#if getting carries away was a crime i’d be in jail

[oqal]

If Reagan and Brett ever got together in show canon, how do you think the show would do it? I personally would love a cliche thing that is also somehow non cliche? Like miscommunication (which I personally love but know a lot of people hate) but in a way that would be making fun of the trope as well. Probably in the middle of something super intense like preventing the planet from being destroyed or sm

honestly there are so many cute cliches i have in my mind for if and how they get together

like i totally think brett would pine for reagan first, like staring at her lovingly when she’s not looking, sitting next to her asap, he’s already her fluffer i mean

i really like to imagine it slips out one night when they’re chillin together, watching movies, drinking, just having a good jolly time and she’s talking about those awful romance movies and how horrible it would be in one and brett is like yeaaahhh haha horrible 👀 awful movie

but then he totally tries it for like a week, pulling strings, trying out these awful stunts, and at the end of the week they’re all just no-show failures, brett just wanted to show her romance film-lensed glasses are actually cool. he’s all in this weird get-up with some crazy pink tuxedo, a big background of a beach, a rocket, and she’s like “brett what the fuck are you doing?? what is all this crap??”

he’s sweating like “UH uhh. well i just. i wanted to pull off a romance movie week! but it didn’t… go well.” like something falls from the ceiling behind him and crashes LMAO

reagan is like why??

and he closes in on her and is like “because romance movies are cute and cheesy! they’re heartwarming, filled with adventure, because they have good plots, slice of lifes, i wanted to show you because!!”

and she raises her brow like “because of what?”

and he’s a little embarrassed but is like “because…because i like you.”

reagan is BLINKING like what. WHAT. but then they kiss or fuck or smth

#asks #breagan family #if getting carries away was a crime i’d be in jail

[inkribbon796]

Egotober 2023 Day 4, Date Night with the Dooms

Summary: Silver and the city might not be having a good time, but Dark is as happy as can be.

A/N: This is a carry over from Day 3

Prompt: Happy

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Mark got the alarm from the cops while he was on his drive to get late night groceries. Wilford and Dark had the downtown area. Dark was clearly under the influence of Wilford’s aura more than usual, making him more dangerous than normal.

So Mark found a place to randomly park, got changed inside of it, and as Silver flew off to find them.

“SAM, get me good news,” Silver said. “Where are those bastards?”

“They seem to be over by the Westen Bridge,” SAM said. “Bing also sent a message saying that they’ve been having issues with an eco-terrorist in Gainesville. He will need you on call when you’re done.”

“Damn, when it rains, it pours. That will be a while, tell Abe I’m coming his way.” Silver flew around buildings. “How many casualties?”

“Five confirmed, two cops, three civilians,” SAM said.

“Dammit,” Silver picked up speed, flying as fast as he could as the bridge slowly came into view.

It turned out that Silver didn’t need to make it all the way to the bridge because he spotted Dark emerging from one of his portals. A mad smile on his face and violence in his eyes.

His dark grey coat and black hair billowing in the night air. His blue and red chromatic copies stuttered out around him. His aura coiling around him.

And Silver shot over to him like a bullet.

He wasn’t sure if it was an illusion or if his haste made him easier to spot, but Silver seemed to go through him and Silver skidded to a stop.

“Shepherd, did you bring your child again, or have you come to fight me?” Dark said, already moving.

“He’s not mine, he’s not involved.” Silver didn't know where Wilford was but he couldn’t just let Dark get away from him. And if Ethan was here, Mark was going to lose it.

Or Dark was trying to throw him off his game.

“Well, I’d like to stay and chat, Shepherd, but I have business to attend to.” Dark then opened up a portal and Silver tried to grab part of him. Managing to snag him by the arm and throw him away from it.

“You’re not going anywhere but jail,” Silver said, relishing in the visible impact Dark made. A nice reminder that the creature who terrorized his city since before he was born was not invincible.

Before Silver could go to grab him, he paid for his hubris and was attacked when aura snagged him at the cape and throat.

Wilford drove his face into the concrete roof. “How dare you fuck up date night!”

Using as much strength as he could muster, Silver got out of Wilford’s hold.

Wilford grabbed Silver in a headlock and smiled at Dark. “Darkling, if you want to run ahead, I’ll get rid of the riff raff.”

“How you’re able to brainwash him into doing this is beyond me.” Silver was barely able to keep Wilford from choking him out.

“Pay him, no head Darkling, run along, I’ll catch up.” Wilford grinned and Silver could feel it in his aura when he did it.

Instead of insisting to do his own dirty work or making a passive aggressive comment about Wilford, Dark laughed.

An actual real laugh from the literal demon mob boss crime lord. Dark let out a mad cackle, sounding every bit like the supervillain he was.

And then he was gone, throwing himself off the rooftop, like he needed to walk anywhere.

Wilford smiled at Silver. “See? He loves date night. Look at how happy he is.”

Silver began fighting, taking way too long to try and follow Dark. He was way too buzzed on Wilford’s aura to be safe for anyone’s wellbeing.

When Silver broke away, he looked towards the direction Dark had gone. He expected Wilford to jump him. When he didn’t, a pit felt like it was dropping in his gut and Wilford was gone.

Starting a full hour long goose chase that ended outside the home of the current mayor. A man who has been under Dark’s thumb, taking bribes and threats to do whatever he wanted.

In the end after Silver had found where Dark had gone, only one other person died that night. This death seemed to be the most gruesome of the night.

The cops and three civilians had been quick deaths. Wrong place wrong time, all by Wilford’s hand, or rather his gun.

This one was Dark’s doing, and the carnage and slow death proved it.

Gatling, Bob, was outside the house with Abe. The city in its uneasy normal. The rampage seemed over.

Silver was furious and upset at how unable they’d been to do anything. And this hadn’t been the first time. They needed someone who could follow auras and they needed it desperately.

Bob looked just as uncomfortable. “Look, I know he was corrupt as fuck, and so is the entire council board, but at least he was alive.”

Just boiling in rage, Silver thought things over for a bit. “We need to call Marvin.”

“Right now? It’s like three or four in the morning for him?” Abe said.

“I don’t care, we don’t have a tracker and all of the Septics can see or feel auras. Even Schneep can. They can afford to lose one of them, I don’t care which at this point. There’s no way we’re getting J.J, so we go for either Chase or Marvin. And Chase has an actual civilian life, so Marvin is our only chance.”

Bob looked even more uncomfortable but he sighed. “Okay, we’ll try.”

Silver made the call, knowing what a long fight he was about to get himself into.

Back at the Manor, Dark and Wilford came tumbling out of a portal. Wilford a laughing mess and Dark more of a smiling one. Their hands intertwined. 

Dark’s office was still the disaster they had left it in.

“You have fun, Darkling?” Wilford kissed the back of Dark’s hand as their fingers stayed intertwined.

“You know what?” Dark said, only starting to come down off of his intoxicating high. “I did. It was a lovely evening. I got to put the city back in its place and now I don’t have to keep paying that skidmark of a creature to do what I want.”

“Simply lovely,” Wilford said. “You were amazing as always.”

The madman made a noise as Dark pulled away to look around the office.

“I was, wasn’t I?” Dark smiled to himself. “And I’ve been thinking.”

“Love it,” Wilford sat back on Dark’s desk.

“My city has gotten a bit too high and mighty, time to show the heroes and the police just really rules this town,” Dark said, his mad smile still on his face.

Then his aura turned a bit more blue.

Dark changed his form to look more human, warmer. A crisp black suit and doe-like brown eyes. An old form, an old face. “I think this city needs to be taken in a new direction.”

Wilford froze, as if his twisted mind was trying to grasp onto something, but he just smiled and cupped his hands around Dark’s face. “Simply divine, as always, my darling. I think this calls for a celebration, I’ll get Yan and the boys,”

The madman hopped off the desk and rushed out of the office to round up their adopted wards. At least all the ones that were still awake.

Dark watched him go for a bit. His blue soul echoed out from Dark, looking after Wilford with dangerous longing. Dark easily pulled the long-dead mayor back in before he could spoil his evening. Dark was in a good mood, and he refused to let that change the night.

#Egotober 2023 #Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Darkiplier #Wilford Warfstache #silver shepherd #Darkstache #date night #murder husbands

[weirdlet]

Tuesday Game: Glory

A brief flashback/montage of when your character’s favorite sin was either first indulged, or in fact became their favorite.

I had initially said Vanity, before I really knew how wildly it was going to affect our characters, and before I’d really figured out that Glory was trans.  Now I figure, he jokes that his sin is Vanity as a cover to the fact that it’s really Wrath.

   A devil-child flaps up into the rigging, hair snarled around a comb, little fingers clinging to the spars so that even if Uncle or one of the aunties wanted to climb up after her, there’d be no pulling her from her hiding place without teasing her out like a burr.

“There’s no hiding what you are!” auntie Alys shouts- thin and sharp, a reed men like to break without knowing that her inner pith will have her standing true long after they are gone.

“An exotic around here would bring in the kind of money your mama could retire on- all of us could!”

Wicked child, devil-child, she puts out her forked tongue and hisses, then wraps her wings around herself like a dragon, tiny selfish thing.  There’s no hiding what she is.  No farmer looking for an extra pair of hands for her, no tanner’s apprenticeship or cabin-boy’s post.  Can’t waste looks like these on calluses and windburn when a gold-painted chain and fake runes make a concubus for the night- or they will when she’s a little older.

   The first man who puts a hand on her loses it.

Uncle finds him a position as cabin-boy after that- practically gives him away.

   “There’s no hiding what you are!”

Killer.

Worse, killer of someone just important enough that their body dumped in the canal got *attention* rather than just a shrug.  The guards have bitten hands and lashed faces, and that’s why he’s dumped into the Proving Ground- the one source of entertainment the people stuck on this rock, jailed and jailers alike, have.

The captain had sailed on without him the day of his arrest- no hiding what he was.  Too visible to risk sneaking him out, too known of a crime to be caught ameliorating with bribes and favors.  

Again.

The crowd roars, and his opposite grips a knife made of glass and rope.  Hell-kin that he is, his horns and nails and teeth are considered to be enough.

His wings, snapped open and taut like sails in a storm, carry him like a falcon diving despite the chain at his ankle.

Might as well give the people what they want.  No hiding what he is, after all.

   “There’s no hiding what you are,” the blessed man says, thumbing tears off his cellmate’s face.  The soft glow has faded, a king’s ransom of divine glory spent in a prison cell, by and on tattooed criminals.

The young man spits out leather, pierced through from biting during his trials, and breathes deep and easy with barely a stretch of new-healed skin.  A flat blank canvas awaits him when he looks down, his own to show off what *he* cares to display to the world.

“You’re perfect.”

He’ll get his first new scar there tomorrow.

   The lie comes easy after all this time.  Painted up in bright colors and jingling metal, swaggering up with an easy grin full of sharp teeth- people take it at face value when he says his favorite sin is Vanity.  When really, what throbs below the surface, what’s kept him alive all these years is 

Wrath.

#I think this works

[farfromstrange]

Foreigner's God: Chapter 11

Main Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x OFC

Chapter Summary: Hunting down one lead leads to another, but this time, Eliza gets knocked down hard. A ghost from her past returns. It's bound to lead her down an even deeper rabbit hole. Can she prevent the disaster that is looming on the horizon?

Warnings: drugs, language, a lot of plot, Matt's wound up and he says some things he shouldn't

Word Count: 16.1k

A/n: it’s less the title that fits, it’s the song. some of the lyrics spoke to me during the climax of this chapter.

Read Chapter 11: New Invention here on AO3!

18+ MINORS DNI

The darkest parts of Hell’s Kitchen are the most terrifying, even with the sun on full rise. There was little tourist activity, the streets were chronically empty and when someone did end up walking the streets, they were most likely carrying some kind of weapon.

Eliza supposed this was the place where Daredevil mostly operated. He never swayed further than Hell’s Kitchen, and there happens to be enough crime to go around in that part of New York for him to be satisfied for years to come. 

“Where are we going?” Foggy asked her eventually. 

They reached the brownstone. It looked all the same, old and broken down, and the homeless people on the front steps were still the same crowd she’d left back then. 

“Here,” she answered. 

She smelled the heroin reek through the cracked windows, fixed with newspapers like the works of an amateur. 

“Here? Are you sure? This is a drug den.”

“Exactly. Don’t tell Matt.”

An addict in a drug den has the same energy as a lamb in a lion’s cage. The door opened and a man stormed out. He had the pockets of his hoodie stuffed, his face pale, and sweat all over his body. When he saw her, he panicked. She wasn’t sure who he thought she was. He didn’t recognize her, she was sure of that, though it kind of seemed like it for a second. She opened her mouth to ease his conscience, but the man ran before she got the chance to speak.

She caught the closing door, still trailing after the man. She decided it was his choice like it had been hers. She wasn’t allowed to make conclusions or to judge. Part of her wanted to run after him and offer him redemption, but who was she to offer him the same thing she refused herself to achieve? Alcoholism was as much part of addiction as consuming other substances was. Alcohol made her forget. Sobering up had been the hardest thing she ever had to do, not to mention the withdrawal and physical side effects. She was proud to have overcome it, but she was nothing but a hypocrite in the end.

The wooden tiles creaked under their shoes. She met an even heavier whiff of freshly cooked heroin and crack. The grainy scent of weed clung to the ceiling. She stepped through the smoke. Drugs mixed with vomit – the blend made her want to throw up, too. 

Foggy tripped over what seemed to look like a bag. Her hand shot out to catch him. “Careful,” she said.

“Thanks.” He shook the hair out of his face. “Man,” he asked, “What’s that smell?”

“Some heroin and cooked cocaine, I suppose.”

“So, crack?”

Eliza snorted - the reaction to hearing something funny, may I add; she did not snort cocaine. “Yes, crack.”

“Are you sure you should be here?” he questioned. “With your history and all.”

“I shouldn’t do a lot of things, Foggy, doesn’t mean I won’t do ‘em.”

“Yeah, I figured. Considering we had to bail you out of jail the first time we met.”

“Guilty as charged,” she said.

“You know,” – she wasn’t exactly sure what told him that they could have a full-blown conversation in the middle of a drug den – “The way Matt looks lately I’d say you’re doing a pretty good job at showing him a mirror.”

“How so?”

“He seems to have developed the ability to actually care for someone as deeply as he cares for you, and while he has tried to push me away again, he didn’t. This is the first time he actually lets me help. All thanks to you. I think… yeah, Matt is starting to become more human.”

“He’s always been human,” Eliza stated. “The state he’s in… all this pain, it’s what makes us human in the first place, so there’s no one quite as human as someone who has suffered the pain of two lifetimes. And he’s lived just a little over thirty years, so of course, he is the way he is.”

“You sound like you know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, well, the only difference between me and Matt is that I’ve never been human and I probably never will. That makes him so much stronger than anyone else. You know why?”

“No, why?”

“The things he had to suffer through should have killed him, but they didn’t. He’s still here. He’s still standing. If I were him, I don’t know where I would be right now. I guess that’s why he acts that way around me; he knows I know what he’s going through, and he knows that I can catch him if the need arises because I’ve been through it many times before. I know what it’s like to feel broken beyond repair. Trust me,” she stopped in front of the stairway at the end of the hallway, “There is no one more human than Matt Murdock.”

Foggy scratched his neck. “Wow,” he muttered. “I actually haven’t thought about it like that before. Now that you mention it though…”

“He just doesn’t want to lose you,” she answered his unspoken question. “The only reason he treats you this way. I’m not saying it’s right, I’m just saying that Matt requires an ungodly amount of patience. He’s afraid the people he loves will eventually leave him, that’s why he never tells them. He’s trying to show it, but he can’t do that either because the only person who’s ever shown him, real love, died when he was a kid. I wouldn’t take it personally.”

“I’m not. It’s just… it’s hard. I can’t fight for him if he keeps breaking my back. You know what I’m saying?”

She nodded gently. “I know. Just,” she said and leaned into him, “Don’t leave him. You and Karen, you’re all he’s got.”

“What about you?” he asked.

“We all know how this is gonna end,” what she hadn’t dared to voice before became shockingly clear. It hit even harder than the drugs in the air. “He’s gonna need you guys when I’m gone,” she said. “But let’s face it, once this is over, I will be gone. There is only a five percent chance I will actually survive, and that is kindly put.”

Foggy stopped her before she could ascend the stairs. “Eliza,” he called softly.

“Foggy?”

“Don’t say that. This is not over, okay?” He grabbed her by the shoulders. His soft eyes bore into hers. “And don’t you dare say you’re gonna die. I won’t allow that. Not on my watch, young lady!”

She chuckled. “You can’t change the inevitable.”

“How are you so calm? Stop it!”

“I’m just facing the truth,” she said. “That’s my life. I’ve been prepared for my life to end my whole life. As someone who’s never quite felt human or like she even belongs here, I’m okay with where this is heading. And what’s more human than dying?”

“You know, if you only took me with you to tell me that you believe you’re gonna die and you don’t want to hurt Matt,” he took a shaky breath, “this was a real dick move.” He looked so hurt like this.

“I’m sorry,” Eliza sighed. “I just thought it’s best to tell you in case this all goes downhill today or- or even tomorrow. I’m not sure, I just got a bad feeling. You’re the only one with a clear mind right now, Foggy,” she said, “and I think you’ll understand what I’ve just told you once you need to.”

“I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do with this info now,” he said truthfully.

“Don’t say anything. Shit hasn’t hit the fan yet. I’m trying to hold on to hope as long as possible, but my gut is hardly ever wrong, and it’s telling me that this – all of this – is not gonna end well.”

“But we can talk about that when it’s time.”

“Sure. When it’s time.”

“Which, hopefully,” he said, “is never.”

She chuckled, her mind absent. She was floating somewhere over the Grand Canyon. Her headspace was undetermined. She wasn’t sure what to believe in anymore, so she simply stopped. Hope was nothing but empty promises now.

She waved for him to follow her up the stairs. “C’mon,” she told him. “We’ve got a job to do.”

Foggy wanted to push the conversation away. He refused to believe that this was the direction she had set sail on. He refused to believe that there was no other way. And no matter how many times she told him not to worry about it until the time came, he couldn’t stop replaying her words over and over in his mind, suddenly overcome by nausea and the looming feeling that everything was about to change very soon.

Eliza guided them up the stairway to the first floor. There was a commotion in the hallway. She pressed a hand to Foggy’s chest and pushed him against the wall, the doorframe making him almost invisible to anyone coming at them. She pressed a finger to her lips. He nodded. He knew what that meant. 

She slid her hand around the gun in the back of her pants. The barrel was cold against her heated back. “Hi,” she said casually. The two men guarding the door turned at the same time. “I’m looking for Royal?” 

They huffed. Their automatic weapons were charged and ready in front of them. 

“Who are you?” one of them asked. 

“A well-paying customer. Who are you?”

“Yeah, right. As long as you don’t have an appointment, we have to ask you to leave.”

“Appointment? What is this, the doctor’s office?”

The other scowled at her. “Get lost!”

“Okay.” She pretended to turn away, the hold on her gun long gone. The men chuckled at each other; they were making fun of her. Eliza sighed. “Why does it always have to come down to this?” she said. “Don’t you guys know any better by now?”

“Lady, we told you-”

“I know what you told me,” she landed her elbow in his nose, then went straight ahead to kick his partner’s side flat with the sole of her boot, “but I simply don’t care.” Her fist was finally enough to leave them motionless on the floor. She unloaded their weapons and tossed the ammunition to the other side of the room. 

She waved at Foggy. He followed hesitantly, his satchel a pathetic excuse for a shield. At the end of the hall, they stepped through the door into the makeshift office. The man she was looking for stood at the wooden table, bags of white powder and green leaves scattered around. “Royal,” she called out. The man flinched, ready to grab his gun. The barrel clicked against the back of his head. “Na-ah.”

He lowered his arms and the gun into her hand. “What do you want?” Royal asked.

Eliza handed the weapon over to Foggy to take, but he simply stared at the black object with wide eyes. “Take it!” she said. 

“Me?” he stammered. “I’m supposed to- I don’t believe in guns.”

“Trust me, they’re very real, now take it.”

“Geez, okay. Um-” he held it with his pointy finger, dangerously close to the trigger. 

She groaned, grabbed the handle, and turned it around so he was holding it far away from their possible demise. “The safety is undone,” she told him. “Jesus, Foggy, you want to kill us?”

He panicked. “How was I supposed to know?”

“You- alright, never mind! Just hold it like that and do not drop it. Please.”

“Got it,” he nodded. 

“Thank you.”

Royal peaked over his shoulder. His dark brows were furrowed in an amused frown. “What is this?” he asked. “Kindergarten party?”

Eliza dug her gun deeper into his skull. “If you don’t stop talking, this is gonna be your funeral,” she shot back. 

“Sorry, sorry! I’m sorry. Just don’t shoot me, Jesus.”

“Turn around.” 

He did. “Liz?” it dawned on him. “Man, what the fuck are you doing here?”

“I want answers.”

“And who’s this guy?” he asked. 

“A friend.”

“A friend, huh? What kinda name is Foggy?”

Foggy blushed bright red. “It’s short for Franklin,” he defended himself. “It’s a family name. My mom’s very proud of it.”

Royal laughed. It was the kind of laugh that made everyone want to cut it off his face. The sound could’ve easily been the cause of mass murder. 

“Okay, sir,” – and just as Eliza was about to shush him because god forbid, she would’ve been the next one to die if something happened to him, Foggy stepped up like a genius and said, “You know, I’m the one holding your gun right now. And from what I’ve heard, the safety’s off, which means it can shoot. You don’t have a gun anymore, so, I’d be careful what names you want to make fun of. Sir.” 

Eliza raised her eyebrows. 

“Was that good?” he asked her.

“That was- it was something, yeah,” she said. 

Royal crossed his arms behind his head. “Look, I don’t want trouble,” he said. 

“You should’ve thought about that before insulting us, punk.” 

She shook her head. “That’s going a bit too far now, Foggy.”

“Right,” he retreated, “Sorry.” 

Eliza eyed the heavy supplies of drugs around him. “Business is flowing, I see,” she pointed out.

“You looking to buy something?” Royal asked. 

“No, I’m not doing that anymore.”

“Explains why I haven’t seen you for a couple of years. Where are you these days?”

“Trying to catch dirtbags. Which brings me to you, Royal…”

“What do you need, Liz?”

She smirked. “I need information.”

“Information?” he questioned.

“On something that went down in Hell’s Kitchen, over by the docks, last night,” she said. 

“The explosion,” he knew exactly what she meant. “They’re saying it was a gas leak.”

“It wasn’t. But I think you know that. I heard about what was going down on the dark web. If they knew about the Viper, you certainly do too.”

Royal scoffed. “The Viper,” he repeated. “Yeah, I know him.”

“You do?” Foggy asked. 

“Of course, he does,” Eliza said. 

“Not personally, of course,” Royal stated. 

“Of course not.”

“But if I did I’d say his name was Ivan Borodin.”

She expected something, but it certainly wasn’t Ivan’s full name or the fact that Royal knew him. Curiosity was spiked. Eliza crossed her arms. “You know his name?” she asked to clarify. 

Royal nodded. “You want any more than that, it’s gonna cost you.”

“Seriously?” she scoffed at his approval. “I’m not gonna buy anything, but here,” she handed him a fifty-dollar bill, “That enough?”

He didn’t answer, at first. “Ivan Borodin. The Viper,” he told her. “I had some dealer come up to me two weeks ago, told me he got hired by someone called The Viper. He was scared and all that told me he didn’t have much time but that he was supposed to get an order from one end to the other.”

The pair shared a look. “What’s his name?” Foggy asked.

“That’s confidential.”

Eliza wasn’t having it. She cocked the gun. “Is it still confidential or do I have to shoot your dick off to get answers?” 

The wisest choice was to cave, he realized. The way she looked at him left no space for interpretation. With his arms raised, he admitted, “People on the streets know him as Venom.”

“Venom? The enormous black rage monster?”

“No, not that thing. His real name is Jerome something.”

The gun wavered.

