#// nothing says meeting someone like a fight broken up by the police

[mvltisstuff]

What about a fic where reader is a rookie cop and Athena is her training officer. She’s also dating Eddie. She gets shot in the vest so the 118 comes and takes her to the hospital so they can do X-rays to make sure she doesn’t have any broken ribs and then Eddie takes her home and makes her relax and helps her ice her massive bruise.

love. - e.d

summary: request

eddie diaz x reader

a/n: i love this idea!!

eddie sees athena walk into the firehouse, her hand on her waist and the other on the back of her neck. her face had a blank expression, and eddie has seen this look before. you know, when you’re about to tell someone shitty news. or that their life is about to be flipped upside down. the sergeant’s contained a look of pity mixed in with her own sadness as well.

flashes of y/n’s name and face, as well as the sounds of her voice came rushing over eddie. she’s new to the job, but she’s really good. having athena training her and giving her important tips was one of the best advantages you could have in the police system.

along with the courage of the job came the dangers. guns and fights and tasers. you never know what someone has hiding in their belt and where they might be headed. y/n makes the world a better place, and eddie feels nothing but proud when she shows up in her uniform.

the thought of her not coming home to him scared the living daylights out of him. he’s lost too many people, and he would lose himself if he wasn’t able to save her.

“diaz,” athena tries to start.

“where is she?” eddie spits out.

“the hospital. she got shot, but she had on the vest,” eddie sighs and rubs his face in partial relief, but also knowing that this is not best case scenario. “they’re taking her for x-rays. but she’s in good spirits.”

“she’s always in good spirits, thats why i love her,” says eddie. “god, grant, when you walked in here i thought she was going to be dead or close to it.”

“honey, i wouldn’t be able to be here if she was. she saved everyone’s life out there today. who knows what that gunman could’ve pulled.”

eddie blinks away his light tears. eddie almost refuses to let anyone see him cry, but she is his weak spot. anything that hurts her, it hurts him, too. thinking about a life without her was intolerable.

“i need to see her but,” eddie says, beginning to walk away in the middle of his shift.

“i spoke to bobby, he’s letting you out early,” athena informs. eddie thanks her, and sprints out to his car, ignoring the comments from his coworkers.

the gas pedal in his truck was almost completely weighted down. his eyes darted to each exit, taking the closest one to the hospital that had his one true love inside.

as soon as he hit the doors of the hospital, it’s almost like he forgot elevators existed. he jogged through the halls, finding y/n’s room. he knew she would be ok, but he wasn’t ok until he saw her for himself.

the second he saw her, his tensed up body had begun to calm down. her face didn’t have a pained expression or anything. she looked so alive and safe and eddie just wanted to take her into his arms.

he skipped into the room, and her face lit up when seeing him. “hey, mrs bulletproof,” eddie says, walking over with his hands in his pockets. he’s pretending like his heart wasn’t about to fall out of his ass.

“hey,” y/n says softly.

“how are you feeling?”

“i’m good, no broken ribs or anything. just this gnarly bruise,” y/n lifts up her shirt to reveal the purple and red skin of her fresh bruise. eddie hisses when looking at it before sitting next to her. he might be putting on an act, a fearless one. y/n is able to see right through it. “eddie.”

he looks up at her, meeting his eyes with hers. his eyes were starting to water because he is so used to the worst case.

“oh, eddie. come here,” she says, pulling him into a warm embrace to give him some comfort. eddie has built up a ton of walls. hiding himself from his own emotions and definitely concealing them from everyone around him. the world around him sees him as just a strong, tough guy. y/n was the first person to realize that he is more than that. everything he feels is validated by her, and he’s so much more fragile than what everyone sees. “it knocked the wind out of me, that’s all.”

“but what if the vest was off? he could’ve gotten you at any time,” all of the ‘ what if’s’ are speeding through eddie’s brain.

“you think i haven’t thought about that? every single day i get out there and know i saved someone’s life. you do the same exact thing. and i worry about you so much… god, it feels like my chest will explode. the second i heard that gunshot i thought about you. but all i had at that moment was the fact that i saved someone’s life today.”

“because you’re a hero,” eddie says.

“no, because we are heroes. that’s what gets me through every day when i worry about you and i. you saved me when i needed saving and i will forever do the same for you.”

eddie sighs, and his body relaxes along with his features. he puts out his hand for y/n to hold onto. “¿para siempre?”

y/n smiles once again and nods, grabbing his hand and leaving a kiss on it. “para siempre.”

y/n was on the couch in eddie’s home, sitting next to christopher. eddie had brought in some popcorn for everyone and placed the bowl on the table in front of them. christopher had dug in immediately, and eddie pulled up the hem of y/n’s shirt. “i couldn’t find any ice packs, somehow.”

he places a frozen bag of peas and carrots onto her injured ribcage as she winced at the pressure. he quickly apologized and leaves it down on the bruise that was changing color every day.

eddie had not left her side, icing her bruise and doing everything for her. he constantly protested whenever she would try to get up and move herself. she may as well have been put on bed rest due to his actions. she tried to argue back, but ultimately failed in the end. she would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it at least a little bit. she’s a very independent person, which eddie admires about her character, but they both secretly love it when they get to care for each other. he stayed with her through the night, clearing out the bad dreams and thoughts in her head. being a rookie, she was still shaken up by the thought of what happened. eddie was there to ease her mind and bring her back down to earth.

after carrying christopher’s sleeping self to his bed and tucking him in, eddie helped y/n stand up and walk over to their bedroom. he climbs into the bed next to her, laying on his side and brushing her hair behind her ears.

“i’m so lucky i found you, and i’m even luckier that you’re here with me.”

she sleepily grins with her eyes shut before whispering out the three little words that mean so much.

[tcookies777]

Where I am now

Many of you have left such kind comments and sent me messages out of concern for my wellbeing. For that, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I also appreciate your patience as I understand it can be difficult to wait months for a chapter update on a long, tedious fic such as The Anatomy of Love. Your patience for this story is always sincerely appreciated.

I've been struggling for months to find the right words to say. To decide whether to express the ache in my heart or draw lines and stay silent. But while a part of me wishes to say little to nothing on the matter out of a sense of shame, the better part of me recognizes that conversations like the one I'm about to raise are something that needs to be discussed more. If only to raise awareness of the topic or help destigmatize it. If only to normalize issues like these. If only to just help someone else who might be going through a dark period in their life as well.

It's here that I'll give a final warning of the sensitive topics of this post. So feel free to turn away now if the topic of mental illness might be upsetting.

Trigger warning: suicide and mental illness

Ok, so here goes....

My sister committed suicide. I won't go into details of course, but it was not peaceful or quiet - it was violent, gruesome, and excruciatingly painful. So much so that the police thought it might've been a murder and harshly investigated us, making everything more difficult and traumatizing than it already was.

She had battled with depression for nearly 2 decades, deteriorating far beyond recognition. We had grown estranged over the years of my childhood because she pushed loved ones away, blaming them for the way she turned out but also still relying on them to survive. An awful cycle of codependency.

I myself have been battling with high-functioning depression for the past decade, which is one reason why I struggle to respond to people's messages. From readers, friends, and family alike. I, too, have an issue of pushing people away. Because I'm ashamed for them to see how broken my life is. Because I have seen the way people judge you for having a mental illness. I have witnessed friends, family, and even Healthcare workers gaze upon the mentally ill as if they are a sore sight.

To be honest, I understand both sides; it can also be frustrating to pool all your time, effort and resources into trying to help someone who does not want to be helped. It burns you out. That despite your efforts to fight for that person, they do not fight for themselves and you're forced to watch them deteriorate in a slow, agonizing process.

"At the beginning, you’ll do your best to shoulder all my burdens. At the beginning, you’ll be strong about it. But over time, you’ll come to regret it—you'll come to regret me, and the burden that I have become to you." — Kakashi, Chapter 30 of The Anatomy of Love

On the other side, it's hard to take that step to accept the help offered to you. It's hard to find the strength to meet your loved ones halfway and help them to help you when you hardly have the strength to even get out of bed. Yet, you also feel guilty because it feels as if you are just dragging down those around you.

These are the feelings Kakashi expresses to Sakura in Chapter 30, when he tries to explain the reasons why they cannot and should not pursue a relationship. Guilt and self-loathing are the feelings that have been eating me up inside for years, as they ate at my sister as well.

We were born from a loveless, violent marriage. So we didn't know how to love each other, though we did whether we wanted to or not. Likely it was the trauma that bonded us. But put together, my sister and I were oil and water. Loving someone who is your family but is practically a stranger to you is incredibly difficult and taxing.

Yet, I understood completely. You just don't know how to show love to someone when you were never given love.

But despite my estrangement from my sister, I still love her. Being a 1st generation American often means you have nothing but your family. When you have no house, no savings, no relatives to turn to - just your immediate family - it can be a toxic, tough love where you have only that person whether you like them or not. And in Asian culture, family is especially everything even when it's completely dysfunctional.

So why am I updating TAOL now?

It's mostly for myself. Because it's my own comfort fic that allows me to engage in therapeutic writing. It's a story of loneliness and love of all forms (romantic, sexual, familial, etc). More importantly, it's a story about finding family, finding love, and finding home. Something that I've yearned for all my life.

And it's a story of pursuing happiness even when you think you don't deserve it. It's a story that shows good coping mechanisms and bad coping mechanisms and their consequences. It's a story of picking yourself up by the bootstraps even when you just want to sit and wallow in despair. And it's also a story of embracing the love of those around you and taking their hands when they reach out to you and offer their support.

At its core, The Anatomy of Love is a story about fighting loneliness, self-hatred, guilt, and mental illness with love. With the love of friends and family. And with the love for yourself. Because while it's important to have a strong support system to love and look out for you, it is just as important to love yourself and really put in the effort to take care of yourself. And sometimes that means being ""selfish"" and prioritizing yourself over others.

Why am I saying all this?

I'll admit, I'm uncomfortable revealing the skeletons in my closet to strangers online where everyone can judge and share my secrets. I'm embarrassed to admit that TAOL's themes are projections of my own desires, and for people to know that I write about such things in fanfic because of the fact that I don't have them. But I'm just too insecure to talk to anyone 1 on 1. Not to mention that, unfortunately, it's not that simple to just go to therapy (especially when the healthcare system is broke here).

Most importantly, I hope that if there's anyone out there reading this and going through a shitty point in their lives as well... I hope you are able to take comfort in the fact that you are not alone in this. We individually have our own demons to fight, but we're all fighting the same battle.

I wish I could say it gets better, but there's honestly no guarantee. So many times, I've had to stop myself from telling patients "things'll get better" because that's a promise that we're taught never to make. The truth is no one knows if things really do get better. Personally, I haven't been feeling better at all. For most of my life, people have been telling me it gets better and to just be patient, but every year it actually gets worse and worse. And just when you think things are starting to look up, it instead gets even more worse.

It's tiresome waiting years for things to get better when it seems it's nowhere in sight.

But I'm trying my best to take it day by day. I do my best to get out of bed, go to work, take a proper shower, feed myself. I do my best to love myself - mostly out of fear that what little family I have will one day disappear and I will have no one left to love me. No one but myself.

But sometimes my best does not feel enough. Sometimes I hate myself more days than others.

That's okay, I tell myself. I hate myself today, but I will love myself tomorrow. I will forgive myself eventually. I can be happy eventually. One day at a time.

Because on my better days, I realize that not every person can afford to wait for things to get better. You have to be the one to take the initiative - get off your ass and take that step forward and make things better yourself. All the people around you can offer you all the help that you need, but the most important thing is that YOU have to want to help yourself.

So that's all I am able to say for now. I do apologize if my thoughts are a bit discombobulated. I am still struggling to find my feet when it feels like I'm still drowning under pounding waves of darkness. If you've read this far, I appreciate you taking the time to read this.

Meanwhile, I hope you guys can continue to enjoy reading The Anatomy of Love. The chapter is not entirely to my satisfaction due to the last minute revisions I made, but I wanted a sprinkle of happiness in the moment. I think that's something we all need.

Also, thank you for the messages you have sent me and the comments you left. I'm truly sorry I do not have the courage or strength to respond, but please know I am forever grateful and touched that people would reach out to a stranger like me.

Hope to see you soon,

TCOOKIES

[ryukoishida]

Wind Breaker Week 2024 | Day 3: In which Sakura is flustered (again) and Nirei has a decision to make.

Title: hush hush Fandom: Wind Breaker Characters/Ships: SuoSaku, Nirei, Hiiragi Rating: PG Summary: In which cop!Sakura and gangster!Suo meet, fight, and fall in love (probably). A/N: Took me an extra couple of days but here's day three~

Written for @windbreakerweek

Also on AO3~

Day 3: Firsts

“Y-You’re fucking insane!”

After managing to reign in the coughing, his gold and grey eyes watery from almost choking to his death — for the second time that week, no less — Sakura cursed, wiping the dripping tea off his chin roughly with the back of his hand while glaring up at Suo accusingly.

“I wouldn’t say that’s an apt description of myself,” Suo chuckled while offering the other man a paper napkin, which Sakura snatched from his hand without so much as acknowledging the fact that their fingers just skimmed against each other, and the heat that spread from the one small touch was enough to make Sakura blushed a deeper red.

‘Get your shit together,’ Sakura scolded himself.

Amused by the officer’s adorable reaction, Suo continued, “but people have said that about me a few times in passing.”

“I bet nothing good came out of that, huh?”

”Well, they aren’t you, Sakura-kun,” Suo gave him another quiet, little smile that was definitely doing something to Sakura’s chest, if his heart beating painfully against his ribs was any indication.

With that vague sentiment hanging in the air between them like something tangible and delicate, Suo left him to his own thoughts.

Sakura swore the man was even humming to himself, like he was proud he’d made a mess out of him.

This wasn’t the first time he’d been confessed to (‘Did that even count as a confession?’ Sakura wondered, his brows knitted together in bewilderment.) but what he had experienced as most people would consider sweet, memorable moments only brought him bitterness and pain. He didn’t like to be reminded of those handful of times when someone had told him they liked him, because despite everything — despite all the lies he’d been told, all the tricks he’d fallen for, all the promises broken so effortlessly — despite all that, he still wanted to believe that someone out there in this world could love him.

All of him: jagged fragments, barely held together, bruised and full of blemishes.

He did believe them, and his heart was torn to shreds because of his own foolishness.

Never again, he promised himself.

-

“Hey, Nirei, is Sakura okay?”

“Hiiragi-san, sir!” Nirei scrambled to give his superior the mandatory salute, but the lieutenant of their team simply waved the greeting off.

His frown was etched deeper than usual on his forehead, and he could feel his stomach cramping up at the sight of their usually energetic junior officer, who could be found either tapping away at his laptop enthusiastically researching for a case or bothering one of the senior officers to train with him, sitting so still at his desk that if it wasn’t for his occasional blinking and muttering to himself, he could be passed off as a statue.

“Sakura-san is… uh…” Nirei scratched his head with his pen, hesitating to fill Hiiragi in on what had happened at Windchimes last week.

Sakura had told him with a terrifying stern expression that they needed to keep their meeting with Suo a secret from the rest of the team. Knowing Hiiragi, the lieutenant would probably want to put a stop to whatever shenanigans the duo was planning after their identities had been discovered.

There was no point in closing in on Suo as undercovers anymore, so they needed another plan. When Nirei asked his coworker to clarify, Sakura’s eyes were gleaming with such ambition and determination that part of him kind of regretted asking.

Did he really want to take part in whatever craziness Sakura had cooked up in his desperation to capture Suo Hayato?

They’d been partners since they were fresh out of the police academy. During their training days, both Sakura and Nirei had been popular targets for bullying: Sakura for his strange hair and eyes, and Nirei for his weak physique. Through fate or just the fact that Sakura couldn’t leave a poor kid who couldn’t — or wouldn’t — defend himself alone, he saved Nirei from a particularly serious bout of beating.

The situation had been so grave that it’d escalated to the point where the higher-ups had to be called in for a series of meetings.

The trainee who’d started it all and acted as the leader of the group was expelled at once; he would be blacklisted in any line of work related to the disciplinary services.

The rest of the group had been given dire warnings and punishment in the form of various hard labour, physical tasks in the training facility, as well as handwritten letters of repentance, articulating their wrongdoings and ways they should improve themselves.

Sakura was close to getting kicked out, too, since he’d injured some of the boys so badly that a few of them had their bones broken, and one individual even suffered a concussion and remained in a coma for a while.

It was Nirei who pleaded with the instructors to spare Sakura. He told them all that had happened: how he and Sakura had been consistently taunted and abused while the staff’s backs were turned, how they’d never once raise a fist in self-defence, until the group had taken it way too far.

Since then, Nirei and Sakura had been inseparable.

Sakura personally taught him self-defence techniques, and trained with him at the gun range until closing everyday; in return, Nirei’s personable and bubbly, happy-go-lucky attitude gradually softened up some of the sharp, harsh edges that initially made Sakura unapproachable to most people.

They were good influences to each other, and Nirei would always be thankful that Sakura had taken that step to give him a helping hand when he needed it most in his life.

And that was also why it was incredibly difficult for him at this very moment in time: on one side was his best friend and most trustworthy ally in the force, asking him to keep their encounter with Suo a secret, and on the other side was his respectable lieutenant whom he knew cared deeply for his men, showing concern for a fellow officer and wanting to know how he could help.

“I think this may be the first time I’ve ever seen the brat being so quiet and calm since he transferred to this department,” Hiiragi mused, shaking his head. “I’m worried. Should I be worried? Is there something going on with Sakura that he’s not telling me?”

He directed that question at Nirei, whom he knew was a close buddy of Sakura’s in the workplace. He was loyal and dependable where it counted, and Hiiragi was certain that if he phrased the question in a way that made the junior officer consider this more as a matter of his partner’s wellbeing, he was definitely going to get some useful intel from the blond.

Nirei glanced at Sakura’s side profile, biting his lower lip in worry.

Ever since he’d returned from his one-on-one visit with Suo at Windchimes that morning, Sakura had been acting so unlike himself that it was almost unnerving. He didn’t seek out Nirei either, so he could only assume that, whatever Sakura and Suo had discussed, his companion wanted to keep it between just the two of them.

He couldn’t stand seeing Sakura suffer silently by himself like this, so he made a decision, praying to whatever deities there were that Sakura would forgive him after this.

“See, Hiiragi-san, the thing is—”

And Nirei told him everything.

[thankssmitin]

Inko x All Might x Hisashi Midoriya is a powerhouse of a ship.

Izuku having two 'normal' parents and a second dad who happens to be the Number 1 hero.

Inko gets two husbands who adore her and treat her like the queen she is.

Hisashi has a gorgeous wife, perfect son and a husband whose abs and ass he can stare at without being told off.

And as for Toshinori, he has a wonderful family he can come home to every night. When his days have been tough he knows he has a son waiting to hug him when he walks in the front door. He knows his kind and loving husband and wife will hold him close and let him cry if he needs to in the safety of their bed.

They manage to keep it a secret from the public, only the Bakugos, Nighteye and Gran Torino know the truth. At least until someone throws rotten food at Toshinori after a horrible accident in which over a hundred people die.

Toshinori tries not to show how much the civilian's words hurt, but he could never hide his emotions from his family. And it just so happened that Hisashi was among those saved.

Cue one Hisashi Midoriya, 5ft 10 and covered in blood, standing in front of a filthy 7ft tall All Might screaming obscenities at the guy responsible. He makes sure the man knows how much Toshinori has given up to save their worthless asses, and tells the shocked man to meet him behind the police station for a fist fight if he still has more to say.

That evening the Midoriya-Yagis sit in Might Tower while Toshinori's PR team give Hisashi the telling off of a lifetime. Hisashi just sits their smugly, holding one of Toshinori's hands while Izuku and Inko care for him in their own way (food, cake and cuddles).

"I regret nothing and as soon as my hand isn't broken I'm having that fight." Hisashi declares.

"Hisashi!"

"No!"

"Dad!"

"Hisashi yes. Besides, it's not like I told them Toshi's a botto-!"

"HISASHI!"

Izuku runs out screaming with his ears covered while his Papa and Mum tell his Dad off. Hisashi refuses to apologise.

-

Toshi is the filling in this InkoToshiSashi sandwich. It's like having a giant hotdog in a tiny bun.

[raphmybeloved]

A Nice Day

A little oneshot for @idiot-mushroom 's where we belong au.

Snapper is used to being looked at.

It’s an occupational hazard as a Nexus fighter but even outside of the arena there are very few places he can go without drawing the eyes of others. The giant distinctive helmet and the two body guards that usually flank him don't help.

(Sometimes he thinks big mama wants it that way. That a simple collar wouldn’t be enough and that she needed something big, something impossible to miss so that everyone knows he is hers.)

He tries to ignore the eyes most of the time but it can be hard. Draxum taught them hypervigilance and it's one of those lessons that are impossible to forget.

It’s because of this that he knows he and his brothers are being watched. Not glanced at or ogled like many do when they see a Nexus champion on the streets but truly watched. 

His brothers can tell they are being watched too. He can tell by the small defensive hunch of Orange’s shoulders and the way Red-Eyes keeps rolling his neck to stretch as a cover for him making a sweep of their surroundings. 

They are all ignoring it though because today is such a rare type of day and they don’t want to ruin it. 

Three of them. Soft-shell couldn’t get the time off but the rest of them are free of responsibilities. Free of expectations and due to some sweet talking and bribery they are even free of Snapper's bodyguards for just a few hours to do whatever dumb stupid thing they want.

Currently that thing is trying to see if any of them can clear a fountain in a jump with a skateboard Red-Eyes stole from the surface and an impromptu ramp made from a broken bench. It’s genuine harmless fun and even though Snapper is dripping wet from failing and tumbling into the fountain he can’t stop himself from smiling and laughing.

It would be a perfect day if it wasn’t for the eyes Snapper feels trained on them. 

Still, it's easy enough to ignore until Orange misjudges his landing and although he clears the fountain the board shoots out from under him and is propelled up and through the glass window of a nearby home.

All four brothers wince at the sound of shattered glass and quickly a four eyed yokai woman with the face of a bat exits and angrily storms toward them.

Automatically Red-Eyes slips between everyone else and the angry yokai arms out in a pacifying gesture.

“Ma’am I am so sorry we ca-”

“You hooligans need to leave before I call the police.” The woman says cutting Red-Eye off. 

“It was an accident. We can pay to have your window fixed. Really we are so sorry,” Red-Eyes says. He’s always been the best at interacting with normal people and Snapper is more than willing to step back and let him speak. 

“No,” the woman says walking closer to them. “I don’t want anything from one of Draxum’s lackeys,” she spits and Snapper watches Red-Eye fliches ever so slightly and he feels the anger he’s constantly trying to tamp down start to rise.

“Hey,” he says, stepping between the bat-faced woman and Red-Eyes. “That’s uncalled for, he was just apologizing.”

The woman if anything just looks more riled up.

