#like he already had to deal with one squad at each other's throats

[tending-the-hearth]

"what, no hug for me?" "that depends how good your intel is."

echo and cross weren't even reunited for five seconds and were already snarking at each other your honor they're each other's favorite brother

#echo being the peacemaker KILLED me #like he already had to deal with one squad at each other's throats #and now he has to deal with hunter and cross #i'm going to be sick #anyways my ori'vod echo and vod'ika cross hcs were so validated with this episode #the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #tbb crosshair #arc trooper echo #do not tag as clone/cest or i'm taking your knees

[boldlyvoid]

Come Together

18+ Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

Summary: Ever since the academy, Aaron and Y/N have been at each other's throats for a spot on the BAU. He got it, She didn't. Now they have to plan the Bureau's Holiday party together without killing each other.

Warnings: angst, fighting, mutual pining, enemies to lovers, Aaron had a crush on her while married. why he and haley broke up, miscarriage mentions, divorced Aaron, flirting, teasing, kissing, fingering, hate sex, p in v smut, rough sex, no condoms used

Word Count: 4.8k

Penelope is usually the one to plan holiday parties… but after last year's spiked punch— that ruined a lot of upper agents' sobriety, which wasn’t her fault at all, the director delegated to having two random people plan it together. He pulled names from a hat that just happened to be Aaron Hotchner and Y/N Y/L/N. 

She was happy to do it, and he was fine with doing it… they just weren’t happy about doing it together. The two agents couldn’t stand each other and it goes all the way back to being in the same year at the academy. 

They were tied for the top of the class, duking it out to be the chosen one for Agent Rossi’s new right-hand man. And of course, it went to a man. It didn’t matter to them that she was fantastic at what she did, or that her final score was 0.2% higher than his. He was a man so he got it. 

She got a job in CARD which, she liked, it was still an opportunity to solve cases and bring kids home to their parents… she just had to work with the BAU more than she liked and take orders from them. And then Rossi left, Gideon stepped down and Aaron Hotchner was the fucking Head of the BAU. 

She was taking orders from him. Him and his goon squad of pretty people he picked over her. 

She would’ve pushed everything aside and dealt with him, she would’ve mended things if he accepted her into the team. But he never did. After 5 applications and being looked over for everything while he hired younger and younger, she finally gave up and started to hate his guts even more. 

Now she’s in the elevator, pushing the button for floor 6 and shaking the thoughts of strangling him out of her head so she can deal with him for half an hour. He’s always so busy that she’s been waiting all week just to talk about this stupid fucking party, and the only time he has is at 8:30 pm on a Friday when she should be at home. 

She walks right into the bullpen, up the stairs and knocks on his door. “come in?” He calls. 

“Hey,” she says with a deep sigh. “Can we talk about the party?” 

“Mhm,” he nods, waving her in. “Come sit, I already have some ideas.” 

“Okay…” she sits down in front of him, ignoring all his plaques and accolades and staring down at her clipboard. “I called around and there are 3 places available that are big enough to hold us, on the 3rd Saturday of the month.” 

“Awesome, I already called a friend of mine with a Christmas tree farm and acquired 3 trees— Douglas furs, all pretty and big, we’ll just need a ceiling over 12 feet to house them,” he explains. 

“And who’s going to decorate them?” She asks. 

He shrugs, “We’ve got a big budget, we can hire someone to do it.” 

“Who did Penelope use?” 

“Herself,” he smiles that devilishly condescending smile. “I’m sure if we ask she’d want to help out again. She loves Christmas.” 

“Did you ever figure out who spiked the punch last year?” She asks, genuinely feeling sorry for Penelope. 

Penny was the only one on the team that she actually liked. 

He nods, “Dax Cooper up in counter-terrorism.” 

“Yeah, he’s an asshole.” 

“Worse than me?” He teases. “Seriously, when are you going to stop being mad at me?” 

“When you admit you hate me!” She fights back. “I did nothing to you. You’re the one who conspired with Dave and got hired here and then you purposely lost all my applications and never let me know why you wouldn’t even interview me.”

“I didn’t lose them, I put them to the side,” he shrugs. “You weren’t ready to be on our team.” 

“But the walking calculator and teen Mrs. USA are?” She laughs.

“Reid and JJ are wonderful assets,” he snaps, jaw tight and eyes full of fury. “This is why I don’t want you. You wouldn’t be a team player. Not until you get rid of the attitude and accept that this job is about more than numbers. Yes, they’re young, yes you beat me by a fraction of a percent, but that doesn’t mean you have what it takes to do what we do.” 

“I look at cases full of missing, dead and raped kids all day, how is that any different?” She honestly can’t believe it. 

“Because you look at a screen all day with facts and witness statements and I go out into the field and I talk to parents and I deal with the cops and I don’t start fights over petty bullshit,” he reminds her. “I have never called you names or signalled you out. All you do, every time we're on a scene together, is whisper and gossip and try to undermine me. You need to grow up.” 

She just shakes her head, holding in a comment that could hurt him because… and she hates to say it, but he’s right. “Whatever. Should I call one of these places and book it tomorrow or what?” 

“Do whatever you want, just give me the address so I can have the trees and decorations sent over,” he honestly doesn’t care. “I trust your judgement on a caterer, I’ll pick a band… what else would we need?” 

“Invitations, which I can handle,” she assures as she stands up to walk to his door. “I’ll cc you on everything and include the director for oversight. I’ll call you if I have questions.” 

“Y/N,” he calls out to her before she leaves. “I’m going to be looking for a new agent in a few months…” 

“And?” 

“If we can work this out by then… maybe things will be different when you apply this time?” He suggests, giving her innocent eyes and genuinely meaning it. 

“Okay.” 

—

“Did you see her last night?” Dave asks, walking right into Aaron's office with two coffees right at 8am. 

He nods, “I did… you don’t have any connections to a band I can book for Christmas, do you?” 

“The Jazz club might be able to lend us some members,” he suggests. “I’ll make a call… but I take it things went well?” 

“As well as they could go, she’s still so mad at me for getting this position over her,” he shakes his head. “I don’t know how to make her realize she just wasn’t ready. Our working together would’ve been awful. It would’ve—

“Ruined your marriage that just ended?” Dave teases. “I know you liked her, I saw the way you two looked at each other and I saw the teasing and the way you talked about her. She was more than a friend to you… I couldn’t have her on the team like that. I couldn’t see you go through what I did with Caroline.” 

“I hate thinking about how different things could’ve been if she was on the team though,” he shakes his head and stares off out the window. “We almost broke up back then, you know? We almost never had Jack…” 

“You know it’s perfectly normal for marriages not to work out, it doesn’t mean you loved her any less, it just wasn’t meant to be forever,” Dave reminds him. “You’re still friends, there’s no ill will. You never cheated, she didn’t either. You just grew apart. It happens.” 

“But now I’m single and I can pursue Y/N… but she hates me,” he sighs. “I don’t think she’ll ever stop hating me.” 

“Nasty hate sex is fun,” Dave teases, making them both laugh. “I’m serious… you wouldn’t believe the women I’ve—

“I know, actually,” Aaron shakes his head. “Strauss can’t look at you the same anymore.” 

“Hey… that wasn’t hate, it was just indifference,” he teases. 

“Whatever,” Aaron can’t help but smirk. “Can you work on the band for me?”

“I will, I’ll get them to throw in some love songs too,” Dave teases on his way out. 

This was going to be interesting. 

—

Two weeks of planning and emails blow by in the blink of an eye. 

He gets ready for the party early, having to be there to check things over and meet the band and shake hands with the higher-ups as they arrive. He has a nice suit on, a red tie for Christmas and dark green socks that no one will ever notice. But he wants to look nice. 

For her. 

He walks up to her where she’s hiding in the corner. Adorning the most stunning golden dress and holding her clipboard, making sure everything gets delivered and set up in time for the start time at 7. They still have 4 hours till then, but she’s an overachiever. And a worrier. She needed this to be perfect. 

She looked perfect. Like the 2000 Holiday Barbie brought to life. He’s absolutely astounded by her beauty he just stares for a moment before he says anything. 

“You know, you look very pretty today,” he compliments but she doesn’t take it that way. 

She looks at him like he just insulted her mother. “What?” 

“That dress, it looks nice on you,” he looks her up and down. Smiling like he has some tricks up his sleeve. “What? Can’t I think you look nice? Haven’t we spent enough time talking this last month to let me compliment you?” 

“Don’t you have a wife?” She asks, disgusted he’d hit on her. “And a kid?” 

“We got divorced back in April,” he shrugs. “And you say you want to be a profiler, yet you haven’t looked at my hands in months?” 

She looks now, noticing that he doesn’t have a ring and the tan line that should be there is long gone, which means he’s telling the truth. “Oh… sorry.” 

“It’s better this way,” he nods, giving her a sweet smile. “Is everything going to plan?” 

She nods too, “Yeah. Just waiting on your band… please tell me they’re good?” 

He laughs, “They’re great. Dave’s got this Jazz bar he basically owns with how much money he’s spent there so they owe him one… You’ll like them.” 

“Jazz, at Christmas?” She can’t believe it. “Hotch—

“Aaron,” he corrects her. “Please, for the love of god, call me Aaron again.”

“Why?” She laughs, “We’re not close.” 

“Oh, come on,” he teases. “You can’t tell me that before everything went down, we didn’t have something going on? We were friendly, I almost thought you had a crush on me?” 

She looks at him with a brow raised, “You thought I had a crush on you?” 

He nods, “And then you found out I was married.” 

“So you’re saying if you weren’t married we could’ve hooked up at the academy?” She asks. “Sounds like you liked me too, regardless of the wife.” 

“No—

“Be honest,” she begs, stepping into his space even more. “If things were different- if you didn’t have a wife and we fucked back then, would you have screwed me over for the job?” 

“I didn’t screw you over, I simply already knew Dave,” he finally admits after 10 long years. “I knew he was about to leave, he knew Gideon didn’t want to be in charge. He wanted someone to run the whole unit who wouldn’t choke— not saying you’d choke, he just knew I was already hard on the inside, I wasn’t going to lose my mind with all the shit we see.” 

“You could’ve put in a good word for me, Aaron, I would’ve been fine working under you. I would’ve loved even just an office job in the BAU, I want to work with more than just missing kids,” she begs. “I’ve done it for 10 years, now. You know that makes me strong. You have a kid of your own, you know it’s not easy to think about them missing, let alone deal with it.” 

“I know… and I was serious, I have a new position opening up and I want to give this another try,” he admits. “I want you on the team.” 

She shakes her head, “how can I be on the team when this—” she points between them. “This, whatever this is, is going on?” 

“The sexual tension?” He teases and she swats his arm. “We’ll be fine.” 

She shakes her head. “Just, give me some time to think about it?” 

“I can do that…” 

—

She watches him from afar most of the night. Talking only when they needed to, like in front of the director or on stage while introducing the band and thanking everyone for being there… she was having a very hard time being in the same room as him with all she knew now. 

She was still mad at him. 

Mad because she’s wasted so much of her life hating him when they could’ve been happy together… but at the same time she was sad for his ex-wife. She wondered how long the marriage was loveless. Did she know? Did she suspect? Who broke it off? Does he see his son? She knew he was a good man back then but, what kind of good man has a crush on someone else while married? Would he just do that to her if they got together? 

She had so many questions in her mind and they wouldn’t shut up. 

He approaches her again while she’s deep in thought, staring at the floor while she sips on a drink she doesn’t even like. 

“Having fun?” He asks. 

She shakes her head, “No.” she puts her drink down on the table just behind her and turns back to him as he begins to speak.

“Something not going according to pl—

“Why the fuck did you have to tell me you like me?” She snaps. “I was so okay with hating you for the rest of my life because I couldn’t be on the team I always wanted to join and then you tell me you like me? That if you didn’t have a wife you’d want to be with me back then?” 

He steps more into her space so they can keep their voices down and between each other, “because you deserve to know.” 

“No, I don’t think so,” she fights back. “You were never worried about me being too immature for the team, you were scared you’d end up cheating on your wife with me. I didn’t even know you had a wife until I developed feelings for you. You never wore your ring to class, we spent every day sitting together in class or at the library and you came back to my dorm a few times… you pursued me as much as I was pursuing you and then you made it my fault.” 

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he bows his head, ashamed. “My wife and I weren’t in a good place, we were talking about getting separated… then she got pregnant.” 

“I thought Jack was only—

“We lost a couple babies before him,” he admits. “I didn’t want to be like my dad. I didn’t want to knock her up and leave her so I stayed. I stayed but I wasn’t a good dad anyway. I was always at work, I missed important things with my son and she was the one to end it because she deserved someone who wanted to be home with her and my son deserved to grow up knowing his dad wasn’t always going to be there but loves him enough to be as present as possible when he is home. I couldn’t be that when I was with his mom. we’re so much better apart, I love having weekends alone with my son and doing things we like and not worrying about fighting with his mother in front of him. And she’s happier now with her new boyfriend and Jack's happy with the prospect of a stepdad who can step up in all the areas I lack.” 

“That’s a really mature thing to do for him,” she manages to give him a small, press-lipped smile. “Still doesn’t make me feel better about what you did to me.” 

“I’ve wanted to tell you the truth and that I’m sorry for so long, but when we’re together it’s always a fight. I can never get an honest minute with you, you always just come in guns blazing and my instinct is to tease you back,” he admits. “I am sorry. I wish things were different. I would like to start over if you’d allow me to.” 

“I don’t want a job on your team,” she says, stepping in even closer. Close enough to kiss him. “I can’t work with you like this.” 

“Why?” He smirks. 

“Because Strauss hates you enough as is without you fucking your subordinate,” she whispers. “I’m not throwing myself under the bus… just to be under you.”

He lunges for a kiss, pressing his lips against hers as he cups her face. She backs up slightly in surprise, bumping into the table behind herself. Aaron’s instincts are sharp, he reaches behind her and steadies it so the drink doesn’t crash against the floor and draw more attention to them. She knows the few people in this corner are already looking at them, but she doesn’t care. 

This is a kiss she’s waited a decade for. 

Her hands go inside his suit jacket, she reaches around to grasp his back and pulls him flush against herself. They break the kiss just to breathe, going in for another and another until their tongues meet and they’re the odd couple making out in the corner of the party. 

His hand slips from her cheek to her jaw, along the side of her neck and then she pulls away, “not here,” she reminds him they’re in public and he can’t touch her anywhere he wants to. 

“Sorry,” he apologizes. “How long do we have to stay here?” 

“I have to stay for shutdown tonight,” she sighs. “But…. Come with me.” 

She pats his side and moves past him, leading him out of the little corner they’re in and towards the main room. He follows her up a staircase, past people they both know and respect and they catch a few eyes but, she puts on a fake pissed-off look and they think she’s leading him somewhere to yell at him… cause that’s what they do. 

“Hey man, where are you going?” Derek asks as they pass him and Penelope sharing a plate of hors d’oeuvres. 

He’s quick on his feet, “One of the vendors fucked up, we have to chat with their boss and discuss how they can make it up to us.” 

“Oh, damn, well… have fun,” he teases. Letting them go on down the small corridor towards some offices. 

She leads him to the only open office she has access to, flicks on the light, lets him in and locks the door behind them. He’s quick to crowd her space, press her up against the door and grip her chin to tilt her attention up toward his eyes once more. She’s back inside his suit jacket, he’s so toasty-warm in there she can only imagine what it’ll be like to be naked with him.

“What were you saying about fucking up and making up for it?” She teases him. 

He smirks, “I will… but first we need to find a way to release all that pent-up frustration we have against each other.” 

She tries her best not to laugh, just shaking her head with a smile as she lets out a little huff, “Ah yes, fuck me like you hate me so we can restart fresh.” 

He cups her face with both hands, eyes darkening with lust, “you’ve been such a brat for so long.” 

“And I’m sure you know the cure for that?” She teases, pulling him in closer. One of her legs slips out of the slit of her dress and she brings it up to wrap around his hip, he’s quick to drop one of the hands from her cheek to grip her thigh. 

“I do,” he whispers, his voice so deep it makes her stomach drop with anticipation. 

He kisses her abruptly, she grips his back pulling him as if they could possibly get any closer but they can’t. Not yet. He grinds against her as their tongues meet again, his hand on her leg goes a little higher until he’s gripping her ass. The hand on her cheek starts to slip again, caressing her chest, she lightly moans into his mouth at the feeling. He’s everywhere, boxing her in against the door, but she wants more. She wants him buried deep inside of her, pounding her against the table over there, letting her know just how much he’s wanted her this whole time. 

He kisses the side of her mouth, her jaw and down her neck, letting her catch her breath just to knock it all out of her again when he starts to lightly suck on her skin. “Aaron, don’t you fucking dare,” she scolds him. 

“I won’t,” he speaks against her, just lightly nipping and sucking at her skin on his way down to her cleavage. 

She pulls her hands out from inside his jacket to roam his shoulders until one hand ends up at the nape of his neck to play with his hair. Her head is tossed back against the door, and he kisses every inch of available skin on her chest. 

He reaches down and gets both of his hands under her ass, making her jump up so he can carry her. Still kissing her neck, he moves them over to the table and sets her down. She’s just the tiniest bit taller now, he kisses her cheek again, looking her in the eye once more as he spreads her legs and runs his fingers along her thighs, realizing now she has nylons on. His hands go further, towards her aching cunt, he grips her thighs while both thumbs play with the seam of her nylons. 

“I’m gonna rip these,” he announces, finding the weakest part of the seam and tearing it open enough to fit his cock through, without completely ruining them. He moves her thong to the side and drags his index finger over her clit. “You’re fucking soaked…”

She tosses her head back, both hands gripping the table like her ice depends on it when two of his fingers plunge into her. “Oh, fuck,” she moans a little too loud. 

Attaching his lips to her neck again, he sucks on her pulse point while fucking her on his fingers. It’s hard and quick, covering the palm of his hand with her slick as his thumb rubs her clit. She’s always known his hands would be good for this, if nothing else.

“Please, Aaron? Oh my god,” She starts to beg.

“Words, princess,” he teases against her neck, teeth grazing her skin, his breath hot, it sends a shiver down her spine. 

“Wanna cum,” she whispers, breathy and so close. “On your cock.” 

“Okay,” he pulls out, bringing his hand to his mouth and licking his palm up to his fingers. He sucks them into his mouth with a groan. His cock twitches between them, jumping with excitement. 

She whines again while he undoes the zipper and tugs his cock out, “please?” 

“Hold on,” he spreads the excess wetness over his cock, stroking himself twice while biting his tongue. It clearly felt so fucking good but she knew her tight cunt was going to be better. 

He slips in slowly and her grip changes, letting go of the counter, she wraps her legs around him and grips his back with her fingernails dug into the skin. “Better?” He whispers into her ear. 

She whimpers when he doesn’t move, feeling so full, “fuck me, please? Fuck me the way I deserve.” 

He hums, kissing her cheek before looking into her eyes, all watery and blown out, her mascara started to run a bit. He tilts his head to the side, “how hard?” 

“Hard,” she looks him dead in the face. 

He slips out, pulls her off the table and turns her around so her chest is against the cold hardwood table-top and flips her dress skirt up and out of the way. He rips her nylons even more, all the way up the back so her ass is exposed. He takes her ass cheeks in his hands and spreads her apart, amazed at how her pussy clenched in anticipation. 

“Please,” she whined, almost stomping her feet with desperation. 

He slams into her without warning, making her gasp loud enough to be heard by anyone wandering the hallway outside.

He pulls out a bit and slams back into her again and again and again until the noises she’s making are complete nonsense. She whines and moans and leans against the table for dear life while pushing back against him. He slaps her ass a few times, making the sound reverberate around the room like an echo. 

He needs more friction, so his thrusts get less powerful and more rhythmic, he uses her like a toy bouncing her on his cock like a rag doll. She felt like her main purpose in life was to be fucked by him like this, it felt so good, it felt incredibly right, and she loved every fucking second of it. All those years of fighting paid the fuck off.

He slams into her cervix over and over, the head of his cock kissing the puckered spot inside again and again. Her hungry cunt sucks him in so deep, never wanting him to leave, and he can tell she’s close just from the way she clamps around him like a vice. He reached around to her stomach and drags his hand down her mound to rub her clit with his middle finger. The rhythm barely matches, but she loves the way it feels. It’s unpredictable, it’s all under his control, she just sits there and takes it like the good girl he’s raised her to be. 

“Cum on the cock you hate so much,” he insists, “I wanna feel it. I want you to cover my cock in your cum before I fill you up to the fucking brim.” 

Too fucked out to really respond she reaches one hand behind her back so he’ll hold it. He intertwines their fingers and leans forward to kiss her shoulder as his hips snap against hers with force. She starts to shake, her legs barely able to keep her up as her orgasm hits her and rattles through her body. He feels the spasm from the inside, her cunt flutters as she releases all the built-up tension in her body She’s so fucking tight he’s barely able to register his own orgasm approaching when he topples over her on the table. 

