#hydrotherapy burns

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Let Him Burn

This is an Eddie Diaz requested by Anon, I hope you like it, any feedback is always lovely.

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Summary: (Y/n) takes Chris to the shop for their weekly magazine, but things take a bad turn when someone starts a hostage situation and the 118 arrives to save the day.

Enjoy.

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"Come on then, cheeky boy." Reaching into the car, (Y/n) scooped Christopher up in her arms, gave him a little spin and set him down on his feet so he could grab the crutches that were waiting for him.

She carded her fingers through his wet locks and slung her bag on her shoulder. A smile lit up (Y/n)'s face when Chris started to speed ahead into the shop. Despite just finishing hydrotherapy which was a tiring hour for him, he was still full of energy and ready to go speeding round the shop.

Every Friday after school, (Y/n) would come to the school and join Chris for his hydro session in the small pool at the back of the school. It was a small rectangle pool but they booked it out every Friday so Chris could make use of it and he could be on his own with his parents when Eddie had the afternoons free to join them. Chris loved to splash around and play with the floats and it burned the last of his energy that he had for the day.

Now it was the second routine they had on a Friday afternoon, they went to the shop ten minutes away from home. Chris would choose the same chocolate bar, the animal farm one with different pictures and inscriptions on each one. And he would get a new Dino magazine that came out weekly on a Friday. They contained new miniature figures and fun facts and he could colour and cut out and make new things.

Chris liked (Y/n) to read the facts and stories to him in the evening and then on the Saturday he would spend all morning cutting out and colouring and doing the activities.

It was one of his favourite routines.

"Chocolate," Chris beamed up at (Y/n) when she caught him up and walked into the shop with him.

(Y/n) rested her hand on his back and nodded, following him past the fruit and veg and towards the back of the shop where the sweetie aisle was.

"I think daddy deserves one too, he's done a double shift."

"Yeah!" Chris grabbed two and handed them over, it made him feel special when Eddie would have a chocolate bar with him and they knew Eddie would be home early tonight. He had been on shift since yesterday afternoon so he was supposed to be home on time for tea if all went well.

(Y/n) followed a step behind him round the corner towards the next aisle where the magazines were and right where it always was on the front row was the blue and green magazine Chris always picked. She let him grab it and he juggled it along with his crutch and they dawdled down towards the checkout.

"Why aren't you fucking listening to me? Try it again,"

Frowning, (Y/n) curled an arm around Chris's shoulders and pulled him back into her chest as she stopped walking. She didn't want to go to the checkout with Chris if that man was going to start shouting, it would unsettle her son.

She watched the lady at the desk try his card again but when it didn't work, he slammed his hand down on the counter and threw the bottle of whiskey onto the floor. The glass shattered, the alcohol splashed like droplets of rain forming a puddle and when he shouted, (Y/n) reeled back.

Chris jumped in her arms, the smile instantly dropping from his face as he brought his hands up to cover his ears, holding the magazine tightly against his left ear in his panic.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? I'm not doing this shit, do it properly or I'll light this place up!"

Fear bolted through (Y/n)'s body and tingled down to her toes. The man got a lighter out of his pocket and despite how badly he was shaking, he held the lighter out as if he might either throw it on the alcohol on the floor or throw it on the lady at the checkout. He hadn't made up his mind and either prospect made (Y/n) choke.

Why today? Why did this idiot have to make a fuss today on all days? Why now when Chris was having his Friday routine did this idiot have to make a scene?

"Mummy,"

Reaching down, (Y/n) turned Chris around and let him burrow his face into her chest. He kept his hands covering his ears and (Y/n) tangled her hand into his curls to try and soothe him but she could feel him starting to tremble against her. Each time the man shouted, Chris jumped and shuddered and gasped until he finally screamed.

The scream vibrated through (Y/n)'s chest and shook her heart behind her ribs. She felt the magazine drop to the floor and Chris fought in her arms until he could flop down onto his knees and curl his chest over his legs with his arms pinned into his chest and his hands still over his ears. The crutches fell from his elbows and crashed to the floor with a clattering bang.

"Okay baby, shh, I'm here." (Y/n) went down on her knees in front of him and coiled her arms around him, trying to gently shush him but a fire lit up her eyes when she looked over at the man.

"What's he doing, what're you doing?"

"You're scaring him, what do you expect him to do?" She snapped back, unable to control her own anger. He couldn't expect the few people in the shop to be happy that he was causing a scene. "Baby come here, let's go home."

Reaching forward, (Y/n) curled her arms around Chris's chest and slowly pulled him up into her chest before she tried to stand. His legs hooked loosely around her waist and he tightly dug his arms into her neck until she could barely breathe. His breathing was laboured and harsh in the crook of her neck and he was about to start crying, she could feel it. But (Y/n) didn't get two steps before she stumbled back when the man threw a can of beer her way, narrowly missing her head.

"Stay where I can see you or I'll light this place up!"

Something inside (Y/n) told her to bolt. She could leave Chris's crutches here and the magazine and chocolate which were all on the floor. She could make a break for the exit with Chris in her arms and get in the car and go home. It wasn't worth the risk. As much as (Y/n) could run with her boy in her arms, that man was close and he could still start a fire or throw something else or hurt the cashier.

There was any number of things he could do and (Y/n) didn't want the risk, not unless it was a last resort.

But she didn't know how long Chris could stay here without having a full blown meltdown. Screaming was just the start and (Y/n) dreaded what else her son would do when panicked like this.

"Okay,"

(Y/n) nodded her head and slowly lowered herself down to her knees, still with Chris clinging to her front like a baby monkey. She gently shushed him and started to sway back and forth like when he was little and woke with nightmares. Her hand dug deep into his curls and she kissed his forehead repeatedly.

"Mummy, don't like it." His words were slurred around his thumb he was deeply biting down on, something he did when he was extremely happy or extremely unsettled.

"I know baby, we'll go home soon. I've got you," Shifting round, (Y/n) sat down on her bum, spread her legs out and kept Chris sitting on her lap. She could feel her legs beginning to burn and her lower back was starting to ache already but it didn't matter. What mattered was keeping Chris calm and safe, no matter what.

The stranger started to rant again but (Y/n) couldn't work out what he was saying, all she could hear was Chris whimpering into her neck and her heartbeat thudding rapidly in her ears.

Each can of beer the man threw made (Y/n) jerk and jump but when she watched the man throw down another bottle of whiskey just past the checkout near the window, fright took over her. He leaned down and set the alcohol alight with his lighter and jumped back to stop himself from getting lit up too.

This was bad.

With one arm still around Chris's waist and his face tucked into her neck- thankfully looking behind her so he couldn't see anything happening- (Y/n) dug around in her pocket. She fished her phone out and scrolled down to Eddie's contact. This was going to be hard.

"Ola mi amor, how are you? Did hydro go okay?" It was a relief to hear Eddie's voice after only two rings. Part of (Y/n) was afraid he would already be out on a call and wouldn't be able to answer and if she rang 911 they might think she was pranking them and hang up on her.

"Shh baby, good boy, everything will be okay." (Y/n) buried her nose and mouth into Chris's shoulder and kept her trembling hand between their merged chests. She had to have the phone close enough to speak and just about hear Eddie's voice on the other end but she couldn't let the stranger see in case it infuriated him or made him set another fire.

"(Y/n) what's wrong? Is Chris having a meltdown?" The panic was evident in Eddie's voice when his tone dropped an octave and a sterness overtook him.

"Hm,"

"Mi Amor why aren't you talking to me, is something happening?" Eddie reached his hand out and grabbed Bobby's arm, stopping him from walking past.

He'd never had (Y/n) ring him up like this before. If something was wrong she would always talk to him right away, she would rant and rave if something happened. She would panic or get upset if something was bothering her or Chris and if their son was particularly upset she would hand Chris the phone so Eddie could calm him down and talk to him. She always spoke when he answered, she wasn't giving clear answers right now and it was unnerving.

"Yes, baby."

Fear struck Eddie's heart and he pressed the phone tighter to his ear while simultaneously gripping Bobby's arm in a tighter grip.

"Where are you?" Eddie glanced at his watch strapped to his wrist and racked his brain. "Fuck, hydro's finished so… so are you at the store with Chris, for his book and chocolate?"

Eddie had all of Chris's routines memorised, each day was planned and specified because routines kept Chris happy and in order. He liked structure and if something had to change, they had to sit him down and explain what and why and make sure something else was in place for him. It made him feel calm to know what he was doing.

They had meal plans each week so Chris knew what he was eating each day, they had structures for shopping and only on a Saturday night would Chris ever try and watch a new movie. Every other day he stuck to the same Disney and cartoon movies he knew and liked.

Eddie knew by this time hydro was done and finished and they should be on their way home from the shop with his magazine and usual animal chocolate.

"Hm, yeah."

"Daddy?" Chris started to drool onto his hand and the back of (Y/n)'s shirt but she didn't care. She continued to smooth her free hand up and down his back.

"Shh, we need to stay quiet baby. We'll see daddy soon." She couldn't have Chris trying to talk to Eddie or she would have to hang up. The man couldn't know, if he knew she was calling someone, much less a firefighter, he would get manic.

"Mi amor," Eddie paused, gulped and took a shakey breath, "Are you being threatened or held hostage in the store?"

"That's right baby, we'll see daddy soon."

Bile rose in the back of Eddie's throat and he stumbled forward until Bobby held an arm out around his chest and hoisted him back up.

Oh God.

His family, his wife and son, they were being held hostage in the store. Chris had never been in a situation like this before. He had never been forced to stay somewhere or had his safety threatened. He didn't even watch movies about hostages or guns or violence, Chris wouldn't know what it meant or what was going on.

"We're coming, we'll be there soon mi amor I swear-"

"Who the fuck are you talking to? Why are you spouting shit?"

(Y/n) held the phone closer to her chest and continued to rock back and forth. This was going to give her a chance to speak a bit more freely to Eddie before she hung up. He knew what shop they always went to on a Friday, he had been part of this routine thousands of times each week. Eddie could get the team down here and help them out.

"I'm talking to my son, I told you you're frightening him."

"Stop talking-"

"Then let us leave, let me take him out of here-"

"No one's fucking leaving! This place will go up in flames if you keep testing me, bitch."

"Daddy! I want daddy. Home. Home. Home!"

Terror struck Eddie's heart when (Y/n) hung up on him. Why did he have to be on shift today? Why couldn't he of had today off and worked last Friday or next Friday instead? Anything to be there with his family right now. He could try and descale the argument and calm down the person threatening his family. He could of tried to get them out of there and keep them safe and make sure Chris wasn't going into a meltdown and (Y/n) wasn't panicked.

"(Y/n)…? (Y/n)! Fuck!!" Eddie let his weight drop onto Bobby as his vision blurred with tears and his head started to fill up with air.

They had to get down there. Now.

***

Closing her eyes, (Y/n) buried her nose in Chris's curls and tried to hum quietly in his ear but it didn't do anything to calm him down. If anything, she could feel his panic rising until he started to cry and he was itching to move in her arms. He kept his arms bound tight around (Y/n)'s neck like he was trying to strangle her but his legs kicked out against her hips and he squirmed until (Y/n) had to pin both arms around his waist as tight as she had ever done.

She couldn't have him try and fight his way out of her arms, she had to keep hold of him in case she had to make a break for it and run out of here. Chris wouldn't be able to run or hurry even with his crutches. (Y/n) had to be ready.

"Daddy. Home. Go Home!"

A tremor ran down (Y/n)'s spine when Chris slammed his hand down on her back and made her wince. He wasn't trying to hurt her, he was panicking and he didn't know what to do or how to make everything stop. He wanted his chocolate, his magazine and to be back at home without anything bad happening.

He wanted to be home with his parents, not stuck in a shop with people shouting and crying.

"Daddy's coming here to get us, he should be here soon baby," She continued to rock him back and forth despite how badly he was thrashing around in her arms.

"I want d-"

Chris shuddered and gasped in (Y/n)'s arms when the distant sound of a fire engine rattled the store and got closer. The team had gotten here, Eddie had gotten to them as fast as he could. They were going to get everyone out.

The siren continued to blaze which alerted the man that someone was going to come in and ruin whatever plan he had concocted. His violent shouts, the siren and the sudden blaring fire alarm in the store all became too much for Chris who started to scream at the top of his lungs. He chomped his teeth down on the side of his hand and smashed his forehead into (Y/n)'s shoulder as if he wanted to smother himself to make everything stop.

The action sent (Y/n) tumbling backwards into a shelf and her arms momentairely let go of Chris to cradle the back of her head.

A split second was all Chris needed to scramble out of his mum's arms and shuffle away. He felt like he had tunnel vision, all he could see was the door where he knew his dad and the team would be waiting for them. He wanted Eddie, he wanted uncle Buck and Bobby to get him and take him and his mum home. He wanted to be out of here now.

"Christopher!"

Rolling onto her stomach, (Y/n) scraped her knees on the floor to try and get to her feet and grab him when she saw the assailant bolt towards them.

There was only a split second for (Y/n) to decide what to do and in that moment, she hooked her hands under Chris's arms, hoisted him up off his feet and bolted towards the door.

"Cap I have to get in there-"

"We can't risk running in blind we don't know if he's holding them hostage, if he had a weapon or if he's hurt anyone."

"That's my family! He was threatening to light the place up!" Eddie slammed his fist into the side of the truck, relishing in the burn it ignited in his knuckles and how it caused his nerves to flare.

He had to get in that store now, he had to go in and get his family out and keep them safe, that was his job. Eddie's job was to protect people and keep them safe and if he couldn't protect his family, he shouldn't be doing this job. (Y/n) had called him, she had been desperate for help and Eddie had to do something about this situation.

"Someone's coming out," Hen dug her hand into Eddie's shoulder and pointed towards the entrance to the shop when the automatic doors opened.

"Eddie!"

His head snapped to the left in time to see his wife running out with Christopher in her arms. But right on her tail was a man with vengence in his eyes, fury on his face and his arms stretched out towards her.

Both Eddie and Buck set off into a run but their paces faltered when they watched the stranger grab a fistful of (Y/n)'s hair and yank her backwards forcefully. A strangled sound left her lips and she tilted Chris forward to give him a shove towards the team to get him safe.

The eight year old stumbled forward, tripped over his feet and went down on his knees. He pressed his palms back over his ears, screamed as loud as his lungs would allow and curved his chest down over his knees with his head pressed into his legs to hide himself away and become as small as possible. He was out, he wanted Eddie and he wanted to get in the car and go home, whatever was happening wasn't fun and he wanted it to stop.

"I got you, come here buddy." Buck reached down and scooped Chris up before he backtracked towards Chimney who was waiting uncertainly by the ambulance. He needed Chris as far away from the scene as possible and he had to check if he had any injuries.

"Get off! E-Eddie…"

(Y/n) reached behind her to try and grab the wrist that was tangled up in her hair and in a frantic panic, she waved her left arm to try and either hit him or get some leverage and add some distance between them. His hold was strong and the force he yanked her back with caused her to stumble down to her knees.

She couldn't help but scream when he slammed her head into the side of the door and tried his best to drag her back into the burning shop by her hair. Her head started to thud and everything turned and spun on its axis around her.

A pitiful howl left her lips when she felt his lighter scrape down her left arm from her elbow to her wrist and the flame licked and fizzed against her skin. She dug her nails into his face and screamed, digging her heels into the floor to try and stop him from moving her any further.

She could feel Eddie's name on the tip of her tongue until she managed to open her blurry eyes and saw him heading straight for her. She barely got to focus her vision before Eddie was lunging.

His elbow flew into the man's nose earning a successful snap and when his head shot back, Eddie grabbed his wrist and twisted it round so he dropped the lighter that had burned his wife. As swift as anything, Eddie dropped the left side of his body and pummeled his shoulder into the man's chest and took him down to the ground.

He pinned his knee down on the man's groin and curled his fingers into his palm, smashing his already bruised knuckles into the man's face causing blood to splatter across the gleaming white floor.

He wanted to keep going.

Eddie wanted to smash his fist into the man's face until the flesh tore apart and the bones were exposed. He wanted to pin him down and light up his skin like he'd just done to (Y/n) and drag him closer to the flames by the roots of his hair. Eddie wanted to frighten him and punish him and pummel him for terrorising his family like that.

His son was screaming and his wife had been attacked; Eddie wasn't going to let that lie.

"Eddie- hey, that's enough!"

"Let him burn!" Eddie's chest heaved beneath his shirt that he had been sweating through since he received (Y/n)'s phone call. His arms shook and tensed up and he fought with Hen and Bobby when they grabbed an arm each and dragged him backwards until he was level with (Y/n) who was doing her best to sit up.

They should evacuate any other people in the shop and leave him to be engulfed by the flames. He shouldn't be able to get out, he needed to sit and dwell and inhale the smoke he had started. He shouldn't get priority for anything.

"Get off," He huffed breathlessly and wrenched his arms free from their hold so he could collapse down on his knees in front of his wife.

He wasn't sure whether it was the smoke, the terror of the event or the relief of seeing his family relatively unharmed that made Eddie cry, but the tears drenched his face and he didn't bother to wipe them away.

(Y/n) curled her shaking arms around Eddie's neck and burrowed her face into his neck, hiccuping into his skin when he bound his arms around her and pulled her back into his lap. His face tucked into her hair and he closed his eyes, inhaling her scent to try and calm himself down but a storm was raging inside of him and his heart was working overtime until he was sure he was about to have a heart attack.

"Mi amor," His tone changed, became softer with a gentle edge and he nuzzled his nose into her hair so he could press multiple kisses against the side of her head.

"Eddie…" (Y/n) wasn't sure what she wanted to say, but she didn't have to say anything. She moved her shaking hand up from his neck to cup his face and bring him down for a tear stained kiss. "W-where's Chris?"

"Buck's got him, he's safe. Come here,"

Moving his hands down from her waist, Eddie cupped the back of her thighs and swiftly pulled her until her pelvis bumped into his groin. He curved her legs around his hips and kissed her again while his fingertips dug into the soft flesh of her thighs and he lifted her up with him. He stood up with (Y/n) clinging to his front and her lips glued to his jaw, something she knew would instantly calm him down.

He turned around and made his way over to the ambulance where he could see Buck. His friend was stood in front of the ambulance, a soft smile on his face and Christopher in his arms who was curled up into his chest, calmly biting his thumb.

Eddie carefully sat (Y/n) down on the edge of the ambulance and stood between her legs, feeling the heels of her feet pressing softly into his lower back just above his bum.