“Oh I suppose you just expect me to bow down to you then. The champion of the Nexus. Ha! I’ve seen how you fight, you’re little more than a monster,” she sneers. “If there was any justice in the world you would be put down as the beast you are.”

Her words make Snapper physically stumble back. He’s not stupid, he knows what people think of him. He knows that to most yokai he is The Barbaric Kappa. Big Mama’s champion and nothing else. It still hurts a little to have it thrown in his face.

In his moment of hurt Orange steps up. 

“Hey Lady, back off. I don’t know what your problem is but everything was an accident. Someone will come fix your window.” Orange says, anger evident in his tone as he stands on his tip-toes to try to meet the woman face to face. 

For a moment the woman and Orange just stare at each other, then the woman lets out a huff. Orange takes that as a sign of an interaction completed.

Snapper can feel the tension in his body leaving but then Orange turns his back to the woman and both Snapper and Red-Eyes are a second too late as the woman rakes sharp nails across the back of Orange’s skull and everything is happening so fast and someone is screaming and there is blood. Orange’s blood.

(Years ago Draxum and Big Mama both learned to never have any of Snapper’s brother's punished where Snapper can see it happen.)

All Snapper can feel is that anger. The all encompassing rage that both terrifies and protects him. 

At the sight of his brother's blood Snapper loses himself.

He comes too in a jail cell barely aware of anything except Red-Eyes’ voice calm and steady rambling about something. A comic maybe?

“So then Jupiter Jim attacks the thing with an honest to god hairdryer. Like I have no idea how it works but something about the heat throws the creature off enough to- Oh,” Red-Eyes stops suddenly. “You back with us big guy?”

Snapper blinks and takes in the sight of his brother. Red-Eyes plastron and face are splattered with blood, not a lot but not an insignificant amount either. As memory of what happened returns, Snapper whips his head around looking for Orange.

He finds him quickly at the other side of the cell similarly splattered with blood. He remembers sharp claws to the back of his head.

“Orange,” he chokes out. And his brother quickly rushes over.

“Hey hey hey. I’m here. I’m okay, you’re okay,” Orange tells him in a calm soothing voice. 

“Your head-” he starts to ask but Red-Eyes cuts him off.

“His head is fine. Scratches already healed.”

“The blood?”

There’s a beat before anyone answers.

“Not any of ours.”

The cell falls quiet and in the quiet Snapper can’t help but think. He take’s in the amount of blood splattered onto his brothers and then the volume of blood on his hands. An average Yokai can’t lose that much blood. Snapper tries not to think about what that means.

Silence lingers for maybe half an hour before there’s footsteps and a jingle of keys and Big Mama accompanied by a guard enters.

“Oh my sweetest-darling dear,” Big Mama exclaims running straight up to Snapper bypassing his brothers without so much as a glance. She embraces him and despite himself he melts into the hug.

“My poor darling,” she says, still holding him tight. “What a terrible fizzy-wizzle you found yourself in. Don’t worry. Mama will take care of everything.”

He hates the feeling of comfort her words bring. She steps back and takes his hand, pulls him up and starts to lead him out of the cell, Orange following close behind. Right as she leaves the cell Big Mama turns to look back at Red-Eyes.

“Draxum is on his way to collect you.” She says. Red-Eyes isn’t quick enough to mask the expression of panic before Snapper can clock it.

“Don’t worry yourself sweetie-pie,” Big Mama says as she leads him through the police station. He can feel accusing looks from the officers but he tries to pay them no mind as he keeps up with big mama’s personal stride. “It will be like this whole unpleasantness never happened.”

Snapper glances down at his hands, coated with blood and thinks for a second about the Yokai woman.

As he walks out of the station a step behind the most powerful woman in the hidden city facing no consequences for actions he can’t even remember he wonders if the woman who called him a monster was all that wrong.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Pacts of Power: Contract Chapter 2

Summary: Midoriya Izumi is used to the strange and unusual. She sold her soul to a Fae Lord for protection for her, along with Eri and the ability to take revenge on her mother's killers. She's visited another world and made friends among them. But she isn't quite ready for a last-ditch effort from the future to make things better for everyone, creating screens that appear in front of all of Japan as well as others around the world.

She's forced to watch as her secrets get revealed, other secrets come to light and the whole multiple partners thing. It's going to be a wild ride.

Pairings: Izuku/Ochako/Tenya/Asui/Rody, All Might/Eraserhead, and others to be added.

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Vanishing from sight wasn’t hard. It was keeping quiet enough to creep away without alerting people. Izumi just felt lucky she had practiced doing that. They slipped away from the park as the timer ticked down, the Water Hose duo calling for them.

 They couldn’t risk it. It was too open, too easily seen. If Overhaul found them… it would lead to a fight. Better to get to safety. 

 “The Night Market will be open,” Izumi said once they were far enough away. She tucked Eri under her shoulder and adjusted her hood, happy she was wearing her favourite hoodie with the butterflies on it. The hood hid a lot of Izumi’s features when it was up. Ashan had given it to her, the gnome saying while disguise self worked, nothing beat an enchanted hood. 

 “It’s always fucking open,” Eri muttered, sounding upset. She’d been so excited to spend the day with Kota, but now they would have to hide. 

 “I know,” Izumi said softly. “I’m so sorry, Eri, I…”

 “It’s not your fault the future goes to shit,” Eri grumbled. She sighed. “Sorry, I’m just upset.”

 “It’s alright, kiddo, I get it.” Izumi patted Eri’s shoulder. “You looked awesome in the future, by the way.” 

 “So did you! And your partners,” Eri teased. “Total badasses.” Izumi flushed and coughed, looking anywhere but Eri. “Also, that tressym was totally your familiar! You have a pact of the chain!”

 “I noticed,” Izumi mused. “That was a cute calico. I wonder what I named them.” Izumi and Eri continued their path to the Night Market, what some dramatic people in the know would call the meeting between worlds. In truth, it was just a market containing magic and technology that existed around the portal connecting their worlds. It just got termed the Night Market by someone who got bored, from what Izumi knew.

 As the girls walked to the market, Nezu was busy emailing his employees. They needed to get the dorms up and beef up security. Plus, he would like to reach out to the students who sacrificed themselves in the future for the school. That sort of dedication should be rewarded, after all. He already knew that Shouta would be taking most of them!

 Shouta checked his email with a glance, busy with his plans. He had to find the kids, Eri and Izumi. He remembered Eri saying that people had hurt her and Izumi fought off thugs, but he was also reasonably sure he’d met them before. A pair of green-haired sisters who’d been running from someone who could morph their body into things. Mimic, if Shouta remembered right. He was broken out rather dramatically, the walls of his cell destroyed, and police officers who couldn’t remember what happened only knew extreme pain. They were still looking. 

 The kids had to be hiding from them, and Shouta already checked about witness protection. Nothing. They were in danger and needed help. One would be his future student, one of HIS kids. They needed protection. (He would see those pictures of his students in that album until the day he died, even if it never happened this time around. He’d never wanted to bury a student. But he could have.) He wouldn’t fail.

 Toshinori, outside the park, began to hunt for the two girls. Those had been Izumi and Eri, most likely, meaning they were central figures in the future. They needed protection and safety from harm. (All for One lived. They would never be safe, and it was all his fault.)

 Monoma Neito wondered about his future as he watched the screen. Knowing he chose to destroy the world to save it weighed on his mind. He’d decided to risk it all. Neito got it; there were bodies upon bodies, and he doubted that they knew all of them. But destroying the world…

 How bad did it truly get?

 In Otheon, Rody held onto his siblings. Okay, so he had to get to Japan. How? Perhaps if he… no, that wouldn’t work. Maybe… no…

 Holding onto his siblings, Rody could only wonder desperately as the screen began to play again. How could he save them?

 In a small apartment, two young children are talking. One is a little girl with silvery hair and a horn upon her head, smiling as she looks up at the other, a preteen child with green hair and freckles, wearing a skirt.

 “So apples are superior,” the little girl says.

 “I dunno, I still like oranges,” the other girl teases. The younger huffs and opens her mouth only for the door leading out of the apartment to slam open. Both whirl around to see a green-haired woman enter, slamming the door and locking it. She turns to them, leaning on the door. Her eyes are wild.

 “Inko?!” Masaru asked as Katsuki gasped. “I thought…” Masaru shook his head as Katsuki stared at the screen in shock. 

 Auntie? How… no, NO! That meant Izumi was DEKU. The worthless Quirkless freak who'd died with Auntie a few years back! It couldn’t be true! The fucker who’d stalked Katsuki!

 “This is fake!” he yelled out angrily. Masaru sighed.

 “Katsuki…”

 “It is!” he snapped. Masaru gave his son a stern look.

 “Arguing back may work with your mother; it does NOT work with me, Katsuki,” Masaru said firmly. Katsuki scowled. After the Hag went to that mental health facility when Auntie died, his old man got stern about a lot of stuff. There was therapy and shit to go to, which sucked so much because the hack always tried to say Katsuki had some personality thing when he didn’t. He didn’t! It was a lie trying to make him seem weak!

 They pulled him out of Aldera to send him to some stupid school that, sure, was better academically, but they were so annoying about Quirk usage. (Katsuki would admit he did realize how Aldera broke the law by letting them use it all the time, but this school just was so harsh about it.) The only good thing was he remained on top with the teachers, knowing he would be the next number one, and the extras all knowing it.

 In the Bakugou’s house, Mitsuki covered her eyes. She’d had a suspicion. Izumi looked so much like Inko, which made the blonde woman hope she hadn’t lost the connection to her old friend (ex, lover, all the names blurred until it was just Inko). She hadn’t! Izuku… Izumi lived! Mitsuki saw the girl and knew who she’d been. 

 Oh god, it explained so much. Inko was reaching out about trans things, about hormones. Mitsuki hadn’t talked to Inko about it in years after Mitsuki whispered it into the other’s ear, terrified, thanks to her asshole parents. Inko helped Mitsuki get out and land a job where she could be a woman. It ended their romance; Inko was not into women, but Mitsuki still had the other around. It was fine.

 Then Inko died, and things cracked. Mitsuki could only thank the gods for Masaru, who helped her get treatment. Who held her hand throughout the therapy sessions and accepted her realization she’d been a bad wife for a while and a semi-terrible mother. She loved him so damn much. Meeting at that trans support meeting was the best thing that ever happened to her, right there with him getting pregnant with Katsuki.

 And now, Izumi was alive. Mitsuki had to find her and help the girl. She had to save her friend’s daughter. 

 She had to.

 “Izumi! Butterfly! I need you to take Eri and run!” She shouts.

 “Mom?” The older child asks. She looks panicked but is moving to pick up the other.

 “Miss Inko?” the younger asks.

 “Babies, please- RUN!” Inko says. The door shakes, and Inko looks at them pleadingly. Izumi, the eldest, runs. She runs with Eri in her arms as she reaches a sliding door which opens to a balcony with a ladder attached heading to the ground. The two scurry down it as shouting and screams begin to happen. Izumi runs with Eri, ducking down alleyways. She clutches the younger into her arms tightly, looking around. Voices seem to follow them, all shouting about the two girls.

 “Oh hell!” a few people said, staring at the fleeing girls in horror. What was going on? Who was chasing them?

 Only a few knew. 

 Chisaki Kai watched the screen with a frown behind his mask. That was Eri, the missing part of the Quirk removing bullets. And next to her was Izuku, the child he’d also been searching for—a pure Quirkless child, born without the disease known as Quirks. Sure, the boy had been interested in them, but Kai knew it wouldn’t be hard to show him the truth.

 Except the Boss kept Kai away from Izuku, looking at him strangely. Kai hated it, knowing he was so close to the perfect human but unable to approach. It had been part of the reason to deal with the boss, giving him access to the boy. Such an ideal child, full of potential. So beautiful. 

 Then Eri was taken, and when his men went after Inko, the children vanished. The piece of the puzzle and the perfect child. Missing, all of them. Now he saw Eri, but not Izuku…

 Except there he… she was. Izumi. Izuku had discovered her true identity. Kai hadn’t expected that, though he was thankful the girl transitioned rather than just saying it without changing. People who made those far-fetched claims about being a different gender but didn’t change always made Kai roll his eyes. Idiots wanting to be unique. 

 Izumi was beautiful. More than she had been and Kai felt his plans begin to twist. He needed Eri, needed Izumi. Both of them were important to his plans. 

 He would have them.

 “They went this way!”

 “I saw the kids!”

 “Remember, we can’t hurt them!”

 The two girls keep moving until Izumi turns down an alley and freezes. It leads to nothing but a brick wall. The older girl shakes, staring at it. The younger begins to cry.

 “I can go back! You can escape-“ Eri says, but Izumi holds her tight.

 “No, you’re not going back; we can… we can…” Izumi says, looking lost. 

 “They need to keep running,” a hero murmured. Get to a hero agency and find people to help them. They needed to get to safety.

 “I can help,” a voice says, and Izumi turns with Eri. A tall man stands there, with skin incredibly pale and eyes just as colourless. His black hair hung to his back, and he stared at them. He’s impossibly beautiful but also cold, looking like he’ll cut someone from the strap ridges, but you couldn’t look away from him.

 “I… who are you…” Izumi steps back, keeping her eyes on him.

 “Someone willing to help for a price.” The man offers a hand. Izumi stares at it and then at him, eyes wide. Shouting and footsteps occur once more. Her shoulders slump. She looks up at him and reaches out to touch his hand with her right one…

 “Don’t do it,” Toshinori said softly. Whoever that man was, he couldn’t be safe. Appearing when the girl was at the most risk, offering his help for a price… could he be one of All for One’s men? Could Izumi and Eri have worked for the man before escaping his grasp? It had to be, and the idea was terrifying.

 He needed to save them, help them. He had to be there for them…

 In his lair, All for One rolled his eyes as loud bangs continued from Balor’s pod. Malivor had sent many warlocks after him to free Balor; All for One didn't care about this new one. She had taken down Shigaraki, but it wasn’t him! This Izumi would be another drop in the bucket. Fools, thinking they could take him down.

 A fourteen-year-old Izumi sits up in bed, breathing heavily as she sits there. Her hair is longer, and a mess of curls she shoves out of her face as she gets out of bed. She stumbles to turn on a light switch near her bed and stands in a messy room. She closes her eyes and breathes. She opens them and looks at her right wrist. On it is an M in a fancy script; she stares at it for a long moment. 

 “I hate and love you,” she says to herself. She turns off the light and returns to bed, her thoughts echoing.

 Here’s the thing. Not all people are equal. Some have more power than others, whether it be through birth, gender, or Quirk. It’s a fact I learned young. The teenager pulls the covers around her tighter as she drifts off to sleep.

 “Love?” Eri asked, raising an eyebrow at Izumi. 

 “Watch the judgement. It's impossible NOT to love someone who holds your soul like that,” Izumi defended. “He owns my soul, Eri, and it's tied to him in a way that's beyond mortal understanding. It would be weirder if I didn't love him a little.”

 Izumi awakens some hours later, leaving bed to stumble around her bedroom to dress in a dark purple sleeveless hoodie and ripped jeans. Izumi takes a moment to do her hair in a mirror above her dresser, using a folded black bandana. A pair of butterfly earrings are added to the outfit with a soft smile. 

    “Looking good,” she tells herself with finger guns. She leaves her bedroom to enter a living room where a little girl works on a scrapbook with a backpack next to herself. The girl also has green hair in a crown braid around her head. She wears an elementary school uniform consisting of slacks and a polo shirt.

 “Izumi!” the girl says upon seeing the teenager. “You’re dressed down today.”

 “She is,” Tsunami said to Enyo. Izumi tended to wear three accessories when she could get away with it, plus those platform boots she loved so much. She'd forgone them for Kota’s birthday, but even then, she'd worn fishnet under her pants and had a dozen pins on her backpack. 

 “Not feeling the energy to dress up. But are you ready, Eri?” Izumi asks. The little girl nods eagerly, picking up the backpack. 

 “Fuck yeah! I got my homework and everything!” Eri bounces on her feet. “Let’s go!” Izumi laughs.

 “Wow, she just let that one loose,” chuckled a civilian. Those who knew the girl winced, though. Midoriya Eri had the worst mouth of anyone they knew, and she was barely nine. 

 How worse would she get in the future?

 “Alright, let’s go, kiddo,” the two leave the apartment, letting Izumi lock it behind her.

 “It’s a good thing I never take the same route,” muttered Izumi. She escorted her sister all the time and, as shown on the screen, always took long paths. They never repeated a route if they could help it—much too dangerous.

 Upon reaching the school, Izumi takes a moment to hug Eri tightly, holding the little girl to herself firmly. 

 “Go and have fun, okay?” Izumi says to the girl.

 “I always do! Love you, Izumi!” Eri beams, and Izumi laughs. She waves the girl off and turns to leave. 

 The screen morphs again to show a baby glowing, giggling as its father looks at the child in shock. “The first incident occurred in Qing Qing City. A child born able to produce light. It was the first major Quirk revealed. Theorists assume it was the first emitter Quirk of its kind, mental Quirks or physical Quirks having occurred in small amounts throughout the years,” Izumi narrates. “However, as if a bomb or some sort of detonation occurred, multiple people began showing signs of superhuman abilities such as water powers, flying and more.”

 The screen moves to show people fighting then, people with Quirks fighting against some with guns. “War broke out after some countries tried to enforce strict laws against those with powers. The word Quirk came about when a mother tried to protect her child by claiming the baby simply was Quirky, not a danger.” The screen shows the mother holding her child, who burps fire.

 “Wait, really?” Kamianri Denki asked. “That's cool. Never knew how it happened.”

 “Me either,” Jirou Kyoka said thoughtfully to her classmate. They had been put together for a project and met at the library to work on it. The screen, though, derailed them quite a bit. “It makes sense, saying they were Quirky rather than not.”

 “It does.” Denki hummed in thought. “Wonder why they never tell us that in school.”

 “Doesn't sound as cool as the other stuff, probably.”

 “You're right.” 

 “People without Quirks began dwindling over time until there remained only 20% of the global population without them. I was born Atakani Izuku, a Quirkless boy.” 

The screen morphs to show a doctor’s office. A bald man with glasses and a bottle brush mustache sits casually in a chair, boredom in his tone. “Sorry, kid, you don’t have any chance of being a hero.”

 The little boy and a slim, green-haired woman who looks like him are shown sitting in chairs. The little boy drops an All Might toy that had been clutched in his hand, eyes wide.

 “Ouch,” a fair few people said. Recovery Girl frowned, shaking her head. A terrible bedside manner that.

 “Kids gotta have a Quirk,” a few people said, though. “Probably like specific activation.”

 “Hey, Magne,” one of the people working at a coffee shop said to their co-worker. “You're trans, right?”

 “Just because I prefer masculine clothes and the such doesn't make me less of a woman, but yes,” Magne said in a dry voice. She'd gotten into many fights over that, which was the reason behind her rap sheet. ‘They were transphobic’ didn't work well as a defence when you didn't care to transition like Magne. She loved herself the way she was and found that people who tried to force her into a box were as bad as anyone else.

 “Did you figure out your Quirk when you became trans? You can magnetize people, right?” her co-worker continued. 

 “I was always trans, but figuring it out DID expand my horizons and have me realize things,” Magne said. “Maybe the kid is the same. Or maybe she's the first Quirkless hero.”

 “That would be badass.”

 “Excuse me, how can you say that?” The woman asks as she places a hand on her child’s back. “That’s so cruel! We simply came to ask about why his Quirk isn’t coming in, not asking if my son can be a hero or not?!” The doctor rolls his eyes as the screen focuses on both sets of people. 

“What Quirks do you and the boy’s father have?” the doctor asks. The woman glares but sighs.

 “Nothing too special,” she says, moving a hand to make a pulling motion. The toy floats up. “I can pull small objects towards myself while my husband breathes fire. Izuku here has some form of protection from fire. He doesn’t burn easily.”

 “Not uncommon,” Nezu mused. It wasn't considered a Quirk but rather a mutation that could be passed down from parents. Young… hmm, he didn't know Izumi’s last name. It was Atakani, giving him the ability to look into the family to try and figure out how the mother died, but unless she went through the legal system, she wouldn't be in witness protection.

 Frankly, he wouldn't be surprised if she hadn't. The system wasn't very airtight, and whoever that man was who helped her, Nezu didn't believe he was an upstanding citizen. Izumi and Eri probably used the black market version of witness protection. 

 He hoped they were safe. 

 “Young Izuku’s fireproof mutation should have been a sign of his own Quirk,” the doctor says. “It’s not uncommon for a mutation to pass on without a Quirk attached, but usually, with these cases, he should have his father’s Quirk.” The doctor waves a hand at a set of X-rays. “While it isn’t impossible for someone to develop a Quirk later, the chances of it are highly unlikely thanks to these x-rays.”

 “The pinky joint theory?” the woman asks.

 “…Indeed. You know the theory, Mrs. Atakani?” The doctor asks.

 “Yes, I know it. People with Quirks rarely have the joint; something like a 20% chance, correct?” Mrs. Atakani glares at the man. He sighs.

 “Yes, and while there is a chance of young Izuku being what we term a false negative, which is someone who has a Quirkless body but a Quirk, it’s rare. There is almost no chance your son will develop a Quirk.”

 No, Izumi never developed a Quirk. She'd taken a cheater's path and made a deal with a being much more dangerous. 

 As Izumi stared at the screen, at her mother, who was so damn alive in the past, she wondered. What if Inko could run with them? Would they still have been cornered? Would Izumi have taken Lord Malivor’s hand? Would the contract still be burned onto her skin and her life forfeited?

 Izumi didn't know. And she was terrified of the answer. She didn't regret her deal. It was impossible to, but it was also something she dwelled on. 

 What if?

 The screen changes to show young Izuku sitting at a desk watching a video. It’s of All Might’s debut, him saving so many people. He watches with teary eyes. His mother comes up behind him, watching with him.

 “…Do you think I could still be a hero?” Izuku whispers. His mother sobs then.

 “I’m so sorry, Izuku,” she says, turning the chair around to hug him. “I’m so so sorry.”

 While they hug, Izumi’s voice continues. “It’s illegal to discriminate against the Quirkless, but it still happens. We were charged twice the normal amount at my elementary school, and I was often put last regarding medical concerns. I can’t count how many times I went to the hospital thanks to one little brat I knew.” A blonde child is shown hurting Izuku with his Quirk, laughing. “Each time, everyone else came first.” The bitterness is evident in Izumi’s voice.

 “It can't be that bad,” Ashido Mina said. The Quirkless were a dying percent of the population; it couldn't be as bad as mutation discrimination. Mina had been told to leave so many stores because of her looks, but she hadn't been denied medical treatment! It sounded ridiculous. 

 “You never know,” her mother said. “Some people can get very nasty about things.” Mina shook her head, unable to believe it. Izumi had to be lying, or maybe she hadn’t been hurt as badly. Doctors wouldn’t ignore people just because they didn’t have a Quirk. They didn’t. 

