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[ed-wwarren]

Ed was a young but a successful one. At least he liked to think so. He was just over twenty-four and had already been taken off street duties and made a detective. He was assigned to work the Vice unit, dealing with gambling, prostitution, trafficking, and drugs. He was told most rookies start out in that department and leave once they get some time and experience under their belt.

So far he wasn’t the biggest fan of working these crimes. Most of the men and women they arrested or tried to help didn’t want anything to do with the police and some even enjoyed their lifestyles. To Ed, it was pointless work. He wanted to work in homicide where he felt he could actually help the victim’s families and make a difference.

But for now, he was stuck here and he would try to make the most of it.

One evening he was called out to a scene behind some beauty parlor. In the alley right off the street a young girl, no more than eighteen or nineteen, who had been arrested for prostitution more times than could be counted on two hands, had been found assaulted and murdered.

When Ed arrived with his partner who insisted on constantly treating him like a child, he was ordered to go speak to one of the best cops who apparently had a witness to the crime sitting in the back of his car while his partner, the asshole, went to look at the body and the scene.

Ed sighed and rubbed his hand down his face before he made his way over to the patrol car the witness was sitting in. This wasn’t supposed to be his job anymore, interviewing witnesses. He was supposed to be at the scene doing the real detective work. So far, this ‘promotion’ was much the same as his other work had been.

@giftedclairvoyance

[emotionalmessss]

Diabolical Dealings

A/N: first time writing Shigaraki, I tried my best. I probably neglected Dabi a little too much and made Shigaraki absolutely disgusting. This was wayyy longer than I intended. No beta read, non-canon plot (ish).

Synopsis: reader is a police officer and stumbles into something she shouldn't have. Dabi x Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: where do I even start lol. Heavy non-con, humiliation, implied murder, kinda violence/blood, shigaraki is gross (sorry), implied kidnapping, yandere (kinda?), spit, forced orgasm, oral, threesome. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Word count: 10.2K

A gust of wind whistled across your face, making your eyes flutter shut as dirt and stray newspapers skidded along the sidewalk. Despite the frigid air that enveloped your body within seconds - you were boiling hot. Your skin was coated in a thin layer of sweat, dripping over your furrowed brow and down to the pavement. It was shortly after twelve in the morning and you had just begun your nightly rounds of your assigned area. It was cold and dark. Your path is barely illuminated by the flickering street lights and LED store signs. It was only enough to see a couple yards in front of you, everything else hidden by the eerie shadows of darkness. 

There were hundreds of other things you’d rather be doing right now; staying home with a microwavable meal on your lap while you watched your favorite show was one of them. Being called in and roaming the streets was last on your list of things to do on a Friday night. 

Your phone rang an hour ago while you were occupying your time being curled up on the couch, with a hot bowl of curry beside you. You had just begun to settle down, only to get interrupted. 

You knew you had to answer when you saw the Chief’s caller ID reflect onto your gloomy face. 

Begrudgingly, you answered. His voice was stressed when he asked if you could come in for the night, explaining that there had been a few more attacks than usual tonight, and that the Heroes needed the extra hands to apprehend the villains they defeated. 

Reluctantly, you agreed. You weren’t a fan of working nights and opted for working days to lessen the hassle of transporting villains back to headquarters, where they would be dealt with before they were shipped off to Tarturus. It was a relatively easy job during the day, but the night only amplified the difficulty. With limited civilians and heroes, you had to be extra cautious.

If it wasn’t your deep admiration and dedication to the job - you would’ve said no. But alas, here you were, fulfilling your duties in the dead of night. 

“How are you holding up, (last name)?” A muffled voice filtered through your radio, startling you slightly as you reached to unclip it from your belt. 

You backed up towards a brick wall, casting a few glances around before you answered your partner. “I’m fine. Doing one final sweep before I head over to Endeavor and Jeanist.” You radioed back. “Are you alright?” 

“Relax, (last name). You’re doing great.” You thought the shake in your voice was hidden by your false sense of confidence, but your partner saw straight through the mask. “I’m catching up with Gum soon. Almost finished my rounds too.” 

You sighed, closing your eyes and wiping the sweat from your forehead. You were too tired for this shit. You wanted to meet up with Endeavor and Jeanist, sooner rather than later. They were Pros and had quirks, unlike yourself. Better yet, you just wanted to finish the assignment and retreat back to the safety of your apartment.  

“(last name)? Are you there?” He asked, your shaky hands clinging to the small device as your brain kicked back in to register his words. 

“Sorry, I’m here.” You swallowed. “That’s good. We’ll meet up later? Maybe grab a coffee after the shift change?” You perked up, knowing how desperate your body was for some liquid fuel right about now. 

“You bet your fucking ass we will. Radio me if you need anything. I’ll be around.” He buzzed out, leaving nothing but the sound of static sizzling in the air. 

You clipped your radio back to your belt, still resting against the bricks to give your tired feet a chance to recuperate. You’re doing great. You’re doing great. You’re going to be fine. Everything is okay. You repeated the reassurances in your mind, forcing yourself to calm down. 

You pushed yourself up, brushing out the crinkles that formed in your uniform and started to press on. The sound of your footsteps echoed as you walked along the pavement, your head turning to give quick glances down the alleyways and side streets. Nothing out of the ordinary caught your attention, which seemed strange considering the Chief explicitly said tonight was unusually active. 

You chalked it up to the increased presence of the heroes, knowing that most small-time villains would avoid these areas because of them. They never lingered in one place for too long. The fear of catching the attention of a Pro and getting apprehended usually deterred them. Granted, it wasn’t out of ordinary for a smaller villain to test their luck and linger about anyways. They usually opted for petty crimes like vandalism and theft, which would make for quick escapes if needed. There was no shortage of those types, unfortunately. 

Despite this, you noticed there wasn’t much of a disturbance tonight. You certainly weren’t complaining, but the anxiety continued to gnaw in the back of your head. You were specifically on edge since there was so little happening in your area. That could mean one or two things; the heroes scared all of them away, or that there was a bigger threat lurking about. 

Villains were similar in their enjoyment of public disturbance, wreaking havoc, and causing panics. But not all Villains were the same. The ones that committed thought-out malicious crimes usually deterred the pettier Villains. There’s always bigger fish in the ocean.           

But what would you know? You weren’t an expert, but you had picked up on a few things from your years in the field. Your skilled understanding of villains kept you alive, but you weren’t going to gamble with it.  

You’re doing great. You’re doing great. You repeated, changing the subject in your mind to something a little more pragmatic. You weren’t about to ruin your streak of luck with your panicked thoughts. You continued on, looking forward to the coffee stop you promised your partner. You hoped that when you met up with Endeavor and Jeanist, that they’d just send you off home, but those chances were slim. 

You’re doing great. You’re doing great. You hummed to yourself as you rounded a corner, poking your head out to give a quick check. 

“I’m not wasting my time on these pieces of trash. They make for better kindling than recruits.” You heard a deep voice rasp from afar. The sound came from afar and echoed off the tall brick walls, which made it even more difficult to distinguish.  

A civilian? You thought, furrowing your brows. Maybe? But why would they be wandering in an alley at this time of night? They didn’t sound too friendly either. You gripped onto the edge of the wall, tilting your head in the direction of the barely audible voice. 

“Can’t be surprised, this world is rotting from the inside and it makes me sick.” The second voice was higher pitched and much more strained than the first. 

Your subconscious must have realized that they were a threat before your mind could, because you felt a tingle run down your spine and goosebumps crawl up your neck. Definitely not friendly.  

You could hear the first man scoff and what sounded like footsteps, but nothing else. It appeared that they were retreating deeper into the alley to continue their conversation. You weren’t too keen on the idea of finding out where they were going - or what they were doing. Deciding that it was better to not push your luck, you backed away from the entrance and reached for your radio. 

You weren’t a detective, and you weren’t about to start acting like one just because you were curious. You needed to radio your partner and inform him immediately on what you stumbled upon, even if you weren’t sure what you found. They could just be some lowly villains, but you had a protocol to follow. 

Moving further away from the opening and deeming yourself to be at a safe distance, you pulled out your radio. 

“Sam?” You whispered, bringing the device up with shaky fingers. “Are you there?” 

There was a hiss of static in response and you slapped your palm over the speaker. 

“Sam?” You asked again, your voice sounding a little more desperate as you waited for a response. It couldn’t be helped, but you were beginning to feel a little anxious. It wasn’t like him to leave you hanging like this, especially for a night like this. He made it a habit to always pick up when you called. 

There was an off chance that he was caught up in dealing with something, but you wanted nothing more than to hear him say anything. You rested your forehead on the tips of your fingers, letting out a shaky breath. Your mind wanted to be rational with the thoughts, but you couldn’t help the overwhelming sense of worry at his silence. 

Swallowing hard, you decided this was something you were going to have to deal with later. It would be better off to ignore the rest of your sweep and just meet back up later. “If you can hear this, I’m making my way back over to everyone. There w-” 

A sudden burst of blue flame erupted from the alley beside you, catching you off guard and forcing a scream out of your throat. Your radio slipped from your fingers and crashed onto the pavement, cracking from the blow. You narrowly dodged the attack - your legs reacting before your mind could even fully process the situation.You hit the ground hard but corrected yourself by rolling onto your knees and into a crouching stance. Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest as it started to pump faster at the wall of fire next to you. If you were a few seconds slower, then your entire side would have been fried. 

The muscles in your chest grew tight with each breath, forcing you into a state of hyperventilation. Move. Now! Your nerves ignited with a fury of terror and forced you out of your frozen state. You scrambled to your feet in less than a second and bolted down the sidewalk without a second thought. Heroes. Get to the heroes. You no longer cared about how loud your footsteps were, since whoever attacked you knew exactly where you had been. You were positive that if they wanted to kill you, they would’ve. They wanted you to run, and you were going to do just that. 

If it weren’t for the fear, you surely would have collapsed. You never ran faster in your life till now and you didn’t stop, even when your lungs started to burn and ache. You had to keep going. That fire quirk was a long ranged attack, which was bad as is. You didn’t want to waste time dwelling on catching your breath. 

The muscles in your legs strained as you bolted down the sidewalk, pumping them as fast as they would allow. Your breathing was uneven, borderline hyperventilating due to your climbing fear. The adrenaline was enough to keep you going, passing by several side streets and alleys as you tried to put some distance between yourself and your assailant. 

You wiped your eyes, which were stinging with sweat and momentarily blinding you. 

“Where ya’ going in such a rush, doll?” The voice sounded bored, uninterested really. 

You skidded to a stop, feet sliding against the pavement in attempts to slow yourself. Your gaze moved up to follow where the sound was coming from, noticing a man resting lazily against an alleyway entrance. Your eyes widened and your lips parted to let out a surprised puff of air. You were not expecting the man to catch up to you so quickly, let alone be in front of you. This certainly took you by surprise and you felt yourself take a precautionary step backwards.

He held out a singular finger with a blue flame hovering at the tip of it, flicking his eyes back and forth between you and the subtle glow. You could barely make out his features, only a hint of light being emitted from his index. You did, however, notice the textured skin that was stapled together with the living skin. It couldn’t be. You thought as another wave of panic rushed over you. 

He must have noticed your realization because you saw him smirk wildly before extinguishing the flame in his fist. 

Engulfed in darkness, you turned and sprinted away. Your body once again acted on impulse as you ducked into the alley beside you. No. You weren’t going to die. You thought. This wasn’t going to be your end. You promised your partner that you would have coffee together. You promised to visit your parents more. You still had your whole life ahead of you. You weren’t going to die . 

With as much speed as your body could handle, you ran deeper into the dark unknown. You knew that you had to get back to the Pros, but whether or not you’d be able to was inconclusive. Your main focus was escaping, but it seemed easier said than done. Nonetheless, you carried on, jumping over stray bags of garbage and debris. 

The sound of your thumping footsteps were loud, but your heart hammering against your rib cage was even louder. The organ pumped viciously to fuel your aching limbs with blood, even reaching up to thud in your ear canal. It was only when your eyes landed on a second shadow emerging from the darkness that you spun back around. No. This wasn’t happening. Your feet slid out from under you at the sudden movement, but you quickly corrected yourself, spinning on your heels and darting back towards the mouth of the alley. You ran blindly, in hopes of getting away from both assailants.  

You glanced back, noting the shadow stalking after you. No. He wasn’t in a rush. He was taking his time chasing you. His pace was slow and intimidating, purposely drawing out every ounce of fear that he could produce from you. It was only then when you realized your mistake. Your attention returned to the freedom which was illuminated by the flickering street lights. You were just shy of reaching it, maybe a few meters or so. You can do this.  The dim light faded as a large figure stepped in front of it, blocking the exit and causing you to gasp. Fuck! Your body was moving fast - too fast for you to stop yourself in time.  

The man made no sound as you collided head on with his body, dull pain shot up your chest, making you yell out in surprise. Instinctively, you tried to pull away, fear fuelling your body into clawing and fighting back. His arm wrapped around your waist and tugged you closer, holding you still against him. His other hand grabbed a hold of your flailing wrist, keeping it planted against his chest in some sort of stance that could only be compared to two lovers embracing. 

“Let go of me!” You whined, only to feel his grip tighten. 

You looked up at him with widened eyes, finally getting a good view of him. You really wished you hadn’t. Your eyes scanned over his face, noting all the scar tissue he had beneath his eyes and along his jawline. The damaged skin was stapled together with the healthy parts, creating some sort of ugly patchwork job. It was also the first time you had been this close to him, and you never realized just how warm he actually was. He heated your skin up like a furnace, warmth seeping out of his clothes and into yours. 

Dabi. You heard about him, or rather, read. His pictures were plastered all over the newspapers in Japan. 

One side of his lips curled upwards as he looked down his nose at you. You couldn’t tell if he was smirking or snarling at you, but you didn’t really care. You began writhing in his grasp. You kicked at his shins and punched his chest with your free hand, attempting to twist out of his hold. 

He didn’t even flinch at your attacks, his only reaction was to laugh at you. His chest rumbled as he kept you pinned, sending a wave of nausea up to your throat. Your face twisted up in anguish, gasping as you placed a hand onto his chest to shove him off. He was hot. So hot . 

“Let go of me!” You repeated again.  

Seeing how your punches weren’t doing much - you opted for crying out and raking your nails down his chest, catching and pulling on his staples. This time, he let out a low hiss and let go of your waist, moving to grab your other wrist to stop your assault. 

“Aren’t you a little treat.” He rasped. His eyes narrowed down to yours, turquoise orbs watching as you tried to take a step back, so you were no longer touching him. He didn’t seem to care for your distaste, knowing that there wasn’t anything for you to do. 

You gave him a frightened look, brows pulling together as you looked up at him. You had seen him in the newspapers before, but he was even more terrifying up close. His staples reflected in the moonlight, and his eyes were practically glowing. While he was looking at you with a lazy expression - you could see hints of something you couldn’t quite place. Excitement? Boredom?   There wasn’t much time for you to contemplate your next moves, because he was already spinning you around. His chest pressed into your back, while your arms were twisted across your torso, effectively pinning you. 

It took you a couple seconds to stabilize yourself, blinking rapidly as you tried to adjust your swaying vision. The fear crawled up your esophagus, threatening to drown you as you became overwhelmed with terror. Calm. Calm. You repeated in your head. Slipping into a panic attack would do little good in your situation, but managing your nervous system was always a challenging task.  

“Relax, doll, I got you.” Dabi’s words provided you no comfort - instead, adding fuel to your hysterics. 

Your attention snapped back to the end of the alley when you heard a second set of footsteps approaching. Dabi and your fear kept you facing forward as the second figure sauntered towards you. Pale blue shaggy hair was the first thing you noticed, along with the vibrant red shoes that stuck out like a sore thumb in the darkness. You couldn’t really see his eyes, which were blocked by his mop of hair, but you knew that he was staring right at you. His steps reverberated around you - each syllable striking more fear in your heart. It felt like you were counting down the moments to your demise, unable to stop the shiver rolling down your spine. Instinctively, you inched backwards, a pitiful attempt of escape that only drew you closer into Dabi. Your back pressed into his chest, so close that you could feel every grove and staple on him. 

The man in front continued honing in on the two of you with precision and intent. Granted, you would have fought sooner if you weren’t so trapped in a daze. However, as the figure became clearer in your line of sight - your eyes settled upon his arms, which were covered by hands that were severed at the wrist. Shigaraki. Reality came crashing down on your head like a ton of bricks. Your nerves coming back with a vengeance - lighting up with such a ferocious drive that you bucked back into Dabi. 

“Looks like we’ve caught ourselves a little mouse.” Shigaraki snickered. He halted his movements, hands placed inside his pockets as he studied you. His eyes trailed up and down your figure, as if he were trying to gauge whether or not you were truly a threat. With your cowering expression and quivering form - it was obvious that you weren’t. You were a poor little cop, just trying to get through a shift, and had the back luck of stumbling into something you shouldn’t have. Stupid girl. 

You knew the full extent of how much danger you were in right now, the terror creeping into your bloodstream and controlling every aspect of your being. No matter how many hours of briefing and training you had received, you couldn’t ever be prepared enough to handle this. Part of you prayed that your partner - no, the Heroes - would come to your rescue. You knew this wasn’t a situation you could handle on your own, it never was to begin with. 

Beneath the mess of hair, his red eyes were almost glowing as looked down at you, mixing with both disinterest and disgust.You inched back slightly, as if the few centimeters would actually protect you from whatever they were going to do. It was a weak attempt that only drew you closer to Dabi - who merely glanced down his nose at you.

Dabi could practically feel the terror radiate off you as he held you, knowing fully that you were thinking of every possible outcome. He noticed you had been shaking before, but with Shigaraki closing the distance on you, your body was almost vibrating as you pushed yourself flush against him. It was entertaining in a sense - you were so scared of Shigaraki that you resorted to gluing onto him for refuge.     

“I don’t think she likes you very much. She’s shaking like a leaf.” Dabi bent down closer to you as he spoke, but his words were not intended for you, instead they were directed at Shigaraki. 

“Are you scared of Shigaraki, doll?” You can feel his nose prod into the side of your head as he continues to taunt you. 

Your body stiffens but you don’t give him a response. You were absolutely horrified. But you feared that displaying any more emotion would further instigate the situation. You could only pray that they just wanted to freak you out a bit, and then hopefully let you go. However, the instincts in your gut and the way they were both looking at you told you otherwise. 

“That’s too bad, isn’t it? ” Shigaraki caught your attention as he scratched his neck, eyes boring down onto yours. You swallowed hard and forced yourself to stare back, watching as his blunt nails raked down the dry skin of his neck. “She brought this on herself by meddling in things that don’t concern her.” He looked up to Dabi for a brief second, silently communicating something you couldn’t understand till the last moment. 

Oh, no. You repressed a shudder as Shigaraki looked back down at you, the scar on his lips twitching as he smirked.  

Before you could respond - or even blink for that matter, Dabi released your arms and shoved you towards his leader. Your arms shot out in attempts to brace yourself as your feet tripped up beneath you, unable to keep pace with the sudden force. A tiny gasp slipped past your lips as you fell forward and into Shigaraki. This is it . You thought. Your eyes slammed shut as you awaited for the embrace of death, expecting to be turned to dust as soon as he touched you.  

But you didn’t. 

Instead, you found his arms encircled around your waist, pinkies raised to prevent the accidental use of his quirk. You let out a puff of air as your cheek sandwiched against his chest, instantly engulfed with the odor of musk. With your arms completely immobilized between his body and yours - you couldn’t pry yourself away. 

“Please. Let me go. I d-didn’t hear or see anything.” You sucked in a shaky breath as you began to plead for mercy. Inadvertently, you sniffed the material that you were pressed against, letting out a strangled cough at the rancid smell that belonged to Shigaraki. Your face scrunched up with such distaste and anguish that even Dabi noticed. 

“She really doesn’t like you, eh? Just look at her. She looks like she’s going to puke.” Dabi chuckled at your expression, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket.  

You peered back at the flame Villain, almost as if you were trying to beg him to help. Silently, you tried to bargain for your life, casting a teary-eyed glance to Dabi. You knew this was futile, but you were willing to do just about anything to get away from Shigaraki and his destructive hands. Dabi barely gave you a second look, but knew instantly what you were trying to do. He kept his face impassive as he ignored your non-verbal pleas. There was no way he was going to help you in any way. 

You whimpered, turning away when you realized there would be no sympathy from him. Obviously. Instead, you managed to press your palms flat and hard into Shigaraki’s stomach, pushing lightly in hopes of creating some much needed distance between your body and his. 

“Is that right?” Shigaraki hummed and jerked you closer to him, seeing your fight as merely an annoyance rather than a threat. Your elbows buckled and you crashed into his body again. “The pretty little cop wants to get away from the disgusting villain?” He gritted as he felt the side of his neck prickle with an itch, the anger beginning to surface at your obvious revulsion of him. 

He’d gotten used to the disgusted and false pity stares that society condemned him to - but there was something about your pretentious attitude that irked and made him itch incessantly. The pitiful look on your face reminded him a little too much of how corrupt this world was and how much he wanted to destroy it all. It was clear to him that you absentmindedly aligned yourself with the same views of the Heroes - like a little puppy, blindly following orders from its master. Shigaraki’s thoughts were cruel as he conjured up ways to make you squeal like the pig you were. 

With a sadistic grin, his fingers reach towards your chin, gripping it between his thumb and index before tilting your head up to meet his gaze. You noticed he had rings of dry skin around his red eyes and lips, which were peeling, cracked, and had a scar straight across. It had to be a side effect of his quirk - something his body used as a coping mechanism. The sight of him brought you no comfort as you tried to wiggle out of his hold again, pushing at his torso with your palms when he lowered his head to your ear. 

“Careful now. You wouldn’t want all my fingers to accidentally touch you with all that squirming, now would you?” He drummed his fingers against your waist, timing it perfectly so that all five of his pale fingers wouldn’t come into contact with you. “It’s not a nice way to go, officer. Trust me, I’ve seen it.”

Your blood ran cold as you stilled yourself, paralyzed by his words and the feeling of his fingers thudding carefully against you. With one simple change in rhythm, you’d be dead. The thought of your life dangling in the arms of a murdering psychopath didn’t do any good for your state of mind. And neither did the sudden feeling of his lips pressing into your hair, which had come undone from its usual ponytail - thick locks tumbling out to frame your pretty face. 

“Oh, god. Please, just let me go.” You whispered, wide-eyed and begging.  