He reeled his arms back and reached out for (Y/n)'s left arm and gently squeezed her hand while he held her arm out in front of him for inspection. A light burn ran up the inside of her arm from her elbow down near her wrist, but it wasn't deep her extensive enough to need medical treatment. Cream and bandages would do just fine to make it blister and heal up in a week or so.

A small burn and a bash to the head was the best outcome Eddie could of asked for when he had fretted they would have smoke inhalation, loss of consciousness. He imagined bullet wounds, broken bones, third degree burns, the lot. Anything and everything ran through his mind when he thought about what could have happened with his family.

"Are you okay, buddy?" Eddie brushed his thumb across Chris's cheek when Buck gently sat him down on the ambulance next to (Y/n).

"Just a scrape on his knee, he'll be alright."

"Home," When Chris saw (Y/n) lean forward and bury her face into Eddie's chest, Chris pushed forward and wrapped his arm around his dad's leg. He pressed his chin into Eddie's thigh and tilted his head up so he could look up at him.

He wanted to go home now. He wanted Eddie to take them home and for this day to be over.

"Yeah, I'm gonna take you both home now."

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Rekindling at the Spa

18+

Summary: Spencer has an evening at the spa as per his doctors orders, and meets up with a girl he met at Penelope's over a year ago. This time he convinces himself not to leave without getting her phone number, but he ends up getting a little bit more.

Pairing: Spencer Reid/Reader

Category: Fluff, smut (like hardly though)

Warnings: 18+, kissing, making out, semi-public (no ones around) grinding, coming untouched/in pants

Word Count: 3.7k

a/n: inspired by my recent trip to the spa where i realized just how single i am. this is my first time writing something spicier than making out, so it's not a lot and just at the end, go easy on me lol

Also on AO3

The last thing Spencer Reid wanted to do was spend his evening at the hydrotherapy spa. Germs from the water of hot tubs could make you sick if consumed, and so could the vapour that comes off the water. Not to mention the possibility of a rash due to the chemicals used. But it was his doctor's orders. Apparently his own doctoral status was not good enough to sway them to let him come back to work early and skip this step. 

There were many steps he had to complete as part of his recovery process; resting his injured leg, physical therapy, changes to his diet, therapy for his mental health. And the dreaded ‘spa relaxation’.

Now, most doctors probably wouldn’t prescribe a day at the spa as something to do as part of recovery, but Spencer’s doctor knew him well. He knew that throughout the last month, even though Spencer had completed most of his steps, he wasn’t relaxing through any of it. And his doctor was correct. Spencer’s brain had been working double time, reading twice the amount of books he usually did in a day while he was immobile elevating his injured leg. Reading up on new techniques for profiling and offering tips to the BAU when they worked a local case.

His doctor could tell that his inability to relax his brain, therefore relaxing his body, was the last step in holding him back from complete recovery.

So here he was, entering a Nordic hydrotherapy spa, where he was not allowed to bring in any cell phones, tablets, or hold loud conversations with anyone. And while it was acceptable to bring books in to read, Spencer didn’t want to risk dropping one in the water and ruining it. So he was about to be forced to put his self meditation techniques to use. 

After changing into his swim shorts, putting on the complimentary robe and locking away his belongings, Spencer stepped out of the main building into the frigid evening air. He breathed in the scent of salt, chlorine, and eucalyptus from the nearby steam room. Hidden speakers in the plant beds around the property played out relaxing spa style music. Spencer had to admit, despite his reservations regarding germs, he already did feel quite relaxed.

The steam coming off the hot pools seemed to blanket the grounds in silence. It wasn’t that busy, but Spencer spotted a few people relaxing in the pools and walking in-between sections of the spa grounds. 

Upon his check in tonight, the kind lady at the front desk informed him how to use the spa for maximum relaxation and hydrotherapy benefits. She recommended he sit in a hot pool for 10 to 15 minutes, take a plunge in the cold pool for at least 15 seconds or as long as he could handle, and then relax in a sauna, steam room, or relaxation room before continuing the process a few times.

The property was large, with 4 different hot pools, 3 different cold plunge pools, 2 rooms for wood burning saunas, the eucalyptus steam room, and multiple chairs dotting the ground surrounding fireplaces where you could sit and relax. Without putting too much thought to it, Spencer hung up his robe near the closest hot pool and stepped into the burning water. 

The change in temperature stung his cold toes as they started to warm up. The water was only up to his waist as he waded through past a few couples sitting to the sides. He made his way to the back of the pool where it was blissfully empty and took a seat. Since he was so tall sitting on the built in seats along the edge of the pool, the water only went up to mid chest. But the rest of his exposed skin felt refreshed with the cool air blowing over him. A good contrast to the hot water covering the rest of his body.

Spencer leaned his head back and closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to shut his brain off. It worked for a few minutes, before he heard a couple a few feet over whispering sweet nothings to each other. It just made Spencer start thinking about his own lacklustre love life.

With his job in the BAU there wasn't that much opportunity and time for a relationship. Sure, some of his co-workers had figured it out. Like JJ and Will for instance. Spencer had seen how difficult it was for Morgan to hold down a relationship with their crazy work hours as well.

He hadn't really put that much effort into a relationship, though. Part of the reason was that he just didn't have the time. Some of the cases kept them away from home for weeks at a time. Sometimes to the point where he really didn't know how his friends and co-workers were able to keep it up. He was the type of guy who wanted to get to know someone, be around them lots in the early stages, and that was just too hard with work.

Spencer jolted out of his daydream when someone splashed into the seat next to him.

"Is this seat taken?" The voice belonged to a pretty girl, who if he had to guess was maybe just a few years younger than him. She looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't seem to place where he recognized her from. "You're Dr. Spencer Reid, right?" She asked.

"Yes, that's me," he replied with a furrowed brow, wracking his brain on why her big brown eyes looked like they knew him as well.

Thankfully she caught on to his confusion. "I'm y/n. Penelope's friend from book club. We met a year ago at her place when she had a viewing party for the season finale of Love Is Blind. I almost didn't go because I really don't watch reality TV, but I had just moved to the area and I wanted to try and make some friends."

Spencer remembered her now. Back then at the party she had her hair down in unruly curls and it was the colour of fire engine red. Now her hair was tied back to stay out of the water and it was the colour of midnight black. He wasn't one to forget a face, or forget much of anything really. But something about a dramatic change in hair colour and style had the Clark Kent effect on him. Maybe it was because he was in a pretty decent state of relaxation.

"I remember you," he said, nodding his head in recognition. "I also didn't want to go to that party but Penelope is hard to say no to."

Y/n laughed, "Yes she is, isn't she. It's good though. Because of her persistence I was able to make a few friends that night. And on multiple other nights as well. Penelope frequently tries to set me up on dates." She was talking pretty quietly as per spa rules, and it would have been hard to hear if she hadn't sat close and leaned in while she talked. Normally Spencer would have backed away, but something about her presence was soothing. Or maybe that was just the water jets from the pool shooting into his back.

"So what brings you to the spa tonight?" Spencer asked her. He might have met her back then at the party, but they hadn't said many words to each other. He remembered being slightly intimidated by her fiery hair and bubbly personality and after their initial introduction he snuck away with his glass of juice to browse Pen's book collection.

"Actually, it was a birthday gift from Penelope!" Y/n smiled.

"Oh, happy birthday." Spencer smiled back at her. Why was he intimidated back then, he thought to himself. She was so beautiful and so nice, and so far fairly easy to talk to, it seemed.

"Thank you. But it's actually not until next month. Penelope just told me this was the only night she could get a reservation and that when my actual birthday happened she would buy me a cake," y/n laughed. 

Spencer pursed his lips in confusion. When he booked his reservation on his doctor's orders, there looked to have been multiple available times from now until the end of the year. The only day that was sold out was Thanksgiving weekend.

"When did she give you the gift with the reservation in it?" He asked y/n, with a hint of scepticism in his voice.

"About 3 days ago I think it was," she answered. About 3 days ago is when Spencer called up Penelope to rant to her about being forced to go to this spa. Was it possible Pen had given Y/n the gift as an excuse to try and set them up? Back at the party he had gotten the vibe when she introduced them that she wanted them to become friends. But Spencer had never gotten her number or email, and figured it just wasn't meant to be. Although how could it be, when he actively avoided her most of that night.

"What a coincidence that we're both here on the same night," Spencer told her.

"I know, right? I wasn't completely sure that you were you when I saw you sitting over here. But you're a hard one to forget, Dr. Reid," y/n said. Was that a blush he saw forming on her cheeks, or was she just getting too warm from the water.

"You can just call me Spencer. I really don't make anyone use doctor unless we're at work," he chuckled.

"Will do, Spencer. I hope you don't mind that I came over to sit with you. I can leave if you want the relaxation of being alone." She started to slide away from her seat slowly, giving him the opportunity to tell her she didn't need to leave. Which is exactly what he did.

"I don't mind. It's kind of nice to have company. I didn't realize how many people went to the spa with their partners," he told her. 

"Well, perfect. We can experience this spa together then. So how come you didn't come here with your partner?" Y/n asked slyly. Spencer could feel his face heat up with the attention turned to himself.

"No partner. I actually had to come here by doctor's orders. I got shot in the leg last month, and as the last part of recovery my doctor wanted me to relax more and figured what better way to force me to relax than to send me to the spa.”

“Oh my gosh. I’m tempted to ask if you’re okay, but it seems like you are, since you’re sitting here. I had no idea your job could lead to such violence,” Y/n exclaimed. 

“Every day is something different. They usually keep me off the field working from the office or police stations, but even then you never know what could happen,” Spencer explained.

“Wow. Okay, sorry. This is supposed to be relaxing and here I am bringing up work talk. What do you say we take a plunge into the cold?” Y/n asked with a grin.

This was probably the experience at the spa he was least likely to enjoy, but he followed her out of the water and next door to the cold pool. It was completely empty and Spencer was not surprised. Y/n grabbed his hand, sending a shock through his body, as they stood at the top of the stairs to the pool.

“It’s pretty likely that one of us is going to wimp out once our feet hit the water. So if need be, we have to drag the other person in, okay?” She said as she looked up at him. His voice got caught in his throat as he looked down at her and all he could do was nod in agreement. 

With a deep breath in, together they stepped onto the first step. It was so cold Spencer felt like his toes would fall off in a second. However he didn’t even get a second thought to think about stepping back out before y/n fell forward into the water, pulling him with her. He had to grab onto her hips for stability so he didn’t end up falling on top of her in the 3 feet of water. 

“It’s so cold,” Y/n gasped out.

It might have been 15 seconds, it might have been 5 minutes, but Spencer felt lost in time as he held Y/n in his arms in the freezing cold water. He didn’t even feel that cold in the places where Y/n’s skin touched his. Slowly, as if held down by some invisible force, he removed his hands from her hips and grabbed her hand this time to help her out of the water.

Feeling a new burst of energy from the cold shock, Spencer helped Y/n into her robe before putting on his, then wordlessly grabbed her hand and led her to one of the saunas. Inside, they were met with a blast of heat as Spencer guided Y/n to the back bench. Every seat in the sauna faced a wall made of glass that overlooked a small lake with a fountain cascading in the middle. As he relaxed into his seat, Y/n decided to lay out on the bench beside him and use his thigh as a head rest. 

Neither of them said a word as they gazed out the window, watching the birds fly by and the ducks swim in the lake. 

Spencer thought back to the night of Penelope’s party. After he had pushed himself to the wall to avoid interacting with people, he did end up watching from afar as Y/n made her way around talking to all the guests. He might have initially felt intimidated, but he was also fascinated with her. He’d seen a lot of different people with his job, and he’d seen people with colourfully dyed hair before as well, but something about her red curls just drew in his eyes and he couldn’t take them back.

She was beautiful, enchanting even, and he wanted to get her phone number. But then he had thought back to their last case. Where they had been gone for 16 days in a row. He had watched JJ as she video called Will and her kids any chance they got. Watched Hotch take numerous phone calls from his son. Even Morgan escaped for private chats with Savannah. He wasn’t sure if that was something he would be able to handle. So eventually he said goodnight to Penelope, left the party, and left any thoughts he had about Y/n behind as well.

Now that Penelope had schemingly gotten her back into his life, he was determined to make sure he got her number before leaving again. 

Spencer and Y/n enjoyed the spa amenities for another couple hours, cycling through the recommended steps while chatting quietly or relaxing in silence. Despite not doing much, they started to feel tired from the heated pools and saunas before eventually agreeing to meet outside in the parking lot after they got changed so they could say a proper goodbye.

Spencer rushed through changing, not wanting to take too long in case Y/n decided she didn’t want to stay, and made it outside in record time. He stood off to the side at the parking lot entrance, waiting for her with his heart racing. It took her a little bit longer, but eventually he saw her walking down the path. 

Her hair was down now, damp and a little frizzy from her curls trying to poke through. Wearing a simple black zip up sweater and black leggings, she looked cozy but also like she was about to rob a bank. She smiled at him when she reached his spot, taking his hand in hers to lead him to where she parked. The lot had almost emptied, leaving mostly staff vehicles and the last few remaining spa guests wanting to get every minute out of their visit as they could. Even with the empty lot, Y/n led Spencer to her car, a little black Honda, parked alone in the corner lit up only by the bright moon in the sky. 

“Thanks for letting me hang out with you tonight, Spencer,” Y/n told him when they stopped beside her car. She didn’t move to unlock it, opting instead to stand there with her hand still clasped in his.

“Of course. It was really lovely to see you again, Y/n,” said Spencer. Okay, he thought to himself, now is the time to do it. Bite the bullet and ask for her number. “Would you, maybe, be willing to exchange numbers and we can plan to go out for coffee some time soon?”

Y/n broke into a smile. “I would love that,” she said before reciting her number. She knew he would remember it, if Penelope’s constant chatter about how amazing Spencer’s memory is was to be true. 

“Awesome. So, I guess I’ll talk to you later?” Spencer moved to head back to his own vehicle but was stopped by a hand placed on the centre of his chest.

“Yeah. Or,” said Y/n, “Maybe we could do this?”

Before he could ask what ‘this’ was, she used the hand on his chest to push him back against the door of her car. Then she leaned in, rising up onto her toes to try and match his height, and placed her lips on his. It was quick, but enough to leave Spencer breathless, before she pulled away the slightest bit to look into his eyes.

“Is this okay?” she asked, and when he mumbled out a yes, nodding his head, she wasted no time going back in.

Their lips crashed together in an instant, almost too eager to finally be getting what they’ve both been craving all night. Y/n removed her hand from his chest to bring both of them into his hair, feeling the damp curls and giving them a little tug. Spencer brought his arms around her waist tightly, bringing her in closer to help relieve the strain of standing on her toes. 

He couldn’t believe this was happening, and in a parking lot. But he wouldn’t change a thing. Y/n’s hands made their way down to the back of his neck, before she brought them to his jaw. He let out a groan when she pulled on his bottom lip with her teeth, before their tongues collided with one another.  

Spencer brought his hands down even further, to grip the soft area at the back of her thigh just underneath her butt. He used his new grip to pull her up higher, spinning them around so that it was her back pressed against the car this time. She wrapped her legs around him to hold on as Spencer moved one of his hands up to her face, running his fingers along her jaw before finally pushing her hair back away from her neck. He broke away from her mouth to trail kisses along her neck, stopping to suck or nip at areas that drew a soft moan from her lips. He made his way down to her chest, where she had left part of the sweater unzipped. 

When he pulled back on the sweater he stopped with a groan, breathing deeply as he held her closer and grew tighter in his pants. Where he was expecting to see some sort of lace bra, instead he was met with nothing. She wasn’t wearing anything under the sweater. Hungrily, he opened her sweater more and he attached himself to the soft swell of her breast. Kissing, sucking, and gently biting. 

Without even realizing it, they started to move against each other. Spencer rolled his hips against hers, seeking that friction but focusing his attention on the skin between his lips. 

“Oh, fuck.” Y/n threw her head back in a moan as Spencer finally attached his mouth to the hard nub that was waiting for attention. He swirled his tongue around as he sucked on the sensitive area. “That feels so good.” she groaned. She brought her hands up to tangle them in his hair and hold him in place, only letting him move when he wanted to show her other side some love as well. 

It was difficult to move much against the car, but Spencer was hitting her in all the right places. Y/n could feel a familiar welcomed pressure building in her core and she gripped her legs tighter around him.

“Spencer,” y/n breathed out. “I’m close.”

He lifted his head enough to look at her. Her head back and eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. “Yeah?” he asked and she nodded her head while trying to move her hips faster against his. 

Spencer ground into her with a new purpose now. Paying more attention to the moves from his hips, he went back to sucking on her breast. This time he brought his hand to palm the other one. Squeezing and feeling the fullness of it in his hand. He rolled and pinched her nipple between his fingers at the same time as he gently grazed his teeth over the other one. It was enough to send Y/n over the edge, with Spencer right behind her. 

Spencer’s thrusts grew short until eventually they stopped as they came down from their high. He brought her in for another kiss, lazily moving his lips against hers while they got their breathing under control. Finally, Y/n unwrapped her legs from around him and he let her go.

“Holy shit. I can’t believe we just did that,” she said with a suddenly shy smile and glanced up at him. He looked down at her like he was seeing an angel. 

“Yeah,” he breathed out. He gripped the edges of her sweater and zipped it up tight to her neck. “What do you say we skip the coffee and go right back to my place?”

“I like the way you think. Lead the way.”

Click here for chapter 2! Available on AO3 only because it's basically smut and I was too nervous to post it on Tumblr lol

Thank you for reading, liking, or rebloging! <3

[americanwh0rerstory]

her patient, his savior [kit walker]

SUMMARY: when kit gets thrown into briarcliff for a second time, yet again for a crime he didn’t commit, he meets a nurse: Y/N

CONTENT WARNING: violence, briarcliff, mental asylums, angst, platonic relationship but could be romantic depending on your perspective

A/N: the dates might be wrong, but i couldn’t find any explicitly stated dates so i had to use what i could. this does not match up with the ending of the show but it’s an idea that came to me

NO NSFW. PLS ENJOY

being a nurse at briarcliff wasn’t an easy job. you’d deal with the aftermath of the brutal punishments that the sisters would give to the patients. the welts, the burns, you saw the lot of it.

nobody there was anyone you wanted to associate with, it was clear that 9/10 people seemingly deserved to be there. granted you didn’t know most of them, but you read their files and found their backstories. however one person stuck out to you: kit walker.

a charming man who managed to be discharged from briarcliff. he was framed for the bloodyface murders and thrown into the asylum without a second thought. judging by his files he endured a lot. the electrotherapy, the beatings, the hydrotherapy, it was atrocious. he was discharged in 1965 though, so why was this relevant? why were you reading his files in 1971?

kit was back. back for murder. He knew that Alma murdered Grace, but he couldn’t let Alma take the fall for it; he gave himself up to save her, a chivalrous act for his wife.