 “You get used to it, though, sadly. My ass of a father scrammed when I was declared Quirkless, and my mom was fired because of my Quirk status. Illegal, yes, but they made the excuse of her missing too many days thanks to me getting injured, leading to her needing to take care of me.” Mrs. Atakani is shown carrying a box of items.

 “Did that actually fucking happen?!” Eri asked Izumi as they approached the entrance to the Night Market.

 “I believe so,” Izumi said. “Somewhat, anyway. I got hurt a lot thanks to the other kids, and Mom did miss a lot of work. It’s possible that was actually the reason, but…”

 “You don’t think so,” Eri said.

 “I don’t. If it was, they knew I was being bullied. A good boss would have done something for Mom,” Izumi lifted her hand to place on the brick wall in front of her, whispering a spell to activate the passage. “So I think it was because of that.” Izumi and Eri stepped through the shimmering bricks to enter a large area full of people, all incredibly varied in their looks. Tall beings with horns and tails, all the colours of a rainbow, were mixed in with short people with pointed ears and various skin colours, too. People with wings walked with people who looked like dragons, and blue-skinned, elven-looking people were avoided. 

 Along with the people were tents, all of which sold various things. Some were what people would expect in a market: food, fashion, random nicknacks and more. Others, though, were unbelievable.

 “Potions! Get your potions here!”

 “Spell scrolls!”

 “Enchanted jewellery for sale!” the vendors called as Izumi and Eri entered the area. Even there, screens floated in front of people, some of them joining together to create larger screens, but most people were ignoring them. After all, it was just magic. Some divination wizard’s spell, no matter how it had happened. 

 A few people did recognize Izumi and Eri but left them alone. Kids were already dealing with enough; it was better to leave them alone. The only people who bothered to acknowledge them were the friends they’d made in the markets. One of whom waved them to her stall.

 “Well, dearies,” Madame Fairbraid said, the forest gnome puffing on her pipe, “isn’t this interesting?” the slightly green-skinned woman grinned as she directed the girls to the back of her tent.

 “No deliveries today?” Izumi asked the brunette woman, who shrugged, eyes glowing purple. Of course, the wizard knew what was going on; Izumi never met someone as strong as her with divination before. Or, well, Monoma might take that spot one day. 

 “Nope, figured you being twitchy about a little smuggling wouldn’t be good today,” Madame Fairbraid said with a puff of her pipe. Izumi rolled her eyes. Smuggling potions wasn’t illegal in Japan, mainly because few people knew about magic. The unlawful part came because Madame Fairbraid sold them to hospitals for heroes. Izumi didn’t care about that too much. She got her own potions from the Madame, after all, and they were beneficial. 

 Ten to one, they’d become a legitimate business anyway when the truth came out.

 The screen morphs again to show bird-masked people. “And with few wanting to hire her… well, sometimes good people don’t have much choice but to work with bad.”

 “Inko,” Mitsuki moaned. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

 Probably because of Katsuki. Mitsuki swallowed, covering her face in shame. After Inko died, they’d figured out how badly Katsuki treated Izuk-Izumi. They had been ashamed, and part of the reason he was in therapy was so he could understand where he’d gone wrong. The therapist Katsuki spoke to always said they were working on it, while Katsuki just complained. Mitsuki felt sick knowing her son couldn’t understand where he went wrong. 

 Where had they gone wrong? When had Katsuki’s actions hurt Izumi so much that Inko pulled back? When had it all fallen apart?

 Elsewhere, Nezu sighed. A familiar tale, sadly, a family damned because of how one of them was treated. It was only lucky Izumi and Eri escaped with their lives, even if Izumi probably had made a deal with the devil.

 The screen shows Izumi as she walks down the street. A loud bang occurs, and she turns around, her eyes suddenly widening. “Oh! A villain attack?” she asks. She heads towards it, pulling a notebook out from her hoodie pocket. Maybe there will be something new to analyze for my blog! Her thoughts broadcast over the screen.

  An angular-faced giant man stands on an overpass above a sign saying Tatooin Station, roaring. Izumi stops behind a police line, whistling. “Wow, that’s a big criminal,” she remarks. Her voiceover occurs again.

 “With Quirks, it shouldn’t be a surprise that there arose people who used them for their own gain, and those who used them to help. The first people who did so would be termed vigilantes nowadays. But we still call them heroes.”

 A silver-haired man dressed in blue and yellow catches a steel electrical tower falling before throwing it away.

 “Oh, nice! Way to go, Death Arms!” a bystander cheers.

 “So cool!” civilians cheered as the hero smirked, posing a little. It hadn’t happened yet, but he was delighted he showed up so soon. Perhaps he inspired Izumi to be a better hero? The girl probably activated some Quirk after all if she was a hero in the future. 

  “The Punching Hero!” another onlooker shouts. “I wish I had a quirk that made me super strong!”

 Some people push against the police line, even as officers try to keep them back. They’re stopped by ropes of water as another hero dressed in firefighter garb appears. “Everyone, please stay back. This area is far too dangerous!” the man shouts. The civilians barely listen.

 “Whoa! The rescue specialist Backdraft is here? He’ll make sure we’re okay!”

 “Not if you don’t listen,” Izumi mutters as she writes in her notebook. “Man, keep back, idiots,” she says to herself.

 “She’s right, they need to stay back,” Shouta muttered as he headed to Nezu’s office. Hopefully, the principal would have a lead for him to follow on what the hell was going on. People would be at risk if they got too close, and then they would point fingers at heroes instead of admitting fault. It never ended.

 “Who is the criminal?” Izumi wonders.

 “Just some amateur,” a man tells her. He points at a woman standing beside an officer. “Stole her bag and got himself cornered by some sidekick.”

 “Seriously?” another person speaks up. “A Quirk like that, and he’s just a petty thief?”

 “Gigantification Quirks are rare,” Izumi agrees casually as she writes in her notebook. “Or, well, the scale he can go to. I think the normal height is, what, ten feet?”

 “Eleven,” Nezu mused as he let in Shouta. “But she’s on the right track!” he grinned. “I’m currently looking for the Atakani family, though I am a bit distracted.” 

 “Any idea about any of the others? Other than Tenya?” Shouta asked Nezu. 

 “Not yet; we’ll have to wait and see to learn their names.” Nezu mused. “As well as the villains mentioned in the future.” 

 “I’ve heard of Dabi- he’s a serial arsonist who burned down that bar a few weeks back, the one that had rules about what Quirks were allowed inside,” Shouta said. It was a place that had been close to being shut down for the blatant discrimination, given they went after things like fire Quirks. The fact it was ‘harmless’ Quirks being targeted had been the issue for people. Meanwhile, you had places with signs saying no mutation Quirks, and those got away with it because of allergies usually. It was a sad thing, that sort of crap being allowed. Yet, Shouta knew that even before Quirks, racism and discrimination had been a problem. He’d heard people talk dreamily of going back to then, with Quirks not an issue anymore. They ignored the history lessons talking about foreigners being banned from places, of hair dye being forbidden in schools, and the stories of the nail being hammered down. 

 Discrimination would always be a problem; it was just people choosing new things to hate. 

 “I’ve heard of Toga and Mr. Compress,” Nezu said pleasantly. “We’ll have to look into it more.”

 “Huh,” the man who told her about the criminal says. “Didn’t know that.”

 “I run an analysis blog; I like Quirks.” Izumi muses as she writes. A shadow passes over, and Izumi glances up, gasping. “Kaumi Woods?!” 

 The screen shows a man dressed in black with a wooden mask using branches to swing himself to a roof. A group of teens squeal, all dressed in their uniforms.  

 “It’s Kamui! We’re your biggest fans!” the girls cry.

 “Wow! Didn’t he just enter his solo hero career?” Izumi wonders, writing more. “Man, this is a good fight!”

 “It really is,” Izumi agreed with her future counterpart. Kamui Woods had been a sidekick for years, and his recent debut into a solo career was something she followed with interest. It was so cool!

 “One look at that dopey grin, and I know what you are,” states an older man with star-shaped antennae protruding from his cheeks and the top of his head. He grins at Izumi. “A fangirl!” he laughs.

 “Caught me!” laughs Izumi. “Like I said, I run a blog!” And an analysis business in between online classes, but I won’t tell him that. Her thoughts echo.

 “Oh?” Nezu grinned, very interested in hearing that. Even if she was just a small-time name, her being able to run a business was fascinating.

 Elsewhere, Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa raised an eyebrow. He had a feeling he knew who Izumi was as an analyst. He’d long since known that Fae Analysis, the top ‘unprofessional’ analyst in this prefecture and the ones around them, was a teenager. He’d avoided telling Nezu if only cause the idea of him moulding her mind was a little terrifying.

 Kamui Woods lands on top of an arch above the train tracks, glaring at the giant man. “Assault, robbery, and illegal use of powers during rush-hour traffic. You are the incarnation of evil!” He winces slightly.

 “Oof, bad catchphrase moment,” Izumi mutters as she writes things down. “Can’t all be ‘I am Here’ though.” She writes more things down as Kamui Woods poses.

 Kamui Woods coughed as he pulled out his notebook to strike the catchphrase off. It was a bit much.

   “Pre-emptive binding Lacquered Chain Prison!” Kamui Woods shouts as the branches from his arm arch toward the criminal. However, right before the land, a feminine voice calls,

 “Canyon Cannon!” A giant woman kicks the criminal, knocking him off the overpass. Izumi winces, hissing through her teeth as she looks at the street.

 “Oh damn,” she says. “Bad move.”

 “Huh?” the star man asks her.

 “Look at the property damage,” Izumi says as she writes. However, the cameras clicking make Izumi look up to see the woman posing with her ass pointing at the cameras.

 The woman in question, a young sidekick, beamed at the screen. Property damage? Big deal! She had just made her debut! And she looked hot!

 “There’s the money shot,” laughs one. Izumi groans but pulls out her phone to take a picture.

 “Piece of cake for the world’s next hottest hero,” the giantess states as she leans down, shaking her ass slowly. “Hi everyone. I’m Mt. Lady, and you don’t need to worry about this bum anymore,” The woman winks.

 “… That was just BAD,” Izumi says.

 “Yeah, that was. God, how old is she? She looks so young…” the star man says.

 “Don’t know,” Izumi says with a sigh. “Man, look at Kamui. He just got his entire catch stolen.” She frowns as she looks at the tree hero whose shoulders are slumped.

 “There was no need for that,” a man commented to his friend. He looked over at a blonde woman who went a bit pink. While Mt. Lady had a mask on in the future, it wasn’t too hard to tell what she looked like, and there she was. “He had it well in hand.”

 “Pushy,” his friend scoffed. “She’s going to wash out if she keeps acting like that; it’s too similar to what his face… that guy with…”

 “That Captain guy? Yeah, he was a nutjob,” snorted the first man. “Really pushy about being the perfect hero? He got how many people killed?”

 Mt. Lady, or Takeyama Yu, glared at the gossiping men. She wasn’t that bad! She’d done well, and she… okay, maybe stole the catch, but she still saved people! It shouldn’t matter how she’d done it if she had it in the bag! She needed money for the damage of her fights!

 (She ignored the voice, wondering about Kamui Woods also needing money.)

 “It’s common,” Izumi’s voiceover says, “for heroes to fight over captures and other things. Their carers depend on their ability to do good work, but to get higher in the ranks, you have to stay in the spotlight.” Mt. Lady poses at a much smaller size with the smaller version of the criminal as Kamui Woods speaks with a cop, still looking depressed. Izumi is shown close to the site of the takedown. She pulls out her phone to take more pictures.

 “Can she control her size? Why is she here? A giant hero is more useful out in the country,” muses Izumi. “Though I suppose if this is what happens when she takes down villains… yeah, she needs money. Less chances for fame in the country…”

 “Huh. You want to be a hero to kid?” the star man asks, having followed.

 “Huh? Oh yeah, more than anything,” Izumi laughs.

 “Well, if you use that brain, I don’t doubt you’ll make it, kid!” the man laughs, waving as he walks off. Izumi giggles.

 Nice guy, she thinks before the screen changes to show her sitting at a kitchen table typing up a review of the fight. Her blog title is shown on the laptop she’s working on: Fae Analysis.

 “Oh! Delightful!” Nezu grinned with all his teeth as Shouta shuddered. Great, she attracted the attention of the most intelligent person in the world. Fae Analysis had been making waves the past two years, and knowing she was an impressionable teenager meant Nezu would be all over that, more so since she didn’t have an analysis Quirk or an intelligence one. Nezu hated dealing with people with those, given how competitive they could be or because they used it too much as a crutch. There had been a teenager who threw a fit at being denied a place in UA recently, an Interi Saiko who boosted her intelligence while drinking tea. She had failed horribly at the entrance exam and had been furious they weren’t just letting her in because she was brilliant. 

 Nezu had been annoyed by the girl enough that he'd told several other intelligence heroes about her, which Shouta knew would limit her internships for a while. They wouldn’t be so cruel as to outright ban her forever, but she’d probably have to wait until her second or third year of high school before being allowed to intern with them. They’d also tell her why, so either she would shape up while realizing she wasn’t the most important person in the world, or she would run herself into the ground. 

 It wasn’t an isolated incident, and it was why Nezu only ever taught students without any Quirk similar to his own, Hizashi being the one person Shouta knew best out of the personal students. So Izumi would catch his eye, and the idea somewhat terrified Shouta. Nezu moulding an already skilled analyst further? Terrifying.

 Outside his office, there were primarily people freaking out about the blog being run by a teenager and a very embarrassed Mt. Lady realizing Izumi would drag her on said blog. 

 It could ruin her before she started. Maybe she should think more about collateral damage…

 She hums, pausing as she studies the screen. “No… that doesn’t work…” she mutters, deleting the typed word before nodding as she finishes. She posts the article and stretches. “Alright, that’s done. Lectures were listened to; assignments started for next week, the ones for this week sent in… errand time.” she stands up from the table, pausing when a chime occurs. She pulls her phone out of her pocket. 

Detective Truthman: Fae, we’re sending you some videos tonight. Need analysis ASAP, double the usual rate. Her phone’s text messages read, along with a reminder from her calendar app. Izumi nods and sends back an affirmative to the text before she goes to the bathroom. Opening her medicine cabinet reveals rows of vials full of strange liquid. She takes one that’s a bright pink, drinking it down with a shudder. Her face glows slightly before changing a little. Her jawline softens somewhat, and her neck seems slimmer. She smiles.

 “Whoa!” people stared at the screen in shock. Izumi grinned, eyeing her face. She liked it.

 “Hey, Madame, I do need more estrogen potions now that I’m here,” she told Fairbraid, who motioned at a crate. 

 “Take what you need, kid. I’ll just get you to run a few errands. Think you might like one; I need to send some stuff to Otheon.” Madame Fairbraid grinned at Izumi, who flushed, remembering one of her future partners was there. 

 The woman was way too sly. 

 “That’s useful,” a doctor said. The woman tapped her chin. “I wonder if there’s someone with a Quirk that lets them make… well, I guess potions is the best term. I know a few people who’ve passed out similar vials to patients.”

 “Seems like it, and that Izumi has an in.” said a nurse. The man grinned. “Pretty cool.”

 “Yeah, it is.”

 “Looking good,” Izumi repeats herself from earlier before the screen moves to show her walking down the street. She has some bags hanging from her arm, all empty. She scrolls through her phone. “Alright, need to go to the grocery store and the hardware store���” she looks up and freezes. A man in a face mask with blue arrow-like hair walks down the street. Izumi’s eyes narrow. She checks around herself to see no one around before glancing up. She moves to hide in a small doorway, her hand moving to touch her face. 

“Omnia mutation,” she says. A green glow covers her face, and then suddenly, a plain-looking man in a business suit stands where she had been. 

 “What?!” the Water Hose duo asked in surprise. How did she do that? She turned invisible earlier.

 Toshinori bit his lip. He hoped the girl didn’t make a deal for multiple Quirks; things like that never worked out. He pulled his phone out to text Nezu, hesitating before messaging Mirai and Gran Torino. Best to cover his bases. 

 Meanwhile, Kai glared at Chronostasis, who glared at the screen. How could he fail the boss like that? How could he get spotted?

 And how did that kid get a fucking Quirk? It had to be unnatural, meaning they’d have to remove it. Ugh, that just meant more work for all of them!

 Izumi, in her disguise, steps out of the doorway and towards the man who does not notice her.  Passing by, the disguised Izumi elbows the other in his side. She whispers, “Impero te.”

 “Ah! Watch it!” the masked man says as he stumbles.

 “Oh, sorry!” Izumi says, her voice is masculine. Both of their eyes lock, and Izumi’s eyes shine. “Are you okay?”

 “Oh, yes,” the masked man’s eyes shine to. “I’m fine…” he trails off slowly.

 “You sure?” Izumi asks, the voice thick with worry. “You look a little sick.”

 “I’m…” the masked man blinks. “I do feel ill…”

 “Come on, let’s go sit,” Izumi waves down an alleyway, and the man follows. They walk briefly before Izumi turns around, and her authentic voice emerges, “Obdormiscere.” The masked man’s eyes roll up, and he drops. Izumi catches him, her disguise falling as she does. “Ugh! Chronostasis, you’re still a heavy jerk.” She grunts as she moves to lay him on the ground, uncaring of any mess. She looks at him with a bitter glare. “I hate you so much; you’re lucky I don’t kill.” She growls before she begins to look through his pockets.

 “What the fuck?!” was the general consensus. She didn’t kill? He was lucky she didn’t? For sure, he was, given she’d just knocked him out quickly and now was rifling through his things. What was going on? 

 And who was Chronostasis?

 One person knew very well the green and yellow-haired man glaring at the screen. This Izumi was dangerous, connected to someone who gave her a Quirk and to the yakuza group he’d been tracking for the last few years. They were searching for something… 

 They were searching for those two girls, weren’t they? Perhaps Izumi was not as dangerous as Mirai feared… perhaps.

 Izumi pulls out his phone and opens it, grabbing the man’s hand to use his fingerprint to unlock the screen. She studies the phone. “Nothing. Alright then,” she puts the phone back in the man’s pocket before going to his head. She kneels above it and places her hands on his skull. “Video veritatem,” she says. Her eyes glow a deep green.

 Images cross the screen, showing the masked man in a bird face mask speaking with another man in a similar mask. They show the men going to schools and observing the children before flickering to show them looking at other schools. Two pictures show up, one of a green-haired male teenager and the other of a little girl with silver hair and a horn on her head.

 “Good, you didn’t find us,” muttered Izumi, her eyes losing their glow. She moves back to search the man, stealing his wallet. She smirks at the man and then speaks, “Impero tibi,” her voice echoes. “You will forget this happened. All you remember is some punk teenager stealing your wallet. You’ll leave the school alone.” She orders. She stands up and walks away.

 “Holy fuck,” Shinsou Tamae said as she stared at the screen. Her nephew Hitoshi also stared at the screen in awe. That was a terrifying power. Dangerous in the wrong hands. But it was like his Quirk. Hitoshi loved it, loved seeing that and having seen Izumi as a hero.… it was terrific to see her shine like that. She had a similar power to his! 

 Hitoshi had only ever gotten crap about his Quirk. Teachers avoid his questions, and other kids shun him. People refused to look at him, and his father outright left because of it. Hitoshi didn’t remember the man well; he only remembered the blonde man leaving one day. His aunt told him it was because his father was a hero who worried about his image. Asshole. At least he paid his child support, but Hitoshi hated being reminded of him. His mother abandoned him, too, unlike his dad, who left because of his Quirk. 

 He'd be a hero and shove it in his father’s face. And he'd be a hero with Izumi, right? So they could maybe be friends…

 Around Japan, a lot of people reacted with fear over the scene, seeing how Izumi was able to manipulate the memories of the man. But others reminded themselves she would be a hero one day, that it wasn't that scary of a power compared to others. Besides, he was a villain. Who cares about those people?

 “Not all people are created equal,” her voice says. “But sometimes we can even things out if you know where to look. However, I don’t suggest my route. 

 The potential of losing everything just doesn’t make it worthwhile.”

 “What sort of monster did she deal with?!” Toshinori asked. It was a question repeated by multiple people around Japan and even by Catherine in the States. 

 What power did she gain, and what was the price she paid?

 “Alright, so they’re watching us but haven’t caught us. Guess changing our last name and moving back here worked,” Izumi mutters as she walks. “I’ll talk to Eri and warn her. We’re passing her Quirk off as a minor healing one…. We might have to start contouring her face more…”

 As Izumi walks, she passes by a grate. It begins shaking, and she pauses, turning. A bunch of sludge rises from it, laughing. “A perfect invisibility suit!” A masculine voice laughs. 

 “Dol-“ Izumi lifts a hand, but the sludge moves faster and suddenly it’s on her. Part of it entered her mouth. Izumi gives a strangled scream and drops her cloth bags, grabbing at the sludge. 

 “Izumi!” Eri said, her arms going to wrap around her sister. Izumi hugged the girl back, watching the screen with worry. It was mimicked by people around Japan, even those who now feared her thanks to her Quirk. No one wanted her dead.

 Or, well, not all of them did. Some did, finding her powers scary, but did not discuss it. It wouldn’t look good for them to say anything.

 “Man, thanks kid! You’re really my hero!” Laughs the sludge villain.

 Shit, I can’t speak! Can’t cast anything! Izumi thinks. Her hands grab at the sludge. Shit shit, I need… I need…

 “Ha!” the sludge villain laughed. He managed to beat the girl just by preventing her from speaking! What a weakling!

 The grate explodes, and a large man appears. “Have no fear, for you are safe! NOW THAT I AM HERE!” Shouts the man.

 “Aww hell,” the villain muttered. He was dead.

 Meanwhile, people let out relieved breaths, knowing All Might would save Izumi, who was freaking out that All Might himself would save her.

 All Might?! Izumi thinks wildly. The sludge villain lets her go slightly to try and attack the hero. He dodges and pauses, looking at them. He’s trying to get a good shot- Izumi thinks. She yanks her head free.

 “DOLOR!” She shouts, slamming a hand against the villain. Vivid red energy passes from her hand to the villain, making him drop her. She rolls out of the way as All Might makes a move.

 “Energy manipulation,” Nezu said. Shouta turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “Her Quirk, I believe it to be energy manipulation. She can use it to disguise herself or put people to sleep as well as adjust their minds and create blasts.”

 “That seems a stretch,” Shouta said. Nezu spread his paws.

 “What else could it be? Magic?” the principal asked. Shouta had to sigh. That was true; there was no other explanation. 

 Meanwhile, people cheered that All Might was on the scene, about to save Izumi. It was amazing!

 “TEXAS SMASH!” He shouts. The villain bursts apart. Izumi meanwhile gags, throwing up sludge herself.

 “That’s in the top ten grossest things ever,” she grunts before her head comes up in a snap. “ALL MIGHT?!?”

 “Ha! Yes!” The hero laughs. He looks around. “Damn it,” he says in English. “How to contain this villain…”

 “I have a water bottle in one of my bags,” Izumi says. All Might blinks as the teen reaches for her dropped bags and pulls out a metal bottle. 