Shigaraki snickered at your frozen form and took his opportunity in making you feel uncomfortable. His nose poked against the side of your head as he took a deep breath in, shuddering at both the scent of your lingering shower products and your soft mewl of desperation. 

“I radioed my partner and he knows where I am. He’ll be here any minute now with backup. Please, let me go and no one has to get hurt.” You found yourself using a new tactic, one you hoped would buy you your freedom.  

Shigaraki snorted, blowing a puff of air into your hair. “Radio?” 

“It wouldn’t happen to be the same one I saw a few blocks back would it, doll?” Dabi spoke up suddenly. “The shattered one?” He teased with a knowing smile. 

Your body stiffened in Shigaraki’s arms and you swallowed. “Yes, that’s the one. It's a protocol for all of us to be in constant communication about our whereabouts. He knows exactly where I am.” You lied smoothly, keeping your face as neutral as you could. 

“I don’t think your partner, or anyone for that matter, will be coming for ya’.” Dabi pressed on, leaning lazily against the bricks as he eyed you. 

“You’re wrong. Sam will be-” You made the unfortunate mistake of saying his name, too wound up to stop yourself in time.  

Shigaraki started laughing suddenly, pulling his face away from you as he let out an unhinged cackle. Confusion washed over your features and you paused, unnerved by the high pitched sound from above you. 

“Saving you? Is that what you think?” Shigaraki’s voice was lowering in pitch as he calmed himself from his laughter. “You poor thing.” He mocked. “He couldn’t even save himself. It’s pathetic if you ask me!”

Within seconds, your demeanor had morphed into complete and utter hysterics upon hearing those words. You shook your head violently, fat tears beginning to gather in your eyes as you tried to come to grips with reality. 

“What? No. You’re lying. That can’t be…” You whispered as your head began to swirl with apprehension.  

“Did you wanna know how Sam cried and begged for his life before I decayed him? Choking and clawing at his own throat.” Shigaraki continued, his lips pulling into a manic smile as he watched the tears roll down your cheeks. 

“You’d think someone sworn to protect and serve the public would put up more of a fight, but no!” He took the chance to mock your employment motto with glee, shuddering at your look of despair. 

“Geez, you really are an ass.” Dabi mumbled with a roll of his eyes. Whether or not Dabi thought Shigaraki was pushing you too far was irrelevant, because in his own twisted sense - he was enjoying it. 

Shigaraki was too occupied by your suffering to pay Dabi any mind. 

“You’re fucking insane! He was a good-” 

“Good or bad, you and heroes still thrive on violence, just like us. Only difference being that the Heroes are filled with empty ideologies and a false sense of justice that make them foolishly believe that they’re society’s guardians. it's disgusting .” His voice ascended in pitch as he spit the words out like they were poison. 

You had been staring blindly at your feet as Shigaraki tormented you with his words. Despite your unmoving stance, your vision swam and clouded with tears. You could barely keep yourself upright as you tried to clear your head. It felt like you were drowning. The muscles in your throat tightened with each swallow. Gone, your partner was gone. Every fiber in your body wanted you to run, scream, and cry, but you remained still and unmoving. 

Oddly enough, the sadness in your body began to shift into something more akin to rage. It felt like the switch inside your brain had flipped and you were overwhelmed with cool, shivering hatred. It was all too much. Shigaraki’s hands are still grasping onto you and Dabi’s cool eyes are studying you, but you feel a drift from your body, as if you were just an onlooker. 

Murderers. They were murderers.  

For the first time in your life, you felt your resolve crumble. You wanted them dead. You wanted them to suffer. They didn’t deserve to be walking and breathing, when your partner was a pile of dust in one of these alleys. He didn’t deserve to die, but they did .  

“All quiet now aren’t-” 

“What would a villain know about justice? You murdered an innocent man!” You spat, craning your neck to glare right at him. Shigaraki glanced back down at you, not expecting you to speak. “Destruction follows everywhere you go; killing, stealing, and thriving on fear you cause. And you’re delusional enough to think we’re disgusting?” You hissed up at him with so much anger that your body shook. “We protect-” 

You screeched when a hand weaved through your hair, suddenly jolting your head back to an unnatural angle. Your neck strained in this position, feeling as if the bones would snap if you didn’t follow his movements. Your pupils blew wide as Shigaraki leered over you and seethed with anger, his extended pinky shaking as he looked to be fighting the urge to dust you. His jaw was clenched as his wild eyes locked onto you. Still angry, you repressed the urge to spit in his face. 

“It seems like you’ve forgotten who’s in charge here. You better tread carefully bitch, I’ve killed people for less.” He sneered as his grip tightened to make his point. “You’re stuck living in a fairy tale, unable to see the corruption and rot that your system has caused.” Droplets of spit hit your face as he spoke, rutting his hips against your own to gain back the upperhand in this situation. He wasn’t about to let some idiotic brat like you outsmart him. No. He was the one in charge here. He had all the power. And he was going to make sure you knew it.   

Dabi sighed, wanting to speak up before Shigaraki lost complete control and decided to dust you. “The Heroes will fall from their pedestals, even if we have to knock them down one by one.” 

You kept your eyes locked with Shigaraki, challenging him silently. You were certainly playing with fire right now, but your mouth was operating on its own accord, not even the lingering threat of turning to dust able to stop the words from coming out. 

“The only ones who will fall are y-” 

Your voice cut short as Shigaraki sloppily collided his mouth with yours. The awkward action took you by surprise and you gasped against him. Instantly, you were swarmed with his stale breath and cracked lips, planting your fists onto his chest to push him away. He groaned into you and you could tell he was unskilled by the way he messily moved his lips and prodded you with his tongue. The kiss was wet and warm, liquid building up in your tear ducts as you squirmed violently. You had emotional whiplash at the situation, as you were positive he was itching to kill you just a few moments ago, and now he was slobbering all over your mouth. 

You caught his bottom lip between your teeth and bit down hard . The skin broke beneath the pressure, your mouth immediately filling up with the bitter taste of his blood as it pooled onto your tongue. 

Shigaraki released your hair with a feral growl. It was his turn to be surprised at your brazen behavior, stepping back slightly as his fingers touched his chin before examining the liquid dribbling down his chin. 

You glared back at him and against your better nature, you spat the remaining blood in your mouth, hitting the pavement near his feet. “You’re nothing but a petulant little child - crying and whining when you don’t get your way. It’s pathetic.” You hissed, wiping your chin with the back of your hand.   

Shigaraki looked at you through rage filled eyes. He should have expected this reaction from you, but figured that you were more bark than actual bite. His chest rising and falling at a pace that indicated he was ready to kill. He could feel every nerve in his body buzzing with adrenaline and anger, aching to pounce and watch your body crumble to dust. Oh, he was going to make you regret that.  

“You’re in trouble now, little bitch. I’ll bring you to heel like I should’ve done from the start.” His lips pulled back into a snarl as he stepped forward. 

You could see the malicious glee radiate from his darkened gaze, forcing you to take a step back to avoid it. He could’ve caught you in a mere second, but he found pleasure in your look of anger quickly turning into fear as he matched your retreating steps. Shigaraki could practically feel the anxiety coming off your body in waves, sending a sickening shudder down his back. He didn’t usually find pleasure in anything besides destruction and death, but there was something about you that made him want to savor this - despite your bratty demeanor and fake brave facade. 

He giggled - high pitched and threatening as he advanced on your trembling form. He never found close contact to particularly be one of his favorites, but he’d make an exception just for you. Shigaraki knew there was no escape for you, which was emphasized by Dabi creeping forwards. 

“Get away from me, freak!” You shrieked out of surprise, too focused on Shigaraki closing in on you to notice that Dabi had settled behind you again. 

He wasn’t going to let crusty have all the fun, that just wouldn’t do.    

“Ah, ah ah. You aren’t thinking of running again are you, doll?” Dabi rasped and you instinctively spun around to face him, meeting his crooked smirk with a grimace of your own. 

Dabi stepped forward suddenly, and you stumbled back, brain swimming before you realized Shigaraki was directly behind you now. He took this opportunity to catch you by the collar of your uniform, all five fingers coming into contact with the soft fabric. The material instantly began to unravel and disintegrate into thin air, leaving you in nothing but your bra and a thin layer of dust. 

“What are you doing!” You cried out, backing away into the wall between them. Your hands covered your chest in attempts to protect your modesty. Your breathing only escalated at this point, your bare chest doing little to hide the rise and fall of your panicked state.

Both men scan over you, but it's the feral look in Shagaraki’s eyes that scare you the most. You back against the wall, leaning away as he takes slow paces towards you. He hated you, you knew that, but there was a lingering appearance of longing hidden deep within his crimson eyes. It was terrifying when he was angry, since it was so clearly displayed, but this was something completely different. This lustful expression was chilling, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. 

Shigaraki continued until he was only a few inches in front of you, his ebony fingers reaching out to touch your face. His gaze followed the swell of your breasts for a moment, before settling back up to your face. You thought your heart was about to explode out of your chest when you watched Shigaraki’s tongue wet his dry lips. He didn’t need to say anything for you to understand this action, and you started to feel light headed. Your hand balled up into a white-knuckled fist, pulling back slowly to hit his smug face. 

Dabi must have had an idea of what you were about to do, because he launched forward and caught your wrist, ending your attempt prematurely with a click of his tongue.  

“As much as I would’ve loved to see that, I don’t think it would be wise, doll.” Dabi wrenched your arm back down to your side and placed himself behind you - standing guard with his hands on your shoulders, in case you decided to try it again. 

Sandwiched between the two villains, Shigaraki grinned as he moved to run his hands along your waist, his pinkies rising just above your shivering skin. “If you don’t drop that attitude, I’ll have to force it out of you, sweetheart.” You much preferred when he called you a bitch, or anything besides that sick term of endearment. 

You held yourself straight, begrudgingly allowing his fingers to trace small patterns. You focused on keeping your face straight and looking directly past him as if he weren’t even there. Shigaraki noticed this and became slightly annoyed at your ignorance. This just wouldn’t do. His palm rested flat against the material of your bra, dusting it just like he had done with your shirt. 

A soft sound rumbled in your throat and your eye twitched, but otherwise you said nothing. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You chanted to yourself, repeating the reassuring words to ground yourself. 

Dabi laughed. “Stubborn little thing isn’t she?” He settled his chin in the crook of your neck, causing you to try and shift away, which succeeded in little as Dabi wrapped his hand around your throat. “It looks like we’re gonna have to show ya’ some manners, doll.”

“She’ll learn.” Shigaraki tipped your jaw up with a single finger, watching you through his lashes.  

“Don’t touch me.” Shigaraki crouched down, his face level with your stomach. He paid no attention to you as he pressed his tongue flat against your stomach, feeling you shrink back and let out a sharp exhale. 

Wet, hot trails of saliva littered up your torso as he dragged the muscle all over your skin. You did your best to remain still at his assault - commanding your body to adhere to your orders had never been such a struggle till now. You had been managing fine, until you felt his tongue prod closer to the top lining of your jeans. The appendage was too close for your liking, resulting in your hips unconsciously shifting backwards from the searing heat.  

Dabi let out a pained groan when your ass came into contact with his erection. The brief contact made him twitch and his hand tighten around your neck. He watched you out of the corner of his eye, noticing that you were biting your lip. With his free hand, he pushed the stray hairs away and settled his lips against the curve of your neck. You had been so focused on Shigaraki that you nearly forgot about him - jumping slightly as he pressed open mouthed kisses at the base of your neck. 

While the action was not welcomed, the feeling of his lips against your skin made your head fall back into his shoulder. Satisfied with your reaction, Dabi let out a breathless laugh. You could feel the moisture of his breath on your neck, making your eyes flutter shut. 

Shigaraki peaked up at you, grinning devilishly as he moved to grab your breasts. His thumbs ran over your peaked nipples before he latched his mouth onto one of them. His tongue flicked over the sensitive skin, causing you to push your chest closer to him. Shigaraki hummed to himself, hollowing out his cheeks to leave dark bruises. He couldn’t hold back the saliva that pooled in his mouth and instead, he let it collect all over your skin. He’d make sure you’d regret calling him disgusting. 

“Stop that!” You snapped your head downwards to glare at Shigaraki - narrowly missing Dabi’s head in the process. 

Shigaraki pulled away with a giggle, a line of spit connecting his lips to your nipple. “And what makes you so confident to tell me what to do?” He stood to his full height now, towering over you and causing you to bump back into Dabi. “The pretty little cop, all alone with the ugly villains, thinking she can give demands.” Five fingers skimmed across your pants, making them crumble to another pile of dust at your feet. 

Your eyes met with Shigaraki, who let out another snort of a laugh. “Don’t move now, I’d hate to ruin the fun by accidentally killing you.” He teased, his fingers looping under the band of your panties as he pulled them down your legs. 

His fingers skimmed down your thighs to prove his point, and he began to kiss and lick at your skin, noticing that you were trembling now. With your panties out of the way, he brought them up to his nose and sniffed at the center, his eyes shutting at your tangy odor. You almost keeled over at the sight below you, but Dabi kept you upright with a sharp tug.   

“You’re not keeping those are you, creep?” Dabi asked, his lips curling back at Shigaraki’s actions. 

“Shut up and hold her still, crispy.” He shot back, tucking the last piece of clothing you wore into his pocket with an annoyed growl.  

Dabi rolled his eyes and reached around to grab onto your waist, steadying you as Shigaraki lifted your leg up. You swayed slightly and took hold of Dabi’s forearm, your nails digging into his coat as you tried to balance yourself. 

“I got ya’, relax.” He spoke, annoyance riddled in his voice. 

Shigaraki moved his attention to your cunt, which you tried to hide by shuffling your foot inwards. He didn’t mind nor care for your refusal, noting that he would deal with it later. He was too consumed with lust and excitement, drool beginning to pool on his tongue at the sight of your mound. 

“You sick fuck. You’re not act-” Shigaraki gave you no time to protest as he dove mouth first into your cunt. He latched onto you, his tongue awkwardly poked around at your folds, almost like he didn’t quite know what he was doing. Nonetheless, the sudden intrusion caught you by surprise, causing you to snap your jaw shut. 

You could feel his lips curve upwards, the taste of you sending a spike of blood to the tip of his cock. His mouth moved messily against you, sucking in attempts to get more of that sweetness he craved. It was pure bliss. He never imagined you’d taste this good.  

His tongue swept up to your clit, which caused you to flinch. He repeated the motion again, this time circling harder over it. You keened into his mouth, involuntarily letting out a small moan at the feeling. Shigaraki snickered against you, focusing his assault on that same spot which made you flutter and gasp. He propped your leg further up, gaining better access to the gathering heat of your pussy. 

“Oh, god. S-stop-” You blubbered, arching back. 

The sound of your whimpers and soaking heat made him growl, he wanted nothing more than to replay those pretty sounds over and over. His face pressed harder into you, quickly learning where to focus his tongue to make you cry out and gush over his mouth. Your lips parted into an ‘O’ as your hips unconsciously bucked into his face, taking Shigaraki by surprise at your sudden eagerness. 

His tongue lapped over your clit a few more times before he buried it into your hole, tasting and sucking the slick that dribbled out. This time, you moaned louder. Shigaraki sucked and lapped at you, drawing out noises that you’d never thought would come out of you. You could feel just how wet you were getting, the skin of your cheeks flushed with a bright blush, stinging beneath your eyes as you soaked his face. 

“That’s it, doll. Let it all out.” Dabi began kneading the flesh of your breast as he cooed softly in your ear. His own erection was straining against the front of his pants, poking you in your rear each time you moved. 

Shigaraki placed two bony fingers at your entrance before shoving them in hard and fast. His knuckles slammed into you as he fully sheathed himself inside, drawing out a sharp cry. You were not prepared for this and you felt yourself clamp down hard. He continued to slurp at your clit, enjoying the feeling of his fingers barely fitting. He pulled his fingers out slowly, watching his fingers shine bright with your slick. 

“You’re pretty soaked for someone who doesn’t want this.” He examined his scissoring fingers, slick connecting his pale digits together before he licked them clean. “You like my ugly face buried in your sweet cunt, don’t you?” Shigaraki placed a chaste kiss on your thigh.  

“How’s that ego doing now?” Dabi teased, pinching hard at your nipples. “You’re gushing all over that creep.”  

You gritted your teeth together in humiliation. You didn’t know if it was Shigaraki’s or Dabi’s taunting that sent you over the edge. Either way, it was Dabi who was going to suffer. You snapped your head back to connect with Dabi’s chin, eliciting a sickening crack at the sudden contact. He didn’t expect you to pull such a stunt, especially now of all times. He let out a deep snarl of anger that vibrated against your back, before releasing his hold on you. 

“How’s your face?” You hissed back, struggling to keep yourself steady. The rattling in your skull didn’t help your now wavering balance, as you were still standing on one leg. 

Even with your pussy hovering only a few inches in front of his leader - you were still acting like a brat. Dabi glanced at Shigaraki, who was watching you closely before nodding towards Dabi.  

“Down, bitch.” Dabi growled. 

Simultaneously, Dabi kicked the back of your knee with his booted foot and Shigaraki let go of your leg. Your knee immediately buckled and you let out a cry of surprise as you lost your balance. Your hands shot out in attempts to stop yourself from falling, but you were too late. You collapsed to the floor, landing hard on your knees before Dabi kicked you into Shigaraki’s lap.  

Once again, he caught you, glancing down at you with a smile as you tried to peel yourself off his body.  

“It’s game over now, brat.” You continued to struggle in his hold, your palms lifting up to push at his shoulders, but Shigaraki was quick to catch you. His slender fingers wrapping around the back of your neck and tilting his head to give you one last look before forcing your face to his groin. 

Despite his lanky appearance, he was quite strong and easily managed to subdue you. Your eyes squeezed shut as Shigaraki let out a low groan, reveling in your helplessness and the feeling of your nose pressing against his clothed erection. Your fists dug into his thighs as you tried to push yourself up, your arms shaking in exhaustion.     

Shigaraki gave you another shove, forcing your head back down. “This is nice, don’t you think?” He rubbed small patterns in your hair, carefully tucking his thumb against his palm.  

Your eyes stung with tears of humiliation, your ass perched up perfectly for both his and Dabi’s enjoyment. Inadvertently, you breathed in, once again overwhelmed with his musky smell. You let out a quiet sob, the tears burning as they slid down your cheeks. 

“She looks much better from this angle.” You heard Dabi rasp from behind you.  

With the little strength you could manage from this angle, you turned your neck to look back at him. His attention was focused on the round of your ass, and you could see him palming the front of his jeans. The lewd action made you sob, which Dabi noticed and made him smirk. 

Shigaraki was studying you from above, his crimson eyes soaking in every bit of your reactions as he leaned back on his heels. Oddly enough, the look of disgust on your face managed to turn him on even more . His scarred lips cracked into an unnerving grin and he pulled you up by your hair to meet his gaze. 

“I want you to suck it.” He ordered. 

Your stomach dropped at his words and you felt the tears finally start to stream down your cheeks. “Please…” He gave you no time to beg, already stripping himself free of his pants and guiding you down. 

You find yourself hovering directly above his cock, staring at it with widened eyes. You didn’t know he’d be this big. You swallow hard and tentatively reach out to stroke him, your fingers barely managing to wrap around his girth. He lets out a sharp hiss of air at the feeling of your soft hands and bucks forward. Another choked sob escapes your lips and your tears fall onto his legs as you continue to stroke slowly. 

Shigaraki lets out a disgruntled growl and tightens his grip on your hair. “I told you to suck it, idiot.” 

Shakily, you stick your tongue out and run it over the tip of his cock. The mix of his sweaty skin and precum leaves a salty taste on your tongue, making you cringe. Your mouth parts more as you try to adjust your jaw for his size, but Shigaraki was impatient. His hips suddenly jut forward and you gag, feeling his entire length force its way into your throat. Your hands slap against his thighs and you begin to breathe through your nose. Shigaraki lets out a low moan at your throat clenching around him. 

Tears blur your vision and snot runs down your nose. Shigaraki didn’t care, too wrapped up in the pleasure of your wet mouth sucking him off. You were his toy now, and he was going to do whatever he pleased with you. 

Dabi could feel his dick twitch with every whine and strangled gasp you made. The confinements of his jeans were getting a little too tight for his liking, so he made quick work of unbuckling his belt and freeing himself. He trailed two fingers up and down your slit, smirking as you slick gathered on his digits. A squeak traveled up your throat, muffled by Shigaraki’s cock stuffing it full as you felt Dabi’s fingers prod at you. 

“You’re drenched, doll. Are you enjoying this? Hm? Getting raped by two Villains at the same time?” Dabi’s fingers pushed past the tight muscle of your pussy, embedding them deep inside you. He curled his digits up and brought them in and out slowly, shuddering at your suffocating walls tightening around him. 

Your throat vibrated with a low moan, saliva pouring out the sides of your mouth as you could no longer hold it in due to the girth of Shigaraki’s cock resting against your tongue. 

“You’re so fucking tight, but don’t worry, I’ll stretch ya’ out.” His fingers left your sopping hole before you felt something much larger settle against you. Your eyes widened and you tried to pull away from both of them. 

Shigaraki hissed as your teeth grazed against him, the foreign feeling causing him to jerk forwards and deeper down your throat. You pitifully looked up at him, eyes bloodshot from crying and gagging. 

The distraction allowed for Dabi to plunge into you, fully bottoming out and slamming against your cervix. You immediately screamed, eyes wide and unseeing as your back bowed to the ground. 

“Fuck! That’s it.” Dabi had you by your hips, keeping you pinned while he rocked towards you. 

Your core burned in anguish, giving you barely any time to adjust to his size as Dabi’s cock dragged up and down your walls, moaning as your pussy greedily sucked him in. You felt like you were going to pass out, both of your holes stuffed beyond their limit and catching you out of breath. 

The sight almost made Shigaraki bust his load down your throat, but he managed to suppress it. He wasn’t about to prematurely end this little game just because he couldn’t control himself, so he pulled himself out of your mouth with a wet plop. The tip of his cock throbbed painfully, deepening in color with the amount of blood arousal pumping to the head.    

You gasped like a fish, gulping down as much air as your lungs could handle. Oxygen had never tasted quite so sweet until now, considering you were on the verge of passing out. Your hand shakily moved up to wipe your nose and mouth, grimacing when Dabi bottomed out again. Your chest bounced with the swift force, giving Shigaraki a clear view from above.   

“What a mess.” He kept his hands on your head, silently warning you not to move.