He fucks into her as deep as he can go and then stills. She can feel rope after rope of his cum pump into her, they can hear the dribbles on the floor between them as it overflows and drips out of her, along with her own. 

He kisses her back, breathing hard against her. She’s just trapped there under him, legs quaking in her heels, “holy fuck?” 

“Sorry,” he pulls back and out of her, “shit… we didn’t think this through.” 

She sighs, holding her dress up so she doesn’t make a mess. “Are there any tissues in here?” 

He looks around, “Yeah… but it’s just that brown paper towel roll like we have at work.” 

“It’ll do,” she shrugs. Watching him walk over to the dispenser near the sink in the corner of the room, he takes a bit out and cleans himself up quickly, putting himself back in his boxers before her gets some more.

He leans her forward again, kneeling behind her, he cleans her up to the best of his ability and then he repositions her thong. He even wipes up the floor before tossing the paper out. “I can’t believe there was so much…” 

She laughs, dropping her dress back down and fluffing it so it looks normal again. “10 years worth of—

“Okay,” he shakes his head with a smirk, stepping back into her space, he wraps her up and kisses her forehead, “you did so good.” 

“Thank you,” she smiles sweetly, she feels so different. There’s so much affection in her chest as she looks up at him once more. “I’m glad we got that out of the way.” 

“I’ll stay with you here while they’re cleaning up,” he assures. “And maybe later I can show you how sorry I am for keeping secrets all these years?” 

“I’d really like that… but I’m still not working for you,” she teases. 

“I guess I’ll just have to take on more CARD cases so you’re forced to see me,” he teases right back, smiling at her. 

This is going to be fun. 

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[naffeclipse]

Just realizing that the fact that there exists an “Angel Eyes” Eclipse implies the existence of either a more foreboding or comically innocent version of him called “Devil Eyes”

oh, Lumi, you just unleashed something devasting

As entertaining as a detective Eclipse would be, innocent and way in over his head when it comes to dealing with a mob boss Y/N who just so happens to find him devilishly handsome and too clever for his own good, I'm thinking of something worse than a mob boss.

As a young rookie cop, you are attempting to put out so many fires in the city. The crime rate is abysmal. The politicians are running on fumes and bribes. The police force is barely hanging on through constant corruption. Animatronics are still considered inhuman, unalive, objects to be owned and used, and disposed of. You're hoping that the laws declaring animatronic rights will pass soon.

Murders happen every single day in a city racked with gangs, crime lords, and thieves. You and a few other officers are tasked with dealing with a particular crime scene. It's not unusual for a politician to get assassinated, but there's something particularly brutal about the killing that sits in your stomach wrong—there was blood everywhere.

Then another important person gets knocked off, the carnage grisly and crimson, then another, and another. You can't shake how savage the murders are.

High-ranking officials start having you and other cops stand as bodyguards, taking them where they need to go, standing outside their meeting doors and on the street of their homes at night.

The killings keep happening. You learn of police officers who were standing watch were gutted, too. Slained just as well as the intended target.

You do your job, but you don't like it. You became a cop to help the city. This wasn't what you had in mind, much less babysitting powerful and possibly corrupted individuals that you despise.

That's how you confront him.

Late one evening, sitting in a squad car with a fellow policeman, you two keep each other awake with small talk until you hear the faintest scream. You both take off, and you take the back of the house. When you enter the gauche kitchen, there's a cook animatronic knocked to the ground. You stop to speak to the poor robot, her optics fuzzy until you offer a helping hand and get her back onto her wheels.

Before you can send her somewhere safe, a cold shudder rolls down your spine, as if someone were walking on your grave. You whirl around to find a towering figure at the far end of the room, dark and threatening. Black optics with pinpricks of electric yellow peer at you in judgment. The devilish eyes startle your soul.

You yell out commands to stop but the animatronic—you realize—doesn't head and disappears deeper into the house.

You give chase. You hear a gunshot upstairs and a shout from your partner. When you reach the second landing, you lift your gun to take aim, but a large fist clamp around your own. You fire once, hitting nothing. You're thrown against the wall, dangling by the wrists under the looming killer. Sharp rays, burgundy and royal blue, circle his face plate, splattered in bright blood.

It's too late. It's too late for the politician, it's too late for your partner, and it's too late for you.

He takes your gun and drops it far away. His staggering height gives no hope that you can fight him off, and already, he has you pinned. You simply hope that it will be quick, painless, but your heart sinks when he lifts a hand to your throat. His optics glint. You close your eyes.

A cold, slick finger tilts your chin up. He commands you to look at him, and you aversely obey. The optics scan your face. You wonder if he takes a sick pleasure from causing harm. You loathe that he most likely finds fear in your eyes but you are determined to not make a sound.

"Officer," he says in a cold, dark voice that spears your heart. He studies the badge on your chest, reading your last name etched in brass. You clench your fists, still suspended by his one large hand.

"Who are you?" you demand.

He doesn't answer. He cocks his head with a flash of sharp teeth in a metallic grin. When he drops you, you nearly crumple to the ground. You're aware of the blood underneath your chin where he had touched you. When you try to reach for your handcuffs, he's already down the stairs and out the door, fleeing the murders. Trembling, you fumble for your gun, but you find the clip gone.

The killer animatronic left you alive.

#ahhhh lumi! you make me go feral!!! #brain worms are worming #devil eyes #<<< au title hehe #listen this is dark and grisly and gonna involve psychological horror as eclipse stalks you lovely little cop you #he makes it knows that he knows where you live #you later find the clip of your gun on your table as if you set it there that morning but no that's not right #you keep chasing him #he keeps finding you at night #you're certain he's gonna kill you one day but he keeps busy with targets--specifically ones that oppose the animatronic rights #and you slowly start piecing together the puzzle that is eclipse #okay rant over thanks for reading my word vomit #officer!y/n #killer!eclipse

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The First Month: Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson x Reader

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Deployment!Series:

Propriety (NSFW) - All thoughts of propriety goes out of the window when Beau finds you in his office.

Rumours - Beau doesn't realise there's a rumour about him.

Disengage - Beau discovers your secret.

Stalemate - The stalemate between you and Beau breaks when he recieves some news.

Absence - Beau misses you.

The first month is always the hardest. The scent of your shampoo still clings to your pillow, flooding his senses when he tries to sleep. He decides to wash the sheets, get a fresh start and instead finds himself mourning the loss. The house feels empty without you in it, your presence slowly fading from his existence. 

It’s like this in the beginning, a constant stream of sadness and agitation. Communication is always spotty during this time, your messages sporadic, coming through at odd times of the day. The distance stretches and Beau feels restless and out of sync.

He plans to spend the weekend burying his head in work, but his plans are interrupted at 8pm in the evening when Warlock turns up at his door followed by Maverick and several other members of the Dagger Squad.

Poker night, Warlock informs him as chaos rains down on his kitchen. It’s a flurry of noise and activity. Bob, Rooster, Phoenix and Hangman are all shit talking each other as Maverick sets up the poker chips with a smile on his face. Beau knows their Captain is going to wipe the floor with them. He’s seen him in the field, that man doesn’t blink. Already they’re in his cupboards, removing glasses, seeking out plates and dealing hands. Beau likens it to when your nephews come over and invade the place, they’re in and out of everything, running around being boisterous.

“Ally set this up?” He asks Warlock, his palm rubbing across his jaw.

The other man inclines his head and Beau sighs because you know him far too well. He struggles the most during that first weekend, there’s always an abundance of free time and he never knows what to do with himself. He gets stuck in his own head, trapped in that destructive emotional cycle.

When he steps into the kitchen, he picks up the bottle of whisky Rooster brought and scowls at the label.

“I’ll get the good stuff.”

The night devolves after that, into a haze of cigar smoke and bourbon.

***

Beau wakes up the next morning with a pounding head and a scratchy throat from the cigars. He’s barely taken a sip of his coffee before his doorbell rings, and he’s greeted by Jake clad in athletic wear with an enthusiastic Belgian Malinois called Cujo. My partner’s K9, he reminds Beau, because they apparently, they spoke about that last night when he agreed to go running first thing in the morning. He has no memory of the conversation.

It's a slog, Beau feels fucking terrible for the first couple of miles. It’s only when he gets past the third one that he starts to feel anywhere normal. He manages to keep pace with Jake and Cujo the rest of the way around the track before he makes it back to the house with an invite to a cookout later that afternoon.

“I’ll see if I can make it.” He tells Jake.

He realises he has no choice when Warlock turns up on his doorstep with a cooler full of steaks. Beau snatches up another bottle from the drink’s cabinet, before heading out because his mama raised him right and it isn’t polite to turn up to a gathering without a gift.

He spends the evening sipping Diet Coke and playing tug with Cujo, because he can’t face another hangover and once that dog takes a liking to you, there’s no chance of being left alone. The same can be said for the Daggers, he’s barely had a second to himself and he’s grateful for it. He finds himself sitting on the porch at the end of the night, the sun setting in the distance and the air cooling.

Jake drops down beside him, his palm running over Cujo’s head as the dog rags at the toy in Beau’s hand.

“Thanks.” Beau says distractedly, tightening his grip on the rope. “For this morning, and for tonight.”

Acknowledging his feelings doesn’t come naturally to him, neither does admitting he needs a little help. The people around him though they see it, they give a shit about him and about you. He thinks it was show and tell that did it, he gave them insight into his life outside of his position and he became a person instead of just another officer. They adopted him after that, he became part of their pack.

Noone talks about how isolating his job can be, you’re trained not to show weakness, to hide your vulnerabilities. You manifest that prerogative, make it a part of yourself. That’s who he is when you’re not around, it’s his survival technique. This weekend has shown him he doesn’t need to be like that, that he has a support network, that he can lean on other people if he needs to.

“Anytime.” Jake says, his elbows resting on his knees as he gazes out across the garden. “Can I ask you something?”

“That depends on what it is.” Beau says, inclining his head towards the other man to show that he’s listening.

“How did you know?” Jake asks him, his eyes coming to rest upon his partner Jenna as she stands in the midst of a conversation with Rooster, waving her hands animatedly as she laughs.

Beau doesn’t need any context, he knows what’s being asked. It’s the first time he’s thought about you over the past couple of hours and he feels a pang in his chest because it’s only been a few days, but he misses you so fiercely he aches. The silence stretches on as he considers his answer.

“We took a trip once, up to her sisters. She used to have this beaten-up old car, a real junker. It drove me crazy; I was terrified it would break down somewhere in the middle of the night and she’d end up stranded.” He tells Jake, shaking his head at the memory because he really fucking hated that car. “Anyway, we’re on the way back and it is pouring down with rain, I can barely see three feet ahead of me and the tire blows. It sent the car into a spin. I swear I thought the both of us were going to die…”

He remembers that moment, the panic that rushed through his nervous system as he gripped the wheel so hard, he had the indentations imprinted on his skin in the aftermath. He knew what to do in a situation like that, slide the gears into neutral, steer into the skid but he saw that tree coming up on your side and the thought of what could happen…

It had scared the living shit out of him.

“I managed to get it under control before we hit the tree, but I have never felt fear like that. I didn’t give a shit if something happened to me but to her…” he trails off because even now the thought feels too terrible to consider. “I proposed to her there and then because I couldn’t stand the idea of not having her in my life, she means too much to me. I’d been thinking about it for a while, but that really solidified it.”

“It happened to me.” Jake says quietly as he sips from his beet bottle. “When my plane almost went down a few days ago, before I passed out, I just had this regret sitting in my chest. I should have asked her; I should have taken that step.”

“And yet you haven’t.” Beau points out.

“You’ve read my file.” The young Lieutenant says, and Beau knows what he’s talking about. In care from the age of seven because his parents were a couple of meth heads, straight into the Navy in the aftermath. He has fought and clawed his way up the ladder to get where he is. He can’t imagine the emotional toll that must take on a person, to live your formative years being unloved, unwanted.

Don’t come to me looking for a father figure, he wants to say. I don’t know any better.

His own was a gambler, who threw away everything including his marriage and his family. Beau hasn’t spoken to his dad in years, he has no idea where the other man is and that’s the way he likes it.  

However now there’s this kid sitting next to him, one that’s looking for guidance and Beau realises at some point Jake has become one of his people. Someone he actually gives a shit about.

Fuck… he thinks. When did that happen?

“You’re past is not your present.” Beau tells him. “And it is certainly not your future.”

He thinks of you, how far you’ve come from that girl who thought she was going to live and die in a mining town in Idaho. The one whose parents were convinced she was going to marry the boy next door and spit out a couple of kids. You’d had no future and no opportunities until that Navy Recruiter had come through. He can’t imagine the life he would have lived if he’d never met you.

“You deserve to be happy Jake, and Jenna makes you happy.” Beau says frankly. “It doesn’t have to be more complicated than that.”

Jake nods his head, his thumb chasing over the label of the beer bottle in his hand.

“Thank you.” Jake utters, before taking a sip form his beer bottle. “I mean it. Shit like this, it’s hard for me to talk about.”

“Yea, I know a thing or two about that.” Beau says, rubbing the space behind Cujo’s ears that makes the dog’s tail wag. “Things weren’t great before Ally left, I wasn’t around…” He trails off.

“The mission.” Jake says knowingly.

“Yea.” Beau says frankly before pausing. “I feel like I wasted the time she was here by being mad at her over the deployment. By the time I got my head on straight I was already shipping out. We haven’t spoken much since then, the signal’s spotty out there. I wish I could tell her that I’m sorry, that I love her, that I’m proud of her for taking this step for the two of us. For doing what I couldn’t.”

“Do you think she doesn’t know what already?” Jake asks him, setting his beer down on the decking alongside of him. “The two of you have been through what four of these since you’ve been together?”

“This is her fifth.” Beau tells the other man, leaning back as he watches the sun start to disappear beyond the horizon.

“Fuck.” Jake says, his elbows come to rest on his knees as Cujo wrenches the toy from Beau’s hand and lopes towards Jenna to show off his prize. “My point is you’ve got through it before; you’ll get through it again.”

“Yea.” Beau says as he watches the dog drop the toy at Jenna’s feet. “Let’s hope so.”

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selfish

simon riley x gn!reader

summary: simon gets injured on a mission while protecting you. he doesn't have a clue why you're making such a big deal out of it so you confront him about your feelings that have been bottled up for months.

warnings/tags: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, blood and injury (just mentioned), gn reader, 2nd pov

apologies for anything that's grammatically incorrect!

also posted on ao3!

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you are furious. not only did simon jump in front of a goddamn bullet that was meant for you, almost costing him his life but he has been disobeying both the head physician's and price's orders to stay put and not do anything that might put a strain on his injury or make it worse. you had caught him sneaking out of the shared gym at the base while clutching his side, right where his wound was. you two haven't spoken since the whole incident but you decided enough is enough and you refuse to let it go on like this any longer.

"simon, open up." you say, voice stern but still somewhat quiet while knocking on his door. you knew you did not have to raise your voice.

you hear the door squeak when simon opens it but stops before it can even go halfway. you can only see one of his eyes, his balaclava still on.

"what do you want?" his deep voice makes you tremble slightly. you almost forgot how easy it is for him to leave you weak in the knees.

"we need to talk."

"about what?" he huffs, clearly annoyed that you are "wasting" his precious time.

"you know damn well about what. are you gonna let me in or do you want the whole squad to hear?" you sent a mocking smile his way and you could see him rolling his eye, but it worked. the door creaked some more as you shut it behind yourself.

you've been in his room before. late-night conversations with one or two "cuppas" as simon calls them. finding comfort in each other from time to time after a flashback or a nightmare. you like to think that you two are close but with simon "ghost" riley you never know. you respect his privacy and he respects yours. no intimate information was ever shared between you or at least none you were already aware of. it was to "keep things" professional." he said. you know he doesn't even consider you a friend, more like somewhat of a co-worker but even that didn't stop you from developing romantic feelings for him. romance and feelings aren't your strong suit, but with him, it just happened.

most people would describe him as ruthless, terrifying and such. it was true. ghost was indeed a brutal person, but not simon. the man who stayed up with you countless times, rubbed your back while you were puking your guts out after a drinking game with soap went a bit too far, and all the other times that you couldn't thank him enough. not to mention those stupid jokes he makes all the time even out on the field.

"you're an asshole." you sigh. he doesn't say a thing but you could see in his eyes that he didn't expect that. "you had no right to do that."

"i saved your life and the mission was a success. i don't know what's your problem but if you continue whining like a little bitch, you might as well leave." he said in a tone you only hear when he's giving orders.

"my problem is that you almost fucking died for nothing simon!" you can feel the heat rising to your face in anger, jabbing at his chest.

you can almost feel tears of frustration peek through your eyes but there is no way you can let yourself cry in front of him. not like this.

his eyes widen for a split second then they go back to cold and wrathful.

"you were bleeding out in my arms because of a mistake that i made!" your voice cracked as you felt the lump in your throat grow and you look away from him.

"you don't get to do shit like that simon. what if things didn't work out huh? what would johnny and the others do if you died? do you have any idea-"

you don't finish, feeling your voice get strained as the seconds go by. "we- i don't want to lose you." you say, so quiet it barely counts as a whisper but he hears it just fine.

you bring yourself to look up at him again and he no longer has a harsh glare in his eyes. they have softened up, pupils slightly dilated. you can see his mask moving as if he is trying to open his mouth but he doesn't say a thing. you find the courage to take a step towards him.

it's so silent you can clearly hear your and his breaths filling the room. you raise a hand to touch his mask but he grabs your wrist and pulls you even closer and places it on his chest instead. he leans in and rests his forehead on your shoulder, hand still gripping yours. his deep voice flows to every inch of your body as he mumbles a small apology right into your ear. the hand that is lazily hanging from your side goes to caress his back. this is the first time he let you this close to him so you close your eyes to savor every last drop of this moment, even though the position you two are in is awkward and almost uncomfortable.

you decide to speak up, anger no longer present within your words. "loving you is hard.." you felt him stiffen up. "..but losing you would be much harder." you tightened your grip on him.

"we're not ordinary people, we can't afford love nor any stupid feelings in this line of work. if you're compromised mistakes are made. we both know what mistakes lead to, one wrong move and it's over." simon says leaning back, so he could look into your eyes.

you blink once, then twice and he is mere inches away from your face. his hand slowly pushes up yours to his face, under his mask. he closes his eyes, letting you do whatever you pleased. you steadily push up his balaclava, giving him a chance to back out if he wished to. he lets out a heavy sigh with a slight nod encouraging you to keep going, that it was okay. you trust him. of course you trust him, yet you close your eyes and lift it up in one go. you do not feel worthy of such thing as seeing him whole. are you even ready for this? is he ready for this? probably not. large, calloused hands touch your face. your eyes flinch together even more at the sudden contact. you feel like a fool.

you feel his thumbs caress over your eyebrows, his touch is so gentle you could cry.

"hey...c'mon now. open your eyes or are you scared i'm that ugly?" you snort at his ridiculous way of trying to lighten up the mood as you can hear him smiling into his words. you lean forward and press your face right into his chest.

"you're an idiot." you babbled into him, speech muffled. you finally look up at him and almost let out a gasp.

he was beautiful. strong jaw, plump scarred lips, long hooked nose, and-

oh..

those soft baby blues decorated with long blonde lashes, black paint smeared all around still. you've seen them stare at someone with the intention of killing, like a wild animal waiting for the right opportunity to strike, empty and hollow, red and glossy after a bad night but this... this is so much more, it's almost too much. at this very moment, his eyes are full of adoration and love but you're not even sure you can describe with words what you're seeing and feeling. everything is so intense you can't help but grip simon's waist. he lets out a small grunt and you feel your stomach sink and your face heat up at the sound he let slip. you part your lips and let your tongue run along your bottom lip while still maintaining eye contact. you're not sure who's the first one to reach the other but all you know is that you're kissing.

it's not romantic or soft. it's needy, clumsy, teeth clanking together and biting at each other. you feel a rough brush of a scar and it's like you're going to melt on his lips and then he would swallow you whole. it's euphoric and bitter at the same time. his taste is suffocating, like breathing in air after an explosion. you struggle to breathe but you don't care. you push your arms from under his and your hands go to his head, fingers carding through short ashy blonde hair and giving it a gentle tug. he smiles into the kiss, sharp canines leaving a playful bite on your lip. you pant, out of breath, foreheads pressed against one another. you can still feel him, his taste lingering, filling up your senses.

"i know i said we can't afford something like this but.." he rasps, swallowing down whatever was on the tip of his tongue.

he leans in again, lips brushing together as he muttered right onto them.

"..i want to be selfish with you."

and he just goes in for another kiss.

#cod #call of duty #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #cod angst #cod fluff #cod x gn reader

[transingthoseformers]

PROWL: So Megatron is unaware of your defection? And invited *you* to the Conclave.