“Jerome Walton! His name’s Jerome Walton.”

“And?” she pushed. 

“He used to operate out on 12th Avenue by the docks. That’s probably where they caught him. He came here from the Bronx. Real tough guy. Seeing him scared like that was, whew, something else.” 

“Thanks.” She tucked the gun away. “Wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

“With a gun to my face, I beg to differ.” 

“Oh, relax. You’ve had worse.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that I don’t like to be threatened in my own home,” Royal argued.

“Your home?” Eliza asked and looked around. “Man, I feel bad for you.” She didn’t know if it was the smell of drugs or the vomit or perhaps both.

He only scoffed. “Jerome didn’t tell me what was sold, just that he had to do it or else they were gonna kill him. So I did my research.” 

“Did you find anything?”

“Bitch, what you take me for? A fool?”

“Sorry, I was just asking.”

“I’ve been doing this a lot longer than you have, man. I always do my research with precision. I figured out where the deal was gonna go down and when. My guy told me it was some kind of serum, but he couldn’t talk about what it was exactly. Guess he needed a witness in case something went south. So I tracked the stuff to some German guy in a cancer research lab.”

“Robert Pfeiffer.”

“Yeah.”

“Did it look something like this?” She pulled the vial from her back pocket. The clear liquid inside hadn’t changed since she got it. 

Royal gasped. “Where did you get that?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“This is exactly what Jerome showed me,” he said. The serious look on his face changed into something more distant, something that resembled fear, even. She felt the confidence shift. “Listen, I don’t know what this is, but people are clearly willing to kill for it, so maybe you should just leave.”

Eliza grabbed him by the collar. “This isn’t some new drug, Royal,” she said. “This is the kind of stuff that could pay millions. I need to know more about the people Jerome was working with. As you said, they’re willing to kill for this, and I would like to stop them before any more people have to die.”

His lip quirked up. “You know what it’s inside.”

“I do, but I’m no scientist. I’m not like Pfeiffer. This is only my insurance.” She stuffed the vial back where it came from. “Now, talk before I shoot you.”

“Geez, woman! Alright… so, the guy died, right? My dealer told me he’d die if something happened because it was the last of it, but somehow he got another order because they got that stuff from someone else, right? Don’t know who because the Viper guy got dangerously close to figuring me out so I dropped it and after last night, I’m pretty sure the guy is dead. And my dealer, which is pretty unfortunate.”

That was disappointing. “Anything else?” Eliza grasped at straws. “Any more names, places, coordinates?”

“What else you want? My bank number?”

“I do,” Foggy raised his hand. 

“He doesn’t,” she said. “Ignore him. He’s just my bodyguard. Anyway, what were you saying?”

Royal flinched away at the look on her face. “He may have said something about a storage unit where he picked up the order, but you know, he was scared and we only talked swiftly because he was pretty damn sure he was being watched. What’s all of this about, anyway?” he asked. “Why you so obsessed with this?”

“You don’t wanna know.”

“I do wanna know.”

“If you know, the same thing that happened to your friend will happen to you.”

“Oh, my- why so fucking mysterious?”

“That means you wanna tell me about the storage unit so I can make this all go away, right?”

“Right,” he patted his pants down, “I only remember the sign thing-y. He made me a little note but I threw it away because I’m not that stupid. I can draw it for you, but that’s all I have.”

“Thank you, Royal,” this time her words were soft, genuine.

He finished drawing the logo. She barely could make it out because of his shaky hands, but what he showed her seemed familiar. Eliza nodded at the note. “Thank you,” she said again.

“Just make this go away, whatever it is,” Royal said. “It’s bad for business, especially when my dealers drop like flies.”

“I promise.”

Before they left, Foggy had the courage to speak directly to him. “Maybe you should think about relocating,” he suggested. “The drug numbers are rising.”

“That’s good for me, bruv.”

“Think about it. Maybe you should go somewhere else, start another business, maybe one that’s not illegal.”

“You want to tell me about justice, Liz’s bodyguard? Mind your own business!”

“I’m a lawyer, I could help you.”

“Lawyer? What the fuck? What you bringing a lawyer here for?” he asked Eliza. 

She rolled her eyes. “Security, I told you,” she said. 

“You’ve gotten boring, man.”

“I know. Just trying to make the world a better place.”

“You’re at the wrong address here. Now, you better give me my gun back and leave before I change my mind.”

“Change your mind?” she snorted. “I can kick your ass in my sleep. Thanks for the info though. It was nice seeing you again, Royal.”

He took his gun back quickly as Foggy handed it to him. “Can’t say the same about you,” he said.

“Ouch.”

“Get outta here!”

She threw up a peace sign. “See ya around, Royal!”

“No, you won’t.”

“No, I won’t.”

Eliza punched Foggy hard in the shoulder as soon as they were out. “You could’ve gotten yourself shot!” she said. “What is wrong with you?”

“I’m sorry, I panicked!” He hugged his satchel tighter. “Maybe you should’ve taken Matt. He’s way more intimidating than I am.”

“The guy would be high by now, with his senses and everything. No, you’re good, you’re just a bit stupid sometimes.”

“Wow, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” 

“So, what do we do about the logo?”

Eliza scanned the note with her phone. “I have this app,” she explained. “Tony taught me how to code, so I know a thing or two about writing programs.”

Foggy looked over her shoulder. “What does it do?” he asked.

“The app runs the drawing through every database there is. Storage Units and every other business are documented in ledgers and on websites. The program filters logos that look like this one or might resemble it and gives me a list of possible hits.”

“Can I download it on the App Store?”

“Not yet. Didn’t want to sell the code. I could create it for you though. Shouldn’t be too hard, I have the blueprint somewhere. I mean, it’s not as smart as Jarvis, but it’s something.”

“I’m so impressed right now.”

“Okay, Foggy, I think we’re going a bit too far now.”

“Sorry. I just think you made me fall in love with you.”

She chuckled. “Happens to the best of us.”

The phone pinged after another minute. Bingo.

“StorQuest Storage!” Eliza burst through the door into the apartment. Matt almost dropped his cereal bowl.

Foggy entered after her. It looked like he had been running up the stairs. “How is it that your little legs manage to run faster than mine?” he panted. 

“Those little legs are about to kick your ass,” she retorted. “Anyway, StorQuest Storage. We got it, Matthew!” 

Matt frowned. “What?” he asked.

“StorQuest Storage,” she said. “The seller that brought the serum to the warehouse met the supplier at this storage facility.” She slapped her phone down on the table. He eyed it first, then trailed his head up to Eliza. His mind reeled.

“You know he can’t see that, right?” Foggy said. 

“Right, my bad. Sorry.”

“How did you find that out?” she’d never seen his eyes so wide and impressed before.

The honey brown of his irises looked so adorable in the soft sunlight; she could’ve sworn she saw speckles of green, whenever the sun stood right in the sky. His hair was still disheveled in all directions and the cuts on his face slowly turned from red to blue to green. He stood like a lost puppy in his kitchen, attention diverted completely toward the girl in his apartment. 

“I talked to the right person,” she said.

“Was that person a drug dealer?”

She knew he’d bring that up.

“Let me guess, I smell like heroin?”

“Foggy does. Among other things.” His jaw clenched. “What were you doing in a drug den?”

“Getting information. From a drug dealer.”

“Why the fuck would you go to a drug dealer for information?”

“Why the fuck wouldn’t I? Drug mules actually prove to be pretty reliable sources."

Matt's sigh was one of disappointment. "Alright," he mumbled to himself.

"Matt," she realized she'd made him upset. "Matt, talk to me."

"Take your shirt off," he said instead.

Her jaw dropped. "Pardon?"

Foggy stood there with his eyes wide. “I’m not down for a threesome,�� he said. 

"I don't see how that's relevant."

“Take it off, now,” Matt repeated. 

“Why?” she asked. 

"The smell's killing me. Now, I know you don't like to talk about it and while I don't like you going out and about with drug dealers, I won't force you to speak about something you're not ready to share with me yet. But please, for the love of all that is holy, let me wash that shirt!"

Matt Murdock didn't settle. He didn't move on after something like this. He closed chapters before they were finished and then he abandoned them, scared of the ending, even if there was a silver lining hidden somewhere in there.

Eliza had the choice once again. Like the night they first met though, she was sure she had made a bad judgment call and she would regret it, but it would always be worth more than doing nothing at all. Perhaps she could still fix him. Perhaps…

“StorQuest Storage," he said. "What’s it mean?”

Eliza scrambled to pick up her brain again. “Uh, it’s- it’s where the seller got the serum from the supplier, I told you that,” she said.

“Yes, but there’s more to it, isn’t there?”

Foggy stepped forward. “The seller’s name was Jerome Walton. Here,” he searched for the name on his laptop. “The guy’s got a record. Larceny, B & E, assault, attempted murder, possession of illegal substances, possession with the intent to sell, possession of an illegal weapon–“ he stopped. “That’s a lot of possessions for a single person.”

“He’s a drug dealer,” Eliza deadpanned. “What’d you expect?”

“Oh, there’s more! He was the suspect in an alleged human trafficking case in which Russian girls were found in a container at the Hudson.”

Matt opened his mouth. Trafficking. Young girls. He felt sick. “Foggy, how long ago was this?” he asked.

“Three weeks,” he read. 

“Three weeks…”

“My source said they’d approached him about two weeks ago,” said Eliza. “This can’t be a coincidence. I mean, Jerome used to work down at 12th Avenue. They must’ve recruited him there.” 

“This could be it,” Matt told her, nudging her slightly. He sensed the hesitation. She tried to pull away. He took her hand regardless. 

"This could be the key," she kept saying to herself as she paced the kitchen floor. "This could be it. I solved it. I solved it."

This could be it. This could be the key.

Eliza dried her cheeks with the rough insides of her palms. “We, uh, we need to talk about our next move,” she said. “StorQuest Storage. What do we do?”

She realized they were staring at her. “What?”

“You sure you’re okay?” Foggy asked.

“Yeah, fine. I’d be better if this were all over. It’s just… the anxiety, I can’t control it.” She returned to the laptop.

The truth was, she didn’t know how to feel. She freaked out, that was normal. She worried too much. She worried too much about the wrong things and that was dangerous. Feelings were dangerous. She didn’t know what was happening to her. She was terrified. The anxiety she could deal with, but fear was something else entirely. The fear struck through her skin into her bones. It became part of her. She was scared of herself – she was scared of her feelings, scared of him, scared for him. No right way to explain it, words weren’t enough. 

The state of not knowing is the most unpredictable state known to man, and that was exactly why Eliza couldn’t help but be numbed by the fear it came with. 

“Karen, Karen, Karen!” Matt’s phone called out from the bedroom. 

The three of them exchanged a look before Foggy blurted out, still bitter from the fight before, apparently, “Oh, so it does work!”

“I plugged it in,” Eliza admitted. Matt was more than glad for her save. “You know before you busted me in his bedroom.” She grinned cheekily back at him. 

 “Doesn’t matter,” Foggy said. “You gonna answer that, or not?”

“No,” Matt said. 

“Why? It’s Karen.”

“She’s just gonna ask me what’s going on. I don’t have the nerve to lie to her right now.”

She saw what he was about to say. “Don’t,” she warned. “No more fighting.”

Just in time, the ringing stopped, followed only seconds later by Foggy’s ringtone filling the apartment. “You gonna get that?” she asked him. 

He scoffed. “I hate you so much sometimes.” He pushed the green acceptance button. “Karen!” he answered. “What’s up?”

Matt tilted his head to listen in. For a second, Eliza considered asking him to translate, but then she remembered that it was their law firm and for once, this was a personal issue she shouldn’t get involved in, so she ignored the urge to be curious. Instead, she went into the kitchen to fix herself another coffee. The lack of sleep was slowly putting more and more weight on her burning eyelids. 

“I was checking on Matt,” Foggy said. “I think he has the flu, that’s probably why I feel a little sick myself. You don’t know how he is when he gets sick. It’s almost like he’s having a psychosis.”

He shook his head at her. “Not true,” he mouthed. Eliza chuckled. Then, his smile dropped. 

“NO!” Foggy almost yelled. It was loud enough to echo. “You don’t need to come over,” he said. “Really, I can take care of him just fine. It’s- well if the case is that important, I’m sure you can just send me an email- we don’t even know if we’re gonna take the case, Karen. For all we know, it may be useless to defend this guy… yeah, I know he’s in jail, but maybe there’s a reason for that. If I had the file, I could take a look and then get back to you.”

Matt motioned a hand at his friend. He excused himself and placed the phone on his shoulder, “What?”

“Go,” he said. 

“What?”

“Go to the office. Take the case.”

“Matt-”

“This is not about you helping us, this is about Nelson & Murdock.”

“If I go there, Karen will know that I am not sick with the flu!”

“We need to keep our doors open, Foggy.”

“Oh, so just because you don’t like doing your job, I have to?” He scoffed. “Unbelievable. And I hate that you’re right.” Foggy lifted his hand off the speaker again. “You know what,” he told Karen, “I’ll come over and take a look at it in person. Just try to keep your distance because I might be infectious and the last thing we need is for us all to be sick and hallucinating. Not- not that I am hallucinating. Matt is, but he’s asleep right now, so I guess I can spare a couple of hours. I just need to lock all the doors and make sure he doesn’t get on the roof. I swear he’s like a cat when he’s sick. Anyway-” he reached for his bag, “I will be right there. Call the family and tell them to meet us at the office.”

Eliza wordlessly handed him a to-go cup she found stashed away in the kitchen after he had hung up. 

“Thank you. You guys stay safe, alright?” 

“We’ll be fine,” Matt said. 

She wanted to punch him. “We’ll try our best and call you if there’s anything new,” she phrased it way better. 

“I’ll be counting on it,” Foggy said. 

The door fell shut behind him, leaving Matt and Eliza alone in his apartment. She hadn’t realized before that he was wearing his glasses. She got so used to him not wearing them around her, it confused her a little. 

She felt confident to make an assumption after she made sure Foggy was gone. “You don’t like it when he sees your eyes because that makes it easier for him to read you.”

“What?” he asked. 

“Foggy. You’re wearing your glasses again. You don’t do that around me.”

He appeared behind her in the kitchen. This time, she allowed him to take the beer bottle from the fridge. He tried to remove the cap with his hand, but he flinched away in pain as his muscles tensed. The stitches pulled hard and heavy, and the wound underneath began to throb. 

Eliza took the cold glass. She twisted the metal to the left. It gave in with a loud click. 

“Thank you,” he said, but she didn’t hand it to him, not yet. She guided the bottle to his hand, though not without trading it for the glasses on his face. He raised his eyebrows. She could’ve sworn he was staring at her, following her with his eyes, although it wasn’t possible. The challenging look he held made her shiver. 

It wouldn’t have been Eliza if she had just taken the awkwardness of the situation and dealt with it. She slipped them on her face. “I have a question, Mister Murdock,” she said. “How exactly do you see through these?”

The thought process flashed perfectly across his eyes. No matter how miserable the joke was, his tense expression cracked up the second he managed to make sense of what she had just said. He laughed. It was a quiet one, and it was barely there, but his grin was enough to make her smile. 

“Thank God. I was starting to think you’d lost your humor completely.”

“You see,” Matt began, “There is this thing I have, Miss Bennett.”

“Oh, really?”

“It’s called chronic blindness.”

She snatched the beer bottle from him, took a sip, and then gave it back to him. “Sounds serious,” she said. 

“Incurable, I’m afraid.”

Eliza chuckled to herself. “I like this version of you better.”

“What version?”

“The one who isn’t afraid to be himself.”

“Well,” he reached for his glasses, “At least I’m not a thief,” he said, and promptly, he stole them back. He put them back on his nose. “Now, don’t we have a storage unit to investigate?”

She sighed. “I mean, yeah. We should go there.”

“Yeah,” Matt agreed. Something soft hit him in the face. He knew what it was, judging by the horrendous smell, but he didn’t make an effort to catch it. “Ow?”

“May I make use of your closet to get a new shirt, Mister Murdock?” she asked. 

He felt stupid. The blood rushed to his cheeks knowing she was standing there in only her bra – lace, he could tell by the way it moved against her skin – and that she didn’t even try to hide it. Karen had done it too, the night she spent at his apartment after he and Foggy got her out of jail. He had told Eliza it was fine, he couldn’t see, but the knowledge alone made him feel like a teenager all over again. 

He scrunched his nose. “Yeah,” the answer came quietly. 

“Thank you. Anything, in particular, I am not allowed to wear?”

“Knock yourself out.”

She disappeared into his bedroom. The fabric kept brushing against more fabric as she gently rustled through his drawers. She steered clear of his dress shirts, knowing they were ordered a certain way. His collection of sweaters and sleep t-shirts was messy though; the only way he could tell them apart was by fabric. The clothes he wore more often were all sorted in a certain way, but since he hardly wore anything other than his suits and sweatpants on off days, there was a lot he didn’t mind being taken. 

Not that he would’ve minded if Eliza had walked out with one of his suits. The thought alone excited him in a perverted way and he hated himself for thinking that way. 

Her boots patted against the floor. “You know,” she said, and he turned his head in her direction, “This is actually a tight fit.”

“What’re you wearing?” Matt asked.

“I don’t know. It’s black, that’s for sure. And it’s tight. Long sleeves, too.”

He smelled the faintest remains of sweat and blood that stuck to the fabric. “That’s my-“ he didn’t finish. 

“What?” he only imagined the innocent look on her face. 

He thought he had a problem with her wearing it, but those times were over and he no longer needed it. The shirt was just that, a shirt. Nothing more. It had been a symbol once, but that symbol had long been replaced by something else. 

“Never mind,” he waved her off. “Probably looks good.”

He knew it did. She felt comfortable in it, too. And she smelled like him, which was a bonus. 

“It’s comfortable. Not too loose, not too tight. Feels like I’ve seen you wear it before, but I can’t remember when. It’s weird.” 

“Yeah. Weird what tricks your mind can play, right?”

Maybe she looked like him, minus the mask and the black jeans. She was wearing boots though and her hair was braided, he could tell. It didn’t move against her shoulders too much and her natural scent radiated off her throat without any borders to filter it. 

“Anyway,” she said, reaching for her old shirt. He frowned at the simple action. As she walked through the open bathroom door, her voice sounded back to him. “We need to go to StorQuest Storage and see what connection the place has to Jerome.”

He heard the washing machine open. She popped the shirt in. The laundry detergent was hidden in plain sight. She poured some of it in, as written on the instructions. Exactly the right amount. 

“It’s, unfortunately, the only way if we want to find answers.” 

She was about to suggest something, but knowing her, he cut her off. 

“I won’t let you do this alone this time,” he said. 

His washing machine made the sound it always made whenever the chosen program started. She peaked her head around the corner. “But-”

“No. You said you can’t do this yourself and I won’t let you.”

“You’re probably right,” she came out with a sigh. “I’m worried about your injuries though. You can’t walk around like you’re healthy and risk internal bleeding. I mean, it wouldn’t help any of us.” 

He directed his eyes to the ceiling. “I’m gonna be fine. I fought a bunch of guys in a hallway after my lung almost collapsed and I survived. It’s no big deal.” 

Eliza stared at him in absolute horror. “That’s supposed to make me feel better?!” she asked. 

“No, probably not. Heh.”

“God,” she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Let’s say you go in as yourself. Maybe not tell anyone you’re Matt Murdock. This is a storage facility. It’s not like anyone cares. And even if they do, I have ways to lie my way out of things.”

“I’m not Matt Murdock if I can’t be Daredevil, Eliza.” 

Her eyes softened. “For all I know, you’re just a lawyer. People look at you and they see a blind man. They don’t see a city-wide known vigilante. I mean, we can hide the bruises. There’s concealer for that. And if anyone asks, you just had a fight with a raccoon.”

Matt deadpanned at her. “This is your understanding of a good excuse?” 

“You were drunk,” she suggested.

“No.”

“Well, what do you tell your friends when you come in with a shiner like that?” she pointed to his eye. “You know, before even Foggy knew, how did you explain all the bruises?” 

He pursed his lips. “I stumbled, hit my head. I once said I got into a car accident, but I doubt Karen believed me. I know she didn’t.” 

“Really?” Eliza glared at him. “And she didn’t believe you?” 

“Yeah. Although I did look the part.” 

“I can’t believe you made it this far without anyone finding out. Blows my mind.”

“Well, I am blind.”

“Your excuses are terrible. Do better.”

“Ha ha,” he breathed out. “Very funny. I mean, do we even know what we’re looking for?” he quipped.

“No,” she said, “but we have a face and a name. How hard can it be?”

Very hard, apparently. 

“On second thought,” - Eliza stared at the maze of storage units - “Maybe I was wrong.”

When they arrived at the storage facility, the woman at the front desk eyed them wearily. 

“She’s not gonna give us anything,” Matt whispered in her ear.

Eliza figured as much. 

“Welcome to StorQuest Storage. What can I help you with?” the woman asked.

“Sorry to barge in like that,” Matt greeted her with a charming smile. “It’s just that I and my wife were looking to rent one of your storage units to keep our furniture before we move into our house. A friend of ours recommended this place.”

The woman eyed Eliza. Something didn’t feel right. Her fingers drew circles. The smoke conquered her soul. For a second, the woman’s body went entirely stiff. When her eyes opened, there was a glow inside of them. Her mood shifted. Eliza felt the pressure of an unloving husband and kids that danced around the house, not cleaning a single inch. They struggled with money and it made her sad, it made her bitter. She wasn’t open to persuasion. With one flick of her finger, all of that disappeared. Left behind was the kind of woman that was willing to help them out.

“Hi,” her voice sounded higher. “I’m sorry, what were you saying again?”

Matt tilted his head in the direction of the sizzling. The sound made the air smell sweet. 

“Me and my husband are looking for a storage unit,” Eliza said.

“You’ve come to the right place, then.”

“One of our friends came here some time ago. He, unfortunately, died in a car accident yesterday.”

“Oh, my God. I am so sorry.”

“Yes, very sad. Anyway, would you mind if I showed you a picture of him? I kinda forgot which lot he had rented and I was thinking of maybe taking it for our furniture. You know, get his belongings back to his family.”

“Yeah, sure. I’m the only one working here lately, so I remember most faces that come and go. Something about lack of staff or something.”

Eliza handed her the picture she previously printed. “His name’s Jerome Walton. Was,” her eyes teared up.

“I am so sorry,” the woman said again. Pity tasted almost like cinnamon. 

“I know,” she made the tear slip down her cheek. “So shortly after the wedding, too. He was such a good friend and now he’s just gone.”

Matt was completely bewildered.

“That must be so hard for you.” The woman eyed the picture. She caught a glimpse of her name tag. Brenda. 

“Thank you for doing this, Brenda,” Eliza said, still crying. “It means a lot. We swore to name our son after Jerome, he even had this little blanket he wanted to give us. I believe it’s in the unit too.” 

“I remember him.”

She suddenly had to put more pressure on her powers. 

“He came here about a week ago with some ‘friends’. They didn’t seem legit though.” 

“Oh, I didn’t know Jerome had friends here in Hell’s Kitchen.”

“They didn’t look too close. He rented this unit by himself a couple weeks ago, and then he suddenly started coming in more often, leaving some things there every once in a while. I’m not sure what was going on. I just hope your friend hasn’t gotten himself in trouble.”

Eliza placed a hand over her heart. “That is so overwhelming,” she sniffled. “Jerome was a good man. I can’t see why he’d come here so often.”

“I’m not sure either, but I can give you the spare key if you want. You have to find it yourself though because it’s against policy for me to even tell you this.” 

“You’d do that for us?” 

“Of course,” Brenda smiled. “Anything for your closure. I’m sure you’ve got plenty enough trouble already.”

“We do, yeah. I mean, my husband’s blind-“ Eliza patted his cheek.

He laughed awkwardly. “I was born like this,” he told her. “Birth defect. I’ve never been able to see anything, not even my wife’s lovely face.”

His grip around her hip tightened. He wasn’t enjoying this, but fortunately, his charming voice didn’t betray him. 

“There’s a chance our children might be blind too,” he added.