You struggled to keep pace as Dabi’s movements refused to slow. With your mouth freed, Dabi took the opportunity to make you scream. The enlarged head of his cock slammed back into your cervix, hitting a particularly sensitive spot that had you heeling over Shigaraki’s lap. You clawed at his thighs, digging your nails into his skin. 

“Please! It hurts!” You sobbed, but dared not to look back, knowing that you’d only make things worse for yourself. 

“Begging now?” Dabi grunts, “It’s not like you can do anything about it- just relax and enjoy it.” He says between breaths, struggling to keep his voice steady. The depth of his strokes make you cry, and you try to crawl away. You don’t get far, Dabi sees to that by dragging you back with a growl. 

“I-I can-can’t. Please, stop!” Dabi’s arm moves to cradle your stomach, his other hand dipping down to your cunt, eagerly searching for your clit. This angle only draws him in deeper, but the soft circles that his fingers trace along your clit lessen the pain. His steady rhythm and lingering heat of his fingers make it harder to control the building pressure. You weren’t sure who you hated more, Dabi or Shigaraki. Both of them could rot in hell .  

“Does that feel nice?” Shigaraki coos. The knotting in his stomach is calming down, and he's almost ready to watch you choke on his cock again, but your not so subtle attempts to hide your pleasure has him enchanted. The way your eyebrows twitch and mouth open in awe almost make him bust at the sight. 

Ever so slightly, he tilts your head up with a gentle tug. Obediently, you open your eyes, briefly noticing his scar twitch as he opens his mouth. A string of spit falls from his lips before you can close your mouth, landing on your tongue while the remnants drip down your chin. 

“Swallow it.” His eyes challenged. 

“Ngh-” Your eyes fluttered shut, throat clenching as you swallowed it back. Gross.  

“Good girl.” Shigaraki was done with his mind games. He lined himself back up, confident that he could last slightly longer. 

You granted him access, kissing and licking at him in hopes that he’d cum quick. Your tongue pressed flat on his underside, rubbing up and along the vein that thumped with each stroke. You knew he was getting close, and so were you. Dabi was working quicker on your clit, your body ignoring every cue from your brain to stop. You had no control, and felt the effects of your orgasm wash over you. You tensed, clenching down on Dabi and making him groan, eyes rolling back at the feeling. 

“That’s it, doll. You’re- gonna make me-” Dabi hissed, following your orgasm with his own moments later. He’s never come that fast before, and to be honest, he was a little embarrassed. 

You moaned, feeling the heat of his cum drench your insides. Hot. It was so hot . He twitched as he filled your pulsating cunt, drawing out a handful of curses from him. You cried out, muffled sounds escaping your mouth. Tears soaked your face as you rode out your high, feeling Dabi pull out of your sopping hole and release you. A mixture of his and your own cum ran down your thighs, causing you to shudder. He stayed behind you, in case you had any bright ideas while he was stuffing himself back into his pants. 

Shigaraki laughed, rutting himself against your face, taking you by surprise as your nose collided with his pubic bone. You let out a strangled cough, slamming your hands onto his thighs as you struggled to breathe through your blocked nose.

“I knew you’d be fun -ah- knew it.” Shigaraki pushed your head so far down that you gagged, tears overflowing and blurring your vision. 

His hips thrusted forward, releasing a low growl as he spilled himself down the back of your throat. You coughed, quickly swallowing it all back in fear of your body accidentally spitting it back up. It was salty, and felt heavy as it traveled down your throat and settled in your stomach.

The moment his hand left the back of your head, you threw yourself away and wiped your lips. There was a lingering taste of him invading your tongue, which you knew would take you months to wash away. 

Curled up against the wall, you shielded your head in your arms, tucking yourself behind your shivering form. You didn’t bother looking up when you heard their footsteps, instead, you remained still and awaited death. 

“It seems like your time wasn’t wasted afterall.” You heard the familiar rasp of Shigaraki. He wasn’t talking to you, but you could feel a tinge of something in your gut at his words. 

You felt something crouch beside you, peering over you like a hawk. You tilted your head slightly, glancing up at Dabi as he examined you. “Not the type of recruit I had in mind, but she’ll be useful.” He patted your head, brushing matts of hair away from your eyes. “In other ways.”

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ao3 • 6.1k • @steddie-spooktober day 30 prompt: “Where did you find that costume?” • beta: @netflixandchilis 🧡🖤

Summary:

“This is not a sex costume.” Steve rolls his eyes, “I swear, I could show up dressed as a clown and you guys would accuse me of—”

Steve doesn’t have time to brace himself before Eddie reaches forward and yanks. The sound of tearing velcro is deafening, and so is the silence that follows afterward.

His entire cop costume is suddenly off of his body and somehow, inexplicably, in the hands of Eddie Munson.

Or, unbeknownst to Steve, he shows up to Eddie’s Halloween party dressed as a stripper.

*Knock knock knock*

Steve steps back from Eddie’s front door, then rocks back on the heels of his boots that he hasn’t fully broken in yet. He knows that technically, he could just stroll into the trailer—he’s done it before after all, but sue him; he’s feeling playful tonight. And if there’s one night a year you’re allowed to embarrass yourself a little in the name of shits and giggles, it’s Halloween, right?

Steve had drawn the short straw between the four of them and was saddled with babysitting duty earlier tonight. As usual, Steve thinks with an amused sort of bitterness. Always the goddamn babysitter…

He’d just finished dropping the kids all off at Henderson’s house for a sleepover, but this was after they had forced him to trail after the lot of them for what felt like an eternity while they filled their pillow cases up with sugary garbage. Steve’s fucking exhausted.

When no one answers the door, Steve steps forward again, delivering three sharp knocks in quick succession.

“Hawkins PD, open up,” he bellows, giving what he considers is a fairly decent Hopper impression.

Steve’s skin prickles against a sudden cool breeze. He hooks his thumbs into his belt and waits on the creaky front porch, trying not to squirm against the wedgie that this outfit seems determined to give him.

Cheap ass costume…

The front door swings open, and Steve is suddenly bathed in the warm, welcoming light of the trailer’s interior. Robin, who has a football helmet on, along with some kind of orange jumpsuit with tubes wrapped around her torso, looks him up and down.

Before she can even say a single word though, Steve cuts her off, playing at arrogance.

“Got a couple of noise complaints, ma’am. Are your folks home? I’m gonna need—”

Robin holds her hands up with barely contained glee, “Wait wait, hold on! Just stay right there.”

The door slams shut in his face, leaving Steve in the darkness of the porch again. Through the door, Steve hears Robin yell for Eddie, but can’t make out much of the muffled voices after that.

Left on the porch with nothing but his thoughts Steve can’t help but wonder if Robin even recognized him. The fake stache wasn’t that convincing… was it?

“Man, c’mon…” Steve sighs, stepping forward and knocking again, this time with more force. He’s very quickly regretting his decision to ham it up as opposed to just walking in, kicking off the uncomfortable boots he’d been wearing all evening, and plopping down on Eddie’s lumpy, yet deceptively comfy sofa.

“C’mon, open up, Hawkins Police.” Steve calls again, trying to keep his exhaustion out of his voice.

In a blink, the door swings open again. Steve makes the extra effort to push his shoulders back and puff out his chest. This time, instead of Robin being the one haloed in the dingy light illuminating the trailer, it’s Eddie. A very confused, shockingly pale, cape-wearing Eddie.

Steve tilts his head back and peers down through his dark aviators at his friend, trying to maintain a stern, authoritative demeanor. His lip itches from underneath the stupid fake facial hair he’s got taped to his face. He can’t wait to rip the damn thing off.

Eddie grips the edge of the doorway, apparently stunned into silence.

“Sir, did you or anyone in this household place a call to 911 this evening?” Steve barks, trying his best to lean into his power-tripping asshole persona he’s decided to adopt.

“What the–” Eddie starts, but doesn’t seem to have any words to follow. His wide, dark eyes roam over the uniform and his twitching smile says enough.

Steve’s putting on a good show, it seems.

“Because it’s a criminal offense to prank call an emergency hotline, sir.” Steve leans forward, hoping for intimidation, “I could have you arrested.”

Steve suddenly becomes aware of Nancy and Robin both snickering in the background, watching the interaction with seemingly great interest. Eddie, for the most part, appears frozen at the door. It’s an odd bunch of reactions if Steve is being honest—he’s just dicking around, after all. Was he really being that out of pocket?

“Shteve, where in the fresh hell…?” A bewildered looking Eddie begins, his words slightly slurred, almost as if he has a lisp. Then Steve spots them; the sharp toothed plastic tray of vampire teeth that Eddie’s got stuffed into his mouth, making his lips pucker out just a bit. He looks ridiculous. If anyone should be laughing, it should be Steve. But instead of waiting for everyone to get their shit together, Steve forges on. He makes a show of sniffing the air. He slowly pulls the aviators down his nose to shoot Eddie a look. “Is that marijuana I smell, son? You kids smoking the devil’s lettuce in there?”

Robin sounds like she’s choking on something, Nancy’s all but retreated back into the trailer, unable to contain herself. Was it really that funny? Steve knows he can get the girls laughing on occasion, but he’s not like, a comedian or anything. And this cop bit he’s doing wasn’t even all that funny, even he can admit that. It’s just dorky fun. But Eddie’s shoulders are shaking and he’s giggling hard enough that he’s gone all quiet. Steve briefly wonders if he has something on his face…? Besides the stache, of course.

A particularly cool breeze hits his side, and he can physically feel himself break character as he brings his shoulders up to his ears in an attempt to brace against it. This cheap fucking costume does absolutely dick all to keep the cold out.

“Alright alright, jokes over, just let me in already.” But when Steve takes a step to pass through the door, Eddie quickly holds a hand to Steve’s chest, stopping him in his tracks. With his other free hand, he noisily pulls the vampire teeth from his mouth, a string of spit connecting the two until Eddie wipes his mouth with the back of a hand.

“Slow your roll, Sargent Cinnamon,” Eddie exclaims, barely able to contain his laughter to get the words out, “Jesus Christ, Steve, you’re gonna get the actual cops called on us.”

Sargent Cinnamon?

Steve takes off his aviators, perplexed. “What? Why?”

“Just—just turn around for me for a minute.” Eddie says. His hand falls from Steve’s chest as Steve begrudgingly takes a step back.

“Yeah, give us a spin, Steve.” Robin calls from the kitchenette, and Eddie gives a noisy laugh through his nose in what looks like a failed attempt to withhold a full on fucking belly laugh from escaping.

“Why?” Steve makes a face as he asks again, defenses up.

“We just have to confirm something.” Eddie says, playing coy.

Now that Steve’s really looking at him, he can see Eddie’s clearly dressed as a vampire. He’s all in black, though most of him is covered up by the long, heavy looking cape that’s tied around his shoulders and draping down his back. The collar of it looks stiff, its points reach damn near up to his cheekbones. His eyes are rimmed with dark makeup, making them pop even more than they usually do. Most striking of all though, is the white makeup that’s smeared all over his face, down his neck, and even over his mouth. It makes for a shock when he speaks or laughs, the deep red of the inside of his mouth contrasting sharply with the undead paleness of the rest of his face.

He looks… good. Spooky, but good. Especially now that those chunky fake fangs are out. Maybe Steve should have dressed as something spooky too…

“C’mon, just let me in. I don’t wanna spin.” Steve frowns. He does not pout. His lip may or may not jut out the tiniest of amounts. But Steve Harrington does not pout.

Eddie’s brows pinch together in mock sympathy, “oh, I’m so sorry Officer, but in that case, we’re gonna need you to come back with a warrant.”

Steve sighs. He’s cold, annoyed, and he’s pretty sure there’s two big watery blisters on the backs of his heels that’ll need patching up before the night is out. “Dude–”

Eddie holds out a finger, silencing Steve, “ah ah ah. You don’t get to show up here dressed like that and not put on a show.”

Steve’s brain stutters to a halt. “...I’m just dressed as a cop. What’s the big deal? Why’re you guys acting so weird?”

“Less yapping, more spinning, Deputy.” Eddie smiles wide, tilting his head. Despite being a total shithead at the moment, that smile never seems to fail at making Eddie look strangely endearing. It’s like a trap—one Steve always seems to be tumbling into as of late.

He gives a noisy groan of frustration to show exactly how ridiculous he thinks this whole thing is, before he complies and slowly turns around on the spot. Steve puts out his arms in defeat, suppressing yet another urge to dig at the wedgie now firmly up his ass. “There. Happy? Any more questions or demands?”

“Yeah, just the one,” Eddie says, seeming no less entertained than if Steve had just burped the whole alphabet backwards while simultaneously juggling a set of kitchen knives. “Where did you find that costume?”

Steve feels his neck go red, then his ears. He stuffs his hands under his armpits to try and warm them up, then shrugs defensively, not fully knowing why he is so embarrassed, only that he is. “Just a regular costume store.”

“What store exactly?” Robin calls from behind Eddie while she nurses a beer, “was there, oh, I don’t know, lingerie in the window of this costume store?”

And with that, there’s simply no helping it; Steve’s face goes scarlet. “No! It was just that pop-up Halloween store—the one next to Family Video. Robin, you went there too, what’s the big deal?”

“Did you happen to have crossed a beaded doorway in order to get to this costume by any chance?” Eddie asks in mock curiosity, barely withholding more of his obnoxiously loud laughter.

Steve opens his mouth to deny the downright weird accusation but… thinking back on it, he may have hit some beads at a certain point while he was in that shop.

Oh God…

“There’s that lightbulb,” Eddie gives a smarmy type of smile, “knew it would turn on eventually.”

Steve casts a glare between Eddie and Robin. They’re just poking fun at him, surely. If he’s being honest, he’s sort of sick of them ganging up on him lately. It’s like, all of the sudden, Eddie and Robin had just decided to become besties. They were always whispering and sharing these weird, heated looks between the two of them, ones Steve could never interpret. Like they suddenly had a whole slew of inside jokes that they refused to let Steve in on. It was infuriating!

If he didn’t know for a fact that there was no possibility of a romance between the two of them he would think they were hooking up. But no, apparently they’ve just bonded over their shared love of torturing ex-jocks. It’s like fucking Revenge of the Nerds out here.

“This is not a sex costume.” he growls, bunching his shoulders up just a little in an attempt to keep the breeze away from his neck.

“Steve,” Eddie’s voice goes soft, as if he’s opting to break the news to Steve gently, “you’re dressed as a stripper, man.”

“No, I’m not!” Steve shouts before he thinks better of it. He reels it in, but only a little, “It’s just… I’m just a cop. Okay, maybe it’s a sexy cop, but it’s just a stupid joke costume! It’s not my fault the outfit looks good on me, alright? That doesn’t make it a stripper outfit.”

Eddie nods empathetically, “right right, sure.”

“It’s true!”

“Totally, yeah.”

“I’m being serious!”

“Oh, I know you are.”

“It’s just a little tight is all.”

“I’ll say.”

Steve huffs, “I swear, I could show up dressed as a goddamn clown and you guys would accuse me of–”

Steve doesn’t have time to brace himself before Eddie reaches forward and yanks. The sound of tearing velcro is deafening, and so is the silence that follows directly afterward.

The entire front of his cop costume is off of his body and somehow, inexplicably, in the hands of Eddie Munson. And without the support of the front piece, Steve feels the entire back half of his costume follow suit, slipping down and off of his shoulders. Humiliatingly, the only reason it doesn’t hit the ground altogether is because the fabric is so securely lodged in between Steve’s ass cheeks.

Either way, he’s standing there, on the Munson’s front porch, in front of Eddie, in nothing more than his bright red boxers that he put on this morning, his uncomfortable fucking boots, his fake stache, and the octagonal police cap he’s got resting atop his head.

Eddie takes a deep breath, not even bothering to try and hide the way he’s basking in Steve’s utter humiliation. “Well well well. Looks like Christmas came early this year, huh?”

Robin at least has done him the good favor of collapsing somewhere in the living room, shrieking in laughter.

“Wh–Why would you do that!?” Steve clumsily grabs for the cap atop his head before holding it to his crotch in a flimsy attempt to preserve at least some of his dignity.

“Honestly? Because I don’t have a lot of impulse control,” Eddie admits truthfully, “but mostly I did it to prove to you that you did, in fact, show up to my party dressed as a stripper.”

Steve’s had enough. He grumbles out every single curse word he knows and shoulders his way into the trailer, yanking the remainder of the costume off of his body and out of his ass as he goes. If Steve was cold before, he’s freezing now. His nipples could cut fucking glass.

“Don’t tell me you took the kids out trick or treating in this.” Eddie says, motioning towards him with the bundle of thin fabric that had been, up until a few seconds ago, Steve’s costume.

Steve snatches the dark blue remains of his outfit, suddenly furious. He’s sure his face matches the red of his boxers at this point. Boxers that are now on display for all to see, apparently!

He reaches up to angrily tear off the mustache from his upper lip, and has to bite back an honest to god scream as it tears away, taking some of his actual lip hair with it. It was like a fucking wax strip!

“You did.” Eddie gasps, all but clutching his damn pearls, utterly scandalized. “You really went around and gave the good folks of Hawkin’s a free fucking show tonight, huh? Jesus Christ, Harrington, you probably sent some poor fucker out there into cardiac arrest!”

“No, I–” Steve sputters, “well, yes, I wore the cop costume while I took the kids around a couple of neighborhoods, but there wasn’t any kind of show.”

“Were the mothers especially kind to you, Stevie?” Robin asks from her position on the sofa beside Nancy, one sandy brown brow arched. “Did they give you extra candy?”

“One, I didn’t go trick-or-treating, so I didn’t get any candy at all,” Steve says, suddenly reluctant about taking his boots off, wary of losing any more of his clothing. As he speaks, he shuffles behind the countertop in the kitchen area instead, hiding at least his lower half from further attention. Everyone had already seen his hairy chest plenty of times, but still. It was the indignity of it all! “And two, I didn’t know it was a stripper costume. And three, screw all of you.”

Thank Christ the kids seemed oblivious to that sort of thing still. Steve’s as relieved at preserving their innocence as he is grateful they didn’t bear witness to his great blunder.

“Didn’t it feel weird when you had to velcro the sides shut..?” Nancy asks, sheer amusement playing across her features.

“Well, in hindsight… yes.” Steve has to stop speaking because all three of his so-called friends dissolve in further fits of laughter. He has to shout to be heard over their cackling, “but I just thought it was because the costume was cheap!”

“Oh, Steve.” Nancy shakes her head, still giggling. She sounded a little drunk.

“Sweet, naive Dingus.” Robin adds, as if she were finishing her girlfriend's thoughts.

So now Nancy and Robin were ganging up on him too. And after Steve gave Robin his blessing to date his ex-girlfriend! Traitors, all of ‘em, Steve thinks haughtily as he crosses his arms and glares.

“C’mon big boy, you can borrow something of mine.” Eddie says, finally deciding to take pity on Steve. “Unless, of course, you want me to help velcro your ass back into that little number..?”

That’s the absolute last thing he wants. So, with an angry grumble, Steve accepts Eddie’s offer for clothes and follows him down the narrow hallway, into his bedroom. Steve all but collapses on the end of Eddie’s unmade bed, snatching a pillow and holding it to his lap as he watches Eddie dig around his dresser drawers.

Steve notices that Eddie’s oddly quiet now that they’re alone.

Steve was sort of used to Eddie’s constant prattling on when they were together—so much so, that the lack of it seems unnatural in its own sort of way. It’s damn near unsettling to be near Eddie and not have him chewing his ear off.

Eddie pulls some soft, gray clothing from his drawers, attempts to discreetly give it the cautionary sniff test, then turns to offer them up to Steve. “Here, these, uh, they should fit you. Elastic waistband.”

“Thanks.” Steve mumbles, still a little pissed at Eddie for the whole tearing him out of his clothes thing. To be fair, Steve would have probably returned the favor if the roles had been reversed and would have laughed just as hard. Maybe harder.

He shoves the shirt on, then discards the pillow in order to stand and attempt to rid himself of the godforsaken boots from hell... Steve is unnervingly aware that the red of his underwear stands out like a fucking fire engine.

Eddie turns his painted face away, suddenly very interested in the various posters on his wall.

“Oh, sure, now you’re shy.” Steve snorts, but when he steps on the backs of his heels in an effort to toe off his boots, he sucks in a sharp breath and wobbles back onto the bed, cursing. The sharp stinging pain from the blisters is enough to cut his breath. “Shit, shit, shit–”

“What is it? What happened?” Eddie’s full attention is back on Steve, and Steve’s insides squirm a little at the intensity of it. He kind of loves that about Eddie; how he can be flighty and erratic one minute, but wholly and completely laser focused on something the next.

And Steve is man enough to admit that he sort of likes it when that undivided attention lands on him. Admittedly, he likes it when anyone pays attention to him, but… it’s different with Eddie. Even Steve’s not entirely sure why. It just makes him feel… seen, maybe. Special. Understood?

Steve doesn’t fucking know. He gives his head a shake.

“It’s just these stupid boots. I’ve only worn them a few times and they always give me blisters. I shouldn’t have worn them tonight but I just thought they went good with the outfit...” Steve explains, as if it’s a confession. The price of vanity, he thinks bitterly. Steve lifts one of his feet until it’s propped up his opposite knee and begins working the boot off, flinching as he goes, “they’re just stinging a little, it’s fine.”

“I’ll get some band-aids.” Eddie mutters as he darts out of the room, nearly tripping over something in his haste. Steve can hear him digging through the cupboard in the bathroom through the paper-thin walls of the trailer. Eddie sounds like a goddamn tornado. But hey, what’s new? Dude is tornado incarnate.

By the time Eddie’s back, armed with a battered box of band-aids and a tube of Neosporin, Steve’s already managed to work off a boot and peel away one of his socks. He’s poking the painful, fluid-filled blister with a grimace.

“Here.” Eddie awkwardly passes both of the items to Steve. He practically shoves them into his hands. Steve accepts them all with a quick thanks and gets to work. He half expects Eddie to go and just leave Steve to it, but he doesn’t. Instead, Eddie just stands there, hovering in the middle of his bedroom, staring like a weirdo.

Which sounds harsh even in Steve’s own mind, but there really was no mistaking it; Eddie most definitely is a full-blown, bonafide, one-of-a-kind weirdo. But as time’s gone on, and the further Steve’s gotten away from high school, the more he’s realized that his favorite people in the whole world—the ones he’d lay down his life for any day of the fucking week—are all freaks and weirdos. And maybe that made him a weirdo freak right alongside them. And hey, if all the best people were weird, shouldn’t he be proud to be counted among them?

Steve finds he doesn’t entirely hate the concept.

