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Emotional Baggage • K. Bakugo x OC

cw: swearing, mentions of sh and rape. I think that’s it

Note: I’m practicing my writing. Trying to improve it before continuing my main stories. Ignore the villain name. It’s really bad.

Katsuki Bakugo refused to like anyone. But somehow found himself falling for her.

“Dude,” Kirishima waves his hand in front of his best friend’s face. “You’re staring at Kanashii again. Are you sure you’re not in love with her or something?”

“How many times do I have to tell you, Shitty Hair: I’m not in love with her,” he grumbles, looking away from a reading Mika Kanashii.

“Sure,” the artificial red-head rolls his eyes with sarcasm. “So you just stare at her for no reason, OK,” he chuckles.

Bakugo ignores him, watching as Ashido approaches the reading girl, whispering something in her ear.

He has no clue as to what she whispered, but whatever she did made Kanashii’s head snap up and look at the pink girl with a concerned look on her face. “Are you . . . serious?” Kanashii stutters, placing her bookmark in its respective spot and closing her book. Ashido nods sadly.

Kanashii stands up, heading to the girls’ dormitory.

“What do you think that was about?” Bakugo asks Kirishima.

“I don’t know, man. You’re the one watching the situation,” Kirishima chuckles, shaking his head. Bakugo gets up from his seat, following in the girl’s direction. Kirishima follows suit. “Where are you going?” He questions as he walks behind the ash blond

“I’m going to see if Kanashii is OK. Don’t follow me,” he clarifies, stepping into the elevator and flipping off Kirishima as the doors close.

Once he reaches the desired floor, he exits the elevator, making his way to her dorm room. Taking in a breath, he knocks softly; an odd gesture for someone who screams 24/7.

“Who is it?” Kanashii stutters from the inside.

“It’s Bakugo,” he says.

Shuffling is heard from the other side of the door before it slowly opens to reveal a red and puffy eyed Kanashii. “Can I help you?” she sniffles, peaking her head through the crack in the door.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re all right,” he says softly.

“I’m sorry—but—why?” she questions kindly, scratching her right eye.

“I saw the way you reacted to Ashido telling you something, and I got concerned. I can see now that you want to be left alone, so I’ll leave you be,” he nods, turning around and starting to make his way back to the elevator.

“Wait,” she says, her voice barely audible; but he still stops, looking over his shoulder with a hum. “I actually would appreciate some company. I don’t exactly trust myself at the moment,” she says, opening her door and welcoming him in her room. He enters the room, standing awkwardly with his hands in his pockets. “You can sit down, y’know,” she says, sitting down on her bed and patting the spot across from her.

He hesitates, but sits down across from her nonetheless. “Why don’t you trust yourself?” he questions.

Kanashii’s face goes pale, “Did I say that?”

“Yeah, you did.” Bakugo nods.

“I didn’t mean to. I, uh-”

“Don’t lie to me,” Bakugo cuts her off.

Her head snaps up to look at him. She sighs, “I have a history of … self harm,” she says softly, looking down at her fumbling fingers. She felt ashamed, as if admitting such a thing would earn her a scolding.

His heart skips a beat—not in the good way. It’s in that moment that he realizes, he doesn’t actually know the real Kanashii; he knows who she wants the class to know. The face she puts up.

“I’m clean though. I haven’t done anything since I was accepted into UA. So I’m two years clean.” she says, avoiding eye contact. When he doesn’t say anything, she starts to panic. “Please don’t tell anyone what I just told you! No one but Mina knows! I’ve done such a good job at leaving my past behind me—but now that my father has found my mom and I after her running since the moment I was born, we’re going to have to move. Which I am not looking forward to because I have a life here.

“All my friends and memories are here, and if we move I have to drop all of you guys; like you never existed to me, for your own safety. The only person who knows any of this is Mina, because she’s my best friend and we’ve known each other since we got our quirks. And I’m putting you in danger by telling you this, so you should just forget everything I just said and leave!” she finally finishes what she was saying, realizing at the end that she just trauma dumped on the meanest guy in their class. Her left covers her mouth as her right waves in face for him to leave.

“Oi! I’m not going anywhere until I know you’re not gunna hurt yourself, and you’re calmed down.” he grabs that hand that was in his face. “Calm down, Kanashii,” he says softly.