 “Ah! Thank you, miss!” The hero beams at her. He takes the bottle to dump it out before gathering the villain up. Izumi helps, though she might step a little on some pieces, a grin on her face. The hero ignores that. 

  Not everyone ignores it, snickering at the petty actions of Izumi. They would all do that, too, if it was them.

 All Might picks up a notebook, one that looks like the one Izumi pulled out of her hoodie earlier. He opens it and blinks. “This… is yours, young…” he trails off. Izumi blinks.

 “Midoriya Izumi, sir,” she says a little shyly. Oh god, this is ALL MIGHT. My favourite hero! The guy that I still watch videos of and who I had a major crush on until I realized he was a freaking dad half the time. Izumi presses her hands to her mouth, not to squeal. 

 “Why!” Izumi whined as she covered her face while Eri snickered. Yes, she’d had a crush for a while; they didn’t need to bring it up. It took only a few interviews for Izumi to know All Might was a dad in his actions. Those jokes were terrible!

 People giggled over the screen, Toshinori chuckling to himself as well. He was flattered by young Midoriya’s former crush, though her losing it was a good thing. He always felt weird knowing teenagers crushed on him, though he would admit he’d had his crushes on older folks around that age, too. He never indulged the crushes and perhaps played up being an ‘old man’ to try and lessen them. Safer all around, and he got to see teenagers cringe. Win-win!

 “We now have a name!” Nezu said, typing it up. Chang from the Hero Commission was doubtless also working on it, but he would like to check himself. Midoriya’s registration page would be the best place to start.

Midoriya Izumi. Quirk: Warlock Bond.

 Warlock bond? That was a curious name… Nezu frowned at the screen where her Quirk registration was. Perhaps the man she’d met was like a patron from the game Dungeons & Dragons? Creating a bond? 

 He wondered what sort of pact it was. He hadn’t played the game in a very long time, was too busy, and preferred playing video game versions of RPGs. He could code the AI to be better in those games to give him a challenge. Nezu did remember some pacts were different. Some were restrictive, and some weren’t.

 Time would tell what bond she had.

 “Well, young Midoriya! This is fantastic analysis!” The hero beams before he pulls a pen out of his pocket. “May I?” 

 “Yes, please!” Izumi squeals. She coughs then and doubles over to cough more. Sludge falls from her mouth to the ground as she does. A large hand comes to her back to pat her.

 “Young Midoriya, allow me to escort you to a nurse station,” the hero says worriedly.

 “I’m okay- AH!” Izumi shouts as her right wrist glows. She clutches her arm to herself. She looks down to see the M on her wrist looking red and painful.

 “...no,” Izumi said. “NO! He can’t- NO!” she stared at the screen in horror as Eri clutched tighter to her. 

 “Are you alright?” All Might asks.

 “I… yeah, it happens when I use too much energy. That blast was a bit…” Izumi swallows. “Maybe I should get checked out…” she says. All Might nods.

 “Very well then!” The man pauses and continues, ��I will pick you up if that’s okay.”

 “Go ahead, sir,” Izumi says. She lets him pick her up, her face blank.

 So All Might… what’s your connection to All for One? She thinks before the screen goes black. 

 While people freaked out, given they knew All for One had stolen a Quirk, Izumi was horrified. 

  “NO!” Izumi screamed at the screen. “He can’t- he can’t be connected! He’s All Might! He can’t have a connection to him!” She stared at the screen in despair. How could All Might know All for One? Even if he’d fought him, that shouldn’t have set off the mark. Only someone with a deep connection would do that, such as getting a Quirk from the man. 

 He couldn’t be that close. Izumi… no. She didn’t want it to be true, but she had a gross feeling that there was a connection. All Might was connected to the man she was sworn to take down. She hated the thought. It filled her stomach with terror, and she wanted to cry, but what other explanation was there for the mark?

 None. 

 And that terrified her. Because if All Might did get his Quirk from All for One, she had no chance. She would fail her mission like all the other Warlocks. She’d end up like them, punished somehow, like Shinsou Koemi and her inability to feel anything. She was a social worker and the person who’d arranged for Ashan to take the sisters in, but she had no emotions. They were ripped away because she failed her mission, leaving her a husk. Izumi knew the woman chose to abandon her family when it happened, knowing that she would damage her son if she stayed. It wasn’t an emotional choice but a logical one.

 The woman just was there now, operating on logical thought and instinct. It was creepy talking to her, and Izumi knew whatever her punishment was, it would fit like Koemi’s. After all, she’d wanted to save her boyfriend from death out of love. She then lost the ability to love him or her son ever again. 

 (Izumi could only think of one thing that would punish herself. And it was the loss of seeing her mother again. She was scared of what Lord Malivor would do to make that happen if she failed.)

 Toshinori cursed upon realizing that Izumi was tied to All for One. It was dangerous, and the idea of a teenager being wrapped up in it scared him. She was so young, not even in UA yet. She wasn’t safe, yet there she was, connected on some level. And she knew he was connected to, though not how. 

 She had to be terrified of it, scared out of her mind that he could hurt her. He wouldn’t let that happen. He had to find her, had to help her! He was a hero.

 He’d save her.

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Notes: 

-Mitsuki had her breakdown because she was in love with Inko but lost her. She does love Masaru, and he knows that, but it was a very complicated thing. It may/may not get brought up but: Mitsuki is a transwoman who had dated Inko and they broke up because Mitsuki came out and Inko is very straight. Masaru is a transman, and they love each other deeply but… issues.

-Bakugou is not doing great in therapy. To be fair, his therapist actually does suck and doesn’t try to engage with him at all, but the teen isn’t making it easy by refusing to take it seriously. In this story, he does have some issues, but the therapist is trying to just diagnose him with like borderline personality disorder or even narcissism because he thinks it’s real and wants to be able to say he’s dealt with someone like that. 

-Aldera got wrecked by the Bakugou family after they said shit about Izuku. But Bakugou still gets told he’s the best even if this school isn’t as lenient with Quirk use. 

-Overhaul is supposed to be creepy as fuck. I also didn’t want him to be gross about pronouns, so I made it instead. He’s just one of those assholes who think if you’re trans, you have to act a certain way.

-Malivor was originally Malleus, but I changed it to match Balor.

-Izumi’s Warlock stuff is more based on Baldur’s Gate 3, with more homebrew tossed in for funsies. For instance, charm person shouldn't remove memories, but here I'm saying she charmed his brain into forgetting.

-Shinsou is… Shinsou. I’m coming at him a bit differently than POTSOD here, though he’s messed up from being told his parents just up and left. It doesn’t help his aunt is very permissive and likes to play the victim. 

-All will be revealed later on in the story.

-Pronouns are a little iffy but I may use he/him and the name Izuku for child!Izumi because at the time that was correct for her. She was slowly coming out later when shit went down. As in the notes to: She would prefer Izuku still, but in reality it’s safer not to use the name so she doesn’t.

-I will be doing NaNoWriMo this year with all my fanfics. During this time I may post random things like one shots. We will have to see!

[spwiski]

come back to me

Hitch Dreyse x gn!reader

Summary: The walls have fallen and the rumbling has started. You face the task of telling Hitch that you need to go.

A/N: Let's just pretend Annie did not take Hitch hostage.

It's a hard thing for you to go and find Hitch after the walls had fallen. The streets are full of rubble and people pulling others out from the wreckages.

You keep your head down, not making eye contact with anyone because you know there's a sliver of a chance that the lifeless eyes you'll meet are her green ones.

The streets are chaotic. Everything is in pieces.

The narrow streets are full of debris, the wreckage of a city. The buildings are still standing but unlike what you are used to, they are warped beyond measure.

So as you approach the still-standing Military Police building, you keep your head down, not wanting to get too close to the wreckage. But the falling of the walls is nothing to the way you'll know Hitch will look at you once you find her and tell her what you have to do.

The Military Police building is bustling, MP's are running around like headless chickens, securing the unstable and medically assisting them, gathering resources and providing shelter, others dragging dazed citizens in the opposite direction.

The sound of their boots hitting the floor echoes through the building, creating a desperate rhythm that reels you in and makes it hard to leave. It smells like leather and starch and sweat.

You navigate through the chaos, making your way to the makeshift medical ward that has been set up in one of the larger rooms. The sound of moans and cries echo through the hallways, making your heart race with anxiety.

As you approach the entrance to the ward, a group of MPs stops you, asking for your identification and your business there. You show them your credentials, explaining that you're looking for someone.

One of the MPs, a stern-looking woman with a no-nonsense attitude, steps forward and asks for the name of the person you're after. You hesitate for a moment, knowing that once you say Hitch's name, there's no going back.

You take a deep breath and say her name, and the woman's expression softens a bit as she nods, telling you that she knows who you're talking about.

She leads you through the crowded room, past rows of injured people lying on makeshift cots, some with bandages wrapped around their heads, others with broken limbs. You can't help but feel overwhelmed by the sheer number of people who have been affected by the wall's collapse.

Finally, you see her. Hitch is sitting on a cot with a few cuts on her face and she's arguing with another MP.

"I'm fine, let me get back out there, I've got people to help." She says stubbornly, her green eyes angry and her lip trembling.

You approach her cautiously, not entirely sure what you're going to say to her. But the look of relief that fills her eyes when she sees you tells you everything that you need to know.

"Hitch," You breathe out and it's barely audible.

"Hey," She says softly, her voice broken, rushing up to hug you. You wrap your arms around her, feeling her body shake as she holds onto you tightly. For a moment, you both just stand there, holding each other, letting the chaos of the outside world fade away.

Finally, you pull back slightly and look at her, taking in the cuts and bruises on her face, the exhaustion in her eyes. You know what you have to do, and it's going to be hard, but it's necessary.

"Hitch, I need to talk to you about something." You say gently, your voice barely above a whisper. "Somewhere private."

She nods, understanding what you're saying. She follows you out of the ward, her footsteps slow and unsteady.

Once you're alone, you take a deep breath and steel yourself for what you're about to say.

"Hitch, I'm sorry." You say quietly, fighting the tears that are threatening to come. "But I need to leave."

"What?" She asks, her voice a raw whisper.

"You heard his speech." You say clenching your fists and glaring at the floor. "I'm going with the others, to stop him."

Hitch's eyes widen in shock, and for a moment, she doesn't say anything. Then, she takes a step back from you, her face contorting in anger. "What are you thinking? Do you even realize what you're getting into?" She says, her voice rising in pitch.

"I do." You say, barely holding yourself together. "But I'm going because I have to and I know that I might not come back."

Hitch's anger slowly fades, replaced by a look of sadness and understanding. "I can't stop you, can I?" She says softly.

You shake your head, feeling a lump form in your throat. "I wish you could."

"You'll try right?" She starts "To come back?"

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Hitch pulls you into a hug, her arms tight around you. "Be careful, okay?" She says softly.

"I will." You promise and for a moment, you let yourself melt into her embrace, grateful for the familiar warmth that she brings to the icy world that you're about to enter.

As you finally pull away, you take one last look at Hitch, memorizing the way she looks in this moment, hoping it won't be the last time you see her.

"I'll come back," You say staring down at your fingers "and when I do, I'll marry you."

Hitch's eyes widen in surprise at your words, and for a moment, she doesn't say anything. Then, a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips.

"I'll hold you to that." She says softly, her hands coming up to cup your face. She reaches up and pulls you down to her, pressing her lips tightly to yours.

For a moment, everything else falls away and all that exists is the two of you, together in that moment. Finally, she pulls away, her eyes shining with tears. "Just promise me you'll come back in one piece."

[teenmomcentral]

It’s the news that absolutely everyone saw coming: Amber Portwood‘s engagement to Gary “Gary 2.0” Wyat has ended.

Us Weekly broke the news Tuesday night that the Teen Mom: The Next Chapter star officially “took of the ring” that Gary had given her when he proposed recently.

“They’ve decided that it’s over between them and their engagement is off,” the magazine’s source stated. “They have too much to overcome to move forward together.

“It’s the best thing,” the source added. “She is sad and she cares about him, but she is willing to see that he is not the right guy for her. She wants to be with someone who accepts her fully.”

Fans of the show had been following the ‘Teen Mom’-meets-true-crime saga earlier this month when Gary 2.0 went missing after attending the wedding of Amber’s brother Shawn Portwood in North Carolina. Days later, Amber tearfully begged fans for prayers for her fiancé, who stormed out of their vacation rental without his phone and took off without contacting her or his family. The search for Gary lasted several days– with Gary even being officially listed as a missing person in North Carolina— before Gary was spotted in Oklahoma and New Mexico. He later called police to let them know he was “missing” by choice and wasn’t in danger.

Last week, it was reported that Amber had not spoken to Gary since he ghosted her, so the engagement was still technically on. However, on Tuesday, Us Weekly reported that the pair has since communicated in some way and decided to break things off.

“[There has] been some closure,” the source said, insisting that Gary is “not ghosting” Amber.

As The Ashley previously reported, Amber went Live with YouTuber Elle Bee after Gary was reported missing and denied having anything to do with his disappearance, stating that they had a “wonderful relationship.” She did admit, however, to getting into an “emotional discussion” while in North Carolina after Shawn’s wedding. Amber claimed the discussion was mostly about Gary’s family being unhappy that he was engaged to “Amber from ‘Teen Mom.'”

“It was emotional, because it has something to do with the fact of his parents being Vietnamese, and me being who I am and stuff like that,” Amber said at the time. “It had nothing to do with us personally, OK? This is the only thing that happened. He was very upset about this, I was upset.”

Us Weekly reports that Gary’s family did, in fact, get upset about the engagement after they Googled Amber and read about her past antics (which, as ‘Teen Mom’ fans know, include prison time, several arrests for domestic battery, and multiple broken engagements, among other things.)

“[The engagement news] created some family tension,” the magazine source stated. “Gary’s family was looking her up online and looking at her past and not everything they saw online was true. And it was hard for Amber because she’s been trying so hard to move past it and move forward.”

Amber insisted that she is a changed woman during her interview with Elle Bee while Gary was missing.

“I am not what people have been saying about me all of these years. I changed a long time ago, OK?” she said. “You guys have to understand this. Please listen to what I’m saying. I’m an honest person to you guys.”

She also stressed that she and Gary were not violent with one another during their relationship.

“ … We have not had explosive fights,” she said. “We are very in love. This man asked me to be with him. This man asked me to marry him. I have not touched this man in any horrible way. He does not touch me in any horrible way. We do not yell at each other. We have a wonderful relationship, please understand this. People change.”

Amber has not yet spoken out publicly about her split from Gary 2.0; however, it’s almost certainly going to be a storyline for the next season of ‘Teen Mom: The Next Chapter.’ Gary has also yet to speak out about what happened between him and Amber.

[b4rredteeth]

EKAMDEEP RANDHAWA | also known as EK, EKAM, RANDY | identifies as CIS-MAN, goes by HE/HIM, and is STRAIGHT | born JULY 14th 1982 | from MANCHESTER, UK | works as a BODYGUARD for micah and atticus villanelle | is MANIPULATIVE and SELF-SERVING, GENEROUS & DISIPLINED | lives in SEAL HARBOR APPARTMENTS | is known as THE WITNESS

Ekamdeep was born on the poor side of the city of Manchester, soon to be caught up in the hooligan behaviour of plenty of his neighbours, where the love for football turned sour every weekend. He raged against the police along with many South Asian youths who were aware of their lot in life. Ekamdeep didn't wake up to the reality of his situation till he was sitting at the police office asked about his part in the death of three police officers. In trade for information, Ekamdeep got off almost scotch free, thrown into witness protection, and forced to leave everything behind at age twenty-two. He moved about for a bit until he landed a job as a bodyguard to Micah Villanelle, and he's not looked back since, Atticus and Micah are like family to him.

headcanons/wanted connections below

headcanons

Ekamdeep has a thick Manchester accent, though he doesn't talk much, he uses a lot of familiarised language as he speaks: bruv, pal, mate, and so forth.

Micah is like a younger sister to Ekamdeep, he gives her advice if she asks but mostly will hurt you if you think of even touching a hair on her or her partner's head.

Fights dirty.

He always wears suits topped off with his favourite dark trench-coats, and can be found smoking cigarettes on moonlit streets constantly. He's had moments where he's called himself the South Asian John Constantine in his head, resulting in a happy feeling rushing to meet him.

Hasn't spoken to his family in over two decades, but he does keep tabs on them.

He has a history of broken relationships with a total of two teenage kids he has nothing to do with anymore and three ex-wives he's lost touch with. He's always gotten into fights with his spouses that felt too intense to ever mend.

The nickname you're allowed to give him depends on your relationship with him. He's Ekam to Micah and Atticus and whomever is close enough to them in their social circle. EK to drinking buddies, poker buddies, or football buddies. And Randy to people he cares for in a fatherly sense, little kids or young people. Everyone else better learn how to say his name correctly.

Can get very annoyed if someone calls football soccer.

wanted connections

One of his ex-wives (wanted connection)

Drinking buddies

People who are friends of Micah & Atticus who will always find the hoovering presence of Ekamdeep behind them

Neighbours at Seal Harbor Apartments, though he's rarely at home

People who are into Football. You can never get the Manchester United fan out of him.

[unfortunatesculs]

——————  ❝ AMERICANS ARE A LITTLE HILARIOUS ... ❞ The star felt it slip his tongue faster than he’d meant, a solid attempt at discarding the previous event from his mind as a little reddening dust fluttered to his cheeks. While he was used to the crowds, the fans, the people that security would keep back through the barricades of the stage and autograph stands, he wasn’t quite as used to the ones that’d venture up to him on the streets to speak as if he was someone they were entitled to. The hustle of their integrity was snuffed out in an instant, a clash of accidental tomfoolery leading to their entire drink having been spilled upon their shirt. It was a grave miscalculation that led to a fight, fists flung, their need for looking glamorous in their picture a complete farce now that they appeared more like a Starbucks semitruck struck them across the features and fashion.

        The police had arrived but only ONE of the persistent aggressors had been taken, thankfully the one who’d started this all and made the introverted celebrity back off in discomfort. Should he be used to the forced interactions they caused by this point? Maybe, but it didn’t make the situation just witnessed any less embarrassing or...cringeworthy. When lips had parted to speak, he’d turned his attention to the first person he could, whomever it was had either been involved or just a mere spectator in this stupidity. While small talk wasn’t anything common where Yoko was from, he still felt himself force it out, heavily trying to create some tension relief from the brandished arms over something as simple as someone who had a name across the sea ; he was only just making ripples in the United States, so he hadn’t expected the turn out to be already inciting random people recognizing him just by a passing glance -- or maybe that was some weeb that thought themselves higher than the rest of the world? Either way, he felt his lips turn back into a smile, persona reemerging for confidence, a trial of desire to seem unfazed by the ordeal. 

        Arms crossed over chest, a defense mechanism as blond head would cant as small smile takes hold. The crowd had already started to disperse now that the fight had concluded, thankfully without others like the one now in custody, so shoulders could sag downward, muscles already breathing easier as body no longer felt pressed against a wall. Peppering of accent littered his speech as he added, ❝ Do they always do this or is it just when coffee is spilled? ❞ 

                                                             〤. @criminated​ starter.

[hellfirexhoe]

Death of Me - Chapter 10: Old Wives Tales

Chapter 10 | Series Masterlist

4.8k words

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, pregnancy, angst, slight wound detail (v brief), smut.

Summary: Everyone's got their guesses and theories on Baby Munson's gender...

Eddie sits beside you, fiddling with his rings as your parents stare at him in stunned silence. When you’d first tried to explain to them that Eddie was in fact alive they had rung your family doctor, convinced you were experiencing some kind of grief fuelled psychosis. You had held firm, determined to convince them that you were not losing your mind. In the end, this was always going to be the only way they could believe you.

The silence hangs in the air, broken only by the sound of the clock on the mantle ticking away the seconds, until you can take it no longer,

“Can someone please say something?” You huff out, “We’re not sitting here all day like this.”

“How did this, how did he, how?” Your father struggles to find the words, gesturing with his hands as though he could grab the words with his hands, resentment at how your father speaks as though Eddie is not beside you prickles up your spine and you lean forward, ready to start a fight, until Eddie squeezes your arm, reminding you that you had promised to keep this meeting as calm as possible, mostly for the sake of “the little bean” - you had no idea where that nickname had come from but it made you smile once he’d let it slip. 

You and Eddie had sat in your car outside Steve’s house discussing how you were going to explain this miraculous resurrection, the truth seemed less believable than the lie the two of you had concocted over the course of an hour. In fairness, the lie was peppered with the truth. Eddie had witnessed Chrissy die, he had gone into hiding because he was scared. It’s just you stick with the police’s story that an escaped Victor Creel had committed the murders, you leave out the Upside Down, explaining Eddie’s injuries with the story that he’d been trapped in a building, surviving by sheltering in a cellar until he was found, gravely injured but miraculously alive.

“So every time you’ve been at Steve’s or saying you were sleeping at a girlfriend’s you were with Eddie?” Your mother speaks while your father is silently computing the details you divulged.

“I mean sure if that’s the detail you want to hone in on.” You’re a little taken aback by this being your mother’s focus,

“Don’t take that tone with us, you’ve been lying to us for how many weeks now?” 

“I lied because you wouldn’t have believed the truth!”

“That’s still not a good reason to lie to us!”

“Stop caterwauling. Both of you.” Your father raises his voice, “Quite frankly, I don’t care that you lied to us, or for what reason.” He directs his gaze to Eddie who visibly wilts under the sudden scrutiny,

“You. Anything to say for yourself? You’re going to be a father to my grandchild and so far I’m not seeing any behaviour that would make me trust that you won’t leave the second the going gets tough.”

“Dad! What the fuck?” You’re on your feet before Eddie can catch your arm this time, 

“No. Let him answer.” 

Eddie pulls you back into sitting, “Relax.” He turns his attention back to your father, “I don’t know any other way to convince you that I’m all in than by showing you.”

“Well you could marry her for a start.” Both you and your mother have the same reaction, jaw dropping in stunned silence, what the fuck written all over your face. This is not something you’d ever discussed with Eddie, nor presumed that he’d be interested in pursuing, nor ever dreamed of your father being the one to broach the topic. You had assumed that marriage to Eddie was nothing more meaningful than a piece of paper. Maybe that’s why Eddie’s response catches you so off guard,

“I mean… That was part of the plan, eventually.” He says it so casually, as if your father had asked him whether he prefers skim or full fat milk. Oblivious to you staring at him like he’s grown another head. Despite the casual tone of his voice you notice the small tremor in his hand, his anxiety finding a way to manifest physically so you slip your hand in his and give it a small squeeze, hoping to reassure him.

“Why the wait?” Your father presses on despite your mother’s hand coming over his shoulder and squeezing, silently willing him to end this discussion, table it for another occasion because it is clear that you and Eddie have never discussed this and you’re becoming rapidly uncomfortable.

“Because I presumed she wouldn’t want a shotgun wedding. And I have to work up the nerve to actually ask her.” Eddie adds the last part with a quiet laugh.