“You must think I’m a moron, huh?” Steve mutters as he smears some of the antiseptic cream over the blister, then a band-aid overtop, flinching the whole way through.

“For getting a blister? Or for accidentally cosplaying as a sex worker?” Eddie asks, grinning. Knows he’s being a cheeky little shit.

Steve just scoffs and rolls his eyes, “it could’ve happened to anyone, y’know. The costume thing, I mean.”

He settles his bare foot on the ground and starts on his next boot.

“Maybe. But it’s funny because it happened to you.” Eddie aims a set of finger guns at him. Steve, despite himself, chuckles a little under his breath. It was sort of funny.

“I don’t, though, by the way.” The couple of words tumble out of Eddie’s mouth. Steve knows by now that when he isn’t following Eddie, all he usually needs to do is wait a few seconds. Eddie never seems to mind taking the time to further explain himself to Steve, unlike most other people. So, Steve just spares him a glance and waits. “Think you’re a moron, I mean. You’re just… more of a do first, think later kinda guy. It doesn’t make you dumb. Maybe a little foolhardy, is all.”

“Foolhardy?” Steve’s hands stop what they’re doing as he looks up at Eddie. Steve’s pretty sure he knows what it means, but who the hell throws around digs like that?

Well, come to think of it, Eddie Munson would. Between writing his own songs and making up those D&D campaigns, Eddie’s inner voice probably speaks to him in sonnets and soliloquies.

“It’s a good thing—well, it is when I say it…” Eddie rushes to explain, but seems to abandon a few trains of thoughts before shaking his head, “whatever, nevermind, forget I said anything.”

“I know what foolhardy means I just–” Steve doesn’t have any fight in him though, too focused on how fucking painful this blister is compared to the last. The sharp sting was enough to make his eyes embarrassingly prickle. “Fuuuuuck…” he groans as he pulls.

“Stop, stop, just–” Eddie kneels, taking a knee, before he grabs Steve’s boot.

“No no, Eddie, don’t–!” Steve shrieks, suddenly terrified of Eddie’s jumpy, erratic movements he’s known for. His foot can’t fucking take it…

“Calm down, I’ll pull it off slow. I’ll even give you a countdown. You just–just relax, alright?” Eddie says, looking downright ridiculous in his costume. And yet, despite how crazy he looks, Munson seems sincere. He liked to poke fun at Steve, sure, but Eddie wouldn’t hurt him. Steve knows that. And when Eddie’s fingers curl around the back of his calf, the touch is gentle. Steve’s skin heats underneath Eddie’s hold. It’s enough to make his head go a little fuzzy.

Trying to follow Eddie’s instruction, Steve hesitantly leans back on the heels of his hands, allowing his leg to go slack in Eddie’s grip. “Relax. Right. Okay.”

“Alright. My safe word’s Ronald Reagan, but you can borrow it for tonight if you want me to stop, cool?” Eddie looks up at him through his lashes. The liner around his eyes was really something else… And his hair looked especially poofy tonight. Like Steve’s hands could get lost in there. Were those plastic spiders in his hair? God, Steve hoped they were plastic spiders…

A beat passes before Steve’s brain catches up with him. “Why the hell is Ronald Reagan your safe word?”

“Because nothing kills my boner faster than thinking about that dickwad. Duh.” Eddie explains, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. And maybe it was, but Steve wasn’t exactly experienced with things like safe words and… well, the things that normally go along with safe words.

He feels himself shift anxiously at the idea. He wondered if Eddie was just making a joke or if he actually…

“Ready?” Eddie interrupts and utterly derails that particular train of thought. He’s cradling Steve’s booted foot, one hand low on Steve’s calf, the other gripping the bottom of the boot. Real comforting like.

Steve takes a quick breath before giving a sharp nod. “Ready.”

“3, 2, 1, deep breaths everyone!” Eddie says, and true to his word, he pulls off slowly, trying to angle the boot away from Steve’s heel as best he can. Steve clenches his teeth through the whole thing, determined not to utter the president's name. “Aaaaand we’re done!” Eddie says triumphantly.

Steve sighs, and lets himself fall onto the bed in relief. He’s built up a bit of a tolerance for pain over the past few years (purely out of necessity), but he still fucking hates it. Even if it’s something small like this. Call him a pussy for it, whatever. Steve doesn’t care.

When he feels Eddie begin peeling off his sock though, Steve bolts upright, returning to his seated position. “Y-you don’t gotta do that part–”

Eddie shrugs nonchalantly and continues peeling away the sock. “It’s okay, I wanna help.”

“My feet probably fucking reek, dude. I’ve been wearing those all day.” Steve wrinkles his nose. The idea that Eddie could possibly be repulsed by him in some way just doesn’t sit right with Steve. “You don’t–... I-I can do this part.”

“I told you, I don’t care.” Eddie says as he peels away Steve’s sweaty, ripe sock before sticking it into the no doubt equally sweaty, ripe boot.

Eddie's now kneeling in front of a pantless and sockless Steve—to say he felt exposed would be an understatement. He watches as Eddie takes the tube of Neosporin in hand and squeezes out a glob onto his finger and lines it up with Steve’s heel.

“Unless,” Eddie halts, as if an idea had just occurred to him, “unless you don’t want me to.”

The two of them just stare at one another for a few seconds, as if they’re both just realizing that they don’t really know the limits of their friendship yet. Both of them seem to be asking the other for permission to cross some kind of a line that they don’t know even exists or not. It should be awkward, but somehow it isn’t. It’s a little uncomfortable, sure, but… exciting, in a weird way.

Steve swallows, “no, I want you to. I mean, if you want to, of course. I—”

I like it when you touch me.

The thought hits Steve with such a sudden and sharp clarity that for a second he’s not sure if he’s said it out loud or not.

But if Eddie somehow heard it, he doesn’t let on.

Instead, the sides of his mouth twitch into a tentative grin, but then Eddie ducks his head before Steve can watch it blossom fully into a smile, though he can tell by the way his cheeks rise near his eyes that it indeed does.

Eddie smears the antiseptic cream on Steve’s blister with guitar string scarred fingers, with more care than most people bother using when they reach for Steve. Then he wipes his hands on his own bed sheets before unpeeling a bandaid from its wrapping and laying it overtop of everything. He smooths a finger overtop of it, once, then twice for good measure. Why Eddie runs his finger over the band-aid a third time, Steve hasn’t got a clue.

There’s something about the way Eddie so can flip the switch from being a loud, boisterous, all out terror of a human being, to this sincere, gentle… almost sweet person. It’s hard for Steve to wrap his head around. Especially since Eddie doesn’t show the second side nearly as often as the first–and only to a lucky handful of people. Steve’s one of those happy few.

It’s like a secret Eddie.

Steve briefly wonders if there’s a secret Steve, but if there is, not even he knows about him. Steve has a feeling he’s more of a ‘what you see is what you get’ kinda guy. Hopefully, that doesn’t mean he’s shallow.

And just when Steve thinks Eddie’s done with him, the guy spins around and rummages in his top drawer for a few seconds before turning back with a rolled up set of fresh socks for Steve. Without a word, he kneels and begins putting them on Steve’s foot for him.

Which…

Honestly, Steve doesn’t know how to feel about it. Good, obviously. That much, at least, is crystal fucking clear. But there’s more. Like the fluttery sort of warmth that comes specifically when someone brings you a bowl of hot soup when you’re sick, or cares enough to hold your hair back for you while you puke your guts out after drinking too much. It’s that same sort of feeling. Only more.

“Thanks, man.” Steve says, utterly relieved his voice comes out sounding steadier than he’s feeling. Because… Well, because no one takes care of Steve, except Steve. It’s been that way since he was old enough to tie his own shoes. He’s always on his own. Self-sufficient. Steve takes a sort of pride in it.

But here’s Eddie, on his knees, tending to him, even though Steve can do it perfectly fine on his own. He’s still doing it for Steve, and for the hell of him, Steve can’t wrap his head around why. And all of it over some stupid blisters. It makes Steve’s chest ache, fixing to burst.

“No problem, Officer. Just doing my civic duty.” Eddie’s tone is soft when he flicks his eyes up briefly, paired with a grin. He finishes putting the fresh set of socks on Steve’s feet, careful to avoid the blisters. The socks are pilled, and scratchy, as if neither Wayne nor Eddie bothers with fabric softener, but they’re comfortable enough and blissfully warm.

“Well the city of Hawkins thanks you too, Mr. Munson.” Steve replies with a two fingers salute, attempting to match Eddie’s energy, but the words sound so deeply stupid when they’re strung together like that, that it has them both chuckling.

“Christ, you’re cute.” Eddie mutters, dragging a knuckle under his eye to clear away the stray tear that had formed from all of the laughing he’s done tonight. Then Steve watches as that easy smile that he had just been so admiring quickly fall away as Eddie seems to realize what he’d just said.

Eddie thinks he’s cute?

The question of what kind of cute he was referring to bombards Steve's brain. Cute could mean a hell of a lot of things—from puppies with big wet eyes to Michelle Pfeiffer in a skin tight leotard. Or maybe Eddie didn’t mean to say cute at all. Yeah, maybe it just slipped out. Hell, maybe Eddie’s just high. He does get a little extra tactile and emotional when he’s high. And Eddie definitely smells like weed, but—well, Eddie always smells like weed.

“Here’s your–” Eddie suddenly stands, cape fluttering behind him, and tosses the sweatpants from earlier back at Steve who catches it with ease, despite the newly unmoored feeling he’s got in his gut. Steve suspects Eddie’s blushing by the way he’s holding himself, but because of all the makeup, Steve can’t be sure. Eddie anxiously twists his rings around his fingers muttering a quiet, “sorry, man.”

It’s said so timidly that Steve almost misses the tacked-on apology entirely. Now, timid isn’t usually something that Steve would associate with Eddie Munson but, well, there it is. And despite their playful back and forth with one another, Steve can tell this is wholly different. He doesn’t—can’t leave Eddie standing there with egg on his face.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s not—it’s whatever, dude.” Steve says, forever baffled at how the English language, the only language he even knows and is apparently fluent in, still manages to sound like knotted garbage when it comes out of his mouth. He shoves his legs through the sweatpants, yanking them up to his waist.

Eddie seems to get it though, thankfully. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Steve says, quick, casual-like.

Eddie chews on his lip. “I didn’t make it weird?”

At this, Steve barks out a laugh. Because, yeah but… well, if Eddie started going around apologizing every time he did something weird the guy would never stop apologizing.

And Steve likes Eddie’s flavor of weird anyway.

“Hey, I’m the one who showed up to your house dressed as a stripper, didn’t I? If anyone’s made it weird tonight, it’s me.” Steve runs a hand through his hair, briefly concerned about how the stupid hat probably left an embarrassing indent where it was sitting.

Eddie’s wide smile is back, the one that lines his face and makes his eyes do that starlight thing. “That’s true.” He chuckles.

“I like your costume though.” Steve grins, feeling that fluttery feeling in his chest when he gets Eddie smiling like that. “Vampire, right?”

If possible, Eddie’s eyes widen further, giving him a manic look. He hastily pats his various pockets before finding his fake fangs and shoving them into his mouth. They look terrible, but admittedly, they sort of complete the overall look.

“That’s Count Dracula to you, foolish mortal.” Eddie says with a truly terrible Transylvanian accent as he dramatically swishes his cape over one of his arms, then positions it underneath his kohl-rimmed eyes.

Steve pretends to cower, but he’s always been kind of a shitty actor so he just ends up snorting and shaking his head. “Terrifying. If you hadn’t torn it off me earlier, I’m sure I would have shivered right out of my uniform.”

And again, it’s enough for Eddie to break character and bark out a laugh around his plastic fangs. He recovers quickly though, a smile still pulling at the sides of his mouth.

“C’mon, the girlsh have probably put the movie on without ush.” Eddie says with a very distinct lisp. It’s sort of adorable.

It’s profoundly less adorable after Steve hears how Eddie needs to suck back the spit trapped between his teeth and the tray so he doesn't drool all over himself.

Thankfully, Eddie doesn’t end up wearing the fake fangs for the whole movie, especially not after Nancy demands their removal after two or three noisy, spit-retrieving sucks. There’s some petty back and forth that lasts a couple of seconds, but it’s settled quickly and amicably, as most of their squabbles are.

Steve and Eddie spend the majority of the horror flick pressed up against one another, from shoulder to knee. Steve’s not entirely sure what the hell is happening between them, but whatever it is… it’s nice.

And when there’s a particularly scary bit that makes Steve nearly jump out of his skin, Eddie teases him and slaps a patronizing hand to his knee just to further torment him, but it’s the damnedest thing. Even after the joke’s over, and their collective focus is back (in theory) on the movie, Eddie just… doesn’t take his hand back. Neither one of them seems keen on addressing it either, afraid to spook whatever it is away.

They stay that way for the rest of the movie. He doesn’t risk putting his hand over top of Eddie’s—he can’t. Not yet, at least. But Steve will think about little else besides the feeling of Eddie’s warm hand curled around the top of his knee, searing into him like a brand, for many nights to come.

It’s hands down the most embarrassing Halloween Steve’s ever had—but it’s also kinda the best, thanks to Eddie.

[impyssadobsessions]

OKAY IDEA Danny is a police officer and works with Dick Grayson in Bludhaven. He's new to the force and often called rookie but turns out to be really good at his job. Him and Dick get along same time think the other is a little cocky until they both get to fight along side each other as like some rogues that nightwing usually fought is doing something while they're on duty. (just the two of them got stuck in a warehouse while outside cops are still trying to bust in (probably some rubble fell blocking away or something)) Danny showing off martial art skills and is like "What. My mom is a black belt." Dick does something just as impressive if not more, grinning, "My dad is too." Just them joking around. They almost have everything under control, when Danny's ghost senses activate. Dick gets hit by an ectoblast that slams him into the wall. His vision blurs as he can hear a voice taunting Danny, and Danny growling. bright lights and then he knocks out. He has a brief moment of being awake as backup comes to his aid. He learns that a new meta broke in and Danny was missing. He passes back out.. He wakes up in the hospital, worried about Danny, cursing himself. He's a vigilante.. how could he- in comes danny with a bag of fast food and balloons. "Figured I get you something you rather eat then some flowers. : D Nice to see you breathing, dick-" Dick asks about what happens but notices Danny being flighty and vague. "Oh yeah, meta kidnapped me and took me to some highrise building. Luckily nightwing came by and took care of it. Really was quite a trip. If it wasn't for the terrifying fight for my life thing, I say I wouldn't mind flying like that again." Dick cracks a smile, though inside his head he has way more questions than answers. But he cant call Danny out on any of it. So he does what bats do best.. he starts to investigate. -bad at explaining but basically dick catches danny in a lie and starts to piece together every odd thing danny ever mentioned about himself. -even better if they're partners LOL

-Also imagine danny has used his powers to keep himself or others from being shot.. plus has one of the best aim in the force, second to/on par with dick.

[hurtghul]

The Bird and the Cat !!

―― Damian Wayne x Thief!Reader. 674 words. Part two here.

Damian hates this with every ounce of his being, and he has every reason to hate it. It's not for nothing that he puts on Robin's cape and takes to the streets following his father like a tail dog, hoping to catch the attention of criminals and kick their butts. He does it because it is a duty that he chose and to which he was guided. That's why he made fun of the love relationship between Bruce and Selina, for Damian, it is a hypocritical issue, his father, the hero, dating a thief. How funny.

And now he feels like the hypocrite.

You had just robbed some important men, a suitcase full of money. Damian was doing his daily patrol, when he saw you—he didn't have to blink twice to know it was you―he had already been alert to your activity, knowing that you would appear; because he wants you to do it.

He attacked you as you jumped from building to building, you wouldn't have even noticed his presence until he gave you that strong kick that sent you off your path. He had decided the right moment to attack you as you jumped onto a roof.

The young Robin landed a few meters away from you, he looked at the suitcase that was next to you. He approached with slow steps, and kicked the suitcase away of your grip.

“You lost a life, cat.” Robin sentences, his voice almost a whisper. His hands clench into fists as he looks at you, brow furrowed, watching as you rub your neck from the pain of the fall he caused you.

“Shut up, little bird.” You growled, trying to grab the briefcase containing your robbery target. Damian stepped on the object, narrowing his eyes at you.

“If you have courage, take it,” Damian said, and pulled the R-shaped shuriken from his belt. “Just look how much I care, cat.” He joked calmly, face Stoic with a tone of defiance in his voice, trying to provoke your reaction and show his superiority of the moment. You're just a thief, not a fighter. Damian knows this because he has analyzed you—he is very interested in you.

His green eyes stared at you, a slight smile forming on his face. He liked when you get angry whenever he interrupts your heists, when he stops you from accomplishing your crimes, and you have to fight him. But that's when something never fits: he never gave you up to the police.

You tried to attack him with a punch―or a scratch rather―but you failed horribly. Robin saw your movements and stopped your blow with his hand, looking at you coldly.

Neither of them moved a muscle, frozen at the moment between duty and crime, feeling the pressure course through his veins. His hand moved slowly, holding your wrist.

Why couldn't I arrest you? It was the question Damian couldn't answer, and he wished no one would ask it. He was even doing his best to keep Father from knowing about his failures.

Then, to your surprise, he let go of you, letting his hands fall to his sides. He uttered no words, no sounds, no clicks. He didn't even attack you, as if he was absorbed in another world.

Then you understood, he was letting you escape. You didn't waste the opportunity, although you seemed confused by it.

“Damn cats…” Damian muttered, breathing deeply, his heart beating faster than ever. He watched as you grabbed the suitcase and run away quickly.

Damian felt a rush of adrenaline that filled his entire body. It had been a long time since he had experienced someone who made him feel like this, and now the person who did it turn out to be a thief.

He is experiencing the same thing as his father, a game of cat and mouse. He chases you, defeats you, and pushes you to your limits, as if all he was looking for was your reaction—your attention. The Robin is just like his father, but that irritates him, because he is confused and doesn't know how to react…

Maybe yes, maybe you stole his heart.

[mingi-s-dimples]

Deadly Alliance - Jongho

KINKTOBER DAY 4 - REQ. BY @mingleshine

~"assassin jongho x police officer fem reader, lots of teasing, enemies to lovers vibes, maybe knife play…?"

pairing: assassin!jongho x police officer fem!reader

genre: 18+, filth

summary: You finally meet your childhood best friend after years of him going missing. Only to find out the two of you are now sort of enemies.. sort of. illegal.

wc: 4k

warnings: police x assassin, knife play. implied cutting (like serious knife play but it's a small cut), death/murder mentions but not happening in the present, childhood besties to enemies to lovers, forbidden love, slight teasing, slight angst?, dacryphilia, penetration, unprotected (wrap up irl), completely consensual!, unedited. for sure forgot something.

Author's Note: This one took me a while to finish but oh god.. I'm so sorry it starts this sad HAHAHA but I love the plot. I LOVE IT GOD DAMN ! Enjoy, my love ♡. ALSO I AM SO SO SO SORRY FOR BEING SO BEHIND BUT I AM SO BUSY THESE DAYS IT'S UNREAL 😞😞 I'LL MAKE IT UP TO Y'ALL I PROMISE. 🙂‍↕️💖

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction & does not represent in any way the reality of the member.

The night air was thick with tension, the kind that clung to your skin and set every nerve on edge. The flashing red and blue lights from the patrol car illuminated the deserted streets, casting eerie shadows against the brick buildings that lined the block. The radio on your belt crackled to life again, the dispatcher’s voice a constant buzz in your ear.

“All units, suspect last seen near the intersection of 7th and Laurel. Proceed with caution.”

You sighed, rolling your shoulders to relieve some of the stiffness that had settled in after hours of being on duty. The city felt different tonight, like something was just out of place, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t just another routine call. You’d responded to hundreds of them by now—robberies, fights, missing persons—but there was something about this one that had a knot forming in the pit of your stomach.

It didn’t help that you were alone.

Your partner was on another assignment, and with every available unit stretched thin, they had sent you out on your own to investigate. Not that you minded. You had been on the force long enough to handle yourself, and you had learned long ago how to rely on your instincts. But tonight, those instincts were screaming that something wasn’t right.

You turned the corner, your flashlight cutting through the inky darkness, illuminating nothing but graffiti-covered walls and empty streets. The suspect had been described as a male in his late twenties, medium build, wearing a black hoodie. He had been seen fleeing the scene of a disturbance near the docks—nothing too out of the ordinary. Yet, the urgency in the dispatcher’s voice had made you uneasy.

You’d dealt with lowlifes and thugs your whole career, but there was something about this call that felt different. Maybe it was the tone in the witness’s voice when they described him, the fear that seemed to creep in, like they had seen something more than just another petty criminal.

You drew in a steady breath, trying to push down the unease. You were a cop, after all. Fear had no place in the job. But as you pressed deeper into the alley, your heart began to beat faster, your fingers tightening around the grip of your flashlight. The buildings on either side felt like they were closing in, the shadows swallowing the dim light from the streetlamps.

Suddenly, there—a sound. A rustle of movement just ahead.

You froze, your breath hitching in your throat. The alley was narrow, lined with dumpsters and the scattered debris of city life, but just beyond the glow of your flashlight, you could see a figure. They were half-hidden behind a stack of crates, their back to you, the hood of their jacket pulled up.

"Police!" you called out, your voice echoing off the brick walls. "Come out with your hands up!"

The figure didn’t move. For a long moment, there was only silence, the kind that stretched on for just a beat too long. Your pulse quickened as you took a step closer, your hand instinctively hovering near your holster.

"Last warning!" you called again, your voice harder this time. "Step out now!"

Slowly, the figure stood, turning just enough for the light to catch the side of their face. And then, they stopped, frozen in place as if they were caught between fight and flight. You felt a strange flicker of recognition, but the alley was too dim, the shadows too thick. Still, something about the way they moved sent a shiver down your spine.

“I said, hands up!” you demanded again, though now your voice wavered just slightly. “Turn around!”

The figure hesitated for another long second before finally, slowly, they turned to face you. And the world seemed to tilt.

For a moment, you couldn’t breathe. Your flashlight flickered across a face you hadn’t seen in over a decade, a face you thought you’d never see again. Familiar eyes stared back at you, wide and filled with shock, mirroring the disbelief that was undoubtedly written all over your own face.

"No…" you whispered, taking an involuntary step back, your mind reeling. "It can't be…"

There, standing in front of you, was **him**. The boy who had once been your best friend, the boy who had shared every secret, every dream, every laugh and tear with you until the day he disappeared without a trace.