She lets out body wracking sob. He quickly—without thinking—pulls her into his lap where she’s straddling him. He wraps his arms around her waist, her doing the same to him. She burrows her face in his neck, quieting her sobs.

“It’s OK,” he mumbles, running his fingers through her hair.

He had no idea why he was sitting here with her in his lap, comforting her as she cries. He didn’t understand why his body responded the way it did; pulling her into him like it was second nature.

Maybe it was his inner child that was never comforted when he needed it most. Maybe it was the feelings he had for her deep within himself, which he refused to accept. Maybe both.

He sat there, holding Kanashii as she bawled her eyes out, running his hands through her brunette hair and whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

He felt almost normal. Like he could do this everyday for the rest of his life. Like he suddenly thought being in a relationship wouldn’t be so bad.

__

About twenty minutes pass, and she’s finally calmed down. She scoots out of his lap and back into her former spot across from him.

“I’m sorry about that,” —she sniffles— “I didn’t mean to trauma dump on you.”

“No, you’re fine,” says Bakugo, fighting the urge to push that damned stray hair behind her ear.

“How?! I just put your life in danger!” she exclaims.

“Who even is your father? How am I in danger?” he questions.

She mumbles something. “Huh?”

“Dodger Maniac,” she repeats herself, louder this time.

“Dodger Maniac is your father?” He questions in disbelief.

How the fuck can the most wanted villain in the world be her fucking father. He thinks to himself.

“Yea. That’s what I said.” she shrugs, wiping her nose with her sleeve and pushing that hair behind her ear.

“He’s the most wanted Villain; more than everyone in the League! How the fuck is he your father?!” he whisper exclaims.

“He just is.” she sniffles and shrugs, wiping her eyes with her hoodie sleeves.

“He’s been wanted since before our time! Was your mother aware she was fucking a Villain?!”

“She was aware, but-”

“Why would she willingly fuck a Villain?! That’s insane-”

“It wasn’t willingly!” Kanashii exclaims, cutting him off mid sentence.

Bakugo goes silent with not a single clue as to what to say. He wasn’t expecting her to say that.

“I’m the result of rape,” she says regretfully; as if it’s her own fault she was created that way. “My mother doesn’t believe in abortion, no matter the circumstances. And my grandparents blamed my mother for her assault, and forced her to keep me as punishment.

“She ran away with me the moment she found out she was raped because he wanted to get her pregnant, he wanted to get his quirk passed on.”

“But you don’t have his quirk?” Bakugo says, the statement sounding more like a question.

“I’m like Todoroki. I have half my father’s quirk, and half my mother’s. My hair is naturally half brunette and half ginger, but I dye the ginger half to match the brunette so I can hide that side of me.” She explains.

“So that’s why you only use half of your body during battles and training!” He realizes.

“Yeah…” she nods slowly. “Look, Bakugo, I’m sorry that I just trauma dumped on you and-“ the knock on the door interrupts her. “One second,” she gets up and answers the door. “Oh, hey, Mina.”

“Hey, can I come in?”

“I’m kinda busy…” Kanashii says.

“With what? And why is blasty in your room?” Ashido gestures towards Bakugo with a confused face.

“He was concerned about me when I stormed off to my room,” Kanashii explains. “And I sorta—kinda—trauma dumped…”

“GIRL NO! YOU CAN’T DO THAT!” Ashido exclaims. “You put him in serious danger by doing that.”

“You think I don’t know that?!” Kanashii exclaims in return, throwing her arms around.

“Oi! You two seriously think I can’t protect myself? I’m gonna be the number one hero! I’m gonna be better than All Might was in his prime. You seriously think I can’t beat some stupid Villain?”

“Get off the high horse, Bakugo. We all know Midoriya is gonna be number one. You’ll be number two at best.” Ashido says.

“Fuck you, pink face!” Bakugo starts to storm out of the room.

“Bakugo!” Kanashii grabs his bicep. “You can’t tell anyone about our conversation tonight. Not even Kirishima.” She says.

“It’s OK. You can trust me with your secret, Kanashii.” He says with a soft smile, causing butterflies to flutter in Kanashii’s tummy. “Trust me.”

“Yeah. OK.” She releases her grip on his bicep with a nod, internally freaking out over how toned it is.

——

NOTE: omg another new story I know. I don’t know if I’m gonna keep this one going. Let me know if I should!