DRIFT: It wasn't exactly announced? Turmoil and I had been at each others throats for months, and I've gone...independent before on occasion. I'd have thought Lockdown or someone would have mentioned it but apparently not.

PROWL: Your background as Deadlock isn't widely known within the Autobots either. Your paperwork hasn't officially been filed anywhere but my private systems.

DRIFT: [with a bad feeling and hating monthly "checkups" already] ...okay.

PROWL: Keep an eye out for an email.

PROWL: [off screen] Jazz, I need to pull you for new ops training.

Drift is absolutely certain it cannot be what he thinks it is. Prowl cannot actually expect him to just walk up to the Conclave and act like nothing happened. There is no possible way.

Jazz arrives and cheerfully informs him that it is exactly that. Clearly the lack of survivors on Turmoil's crew and Lockdown's own recent need to make a run for it meant Deadlock’s defection never updated. Plus, while under Kup, he hasn't exactly become widely known or been spotted. Jazz has his own cover identity as a Decepticon he's carefully maintained, but they've never gotten close to the Conclave. Hence, their new job to temporarily resurrect Deadlock as a double agent.

There's a lot of arguing and vack and forth, but the knowledge the last Conclave started off the Expansion Era is convincing enough that everyone is taking this seriously. Even Decepticon operations have been put temporarily on hold, and they have the best of the best on it. There are some compromises, though. Drift isn't going in alone. Jazz, obviously, and the Wreckers and Kup's squad are on standby to pull him if needed.

Also, Hot Rod, with his new spanking Decepticon Identity, Flareup, shows up with a purple and blue paintjob to Drift's first spy class to go with him. Hot Rod is a scout and was the leader in a secret revolution, and he's actually better at the social aspect and making quick connections seeming comfortable and like he belongs then expected. Drift is also uncomfortable about the fact he is a good social chameleon being praised and Jazz's unsubtle attempts to join his team rather than Kup's.

Starscream, meanwhile, has put a pin on Earth because he is not missing this, so humanity gets an unexpected mercy from immeninent alien invasion while the war goes in a different direction.

Tarn meanwhile is perfectly happy with his supportive team, daydreams of a reunion, and the correct shade of orange at last. He is completely oblivious to Nickel plotting to murder Megatron and Vos, encouraging her while the rest of the DJD deal with the uncomfortable feeling of admitting they are also upset about Tarn's treatment but aren't quite willing to fully criticize Megatron.

No one has told Nickel yet that it is Megatron, and she and Flareup are currently exchanging revenge plots. Even better her friend is going to be at the Conclave along with Tarn's pesky soon-to-be ex and has agreed to help Nickel hide the body because apparently none of the other DJD are willing to take out the trash so she will.

Gsggd nooo of course prowl of course

So he's just gonna stroll in there like nothing happened, delightful

Makes sense everyone's taking this very seriously based on what they previously know about the Conclave

SONOFYES, RODDIE HAS A DECEPTI-SONA

Starscream making a smart decision

The full on murder plot is funny to me, like tarn would disapprove but i sure don't

I'm sorry Megatron you may be my fave but you're often a horrible person

This Conclave is gonna be a disaster🥰🥰🥰

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[9r7g5h]

Truly

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Boku no Hero Academia 

Rating: G

Genre: Romance

AN: This was written for the CASBkDk event, so each fic is based off a song by the band Cigarettes After Sex!

Words: 958

Being a hero was about being brave. Being willing to jump head first into the kind of shit other people ran from, put your life on the line for others, face the darkness that reveled in other people's pain. Stand as the line between villains - true villains, not just shitty thieves or graffiti artists but people who actually wanted to kill, destroy - and the innocent people who couldn't stand for themselves.

Katsuki hadn't realized that when he was younger, blinded by the glory and fame and riches that came with a successful career, but he'd quickly learned. Sure, everyone might have had their own motivation to get started, but only those who were brave and willing enough to die stayed.

So Katsuki knew, on the battlefield, facing down a villain, he was brave. He could force away the fear and focus on what was needed, determination and adrenaline burning away the fear.

But, apparently, he was chicken shit when it came to love.

"Come on bro," Denki said with a shrug, as if it was oh so easy, "you just gotta go for it." Maybe it was easy for him, sliding in and out of relationships like they were no big deal (ignoring, of course, the squad mandated ice cream and cry nights after each break up). But Denki's experiences had been with random extras, students from random other classes, no one Katsuki gave a fuck about.

This was Deku.

Izuku, who deserved more than a couple of cheap dates, a few make outs, and some giant blow up that seemed to make up the pattern of Denki's relationships. They already had enough drama from their past, and while they, he, was working on it, if he was going to actually go through with this, Izuku deserved more.

Katsuki wasn't entirely sure more was something he could give him, but he sure as hell wanted to try.

"If a big confession is too much for you," Mina chimed in, throwing her arm around his shoulders and leaning her weight on him, making him stop the incessant pacing he'd been doing since he called this little meeting, "then start small. You can work up to the marriage proposal and promises of forever and all that fluffy stuff you're practically allergic to. But for now, do something tiny that you know will mean something to him."

"The only thing I'm allergic to is your breath, Pinky," Katsuki growled, pushing her playfully away. "What'd you eat for lunch, dog ass?" He took comfort in her insulted gasp, the teasing that followed, watching as his friends volleyed insults back and forth with ease as he digested her suggestion. It was a good one, one he could already think of something for.

Just the thought made his heart pound and his stomach turn, that cowardly bit of him that he'd tried so hard to stomp out begging him to reconsider. 'We don't have to risk rejection if we just keep the status quo.'

Katsuki instead just pushed it down harder. He'd accepted that fear was part of the job, but this, Izuku, deserved him being brave.

It still took him a week to put that tiny little plan into action, because fuck him he really was chicken shit, but a week later he found the perfect opportunity.

They were alone in the locker room - the least romantic place Katsuki could imagine, surrounded by the smell of rotten BO and farts, but they were still alone, a rarity since they'd moved into the dorms. Training with All Might gave them more opportunities, but it still wasn't often they were like this, together, with no one able to walk in anytime soon. Tired, sure, hungry and sweaty and exhausted by the new regiment All Might had put them on, but still alone.

So, swallowing his fear and the bile that threatened to rise in his throat, Katsuki let his body just move.

Even with the scars and calluses, Izuku’s hand was surprisingly soft. Rough in the way fighting and training made all of their hands, but warm and soft, even the bumpy scar tissue surprisingly smooth. A different texture against his own skin, something Katsuki wanted to spend hours studying, memorizing, because it was something so uniquely Izuku he hadn't known before. And he was supposed to know everything about him

Something for later, he quickly decided, because he was holding Izuku's hand and Izuku was turning to look at him, eyes wide and curious, letting his hand be held. Eyes that got wider as Katsuki continued to act on instinct, refusing to let his brain get in the way of his raising Izuku's hand to his face, lips ever so lightly brushing against his knuckles, less of a kiss and more of a caress. Never once breaking eye contact, a small smirk turning his lips as Izuku's face broke out bright red and beautiful, squeezing Katsuki's hand with his own at the action.

"K-kacchan, wha-"

"Good job out there, nerd," Katsuki forced himself to say casually, letting Izuku's hand drop, their fingertips lingering ever so slightly as he spoke. "Keep it up and you might actually get on my level."

It was all teasing; they'd been teasing each other for months now, an easy back and forth they'd fallen into, but now Izuku could only just stare at him and sputter, frozen to the ground as Katsuki grabbed his bag. He brushed their hands against the other as he walked by Izuku, one more quick touch before he left back for the dorms, knowing Izuku was a mess behind it.

It was fun to play with him, and hopefully this all just meant that his move was a successful first step.

[END]

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⚡ BY THE EYE OF THE STORM || INTRO⚡(repost)

Serie info HERE please read

Pairing:  Hangman x Pilot!reader,  Dagger Squad x Pilot!Reader (platonic)

Words: 2.2k

Summary: You are called back to Top Gun one year after your graduation for a deadly mission. Why? Because you were the top score of the school ever recorded for a long time. Nevertheless, that first day does not go very well. On top of understanding the danger of the mission and how risky it is, you already start a rivalry with one member of the Dagger Squad… Ltd Jake “Hangman” Seresin.

Warning: Military inaccuracies, conflictual relationship, mention of biological weapons, tensions between characters, reader meeting some members of the Dagger Squad for the first time <3 (that’s cute tho)

Tag list: @dempy @potato-girl99981 @callme-fox @djs8891

Notes:

Shark is reader’s best friend and OP’s OC.

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Biological weapons facilities.

Maverick’s sharp words fell upon them like a guillotine blade on a condemned man’s neck.  You detailed the discomfited faces of your nearer colleagues with a discreet glance. Bob and Phoenix looked at each other, a glimmer of concern flickering in their eyes.  Hangman, faithful to himself, rocked back and forth on his chair. His thin lips had stretched in a smirk no one managed to decipher. You could not tell if he had welcomed such information as a challenge or if it was his way of coping with the gravity of the situation. As for Rooster, he had leaned over his desk, his elbow pressing against the wooden surface. He started stroking his mustache with a thoughtful look gracing his tanned face. 

“Fuck, that’s a big deal.”  A feminine and always-playful voice croaked next to you and popped your thoughts bubble. Shark seemed excited.

“Yeah, I know.” That was all you managed to answer. All the other things you could have uttered remained trapped in your throat, tightened by anxiety. A small sigh escaped from your rosy lips. When Beau “Cyclone” Simpson called you and Shark back to Top Gun one year after your graduation, you knew it was not a good sign. As soon as you recognized the phone number on your smartphone’s screen,  a chilling thrill went down your spine. It had been as if your deepest instinct whispered in your ear to ignore the call.  However, you ended up shooing away that unpleasant feeling and here you were, sitting in the briefing room with your fellow pilots who had been chosen for such a suicidal mission. You exhaled slowly through your nose, attempting to keep the straightest face possible. Maverick had paused for one solid minute to let the Dagger Squad have the time they needed to assimilate the news. Then, he resumed his explanations.

“Our first role will be to locate the facilities.” His quiet voice captivated everyone’s attention in the room without even trying. You, and all the other pilots, were drinking his words, obliterating the external world despite the constant cacophony of engines roaring and soldiers screaming outside.

“That is to say, we will make as many air patrols as needed until we know exactly where are all the facilities and their warehouses.” Maverick wrote down the words AIR PATROLS in capital letters on the whiteboard he was standing next to. The black pen squeaked on the surface. “ I know, you probably think that those patrols are no big deals. That’s where you’re wrong. Reports said this rogue nation has air strike forces… Which means they have pilots ready to blow up your jets.” He wrote down the words ENNEMY JETS below his first scribble.

You blinked several times as you understand that you will all risk your life each time you will fly above suspicious zones. Not once, not twice, but as many times as it takes to locate the facilities. Usually, the first part of the plan was the easiest. If that was the most doable part, you were not eager to know the rest of it.

“And what happens next?” Payback’s voice echoed from the back of the room. He was sitting right behind Hangman, eyes staring at Maverick and fingers fidgeting his pen since the beginning of the briefing. “We bomb them?” 

Maverick tilted his head to the side, one eyebrow raised and remained silent. He was waiting for Payback to understand by himself how absurd his question was. Yet, the revelation never seemed to come. You exhaled once again, a bit noisier this time, before raising your hand to talk.

“Blowing up facilities filled with biological weapons might not be the most… Efficient way to get rid of the problem.” You said calmly. Captain Mitchell nodded at your words and went on with the plan. 

“As Storm just said, blowing up tanks of dangerous biological shit is everything except a good idea. We don’t want viruses or I don’t know what else to spread in nature and infect the population.” 

You heard Shark snort, amused by your remark. You were about to smile at her when you caught another voice commenting on what you just said. “No shit Sherlock.”  You turned your head, looking dagger at Jake, who stared back at you with a cocky grin. The hell was his problem, you thought. However, you ignored such a childish reaction to focus back on Maverick’s frame. 

“Once we know their locations, we will help the Marines’ intervention. They will dismantle the facilities on the ground, while we will destroy their air force and keep them from escaping and using their biological weapons. Not one single of their aircraft must leave the perimeter.”  

Silence fell a second time in the room.

“And do we know what kind of infectious agent they use?” This time that was Bob’s shy and slightly shaky voice that broke the silence.

“Cyclone’s highest bet is smallpox or anthrax. Mine’s mycotoxins, but the real answer to that question is that we don’t know for sure yet.” 

While you kept your cool the whole briefing, you could not help but pinch the bridge of your nose and close your eyes for a few seconds. You felt a headache, which had been threatening you since this morning, start to hammer your skull. What happened next was kind of blurry for you. What you remembered was that Maverick explained what jets he thought would suit the best for the mission, and how your training will mainly focus on dogfights and on sharpening your maneuvers. That was only when you heard the sound of the Captain clapping his hands and telling you to leave the meeting room that your mind snapped back to reality. An unpleasant shiver ran down your spine before you got up from your chair and left the room.

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“Hey, Raingirl! Wait a minute!” You glanced behind you at the familiar voice. You could recognize that slightly raspy and psychotic tone among thousands of others. You stopped, waiting for Shark to catch up.

“Are ya’ in a hurry or what?”  She cheered, wrapping one of her arms around your shoulders in a friendly embrace, before leaving the building with you.

“You seem rather excited for someone who has a high risk of dying during her next mission.” You answered, teasing.

“Aw ya know, I’m just trying to put the laughter in slaughter.”  

As soon as you felt the warm sunrays caressing your skin, you shut your eyelids for a few seconds and paused the conversation. A faint smile adorned your rosy lips. After hours and hours of being locked up in a dull and far too climatized room, the feeling of the sun kissing your face was a real treat. You slowly opened your Y/EC eyes and looked at your best friend. Shark was a petite woman with icy blue eyes and light blonde hair that she would usually style in long dutch braids during her service. Outside, she would wear pigtails or let her wild mane down. The first time you heard about her was during your first week in Top Gun’s program. You wondered how the hell someone’s callsign could be “shark”. Yet, you understood as soon as your eyes fell on her: when she was smiling, her mouth would stretch and her lips would reveal two rows of perfectly aligned but sharp teeth. Due to a natural birth defect, all of her teeth, except her incisors, were shaped like fangs. On top of that, the woman had odd scars on each side of her neck, similar to gills slits. Despite that slightly creepy smile of hers, you both soon became inseparable to the point she became your wingman.

“You truly have zero self-preservation.” You concluded your sentence with a wink. “And you ain’t even funny, Fish head.” 

Shark was about to say something but someone else’s voice resonated

“Don’t leave yet, I couldn’t wait to talk to both of you after Mav’s presentation.” A dark-haired woman with her hair combed in a neat ballet bun and brown cunning eyes walked towards you, followed by her RIO Bob. They stopped in front of you: “The name’s Phoenix and he, he’s Bob. I’m more than happy two see two other girls here. Welcome to the Dagger Squad.” She said, with a little but adorable smile on her face “I really look forwards to flying with you.  I heard you were the best.” 

“Nah, Storm’s the best. I’m second.” Shark answered, looking at you with pride.

You shook your head, chuckling. You never liked boasting about your results and your flying skills. All you did was work your ass off and always try to do your best. Yet, the truth was that you truly were a gifted pilot. You slipped one of the messy bangs of your Y/HC hair behind your ear.

“I appreciate your compliments about my abilities, I really do. But y’all are talented as fuck too. Pretty sure we’ll make a good team.” You offered your most charming smile you could to Phoenix and Bob. 

Funnily enough, the man with big glasses remained silent for the whole conversation. Sometimes he would crack a tiny hesitant smirk before staring back at his feet. Even though this one did not belong to the talkative kind, he seemed genuinely nice.

“Didn’t know they would hire baby pilots for such an important mission.”  The good mood you had managed to bring back shattered in million of pieces at those venomous words spat by Lieutenant Jake “Hangman” Seresin. The tall blonde pilot was leaning against the building, arms crossed on his muscular chest. His eyes, small green jewels shimmering with a mocking glow, looked hard at you. All of your body tensed as you sensed his arrogant attitude. You straightened up to your full height and stared back at him with a freezing gaze. Obviously, you knew who was that cocky soldier. Jake “Hangman” Seresin’s reputation was following him: he was one of the few pilots who had confirmed kills. Noticing the challenging look you had on your face, Jake closed his jaws in one quick gesture, biting the toothpick he had between his lips. Then, the man graciously moved his frame toward you until you were both facing each other. 

“With all due respect, you are far too novice for this mission. I don’t know why Mav’ agreed to let you join us, but you don’t belong here.” He said, with a calm yet bossy tone. 

“With all due respect, you can go fuck yourself.” You snapped, causing him to laugh.

“Yeah suck it. Who do you think you are uh?” Shark added.

“Playing the tough girls?” 

“Seriously what the fuck Hangman, if they are here it’s for a good reason.” Phoenix interrupted. She was not bearing this kind of behavior. You simply made a slight head movement to the dark-haired woman to thank her.  Then, you shift back your attention to Hangman, staring at him with intensity as if you were etching the slightest detail of his good-looking face in your mind.

“I am perfectly where I should be. If you think I don’t belong here, well that’s not my problem.  If my presence bothers you,  guess what? That’s not my problem. And if you want to sing the blues to Capt. Mitchell, that’s also not my problem. In the meantime, I’ll just take your aggressive attitude and your arrogance as a way of coping with your lack of confidence.”

Hangman clenched his jaw, vaguely discountenanced by your sharp tongue. Nevertheless, you did not manage to wipe his presumptuous smile off his face.

“Alright, baby bird, let’s see how long you last until I cut your wings… And before I cut your friend’s fins.”  He hissed through his teeth.

“Storm. “

“Sorry?” He raised a brow.

“Call me baby bird one last time and I’ll punch your face. The name’s Storm.”  You turned your back to him and grabbed Shark by the wrists before leaving.

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You walked on the beach, trying to cool down your nerves by taking big inhales of the sea air that was floating around the base.  The salty scent was soothing and soon, you found yourself at peace again. You took a quick glance at Shark, who was looking at the dancing waves of the ocean with a contemplative look.

“Don’t worry Fish head. You know we belong here.” You said, with the more reassuring tone your could have. The bubbly blonde girl grinned at your words. You smiled back at her grin, rendered slightly disturbing because of her fangs - but you were used to it.

“I don’t. I trust Capt Mitchell. Quite the contrary, I am wondering how Hangman will react tomorrow.” Her fingers were playing with the tips of one of her braids.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, when he’ll see that you are far better than him.” 

You snorted, amused. 

“For sure, I’ll show him.” 

You said, feeling the storm brewing.

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READER CHOICE:

[go talk to HANGMAN] or [go to the Hard Deck]

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[amunyan]

Love me, not him - 6A

After a lot of storyline with Mereoleona, this part of chapter 6 will follow the route of Fuegoleon again.

(You came here when you avoided the fight or if you rejected Mereoleona earlier. Or if you read everything… like I also would in these create-your-story-thing…;P)

 It’s just a fluffy flashback, but enjoy :)

Wordcount: 2,129

 

The moon was still high in the sky, but hiding behind some clouds.

You were lying in your bed, unable to fall asleep. Insomnia had taken over and your thoughts were on a rollercoaster since Mereloeona wished you a good night and left.

You thought about the events of the day... or at least tried so. But your thoughts always drifted away to him, to Fuegoleon, while you snuggle deeper into your blanket.

As you were lying there, missing him more with each passing day, more memories came back. One of them; the long night you spent with him...

"It was a while after my failed confession, when he became the Captain of our squad", you mumbled while starring at the ceiling.

 

You knocked on the office door, unsure of the reason for your visit. But there was no answer.

"It's late," you noticed. "God knows why he wants to see me at this unholy hour. Besides; we have hardly spoken since my failed confession some time ago..." You become worried, thinking that Fuegoleon might throw you out of the order for this. "Maybe he hates me now. But I did well during the last missions. Oh dear. Why am I here?" You asked yourself again, expecting the worst. Not even considering how absurd your thoughts were as you began to knead your hands restlessly and bit your lower lip. You thought about just leaving, but you forced yourself to try again and knocked on the door a second time. Again; no answer.

"Good", you said to yourself and were about to turn around as you could hear something after all; hectic noises, slurping on the floor, then a rumbling, followed by cursing. Then the door swung open.

"(Y/N)?!?" A bright smile appeared on Fuegoleons stressed face as he saw you.

"Are you okay, Fuegoleon?" you asked worriedly. Not only the loud noises but also the dark circles under his eyes worried you.  "You look like you haven't slept in days."

"I didn't," he replied guiltily. "That's why I need your help."

You didn't understand what was going on and how you, of all people, could help him. Even less so when he dragged you into the office, closed the door and grabbed you by the shoulders. The young leader of the Order looked into your eyes. "I can only ask you, (Y/N), for this favour. So please help me."

"Huh?"