“Okay then! Well, if we’re done making ourselves uncomfortable shall we call it a day there? We’ve got our appointment soon.” Eddie relaxes slightly at your reminder, grateful you’d thought to schedule something that would limit the time he’d have to spend being interrogated by your parents. 

“Thank you for saying that.” You finally speak to him once you’re back in your car, alone together, Eddie’s gaze doesn’t leave the window as he speaks,

“Saying what?” Genuinely clueless as to what you’re talking about.

“That stuff to my dad… I know marriage isn’t really something that you’re a big believer in, and we don’t have to… you know.” You stumble over your words, unsure how to phrase it without making it sound like you were rejecting him.

“You do realise I wasn’t saying that stuff just to appease your dad right?”

“What do you mean?” You fight your instinct to whip your head around and stare at him in shock, settling instead for eyeballing him from the corner of your eye, 

"I mean, you are correct in that I don't buy into that traditional shit, marriage and the house in the suburbs, the two kids and dog life. Like, that just felt like something that wasn't for me so I never let myself want it. But, if the traditional shit is something you want then I'll do my best to give it to you." 

The road gets blurry as tears well up in your eyes so you pull over seconds before the floodgates open, wracking your brain for some kind of smart response but you fail as you start to practically wail,

"Shit. Unless that's not what you want?" Eddie quickly backpedals as his arm comes up to rub your shoulders, "It's okay, you can marry Steve if you want, please don't cry." This breaks up your softening sobs with a small laugh, 

"Please don't cry, I'm really sorry." Eddie looks at you, big brown eyes filled with concern, 

"Not… not sad tears." You take a few steadying breaths, cursing the hormones that make you feel this unhinged, Eddie watches you cautiously, still unsure.

"Not sad tears?" You shake your head as Eddie starts to let the relief wash over him, "Then what kind of tears are these?"

"Hormonal-I-can't-believe-how-much-of-a-sweet-man-my-boyfriend-is tears." You pull your visor down and dab at your face in the mirror, mopping up streaks of makeup.

"I'm sorry, I'll try harder to be a piece of shit so you don't cry."

"That would be nice." You snort as you switch the car back on, "Eddie, I don't want you to feel like we have to get married or anything you don't wholeheartedly want. I just want to be happy." Eddie smiles appreciatively at this,

"Sweetheart I'd gladly drag my balls through lava with a smile on my face if that would make you happy." 

"Okay maybe don't do that, I might want more kids with you one day."

"Oh shit are we going to out-nugget Harrington?" You laugh at the comical expression on Eddie's face as he speaks.

"Okay we're not getting competitive over numbers of kids."

"You're right, I'm already one ahead of him. I would obviously win." 

Eddie had been excited ever since you'd arranged this ultrasound, so had you, even though you had to keep reminding him that the doctor might not be able to see anything just yet. That hadn't stopped him from taking bets from Steve, Robin and Nancy on your child's gender.

Eddie was convinced it was a girl, insisting that she'd be totally gorgeous, just like you. That was it. His entire rationale for this prediction summed up in one sentence.  Robin had agreed with him, reading aloud from an extremely dated book that the way your bump sat clearly indicated it was a girl.

You, Nancy and Steve however suspected the baby was a boy, you'd based it on a feeling you had. A sneaking suspicion that the baby was going to look exactly like Eddie and be a terror, exactly like Eddie. Nancy had based her argument on the fact you were craving salty things, while Steve cited from the same book as Robin that your frequent heartburn was an obvious sign you were expecting a boy.

It's not like you or Eddie were any better with the old wives tales of gender prediction. Last night you had laid on his lap, one of his rings looped through a strand of your hair watching which direction the ring swung over your stomach 

"It's circling! That means girl!" Eddie grinned triumphantly while you watched the ring with narrowed eyes,

"Are you blind? It's clearly swinging back and forth. I'm telling you, there is a mini Eddie in there!"

"And do we want to know the gender if I can find out for you today?" The sonographer asks you both as you get settled on the bed, shifting the elasticated waist of your trousers to sit below your bump. 

"Yes, please." You shiver slightly as the cool gel touches your skin before the probe is placed on. Eddie's hand is in yours as he stares at the small screen before him in awe, taking in all the features of your “little bean”.

"Okay, baby looks great, and if I just turn this on now," a pause as a dial is adjusted, "And that is baby's heartbeat."

This time you don't feel fear at the sound, the best way to describe the feeling is warm fuzzies that grow warmer as you look over at Eddie, slackjawed as he listens to the sound while his eyes grow misty.

The probe glides across your stomach, searching for better angles and unfortunately for you the best view is obtained with an uncomfortable amount of pressure on your full bladder. You force yourself to focus on the screen and ignore the way your body is protesting. 

"Okay so baby has their legs open and if you look right there, you should be able to see that you're having -"

"It's a boy!" You almost yell out, startling Eddie. "I told you!" 

Eddie smiles and kisses your forehead as the technician cleans you up and prints a few of the sonograms.

"You do realise this means you will be living with me and a mini me right?"

"God help me." Eddie laughs and nods,

"Not sure even he could help you."

You leave the doctors office feeling a little smug that you were correct, Eddie is very quiet as you get into the car, clearly lost in some kind of thought, you turn the radio on for the brief drive back to Steve's, letting Eddie think, giving him the space he needs to process his thoughts. Once you're parked up on the driveway you turn to Eddie,

"Hey, are you still with me?"

"Hmm? Oh, yes, sorry." Eddie's head jerks up as he looks at you.

"What's bothering you?" Eddie chews his lip, musing over his words, 

"It's just. I'm a little scared. Scared that he'll be too like me and that I'll be too much like my dad." You soften, pulling Eddie into a hug from your seat,

"Edward Munson, you are going to be a wonderful father to this little boy. You're nothing like your father, but I hope this boy is like his, because his dad is the best." Eddie leans into you, letting his body relax,

"How do you always know the right thing to say? Other than insisting on calling me by that horrendous name." Eddie mumbles against your shoulder,

"Guess I'm just the right girl for you." Eddie nods emphatically,

"Perfect honestly."

"Alright, flatterer. Let's get you in the house. I see Steve's car is missing which means we have the place to ourselves for a little while." 

Eddie grins mischievously.

Eddie had been offered a proper bedroom at Steve's instead of lurking in the basement, but Eddie had insisted it was temporary and he preferred the basement; it felt safe. He had also been told he could take the pull out sofa bed with him when he did leave because of tell tale stains over the cushions.

You hadn't bothered to tidy the pullout back into the sofa this morning, reasoning that you'd probably want to nap in the afternoon and didn't want to go home just to be able to nap, but of course neither you or Eddie would waste Steve being out of the house by napping. 

"Wait, I want to try something." You speak up, and Eddie drops his hands immediately, intrigued.

"I would really like it if you could let me show you how absolutely gorgeous you are." Eddie tilts his head to one side,

"And how would you plan on doing that?" 

"Well… I was thinking we could try taking your shirt off." You toy with the bottom of his shirt as you speak until Eddie's big hands come over yours,

"You sure?" His eyebrows disappear into his fringe, "It's not pretty."

"If you're uncomfortable we can stop." You take a small step back and Eddie shakes his head,

"We can try if you really want, I just don't want you to feel obligated or to take one look and decide I'm…" his voice tails off, the last few words of his sentence lost in soft mumbles,

"Sorry I didn't quite catch that last bit?" You kiss his cheek sweetly, hoping to motivate him to speak.

"I don't want you to be disgusted by me, like that the sight is so horrible it turns you off." You shake your head and gently take the hem of his shirt in your hands, lifting it slowly, exposing Eddie's skin. You keep eye contact with him, reading his body language and face for any sign that he wants you to stop, you receive no such indicator until it comes to pulling the top over his head, Eddie squeezes his eyes shut and turns his head away from you, so you let go of the shirt, quickly replacing it and taking his chin in your hand,

"Hey, hey its okay. We can stop." Eddie's breathing hard, a small shake in his hands,

" 'M sorry I disappointed you."

"Baby, you did not disappoint me at all. We can do this when you're ready, and not a minute sooner. But I promise, if and when you're ready to start taking your shirt off again, that I will worship every inch of you in the way you deserve. And in the meantime…” you let your voice trail off as you pull your own shirt off, pushing your trousers down until you’re standing before him clad in your underwear.

Eddie steels himself a little, guiding you to sit down on the bed and taking a seat beside you,

“Might be easier if I take it off?”

“You really, really don’t have to.”

“I know, but I’d like to try. Maybe, close your eyes?” You nod and shut them, you feel the bed shift and hear the fabric gliding up Eddie’s torso, his breath catching as the t-shirt hits the floor.

“Can I open?” You point to your still shut eyes, Eddie remains silent,

“Oh shit forgot you can’t see me. Um, give me a second, okay?” You laugh softly as you nod, fairly certain you know exactly what just happened and why Eddie didn’t answer,

“Eddie… when I asked you if I could open my eyes, did you shake your head?”

“...No?” There’s a laugh in his voice as he blatantly lies. You feel the bed shift as Eddie stands up and feel his legs brush your knees as he stands in front of you.

“Hands, please.” You hold out your hands to Eddie, keeping your eyes shut as he takes your hands and places them softly on his chest, breath hitching as he guides your hands over his skin, letting you map out the newly formed scars, almost as if he could prepare you for the sight of them, 

“You can open your eyes.” You do so slowly, making sure your line of sight is on his face before you let your eyes wander over his torso. You suspect Eddie thinks it’s worse than it actually is. HIs skin is healthy, healing, you can’t help but admire, seeing how his body has repaired itself so well.

“Huh,” You whisper to yourself, not quietly enough, catching Eddie’s enquiring eyes as you look back up to him, you trace one of the smaller scars on his right side,

“You ever notice how this one looks like a bird?” Eddie glances down, looking to where you’re tracing,

“Oh sweetheart, we gotta get you to a zoo.” You snort and gently slap his thigh,

“No, like the way people draw them when they’re flying!” Eddie looks again, and tilts his head, considering,

“Hmm, I guess I see it? Guess that's the least ugly out of all of these.”

“Eddie. None of these scars are ugly, you wouldn't say my stretch marks are ugly would you?” Eddie looks at you as though you’ve asked him if he would punch you in the face,

“Fuck no! They’re your tiger stripes, they’re cool as hell!” 

“Then don’t call these ugly, they’re proof of how strong you are, how resilient.” Eddie’s face flushes a soft pink, growing darker as you carry on talking, “You are absolutely.” You plant a kiss to the scar on his right hip, “Fucking.” A kiss to his left hip. “Gorgeous.” Another kiss, this time slightly higher, a whine escapes Eddie’s lips before he can stop himself.

“Does my pretty boy like being told just how gorgeous he is?” You ask, a teasing lilt to your voice, keeping your eyes on his face as your hands trail down to his belt.

“Can I get you out of these jeans?” Eddie nods, biting his lip to hold back more whines and whimpers while you continue to kiss over his body, he’s not strong enough to stop his hips from twitching at the contact of your lips however. Nor able to hide the breathy sighs escaping his mouth. You refuse to let him doubt for even a second your attraction to him, kissing at his skin and very gently grazing his non-scarred skin with your teeth, making him shiver. When you shift to slip onto your knees before him Eddie stops you, just for a second, to grab one of the pillows from behind you and place it under your knees with a cheeky wink, to which you respond with an eye roll as you take his thick cock in your hands, already rock hard from all the affection you’d inflicted on him. You start slowly, stroking his full length with a barely there touch,

“My pretty boy has such a pretty cock.” 

“Fuck, baby, please speed up.” Eddie’s cock twitches as you speak, his hips bucking just slightly, his whole body begging you for more. And who are you to deny him? You speed up, loving the way his legs shake slightly as you do so,

“Need to sit down.” Eddie pants out, already so worked up just from your hands idly pumping him

“Poor darling, needing to sit down already and you haven’t even had my mouth yet.” You give Eddie a sad pout as you tighten your grip slightly, running your thumb over the throbbing head of his cock, earning a flurry of expletives from Eddie. You let your grip slacken slightly, slowing down so that you can run your tongue along the underside of Eddie’s cock, a slow trail that has his cock twitching on your tongue until you’re lapping up the precum that has collected at the tip of his cock.

“Taste so good Eddie.” You coo at him as you shift away, “You can sit down, don’t want you collapsing on me when I let you take control.” Eddie splutters slightly as he sits down on the bed, legs either side of your kneeling form on the floor,

“God you look fuckin’ beautiful.” 

“You’re just saying that so I’ll suck your cock.” Eddie shakes his head, smirking,

“No, I’m saying it because I mean it.”

You don’t bother coming up with a retort, you believe him. Instead you take the tip of his cock into your mouth, gradually taking more of him into your mouth until your nose is flush with his pubic bone and he’s a whiny mess above you, ringed fingers tangled in sheets that look ready to tear from his grip as he struggles to keep still, fighting his urges to hold your head and fuck your mouth. You slip back, lips tight until just the tip of his cock remains in your mouth, repeating the motion with increasing speed, taking Eddie into your throat with some difficulty before barely taking the tip.

“Shit, that feels so fucking good! Love the way you take my cock.” Eddie is letting loose a near constant stream of babble, completely lost in his pleasure. Once you find a rhythm and speed that you can maintain without sacrificing your jaw within 3 minutes you can relish in Eddie’s delicious little moans and whimpers, that increase in volume as you gently run a nail down the inside of Eddie’s thigh, making him jerk his hips and slam his cock deeper into your mouth,

“That mouth of yours is just too good, don’t know what I could have ever done to have earned this!” Eddie’s breathing is shaky as he struggles to get the words out, or even find the words, you can feel his cock twitching in your mouth and throat and you know he’s so close. 

Keen to feel Eddie coming undone in your mouth you slip a hand into your underwear, knowing the sight of you playing with yourself with your beautiful lips wrapped around his cock would absolutely send Eddie over the edge. 

And it does, with loud cries and panting as he releases himself into your mouth, 

“Such a fucking - dirty, dirty girl, touching herself - li - like that when I’m -ungh - cumming in her mouth.” Eddie grunts out between thrusting himself deeper into your mouth, like he’s afraid it will leak out. Once he’s recovered, when his whole body stops twitching, he helps you up from your knees, throwing the pillow back onto the bed and sitting you down, dragging your underwear down your legs slowly, admiring the newly exposed skin,

“My turn to worship.” There’s a devious glint in his eye as he shifts your legs onto the bed and settles himself between your thighs, tickling them with his untameable hair,

“This isn’t a return the favour kind of th-ing- oh!” your protest quickly melts away as Eddie glides his tongue over your clit, smirking as your whole body relaxes and gives over to him with that one motion.

You’re not going to give him the satisfaction of rendering you brainless so soon, so as he dives in you continue to praise him and compliment him,

“God, my gorgeous boy has such a talented tongue.” Of course your words are broken apart by quiet moans and gasps as you feel his tongue slipped into your tight entrance, lapping you up like a man dying of thirst, and humming at the taste of you on his tongue as he wraps his lips over your clit, letting his fingers slip inside you to work you over. 

“You’re so fucking perfect Eddie.” You manage to lift your heavy eyelids to look at Eddie, having to prop yourself up on your elbow to do so, enough to just about see his big brown eyes, pupils blown out from lust as he buries his face between your thighs, looking like he’s discovered nirvana between your legs. At your words you feel his cheeks get blazingly hot with his blushes, and he becomes more determined to make you climax over his face, curling his fingers faster against your g-spot, sucking on your clit with such intensity that your hips rut against his face without your control, but its when he starts humming again against your clit that you finally lose all semblance of control within your body, you swear your vision turns white for a second as you orgasm, hands tangling in Eddie’s hair, both wanting him closer and to push him away, loud moans ripping themselves free of your chest. 

When you finally realise Eddie he’s grinning, clearly very satisfied with himself as he comes up, chin covered in your slick and his own drool, pausing to wipe it on his arm before leaning over you to kiss you, a lingering taste of you on his lips and tongue, he shifts slightly and that’s when you feel him poking you,

“You cannot be ready to go again already?”

“What can I say, you’ve awoken something.” Eddie chucks shamelessly as he teases your clit with the tip of his cock, sending goosebumps over your skin with every kiss he leaves over your body,

“Not even going to give me a second to recover?” You pout,

“You want me to stop?” Eddie’s a little incredulous,

“Fuck no.” You giggle as you shift your hips, lining your entrance up with the tip of Eddie’s cock,

“See, that's what I thought.” Comes the cocky reply as Eddie slips himself inside you, letting a throaty moan escape as he feels your tight walls enveloping him, drawing him in deeper,

“Shit. You feel so fucking good, look so fucking good.” You wrap your arms around Eddie’s shoulders, pulling him close, relishing in the heat radiating from his naked chest and the way it seeps from him into you.

Eddie litters your neck with kisses and bites as he pushes himself deeper, until his body is flush against yours, hardly pausing to allow you to adjust before he’s rocking his hips into yours, grinding against your clit with every movement,

“Jesus, Eddie… can’t think straight when you do that!” Your eyes rolling back with his motions, 

“So don’t think, just enjoy.” Eddie purrs back at you, watching your face with an intensity that would make you blush if your eyes were able to focus for long enough to see him. “Want to make sure that I keep my future wife satisfied.” Its a soft whisper, just loud enough for you to hear it.

Your body responds before you can, tightening around him, making him grunt at the increased tightness around his cock,

“Damn, that’s new. I’ll have to remember that.” Eddie pants as he picks up his thrusts, setting an unholy pace that makes your body burn with pleasure, interlocking his fingers with yours, 

“Eddie… ‘m gonna cum.” You’re trembling, right on the precipice. 

“Let go gorgeous, just feel this. I’ve got you.” It’s almost embarrassing how those words are what tips you over the edge, reducing you to a trembling mess as you give into the building pleasure, crying out in ecstasy as he fucks you through your orgasm, relishing in every moan that falls from your lips, every twitch of your body around him, Eddie’s thrusts start to falter and stutter, his lips coming down to yours as he finishes inside you, pushing himself deeper with every twitch inside you. Eddie’s chin drops to his chest, panting hard, trying to catch his breath, still not pulling out from where he’s buried inside you.

“You okay Eddie?” You stroke his sweaty cheek gently, tilting his face up to look at you,

“Hmm. Yeah. Think I saw God for a second there.” Eddie is still breathless but his face breaks into the sweet smile you love.

“Tell him to fuck off. You’re mine.” Eddie laughs as pulls out slowly, smirking a little when you whine in protest at the emptiness.

“I’m all yours.” Eddie lays beside you, pulling you into his arms and holding you tight. “Love you so much.”

“Love you more.” Eddie pretends to gasp and clutches at fake pearls around his neck,

“More?! Shit, that’s a lot.”

“Mhm, I know. We’re getting pretty serious.” You and Eddie both giggle as you hold each other closer, bathing in the afterglow together.

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🚫The Boys Catch

Someone Violating

Their Female SO🚫

Kenma Kuzome x Female reader; Kuroo Tetsuro x Female reader; Ushijima Wakatoshi x Femake Reader; Tendo Satori x Female Reader

Warnings: This could potentially be a very triggering topic so please read the warnings. Unwanted touching, unwanted photography taken, sexual harassment, bullying.

A/N: This is an request from @demonbitterbite last year. I'm usually pretty lighthearted when just write these headcannons but I just want everyone to know that it's NEVER EVER ok for anyone to touch you without your permission! Remember, asking permission/ getting consent is the only way to go 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻

Kenma Kozume

Kenma isn't the most "alpha" of the bunch

But that doesn't mean he's not protective

Not only is he protective but man's is observant

Let's say you are taking the train home with Kenma after practice

It's standing room only so you both hold on

You talk and Kenma listens

He's probably on his phone too

But this is your routine

And kenma is a pro at multitasking

However he's also a pro at observation

So when he sees a guy scooting close to you and putting his phone under your skirt

All bets are off

He's going to grab you and pull you behind him

Then he will stop the train and call the police

He's also probably snapped a picture of the man ir better yet his ID

Kenma doesn't play around with crap like that

Plus he has a wicked glare

He will tend to you while seeing that the police handle the creep

He will ask how you are and what he can do to help you

Kenma may seem aloof but he's the most rational of the bunch

Kuroo Tetsuro

Kuroo is the most irrational of the group

He is SO protective of his partner

Like he knows you can handle yourself but when you are with him

No way is he going to let anyone mess with you

So when you stop by the gym after your club meeting to walk him with him, he will happily oblige

You are waiting for him to get changed in the club room

Minding your own business, checking your socials

Suddenly a group a nasty boys comes up behind you and you hear a picture snap

You turn around only to see one of the boys pull his phone from below your skirt

Seriously how Violating!

You start to cry because that's so messed up

The boys laugh when Kuroo comes out to see what happened

You lean into him and sob

He asks you what's wrong and the boys just laugh

Then one really stupid one says "nothing dude just getting a glimpse up your girls skirt"

Bad idea bro

Kuroo will absolutely lose it

I headcannon kuroo can fight

Like broken noses, brushed ribs the whole shebang

He will totally beat the absolute crap out of anyone who hurts you

Meanwhile, Kenma and Kai have probably come to console you

Yaku is totally helping Kuroo

Kuroo will break the guys phone and tell them to never fuck with any girl ever again

That's all they need

They run off crying

Honestly they deserve it

Kuroo totally grabs you and holds you close

Mans will buy you whatever or do whatever he can to make you feel better

You don't want ro mess with Kuroo's girl

Ushiwaka Wakatoshi

Ushi wins the award for most intimidating

Seriously the man is like 6'3" and scary as hell

Have you seen his hands wrapped around a volleyball?

He could crush someone's throat

But Ushi also isn't the violent type

Unless it comes to his SO

You somehow managed to wiggle your way into the heart of Ushijima Wakatoshi

Seriously a feat in itself yn

He trusts you and you trust him

You often go to tournaments and cheer him on

Ushi secretly loves it trust me

So you are up cheering the boys on with the other partners of Shiratorizawa when there is a creep lurking behind you

You don't pay much attention to them because like some people just give off weird vibes

It isn't until your friend alerts you that the person is taking pictures up your skirt that you lose it

You whip around, slapping the person in the face

The slap heard round the world

Seriously tho, the game just ended and the boys are packing up

You scream and yell at the person

Ushi takes off towards you

Mans is running people over!

You and your friends managed to corner the creep who is denying the accusations

I mean they were caught read handed but ok go off

You tell Wakatoshi what happened

His gaze snaps to the person and his eyes blaze fire

You actually get nervous

I mean he's even more on his game than he was when they played Karasuno

"Delete that photo now or pay" he says

The person instantly complies

Like zero hesitation

"Don't you ever do anything like that ever again"

Ushi just solved the world's creep problems with his stare

Afterwards he will consol you and ask if you are ok

You totally are

Ushiwaka is so proud of you

Tendo Satori

Tendo is absolutely feral

Like mans is a golden retriever boyfriend

Sweetest most caring man

But he's alot like Kuroo

He can be fun but do not get him angry

I think Tendo is one of those guys that takes alot to get angry

But when he is, oof

You and Tendo are on a date

You stop to look over a bridge because it's a nice day

You are wearing the cutest summer dress and sandals

Tendo has his arm around you

It's so cute

Until some jerk ruins it

They just walk by, flip your dress up and snap a picture

Honestly it happened so fast it felt like it didn't happen

But you know it did and so did Tendo

You are so embarrassed and rightfully so

Tendo is enraged

Like he's going to LOSE IT

Without hesitation he will kick the person to the ground and start beating on them

You have to drag him off YN

But like should you?