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Last Kiss ~ K. Bakugo

Author’s Note: Why, hello there you beautiful people of Tumblr! Ya girl Colie has been in a song fic kinda mood lately. I have no idea if this one or the one I started before it will be out first; but I guess we’ll find out. I’ve been in a Taylor Swift mood lately and I have no idea why, and I have a playlist on my Spotify of all the songs I know from Speak Now TV and Midnights (I named it Midnights Now 🤭). I had it on shuffle while making dinner last night. When this one came on I was REALLY listening to the lyrics and was like: hmmm this could be a good song fic idea. And of course the first character that came to mind was the one and only Katsuki Bakugo. He’s my favorite if you can’t already tell 😂

cw: angst, major swearing, a shit ton of emotions, grief over a relationship, no happy ending, took the song a different way for this. if you cry easily … good luck

My Cover of the Song

I still remember the look on your face

Lit through the darkness at 1:58

Laying on the couch and waiting for Katsuki to walk through the door after a long night of patrol was something she did often. He told her not to, for she needed her sleep. She stayed stubborn and never did. How could she sleep when she never knew if he’d make it home?

Looking at the clock, she sighs as she watches it change to 1:57 in the morning.

As she gets comfortable on the couch, she unlocks her phone to get lost in the void of TikTok to pass the time. She opens the app to immediately see an edit of her and the Pro Hero she has as her boyfriend and smiles. Just as she double taps the video, the beep of the finger print lock goes off; signaling Katsuki’s return.

The door opens, lighting up the dark living room; just as the clock hits 1:58 in the morning, he looks at his girlfriend and smiles contently.

The words that you whispered for just us to know

You told me you loved me

Pulling her into his arms, he nuzzles his nose in her hair, taking in the scent of her shampoo. “Just between you and I,” —he whispers— “I fucking love your shampoo.” She giggles, looking up at him with eyes full of admiration. “I love you, [Y/n]. So much.” He kisses her softly.

~~~

I do recall now, the smell of the rain

Fresh on the pavement, I ran off the plane

During a certain mission, Katsuki’s life and loved ones lives were in severe danger. In order to keep them safe from the villain threatening them, he sent them out of the country.

Once the villain was captured and put away in Tartarus, his parents and girlfriend were able to return to Japan.

Without grabbing her luggage—or anything—[Y/n] runs off the plane as soon as the door is open and the stairs are down, despite everyone yelling at her not to because of the rain.

She runs into Katsuki’s arms, hugging him so tight she would’ve strangled him if he didn’t have all those muscles.

That July ninth, the beat of your heart

It jumps through your shirt, I can still feel your arms

He wraps his arms around her waist, burrowing his face in her neck and taking in the scent of her shampoo that he loves so much.

“Don’t ever send me away with no contact again!” She cries into his chest, feeling his heart beating rapidly.

He pulls away, placing his hands on her cheeks, caressing her face and wiping her tears away with his thumbs. He nods, kissing her lips. He pulls her back into his chest.

But now I’ll go

Sit on the floor wearing your clothes

Sitting on her bathroom floor, [Y/n] pulls her knees to her chest. Wearing the first ever Dynamight Agency hoodie, she sobbed into her knees.

“[Y/n]?” Her best friend, Riku, knocks on the door softly. “I know you’re in there.”

[Y/n] just sits still, questioning the last five years of her life.

All that I know

Is I don’t know

“How could he just throw those five years away like that?” She questions.

“[Y/n], let me in.” Riku says through the door. [Y/n] obliges and sits up on her knees to unlock the doorknob before returning to her previous position.

Riku sighs as he enters the bathroom and sees [Y/n] in that state. He closes the bathroom door behind him and sits down next to her, pulling her into his side.

“What did I do?” She looks at him with tear stains on her face.

“You didn’t do anything, babes. He’s just an asshole,” Riku tries to reassure her.

How to be something

You miss

Pro Hero Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight Seen with Mystery Girl

The words on the screen of her iPhone bring tears to her eyes.

The article showed up as a post on her Instagram discovery page. His hero name in bold, all capitalized letters drew her attention to the post, resulting in her clicking on it.

Her finger swipes to the next slide before she can think about it. An imagine of Katsuki with said ‘mystery girl’ attached.

They’re exiting a club; her black hair covers her face. The long, acrylic nails helping hold it in place.

Katsuki’s squinting, his hand caught in the motion of covering his face from the bright lights of the paparazzi cameras.

Their fingers are intertwined as they walk. “It’s only been three months…” she hiccups, her tears falling free.