“Jongho?” Your voice was barely more than a breath, the name slipping from your lips before you could stop it.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Jongho. The name that had haunted you for years, the name that had left a gaping hole in your heart. You had been kids, inseparable, growing up on the same street, causing trouble, making promises to stay friends forever. And then one day, without warning, he was gone. No explanation, no goodbye. Just gone.

You had searched for him, tried to find out what happened, but it was as if he had vanished from the face of the earth. Eventually, the pain of his absence became something you buried deep, something you told yourself you had moved on from. But now, here he was, standing in front of you, looking at you like he had seen a ghost.

“Y/N…” His voice cracked, low and disbelieving.

It was the same voice, though deeper now, rougher around the edges. You swallowed hard, trying to process the flood of emotions that were crashing over you. Shock, anger, confusion… relief?

“What the hell are you doing here?” you demanded, your voice sharper than you intended as the reality of the situation began to sink in. Your hand was still hovering near your holster, your training kicking in despite the chaos in your mind.

Jongho looked down, his jaw tightening. His hands were at his sides, but he made no move to raise them, no move to run. He just stood there, staring at the ground as if searching for words.

“I didn’t want you to find me like this,” he muttered, almost to himself.

“Find you like this?” Your mind was racing, the implications of what he was saying beginning to dawn on you. “Jongho, what the hell is going on? Why are you here? Why were people—”

“I don’t have time to explain,” he interrupted, his voice growing more urgent. “You need to get out of here, Y/N. It’s not safe.”

You blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift in his tone. “What do you mean, it’s not—” But before you could finish, a noise from behind you made you whirl around, your heart leaping into your throat. Footsteps. Multiple.

Your instincts took over, and you immediately dropped into a defensive stance, your hand moving to your sidearm. But Jongho was already moving, stepping in front of you, his hand gripping your arm with surprising strength, hplding you close to him, almost like a protective shell.

"Y/N, please," he urged, his voice low, "You have to trust me."

You stared at him, torn between the cop in you screaming to follow protocol and the part of you that remembered the boy who had been your best friend, the one who had always been by your side.

“What have you gotten yourself into?” you whispered, your heart pounding as the footsteps drew closer.

“I’ll explain everything,” Jongho promised, his eyes locking with yours, filled with something that looked dangerously close to desperation. “But right now, we need to go. Please, Y/N. Trust me.”

Your mind screamed at you not to, told you this was a mistake. But when you looked into his eyes, those familiar eyes, you hesitated.

For better or worse, you were in this now.

"Where are we going?!" you whispered, holding onto the man's hand thightly.

"Home."

"It can't be.. home? As in.. the place I know v-very well..?" your voice weak, tears forming in your eyes. "H-how is it possible!?"

"Y/n, quiet down! I'll explain everything when we arrive. Now... please.." a hint of sweetness in his voice, "trust me like you did in the past.." Jongho said and brought you to his bike, parked remotely close to the initial scene you found him at. He put the only helmet he had on your head, brushing some hair strands from your face. He looked at you with soft eyes, feeling sorry for letting you meet him like this.. in the worst moment.

*you arrived about half and hour later, the drive there being silent*

"JONGHO! The fuck is going on!?" you shouted, breaking down in tears.

"No, n-no.. don't cry, sweetie . I am not worth it.." he said and hugged you, patting your head softly.

"What's happening!?"

"The thing is... I am.. the assassin you were just now searching for." he looked down, unable to meet your eyes.

"W-what do you mean?" you said, in disbelief.

"You know... back then, my father was caught in shady stuff, remember?"

"Yes. What do you have to do with all of that?"

"Well... he had a little bit too much debt to pay off and I was caught in the middle... I had to work and I am still working as an assassin for the person that my father is indebted to." hesitant, Jongho said.

"Oh my god... I'm s-sorry " you whispered and backed off for a moment, slightly afraid of the person that was standing in front of you.

But... when you backed off for a moment, Jongho caught after you and held your hand. Something change between the two of you qs soon as he embraced you.

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The dim light from the single bulb above flickered, casting long shadows across the cold, concrete walls. The air was thick with tension as you stood a few inches from Jongho, the boy you once knew so well, now a man you barely recognized. His eyes were darker, sharper, filled with a hardness that sent a chill down your spine. He was no longer the childhood friend who used to hold your hand when you were scared or laugh with you under the summer sun. He was something else now. Dangerous. An assassin.

You had sworn to bring him in. The badge pressed against your chest, a constant reminder of the oath you'd taken. But as you stood there, the memories came flooding back—the nights the two of you spent talking about dreams, the way he used to smile at you, soft and unguarded. Your heart clenched with the weight of it all, of everything he used to be.

His gaze met yours, unreadable and cold, but you saw the flicker of something else in his eyes. Something familiar. The past. The feelings that had never quite died, buried beneath years of distance and pain.

"I shouldn't have brought you here," he said, his voice low, like a warning.

"Maybe not," you replied, taking a step forward despite the warning in his tone. The space between you felt electric, charged with something neither of you could control anymore. "But I don't regret coming."

His jaw tightened, and you could see the way his fists clenched at his sides. He was holding back, fighting whatever was stirring inside him. Your heart pounded in your chest, and despite every logical part of you screaming to back off, you stepped even closer.

"Jongho, we don’t have to do this," you whispered, voice soft, almost pleading. You weren’t sure what you were pleading for—for him to surrender or for him to remember who you used to be. "It doesn’t have to end like this."

His eyes darkened, and he took a step back, but the tension between you only seemed to grow. You reached out, fingers brushing against his arm. You felt him flinch, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his breathing hitched, and for the briefest moment, you saw a crack in the mask he wore.

"Stop," he muttered, though his voice lacked conviction. "You don’t know what you’re doing."

But you did. You knew exactly what you were doing. You leaned in closer, left hand sliding up his arm, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt. His breath quickened, and you saw the way his eyes flicked down to your lips, then back up to your eyes. He was fighting it, but he was losing.

"Jongho…" you whispered his name like a secret, fingers tracing the edge of his jaw now. The air between you seemed to thicken, heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tension.

He swallowed hard, his hands coming up to grip your waist as if to push you away, but instead, he pulled you closer. His touch was rough, almost desperate, and you could feel the heat of his body radiating against yours.

"This is a mistake," he growled, though his hands tightened their hold on you, betraying his words.

"Then stop me," you whispered back, lips inches from his now, daring him, knowing he wouldn’t.

But he didn’t stop you. Instead, he closed the distance, crashing his lips against yours in a way that was more fight than kiss. It was raw, hungry, and filled with years of repressed desire and anger. His grip on you was firm, like he was afraid you might slip away if he let go.

"I hate you, Jongho. I hate you for leaving me all alone." you broke the kiss.

"I also hate you... for finding me so late. I've been looking for you everywhere."

For a moment, it was just the two of you. Lost in the chaos of the past, the lines between enemies, one another leaving each other in the past without trace and, lovers, feelings burried deep down for the last few years, blurring with every touch. But you knew this couldn’t last. The world outside this moment was waiting for both of you, and the roles you played were too deeply set. He was the assassin. You were the cop. You were on opposite sides.

But for now, in this moment, none of that mattered.

"This is, a really bad idea, Jongho... I resent you for leaving without a trace," your voice coarse from crying but full of lust.

"Mhm." he muttered in the nape of your neck. The little and soft sound he made sent you over the edge, he acknowledged the wrongdoing of this moment, but he wasn't gonna do anything about it.

"We're definitely just.. friends. Well.. enemies in this given, situation.." he whispered.

"It's fucking impossible not to hate you, Jongho."

"I know, I know... but your body says.." his right hand under your chin, "something else."

You looked down to your legs, thoughts running through your mind. You wanted to shoot him, arrest him... but you also wanted to fucking kiss him... or fuck him. When your eyes wandered around, you were greeted by his cock forming a bulge in his pants, telling you everything about his thoughts. Though, he interrupted your mind:

"Eyes are up here, darling," he whispered, knowing he was caught a moment ago by your eyes.

"Just checking if my cuffs fit around your wrists, babe." you said, a little bit embarrassed about the amount of time you spent staring at his crotch.

He continued right after you.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you want to murder me..." his hand on your waist, traveling up on your back, "or also.. like you want me" a *click* could be heard and your bra was undone in a second.

He went in for another kiss, this time his hands traveling under your work shirt. Fondling with your breasts, he forcefully took off the garment. His kisses traveled from your moist lips to your neck and to tour collarbones, your hands going down to his pants, tugging at the belt.

"If I..." you said, Jongho stopping for a moment to look at you, "Touch you right now... what will happen?"

"Mm.. I don't know babe" he said, impatiently. "What would *you* want to happen, hm?" Jongho whispered, emphasising the pronoun.

He shut you down only by those words... your mind filling with dirty thoughts, not helping your aching cunt between your legs. Arousal now pooling in your panties, you didn't hesitate and unbuckled his pants. He took that as consent to do whatever he wanted, to which he took you into his grip and dropped you off on his bed.

"You started it.. brat" he said, as he looked down on his erection. "What should I do with you?" he scoffed.

"Why couldn't the cops deal with you yet?" you said, curious, trying to diffuse the mood.

"Hmm.. I don't know, actually. But that's not important right now.. are you tryna distract me?" Jongho declared, catching you off guard.

"Uh-" but he stopped you from saying anything by taking your pants off forcefully, leaving tou breathless and... bare in front of him.

"Hah, already wet? What, were you already turned on by my presence?" he muttered, hus gaze darkening and getting sharper.

He went in for another kiss, at first slow, longed, wanted.. then he went for a wilder kiss, tongues interlocking and lewd sounds coming from your mouths.

"It's so fucked up..." you said.

"Mm, why?"

"You're an assassin... I'm a cop. We're both enemies... and friends. But more... towards enemies. I also hate you so damn much for leaving me without a trace but.. here I am, making out with you. Isn't it ironic? Hah, making out with my utmost enemy that I have so much hatred, and... love for." you ended the note on a sadder tone, but the essence was that you hated him but made a compromise, only for him.

"What did you say, babe? I didn't quite understand you." he said, mocking your tone.

"I basically said I hate you."

"No, you don't." he said and took his pants off in a single movement, the bulge in his briefs making you gulp at the sight.

He got off of you for a moment and went to his coat, taking a knife out.

"Oh- my god-" you muttered, getting a little bit excited about it.

"I just remembered that you are... kinky as fuck, and one time when we were younger, we were talking about things like these and you said you had a thing for.. knife play? This is what it's named? Anyways, I figured you never tried it cause it's kinda weird? sketchy? however.." he topped over you, one of his knees between your legs, pressing on your inner thigh, "I'll have my fun with you today..." his left hand going to your neck, the knife's sharp side towards him, only poking your shoulder for a couple of times, getting some soft whines out of your slowly rising chest.

"Don't. Move." he said as he brushed the tip of the knife on your neck. You were trying so hard not to move under him, arousal pooling in your panties. You wanted to get some friction, but to no avail.

"I'd love to mark you here," and he poked you above your collarbone, "here," the blade went above your left breast, "and... here." he said as the knife in his hand travelled all down to your thigh, as close to your cunt as possible.

"You're already so... wet for me. Mind me if I.." he brushed the knife on your folds, through the cloth, "Undress you.. using... this? Hm, what do you say, sweetie?" he whispered softly, contently looking in your eyes and brushing the knife on your pussy, through the cloth.

"Ngh-d-do it, please!" you pleaded.

He smirked at your words and didn't hesitate any further. He looped the knife under the garment, cutting it open slowly. Then, after you were left bare in front of him, he spread out your wet folds with the knife, poking left and right, making you soflty squirm under him.

"Babe..." he smiled.

"Y-yes?"

"What did I say..." his knife went to your collarbone, "about moving?" and he slightly cut you. Not to hurt you.. but to warn you. A small, now bleeding cut, was positioned right above your collarbone.

He was all over you, his other hand exploring your body with such ease and speed, you were already starting to feel a bit overwhelmed.

"I can't just only look at you anymore" Jongho rapidly said, throwing the knife away somehwere on the bed and putting two fingers against & then in your cunt without warning. You let out a loud moan as soon as you felt his fingers curl inside you, hitting all your good spots. "Let's see how well you can take me" he whispered and used one more finger on you, slightly stretching you out. From the glimpse you caught of his cock a short moment ago, you realised his three fingers weren't.. quite enough to stretch you out for what he was packing.

He didn't wait anymore and as soon as he felt like you were stretched out enough he lined himself to your now aching hole and thrusted once, a loud whine coming out of his rapidly rising chest. He couldn't bottom out from a single thrust, and he tried again.. to which your eyes started tearing up and your hands went for his back, scratching the fuck out of him. Missionary never felt so good before.. Your legs over his, wrapped around his waist. Your hands traveling on his back, leaving both soft and harsh scratches on his fair skin.

"S-slow down!" you shouted, but didn’t really mean it.

"Hm? Come again darling, I couldn't.." he finally bottomed down, "hear you."

"Uh, god." you whined out, feeling your cunt being stretched out again.

"Why the fuck.. do you feel so damn good?" he said, helpless. His pelvis slapping against yours, squelching sounds could be heard from your hole being pounded.

What was happening between the two of you... wasn't simply just fucking or just having sex. It was pent up rage and love. Hate and lust.. everything all at once. You despised the fact that he left without a trace but.. the unsaid feelings and love you've always had for him were just resurfacing and oh god.. it was a damned deadly combination. His soft kisses yet harsh bites to your shoulders.. your nails digging and scratching his back.

"You're so damn beautiful, y/n..." he was basically making love to you.

"I'm so s-sorry for leaving unnannounced.." he was fucking you even more rapidly.. but smooth. Every thrust of his felt heavenly, his hands traveling on your body, from your thighs, holding you close.. to your neck, holding you down. As he fastened his thrusts, watching you contently and inspecting every inch of your body with his eyes, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your high. He was close, too. Thrusts heavy and sloppy, fast but messy. Sweat dripping off his forehead, his hair messy and yours too.

"J-Jongho I'm-" you tried to say, but to no avail. "c-close" you finally worded it out.

"Then.." he stopped for a short second. "Let me help you with that" and he suddenly started fucking you rapidly once again, but this time with a twist. His right hand went for your clit, rubbing circles around it. He pinched you twice, making you squirm under his grip, to which he put you in your place immediately. As soon as he thrusted you a few more times and circled your clit, you felt the knot in your belly unfold and came on the spot, your walls clenching onto his cock. Your sudden reaction of tightening yourself around him took him over the edge, too, and he also finished, right in your cunt. He fucked you through both your orgasms and eventually came to a stop, both of you panting as he laid down on your side in the bed.

"That was.."

"Awesome, huh?" he smirked.

"Y-yes" you whispered.

"Y/n...I'm so damn sorry for leaving you like this. I was just trying to protect you." he finally said.

"D-don't worry.. it's okay. I'm just glad you're safe, you dummy." you scoffed.

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5 times she almost she almost confesses, and the one time she actually does. ( Lucy Chen x firefighter!reader.)

been in the works for a long time.. i apologize

it has been a while but i’ve been struggling (still kinda am) but im trying to work on myself and i have more time to write now!!

1.

The first time she almost says it, it’s mainly as a joke, but she’s cut off by you.

It was only the third or fourth time she’d met you, but she thought you were gorgeous and she would’ve sold her soul to go out with you.

On a random Tuesday, her and Officer Bradford responded to a distress call that happened to involve a house fire. Which was why you and your station were later called.

You’d had run-ins involving Tim Bradford and his rookies in the past, so you weren’t completely struck by this form of ‘teaching,’ but you were still surprised.

When you arrived on the scene Officer Bradford was telling Lucy she should help out since they were the only ones available in the moment, and you all but yelled out for Lucy not to do that.

“Officer.. Bradford!” Bailey shook her head in disapproval. “You should never enter a burning house without the correct equipment.”

“We were busy waiting. For you,” Tim leaned forward angrily, and that was when you entered the house, so you didn’t hear the end of the conversation. But you would bet good money that Bailey won that argument.

You moved through the house along with a few other firefighters, and that was when you found Lucy in the kitchen, all but coughing her lung out.

“Officer Chen,” You took one of her hands and placed the other on her back so you could help her out of the house and off the counter she was leaning on.

She leaned most of her weight on you, because she was weak from smoke inhalation, but you eventually picked her up to get her out.

You sat her on the back of the ambulance, and started checking her out since you had some paramedic training under your belt, and the other paramedics were checking on the more serious injuries.

“You okay?” You immediately put a gas mask over her face so she could breathe.

She tried to remove the mask to speak, but you shook your head and said, “Don’t talk. Just nod yes or no.”

She gave you a nod to let you know she’s okay.

Officer Bradford appeared in front of the two of you, but you shake your head at him.

“Uh-uh,” You pursed your lips and stepped in front of him. “I think you should go elsewhere. After the stunt you just pulled, you ought to be put on probation, but it’s not up to me.”

“I—“ Tim stood there with his mouth open, like you could stand there and talk to him like that.

“So you can take yourself back over there to the rest of your cop buddies, while I clear Officer Chen for duty,” You stood, one hand on the mask and one hand on your hip.

Tim clears his throat, “I’ll wait over there.”

“I thought so,” You nodded and watched him walk back over to the police cars.

Lucy let out an exasperated laugh, “Thank you. I needed that. I may regret it tomorrow, but, he deserves it.” Lucy pauses. “I literally lo—“

“It was no problem, really, I see he’s a bit stuck up. Someone had to put him in his place,” You cut her off, not even realizing she was trying to speak until after. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“Huh?” Lucy thought it would be best if she acted like she wasn’t saying anything. “Oh, nothing.”

“Okay,” You nodded. “You’re okay to go, but take your time. Make sure if you’re out of breath at any time, that you take a second to rest. My orders.”

“You got it,” Lucy stuck her thumb up with a smile.

“Bye, Officer Chen.”

2.

The missile attack took everyone by surprise, even you.

The Los Angeles Fire Department worked to help with damage control and to help maintain traffic on the freeway and along the streets.

It didn’t work very well, but it made you feel better to do that than to just sit around while the world ended.

Angela and Jackson eventually told you to just give it up because nothing was going to help if the world was really going to end in less than an hour.

You fought against her, but she told you and Bailey you should go find Tim and Lucy and find shelter, as they weren’t answering the radios.

Bailey grabbed your arm softly and pulled you away, because she knew about your small but growing crush on the woman, and she knew how worried you were, even if you pushed it down.

Angela told you their last known location, and that’s where you found them, drinking their worries away.

“Officer Chen,” You nodded with a small smile on your face — although it was fake, it was nice of you to try.

“Y/n,” Lucy’s eyes softened at another familiar face.

You look to Tim, and even though you weren’t his biggest fan, you greeted him with a pat on the shoulder. There was no need to keep enemies if you were about to die together.

“What are we drinking?” Bailey asked nervously.

“Tequila and Scotch,” Lucy tried handing the tequila to Bailey, but she shook her head.

“I’m not a tequila girl.. wine, and I can get down with.”

You chuckle lightly as you watch Bailey wander off to find a bottle of red wine, and take the bottle from Lucy. Your hands brushing in the process.

“I think I love you,” Lucy stumbled over her words slightly, and you just let out a breathy laugh.

“That’s very sweet, Officer Chen,” You kept your eyes on her as you took a sip from the bottle.

“The world is gonna end, so I thought I’d tell you,” Lucy shrugged jokingly, but deep down inside (and later in the months) she wasn’t really joking.

When it was all over, you found yourself sort of wishing she’d meant it, but you’ve only seen her a few times, and you barely even knew her favorite color. Not to mention she’d never even asked you on a date.

3.

You were very surprised when Lucy had asked you to be her date to Officer Angela Lopez’s wedding, but you reluctantly agreed to go.

The two of you had swapped numbers after the false missile attack, and she texted you like crazy.

Not that you’d ever complain, because the pictures of puppies and random selfies throughout the day was something you came to look forward to.

It’s months later, though, and you’re glad Lucy asked you out (kind of), finally!

You lived with Bailey, as she was your best friend, and the two of you decided to get ready together since John Nolan had asked her to come along as well.

You wore a lighter blue dress that had just been sitting in the back of your closet for months. It was a spaghetti strap, and it flowed along your body nicely with a slit up your leg.

You bought it for another occasion, but never ended up using it, so you just pushed it in the back, thinking you’d never have another need for it. But Bailey found it and convinced you this was exactly what you needed to wear to impress Lucy.

And she was right.

You’d pay good money to relive Lucy’s reaction to your dress over and over.

She had no shame in looking you up and down, which was good, because you had no shame in doing it to her, either.

The both of you looked away with a small blush on each of your faces from being ogled. That is, until Jackson pushed Lucy towards you.

“I’m going to go check on Angela,” Jackson removes his hand from Lucy’s back, and the two of you nod, but you aren’t really looking at him — more at each other.

“You look.. gorgeous,” You shook your head, amazed.

“You do too,” Lucy scoffed slightly. “If there was a competition, I think you’d win with flying colors.”

“Have you seen yourself?” You continued to ogle her.

You grab her hand softly, and lift your arms above the two of you so you can spin her around, her dress flowing freely with her.

“Oo, you’ve got moves,” Lucy laughed as you spun her back towards you.

“Yes, I do,” You lifted your brows jokingly. “We’ll have to dance together later.”

“Why not now?” Lucy whined. “We could just dance right here, right now. I don’t care who sees. Please?”

“Fine,” A small smile graces your lips. “But only because you asked so nicely.”

You timidly place a hand on Lucy’s back, because this was new territory, and you didn’t want to overstep. And you place your other hand in hers.

The two of you slow dance to a song that doesn’t even match your rhythm, and neither of you care.

Lucy spins you this time with a giggle, and your all but fall into her arms on your way back in. But you’re especially struck when she dips you without warning.

“I have moves?” You question with a huge grin on your face. “Look at you, Miss. Chen!”

She slowly lifts you back up and you are about to kiss her when a bunch of people start crowding around you.

“Lucy,” John is the first to speak, and with a shake to his head, Lucy removes herself from you.

“What?” Lucy’s smile is gone, and she’s given sympathetic looks. “Someone tell me what’s wrong. Now.”

Tim steps forward anxiously and whispers something in her ear, and you only catch parts of it.

Lucy looks like her hearts been ripped out of her chest over and over again, “O— oh. What— who did this?”

You lean forward and grab her in your arms, because all you heard was “Jackson and Lopez,” and “Missing.”

“Lucy,” Grey says in a plain voice, but there’s so much behind it, and Lucy pulls herself together.

“I have to—“

“Of course,” You held onto her hands, pulling her in for a small kiss on the cheek. “Text me if you need anything, okay?”