I'll leave that up to you

The person is totally crying and saying they were "just joking"

Sexual harassment isn't a joke dude

Tendo will whale on the person until they finally apologize and delete the photo

Then he will simply get up, grab you, hug and kiss you and walk off

Like nothing happened

Just another day in paradise for Tendo

[myriadof-fandoms]

billy isn't used to being touched gently.

he's come to associate touch with the feeling of a fist on his face or wanting hands clawing at his clothes.

the last gentle hand to touch him left him when he was barely 12. his mother's touch is something he doesn't want to remember though, he fights against the memory, pushes it back in his mind or drinks it away.

as long as he can remember, there's not been a gentle touch from his father.

the last person who tried to lay a hand on him without some sort of force behind it got a broken nose in turn. billy doesn't like to think about sid either.

so the soft hand on his cheek is unfamiliar. feels foreign, alien, strange. certainly not like something he deserves. he just dragged this girl - el, her name is el - right into hell. she shouldn't be kind. she should be scratching at his face not holding it.

there's not much else he recalls after that touch. mostly there's pain.

max is holding his hand. both of her way smaller hands gripping his left one. it's not a gentle touch, it's desperate and tight. just like the way she was shaking him when he was on the ground, when his body somehow managed to turn into just one giant aching. he'd really thought he reached the limit of how much pain a body could be in the days before, thought there was nothing worse than the burning of bleach going through one's esophagus, but when those things pierced his skin he found himself in a new realm of agony. he knew he was dying. and max hands combined with her voice and her tears were the only real thing. there was nothing gentle in her hands though, same way there isn't right now.

but when he makes his mouth work, croaks out her name and pays for it with knives driving through his throat, the way she holds him is. max jumps at the sound of his voice and then her hands are on his face. another soft hand on his skin. those same familiar hands with all the tiny scars from max falling over during skateboarding going over his hair and her eyes finding his. there's not only gentleness in her touch but in her eyes too. and then she's leaning over him, sobbing against his neck, and somewhere in him he comes to the realisation that being touched softly is preferable to any other way.

and yet, every new touch that happens to not be violent continues to be a surprise.

when joyce byers turns out to be the next person to touch him it's more surprising than he thinks it ought to be. mrs byers has this air around herself like there's nothing bad that can happen that she wouldn't be able to fix. she's the definition of a mom. sometimes it hurts him so much that he has to look away from her. he only meets her in the first place because she brings el and max to visit him in the hospital. and she's there when a bunch of fucking kids walk into his room after max, followed by harrington, wheeler and the older byers son and then the fucking chief of police and explain the upside down to him. and yeah, billy had figured out what happened to him wasn't normal but it's still a lot to deal with. so he's not in control, still can't hide his feelings as well as he wishes and his fear and confusion must be visible to every single person in the room. it's fucking embarrassing. but billy can't quite make himself regret it when it makes mrs byers reach out and, almost absentmindedly, like it's normal, pet his cheek. he nearly flinches. the last time the back of an adult's hand has touched his skin there the force of it made him fall down the stairs. on mrs byers face there's only a smile, albeit a sad one, and she calls him honey when she tells him he'll get used to it all. billy doesn't believe her. he's not about to argue with someone who's this gentle though.

the touches appear more frequently. just like the people do. max and eleven show up almost every day. harrington starts to drop by. mrs byers and chief hopper say hello almost daily and will byers takes up residence by billy's bedside one day and casually mentions how awful feeling the mindflayer was for him as well.

will makes billy realise that he too is capable of touching other people gently. will's so small. billy knows he's not even that much older than the other boy and yet. he's so small. especially when he goes on about how he still has dreams about the monster taking control of him again. and then when he starts to cry. billy reaches out almost on instinct. he hugs will to him, careful not to be rough with the thin kid under his hands, and does his best to calm him down. the need to comfort someone had been lost to him for years. he slowly starts to let it back in.

it becomes easier to accept even casual, normal touches from other people. billy stops gritting his teeth when the nurses help him and even allows it when tommy shows up and helps him walk down the endless hospital floors.

he flinches once. the day before he's set to leave the hospital his father shows up, drops some bags and announces that billy can live on his own, that he's too old to live at home and needs to earn his own money and place. it's not like neil's wrong, it's not like billy didn't want to leave anyway and he's been told he's going to get an insane amount of compensation money and still, being thrown out by his father hurts more than that time he got kicked in the face. the humiliation of it happening while a bunch of people are standing around doesn't help. so when chief hopper reaches out his hand, a hand that so obviously is a weapon on its own, billy can't help it. he flinches almost violently. it makes hopper's gaze turn into a storm. there's anger mixed with softness. billy realises with a start that the anger can't be directed at him, not when hopper's next sentence is him offering his place for billy to live in at least for a while. and not when he reaches out again a moment later, slowly this time, carefully to make sure billy knows he's only touching his shoulder. it's not a bruising grip, more of a comforting weight. if billy were to think about it more he might compare it to what the touch of a father is supposed to feel like.

and then there's harrington. of course it's fucking harrington who establishes gentleness as a daily routine. as something that can be expected. first by helping billy get out of his hospital bed, supporting him when he tries to walk and carrying half his weight. then when he lets billy take out his frustration. lets him yell and just continues sitting at the other end of the hospital bed until billy stops and damns the tears that he can't stop. his hug is light and constant. the feeling of his arms around billy becomes familiar. so does his touch. it almost feels like harrington has made it his mission to always have one reassuring hand on billy.

and when steve kisses him for the first time it's so tender billy can't stand it. (he'll never get enough of it.)

[skiller0dani]

Broken Paradise | Spencer Reid

M A S T E R L I S T Criminal Minds Masterlist

smut requests info wc | 9.1k summary | you run into an ex boyfriend during an interrogation. except it's you being interrogated, and it's your ex boyfriend doing the interrogating.

song

another draft just waiting to be published. really obsessing over Spencer Reid.

also there's mentions of abortion, nothing graphic it's literally just a short direct reference and nothing else.

You always hear people say your past will come back to haunt you, you just didn't know they meant literally. You leaned back against the metal chair in the interrogation room, you've been in here for what felt like hours. You couldn't complain too much seeing as it's your fault that you're in here at all. You wished they'd come in and tell you something, give you an update, say hi, say anything. You seriously underestimated how maddening silence can be. You knew little about the murders the police were investigating, something about druggie women being found mutilated. The pictures they showed you were downright horrifying, you'd need at least one solid bottle of tequila to forget the bodies of those poor women.

The Las Vegas Police Department were a bunch of judgmental pigs, the only reason they'd brought you here at all was because you were from the wrong side of the tracks. Both of your parents were users, and if you were lucky, also dead. They probably assumed you used as well, and seeing as you seemed to fit the killers physical preference the police brought you in for questioning and also for your own "safety". But really you knew they didn't give a damn about your safety, they just wanted to know where you got your shit from. No matter how many times you insisted you didn't use, they kept pushing. When one male officer started throwing your parents in your face, you stood up and promptly broke his nose. That's how you landed yourself cuffed to the table, tightly.

"Oh thank you so much for gracing me with your presence once more." You smiled sarcastically as another officer walked in, wait he's definitely not an officer. The man who entered the room had cleanly cut dark hair, and wore an expensive looking black suit. Not the run of the mill beat cop that you were expecting. You bit back any other fiery remarks, if you wanted to get the hell out of here you needed to cooperate. Diana would be expecting you, not that you were itching to see her but after letter number 75 of her begging you to swing by- well lets just say that Spencer's mother was never the problem. You doubt Spencer even knew Diana was contacting you, which was good. You wanted nothing at all to do with him.

"I'm Agent Hotchner here with the FBI I need to ask you a few questions." This man was all business, you seriously had to fight the urge to fuck with him a little bit.

"I'd shake your hand but..." Your eyes flickered towards the table, where the police officer who's nose you broke had very tightly handcuffed you. In fact he cuffed you so tightly that your wrists were already raw and bleeding a bit.

"They wouldn't have handcuffed you if you didn't punch an officer. Did he hit a nerve?" The Agent's face was level, and gave nothing away as to what he was thinking. You tongued the inside of your cheek, your foot tapping quickly on the concrete floor. These assholes were really starting to piss you off.

"He was being a dick, how many times do I have to tell you guys that I don't use? Are your heads filled with sawdust?" You snapped roughly, yanking away from him to lean back in your chair despite the biting pain in your wrists.

"That's not why I'm here Miss Y/L/N." Agent Hotchner said, his voice even and his eyes on you. The way he was looking at you made you feel exposed, like he could read all of your secrets because of the way your eye twitches when you're nervous. You hate these damn FBI profilers- wait.

"How's Spencer?" It's a shot in the dark, a very long shot in a very dark tunnel. Before the scumbag left you without warning, Spencer mentioned that someone was trying to recruit him for the BAU department of the FBI. The profilers. Spencer left and never came back, two guesses as to where he went. Your eyes locked onto the Agent's in front of you, and from the slight upturn at the corner of his brow you knew you got him. Spencer is here.

"You know Dr. Reid?"

"So he's a Doctor now, doesn't surprise me. Let me guess, he has PHD's and Doctorates in Math, Chemistry and something to do with Geography right?" You say as casually as you can and you can only hope this man is wondering how you happen to know so much about one of his Agents.

"Unless I'm speaking to Spencer Reid, I want my lawyer." You snap, leaning back. You know Spencer won't talk to you, and unless they have physical proof you're guilty of something they'll have to let you go.

Check mate.

//

Spencer couldn't ignore the questioning glances from his fellow teammates even if he'd wanted to. He watched you lean back in your chair from the other side of the one way glass, what are the chances that you are wrapped up in this case? You of all young petite blonde women in the metro area. The world was fucking with him, it had to be.

"She a friend of yours?" Derek's voice was the first to cut through the silence.

"No." One word answers were the safest route, the shortest diction would give little time for them to draw information out of the way Spencer was speaking. There was a tremble in his tone, he knew there was. Spencer prided himself for having little to no baggage behind him, but of all unopened suitcases- his previous relationship with you was the largest one.

"Really? Cause she seems to know a lot about you." Derek said, his eyes fixed on Spencer. The tension in the room was palpable, and suddenly it felt hard for Spencer to breathe let alone compose himself. After shoving free from the small viewing room, Spencer found it a lot easier to exist without the scrutinizing gazes of his coworkers.

"You hear her?" It was Hotch, with a patiently guarded expression on his face. Spencer and drugs wasn't an uncommon problem, although in the past his poison of choice was dilaudid. Now there's a string of drug related murders and a possible junky who seems to know a lot about him.

"Yeah, from before the Bureau." Spencer clarified quickly, and Hotch honestly looked the tiniest bit relieved.

"Think you could talk to her, she's made it obvious she won't talk to any of us." Hotch said, and from the tension building in Spencer's shoulders he can tell there's some bad blood between the two of you. Spencer took a deep breath before taking all of those unresolved emotions and forcefully shoving them down. Deep, deep down. It's time to do a job, there's a missing woman who needs to be saved.

//

When that door opened again, you thought you'd won. You thought they were coming to begrudgingly release you. Instead you were met by the big doey eyes of Spencer Reid, your first and last love. All the air was stolen from your lungs in an instant, the memories flood back and you can't stop them. The anger rises then, this is the first time you've seen him since he left you. The one person you trusted not to leave you did, he left like everyone leaves you. Like your parents left you. He's very clearly all business, his face hardly giving anything away as he swiftly reached down to unlock the handcuffs around your wrists. If you wanted to walk away from this without your heart getting broken you needed the upper hand.

"Heya baby." You smiled, you hoped that maybe it would disarm him. At least a little, but when you looked at him all you saw was a stoic and focused expression. Nothing? Really?

"I need to ask you a few questions Miss Y/L/N." Spencer's voice was controlled, even in tone. His voice... God his voice could bring you right to tears. You could still hear him saying how much he loved you with that stupidly angelic voice of his. Spencer was very quickly taking control of the situation and you did not like that at all.

"You know you can ask me anything, there's no secrets between us right Spence?" You leaned forward on your elbows, trying desperately to ignore the throbbing in your wrists. One of Spencer's biggest giveaways is eye contact, when he's upset or feels guilty he'll avoid looking into your eyes. You turn your gaze up to meet his, but once again you're completely disarmed to see him unabashedly looking into your eyes like it isn't a problem at all. Either Spencer has amnesia and forgot who you were, or what happened between you two doesn't hurt him like it hurts you. You refuse to believe it's the latter, he just forgot. Definitely forgot. Somehow he must have forgot.

"Nina Fredricks, have you ever seen her?" He slid a photo in front of you, you recognize her as the woman who was most recently kidnapped. Most recently being 12 hours ago so chances of her still being alive are unfortunately slim. You nibble on your lower lip, come to think of it you actually might have seen her.

"Yeah, saw her at Winchell's, little coffee shop on the corner of 5th? You remember right Spence? You used take me there all the time, I loved giving you head under the table." You smirk, but it quickly falters. Whatever training he went through must have stripped him of all emotion and turned him into a machine. Built only to solve cases and do nothing else. That wasn't the case however, you just didn't know how good Spencer is at compartmentalizing his emotions. He could only imagine the looks on his coworkers faces upon hearing you say that, at least he can just say you were lying to try and illicit some sort of reaction from him. They don't have to know that you totally used to slip under the table and swallow his cock in a diner full of people. They don't know about that side of him, and Spencer doesn't plan on changing that.

"When?" He presses on with the interview, and surprisingly you're forthcoming with information when you're speaking to Spencer. Even after all this time, he has this annoying power over you. This innate ability to get you to do whatever he wants you to, although you would prefer him to use this special ability in the bedroom. No! No you have to eradicate thoughts like that, Spencer hurt you worse then anyone else ever has. He hurt you worse because he made you think he was going to stay, and then he didn't.

"Few nights ago, she looked really messed up though. Winchell threw her out, definitely doped up on something. Before you ask, no I didn't see where she went." You sigh, finally giving up flashing Spencer the all too familiar 'you win' look. Usually a victorious grin stretches across his face, but not this time. Those times are over.

"Did you see anybody with her?" You're not entirely surprised that Spencer isn't writing any of this down, that stupid eidetic memory. You're fooling yourself if you think he forgot what happened, Spencer never forgets anything. Ever.

"Every detail matters."

You genuinely try to remember if anybody was with Nina, and while you didn't see anyone you remember shortly after she left the diner there was this horrible screeching sound. "After Nina left I heard what sounded like tires screeching on the street. Never saw a car though."

"Thank you Miss Y/L/N, is there anything else you can remember about that night? Anything that sticks out?" After a few moments of quiet contemplation, you shake your head.

"Am I free to go?" You ask quietly and Spencer shakes his head.

"Unfortunately we're going to have to keep you in protective custody. We'll move you to a more comfortable room, but you'll need to stay in the precinct."

"But why? I'm not a drug addict-"

"You are exactly this killers type, and we don't know if looking a certain way is more important or if being a drug addict is when it comes to him choosing his victims." Spencer explains simply, his mouth moving a mile a minute as he stands. When he turns his eyes back on you, you realize he's waiting for you to follow him. You stand and follow him out of the cold interrogation room to a comfier waiting room. It has a table and chairs, vending machine and a big plush couch.

"You can stay in here, we'll let you know when it's safe to go home." Spencer says, and this is when you finally catch the crack in his façade. His eyes flicker away from yours, trying to disguise the waver in his voice, the desperation to vacate the room as quickly as he can. But now that you've seen him break, even a little, you're going to crack him wide open. You won't let it go that easily.

"Spencer?" Your voice is soft, with an innocent drawl that Spencer can't resist. He turns his head to look at you, swallowing thickly when his eyes meet yours.

"You do remember me don't you? Once upon a time we were in love." You see the rest of his coworkers trying and failing to look like they're not listening. But it's not like you care if they do, Spencer will though but luckily his back is to the door. After a few moments of tense silence, he finally speaks.

"Of course." It's not the answer you were hoping for but it's an admission, which is more then you were getting earlier.

"Do you miss me Spencer? Miss me in bed next to you?"

"W-Well I-"

"Do you miss when I used to cook your favorite dinner every night when you came over? Do you miss how I loved you unconditionally?" Your voice was steadily growing more hostile, and you knew there were tears building in your eyes. This has all been building up for so long you know you can't stop it now.

"Y/N-"

"Do you miss being able to fuck me whenever the hell you want? Is that what you miss the most Spencer? You must not miss me that much because when you left I didn't even get a fucking call! You didn't even say goodbye, you just left!" You were yelling now, with tears streaming down your face. Spencer had slyly shut the door by now, he knew this was going to happen the second he saw you. He wished he could help you understand why he had to leave the way he did. He was trying to protect you, and he still firmly believes he's protecting you. Look what happened to Haley, what happened to Maeve. Spencer loved Maeve and he lost her like Hotch lost Haley, and Spencer can't lose you. Not you. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if something happened to you.

"Please try to understand-" You never even let him get close to finishing his thought.

"Understand what? Leaving me? You said you loved me! How could you love me and then leave me alone? While I was pregnant!" Your hands flew to your mouth, you honestly never planned on telling him that. Spencer's eyebrows rose high in the air, and you can tell you just knocked the wind out of him. Spencer's hand reached back for the door handle, "pregnant?"

"Spencer I'm sorry I didn't mean to tell you that way." You tried to explain, and despite the fact that he'd abandoned you, you were dead terrified of him leaving again now that he was stood in front of you.

"Do I have a child you never told me about?" His voice is shaky, afraid. Now you can see all his coworkers heavily invested in your conversation.

"N-No, I...I got rid of it." You said softly, watching the mix of emotions swirl across his face. When his trembling palm curls around the door handle you launch forward to grab at his arm.

"I'm sorry, please don't leave. Not again-" But he's pulling his arm free from yours and turning out of the room, nearly slamming the door behind him.

//

Spencer ignored the questions, he ignored the looks. His legs gave out somewhere near one of the couches. He stared ahead numbly, trying to make sense of what you'd just told him. Trying to somehow wrap his head around the terror of you being pregnant and then the grief of the lost possibility all at the same time. By now, JJ and Rossi had shooed everyone away from Spencer. Which he was immensely grateful for, the only thing he wanted now was to be alone. Completely and entirely alone.

Pregnant.

The word kept replaying like a scratched record, screeching in his ears every time he closed his eyes. Spencer pressed the balls of his palms into his eyes when he heard the distinct sound of footsteps approaching him. Whoever it was, he already wished they would go away.

"Damn Kid, I didn't expect you to date such a spitfire." Derek joked as he sat down, doing what he can to ease the tension. Spencer didn't even bother looking up at him, his head stubbornly lowered and his gaze locked on the ground. Derek racked his brain for something adequate to say, but what was there to say? How could Derek find a way to make this right? Spencer just found out you were pregnant with his child and that you'd got an abortion all in the same 10 seconds. It was a lot to process.

"You gotta talk to her Spence." Derek's voice was less humorous this time. Spencer wrung his hands nervously, his eyes finally lifting to meet Derek's. A sharp shake of his head and a flash of the tears in his eyes and Spencer stands, wiping his eyes with the backs of his hands. Time to get back to work. Someone has to talk to you, Derek can't stand of someone crying by themselves like that.

"It's not really my place-" JJ tried to argue as Derek stood in front of her.

"Someone needs to talk to her, and Spencer isn't going to." Derek said, rubbing a hand down his face as his eyes flickered back to Spencer. Who was currently throwing himself headfirst into the geographic profile of the killer they're looking for, because maybe if he works hard enough the rest of the entire world will just disappear. Maybe if Spencer keeps working and does nothing else you'll just vanish from that room and he won't have to deal with this. It's not that Spencer wants you to go away, the opposite actually but there isn't room in his life for you anymore. It's not safe. Spencer would rather be alone for the rest of his life then put you in danger because he's lonely and misses you.

"Alright, fine. But only for Spence." JJ says, jabbing a finger in Derek's direction before reluctantly heading towards the room you're in. She glances back at Spencer, who has become consumed by the map in front of him. JJ can always tell when something is bothering him, he has physical giveaways. The way his shoulders are rigid as he scribbles something on the whiteboard, the furrow in his brow that lets her know that while he's working on something, his mind is elsewhere. The tremble in his palm from trying so hard to hold everything back, everything he doesn't want anyone else to see. To someone that doesn't know Spencer, he looks perfectly composed, his attention and focus completely on his work. JJ knows him well enough to know that his mind, and heart are sitting tattered in this waiting room on the couch next to you.

JJ creaks the door open, flashing you a smile that makes you absolutely hate her guts. Spencer probably has some puppy love crush on her, she's beautiful. Long blonde hair, slender body, stunning smile. Everything you're not.

"Hi I'm Special Agent Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me JJ." The way she's looking at you lets you know that she came in here to try and understand. You're not in the mood to talk to her or anybody else in this stupid building except for Spencer. You want to hate him so bad but you can't. You can't because of how much you fucking love him. The bastard.

"Look I know you're probably not all that excited to talk to me-"

"I want Spencer." You snap, and by the look on her face you can tell she isn't surprised that you said that. JJ chewed on the inside of her cheek, how does she say that Spencer doesn't actually want to talk to you?

"Dr. Reid is needed elsewhere right now, but I'm willing to talk if you need to."

"You don't have to lie Agent Jareau. I know he doesn't want to see me, he's doing that thing where he pretends to work on something while secretly obsessing over something else." You say casually, and the fact that you can pick Spencer apart so easily is somewhat off-putting to JJ. But that could be her unrequited crush on him shining through, deep down JJ doesn't like that some other woman knows Spencer better then she does. While you'd love to sit here and wallow in your misery, a much worse idea strikes you then. If you can't talk to Spencer why not fuck with the woman who's clearly in love with him.

"And the little twitch in his fingers, the slight clench in his jaw. See that? He keeps rolling his shoulders back," while everything you were saying isn't a lie- it's guaranteed to annoy her. JJ stayed quiet, she hated that she didn't know what the goddamn twitch in his fingers meant.

"He's tense, but there's more. He can't stand still, keeps shifting from foot to foot. It's driving you crazy that you don't know why he's doing that." You laugh as her annoyed eyes flash to yours for a second before settling on Spencer again.

"You're a profiler, you can't figure it out? That doesn't surprise me, you've probably never considered the fact that Spencer has an unusually high sex drive." Your words completely stun her, and JJ's cheeks flush profusely.