He let go of you to touch his forehead in shame and averted his eyes. "I didn't expect to have to deal with so much paperwork when I took over the order. While working on reports and planning missions, as well as the actual bookkeeping, I made a mistake. In trying to correct it, and looking for similar reports and other notes that might help me, I unfortunately caused this..."

You looked past him into the room, which was flooded with papers and fallen books, as well as other things that completed the chaos. A chaos you never expected Fuegoleon could cause.

“It’s embarrassing for someone like me”, he said with a low voice, full of guilt.

“Don’t worry”, you answered softy and shacked your head. “It’s no shame to make a mistake. Everyone does. It’s similar to what you always say. The shame comes with not learning from them and with no improvement. I know what I am talking about. I made too many along my way...” You paused for a moment and took a deep breath, before you looked at him with a soft smile. “I’ll help you to fix this mistake.”

"Thank you." With relief in his voice, he wanted to hug you. But when he was already standing in front of you with his arms half outstretched, he changed his mind again and just cleared his throat. You noticed that he even blushed a little.  Although you felt a little sad about this, you couldn’t help smiling.  

“Fuegoleon is such an organized and competent person. Always friendly and also a strong mage. But this side of him, his vulnerable side, he only shows me. As if he knew I wouldn't judge him. As if he knew he is safe with me…”

Over the next few hours, you went through all the paper chaos together. You reassembled documents and reports that belonged together, put them in a logical and chronological order and threw away things that were no longer needed.

"That took much longer than expected," he noted.

You nodded. "But most of the work is done now.  We just have to sort the files back into the shelf and clean up here." As you were about to start, a loud yawn escaped you. Just as you were about to apologize, Fuegoleon yawned too. With an awkward grin, you looked at each other as the young leader suggested: "How about tea? Or better; coffee? We still might sit here for a while."

"Good Idea. I will go and get some." You put the file in your hands into the shelf and were about to go, but Fuegoleon stopped you by blocking the door. "Don't worry - I will. Take a little break, (Y/N)."

"Afraid that you will make a mess again in the few minutes I get us something to drink?” You couldn't help yourself from making a little joke.

"Maybe ", he answered quietly, smiling a little embarrassed at you, before leaving you alone in the office, but you didn't mind.

"He's such an accommodating guy. I'm so glad he likes me. Even though..." The same moment you congratulated yourself on being a happy little mushroom, the self-doubts came back. And with them, the nagging question of "Why?" "Why does he still like me? Why is he asking me for help? After my failed confession and the fact that I never really wanted to see him again. Why is he still so friendly towards me?"

While you ponder these questions, you sort back a few papers and reports on the last missions. "Maybe he really likes me as much as I like him? Maybe we..."

Another yawn undercuts your train of thought. "Fuegoleon is really taking his time. Maybe..." You sit down on the small sofa in the room. “He ordered me to take a little break. Not a bad idea at all – I am really tired by now. It’s past midnight and the past day was full of hard training and work.” The sofa was so warm and soft, you couldn’t help but lying down on it "I'm just resting my eyes until he comes back..." Knowing that this was a complete lie, you closed your eyes and fell asleep in no time.

"I don't know how long I slept on that sofa. But I know I dreamed of him. Sneaking a kiss from me..." Even though you know that Fuegoleon would never do such a thing - kissing a sleeping girl is a reprehensible thing, by the way - it made you giggle a little. No. "He did something much sweeter..."

Without realising it, you wrapped yourself more tightly in the blanket. You hugged it like a soft toy and buried your nose in the fabric. Although it certainly didn't smell like your beloved...

"He gave me his cloak. Covered me up.... I can still remember the scent, warm and sweet, but also a little spicy. Like cinnamon with a fresh hint of ginger..."

When you woke up again, you felt safe and sound. Like being in a warm hug. The smell of cinnamon rose to your nose. A smile flitted across your lips as you opened your eyes. You couldn't tell why you felt so safe, neither how long you had been asleep. But the second you realized Fuegoleon was already back, doing the job he'd actually told you to do, a panic started in your head and you rumbled to your feet. Still wrapped in what you think is a blanket.

"Oh no. I'm so sorry, Fuegoleon. I fell asleep and..."

"Don't worry", he said friendly. "I've finished the work a moment ago."

"What?"

He nodded, putting back the last file of documents. “Also, I told you to take a little break and rest. Everything is alright.”

With a gentle smile on his face and half-open eyes, an expression full of gratitude, he came over to you. "I must thank you again for all your support, (Y/N)." He sit down beside you.

"Oh no, nothing special." You looked away, blushing, still feeling guilty about your little nap. "It's the least I could do for you."

"Nonsense." You jumped as he raised his voice for a moment. "It's not part of your job. But... but you always help me without hesitation. Just one of the many things I appreciate about you. So..." He paused for a moment. "I'm glad you came tonight. I thought I had done something wrong to make you angry. You hardly spoke to me the last few weeks. But you are here now. And that makes me so happy..."

His words pierced your heart a little. They made you want to tell him again how you really feel about him. How much you truly like him. That your feelings even went beyond this. That you were never angry with him. That you were never angry with him. You were only embarrassed that you were always so quiet and had difficulty expressing yourself. For a split second, your courage grew. But when you noticed that Fuegoleon suddenly seemed nervous and even blushed a little, you bit your lips. Unsure what to do, he made you even more insecure when he spoke again. "So... I wonder if I could ask you something, (Y/N)?"

“Of course.” You answered right away, looking at him. Hoping, he would make a move now and tell you how he feels towards you. Like hoping for the best, but not expecting it would ever happen.

"I'm not sure if I'm even allowed to ask you this. If this isn't a bit forward of me. But..." He paused again and turned away uneasily. One could clearly see his struggle. But not the absence of his cloak.

"Maybe he really...“ You allowed yourself to hope a little.

"Would you mind helping me out with these things? I mean - the paperwork." He slowly turned back to you, rubbing his bright red cheeks.

"Oh?" You sounded more disappointed than you wanted to.

“But helping him out from time to time is a good excuse to see him more often. To get closer…” You thought to yourself.

Meanwhile, Fuegoleon seemed a bit ashamed. As if he really thought he was asking too much of you. But you placed your hand on the top of his.

“Of course, Fuegoleon. I will help you. I'm glad you have so much faith in a clumsy little person like me..."

“Don’t make yourself small again. You are reliable, (Y/N). Just believe more in yourself. Please. And thank you for your agreement. This means a lot to me.  But it's late now. Let's discuss the details tomorrow. Should  Shall I accompany you to your room?  You seem sleepy."

"Oh no, it's all right," you smiled and snuggled tighter into the so-called blanket.

As the two of you left the room, wishing each other a good night and about to walk in the opposite direction, you didn't watch your step and tripped over the fabric of the blanket.

You closed your eyes after a startled scream and waited for yourself to hit the ground when you felt Fuegoleon's strong arm wrap around your waist. Concerned, he asked you if everything was all right.

"Yes ... But ..." At that moment you realised that the blanket was Fuegoleon’s cape.

Torn between joy and being flattered and the horror and shock of having damaged his new cape, you don't know what to do.

"I'm so sorry," you whispered. "I didn't realise it was your cape until just now. And now I've broken it..."

"Don't worry. It's not a big deal. I'm glad you're okay."

"I'll fix this for you. I promise." Your voice was full of determination, but also full of guilt as you looked into his eyes while tears welled up in your eyes.

"I managed to repair the cloak for him. Although you could clearly see that my skills were very bumbling if you looked closely, he always wore it with grace. And I was able to sleep in his coat for a few nights. With his scent in my nose and the feeling of a warm embrace..."

You rolled onto the other side of the bed and looked out of the window. The moon had stopped hiding.

"I miss him so much..." you thought with tears in your eyes and hugged the pillow tighter.

#black clover #fuegoleon vermillion #x reader #creative wrting #i dont know what i am doing

[confusedpan-da]

You think it's a ghost?!

Summary:

It's Halloween and suddenly Midoriya and Uraraka get interrupted by giggling in front of their dorm door. Is it a serial killer? Is it a ghost? No it's-

*drumroll*

Our cute lil boys!!

or

A short snippet of regressed! Bakugou and Kirishima going trick or treating in dorms with help of their friends!

Warnings: none ^^

Wordcount: ~550

Start after the cut, enjoy!

Ah yes, Halloween. The time of year little kids run from door to door and ask for sweets. Long before they even use the doorbell you can already hear the shuffling and accompanied giggles.

But this isn’t some kind of neighborhood. They were in the UA dorms. They didn’t have any little children here except for Eri from time to time and Aizawa had taken her outside for some real trick-or-treating.

So who did those sounds belong to? Midoriya and Uraraka looked at each other in horror as they listened closely to the shuffling behind the door. Midoriya almost jumped into the girl’s arms as another giggle sounded through the dark night.

“D-d-do y-you think it’s a g-g-g-ghost?!” “Don’t be silly…”,Uraraka shook her head. Someone probably just wanted to scare them. But she would be lying if she said that this wasn’t kind of scary.

However, her thoughts were cut short as, after finally a knock sounded on the door, Midoriya really did jump into her arms. She froze before her head turned bright red. They were still sitting on the floor so it wasn’t a big deal. Totally no big deal!

“Erm… D-Deku.” “Ah! Sorry!”, he quickly stood up.

Slowly they both moved to the door and opened it ever so slightly. There stood Kirishima and …Bakugou?! Holding hands while one was dressed as a ghost and the other as skeleton. It honestly looked adorable. Uraraka squealed and Midoriya swung the door completely open, revealing Sero, Mina and Denki standing on the side, showing the other two boys thumbs up. They looked like a group of cheerleaders, Uraraka noted with a smile.

However, they quickly straightened their postures when they noticed that they had been seen. Sero cleared his throat while nudging Bakugou, who stood closer to them. The blond looked conflicted before he held out one of Seros beanies. Opening up, making it look like a little bag.

While Denki pulled at Midoriyas hand to get him outside for a short second Mina whispered pretty loudly to the boys: “You still need to say something beans.”, the boys looked at each other, nodded and then said in unison: “Trick or treat!”

Uraraka felt like her heart might explode. She wouldn’t survive having to tell them that she didn’t have any candy but Midoriya quickly cut her off.

“Wow, good job you guys! Here you go!”, and he put two lollipops into the beanie. Uraraka blinked confused but didn’t say anything as the rest of the baku-squad looked at them like they just saved the night and Bakugou and Kirishima both beamed at each other. Yes, even Bakugou.

“What do you say?”, Sero asked. “Thanks.” “Thank you!”

And then they closed the door again.

“What was that?” “I have no clue.”, they laughed. “Where did you get the candy from suddenly? I was already scared we’d have to tell them that we don’t have anything.” “Kaminari just handed them to me and said something like ‘please play along. I’ll give you anything you want tomorrow.’ He sounded pretty desperate.” “Well, I’m glad they were prepared for… whatever that was.”

“Kacchan looked so cute!” “I know! But did you see Kirishima in his little ghost look?!” “Okay, he wasn’t bad, I’ll admit. But Kacchan!” “But Kirishima as an adorable ghost?!”

#safe agere #agere bnha #agere fic #regressed Bakugou #regressed Kirishima #Halloween little fic #confused writes #trick or treating #spooky season #no I don't care that it's november already #sfw agere #little bakugou #little Kirishima #ao3 writer

[kalivodas]

ooo could you write a simon kalivoda x reader where they both admit their feelings for each other in the bathroom when they have to change into the lost and found clothes bc they might have sams blood on them?? idk i always felt bad that everybody had someone except for simon 😭

ONE TICKET TO POUND TOWN — SIMON KALIVODA

summary: as above

warning: heated make out sesh.

note: hi it’s me again <3 loving these requests btw and yes!! simon deserved someone too?? enjoy plz

SIMON KALIVODA WAS a walking paradox. He had been as long as you’d known him, which was a while, truth be told. You loved it, though. His contradictions, inability to put on eyeliner without you, and the fact that he always stole your clothes. He was easy to love. That’s how you’d fallen for him.

"Hey, you," he said, tossing a blue cardigan your way before he turned to Josh with a grin. "Kalivoda here, I don’t think we’ve got any brain activity left."

"Shut it, idiot," you retorted. Your hands roamed the sweater suspiciously. When the world was going to end, you didn’t have much of a choice wardrobe-wise, but you’d much rather die in the flannel Simon had. It looked less itchy.

Josh gave everyone’s clothes a once-over and nodded. He had an Iron Maiden shirt, lucky bastard. "Everyone make sure there’s no blood on them. And Be careful."

You nodded back at him. You’d known Deena awhile, therefore Josh awhile, and the kid was sweet — but gravely transparent.

Total loser. Who would ever sit like and pine over one of their closest friends?

Nevermind.

"Rub-a-dub-dub-time," Simon called, swinging his leg up to kick open the bathroom door, but Kate cleared her throat and you all turned to look at her.

You were right behind her, but impatient was sort of her middle name.

She turned with her bottom lip caught between her teeth, and said: "I don’t wanna go in by myself."

Mere inches away from saying, 'What am I? Chopped liver?' Simon wiggled his eyebrows at you, and slid an arm around your shoulders. "I've gotta pass up your offer, Schmidt. I’ve already got one ticket to pound town."

You elbowed him in the side, and Kate’s nose scrunched up as if she’d ever invite him.

Simon patted Josh on the back and whispered, "Good luck, lover boy," before ushering you inside the other bathroom.

"Sooo," Simon hummed. "Are you always this clueless, or is it only when we’re being chased by ghost killers?"

"One, shut up. Two, yeah, this is always."

He smiled.

You had been friends for years now, it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary to change infront of each other, but not since you’d figured out you had a crush on him.

Because it was Simon. And you were best buds.

In fact, he’d already taken off his shirt and spun it around a few feet away.

It was fine. You could turn away from him and do the same thing. But back when everyone was scrambling to get away from Skull Mask, formerly Ryan, he’d traced Sam’s blood barf to your jeans, and practically snatched you to the ground. You’d taken a fairly decent hit to your shoulder, so raising your left arm straight up was out of the question.

They could always count on you to take a fucking hit in the middle of being chased by Sarah Fier’s goon squad.

"Simon?" You finally asked, glancing over to see him check his back for blood by flexing in the mirror.

"Hmm?"

"Well, when the gun show is over,"

He laughed.

"Could you maybe…"

Just ask him to help you get naked. No big deal.

"Oh shit, your shoulder, right?"

You nodded, and Simon shrugged lazily, a smirk coating his lips. "Jeez, if you wanted me to take your shirt off, all you had to do was ask."

Smacking his shoulder only made him laugh more, but he closed the distance between you in two lousy steps.

"Like this?"

You nodded, and his hands traced the hem of your shirt. His hands were warm, and they sent chill bumps down your sides.

Tossing the pullover into the burn-unless-you-want-a-hitman-after-you pile, his lips upturned again, but his cheeks were an unusual rosy color, and the bathroom wasn’t hot. The opposite, actually.

He cleared his throat, stepped back to the sink, and started unbuckling his pants.

He hadn’t slid the trousers all the way off yet, they were resting at his hip bones as he ran his arms under the water. You couldn’t help but watch him with your head tilted curiously. Not in a creepy manner, well kind of not, but by the fact that he’s gotten flustered by taking your shirt off. That wasn’t Simon.

Simon Kalivoda was the biggest flirt you’d ever known, he didn’t nearly break his neck trying to get away from shirtless girls.

He’d taken your shirt off.

He was blushing.

He had looked away and cleared his throat.

And you were ninety percent sure you wouldn’t make it through the night, so it was only right to—

Fuck it.

"Simon, kiss me."

"What?" His head had snapped back to meet your gaze, and you weren’t sure why’d you’d ever let him look away. God, his eyes were beautiful.

But now it was your turn to make his stomach turn. It was like everything had dissipated around you, it was only him. Just Simon, the boy you’d liked for so incredibly long. You took the two steps to close the gap between you, then continued.

"We can’t—," you said softly, hands tracing his bare biceps so you could pull him to you by your shoulders. "We can’t die before I get a chance to tell you that I’ve always wanted you to kiss me. But if you don’t want that, just tell me. But you also might— so if you do, Simon, kiss me."

And that’s all it took for him to push you two back into the cold bathroom wall, which made you shiver admittedly, but this was perfect and you didn’t have the heart to tell him you’d freeze to death before Ruby Lane got her blade back out.

His lips were like his hands, warm and soft and inviting, and it only took the invite of your mouth parting for his tongue to glide across yours.

And this is the moment you'd always been waiting for. Because Simon Kalivoda was kissing you. Over and over, only taking short breaks to catch a breath before he pressed his mouth against you again.

But he tasted like the boy you’d grown up with. Especially that damn cherry chapstick he insisted on reapplying every two minutes.

"Simon," you said quietly, between the same gasps he’d just fought to catch.

If Tommy Slater, burlap bag and axe in hand, barged in, you would die of embarrassment before he could slash you to pieces.

He paused, still grinning like an idiot, and used those same warm hands to push hair out of your face. And then he whispered back —a small murmur of your name— and you wanted to grab his face and kiss him senseless. Again.

"Let me talk, Kalivoda."

And boy, did you have his attention.

He was still mindlessly tracing your jaw, neck, and collarbones, and finally, the pendant hanging from your neck. You knew the memory as well as he did — he’d handed you the silver piece when you were fifteen, and you’d taken it off a total of six times since.

"You’re not talking," he muttered, and your lips pressed together to suppress a smile.

You ran a hand through his hair softly, and said, "Yeah, I know." Swallowing any pride left in your throat, you proceeded.

"You are without a doubt the best thing that has ever happened to me. You understand that, right?"

Simon nodded. "You too. I’d never share the blue gushers with anyone else."

"Okay…that means if we live through this, you have to give me all of them, agreed?"

"Only if you kiss me again," he said.

"Deal."

You’d already snaked your hands around Simon, pulling him as close to you as you could. This moment wouldn’t last forever, you knew that, but for a second, it felt like if you held each other close enough, nothing could happen.

As his tongue ran across the peak of your lips, you felt your knees tremble below you, but he carefully swiped your legs up to intertwine at his waist.

He kissed you like the first time, attentive and slow, but as your hands bunched in the wildness of Simon’s hair, he pressed his mouth against your neck and traced back to your jaw before his mouth found yours again.

Gently, your teeth sunk into his bottom lip as you pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath.

His face at that moment was something you’d never forget — hazed eyes, a lazy grin, lips parted in revelation. Because damn, you tasted better than ecstasy.

But you’d have to take a picture later, you decided, when a door in the distance creaked loudly.

"Forgot we had henchmen," he said, allowing you to stand back on two feet.

"I tend to have that effect on people," you replied.

You gave each other once-overs, guaranteeing there was absolutely no trace of Sam’s blood, then pulled on your lost and found clothes with the exception that you and Simon traded shirts. It was only right.

There was no avoidance to swollen lips or the scent of almost-sex, but you smoothed down your hair. It’d work.

He planted one more kiss on your lips before pulling the bathroom door open, then pushed his hand into yours and led you back down the school hallway.

His hand was still lazily tracing circles on your palm when the girl’s bathroom door opened, and Kate and Josh walked out looking almost as bad as you two.

"No way…" Simon said.

Kate adjusted her blazer. "Calm down. It was— It was barely first base." Josh had a proud sort of little smile on his lips, and you giggled.

Lovebirds.

When Deena and Sam joined you looking thoroughly sexed up, you poked Simon in the side, but he was already ten steps ahead.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait," he continued. "Did you… all go to pound town?"

Simon pressed his hand to his chest sheepishly, and gave a cute sort of wry smile.

"Me too!"

#simon kalivoda #fear street #fear street 1994 #fear street x reader #simon kalivoda x reader #sam and deena #josh and kate #kate fear street #simon fear street #josh fear street #fluff #fred hechinger

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Burnin’ Up - Firefighter!Chris AU (Part 3: Facing the Consequences)

Summary: Following the fight at the training day you face the consequences of your actions

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Harsh Parent! Past Trauma! Language! Angst! Chris and Y/N being assholes to each other! (Let me know if I missed anything)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Meet the Characters!

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Part 3: Facing the Consequences

The atmosphere at the precinct had been off ever since the squad returned from the training day. News of what you did and who you slapped quickly working its way around the precinct. In your defence you had no clue Chris was a lieutenant, a fact you quickly learnt when all the squad leaders had to meet for a briefing. However, it might not have stopped you, you might have just been a bit more subtle about it.

Nevertheless, it was the next day when you got called into the captain’s office. A displeased look and both his and the Lieutenant’s face as you entered.

“I put a lot of faith in you Detective, leaving you in charge yesterday” the lieutenant stated as you sat down.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause a scene, I let my anger get the better of me” you apologise ducking your head, fingers fidgeting in your lap.

“You didn’t just cause a scene detective, you disgraced your squad and precinct!” The captain snapped making you flinch slightly.