This same Mr walker had just entered your infirmary looking beaten up. his eye was blackened, bottom lip bloodied, and god knows what else. But kit was your nicest patient, he wasn’t creepy and was polite. he was like a saint in a house of devils.

“sista’, mind fixin’ me up?” he asks in his boston drawl, standing in the doorway waiting for you to give him permission to be seen. he knew he didn’t need to ask, but he still wanted to be polite and keep that sense of humanity in him. his hair was messy, sticking to his forehead a little with the sweat presumably from the fight he got himself into. kit was such a sweet soul, you never believed anyone when they said he was violent.

“of course kit” you beam softly, not wanting to seem overly eager but also not wanting to seem monotonous like everyone else here. it was either monotony or anger, no in between. to kit you were his ray of sunshine in this place, he appreciated having a nice nurse this time round rather than Dr Arden.

“thanks-” he began to say, cutting himself off with a hiss of pain when the antiseptic made contact with some of his grazes and cuts.

“sorry, ‘s just hurtin’ a little” he mumbled, apologising for his reaction to the cool antiseptic wipe you began to run along his battered body.

the two of you made idle chit chat whilst you fixed him up, your eyes meeting his occasionally. he made you laugh with some sort of witty comment/remark he made, and you giggled like a school girl with a crush.

nothing could happen though, he still had alma on the outside. nothing would ever happen… right?

A/N: i’m gonna be real and say i got a bit lazy towards the end and also couldn’t be bothered to make a banner. i’ve got a lot to work on so fics might be slightly lower quality than usual, but i’ll try my best <3

[mysterious-moonstruck-musings]

Closed Position: Extra

Closed Position Masterlist ||| Main Masterlist

Dieter Bravo x OFC (Katarina)

I haven't done any writing on Closed Position this week. I know! I'm sorry. There were a few details I was still thinking through that happen later on and I wanted to be sure I was on the right path to get us there. However, I have been working to nail down those details and fill in my outline with the important stuff. I think I have a pretty solid path set at this point, so I feel a little more confident going forward with writing.

Since I don't have any snippets to offer this week, I bring you a mood board of things to come. Each image represents an event that aligns with some part of the plot.

👉🏻 It’s time to start throwing out your conspiracy theories based on the mood board! Let me have them!

Behind the Scenes

In addition to working on my outline, I've also been doing A LOT of research, as I always do. That includes details on hotels and prep/filming schedules for tv shows to really nail down the 'behind the scenes' aspect of things. I'm even making song choices for Dieter & Kat’s performances based on the beat count required for each dance.

Believe it or not, these types of details do help form the plot of the story. Sometimes those small details will spark an idea for putting the characters in situations I wouldn't have thought of otherwise. While it does seem a little crazy to do, it does actually help me in writing...but it does make me a little slow sometimes. 😬

So what have I researched this week? Here is a running list...that may offer some hints of what's to come:

Flight Times

Directions & travel times

Hotels in NYC (that meet certain criteria)

Rehearsal/filming schedule for a certain show that's filmed at 30 Rockefeller Plaza.

Kinesiology and Physiotherapy

Hydrotherapy and Electrotherapy

Alcohol and Drug Recovery

Codependency/Relationships in Recovery

Dance positions, counts, terminology, etc.

What have I recently watched for research?

Dirty Dancing (I hope you’re ready for some references and jokes… because nobody puts Bravo in a corner.) 😉

Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights

Take the Lead

Dance with Me

Lots of Dancing with the Stars videos on YouTube and the last two seasons that are currently available on Disney+.

A shit ton of instructional videos for ballroom dance.

That all seems very random, doesn't it? This makes me wish I would have done this for Destiny & Deliverance, because that would have been wild research topic list. 🤭

No ETA on the next chapter, but I can say it’s probably going to be another long one since I am doing it by the show ‘week’. Some weeks there is a lot to squeeze in. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Until next time,

💜Mysty

Series Summary: Dieter Bravo, now sober, was looking to change his bad boy image after hitting rock bottom. His team hoped that having him join the nationally televised family friendly dance competition would be a good first step, if they can keep him out of trouble.

Katarina Stamos expected her last season as a professional dancer on Dancing with the Stars to go the same as it had for the past thirteen seasons. That all changed when she was partnered with the infamous Dieter Bravo.

Dieter and Katarina are reluctantly thrown into their partnership and must learn to work together to succeed in the competition. In the process they form a deeper connection beyond the dance floor that neither anticipated.

👉 Warnings: Themes dealing with intimate partner violence, past alcohol abuse, and past drug abuse. There will be fluff, tears, spicy language, and smut. This will be a slow burn. Read at your own risk. Dieter Bravo comes with his own warnings.

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[kai-anderson-whore]

Temptations part two (smut) (kit walker x fem nun reader)

Summary: you are a nun in braircliff and take a liking to kit but after getting caught it doesn't stop you for giving in to your sinful desires

Warnings: asylum, smut, oral (Kit Walker receiving), p in v sex, fingering, orgasm denial slightly, hydrotherapy, being sedated.

Word count: 1,5k

Taglist: @spill-the-t @iluwmycats @lili-tate @evanpeterswifeyy868 @jademunson @evanpetersfansblog @howtobesasha @lustforeverrrr @fand0mh03

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It felt like forever when you were locked in your room. Feeling like you were going insane staring at these four walls for days upon days on end but the only thing, the only person in fact that kept you going was kit. The thought of seeing him again made the heat rise in places that got you here in the first place.

You wondered if kit regretted what happened. Sometimes you thought about the way his hands were on you during those lonely days in your room. Until you finally saw him in the common room a cigarette in hand talking with lana winters another patient who you knew was wrongfully placed here.

"Now sister y/n I'd be on my best behaviour if I were you" you heard sister jude from behind you. Her voice laced with amusement seeing how you were fixated on kit walker.

"Yes sister" you said getting back to work. But all you felt was kit's eyes on you like they were burning through your body. You gained the courage to turn your head to see kit was indeed staring at you those brown orbs drawing you into those memories again you had to turn your head away from him.

You hadn't spoke a word to kit all that day or for the next week too scared to incase sister jude would punish you again. Till you had to monitor him in the hydrotherapy room.

It was just you both alone again sister jude trusted you wouldn't do anything again after pleading for her forgiveness you finally gained her trust back. But what you didn't expect was too be trusted in the same room as kit so soon.

You turned your back to kit as he stripped out of his clothes but the redness creeping in your cheeks to think weeks ago you both were so close  and personal now you had to encumber yourself from the wild thoughts in your head. "You know sister you can look if you want" you could hear the smirk as kit spoke in such confidence.

"No I can't kit not after what happened last time" you said hearing the water as kit submerged himself inside it. "Last time you weren't complaining anything but" you finally turned around after hearing those words slip out his mouth. You mouth slack in shock at his words.

"It was a mistake kit and you know it, i gave into temptation once I'm not doing it again never" you told him but mostly yourself it took everything in you not to just pounce on him and let him have his way with you then and there. "Don't kid yourself sister I see the way you stare at me when you walk by. Pleading for me to fuck you like in the kitchen a few weeks ago" the wetness flooding your panties, swallowing a lump in your throat, squeezing your thighs together for friction.

"Just get on with your treatment walker okay it was a mistake" you stated now sat on the ledge of the bathtub on the opposite side. "If you say so sister" he smirked with a chuckle. The dull thob between your legs begging you to give in to your desires. You were alone with kit no guards you could do as you please.

You were too invested in your own thought you hadn't realised that kit was now out the tub infront of you. His hot breath fanning your face. You swallowed a lump in your throat a war in your mind if you should kiss him or not.

But you gave in to your desires once again. Crashing your lips on to his hungrily kit responded with just as much lust and hunger as you. He managed to slip his tongue in your mouth.Your hand reaching down stroking his erection. Kit groaned into your mouth a smirk formed on your lips knowing you were making him feel good even though you never touch a man there before.

You pulled away from kit's lips letting go of his erection. He gave you a confused look as you dropped to your knees with doe like innocent eyes. "You don't have to do that sister" kit tried to protest knowing your lack of experience. "But I want to kit you just tell me what to do and I'll do it" you said your hand stroking him earning a shaky breath kit loved the way your soft delicate hand felt on him.

You then placed a soft kiss on his tip making kit shiver under your touch. Parting your lips taking him in your mouth. You weren't sure what to do but you remembered what shelly used to say when she got off with one of the guards here. You swirled your tongue along the tip before hollowing your cheeks.

A small moan left kit's lips encouraging you more yet you still felt nervous. "Try and relax your mouth doll. Your doing great" kit grunted going deeper I'm your mouth. You tried to relax your throat your tongue pressed flat against his length. Your panties getting more soaked hearing him praise you.

You continued your movements feeling him twitch inside your mouth. "Keep going I'm so close" kit stated his hams on the back of your head more sighes and moans left him till his orgasm took over spilling ropes of salty whiteness on your tongue and the back of your throat.

You milked every drop unsure what to do with it apart from swallow. Kit pulled you up your body flushed against his. His skin glowed with slick sweat a smile on his lips. "You did so good sister wouldn't think it was your first time" he chuckled pressing his lips back on yours not caring if he could taste himself.

His hand roamed your body from your breasts all the way down under your attire and into your panties. "Fuck your soaked" he hissed collecting your arousal rubbing your clit. You gripped on to his arm your head resting on kit's chest. A moan escaped your lips as kit rubbed your clit harder before slipping a finger into you.

"Oh god" you moaned out bucking your hips into his hand more. Kit added another finger into you pumping them into your dripping wet core. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge clenching around kit's fingers signalling him that you were close.

Pressure building in the pit of your stomach till it was gone. You looked at kit with furrowed brows "why did you stop" you asked frustratingly you were so close to your release yet denied it.

Kit never said anything he just spun you around bending you over the ledge the tub. Buchimg your dress up pulling your panties down. With one swift motion he was inside your dripping wet pussy. You moaned at the sudden contact your hands gripped the edge of the tub as kit filled you up more.

You felt every inch of him deep inside you as he thrusted his grip tight on your hips. He place one hand on your shoulder pushing you back againt his length hitting deeper into you. This wasn't like the first time you both had been in such a way weeks prior. This time it was more harder and rough you loved it the way he made your eyes roll back, the way your hand gripped the tub till your knuckles turned white, the way he pushed your body back hitting you deeper with each thrust.

"Oh fuck" you moaned not caring what you said the pleasure to good to even think. You heard kit chuckle behind you his hand on your shoulder moved back on your hip. Your body jolting feeling each thrust he gave you like electricity through your body. You couldn't get enough already feeling close to the edge.

"Kit I'm close" you warned your moans got louder. You tried to silence yourself by biting your lip so you both wouldn't get caught but it was hard to when it felt so good. "Me too" he said going faster chasing both your highs. You felt that knot in your stomach beginning to untie till you let go over kit's cock.

A loud moan escaped your lips as your body shook. Letting go over kit's cock your orgasm ripped through you. Your nails dug in to the porcelain tub, eyes rolling back mouth hung open. Kit kept thrusting close to his own orgasm till his hips snapped still spilling his seed into you.

Milking you both through your orgasms you calmed down. Panting heavily your legs like jelly. Kit pulled out of you making you whimper at the loss of contact. "Fuck sister that was better then anything I ever had" he panted shoving his clothes back on as you fixed yourself.

"That was amazing Kit" you giggled straightening out your dress. Your legs shook as you tried to steady yourself. Kit grabbing your hips steadying you. "You good there sister?" He asked with a sly smirk on his lips knowing that he made you a mess like this. "I'm fine kit honest just you fucked me that good" you giggled.

"I never heard you cuss before sister y/n" he chuckled with furrowed brows. You shrugged your shoulders not bothering. "I think I sinned to much now to bother about cussing kit" you said leaving the hydrotherapy room as kit followed suit.

[sugarakis-p2]

Hot Springs

As part of bonding Kurogiri has arranged for the group to visit a local mineral hot spring. the group splits up and it's just Shigaraki and Dabi, until two hero worshiping American girls wander into there web. To make things interesting, they make a bet on who can make there girl cum first.

[This is cannon divergence from My hero academia smash when they hike up into the mountains. It was hilarious and adorable....I also was in a mood to violently jizz all over it. A bit of the ultra violence]

Warning: Hard non/con, F/M multi, Dabi and Shigaraki are not nice, Original Character Death(s), Death Threats, Rough Sex, Deflowering, Loss of Virginity, Double Penetration, Fear of Death, My Hero Academia Smash!!, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Public Nudity

The men stared at each other with mutual disgust.

Shigaraki with that disgusting severed hand. Toga wondered how he was able to see out of one eye. How did he not end up with crossed eyes? Did he have depth perception? Toga looked to Dabi, who wore his permanent "I don't give a fuck” expression but openly called Shigaraki gross. To Toga, that was irony. Dabi's flesh was barely held together with staples. Staples in the age of healing. They are both mean and anti-social, in her opinion. Kurogiri was reading the guidebook out loud to the two.

"The skin benefits are equal to hydrotherapy. Hot spring water with varied hydro-pressure to combat hypertrophy, inflammatory reaction signs, abnormal pigmentation, and, more specifically, redness and scarring. This will be a perfect bonding experience for…oh. There is an age limit," Kurogiri said.

"Who cares! We will do what we want. It's so damn hot," Shigaraki huffed, scratching his neck. Toga considered all the dead skin floating in the hot spring and decided to opt-out.

"It's embarrassing being naked in front of people," Toga said meekly.

"I agree, and I'm starving. Let's goooooo! I'm hangry," Magne snapped. She was in a rare mood.

"We can go shopping together, Miss Himiko," Kurogiri offered, and Toga jumped on that. Leaving the two men staring at each other. Dabi turned and went in without a word. Shigaraki would have refused. But after that disgusting hike, Kurogiri forced them on. He was sticky and could use some Saki.

Their backs leaning on the outcrop of rocks, they drank and relaxed in opaque white water that reminded Shigaraki too much of jizz. He didn't hate it, though. The babbling of the spring was the only sound breaking the silence. Until the giggle and splash of two ladies broke the silence. They splashed, giggled, and played like children on the other side, thinking they were alone.

Shigaraki immediately pulled father off and folded him with care in his towel. He turns to see Dabi taking a peek at the cute nude girls playing in the spring. Shigaraki hmphed and poured himself more Saki.

"What is with that look?" Dabi asked, grabbing the Saki.

"What do you think you are doing?" Shigaraki hissed.

"I'm going to try to get laid. What does it look like, virgin?" Dabi smirked.

"What? Who told you I was a virgin? I met Midnight," Shigaraki snarked.

"Hey, did you see those two goth guys? What kind of crazy hikes up a mountain in all black? Kinda cute though," one of the girls giggled. Dabi grinned smugly. Two little Americans from the accents. 

"That could be either of us," Shigaraki rasped. Interrupting Dabi. He knows English, and he just proved it to the haughty burnt bastard.

"Want to bet?" Dabi teased.

"I think the guy in the jacket is burned. Do you think he's a firefighter? That would be so hot," the same girl giggled. Dabi grew smugger. Shigaraki scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"You act like it's impressive she's a star fucker. She's only interested in you because she thinks you're a hero," Shigaraki said, wiping the hand sweat off his face with spring water. That little act already soothed his skin, making him slightly more handsome.

"Then show me something, impressive fearless leader. I'm still getting virgin vibes," Dabi chuckled, loading up more Saki on the floating tray. It was starting to get dark. Those girls shouldn't be running around. They are asking for trouble. Whatever Dabi does to you seems fair game, in his opinion. The stupid hero-worshiping girls are about to get a hard lesson. Shigaraki was about to snap at Dabi for his snide little comment when he got curious and peeked.

"I wish I could have gotten a better look at the pale guy. I think he was wearing an oxygen mask. Maybe they are training. It looks like he had a nice body," You replied.  

He quickly changed his mind when he caught sight of you and heard that small comment. It's no longer Dabi who is going to teach you a lesson. Your slick wet chest got him instantly hard. How the water hid the bottom of your nipples made his mouth salivate. He also noticed something he didn't like.

Both of you have your phones in a waterproof bag, so you can still use them. He would have still fucked you even if he hadn't noticed them. But now he had more motivation to get involved, so whatever happens, it's not his fault. It's yours for being an easy trusting victim. You wanted a better look at him. He will give you one.

"Let's make it interesting. It will be good bonding, as Kurogiri says," Shigaraki said. A ghost of a smile at the corners.

You are about to look up those guys on the everyday hero web site to show Aimi when a shadowy figure appears around the corner.

"Thirsty ladies?" The figure said in English with a distinct Japanese lilt. It's the guy from earlier. Up close, you find him absolutely terrifying. His eyes are beautiful turquoise. He's young and has the features of a male model. The patchwork of molten skin was not as intimidating as his cock. He steps into the light to let you get an eye full. 

His cock is large, pierced, and not covered in any way. A row of bars on the underside and a hoop through the tip. He has staples everywhere. He looked more like a hellraiser than a hero. Not a hint of shame as he locks eyes with you, not looking away, which made your middle heat. But it also scared you when he came within an inch of your face with that thing. Aimi was gushing and practically drooling.

You yelp and flinch when you feel your phone being pulled from your fingers. When your phone was replaced with a cup of Saki, your hair changed color in surprise. The pale one is next to you. Oh god, did they hear you earlier? Your mind questions in utter embarrassment. He is pouring you some Saki as he touches your hair.

"Very pretty. Is this your quirk?" He asks in harsh deep gravel.

You jerked from that touch, but this man was so quick his arm was around your shoulder, pulling you close. You squealed when you felt something large and hard brushed against your thigh. You glance at Aimi. She is a pretty girl who thinks everyone is nice and nothing bad will ever happen to her. She is giggling and chatting with the burned guy like this is perfectly normal.  

"From America? What do you think of my English? My name is Dabi. What's yours, pretty girl? Tell me in Japanese," Dabi flirted.

"It's perfect English. Ummmm, let me try…" Aimi chuckled.

She does not see the danger signs at all. You want to get her attention, but the guy pouring Saki has roaming fingers. They moved from your shoulder to the side of your breast, his long nimble fingers working their way ever closer to your nipple.

"You are very pretty. Is it true what they say about American girls?" he whispered.