Eliza has never been so proud of anyone before. “Yeah, but we make it work, don’t we, baby?” She poked his side.

He bit his cheek. “Of course, sweetheart.”

“Oh, that is such a lovely story,” Brenda almost swooned. Her eyes filled with unshed tears, tears of pity, fake tears. They weren’t real, and neither were her feelings, but to her, they seemed real.  “I’m sorry for what you’ve been through. I can’t even imagine!”

She searched for something inside the key box. “Lot 435,” her eyebrows furrowed, “Though his name isn’t listed as Jerome Walton.”

Eliza twisted her finger again. She was fighting it. “What?” 

“Yeah, he signed under the name Alyosha Popovich. I don’t know what that means.” 

Her head cocked to the side. For a moment, she almost lost control. “That’s his Russian name,” she found her way around it. “He’s not Russian, of course, but my family is.”

That was such a blatant lie, Matt struggled to make out any of her usual markers. Her hand fisted around his suit jacket. The name hit a nerve. She was thinking hard about something. 

“Oh, that’s lovely,” Brenda said. She used that word an awful lot.

“Yeah, our culture is a bit… different. I’m not orthodox, but my family’s very traditional.”

“Well, if that’s so. Here- “She handed them the key. “And I’m sorry for your loss, again.”

“Thank you.” 

As they turned away, Matt leaned in. “What was that?” he rasped into her ear.

“Relax,” Eliza eased him as she eased her hold on Brenda. She slowly slumped back in her seat. “I’m not hurting her.”

“I know that, but it’s risky to use your powers right now.”

“I’m gonna delete the footage anyway.”

“How are you gonna do that?”

Eliza tilted her head. The lines behind the TV screens began to crackle. The energy seeped through it like a worm. And just like that, the feed went out.

“It was a live feed,” she stated. “There are no recordings.”

Brenda slapped the screen. “Damn it!” but at that point, the pair was already out of sight, out of mind. 

So that’s how they got there, standing helplessly in front of the maze of storage units. The key dangled loosely at Eliza’s side. 

“On second thought,” she said, “Maybe I was wrong.” 

“Lot 435,” Matt repeated back to her.

“I know that, I just don’t know where to start. If you could see this, you’d agree. There are like a thousand lockers here. How are we supposed to find this one?”

“I’m blind, Eliza. I can’t help you with finding the number on a door.”

“Wow,” she turned to him. “Thanks for stating the obvious.” She looked at the navigation signs that hung from the ceiling only to figure they weren’t helpful at all. 

Eliza pointed right. “Lots 350 to 450 are in that direction.” 

Matt folded his cane. “Then let’s go,” he said.

They began to walk in the direction she pointed them to. She checked every row for any indication that they were getting closer, but the path was long, and the finish line was nowhere in sight. After about five minutes of desperately searching, Eliza stopped.

She pushed at Matt’s chest. “We need to go down here,” she said. 

“Do you have any idea where we’re going?” he asked.

His dress shoes echoed off the linoleum floors. His plump lips formed a thin line and the muscles of his jaw clenched like bodybuilders during a staring contest. Eliza didn’t miss the obvious distaste that radiated off of him.

“Okay, hold on.”

“What?”

“What’s up with you?”

“Nothing,” he claimed.

“You look like someone just threatened to kill your dog. What’s wrong?”

The glasses hid his eyes, but she knew better than to narrow them down to the upper part of his face. His head tilted ever so slightly, and teeth dug into his cheek. 

“Didn’t know you could cry on demand like that,” he said. 

“Is this what this is about?” she asked.

“No… yes. I don’t know.”

It slowly started to dawn on her – the look wasn’t one of distaste. 

“You played with that poor woman like she’s the Sunday Morning crossword puzzle.”

“And that’s a problem to you?” 

“Hearing you talk about your powers is one thing, but experiencing them in action- experiencing what you can do with your mind alone, the mask of pretense you put on just to get what you want, it’s crazy.”

“I know I’m crazy,” her eyes darkened. “The question is just, can you handle it?”

He chuckled, out of breath. “Sweetheart, I’ve dealt with crazier than you,” he said. “What you are is powerful, and that’s much more terrifying than any psycho I’ve ever encountered.” 

“You’re scared of me?”

“I’m not scared, you’ve just- You’ve drawn me into your spider web and now I get to watch you play, and all of that, the uncertainty of it all, is breaking my mind.“

Eliza smirked. “At least you’re self-aware.”

“My mind can’t comprehend this. It’s like you’re two entirely different people.” 

She shook her head. “You don’t get to do that,” she said. “You don’t get to tell me I’m two different people when you’re the one acting like he’s this catholic good boy during the day and then turns into the devil at night. If you want to blame someone for being two-faced, blame yourself.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” He tried to keep his voice down. The sound echoed dangerously loud through the hallway. “It’s just that with you, I never know what I’ll get. I never know who I’m dealing with because you change drastically so damn quick. I can’t predict what you’re going to do next. I should be able to, I mean we’re partners, but I can’t. Every time I think I’ve heard it all, you put another cherry on top.”

“Well, I don’t know who I am either if that makes you feel better. I don’t even recognize the person in the mirror most of the time, so don’t worry, you’re not the only one who’s fucking confused.”

“You’re blocking.” Matt placed his hands on his hips. “I know you, Eliza. I know you’re not fine. I know this is all too much for you, but you keep going because you feel like you have to. That’s the person I know, but this other side, the Avenger, it’s not just a separate part of you. She is you. You only feel brave in moments like this, in moments where you can be in control.”

She crossed her arms. They were really doing this, in the hallway of a storage unit.

“I’m not normal,” she reminded him. The definition of normal went out the window the second she came into the world. 

Matt shifted his stance. “In moments like these, you’re this power-hungry creature who thinks she can do it all,” he said. “Whatever it is you can do, it’s scary. It’s scary for people like me who can’t do what you do. I’m not used to it. I’m trying hard to get used to it. I know that if I want to work with you, I have to get used to this, but it just doesn’t sit right with me. God works in mysterious ways but I never truly believed this could actually exist.” He pointed to her hands.

“So I’m unholy now, is that it?” the calm tone of her voice broke the air in the room. 

“You’re not unholy, you’re just you. I believe in God – the supernatural is on a whole new level and it’s gonna take time. It’s gonna take time for me to differentiate between you and… and you. Alone me saying that is… I don’t know. It’s a lot. And I’m a blind man with super senses, so I would know.” 

A few beats passed. “Okay,” she eventually said. 

“Okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, okay. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Eliza tried to turn and leave, but keep searching for the right storage locker. Matt grabbed her arm. “Oh no, sweetheart. I’m not letting you off that easy.”

“Don’t touch me.”

“Was it really so wrong what I just said?”

“It’s not what you said, it’s how you said it. I mean, what was that earlier? You only seem to have a problem with me when I do shit like this. After Foggy and I came back, you put your defenses up and I was already wondering what was going on. Is that- were you really scared of me because you saw the lengths I was willing to go to?”

He was searching for the right words. 

“Oh, my God! I can’t believe you. And you said we were partners. We fought together in that god-forsaken warehouse. You heard the story about how I killed a child, how I was sexually assaulted by the man who kidnapped me and you still kissed me. You begged me to fix your pain. You know I can do it for you or Foggy, simply fix what you’re feeling, but me controlling a person the way I was actually taught to use my powers is too much for you?”

“Eliza, you don’t understand-”

“I understand. You can deal with me being a vigilante, fighting with my fists, but as soon as I completely rely on my powers or- or whatever illegal things I can think of to accomplish a mission, your understanding stops. I get it. I really do. I just don’t know why it takes us fighting for you to tell me you still haven’t quite recovered from the truth.”

“You know I care about you,” he told her. 

“I’m trying to tell you that you can’t have one without the other, Matt!” she said. “You can’t like me one minute and then pull out the other because your brain is fried. You either stand by me completely or not. Make up your mind.”

“Alright.” His jaw was set in stone. “I don’t care if you’re a witch or a goblin or whatever else you might be. Just don’t undermine me again without telling me first. If you want to take control, tell me. Don’t make me look stupid again.”

“Are you afraid that I’m stronger than you?” she asked.

“No.”

“You sure? May I remind you, you’re not wearing your Daredevil suit right now? Which means you’re vulnerable.” She pushed him back. His pecks tensed under her touch, light as a feather and yet strong enough to make him stumble. Or was it her mind that was making him do this? He wasn’t sure what had the stronger grip on him anymore. “You’re right, I want to be in control. I’m power-hungry. All that’s true. You think you’re the only one who can play, Daredevil? You’re God’s disciple and get what you want just by letting the devil out?”

Once again, he found himself pushed back.

“Well, you’re wrong. You can try to force me into submission all you want, but when we’re like this, I’m the one with the advantage.”

He licked his teeth, not his lips. Like a wild predator ready to pull his prey. In the flickering lights of the facility and their height difference, he might’ve just started hunting her. Eliza knew that she would probably lose when it came down to it, but she liked the thrill of it. 

“Lot 435,” he stated. His arm extended to the metal door to his left. 

Eliza raised an eyebrow. “Impressive,” she said, though her voice said the opposite.

“Don’t lie to me,” he bared his teeth again.

“Why not? It’s been so fun arguing with you.”

Matt’s laugh was almost manic. “I promise you, if you keep this up, I’m going to snap and then you’re gonna suffer the consequences.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said. 

“That’s another lie. I’d be careful now if I were you.”

“Why? What’re you gonna do, kick me out? This is my case as much as it is yours, don’t flatter yourself. I’m not doing this for you.”

“God, you think you’re so smart, don’t you?” he laughed again. “I wish I could keep you restrained for the whole fucking day and make you reflect on the way you just acted." 

“Look at you, saying the Lord’s name in vain.”

His head cocked. A dangerous turn, something she'd never seen before. To anyone not accustomed to him or his antics, the simple action would've seemed terrifying, but to her, it was nothing but a satisfying tingle of thrill. Eliza realized he was actually warning her this time. She had to admit, her teasing had been anything but gentle, but the reaction it coaxed out of him blew even her mind. 

She grunted, strangled. “Don’t look at me like that,” she said. “It’s not a good look on you.”

He shamelessly took a deep breath to breathe in her scent. “Open the door,” he demanded. The golden-boy smile was back, nothing like the devil that had peaked just minutes before.

Eliza licked her lips. This wasn’t the end. She wasn't sure what had come over her, but she couldn't keep this going for much longer without eventually succumbing to the fire he ignited deep in her chest. 

She slid the key into the lock. The door flipped open. Disappointment was the first thing that came to mind.

“It’s empty,” she stated. 

Except for a table on one side and a light bulb from the ceiling, the locker was absolutely empty. 

“Someone has been here recently,” Matt said. He passed by her and stepped into the darkness. “I can smell their cologne. Three people at least.”

Eliza turned the lights on. “Why is it empty?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Something doesn’t seem right.”

“What if they just used this place to make their deals?” 

“Then why rent an entire storage unit? What did Brenda say was the name listed for this place again?”

“Alyosha Popovich.”

“The name means something to you. What?”

She gave in. “Alyosha Popovich is an epic hero of the Kievan Rus era. He stems from Russian folklore. He was a mighty warrior and a trickster; one of three well-known bogatyrs, similar to other medieval knights-errant.“

“Russian folklore,” Matt said. “Do you think this unit might’ve been rented by Hydra? They could’ve used Jerome as a façade.” 

Eliza kept her distance, knowing he had his process and she didn’t want to disturb him again. Since she was apparently so distracting.  

“Did you know, in Byliny – that’s Russian ballads – he is described as a clever-minded priest's son who wins by tricking and outsmarting his foes,” she said.

So much for not distracting him. 

Matt chuckled slightly at the story. “Really?”

“Yeah. He defeated the dragon Tugarin Zmeyevich with trickery. And some say he’s also considered a mocker of women.” Her face faltered. “Mocker of women,” she breathed. The realization hit hard. “This is Ivan’s doing. He did this! The bastard’s mocking me.” 

Matt’s head tilted and suddenly locked in place. He lifted his finger towards the wall. “There’s an electrical current running through this wall,” he said.

“What?” Eliza watched as he inspected the wall. His fingertips brushed it only slightly. 

“There we go.” He pushed down on something. The buzzing reached enough decibels for her to hear it, too.

“What the fuck?”

The wall, raising itself off the floor, revealed another door behind it. It was locked with deadbolts. 

“It’s soundproof,” Matt stated.

“Not surprising,” she said.

“Can you pick the lock?”

“Yeah, sure.”

The wood fell out of its hinge. He nodded. “Or you could do that.”

She searched for the light switch on the left wall of the room. Her fingers hovered hesitantly and yet shook with anticipation. The white neon momentarily blinded her. Eliza placed a hand in front of her eyes to shield her from the artificial, painful lighting. As her eyes grew accustomed to the room, the lump in her throat grew. 

For the first time, she cruelly wished blindness upon herself, just so she wouldn’t have to see the danger seeping off the walls like mold. 

She sucked the air into her lungs and then it just stopped. Matt was afraid she might’ve died, but her heart was still beating, though irregularly and way too fast for any normal human being to survive. 

“Holy fuck,” she breathed out. 

Pictures lined the walls from top to bottom. Red threads connected the prints with each other in a carefully thought-out spiderweb. Flashcards with hard-to-make-out handwriting adorned some of them while the rest was painted on with black markers. The entire room was rigged like dominos - kick one over and the whole place might come down. 

One side of the wall was covered in at least dozens of pictures of her face. In some, she had barely turned a teenager. The others appeared to be more recent. Eliza recognized the route from her therapist’s office to the coffee shop she frequented. Someone had photographed her on runs in Central Park, on her lunch dates with Pepper, and even on small hang-outs with the Avengers at the bowling alley. All of her official outings were meticulously documented. 

Looking further, she caught a glimpse of Wanda’s face. The protests in Sokovia inevitably lead to the Maximoff’s volunteering for Hydra. After the city came down, she joined the Avengers, and someone made sure there were photos of her arrival in New York. The documentation stopped right after Lagos, her face clear as day as she had to stare at the mess she made. Red circled her face and drew upon it, a target. After that, her trail went cold. 

Eliza turned. They kept tabs on Bucky too, she realized. Pictures from his time as the Winter Soldier lead to the fight with Steve and Natasha on the bridge, and then melting over into the fall of SHIELD  and his disappearance into nothingness. The timeline went all the way to the UN bombing, and his descent into madness just to be reborn again. After Berlin, he was wiped off the face of the earth. 

THE WINTER SOLDIER PROJECT.

Wanda offered herself to experiments with the Mind Stone. Pietro died protecting a boy’s life. Von Strucker glowed with pride before the Avengers put an end to him. His name stood somewhere between Wanda’s name and her family history.

Over her own face, Eliza read the bright letters of PROJECT CHAOS. Familiar faces of young children formed something similar to tree roots out of her existence. DECEASED. FAILED. The red circle brought attention to the true victory – Eliza.

The thread connected Eliza to Wanda and those two were connected to Bucky in the middle of the maze. She reached for the card that hung from the center.

X.

Just X.

“There are pictures everywhere,” Eliza said. “Me, Wanda, Bucky… they were monitoring us, even when we thought we were in the clear.”

Matt traced his fingers over the thread above their heads. “What are they planning?” he wondered. 

“We started this.”

She stared at the X just a little longer, wishing for it to give her a different answer, to change her conclusion, but her intuition was hardly wrong. 

“All of this, I’m the epicenter.” She reached for her picture on the wall. “I did this.” 

“That can’t be true.” It was sweet how Matt tried to keep hope for the both of them. To no avail. 

“It started with me, the first enhanced person in Hydra history.” She followed the thread across the room. “The Winter Soldier project started long before me, but that was easy work. Just a serum and some brainwashing, nothing quite like what they did to me, someone who was born like this. They took Bucky and then they-“ she stopped at Wanda’s wall, “waited until they got volunteers for what they were planning with Loki’s scepter, and poof!”

Eliza stopped in the middle.

“They made three absolutely powerful creatures. But that wasn’t enough, was it?” she asked herself. 

Her eyes stopped at the laptop in the corner. 

Matt followed her distinctive movements to the X on the ceiling. “They wanted to combine what they did to you,” he said. 

“One of us wasn’t strong enough to make Hydra invincible, so they needed not only two but three blueprints. Me, Bucky, and Wanda. All three of us combined could make the most deadly weapon known to man, easily granting them control over everything they desire. More than just one combination? Now that calls for world domination.”  

She should’ve been happier about figuring out the truth, but there was nothing but dread about where the realization came from.

“They could topple the entire government. Destroy what’s left of the Avengers. Destroy the Accords. Cause a Battle of New York similar crisis. They infiltrated SHIELD. Who’s to say they couldn’t get into the White House or the United Nations. Who’s to say half the Secretaries aren’t Hydra operatives? Wouldn’t be the first time. I think they’re preparing for a war they’re going to start.”

Eliza couldn’t wrap her mind around it, or maybe she didn’t want to; either way, her skin crawled at the mere thought of what they were trying to accomplish.

She flipped the laptop open. “Maybe there’s something on the hard drive that can help us figure out who this unit really belongs to,” she said.

Matt appeared behind her, chest pressed to her back. “Are you okay?” he dared to ask.

She merely scoffed. Her fingers danced over the keys, playing the tune to open the doors. The laptop was protected over three different security passwords, set to delete everything at even the slightest misstep. Eliza wasn’t sure if the override would work, though when the laptop finally gave the green light, she felt prouder than ever in her abilities. 

An open tab popped up on the screen. “That’s the security feed,” she said.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, listen!”

Matt tilted his head towards the speakers. “I can’t hear anything,” he said. 

“Exactly. If this were on time, you’d be able to hear our conversation from before or see our faces, but there’s nothing on here. This feed is linked to the front desk. Whoever this belongs to has been playing one and the same footage on loop for at least a week.” 

She skimmed through the programming history, but she couldn’t find anything. 

“The cameras stopped recording around the same time, but I can’t figure out when this all started. Whoever did this knows how to hide their tracks even on their own device.” 

Matt slipped the glasses from his face. His torso ached all over, eyes tired from being awake for so long. He lazily rubbed over them. “So Jerome and his friends could slip in unnoticed, no one would’ve been able to prove it,” he said, voice hoarse. 

Eliza met his bare eyes. “This is definitely Hydra.”

He didn’t bother to put his glasses back on. “I’m sorry,” knowing she’d feel more at ease if she could meet his eyes, even for a moment. 

She smiled. It was fake. Her attention diverted and he chose to cover back up. 

The laptop wasn’t tied to anything. She searched for cables or a flash drive, but the room was void of any of that. There had to be a tracker inside, she figured. Leaving it unattended and untied was amateur work and the room looked nothing like it had been made by an amateur.

She slapped her hand down. “Damn it!” the table nearly broke.

“We should pack it up,” Matt suggested. “Take as much as we can carry and go over it back at my place, see if we can find anything.” He placed his hands on his hips. 

“No, I need the laptop,” Eliza said. “I need what’s on it, but I can’t take it without risking our safety. It could take a while to filter out any bugs or tracking devices, time we don’t have. Fuck!”

“Can’t you just take the hard drive?”

“Knowing Hydra, the tracker is the hard drive.”

“How about you pull the information into your phone? You did it before.” 

She frowned. “Okay, I’m not gonna spend the little time we have left to explain technology to you because what you just said was wrong on so many levels, but this is different! The whole place is probably filled with booby traps. One wrong move and we’ve got all of Hydra’s soldiers knocking this door down. Or, what’s left of it anyway. No, we can’t risk that. Hacking a hacker’s laptop is like stealing money from the bank.”

“We’re gonna be colored in blue paint?” Matt asked.

“Metaphorically, yeah,” she said. “Even opening this video feed was risky enough. If I could just get in there… If only I had Friday.”

“I don’t think the weekday’s gonna matter much.”

“It’s not- never mind!”

She hated to admit it, but maybe she shouldn’t have given up on Tony that easily.

A phone rang. It wasn’t hers and when Matt didn’t move, his was out of the question too.  Eliza looked to her left. The sound came from the first drawer on the desk. She eyed him first, waiting for his silent agreement. He nodded. She dove in. It was a burner phone, the number unknown.

He sensed the glint in her eyes. “Don’t answer that,” Matt warned. 

She huffed. 

“Eliza-“

The phone flipped open. 

“Who’s this?” she asked.

He groaned, head in his hands. She had to do the one thing he asked her not to do. Curiosity killed the cat. A call from a strange phone in an unoccupied storage locker with a secret door and pictures of her hanging all around should’ve been a red flag; Eliza went straight ahead, acknowledged it was there, and then walked right through it anyway. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep her safe with an attitude like that.

The hairs on her arm stood at full attention, the laugh on the other end low, mocking. “You can put the Russian act down now,” he said. 

She choked on nothing. The language center of her brain seemed to short-circuit. 

“Did I take your breath away, Liebes? Or has your Russian gotten rusty? We can do it in German if you’d like. I’m certainly still very fluent in both languages.” 

She kept staring at the only blank spot on the wall across from her. 

“Still no? Well, I thought we could have a nice little chat now that you have dug your nose into business you shouldn’t have.”

“How’s this possible?” she asked.

“How’s anything possible? It all depends on your mindset, but you knew that already, didn’t you?”

“I put you away,” Eliza’s fist clenched. “You’re in jail. Frank Mueller, you’re supposed to be in confinement.”

“Oh, I am,” he said. “Unfortunately, that didn’t change. But I have been making amends. I was just waiting for the right time to call you, honestly.”

“The phone, how did you know? Did you put it there?”

“Don’t you want to talk about this in person?” she heard him smirk. 

“I’m not here to play games, Mueller. What do you want?”

“I told you, I want to chat with you.”

“I’m not interested.”

“What a shame, considering you’re looking into something that could get you killed if you don’t figure out what it’s about.”

“The fact you knew about this phone - that you knew I'd be here today, looking into this - tells me you’re involved.”

“Not necessarily. I know you'd like to figure out how I know this, how I know that - if you're willing to talk to me, I can answer all your questions. You just have to come and see for yourself.”

“Mueller, you little shit-“ She didn’t even get to finish.

“Nu-uh,” he clicked his tongue. “You and your little friend, Daredevil I believe he is called these days, the masked vigilante running out and about in New York, are moving on dangerous territory, but I’ll allow it if you do something for me in return, little girl”

She looked at Matt. He was even more tense than before. He heard every little sound coming from either side of that phone and it didn’t sit right with him. Eliza touched his arm and tried to take the edge off, but he flinched away. Perhaps someone so riled up shouldn’t be helping someone who was equally disturbed.

She sighed. “What do you want?”

“You,” Mueller stated simply. “Just twenty minutes of your time. I suppose you have questions and I have some, too. We can help each other out, like old times.”

“Fuck you!” she hissed.

“No, thank you. I’d like to see you tomorrow before lunch. You can figure out when that is. If you don’t show, I’ll make your little secret public. If you decide to show though, I’ll reward you nicely.”

She was full-on panting. The anger sizzled off her like a ticking time bomb. 

“Who’s to say you’re not behind this, huh? Who’s to say this isn’t just some twisted game of yours that Ivan got you into? You can be evil even out of prison.”

“The last part is correct. But no. Unfortunately, I am not involved. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. That's just one of the downsides of being detained in a little glass chamber away from everyone else. I don't have contacts, I don't have anything other than my books and some walls of glass. Would I be calling you if I wanted you dead? No? You see, child, it's not always as bad as it seems to you. Sometimes an old friend only wants to talk, not hurt you.“

"We are not friends!" She hesitated, “But maybe you're right. You wouldn't call and want me dead. That's not you. I hate admitting it, but it's true.” 

“See? We should definitely catch up. I’m already trapped in here, what business would I have in trying to harm you? Certainly not to get the kicks. I couldn't even savor it if I wanted to.” he said. “I just want a little something from you, Liebes. To talk to you, spend time with you. After all this time I've gotten lonely and there are some things that I need you to hear. This is the only time I’ll be asking you this nicely.”

Eliza swallowed her fury. “You said before lunch?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“How about tomorrow morning instead?” 