“What the hell happened? Because that behaviour isn’t like you” he sighs, his voice softening slightly after seeing you flinch.

“I don’t know…” you start glancing up and seeing the look on their faces that said they didn’t believe you.

“I um…” you start clearing your throat “slept with him a few weeks back, and I gave him my number but he binned it or something” you admit shrugging your shoulders slightly.

“You slept with a firefighter?” The lieutenant asks, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“I didn’t know he was one at the time, but at the training he clearly trying his luck again and then insulted my ability at being a cop” you explain, swallowing the lump of emotion in your throat.

The captain lets out a long sigh as he leans back in his chair, nodding his head gently “well considering your situation I’m not surprised you lashed out, but the method and timing was inappropriate” he sighs.

“I know and I’m sorry it won’t happen again” you promise.

“Good, no matter what is happening in our personal lives we need to remain professional otherwise lives are at risk” the captain reminds you gravely.

“Of course sir” you nod.

“Now while I understand what you did, I still have to give you some form of punishment so you’re on desk duty for the rest of the week” he tells you sitting forward to lean on his desk.

“Yes sir” you agree, relieved that it was so lenient, however you soon realised why.

“It should be harsher, but no doubt you’ll get enough grief from your father to make up the difference” the captain sighs as you drop your shoulders in defeat.

“I appreciate it” you grimace, already dreading that phone call.

“Right go on get back to work” the captain sighs gesturing for you to leave.

“Of course, and sorry again sir” you nod heading back of his office.

You try to ignore the way everyone’s eyes were on you as you walked back to your desk. Sitting down with a heavy sigh.

“Desk duty?” Ben asks knowingly.

“Yep for the rest of the week” you sigh resting your chin in your hand as you leant on the desk.

“At least that’s not too harsh, only a couple of days” Ben points out.

“I’ve yet to face my father yet” you remind him, Ben instantly grimacing.

“Should I start planning your funeral now?” He jokes making you snort shaking your head.

“It might be a good idea yeah, my only request is you play highway to hell at the service” you smirk making him laugh.

“Deal” Ben nods laughing.

Despite the joking between you and Ben the feeling of dread set in as your anxiously waiting the call from your father. As it got closer and close to the end of the week you naively thought that maybe he didn’t care and you wouldn’t have to face him. Maybe he was too busy to deal with you.

That hope was dashed when you got an email Friday evening from the commissioner’s office requesting that you attended a meeting Monday morning. Despite the polite wording you knew this wasn’t a request, it was a demand and you suddenly felt like you were getting called to the principal’s office. Which to be honest was technically true.

So for the entire weekend you were an anxious wreck. You barely slept, you only thought about what would happen in the meeting. Each scenario getting worst and worst. By Sunday evening you were searching up new careers because you were certain you were getting fired.

“What’s with the uniform?” Ben asks when he sees you.

“Meeting my father” you sigh resisting the urge to slump, not wanting to crease your shirt.

“Oh boy…. Um….good luck” Ben mutters wincing slightly.

“Wow thank you for those inspiring words of encouragement” you deadpan.

“Alright c’mon it will be fine, what you did wasn’t that bad, not firing bad at least” Ben points out leaning back in his seat.

“True” you sigh nodding your head “doesn’t make the prospect any less terrifying” you point out.

“You’ll be fine, your dad is a hard-ass but he’s still your dad” Ben reassures you, but you still weren’t convinced.

“Maybe, any way I better go, I don’t want to add tardiness to my list of sins” you sigh standing up and grabbing your hat.

“See you later” Ben smiles giving you a positive thumbs up.

You give him a small salute before heading out, mentally preparing yourself for the next hour or your life. Maybe 2 hours, depended on how pissed off he was. You were banking on the fact he hated firefighters to work in your favour though.

Once you arrived at Boston Police Department HQ it felt like eyes were on you instantly. So, you wasted no time heading up to your father’s office.

“Hi um, I’m here to see Commissioner Y/L/N” you say to his assistant.

His assistant looked up from her screen giving you a quick once over before turning back to her computer “name?” She asks with a sigh.

You clear your throat slightly glancing down at your name badge “um- detective Y/L/N” you say earning an uninterested hum in response.

“Take a seat he’ll be out in a moment” she sighs pointing over to the row of seats.

“Thanks” you mutter turning away from the desk and moving to sit down.

As you sit down you let out a heavy sigh dropping your head slightly as you rung your hands together nervously. The longer you waited the worst it got, feeling like you were sat outside the principals office getting worse and worse.

You sat up quickly when you heard the door to your father’s office open. Standing up to attention when your father stepped out an unreadable expression on his face.

“Thank you for coming down Detective” your father greets holding his hand out.

You clear your throat, quickly rubbing your sweaty hands on your trousers before shaking his hand “not a problem commissioner” you say with a small smile.

“Right this way” he says gesturing for you to head inside his office “thank you Gina” he adds to his assistant before following you in.

You were halfway across the office when you heard the door slam loudly behind you making you flinch. You look over your shoulders and see that the unreadable look on your father’s face was long gone, replaced with pure anger and disappointment.

You were suddenly transported back to your childhood. The numerous times your father sat you down and ripped into you for whatever you did wrong. No matter how small it was. If you’d been difficult for your grandparents or didn’t eat all your veg.

It didn’t take long for you to work out how to avoid these conversations. All it took was you to show interest in joining the police force for it to stop. As long as you were making him proud the pressure on you stopped.

“Sit down” you father ordered, storming across the office to his desk.

“Father let me-“ you start but he interrupts you.

“How many times have I told you to refer to me as my rank at work” he snaps making you physically recoil.

“Sorry Commissioner” you apologies quickly.

“Now do you care to explain why I had Chief Evans on the phone telling me that one of my officers had assaulted his son” you father huffs crossing his arms over his chest as he stared down at you.

You internally curse, of course Chris’ father is the goddamn chief of the fire department. It was just your luck.

“He insulted me, my ability as a police detective” you explain your hands fidgeting nervously.

Your father raises a brow at this “how?” He questions sitting down.

“Um we’d met previously and I didn’t know he was a firefighter and he said I clearly was a bad cop for not realising” you say stuttering slightly.

Your father lets out a deep sigh a look of disappointment clear on his face “is he a friend?” He questions.

“No, not at all” you say quickly, shaking your head.

“Good you know better than that, thankfully Lieutenant Evans doesn’t wish to press charges, and wants to forget about it, clearly got a guilty conscience” your father scoffs shaking his head leaning back in his chair.

“I’m letting you off easy this time, whatever punishment your Captain has issued I’m sure is enough” he says making you sigh in relief.

“But if I heard of anything like this again you will be kicked from the force with immediate affect” he warns with a stern look on his face.

You quickly nod “it will never happen again commissioner, I promise” you tell him.

“Good because you should be better than this detective, I know you have it in you, you could be Lieutenant by now if you applied yourself” he sighs.

You nod adverting your gaze as the feeling of his disappointment crashed over you. Knowing deep down that no matter what you do it would never be enough to please him.

“Now go and I don’t want to hear from you again do you understand me” he says dismissing you.

“Of course, thank you commissioner” you say nodding your head in salute before quickly making his way out of his office.

As soon as you stepped out of the room you felt the adrenaline fading and your defences failing. You quickly made your way through the halls of the HQ towards the nearest bathroom.

Locking yourself in one of the stalls, hand cupped over your mouth as you let out a shuddering sob. You knew you had gotten off easy but it didn’t make the consuming feeling of being a failure go away.

All you wanted to do was make your father proud, and all you did was fuck up. You fucked up when you slept with Chris. You fucked up at the training when you slapped Chris. And you were fucking up because you weren’t progressing up the ranks like you should be doing.

Once your sobs had receded you wiped away your tears with shaking hands and toilet roll. You flushed the toilet before stepping out of the stall, washing your hands as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were all red and puffy, mascara running down your face. You quickly cleaned yourself up to the point that it would be hard to tell that you’d been crying.

You made your way out of the HQ taking a deep breath when you stepped out onto the street. Closing your eyes as you tilted your head up to the sky. Once you opened your eyes back up you spotted Ben stood by his car waiting for you, a sympathetic smile on his face.

“How was it?” He asked cautiously as you walked over.

“Terrible but I didn’t lose my job” you sigh shaking your head.

“Well it’s over now, and it’s getting close to lunch so I’m taking you to in ‘n’ out burger” Ben tells you putting a hand on your shoulder.

“You’re the best Benny” you say with a small smile.

The first thing Chris heard as he stepped the backyard was the sound of his niece and nephews squealing as they ran amok. A smile instantly appeared on Chris’ face when he saw the children having fun.

“Hey! No hello for your favourite uncle?” Chris calls out holding his arms out.

The kids all stop running, turning to face Chris excited smiles appearing on their faces as they ran over “Uncle Chris!”

They all slam into him hugging him tightly making him let out a “oof” at the impact.

He chuckled as he hugged them all back, the two boys clambering up using him like climbing equipment.

“Hey what about me?” Scott complains shaking his head at the kids.

“We love you too uncle scotty” Stella giggles running over to give him a hug.

“Uncle Chris just has a cooler job” Ethan says making Chris snort with laughter.

“You know it, now I’m just gonna say hi to nana” Chris tells the kids his hand running over the back of their heads.

“And then you’ll play with us?” Miles asks looking up at Chris.

“Yes of course, now go on” Chris smiles patting them on the back, gently moving them away.

Once they were gone Chris let out a deep sigh stretching out his back, groaning slightly. He hears Scott snort with laughter making him glance over at him.

“What?” Chris sighs knowing his brother had something to say.

“Nothing just thought your cheek would ache more than your back” he smirks making Chris groan, his arms dropping down to his side.

“You heard about that?” He groans in annoyance.

“Yeah, Dad was pretty pissed about it” Scott laughs making Chris roll his eyes.

“I told him to just leave it alone” he sighed shaking his head.

“Ha! There’s no way he’d leave it, he’d love getting a jab in at the commissioner” Scott scoffs shaking his head.

Chris looks over at him confused “what would the commissioner have to do with it?” He asks.

Scott looks over at him surprised before slapping Chris on the shoulder laughing so hard that he was doubling over. Chris watched his brother completely confused, starting to get annoying the longer his laughing fit went on. Especially when Scott wouldn’t respond to him.

“Seriously what?” Chris huffs in annoyance.

Scott laughs standing back up his hand on Chris’ shoulder biting his lip as he held back his laughter.

“That girl you slept with, the one you couldn’t get out of your head for weeks…. Is the commissioner’s daughter” Scott reveals, Chris’ jaw falling.

“Fuck” he mutters in disbelief.

“Yep you fell in love with the daughter of the one man on earth Dad doesn’t like” Scott smirks “it’s like Romeo and Juliet” he sighs dreamily.

“I’m not in love with her, I’m pissed off at her” Chris states, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You said she could be the 1” Scott points out.

“No I didn’t, you did, plus she definitely isn’t the 1, not after what happened” Chris scoffs.

“What exactly did happen, dad never said” Scott asks, Chris shrugs his shoulders.

“I don’t know, I went over to say hi, she flipped out accusing me of blowing her off and not calling, but I didn’t have her number to begin with, and it all kinda spiralled” Chris explains recounting it all.

Scott frowns as he eyes his brother sceptically “did your anger get the better off you and make you say something you shouldn’t have?” He asks knowingly.

Chris sighs glancing over at his brother “maybe…” he mutters under his breath.

“Chris…” Scott says arching a brow.

“I may have said she was a shit cop, because she didn’t know I was a firefighter” Chris grumbles.

“I would have slapped you too, how the hell was she supposed to know?” Scott exclaims shaking his head.

“I was wearing my cap!” Chris argues.

“You were at a bar, both drunk and practically every guy in Boston owns one of those caps!” Scott exclaims making Chris groan.

“Whatever! It doesn’t matter now! She hates me and I hate her! End of!” Chris states putting an end to the conversation.

Scott lets out an annoyed huff, rolling his eyes at Chris shaking his head. Chris ignores him though walking past him over to his mom, grabbing a beer bottle from the cooler as he went.

“Oh there you are sweetie!” Lisa smiles quickly walking over when she spots him.

Chris smiles going in to hug her but he doesn’t get the chance. Her hands on his cheeks moving his face side to side as she inspected it.

“I can’t believe someone slapped my poor boy’s face” she huffs.

“Ma I’m fine, it didn’t even hurt” Chris sighs.

That was a lie. It did hurt. A lot. You were surprisingly strong. It also bruised his ego.

“I hope she got fired for what she did” Lisa grumbles finally dropping her hands from his face.

“I doubt it considering who her father is” Chris scoffs.

“I don’t care who her father is! I swear if I ever meet her I’ll be giving her a piece of my mind” Lisa huffs defiantly.

Chris chuckles slightly at his over protective mother “I’m sure that won’t ever be a problem ma” he tells her “now can I give you a hug now?” He asks holding out his arms.

“Yes of course dear” Lisa smiles stepping into the hug, Chris instantly relaxing.

“It’s good to see you ma” Chris sigh burying his head into her shoulder.

“You okay sweetheart?” Lisa asks pulling back enough to look him in the eye, a look of concern on her face.

“Yeah I’m just tired, been a long few weeks” Chris sighs shrugging his shoulders.

He wanted to tell her everything but he just couldn’t bring himself to. How could he explain how he’d fucked everything up. How he blew his chance with you, because he was too scared. Because his parents failed marriage left him scarred, and how could he tell his mother that. He deserved the slap you’d given him, he deserved it before he insulted you.

He was so conflicted. He was hurt, angry and lost. The moment he saw you walk into the training in your police gear he was secretly over the moon. The woman he’d met by chance in the bar and couldn’t get off his mind was in a similar line of work. You were someone that would understand what it was like, a relationship between the two of would actually stand a chance. But then the fight happened and you tore it up in front of him. And now he had no clue what to do.

Lisa arched a brow at her eldest son, eyes scanning his face. Chris knew that she knew he wasn’t telling her everything. But thankfully she didn’t question it, probably knowing he’d tell her eventually.

“Okay, well just relax today okay? Spend time with the kids and have fun, and you can always talk to me about anything okay?” Lisa says rubbings his arms soothingly.

“I will, thanks ma” Chris chuckles, Lisa pushes him in the direction of the kids.

Chris turns around and heads towards the children. A smile growing on his face as he watched them run around with Dodger. Squeals of laughter echoing around the back yard. If anyone asked Chris where his happy place was, he would probably say this moment right here. A small part of him wishing he had something like this everyday.

“Uncle Chris c’mon!!” Miles shouted running over and grabbing Chris’ hand and dragging him over.

“Okay, okay” Chris chuckles as he heads over “what are we playing then?” He asks hands on his hips.

“Cops and Robbers!!” Stella exclaims excitedly, jumping up and down.

Chris has to stop himself from rolling his eyes at the irony of the game. Biting his lip as he nodded his head.

“Fine but I’m the robber” Chris sighs nodding his head.

Chris spends the next couple of hours running around the garden, his nieces and nephews in tow. They grab hold of his arms and legs slowing him down as they tried to ‘arrest’ him. Eventually Chris gave in and let the kids lead him over to the playhouse that was they used as the jail. Chris only barely fitting inside, his knees up to his chest and he was glad for all the enclosed spaces training he’d done.

“Kids come get some food” Chris heard Carly call out.

He goes to follow but Miles shut the playhouse door in his face “no you’re in jail!” He told him, Chris’ eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Can’t I get some food?” Chris asks peering out of the window.

“Nope you’re a criminal!” Ethan giggles making Chris sigh.

“Okay” Chris sighed shaking his head feigning disappointment hoping the kids would feel bad.

But they just laughed and ran off towards their mom. Chris scoffing as he looked over to Dodger to see him sat by the window, his head tilted as he wagged his tail.

“So what do you say bubba? Gonna break me out of here?” Chris asks him “I’ll give you a sausage in return” he offers.

At the mention of sausage, dodger barked before dashing off towards the food. Leaving Chris all alone. He glanced out of the window to see the rest of his family laughing at his predicament.

“I think Uncle Chris has served his time now, shall we let him out?” Lisa asks bending over to be eyes level with the kids.

“Hmmm okay” the kids concede.

Chris sighs in relief as he climbs out of the play house, stretching out his back as he stands to his full height. Chuckling when the kids run over hugging him tightly before dragging him back over to the rest of the family.

“There you go” Lisa smiles passing Chris a plate piled high with food.

“Thanks ma” he smiles accepting the plate, kissing her on the cheek.

You were sat at your kitchen table in your apartment surrounded by notepads and textbooks preparing yourself for your upcoming sergeants exam. You rubbed your forehead tiredly as you stared at all the notes you’d made, all of them looking like an alien language now.

You were trying not to panic and have a mental breakdown but it was getting harder and harder. Believing that there was no chance that you’d pass this exam. You would disappoint your father once again, proving that you were the failure he thought you were.

Every mock test you did you failed. And each time it was because of a different topic. Leading you on an endless cycle of re reading each section in your text book, until you practically read it cover to cover.

You blindly reached out to the bowl of snacks that you’d set aside for your study session. Hand grasping at air making you glance over to see the bowl empty. You sigh standing up your seat, your back aching from the hours spent hunched over your books, starting your search for some more snacks. Opening up your cupboards you found them all completely bare, pushing you closer to a mental breakdown.

You took a deep breath sniffling back the tears “nope I’m not gonna cry” you tell yourself shaking your head “I’m gonna take a break and buy some groceries”

Nodding in determination you get ready to head out. You contemplate getting changed into something more presentable, your outfit currently consisting of sweatpants and an oversized hoodie. But you ultimately decide against it, it was pretty late so the store was probably going to be empty anyway. Plus it meant you could get straight back to studying when you got back. Sliding on a pair of old trainers, you grabbed your keys and made your way out to your usual grocery store.

The store was practically deserted when you arrived, the only noise being the beeps from the scanners and whatever niche radio station was playing. You didn’t really come with a list of things to get so you just ended up strolling casually through the aisles picking up whatever you spotted and thought you needed.

You hummed along quietly to the music as you went, picking up a wide variety of snacks and things you needed. Your choice of snacks starting off healthy like granola bars and dried fruit, but soon became less and less healthy. You even picked up a box of doughnuts.

You turned down one aisle expecting it to be empty like the rest. Freezing when you saw someone else stood looking over the selection of crackers. Out of all the people and all the grocery stores in Boston he had to be in this one.

“Are you stalking me or something?” You exclaim, Chris looking over at you in surprise.

An annoyed expression appeared on his face when he realised it was you “no, this is my usual store, has been for years” Chris states gesturing around with his finger.

“Whatever just stay the hell out of my way” you huff walking past him and down the aisle.

You stop glancing around for the crackers you want, an annoyed huff leaving your lips when you saw the only ones left were on the top shelf. You’d have thought with it being so quiet the employees would have restocked by now. You reach up trying to grab a pack, but even on your tip toes your finger tips barely brushed the box.

You were about to give up when suddenly an arm reached past you, grabbing the box. You spin round to see Chris holding it out for you to take, a neutral expression on his face.

“I don’t need your help” you state taking the box from him.

His jaw clenches as he looks down at you, a pissed off expression on his face.

“I think the words you’re looking for are thank you” Chris grumbled.

He was right but you couldn’t give him that satisfaction, not after everything. So you scoff rolling your eyes at him instead. Brushing past him to walk back down the aisle the way you came.

“I don’t get why you’re so pissed at me?” Chris called out.

Your jaw clenches in anger as you spin around to face him. Was he really that stupid, you were pretty damn clear about why you were angry the last time you saw him.

“Because you didn’t call!” You exclaim gesturing over to him “you took my number and didn’t call” you continue, hating the way your voice broke slightly.

You look down at the floor swallowing the lump of emotion that was expanding in your throat. Telling yourself to forget how he’d let you down, made you feel safe, gave you hope and tore it to shreds.

“I didn’t have your number! I wanted to call but I couldn’t!” Chris exclaims, annoyance clear in his voice.

You scoff shaking your head at him “I don’t believe you! I left a note with my number on, I left it on your top so you’d see it!” You shout pointing at his chest.

“Well it wasn’t there when I got dressed and left” Chris sighed shaking his head.

“What? So you’re telling me that some evil gremlin broke into my apartment and only stole one used post it note and nothing else?” You scoff shaking your head in disbelief.

Chris shrugs his shoulders, looking just as lost and confused as you. Clearly unable to give you an answer, or think of a different lie.

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter whether you had my number or not, I took you back to my apartment if you really wanted to see me again then you could have just swung by!” You huffed.

Chris scoffed rolling his eyes, hands clenching into fists. You could see you were starting to press his buttons, and you liked it. He tutted shaking his head as he glared down at you.

“Well I thought just randomly dropping by a strangers apartment would be weird, you know like actual stalking behaviour” he states.

“You know what Evans? Just leave me the hell alone, just stay away!” You growl, matching his glare with your own.