“Yes,” Lucy nods. “I lov— erally can’t thank you enough.”

You shake your head trying to figure out what she just said, but then Bailey is beside you and the two of you are following closely behind them to exit the venue.

4.

You hadn’t heard much from Lucy in the span of a few weeks, and you were starting to worry.

Especially because Lucy was an over the top texter, and she hadn’t so much as sent one message a day. More like two in a week.

She was coping the loss of her best friend, you knew that, but it didn’t stop you from worrying.

You wanted to bake her some cookies and put together a small basket like she had when you were sick a month or two ago.

Bailey offered to come along, but you told her not to worry. Not because this was something you wanted to do on your own, but because she’d been off and on with Officer John Nolan, and you couldn’t stand to be put in more than one awkward interaction today.

Once the basket was put together (you had to have Bailey help you wrap it up and put the bow on, but that’s beside the point) you left and made your way to the station.

“Is Bailey with you?” John perked up from the front desk upon your arrival, but he was quickly put back down after not seeing her.

“Not this time,” You shrugged apologetically. “I’m looking for Lucy. Is she in?”

He eyes the basket up and down, “She might be in the break room for her lunch.”

“Has she eaten?” You knew it was a long shot asking him, because he’d probably been out there all morning, but it was worth it to try.

“If I guessed, I’d say no,” He shook his head.

You sighed, biting the inside of your cheek, “I’ll just have to force feed her some of these cookies.”

“Sounds good,” John chuckled as you walked through the station, finding Lucy sitting where John said she might be. No food in sight.

“Y/n,” Lucy gives a slight smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.

“Hey,” You placed the huge basket on the table and Lucy’s eyes are drawn to it.

“You didn’t..” Lucy frowned slightly. “You really didn’t.. have to.”

Lucy’s lips started to quiver, and you were quick to hug her tightly. You hadn’t seen her since the wedding, and obviously hadn’t spoken much either, so you were walking in blind today. No clue how she was holding up.

“Shh,” You let her cry into your chest, rubbing her back reassuringly. “It’s okay, love. It’s okay.”

Smitty begins to walk in, head hung as he looks at his phone. He looks up with a startled expression, “Oh— uh, Chen..”

“Get out!” Lucy cried into your arms, and you just chuckled at the interaction.

Smitty stood still, unsure what to do, “I think it’s best if you go..” The two of you stood awkwardly, just staring at each other. “Hello? Move.”

He swallowed and nodded his head, shutting the door on his way out.

“I lo—“ Lucy stutters and you just nod your head.

“I know. Shhh, I know,” You place a small kiss on her head. “It’s okay.”

5.

Responding to a quiet call in what looked to be an abandoned house was just what you needed today. Until it wasn’t.

You’d disappeared through a hallway because Bailey said she had the foyer, but she didn’t.

When you came back, she was trapped in what looked to be a trap of some kind — and you could only assume it had to do with Rosalind Dyer.

You and your group quickly called the LAPD, and soon enough, your girlfriend of two months walked in. You’d now known each other for a year and some.

“Y/n,” She hugged you quickly, placing her forehead to yours. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Gee, thanks,” Bailey said sarcastically from below.

“I don’t think I could handle it if it were me down there,” You say truthfully. “You’re smart, and you’ll know what to do, Bails.”

“It was designed for me,” Bailey quickly observes the tank.

Your heart drops and breaks in your chest for your best friend, and you’re so scared you feel as though you may have a panic attack.

You feel Lucy shift closer to you, her lingering touches bringing you comfort.

A sympathetic smile sets on her lips, a quirk in her eyebrow to ask if you were okay. You give a nod in response.

Things escalate quickly after that. John disappears, Bailey comes close to death, it’s a whole mess. And you’re struggling to breathe because you can’t lose your best friend tonight. It just couldn’t happen.

As Celina encourages Bailey to stay under the water longer when the explosions happen, you’re standing off to the side, a hand held to your mouth to hold the vomit in.

Lucy stands from her crouch, a gentle hand coming to your back to soothe your anxiety.

The bile lowers, and you attempt to speak, but she beats you to it.

“I l—“

For once you think you understand what she’s trying to say, and the swallow that contracts her throat says it all for her. You knew, and you reciprocated, but now wasn’t the time. There was too much going on all at once and you couldn’t accept the words here— not like this.

A slight nod from you and Lucy’s eyes changed.

“She’s going to be okay,” It was an empty promise, both of you knew, but she was trying to convince the both of you. “Come here.”

She wraps you in her arms and for once you feel safe.

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When she actually says I love you, you were in the hospital.

It was a fire rescue gone wrong, and you were in critical condition.

When Lucy got word she dropped everything and hurried to the hospital. Not even caring about Tim’s insistence on letting him drive her.

She broke twenty different laws on the way there, but the only thing she was worried about was getting to you.

A small smile formed on your lips when you heard her shouts — actual shouts — at the nurse to let her see you. You even think she flashed her badge, and if you weren’t in so much pain you’d laugh.

She does finally appear at your door, her pleads finally working, and you’re more than happy to see her.

She timidly sits on your bedside, afraid she’s going to hurt you from three feet away.

“Lucy..” You try to talk, but it pains you to even do that, and Lucy can tell.

“Don’t talk,” She reaches her hand out but draws it back at the last second because the last thing she wasn’t to do is make you uncomfortable. “Let me speak.”

You scrunch your eyebrows together in concern, because what did she have to say?

“I’m sorry.”

“This isn’t—“

“What did I say?” Lucy attempts to be stern, but it just makes you smile. “I’m sorry this happened to you.”

Your lips wobble and she hates to see you like this.

“Bailey told me you had been rushed to the hospital. I’m so glad she did because I love you and I absolutely cannot lose you—“

Her eyes widen when she realizes what she’s said, her hand shooting to her mouth in shock.

“I.. I—“

“Lu—“

“Should I go? I should probably go, right?” Lucy nods nervously. “Or— just forget I said anything at all.”

“Lucy, I love you too.”

Your words catch her off guard, and suddenly the frown on her face is turned into a wide smile.

“You do?” She breathless.

“Of course I do. How couldn’t I?”

[i-am-a-l0st-gh0st]

Scaramouche x gn!reader- day 24

Summary- you finally see your old best friend after a long time but not in the circumstances you thought.

T/w- police au, gun, angst, slight comfort (still flufftober guys

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"Hands where I can see them!" Your voice cut through the downpour of rain.

"Fine fine." A voice grunted.

Scaramouche had been caught in act, and you his childhood friend had arrested him.

"You have a right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used in court."

"I know the drill." Scaramouche sneered.

You'd never thought you'd be here. Sure he was a good kid slightly rebellious but still. Now rain coated the both of you as the knife dropped to the floor.

"Y/n, don't you remember me?" He spoke taking a step closer..

"Not a foot closer."

Back when you were kids you only used to play pretend I'm these scenarios. You never thought it would actually become a reality. Even when you were in the police academy together. What had happened?

You took the cuff from your belt and chained them around his wrists, they were smaller then they were better. You were on duty, you couldn't say anything to him. It killed you, you wanted to know what had happened to your once best friend.

*Couple days later*

On your day off you came to visit him at the station. Seeing him sitting there with no life in his eyes was something you hoped you'd never have to see.

"Kun- scaramouche?" You stuttered over the nickname.

His eyes flickered up to meet yours through the strong bars. It hurt, more than it should've. Right now you would've given anything to hug him, and tell him you miss him. You miss his laugh, his smile, his hair, hsi everything. But instead he turned out like this.

"Please let me hug him once more." You said to a nearby officer.

"Y/n you know I can't let you."

"Please, I can handle myself."

So you ran and hugged him tightly. He grunted at you, but never complained about the touch. It was almost like a scene from a movie. Time seemed to stop when he wrapped his arms around you too.

"Your stupid."

"I know."

[y123345]

Spy in disguise

Jen was the best detective well known by the whole division. Not only did she excel in capturing bad guys but also in disguies. In fact, her nickname was the disguise matser. She could turn herself into anyone male female young or old alike which is the reason why she was in a secret mission infiltrating a drug gang. Being heavily pregnant as she was, her disguise was a middle age man with a beer belly. The police was tipped off that the largest amount of drug in history was about to be smuggled and needed to take action asap. As excited as she was to be a mother, she couldn't let go of this huge case. And with her disguise abilities, she was the perfect match to be a spy. In addition, she had gone undercover countless times amd successfully taken down the criminals. This time would be easy peasy too she thought.

Several weeks had passed. She ( disguised as a he) had gained the leader's trust to an extent that she got to know every move, every plan but nothing about the said huge drug deal. She became impatient. What if her baby was due and she didn't get the chance to capture them. What if the boss had known her disguise all along and was purposely keeping her close. But that was impossible because she knew her diaguise was perfect. She successfully turned herself into this middle age man, even her pregnant belly was diaguised as a beer belly. Even with the huge belly she fought so good that the boss even made her his body guard. One downside is that as the boss's bodyguard, she had to fight a lot, like a lot, not only that she had to be with him every second following everywhere he went, driving him to his desired places including picking up and dropping off his kids at school. She accidentally got hit in the stomach sometimes but luckily she just ended up with a bruised belly, the baby was unharmed.

Time passed quickly and she was now 38 weeks pregnant. Yet, no drug deal till now. It became uncomfortable for her to do her usual errands with her growing belly. The boss wanted to take his kids to the amusement park one day and as her duty was a body guard, she had to follow. He had rented out the entire amusement park. So, there was no one else there aprt from them.

Little did she know that there was a mole in the police force and that the boss knew she was the infamous disguise master Jen all along. He tried to kill her off by sending her to dangerous missions but even with a huge belly, she succeeded. He thought she might give up if her baby was at risk of getting hurt but she was so damn stubborn. The bigger her belly got, the more dangerous and physical jobs the boss send her to. But she was so confident that she thought no one knew about her being a spy and being pregnant.

On the amusement park, she saw several signs that pregnant women were not allowed on certain rides. She just silently prayed that she won't be put on those rides. The kids wanted to ride bumper cars and the boss ordered her to get in every single ride the kids wanted to and accompany them all day long.

In addition, the boss send three of his minions together with them whose mission is to make her hurt and withdraw her from the spy mission or kill her if possible.

The bumper for sure was fun, I mean for the kids. For her, not so much. Every time someone bumped into her car, her belly was slammed to the steering wheel due to inertia causing her painful contractions. She felt a 'pop' and a warm gush of water came down her pants. 'Oh crap! My water has broken' she thought. The boss's minions purposely kept bumping her car continuously until the time ran out. She lost count how many times she was thrown back and forth, her eyes became blurry due to the pain and she had to hold her belly gritting her teeth and trying to sooth the pain.

The day continued, the kids wanted to get on almost every single ride and she could barely walk now. The safety bars and belts on the rides were the worst. Those were either pressing her stomach in half from the front or pushing down from above. The baby descended into her birth canal more after each ride opening her wide. She ignored the dumpness on her pants and luckily no one bothered to ask. The boss was so satisfied. His plan worked! Her water had broken. She would leave the gang and he could finally do the deal.

Her contracting belly was hard as a rock, her back and belly was killing her. After a really long time of suffering, she decided to tell the boss that she ate the bad seafood last night and she now has to go back home and she would immediately be back tomorrow. The boss wasn't amused. He wanted her to gone forever not coming back the next day. So he decided to go to the final plan. He went " okay one last ride and you can go rest at home", smiling sneakily. She sensed something was off and before getting on the roller coaster, she called her police supervisor who she put as her emergency call.

She struggled to get on it with the baby already in her birth canal widening her hips. No one else except her was getting on. She knew something was terribly wrong and tried to get off immediately but her huge pregnant belly had been getting in the way. The boss errily smiled and said " Think you can trick me miss detective. I know who you are. You don't need to pretend to be a obese dude. Now you will pay the price. Time for the ride!"

Then before she could react, the safety bar came down with so much force and hit her belly violently. She wailed in pain and felt like her stomach was about to rupture. The pressing force pushex her baby further down and the head started to crown. She could feel the fetal head stuck in her opening being blocked by the ride's plastic chair. The bar was still pressing down her belly and yet the baby had nowhere else to go. She tried to get up but it just made the bar pressed further down. The boss, his minions and his kids were laughing at her pain. She was drenched in sweats, her face wrincing in pain, the head being squeezed out by the contraction and pushed back by the chair. It was all so much fun for them. The boss signaled his man and suddenly another bar came out from the front amd crushed her belly. Now her stomach was squished from above and the front, indenting her stomach dangerouly. She was a mess at this point, crying , sobbing with a large pool of liquid at her feet.

"Now time to go" the boss said and left her just like that with both bars still pressing and disfiguring her belly. An hour later, her supervisor she previously made a call arrived and lift the bars from the ride's control center got her down and sent her to the hospital. 4 hours later, she was seen breastfeeing her baby on the hospital bed cradling with all smiles. Her stomach was black and blue from all the hits she took but a tough woman would be fine in a few days.

[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Saturday lovely Fandom. Zero Chenford in this one but it is very good ep overall regardless. They’ve got good separate moments. Still a good ep for them as characters. This will probably be way way shorter than usual ha. We haven’t had this small of content since the Fed eps in S4 which were meh af ha Let us get started.

5x15 The Con

We start out with Lucy and Aaron doing some leg work for Angela's OP on Elijah. This entire ep centers around it and everyone's part in it. I do love how Aaron fits in with both Lucy and Tim. Fun to see them work this OP together to take down Elijah. Lucy moving like a skilled bad ass planting the bug on his car. Aaron being the decoy pretending to be a clueless bystander. I adore her ‘Tell your dog I said Hi’ Feels like a Melissa shirt and I love that. I recall her wearing it in 4x03 as well. Always enjoy seeing pieces of Melissa appear on the show. Anyways fun to see her being a BAMF in the field. They work well together.

19 minutes into an episode to see my boy isn’t acceptable LOL Mmm but what a shot it is though my god. Metro Tim in his tight shirt, can see his badge near his hip, and his gun also hanging out on display. Mmm yummy. That duty belt is doing thing to me clearly haha *ahem* Back to the SL though... They’ve captured Elijah’s top lieutenants. Trying to give the illusion Abril has captured them. Trying to get Elijah to spook for their OP tonight.

I do love the crossed arms. One of my favs Tim positions. Those sexy biceps will be the death of me. But then so will this entire ensemble of his. Then we get a nice shot of him staring into interrogation as Garza leaves. ‘Metro Police’ Stretched deliciously across his back. Man is fine af. Oozes sex just standing there.

Aaron and Lucy are still following Elijah around. Listening into his phone calls. Seeing if their spooking is working. It would appear that it is. He is in a panic since his Lieutenants have been snatched and now his lawyer. It is fun to watch Lucy in her element in the field. Her and Aaron make a solid pairing to watch. We needed this since her and Tim can’t always be together on job now for most part.

Elijah calls for Angela. Earlier in the cold open she offered him a deal. To help him take out Abril’s heavy hitters in exchange for her family’s safety. He scoffed at her offer and passed. Now he’s in a panic and wants the deal. Angela telling Elijah her hitters are at a house in North Hollywood. That he can take them out tonight. It’s a smart trap to set for him and he’s taking the bait.

Celina is involved in this OP as well. Nice to see all hands on deck for this. She is being used as decoy for Elijah’s guys to see. Make them look like they’re distracted and weak before they move in. Mmmm love Tim leaning against that door frame. Sexy beast of a man. Just waiting with his team to spring into action. I love watching Tim in the field. See how his mind works. Always have because he's just so damn good at what he does. Watching him in full tactical gear doing same thing? *fans self* I'll take Metro Tim in the field all damn day.

I also love watching Lucy in field as well. They’re both in their element in this OP. It’s really fun to watch them do what they do best. They're both so good at their jobs and this episode is a good reflection of that. I'm just so proud watching Lucy in these scenes with Aaron. Getting to see Lucy command her portion of the OP. Directing Aaron on what to do. Making calls for them on the fly like above. I know Tim would be so very impressed just watching her handle herself like this. I know I am.

The tension leading up to Elijah getting up to the house is immense. They can’t arrest him unless he is physically on the premises. Not only that but has break into the house with their illegals firearms. If they do anything before then it won't stick. It'll look like more retaliation from Angela and nothing more. Tim and his team waiting inside for him to enter guns at the ready. Yum.

Lucy and Aaron coming in as backup. They’re entering the perimeter when Aaron kicks a bottle…loudly ….It ruins the entire OP. Elijah bails on the attack. They head back to their cars. They spent the entire day setting this up and it's ruined in an instant because Aaron wasn't looking where he was going. Oof.

The angry glare Lucy gives Aaron. Phew Lord. Man if looks could kill.... This is my favorite part of the episode. She learned that disapproving glare from her man. Aaron is feeling the weight of it as he follows her. Deflated and knowing he is the one who blew this OP. It's a rough night to be Aaron.

Also i’m just continuously proud of the bad ass Lucy's become. Running her own side of this OP like a boss. Aaron following her without question. It’s why he’s feeling crushed she is disappointed in him. That look said more than she could ever yell at him in this moment. LOVING her hair in a pony tail for this OP too BTW. Fantastic.

That’s all she wrote for this one. Zero content but still good field moments. Watching them both in their element always fun to watch IMO.

No side notes since this was basically all non Chenford ha

Thank you thank you to all who like, comment and reblog these reviews. Insane we're barreling towards the end of this season. You all have made this so much fun. I shall see you in 5x16 :)

[thelostandforgottenangel]

Can I do a TMNT ask? How would the guys react to having a S/O who's clairvoyant? Not full on psychic, but still pretty good at picking up on things. Thank you for the consideration! And good luck in your studies! 🐢❤💙🧡💜

I can't believe I was going through my flash drive trying to reorganize my files and found this ... then too realize not only did I never get to post it I completely missed the point of the ask and had to fix it!

I am so sorry @darksaphire2002 I swear I didn't mean to keep you waiting for your ask and I hope you can forgive me. Also sorry in advance cause I am sure this wasn't anything like you were wanting but I tried my best to make sure was worth your wait so I really hope you enjoy

Leonardo had actually had a good relaxing day with his mate after training with his brother’s and father, then to top it all off getting to spend all day with her he was sure it was all a good sign for tonight’s operation but as the sun started to sit he had seen her start to act strange before pulling him aside

He had lied earlier and told her it was a simple patrol they were going on but had noticed she was getting antsy and overwhelmed; just thinking it was just her normal nerves over his safety while he was out

“Hana, we will be fine, it’s just a quick run”

Her first attempt was brushed off with a peck to her cheek and his promise that everything would be okay

He was just finishing checking his nightly gear and putting on his belts when she came in the room quickly grabbing his hand looking a bit unnerved whispering he couldn’t go, he of course started to once more reassure her but she cupped his cheek seeming distant as she just looked through him

“Leo please… I don’t know how but I know you are not going out on a simple patrol you are too geared up for that – you can’t go where ever you four are planning… my stomach is tight; something don’t feel right so please – please just stay here”

His icy blue eyes stare at her for the longest time before leaning on the bench behind him

She rarely asked him to neglect his duties but was noticing she had a tendency to voice things right before something big happened finding it odd but hadn’t really thought much on it

When they met a few years ago they had stopped by her place on the way home; she had offhandedly asked Donnie if they had heaters that worked in the middle of a very different conversation and even though it confused them deeply the genius had gone on a long rant of his new heaters he had upgraded after last year got cold

She had said nothing more past telling him he might want to see if they worked later and keep them running but that night the city froze and they had luckily already had them on before the underground got cold

There was also the night they had mentioned they were going down by the docks to see the fireworks but as they started to leave she had asked for them to stay back so they wouldn’t get hurt, halfway through the show something had malfunctioned and the roof they had wanted to hang out on just off the dock was hit sending a blaze over the area

After some more pleading on her part he gave seeing how nervous she was at the idea that he and his brother’s are going to be on the surface so he gave and told his brother’s they were not going on patrols tonight.

They were clearly confused but don’t ask questions hearing they would get a free night

A bit later his phone had started ringing off the hook and even though they were in the middle of a movie he finally answered the call after seeing it was Casey, who was terrified asking if they were okay, once their friend calmed down he finally heard the words he had been trying to get out

The building they were supposed to be staking out and inspecting for suspected Foot activity after the police got an anonymous tip had just blew up and collapsed.