~~~

I do remember

The swing of your step

Hand in hand, [Y/n] and Katsuki enter the class reunion. Katsuki walking in with a confident swing in his step; his girl at his side.

“Hey, Kacchan! You actually made it!” Midoriya exclaims excitedly. “Hi, [y/l/n], it’s nice to see you again!”

“You too, Midoriya!” She smiles in return.

The life of the party

You’re showing off again

Katsuki always got more outgoing when he drank, and the ten year Class A reunion is no different.

“Whooo!” He exclaims after shotgunning a beer—his third shotgun.

“Katsuki, I think you’ve had enough.” [Y/n] places her hand on his arm, softly.

And I’d roll my eyes

And then you’d pull me in

“I’m having fun, babe.” He takes her hand off his arm and places it on his chest. “Feel how fast it’s beating?”

“That’s the alcohol and adrenaline,” she replies, smiling.

“Nah. It’s beating faster now that you’re here.” She rolls her eyes at the cliché comment, him pulling her into his chest. “Let’s dance.”

I’m not much for dancing

But for you, I did

She places her head on his chest, their fingers intertwined in the air as they moved slowly to their own beat. He holds the hand he had placed on his chest earlier, in that spot as they sway.

Because I love your handshake

Meeting my father

“It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. [y/l/n].” Katsuki nods as he shakes her father’s hand.

I love how you walk with

Your hands in your pockets

Admiring him from afar, [Y/n] giggles to herself. “Bitch, you better not be giggling over that hero course boy.” Riku remarks, not even looking over at her.

“He walks funny,” she smiles, staring at him with her chin in her hand; her eyes heart shaped. “But I love it.”

How you’d kiss me when I was

In the middle of saying something

“Liking you from afar in high school was difficult. You know, since I’m quirkless and was in general studies. Riku always—” he places a quick kiss on her lips, her face caressed in his large, calloused hands, shutting her up.

“[Y/n], I love you. Please stop repeating that story.” He questions, still holding her face.

It’s not a day I don’t miss

Those rude interruptions

Watching back candid videos Mina had caught of her and Katsuki, wasn’t as fun anymore—now that she was watching them alone. “[Y/n] [Y/l/n]! You better not be watching those videos again!” Riku exclaims, entering the room.

“I miss him and his rude interruptions.”

~~~

So I’ll watch your life in pictures

Scrolling through Katsuki’s Instagram, she keeps herself updated on his life. It may sound creepy, but it’s how she keeps going—knowing he’s happy.

Like I used to watch you sleep

Pushing a stray piece of hair out of his face, she watches him. Tiny, soft snores exit his slightly parted lips as he dreams.

And I feel you forget me

As life goes on, she notices he’s deleted everything of her off his socials, showing him wanting to—and actually—forgetting her.

It pains her.

Like I used to feel you breathe

“It’s OK,” he reassures her. “It was just a dream, sweets.” He runs his fingers through her hair. “Just feel me breathe.”

And I’ll keep up with our old friends

Just to ask them how you are

“It’s nice hanging out with you, [Y/n]!” Mina exclaims.

“It’s been forever since we last saw you!” Ochaco adds.

“Girl, it’s only been two months.” [Y/n] chuckles in return.

“I know, but we don’t get to see you much after you and Bakugo broke up.” Mina informs, sucking her teeth afterward. It may have been a year, but the wound is still fresh to [Y/n].

“Speaking of which how is he?” [Y/n] sips her latte from its straw as if the question isn’t odd.

I hope it’s nice where you are…

~~~

I never imagined we’d end

Like… this

“You’re not listening to me!” She screams at him, throwing her arms up in the air.

“Maybe I’m just fucking sick of listening to you!” He turns around abruptly, his hands being thrown around as he screams. “All you do is talk about the future and I’m sick of it!”

“We’ve been together for nearly six years, Katsuki!” She retorts. “I’m so sorry I’m looking forward to—”

“Well maybe six years is enough!” He cuts her off, his words shocking her.

“Kats…”

“Pack your shit and get out.” He gestures his hand as he grabs his shoes and keys.

“I’m going to Eijiro’s. I want you gone by the end of the week.” The door slams closed behind him.