His hair was covering his face, but now that he is up close, you can see all of him. He is covered in scars. He is young under the welted skin. He is not classically handsome like the other one. This one has red eyes. They are rare and pretty. They are also hard and demanding, like a hungry wolf that wants to devour you. Normally you might find him sexy, but this guy has bullet holes. He runs his fingers through your hair and inhales deeply when you don't answer.

"Drink the Saki, pretty American girl," he encourages. His tone was more of and order than a suggestion. You whimper and down it. Your hair becomes darker by the second. Pouring more as he plays with the strands, eyes widening as your hair becomes so dark it's absorbing the light around them. You swallow hard and drink the foul liquid.

You don't like the flavor of alcohol at all. Everything about these two screams trouble. Even while the man was being entertained by your hair, you tried to slowly reach for your phone. Changing course for the Saki when his eyes dart to your cell. He is so quick it's terrifying. His hand darts out and grabs the craft with four fingers before you even get close. Why only four fingers? Do his fingers have to do with his quirk?  You wonder.

"Allow me," He insists as he pours you some more, a slight lilt of irritation.

"What's your name?" you ask, trying to sound friendly while not answering his questions.

"Tomura," he rasped, carefully setting the Saki back. If you could get Aimi to look at you for one moment, "You smell good too." Your flesh crawled as you felt his fingers move lower on your waist.  Didn't that mean "To mourn or mourning?"  It was not a pretty name.

"I like how fear looks like arousal," Tomura said creepily. Oh god, it was now or never. You feign seeing someone behind him while your hand reaches for your phone. Your heart is thundering in your ears. You hit the emergency button when Aimi makes your heart stop.

"HEY! What are you doing to my friend! Help! Hero!" She shouts with all the confidence of someone that has never known danger. Your mind screams  no  at her. Tomura whips around and yanks my phone away like a snake. Dabi yanked Aimi back by her hair. Tomura's grip tightens on your middle, pulling you flush to him. His massive hard cock pressed against your belly.

Dabi flashed a blue flame in Aimi's face before clapping a hot hand over her mouth. You could feel the cold heat from here. She screamed wide-eyed before registering how he would kill her if she did it again. Tomura held the phone away, checking who you dialed. You could feel his heart hammering too. You only caught bits and pieces of what they said, but you understood it enough.

"Are we expecting company?" Dabi asks. Shigaraki scoffs.

"No. Our silly little American girls didn't program the emergency number for Japan," He smirked, reverting to English. He wanted you to know how fucked you are. Your gut plummets in fear. How could you have forgotten to change it?

Tomura chuckles, closing his hand and turning it to dust. Dabi tosses Aimi's phone to him, and he catches it and also turns it to dust. You whimper. He looks down and grins ghoulishly as he grabs your ass and presses his cock harder against you with a rub.

"God damn it, Shiggy! You scared them! You probably said something creepy to get her spooked," he growled before clamping his mouth over Aimi's. She screamed down his throat. Tomura had started walking you back into the rock. It was slippery and still dug into your back. His knee started pressing to spread your legs.

"The bet was who made his slut cum first. You didn't say it had to be consensual," Shigaraki snickered as he roughly groped your chest. Tweaking your nipples and capturing one in his mouth. Sucking on your tender flesh too hard, they pebble hardening to peaks under his attention. His velvety tongue lathing over each one with greedy eagerness.

"You know it's difficult to do when they are scared. I should have known you'd be a creep and make this harder," Dabi snarled at Shigaraki.

Shoving Aimi face down on the rocks. You could almost reach out and touch her. She cried out, looking to me for help. You mouthed, 'use your quirk,' and pleaded with your eyes to not try to fight the deadly man. Aimi looked so confused and scared. It broke your heart. Where are the heroes? She mouthed back. You closed your eyes and looked away. They are not coming because you messed up.

"Don't make me lose my bet by forcing me to kill you. The only sounds that can slip from you are pretty ones. Damn. You also got the smart one of the two. Why are the pretty ones so dumb? There are no heroes, precious," Dabi growled, kicking her legs violently open.

You yelp and flinch in fear of those hands pressing your tits together. Tomura nips you so hard you bleed. The cruel look in his eyes says it all. Only pretty sounds out of you too. You shut up instantly letting any protest die on your tongue.

You braced yourself on his body so you don't slip on that cock. It feels like hot steel pressing on you. He pulls away from your tit. His lips were lightly stained red. He licks them, then runs his tongue over your nipple. The blood flow slowing.

"It may be hard for you. But for me, it will be easy. Mine is a good lil American girl. She'll cum for me. Look at those scared eyes. Like a scared bunny. Her hair is so dark my fingers disappear. You never answer my question. It is true that all American girls are sluts?" He asked, grinding his knee so hard on your thighs you finally parted them. Immediately his large cock pressed against your clit, the head of his cock bobbing up and down out of the water as he stroked himself over your sex. You moan a little and shake your head no.

"I'm a virgin," you squeaked. Dreading the thought of that thing sliding in you. It's sending delicious shudders through you, but it still scared the hell out of you. He presses harder and moans, leaning into you. Your nails dig into his shoulders, but he doesn't seem to care.

"Fuck. I've never had a virgin. But you will cum if you know what is good for you," He groaned.

"That's because you are one," Dabi laughs, about to penetrate poor Aimi, a virgin too.

"Shut the fuck up, Dabi," Tomura growled. He nuzzled and nipped at your neck and earlobe. Pulling away to finish the craft of Saki. He grabs the other and holds it up to your lips. He leans in a whisper, "I have never fucked a virgin. I heard it hurts. You will want this. Drink it all."

"The heroes will come," Aimi sobbed. You shook your head at her. Pleading for her not to say that. Not around these guys. What Dabi said and the evil glint in Shigaraki's was enough to tell you not to bring up heroes again. Dabi yanked her, and you could smell and hear the sizzle of flesh as Aimi whimpered. You drank deeply after that. By some miracle, you had the nicer of the two.

Tomura encouraged you to finish it. It made you lightheaded and heat pool in your center. It seemed like a kind act. But the look in his eyes and the evil grin told you otherwise. He wanted you flush and drunk. Aimi gave a pathetic shriek. Followed by a harsh smack on her ass and a yelp. You tried to block out your friends' pain. You are about to have your own.

"What sounds did I say can come from that yapping mouth. You really are the dumb one. I lost the flip. I thought I got lucky and got the easy slut. But you're so damn tight. I think you were a virgin too," Dabi said in his cool smokey tone, as if what he was doing to poor Aimi was normal and ok.

Tomura's pale body bared down on you as he grabbed your legs and forced you to wrap them around his waist.  

"You don't have to do this. Please let us go. We won't say anything to anyone," you begged quietly.

"I do what I want. What's your quirk called?" he asked, his wet digit getting tangled in your locks and brushing down your cheek. His eyes still held the hunger, but the rest of his face was steely resolve. He leaned in and ran his thumb along your lower lip. All five mean death. That was easy to figure out.

"My hair color changes to my moods. It's called mood crown," you answered quickly. His thumb pressed past your lips and touched your tongue. He bit his lip, and you could feel his cock twitch against your clit.

"What's her quirk?" He asked with a lilt. You did not want to answer this. His fingers dug into your cheeks like the rock on your back. You whimpered in fear. Aimi choked sobs, and the wet slaps of Dabi's thighs filled your ears. Hot tears spilled from your sad, lovely eyes. His cock twitched again.

"Please," you started, and he grits his teeth in warning. You feel so emotionally weak as you give into fear, "Lung control. She can hold her breath for ten minutes," you answer with a whine. Please pass out Aimi. Don't die. Knock yourself out. You pray. Shigaraki grimaces.

"That can have an autoerotic effect. We better get started. I'm not going to disrespect you by lying. I'm going to fuck and use you as I please. If you piss me off or don't listen. I'll kill you and move on to your friend. It would be one thing if you gotten ahold of some assholes in tights paid to save you with that nasty stunt with the phone. But you failed. Do you think I'm afraid of some civilians?  They will take one look at what's happening and walk away. Every single time. I think you know more than a few people who will think everything will turn out ok. That a hero will come to save the day. But the reality is you better listen and hope for mercy," he rasped, eyes darting to a simpering Aimi.

You believe every word he says. Shigaraki likes that. He likes that a lot about you. He plunged his tongue into your mouth. It twisted and entwined with yours. He tasted like Saki and had a hint of your blood.

You sucked in a sharp breath when he gripped the rod between your pussy and speared you. Pushing had past your resisting virgin pussy's barrier. Your hymen popped, seeping hot blood on his cock as it allowed him in deeper. You think you will pass out as your head swims and stars burst into your vision. He's huge, and it hurts.   

Your hair rippled colors as you endured the hot pain of being split in two. His eyes widened, and he forced himself deep enough to kiss your cervix. His entire body shuddered as his eyes rolled back in his head. He looked down to where you are connected, panting in excitement. A grip on your thigh and one kneading your breast. He ground against your sex. Simpering as you held back your tears, he began to thrust. This monster didn't even let you adjust to him. He kissed you again and groaned.

"That's a painfully tight pussy. I'm going to break it. I'm going to break you," he panted. It felt like a hot knife. You cried and then tried to relax.

"IT HURTS!" Aimi whined. You echoed her feelings with a loud sob.

Every thrust back in was excruciating, your face twisting into one long silent scream, your hair changing into a series of horrible colors. The water around you had a tinge of pink. Tomura slowed to longer thrusts. Savoring the sensations with pants and groans into your hair.

His hot breath fanning over your scalp. His weight forces you down and makes it hard to breathe. The rocks are digging into your back. You started to shove him away to gasp for air. He lifted enough to let you get a lung full. To your surprise, he adjusts you, clearing the pebbles and moving you more to the smoother surface.

"Better?" he asked, grinding his cock with more shallow thrusts.

"No, please stop this," you plead with a sniffle.

"Don't be stupid. It looks like your hair is going back to black. You're fine. Fuck, you're tight. You can beg and cry. But I'm going to destroy what I want, and right now," He grunted and empathized with a sharp, deep thrust.

"I want to destroy your purity and your will to fight me. Don't hold out hope someone will come to save you. Give in and cum on my cock. As much as I love a little resistive pussy. I'm not losing to that burnt asshole," he indicated to Dabi with his head.

He quickly licked his thumb, shoved his fist between you, and started rubbing. The sensation was like a shock wave going through your middle. You jerked and grabbed his wrist. You immediately move to yank your hand back, but he stops you.

For a moment, you thought you had died. You imagined all of his fingers had wrapped around your wrist, and at any moment, you will turn to dust. But Tomura hadn't. What he was doing was guiding your hand to your clit.

"If you don't like the way I do it, show me," he said kindly, which threw you off.

You violently shook your head and blubbered. His pinky threatened to lie down. The look of his of eager anticipation said it all. Do it, or he'll turn you to dust. He was still hard and firmly planted in you. This was just cruel. He was inconsistent with his mercy.

You start slowly and nervously. Tomura is staring at you, touching yourself as if he's studying every movement. You can't touch the sensitive bundle of nerves directly. It's too much for you. You rub circles over the hood. You shut your eyes and pretend he's the hottest guy you've seen. It's hard to do with a hot rod throbbing and stretching you at your core.

You have a hard time imagining someone else in you. You don't want to die, either. You do the unthinkable and really look at him. Touching yourself feels nice, but it will not get you to cum. The light blue dripped, and a few strands clung to his face. As you look at him, his eyes dart to yours. He holds them, pinning you with those scarlet orbs.

With a sharp intake of breath, his muscles ripple. He's not bulky, but he is toned with a softness that quickly disappears with each deep pant. Crimson eyes are blown with hunger and need. You moan sweetly as you grow wet. The pain fades into the background as your pleasure increases.     

"Fuck. That's a fine tight wet pussy. I don't hate it. Looks pretty around my cock. That expression is nice. Your hair is changing to pink, my lil American slut," He bites his lip.

You can feel the deep grind as his cock presses lightly on your cervix. Heightening the sensation of your ecstasy. You feel a moan rise from someplace primal. You clamp your hand over your mouth. His eyes catch the movement. He growls, clearly not liking how you are quieting your passion or distracting him from what you're doing with your sex. Quickly shooting out your hand, your fingers run through his hair. The Saki must be getting to your head. His strands are like silk-spun sky and clouds.  

He paused to let you get a good look and feel. Gasping for air, his chest heaves, and a shudder works down his body to where you two are attached. You cried out when he bucked his hips hard and fast. He licked two fingers and played with your clit the way you enjoyed. Shivers of pleasure run up your spine. His cock stroking along your slick walls.

He humped you hard and fast like an animal, but he was whimpering and pants like a puppy. You are velvet and bliss to him. Wrapping around his dick perfectly, squeezing and sucking him back in. You wish he would not whisper such filthy things. It kept you too present with what's he doing to you. The violent smacking of his boney hips against your tender flesh made your entire being quake under him. He was starting to feel amazing in you.

A tightening and tingle in your middle gather and build to new highs. You are no longer resisting Tomura. You are screwing him back. Bucking back into him. He's handsome enough, you tell yourself. He's making you feel good. If you ignore all else, you can forget your life depends on cumming on this nasty man's cock. You can convince yourself you wanted it. At this moment, as you feel yourself plunging into ecstasy, you do want it. You are moaning and whimpering sweet noises as you cling to him. You implode on impact. His cock fills you to the brim.

"Ah!" You scream sharply as you arch up to him. Every part of you tightens and then comes undone on him. He grunts as he grips your hips and shoves himself as deeply as possible. His lids are heavy with lust as drool forms at the corner of his mouth.

"Fuck!" He gasps a moment later. You have clamped down on him. Whimpering and writhing as his twitching cock spreads warmth deep inside you, "Oh yeah. There we go. That's a good little tight cock sleeve. Fuck. That pussy may be a virgin, but it can milk a dick. That's it. Suck up every drop."

"No way," Dabi hisses, suddenly next to you both. He has Aimi by the hair. She mercifully has her eyes closed as Dabi digs two of his fingers between you and Shigaraki. Shoving his fingers in deep to feel you pulsing on Tomura. You squeal and squirm as he stretches you more.

"Huh," Dabi says, surprised.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Look at her hair. You have no manners," Tomura hissed at Dabi.

"As if I know what pink and red mean. Damn, that red is bright. It almost glows. This wasn't a fair bet," Dabi says, pulling out his fingers at last. He licks the both of you off them as if that was no big deal. You shiver at the sight. Suddenly feeling cold and wanting to disappear in the warm spring water.

"What?" Shigaraki asks, scratching his neck. Dabi smirks and pulls up Aimi until she is standing.

"This one is a cold fish. You make this one cum while I try that one. You win the bet hands down," Dabi states.

"Why would you need to fuck this one?" Shigaraki asks suspiciously.

"You are going to leave me with a wet dick and not a chance to see if I get the same reaction? We need a control for the bet. If I make her cum then this bet is a push. We'll try some other girls. Unless you got attached like a little virgin simp to this one," Dabi mocks.

"You can't do anything but cause misery," Shigaraki growls as he rips himself away from paradise. Gripping Aimi by the arm and dragging her to a more comfortable spot.

"You might be right about that," Dabi smirks. You drop into the water, pushing off the rocks quickly. If you can run for help, maybe you both will live through this. You slip through Dabi's fingers. Finding the edge quickly and scrambling up.

"Well, go get her," you hear Shigaraki say as you pop up and run for the exit.

"Don't tell me what to do," Dabi shot back, right behind you.

Bursting through the exit, you attach to some random stranger. Screaming help in Japanese. The guy stared at you wide-eyed as Dabi grabbed your arm. Said something to the man while you begged for help. The heat on your arm made you whimper and flinch. Loosening your grip enough to be yanked away from the stranger. The guy smiled and walked off. You stood there with Dabi slack-jawed. This guy is actually doing exactly what Tomura said he would. He was going to leave you. A problem to be solved by someone else. A burst of blue flame, and that guy was flailing on the ground for a minute before he was a crackling campfire.

"He wasn't going to call the heroes, but it's better to side on caution. Are you happy you got a guy killed?" He asked you, leading you back to the hot spring.

"I didn't kill him. You did," you sniffle. You saw it. That random really wasn't going to bother to even call for help.  

"Tell that to his family. At least that made me hard again," Dabi chuckled, placing you back against the rock. Aimi is crying pathetically as Shigaraki humps her, your eyes connect with him, and the seething rage underneath makes your heart stop in terror. Dabi slicking himself on you. You whimper in fear. What will happen if you cum on Dabi? What will happen if you don't?

"Shouldn't I clean myself? We can go into the changing room. Lay on some towels," you tried to convince.

"Oh, I don't mind sloppy seconds. Makes good lube. Besides, I want to see him hot-blooded after I make his favorite fuck cum on this fat cock," he grinned. You cried and squirmed when he pushed his dick in you, "Oh fuck. That is a tight little pussy. I can feel why he didn't want to share. That's ok. He broke you in nicely. That is damn good."

You thought Tomura was hard as a rod. Dabi was real metal. You can feel the cold steel change its temperature as he sinks in deep. The different textures create new sensations. You cover your mouth as you moan. Dabi is slow and deep. Making sure you feel his piercings as they glide over your slick walls. Working all the sweet places, Tomura had to find the hard way. Dabi's warm hands are everywhere. He doesn't have to be careful like Tomura. It feels like Dabi is trying to devour you. He stops long enough to threaten you. 

"Don't try to get clever and pull at staples or stitches. Keep to the smooth skin, or I will set you on fire and keep fucking your corpse. I don't need the top half. You feel pretty warmed up. I want a good time," He panted, bucking harder and running a hand in your hair, pulling your head back and shoving his tongue in your grunting mouth. Another hand tweaking a nipple as he pounds harder and faster. The sore ache is resounding as you writhe under him. His lower lip has a different consistency. His flavor is one of horrible cooked flesh. He's too hot. His dick is more experienced in pleasing a woman. Tomura wanted to win. Dabi wants a good time. Both make you feel like their toy.

You dare to peek over and see a Tomura standing perfectly still, staring and scratching his neck so hard he's bleeding. His grimace is horrible. He looks murderous as he watches you tip over the edge. Free falling into a coaxed orgasm. You concentrated as hard as you could on your hair color. The best thing about having your heart on your sleeve is when you can lie, everyone believes it. He stiffened more as his eyes narrowed.  

"You won't get away with this limp dick," Aimi whimpered.

  NO!  Your mind screams. But it was too late. Tomura looked down. Set all five fingers flat on her back, and your best childhood friend disappears. Her face twisted into a shocked scream while you came. You squeezed your eyes shut and turned your head from them. Dabi growls as his hot cum feels like it is scorching your insides. You can feel his cum jetting into your eagerly sucking cunt. You heard her hands, and head tumble in the water as Shigaraki made his way to you.