Matt stared at her, completely blank. “What are you doing?” he mouthed. 

“Just wait,” she mouthed back. 

Mueller hummed in agreement to her offer. “That would be very fitting for me, indeed,” he said. 

“Okay, then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. If you dare to even think about breaking the terms of this agreement, I swear to God-“

“No need to swear, I always keep my promises.”

The line clicked, though his laughter kept echoing in her head. The dreaded song that’s playing on the way to your own wake, a tsunami destroying the city of your dreams. The phone snapped in between her fingers. Metal flew across the room. She stared at the mangled device in her clutches. 

“Matt, we need to talk,” she said with such tranquility.

Matt still stood there, hands on his hips. The muscles in his arms twitched. He scratched his stubble. Composure was faltering. He could only stand so much.

He exhaled loudly. “What did you do?”

“Not here.” 

Eliza took another look around. She had to do something. The evidence hung high on the wall, used as nothing but wallpaper. It all meant something, essentially, and she would’ve been damned to leave it behind. 

He must’ve realized what she was planning. Before she could move, his arm shot out. He pulled her aside, finger on his lips, shushing her. 

“Someone’s outside,” he said. 

She eyed the door. “Who?”

“I don’t know, but they just asked for this lot. We need to go. I got a bad feeling about this.”

Eliza pointed to the chaos. “We can’t just leave this here,” she argued. “What if they take it back?“

She hoped he caught the pleading look on her face somehow. “Alright,” he gave in. “Take what you find most important. I’ll buy us some time. Five minutes, tops. Then you’re out of here.” He unfolded his cane.

She watched in awe as he straightened out his suit. Matt said he didn’t know how to act; the truth was, he knew very well how to pretend to be someone he wasn’t. He did it every day. He put on the same suit and the same glasses every day and made everyone believe he was a helpless blind man working as a lawyer. People believed he took charity cases because he cared. Not a single soul who didn’t know him would’ve suspected him to be Daredevil. Eliza never suspected it and she was trained to do it. He was that good, and watching him get ready to buy her some time without even questioning it proved her point because he didn’t care to be seen – he knew he could sell this without them ever knowing. 

“Matt,” Eliza called out.

“What?” he turned around.

“Thank you,” she said. 

Silence was the answer. She heard both doors fall shut, leaving her in the barely lit hidden room of the storage locker with all the pictures of familiar faces and files that would’ve taken ages to filter out. Five minutes. It wasn’t a lot but it wasn’t nothing. She could extract a lot in five minutes. 

Eliza didn’t waste another second. She began to turn the room upside down. There were several files she threw into a box. She took some of the pictures as evidence. She even picked up the broken burner phone off the ground, making sure the SIM card was still intact. The question about the laptop remained. Usually, ideas came easily to her. She knew her way around technology. She knew how to hack, how to restore information, and retrieve it from servers that seemed impossible to infiltrate. She knew how to do it. She’d learned how to do it. If she knew it, why did she hesitate? 

Fear is a paralytic. 

“Damn it,” she cursed. The table shook under intense pressure. What would Natasha do? 

Certainly not panic. Who was she if not spy first and person second? Her hand swayed in the air before it went down with the biggest ball of electricity she could muster, burning the insides of the laptop to a crisp. The release of energy eased her nerves a little. 

Natasha probably wouldn’t have done that, on second thought, but it was the only thing she could think of that made sense. Without a flash drive, there was no other choice but to bring the entire thing back with them. The charge of her powers must’ve burned just about everything inside. Pulling information off a broken laptop was complex, even for her, but not entirely impossible. Eliza put a lid on the box. She had to get out of there.

The faint sound of grunts on the other side of the door caused her to halt. She leaned against the metal to detect the direction of the sounds. The loud thud that followed was unmistakably a heavy body. She considered staying in, but checking the time she knew she had exceeded her five minutes, and there was no other way but to face the music. 

Eliza took a deep breath before she opened the storage unit as quietly as possible with the unoiled hinges. She clutched the box tight to her chest, daring to look around the corner for the first time since they had gone in. The sight surprised her - she shouldn’t have been, really, but she still stopped and stared at the suited, glorious backside she had grown accustomed to. 

Matt straightened his tie. The cane lay somewhere next to a brunette guy at least half a foot taller than him, knocked out with blood trailing down his nose on the ground. He picked it up, casually, and flipped it back open. 

“That was longer than five minutes.”

He dared to scowl at her. She gawked back at him and if she had been more in control of herself, she would’ve said something, but she still wasn’t over the sight before her. 

He strutted up to her, his suit perfectly buttoned back up again. There was a soft blood stain on his cheek that he wiped with his thumb. 

“Close your mouth or you’ll catch flies,” he said. 

Eliza pointed at the guys on the floor, then back at him. “I…”

“Yeah. Come on.” His grip was harsh on her elbow, his steps relentless. She almost dropped the box of evidence in the process. Behind his glasses had to be the wildest pair of eyes - she could only fathom what he looked like without them at that very moment. The adrenaline was as high as the nights he went out as Daredevil, but the comfort of his suit was so far away. It had never occurred to her that he could come out of himself without a mask to protect him. 

Matt kicked the backdoor open with his expensive dress shoes. Not a single scratch was to be seen on them. He shoved her out first just so he could lock the door behind them. When the sunlight finally hit his face, her own features darkened. She saw it - she was in for it. 

The gravel crunched loudly under them as they attempted to put space between them and the storage unit. By then, someone must’ve clearly found the knocked-out men, or they must’ve woken up and were in an uproar, either way, it was only a matter of time before people - authorities or not - would come to scout the premises. That was something, Matt, out of all people, wanted to prevent. 

Somewhere near the main road where the cab driver had dropped them off earlier, he finally stopped. Eliza was out of breath by the time they got there. She met his glasses. He stood with his hands on his lips and it seemed like he was staring holes into her soul. That was supposed to be her job. She couldn’t feel anything though. Her fingertips were numb and her heart kept on racing out of her chest. 

He huffed the air out of his nose. An attempt not to growl. “Do you ever think before you act?” he condescended. 

“Do I?” Eliza said. 

“I’m asking you. Do you ever use your head before you make decisions or do you just think ‘fuck it!’ and go with the first thing that comes to your mind? Because I feel very much compelled right now to walk you back there and have them arrest you.”

She had to correct whatever thoughts she had in the morning - his silent anger was worse than anything else. She missed his yelling, at least to that, she could find an easy reply. The tone in his voice though was dangerous and she knew if she said the wrong thing, she would’ve made things much worse. 

He cocked his head to the right. “Hm?” he said. “You know, when I ask you a question, I expect an answer.”

The box wasn’t acting as much of a lifeline as she had hoped. 

“Eliza, I am giving you permission to speak. Do not make me force you.”

“I was doing us a favor,” she said. Her voice was quiet. God, it was pathetic, really. She was stronger than him. She could’ve stopped him then and there, but no, she couldn’t. She physically wasn’t capable of teasing him anymore. 

Matt laughed. “A favor?”

“Yes! I mean, we needed what was in that storage unit. We needed the laptop. We- we need the answers, Matt. I mean, that’s what we came here for. It was better than doing absolutely nothing if you ask me.”

“Watch your tone, sweetheart.”

Shit. 

“Sorry.”

“So you’re telling me you thought about this beforehand?”

“I…” There was no satisfying answer to that question. 

“No, you haven’t.”

“You know, I stole that stuff because we needed it-”

“I’m not talking about the fucking evidence, Eliza!” He bared his teeth. “Look, I just want to know, what on earth were you thinking?”

“Is this about the phone call?” she asked. 

“Yes!”

“What should I’ve done, not answered it?”

“You don’t just answer a strange phone call in a room full of pictures of yourself and then agree to meet that person, even if you know them!” He was talking to her like he would to a child and it was offensive, but at the same time, she deserved it. Truly. Her actions had been beyond stupid, brainless, and absolutely childish. 

Of course, Eliza would never admit that out loud. 

“You said you needed to talk. Who the hell was he?”

“Matt, maybe we shouldn’t do it here-”

“No, you tell me now! I deserve to know the truth,” he said. “Who is Frank Mueller?”

She released a set of silent curses. “He was the man who experimented on me when I was a child,” she stated. To say it out loud felt weird, way too real. “You must’ve read his name in my file. I, uh, helped SHIELD put him away for the illegal human experiments after they started dismantling all the Hydra bases. The trial itself is confidential, but I think they’ve mentioned his name somewhere regarding my- my history.”

Instead of experiencing circuit failure again, Matt simply shook his head. “Brilliant!” 

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say you’re sorry. I know you mean it, but this is not something you should be sorry for. What you should be sorry for is just making this decision without consulting with me.”

“And how was I supposed to do that?”

“I don’t know, you always find a way for everything, don’t you?”

“I didn’t know he’d call!” Eliza said. 

He expected this all to be so easy.

“You could’ve just hung up,” he told her. “It would’ve been the smartest choice. I mean, what the fuck was going in your head, I really want to know because it makes absolutely no sense to me whatsoever.”

“Matt-”

“No. What about the fact he knew you were gonna be here today out of all days? What about the fact that he had the number to a burner phone inside a storage unit with a hidden room that was obviously established to stalk you and your friends? Or that- that this unit obviously links back to Hydra, what about that? And he used to be a doctor for Hydra. He used to be your-  He was Hydra, Eliza. And he called you to get you to talk to him because he knew you’d come to both StorQuest and now his prison cell as well. He knew you’d do it because it’s what you do!”

At this point, they were both loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear. 

“This isn’t just for me,” she argued. “I protect your ass too!”

“This is not what I’m talking about. You can protect me even when you tell me what you’re planning. I’m your lawyer, you know that, right? So as long as you don’t fire me or Foggy, we’re the ones who have to get you in there tomorrow. We’re the ones responsible for you in a legal sense and I am responsible to you in a personal sense now, too. This is- this was the most foolish decision you could’ve possibly made.” His chest heaved. “But you knew. Oh, you knew I’d tag along, no matter how it makes me feel. And you know that, even now, I’d even go in there for you. Hell, I’d walk through fire for you! These guys- I didn’t know what they were, but the thought of them hurting you was enough for me to beat them senseless. Do you realize what this does to me? What you do to me?”

Eliza gnawed at her bottom lip. He was so much taller in front of her like he could step on her any moment. “Matt, I’m so sorry.”

“This whole thing’s fragile as it is,” he said. 

“I know.”

“And you go ahead and put even more cracks in it. When instead, you could’ve just… you could’ve just talked to me and then called him back or- or you could’ve just not answered it and we could’ve made sure we were smarter.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. 

“God, stop it!” There it was, the yelling. Even though she had missed it, she hated it just the same. “Just stop it! Stop fucking apologizing all the time! It is not your fault!”

“Then stop making me feel like it is!”

“I’m not!”

“Yes, you are!”

He choked out a strangled sob at the taste of her salty tears in the dry air. Eliza rubbed her eyes with the sleeves of her - his - shirt. 

“Don’t,” he said.

She threw the box at his feet. “Since you know so much better than me, do it yourself!”

Matt grabbed her bicep and pulled her back into his side. “God. Why do you always have to act like such a fucking child?” 

She had waited for him to say it, eventually. Everyone ended up saying it one way or another. From him though, it hurt much more. He was the first man who had made her feel like she wasn’t just a stubborn child. Turns out, Eliza had been wrong about so many things. 

The second he said it, he regretted it. Her muscles slacked underneath his touch. Even her tears stopped. She simply slipped from his grasp and then she was gone. She didn’t simply disappear; she took the box back, the silent treatment heavy on her lips, and then she turned around and just walked away.

“Eliza!” he shouted after her. “Eliza, please, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it.”

The steady tap, tap, tap of the cane followed closely behind her - Matt refused to leave her alone, but he also knew if he had gotten up to walk next to her, he wouldn’t have survived it. 

“Can you slow down?” he asked. She pretended not to hear. “Eliza, can you slow down, please? I’m trying to talk to you.”

She sniffed. “Why don’t you call a kindergarten teacher to do it for you?”

“Eliza, I didn’t mean what I said! I don’t think you’re a child.”

“Of course not. That would make you a pedophile!”

“Come on, this is so not fair. I didn’t mean it!”

“Then why did you say it?”

“Because- I was angry, okay? I didn’t think. This isn’t about your age, I promise. I think you’re the most mature woman I’ve ever met and that says a lot. Just please, slow down! I already feel like a dog for yelling at you, don’t make me look like one, too.”

He breathed a sigh of relief when her footsteps finally ceased. She closed her eyes and waited for the tap, tap, tap to catch up to her. The cane nudged her foot slightly, a silent plea for her to turn around. 

“Matt,” she said. 

“Hey,” he answered. He kept poking her until she caved. Her red, swollen eyes fell on his fallen face. He was truly sorry and she could see it, which made being angry at him an impossible task. Hell, he was pouting at her. He had been following her for at least a mile just so she wouldn’t be alone, still hoping for redemption, and now his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. How could she ever be angry at a sight like that?

She ground her teeth. “What do you want?”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“Okay. You done?”

“I get that you’re mad and you have every right to be, but let us take a cab back to my place, at least. I’m pretty sure it’s about to rain any minute now.”

“Then that’s fine by me.”

“Eliza.”

Like on command, the sky tore open. Matt looked back down at his feet with a prolonged sigh. They were going to get wet. But if it had to be with her, he was okay with that. 

“Great,” he said more to himself. 

She looked at him and he did his best to stare back. Neither of them seemed to want to budge any time soon. The box in her hand was slowly growing heavier. 

To his surprise, she turned around and kept walking. 

“This is ridiculous. Eliza, you’re gonna get sick.”

“I’m not,” she retorted. 

“Yes, you are.”

“No.”

“Jesus!” He closed his cane and undid his suit jacket at the same time. Fuck the distance, he thought. “Here,” he said, not taking no for an answer as he slipped the jacket over her shoulders. She was already shaking. Summer rain is nice, but it has the tendency to surprise with its fall in temperature. 

He wasn’t sure how long they kept walking in silence until she finally spoke again. “Your shirt is getting wet,” she told him. 

“That’s because it’s raining.”

“You can always call a cab, you know.”

“As long as you won’t get into one, I’m staying. How far is it, twenty more minutes? You know, I could take your box.”

She scoffed. “No.”

“To which one?”

“I can carry my own box,” she said. “And it’s five minutes because we’re not going to your place. I’m going home.”

“S- Eliza, we’ve talked about this!”

“I need clothes.”

Matt realized, “Oh.”

“You can call a cab from my apartment. But until then, I want to enjoy the rain in peace, if you don’t mind.”

He snaked his arm around hers. “I don’t mind the rain,” he said. 

She gave the faintest of smiles. 

“I don’t mind the rain with you.”

Matt said it so nonchalantly, so casually, she almost missed it.

Two broken people hardly ever make a whole. The pieces are too different, the broken edges on opposite sides of the puzzle. No matter how hard you squeeze, they won’t fit; the picture is inherently wrong, misplaced. Eliza didn’t want to be an unfitting puzzle piece. She wanted both of them in the middle of the jigsaw. She just wanted this to stick – for once in her miserable life, she wanted to be happy. But it wasn’t real, she had said it herself. They weren’t meant to be real. 

Deep down she knew they were cursed. She looked at him and she saw all the things wrong with him. Her reflection in his glasses, a broken face staring at a man too good for her. Maybe he was as bad as he was good, but for what it was worth, one thing they had in common: tragedy came easy and they were too blind to see it, no matter how many times they told themselves it was wrong. 

What’s wrong feels right until someone gets hurt, and then the glass shatters to the point of no repair. If there was a god, he sure had a shitty way of showing it.

And as the rain came down on them, Eliza wished nothing more than to take back all the things she said - though she never did because there was one thing she was really good at, and it was the process of ruining things beyond repair, and then she would give up, she always did, because all that she was good for was to destroy. 

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The Fraction of Innocence.

**Gif Not Mine**

Anon Requested: 10, 16, and 25 for the smutty prompts thing!!!

10: “were you just touching yourself?” ‘yeah, what are you donna do about it?’

16: “the only way you are gonna get off is on my thigh.”

25: “she may be all lollipops and candy bars, but I bet behind closed doors she’s hand cuffs and gags.”

Pairings: SpencerXReader

Rating: M, (This is very explicit.)

Words: 4K

Warnings: NSFW!!! 18+ (Dom!Spencer, BDSM overtones, sexual conduct, fingering, bondage, etc.)

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Spencer thinks Y/N is an innocent, naive girl until a case reveals her extracurricular activities. 

Spencer had been back from jail for 2 months when he first met her. 

At first he didn’t think anything of her, other than the faint smell of vanilla and daisy as she walked past him in the bullpen and the bright smile that seemed to take up half her face. She was carrying files close to her chest like a schoolgirl late to class and the skirt of her white dress bellowed softly behind her as she made her way to Emily’s office.  

“Who is that?” He had asked. 

Luke looked up to where Spencer’s gaze was. “Oh, that’s Y/N, she's a tech analyst helping Penelope out right now. She’s sweet, you’ll like her.”  

It doesn’t take Spencer long after that to decide he, in fact, does not like you. There was nothing wrong with you. Luke was right, you were sweet, almost sickeningly so. It was like you had no concept of reality. You lived in this world of all sunshine and good things despite the horror that crossed your screen daily. And while Penelope was the same, she at the very least knew how bad the world could be and chose to see the good in it. You didn’t, it was like you’d never had a single bad thing happen to you. And Spencer, who had been dealt the bad hand so many times in life hated that. 

It also didn’t help that you were gorgeous too. You looked like an artist sculpted you himself to make the perfect woman. Real People weren’t supposed to look like that. Real people were supposed to have flaws and blisters. Real people were supposed to look tired so early in the morning not fully awake and smiling while handing everyone in the office a coffee. He didn’t understand how you could be real.   

“Here you go, Spencer. Americano lots of sugar.” You said, placing the coffee on his desk. 

“Thank you.” He mumbles. 

“We have a case, by the way.” You giggle, going off to hand Luke his coffee before walking away to the conference room. Spencer was barely able to keep his eye roll at bay. 

Luke sees that and laughs, clapping Spencer on the back. “Come on, kid. Play nice.” 

“She’s giggling about a murder case.” Spencer grumbles before following him into the conference room. 

“3 women have been murdered in Queens. Judging by the scars, they were all bound and strangled before finally being dumped in an alley.” Garcia says, as she goes through the slides, showing the crime scenes. “Police need our help finding the connection between these three women because right now, it looks like there is none.” 

“I’d say.” Tara speaks up. “We have a waitress/student, a doctor, and a paralegal. All living in different areas of the city with virtually no reason to interact.” 

Spencer looks down at his file, examining the picture when he notices something. Just as he opens his mouth to say something, you clear your throat.  

“Umm, Emily?” You say from your seat right across from Spencer. Emily looks up inquisitively at you. “I think I know what connects them.” 

“What’s that, Y/N?” Emily asks, raising a brow at her.  

You clear your throat again. “Victim #2, Rebecca Belfront, has a Padlock collar necklace on in her second picture. That’s typically used to indicate she’s a submissive with a committed dominant partner. But she wasn’t wearing it when her body was found which makes me think that that relationship recently ended. That made me look at the marks on their arms. While there are some new ones from the murders, they all have faded marks around the wrist and body as well. Leads me to believe the bounding was er-... consensual. We should probably look into New York’s BDSM scene.” You close, smiling awkwardly. 

Spencer looks at you in shock. He, of course, had come to the same conclusion you did and had been about to say that but he, at least, knew why he knew that. Why did you know that? 

Emily hummed thoughtfully. “It’s worth looking into. Do you mind coming to NY with us? Your insight might be needed.” 

You look kind of shocked at that but nod. “Of course, whatever I can do to help.” You say, softly. 

“Great, Wheels up in 30.” She says, getting up, effectively ending the meet. Spencer watches you speed after her, files in hand to ask some more questions. Spencer’s walking back to his desk when Luke catches up with him. 

“Y/N has a dark side. Who knew?” He says, smirking. 

“Probably not.” Spencer muses. “She could’ve just known that. I mean, I  just know stuff sometimes too.” 

“Nah, I don’t think so. Her body language gave her away. She was flushing and stuttering sure, but she was confident in what she was saying. Almost as if, she was speaking from experience.” Luke laughs. “She may be all lollipops and candy bars here, but I bet behind closed doors, she’s handcuffs and gags.”  

Spencer hums. “Maybe.” He says looking up to watch you walk back across the catwalk from Prentiss’ office. Luke was right though, your body language did give you completely away that you were talking from experience. Spencer couldn’t help but wonder just how much. 

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When you arrive in New York, You head straight from the jet to the Police Station in Queens. You fiddle with your thumbs a bit, you are nervous. 

“You ok?” Spencer says, from his spot in front of the bulletin board he was setting up. You were supposed to be helping him but you knew Spencer was particular about some things so you let him do it. In fact, there were a lot of things you’d let Spencer do. With you, to you, you weren’t picky. The man was gorgeous enough to make you nervous. With his lean muscles, long, fluffy hair, and large hands, he looked like something that walked right out of a wet dream of yours. Which sometimes, he was just that. You weren’t stupid though, you knew Spencer didn’t think of you that way. In fact, you didn’t think Spencer thought of you in any way. He seemed to ignore you anyway he could. 

You look up from your laptop. “Oh yea, I’m fine. I’m just...nervous. I’ve never been in the field.” 

“Chances are you won’t be, Emily will probably keep you in the Station if she can help it.” Spencer provides. 

“I know, it’s just-- you know what I mean.” You say, Spencer nods before returning to the bulletin board. You stand to look at the map with him. “So, from what I was able to find there’s only 3 BDSM clubs in Queens but there’s only one in the middle of where the three women were found. Place called Cat’s Cradle.” 

Spencer hums. “How complicated and unpredictable the machinery of life really is.” You look up at the man, recognizing the quote.  

“There is love enough in this world for everybody, if people will just look.” You say back, shrugging. 

“You read Vonnegut?” He asks. 

“You said that like you’re more surprised that I can read than what I read being Vonnegut.” You say, Spencer shrugs not even denying it. God, he was such a dick sometimes. A hot dick, but a dick nonetheless. 

The two of you turn when you hear a knock at the door to see the lead detective coming in to check on you guys. “Just wanted to see how things were coming along. Also see if you guys needed anything?” Though he only directed the question at you with a sly smirk on his face. Men were so obvious sometimes. 

“Nope, we’re fine.” You smile although you didn’t want to. “We’ve narrowed down to a couple BDSM clubs so hopefully we’ll catch our guy soon.” 

“Wait, you think these girls were…” He trails off. You nod, knowing what he was thinking. “Well, it probably serves them right.” 

“Excuse me?” You say. 

“Listen, I know what kind of girls go into those kinds of clubs. If they want to be sexual deviants, they can’t be surprised when shit like this happens to them.” He gestures to the board. 

“Actually more women are into Dominant/Submissive as well as BDSM relationships than you would think, statistically 85%.” Spencer cuts him off. “These clubs are just commonplace for them to meet like minded people just like you would do in any other club and they should be put on trial after their deaths for trusting the wrong person. If you don’t mind, we’d like to get back to work, Detective.” He says, turning back towards the board. The man nods and leaves shortly after that. 

“Thank you.” You say, softly. 

“What for?” Spencer asks. 

“Come on, I work with profilers and I’m not stupid. I know you guys know about me so thank you for defending me just now.” 

“I wasn’t defending you.” Spencer says. “He was making inappropriate comments about victims and we don’t need that outdated way of thinking working on this case. Besides…” He says, eyes flickering down to your lips and back to your eyes. “You’re not the only one with… unconventional extracurriculars.” He turns and walks out after that leaving you watching after him. 

What? 

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 After delivering the profile, you find the Unsub, a man named Ivan Parke. The only thing left to do was find the best way to snuff him out. When the team is discussing the next best course of action. It’s then Luke comes up with the idea. 

“We should send Y/N undercover.” He says. “She knows the profile and knows the most about the scene.” 