Your name…

Forever the name on my lips

“She has a visitor,” the nurse says from behind Riku, who turns around to see who her visitor is.

“What the fuck are you—”

“Katsuki?” [Y/n] questions from the bed. “You’re here?” Tears immediately brim in her eyes.

He quickly makes his way over to her bedside. “Yeah, I’m here.” He kneels down, his hand on her forehead.

“But you hate me.” She mumbles, her bottom lip quivering.

“No,” he shakes his head, his eyes red with tears he shed on the way to the hospital. When he got the call about her being hit by a deadly quirk, he immediately made his way to the hospital.

He was surprised she still had him listed as her emergency contact.

“I don’t hate you, [Y/n].” He takes her hand in his, placing her knuckles to his lips. “I could never hate you.”

“But you left me,” she coughs violently after that, a bit of blood coming up, causing her to choke.

Katsuki’s quick to sit her up, grabbing the bed pan from the side table and putting it under her chin.

“Can we not talk about that?” He questions, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “We’ll talk about that when you’re better.”

“Did they not tell you?” She looks at him, confused. He shakes his head, his brows knitted together. “I’m not going to get better. They’re helping me get comfortable.”

He shakes his head at that news. “Katsuki, I’m dying.”

“No, you can’t die! I can’t lose you again!” He cries, pulling at the ends of his hair. He begins rambling, much like Izuku does.

[Y/n] smiles softly, watching him pace the room in thought; trying to figure out a way to help her. “Kats…” she mumbles.

“Eri!” He exclaims as if a lightbulb just went off. “I can call Deku, get Eri to reverse the effect—” when he turns around to face her, she looks asleep. Weaker than before.

“Katsuki, it’s no use. Just hold me.” She questions softly. “Please.”

He nods, walking over to her and sitting next to her, pulling her frail frame into his side. “Katsuki,” she mumbles.

“Yes?” The words came out of his mouth like a secret not supposed to be told.

“I love you.” She whispers, the only level of tone she can.

“I love you, too, [y/n].” His eyes water, tears threatening to spill.

No way the first time he gets to hold her in two years is on her death bed.

“Kiss me?”

He gently takes her chin in his hand, placing his lips on hers. They sit there for a couple seconds, the heart monitor going flat.

He pulls away, placing his lips to her forehead and sobbing.