He still hadn’t processed the man’s words but grew suspicious immediately, observing the woman just staring off at the wall looking lost and worried at her gut feeling but tried to let it go telling Casey they were fine and something else had come up not understanding how she could have known something bad was about to happen

Her eyes meet his after he hung up asking what was wrong, seeing his caution directed towards her she knew instantly what he was thinking but he don’t look angry or upset before he was sitting beside her once more taking her hand in his keeping their eyes locked together

“Hana… I think we should have a talk-”

Raphael had been looking forward to tonight for over a week so ready to take his bike out after getting on the new modifications he couldn’t wait to see her in action plus Mikey had been getting on his nerves with his usual high energy and the annoying need to prank him at every free moment the youngest had

He was so excited while hanging out with his girl he didn’t notice her hands starting to move and twitch as she tried to keep her breath steady but finally when he looked over he saw her in one of those rare panic modes in a small trance just staring off into space quickly going to her “Ay… Baby ya okay–? Yer lookin pale…”

“Raph… I think you should call Casey and reschedule for another day-” she wasn’t really looking at him and he immediately got defensive cause she knew how long he had been waiting for this night having told her more then once but stopped as she tears up pulling his face down to look at her seeming afraid once she snapped out of it “Please I’m not sure why it just feels like if you go I will never see you again…”

Even as the woman pleaded and begged him not to go out with Casey on his weekly ride he leaned in kissing her lips softly finally “Ay, dis is me we are takin bout kitten… I’ll be fine and I’ll even come see ya after before I head home” he could see her discomfort shushing her just as his friend showed up ready to go

“Fine, if you won’t listen and are set on you going out with Casey – you shouldn’t go your normal route go somewhere different maybe near the park or- or stay close to here just… just don’t take your normal path”

He chuckled and kissed her goodbye pretty sure she didn’t know his usual path while he was riding not sure what she was going on about telling her he’d call later as he rushed out and was gone ready to get going for the night knowing his brother’s would get her home before they started their patrol route that evening

He had tried to forget the interaction even when Casey asked why she had looked so upset having known the woman before the turtles met her; he could easily pick up on her emotions when something wasn’t right but had just told him she had just wanted him to stay home

Even though Raph had brushed off her worry for her just being paranoid and was having fun he had a sinking feeling in his gut

He knew his mate pretty well and one thing she never did was worry for him too much; sure she knew he could be reckless and jumped in without a plan some nights, had seen her fair share of him getting hurt and was visibly upset but she knew him

She had to know by now he would always come back to her but this hadn’t been like her normal worry

It got him thinking on the last few years she had been in his life and he had to admit when she said something he listened but her words kept ringing in his mind as they raced off down the streets, she could always tell when something was wrong and it left him preoccupied for a while that maybe it wasn’t her being able to pick up on the obvious

Over their time as friends before their relationship started he had laughed when she would say something only for it to happen soon after; it had been the funniest thing for him to tease her on

Like her telling Mikey he should pay attention more while flying before he broke something after a near miss only for a week after his brother had been goofing off and slammed into a pipe breaking his collar bone had made him laugh but then it had happened again

A lot and he wondered if he should have thought on it sooner

Telling Leo while absentmindedly making a list of things they would be needing her next store run that maybe they needed to take a night off then the temperatures were starting to drop mumbling they might get into trouble had his big brother responding with their patrols couldn’t wait

Three hours later he had ate those words and had to call her to see if they could crash at her place when the weather had turned on them trapping them in a blizzard and the look on the leader’s face when they rushed through her window caked in snow had made Leonardo respect her insight to things more then he would admit

The night she had asked them if she could stay at their place because her home didn’t feel right had him caving at the opportunity to spend more time with the woman only for her to call them the next afternoon when she ran home for something to find her house had been broke into and vandalized the most damage being in her bedroom

Had she been home she would have been hurt or worse from what they shown up to see after the NYPD had left and Casey had let them know it was safe to enter

She had even woken him up mumbling one night in her sleep beside him the first night she had stayed in his room that the city was going to go dark three hours before a major black out but never really remembered saying anything when he mentioned it the next day

He tried to push it to the back of his mind as they neared their turn to head for their usual spot but his stomach forming into pits meant he couldn’t shake it

Instead at the last minute he signaled to his friend riding behind him to hang a turn left instead to shoot in the opposite direction and although his friend had been confused he followed

They finally stopped off in an alley and he had barely got to celebrate how great the new upgrades were or answer the man’s question on why they were going elsewhere before his phone was ringing on his hip groaning thinking his brother was about to ask his where he was given he was supposed to meet them after his ride but as he answered he heard something he never had

Leo sounded out of breath and panicked but almost relieved to hear his voice

Before he could ask what was wrong the leader spilled it; they had been leaving his mate’s place when she mentioned they should go see if he was okay but wouldn’t say much more still freaking out from earlier, they had gone to meet up with him near his usual route after making their own rounds so they could finish up together and had found several of Shredder’s men posted atop a roof

There had been an ambush with high powered rifles waiting for them to head down that street

He had looked at Casey before immediately hanging up his phone and jumping on his bike yelling he had to go as he tore out the alleyway driving fast to get to her home barely getting the bike parked before he was up the fire escape tapping on her window finding it flying open only seconds later to the relieved expression on his girl’s tear soaked face before he was wrapped in a tight hug getting showered with kissed before he was even though the window

Once he had got her to the couch drying her tears he lifted her chin giving her that ‘no bullshit’ look searching her face slowly

“It’s a’ight Kitten… it’s okay ’m fine. Look- ya were right an good thing I actually listened fer once, now spill how ya knew I was gonna get shot”

Donatello had invited her to come hang out earlier that day but had gotten focused on one of his new inventions shortly after when she called saying she was tired and going to take a nap before coming to visit

He knew she had to be tired so just told her to rest and he would see her later but before she had let him go she had told him to take the night easy and try to be get stuck in the lab again too late working on the newest project holding his attention these days

As always she knew him too well even if he hadn’t said a word about him being in the lab or working

When he checked his clock a while ago to see the time he just figured she would come see him tomorrow since it was already past midnight, but when he looked up again hours later there she was in her baggy clothes she wore at home and her hair a mess looking as if she had just woken up but also ran a triathlon had the genius concerned

It was really late; much to late for her to have come down there alone but he was grateful to see her

Not sure when she had arrived he still greeted her happily but unlike all the times before he had looked back again to see her standing just outside the door with wide eyes staring off into the abyss of space

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for her to get sidetracked or lost in thought before she would somehow say the oddest thing only for it later to somehow happen but just figured she was that intuitive

Not like her predicting he was going to mix up his chemicals that one time before it had set his desk on fire or telling him to hide his newest invention from Mikey cause he was going to break it wasn’t already foreseen

He found it peculiarly adorable when she was like that just staring off into nothing even if he was talking to her and it was hilarious to see her get one up on his brother’s by just saying something offhanded only for it to come true

Leo, of course, was really suspicious of her for the first couple of months when at a family dinner just after she started really coming around she had been playing with her food lost in her thoughts not hearing anyone talking to her before mentioning they should check out the east neighborhood saying something seemed to be going on there lately

Of course – he kept up with everything in the city and nothing had come up in any of his recent reports for that portion of their patrol so they hadn’t swept out there in a few weeks focusing more to the northern parts to keep an eye out on the Foot lately since she did live near there

After she said it he had done a few smaller searches listening to Leo ramble on how he was concerned with the woman just vaguely mentioning a part of town she would have no clue they hadn’t patrolled in a while before stepping closer looking over his genius brother’s shoulder to see nothing was found making him dive a bit deeper until he found several different businesses security footage in the NYPD investigation files of numerous break ins

They couldn’t see the perps but a familiar tattoo on one guys shoulder had him delving in to get everything they could, that night they had gone out just to check it out once she had gone home and ended up busting the Purple Dragon’s and their big crime spree that had been going under the radar due to the fear and threats that came with the gangs reputation

Mikey was convinced she was really a witch in disguise after she had offhandedly mumbled Raph should change the bar he always used while lifting while watching her show with Splinter but he had waved her off, not even ten minutes into his workout that night the bar had snapped making his weights crash onto the concrete floor and throwing his brother off his bench

As much as he had looked into it he never really could figure out how she did it and didn’t feel like putting her on the spot by asking her if she didn’t just tell him figuring she would say something sooner or later even if she rarely realized she was doing it but it made them closer

So much so she had turned out to be a really good partner in the lab when she visited

She loved hanging out with him in his sanctuary and usually stole his roller chair right off the bat when she got there if he wasn’t sitting in it even teasing him for losing his seat if he got up but today she looked as if she felt uneasy entering into his lab

Defiantly not her normal behavior

He called out to her making her snap out of it as he connected the last wire but as soon as she was back from her thoughts her hand came up held out to him in an urgent manner

“Donnie… c-could you come here…? I had a nightmare I want you to hold me”

Hearing the terror in her voice he at first hesitated mumbling he was almost done and she could come in there; that it was safe and she was welcome to take the cot before they went to his room in a bit, he only had a few more things to do then he was all hers for the rest of the night

“Donnie, now! Get out of the lab!” her telling him again so forcefully finally got him moving, the genius jumped up not realizing the machine was making a odd sound as he powered it up to check his work going to her fast after seeing how scared she looked

He wasn’t used to this behavior but soon as he took her hand asking what was wrong thinking she was just having an off day she had yanked him out of the doorway and off down the hallway fast making him stumble a few feet

He regained his balance starting to ask her again what was going on trying to pull her back to the lab thinking it was a trick so she could get his chair but before she could respond there is a loud explosion from behind him causing the turtle to quickly grabbed her pulling the woman forward

He pushed her to the ground as debris went flying shielding her to protect his mate from injury having flashbacks to when the Foot had found their last home

Something hits the wall opposite of the two just inches from where they were standing as his brother’s came running having heard the blast, looking up he saw a small hole where something had shot through the bricks and stuck into the bricks across from where they were huddled before getting up wondering what had just happened

She wouldn’t let go of his hand even as he tried to leave her with his family to inspect the room, going inside to see what happened he noticing the machine he had been working on had malfunctioned and blew apart

His eyes went wide sees the room riddled with shrapnel and many of his things destroyed but what really held his attention firmly was a large pipe lodged in the wall where his body had been while he was working on the wires

She was still at his side hugging his arm tight but when he looked down her eyes were locked on where he had been and that pipe that would have no doubt gone right through him in the blast kneeling down taking her face in his hands he blocked her view making her look at him seeing her torment and udder relief once their eyes met

“How-? My love how did you…? Why did you call me out in the hallway again?”

Michelangelo knew he was going to be in trouble but to him this was worth Ha’shi time

He had lied to his brother’s and snuck out for the day after Master Splinter had gone for his nap hoping to surprise his babycakes arriving just as she headed inside the huge building dropping down off the roof he quickly followed in a group gasping at all the neat thins around himHis girl had been going on and on about the comic-con convention she had bought tickets for that weekend promising she would get him something while there but he had wanted to see it himself

He was so excited that nobody is scared cause they thought he is wearing a costume he didn’t see her rush to him but squealed when the girl grabbed his arm asking what he thought he was doing there looking around getting onto him for being so reckless by showing himself

As she was about to take his hand and leave a few people came over commenting on Mikey’s costume loving how much work he had put into it giving her a look as if he was proving her wrong

She turned heading to the table she had been at mumbling Leo was going to kill her but smiled as he nuzzled into her holding tight to his mate

He was like a kid at a candy store bouncing around at all the cool stuff and costumes other’s were wearing, he was so popular with the attendees that everyone was wanting to take pictures with him but she had to jump in and tell them he was incredibly camera shy

They had gone through all the booths he had wanted to go through and he had collected several new comics to add to his collection plus had his shell signed by his favorite comic artist which she promised they would put a clear nail coat over to make sure it lasted later at her place

They were having so much fun both didn’t realize they had been there for hours and it was getting dark out

She had just got a collectable souvenir of one of her favorite anime heroes signed happily gushing how it was going to be her prized piece in the ever growing collection on her shelves when he noticed she stopped mid-step and started looking around as if she is feeling uneasy

The younger male immediately notices going to her side seeing her eyes canvasing the room of the convention center

“Mikey- call your brother’s…”

He was in shock by the command but before he could say a word the small woman was grabbing his arm starting to pull him towards the back towards a small room before he could say a word

“What? But babycakes, we are having fun…” he stopped suddenly when for the first time since they met he put together something he had actually just ignored

“Sunshine…”

What he thought was a funny and cool coincidence that she would and could call things out of the blue before it could happen might be a bit more then just her being

Like advising his genius of a brother to look at a chemical before picking it up and two hours later a loud boom had shook the walls when Donnie had accidently grabbed the wrong chemical and his experiment had blown up in his face but luckily he hadn’t been hurt

Speaking up when they knew she was sleeping on the couch telling Leo to watch his step while he was meditating the leader laughing just thinking she was talking in a dream only for not even five minutes later him to jump off his perch to go get the tea ready for Master

Splinter and his shared quiet time when he step on a baseball that had rolled close enough beside him after Donnie threw it for Raph to hit causing the leader to not only roll his ankle but hurt his bad knee and crack his shell on the fall

The most recent had been about a month ago; she had been sitting quietly on the couch while watching TV with him when his massive brother walked through the main area quietly, to watch his babe go from laughing her butt off to just suddenly going quiet before she had warned Raph that he should stick close to his older brother that night but hadn’t said anymore and when he asked her about it she had just looked at him as if she didn’t know what he was talking about.

Raph had grumbled and laughed it off but Leo hadn’t taken it lightly having seemed to catch onto something they hadn’t yet

Later on while heading home after checking on the city and no action Raphael had been getting a bit ahead of them in his urgency to just get home for the night disappointed it had been so quiet for once but happy they could head in early, they had just landed on a roof when the hothead had turned to yell at his older brother for a stray comment but the second he took the next step Leo had quickly grabbed and yanked the massive turtle back just before several arrows hit where he had been standing one higher then the rest meaning it had been likely to be a kill shot if the leader hadn’t reacted the way he did

Needless to say after that night where as he thought she was the coolest girl he had noticed if she made a stray call out of nowhere his older brother’s oddly took her word highly

Her grip on his hand snapped him back looking her over seeing her breathing had increased and she clutched her chest as if it hurt looking unsure of herself but he trusted her if she was asking him to make the call “Okay – Okay I’ll call them baby just talk to me…”

She shook her head motioning for him to lower his voice pulling him again as she eyed the exits

“Mikey, I need you to trust me and call your brothers… I don’t know why but it feels like you need to go- but not out the doors. You can’t go outside…”

His baby blues although looking hurt that he would have to tell them he wasn’t over at Leatherhead’s and knowing he was about to get grounded by his dad for that split second he actually saw the fear in her worried eyes and immediately called his brothers to meet him at the location

Hearing they already knew where he was because somebody had posted pictures online to their social media and he was in one or two having been taken from a distance

His older brother getting onto him for being careless in revealing himself in the daylight had Mikey stopping Leo mid yell telling him this needed to wait because she had said something was wrong

He was relieved to hear they were already on their way after April had shown them the picture circling the web and Donnie had traced it before feeling her grab his hand as they start to head for the door to their left that was a large meeting area seeing her eyes drifting back before squeezing his arm as they ducked out of the room her pushing him against the wall to look back out once she had shut the door slightly

He didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, nobody was acting strange but the way his love kept looking around had the male concerned; hearing her mumbling something under her breath as her eyes got distant had him barely catching when she said something about ‘his shadow was upon them’ before she was looking to the roof with an eerie expression

Not two seconds later his phone buzzed on his hip noting the message from Donnie telling him not to come out any of the doors and to get somewhere out of sight, his radio that had been on his shoulder turned down buzzed just barely hearing Leo yelling orders before the sounds of a fight caught his attention on the other side of the line seeing her look back at him once he looked away from the screen

He hadn’t said a word and she was already pointing for him to get back further, Donnie’s words had already been followed to a ‘T’ before he had even finished his call and she had done it without seeing the message

Time had ticked away from them in that side room her keeping an eye out holding tight to him and slowly after what felt like an eternity later her whole body relaxed, like the weight on her lifted fast before his cell went off

Soon as he answered Leonardo was ordering for the three of them to get ready to move before coming back to the call telling Mikey he needed to grab her and meet them now so they could get out of there, somewhere in the background he heard his older brothers talking over the problem that they had found as they arrived

Just outside those doors ready to enter the main room had been the Purple Dragon’s with their boss; a few unlucky people had been coming out the doors but hadn’t suffered any fatal injuries before they arrived and took care of the situation

They had all the exits covered meaning if he had left he would have stood no chance in hell at getting away without harm

He looked over at his girl before scooping her up heading for the back door holding their bags in one hand as he exited the building seeing several men on the ground and could hear the sirens of NYPD getting closer knowing they needed to get out of the open fast; hurrying to meet up with his brothers seeing the lectures were going to be withheld until they were back at the lair

Before he could follow the others he looked back at the scene left from the fight now flooded with cops then regarded his mate with a mischievous grin “Okay, so when are you just going to admit I’m right and you’re really a Jedi?”

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"The Good, The Bad and The Ugly"

Season 1 Episode 3: “The Good, The Bad And The Ugly”

“After Nolan and Talia lose control of a crime scene, they begin to debate whether people are fundamentally good or bad; Lucy worries Tim is enabling his wife’s destructive behavior and not taking care of himself".

Original Air Date: October 30, 2018

Directed By: Greg Beeman

Written By: Liz Alper & Ally Seibert

Might as well jump into it, shall we?!

I really love how much action that this show has in it and throughout the episode as well.  I mean if you are going to have a show about being a cop, might as well make it as realist as possible. Calls like the ones that Talia and John were on is what real life officers respond to on a daily basis.  I haven’t watched many cop shows, but the ones that I have watched, this one is by far the most realistic portrayal of the police force!  As much action as this show has, it also has a sense of calmness as well (if that is the right word for it!) Hence the ending scene of our favorite trio on the beach.  

I really like the healthy balance of the work vs personal life of the main characters.  We see who they are while they are in uniform and on duty but let us get to know who they are and how they act when they do take their work belt and badge off.  We are getting to see more of that as each episode airs.

It’s good to see Tim in a uniform again, and I think everyone in the station feels the same way!!  As of this episode, we really don’t know what happened in Tim’s life that made him want to be a cop, but  he really was born to be one.  His looks, attitude, demeanor, it all screams “cop”, but in the best way.  I want to know so so much more about Tim’s life and what happened that made him choose this career path.

Who is Wade Grey?! I still don’t know!!! All we have seen of Grey so far is him catching attitude with Nolan. So to see him in a different light, while talking to a fellow cop that he likes and respects makes us start to warm up to him.  In this episode, we learn through his conversations with Tim that he has this whole past life of being in the force that not even some of his officers know about.  As they are learning, so are we and I feel that there is much more to know and like about Wade Grey, I can’t wait to find out!

Tim and Lucy back together and back on the patrol and why not start the day off with a ‘Tim Test’ because that’s what Tim does best and Lucy is quite receptive to the tests yet and especially this one.  Tim knew exactly what he was doing and all Lucy wanted to do was use the bathroom; but because of how brilliant Tim is as a T.O, no matter where you are as an officer, you can never have your guard down.  The ridicule is cut short when Tim receives a mysterious phone call.  We don’t know from him but it jolts him.  His demeanor instantly shifts, and not for the better.

Tim and Lucy end up in the hospital, as we find out it’s because of Isabel.  Tim becomes a shell of himself when it comes to Isabel.  This is the second time we see her on our screens and the effect that she has on Tim is palpable.  His voice cracks, the tears start to well up in his eyes, he is desperate and pleading.  His wife is in front of him yet she might as well be 10,000 miles away because she isn’t really “his wife” anymore at this point, is she.  

All that Tim has wanted for the past year is to find her and he finally did, but is it enough? Its obvious that she didn’t want to be found so how is Tim feeling about that?  His frustration is growing by the second hence his fist through the wall.  

I think Lucy is justified in her anger towards Tim and in the situations that he has been putting her in this episode/day.  Tim is spiraling, hard and fast.  He is beyond frustrated with his current situation with Isabel and is taking it out and train it too far with the biker gang that they respond too.  Lucy is left helpless to just watch Tim beat these guys while simultaneously getting beaten himself.  This is not the T.O that she originally had and her hands are tied until Lucy offers to help Isabel instead of Tim because she knows it’s the best thing that she can do for him in that moment. Tim has been having an inner crisis this entire episode and Lucy sees it.  Tim wants his wife back.

Lucy went into the apartment for Tim to help Isabel but in hindsight, is Isabel the one that helped Lucy?  Isabel starts to give Lucy a small bit of history between Tim and herself and their relationship.  This new info is just the beginning for the friendship that is to come between Tim and Lucy; but it also makes Lucy start to see Tim in a different light…maybe as an actual person and not just her hardass T.O.

The silence in the car between them is deafening.  This is the first time that we see Tim opening up to Lucy about his personal life and Lucy is very receptive to it as well. There is so much that is wanted to be said when Lucy gets back in the car yet what really is there to say except for the fact that maybe Lucy is exactly the person that Tim needed to enter his life in this exact moment for Tim to start becoming himself again.  Tim is genuinely thankful for Lucy and in what she just did for him.

If Talia was good for one thing this season it was spitting the facts regarding being a cop. Out of the three T.O, I believe Talia has been the most insightful regarding the actual teachings of an officer.  A patrol police officer is more than just patrolling, it is about reading people and situations, the protocols and the black & white of the job.  I like the way she teaches all of that to Nolan.  We see it lacking in the teachings of Tim and Angela, that’s okay because it will all eventually come full circle.  Nolan is trying to see the good in everyone whereas Talia knows better.  Yes she’s human and feels for people, but at the end of the day she’s there to do the job.  Nolan is still very green to being an officer. This is the very first time he’s being held by gunpoint by a criminal.  His first instinct is to talk her down and it works because Talia catches her off guard and tases her.  John has tried to see the good in every single person in this episode whereas Talia sees the bad in them.  

As of this episode, we still aren’t getting a lot from Jackson and Angela; which is fine because I know their moments are coming.  We have insight into Lucy and John but not so much from Jackson yet.  The Angela and Jackson scenes almost feel as if they are scene fillers and an afterthought.  I want to know more about the both of them, give me something! I just don’t feel like anything I have to say about them right now is good enough for me to do a deep dive about it.  I just feel like the conversations were very fluff filled and nothing very deep and personal.

The roll call scenes throughout these first few episodes and in this one are cool to see.  It makes you wonder if this is what actually happens in the beginning of the work day and through it as well in a real life precinct.  It’s a nice way of having everyone in the same room at the same time, while also still showing the individual storylines happening as well for all of our favorite characters!  

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Honorable Mention: Lucy’s Work Belt

Episode Peak: Isabel.

Episode Pit: Still Nolan’s hair.  I am sorry, I can’t stand his S1 hair!

Quote of the Episode:  “See, your problem is that you think that people are inherently good, but you're wrong. People are good when it's easy. When push comes to shove, everyone crosses the line” ~ Talia Bishop

Episode Rating: 8/10.  This episode started to show the cracks in Tim’s personal life, which is exactly what we all needed to see.  The lack of Angela and Jackson is getting to me, I really want to know more about both of them in their personal and professional lives.

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I hope you guys are enjoying reading this just as much as I am enjoying watching and blogging about it!  Again, I really want to know and hear your thoughts and opinions on not only my post but about the episode as well! I truly love interacting with all of you guys!!  Thank you again for everyone for continuing to read all of my posts! You don't have to but yet you are still here!

Until Next Time on “Get in the Shop” …

[streakfreeshine]

Botched Dissuasion

MAJOR CWs:  Firearms, firearm injuries, unrelated character death, blood, and emeto (Really REALLY craving whump paired with a bit of emeto lol) 

Minor TWs: Panic attacks, potential medical inaccuracies, hospitals, minor medical procedures, (probably) unrealistic descriptions of events lol (might write a more realistic robbery now that I know how it would actually go down, now that I’m actually a bank teller now. Interestingly, I started this fic before I even fathomed having a job related to any sort of numbers)

James gets shot in the side of his chest during an attempted bank robbery he tried to foolishly de-escalate, the same bullet also grazes Thomas’ shoulder.

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This is a very dark and heavy piece. Read only if you can handle the trigger warnings!

Thomas was standing slightly behind James as he made a cash deposit when the door to the bank slammed open. Everyone jumped and turned towards the source of the noise. There was a soft chorus of gasps as three men with black surgical masks and beanies piled into the building, all brandishing pistols. James rolled his eyes and turned around. He’d dealt with similar situations while on active duty. ‘I can take care of this. They just need some dissuasion,’ he thought.