"Did she cum?" Tomura asked worriedly. Dabi is still cumming and ignores him. You try to shove him away on his smooth flesh.

"How can I! Monsters. You killed Aimi. You killed her!" You wailed, trying to curl up on yourself. 

Dabi does not pull out. Dabi gives a light moan as his cock twists in you as you try to curl from him. Dabi looks at Shigaraki, who is scratching himself and having a fit. Then down at you, your pussy clamping down and trying to shove him out. Shiggy was right. Forced pussy was the best. This forced pussy was the best. That was the hardest cum in his life. He was physically stuck in you, and he loved it. He licked his upper lip and made a decision.

"Nah. You win," Dabi said to your shock. Tomura eased his scratching and smirked. Pulling you into an embrace and making comforting sounds, you cry too hard to hear these bastards' words. Dabi joins him, and you are so damn horrified and confused at the sudden dynamic change. That disappears when Dabi turns to Shigaraki.

"Ever done DP?" He asked a Shiggy who was busy kissing your shoulder. He looked bored at Dabi and then shook his head no, "Bitches love it. You sort of feel the other guys dick, but girls can't get enough after the first taste. They beg for it." Shigaraki considered this.

"Really?" He asked you.  How would I know?  Your brain shouts at him. He knows you were a virgin. Is he stupid! He just killed your best friend. You  loved  her! She got all the guys and was naive, but she was brave and stuck by you. You wanted to spit this in Tomura's face when you caught Dabi's expression. It was icy cold. You want to live to tell on these fuckers. Someone has to know what they did to Aimi and make them pay. 

"Yes," you whimpered. Dabi suggested a break before they started. Shigaraki went to check on father. Dabi leans in with burning eyes.

"I like your survival skills. You owe me. You better make fucking as good as this each time," Dabi instructed.

"I don't know how. I was a virgin. I just want to go home," you wept. Dabi grinned. 

"Keep that attitude. You want to live. You want to make us happy," He said coldly.  

You cried. They consoled in their creepy way. But kept going in every position and combination they could think of. For hours until you passed out and woke up in a new position, covered in cum and aching in every hole. You prayed through most of it. The longer they were not answered, the more you think these two are right about society. You got an earful of it when they were in a humping lull. When they had exhausted themselves using every hole in your body, they cuddled. You felt like a steak between two tigers. 

Shigaraki kept a firm grip on your neck. His face buried in your hair, mumbling sweet dirty nothings to the back of your head. Dabi's face is between your tits. 

"We have time for another go?" Dabi asked.

"I'm tired," you husked.

"You don't have to be awake," Dabi said flatly. You felt weary and hurt. Your heart becomes numb to their cruelty. A black swirl formed, and a psychotic chipper schoolgirl brat and a bitchy butch walked through. The smoky black guy was the dangerous one, though. There was a loud nasty argument in Japanese. Dabi got dressed and handed Tomura your passport while throwing towels and a robe at you.  

"As (Japanese) as she (Japanese) to us," Dabi hissed. 

"I was (Japanese) to share. (Japanese) is no us. I (Japanese) keep her," Tomura growled, pulling on his pants with a fucking severed hand somehow attached to his face. The argument between them ensued and got loud when you attempted to slowly head for the door. You are catching words like "kill," "hide," "body," "mine," and "keep."  

"Oh no, honey. You stay right there," The butch one said in perfect English.

 You freeze in terror as Tomura quickly comes over to wipe Dabi's come off you. Not his. He stands again, scratching himself, an air of seething as he gets in the smoky guy's face area. The smoky guy made some sympathetic noises, and Tomura stopped throwing a tantrum but was still clearly agitated. He stalks in front of you, kneeling down and shoving your passport in your face.

"We want to keep you, but Kurogiri says no. When things settle down, we will find you. You belong to the league of villains. You belong to me. Do not fuck anyone else. We will hunt them down and kill their entire family," he rasped, putting your passport in his back pocket.

They left. Dabi gave you a lingering look parting with a final warning.

"You're mine. You owe me, and there isn't a hero to stop me from collecting," he grinned, disappearing into the blackness.

They found you near morning, cradling Aimi's head and hands. You couldn't find her feet. The Japanese government locked you away for your "safety." Also, having no passport, they can just make you disappear. You took the morning-after pill. Not that it worked. They hid you in some hospital. This was hell.

When you saw Dabi on tv, you became disgusted. Endeavor created a monster. He said a half-sorry, and nothing came of it. He wasn't charged with child abuse or neglect. He could run around while you are incubating a product of this society's fucked up neglect. Whether it was Shigaraki's or Dabi's makes no difference. Not when you remember the look of that stranger. You hope it all comes crashing down.

When Spinner comes crashing through. You escape to find a news team. Yes, one of the  villains  will find you but not before the world knows what this place has done to you and Aimi.

[kc5rings]

Irene is super into breathplay, but doesn't realize the fully possible context of that combined with water until meeting Specter

Agreed 100%, It doesn’t say anywhere that Inquisitors are celibate or anything of the sort so I’ve no doubt she has some experience but given her drive and focus on training, most of her stress relief has likely been solo, including breathplay. (Don’t ever do this, very unsafe, but she’s impulsive and this is fantasy. Warning complete) So while she’s into it her hands on experience with that kink is probably limited

So I can imagine a certain creative minded abyssal hunter would be delighted to show her how much more fun that particular dance can be with a partner

Irene was a strong swimmer, all Inquisitors were.

They had to be.

But still her lungs burned, her arms useless as she tried to push through the water with just her legs. Something was in here with her, and its eyes were hungry.

It had started simple enough, a conversation of their lives before Rhodes, Laurentina regaled Irene with stories of her home, of the art and music she had seen there, vowing to recreate some of it from memory so Irene could appreciate it.

When her turn came though, there was, in her mind, little for Irene to tell. She remembered little if her life before the Inquisitors saved her, and had given her all to them up until she joined Rhodes. It had been a few months now, and while she and Laurentina had grown closer, the loss of all the structure she had known weighed heavy on her.

Undaunted, Laurentina had pressed further, insisting that her training simply /must/ have had its eventful moments, given her stories to tell. In her exasperation, Irene decided that if she must speak about her training, it would be about one of her proudest moments.

The day she became an Inquisitor.

Weeks later, Irene found herself standing on the edge of a saltwater pool, in a swimsuit, flanked by a nun.

“It’s no church, little bird, so the mood may not be perfect, but I did manage to dim the lights to give it a properly solemn tone.”

They stood together in one of the large training pools Rhodes used for both operator training and patient hydrotherapy. Laurentina had put in a request to use the space for a “private training session,” which Irene later learned was common Rhodes parlance for a hookup among operators and was regularly used to ensure a space would be reasonably private within the allotted time. Higher ups tended to turn a blind eye to the practice, so long as it wasn’t disruptive to anyones duties.

“Shall we begin?”

Irene simply nodded, part of her still unsure how she had let Laurentina talk her into this, it was unsafe, it was crass, it was… obscene! To make a mockery of such a sacred ritual! And yet…

“Eyes forward neophyte.”

splash!

splash!

splash!

Irene jumps as the first splash rang out, a pit of anticipation deepening in her stomach with each one that followed. Her sword, her handcannon and a lantern now lay at the bottom of the pool, tossed by Laurentina without a moments hesitation or remorse. Irene had drawn a hard line at using her actual lantern for their game, but undeterred, Laurentina had found a suitable stand in.

“Your Inquisitor’s Baptism awaits, are you ready to accept your trial?”

Laurentina’s voice had shifted, affecting the grave tones of the clergy that Irene was all too familiar with, in the nuns habit she had insisted on wearing for this little game. Irene had to admit Laurentina filled the role of the trial overseer quite well, if not for the grin that bared such sharp teeth.

“I accept my trial “Sister.” I shall rise from the depths an Inquisitor or not at all.”

Cool hands pressed on Irene’s shoulders, steady but unrelenting pressure driving her to her knees at the edge of the pool. Laurentina’s hands, smooth and steady, drew Irene’s arms behind her back. How many times had those hands held her life by now? Irene wondered. How many times had they encircled her throat or pressed unyielding over her nose and mouth? She had lost count.

Rope hissed over fabric as Laurentina bound Irene’s arms firmly against her back, forgoing the simple wrist tie that Irene remembered from her trial, opting instead for an intricate harness of rope. Laurentina’s hands move with superhuman dexterity until Irene’s arms were lashed tightly to her back by a web of ropes evoking a ships wheel, secured even further by lengths of rope across across her chest. Despite her situation, Irene found herself wishing there was a mirror nearby. Laurentina was ever an artist, and her ropework was beautiful to behold.

“Consigned to the abyss, may your lantern guide your way back to us.”

Irene’s breath quickens, she knows what comes next. She needs to focus, to maintain her composure and control. This may just be their game, but Irene also felt her pride on the line. She would not fail.

A hand presses between her shoulder blades.

And shoves.

Splash!

The water rushes up to meet her, surround her, engulf her. Only her training prevents the chill from stealing precious oxygen for a gasp. Every animal part of her brain screams at her to thrash, to panic, to try and break her bonds and rush for the surface. But her resolve holds, she allows herself a moment to sink before letting a few tiny bubbles of air escape through her nose, using the direction of the bubbles to orient herself on which direction is up before slowly opening her eyes.

The water stings, and her vision blurs, but her training serves her as well now as it did all those years ago, scanning the bottom of the pool until a glint of metal catches her eye. Her sword!

Swimming with just her legs is no simple task, but steadily Irene draws closer to her blade, propelling herself down and twisting her body around so that one trapped hand can grip the hilt of her sword. Its feel in her grip a comfort as she righted herself and scans once more, this time for her handcannon. Surely it couldn’t be much further, she simply needs to focus and-

A hand brushes up the inside of her thigh.

Panic that was so well controlled up to this point roars to the front of her mind as Irene wrenches her body around to look behind her, sword clutched impotently in her bound arm. She feels the water move around her but sees nothing, her lungs begin to burn as she wildly tries to locate the source of that touch.

The demands of her body however, will not wait. She needs to keep moving. No distractions, focus on the next task… there! Her handcannon is mercifully close by, a few strong kicks and she’s floating just above it, now she just needs to turn like before to grab it and-

Before her body begins to rotate a hand clamps down on the back of her neck and drives her to the bottom of the pool, her face pressed harshly against the cold tile as sharp teeth scrape along her shoulder. Irene twists and writhes but the grip is like iron and the panic is costing her precious seconds of air.

It takes some painful craning of her neck but Irene manages to twist her body just enough for her one free hand to scrabble at the floor until it feels the familiar heft of her cannon. The moment she grips it the hand on her neck is gone, letting her kick up off the bottom to whirl around in search of her assailant. But a flash of black is all she catches before it’s gone again.

No time no time no time!

Irene’s best guess is she’s been under for near a minute now, still a bit shy of the 3 she knows she’s capable of, but that was in perfect conditions and without being harassed at every turn. By the ache in her chest she has maybe another minute, 40 seconds left.

And she is being hunted.

The realization sends a lance of heat through her, despite the chill of the water. She’s fighting for her life while something far beyond her strength toys with her, playing with its food. Her food.

The lantern, where is the lantern?!

Another scan of the pool, now feeling the water’s currents change and press around her as her predator senses weakness, it was moving in.

The lantern! It was half the pool length away, but close to the edge, if she could reach it in time she should be able to almost immediately come up for air and wedge herself up out of the water.

Her goal in sight, Irene kicked off with renewed vigor, crossing the distance at a desperate pace, her sword and cannon clutched tightly in her hands. Just like all those years ago, she closed in on the lantern and opened her mouth, intending to take its handle between her teeth, symbolically taking its fire into herself at her most desperate moment. To rise stronger for the hardship.

But then she’s there.

Soundless, Laurentina slides between Irene and the lantern, intercepting Irene’s searching mouth with her own, wrapping her arms around Irene in a tight embrace as the kiss lingered. Only finally breaking in a storm of bubbles as the last of Irene’s air leaves her.

Her lungs scream, heat pools in her stomach as the pain and helplessness finally prove too much. Laurentina’s hands are everywhere at once, her chest, between her legs, flooding into her mouth like the water surrounding them both. It’s all too much, muscles coil in her stomach as Laurentina’s deft hands make short work of her, her body convulsing under the water. Pain, fear and pleasure whirl inside her as the edges of her vision dim, her body relaxing against Laurentina’s, she’s so tired, maybe she could just… rest…

They break the surface.

Air, sweet air! It rushes into Irene’s lungs as she gasps, hair plastered to her face and legs kicking weakly. Laurentina leans back, floating face up with Irene on her chest, stroking her hair and murmuring praise in her ear.

“There’s my sweet little bird, I’ve got you, you’re safe now.”

As she lay there, only half conscious as Laurentina gently guided them to the shallows and stood, Irene draped across her arms, the former Inquisitor found her mind drawn back to that day so long ago, when she had dragged herself out of that pool, kneeling on stone and dripping as her lantern was lit and her binds cut, signaling the start of a new life washed clean.

She let herself hope, as each knot was carefully loosed and ache rubbed out, as a soft towel enveloped her and she was pulled close to a chest beginning to hum with song, that maybe, a chance at a new beginning came more than once in a lifetime.

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You Took The Words Right Out Of My Mouth 18+

Chapter 21/26 Pairing: Eddie Munson / Chrissy Cunningam Need to catch up? Click Here for Chapter One or View Full Work on AO3

When Chrissy finally woke up, she was mute. People are sympathetic at first, but when she doesn’t magically get better, she slowly finds herself as one of the ‘freaks’. Lucky for her, there’s one freak in particular she really doesn’t mind finding herself beside. 

Warnings: Slow Burn, Angst, PTSD, Chrissy still got attacked by Vecna but didn't die, Eddie still got mauled by bats but didn't die, Hurt/Comfort, Abuse.

The hazy days between Christmas and New Year passed by in a blur of sleeping in and days of not getting dressed. Wayne’s sleep schedule was thrown completely out of sync and the four of them – The Henderson’s and the Munson’s – spent their days just playing boardgames or watching crap television.

The adults disappeared from time to time, running errands or whatever it was grown-ups left the house for. Eddie and Claudia teamed up to work on his next Dungeons & Dragons campaign, incorporating Claudia’s sweetheart-fighter more than Eddie had originally intended as she’d gone to the effort of not just naming Thamior Sianndol (which admittedly, she had taken from the suggested names in the players handbook) but selecting his race and giving him an entire backstory which she had nervously presented to Eddie in her spidery handwriting.

Chrissy had another hydrotherapy appointment, but because her dad wasn’t at work he’d insisted on going with her, so Eddie had had to miss that one. Which was infuriating because it had been one of few and far between chances to actually see Chrissy, and he’d gone to the effort of getting her physical therapist – Emily – a Christmas card.

The half-cocked plans for a new year celebration never really came to fruition, Steve’s parents were still at home and everyone else had too many parental rules or didn’t have enough space for the entire party.

Chrissy was at a ‘family’ party, but Eddie was in her room when she got home in the wee hours, giving her a ‘Happy New Year’ kiss more than two hours after midnight had been and gone.

It was when he was walking home from this early morning excursion that a bat – an actual fucking bat – flew overhead. He ducked instinctively, and then – miraculously – found himself laughing. The thing was no bigger than his thumb if you ignored the wingspan. Nothing on this plane of existence – apart from perhaps Laura Cunningham – could be as terrifying as the shit he’d seen on the flipside.

He was still shaking his head at himself as he snuck back into his room and climbed into bed.

“And he was just there, in your room?” Nancy asked, pushing the cotton balls in between Chrissy’s toes.

“Yep, stuck in through the window. No idea how long he’d been waiting.”

“He’s so love-struck it makes me sick.”

Chrissy laughed.

“Then again… so are you.”

Chrissy didn’t even try to defend herself. “True.”

Nancy smirked, glancing up at Chrissy as she picked up the bottle of nail polish Chrissy had picked out.

“Did you go to Jonathan’s for new year?”

“Yeah. Mike went too – No idea what mom and dad got up to, but they got a sitter for Holly, so they must’ve done something.

Nancy gave the bottle a good shake and then paused, “Eleven is being… weird.”

Chrissy nodded in agreement as Nancy unscrewed the lid and wiped the excess off the brush on the lip of the bottle.

“She’s losing weight.” Nancy added.

“I know. I tried to speak to her at mine and Eddie’s graduation party thing. But… she didn’t want to know.”

“Do you…”

“Do I think she’s like me?”

“Like you were.” Nancy corrected; her eyes focused on Chrissy’s toenails as the obnoxiously bright yellow polish slid across the bare nail.

“I don’t know.” Chrissy admitted, “But there’s something.”

Chrissy paused, watching Nancy concentrate on painting the tiny canvas of her pinkie toe.

“Vecna caught you, didn’t he?”

“Briefly.” Nancy admitted.

“Do you still dream about it? Or… have nightmares?”

“Sometimes.” Nancy admitted. “But not for a while.”

“Oh.”

Nancy jerked her head up, accidentally overshooting with the brush and streaking Chrissy’s foot with yellow. Cursing, she picked up the nail varnish remover and a cotton ball to fix it.

“I take you still do?”

“Not Vecna.” Chrissy explained, “But… the upside down.”

“Just the upside down?”

“I don’t know.”

Nancy stayed silent, cleaning up the messy paintjob and putting her hand out for Chrissy’s other foot.

She was almost finished when Chrissy spoke again.

“It’s… whispers. I can’t understand what they’re saying. But I’m just… stood outside Eddie’s trailer, but… the other version, and I just feel this… desperation, like somethings missing. Like… I don’t know.”

Nancy finished the foot and looked at it critically.

“What colour are we doing yours?” Chrissy asked.

Nancy pulled off her socks and sat her feet in Chrissy’s lap, eyeing up the polishes on the bed. “Hmmm… not yellow. Why have you gone for yellow?”

“No one sees my feet anyway, and I just fancied something bright.”

“No one?”

“Nope.” Chrissy answered easily, examining the colours. “How about blue?”

“Purple?”

“The dark one?”

“No, the lilac-y one.”

Chrissy nodded. Picking up the nail polish labelled ‘Lavender’.

“Are you still working for the paper?”

Nancy hummed the affirmative. “I’m re-applying for colleges though. I… I got into Emerson last year, but… after everything I just… I didn’t want to leave. I think they’ll let me in again though.

“That’s good.”