Just like our last…

~~~~~~

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CATCH THE SUSPECT!

a Case: Solved! reblog + tag game

throughout this series, it's a game of tug of war between you and the pro heroes shoto, dynamight, and deku. though in the end, only one of them could be the prime suspect for stealing your heart! who could it be?

CASE: SOLVED! UQUIZ

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I want to be someone’s sun *cries in chronically single*

pairing: early seasons!spencer reid x sunshine!fem!reader genre: fluff, roommate au warnings: reader is a pretty girl (YOU ARE A PRETTY GIRL !!!!!!) and she wears dresses !! feelings of inadequacy (aka, it’s so hard to find good guys now ☹️☹️☹️) she’s also taking her master’s degree at Georgetown  a/n: i love roommate reader so much guys !!! give me a million requests for them; i will write it ‼️🫶 wc: 936

part 1

“Date?” Spencer asks despite his knowing, watching as you wrap a cardigan over your shoulders and fix the bracelet on your wrist.

He’s not in denial about how pretty you are. He remembers it, even back when the two of you were younger. Everyone loved you– following you around the playground and doing whatever you ask of them. You’re the sun, he accepted on a hot summer’s day, drowsy from the heatwave while you ate a bright orange popsicle beside him. You’re the sun and I’m one of the planets you allow to be near you. 

He’s not entirely surprised either when he sees you again, as beautiful as he remembered, surrounded by people of all genders with starstruck gazes, all enchanted by your brilliant smile and embellished words. He’s not surprised either when you receive so many propositions of romance. A little jealous, maybe, because sometimes he wishes that you would share an ounce of your sparkle with him. 

“Yeah,” you respond with a soft smile, fixing your shoes. “Going out for dinner. I’ll be home a little late, so don’t wait up, okay?”

“Okay,” he agrees, fiddling with the ends of his hair. “You’ll call me, right? If you need anything.”

Your smile widens and you nod. “Of course I will. Thanks, Walter, you’re the best.”

His cheeks glow warm at his middle name and he clears her throat. “Good night.”

“Good night!”

Then you’re gone. He doesn’t hear the way you return back to the apartment hours later but earlier than anticipated, or the way you dump your bags at the doorway instead of putting them away in your room as you usually do. He doesn’t notice the way the shower runs longer than usual, or the opening and shutting of the freezer door or the clanging of metal spoons. He wishes he did.

*** 

“I give up.” You grip the phone against your ear tighter, your gaze dark with frustration. “Hah, you’re on to talk! You’re getting married in November! Yeah, well, it doesn’t help. I hear enough of that from everyone. Bye.”

Spencer flinches at the harshness of your tone. He’s even more concerned at your initial words. You’re giving up on something? You’ve never given up on anything. That’s one of your biggest charms; you know exactly what you want and you’ll do anything to get it. Giving up is simply not in your vocabulary. Except for now, he supposes. 

“I am so– so  sick of this,” You huff, slumping onto the couch beside him, hugging a Tuxedo Sam plush toy that he bought you for your birthday a few years ago. “This is so stupid.”

“What’s stupid?” Spencer asks cautiously, placing his book down and turning to you.

“Paget is getting married in November,” you say, half happy but half sullen. 

He nods, perplexed. He knows all about the wedding, especially since you’ve come home after shopping for dresses and decided to get his opinions on all of them. “You’ve been looking forward to it since the beginning of the year.”

“I know,” you insist, frowning. “And I am excited! But lately she’s been pressing me to bring someone as a plus one and when I said that I’d invite one of my friends in my class, she insisted that this is a brilliant time to invite a boyfriend. And she keeps sending me off on blind dates lately and I’m just ugh!”

Spencer pats your shoulder in an effort to be sympathetic. “They haven’t been going well?”

“They suck,” You grumble. “Rude, stupid, inconsiderate– the list goes on and I am sick and tired of being treated like an idiot on every date I go on.”

“I see.”

“I know what I want,” you continue, squeezing the plush toy in your lap. “I see it all the time. With my friends and the people I care about. I know how I want to be loved; I know how I deserve to be loved. I just don’t understand why it’s so difficult to find someone who would love me the way I deserve to be. And I see all these people falling in love and getting married and having these wonderful relationships, I can’t help but wonder if I did something to be so unlikeable.”

“You’re not unlikeable,” Spencer says immediately, frowning. How can you say something like that? “You’re the most likable person I know. There’s just a lot that you’re not willing to put up with, things that a lot of men do that you don’t want to put up with, and they can’t understand that.”

He relishes the way you smile, smaller than your usual ones, before leaning your head onto his shoulder. His heart leaps into his throat at the contact, taking in the sweet smell of your perfume. He doesn’t understand how someone could ever dislike you– you and your brilliant smiles and your sweet disposition. 

“There’s an old Buddhist saying,” he begins slowly, watching as you take to drawing circles against the back of his palm, “that the act of bringing you and your soulmate together was 500 years in the making. So you’ll find someone. Or maybe you’ve already met them.”

“You’re lovely,” you murmur, drawing a heart then a series of squiggles onto his hand. 

His cheeks glow hot. “I could say the same for you.”