"It means he's horny." You say casually, leaning back against the couch. You love the blush on her cheeks, and the fact that she's clearly biting her tongue to avoid saying something rude. You love that you got under her skin, and yes you're aware that you're a bad person. Now that you've said it, JJ can't get it out of her damn head. Spencer is horny. Spencer isn't a virgin. The thought of Spencer having sex makes JJ feel a sick turning in her gut. She was happy believing Spencer was a virgin, believing that nobody has gotten to experience that side of him yet. Happy to believe that he was untouched, but apparently that was not the case. Now that the illusion has been shattered, JJ feels as though the jagged pieces of it are cutting into her, and she knows you enjoy watching her bleed.

"Trust me, I know just what to do to relieve the tension, I know how to get him off quick. Do you?" You smile as you let your eyes shamelessly drag down his slender frame.

"You're only saying this because you want to control the conversation, and you hate that I see him everyday. That I can talk to him whenever I want, about whatever I want. You wouldn't lash out if you didn't feel intimidated." JJ says calmly, rendering you just as speechless as she was moments ago. The pain that was sent stabbing into your heart caused you to recoil back from JJ, trying to hide your misty eyes from hers. You can't let her know that she's winning.

"Look, we can both get nasty all we want but that's not why I'm here. I just want to help." JJ says sincerely, but you still don't budge. JJ taps her fingers against the wood of the table, thinking about leverage she can use to get you to talk to her.

"Spencer fell in love again." JJ says finally, and this time you turn your gaze up to look at her. You push your emotions down, no matter how much it hurts to hear her say that. Who is she? Are they still together?

"If you want to know more about her, then I suggest you talk to me. An answer for an answer, fair?" You can see her trying to bait you, and damn her because it's working.

"Fine." You grumble, leaning back fully against the couch. Your eyes catch Spencer's for a second when he turns to face the table, presumably looking for a map you remember being on the right side. You point to the right side of the table and Spencer looks nothing but annoyed when he follows your direction and finds what he's looking for. He hates that he functions better as a person when you're around.

"What's the deal with you and Spence?" JJ asks, and there is a lot to unpack with that question.

"Gonna have to be more specific." You say with a shrug, your eyes hesitantly meeting hers.

"How long were you two together?"

"2 years 8 months." You answer without pausing, causing her eyebrows to raise. JJ didn't expect you to remember down to the month, it's been years since you and Spencer were together. That's not a short fling like JJ originally thought, that's a substantial amount of time.

"What's her name?" You ask, desperate to get information on this mystery woman who has stolen Spencer from you.

"Her name was Maeve." Was. You don't miss how she says was instead of is.

"Why do you hate Spencer?" JJ looked like she cared, but you know it's not you she cares about. She's in here to try and protect Spencer in some way, she's acting like you're the villain.

"I don't hate him. He abandoned me. Just packed up and left, no note, no goodbye. Haven't heard from him since." You snap, hating the amount of emotion that was in your voice. JJ's eyebrows furrow, that's just so unlike Spencer. He's not cruel, he's never been cruel but that...is cruel. You see a look flash across her face.

"Sweet boy isn't as sweet as he seems." You say softly, folding your arms over your chest.

"He must have had a good reason." JJ insists, her eyes landing on Spencer's back as he continues to map out the hunting grounds of the killer. You know he's just wasting time to avoid coming back in here. Spencer is a certifiable super genius, he finished mapping it out a while ago. He's just pretending he hasn't finished yet.

"Spence still with her? Maeve." Her name felt like poison on your tongue, and JJ slowly shook her head.

"She died in front of him, really tore him up." Your heart cracks a little bit at her words, you can't imagine how hard that must have been for him. You see JJ open her mouth to ask something else when the door opens, and a man with darker skin pokes his head in.

"JJ? Reid found him, we gotta go." As soon as he arrived, he's gone with JJ hot on his heels. She sends you a smile before she rushes out of the room, and you see Spencer following her path out. They're going to arrest a murderer who has an arsenal of weapons at his disposal.

"Spencer! Y-You can't go, it's not safe!" You blurt from the doorway, and he pauses. His eyes find yours as he holsters his pistol, an unreadable expression on his face.

"It's my job." And that's all he says before he disappears out of the precinct, leaving you once again.

//

You couldn't quell the anxiety turning in your gut, you're not sure how to exist while Spencer is out there hunting a murderer. You wished that you could turn off the part of your brain that's still so damn attached to him, but no matter how hard you try you can't silence your heart as it calls for him. You're not sure you could survive the constant fear of losing him if you ever ended up with him again, this life is too much for you to take. Maybe he knew that all those years ago when he left you the first time, Spencer always could see right through you. Maybe he left because he knew staying would only lead you to live a life of constant fear, maybe he was trying to protect you. Either way the reasons don't matter anymore because he left, and nothing can change how badly that hurt you.

"Does it normally take this long?" You ask a passing officer, who in turn shrugs before continuing on his path. You feel like you're going to explode or vomit, or both. It's been over 2 hours, should it be taking this long? What if he got shot? What if he's dead right now and you're sitting here with your damn thumb up your ass worrying about him like a useless housewife? Feeling useless, that's what you hate the absolute most. Knowing there's nothing you can do to stop a bullet on it's trajectory to his heart.

"Spence, are you sure you're okay?" You hear a flurry of voices and when his name graces JJ's lips you're pushing out of the room. Your eyes find him instantly, and then travel to his palm which is pressed tightly to his neck. His bleeding neck. You feel your heart rate spike, hammering like the hooves of wild horses as you move without thinking about it. Before you even understand that you've moved, you're stood in front of him. Your eyes try to scan his neck for wounds but his palm covers the location the blood is coming from.

"C'mere." You grab his wrist and yank him back towards where you saw a first aid kit earlier. Luckily your 2 and a half years of nursing school taught you how to stitch a wound and perform basic first aid. Spencer offers no resistance as you yank him to a back corner of the precinct, pushing him to sit down. You grab the first aid kit, slowly prying his hand from his neck. Your eyes mist at the wound, it's a bullet wound. Looks old though, there's scarred tissue. This had to have happened a few weeks ago at least. You see the thin line of the scar, the middle section seems to have opened up again.

"You didn't wait long enough for this to heal." You scold gently, not missing how his eyes watch you with an intensity smoldering in them. You miss the way he used to look at you, the way he's looking at you right now. You miss being the center of his whole world, you scoff. Look how easy it was for him to walk away from you. You threat a needle to stitch the center of his wound shut again, and when you look for numbing cream you discover that there isn't any.

"Spence, there isn't any- I can't find the numbing..." Your voice trails off as you begin to yank things out of the first aid kit to search for the numbing cream. Spencer's hand catches your wrist and it's only just now that you realize you're trembling.

"It's okay. I'll be fine." He settles back against the chair he's sitting in, turning his head to reveal his neck to you. You hesitate, the Spencer you remember had a very low pain threshold. All of a sudden he's expecting you to stitch him up with no numbing agent?

"Y/N, I can handle it." Spencer says again, his voice firmer than before. You swallow a lump in your throat before reaching forward to begin stitching. You press the needle against his neck, eyeing him to gauge his reaction as you puncture his skin to make the first thread. To your surprise he hardly flinches, a small quirk in his lip is the only giveaway that he's in pain. Is this the same man that got squirmy getting a shot? That would shy away from the needle? Now he's sitting here letting you stitch him up without moving a muscle, without even flinching? The more time you spend with him the more proof you get that this isn't the same Spencer that left you all those years ago.

"How did it happen?" You ask, wondering how he could have survived a gunshot to the neck. He shifts uncomfortably.

"Got shot, two inches away from hitting my jugular." Spencer says it so casually, but you're so stunned that you halt your movements for a moment.

"How many times have you been shot?" You ask, your voice hoarse. Is him getting shot a common occurrence?

"Twice. Also got shot in the leg." The casual way Spencer talks about it almost convinces you it isn't a big deal. But it is. It's a bullet ripping through his body, and it's happened to him on two separate occasions. You finish stitching and bandaging him up, your hands moving away from him as soon as you can.

"Thank God you went to nursing school or I'd be six feet under." He jokes. You know he's kidding but still, the thought of it makes you feel lightheaded.

"Don't say stuff like that." You snap softly, and you know Spencer can see the fear and vulnerability in your eyes. You hesitantly steal a glance up at him once he's stood up only to find he's already looking at you. You shy away from his intrusive gaze, and you could practically feel him probing at your mind. Reading your thoughts as if they were written down for him. You hate that he can always tell what you're thinking, you hate that it was so easy for him to read you. Like a damn book. You have to fight the urge to reach out and grab his hand, it's what you always did when you felt lost or unsure. Spencer was always there to ground you and bring your mind back out of your thoughts.

"Miss Y/L/N?" You hear JJ's voice gently interrupt you two. You shoot away from Spencer as though you were doing something scandalous. He doesn't move an inch.

"Yes!" You blurt a little too loudly, suddenly flustered being so close to him. Why does your sharp tongue always leave you when you need it?

"You're clear to go home."

"I can take her." Spencer speaks up before JJ has a chance to offer, and she knew he would. You swallow a nervous lump in your throat, your palms shaking.

//

The SUV has dark tint, you weren't expecting that. The second you sat back in the plush leather seat your mind flew to lewd thoughts of you leaning over the center console, Spencer's hand in your hair as he helps you take his cock in your mouth. You steal one glance at Spencer, his right hand holding the steering wheel loosely. Your cheeks heat up as you glance down between his legs, get ahold of yourself.

"The address is-"

"I remember." You knew he would. That damn eidetic memory ensured that he never forgot anything. It broke your heart a little, because some naïve part of you was hoping he remembered because it meant something to him. You hoped he remembered the way to your house because he didn't want to forget, because forgetting it meant forgetting you. But you know the reality, you know that he remembers because he has no choice but to remember. His memory is too good to allow him to forget anything, even if it was something he wanted to forget. You're grasping at straws and you know you are, holding onto that foolish notion that Spencer still held onto the memories. That he still held onto the gifts you gave him, crying softly in the night like you did sometimes.

"JJ told me about Maeve." You say softly into the silence, and you saw Spencer swallow thickly out of the corner of your eye. "I'm so sorry you lost her Spence."

"Thank you." He honestly wasn't expecting you to say that, to acknowledge the pain. Because acknowledging the pain meant that you knew he loved her. He did love her. But it was a different love then the love he feels for you. It was special, but so are you. You're special too.

"Have you...dated anyone else?" Spencer can't help but ask as he subconsciously continues the drive to your house. A drive he's committed to his memory, a drive he never wants to forget. You shift to look at him, there were a few you dated. You know when you tell Spencer about them that it'll drive him crazy.

"Tony Anderson." You say and just like you thought, Spencer groans deeply. Spencer detests Tony, they were practically mortal enemies when he still lived in Las Vegas.

"Tony? Seriously?" His tone is incredulous as his grasp on the steering wheel tightens ever so slightly.

"He was a good fuck at least." You know you shouldn't wind him up, but he hurt you for Christ's sakes. He deserves a little bit of pain too. Spencer flinches, a look of anger and something else simmering in his eyes.

"Please tell me you didn't have sex with Tony."

"Why does it matter?" You shouldn't enjoy upsetting people as much as you do. But there's still a small part of you that's convinced that Spencer deserves this.

"Because I can't live with the fact that somebody else has gotten to feel that perfect cunt of yours, let alone Tony." His crude words take you by surprise, and you can't fight the gasp that escapes your mouth.

"Well before you start digging your grave, relax. I never had sex with Tony." You decide to put him out of his misery, and you see the relief physically flood his body. You lean against the window, the next admission from you will leave the air heavier in it's wake.

"I've never slept with anyone but you Spence." You realize it's been a long time since you've seen Spencer let alone had sex with him but you could never bring yourself to sleep with someone else. It's not as though the opportunity never presented itself, you had plenty of chances to have sex with someone else. But you couldn't because there's still a stubborn part of you that doesn't want to betray Spencer.

"Really? Why?" Apparently this revelation surprised him.

"Because no matter where you go I will always belong to you." You snap without thinking, blinking tears from your eyes as you avoid his gaze. Spencer fell silent then, and you know he feels guilty. Probably because he's slept with someone else in the time since he's been with you.

"I know you have and it's fine I'm not trying to-"

"I haven't." Spencer corrects instantly, his eyes meeting yours through the darkness of the SUV. If he could see you he would see the look of utter surprise on your face. It's not as though Spencer was an overly sexually ambitious person when you dated, but you figured he probably slept with at least one person. "I haven't slept with anybody else either."

"I know someone that wants to though." You grumble without thinking, your mind drifting to JJ and the obvious crush she thinks isn't obvious. Spencer tilts his head in a way that resembles a confused puppy, you resist the urge to ruffle his hair.

"Who?"

"Agent Jareau." As soon as the name slips past the threshold of your lips, Spencer's jerks the wheel in surprise. You see a dark blush color his cheeks as his other hand reaches up to steady the wheel.

"J-Jennifer? No way! She's my best friend." You nearly laugh at his flustered state, and normally you would push it a little further but you decide to let it go. You don't want to completely destroy the way he sees her, you know you already destroyed the way she sees him.

"You have no idea what a catch you are Spencer." You tell him as you unbuckle your seatbelt, getting ready to exit the SUV. Spencer reaches over and places a warm hand on your wrist to stop you from leaving, his eyes searching yours for an answer he isn't sure you have.

"Come in?" You ask hopefully, you're not ready for him to leave again. Damnit why did he have to turn up again after so long? You were just starting to think that maybe you could move on and find someone new. You were finally starting to feel okay, and then Spencer reappears and turns your entire world upsidown all over again. Deep down you know that nobody will ever compare to Spencer Reid, and you don't want them to. You don't want anyone to be like Spencer, you want him to be his entirely own person. It's what you love the most about him, is his ability to be himself no matter where he is or who he's with. All of his little quirks, the things about himself that he doesn't notice but you do.

"Yeah." His answer comes across as an exhalation of breath, and you try to hide how excited you are. You want to hold on to any moment you can, stolen moments that you take as you please with no regret whatsoever.

"Nothing has changed." Spencer muses once you unlock the front door and push inside the darkened living room. You blush, admittedly nothing about your small townhouse has changed. It's all basically the exact same as when Spencer saw it last. You rub a hand down your arm as Spencer's eyes go wandering. Trailing over the curtains he remembers hastily pulling closed to protect your decency on more than a few occasions. His gaze then travels to the couch, all those movie nights you two spent curled up together. Or when he got you into Star Trek and you couldn't stop watching it. Pain stabs his chest for a moment, it's hard to remember everything he had to let go of to get the job he has now.

"I miss you too, you know." Spencer says off-handedly. It takes you by surprise, the sureness in his tone is jarring. He sounds so comfortable admitting when he's vulnerable, it's never been easy for you to be vulnerable with him. Maybe that's part of the reason he left, maybe you drove him away by shutting him out. His eyes meet yours, a look so soft in his eyes it feels as though his gaze is caressing your skin. You bite your bottom lip to keep the emotions at bay, what is it about this man that makes you so emotional?

"I never said I missed you." You try to snap, to add an edge to your tone. But instead it came out watery and broken, and in turn Spencer reached up to swipe away a falling tear.

"But you do." You can't even deny it, it's obvious.

"Damn you Spencer Reid, I was finally starting to feel okay again." You cry softly, curling your arms towards your chest in an attempt to shrink away from him. He cups your cheeks in his palms, turning your face up towards him.

"I wasn't." He admits before his lips are on yours, and it's not frenzied and desperate like you've been picturing all these years. It's slow and calculated, soft and passionate. Firm but with a tenderness that makes your knees buckle from the gravity of it. Spencer's fingers card into your hair, pulling your head closer to his. He nips at your lower lip, his arms crushing you against his chest. You throw yourself into him, your arms holding him as tightly as you possibly can. Afraid that if your vise grip loosens, even for a second, that he'll slip through your fingers like trying to hold onto water. You almost don't want to let your eyes close, you don't want him to disappear again.

"I missed you, I miss you-" You gasp against his lips, grabbing fistfuls of his dress shirt. Spencer continues to move his lips languidly against yours, backing you against the wall. His hand ghosts down your side to the hem of your shirt, his fingers toying with it.

"O-Off." You beg, and in an instant Spencer is pulling your shirt over your head. His eyes land on your bare chest, shocked that he almost forgot that you never really wear a bra. His hands curl around your back, drawing your chest up into his awaiting lips. His mouth curls around your hardened nipple, your hand flying into his hair from the contact.

"Is this a dream? Please tell me you're really here Spencer." You beg, almost becoming lost in the emotions again. His eyes flutter up to meet yours, his mouth reluctantly leaving your nipple. He brushes his lips over yours, his hand trailing down your stomach towards the waistband of your leggings.

"This is real, I'm here baby. I'm home." Hearing those words was too much, and you launch yourself into his chest as the first tear trickles down your cheek. Your lips press sloppily to his, the kiss messy and wet as his hand slides into your leggings. His fingers find your wet slit in an instant, desperately parting your lips to slide a lithe finger into you. Your body reacts to him instantly, in a way that surprises you. Almost as though it too was crying out for him, keening into him and begging for his touch as much as your mind is. Spencer hauls one of your thighs up to hook around his waist as he presses another finger into you. You cry out softly into the quiet air, accompanied only by the labored breathing fanning across your face.

"I need to feel you, I- I need-" You can barely get the words out as he steadily pumps his fingers into you. His mouth on yours silences your desperate pleading, his chest firmly pressing your back into the wall. You missed being able to feel him and you hate that you forgot what it feels like to have his body on yours. It's been so long you forgot what the sting of his cock feels like. What it feels like when you stretch wide open around him, to feel like you're being ripped in two. Spencer continues his pace, his thumb rolling your clit to provide the extra stimulation you're missing. It's not enough to satisfy you, but its enough for you two cum. Which you do. You gush around his fingers as you gently come undone, your back arching into him.

"Please," You beg wantonly, curling your other leg around his waist as his hands hook underneath your thighs. Spencer's lips press against yours, moving slowly against your own. You know now that you will never stop loving Spencer, and that he's completely ruined you for life. You'll never be able to love anybody else without your heart wandering back to him. But then again, you don't really mind because you don't want to be with anybody else. You don't want to love anybody else. You just want him, only him. He pushes into your room, walking the entirety of the way with his eyes closed and his mouth pressed against yours. He has the layout of your house mapped out in his head? He never even bumped into anything until he was dropping you unceremoniously on the bed.

"Tell me what you need, I'll give you whatever you want." Spencer husks against you, hovering above you. Your fingers are already unbuttoning his shirt before you even have the chance to respond to him. You know instantly what you want, what you need from him.

"I want all of you, give me everything." You plead, your lips practically chasing his as he kneels up over you. He's being soft tonight, and that's something you appreciate greatly. You need to feel his love, you need to feel everything you know he can't quite put into words. His hands are shaking as he undoes the button and zipper of his dress slacks before kicking them off the edge of the bed. You stare up at his naked body, looking as though it's been sculpted by the Gods specifically for you. Spencer smiles softly at you as he pulls your leggings down your legs, leaving little nips and kisses on your inner thighs as he goes.

"Hurry." You groan, nearly clawing at his bare shoulders to pull him back up to you. Spencer chuckles at how eager you are, watching with interested eyes as the head of his cock breaches your folds. You reluctantly stretch open as he continues his intrusion, his fists curling tightly around the sheets. Christ you weren't lying about not sleeping with anyone else, you're so tight it's making him feel a little lightheaded. Inch by inch Spencer presses into you, his forehead resting against yours once his pelvis is sitting flush against yours. Sure, you've had sex with hi before but never have you felt this connected to him. Spencer sits like a gentleman and lets you adjust to his size, trying to take a few deep breaths himself. It's hard to breathe with your heat sucking him in with a vice grip.

"Can I move?" You're surprised by how collected his voice is, but the furrow of his brow is a giveaway that he's losing the battle to stay stock still inside you.

"Yes, please." You moan, unashamed. Spencer gently draws his hips back, pulling himself nearly all the way out before swiftly sliding back into your inviting cunt. He sets the pace slow and deep, his hands reaching up to lace through yours. Every time the head of his cock nudges that spot deep inside you, you can feel your toes curl. Your head slams back against the pillows, unable to keep your gaze on him any longer. You feel yourself becoming one with him, and you wish you could capture this moment somewhere other then just in your minds eye. Your memory is nowhere near as good as Spencer's, he'll be able to recall every detail of this moment up until the day he dies. But over time, this memory will fade for you. It'll wear out, all the details becoming fuzzy and blurred. If he's not here in front of you, you'll forget and you don't want to forget.

When the night draws to a close, and the moon has reached its peak, Spencer slips carefully out of bed. It chisels away pieces of his heart as he carefully gets dressed, reaching for his go bag which he'd brought inside upon realizing that he'd be staying a while. He pulls out a t-shirt he'd worn recently and leaves it folded neatly at the end of your bed, something for you to hold onto when he's gone. Spencer's cheeks are wet with tears as he leans over and presses a kiss to your head.

"I love you." Is the last thing he whispers in the space between you two before he's gone again.

//

On the jet, Derek can't keep his eyes off Spencer and that helplessly broken look on his face. A book is laid nestled in Spencer's lap, but Derek can tell he isn't really reading it. Trying to bother Spencer into opening up probably won't work, but it's worth a try. Derek has to do something and this is all he can think of.

"You okay kid?"

"Yeah fine, why?" Spencer draws his eyes up from the book, his gaze meeting Derek's from across the table. While Spencer might be a talented actor, he can't lie to Derek.

"Look I know how hard it must have been leaving her again-"

"Did you know that on average the FDA allows a minimum of 1 rodent hair per 100 grams of peanut butter? They have to allow themselves room for error just in case of-"

"Alright you win, forget it." Derek sighs, turning his gaze out the window. In an instant Spencer drops his peanut butter spiel, turning back to his book. A guaranteed way to get people off his back is to start rambling about something boring or gross, they usually leave him alone pretty quickly. It's not that Spencer doesn't appreciate Derek's concern, he just doesn't want to talk about it. He can't talk about it, because every time he imagines how you're going to feel when you wake up, tears come to the surface of his eyes. He hates this case more than all the rest even though they saved the victim. Spencer hates this case for ripping open an old wound, one he thought healed.

He was wrong.

//

When you wake the next morning you knew he'd be gone. That didn't stop the tears from coming when you reached over and felt cold sheets. That didn't stop the tears from coming when you cried how much you loved him over and over again even though he couldn't hear you. It doesn't change how badly this hurts, how much worse it feels compared to the first time he left. Your eyes catch the shirt folded at the end of the bed and you grab it instantly. You pull it over your body and you lay down in your bed, inhaling his cologne that you know will fade over time. Eventually his scent will disappear, removing all traces that this fabric belonged to him at all. Every trace of him will disappear over time, every mark from your body will slowly vanish. When it's all gone, you'll be left with nothing more than a t-shirt that's too big for you, and a cold reminder that the man you love will never truly be yours. A reminder that every time he comes home, he leaves again.