“What about you?”

“Still thinking about it.” Chrissy admitted. “I’ve got time.”

Nancy nodded in agreement, looking at her toes. “Oh. I hope it dries like the colour on the bottle.” She said, scrunching her nose at the colour.

Chrissy put the brush back in the bottle. “Shall we wait five minutes? See what we’re dealing with?”

Nancy nodded. “Did you hear about V C Andrews?”

“Yes!” Chrissy exclaimed, remembering how sad she’d been to learn of the authors death just before Christmas. “One of the papers said they’re going to get a ghost writer to finish the Dollanganger series.”

“Ewww.”

“I know…” Chrissy sighed, “I don’t have high hopes.”

Nancy tittered in agreement, and they sat in comfortable silence as they waited for the paint to dry.

“No. I don’t like it.” Nancy said finally.

“Blue?”

“Blue.”

Eddie and Wayne had another few days before they were due back at work, and Wayne didn’t seem like he was trying to get back onto his usual schedule at all, spending all day awake and relaxing with them all. He drove Dustin around, insisting it was too cold to pushbike whenever he wanted to go see a friend or go to the arcade, helping Claudia make dinner.

One night, when Eddie was sneaking in from visiting Chrissy he caught him making his way down the hall from Claudia’s room back to the spare room he’d claimed for his own. Neither of them said a word to each other as they pressed themselves against opposite sides of the wall, passing in the darkness, heads downcast.

Eddie was convinced that their night-time encounter should’ve been less of a shock for his uncle – it was an unspoken secret that Eddie regularly disappeared for hours at a time, if not for the whole night, but Eddie still wasn’t about to say anything about catching his uncle sneaking out of Claudia’s room.

The next morning, however, his uncle would barely look at him, and the day after that he absconded completely.

He came home just intime for dinner, Chrissy hadn’t managed to sneak over but they had Steve and Robin over, and even those two – not knowing Wayne all too well – noticed something was up and scarpered after dessert instead of staying to watch television like they usually did.

Eddie forced himself to stay awake as first Dustin and then Claudia made their way to bed, leaving just the two of them in the living room, some terrible soap opera re-run blaring out the screen.

Eddie noticed Wayne breathe in to speak once or twice, but he bottled it and said nothing. The soap opera grew to such bullshit drama that Eddie couldn’t pretend to watch any longer and scooped up his guitar. Dissecting and then playing the outro of the soap just for his own amusement.

“Ed.”

“Hmmm?”

“You remember… you know, when the trailer got… condemned, or whatever.”

“Yep.”

“They offered me a house.”

“Yeah.” Eddie remembered, his brain already racing twelve steps ahead and forming his own conclusions which resulted in a rather scathing look towards his uncle.

“It’s not… much. Two bedrooms though.”

“And?” Eddie asked coldly, ready to put his foot down about wanting to stay with the Henderson’s. A small part of his brain reminded him that if he got his own room again it would make things simpler for him and Chrissy, and that he’d been thinking of finding a place himself - but he wasn’t about to let that get in the way of the family unit that had developed over the last several months.

“The mortgage is paid off. It’s just sat there.”

“So?”

Wayne sniggered.

“What?” Eddie asked.

“I thought you might want it.”

“What?” Eddie asked again, his tone changing completely.

“You’re a grown boy, job, girlfriend.”

“We don’t take hand-outs.” Eddie pointed out.

Wayne sighed “I don’t know what happened. That night, those weeks. Why they slung our trailer into Area fifty-one crap… I don’t know. So yeah, for me it’d be a hand-out. Buying my silence on shit I know nothing about anyway. I get the feeling we ain’t in the same place on that… you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“You think maybe, after everything that went down, maybe you deserve a… a reward?” He saw Eddie scowl and backtracked, “If not you, then… maybe Chrissy?”

“What?”

“She deserves more than that hag of a mother.”

Eddie hit a bum note on his guitar and lowered it to the ground as Wayne held up a set of keys.

“What about you?” Eddie asked finally.

Wayne grinned at him, “I think I might stay here.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows, but Wayne didn’t have any more parting wisdom as he threw Eddie the keys and made his way to bed – not his bed. Claudia’s.

So, Wayne had finally accepted a new house from the state, all fully paid for and in his name in return for him keeping silent about the inter-dimensional portal in his trailer. That had been shock enough for Eddie. But it was even more of a shock for poor Dustin when he found out Wayne had handed Eddie the keys and moved his things from the spare room and into Claudia’s room.

So now Eddie had a house, apparently.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about it. When he first thought Wayne was suggesting they both leave he’d been ready with some very colourful language about his opinion. He wasn’t fully sure of what his opinion was now.

If Claudia and Wayne were bunking up, surely Eddie could take over the spare room. Give Dustin his space back. If he was only thinking about himself, that would probably be his first choice. But Wayne was right about Chrissy.

He knew she’d rejected all the alternative options he’d presented her with over fall break. But all those options had been dependant on the goodwill of others, and he knew as well as Wayne did – how shitty that felt.

This was different.

“It’ll be weird, having my room back.” Dustin admitted one night when they’d both gone to bed.

“Dude, I’m barely here anyway.”

Dustin giggled, “Well no, but you’re usually here when I go to sleep. It’s… nice.”

“This your creepy way of saying you’ll miss me?” Eddie asked.

“Oh, I won’t miss you.” Dustin told him confidently, “I heard Wayne. There’s two bedrooms.”

“Hey! No! No, you don’t get my spare room.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because I said so!”

“That’s bullshit.”

“It’s my house.”

“It’s Wayne’s house.”

Dustin dropped the subject, but Eddie heard him huff in annoyance.

“I’ll miss you too.” Eddie admitted, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Of course – and you can’t have the spare room, but, I dunno, I guess you can stay over sometimes.”

He stayed on Dustin’s floor for another couple of days, until Dustin had finally told him to just ask her – for gods’ sake.

“Okay fine.” Eddie had said, climbing out of bed, not even bothering to pretend he didn’t know what Dustin was talking about.

“Where are you going?”

“To ask her.”

He had walked the ten minutes to her house, made the awkward climb up to her bedroom window, and slipped into bed beside her, still dressed. His chest pressed up against her back.

“Just me.” He had whispered when she’d finally stirred as the blankets had re-settled.

She’d reached wordlessly behind her, capturing his cold hand, and pulling it tight against her.

It amused him that she didn’t seem surprised, acted as if he broke into her house and stole into her bed every night. She buried her face in the pillows tucking his hand up against her cheek.

“Chrissy.”

“Shhhh.”

“No, Chrissy I need to ask you something.”

She twisted over so that she faced him, his arm falling to the small of her back, as she blearily opened one eye.

“Are you real?” She asked, frowning,

“…Pretty sure.”

“Then it can wait.”

Eddie stifled a laugh, “You’re serious?”

Chrissy hummed, wrapping her arms around him, and burying her face into his chest.

“You feel real.”

“I am real.” He told her, smoothing back her hair. He wondered if this was just a very sleepy Chrissy or if the medication she still occasionally took to help her sleep had sent her a bit loopy.

She peered up at him from between the wayward strands of hair. “Okay.” She agreed after a moment, “Ask me.”

“You want to get out of here?”

“Now?”

“No, I mean for good. Do you want to move in with me?”

“Into Dustin’s?” She asked, perplexed.

“No, I’m a homeowner now.”

She lifted her head off the pillow and squinted at him.

“Hero perk – well, technically ‘government bribe’, but… I like to think of it as a hero perk.”

She considered him for a moment, and then nodded. “Okay,”

“You don’t want to know where the house is?” He asked.

“No.” Chrissy told him, turning away from him again and shuffling back so that her body curled into his.

“I don’t care.” She explained after a moment.

“No? What if it’s a cardboard box at the back of the arcade?”

“Is there room for two?” She asked sleepily.

“Yeah.”

“I like the arcade.”

He laughed, burying his face in her neck, and inhaling her smell.

“Soon?” He asked.

“Tomorrow.” She answered, reaching behind her to take his hip in her hand and pull him even closer.

“Tomorrow?”

“Mmm.”

“What’s your mom going to say?”

Chrissy played with his hand, splaying his fingers before threading her own fingers into the gaps, and tucking their hands up against her chest.

“You know… I don’t care anymore.”

“No?”

“Nope.” Chrissy confirmed, popping the ‘p’, and wriggling backwards to press against his body.

When she woke up the next morning, she was curled up into Eddie’s side, one of her legs circling his own and trapping him there. She realised with a sinking feeling that her pyjama bottoms had ridden up around her knee, exposing the worst half of her scarring. She tried to reach to pull them back down, but the movement stirred him.

He’d been lying on his back, letting Chrissy use one arm as a pillow. Now he opened his eyes and yawned, absently scratching at his chest. It took him a moment to figure out why she was lying at such an old angle, but once he realised, he simply took hold of her hips and pulled her higher up the bed, battling with the duvet so that it draped back over her legs.

“Do I really get to move in with you?”

“If you want to.” Eddie answered, playing with a strand of her hair.

They stayed in bed way too long. Chrissy’s parents were awake and moving about the house, it wouldn’t be long before one of them came to check in on her.

When she finally admitted defeat and climbed out of bed, he still lay there in the tangle of sheets.

He watched her get changed, removing her pyjama top, and putting on a bra, a t-shirt, and a jumper with sleeves long enough to fall past her fingertips. He was pleased to see her ribs were nowhere near as visible now.

She had changed without any self-consciousness whatsoever. But then she clammed up and stood looking at him with a pair of jeans in her hands.

“You want me to close my eyes?” He asked.

The look of vulnerability that crossed her face took him right back to the day Vecna had got her. He’d never minded always being in the dark, as much as he had longed to see her face, to examine every inch of her. The recent discovery of thigh high socks had made that a reality. But he hated why. Hated that she thought so little of herself.

He didn’t know what the answer would be long term, but he already knew from experience the best way to reassure her, it had just never felt like the right time.

“You think I haven’t seen a pair of legs before, Chrissy Cunningham? C’mon. You’re not that special.”

She was startled into laughter, looking over at him with that same incredulous but amused look she so often cast his way.

“Well, No. You’re special. Like, e-special-ly weird. But your legs, eh, they’re just what keep you moving, right?”

He sat up, and then stood, undoing his belt, and then taking off his jeans.

“What are you doing?” Chrissy asked, looking at him like he was a fascinating exhibition at the zoo rather than a boy casually stripping off in her bedroom.

He pointed to the mottled shiny scar on his leg where a chunk of him had been ripped away.

“That was the bats…” he explained, and then pointed out an obvious bite mark. “Also bats…”

He led her through all his scars, including the discoloured rectangles on the back of his thighs where they’d borrowed the least damaged skin to graft over the most damaged parts.

“That one?” She asked, looking at a shiny one under his knee.

“That is a very very heroic tale.” He told her seriously, waiting for her to ask again before saying “Nah, I fell off my bike when I was a kid.”

Chrissy laughed and watched as he pulled his t-shirt off too and lifted his arms to expose his sides. She had seen him shirtless many times before. But he’d always been blindfolded whenever she’d studied them with her hands or mouth, so she let him present them to her. His torso was honestly more scar tissue than it was skin. There was one scar, on his side, below his ribs, that she knew bothered him. She’d often caught him rubbing at it as though it ached.

His legs had definitely gotten off easy, protected to some degree by the thin layer of denim perhaps.

The one on his side was an ugly beige colour, bigger than her hand, as if he’d just had a part of himself torn away – which, Chrissy knew, was exactly what had happened. She had felt the uneven tissue beneath her fingers that first time at Reefer Rick’s but had been too lost in the moment to pay any attention to it. Had politely kept her eyes cast somewhere else every consequent time the scar had been on show, giving him the same kind of courtesy, she was asking of him.

But she looked now.

“This one went all the way down into my lungs.” He told her matter-of-factly, putting his arms back down.

“See?”

“See what?” She asked.

“You really think your scars look as bad ass as mine? Think you can beat this?” He asked, pointing to the scar on his side. “Nah, I don’t think so.”

Chrissy shook her head, rolling her eyes, but the grin on her face wasn’t going anywhere.

His smug little grin disappeared when she pushed him back onto the bed though. When she stood in front of him and slowly slid her pyjama bottoms down and stepped out of them.

Eddie was staring resolutely at her face until she gave him a little nod.

He stroked down her thigh gently with one hand, still gazing up into her face as he felt the dips of each circular scar, she flinched as his hand passed her knee and he paused.

“They’re ugly.” She whispered.

“Chrissy, there is nothing about you that’s ugly.”

He took her hand, straightening her fingers and turning her wrist so they were both looking at the back of her hand, the lines of scars slicing down each finger and down to her wrist. He kissed each knuckle, reaching for her other hand to kiss every scar he found there too.

Slowly, giving her all the time in the world to stop him, he lowered his head. Casting his eyes over her legs with a painful ache in his chest, when he bent down to stroke her calf, she rested one hand in his hair. He wondered how she actually felt about his scars. They were asymmetrical lumpy horrible things compared to hers.

He looked back up at her when he’d carefully examined both legs. Taking in each shiny surgical scar, each pockmark that showed where she’d been literally pinned back together. The scars of a survivor.

“Yeah, I was wrong.”

“What?” She squeaked.

“They’re pretty fucking special, actually.” He grinned and she smiled back at him in relief, her cheeks reddening.

“They are not just legs for a to b travel. I should have known. They are… the most beautiful legs I have ever seen.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Chrissy ducked her head, stepping away to pull on her jeans with shaking hands. “You should probably go.”

Eddie threw his clothes back on, and then moved to stand beside her, his fingers running through her hair as he cupped the back of her neck and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“What are you going to say to your folks?”

“Nothing.” Chrissy joked, holding up her whiteboard.

Eddie grinned, “Okay, smart ass. What are you going to write?”

Chrissy beamed and then laughed, “I have no idea.”

“Well good luck with that.” Eddie teased as they moved to her window.

He didn’t have the same dexterity and Steve, but he’d made the climb a couple of times now and it was getting easier.

“You could just write them a letter and leave it on your bed. No confrontation required?” He suggested as he lowered himself down. Chrissy leant on her windowsill, smiling.

Her mother was never going to change. No matter what people said, there was always a point where you had to draw a line. Even if that meant turning your back on your own blood. Family didn’t always mean what it should.

“Maybe.”

They kissed, just a quick meeting of their lips before Eddie dropped down.

There was a strangled cry from out on the street and Chrissy looked out, freezing in terror as she saw her mom at the end of the driveway.

“You.” Mrs Cunningham spat, pointing at Eddie. “Inside. Now.”

Eddie briefly considered running, he might have done if Chrissy wasn’t still upstairs and at risk of her mom’s wrath. But he wasn’t the running sort anymore.

With a quick glance up at Chrissy, he turned towards the front door. Only slightly amused that in the many times he’d been inside, this was the first time he was using the front door.

“Sit down.” Mrs Cunningham had demanded, pulling out a chair. “Phillip!” She shouted as Eddie sunk down into the dining chair, “Phillip. Get in here.”

Mr Cunningham appeared in the doorway, looking from his wife to Eddie and back again.

“What’s going on?”

“I just caught him climbing out of Chrissy’s window.”

“He… what?” Mr Cunningham asked, frowning. “Should I…” He made a gesture, clearly asking if he should go and get Chrissy.

“Sit down.” His wife instructed, and so he did. Taking the chair furthest from Eddie and looking at him with evident concern and dislike.

“Do you want to explain yourself?” Mrs Cunningham asked.

“Not really.” Eddie answered honestly, “You don’t want me to explain myself either, do you? You’ll just hear what you want to hear.”

“Don’t you play smart with me. I know what you are. What you’ve done.”

“I could say the same about you.” Eddie said, crossing his arms and getting comfy in his chair.

“I just don’t understand it, why her? Why our Chrissy? Why did you have to pick her to corrupt for your satanic worship?”

“Oh Jesus Christ…” Eddie sighed, exasperated, “Here we go.”

Why did it not surprise him? That even after catching him leaving their daughter’s bedroom, Mrs Cunningham was more concerned about the temptation of the devil than something normal.

“It’s all your fault she’s so broken.”

“She isn’t broken.” Eddie said through his teeth.

“Not broken?” Mrs Cunningham scoffed. “Ever since you came into our lives, you’ve corrupted her, silencing her, fattening her up, turning her against me.”

She kept going, a litany of insults and woes for her useless daughter. For all the work she had put in to make Chrissy thin and popular, to have every chance of success. But now only the lord could fix her, the devil had corrupted her, broken her beyond repair.

“She’s. Not. Broken.” Eddie yelled, his hair vibrating with anger. “I tell you what. Let’s break every bone in your body and see how quickly you get over it, huh? I’m sure Phillip here has a hammer in the garage, we could do it now! I’d be more than happy to! I saw what you did to her arm that day you stood losing your shit on the Henderson’s doorstep. And I know – I fucking know – that’s not the first time you’ve put a hand on her. Starved her. Or how about you get it through your dense skull and into that pea sized brain of yours that you fucked her up long before now. Huh? What? You didn’t notice she was puking up her dinner every day? I God damn noticed ---”

“Don’t. You. Dare!”

“I fucking noticed! and I only ever saw her in the hallway between classes. She was living under your roof you selfish – you nasty – piece of shit. I mean Jesus Christ.”

“Get out! Get out of my house!”

“You blame me all you want, you evil bitch, but you know just as well as I do that you’re the one who’s going to be burning in hell, not me. Who the fuck does that to a teenage girl? To their own fucking daughter? You know that thing only targeted her because you’d already got into her fucking head and gave it a way in?”

Mrs Cunningham was slowly turning purple.

“This was your fault.” Eddie spat, pointing a finger at her. “I don’t give a flying fuck what you think of me. But I will never ever let you in her head again. You won’t ever touch her again. Do you understand me?”

“Who the hell do you think you— “

“It’s no wonder your son fucking killed himself, I would too if I had a mother like you.”

Mrs Cunningham’s eyes flicked to the doorway and Eddie turned, regret pooling in his stomach as he saw Chrissy was standing in the doorway, her eyes wide.

“Chris… I’m sorry.” He half-whispered, his cheeks reddening.

“I think you should leave.” Mr Cunningham said finally into the silence. He looked uncomfortable but defensive, his eyes kept darting back to Chrissy and Eddie knew he only now realised the effect his wife’s obsession had had on his daughter, maybe was only just connecting the dots for the first time.

“You stay away from our daughter.” Mrs Cunningham spat.

“No.”

It was so quiet Eddie thought he’d imagined it. But from the way Laura’s jaw had dropped, he knew he hadn’t.