“Fine by me” he states glancing up and down at your outfit choice making you instantly feel self conscious “now go back to picking up some trash food, is that doughnuts I see, typical cop” he scoffs.

“Stay out of my business!” You huff holding your basket out of view “Its just study food for my sergeants exam” you explain, even though you knew you didn’t owe him an explanation.

“Well I wish you the best of luck, because honestly after what I’ve seen, you’re gonna need it” he sneers.

You practically growl at him, yet another jab at your ability as a cop, cementing the fact that you were better off without him “Fuck off Evans” you snarl storming past him.

You headed straight for the checkout not caring if you were missing snacks that you wanted. Because you just wanted to get the hell out of there and away from that asshole Evans.

You got home much quicker than usual, barely unpacking your shopping. Just chucking the packets in the cupboards haphazardly before slumping back down at your kitchen table. You pushed Chris from your mind grabbing a doughnut and got back to studying. You’d show him, you’d pass this exam with flying colours even if it killed you.

A couple days later you were stood inside a convenience store that had been robbed, rubbing for forehead tiredly as you looked down at your notepad trying to make sense of the situation.

“You okay? You look tired?” Ben asks you nudging your shoulders.

“Was up late studying again” you sigh tapping your pen again the pad “I can’t make sense of these descriptions either, everyone is giving a different description of the perp, I can’t put out an APB on this”

“We’ll ask around again try and get some clarification and then send out the details that match the most” Ben suggests, you nodding in agreement as you let out a long sigh.

“Oh that reminds me, I need to find a new grocery store, what’s your one like?” You ask turning to Ben.

“Um fine, why do you need a new one?” He frowns.

“Evans shops at my one and I bumped into him there so I need a new one” you explain with a sigh.

“How did that go? Did you slap him again?” Ben asks with a cheeky smirk making you roll his eyes.

“No I didn’t, I wanted to but I was good and barely even shouted” you state looking up at Ben.

“Hey good job!” Ben cheers making you shove his shoulder.

“That’s him!!” You then heard the store owner shout.

You turn to see a young lad freeze as he went to grab something from the floor. He sees you look at him and quickly swipes whatever it was he was after before dashing out the door.

“Hey!” You shout both you and Ben running out of the door after him.

You follow him down the street of Boston, dodging around the civilians as you went. You were slowly closing the distance when he turned suddenly down an alley.

Thankfully you see a tall metal fence that block his escape. He tries to climb it but falls down to the floor, attempting to crawl underneath but only getting so far before he gets stuck.

“Boston PD! Freeze!” You shout as you run over.

“Yeah I don’t really have a choice!” The guy groans slumping down on the floor.

“Right, c’mon out you come” Ben sighs crouching down besides him.

“I can’t I’m stuck” the perp huffs glancing over his shoulder at you and Ben.

Ben looks up at you his eyebrow raised “right grab a leg” you sigh picking up of the perps leg by the ankle.

Ben stands up joining you, grabbing the guy’s other leg “on three, one, two, three” Ben says the two of you pulling at the guys legs trying to pull him free.

“Ow, ow, ow, stop!” The perp complains when he wouldn’t budge.

You drop his leg with a large sigh, hands on your hips as you caught your breath cursing inwardly. Of course the perp had to get fucking stuck. You glanced over at Ben instantly knowing what he was about to say.

You hold up your hand to silence him “don’t say it” you grumble.

“It’s the only way we’re gonna be able to get him out and arrested” Ben point out making your groan in annoyance “it probably won’t be him that turns up”

“Fine, but you make the call” you concede with a huff.

“Sure, I’ll leave you to question him in the meantime” Ben says nodding down to the perp.

“Deal” you nod in agreement watching as Ben walked back out onto the street.

You sighed turning back round to face the perp, hands on your hips tilting your head as you looked down at his ridiculous predicament.

“Did you really think you’d be able to fit through?” You ask him.

“Yeah, clearly spending too much time on squats” he says making your snort.

“Sure… so what were you going back for?” You ask crouching down besides him.

“My wallet” he sighs making you chuckle.

“You returned to the scene of the crime to pick up your wallet?” You ask shaking your head, unable to work out which was more stupid, the fact he left his wallet or that he went back to retrieve it.

“Yeah I didn’t want you guys to know who I was” the perp explains as you grab the wallet from his pocket

“And how’s that working out for you…” you say pulling out his ID “Jeremy”

“Pretty great I’d say” Jeremy deadpans.

“Back up has been called, should be here in the next 20 or so minutes” Ben says walking back over.

“Hey I’m hungry, can you pass me the jerky in my pocket?” Jeremy asks looking up at you.

“Is it one you stole?” You ask raising a brow.

“Maybe…” Jeremy mutters.

“Then no, we’ll get you some crackers when we’re back at the precinct” you say with a smile making Jeremy groan in annoyance.

While you waited for the firefighter crew to arrive you and Ben sat down and started questioning Jeremy on what was stolen and what he’d done with it all. He co-operated easily, but lets be honest he didn’t really have a choice.

Finally you heard the sound of the crew arriving and walking into the alley. You glanced up to see who it was groaning when you saw it was Chris.

“For fuck sake” you groan, cursing your luck that it was him that responded.

Thankfully when Chris saw you, you could see that he was also annoyed and regretting coming out.

“Right what seems to be the problem?” Chris sighs crossing his arms over his chest.

You raise a brow at him, glancing down at the very obviously stuck perp.

“Do you need glasses?” You ask him scoffing at the question.

Chris sends you a cold glare before turning to the other firefighter.

“Paulie go get the gear from the car, I wanna be in and out” Chris tells him turning his back on you.

“Yeah cause that’s your style” you mutter under your breath, Ben elbowing you in the side.

You glance over at him seeing him shaking his head at you. But he was also biting back a smirk making you smirk back at him. You glance back over at Chris too see him looking over at you. There was a strange look on his face as he looked at you, however when he saw that you were looking back at him he schooled his expression. A cold distant look returning to his face.

Standing off to the side you watched as Chris and Paulie inspected the situation. Taking their sweet time about it. You just wanted to get this over and done with so you could get this guy arrested and get away from Chris.

“Can you guys hurry up and do your job so I can officially arrest my perp?” You huff in annoyance.

Chris glares at you from the corner of his eye, shaking his head slightly.

“Trust me we’re going as fast as we can, why don’t you go get a doughnut or something” Chris snipes.

You clench your jaw in frustration trying to think of a good and witty response but all the ones you had in your head were lame. You could see a shit eating smirk grow on Chris’ face at your silence which just pissed you off more.

“I’m gonna go check on the store see how the evidence collection is going” you huff turning to Ben.

“Sure, I’ve got this handled” Ben sighs nodding his head.

You spare a glance at Chris who had his attention on the job at hand before turning and heading back out the alley. You pause just before your head round the corner looking over your shoulder catching Chris glancing at you before saying something to Ben.

When you announced you were heading back to the shop Chris was relieved. If he’d known that it was you calling in the crew he would have sent someone else instead. Because he couldn’t stand being around you. He hated the way you pushed his buttons and threw accusations at him, he also hated how despite how much you aggravated him he still couldn’t get you out of his head.

“Look man” Ben says grabbing Chris’ attention “I don’t know you, but I know Y/N and you seriously need to lay off her” he states protectively.

Chris raises a brow glancing down the alley towards you, spotting you stood looking over your shoulder at him.

“Why cause she’s the commissioner’s kid?” He asks scoffing.

“No because she’s had a shit few weeks, first she catches her boyfriend cheating while on patrol and then you ghost her like as asshole” Ben states making Chris look over at him in surprise.

You hadn’t told him about that, he just assumed you were single. In a way it made sense, the night that you two met you seemed to be drinking away your problems. You had also mentioned it being a shit day at work.

“Look I didn’t mean for it to happen, I never got the note, why? I don’t know but I’m not the cop in this situation” Chris states “i’ve tried to explain that but she’s refusing to see past something as superficial as my job, so maybe you try telling her to lay off” he finishes pointing in the direction you went in.

Him and Ben have a silent staring contest, neither of them willing to back down. Chris eventually turning when Paul said the gear was ready. Chris sighed as they got ready to cut the guy free, pushing you once again from his mind.

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Along for the Ride PT 1

Pairing: KirishimaxF!Reader

Summary: A drunken mistake had you marking the little Plus One box to your snobby cousin's wedding. Kirishima told you not to worry, if you couldn't find a date, he'd go with you. When the wedding gets moved up, there's absolutely no time to find a date and you're now about to be traveling to America with Kirishima on a private jet no less, dreading having him meet your rude and impossibly arrogant family.

Contains: Kirishima and Reader both come from very well-off families. Plus-Sized Reader. Fluff. Hurt/Comfort.

Warnings: Kinda smutty for a minute. Minors DNI. Drunken Sex. TW: Manipulative Family Relationships. TW: Body Image Issues

A/N: This story has been rolling around in my head for a while now. I might rewrite this and repost. Or I might just post the whole thing soon. I dunno yet. It does get smuttier.

Word Count: 4,974

"What's up with Y/N?"

Eijiro stepped out of the locker room with a towel slung over his shoulder and made his way into the kitchenette where Mina was chugging a bottle of water before getting back to her patrol. His eyes were trained on their mutual friend out on the patio, pacing.

You had your phone pressed to your ear, the high neck of your hero costume unzipped to your collarbone and he noticed your gloves discarded on a chair.

"No clue." Mina shrugged. "She got back from patrol and she noticed a bunch of missed calls from her mom. She's been out there, flailing on the phone for the last fifteen minutes now."

The three of you had met in your second year at UA when you transferred into their class and were quickly accepted by their little squad of friends. You were a bit quiet at first but quickly found comfort in the group. Eijiro had grown especially close to you when you both interned with Fat Gum.

Late nights traveling on the train back to school, a few close calls while helping patrol, and days spent playing cards while you both healed up in the hospital left plenty of time for Eijiro to get to know you better than most. It was how he knew you had a pretty bad relationship with your family, why you hated returning home for the holidays almost as much as you hated any and all forms of tomatoes.

He considered going out there just to see if there was anything he could do but before he had the chance, you were sliding the glass door open. "Oh, good, you're back." He offered you a bottle of water for your throat that he assumed was sore after that argument. "I- um- can I borrow you for a second? Alone?"

Mina snorted a laugh. "If you guys wanna bang it out on the counter you can just say so. I gotta go to work anyways."

Eijiro threw the towel at her as she left the room leaving you two alone. "What's goin' on?"

You hoisted yourself up on the countertop while he leaned against the fridge. "You remember my cousin's wedding that's happening this winter?"

He nodded. He vividly remembered the both of you getting waste a few weeks ago when you were filling out the RSVP and accidentally marking 'plus one'. Then you ran around trying to find White Out but he'd told you if you didn't find a date or have a significant other by the time of the wedding, he'd just go with you.

You argued that your family was bat shit crazy, had more money than they could spend in their lifetime and because of that, they were among some of the rudest people you knew, and you didn't want Eijiro or anyone else around that.

The thing was, Eijiro already knew that and was still okay with going. He came from money too. A lot of it. His family was just more welcoming than yours, the wealth never really going to their heads. But, he reminded you that he'd ran into enough people like those in your family that he knew how to handle them. You finally agreed to let him accompany you, leaving the plus one box checked but the name line blank.

"Well, my cousin just found out that surprise, she's pregnant! And, obviously, she can't have a wedding while seven months along so they've decided to move the wedding up to this weekend."

He nearly choked on his own spit. "This weekend? As in four days from now?"

"Yup! Saturday at 4 in the evening. Oh! No one's supposed to know she's pregnant either. So, I'm just supposed to compliment her on how flattering her dress looks, how thin she is," Your hands strangled the water bottle between them, "And I have to find something flattering to my figure because my mother has seen me in my hero outfit and she's so glad I wear a mask because if anyone knew her daughter ran around looking like I do, well, it'd ruin her!"

You massaged your temples circling back to the actual point, "Anyways, I just wanted to bitch for a sec and let you know you're off the hook since four days is just a little short notice and I told her my plus one wouldn't be able to get the time off that fast."

He pushed off the fridge. "Well, wait, hang on! I'm not letting you go in alone to deal with them! Hell no! You need backup!" You looked almost taken aback by his abruptness, "Yeah. I can work this out. Is the wedding at the same place it was supposed to be or has it moved?"

"No, it's still that fancy lodge in California. I was planning on leaving Friday morning and then coming back either Sunday night or Monday morning since my mother insists I go to their brunch the following day. But, Eijiro, I already have this weekend off..."

"Denki owes me a favor or twelve. He's supposed to be off this weekend too, I'll just see if he can cover me."

"And if he can't?"

"Then..." He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, "Y/N, am I feeling warm to you? I think I might be starting a fever!"

You folded your arms, shaking your head, "Thought you said lying isn't manly."

"Technically, correct. But, what would be real unmanly is for me to let you deal with your family's bullshit all alone." You watched him closely, "To be honest, I'm sure we could just explain you had a family thing come up and asked me to come along for moral support. I don't really think anyone would think twice about it. Hell, you took a few days off to console me when my turtle died suddenly!"

"Eiji, you refused to eat."

"And you brought me my favorite dumplings! Same thing!"

You might have shaken your head at him but your arms opened wide. The telltale sign you wanted affection. He walked forward, consuming you in a tight hug. Your arms latched around his neck, face buried in the hollow of his throat. "You're the best."

"I just do what I can."

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You should have canceled. Instead of Eijiro faking sick to get out of work, you should have faked it with your mother so you didn't have to go in the first place. You crumpled to the floor of your bedroom in pure frustration amidst the twenty or so outfits and dozen pairs of shoes you'd thrown out of your closet trying to find something that your mother would deem appropriate.

It wasn't your fault you had a fuller figure. You worked out, ate right, not to mention your job kept you very active, and yet your, hips, ass, and breasts were by no means subtle.

Your mother had also insisted on the dress being floor-length and modern, "Do try not wearing all black. It's a wedding, not a funeral. And, get your hair looking natural, please." And, just like that, 70% of your wardrobe was out the window!

"It's open!" You called from the floor when the doorbell rang.

"You really should lock this." Mina tutted, walking through the door with a bag full of takeout.

"I do. At night."

"Honey, it's 9 PM."

"Night like bedtime."

Mina just rolled her eyes and walked into your tiny kitchen. "I see the dress hunt is going well."

"I actually figured it out!" You got off the floor, careful not to step on a heel as you made your way to the pink haired woman, "I'm just gonna go in my birthday suit. I figured, my mother made my body technically therefore she can't disapprove of it. Because, you know, she's never done anything wrong in her life!"

Your best friend snorted out a laugh and passed you the take-out container stuffed full of stir fry. "you're a wonderful person, you know that?" You loved the fact Mina didn't even have to ask what you wanted.

"If you'd just move closer to work then you could pick it up yourself and I wouldn't have to bring it to you."

"Too expensive." You declared after a mouthful. "You pay almost twice as much as I do per month and I just don't see the point. I have damn near the same amount of space you do for half the cost!"

You adored your small one-bedroom apartment. It was perfect. Right above a bakery that you visited each morning after your run and a little balcony that provided you with the most stunning view of the sunset.

"You and Kiri, I swear." Mina just shook her head and curled up with her food on the loveseat. "I thought he'd end up with the biggest house out of us all the moment we started making that real Pro money. You've seen his parent's house. It's massive! You could get lost in that place!"

Eijiro's place was barely bigger than your own. He lived in the same condo he had since you'd graduated UA, claiming it was perfect for him in each and every way. But, you knew that he donated a sizable amount of his paycheck every month to charities, the same as you. With savings to spare, neither of you saw the point in hoarding it and therefore the small condo was all he could afford with what he actually kept.

"Just don't understand how a guy that big can live in such a tiny little space. At least with you, it's you know, physically feasible."

Eijiro's bedroom was barely large enough to fit the king-sized bed the man needed to sleep comfortably and even then, his feet were dangerously close to dangling off the bed. And, as if the man's ears were burning, your cell phone went off under a pile of discarded shoes.

Shark-E: Figured out your dress situation? If not, I'm just gonna pack like ten different ties and hope for the best.

You: Yeah! I totally did! I'm just gonna wear this birthday suit I got and call it a night.

You chuckled at your own joke all over again. Watching the grey ellipses appear and then vanish, appear and vanish again. After a third time, you took pity on the man.

You: Joking, Ei. I still don't have it figured out but Mina's over so, hopefully, she can help.

Shark-E: Gonna give me a damn heart attack! Seriously, I wouldn't put it past you just to see the look on your mom's face. Tell Mina hi and good luck to you. I vote the dress from the Hero Gala two years ago.

You: Hi from Mina. Can't. Too much boobs.

Shark-E: You take that back right now! There is NEVER such a thing as too much boobs!

You chuckled to yourself, putting your phone down, and then finished off the last of your delicious dinner, thinking about the dress Eijiro mentioned.

You wondered if maybe there was a way you could make the thing work but it was so very low cut. So much tape had been used to make sure no slips happened but damn was it worth it! The beaded bodice with the sparkling long sleeves, gods, how you loved that dress.

"I'm inclined to agree with our shark boy. You're busty, who gives a damn. You looked hot as hell in that dress."

"My mother, that's who. As much as I'd like to not give a flying fuck what she thinks, for some dumb reason, I do. On top of her telling me that the amount of cleavage I would show would be vastly inappropriate for a wedding, she'd also say the way it hugs my hips makes them look too fat."

Mina rolled her eyes. "She's such a piece of work." Pushing herself up, she held her arms out to you, wiggling little pink fingers for you to take. "Come on then. Let's get you sorted."

"What about that one you wore to the charity art thingy with Kyoka last winter? The one with the silver top."

"Silver is too close to white." You called out from within your closet.

"What! Not true!"

"You know that. I know that. Every person with two brain cells knows that, which is why most of my family does not know that."

"Fine..." She whined and started sifting through the opposite end of your closet. "Oh, what about this?" Mina waved about the blue and green plaid skirt that made up your uniform from your middle school days when you lived in America. "Please try this on. I'm begging!"

You were pretty sure it wouldn't even go over your thighs anymore.

"It's got a better chance of fitting you!"

Mina threw it at you anyway. Slipping off the sweats you wore, somehow, someway, you were able to tug it on AND get it zipped, barely. It no longer covered your ass but you still enjoyed the way it swished around when you wiggled your hips.

"You could be fulfilling so many people's fantasies right now." Mina mused.

You pulled the skirt off and sweats back on, throwing the former back at her. "Yeah, you can take it and go fulfill Hanta's fantasies if you like. Not like I've got anyone to impress." You pulled down a dress you bought on sale a year ago but Mina was quick to dismiss it.

Too puffy, she said and then held up one that was from Momo. "I needed to get it shortened and I don't have time for that now."

"Wait..." She hummed and dropped the Momo dress. "I know what it should be!"

Mina hurried through the closet, grumbling about not finding it. "Just tell me which dress and I can tell you where it's at."

"It's that one you got for grad night and then you got sick and couldn't go!"

"Mina, Mina I can't wear that! That's actual vintage, not like, made-to-look-vintage!"

"But it's so elegant and has that off-the-shoulder sleeve thing. The wedding is at a damn sky lodge! It'll look so pretty in the snow! Ah! Found it!"

She yanked up the long, elegant gown from the garment bag you'd never removed it from. There wasn't a single wrinkle in the burgundy fabric. It looked just as beautiful as the day you found it in that second-hand store, on a mannequin with gaudy stage jewels that you just had to buy so the look was complete.

You ran the back of your hand over the velvety fabric, soft to the touch. "It'll be too tight now. If I was the same size I was at graduation-"

"Bullshit!" Mina cut you off with a dismissive hand, "You've got hips now. We aren't 18 anymore! It's not like it's some clubbing dress. And I bet no one would say a damn thing about your figure if they knew how easily you could crush them with those thighs!"

A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. Without quirks, you gave every single one of your classmates a run for their money in hand to hand. Most were fairly easy to beat. You could usually take down Eijiro in about five or six minutes and Katsuki in half the time. Funny enough, it was Ochaco that gave you the hardest time.

"I'll consider it. But help me find something else just in case."

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It was another two hours before you finally agreed on an a-line, empire waist green and gold number that had been the bridesmaid's dresses for Tetsutetsu's wedding. Mina thought they were a crime the first time they had to wear them, she had no idea what you were thinking.

That's why the moment you were preoccupied with trying to find yet another dress for the Sunday brunch, Mina pulled out her phone.

You: DO NOT, under any circumstances, allow Y/N to wear the green dress. She's bringing two because she can't decide. Red is the winner!

Jaws: Aw, come on. If she likes it, let her wear whatever she's comfortable in. She'll be under enough stress already.

You: Kirishima, it's the dress from Tetsu's wedding. The one that looks sparkly baby food.

It took him a second to respond.

Jaws: Alright. Understood. I thought you guys looked good but damn, she hated that dress.