A cold reminder that this world is cruel for bringing you Spencer Reid, only to rip him from you again and again.

[chocominnie]

One Last Time 06 —  Pjm. (M)

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst

⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Word Count : 3k

⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

‘‘ I swear I am going to have someone beat your ass Park Jimin!’’

‘‘ It’s not my fucking fault! I broke up with her but you lead her to the apartment  knowing she’ll follow!’‘

‘‘ Damn it Jimin im going to kick your ass!’‘

Your eyes pop open just in time to see Jungkook on-top of Jimin hitting him repeatedly on the face while Jimin manages to push him off of him and begin his fist fight against him. He straddles Jungkook to the floor and punches are thrown left and right. Now the sudden headache of seeing the two brothers fight has began in your head and you cannot stand hearing the groaning and yelling between them. Bringing your hand up to signal them to stop, you realize they don’t even know you’ve awakened.

 Jungkook on the other hand is not having it so he throws Jimin off of him harshly making Jimin groan. The way he grabs Jimin’s collar with venom fast strength finally gives you the courage to yell out to them.

‘‘ Stop! Damn it, you two are like literal fucking teenagers. Act your age!”

The both of them turn their heads toward you slowly. Jungkook drops his fist, which was going to connect with Jimin’s face. You take a good look at them. Freshly bruised from each-other. Great.

‘‘ You think fighting is going to solve this problem huh? Get over here now.” You say, eyebrows furrowed in anger.

Jungkook gives Jimin a death glare before rushing to your side and feeling your forehead. You slap his hand away and pull him down by his shirt only for him to recieve a harsh slap to the forehead.

‘‘ Shit!” He stumbles back and rubs his forehead. He shoots you a glare, wanting to yell at you but doesn’t.  You motion for Jimin to come to you too. He raises his eyebrows in amusement.

‘‘ I don’t think it’s necessary for you to do that..” He says, as if your death glare towards him isn’t enough to tell him you aren’t joking whatsoever.

He gets the memo when you disregard his comments before hanging his head low and bending down a little to your height. One slap against the forehead and two across the wrists.

‘‘ That’s for you fighting He was only looking out for me. The last two were for having a psychotic girlfriend who almost killed me. Look at my wrist!’‘

You hold them out to see two I.V’s, one for blood transfusion and the other a regular for nutrients on your right wrist. Both of them bandaged up which does need to be changed because of the old blood.

‘‘ I know and I’m sorry. I didn’t know she would be this upset.’‘ Jimin says, hanging his head low. Jungkook rolls his eyes at him out of annoyance.

‘‘ Whatever. I already called my lawyer for your case. Since Isabel tried to attempt murder to you, you will win this case for sure.’‘ He proudly leans against the wall hoping to atleast crack a smile from you.

You don’t smile though. The last thing you need is another scandal. If this were to make the news and blogs right now then it could be a bad thing. You’ve just started your modeling career again and right now would be the worst time to have something like that. 

Jimin leans on the wall with his hands in his pockets, still avoiding locking eyes with you which is something he usually does. Something tells you that he’s hiding something. Something that you just can’t put your finger on.

‘‘ The police will come shortly for witness statements and your statement. Then they’ll call for a court date as soon as possible.’‘ Jimin’s voice low, illuminating with a hint of sadness.

Out of curiosity you want to say something more. To ask him whats going on and why he’s acting rather like this. It’s really not like him. He’s hiding something for sure and you just cannot put your finger on it. You just agree and pull out your phone. A missed call from Ryan. You try texting her and she almost always responds immediately. This time she doesn’t. What’s really going on?

You don’t know but Ryan took it upon herself to pay Isabel a visit. Usually visitors aren’t allowed for people in holding but with a little sweet talk of hers she got to get atleast 10 minutes to talk. That’s all she needs. When it comes to you, her bestfriend, she never messes around. Hearing the news from Jungkook yesterday she almost went luncatic. Throwing things at him, calling his brother every disrespectful name in the book. Oh she hates him now for sure.

Jungkook had to stop her from going over to the hospital to beat his ass into a bloody pulp for causing you pain and getting together with that crazy girl just to break up with her. Ryan was heated. 

But now she can take this heat and serve some to Isabel right now. She walks with confidence into the room. Nothing and nobody can stop her and if they even try, she’ll chew them up and spit them out. Catching a glimpise of Isabel sitting at the table with her hands cuffed and security next to her, Ryan shoots her a devious glare.

‘‘ What brings you here? I expected my boyfr-’‘

A harsh slam from her hands hit the table as she bends a little to her seated level, ‘‘ He’ not your fucking boyfriend. You were lucky I wasn’t there to beat your fucking ass.”

The guard tenses up at the sounds and sudden movements. Ryan notices, and decides to take her seat to calm down before she’s the one sitting behind the jail bars too. 

‘‘ Ryan.. I thought we were friends?’‘ She frowns, pouting her lips while fake wiping tears away. 

Ryan scoffs,shaking her head ever so slowly with a devilish grin on her face. “ We aren’t. Don’t let me catch you un-attended without your manager or body guard.. Isabel.’’

Isabel laughs one of her evil laughs, throwing her head back then coming back up, “ Oh how cute. Is this a threat from little ol’ you? Me and Jimin were doing just fine before your bestfriend had decided to enter his life again. I’m not the only bad guy here. She should know boundaries for taken men. Ex’s aren’t supposed to be firendly and lovey dovey. Spending nights and going everywhere with each other. Especially when one’s a famous idol with another idol girlfriend. Do I make myself clear?”

“ Maybe you should take that up with your hoe of a boyfriend. He’s the one who can’t leave her alone.” She yells, inches away from Isabel’s face. The two stare at each other long and hard. Isabel is no match for Ryan though.

The guard clears his throat to break the two’s glares. The tension is thick in the air.

“ If you ever touch yn again, I’ll make sure you’re the one in the hospital this time around.”

‘‘ You’ll all see. I’ll win this court case. Trust me… there’s things you do not know.” 

Ryan rolls her eyes, strutting her way out the room with the sound of her heels clicking right behind her. Consider the message recieved. 

It’s been one week after the situation. In which in between those days you were dismissed from the hospital and have been in at Jimin’s house ever since. You didn’t want to be here. You want to be at home with your cat, Clara. Jungkook’s been going over to feed and play with her. Jimin kept pleading for you not to return home just yet because it could be a danger to you. It makes sense. You never know what Isabel has up her sleeve. 

So you’ve been sitting here doing the same old thing everyday. Eat, watch movies and netflix tv shows,  sleep, and repeat.

Jimin would come in and out of his home studio to check in on you. He still has to work on producing and singing his songs. He’d bring the food and your medicine he prepared per usual,  kiss your forehead, and go right back out to producing his highly anticipated album.

It all seems fake to you. Something is off. Something is not being told to you. You can feel it in your gut but can’t put a finger on it.

‘‘ This is so cliche.’‘ You murmur to yourself, switching the flat-screen T.V off.

And as if on cue Jimin comes inside your- well his room with a glass of water and prescribed pain killers for you. The slight smile on his face makes you want to smile but you don’t.

‘‘ Smile for ocne yn. Do you not like staying here?’‘ He says, sitting next to you on the side of the bed and places the glass in your hands.

You furrow your eyebrows at him, taking the two pills out of his palm. “ No.. but be honest with me Jimin okay?”

His face turns a quick shade of pink then pale as if you had said the wrong choice of words at the wrong time. As if he had seen a ghost at this very moment. That’s not a good sign at all.

‘‘ Are you.. hiding something from me?’‘

The atmosphere is thick and silence fills the room. You don’t say anything and he doesn’t either. Your eyes meet his and for once they don’t pull away first. 

Jimin doesn’t know how to break it to you though. It’s now or never.

‘‘ She will never leave me.”

You bite your lip hard, “ What do you mean?”

“ That she said that she’d do everything to ruin our relationship if we continue to persue one. She’d spready rumors about you to Dispatch. Make a scene whenver you’re near me. Anything she can do, she will do it.”

You don’t know how to take this all in. You knew Isabel was possesive but not this possesive. The thought of her doing things on purpose for you to make everyone hate you makes you want to cry. To just bawl your eyes out right here right now. You can’t.. you won’t do it. 

You won’t give in because thats what she wants. To make you cry. To ruin your reputation and work. Jimin came back into your life and of course you don’t know what to do or how to deal with it. But this is what you wanted right? You’ve been longing for you and him to get a second chance. It’s you. You’re the one who’s been putting things off and not letting things go with the flow. Maybe he came back to you because he realized how wrong he was for cheating on you. For leaving you behind. For not seeing things for truly how it is. 

You knew Isabel was bad luck from the beginning. Now is the time to try and take back what was originally yours. That will hurt her more than ever. 

“ She needs to have a reality check. Not everything revolves around her.”

‘‘ I agree. Putting her behind bars might give her a reality check. It should serve her right for harming people.” Jimin sighs. 

The silence is thick. You both don’t know what to say and it’s sure as hell awkward more than ever right now. Until that silence breaks. 

‘‘ I feel like you aren’t being your true self to me. If we are getting things out now.” 

His sudden comment makes you lift your head up from playing with the comforter. “ What do you mean?’’

‘‘ You.. don’t want to take actions on what you feel, say, or want to do with or about me. It’s killing me inside.”

He’s right. You do try to push your feelings aside no matter what the cause is. It’s just you trying to not set yourself up for hearbreak again. You do want him. You do want everything to do with him. Considering the things that happened in the past, it’s no doubt theres a fence guarding your heart from intruders. 

You exhale out heavily, “ Im just.. scared.’’

‘‘ Of? “

‘‘ Being hurt again.”

Dead silence again. This time he’s the one trying to come up with words to redirect your view of him. Yes, he broke your heart in the worst way possible. He wants you to see he’s changed. 

Jimin bites his lip, voice shaky when he begins talking again. ‘‘ How can I show you that i’m not the same anymore. Im not I promise you. I want you to see I have changed. I know it’s my fault. I destroyed you but let me fix it.”

It’s all come down to this. You’ve wanted this and now is the chance to get it. Now is the chance to have what was once yours. But the feeling of doubt had taken its course on you at the worst time.

‘‘ Jimin.. how do I know that for sure?’‘ You say, unintentionally fluttering your eyes at him. To you it’s to prevent from letting tears fall. 

Jimin see’s it as that specific thing you used to do when you wanted him. When you craved him and would drop hints. To be completely honest, you do crave him. You do want him. Make-up sex was something you two used to do often. It was your toxic way of saying im sorry. 

Somehow you want to put that toxic thing into action right now. As fucked up as it is, that’s how you two know you’re sorry towards each other. Actions speak louder than words. 

He closes his eyes for a quick second before clenching his jaw to contain himself. Your weak spot.

‘‘ Stop doing that. Unless you want to start something you don’t want to finish.” 

You smile just a little, hoping he’d get the memo. “ What if I do want to start and finish it..”

As if a car alarm went off, Jimin’s eyes pop back open with a suprised look. That’s the last thing he’d thought he’d be hearing from you. “ Are you sure about that? I mean we don’t have t-”

You lean in closer to where you guys are inches apart, his lips softly rubbing against yours. “ I’m all for it.”

Within seconds, Jimin’s shirt is removed off of you only revealing your blue panties which have became a little soaked with your wetness. He takes in the scent of you before his mouth connects with your thighs, slightly sucking to leave bruises on you.

‘‘ Jimin.. don’t tease me.”  You sigh, laying fully down to spread your legs even more. He hums against your skin making you catch chills up and down your spine.

‘‘ That’s my specialty baby. You know that.” He trails a kiss with each word all the way down to your core where he dips a finger inside. You tense up attempting to close your legs. He doesn’t allow it, spreading them open harshly again. 

‘’ Jimin-’‘ You barely utter before he begins to move his fingers in and out of you slowly. You let out a whine to try and make him go faster but it doesn’t work.

He comes up to your mouth and plants a wet, sloppy kiss. “ No whining. You’re gonna get what you want. Just relax baby.”

Is all he tells you before he goes back down to your core to tend to your desires.

The first lick between your legs is ever so gentle. Too gentle for you right now considering that you want release badly and Jimin knew exactly that. He opens his mouth and swirls his tongue up and down your slit. A groan leaves his mouth once he gets a taste of you which sends a vibration to your sensitive bud.

Each time his tongue laps against you your body jerked and shook but that only makes his tongue go faster. Sending you into a moaning and groaning mess as you tug on his hair.

“Mmh you even taste the same like always.” He moans with a smirk.

“Jimin please-” you cry out, locking your fingers into his hair when a finger is inserted into your dripping wet hole.

‘‘ No whining babygirl.’‘ His voice gentle as ever when he removes the finger inside of you making you pout a little. But that pout soon turned into your eyes becoming wide when he starts to take off his shirt, then grey sweatpants, then his underwear where his thick cock springs up.

Your eyes can’t leave his body. God it’s been a while. He looks pretty damn good. You wan’t to take all of his length in your mouth right now. To hear him praise you about how good your mouth feels against him. God you want it right now. 

He gives it a few strokes before walking over to you. Just before hovering over you, he gives you a passionate kiss while lifting up your legs and positioning them to his liking. Missionary.

The tip of him pokes at the entrance of you, teasing in and out. Soon enough he enters you slowly making both of you moan together.

You still wrap and fit around his member smug as ever, and he could not believe it. The feeling of familiarity of being inside you sends him into a moaning mess with each stroke. You can’t contain your moans and screams. He feels way too good. 

Jimin begins to deep-stroke you by pulling all the way out and slamming back in. You scream his name out in pleasure as your nails scratch up his toned back. Wet sounds fill the room with him picking up his pace. You take a glimpse of him only to admire his figure right now. Forehead forming sweat beads while he groans and moans biting his plump pink lips.

Your breathing becomes faster when that familiar feeling soon starts to take over. You turn your head to the side and let out a string of moans. Jimin isn’t having that though. His hand grabs your face gently and makes you make eye contact with him. Your legs start shaking as your head tilts back moans getting more faster. You finally let out one last one in sync with him, his hot sperm shoots inside of you.

Jimin pulls out, breathing heavily and collapses ontop of you. You let out a small grunt with the sudden extra body upon you, then giggle at him when he lays his head lays against your chest. This is what you wanted. He’s true. He’s sorry. 

‘’ I love you.”

That word surprises you. You weren’t prepared for it. Somehow though, you enjoy the fact that he’s said it to you. Love. Jimin’s love. Your love. 

‘’ I love you much more Jimin.’’ 

[badgirlcovenrep]

omg chenrich prompts? hell yeah!! Okay so how about immediately after the council meeting? Steph taking Alex to the hospital because u KNOW its steph who takes her to get treated

As is expected I got a little carried away 😁

So this is a bit of a mix between chenrich in the hospital and medical grade painkillers Alex lol

Hope you enjoy!

No one could have prepared them for that community meeting. Steph shook all over just to think of Jed luring Alex into the woods. Of him leaving her for dead in some awful mining hole.

It made her so furious. Even hearing him cry, blabbering like a sad shadow of the man she'd known (the man that was all a charismatic lie, showmanship, to hide the disgusting truth) her anger, her hurt was too fresh for the girl to gather any sort of sadness for him.

"I'm sorry, Ryan," Alex repeats, standing at the bar with them.

Ryan is staring, speechless, at his father's crying shadow.

"I'm so sorry-" she tries to take a step forward, but her feet falter, and Alex nearly topples over to the ground, grunting in pain as Steph jumps to hold her elbow and help steady her into the floor once again.

"Fuck, Alex, you need a doctor." Steph insists. But Alex is looking at Ryan with so much concern that she can't get her to move.

"It's not your fault, okay?" Ryan finally speaks, breaking out of whatever haze he'd been in to look back at her, "It's not your fault. I just- need a moment to process all this. Go with Steph, you're hurt."

Alex finally looks at her then, and Steph can feel herself plead with her eyes - because she might not know a lot about these sorts of injuries but she's smart enough to know - just by the way she's swaying back and forth on unsteady feet - they probably have another minute, at most, before Alex collapses.

"You did it." Steph mumbles, voice filling with unbridled pride as well as urgency, touching down Alex's arm to hold her cold hand, "You did it, ok? You can settle down now."

Her brown eyes are hazy, blinking back to Steph with rapidly heavying eyelids.

"Good. That's- That's good." Alex slurs back, the last reminiscent of adrenaline leaking out of her body in a heavy huff, "very, very good-"

Steph barely has a second to process what is happening before Alex's body gives out. By some miracle, she's able to flip her arms around her shoulders just fast enough to stop her from falling to the ground.

****

Pike helps her take Alex to the local hospital before going back to deal with Jed's arrest.

It's a small hospital and probably has about ten rooms, but given that these sorts of things (bad things) rarely ever happen in Haven Springs, they're quickly given a private room, and Alex is just conscient enough (before she passes out from the painkillers) to tell the staff she could stay.

Steph doesn't think she would have left either way. Not without knowing Alex was alright, but it's good to have permission to sit by her as she fluttered in and out of drug-induced, heavy sleep.

The doctor had given her the run-down of the other girl's injuries. Five broken ribs, stage two trauma to the head - probable concussion to be assessed once she was more awake - a punctured lung, internal bleeding all around the ribcage, and a bullet wound to the shoulder.

She was an absolute mess of scars. A walking, breathing miracle.

Steph had heard the doctor talking to the police when she stepped out to get some snacks at the vending machines. "She should be dead." He said, with such conviction and surprise, it made her stomach turn.

Steph felt that she could do nothing but sit by Alex's sleeping form, slowly realizing that she was absolutely screwed. Because she already liked this girl way too much - and God, what a roller-coaster of emotion she'd been put on the last month - but how could she not? When Alex just waltzed into everyone's lives like this determined, selfless little light? When she was so obviously a rare soul, made of so much sweetness, and softness, and strength, Steph doubted she'd ever come across someone like her again?

Looking at the circumstances from the other side now, it seemed as inevitable as any of it.

"I can feel you thinking." Alex's voice startles her out of her thoughts. Steph looks up to meet her tired brown eyes, looking so soft and vulnerable without her glasses and surrounded by clean hospital sheets, "You've been broody lately."

Steph giggles, choking on her own emotion, "Guess I'm still mad about Jed." It's not a lie. She is upset. But there was a lot more than that, more about how her insides swelled with emotion when Alex looked at her - but she leaves it the way it is.

"I forgave him." She shrugs. And Steph knows she did, she was there after all, but that didn't mean the drummer was quite as ready herself.

"Well, I didn't." And maybe that makes her childish - resentful - but she can't take the image of him pointing a gun at Alex out of her head. The image of him pulling the trigger, sending her off to what could very well have been death - "at least you made him cry like a baby."

"Jerk." Alex smiles, eyes squinting back at her in humorous indignation before they slowly turn more vulnerable as she adjusts herself on the mattress, patting the empty space beside her body, "Can you- come lie down with me?"

There's nothing, truly, that Steph would have liked more. She would take any chance of being closer to Alex (and of getting off the uncomfortable hospital chair) but she was also still afraid - still scared something might go wrong and they'd lose her. "Are you sure? You're hurt."

"Please?" Alex pleads, blinking back at her with honest-to-God puppy eyes, even if still a little glassed-over from the amount of Vicodin they were pumping into her veins. For the umpteenth time in the past few days, Steph has even more confirmation that she is screwed.

Because, honestly, there's nothing Alex couldn't get her to do with just a slow blink of her brown eyes.

So she gets up and climbs into bed with her. It's incredibly tight for two people, and they are instantly pressed together as Alex scoots over the pillow so they can look at each other, alone in this hospital room that smelled like industrial-grade detergent.

Alex reaches forward and takes her cheeks between her palms, so very close Steph can't help but catalog all the cuts and bruises covering her face.

"You're so pretty." The girl says, finally, and Steph can hear the tiny slur in her voice. She's probably still drunk on a shit ton of medicine, but it does nothing to stop the drummer from blushing profusely, "you're, really, really pretty. Have I told you that?"

"Hm- yeah you sorta- do that when you're on painkillers." Steph comments, and her eyes can't help but fall to Alex's mouth.

She has a tiny cut on her lower lip, and Steph's fingers itch to touch it. To feel her skin again, like that night on the roof, when she felt so warm and tingly, like a live wire of electricity that could swallow Steph whole. For now, she holds her distance.

"But it's true." Alex pouts, "and you're really hot when you're protective too."

Now that- that was different from anything she'd said before. And when she looks up, the girl realizes Alex's eyes have turned to stare at Steph's lips too.

"Yeah?" She asks, a little too cocky given the situation, but oh well, you can't blame her for the swell of pride that takes over her chest.

"Yeah." Alex teases back, "Thank you. For taking care of me. For being mad at Jed for me- even if you can't do anything about it." Her tone turns sincere, and her eyes flutter everywhere but Steph's face, Alex's dead giveaway that she was trying to hold something back.

"Oh please, I'll rip his mustache off." Steph jokes, because it's her default strategy when she doesn't quite know what to do, "You have lost your right to upstanding citizen facial hair, sir!"

"Fuck, Steph, don't make me laugh." Alex says as a few stolen giggles escape her lips, creating ripples across her shattered chest that made her hiss with pain.

"Shit, I'm sorry." Steph apologizes, and on instinct, she leans closer to run her hands over Alex's arm in reassurance, holding the weight of her body above Alex with her elbow.

From this angle, they were even closer, and Steph was staring at her from above, watching Alex smile at her, head on the pillow and a half-lidded, humorous expression on her face.

"Oh, this is nothing. Just a few cuts compared to my fighting days." She jokes, and Steph's heart is filled with so much concern, so much love for this girl she can't help but fluster with anger.

"Shut up. You're gonna hurt yourself if you don't take it seriously." Steph says, "you're like, seriously hurt, Alex, you could have died."

Steph wants to ask, but Alex's free hand reaches forward and pulls her closer, fist tightening around the collar of her button-up shirt, and suddenly they are so close her hand shakes with the itch to touch her, "See? Protective Steph is so hot."

"I know. I'm sorry." Alex has the decency to look reprimanded, smoothing one hand over Steph's shoulder in a simple act that sends calming waves over Steph's flushed skin, "I'm okay. I promise" she's being sincere, Steph knows she is by the way she frowns slightly in concern. However, there's a quiet, teasing smile spreading across her face.

And Steph honestly used to think she was smooth.

She made girls blush by the minute. Awoke the bisexuality in at least a few of her drunk makeouts on the way from California to here. She used to be a real flirt, ready for anything a pretty girl could throw her way. But sitting here, with her torso half hovering over Alex Chen's body, her tongue feels heavy, and her brain can't conjure a single thing to offer in response.

It's at least a relief that she doesn't say anything, because a second later, Alex is smiling at her with her coy, knowing little smirk, and pulling her in for a kiss.

Steph is far too focused on not crushing her further, very deliberately placing her hands on both sides of her head to better hold her weight, but she still feels the strong, dizzying zap of electricity as Alex's lips touch hers, her lungs filling with liquid, warm waves of emotion.

And maybe, Steph thinks, it'd be fine if she never breathed air again.