“Chrissy?” Her dad asked. Chrissy flushed crimson.

“I said no, Mom.”

Mrs Cunningham was speechless, staring at her daughter, the purple draining from her face until it was ashen and grey.

Eddie licked his lips. “Chris, you um, do you still want to get out of here? Come live with me?”

Chrissy almost rolled her eyes. He could have played such a power move if he hadn’t doubted himself, doubted how much she cared about him. But it was sweet that he had simply asked, hesitant and unsure, even after defeating her dragon. Even with her parents right there in the room. She gave her dad a small, apologetic smile. Then looked back at Eddie and nodded.

“Now?”

Chrissy’s nose wrinkled as she smiled and nodded again.

“Well okay then.” Eddie agreed, with a small sigh of relief.

“Live with him?” Mrs Cunningham demanded, “With – with – Chrissy! That is enough of this foolishness! Go to your room and stay there while I deal with this.”

“No, Laura.”

They all turned to stare at Mr Cunningham, even Eddie.

“You’ve said your piece.” He continued, “She’s… she’s a grown girl now, you can’t stop her. All you’re doing is driving her away from us.”

“You want to let her go and live with Eddie Munson? Where are they going to go? The trailer park? You want her to be knocked-up trailer trash with no college education? No future?”

“I want her to be happy.” Mr Cunningham told her, finally raising his voice. “And so help me Laura if you don’t let her go, then I will.”

“You’ll what?”

“I’ll leave, Laura.”

“You don’t mean that.” Mrs Cunningham spat derisively, but after a moment there was a flicker of unease in her eyes as the idea sunk in. “You don’t mean that.” She said again, more desperately.

Mr Cunningham turned to his daughter, “Pumpkin, I’m so sorry…”

“Daddy…”

Mr Cunningham’s face twisted and he held a hand up, shaking his head. “You… you take my keys. Load up my car, I’ll take you, okay?”

He turned to Eddie, inspecting him unhappily.

“You do anything to hurt her, you’ll have me to answer to young man.”

“Yes sir.” Eddie replied seriously.

Mr Cunningham thrust his hand out with an expression that said he would regret this until his last breath. Hesitantly, Eddie reached out and shook it.

When Eddie got back home, he was immediately ferreted away into the room he shared with Dustin without being able to get a word out.

“Well, the hell have you been?” Dustin demanded, “Dude. Tell me you did not spend the night at Chrissy’s. I know you didn’t go to Ricks, your vans out front. Do you know how much trouble she’d have been in if you were caught?!”

“Wait, so, you… don’t want to know what she said?”

“You didn’t chicken out?”  Dustin asked, looking stupefied.

Eddie raised his eyebrows, scowling.

“Well, what did she say?!”

“Well – for you information, Butthead, I have only come back to collect my things.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Oh, yeah, man, she and her dad are packing up her things as we speak.”

Eddie cackled at Dustin’s expression. “I know dude.” He sympathised, clapping Dustin on the shoulder. “Ol’ Phillip Cunningham is a bona fide hero.”

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Joint pain

Joint pain was something you felt in the quiet moments, the times when the day’s work was done and the body was left to reckon with itself. It came from many places wear and tear, injuries, or just the slow march of time. Whatever its cause, it was real and unyielding, like the old wooden chair that creaks every time you sit down. lets know about how reduce joint pain and why how its come. Joint pain What is joint pain ? Buy joint geneses >> Why Joint Pain Occurs ?Arthritis What are the possible causes of joint pain?Injury or Trauma Arthritis Bone Conditions Overuse or Repetitive Movements Lifestyle Factors Ageing Care and TreatmentRest and Activity Modification Medications Physical Therapy Supplements Surgery Hydrotherapy Which joint pain symptoms should worry you? ConclusionWhat causes joint pain? What are common symptoms of joint pain? What are some home remedies for joint pain relief? When should I see a doctor for joint pain? How is joint pain diagnosed?

What is joint pain ?

The joint pain. The pain was dull and constant, like a long-since-healed wound. It erupted as you moved and attempted to act in a manly manner, serving as a reminder that bodies age and experience wear and tear. You remembered when the pain wasn't there, but now it lived in your knees, your shoulders, your hands. Sometimes it came from the work you'd done, other times from nothing at all. It was there, and you learned to live with it, because that's what a man does. You keep moving, even when it hurts. Mainly, joint make the connection between your bones in places such as shoulder, knees, ankle, hips, elbows. These all body joints help us to moving. If there is any kind of injury or any disease, then it becomes the cause of pain. Mostly joints pain are : - Hands - Feet - spine - hips - knees

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Joint pain can occur due to many reasons. Now it may be due to some old disease or due to any injury, joint pain is extremely common, especially as you age. More than 53 million Americans have arthritis, and that’s only one possible cause of joint pain.  Some common causes include: Arthritis - Osteoarthritis : a kind of arthritis brought on by the destruction of the pliable tissue at the tips of bones. The cartilage, the protecting tissue at the ends of bones, wears away gradually and gets worse with time. The most typical symptom is joint discomfort in the hands, neck, lower back, knees, or hips. Medication, physical therapy, and occasionally surgery can help preserve joint mobility and lessen pain. - Rheumatoid arthritis: Rheumatoid arthritis is a chronic disorder. It strikes many joints, especially in the hands and feet. The body's own immune system turns against itself, attacking the joints. In the worst cases, it attacks the organs too. The illness swells and hurts the joints because it inflames the lining of the joints. This causes the joints to deteriorate and the bone to erode over time. There is no cure. But physiotherapy and medicine can slow it down. Most can manage it with a type of drug called DMARDs and biologics. These medicines help hold the disease back. - Gout: Gout. It hits fast and hard, like a storm you didn’t see coming. One minute you’re fine, the next you’re doubled over with pain. It’s in your toe, mostly, but it can strike anywhere your ankle, your knee, your hand. It doesn’t matter where it hits, because the pain is all the same. Sharp, deep, and relentless. It starts because of the uric acid. Too much of it, building up in the blood, forming crystals that bury themselves in your joints. You get it from eating too much of the wrong things. Red meat, shellfish, booze. The kind of things that taste good but come back to haunt you later. Or maybe your kidneys just don’t work like they should. Doesn’t matter much in the end. The pain comes just the same. You wake up in the middle of the night, and it’s there, burning in the joint like fire. The joint swells, turns red, and you can’t touch it without feeling like something’s tearing inside. It’s hot, too. Feels like the heat’s coming from deep under the skin, rising up until the whole thing’s pulsing. And moving? Forget it. Even the slightest shift and the pain digs in deeper. What sets it off? Sometimes a good meal, a few drinks. Maybe you haven’t been drinking enough water, or you’ve been pushing your body too hard. Stress, an injury, even losing weight too fast. Any of it can set the crystals loose, and then it’s too late. So you fight it how you can. You take pills to dull the pain, to keep the inflammation down. Maybe the doctor gives you something stronger, something to bring the swelling down fast. But it’s the long game that matters. You drink water, lots of it. You cut out the things you love, the red meat and the beer, because you have to. And you take the medicine that keeps the uric acid at bay, because you know if you don’t, it’ll come back. But even then, you never really shake it. It’s always there, just waiting. And when it comes, you bear it, because there’s nothing else you can do. You bear it and keep going, because that’s the way life is. You endure. - Bursitis: Bursitis. A small thing, really. A tiny, fluid-filled sac between bones and tendons, meant to cushion the grind of muscle on bone. But when it flares up, the pain is sharp, simple, and without mercy. It’s in the shoulder, or the elbow, or the knee, and it’s there when you move, reminding you with every shift of your body that something is wrong. You get it from doing the same thing over and over, from swinging a bat or hammering a nail. Maybe you knelt too long, or leaned on your elbow too much. Or maybe you took a hit, and that’s what did it. Some men get it from standing too long, others from sitting still. And there are those whose bodies betray them, sickness taking hold for no good reason, and they carry it like a weight. The signs are clear. A deep ache, a swelling that feels like it’s building just beneath the skin. Your movement slows, stiffens, until you can hardly bend without feeling the sting. It’s not the kind of pain that brings a man to his knees, but it’s the kind that makes everything harder, and you feel it in your bones. What do you do? You stop. You rest. Ice it, if you can. Maybe take something for the pain, a couple of pills to numb it down to something manageable. A doctor might stick a needle in you, shoot you up with something strong. Or if it’s real bad, they might cut you open, but that’s the last thing any man wants. - Tendinitis: Tendinitis. It comes from work, from repetition. The same motion again and again until the tendon, that cord that ties muscle to bone, can’t take any more. It’s in the elbow, the shoulder, the knee, or maybe the heel. You move, and it hits. Sharp and dull at once, a deep ache that spreads, makes you slow down. You get it from working too hard, too fast, or doing something wrong. You swing a racket, you drive a nail, or you run until the pain flares. It doesn’t care who you are, young or old, it finds you. And when it does, it stays. First comes the soreness, the tightness when you move. Then it gets worse. The swelling sets in, and you feel the heat. You press on the spot and it’s tender, real tender. Sometimes it even makes a sound, a kind of grinding under the skin, like something wearing down. It has different names. Rotator cuff, tennis elbow, golfer’s elbow. Names don’t matter much when the pain is there, when it’s real. You just know something’s wrong, and it keeps you from doing the things you want to do. So, what do you do? You stop. You ice it down. You rest, even if you don’t want to, because you have to. Maybe you take some pills, the kind that kill pain for a while, make it bearable. A doctor might tell you to stretch it, work it back slowly. They might stick a needle in you, if it’s bad enough, shoot something into the tendon to calm it down. But you know the truth. You don’t stop. Not really. You work around it. You avoid the movements that got you here, or you learn to do them better. You get stronger, if you can, or you let it heal on its own. And if it doesn’t? You keep going anyway. Because the pain is part of it, part of the work, part of life. And you live with it, because there’s nothing else to do.

What are the possible causes of joint pain?

Joint pain can have lots of causes which is very harmful for you, so let's talk about some causes that affect your joints : Injury or Trauma Fracture: Fracture is a big problem of joint pain because if your bone is broken near the joint it can cause your pain and limit your movement Sprains or strains: Spraining or rupturing the muscles, tendons, or ligaments surrounding the joint can cause the joint pain and really it's very painful. Dislocations: The process by which a bone in a joint is pushed out of alignment. This can be. This can happen while playing or running or any physical activity. Arthritis Arthritis. It creeps up slow, like rust on a good tool left out in the rain. One day you're fine, the next you feel it deep in your joints, where the bones meet. It's a dull ache at first, but it doesn’t stay that way. It stiffens you up, makes the simple things harder. The fingers, the knees, the back. They all start to grind. And there’s no cure for it, not really. You live with it, day by day, pushing through the pain because that’s what you do. You endure, because there’s no other choice. Bone Conditions Osteoporosis: A bone condition called osteoporosis arises when bone mass and mineral density decline, or when alterations occur to the composition and integrity of bone. This may result in a weakening of the bones, raising the possibility of fractures. Avascular necrosis: Avascular necrosis is the death of bone tissue due to a lack of blood supply. Also called osteopetrosis, it can lead to tiny breaks in the bone and cause the bone to collapse. The process usually takes months to years. Overuse or Repetitive Movements Repetitive motions such as lifting, typing, or playing sports can strain joints and cause pain and discomfort. Lifestyle Factors Obesity: Overweight can cause your join pain this happens because it put additional pressure on joints, mainly in the knees, lower back and hips. Sedately lifestyle: Inactivity can weaken your muscles around the joints and leading to swelling or discomfort, this is very common because many of us don't do movement like running, exercise etc. especially housewife's. Ageing As you age, joints naturally wear down, leading to pain, stiffness, and reduced mobility. This can be exacerbated by conditions like osteoarthritis.

Care and Treatment

Joint pain treatment is depending on the cause of how severity it is and where the pain is, so here some common approaches that can help you to reduce joint pain. Rest and Activity Modification Rest: Taking a break is very necessary, taking break from the actives which leads the pain it helps you to reduce inflammation and give the joint time to heal. Avoid overuse: Avoid for repetitive movement like typing, lifting, and playing sports because if you do repetitive activities and overuse your joints it's cause you join pain. I am not saying you don't do such type of activities you can do but take break from it and switch to low impact activities. Medications Nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory medicines (NSAIDs) or acetaminophen (Tylenol®) may be able to reduce your pain. Stronger dosages may require a prescription, however both medications are available without a prescription. See if this is an appropriate option for you if you have a history of stomach ulcers, renal illness, or liver disease by speaking with your provider. Physical Therapy Exercise and stretching: Exercise and stretching can build, strengthening the muscles around the joints. This makes you stable and pain free. Hot and Cold Therapy: To reduce your joint pain, swelling and soothe stiff or sore joints you can do hot and cold therapy, it's very helpful to relief. Supplements Glucosamine and chondroitin: Supplements containing chondroitin and glucosamine may help preserve joint cartilage, however outcomes may differ. Omega-3 fatty acids: Fish oil contains omega-3 fatty acids, which may lessen joint inflammation. Surgery Joint repair or replacement: When the pain's too much and nothing else works, sometimes they have to cut. They go in, fix what’s torn or broken. If it’s too far gone, they take the joint out, replace it with something artificial steel or plastic. A new hip, a new knee. You wake up different, but the pain’s gone, or at least it’s less. And you learn to move again, slower maybe, but better than before. Because sometimes that’s the only way forward. When everything else fails, you let them do what they have to do, and you keep going. Hydrotherapy Exercising in warm water can ease joint pain. The water holds you up, takes the weight off, and makes every move a little easier. You move slower, but it doesn’t hurt as much. It’s like a gentle way to keep going, letting the water do the work that your body can’t handle on its own.

Which joint pain symptoms should worry you?

Symptoms of joint pain range from mild to disabling. Without cartilage, bones rub directly against each other as your joint moves. Symptoms can include: - Swelling. - Stiff or enlarged joint. - Numbness. - Noisy joints, or clicking, grinding or snapping sounds when moving your joint. - Painful movement. - Difficulty bending or straightening your joint. - Loss of motion. - A hot and swollen joint. (This needs immediate evaluation.)

Conclusion

Pain in the affected area can be interpreted as a warning sign, indicating that something is off with your body. Even with this caution, determining the cause of your pain and how to relieve it is not always simple. See your healthcare practitioner if you've been suffering from joint discomfort. They will try to figure out what's going on by probing you with a lot of enquiries. After a little while and some trial and error, you ought to start to feel some relief and be able to resume your favorite activities. What causes joint pain?Joint pain is very common but sometimes its very painful there is many variety of causes join pain : 1.arthritis (osteoarthritis, rheumatoid arthritis) 2.injury (sprains, strains, fractures) 3.overuse or repetitive motion 6.inflammation 7.gout or other metabolic disorders 8.infectionsWhat are common symptoms of joint pain?Common symptoms include: Swelling and stiffness in the joint Redness and warmth around the joint Limited range of motion A grinding or clicking sensation when moving the joint Persistent or intermittent painWhat are some home remedies for joint pain relief?Joint pain is a disease that increases with age, you can never get rid of it but you can reduce it by doing some things, let's know about some such remedies: Rest: Give a rest to the joints that can help you to heal it and avoid repetitive motion ice therapy: Its best way to reduce joint inflammation and numb the pain Heat therapy: it is just like ice therapy but it works different, It soothe stiff your joints. pain relievers: some medicine can reduce the joint pain it is like ibuprofen or acetaminophen. exercise and stretching: Gentle exercises, like swimming or yoga, help strengthen the muscles around the joint.When should I see a doctor for joint pain?If you are suffering with the pain and pain persists for than a few days or months you should go to the doctor. when your joint becomes swollen and red or warm this is not good it may be something that become big problem so that you should consult with the doctor. If your pain suddenly become severe this is sign your joint are not good.How is joint pain diagnosed?Doctors usually perform a physical exam, review your medical history, and may recommend: X-rays or MRIs to assess joint damage Blood tests to check for underlying conditions, such as arthritis or infections Joint fluid analysis to detect gout or infections Read the full article

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Wellness Programs in Dubai: A Comprehensive Guide to Health and Well-being

Dubai, a city synonymous with luxury and innovation, has rapidly evolved into a global hub for wellness and holistic living. The city's dynamic approach to well-being encompasses a diverse range of wellness programs, catering to residents and visitors alike. From ancient healing practices to cutting-edge modern therapies, Wellness Programs in Dubai offer something for everyone, whether you're looking to unwind, rejuvenate, or embark on a journey of self-discovery.

The Rise of Wellness Culture in Dubai

Over the past decade, Dubai has seen a significant rise in wellness culture, driven by the growing awareness of the importance of physical, mental, and emotional health. This shift has been fueled by the city's commitment to creating a balanced lifestyle for its inhabitants. As a result, wellness programs in Dubai have become an integral part of the city's health and fitness landscape.

Holistic Wellness Centers

Dubai is home to several world-class holistic wellness centers that focus on comprehensive well-being. These centers offer a wide range of services, including yoga, meditation, acupuncture, and Ayurveda. Some of the most popular holistic centers in Dubai include:

Talise Wellness: Located in the luxurious Madinat Jumeirah, Talise Wellness offers personalized wellness programs that combine fitness, nutrition, and relaxation. Their holistic approach ensures that clients achieve a balanced mind, body, and spirit.

The Hundred Wellness Center: This boutique wellness center in Jumeirah is renowned for its integrative approach to health. It offers services like Pilates, naturopathy, and functional medicine, providing a customized wellness experience.

Shimis Yoga Studio: Known for its serene ambiance and expert instructors, Shimis offers a variety of yoga classes tailored to different levels. Their wellness programs often include workshops on mindfulness and stress management.

Spa and Retreat Experiences

For those seeking relaxation and rejuvenation, Dubai offers an array of luxurious spas and wellness retreats. These spaces provide the perfect escape from the hustle and bustle of city life, allowing individuals to recharge in a tranquil environment. Some notable options include:

The Retreat Palm Dubai MGallery by Sofitel: This wellness resort on Palm Jumeirah offers a holistic approach to well-being, with programs focused on detox, weight management, and emotional balance.

Anantara Spa: Located in the Anantara The Palm Dubai Resort, this spa blends traditional Thai techniques with modern wellness practices. Their signature treatments, such as the Anantara Signature Massage, are designed to restore harmony and balance.

Amara Spa at Park Hyatt Dubai: Set amidst the lush gardens of Park Hyatt Dubai, Amara Spa offers bespoke wellness experiences, including hydrotherapy, aromatherapy, and traditional Middle Eastern rituals.