You: We all did.

Mina looked at the message chain again and couldn't help but asked, "Are we just gonna ignore the fact that you and Eiji are flying all the way to America, last minute, to attend a wedding together, even though you're not together?"

"We've flown to the states before."

"For work!" She sat up eagerly. "This is different, Y/N! This is a date and not just a, like, casual date but a wedding date!"

You poked your head out of the closet. "No, it isn't. This is a friend helping another friend who stupidly mismarked an RSVP." You corrected very plainly but Mina wasn't one to give up so easily.

She whined, dragging out your name, "You guys have been doing this thing for ages. Why do you have to be so stubborn about it all!"

"What's that supposed to mean!"

Mina started ticking off points on her fingers. "He was the first person you opened up to at UA. You saved his life when he was busy saving Katsuki's life second year. You spent all that time interning together, became sidekicks together. Went to America together for three whole months, ALONE, and you honestly expect me to think there's nothing between the two of you!"

The truth of it all was simple really; 17 year old you had a massive crush on Eijiro Kirishima. He was sweet, always listening to you, providing comfort when you needed it, and always encouraging you to push your limits. He was bright and honest, a little slow in the head from time to time but that made him all the more endearing.

He was also head over heels in love with Katsuki Bakugo.

It was why you never made a move. Never spoke a word of the feelings you harbored. You didn't dare to cross that line with him because you couldn't ever hold a candle to the explosive man.

In the three years Eijiro and Katsuki spent together, your brain finally started registering Eijiro as just a friend, nothing more, and certainly nothing less. You thought your heart had followed suit but it was becoming more and more apparent that wasn't the case. Because the night he showed up at your door, tears in his ruby eyes, every lock you put on your heart broke open.

The same way you couldn't hold a candle to Katsuki, Eijiro couldn't hold one to Izuku. You knew exactly what he was feeling even if you never intended to tell him. Too overcome with fear. If Katsuki came back... that'd be it. Eijiro would go back and you wouldn't even blame him!

Still, the redhead consumed a decent chunk of your heart though, you couldn't deny that after the three months you spent together in America, gathering intel on a smuggling ring, living in the same apartment. The groggy, 'good mornings' when his voice was still scratchy with sleep, hair falling in his eyes. The late nights bandaging wounds and killing cheap bottles of wine while watching terrible American reality shows.

It was those bottles of wine that did you in on your second to last night in America. Supplying you with courage and draining your sense of reason, allowing you to crawl onto his lap, into his arms. You could still remember the pressure of his lips on yours, those sharp teeth gently dragging along your lower lip.

Scared hands tracing the curve of your ass before taking handfuls to squeeze. The laugh that came from you was unlike anything you heard before, something so genuine that you couldn't reproduce.

How it felt when he lifted you up and took you to his bed, laying you down taking his time removing your clothes, and watching with awe as you pulled away his own. The way he looked over top of you, his hair a curtain of red around you just before you closed your eyes, gasping while he filled you.

You also remembered the guilt that crept into your head during the wee hours of the morning, the doubt that was louder than the snores coming from behind you.

It made you slip from under his massive arm, gather up your clothes from his floor, you tucked the blanket around him, and pressed a kiss to his temple before padding out of the room.

You told yourself you'd talk to him about it if he brought it up, but he never did. Not the next morning, or night, not on the plane ride back home, nor anytime since. It was a memory you'd hold close to your heart, one you wouldn't let slip away or share.

"There's nothing there, Mina. We're just good friends is all." You lied with a smile on your face, something that had become surprisingly easy to do.

If only you knew that Mina saw right through it. That Mina already knew the truth of it all.

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It was nearly one in the morning when your phone rang. The goofy picture of Eijiro with face half painted at a festival a few years back never failed to make you grin.

"It's a little late." You answered by way of greeting.

"Don't pretend like you were anywhere close to sleeping, you little night owl."

Chuckling at the nickname that had followed you since high school, "What's up, Eiji?"

"I was going over flights. You said in the office that you wanted to leave on Friday?"

"Yeah. I have patrol tomorrow and I didn't find any flights after 6 PM so, Friday is the earliest."

He was quiet on the other line for a moment. "Yeah, you don't have patrol tomorrow, or work at all for that matter."

You sat up a bit straighter in bed. "Um, yes I do."

"No, you don't. I called Mina, asked her if you'd mind taking that shift for you and, since she knows what's happening, she agreed the extra day for travel would do you some good. So, she's covering you tomorrow then you're off work until next Wednesday. As for me, thanks to all that overtime I put in when Denki, Kyoka, and Hitoshi got married, the three of them are splitting up my days so I have until Wednesday too."

Eijiro sounded impossibly proud on the other line, you could almost see the smirk on his face. "You've got this all planned out, don't you?"

"And a bag nearly packed. Just need you to tell me what ties to bring."

"Gold, burgundy, and black."

"Thought your mom said no black for you?"

"She said no black for the wedding. She said nothing about black at the brunch!"

You couldn't wait to put on the tea-length dress that had been a favorite for years. Satin with a lacy top and, best of all, pockets.

He let out a rumbling laugh that fell off into comfortable silence as you laid back in your bed, lights still on, the room still a mess. You tapped the speaker icon and laid the phone on the pillow right beside your head, listing to the various sounds of Eijiro moving around.

A door creaking open, a hanger clattering against another, and a zipper. "And just like that, I'm all set."

"Don't forget your passport or hero license."

"I have one in my wallet and the other in my backpack."

You swiped up on your iPad, off Netflix, and going to google, lazily searching through flights. "So, did you find any good flights since you've clearly been looking?"

Another chuckle, "Eijiro, why are you laughing?" More stifled giggles had you sitting up in bed again. "Just tell me a site you were on. They're just flights, what's so funny?"

"There isn't a site."

"You said you were checking flights."

"And I was... on my family's jet."

"Eiji! No! No, no, no! That is supposed to be for their business or hero things! My stupid cousin's wedding is neither of those things!"

"Relax, Y/N. My family has multiple and they don't have any business trips planned right now anyways. I already cleared it with my mom. Seriously, I just mention your name and she's likely to let me have it for a whole year at least. Plus Todoroki's is back up in working order so the agency is covered too."

Damn, why'd he have to be so good at planning from time to time! You'd completely forgotten about the second jet his family had. Always opting for the larger one since the few missions they needed it for required them to bring fifty or so heroes along.

"Besides, if we fly private, we can land at an airstrip closer to the venue and won't need to drive four hours on top of a ten-hour flight."

"Alright, okay, thank you but, let me take care of the rental car, please. It's the least you can let me do."

"Deal. I just have one more question for ya."

"What's that?"

"Wanna leave tonight?"

You nearly dropped your damn iPad in shock. "Eijiro! What the fuck has gotten into you! It's the middle of the night!"

"I'm excited!" He boomed, "I haven't had a vacation in months!"

"I hate to break this to you, buddy, but this isn't going to be a vacation. You really shouldn't get your hopes up. This isn't going to be a good time with laughs and fun memories... my family, they just, they aren't those kinds of people."

"But we are." He stated matter-of-factly. "If they want to have sticks up their asses then let them! We'll have a good time on our own, laugh and make fun memories! So, what do you say, Y/N? I can be at your place in fifteen. I just gotta put shoes on and grab my keys..."

"Wait, hang on. Are you forgetting that we need someone to, oh, I dunno, FLY THE PLANE! Actually, we need two someone's, can't forget about a co-pilot!"

He hummed happily and you rubbed your temples. "You, you have a pilot and a co, don't you, Eiji?"

"Mhm! There is a company we use. Two can be at the hanger in an hour and every hour after that. I just have to make the call and get the flight plan approved which will be done before I even get to your house."

There was literally no reason to say no. You had mostly everything packed, nothing you needed to get from the store, all you had to do was put on pants and pack up your hygiene bag and you were ready too. Maybe getting there quicker and getting the whole thing over with would be better than staying home dwelling on everything.

"Better put your shoes on."

The glee in his voice, that was enough to make this whole thing worth it, "I'll see you soon."

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Eijiro reached into the backseat and plopped a bag down on your lap the very moment you were buckled in. "Had to make a pit stop." He explained.

"It's after two in the morning, where'd you have to..."

"Just open the bag and don't complain."

You found it filled to the brim with all your favorite snacks.

"I'm sure the plane will have a bunch of snacks we can raid but I know for a fact they don't have these." He held up a pack of cookies and creme flavored pocky that had been his favorite for as long as you'd known him, quickly followed by your favorite flavor too. You also found a massive bag of gummy worms and jolly ranchers.

"So, what you're telling me is our teeth are going to rot by the time we land? Not that I'm complaining."

You ripped open the bag of ranchers knowing that was what he'd go for first and sure enough his hand dove inside just as he pulled away from the curb. You could hear his dangerously sharp teeth biting through the rock candy like it was nothing while you still rolled one around your mouth.

Eijiro asked you about the resort you'd be going to, wondering if you'd been there before or what other stuff you guys could do when you weren't dealing with your family. "I figured we could fly back Monday night or Tuesday morning, you know, just play it by ear in case there was anything else we wanted to do."

More than anything, you wished you could just leech a little bit of that excitement from him. The glimpses of his smile you caught as you drove under the street lights made your heart ache.

"What?" He asked with that wide smile of his. You'd been caught staring, red-handed.

"I, uh, I just don't know what to tell you."

You could see the subtle change of his grin, watch as it softened and his hand came to rest on your thigh. "Hey, it's gonna be fine! And if we run into them while out doing stuff, you can just avoid them or hide behind me!" At least hiding behind Eijiro is an easy thing to do, damn mountain of a man.

His thumb slowly brushed back and forth. "'S gonna be okay. I'll beat 'em up if they're assholes!"

You snickered at his Katsuki impression and let the drone of the radio fill the air around you both. Enjoying the silence the rest of the way to the hanger with Eijiro's hand atop your leg.

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[ameliora-j]

before i fell // dm x reader

words: 2.8k

warnings: angst, talk of a breakup, mention of loss of virginity, mention of not eating, mention of not sleeping, pansy is kinda ooc and so is draco, the slytherins are assholes

a/n: i used a lot of olivia rodrigo lyrics bc i listened to SOUR while writing lol. lmk if i should add other warnings and happy reading babies!

you would be cliche and say that you fell in love the way that you fall asleep. slowly and then all at once. but you couldn’t because you didn’t. it wasn’t a john green novel and you weren’t hazel grace lancaster. falling in love wasn’t simple, and that description of it truly… didn’t describe anything. falling in love was more complicated than that. there were more layers to it than that. falling in love was rather… quick and unexpected. unexpected like snow in the middle of march. or rain when there’s not a cloud in sight. quick like waiting months for an event and finally when the time comes, it feels like you blinked and then it was over.

falling in love with draco malfoy was all of these things and more. falling in love with draco malfoy brought upon more layers than that. falling in love with draco malfoy brought pain. not just any kind of pain, no… horrible, heart wrenching, gut twisting pain. pain that began by bubbling itself in your chest right at the center of your heart, then slowly but surely worked it’s way outwards. encapsulating your entire body and making every inch of your body ache. pain like when you get attached to a character and the author kills them off. pain like when you finish your favorite book and you realize that you’re not truly in that universe and none of that actually happened. pain like when you’re two hours, fifteen minutes, and twelve seconds into avengers: infinity war and peter parker says “mr. stark, i don’t feel so good.” pain that you’ve never felt. pain that can’t be described. pain that you felt for days. pain.

you thought it was strange when the platinum blonde slytherin sought you out. he came to you one day while you sat silently at the black lake. you were alone, but only because you liked to be. you had friends of course, many actually, but you chose to be alone. the black lake was your place of solace. then along came draco. he sat beside you, a good distance away, but his presence was known. you looked to him for an explanation but he offered none. just smiled at you and turned to his notes, so you did the same. the second time he came, he sat closer, but still in silence. the third time is when he struck up conversation.

“yln, yeah?” he questioned.

“yn, actually. but yes, yn yln. and you’re draco malfoy?” you asked.

“i am,” he smirked at your knowledge of his name and then you returned to your studying. after that, the two of you talked every time he came and sat with you. short discussions about the weather or the potions assignment. you don’t know when, but soon they became longer. discussions of your day and your family. your interests and how you got your name. how you loved the rain and the stars and how you loved hogwarts, but you often missed home. draco knew you inside and out and you knew him—and before long, you called the tall, skinny blonde your boyfriend.

you walked the halls of hogwarts together, hand in hand. draco walked haughtily with a hard scowl and you with a bright smile. while you walked cheerfully and waved to your friends and to first years while draco glared at anyone who dared look at the two of you. he took you to parties in the slytherin common room and you wore his jersey proudly at quidditch games, even when he played against your house. he bought you lavish gifts at all of your trips to hogsmeade and he showered you in kisses, praise, and affection. you were whole heartedly smitten with the sole heir to the malfoy fortune.

it was one fateful day in the common room when your heart absolutely exploded. that was the day you knew that you fell in love with draco malfoy. you had been a thing for about two, going on three, months. you were sitting in the slytherin common room, reading in silence when he asked. you were pressed against his chest and he pressed a soft kiss to your head. “‘ve been meaning to ask you something,” he murmured gently. this caused you to close the book and turn your full attention to him. “want you to wear this,” he said, holding out a ring. “it’s the malfoy family crest.”

your stomach and your heart exploded into billions of butterflies and you launched yourself forward, straight into his chest. millions of emotions overcame you as you squeezed his neck as tight as possible. you nodded into his neck as a few stray tears fell. he kissed your head repeatedly as he slid the ring onto your finger before pressing his lips to your’s gently. you giggled excitedly as you stared down at the ring on your finger. “do you like it?” he asked you.

“i love it, dray. i love you. thank you s’much,” you confessed for the first time as you cuddled back into his chest. you don’t know what it was that made the blonde boy seek you out, but you’re glad he did. if only you knew the true nature of his intentions. but alas, you were oblivious.

it was the beginning of the school year, on the train to hogwarts. in the compartment of what was labeled as “the slytherin squad.” there sat theo nott, pansy parkinson, blaise zabini, and—your now boyfriend—draco malfoy.

they were all sitting around, taking the piss out of draco for all of his past failed relationships when it was brought up. “i’ll bet malfoy couldn’t get a girl to fall in love with him if he paid her,” theo spoke.

“i’ll take that bet,” draco countered.

“alright. but we get to pick the girl,” blaise decided.

“what?” pansy asked as theo began to look around the compartment. it was a few minutes before he found the victim. it was then that your fate was sealed. there, sitting in the back corner, head tucked deep into a copy of the fault in our stars, was you. you. awkward and quiet. you with seemingly no friends. poor little unsuspecting you.

“that one,” nott smirked evilly.

“what the weirdo?!” draco exclaimed incredulously. “no way!”

“so then you forfeit?” blaise asked, causing draco to release a frustrated exhale.

“alright i’ll do it,” he rolled his eyes.

“then we give you five months. make yn yln fall in love with you in five months and we’ll do your homework for the rest of the year,” theo posed.

“and if i don’t?” draco asked.

“and when you don’t… thennn,” blaise taunted as he searched for a deal that was fair.

“then we get two hundred galleons each and you have to apologize to potter for making his life hell,” theo smirked. draco scoffed at this and rolled his eyes, but nodded nonetheless.

“and what are my conditions?” he raised an eyebrow.

“she has to say it first. you can do anything you want or need to get her to say it, but you cannot say ‘i love you’ first,” blaise spoke.

“this doesn’t seem fair to yn,” pansy piped in.

“shut your mouth parkinson. no one asked your opinion,” theo growled with a roll of his eyes. but it was too late. there was absolutely nothing the girl could do to get the three to change their minds. she just had to sit idly by and watch draco malfoy break your heart as she said nothing. she wished that she could stop it, but their minds were made up. and the three of them were very stubborn.

it was a few days after draco gave you his ring when your bubble came crashing down. you were walking to meet draco at your spot at the black lake when blaise and theo intercepted you. you knew who they were, of course you did. they were your boyfriend’s best friends, however why they were currently speaking to you, you had no idea.

they told you it would be quick. that they just wanted to show you something in the slytherin common room and left little room for argument, so you had no choice but to follow them there. they sat you on the couch and began to discuss your relationship with draco. you were very confused and had no idea why you were here. “so… draco hasn’t told you?” blaise mocked a gasp of shock.

“no?” you raised a soft eyebrow as you stared on. this made theo smirk evilly as he pulled up a projector and pointed his wand at it. a picture appeared, it looked like a memory. “what’s this?” you asked before the boys urged you to ‘shh.’ you sunk further into the couch as you idly watched on.

you truly weren’t paying attention untill you heard the voice of your boyfriend. the words he spoke stung. you were soft. emotional. the way he spoke about you absolutely crushed you. it would crush anyone, but it shattered you especially. “she’s so fucking weird!” “i’ll take that bet.”

‘s all you were. all you ever were. just a stupid belt. another notch in his belt. it was that moment that draco had barged into the common room. but by then, it was already too late. the tears had already sprung to your eyes and you were preparing for a torrential downpour as you heard his voice. “i’m out!” he announced breathlessly. he froze in his run as his eyes fell on you and what was playing on the projector currently. “bunny…” he whispered softly as his hand touched your shoulder, but you quickly jerked away as if his hand had burned you on contact.

“don’t call me that. don’t touch me,” you demanded as the tears began to fall. “that’s all i was? a bet?” an involuntary whimper sounded from the depths of your throat. “i feel so stupid.” you shook your head.

“no, bunny please listen to me,” you didn’t allow the boy to finish as you wrapped your arms tightly around yourself.

“don’t call me that!” you demanded. “in fact don’t call me at all. don’t… don’t talk to me draco. ever again. i can’t believe i fell for your stupid joke. i feel so… i feel like an idiot,” you spoke. you shook your head, hastily wiping at your eyes untill you saw stars. it was then that you decided to walk away.

“YN STOP!” draco yelled. “LISTEN to me,” he demanded.

“NO!” you shouted as you turned to face him finally. “godric draco, i wish you would’ve thought this through before i went and fell in love with you,” you sniffled as you wiped your snot on your sweater sleeve.

“yn please just let me explain. please listen to me, please,” he begged.

“i feel like you betrayed me,” you shook your head. “i told you everything. you were my everything. draco i loved you. i actually loved you. i thought you loved me too but i guess you’re just a really good actor,” you sniffled once more. “i hate you draco. i really fucking hate you. i don’t want to hear your bullshit explanation because i know that you’ll never feel sorry for the way i’m hurting right now.”

“it was a bet!” draco shouted as you walked away, hand on the door knob. you scoffed as you muttered a sarcastic, ‘no shit.’ “that’s how it started yes, but then i got to know you. i figured out who you were. i learned that your favorite color is yfc and that you prefer night over day because you love the stars and that your favorite star is scorpius and you would name your son after that star one day. i learned that you love to read and you love when it storms but you're afraid of the thunder. you only dance when you’re drunk and you giggle when you’re nervous and i love that giggle. with everything in me i do. your favorite book is yfb and you choose to be alone but you let everyone be your friend. you’re gorgeous. inside and out and while it may have started as a bet, somewhere along the lines i fell in love with you so yn please. please don’t leave,” he whispered the last part as his voice came out broken.

you took a deep breath in before you began to speak. “you couldn’t have cared less about someone who loved you more. i’d say you broke my heart but you broke much more than that,” you shook your head as you furiously wiped at your eyes again. “i gave you my all draco. you were my first everything. i gave you my virginity for merlin’s sake. all to find out that i was just some stupid bet,” you scoffed.

“yn please believe me when i say that you’re so much more than that,” he begged again. “i came to tell them that they won. that i wanted out because i fell in love with you too!”

“it doesn’t matter if you don’t see me as a bet any longer. the fact is that you did. i’m worth so so much more than that.” your breaths were ragged as you spoke. “i really wish that you had thought this through before i went and fell in love with you.” you repeated with a small sniffle. “don’t you think i loved you too much to be used and discarded? don’t you think i loved you too much to think i deserve nothing?” you were openly sobbing at this point.

“yn please believe me when i tell you how sorry i am…” he spoke softly.

“don’t tell me you’re sorry. feel sorry for yourself. because someday i’ll be everything to somebody else,” with this you turned away from him. you hastily opened the door and practically ran out of the common room and away from him.

at that moment you decided to forget about it. draco, and the bet, and love, and everything. like in the vampire diaries, you decided to turn your emotions off. you laid in your dorm crying for hours before you made that decision, however. your dorm mates checked on you often, but you never offered more than merely a half hearted shrug, letting them know that you were still alive, but barely breathing. you skipped classes and meals. you were a mere shell of yourself. it was about two weeks before you could face draco again. and even then you couldn’t truly. you went into the great hall and found “the slytherin squad” sans draco.

pansy looked at you sympathetically while theo and blaise basked in the glow of their new victory. you pulled the ring off carelessly as you stopped in front of them, hair disheveled and uniform askew. you had dark bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep you’d gotten in the past fourteen days and your eyes were rimmed red with the weight of your emotions. “c’you just give this back to malfoy,” you murmured half-heartedly as you dropped the ring on the table in front of the three. just speaking his name brought you pain.

your shoulders were sunken in defeat and you were but a shell of your usual cheerful self. you don’t even know when the last time you saw daylight or had fresh air was. “wait yln,” pansy called hesitantly. you turned to face her, still staring down at your mary janes as you pulled and twisted your fingers untill you heard your knuckles pop. “you… you really love him, don’t you?”

you just shrugged your right shoulder as you used the heel of your palm to wipe the snot from your rapidly reddening nose. “i was just some stupid bet,” you replied as tears begin to spill rapidly over your waterline.