Emily nods. “Is that something you’re comfortable with, Y/N.” 

You look up. “Oh, um yea. I’d have to find a different outfit but you have to send someone with me.” You say, everyone looks at you confused so you sigh and explain yourself. “If you send me into a club like this, in a foreign place with no Dom, the Unsub isn’t going to be my only worry. Someone’s going to have to play my dominant.”   

“I’ll do it.” Spencer speaks up. Your eyes widened, you were not expecting Spencer to agree to it, you assumed you’d be stuck with Luke. Now you’re going to have to spend the night with the man you’d been crushing on since you started working with the BAU as his submissive. Like that wasn’t a dream come true. 

“Great.” Emily says, dismissing everyone and handing you an expense credit card for an outfit. You take it and leave immediately, ignoring the sly look Spencer gives you. 

You ended with a short, low-cut black leather dress with tank-like sleeves that showed off your curves and left very little to the imagination. As well as a clear pair of platform heels. You pulled your hair back into a sleek ponytail and you topped the look with your own personal leather choker with a large circle knob in the center. It was one of your favorite pieces to wear though you never really got a chance to wear it unless you were going to clubs, which you didn’t do as often these days. It was an expensive piece sure, but so worth it when you got to wear it. You were doing your makeup a little darker then you usually do in the bathroom when Spencer comes in. 

“Is this how you typically look on the weekends?” He asks, standing behind you in the mirror. You look up to look him in the eyes through it. 

“If I have the time.” You shrug. 

“It’s very different. You’re very different from how I thought you were.” 

“And how did you think I was, Spencer?”

“Naive...innocent.”   

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have assumed anything about me.” You say, turning towards the man. 

“Maybe you’re right… That’s an expensive piece.” He points out pointing to your choker. “Emily’s going to have fun explaining that at the next budgetary hearing.” 

“I didn’t buy it today.” You explain. “It’s mine.” 

Spencer hums for a moment before lifting his hand to turn your jaw, examining the piece. You can’t help the way your breath hitches at the contact. Spencer was already so close to you and now he was touching you, it was already starting to be too much. Soon, Spencer is hooking two fingers into the circle knob of your choker and he yanks it. Involuntarily, a whimper falls from your lips, prompting a smirk from the man across from you. 

“Tonight’s going to be fun.” He says before leaving you in the bathroom in a state of shock. 

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 After getting your comms set up by Luke, who tried to avert his eyes from your frame as much as possible, you and Spencer walk into the Cat’s Cradle. Typically you didn’t like the club scene, but you sometimes liked to venture out when looking for a new partner. Cat’s Cradle was definitely different than the other places you had been. Sure it still had the private rooms and the main stage where a scene was happening in front of you but it was a lot more laid back than the ones you went to in DC. Spencer was really enjoying his role too. Probably hamming it up too much because he knew there was a part of you that actually wanted him to. In the end, finding Ivan Parke was easy. He took the bait almost instantly and you were arresting him just as fast. 

“Great work tonight guys.” Emily says, when you reach the hotel lobby. “Jet’s leaving at 7AM so make sure to get some rest.” She says, dismissing you. 

Now begged a tricky situation because you had almost forgotten you and Spencer were rooming together. As you walked back to the room together the air was thick but both of you were silent. The tension had been building between the two of you since he yanked your choker in the station bathroom. You knew it was a matter of time. The dam had to break. 

“You can shower first.” Spencer says. You nod, taking off your choker and grabbing clothes before taking solace in the bathroom. You wanted Spencer and you knew you needed to expedite this. After a much needed shower, you change into your pajama shorts and tank combo. Spencer steps into the shower almost as soon as you leave it. It’s then that you think of the perfect plan. You lay on the bed and spread your legs before slipping a hand down your shorts. You tease yourself at first, rubbing your clit through your underwear while you thought about the events of the night. How Spencer had been so authoritative. How his hand slid to the small of your back and sometimes ghosted your ass as the two of you walked around the club. How he had been so close in the bathroom. The way he yanked you closer. A small moan escaped you as you slid your hand in your underwear. Soon you hear the bathroom door open. Spencer stops short, watching you before leaning on the frame. 

“Were you just touching yourself?”

“Yes.” You answer. “Are you gonna to do something about it?” 

“Should I? Instead of telling me what you want you decide to act like a brat and do this.” 

Spencer moves closer to the bed but doesn’t do anything, just continues to watch you so you decide to give him a show. Moaning loudly as you slide a digit inside of you. Spencer looks at you with hooded eyes. You can’t help the small laugh that leaves you. 

“I think you’re going to give me what I want.” You say, smirking. 

“And why’s that?” He says. 

“You’re already weak.” You say. 

“I’m weak, pretty girl?” He asks, incredulously. Before you know it, he’s ripping your hand out of your pants and crowding in the space between your legs forcing you to sit up and look at him. “You’re in here touching yourself to the thought of me like a horny teenager and I’m the one who’s weak? Ok.”  He sits back and pulls you by your hips to sit on top of his lap, your legs straddling one of his thighs. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh, ok?” He tells you, starting to move your hips. You moan, nodding your head as the friction makes its way through your core. Spencer lifts your shirt off you and smirks when his eyes land on your bare breast. He leans forward to catch your left nipple in his mouth. Your back arches as you grind harder against his thigh. Your hands fly up to start unbuttoning his shirt when he stops you. 

“Did I say you could touch yet, princess?”  He asks. 

“N-No, sir.” You stutter. 

“Then keep your hands to yourself.” He says, putting your hands back to your side. He does indulge you by taking his shirt off himself. But that doesn’t help you keep your hands to yourself. You saw the lean muscle and craved to mark it up with your nails. Your hands go up to touch him again but he stops you. 

“If I have to ask you again, I’m going to tie you up, Princess. Just be good, baby.” 

You were already close before but now with Spencer’s hands and mouth everywhere and constant friction on your sex it was damn near pushing you off the edge. 

“I’m gonna come.” You tell him, he grips your hips tighter, lifting his leg slightly so he was only rubbing against your clit. That makes you moan out loudly. 

“Go ahead, Princess. Cum for me.” He says, and that was all you needed to fall right over the edge. Your legs shake and convulse as Spencer grips your hips help you ride it out.  Soon you come down panting and he’s kissing into your neck. He pulls back and grips your jaw. 

“Still think I’m weak, Princess?”  He asks. 

You knew it was unwise. In fact, you tried to stop yourself before you did it but it was too late. You reared your hand back and slapped Spencer across the cheek. Not hard enough to be seen as anything malicious but sharp enough to throw him off, like he couldn’t believe you had done it.  

“Yes I do.” You say looking him in the eyes after. Something like a switch went off because there was no other way to describe the look he gave you other than feral and fully primitive. He pushes you off him. 

“Get on your hands and knees, now.” He says, menacingly. You scramble and run to get into the position. Once in, Spencer forces your knees further apart. He angrily takes his belt off his pants before fashioning them into a makeshift cuff and pulling your wrist so they’re tied behind your back, leaving you face down into the mattress. He slides your shorts and underwear off in one go. You yelp loudly when the first slap comes to your behind. When the second and third slap comes, you try to squeeze your legs together to get some form of friction but Spencer forces your knees further apart. You moan out when you feel a digit slide against your folds. You try to push back on it but Spencer holds your hips in place. 

“P-Please.” you stutter. 

“What do you want, Princess?” He says, sliding a second digit inside you making you cry out more. 

“Please, fuck me, Spencer.” You say, and you really didn’t have to ask twice because almost as soon as you ask Spencer’s hands leave you to finish unbuckling his pants. There’s a brief moment of calm, so calm that you almost think Spencer wasn’t going to give you what you want but that calm is interrupted by Spencer slamming into, no warning. You scream out but that’s only rewarded with your head being shoved more into the mattress to muffle your cries. Spencer’s hands are pulling on your cuffs so he is almost impossibly deep inside you. You moans start to get louder and louder. Suddenly, Spencer is pulling you up so you’re both sitting up, your back against his chest. One of his hands slides to grip around your neck while the other is moving to circle your clit. The hand around your neck tilts your jaw back so you’re looking up at the man behind you. 

“Fuck, you feel so good. Open your mouth, Princess.” He orders, which you do instantly sticking your tongue out. Spencer leans forward and spits into your waiting mouth before locking his mouth with yours. His hand squeezes your neck tighter as you moan into his mouth as he starts fucking you faster, his dick hitting your g-spot almost every thrust. It’s not long before you’re just babbling, not even able to string a coherent sentence together. 

“You gonna come for me, Princess?” He asks. You nod, moaning loudly. At this point, you knew there was no way the person in the room next to you guys didn’t hear you. You could only hope that it wasn’t one of the team. “Go ahead for me, baby. Be a good girl and come on my cock.” After that, it doesn’t take long before you’re falling over the edge, shaking all the while. Spencer fucks you through it before tightening his grip on your hips to bend you back forwards so your face is back on the mattress. He fucks you hard and fast before falling over the edge himself, moaning your name. 

The two of you say nothing as he unties you. When he does, you instantly flop down on your back, breathing heavily. Spencer wordlessly gets up and goes to the bathroom. For a moment you think he’s just leaving you like this, that you were foolish to think Spencer cared anything about you but in that moment he comes back with a wet cloth and ointment. He says nothing as he wipes between your legs before tossing the towel aside. You watch him with a smirk on your face as he rubs the ointment on the red marks the red cuffs made on you. 

He looks you in the eye. “What, Y/N?” 

“What happened to Princess?” You say, Spencer just looks at you with a bored expression which only makes you smile more. “Now’s probably a good time for you to ask me to dinner.” 

Spencer chuckles lightly at that. “You don’t want to go to dinner with me.” 

“I’m almost positive I do. Why would you say that?” You ask. 

Spencer looks you in the eyes at that moment. “I’m not-Y/N, I’m not like you.” 

“Like me?” 

“I’m not able to be cheery and smiley. I can’t float into rooms. I can’t be happy like you are, too much has happened to me. You deserve someone happy.” 

“Spencer.” You say, looking him in the eyes. “You are not broken. You can be happy, it’s going to take time sure but I’m willing to be with you through that. If you want that.” You say. 

Spencer nods. “Ok, Y/N.” he smiles. 

“So….?” 

He rolls his eyes at that. “What’re you doing next sunday?” 

You smile, brightly. “Absolutely nothing.”    

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INCORRECT HAIKYUU QUOTES FROM BUZZFEED UNSOLVED

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i got this idea from @memekingofwwiii and some of it are theirs 🙇🏻‍♀️ thank you for letting me add it here 😊 it’s a mixture from buzzfeed unsolved supernatural and true crime 👀 i really had fun doing this!

warning: swearing, mentions of death/murder/killing/blood/weed

「part 2」

Tendou: i did have a neighbor who had an overhang of a lime tree, and it was great because i could go pick a little lime.

Ushijima: did you ever think about killing your neighbor?

Tendou: when he didn't give me limes, yeah.

Ushijima: oh, okay; all right.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Matsukawa: this is my bridge now, if you want it back you’re gonna have to kill me.

Oikawa: he did throw someone off the bridge once.

Matsukawa: fuck you, goatman!

Oikawa: Jesus Christ.

Kunimi: *behind the camera snickering as mattsun taunts the goatman much to oikawa’s dismay*

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Matsukawa: hey demons, it’s me, ya boi.

Matsukawa: if you want to eat my heart, turn that light on. If you want to eat oikawa’s heart, turn that light on...

Oikawa: don’t drag me into your shit, mattsun.

*torch turns on*

Oikawa: *screams*

Matsukawa: *laughs hysterically as he continues to lie on the pentagram*

Kunimi: *actual wheezing*

Matsukawa: i think this demon’s a wimp.

Oikawa: he’s out of his fucking mind.

Kunimi: *having the time of his life*

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Oikawa: every human's capable of murder if you push them enough. i just don't know if this is enough of a push.

Iwaizumi: okay.

Oikawa: it's true!

Iwaizumi: is that so?

Oikawa: yeah.

Oikawa: i bet you you would murder me if I pushed you enough.

Iwaizumi: yeah, probably.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Tsukishima: …

Tsukishima: so, you're telling me, at nine years old, you don’t go to church. the first time you cross the threshold into holy ground,

Nishinoya: *makes noise and imitates blood coming out of his nose*

Tsukishima: blood expels from your nostrils?

Nishinoya: yeah, yeah. they ran outta tissues! mopping that up.

Tsukishima: …

Nishinoya: it was wild!

Tsukishima: it sounds wild.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Kuroo: i think it was the neighbor. look, i’m a simple man. i see a trail of blood going to someone's house. even if they didn't do it, come on; you're going to jail.

Kenma: i think it might've been a random person.

Kuroo: all right.

Kenma: it just seems too obvious.

Kuroo: okay.

Kenma: there's a paper trail of their feud. why the hell would he be that dumb?

Kuroo: rage, you know? lust, rage. rage just- just building up, bursting out.

Kenma: well, i've never really gotten that angry. i don't really have that capacity.

Kuroo: it's building. it's building inside you. everyone sees it; we all see it.

Kenma: that's great. oh man, i can't wait for krakatoa then.

Kuroo: *shuddering* oh- oh- i shudder.

Kenma: hope no one's in the way 😺

Kuroo: …

Kuroo: scary.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Daichi: he allegedly chased his mother with an axe when he was 19.

Asahi: not great.

Daichi: (wheeze) no? not off- off to a bad start?

Asahi: no good. i’ve never done that. you didn’t do that did you?

Daichi: no! i didn't- what- is there anything to suggest that I would chase my mom with an axe?

Asahi: (inhales) not outright i feel like if you peel the layers back.

Daichi: you think if you peel the layers back from this onion, you'll see something you don’t want to see?

Asahi: yeah. i think you wear a mask sometimes 😅

Daichi: mm-hmm i think you should keep digging and maybe see what happens 🙂

Asahi: uh no i'm good 🧍🏻‍♂️

Daichi: *staring at asahi*

Asahi: 👁👄👁💧

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Osamu: my takeaway is people from chicago are weird.

Atsumu: the- this does not represent chicago. this is people and go "ey! chicago tylenol murders"

Osamu: (laugh) home with the beam, the cubs and the chicago tylenol murders and of course our nation's greatest tragedy, miya atsumu.

Atsumu: that- that's not me.

Osamu: i read it somewhere 🤷🏻

Atsumu: no, you didn’t, you probably wrote it.

Osamu: yeah.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Suna: i’d love to be an heiress.

Kita: (snickers)

Suna: i know she’s probably gonna disappear or something.

Kita: so you wanna be a trust fund baby?

Suna: i’d like someone to give me a lot of money for doing nothing. but i want-

Kita: and then you wanna disappear?

Suna: yes. i want to get a lot of money and then vanish from the face of the earth.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Ennoshita: her family believed that when she left at 11:30 am, she had as much as $30 in her purse, which in today’s dollars would be more than $750.

Nishinoya: holy moly!

Tanaka: that’s a lot of quiche—

Nishinoya: yeah.

Tanaka: that’s a lot of quiche.

Nishinoya: thirty bucks going that far in 1910.

Tanaka: i don’t even have $750 in my bank account.

Nishinoya: i’ve never had $750 in my pocket! i rarely have had $30 in my pocket.

Ennoshita: well i don’t really carry cash anymore-

Nishinoya & Tanaka: who does!?

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Yaku: stop number one, mothman statue.

Lev: it looks very ornate.

Yaku: *shocked that lev knows that word*

Yaku: you’ll be able to stare at it eye to eye.

Lev: what’s that supposed to mean?

Yaku: it means you’re eight feet tall, it’s a tall joke. get it?

Lev: 🧍🏼

Yaku: 🤦🏼‍♂️

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Akaashi: any... any thought in that so far?

Bokuto: (fart sound) nope. what year is it, ‘66?

Akaashi: ‘66.

Bokuto: few teens out there probably smoking a few funny cigarettes.

Akaashi: you could say weed. it’s 2018.

Bokuto: ...some grass.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Kageyama: so my guess is the couples were somewhere around here, maybe on that road over there.

Hinata: yeah.

Kageyama: and i'm not sure of the exact location but this is where they saw him stumbling around.

Hinata: they just… saw him kinda shambling?

Kageyama: yeah.

Hinata: big shambling man. kinda *shuffling his body*

Kageyama: i- i don’t know, maybe he was just taking a walk, i mean, what's it to you?

Hinata: why would you take a walk if you had wings?

Kageyama: he's a fucking creature, he can do what he wants.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Kuroo: but all im saying is that what you need to gather from this is that he has an effect on people's psyche.

Lev: this mothman's a complicated character.

Kuroo: what does he sound like? what does he sound like?

Lev: he sound like the blood bird.

Kuroo: …

Lev: flappy spookster.

Kuroo: …

Kuroo: that's- come on.

Kuroo: *glances over to lev's notes*

Lev: the winged wretch. did i already say that?

Kuroo: this just says fright terror.

Kuroo: *throws away the notes*

Lev: you know, just call him batman, why is that hard? 😩

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

(howling)

Goshiki: what the fuck.

Shirabu: well those are coyotes… or dogs. Or a large pack of something.

Goshiki: holy shit.

Shirabu: just some coyotes.

Goshiki: are you not fucking alarmed right now?

Shirabu: are you scared? (laugh)

Goshiki: dude wait- this goes beyond belief, that was a pack of, whatever the fuck that was.

Shirabu: it was coyotes!

Goshiki: is that our cue to leave? i think maybe. we've been out here for quite a bit.

Shirabu: yeah, i don’t know if were gonna find anything tonight.

Goshiki: i don’t wanna be in the mouth of some coyote later, that's not how i want the picture wrap on old tsutomu to be.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Atsumu: air force one? they filmed air force one here?

Atsumu: air force one actually, now that i think of it, remember the reason they hijacked the plane is to release for the-

Sakusa: i’m gonna go ahead and cut you off right there 'cause i don’t give a shit.

Sakusa: we’re gonna move over here.

Atsumu: …okay.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Kai: four people in a cell, that's a lot

Kuroo: i mean, you put any normal people in a room that's too small. like if you’re in a dorm in college, if you hate your roommate…

Kai: it's tough business

Kuroo: listening to music too loud when i'm trying to study

Kai: hwfrrrrr…

Kuroo: cookin' uhh… top ramen in the microwave when i'm trying to sleep

Kai: you got some axes to grind?

Kuroo: no.

Kai: oh

Kuroo: fuck you, daishou.

Kai: daishou?

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

(distant thud)

Yamamoto: what the fuck?

Kenma: :3

Yamamoto: is all i have to say to that.

Kenma: they didn’t like the thumb talk.

Yamamoto: you didn't like the thumb talk? was it too much thumb talk? i thought we went about two minutes long on the-

(distant thud)

Kenma: they don’t like the thumb talk.

Yamamoto: *looking around in shock*

Kenma: *stopping himself from laughing*

Yamamoto: uhhhh… holy fuck. holy fuck, holy fuck. if you’re one of the people that had that thumb thing to happen to you, that sucks. what was it like?

Kenma: what do you think you're gonna get right now? 😑

Yamamoto: i feel like we should go see what that is, to be honest.

Kenma: *shakes his head*

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Tsukishima: we’re walking over to the source of the disturbance.

Hinata: hello? (sigh) i’m gonna lose my mind. so, it did that twice within the span of 10 seconds but nothing else?

Tsukishima: but, we can confirm that it did sound like this right? *slams the cabinet door*

Hinata: yeah.

Tsukishima: that was the sound.

Hinata: do you think the wind’s gonna do that twice?

Tsukishima: *blows on the cabinet door*

Tsukishima: not moving 🙄

Hinata: well, shit.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Sugawara: oh there it is. it’s that. *pointing to where the sound was coming from*

Asahi: what?

Sugawara: there’s a logical explanation for you.

Asahi: ah! okay, there it is. well, there you go, there you go.

Sugawara: but, if we hadn’t seen that...

Asahi: if we hadn’t seen that we would be fooled 😅

Sugawara: no, we wouldn’t have been fooled. you would have been telling me for months.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

*inside the prisoners of ohio state penitentiary*

Kageyama: this is fucking terrible.

Tsukishima: it’s the opportunity of a lifetime to be here.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Tendou: i’m separating from the group.

Semi: it’s the ideal time to kill him.

Tendou: yeah i mean, if i were gonna die in camera it would be a pretty noble thing.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Osamu: I don’t understand what’s wrong with atsumu sometimes.

Atsumu: what was that?

Osamu: i didn’t say anything.

Atsumu: you sure you didn’t say anything, ‘samu?

Osamu: now go back and set ‘em off to make sure they work.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Sakusa: *inhales*

Atsumu: *inhales*

Sakusa: you need to back up from me. i can feel your air intake. it’s like a gross nasal jet, i don’t know.

Atsumu: *takes a step towards sakusa*

Sakusa: uh no *takes a step backwards*

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Futakuchi: latch yourself onto my soul, come back to hollywood with me, and destroy the lives of all my friends and coworkers.

Koganegawa: a little hard to follow, but i like where you’re going.

Futakuchi: kogane’s family has a little-

Koganegawa: ey! ey! do-! do-! don’t!

Futakuchi: -dog named mickey.

Koganegawa:*trying to stop futakuchi*

Futakuchi: real good. you wanted me to give it my all. i’m throwing stuff on the table.

Koganegawa: insults, not personal information. you’re giving him a dossier on my life!

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this is less a tutorial and more a semi in-depth explanation on my process while taking screenies. my do’s and don’ts about lightning, angles, text/dialogue, close-ups and other!

as a disclaimer, anyone is free to take their screenies however they want and this is just my personal preference and opinions ♡ everything is under the cut! i did say its LONG so dont say i didnt warn u 😳

i use the nobluv2 and noglo mods by luumia! i recommend them 100000%

1. lightning

with its exceptions, this being i’m in a room with candles/chandelier/anything that doesnt naturally produce a white light OR ambiance reasons, my setting with screenies is with the ‘Neutral White’ color. this is for me, more visually appealing than just bathing your sim in yellow light.

EXAMPLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

warmer white:

poor lit:

good <3:

i usually test my lightning before i actually take any screenies so my sim is well-lit but also preventing overexposure bc of the lighting. an example of overexposure is when for example the lighting is SO strong, your sim looks like its ‘shining’

you can see it here on her chest highlights, her arm and her cheeks. i exaggerated it here so its more obvious. fixing overexposure is HARDER than upping the brightness in a poor-lit screenshot. overexposure and makin sims look like they are SHINING is a crime. JAIL

the best light ever tbh. just dont get... to carried away

1.2 outdoor lightning

this is one a bit trickier depending on your location but USUALLY your screenies would look well dark. again, test lightning before actually shooting screenies! i generally look for a lamp posts that have good lightning and shrink them down so if im taking angled shots, it doesnt get in the way. change the color to neutral white and if its too much lightning, just lower the dimmer:

2. just no

just no to all this:

in general, you can ZOOM to the max, and with the scroll-wheel zoom out THREE TIMES. four times we on the edge but its still acceptable. five times and you are goin to JAIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

in general i also recommend having a semi-big room so you can move around without any problems. small rooms DO work but chances are while moving around you’re either going to go outside the room, run into a plant in the shot or into another decor item.

for example, this is a ‘small’ room. while taking photos i have run into the bookshelves for over the shoulder shots like 8000 times. still, doable, but why put myself thru the suffering>?????

2.2 fill the room

nothin sadder than, for example, doing a bedroom scene and there just being...a bed. the game comes with so much clutter and theres also a lot of clutter cc to make rooms seem more ‘lived in’. its also a lot more visually appealing than the room being empty.