He thinks of the letters he’s written for you but never sent, all stored neatly in a box. There’s one envelope that sticks out from the rest– your favourite colour with a heart wax seal. He decides against giving it to you for the thousandth time.

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his little finger

spencer reid x fem!hothead!reader

part two!!! | part one

spencer has you wrapped around his finger; you'd do anything he said without question. your team can't quite understand it. little do they know you and spencer have an unsaid.. thing.

warnings: reader has a hot temper, reader gets injured, innuendos for smut (they did it) | words: 1k again im sorry but i have plans for spence!!

It finally happened. The day everyone had been dreading. Finally, your hot temper got you injured during a case.

You caught a guy, he fit your profile exactly. You knew deep down it was him. He didn't react well to confident women, so Hotch sent you in to interrogate him. You would break him down, reduce him to mere atoms.

"Come on, Charlie," You had your hands on the table, leaning over to him. "We know you killed those women. We have all the evidence right here. Save yourself some jail time and just admit, yeah?"

Charlie kept his eyes trained to the floor, "I didn't kill those women." He stated, voice quiet.

You could see the sweat on his face, the way his foot tapped. "You can't even look at me!" You laughed, "Of course you didn't kill those women. You can't even look at one without almost pissing your pants." You gave Charlie a small tsk, "But I guess that just goes to show you aren't so tough, huh? You couldn't control a situation, not if you wanted to, not even if you tried. You--"

Stars. You saw stars and heard a loud clang. It took you a moment to realize you were on the floor. You felt absolutely nothing for a second, then a searing hot pain in your head. Finally, you looked up to see Charlie had a thick, sharp rock in his hand. He had struck you. The table and chair were on opposite sides of the room, and there was blood on the rock. Your blood. You pushed yourself up to the wall, unable to stand up or speak.

"Yeah? I can't control a situation?" Charlie taunted, "Guess you got your fucking profile wrong, you little bitch!"

The door was busted open, Hotch and Derek running in. Derek got the guy under his control as Rossi and Spencer ran in.

"Hey, hey," Hotch kneeled beside you. "Come on, let's stand." You felt his arms under you, lifting you up.

Spencer was quick to take one side of you, helping you out of the room. "Hey, sweetheat, it's alright," You heard Spencer say. "You're okay now. Come on, say something!"

The genius refused to leave your side, even as the paramedics came into the room. One went to touch your head, but you flinched away harshly, grabbing his arm. "Don't you dare touch me," You hissed. It was the first thing you'd said.

Your team watch in shock, surprised you refused help. Spencer was quick to jump in, recognizing you were in flight or fight mode. "Honey, he's just trying to help you," Spencer softly explained. "He's gonna help your head,"

"It won't hurt?" Your voice turned soft, nearly a whine due to the pain.

Spencer shook his head, "It won't hurt. I'll hold your hand the whole time, okay?" After a slight hesitation, you nodded. Spencer laced his fingers with your own, letting you lean on him for support as he rambled about random statistics to help occupy your mind.

Hotch instructed that Spencer was to take you back to the hotel for the rest of the night to rest. He drove you there, allowing you to pick the music and temperature for the car. The whole time, you held his hand.

Once you got back to your room, he helped you in. He was kind enough to help you take off your jacket and slip off your shoes. After he was done, he turned around, ready to leave.

"No," You called, pulling him back with your hand that you had in his. "I want you to stay."

Spencer was quick to turn back around, "Of course, yeah, I'll stay." He slipped off his own shoes and sat next to you on your bed.

"I shouldn't have been so harsh," You muttered. "I got myself hurt."

"Hey, no," Spencer shook his head. "That guy would've hurt someone no matter what. He was ready. You didn't get yourself hurt, okay? It was all his fault. You were doing your job, one you're damn good at."

You felt your eyes water. "I'm too mean, too quick to anger." You muttered as Spencer took his hand, gently pulling your head onto his shoulder. "I wish I wasn't."

"I don't," Spencer responded, voice soft. "I, uh, love you just the way you are."

Finally someone said it.

You didn't even respond in words, you just pulled his face to yours and pressed your lips together. Spencer took no time in reciprocating, kissing you back with a firey force. You'd both been waiting for this for so, so long.

"I love you too," You breathlessly responded as you pulled back. Spencer didn't let you have another moment as he pulled you back to his lips, chasing the gratifying feeling it gave him to finally be kissing you. "Spence, air," You gasped, pulling back.

"You can last three to five minutes without air," Spencer mumbled, pressing kisses to your lips as he spoke. "I think you'll be okay for a few more."

Even while practically making out with you, you loved that Spencer couldn't help but use his big brain to ramble off some facts. "Thought you had to go back,"

"They'll be fine without me," You giggled at Spencer's response.

After a half hour, Spencer's phone began to buzz. It was Derek. Spencer, half undressed, rolled over to look at his phone. "Who is it?" You asked.

"Morgan," Spencer said. He hit the decline button, leaning back over to you when it buzzed again. He let out a frustrated groan and picked up the phone. "What, Morgan? I'm busy."

You could hear Derek from how close you were to Spencer. "Busy? Doing what?" He paused, "Oh, doing who- Wait a minute--"

Quickly, Spencer hung up the phone. "I think he got the point." Spencer smiled as he silenced his phone. He turned back to you, caressing your cheek. "Where were we?"