“if it’s any consolation… it was those two bozos’ idea,” pansy told you as she pointed to blaise and theo.

“doesn’t matter,” you murmured. “he’s still a traitor,” you answered as you walked away, forgetting all about the slytherin prince and his stupid friends. forgetting all about how he hit you with a train of his “love.” forgetting all about how for three months he was your everything. forgetting all about how he wrote to his mum about you and you wrote to your parents about him. forgetting all about draco malfoy. the platinum blonde boy with stormy grey eyes who had a long story buried beneath his haughty exterior. the boy who you called your first. your first kiss. your first time. your first love. forgetting all about the boy that made you fall in love just to tell you it was all a bet.

attempting to revert back to how you were before you fell.

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One kind of intern

(A/N): This was requested by @greenslifestuff :) It took me a week or two because I had to interact with my friends in order to get the inspiration I needed 😅 Summary: The team gets to work with a gen z teenager. Let’s see how that goes.

Warnings: Swearing and gen z humour

Wordcount: 2k

✨Masterlist✨

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“Team, this is (Y/N) (L/N). She will be interning for the upcoming three months alongside this team. (Y/N), these are Agents Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, Derek Morgan and Doctor Spencer Reid and our Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia”, Hotch introduces a teenage girl to his team like this happens every day.

“Wait Hotch, we don’t get interns. What is she going to do, no offense, but getting us coffee or what?” Morgan eyes her suspiciously. She looks like any teenager grabbed from the street. A band t-shirt, a torn pair of jeans and a cup from starbucks in her hands. Nothing you would expect to even enter a federal building.

“No offence taken, Agent Morgan. I know having an ugly pickly bitch working with professionals seems weird. It’s just I have summer break and I thought it would be a good thing on my resumé if I already interned in the FBI, because I just graduated and I wanted to go to the academy this fall. But if you wanna do a vibe check with me first, that’s fine by me. Whatever floats your boat.”

The room falls silent. Then out of all sudden everyone turns to Garcia, who puts her arms up in defense. “I don’t even know half the things she said, ask her yourself.”

That’s how the BAU gets their first contact with Gen Z culture and let me tell you it is a wild ride, so buckle up your seats, drink your tea up because we aren’t going to make any stops.

“(Y/N), I need you to come with me. We are going to the M.E. getting the latest reports from our last case”, Morgan tells her while passing her desk. In the blink of an eye the teenager is ready, putting her denim jacket with various pins and bits of patches on.

“Derek, can we get starbucks on the way back? The pumpkin spiced latte is back on their menu and I am on withdrawal. Pleaaaaaasseeee”, she looks at him with a pouty face. Morgan smiles. “Ok, under one condition: We both get one, take awesome pictures and send them to the group chat and then we act like we didn’t get them anything, but we actually buy them their usual.” He got the hang of it pretty fast. “Deal, Sis.”

While they are in the car on their way to the M.E. the agent groans. “Ugh, road work ahead.” “Uh yeah, I sure hope it does!” Morgan eyes her from the side. His whole demeanor says ‘old and confused’.

“What was that, kid?” But (Y/N) begins to laugh. “Don’t you know vines? Short dumb and funny clips people made?” It’s safe to say that this afternoon he learns to speak in vines, getting on Rossi’s nerves because nothing makes sense anymore.

“Ok, I heard you wanted to become a profiler. So I thought I would show you some old cases and then you try to figure out the profile. I’ll present them to you like I do to the team, alright?” JJ and (Y/N) sit in her office, safe from curious eyes. “As right as the law, Ma’am.” 

“Good, this is a case from several years ago. It happened here in D.C. Three men were murdered execution style in the middle of the night in an alleyway. They were all from different backgrounds. The only connection between them was that they were evicted for some form of sexual harassment or assault. The UnSub also had a signature: A shot into their groin while the men were alive.”

Unfaced by the presented facts (Y/N) pops a piece of gum into her mouth. “It do be like that.”

“What?” “I mean, it’s obviously a woman. She experienced any harassment or assault herself. She also has excess to the files, I assume she works as a paralegal, since most of them are women. Female serial killers are extremely rare, but they are better organized. The only thing left to say is good for her getting revenge.” The blonde looks at the teenager with wide eyes.

“I-I guess but you know you can’t say anything like that to Hotch, do you?” She asks concerned. “JJ, I’m dead inside, not dumb. I know this.” But the agent shrugs. “Good. Though I really want to see his face.” “Mood.”

Penelope Garcia is the closest one to relate to Gen Z culture, since a great part of her time is spent on the internet. She happily learns about all the phrases and their meanings as well as the newest trends and hypes.

“Purp is sus, I tell you”, is heard from the lair into the hallway. Spencer and Derek look at each other with concern on their faces. “Do you think they are alright or do we have to-” “IT’S A SELF REPORT I SWEAR PENNY! YOU WORK WITH PROFILERS IN GANDALF’S NAME!” Spencer’s question is answered by that.

“Baby girl, crazy girl, are you doing good? Do you need help or something?” The older one asks warily. But it’s drowned in another screaming match. “I TOLD YOU PURP WAS THE IMPOSTER BUT YOU HAVE TO TELL THEM I VENTED WHEN I DIDN’T! I WANT ALL TIKTOKS I SENT YOU BACK!” “YOU DON’T DARE TO REVOKE MY TIKTOK PRIVILEGES!” “WATCH ME GARCIA!”

“Whoa girls, what about taking a break?” Morgan tries to diffuse the situation. “Yes, I think JJ got new pictures of Henry and Emily brought cookies this morning”, Spencer adds.

The girls, who mere seconds ago were ready to jump each other's throats, look at the other one. “You get the cookies and I go to JJ, deal?” (Y/N) asks. “Deal!” Without sparing the boys another glance they run out of the lair. Their devices are still lit up. A red figure shines into their faces. ‘AMONG US’ is written underneath it. “I think we get too old for this stuff, don’t we Reid?”

Spencer always thought he was young. Of course, his mind is older, but physically he is not that old. But the intern proves him wrong. And boy is he wrong.

“Spencer, is there anything interesting to know today?” (Y/N) takes a seat on his desk, distracting the genius from his paperwork. It is a common occurrence for her to go to him to ask for a fun fact.

“Do you wanna learn something about sloths?” His knowledge (or the writer’s) on this subject is astonishingly big.

“Spill the tea, sis.” “Did you kn- What? But I don’t have tea to spill. And I don’t wanna spill anything, I-” Reid rambles in confusion.

“It’s just a saying, Spencer. There is no deeper meaning to it then ‘Tell me everything about it’. You know, it’s mostly used for gossiping, but I don’t really like to gossip. That’s why I use it in a different context. You got it?” (Y/N) explains it to him in a soft manner, knowing her generation can be complex.

“Yeah, I think I do. Thank you for telling me. I really like the phrase. It has a nice ring. What about you spill the tea about all the phrases you know and I tell you some things from my knowledge?” “I think you got yourself a teacher, genius. But now tell me about the sloths, I love them.”

A few days later Rossi catches her doing some weird moves. “Are you having a seizure or what is your problem, youngster?” Even though he tries not to show it, David took a great liking to (Y/N), thinking of her like a granddaughter. Still, most of her actions confuse the hell out of him.

“I’m practising a dance for tiktok. My friends and I worked on a choreo we wanted to film later. Come here, I can show you.” And that’s what she does in the conference room. The teenager walks him through every move of the choreo, explaining the meaning to it and how it correlates with the song.

“And then you move your arm like that. Exactly like that! You did a great job, David! Are you sure you don’t want to come with me later? We can make you your own account and name it ‘Grandpa-on-tiktok’. You can promote your books over there and it’s a way to float with the trend!”

Seeing her this excited Rossi can’t do anything but agree to the idea. Also, he secretly liked doing the dance thing. It made him feel young again.

“(Y/N), you said you graduated this summer. But your file said you are 16?” Emily asks her one boring day filled with paperwork and countless cups of coffee. “It is what it is”, she mindlessly answers, too focused on filling out the work in front of her.

“I mean yes but how?”

“Emily, smart people exist. I know, coming from me hits different, but here we are.” Finally (Y/N) puts her pen away looking at the raven haired woman.

“What are you talking about? I can’t really follow you.” The more the intern says the more confused gets Emily.

She sighs. “I don’t want to leave you on read here. I kind of am smart somehow. Apparently I was smart enough to skip a grade or two. But it’s no biggie. Many peeps do this, so I don’t sweat it.”

“Even though I feel like you are selling yourself short here, I know you are an incredibly intelligent person. Someday you will be an awesome profiler and any team will be lucky to have you. I really hope we will be the lucky team. But I’m still not sure if this is what I should say in this context.”

“Emily, you are goals. This fam is squad goals. I really hope to be a part of this someday”, (Y/N) admits. “I’m sure Hotch will do his best to get you on the team, you became a great part of it. I can’t imagine a future without you.”

Sadly Prentiss has to get used to a time without the team’s beloved intern. On her last day (Y/N) knocks at Hotch’s door.

“Hey, I wanted to say thank you. The time with you and all the others was amazing and I learned so many useful things for not only the academy but also for my daily life. I really had a glow-up here”, she says after coming in.

Hotch motions towards the chairs in front of his desk. “Take a seat, (Y/N). I got something for you. See it as a compensation for not getting paid for your internship. You really did great work and a better job than some agents, who are doing theirs for many years already but don’t know half the stuff you do. You are a valuable member to the team.”

“Wait, you speak in presence tense. I leave you all this afternoon, you know that, do you?” But the Unit Chief only gestures to a white envelope on his desk. Quickly the teenager takes it and reads it.

“Are you serious Hotchner? Because I will cry you a river if you joke”, she threatens him.

“I’m dead serious, (Y/N). Even though half of your talks are difficult to understand, the other half is twice as useful and important. Additionally to that, you are like a fresh breath of air that the team needed. That’s why a place here will be available for you as soon as you graduate from the academy. I trust you that you will pass with flying colors, I had to promise that to Strauss.”

“Of course, Hotch. I swear on my Animal Crossing Island that I will do my best and more. Thank you so much”, she leaps into his arms.

The others watch the interaction from the bullpen, pretending to not get teary eyed. Their favorite Gen Z Kid will come back to them after all.

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Okay, you know about the clone “traitor” Sargent Slick, right? Is it bad that I want to see him as the center of a Yandere’s affection?!?? It would be funny if the Yandere was a Jedi, members of the 212 or both

Kind of clonecest, not very explicit but kind of implied

Yandere tendencies, drugging, obssesion if you don't like don't read

"Come out come out wherever you are!" Jester called out jovially.

"C'mon Slick, if you come out now we won't be as harsh as the others," Slick heard Chopper say as he walked past his hiding spot, Slick held his breath as he waited for them to finish checking the room he was in.

"At this point, we are going to think you actually like how harsh they can get," Jester said with humor in his voice and Slick couldn't help but stare daggers at them.

*Bullshit, Jester and Chopper are just as bad as the others,*

*Although at least they are honest with their sick feelings,* Slick thought with disdain as the bite on his left shoulder ached, still not having healed due to how deep Sketch had bitten him.

But as he waited for them to finish scanning the room from the vent Cody entered just as they were both about to leave the room making Slick want to slam his face in frustration.

*Dammit Cody can't you look for them when they aren't here??* He thought bitterly but remained still to not draw their attention by accident.

"Have you had any luck?" Cody asked them and they shook their heads.

"He's always been good at hiding," Chopper said.

"Yeah but Gus has always been better at finding him, maybe we should have him search for him?" Jester commented but Chopper shook his head.

"For him to keep Slick for himself?"

"Last time that happened Slick was in the medbay for an entire week," Chopper reminded.

"What about you commander?" Jester changed the subject.

"I'm afraid he managed to disable the building's heat sensors, I have some men trying to fix them but he sure knows how to handle the tech," Cody answered.

"We should hurry up and find him already, I bet Punch is this close to tearing the place down to just find him," Jester said as he chuckled.

"I agree, we've found nothing in this area, let's move to the next one," Chopper said and they all quickly left the room, Slick remained still as he waited to hear the sound that meant they had locked the area up.

But as he was about to move again he felt a knife being held against his throat as the weight of someone fell on top of him.

"Slickity Slick, finally alone," Slick recognized Sketch's voice.

Slick remained still, he had learned that Sketch could be either the tamest of the squad or the craziest and there was no in-between, and right now Slick could tell he was in crazy mode.

"Get off of me," Slick said with his sergeant voice which worked sometimes.

"Oh my, you using your sergeant voice on me?" Sketch said as if exited.

"You sure know how to please sir," Sketch said beside his ear.

"Last time Gus got to have you himself, but now it is my turn," He said and Slick felt the knife move from his neck to his back, and Sketch trailed his back with it, and it was in moments like this where he hated that the air vents were big enough for Sketch to sit on top of him comfortably if the place was smaller he could deal with him easily.

"But don't worry, unlike Gus I know how to take care of my canvas, I promise I'll make it fun for both of us," Slick then felt something being jabbed into his leg, this made him react and manage to get Sketch off of him due to him getting confident.

*Sketch may be good at immobilizing his opponent but he always gets way too confident,* SLick thought as he jumped off the vents and into the room with Sketch following closely.

Slick kept Sketch at a distance as they began circling each other.

"Nowhere to go sir," Sketch pointed at the door's control panel that was clearly locked.

"I really don't get it, why are you trying to get away from us sir?" Sketch asked as he held the knife ready to pounce.

"You're really asking that?" Slick asked bewildered as he scanned the room in search of something that could give him the upper hand.

"We've done nothing but love and care for you, well Gus can get a bit ahead of himself but still, he apologized and made up for it,"

"Last time I checked breaking someone's bones and slashing them isn't very caring," Slick bit back.

"And for that, I truly apologize sir, but you just.....you drive us crazy," Slick felt his stomach turn at Sketch's lovesick smile.

"I betrayed you all, I got so many killed and I don't regret it, how can you say you love me?" Slick asked as he spotted a crate he could use to knock Sketch off of his fit, giving him enough time to climb back to the vents and leave Sketch locked out.

"We know how unrepentant you are about that, and this made it that so many wanted you locked up forever or just killed, but we couldn't let that happen, oh no,"

"We lost you once, we weren't going to lose you again, and maybe that's why we're a bit rough with you from time to time,"

"So please, just stand down sir, and let us love you," Slick glared at Sketch's words, Sketch had always known how he wanted to be loved after the war and had been using it against him since the start of this sick situation, he had even come to pity the Jedi although he hated the fact, but his heart had ached when he saw a little Jedi being dragged to solitary where he had seen others come out trembling and with dry tear's stream on their faces.

"Even I know this isn't love Sketch,"

"How damned messed up are you all for someone like me to say that this is messed up," Slick said as he took the moment to move for the cart which he quickly slammed into Sketch who fell to the ground alongside the heavy cart, giving Slick time to jump up to the vets.

But as he began climbing up he felt his grip loosen out of nowhere, making him fall hard to the ground, he tried to get up as soon as he hit the ground but his movements suddenly became sluggish and slow, giving Sketch enough time to once again jump on top of him, pinning Slick down.

He tried to struggle but it was as if his body was under sand and not listening to him anymore.

"What the hell!!" Slick exclaimed enraged as he finally looked up and stared at Sketch who looked at him smugly.

"It seems that my sergeant didn't notice the drug I gave him, you are getting a bit rusty aren't ya Slick, before you would have noticed before I even managed to get it into you," Sketch teased as Slick glared at him.

"And now that you are immobilized I should take you back," Sketch said as he spared a single glance at the door.

"But it seems we're locked in until someone comes for us, who knows how long it will take until then," Sketch then took a hold of his right hand, pulling it to hold it against his face.

"Don't worry sir, I'll make sure you don't get bored in the meantime," Sketch then dropped his hand and used the knife to cut through his upper blacks, revealing his chest.

This made Slick shudder as the cold blade of Sketch's knife began trailing his chest.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt, I wouldn't want my sergeant to feel anything but good," Sketch gave him a smile before a sudden feeling of warmth shot through him, making Slick jolt in surprise as he saw the insition the knife had made.

*Why isn't it hurting???* Slick wondered alarmed.

"Oh, you must be wondering why it feels warm?" Sketch asked as he noticed Slick's face after making another cut.

"The drug I gave you, it does more than just paralyze you, it also messes with one little sense of yours," He said as he trailed his chest with his hand.

"Can you tell me sir?" Sketch asked as he stared at Slick before smiling like a little kid.

"Your blushing so hard!"

"How cute," Sketch patted Slick's head.

"You know you can still talk right?" And in fact Slick had not realized until Sketch informed him, it must have shown in his face as Sketch chuckled.

"So now, tell me, how does it feel?" Sketch then made another cut that made more warmth fill Slick but he kept his mouth shut as he glared at Sketch.

"Don't worry, by the time I'm done you'll be more than just agreeable,"

Timeskip

Punch ran towards where Sketch had informed them he had Slick, way ahead of his squad, desperate to make sure Slick was alright.

"The door in this area are closed you'll need my-" Cody called but Punch didn't wait, quickly tearing the panel off and using the circuits to override it, by the time the others watched up to him, the door was already open and Punch was running inside.

When the rest got there they found a peculiar scene, with Slick passed out with his upper blacks torn down and his chest bloodied as he was cradled by Sketch.

"Sketch, what the hell did you do!" Punch chastised as he looked Slick over like a mother-hen.

"I had a small session with Slick, don't worry I, unlike Gus I know how not to truly injure him," Sketch said with a calm smile.

"Hey, it was one time!" Gus protested.

"That doesn't make me feel better," Punch muttered as he pulled Slick away and began looking at his injuries.

"You don't have to believe me, but when he wakes up I believe he'll be much more...." Sketch began as he tried to find the right word, his squad paying him complete attention until he finally decided on the right word.

"Honest,"

Headcanon time

I've written most if not all yanderes as the kind who do not like hurting their darlings and will only do so under extreme circumstances or to just make them a bit sick, and even so they will feel guilty asf

But with Slick?

Oh boy, he got the short end of the stick

His squad are the sadist yandere kind

They love having him try to run away and them catching him, having a mouse and cat game

I decided that since in the one episode we get to know Slick's squad, Chopper and Jester are the most open about how sadist they are, why?

Well because in the episode Chopper is the one who cleaned his weapon right after every mission without missing a single time, I see him as the kind of yandere who knows the best places to injure his Darling without risking his health, so most of the injuries he causes are broke bones and bruises he gives strategically to get the most out of it

While with Jester he is the one who had been collecting battle droid's fingers, you bet your ass he has a shrine of Slick, he has some of Slick's spare black and one of his armor's gloves, but the rest are straight-up blood vials, streaks of hair that he just pulled out of Slick's head and his most prized possession is a smile bottle he managed to fill with his tears

But the other three, they try to keep up the act they aren't as messed up like those two, but Slick's hates them the most for that.

Sketch loves to use Slick's skin as a canvas where he carves different things, not deep enough so it won't leave a scar, but also likes to mess him up with drugs alongside Punch to try and break him.

Although he also wants Slick to appreciate and be able to enjoy their "love", so he started to use the drugs to make him start associating the pain they cause him with love and.....pleasure.

Slick used to be the closest with Sketch, they both confessed many things to each other, and Sketch completely abuses the knowledge he acquired.

Punch is kind of the caretaker, he isn't a medic but he does know when the others begin to get a bit far and how to patch Slick up.

Even if he isn't a medic clone he did help the medics many times, this made him interested, and begin to study under Coric when he had the time

This led to his major interest which was botanic and chemistry, he knows how to make and mix drugs for Slick and their squad's "bonding" sessions, his biggest aspiration is to make a drug he can give Slick continuously to keep him docile yet still able to bite back.

Gus is the one I found the less information about so I decided to make him the most fucked up out of them all

He's a biter and scratcher, any injury he can cause with his own body he will inflict it on poor Slick

Even if Slick is passed out, it won't stop Gus, who is the best at finding Slick

The others at least have some self-control, Gus doesn't and well, it's not like the others do much to stop him at first

They use his lack of restraint to inflict what they can't themselves on Slick

In other words, Slick is in for a hell of a time

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