Fitness and Nutrition Programs

In addition to traditional wellness practices, Dubai is also at the forefront of fitness and nutrition programs. The city's top fitness centers and personal trainers offer tailored programs that help individuals achieve their health goals. Popular options include:

Fitness First: With numerous locations across Dubai, Fitness First offers a range of fitness programs, including HIIT, Pilates, and strength training. Their expert trainers provide personalized plans to meet individual fitness needs.

Barry's Bootcamp: Known for its high-intensity interval training (HIIT) sessions, Barry's Bootcamp is a favorite among Dubai's fitness enthusiasts. Their programs are designed to burn calories, build muscle, and boost endurance.

Enhance Fitness: Enhance is a mobile personal training service that brings fitness to your doorstep. Their trainers create customized wellness programs that include strength training, cardio, and nutrition guidance.

Mindfulness and Mental Health Programs

Recognizing the importance of mental well-being, many wellness programs in Dubai now include mindfulness and mental health initiatives. These programs are designed to reduce stress, enhance emotional resilience, and promote overall mental health. Key programs include:

The Lighthouse Arabia: A mental health and wellness center offering a range of services, including counseling, workshops, and support groups. Their mindfulness programs are particularly popular for stress management and emotional well-being.

Dubai Herbal and Treatment Centre: This center combines traditional and modern therapies to promote mental well-being. They offer services such as hypnotherapy, cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT), and mindfulness meditation.

Mindfulness Dubai: Specializing in mindfulness-based stress reduction (MBSR), Mindfulness Dubai offers workshops and retreats that help individuals cultivate mindfulness, reduce anxiety, and improve their overall quality of life.

Corporate Wellness Programs

With the growing emphasis on work-life balance, many companies in Dubai are investing in corporate wellness programs. These programs are designed to enhance employee well-being, reduce stress, and increase productivity. Corporate wellness initiatives in Dubai typically include fitness challenges, mental health workshops, and nutrition consultations.

Conclusion

Wellness Programs in Dubai are more than just a trend; they are a testament to the city's commitment to holistic well-being. Whether you're looking to improve your physical fitness, enhance your mental health, or simply unwind, Dubai offers a myriad of options to support your wellness journey. As the city continues to innovate and expand its wellness offerings, there's no doubt that Dubai will remain at the forefront of global wellness culture.

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Wellness and Fitness Centers in Southern Pines, North Carolina.

Nestled in the heart of North Carolina’s Sandhills, Southern Pines is not just known for its scenic beauty and golf courses but also for its burgeoning wellness and fitness scene. Residents and visitors alike can find a variety of fitness centers and wellness facilities that cater to different needs and preferences, ranging from high-intensity workouts to relaxing spa treatments. Here, we explore some of the top wellness and fitness centers in Southern Pines, offering a glimpse into the options available for those seeking to enhance their physical and mental well-being.Click here

1. FirstHealth Fitness Pinehurst

Just a short drive from Southern Pines, FirstHealth Fitness Pinehurst is one of the premier fitness facilities in the region. It offers a comprehensive range of services, including state-of-the-art exercise equipment, an indoor swimming pool, and various group fitness classes such as yoga, pilates, and spinning. The facility also boasts personal training services and specialized programs for weight loss and chronic disease management. With its emphasis on holistic health, FirstHealth Fitness Pinehurst ensures that members receive support in both physical fitness and overall wellness.

2. Burn Boot Camp Southern Pines

For those seeking an intense workout, Burn Boot Camp Southern Pines provides a high-energy environment that focuses on strength and conditioning. Burn Boot Camp is known for its dynamic group workouts that are designed to push individuals to their limits. The gym offers a variety of camp times throughout the day, making it convenient for members to fit workouts into their busy schedules. Additionally, Burn Boot Camp fosters a sense of community among its members, offering a supportive environment where individuals can motivate each other to achieve their fitness goals.

3. Hot Asana Yoga Studio & Boutique

Located in the heart of Southern Pines, Hot Asana Yoga Studio & Boutique is a haven for yoga enthusiasts. The studio offers a wide range of classes, including hot yoga, vinyasa, yin, and restorative yoga. The heated classes are particularly popular, as they provide a detoxifying sweat while allowing for deeper stretches and improved flexibility. Beyond yoga, Hot Asana also features workshops and teacher training programs for those looking to deepen their practice. The boutique within the studio offers yoga apparel and accessories, making it a one-stop-shop for yoga practitioners.

4. Anytime Fitness Southern Pines

Anytime Fitness is a globally recognized gym franchise, and its Southern Pines location lives up to the brand’s reputation for convenience and accessibility. Open 24/7, Anytime Fitness allows members to work out at their own pace and on their own schedule. The gym is equipped with a variety of cardio machines, strength training equipment, and free weights. Members can also take advantage of personal training sessions and fitness consultations to create personalized workout plans. The welcoming and non-intimidating atmosphere makes it suitable for fitness enthusiasts of all levels.

5. The Spa at Pinehurst

While fitness is crucial, relaxation and recovery are equally important for overall wellness. The Spa at Pinehurst offers a luxurious retreat where individuals can unwind and rejuvenate. Located within the Pinehurst Resort, the spa provides a wide range of services, including massages, facials, body treatments, and hydrotherapy. The tranquil environment, coupled with expert therapists, ensures a deeply relaxing experience that promotes both physical and mental well-being. Guests can also enjoy the spa’s amenities, such as the sauna, steam room, and whirlpool, enhancing the overall therapeutic experience.

6. CrossFit Southern Pines

For those who thrive on functional fitness, CrossFit Southern Pines delivers a challenging yet rewarding experience. CrossFit workouts are known for their intensity and variety, combining elements of weightlifting, gymnastics, and cardiovascular training. The supportive community at CrossFit Southern Pines encourages members to push their limits and achieve new personal bests. The gym offers classes for all skill levels, ensuring that everyone from beginners to seasoned athletes can participate and benefit from the CrossFit methodology.

Conclusion

Southern Pines, North Carolina, is home to a diverse array of wellness and fitness centers that cater to the needs of its residents and visitors. Whether you are looking for high-intensity workouts, a relaxing yoga session, or a luxurious spa day, Southern Pines has something to offer. These facilities not only provide the means to achieve physical fitness but also promote overall wellness, ensuring that individuals can lead balanced and healthy lives. With such a variety of options, Southern Pines continues to uphold its reputation as a community that values and supports the well-being of its members.

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Discover the Hidden Power of Cold Water Therapy: Boost Your Health with Ice

Are you wondering whether a hot shower is the ultimate way to unwind after a long day?  But what if there is another way to accomplish this goal i.e. cold water? Cold water therapy, known as cold hydrotherapy is the ultimate answer for good reason. This holistic practice involves immersing in cold water, typically below 59 degrees Fahrenheit, for a short time. While it may sound challenging, the potential benefits are unparalleled. 

A Natural Pain Reliever - Cold water therapy is considered a natural pain reliever, particularly beneficial for muscle soreness and inflammation. After a challenging workout, you can take a dip in a cold tub or even a cold shower to constrict blood vessels which can reduce swelling and pain. This practice can be helpful for athletes and anyone having chronic pain conditions.

Mood and Energy Booster – Have you ever felt invigorated after a cool winter walk? Cold water gives you a similar effect. The shock of cold water immersion triggers releasing endorphins. They are the body's natural feel-good chemicals. This chemical can improve your mood, minimize depression symptoms, and leave you feeling energized and alert.

Strengthen Your Immune System – Some even suggest that cold water therapy may help strengthen the immunity system. The theory goes that being regularly exposed to cold water shocks the body stimulates the production of white blood cells, essential for fighting off infection.

Circulation Sensation - Cold water immersion enables a rapid response in your circulatory system. Blood vessels constrict for heat conservation, and dilate rapidly as your body attempts to rewarm itself. This improved circulation can help you improve your cardiovascular health.

A Metabolic Boost - 

Cold water therapy may boost your metabolism. When your body works on maintaining its core temperature in cold water, it burns additional calories. While not the ultimate solution for weight loss, cold water therapy can be helpful when combined with a healthy diet and exercise routine.

Apart from the Benefits - 

The benefits of cold water therapy go beyond improving physical health. It can also contribute to the following:

Improve the quality of sleep 

Increase focus and alertness

Enhance well-being and resilience

Taking the Plunge in Cold Water - 

If you're curious about trying cold water therapy, you should consider investing in a cold plunge tub available at Polar Hot Tubs. This practice has a long history and a growing list of potential benefits. From pain relief to a mood boost, cold water can enhance your overall well-being. To take the plunge and experience the invigorating effects of cold water therapy, choose our cold plunge tub today and enjoy its significant difference. 

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Hydrotherapy Treadmills: Enhancing Animal Rehabilitation

Hydrotherapy treadmills are not just revolutionizing human rehabilitation but are also making significant strides in veterinary care. As a leading hydrotherapy treadmill manufacturer, we understand the unique benefits these devices offer for animal rehabilitation, particularly for dogs.

The Concept of Hydrotherapy Treadmills for Animals

Hydrotherapy treadmills for animals operate on the same principles as those designed for humans. These treadmills are enclosed in a water tank, allowing animals to walk or run in a low-impact environment. This method is particularly beneficial for dogs recovering from surgery, suffering from arthritis, or dealing with obesity.

Benefits of Hydrotherapy Treadmills for Animals

Low-Impact Exercise: The buoyancy of water reduces the weight on the animal’s joints, providing a safer exercise environment for those with joint issues or recovering from surgery.

Muscle Strengthening: Water resistance helps in building muscle strength without putting undue stress on the animal’s body.

Weight Management: For overweight pets, hydrotherapy offers an effective way to burn calories and improve cardiovascular health without the risks associated with traditional exercise.

Pain Relief and Relaxation: The warm water used in hydrotherapy sessions can help soothe aching muscles and joints, providing pain relief and promoting relaxation.

Applications in Veterinary Rehabilitation

Hydrotherapy treadmills are becoming an integral part of veterinary rehabilitation programs. Some key applications include:

Post-Surgical Recovery: Just like in humans, animals recovering from surgeries benefit from the gentle, supportive environment of a hydrotherapy treadmill.

Arthritis Management: Hydrotherapy helps manage arthritis symptoms by reducing joint pain and improving mobility.

Weight Loss Programs: Obese pets can engage in safe, effective exercise to help shed excess weight and improve overall health.

Selecting the Right Hydrotherapy Treadmill Manufacturer

When choosing a hydrotherapy treadmill for veterinary use, it’s important to consider the following:

Durability and Safety: Ensure the treadmill is constructed with animal safety in mind and is durable enough to withstand frequent use.

Ease of Use: The equipment should be easy to operate and maintain, with features that facilitate easy entry and exit for animals.

Customizable Features: Different animals have different needs. A good manufacturer offers customizable features to accommodate various sizes and rehabilitation requirements.

Conclusion

Hydrotherapy treadmills are transforming the landscape of veterinary rehabilitation by providing a safe, effective way to enhance recovery and manage chronic conditions in animals. By choosing a reputable hydrotherapy treadmill manufacturer, veterinarians and pet owners can ensure they are investing in quality equipment that will support their animal patients' health and well-being.

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hi! pls could you write a fic about kit walker and female reader inside briarcliff, where he finds her crying and he goes help her and asks her what happened and she tells him she's really afraid and scared about all of briarcliff's situation and bad treatment they get and so kit comforts her and tells her how he himself learned to deal with his own fear in there and what he does to face all the bad situations in there? thanks a lot :)

Absolutely thank you for the request hope you like it :)

Hell on earth (Kit walker x fem reader)

Warnings: mentions of the mistreatment in braircliff, cussing

Briarcliff the worst place on earth, hell on earth you call it, a insane asylum for criminals, that's the thing you weren't insane nor a criminal.

You were sent here because your stepfather was murdered and you got the blame, you were going through hell for something you never did.

That's were you made friends with kit walker, he was like you, not insane and not a criminal, you and kit confided in each other for support.

And today that was what you needed, you had gotten into a ruckus with one of the nuns it braircliff,  refusing your "treatment", which was pure torture.

They restrained you like an animal, dragging you to have hydrotherapy, you hated it being in a tub of cold water then scolding hot, or shock treatment was another, either way it was torture.

They say it's to 'help you get better' the way you see it was to take their anger out, by using treatments on the patients.

You always went to kit with your troubles and worries he did with you too, but today was the worst you had ever experienced.

The hydrotherapy was worse then it ever was, the scolding hot water burning your skin, the cold was freezing that it nipped your skin.

You were out of the treatment room weak and exhausted, all you wanted to do was go in your room and be left alone.

But they dragged you into the common room, all eyes on you at your horrible state, you wanted to disappear, you sat on a chair at the back corner, hoping to be left alone.

The tears streaming down your face, you couldn't contain them anymore.

"Y/n" a comforting voice spoke snapping you out the thoughts your mind tortured you with.

"Kit" your voice distressed, broken, your eyes, glassy with the tears streamed down your face like a waterfall

Kit instantly engulfed you into his embrace, his chin resting on the top of your head. As you sobbed into his chest "what did they do y/n".

"Hydrotherapy" you mumbled into his now soaked chest, "they fucking made it ten times worse than usual" you sobbed, your weak body giving into him.

All kit could do was hold you, tell you that he's here for you, he knew that you never deserved that no one did.

"Those basterds" he said shaking his head in anger, holding you tighter but not too much to hurt your skin "you don't deserve that y/n" he whispered into your hair.

"You don't deserve to be in here" kit stated, he wished it was him they did that too and not you, he hated seeing your like this, hurt, distraught, in agony.

He learned to deal with the treatment that he got, and he wanted you to do the same, kit always had that hope that one day they will be out of there, free.

You resented this place, the nuns, the doctors, especially Dr. Arthur arden and his psycho experiments, he forced you to do, you had enough of it all.

You kept on sobbing and weeping into kit's chest, the tears uncontrollable, kit was holding you like his life depends on it, whispering thing in your ear like "everything is going to be alright".

"But it's not kit" you said pulling away from him, he wiped away your tears, your eyes red and puffy struggling to stay open.

"It's not all going to be fine we don't know what treatment we're going to get from the mad hatter up there, or from the nuns, and that fucking song 24/7" you cried out.

That song Dominic playing on repeat, driving you insane, on top of everything else, this place scared you, it was a mystery, even with everything you all already know.

"I know y/n but we'll get through it together me and you, we'll get through it I promise you" kit promised a single tear slipping out his eye, he hated seeing you like this.

"How'd you do it kit?" You asked wiping your tears away, the thought always crossed your mind, kit was resilient with this, not all the time, he did have his breakdowns that were completely understandable.

"What d'ya mean?" He asked confused kneeling infront of you, taking your hands in his.

"Be strong through this hell hole that we don't deserve to be in" you answered, kit sighed looking down at his feet, debating on answering your question.

With a deep sigh kit looked into your eyes "the only reason that keeps me going is you, y/n I need to stay strong for you, and I always have hope that one day we'll get out of here together" kit truthfully said.

You looked into his chocolatey orbs, in shock He is your best friend, but you couldn't deny the attraction you have towards kit, "really" you asked.

"Yes y/n everyday with you gives me hope of getting out this place with you be free" he smiled resting his forehead on yours, you couldn't help but smile.

"Oh kit" you smiled, hearing him say that lifted your spirits even if it was for a moment, it did "do you really think we're getting out of here?" You asked lit placing a hand on your cheek.

"Yes we will" he whispered to you, that was all you needed, to have hope, faith of getting out here and be with kit

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Effective Approaches to Acute and Chronic Pain Treatment in Langley, BC

Understanding Acute and Chronic Pain

Acute pain is typically short-term, arising suddenly in response to injury, surgery, or illness. It serves as a warning signal from the body, indicating that something is wrong. Common causes include fractures, burns, or surgical procedures. Treatment focuses on alleviating the immediate discomfort and addressing the underlying cause.

Chronic pain, on the other hand, persists for months or even years, often continuing beyond the normal healing process. Conditions such as arthritis, fibromyalgia, and nerve damage are common sources of chronic pain. Unlike acute pain, Acute and Chronic Pain Treatment Langley BC chronic pain can be more challenging to treat as it may not have a clear cause and can be influenced by psychological and emotional factors.

Acute Pain Treatment Options

In Langley, BC, acute pain is typically managed with a combination of medication, physical therapy, and other supportive treatments:

Medications: Non-prescription pain relievers such as acetaminophen and ibuprofen are often the first line of treatment. For more severe pain, doctors may prescribe stronger medications, including opioids, but these are used with caution due to the risk of dependency.

Physical Therapy: Techniques such as massage, heat therapy, and specific exercises can help alleviate pain and promote healing.

Interventional Procedures: In some cases, injections such as corticosteroids or nerve blocks may be administered to reduce inflammation and provide pain relief.

Alternative Therapies: Methods such as acupuncture and chiropractic care are also popular in Langley for managing acute pain, offering a more holistic approach to pain relief.

Chronic Pain Treatment Strategies

Managing chronic pain often requires a more comprehensive and multidisciplinary approach:

Medications: Chronic pain management may involve a variety of medications, including non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drugs (NSAIDs), antidepressants, and anticonvulsants, which can help manage nerve pain. Opioids are generally avoided for long-term use due to their potential for addiction.

Physical Therapy and Rehabilitation: Customized exercise programs and therapies can help improve mobility and reduce pain. Therapists in Langley often use techniques such as hydrotherapy, ultrasound therapy, and manual therapy to support chronic pain patients.

Psychological Support: Chronic pain can have a significant psychological impact. Cognitive-behavioral therapy (CBT) and other counseling services are essential components of treatment, Best Physiotherapy clinic in Langley BC  helping patients develop coping strategies and manage the emotional aspects of chronic pain.

Lifestyle Modifications: Regular physical activity, a healthy diet, and adequate sleep are crucial for managing chronic pain. Langley healthcare providers often recommend lifestyle changes that support overall health and well-being.

Interventional Pain Management: For some patients, procedures such as nerve blocks, spinal cord stimulation, or radiofrequency ablation may be effective in managing chronic pain.

Complementary Therapies: Acupuncture, yoga, and mindfulness meditation are increasingly recognized for their benefits in managing chronic pain. These therapies can help reduce stress and improve pain tolerance.

Accessing Pain Treatment in Langley

Langley, BC, offers a variety of healthcare facilities and specialists dedicated to pain management. Patients are encouraged to work with their primary care physicians to develop a tailored treatment plan. Multidisciplinary pain clinics in the area provide comprehensive care, combining medical, physical, and psychological therapies to address both acute and chronic pain effectively.