Back at the station, Derek's jaw was slung open. "Guys, you aren't gonna believe this." He turned back around to the team who stared at him curiously, wondering where their genius went. "They're having sex, Reid and L/n."

"No way!" Emily laughed, "Now?"

"Hotch did send them to the hotel," JJ smiled.

With a shrug, Hotch held out his hand. "Today is day four. Pay up,"

"You!" Rossi pointed his finger at Hotch. He slowly began to pull out his wallet. "You sent them back on purpose!"

"She was hurt," Hotch held back a smile. "I would do no such thing, especially on a case."

Derek rolled his eyes, "Case's over. Right after we detained the guy again, he admitted to it. You just wanted to win this." Derek slapped a crisp twenty in Hotch's hand, along with the rest of the team. "I guess I'll let Garcia know she owes you."

Hotch smiled to himself, "I'm always right."

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Hiiiiii!!!! I am writing a new Bakugo fic on Wattpad!

Best Friends Brother

Emiko Kirishima was born quirkless, but never let that get in the way of her living her life. When her twin brother invites his friend group to their house for their birthday, she is introduced to the three guys; two of which would become huge parts of her life.

As time went on, Emiko grew closer to Kaminari. Which made Bakugo jealous for some reason.

She likes him more than she'll admit.

He's her brother's best friend after all.

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my heart absolutely breaks for gaza. imagine screaming for help. for someone to save you and the world ignores you for the most part. shame on anyone and everyone who supports this. where is your empathy.

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Bsf: *shows me this*

Me: I can fix him! 🤭🥰☺️

He's such a sweetheart, innocent.

Also:

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Only day you can rb this

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Hi everyone. I’m currently having a rough time mentally. I just got friendship dumped by two of my closest friends. They didn’t communicate they were having problems with me and just dropped the “we can’t be friends anymore” and proceeded to say I didn’t ask them how they were and I didn’t know what was going on with them. I reached out when I was having a rough time like I was told I could. I never asked how they were doing cos I was going through so much I never got around to it. It’s not my fault they didn’t come to me when they felt down like I told them they could.

I’m also the reason they met. The reason the one had a home and moved in with the other one. But I was immature for me to pull that card.

The next bit will have triggering themes. SH and mention of relapse urges

I quit my job because I can’t mentally handle it right now and have such huge urges to relapse that working in a kitchen full of knives that are so fucking tempting is not the best thing for me.

My family doesn’t seem to understand that and they’ve told me “jobs are going to be difficult. You can’t just quit because things got hard.” I quit because I would’ve ended up relapsing and throwing 5 years of being clean down the drain.

My mom is currently on her way home from work and I know damn well I’m gonna get an earful and that she probably already knows because my siblings probably told her as if it’s their business to tell. She already told me that I was full of shit for calling out cos I had urges to relapse and didn’t trust myself around that many sharp objects.

I went from having 13 days until my family was homeless. To figuring that out.

Then the day before we would’ve been evicted, my mom threatens to kick me out. It turned out to be an empty threat.

Then my mom and I got into more fights the next day cos I called out due to not having a ride. I could’ve walked cos it’s close, but I didn’t feel safe walking to work without mace or anything.

During that fight I mentioned why I called out the day prior (urges to relapse cos of our fight) and she said “Do it.” Then proceeded to say I was full of shit and just saying that to manipulate her.

Then I got a random message in the gc with my two friends that they didn’t want to be friends anymore because I make everything about me and bring too much negativity.

I was going through a negative patch and they knew that, yet proceeded to defriend me and say they care about me. And also told me I talk about the streamer we met through too much. He’s my happy place and I met them through him so I thought I was safe to talk about my delusions.

Not to mention once I blocked both of them and went to block them on another account she left an insta note saying she ended “that toxic friendship”.

Like how was I toxic because you didn’t reach out for help like I said you could? How was I toxic for coming to you when I needed it like you said I could? How was I toxic for talking to you about WHO WE MET THROUGH?

You had all these opportunities to talk to me about how you were feeling and ignored them all. You had all these opportunities when I’d send reels to the gc to inform me of how you felt. But you just left me on read. You had so many opportunities yet you never talked to me about any of it and instead just told me we couldn’t be friends and told me I’m too delusional and that everything’s about me.

Anyway. Life’s great right 😍

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Chapter Seven

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cw: major swearing, idk anything else. lmk

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Author’s Note

Heylo! Colie here! I keep trying to write chapter seven of The Good, The Bad, and Everything Between, but I always get writers block 🤦🏼‍♀️

I have a single screenshot saved from chapter seven. I’m going to try and get it out for you soon! I promise <3

- Colie

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