3. angles for screenies

my controversial OPINION!!!! i dont care for FULL surroundings shots for more than for a singular panel. THERE I SAID IT!!! usually i show the surroundings/scene setting in ONE panel and then i move on to other angles. again, has exceptions. these being a banquet, party, ball, another sim joins the scene, montages, etc! ANYWHERE that has something happening with multiple people in general.

for example, i don’t see why repeat the same angle with different poses. i can do it for one panel, but for the next ones? there’s the option of over the shoulder shots,  detail shots, them looking at each other shots, cinammon tography shots........... more than likely your reader already has an idea of where your characters are so showing it in every single panel is not necessary.

always try and leave a lil breathin room for the heads on top so it isnt all CRAMPED! but this all depends on the pose, if theres a height difference included in said poses and the angle you are taking the screenshot from!

same thing about not just doing...full on surrounding shots for when something is HAPPENING. say, someone is fainting, collapsing...ANYTHIN!! theres so many shot options than just repeating the same angle over and over again. DONT BE SHY!!!! DO VARIETY !!!

we in photography class now. BUT yes keep these in mind ALSO while taking photos so it isnt just the same angle, same distance just different pose. your sim has a nice outfit? showing it once is enough! every panel? ummmm......... your sim is crying?  do a medium close up/medium shot and not a full body shot!

3.1 close ups

your close ups and ALL screenies in general, don’t have to be FRONTAL only. they can be right/left side, a lil angled...

waist/chest level is a good level for a close-up sim wise since if you ZOOM in too much WELL

4. text/dialogue

i’d recommend any SANS-SERIF fonts. serif fonts are so hard to read even if nice looking. usually a font-size of over 40px+ works and you can add outside stroke and even drop shadow!

i personally use calibri (bold italic) for my screenies, but other subtitle fonts like arial, myriad pro, helvetica...really any sans-serif ones work.

my stroke settings:

i also wouldn’t recommend putting 4000 word paragraphs in ONE screenie because it’s just visually exhausting. the MAXIMUM i’d do and thats if ABSOLUTELY necessary is FOUR!!!! lines of text. id keep it to three ONLY and thats if your text is the same size as mine. if bigger then two 😳

yes <3:

another no-no for readability is INSIDE stroke or adding bevel/emboss to the text. pick bright, contrasting colors to the background or even clothes your characters are wearing so it’s not hard to read.

something a lil extra i also recommend is if your dialogue has different sentences and one ends and another one starts in the same line, continue it on another line. DOES THIS MAKE SENSE ok lets see:

the “Yes, maybe I went on [...]” continues on the first line, but to make it a bit easier to read just press enter and move it to the second line so it’s on it’s own line.

same thing for the "Be nice or [...]” line! it gets cut off to the third line anyways, so just put it in a singular line. final result:

for me, this is easier to read, less I GUESS ‘immersion breaking’  and easier on the eyes too.

and just other quick things to keep in mind:

will the post be horizontal or vertical? if its vertical, you have to angle and move the camera around keeping in mind you’re going to crop it later. yes, the scenary might be nice if its horizontal, but a lil vertical photo is cute!

best times for OUTDOOR lightning photos are 2pm-4pm. morning light is a bit too dark, 12 pm is the slightest too bright, but 2pm-4pm is just ENOUGH!!!

and thats all : ) i THINK i talked about most things screenies wise??? if you have questions, my askbox is always open : ) and remember these are just my opinions : )

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Seducing a genius Pt#2

first part here

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Suddenly the villain's world stilled.

"Excuse me!?" They replied in shock.

The hero gave them a smile, "I'm sure you've heard of Vanish?"

The villain nodded. Vanish was a new villain in town with the ability to teleport.

"They are causing us a LOT of problems, and theyve got big plans coming up soon that will endanger hundreds,"

"And... you came to me...?"

The hero shrugged, "we're running out of time, and we're completely out of options and ideas,"

"Why would you come to me? Who's idea was it to come to me? Surely not the hero agency?"

"Nope," the hero shook their head, "it was my idea to come to you. I figured if anyone was smart enough to figure it out, it would be you,"

The villains heart was suddenly pounding in their chest again.

"What's the problem?" The villain replied, trying their best to keep their voice steady.

"We know when and where vanish will be. We know how to get through his guards, and get to him. The problem, is he just teleports away before we are able to get close. We need a way to stop him from doing so long enough to get him in the power suppressing handcuffs,"

The villains expression shifted from confused, to baffled, finishing on a mix between dumbstruck and disappointed.

"We were hoping you could build us something that could help,"

"Question," the villain mused, leaning back against one of the lab counters and crossing thier arms, "what's in it for me?"

"An acquaintance of mine suggested I offer you a pardon,"

"That acquaintance of yours is an idiot," the villain replied in an amused, yet unimpressed tone.

The hero snorted out a startled laugh.

"Seriously, you people managed to keep me behind bars for a total of what, three, almost four days? Jail isnt a big threat. Plus, a pardon only covers my past crimes, not my future ones,"

"Yep, that's about what I told them, though I promised them I would try,"

The villain sighed, picking up a circuit board and a small screwdriver and began tinkering. They would keep the main project covered, but they could work on the parts.

"I hope your smart enough to have come with a better offer then that?"

"Watching you work with your hands is such a turn on,"

The villain sputtered, fumbling with the circuit that was in their hands for a moment.

It should be against the law the hero fought to uphold to state things like that so casually.

For being one of the 'good guys', they sure enjoyed watching the villain squirm.

The hero immediately laughed, reveling in the reactions they got.

The villain tried to give them an annoyed look, but it wasnt very effective due to the blush on their cheeks.

"I was thinking I'd offer to take you out on a date, but, we both know I'd do that anyway," they winked, clasping their hands behind their back.

The villains heart refused to stop pounding in their chest. It fluttered at the idea, but deep down, they knew the hero was just toying with them. They mentally kicked themselves for falling for such an obvious trap.

"So can we get to your actual offer already?" The villain huffed, setting their tools down and crossing their arms.

"Sure. I don't have one,"

It took the villain a moment to process that.

"I-... what?"

"Tell me what you want in exchange. I'll see if we can make it happen,"

The villain hummed, thinking over the others words.

They could pull the classic villain card and tell the hero to beg, but they had a feeling the hero would be all too willing.

The villain didnt need money. There was no legal benefits the hero could grant them. Any information they could want, they could hack to get themselves. But maybe...

"I vile of his blood," the villain said as they turned to look at the hero.

"What!?"

"That's my price. If I help you catch him, once hes caught, I want a vile of his blood,"

"Why would you want that?"

"I'm afraid that's none of your concern. Do we have a deal?"

"Very well. What will you be able to do for us?"

"Educate you for a start,"

"Ooo, what's the lesson teach? I was always a bad student~"

The villain ignored them. They explained that all the heros were idiots, because the villain couldnt just teleport anywhere. There was a reason they always carried a spyglass with them, and that was because they could only teleport to where they could *see*. Take away their ability to see, you take away their ability to teleport.

"Your a genius," the hero replied in awe.

"You've said," the villain muttered under their breath, but, hero was just rambling.

"of course! That makes so much sense! Though, now what?" The hero drawled, tone dropping at the last question.

"What do you mean?"

"Well as much as I'd love to stay here and stare into your eyes all night long, your eventually going to have to let me out of here," they purred, bouncing on their toes.

The villain smirked. Before the hero could question them, the floor opened beneath them, and the next thing they knew they were dumped into the alley next to the building.

"You clever dog," the hero mused as they got up and dusted themselves off, "I cant wait till I see you next time,"

Third part

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[sunlight-moonrise]

The Price (Reid Imagine)

Summary: Reader is a technical analyst for the BAU. She did not expect to be smitten by the resident genius. 

A/N: This is my first time writing a fic as well as my first time writing smut. I’d like to thank @spencer-reid-in-a-pool​ for beta reading my work (you’re a gem and I’ll fight for you). Also a quick thank you to @imagining-in-the-margins​ and those in the discord for being so welcoming and helping me with this. The fic is inspired by @erin-bo-berin​ Sweet Cheeks. 

Category: Fluff and Smut

Content Warnings: Oral (female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, rough sex

Word Count: 6.0K

Masterlist

There are a lot of things I enjoy about this job. The salary is decent. My coworkers are pretty cool. I get to interact with a sexy genius from time to time- you know, the usual that comes with being employed by the government.

I started as a technical analyst for the BAU a few months prior, working alongside the one and only Penelope Garcia with assisting the rest of the team behind some computer screens. Coding and hacking is second nature to me so the job is not too difficult. It was either this or facing some years in jail because I couldn’t cover my tracks fast enough. Looking at mangled and mutilated bodies on a weekly basis is better than prison.

I get along rather well with the team. I pretty much call everyone by a term of endearment, much to Garcia’s delight. It was one of the things we had in common and helped us get along with one another much faster. I sometimes can get carried away with the innuendos, but Garcia welcomes everything I say with open arms.

I typically save my more sensual remarks for the doctor. I remember the good old days when he used to be so tongue-tied by my actions. Now my words barely surprises him.

A voice broke my concentration. “What got you thinking so hard, angel?” I turn towards the person, a smile already adorning my face. Lo and behold, Dr. Spencer Reid has graced me with his delectable presence.

“Would you believe me if I said that I was thinking of you Doc?” He had a small smile on his face. I could pretty much categorize all the smiles he uses because of how often I stare at him. I mean, it is a tragedy to not stare at such beauty. This particular smile means that he is content and comfortable.

“May I ask exactly what it was that you were thinking about?” he asked. 

“I cannot share the sordid details of my mind with you just yet darling. You’ll just have to use that beautiful mind of yours and conjure up something imaginative.”

He let out a small laugh and helped me carry the files I was juggling. My eyes immediately went to his hands. The things I’ll let those hands do to me. I bet only one is needed to perfectly wrap around my -- No bitch, focus. We got a case to present in five minutes. Right, right. Work now, daydream later.

We entered the conference room, where the rest of the team was already sitting at the round table, waiting for us. I gave out the files with Spencer’s help while Penelope started up the monitor.

“You guys are staying local but time is of the essence” she informed us. The TV lit up with four pictures of young boys. “We have a kidnapping case at Stafford County.”

“Were they kidnapped at the same time or place?” asked JJ as she skimmed over the report I handed out earlier.

“No” I said as I pointed to the two younger boys on the screen. “Jacob Rivers and David Hall were taken from their respective homes 48 hours ago” I then pointed to the two slightly older boys “Benjamin Harris was taken 12 hours ago at a park and Scott Turner was taken from the mall less than 6 hours ago.”

“Do these boys have anything in common?” Morgan asked out loud.

“Other than physical appearance and age group, these boys don’t have any similarities. They didn’t even go to the same school. As a matter of fact, David Hall was home-schooled.” replied Garcia.

“Garcia and I couldn’t find any common ground in the families’ educational, economic, or social backgrounds either” I added. “Once you guys take off, we’ll do a further dive into their personal histories.”

“The UnSub is already escalating, kidnapping from a private home and kidnapping from a crowded area within hours of each event is fairly drastic” Rossi stated.

“Maybe the Unsub is on a time frame? They could be feeling pressured and desperate” Emily questioned, trying to come up with some kind of initial profile.

Hotch already started standing up. “We’ll know more after analyzing the crime scenes and talking to local PD. Let’s head out.” The rest of the team followed, gathering their files and making an exit towards the door while Garcia headed for our office. Spencer lagged behind a bit and I already knew why. We have a little tradition of bidding farewell to one another before he takes off for a case.

I stood next to him, bumping my shoulder against his upper arm. “Don’t miss me too much while you are out there.”

“The more you remind me I have to leave, the more I want to stay here.” he grinned.

I snorted at his words, knowing that he was full of shit. There is nothing more that Reid loves than being out in the field. “Go be a hero and come back to me in one piece pretty boy.”

“Yes Ma’am.” he replied as he went to follow the team towards the elevator.

I swear that boy is immune to my teasing now. I miss seeing his face become flush, but I also enjoy the playful repartee we have now. I remember the first interaction I had with Spencer quite vividly. It truly was a comical moment.

 “Everyone this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). She will be working alongside Garcia.” Hotch stated as he introduced me to the team. I have already met him and Penelope prior to being presented to everyone else.

“Derek Morgan, pleasure to meet you.” Whoa. If tall, dark, and handsome was a person, Morgan would be fit for the role. He offered his hand, which I immediately took.

“The pleasure is all mine” I replied with a wide smile.

I directed my attention to a much older gentleman. “David Rossi” said the Italian man who reminded me of a mob boss.

“Charmed to meet you.” I shook his hand, surprised by the strength behind it. Those older bones are still working for him.

Next came the petite blonde, whose figure I was both envious and enamored with. “Jennifer Jareau, but everyone here calls me JJ for short.”

“In that case, please call me (Y/N/N).” I shook her hand, and became even more envious with how soft her skin was. She has got to tell me her secrets.

I focused on the brunette with shoulder-length hair. “Emily Prentiss”. My God, I think being attractive is a requirement for this team. She offered her hand to shake and her grip was firm. Note to self, forget about Rossi; don’t get on Emily’s bad side.

“Nice to meet you.”

I turned to the final individual and was blown away by his beauty. Yup, my previous thought has been confirmed. Only good-looking people are allowed pass these doors. His bone structure looked like it was sculpted by Roman artists. His body was lean and slender, reminding me of a runner’s physique. My eyes stared up to the softest hazel eyes I have ever seen.

“Dr. Spencer Reid.” he introduced. I offered my hand immediately, wanting to feel his skin against mine.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), but you already knew that,” I said softly, my hand still out. He just stared at it as if it was an anomaly.

“Uh-the amount of pathogens passed through a handshake is astounding. A high five transmit half the number. But even then, a kiss is much more safe.” he quickly stated as he nodded his head. I almost didn’t catch any of it. Partially because of the rapid speech, partially because I was staring at his lips.

“Hmm, that’s news to me. However, if a kiss is what you want…” I lowered my hand and took a step closer to him. My eyes slowly moved from his eyes to his mouth and then back up. He took a slight step back.

“N-N-No, that’s not—I-I mean that —uhh...” His face was flushed and his tongue shot out to run against his lips. His eyes quickly darted across the room, seeking some help. I felt a sense of pride knowing I made this man flustered.

“I’m just teasing Doc.” If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was frightened by me. Maybe he was, but the blush on his face and the way he kept staring gave me further information on him.

“Don’t mind Reid,” Morgan said, coming to the young man’s rescue. “He has a thing with germs.” He finished, a smirk plastered on his face. Well, I hope he soon develops a thing for something else. Or rather someone else.  

I was just about to make another sly comment when Hotch interrupted. “Back to the case at hand.” He gave us all a pointed look. Right, I am at my first day at work. I’ll focus on hot doctors with hotter smiles and the hottest face at my own time.

“Yes sir,” Garcia stated, as she started pushing buttons on a remote. The TV turned on and pictures of three different women showed up on the screen. They all looked to be strangled to death. “You guys are needed in Toledo, Ohio.” Garcia goes on to describe the case while the team starts the early stages of conducting a profile.

“Wheels up in 30.” Hotch says and the everyone disperses. Garcia walked up to me and handed me some documents from the case file.

“C’mon cupcake, we gotta do some preliminary work to get the case going much faster.” I followed her to what she called the “bat cave”. I scanned the small room and immediately fell in love. Computers and monitors littered almost every inch of the place. I saw a lot of colorful knickknacks displayed on one side of the desk, knowing already who they belonged to. The area was endearing and had a cozy feel to it.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding. This place is a dream come true.” I am sure she can hear the awe in my voice.

“I know, right. Wait until you actually use it girlie, the framework on these things is out of this world.” I sat myself on a chair nearby and rolled in front of a screen.

“Alrighty. You can do some background checks on these girls while I gather more information from the police reports. Let me know if there are any commonalities among any of them. We’ll relay that info with the team.”

“Gotcha babe, I’ll have the information ready ASAP.” I responded, already typing away on the computer. I’m already starting to like it here.

*Later that day*

Garcia and I haven’t found much in common between the victims of the crimes, much to our dismay. I was left in the office to continue searching for important information on the girls while she went to fax some data to the precinct when the phone started to ring.

I quickly answered and put it on speaker. “(Y/L/N) at your humble service. How may I serve you?”

“Oh-uh is Garcia around” replied a high-pitched voice, which I immediately recognized as Reid. I don’t know whether or not I should be insulted that he wanted Penelope or pleased that I probably still have him flustered.

“She’s a bit pre-occupied at the moment. But rest assured I can find whatever you need Doc. Especially if you ask nicely.”

“Uh-I need you to pull up information on the mothers. We think they were all in the same sorority, however not necessarily at the same time. We need a list of all the members of the sorority from the time the mothers joined with a 3-year pre- and post-graduation.”

“No problemo sweetness. Anything else I can do for you? I have a lot of other services that can be helpful.” I stated, a teasing tone in my voice as I already set up my search.

“No-no, that’s all. Um thanks.” I can already picture the blush coating his cheeks as he stammered his response.

“Alright love, call me back if you need anything. Or if you change your mind.” I hung up the phone and started organizing the list in front of me.

 And from then on, I have enjoyed pretty much all the moments I had with the BAU. It took some time, but Spencer now has accepted and even returned my little flirtations.  We often get compared to Garcia and Morgan. But with a lot more sexual tension, at least on my end. I have to remind myself from time to time to calm down before I combust in the middle of a conference room or the bullpen. C'est la vie.

I made my way to the cavern of all things amazing and settled in front of my computers. Pen looked at me with a knowing expression on her face. “You’re gloomy.”

I pouted as I put my earpiece on. “I am not gloomy, I am horny,” I rebuked.

“How long has it been since you got some?”

“I’m not sure but it feels like I have not gotten any since the Stone Age,” I groaned out.

“I don’t know why you don’t just tell him how you feel,” she pointed her pink glittery pen in my direction, “I bet he would fuck you right here if you let him.”

And there goes my thought process, as always, overtaken by Spencer Reid. “Babe, please. This is not helping my situation.”

“Just telling you how it is.”

●●●

We have been sitting in front of these screens for hours. The team has made some progress but they’re missing an important piece to fit the puzzle. Garcia has been looking into the background of the neighbors when I heard a small stomach grumble coming from her direction. I let out a laugh as she huffed out “I am going to grab a snack from the breakroom, you want anything boo?”

“If it ain’t alcohol or chocolate, I don’t want it.”

“Noted,” she said as she left the room. I really hope she finds a couple of cupcakes or something.

I continued trying to get information on these missing kids when my headpiece played the Doctor Who theme song, informing me that Einstein was calling in. “Goddess of knowledge and wisdom at your disposal.”

“I didn’t know I had Athena at my fingertips.” How is it possible that nine words have short-circuited my brain just now? Is it the voice or the way he basically called me a Greek Deity? Probably both.

Of course I slyly responded, “Oh my Hephaestus, you have all of me at your fingertips.” I heard a chuckle and I immediately knew it belonged to Morgan. A slight blush crept onto my cheeks when I heard a random voice asking why Spencer called his girlfriend in the middle of a case.

“I should have mentioned that you were on speakerphone.”

“Naughty boy, you know I charge extra for groups.” Now this was followed by some choked out noises and a bunch of giggles. I could only assume the whole precinct was amused by my antics at this point. 

“Can you ever forgive me?”

“I can, for a price.”

“A price?”

“Yes, a price that I would inform you of in private. Now the reason for your call…” I drew out. Thank goodness Garcia wasn’t here. I don’t need her looking at me as if I am a phone sex operator.

“I need you to check foster children between the ages of four and eight within a 25-mile radius. We are looking for a homosexual couple that were looking to adopt but were rejected. The names should be on multiple applications among different sites. Let me know what you find.”

“I’ll have that information at the palm of your hands soon” Meanwhile, I am over here wishing that I was at the palm of his hands.

“Thank you, my Goddess” I can’t help but smile when he says things like this. Since when were the roles reversed in our friendship?

“Anything for a gorgeous worshipper. TTYL.”

Garcia chose that moment to walk back in while I had this silly grin on my face. She stared at me and I already knew what she was going to say.

“If you don’t have a piece of chocolate or a cocktail on you, I am not talking.”

All she did was laugh at me.

●●●

The team was able to find all four boys safely. The UnSubs were a male couple who wanted to adopt but kept facing discrimination against the agencies. It is a shame that they felt they had to resort to kidnapping in order to have a family.

Now Garcia and I are scanning the notes the team faxed to us earlier today. They informed us that they would be back here in half an hour or so.

“Shoot, I didn’t think it would take this long to scan these damn files.” Garcia murmured.  I looked over at her and saw a small stack of documents that still needed to be put into the system.

I walked over and grabbed the pile from her. “Go, I’ll take care of it from here doll.”

“Are you sure? I feel bad. You did your portion of the work already.”

“Don’t you have to be at the rehearsal in 20 minutes? How is the theater going to operate without their main lead?” I placed the documents on my side of the desk and moved to gather Garcia’s belongings.  I picked up her purse and jacket before handing it to her, quickly pushing her towards the door. “I got this, think of it as an IOU.”

“Yes, yes, yes, I owe you big. Thank you sugar, see you tomorrow.” Garcia hurriedly exited the door and headed towards the elevator. 

I looked towards the papers, a low groan leaving my mouth. The faster I go through this, the better.

●●●

I was just finished implementing all the documents into the computer when I heard a knock at the door. I turned around and saw Spencer’s head peeking through. “Evening handsome, to what do I owe this visit?”

“Garcia passed by me a while ago and informed me you were in here finishing some extra work. I wanted to check on you; see if you needed my help.”

“Thanks Doc, but you’re a few minutes too late. I already finished scanning the files. Besides, you’re not the best with technology, much less these computers.”

“Maybe not. But I am a fast learner and I pay close attention to detail.” Either my ears were playing a trick on me or Spencer’s voice lowered an octave or two.

I remembered what Penelope said earlier today and decided to just go for it. “I could collect on that price from earlier.” I leaned against the desk and stared into his eyes. C’mon Doc, pick up the hint. Rather, pick me up instead.

“Well I was thinking that I can get you dinner.” he said, a hint of excitement in his voice.

That’s great, but not what I had in mind. “I was hoping for something else” I looked into his eyes, then slowly trailed my eyes downwards. Kiss me. Kiss me. Touch me. Lick me. Fuck me. Kiss me.

Unfortunately, Spencer is not a mind reader. He lowered his head and looked slightly dejected. “Oh well umm—would you prefer to go to a theater?” Oh Doc, you sexy, naïve, intelligent, innocent man. I guess if you want something you have to do it yourself.

I sat on the edge of my desk. “Come here Spencer.”

His head perked up, slightly intrigued since I rarely call him by his name. He walked to where I was sitting but there was still space between us.

“Closer, I don’t bite.” Unless you want me to.

He moved closer to me and I was able to rest my hands on his shoulders. Thankfully the height of the table let us be more at level with one another.

I made sure to look into his eyes as I said “I am going to kiss you. If that isn’t something you want, tell me now.”

He was speechless. His mouth was moving but no sounds came out. If the circumstances were different I would have appreciated seeing his rattled expression once more. I waited a few seconds, but he still has yet to say anything.

“Spen-mmh” before I knew it, his mouth was upon mine. He gently cradled my face as his lips moved against my own. My eyes closed as I felt nothing but bliss. As cliché as it sounds, I was in paradise because of this kiss alone.

His tongue peeked and swiped against my lower lip, trying to have a taste of me. I was more than happy to grant him entrance, a moan leaving my body as his tongue touched mine.

All parts of me were trying to feel him. I had one hand in his hair while the other grabbed onto the back of his shirt. My chest was pressed against his while my legs lazily wrapped around his midsection. His scent was intoxicating to me. It was a coffee-like smell as if he just walked out of a café. He tasted so sweet, all I wanted to do was keep his mouth on mine. But my body needed air so I slowly pulled away.

He tried to catch his breath as his forehead rested against mine. “So you don’t want dinner?”

“Doc the only thing I am hungry for right now is you. We’ll get food afterward, alright?” Spencer nodded his head while licking his lips. My eyes hungrily followed the action and I just had to get another taste. I pulled him towards me, his hands once again holding onto my face. He was much more dominant with this kiss, and I was more than willing to give him the control. His hands then trailed down to my hips and pulled me closer to his pelvis. I jerked against him and was rewarded with a groan.

He squeezed me tighter as his lips broke away from mine once more. He placed a peck on my lips, then my cheek before trailing down my neck. I felt my body heat up as I released a small moan. Fucking hell, he is going to be the death of me and we barely did anything.