“Really guys? You know that won’t end well. They have buttons to alert police. It’s in your best intr-,” Thomas interrupted him with a short smack to the back of his thigh. James opened his mouth to continue but no one could hear him over the single shot that echoed through the space. The man in the center had discharged the weapon into the ceiling as a warning. 

“Shut yer mouth,” the man growled. He looked at the clerk behind James. “Money. Now,” he demanded and approached the counter to the right of James and Thomas. They both turned to face the guy. Thomas raised his hands and shuffled farther behind James. 

“Dude, they don’t have more than three-hundred dollars in their drawers, is nine-hundred dollars worth your life?” James scoffed, knowing he was taking a gamble with his snark.

“James, please,” Thomas begged, fear shining behind a glare.

“You threatenin’ me?” The man shouted through clenched teeth and raised the weapon towards him. “You don’t look like yer strappin’. ‘Sides, I saw you fork over a couple a hundos. Pretty little lady here still has ‘em on her desk,” he spat. 

James foolishly took another gamble and spoke one more time, his hand reaching behind his back, attempting to fein pulling out a weapon from between his belt and back.

“It’s a concealed carry sta-” 

One shot interrupted him and thirteen more rang out as he ducked down and yanked Thomas with him. Everything felt like slow motion.

Just a few seconds later, when he spun around and opened his eyes, he was devastated to find his husband on his knees, gripping his right deltoid, his face screwed up in a grimace.

“Thomas, oh my god, are you hit?” He asked, his eyes wide and full of pure fear, and cluelessly reached out to him. Thomas looked up at him and opened his mouth to reply. His eyes nearly fell out of his skull when he saw his concerned husband.

James’ green shirt had taken on an unusual shade of brown near his right armpit. ‘His shirt wasn’t brown this morning–oh my god.’ he thought, and in less than a second, Thomas had processed the situation enough to begin first aid. No amount of medical training could have ever prepared him for needing to administer emergency medicine on his potentially dying husband.

“J-James– Y-you’re– Lay do-down,” He sputtered, feeling lightheaded.

“Why?” He asked before he felt searing pain in his chest. “Oh god…” he choked out before he fell back onto his behind. Thomas carefully helped him lay back before pulling his shirt up and locating the wound. He immediately applied pressure with his uninjured arm. He flinched as James screamed out in pain. 

“I’m-I’m so sorry, babe. I-I need to st-stifle the bleeding. I know it hurts,” Thomas commiserated before desperately crying out for help.

“T-They’re on their way,” He heard someone stutter in the distance.

Through the ringing in his ears, he vaguely heard the other conversations as he continued to apply pressure.

“T-the clerk is dead!… three people are h-h-hurt… He’s helping another guy… The other men ran… Please hurry!” He refused to look anywhere other than James' eyes. James looked back up at him, eyes unfocused. 

“James, stay with me baby, you’re going to be okay. H-help is on the way,” he said softly, mostly to comfort himself. Without thinking, Thomas used his right hand to brush James’ hair from his face. He winced when the movement sent pain up into his arm. He saw James take a breath to say something, but Thomas stopped him, knowing what he was going to ask.

“Please don’t speak, love. It only grazed my arm, I think.” James nodded slightly, relieved. Ignoring the fact that his arm was now freely bleeding, Thomas carefully leaned in and placed a soft kiss on James’ forehead. 

“I love you, James. We’ll be okay. When this is all over, we’ll g-go to that park you love. Y-you know, the one that ov-overlooks that cliff to the ocean. It’ll be so l-lovely. We’ll hold hands and–and watch the sun set into the ocean. Ju-just stay with me, okay? You’ll be okay, I promise,” he mindlessly babbled. He didn’t know if he was trying to keep James awake, or keep his mind off his own pain. Perhaps both.

Their tender moment ended when paramedics arrived just moments later. Thomas tore his eyes away from James to look up at the woman who ran to them. She knelt down and spoke calmly to James, telling him what they were going to do. She looked at Thomas as he removed his hand from James’ chest, and said something into her walkie-talkie. What she said, he didn’t hear, as he had made the mistake of looking around. Nausea gripped him from the scene before him.

The holes in the walls, the injured woman, the blood. There was so much blood. He further scanned the room and laid eyes on the lifeless body of the man who shot them. The full gravity of the situation hit him hard as the image seared itself into his mind. James’ voice knocked him from his stupor and he whipped his head around to look at him.

“His arm… P-please help him. He’s too st-stubborn for his own good…” James uttered as another paramedic approached Thomas.

“I’m f-fine. It just grazed it!” he stuttered deliriously and scooted backwards, not wanting to speak to anyone further.

“Sir, you’re bleeding heavily. I need to see if you need stitches,” the paramedic told him as he crouched next to him. Thomas indignantly lifted his arm for the paramedic but made no attempt to move closer, never looking away from James.

“Sir, please, I need you to look at me and answer some questions.” he said softly and took his arm in his hands. Thomas vehemently shook his head and again tried to pull away from the paramedic, who firmly held onto his arm. He yelped in pain, which earned him a clouded yet disapproving look from James.

“Thomas, l-look at the man. He’s going to help you, okay Love?” James said through gritted teeth. 

“B-but you–I don’t– I’ll be–“

“Thomas…” James cut him off, clearly exasperated. Thomas’s lip quivered as he pouted at him, but begrudgingly cooperated with the paramedic. Liam – as he found out– began applying a tourniquet to staunch the bleeding, in order to get a cleaner look. James teared up and looked away as he heard Thomas’s scream. 

“I-it hurts! That hurts! P-please s-stop!” He heard him pleading with him. “T-take it off! It hurts!” he cried out. James had never heard him in so much distress, even after he’d completely severed his ACL five years ago. He bit his lip as tears dripped from his eyes onto his ears. The sobbing reminded him of a different time overseas when he comforted an injured young boy who had watched his parents die during an air raid. He mused that the similarities were striking.

James’ pain intensified as two paramedics slid him onto a gurney. His eyes shot open as the gurney was lifted and the legs extended.

“Ow, fuck!” He exclaimed as the pain became too overwhelming when the bed was jostled, rendering him unconscious.

Thomas watched the gurney be rolled away.

“He-hey, you gotta-a take me with h-him! He’s my husband! Please!” He shrieked and scrambled to his feet, leaving an exasperated Liam following very closely behind him, lest he pass out or fall over. Thomas reached out to the other paramedic pushing James and pleaded with her.

“Of course, sweetheart,” she said to him, sympathetic to his situation. She helped him climb into the ambulance and waited for Liam to get in. While the door was still open, Thomas had a view of the inside, but from a different angle. He saw the other injured woman again, being tended to, but his eyes settled on the clerk who had been murdered.

“S-so much blood…” he whispered, a hand moving to his mouth. The other paramedic, who introduced herself as Aurora, quickly pulled the door shut the second Liam was inside. She tended to the unconscious James while Liam spoke to Thomas as the ambulance speeded off to the hospital. 

Liam inspected Thomas’ arm. The way the bullet had traveled through the fatty tissue of his arm left what resembled a deep and thick laceration. 

“Oh yeah, you’ll need stitches, unfortunately,” Liam said after about a minute of examination. “The bullet that struck James very well could have traveled through his chest and across your arm.”

Without thinking, Thomas glanced over at the wound in his arm and his breath hitched in his throat.

“I-I’m going to th-throw up…” Thomas managed, but didn’t leave a single second for the two paramedics to react before vomiting into his hand once. Shame flooded his senses and he forcibly swallowed back the liquid pushing up from his stomach. He glanced apprehensively over at his severely emetophobic husband as Liam held an emesis bag under his chin. Thomas shook his head and Liam pulled the bag away cautiously. 

“Thomas, if you need to be sick, please don’t hold it in,” he chastised. Thomas shook his head again. 

“I need to be strong,” he said stiffly. “He’s afraid of vomiting, even if it’s someone else. I have to–,” his words were interrupted by another heave and a wave of fluid that splashed into the plastic bag under his chin.

“I understand, but you could hurt yourself further. When I get your IV in, I’ll give you something to stop the nausea. Please don’t fight it.”

Thomas hiccuped and gave a small nod before vomiting again. He refused to acknowledge the pinching pain from the needle, instead focusing on James and Aurora. James was still unconscious and pale.

“He’ll be okay, right?” Thomas asked, tearing up again. Aurora nodded.

“Most likely. The bullet appears to have traveled cleanly in and out. As Liam mentioned, it likely exited his shoulder before hitting your arm. He’ll undergo a few different scans to determine if he needs surgery. I can’t give you any more information than that, though. He’ll be in great hands at this hospital. With a wonderful partner such as yourself, he’ll be as right as rain in no time!”

Thomas responded with a minscule nod, followed by another retch and a whimper. 

“Th-thank you both.”

When they arrived, there was a flurry of action as James and Thomas were separated and examined in different ways. Thomas was given stitches and administered fluids while James was sent through an x-ray and a CT scan. He was still unconscious, several hours later, when Thomas was discharged and allowed into James’ room where he found him hooked to a pulse-oximeter and receiving a blood transfusion. He turned to the nurse who had cleared his throat upon entering. 

“Mr. Mercado-Briggs, I presume?” he asked, as he sat at the computer.

“Yes sir, Thomas, if you will, please,” Thomas said with a nod.

“As you well know, James suffered a bullet wound to the right side of his chest. His scapula was chipped by the bullet as it exited. His lungs are undamaged. His ulnar nerve was damaged, but no major blood vessels were affected. However, he will need extensive physical therapy for his shoulder upon release. We are unsure if he will have complete function in his pinky and ring finger. Only time will tell.”

“How long will he be asleep?”

“M’awa’e”, James slurred. “B’rly,” he added. Thomas’s head whipped over to see James struggling to open his eyes. Thomas smiled softly at him, tearing up. 

“You scared me,” he said, openly weeping now. “There was so much bloo-od. It’s so, so different when it’s th-the love of your life. I was afraid you were going to bleed out… I’m so glad you-you’re alive.”

James sniffled and took a deep breath to speak. “I’m sorry, my love… Doctor, may I have a moment with my husband, please?”

“Of course. Call button is near your hand, if you need it. I’ll check back in a few,” he said and closed the door behind him. 

“Thomas.. I’m sorry… I-I didn’t think he’d actually shoot at us,” he spoke slowly, choking back tears. “I thought my bluff would cut it. It’s worked in the past…”

“In the past?! James, you’ve done that in the past?! You’re one crazy SOB. I love you so much.” Thomas placed a soft kiss on his lips and caressed the side of his face. “You ever try a stunt like that again, you’ll be sleeping on the couch for a year,” he whispered, clearly joking.

James laughed out a puff of air and groaned. “Laughing hurts,” he whined. Thomas rolled his eyes and pressed his forehead to James’. They looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds before James moved his head. “Too much fluff, it’s hurting my shoulder”.

“Sorry!” Thomas sat down quickly. When there was a knock at the door, James croaked a “come in”. The doctor popped his head in before entering fully.

“Good news! When your IV finishes, we can get you all wrapped up and ready to go. We’ll go over prescriptions and follow ups now, while we wait”.

It was around eight in the evening when James was discharged. Thomas helped James into the car and buckled his seatbelt. He walked around the car, sat in the driver’s seat, adjusted the seat, and turned the car on.

“Please tell me you aren’t about to drive,” James turned to him and gave him a look of incredulity. “You can’t drive like that”.

“Like what?”

“While on pain medications!” 

“I’m not though, I didn’t want to take any while I was here”. Thomas shrugged his left shoulder.

“Why not?! Aren’t you in a lot of pain? Wait, how’d the car even get here?!” James exclaimed.

“Because I wouldn’t be able to drive us. I had Ryan and Dantae come drop it off. They knew I was safe to drive. I gave them the low-down on what happened before Dantae could freak out, though. They’ll be visiting tomorrow,” he explained, casually ignoring his second question. “No buts,” he quickly added, before James could even say it. 

They drove silently for a few minutes before James fell into a light sleep. He awoke to Thomas’ hand rubbing softly against his own hand.

“Love, wake up,” he said softly, careful not to speak too loud.

“W’re ‘ome already?” James slurred, raising his head to look around. Except, they weren’t at home. He nearly teared up at what he saw. 

“I told you we’d go to the park. It’s your favorite. C’mon, I’ll help you out of the car,” Thomas said as he opened his door and hopped out. He helped his husband out of his seat and held his hand as they walked to the fence at the cliff. 

“I have always loved this park. Can you see why?” James smiled and looked over at Thomas, who had tears running down his face. “Oh gosh, babe, are you okay? Your arm hurts doesn’t it? We could have waited–” James prattled.

“That’s not it, It’s just… It’s so beautiful. I’m so glad we can see it again, you and I. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Thomas, more than you will ever know”.

They both turned back to the sunset before them, watching until darkness took over.

[refriedrambles]

Okay! Note for Gir Goes Crazy and Stuff

The voot changes size between shots, but it's definitely bigger then it's normally portrayed in general

GIR does love his animals

And back to the yelling

"Cows are my friends," whispering into Zim's ear like a little creep. "I don't like you." Coming in hard here Zim.

Operation Dookie isn't a bad plan, but I like how Zim's not realizing or upset about his name being synonymous with shit

Ooo a glimpse into GIR's head. Dancing weenies. How much of this is tv poisoning his brain and how much of this is being wired different

Okay so Zim's quite literally covered in shit on the way back I can get why he's so pissed, but he's keeping it mostly together

Did Zim make the behavioral modulator? Is it based off an existing piece of equipment?

"No more distractions GIR. Attack the human! This time on a dangerously high setting" Like lethal force or is this behavior modulator potentially damaging to GIR at the setting it's on now? Zim? Zim???

He keeps up the duties even after being forced into duty mode. Which is an interesting bit only because he always snaps out of duty mood when doing random shit. He can't shift gears here and I think that's what the eye twitch is about at the end of this scene. That energy's still building up and he can't effectively release it

Even in duty mood he's keeping up the yays and shit. He's being force to be serious and profession and he's still struggling

Zim's so excited when he thinks he fixed GIR and just loses all momentum.

Oh Squid Cop my favorite background human (Squid Cop for best henchmen 2023!)

GIR has so much info on humanity, he probably would have told Zim that was a cop car in his normal mode and still chased after it (with less damage in the process)

Zim is no longer keeping it together

Throws cop to the ground tied up in his own seat belt, "I have captured the enemy for meat testing. Praise me! PRAISE ME!!!" posing the entire time. He is copying Zim's behaviors here

Squid Cop point out aliens and begging for his life in the most cliche, but also some how funny way. "Please! I have a house and children and pets and a toilet- toilet children."

"Make silence now human." is a perfect line and no one can convince me otherwise

Zim experimenting on random children in his free time checks out. Why the happiness centers of his brain specifically? No one, but Nick will know

"With all due respect, you must know the SIR unit code enables freewill in the event that the mission is threatened. This police human was a threat." Very very interesting line here but dude this whole interaction is great.

"You dare tell ME what I already know?!" "Did you know that?" Zim's gonna popped a blood vessel and just lashes out with "Your legs are stupid!" cause he still thinks GIR isn't gonna get it if he tries to explain that yes in fact he did know that

This is all ignoring the fact that said police human would not have been a threat if Zim hadn't ordered GIR to check out the noise or if GIR had put on his disguise before he jumped outside

Duty mode GIR is still just as defective as before

Look the problem in this episode is even after Zim traps GIR in a state of focus that is highly stressful for the bot continues to treat him like he's stupid and he isn't really to begins with. Normally he'd be able to move on let the insults and slights slide off of him, but now. Now he's forced to focus on them. Let them linger in his head because his programming is forcing him to. Especially given who's saying it. He goes into duty mode when he's given orders. Zim's words carry a lot of weight for the bot even if he might not want them too

Zim's probably heard all this shit thrown at him countless times, it's his norm, he knows how to cope. GIR does not

You just don't like him my guy. He's not wrong that switching this guy's brain is in fact a huge waste of time, but he IS being more of a dick then usual

Like GIR's fighting himself on calling Zim here sir and I definitely think it's more because of how he's being treated then what Zim's actually doing. GIR gathering intel from broadcasts isn't even a bad idea even if he was actually functional. In his normal state it kinda good idea, it keeps GIR occupied and away from what Zim might be working on. But like its also why he knows way more about earth and humans then Zim does. It's what typically works the best

GIR's "purpose" and him feeling like his potential is being wasted, who's that remind me of?

I feel like I've done notes on this episode before and came to a very strong (to me at least) conclusion, that I'm now very bias towards and that is likely tainting this batch of notes. But oh well

BUT LIKE AM I WRONG THO??? His threat assessment is off, he's running into things without necessarily thinking them thru (to the extent that the one thing he consistently remembers in his normal state, the dog suit, is completely forgotten), he needs praise, HE DEMANDS PRAISE, he's using the same insult Zim threw at him, everything is about the mission! But nothing is REALLY about the mission. There's this need to prove himself worthy of existence and Zim's attempts to alter and change GIR likely isn't that different to the robot to the threat of deletion. Something as flawed as Zim thinking GIR is broken must mean something is seriously wrong, right? The blow up, the frustration, and turning on Zim? That's self preservation. I don't think GIR hates Zim anymore then Zim hates GIR in this. And I don't believe Zim hates GIR, he might view him as a nuisance, or an obstacle, or even a test, but he could simply just shut the robot down. You know, if he did hate him

Zim is soft underneath everything. Specifically towards his minions, but he doesn't know how to treat them, because no one's treated him right

GIR's fear is being expressed as frustration and rage in the same way Zim typically presents his if he can help it. But there is absolutely some resentment towards Zim from how he's being treated too

I'm going in circles here

This is a stupidly high tech library

"I'm sorry, you have two disks overdue. We'll have to confiscate your retinas." The most annoyingly pretentious laugh leading into a "hmmn" as GIR beats down the door. Lady's got the biggest smile the whole time. Love this line

Her. Unhinged legend. She just goes with it.

This show is perfect. And I especially love the minor characters in this episode

Poor Squid Cop and his existential crisis. (Squid Cop for best henchmen 2023!)

Zim is just like 'I'm a cop now. No one can stop me.' Then immediately 'wtf happened here?!'

GIR is curious to begin with combined with the mission directive and his copying of Zim's behaviors, none of this is a surprise. I really like that he's still using Zim verbiage.

Squid cop just immediately trying to help Zim when he's asked is wonderful

You can't just curse snacks Zim! It goes against everything the Tallest stand for!

WHO SAVED THE DAY?! WHO STOPPED ZIM FROM BEING VIOLENTLY MURDERED BY GIR?! HMMM?! HMMMMMMMMM?!!?!?! (shaking you wildly)

But I do think when GIR says he didn't like being Zim's servant he meant that at least in the moment. Mostly from the stuff he experience while stuck in duty mode, but likely from some stuff before that too. Zim doesn't treat GIR right. I know. He knows too, to some extent, he typically backs off if there are tears because that's how he knows he went too far. But I also think Duty mode was forcing GIR to focus on the negatives, the imperatives and the mission directives. The only fulfillment his code was allowing was that which aligned with his "purpose".

We were robbed of the galactic space battle with Squid Cop. (Squid Cop for best henchmen 2023!) It's truly a crushing blow for humanity. I sob at night thinking of what could have been...

Idk man these are rough notes. A little more polished then normal, but I still haven't really put my thoughts together

Zim keeps his word more often then I'd really expect him to

And I love how Squid Cop turns purple

bye

[jlilycorbie]

Current WIP List

Just to get them somewhat organized in front of me, here’s a list of my current WIPs, roughly in order by stage.

Currently writing:

Untitled Fantasy WIP: fantasy novel, Zaya has a map with a country no one remembers and knows she loved someone she can’t remember, so she’s gone looking for answers. This time, she won’t only find answers, but she’ll help heal a wound in the world.

Bad Fences: horror novel, Barbara’s family helped found her neighorhood generations ago, and she’s the last remaining descendant of any of those founders. She considers it her duty to protect her neighborhood, so she’s horrified when a huge family moves in next door. She’s positive they’re Satanists planning to sacrifice their baby, but really they’re a happy poly family she’s terrorizing.

The Care and Feeding of This House: horror short story, in today’s market, the only way most people can afford a house is if it’s haunted. What if this haunted house has a manual...but it didn’t get passed to the new owner, who has to figure out how to live in harmony with her new home on her own?

Other People’s Stories: fantasy novella? Lim has always lived with one foot in a different world, and it feels like she’s always on the edge of other stories without having one of her own. Then she finds herself in the middle of her own story and it isn’t as fun as she thought it would be.

Untitled Short Story: fantasy short story, when Amelia dreams, sometimes she dreams so deep and true it changes the world.

Back Burner, waiting to finish something else/work out some details:

Magic School Dropouts: fantasy novel, Imogene’s been on the run since she and her best friend snuck away from magic school. She doesn’t want the magic police to realize she’s an untrained magician loose in the world. Except there’s no such thing as magic police, the school she escaped largely isn’t known in the actual magic community (there’s a magic community? And they’ll actually welcome Imogene and help her out?), and her best friend died years ago and now her daughter is trying to escape that same school.

Escape Velocity: science fiction novel, Della grew up in an isolationist, anti-tech cult, but she escaped and went to space.

Heartland: science fiction, maybe ya novel, Dice lives outside of Heartland, an arcology, and she dreams about becoming a teacher and getting to live in Heartland instead of its shadow. Her best friend, Media, actually lives inside it, though they’ve never gotten to meet in person. And together, they’ll undercover and thwart a plot to bomb Heartland. Weird how easy it was to stop it, though.

Still researching/need to start researching:

Untitled Science Fiction WIP: science fiction novel, it’s time to unionize the asteroid belt. Countless people have been lured out to mining colonies on the asteroid belt with promises of big pay. Turns out when they arrive, they’re in dept to the company for the cost of their transport into space, and also the company has to take part of their pay to cover their rent. Oh, yeah, all the businesses in each colony are owned by the company, and your pay can only be converted to an earth currency on earth. And the company won’t pay to send you back to earth, but if you lose your job, you can’t stay in the colony. Captain Petra Quill and her crew pilot a freelance ship on the belt, and when news about what’s really happening in the colonies gets out, they and the other freelance ships are the only hope for the burgeoning union and their fight against the company.

Untitled Horror WIP: horror novel, Unnamed Creepy Dude was moderately well known among the prepper community, and he lived off-grid in a decommissioned military bunker. Sure, he was preparing for the world to end, but also, he needed somewhere private to stash the bodies. Until some of his victims refused to stay where he put them, and now he and the crew from a YouTube channel are all missing.