Spencer started to lightly nibble on my neck when I pulled him back by his hair. “It is summer and I am not wearing a turtleneck in 80° weather. If you’re gonna give me some hickeys, they better be on my chest.” He murmured something that I couldn’t quite comprehend before undoing the buttons of my blouse.

Hell, I am not the only one who is gonna be undressed so I started unbuttoning his dress shirt as well. It was a race to see who would get the other’s shirt off first. Of course I lost because my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. But when his warm lips kissed their way towards the middle of my cleavage, I felt like a fucking champion.

I tried my best to shimmy out of the sleeves of my blouse while Spencer attempted to take my bra off, his lips still leaving a love mark against my chest. Once we got rid of the shirt and the bra, his mouth immediately enveloped one of my nipples.

“Fuck” I yelped loudly, “a little warning next time Doc.”

“Sorry” he muttered as he continued to suck on my breast while palming the other between his dexterous fingers. That had to be the most insincere apology I have ever heard from him. An idea came across my head. I slowly removed his shirt, watching it pool on the floor. I then raked the nails of one hand across his chest while the other pulled against his hair. Hard. He retaliated by lightly biting my nipple. Fuck, the plan backfired. Abort mission, abort the damn mission.

Spencer let out a small chuckle as he pulled away from my breast, an audible pop leaving his mouth. My hands went to his face and I moved him up to look at me. His eyes were dilated and his mouth was swollen. His face was flush and he was taking deeper breaths than usual. He looked so beautiful like this.

He had a dorky smile on his face and I realized that I said the words out loud. I felt my face heat up fast and he swiftly commented “I’d never thought I’d see you be so thrown off because of me.”

He rested his hands against either side of the desk and just looked at me. “Shut up and kiss me.” I hissed, already missing the warmth of his skin against mine.

“Where do you want me to kiss you?” he asked. I was about to reply when he interrupted “Do you want me to kiss you on your lips? Or maybe you want me back on those beautiful breasts of yours?”

Have mercy on me, I never believed Spencer Reid could make me so wet just with his words. Sure, I thought of it, but I didn’t believe it would happen to me.

“Maybe you want me to go lower. Should I place my lips on that pussy of yours?” Oh my fuck, I never want this moment to end. I nodded my head so quickly, I could have sworn I given myself whiplash.

“I want to hear you say it,” he breathed out.

“Yes, yes, please. I want you to eat my pussy. Please.” I begged. Dignity be damned.

“That’s my good girl” How is it possible that he went from the dorky adorable doctor to this assertive, stimulating specimen in a matter of minutes? I didn’t think he had a sensual bone in his body. But I am glad to be proven wrong.

Spencer lowered himself to his knees while I clumsily attempted to rid myself of my skirt and panties. I lifted my lower body up as he pulled the clothing off of me. Penelope would have a field day if she knew that I was sitting butt naked on the desk with Spencer Reid between my legs. Hell, I am having a field day knowing this.

Spencer, being the teasing bastard that he has been for the past few minutes, started kissing my legs first. “That’s not where I said I wanted you to kiss me” I huffed out.

“Hush” was all he said as he continued the slow trail up, making sure to alternate between each leg. I was already breathing as if I have ran a marathon, my patience was waning at this point. Finally, he made his way to where I needed him most. He put his hands on my thighs and pushed them further apart.

My hands landed on top of his head, playing with the curls. “You’re comfortable down there Doc?” I snickered, loving the sight of his head between my legs. All he did was nip my inner thigh harshly. I shrieked at the action. I’m starting to think this man has a tiny biting fetish.

I wasn’t ready for when his tongue parted my folds. I squeaked as he teasingly lapped the arousal that had formed the second he walked into the room. I tried rolling my hips but his hands made me stay put on the desk. I never knew he could hold me down like this. I couldn’t even be mad because the pleasure he was giving me was incredible.

Spencer continued to tease me, his tongue never going where I needed it most. He made sure to explore as much as possible as leisurely as possible. “Spencer, please” I cried out. He let out a small hum, the vibration causing a shiver to rack my body.  

His tongue finally entered me, much to my delight. No amount of imagination could have ever prepared me for the things this appendage can do to me. He continued this soft, flat movement that was driving me crazy. My hands tightened in his hair, hoping he would go a bit faster.

“You taste so good princess, I don’t want this to end.”

“That’s my Queen to you” I jested. He didn’t like that since he responded with a resounding smack against my outer thigh. Ouch, note to self, Spencer doesn’t like being teased during sexy times. Hmm. On second thought, continue to tease Spencer during sexy times.

I felt his finger probe my entrance, moving up and down before pushing inside of me. I let out a distressing whine as he started slowly moving his finger in and out of me, curling as he did so. His mouth was on my clit, sucking and kissing it as if he has done so all his life.

My body started heating up and trembling. I tried, and failed, to roll my hips against the movement. “Spe-Spencer” I wailed. He didn’t relent.

Spencer entered a second finger into me as his tongue gave small, flickering motions against my bundle of nerves. I had to move one hand to my mouth to prevent any loud noises from being heard outside the room. Shit, did we even lock the door?

That thought immediately left my mind as my core started to tighten. Spencer must have known that I was getting close to my orgasm because he moved his fingers more diligently within me. I felt his fingers curl as they pulled out, I felt his tongue lick thoroughly against my pearl, I felt my ecstasy rising within me. It took one more deep press of his fingers and a harsh suck for me to come all over his face. I bit down on my fingers as I moaned out loud.

“That was so much better then what I imagined” I panted out, the words barely coming out comprehensible. I had a giant smile decorating my face.

He pulled his face up, a smug grin gracing his face. “Is this what you were thinking about earlier this morning?” he taunted. I couldn’t even give him a smartass remark because I was too busy trying to come back to reality. He pulled his fingers out and held them in front of my face.

“Open” he ordered. I complied and he pushed his fingers inside of my mouth. “You look so pretty when you follow instructions well. See how good you taste.”

I pulled my head back, taking his fingers out of my mouth. “I bet I taste a lot better on that tongue of yours.”

He tangled his hand in my hair and pulled me to a kiss. I immediately opened and welcomed his tongue against mine. I was right, I do taste better on him. I let out a deep moan and pulled away far enough to gently bite down on his lower lip.

He looks at me, that devilish tongue of his running against his lower lip before entering my mouth once again. With his lips still on mine, he picked me up and move to sit on my desk chair. It was nothing short of a miracle that we managed not to fall on the floor.

I placed my hand on top of his erection through his slacks and he drew a quick intake of breath. I started palming him as I grinded myself against him. I pulled back as I whispered, “I need you, Spencer”.

“Y’know this is the most I have heard you call me by my name in any given moment we have been together.” He unzipped his slacks and pushed down his pants and boxers as much as he could with me on top of him.

I looked down, finally being able to see his cock. Is it possible to get aroused further through sight alone? Because I think I creamed myself again. God, I wish I could show him my oral skills, but we’ll save that for another time.

“Would you rather I call you by something else?” I asked, attempting to move my lower body so that it can align with his cock. I say attempt because Spencer currently had his hands on my thighs again.

“No, I like the way my name sounds as you moan it out. Don’t hide your pleasure from me this time.” He maneuvered my legs to rest upon the armrest on either side of the chair, leaving my pussy wide open for him.

I gave him an incredulous look. “Are you forgetting that we are at work?”

He started rubbing the tip of his cock against my lower lips. “I didn’t forget. I just don’t fucking care.” And with that, he slowly penetrated me.

We both groaned at the intrusion. He gradually started entering me as I adjusted to his size. Inch by inch, he gave me all of him until he was buried to the hilt.  I took a moment to savor the feel of Spencer inside of me before I started grinding against him. He took that as a hint to begin thrusting.

He started slow, taking his time and having us enjoy the feeling of one another. “Your cunt is so fucking tight” he hissed into my ear and I gave out a loud whine.

“That’s because you have such a big cock, Doc” I managed to moan out. He smacked my ass before grabbing each cheek tightly in his hands. “I want you to call me by my name” he grits out.

“Spencer, baby please give it to me. I’ve been waiting for this Spencer, I’ve been waiting for you.” He started kissing my neck once more and my eyes started to closed. I wanted to focus on the pleasure he was giving me.

He tightly grabbed me, moving my hips along with his thrusts. I was close to being pushed over the edge once more. The only sounds occupying the room were our moans and skin smacking against skin as we chased our pleasure.

“Open your mouth” I heard him say. I opened my eyes to see his thumb positioned over my lips. I let out a small whimper as I sucked his digit earnestly. I made sure to coat his finger with a lot of saliva, knowing exactly what he was going to do with it when it was out of my mouth.

He pulled his thumb out and immediately placed it on my clit. I gave out an embarrassingly loud sob as he started moving his finger against me in soft circular motions. I placed my lips on his neck, trying to muffle the noise coming out of my throat.

Spencer quickly grabbed my hair and pulled my head away as he started to slow down. “How many times do I have to tell you that I want to hear your pleasure?” In that moment, Spencer controlled my mind, body, and soul.

“I’m sorry Spencer. I’ll be your good girl, please don’t stop.” He returned back to the previous pace and thrust into me even harder. We both started chasing our orgasms, not being able to hold back any longer. He was pounding into me relentlessly and I was loving it. I am sure that I am going to be sore after this.

“Come for me (Y/N), I want to feel this tight cunt squeeze around my cock.” Say less, I am already ahead of you. My eyes were rolling to the back of my head and I felt my pussy pulsate around him. With one last motion against his thumb, I cried out his name multiple times as I climaxed.  

Spencer whispered my name as he continued pushing into me, chasing his own orgasm. He thrust a couple more times before quickly pulling out, spilling himself over my stomach. I panted as I laid my head against the crook of his neck. His fingers thrummed a slow rhythm upon my lower back.

“So about that dinner... do you want to get Indian food?”

“Yeah, I can go for some samosas right now.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid smut #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds smut #smut #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid self insert #reid smut #mgg

[fanficsloth]

If Walls Could Talk - 5 Seconds Of Summer.

*****SMUT*****

 ALSO JUST A REMIDER I WOULD STILL LIKE TO DO REQUESTS FOR IMAGINES, MY ASK BOX IS ALWAYS OPEN. <3

Some things are meant to be secret and not to be heard.

(Y/N) Winston was sent away to boarding school when she was about sixteen.

Her father didn't want her turning into her older brother Dallas. But that was a big mistake.

When she arrived at the school, she turned heads of everyman. She knew how to get what she wanted. She had everyone wrapped around her finger.

For of course it was in her blood, she was a Winston.  Everything she learned she learned best from her older brother himself.

The gang hasn't seen her for years, she was finally back at home in Tulsa.

She had grown up into a beautiful woman. She held herself with the most confidence anyone has seen.

Dally thought it would be a good idea and get the whole gang back together when she came back. The pair was partners in crime.

When they were walking down the street to the Curtis household , everyone was staring at the young woman. But at this point she was so unfazed by their actions, she continues to carry her head held high, winking at some men with a cancer stick pressed between her lips.

All of the gang was sitting on the porch soaking up the sunlight before catching glimpse of who was walking up to the house.

They were all stunned by her beauty. They at least thought she was going to look identical to Dally. But they sure was wrong.

"Y'all know (Y/N) she doesn't need an introduction. But try any funny business, I'll kill ya. Or she'll do it before I have a chance to do it." Dally nudged his head at his sister before sitting next to Ponyboy and Johnny.

"Well someone had a nice puberty." Two Bit snickered at the young girl, her (Y/E/C) eyes rolled before flicking him off. "I wish I could say the same thing about you. Looks like you haven't grown since I left." she smirked while letting out a small giggle making the man shut up real quick.

Before anyone could say anything else a car pulled up with the last of the two members of the gang. Steve and most importantly Sodapop.

She always swooned at Sodapop but who didn't. The whole town knew about the heartthrob of Tulsa.

"Well, well, ain't it lil (Y/N). Back from jail?" Steve joked before giving her a big hug, "See Two-Bit, this is how you welcome someone back." she squinted her eyes at the man who was poking fun at her.

She felt eyes staring at her, her eyes looked over and saw Soda's eyes looking at her.

As like the other men, he didn't expect her to be so beautiful, strong, independent. He wasn't expecting her to be how she was when she returned. He thought she would be shy and timid like most women. But sure he was wrong.

"Soda." her plump lips turned into a smile before following the men inside the Curtis household.

As they all crowded around the tv, (Y/N) went into the kitchen to grab a beer.

"Aren't you a little too young to be drinking" she heard a voice joke, she rolled her eyes before shutting the fridge behind her. "Okay grandpa." she bit her lower lip before meeting Soda's bright blue eyes.  

"I missed ya (Y/N). Never thought you'd be back. How was it?" Soda asked while placing his arms across his chest being genuinely interested in what she had to say.

Her soft hands opened the bottle of booze with no problem which surprised the young man.

"You know going to class, getting hit on by men, beating people up, oh can't forget partying. You know the usual school shit." she laughed before moving her (Y/C/H) out of her face. "How's you and Sandy? Your new job?"

"She left me. But worked distracted me from it. I'm really liking it there. I'm learning a lot of new things" he nodded his head.

(Y/N) walked up slowly to him before placing her cold hands on his face making his skin have goosebumps. "I know what else can distract you with that." he whispered, her big eyes looking up at him.

Soda sucked in a big breath before grabbing her hands to remove them. "(Y/N), you know I can't. You're Dally's little sister. You asking me to have a death wish?" he smirked showing off his dimples that she loved.

"It'll be worth it." she winked before walking back into the Curtis's living room sitting next to her older brother, leaving Soda to walk in with a red face.

Throughout the weeks, (Y/N) and Soda would always run into each other. Whether it be at the store, walking around, at the diners, clubs. Everywhere.

Their eyes would always find each other's. They were watching one another. They just couldn't get enough.

This time, the gang agreed to go out to a club, let loose for one night, as the men drank. Soda and (Y/N) just drank soft drinks while laughing at the mess, the jokes the others were saying.

Bodies are hoping to get addicted to sound. And Soda was addicted to the sound of her laugh.

As (Y/N) grew bored, her hands wondered onto Soda's lap while drawing circles. She wanted to feel him, hear him. She wanted him.

What (Y/N) wanted, she always got. It's the cherry on top for it to be a secret Romeo and Juliet situation.

"Wanna blow this joint?" she whispered into Soda's ear, being extra cautious to be sure the other men didn't see. Most importantly Dally. But he was too drunk, head down on the table with his eyes shut.

He pressed his lips together before nodding his head. "Hey where you going? We're just getting the party started. " Steve asked while scrunching his eyebrows together. "I don't wanna be here anymore. I'm bored, I can't drink out in public. You guys just drink up, have a drink for me. Just keep an eye on Dally okay? If something happens you'll regret it."

The gang just looked at her before looking over at Soda. Why would he be going with her.

"I'm just going to make sure she get's back safely. Soc's man, she's like the golden ticket to them being Dally's sister." he ran his hands through his slicked back hair  trying to play it cool.

"You have your knife on ya?" Pony asked, Soda nodded his head before turning to follow the impatient  girl who was already walking out.

As the pair felt the breeze of fresh air on their face, they linked hands and ran quickly to the Curtis house.

When they hit the front door, Soda pressed (Y/N) against the door smashing his lips to hers.

Her soft hands making her way into his dark hair.

Soda lifted her body while never breaking contact with her lips to carry her into his room, he slammed the door shut with his foot while placing her on the bed.

When the doors close, it's bond to get loud.

The pair were quick to remove every clothing item they had on, Soda was nipping at her neck but was careful not to leave any trace of marks, knowing the gang would see.

As she laid on her back, Soda positioned himself to her entrance, "You sure." he breathed, (Y/N) nodded her head before hiding her face in his neck with her hands on his bare back. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."

Soda moved forward causing the both of them to hum in harmony.

(Y/N)'s nails digging in his back with every movement.

"Soda" she moaned, while pressing her lips together.

They have waited for this moment, the tension of the pair was just too much to bare anymore longer.

As they both were reaching their Climax , Soda pressed his lips to hers before they both hit their high.

Soda fell beside her, with his arms wrapped around her body while she leaned against his side tracing shapes into his chest.

His blue eyes looked over at her with her (Y/ H/ C) messy, in her face. Making her more beautiful. "You know you're a queen?" he asked her pressing a small kiss on her forehead.

(Y/N) just smiled letting out a small laugh, "Uncrowned queen I might add."

But before the pair could get any notice, they heard the door open with loud voices following after.

The two's eyes widened before hurrying up and finding their lost clothing items with a couple of "Shits" leaving the young girls mouth  while fixing her hair in the small mirror.

The pair made it downstairs while sitting on the couch with the gang.

"What you guys do while we were gone. I bet you they did the dirty. Did you guys do the dirty?" Two-Bit laughed while raising his eyebrows up and down, causing drunk Dally punching him on the arm. "That's my sister you're talking about asshole. Soda knows better."  

Soda's blue eyes narrowed a bit ignoring what the pair were talking about. But before he knew it, (Y/N) was whispering in his ear again.

"If these walls could talk, I'd hope they wouldn't say anything. Because they've seen way too many things."

Soda gathered up the courage to respond softly in her ear, "It's so worth it."

#Sodapop Curtis #sodapop imagine #sodapop x reader #sodapop Curtis imagine #imagines #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders

[yozzers]

vexos hcs and random notes

ill update as i go, because yes i do update my masterlists every once in awhile, i should probably add them to my pinned... 

General

I sincerely hope they have a small living arrangement so I can inflict them with the pain of having to share almost everything with each other

I just want Shadow and Lync to share a bunk

Like to think that alongside Volt, Mylene and Lync were also recruited by Hydron

None of them officially joined until they were a bit older but probably trained to eventually join the Vexos; in the mean time they probably worked for Hydron or something like that

Volt recruited at 11; Lync a year later and Mylene following not long after (respectively 13, 8, 12 when they’re all gathered)

My reasoning to why Volt is patient with Lync’s antics and Mylene less so but doesn’t lash out as badly as you think she would around annoying little kids; grew up tgt moment

Spectra probably forced his way into the Vexos like “hiiii i see you dont have any Vexos members <3″ bcs obv he wasn’t using royal scientist dad privelages (i think, bcs Clay seems horrified abt Spectra being a Vexos and well, being Spectra) 

Shadow had an advantage of being a nobleman (in terms of him being accepted into the Vexos’ ranks)

the Vexos and their set of rules magent-ed on the fridge door or something and every time they go over a page they have to staple/tape a new page on

Joined in this order, Volt, Spectra, Shadow, Mylene, Lync, Gus 

Vexos being a “chance of death low but the chance is still there” type of job... they feel like idols girl help they are bakugan idol group who work for the government 

sorry the way the vestal kids talk about them... going to treat the Vexos like a kpop group now

Spectra Phantom / Keith Fermin 

[canon] son of a (royal?) scientist. definitely had it good and comfy

think it’d be REALLY funny if he already knew Shadow before he became Spectra, Shadow just doesn’t recognize him bcs of his stupid get up

throws childhood friends Shadow Spectra at you, just two weirdos 

Keith specifically keeps Shadow from ever meeting his sister which is why neither of them really recognize each other

Pre-Spectra; probably would’ve been really into bakugan biology and what not. Feels like the kind of person to talk w/ his dad about “do you think we could change their appearance if we messed w/ their mechanical ball form or would it not carry over to their released forms”

this mf looks like a biology major i feel it in my guts 

mom isn’t dead she just divorced Clay bcs he didn’t know how to balance family and work, good for her

probably lives in another city now, and it’s a bit more of a hassle to meet with her kids so they don’t see her as much but she is present in their lives (keep in contact in other ways) 

probably went a bit silent when Keith went missing

didn’t bleach his eyebrows bcs he didn’t want to harm the skin around there and he never thought he’d take the mask off around others, or about how stupid he’d look without the mask

please please please please draw him with his pink hair roots in his MS fit he should've grown out some of his bleached hair by then

daddy issues is truly the root of evil

Gus Grav

Just Some Gut background; middle class just living life

[canon?] was going on a route to being an “idol brawler”, because that’s kind of what their brawls felt like, since it was all purely for show with some competition. it felt less like a sport and more spectacle.

Gus wanting to be an idol brawler is actually such a funny string of words put together I’m making that a thing, if he didn’t join the Vexos he would’ve been an idol brawler

I like the Gus needs glasses hc (shoutout to @marmeladebois ‘s post on that) 

The hc of him being half human and Runo’s half brother is so good 

Cooks well but refuses to help cook fr the Vexos (unless Spectra specifically asks) --> that job is usually left to Volt

not related but reminds me heavily of yugioh vrain’s Spectre (or other way around... Gus was the blueprint) 

Shadow Prove

[handbook canon] a vestal nobleman 

has an older brother (oc; Lux- casual Haos brawler)

inferiority complex or whatever, the only thing he bested his brother in was Bakugan

the Prove family being typical prim proper noble family and forcing Shadow to be repressed is something, but the Proves having the same kind of wavelength as Shadow but in different variations is funnier. They’re just Like That.

Probably not a military family, does work closely with the government still; um im thinking somewhere under the Fermins but not by much

Considered running away from home several times 

Unwillingly has knowledge on Vestal classic literature/ music

hard clutching a wall whenever he wants to join in on discussions about it bcs he knows this stuff but no way is he going to make himself look like a nerd + hes not actually that interested

*debates you for fun and bcs i hate u <3* 

You know how he doesn’t take his job as a Vexos member super seriously, I wonder:

did his parents force him to be a Vexos since he wasn’t interested in the political side of his family and probably against taking up anything related to it, so they had him do something that’d still be beneficial to the family?  

joined to pursue a freedom he didn’t have as a nobleman and is now just taking it really easy?

has clowns > jesters debate with volt; obv he’s team clown, volt is team jester

incredibly irrelevant but if he was a human he’d be chinese, i’ve claimed him, prodigal son older brother and fail son dynamic is there 

Mylene Ferrow

While I like the idea of her being from a military family, I want to make her like Ling Wen (TGCF) in the sense she started from the bottom and climbed to the top... it fits her ambitious nature of grasping for more, she hasn’t reached what she considers the top just yet... 

[very Ling Wen specific but Mylene being put in jail fr crimes unknown to me and being recruited  by Hydron bcs she kicked serious ass is an entertaining thought] 

I like to think she’s closest to Shadow due to the fact he kind of forces his presence onto her so... not her choice in that matter. “annoying” to “endearingly annoying, you still aren’t getting special treatment though”

Ofc Volt and Lync are on the same level, but I think they all know when to give each other space so they’re more of a “we hold each other at a distance, but we’re aware of out closeness which is enough for us”

Then its Spectra and then Gus in the “closest to Mylene” scale; she just straight up hates Gus and it’s mutual

whoever made the “Mylene and Spectra were exes” hc I think it’s really funny so I’m adding it here 

terrible fashion, she’s the one who chose the outfits when she and Shadow went to earth; her fashionable armor look she usually has was designed with Volt’s help, she just voiced what she generally wanted 

Her red lipstick look was bcs she thought it’d make her look more serious/ intimidating (Volt and Lync approved, it rlly does work on her)

Shadow matches w/ her (via his red nails) after they get teamed up tgt several times bcs he thinks they’re basically the go-to duo matchup whenever they’re assigned work n it’d be cool

Very forthcoming about the fact she used to be considered a criminal and was from same rundown area Volt and Lync come from

She’s grateful she got out of jail but she still has no respect for Hydron and despite how much she tries to hide it she does make it pretty clear to him she doesn’t really like him

I wish I had more to say about her... but It’s all relationship esque, i think in general she’s enjoyable and good so what I want more out of her is character dynamics

Lync Volan

[eng dub] he has grandparents; whether they’re still alive or not is...? 

was part of the same area Volt is from

probably aware of each other but didn’t really know each other

you sound like you have mommy issues 

came from the same area as Volt, but lived further out and closer to those areas where there were some bits of nature left 

ill expand on why he got picked up by Hydron another day lazy rn

Volt Luster

[canon] he’s from an area that just straight up looks like yugioh 5ds’ Satellite, and Hydron was the one who pulled him out of there  

He says Hydron pulled him out of there when he was a kid? I’d assume at youngest it’d be like Hydron (8) and Volt (11)

has a neat collection of handmade jester dolls 

lot more artistic than he seems 

Had his guardian bakugan with him the longest; had Brontes even before he met Hydron

Would the others consider him weird fr having a talking Bakugan that acted friendly with him n cracked jokes? 

#bakugan #croak

[darling-i-read-it]

Sakizuki

2x02

Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will Graham 

Hannibal Re-Write Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: spoilers for hannibal, murder, mental health problems, jail, dead bodies

Author’s Note: Not sure how I feel about this one but I figured I’d throw a wrench in and see where it takes us 

Official Episode Summary : The body of one of Hannibal's victims turns up, carrying valuable evidence for the team; Will works to prove his innocence; Jack submits to mandated therapy; Will has an unexpected visitor.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

Tag List: @llperfectsymmetryll

(not my gif) 

(Bottom two gifs @/whatthekatzdraggedin)

Alana and Hannibal walked on either side of you into the hospital. You don’t think you had ever been in a room with both of them at the same time. It was cold. The air nipped at your hands as you were outside and it wasn't that much better inside. 

“Chiltons establishment is colder than the weather,” you muttered. Alana scoffed and nodded, looking around.

“It’s as cold as he is,” Alana muttered.

“There are likely cameras around,” Hannibal said, glancing around the room. “But I agree.” You smiled softly and nodded. The three of you walked into the large room, many small cages that resembled a carnival sized tank around the room. Will was inside one. 

“Hello,” Hannibal spoke first. Alana and Hannibal stopped a few feet away. You walked a step further and Will gave you a sympathy look. He at least knew that you weren’t scared of him. 

“I’ve lost the plot,” Will said after a moment. “I’m the unreliable narrator of my own story.” His words stung right where it hurt. “I’m trying to place myself somewhere in the frame of my mind and I have no bearings. No landmarks to tell me who I am.” 

“You have an incomplete self. We are who we are in the now and we are the sum of our memories. There are pieces of you...you can’t see,” Alana explained. Her voice gave her away. She cared about Will quite a lot. 

“I’m afraid to see. I don’t know who I am anymore and I’m afraid,” Will muttered. 

“Without remembering, you’re seized by something imagined. It has the brilliant immediacy of a childhood fantasy and if just as real,” Hannibal whispered. Will finally looked at Hannibal and his eyes brimmed with tears.

“I don't know what’s worse. Believing I did it or believing you did it...and did this to me.” 

Something about that sentence sat wrong with you immediately. Will would never give up all of his cards this early but you didn’t say that out loud. 

“Hannibal’s not responsible, Will. And neither are you. We have to get the truth of what happened. It’s the only way you can move forward,” Alana said. 

“What do you think?” Will asked. His voice shook. 

“I don’t think you did it,” you said honestly. Behind you, Hannibal’s eyes met the back of your head. 

“That isn’t helping,” Alana told you. 

“I stand my ground Alana,” you said, voice breathy and far away as you and Will stared at each other. He was trying to tell you something. 

“Let us help you, Will. Let me help you,” Hannibal said. Will clenched and he was trying to hold something back.

“I need your help.” Will started to sob and you took an instinct step forward. Hannibal grabbed your arm and held you back so that a guard didn’t yell at you. Still, your other hand was held up a bit, wanting to comfort him

-

When Alana and Hannibal left you stayed back, walking with the guards to WIll’s cell. As the guards went away Will’s eyes went up to yours and they were even, much more even than they had been crying a few minutes before.

You scoffed.

“I knew something was wrong.”

“I figured you had.”

“But you can’t tell me the angle,” you said. He nodded.

“I don’t exactly trust your relationship with Hannibal right now,” he admitted. You raised an eyebrow.

“Why?” 

“I can’t trust what he wants with you.”

“But my feelings toward him?” Will looked at you as you stood at the white line. 

“I know you believe me. I also know that you have your own emotions about Hannibal Lecter. It is now a cat and mouse game and I don’t know whose involved and whose who.” 

“But the three of us-”

“Yeah. It’s the three of us.”

-

You stood in the waiting room of Hannibal’s office. You were back at work although it was more support from Hannibal than work. You just made sure everything was in line. The front door opened, much to your surprise. Your mind almost thought it was Will because you hadn't been there since Will had been arrested really. Working at least.

A pretty woman walked up with you. You gave her a smile and she gave one back.

“Do you have an appointment?” you asked. She looked at you for a moment and didn’t answer you. You waited patiently. 

“No,” she said quietly. “Is he free?” You nodded.

“You can just knock, I don’t think he’s doing anything.” She continued to stare at you and you were getting self conscious.

“Are you Y/N Graham?” 

“Will and I aren’t married. But yeah, I’m Y/N,” you said. You suddenly recognized her from perhaps a picture you had seen before. “You’re Bedelia.” She nodded.

“Pleased to finally put a face to the name.”

“Hannibal talks about me?” She laughed and nodded.

“You and Will are often a topic that comes up. I’m glad I got to see you before I go.” YOu raised an eyebrow.

“Go?” 

“I should probably go see Hannibal,” she said and you nodded, agreeing.

“It was nice to meet you Bedelia.” She gave you a curt nod and disappeared inside. 

A few minutes later Bedelia left and Hannibal walked outside.

“Were you dumped?” you asked. 

“It seems so. Would you like to go to a morgue with me?” You laughed and shrugged. You weren’t quite prepared for that question but nothing surprised you anymore.

“Will Jack be there?”

“Yes.” 

“Let’s go.” You got up and walked over with Hannibal out of the door together. You walked to Hannibal’s car and got into the passenger seat.

“You know the FBI is looking over him, yes?” he asked. You nodded. 

“Alana showed me her papers she was keeping in. A saving grace, that woman,” you whispered. He nodded.

“And hopefully Jack will see the error of his ways,” Hannibal said.

“More importantly, hopefully the law will see the error of his ways.” Hannibal nodded and pulled out of the parking lot.

-

You sat at the white line.

“I don't trust therapy,” you said. “With Hannibal at least.” Will laughed bitterly.

“Are you or are you not going with him to crime scenes?”

“I haven’t been to one yet,” you admitted. 

“Yet being the key word here.” You messed with your hands. Will was also sitting on the ground. There was a chair in the back but you preferred being at the same eye level. 

“I won’t if you don't want me to.” 

“No,” he said and clenched, shaking his head. “Go. I wanna know how it’ll turn out from an unbiased source.” 

“Bev has come to see you,” you muttered. He sighed.

“I was hoping you weren’t going to know that.” 

“Hannibal told me actually.” You glanced at the ground then back at him. “Are you sure-”

“It’s all that feels right or sane right now,” he told you. 

“Then I may as well see the murders,” you said. He nodded. 

“You know normal couples would talk about what’s for dinner? How work was?” he said. You laughed.

“It’s your fault you had to get yourself arrested.” 

“It was Hannibal.”

“I heard you the first time Graham.” 

-

“The three of you make a good team,” Bev said as you walked through a corn field with a silo. You nodded, shrugging. You and Hannibal were with the BAU, looking into the murders. The bodies had finally been found, with help of Will, Hannibal and you. You had little input but your brain was trained enough by Hannibal and Will to know more than the average person.

“We’ve been told that a few times,” you said as you walked up to the silo.

“We do make a good team,” Hannibal said. Jack walked up to you three and let out a sigh at the sight of you.

“You don’t work for me. And we’re being investigated, how would it look with the ex girlfriend of a man being convicted of murders under my supervision?” Jack asked Hannibal.

“I’m still his girlfriend. And he hasn't’ been convicted of anything.”

“She works for me. I like to have her around.” You nodded.

“He likes to have me around,” you echoed. 

“Well then follow me. Might want to prepare yourself. You haven’t seen anything like this before.” 

“I’m sure I haven’t,” Hannibal said. 

You walked into the plethora of bodies. Hannibal expected you to wince, cringe, at least at the smell. But you stepped inside and there was no reaction. He watched your face turn from nothing to facinsition as you kneeled over the bodies.

“How can being human go so bad?” Jack asked.

“When it comes to nature versus nurture, I choose neither. We are built from a DNA blueprint and born into a world of scenario and circumstance we don’t control,” Hannibal said. 

“Praise the mutilated world,” you whispered. 

-

A while later you walked out to the car. Hannibal was driving ini silence before he finally spoke up.

“Was that your first dead body? Or a group I would say.”

“No. I’ve seen a few when I came to visit Will in the morgue,” you asid.

“But never in a crime scene.” You nodded. “You took it very well.” You looked confused. 

“I suppose I did. Should I have?” Hannibal put his hand on yours and shook his head. He turned to you and pulled the car to the side of the road which surprised you but you didn’t protest.

“You have the same mind as Will,” he said. You raised an eyebrow.

“No I don’t. I can’t do what he does.”

“But you have an attraction to it. Likely the reason that you were attracted to Will in the first place,” he told you.

“I’m not your patient Hannibal.”

“You’re my friend.” You stared at each other and the car seemed to fill to the brim with used air as it became stuffy. 

Hannibal kissed you. 

You let him.

You pushed away after only a second but you stayed still. You didn’t speak, you only processed.

“I can’t,” you whispered. “I love Will. With my entire being,” you said honestly.

“Who says you can’t love us both?”

“Dammit Hannibal.” 

You stared at your hands. You hadn’t thought about that before. You shook your head and let out a small breath. 

“You’re framing my boyfriend for murder Hannibal.”

“You believe him I see.” He stared at you. “But you still let me kiss you.” He was right. You were so sure that Hannibal had killed people, that he had killed Abigail. And if that wasn’t true Will had. 

“Either way, my taste isn’t exactly the brightest,” you whispered. “I’ve kissed a killer either way.” You refused to meet his eyes. “Take me home please.”

He nodded, not needing to push it. You were in silence until you got to your home and then you waved goodbye but no other words were spoken. Your mind was plagued with enough thoughts you didn’t need words.

-

You walked down the hallway to Will’s cell. He was surprised to see you again so soon.

“Chilton let you back in?” 

“He likes our talks.” Your voice was monotone which put him off. He wasn’t sure exactly what to say to your tone.

“Something wrong?” 

You thought about it and then sat down on the white line. He did the same, reluctantly. You looked at your hands. 

“Hannibal kissed me,” you told him. You finally met his eyes and was surprised to find that he didn’t look angry. He just looked...amused.

“Took him long enough.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I’ve figured he’d had it out for one of us since day one. It just happened to be you.” You shook your head.

“He suggested I just have both of you. Like all three of us. Then i reminded him he was framing you for murder and he seemed a little discouraged.” Will nodded stiffly.

“The FBI wants me to plead guilty. They said I’ll get the electric chair if I don’t.”

“I’m amazed how quickly you got over the polyamory plot point of this conversation. I mean what about the cat and mouse game?” He gave you a look.

“Don’t kiss him again. Is that what you want me to say?”

“I guess? I figured you’d be mad.” 

“I think it’s a problem for after proving me innocent. The cat and mouse game will continue and we have to play the right cards” he said. He was right. Your head was in the wrong headspace.

“You’re right. Screw the FBI. We’ll prove your innocence. Maybe we can even get Hannibal to kill someone for you.” He laughed darkly.

“I like where your heads at.” 

2x03

#hannibal lecter x reader #will graham x reader #hannibal lecter imagines #will graham imagines #will graham x reader x hannibal lecter #hannibal lecter x reader x will graham

[zer0-is-me]

Chapter 2 - Izuku and Katsuki

Chapter 1, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

A/N:

Hi there! This is chapter two of... I need a name for this. Uhm, nevermind, if this gets more attention we'll figure it out then. That's a job for future me. Anywho, this is literally for those few people who liked my work and that one person who commented (tysm that made my day <3). Um, here goes writing the next chapter :D hope you enjoy!

Previously:

Eraserhead took a step towards him, and Izuku started to accept that maybe he just wasn't made for vigilantism, when a small something fell between them, clanging loudly in the quiet night.

After a beat, Izuku cocked his head and began, " What the hell-"

And it exploded.

Let it never be said that Katsuki knew what he was doing.

He never claimed that.

Sure, it had been a conscious decision when he started his... nighttime activities, but that didn't mean he had anything actually planned or thought out. At first, the nights were just him wandering around, saving a few people, and going back home at, what, 12AM? 1AM? At first he thought it was late; he should have gone to bed at 8:30PM. But then he thought that maybe it was worth it. Honestly, he wasn't so sure about the whole being-a-hero idea anymore, after... the incident, so why should it matter so much?

But then heroes started to actually pay attention to him. People started to pay attention to him. And his name began to be the one people called out at night when they needed help. This also meant that heroes went after him, too (he found that extremely annoying).

Katsuki wasn't sure why he was doing it.

(Maybe it was for a bit of personal atonement.

For the harm he had done in the past.)

Either way, when he had wandered into another neighbourhood for the night, searching for a lead on a case he had caught wind about, he hadn't been expecting to find another vigilante.

Vigilantes like him were rare; vigilantes who did proper good and did well in the job too, not killing, bitter ones (*cough* Stain, *cough cough*).

He wasn't completely sure why he did it. Sure, he was softer and kinder at night, for some reason, but he still wouldn't help someone who was being targeted by heroes. Let alone a hero he, himself, had been targeted by before as well.

He had been scaling a building with one of his support items, when he realised that someone was already up there - correction; two were. He was about to scale back down, unnoticed, when he overheard a familiar voice.

Huh. He didn't think the hobo's patrolling routes crossed over to this neighbourhood.

" Look, just come peacefully, and you might have a shorter sentence in jail," he heard Eraserhead say. " I honestly think you're doing good, but it's still against the law."

Oh, so there's another vigilante here. Well, if they were gonna get captured by a hero, they probably weren't good enough to be a vigilante anyway. Although, if Eraserhead himself had said they were doing good...

A robotical, glitchy voice answered. Either a quirk or a voice changer, like him.

" Awww, I'm so happy the one and only Eraserhead appreciates my efforts!" Katsuki heard them coo.

They seem nice enough, for a vigilante, so far, he had thought. No killing yet, anyway. Though, he also knew that looks could deceive. He decided not to intervene until he deemed it necessary.

Eraserhead's voice came again, " Yeah, well, I've been on your case for a while now, so I know firsthand how helpful you can be."

The smile was evident in the vigilante's warped voice. The tone was softer, too. " Then don't turn me in. You and I both know crime rates have dropped since I've appeared."

It was silent for a moment, and Katsuki wondered if something had happened. He was about to climb up and check when Eraserhead finally spoke.

" I'm sorry, I can't do that and you know it. It's my job," Eraserhead genuinely sounded sorry. Katsuki heard a quiet slap on concrete, and his mind provided that the hero had taken a step forward.

Internally, Katsuki was having an argument with himself.

He should help them escape. They're doing good, it would be wrong to take a real hero off of these streets.

But, on the other hand, he didn't know this vigilante. He wouldn't save a random lawbreaker! What if he'd misinterpreted the situation? What if this was a villain, and not a vigilante?

Another quiet noise of a foot hitting floor made him groan quietly at how weak-willed he was against himself.

Fuck it.

He grabbed one of his home made smoke bombs from his belt and lobbed it over the top of the roof. It made a loud clang in the quiet night.

After a moment, he vaguely heard the glitching voice of the presumed vigilante say, " What the hell-"

But he was already scaling the last meter of the wall quickly and didn't pay it much attention. With the trigger for the smoke bomb in hand, he pressed the button and heard the bang of it going off.

He leaped onto the roof top and grabbed the vigilante's arm, pulling him away from the smoke and where Eraserhead was trying to wave it away.

When at first the vigilante resisted, he growled quietly, " Do you want to get away, or not?!"

" ... Fine," the vigilante muttered, letting Katsuki lead them away and towards the edge of the roof, behind the hero.

Not waiting for the other to catch up, he let go of their arm and leaped onto the next building, blunting the force with a roll. He began running to the side quickly.

If the other vigilante couldn't catch up, that was their problem.

And yet not a second later, he heard a soft thud and the shuffle of clothes behind him, then the thump of feet joining his.

He jumped onto another building roof and looked behind him, still running. The other vigilante jumped down behind him, their head down, hood covering their hair and eyes.

Behind them, Eraserhead was only just recovering from the smoke and had realised they were gone. He only looked out after them and didn't make a move to follow, however. He must've known they were already too far away. Katsuki looked forwards again and leaped onto the next building.

When he deemed them far enough, he slowed down on one of the taller roofs and dangled his feet off of the edge. When the other vigilante saw this, they slowed down, almost confused. Katsuki felt their calculating gaze on him.

When it had been a few seconds, Katsuki thought that they'd just leave him there in peace. But then-

They sat next to him, feet also dangling off of the edge.

Well, not close to him, fortunately for Katsuki. They sat a few meters away, out of reach if either decided to try something.

A few minutes of silence passed, save for their quiet breathing and the occasional car driving past. Katsuki knew he should get up and carry on the reason he was here; to find clues on the case, but he couldn't bring himself to.

It- it was peaceful, for once. No villains trying to kill him. No suffocating adults or peers praising him not for he, himself, but his quirk. No yells or punches from someone he should trust and be loved by. No chaotic thoughts ripping through his mind, making him doubt and panic.

It was peaceful.

Well, for a while, at least.

" Why did you do that?"

The vigilante had finally spoken up, and Katsuki nearly missed it.

" Hah?" He sideglanced the other vigilante, looking at him properly for the first time.

His eyes were hidden by a dark visor and the shadows of his hood, the rest of his face covered by a black surgical mask. His hood was black with toxic green accents on the rim, and it attached to a black, obviously oversized hoodie. He had a belt which held small pouches and items, and what looked like a bow staff attached to his back. He wore black sweatpants and black trainers. He also wore tight-fitting combat gloves, like Katsuki himself.

" Why did you do it?" the vigilante repeated. " You don't know me, I don't know you. I could be a villain, for all you know. Wait, are you a villain?!"

" I'm not a fucking villain, dumb fuck," Katsuki grumbled, eyes sliding back to the floor all the way down. " And I don't know why I did it. I just fuckin' did."

The other hummed. " ... Well, thanks. I owe you one."

" Damn right you do," he replied.

" Are you always this rude?"

Katsuki turned his head and raised his eyebrows. " Are you always this annoying?"

They huffed a chuckle and crossed their arms. " ... So... What are you?"

Katsuki's expression pinched, as if saying, ' Wtf?'.

" What the hell is that question? What, am I supposed to say a motherfucking fairy?"

The other waved his hands about. " No, no! That's not what I meant! I mean, are you a vigilante? A villain? A hero?"

Katsuki gave him another unimpressed stare, then sighed. " You're fucking hopeless." ("Hey!")

" Let's see, I threw a smoke bomb at a hero and made sure the idiot who was about to get caught by him wasn't caught. I'm pretty sure I'm not a hero," he deadpanned. " And I literally just said I'm not a villain."

" Well, I mean, you could be lying," the other shrugged.

" If I was a fucking villain," Katsuki said, his patience wearing thin, " Then I definitely wouldn't have saved your hopeless ass. I'd say killing you would be a better course of action if I were a villain. I'm considering it now, actually."

The hooded figure ignored the last comment.

" A bit mean, but I get the point, I guess," they said. " So you're a vigilante. Cool, I haven't seen a decent one like me in ages. But, I haven't seen you around here before? Are you new?"

Katsuki scoffed. " Fuck, no. I've been in this for, what, two, three years? I'm from the neighbourhood nearby. Don't ask. What about you? Never heard of you before."

" You don't know my name, how can you be sure you've never heard of me before?" they deadpanned.

" Because I don't care."

The vigilante snorted. " I'm really feeling the love and kindness coming off of you in waves."

" Shut the fuck up," the blonde rolled his eyes. " Fine, what's your name, then, dumbass?"

" It's definitely not 'dumbass'," the other muttered (" Again, I couldn't give less shits."), before offering his hand and saying, " Kibo, the vigilante of hope! Pleased to meet you!"

Katsuki stared at the newly named, 'Kibo's, hand, before ignoring it completely. He stood up, stretching, and turned to leave.

He paused right before he was about to jump to the floor, and sighed.

" Name's Valour. If we're doing your cringe-y ass shit, the vigilante of courage and bravery."

As an afterthought, he added, " And, no, I'm not using your name, dumb fuck."

And then, he was gone.

A/N:

I have decided.

I'm keeping the second A/Ns, and you cant stop me. u dont fuckin control me.

anywayyyyy, this went on longer than I was expecting. Sorry bout that lol. Betcha didn't see Kacchan coming in all his explosive glory, tho.

Ugh i couldn't find a nickname for izu from baku without using his appearance (which, obviously, I couldn't do, even if i wanted to call him 'broccoli reject') so i just stuck with 'dumb fuck' :D It might change, it might not, who knows?

Remember to comment or do that heart thing-y-ma-jigy! Like it? Hate it? Tell me about it! I want to hear your opinions.

Alright bye byeee, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and remember that you deserve the world! Tell yourself that everyday, otherwise here's me saying it and hoping you'll remember it everyday. Because it's true :) Have a great day!! <3

Oh, and @mymanbakugou :D (if anyone wants to be tagged for future chapters, just say so! <3)

#izuku #izuku midoriya #midoriya #aizawa shouta #Eraserhead #dadzawa #eventually #vigilante izuku #vigilante midoriya #my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #vigilante au #quirkless izuku #quirkless au #quirkless midoriya izuku #fanfic #mha fanfic #fanfiction #mha fanfiction #katsuki bakugo #vigilante bakugo #katsuki #bakugo #maybe possibly bakudeku but idk yet #mayhaps

[anonymouslyangsty]

I would love to hear about Taka secretly being the murderer instead of Toko!!

HEHEHEH I now have an excuse to talk about the Brainrot. Also gosh. This is real long. And kinda just a string of thoughts, though no more so than usual I guess. I got into this one

First and foremost, we got to establish how close to the Toko/Syo situation Taka would be in this case. For the sake of simplicity, we'll say it's another situation of Taka and Ishida being separate personalities, just like with Toko and Syo. I think there's definitely merit to them being the same person, but I'd have to think that over since...well I've never thought of this concept from that mindset before. 

Let's consider Taka not knowing. I like that it's kinda a metaphor to some degree? Because as kids, we all have a very black and white, pure idea of morality and justice. Don't steal from others, don't lie, don't hurt people, ect. And that clear cut morality is very much in line with Taka as a character. He follows the rules! All the time! Even in a death game he'll yell at you for running in the halls. And this morality of his is so pure and simple, to the point of being childish.

But morality is not black and white in the real word. It's complicated, with tons of different factors to consider more often than not. Is it already to steal if you'll starve otherwise? Is it alright to lie if the person you're lying to has bad intentions, even if they are a authority figure? Is it okay to hurt someone if doing so saves others? Morality isn't clear cut and sometimes rules need to be broken. But when we're immature, it's easy not to realize this. 

So having Taka not know about Ishida would be representative of this concept of immature vs mature morality. The immature morality, the black and white view, is unaware of the need for complexity. This would be Taka, because Taka seems unable to accept grey morally. His interactions with Mondo reflect that. When he thought Mondo was bad, he was totally bad. He was violent, lazy, and a criminal. When he decided Mondo was good, he was totally good. He was the perfect man, unable to do any harm, let alone kill someone. 

So Ishida would be the mature morality, the one who realizes that the idealistic views of the immature morality are just that, an ideal, not reality. Ishida would understand that Taka's belief that, if he can just bring his ideas and morals into politics everything can be solved, is wrong. Corruption runs deeper than Taka's willing or ready to confront. And even with all the hard work in the world, Kiyotaka isn't going to be able to solve everything. 

How do you solve society's issues when the avenues to legally solve it are corrupt? Who do you call when the cops abuse the people? When the billionaire has all the judges paid off? How can you uproot corruption when so many politicians benefit from it and strive to perpetuate it? 

You can't. And that's what Ishida's there for. Ishi is more of the revolutionary that Taka is, the one who's willing to break the rules to ultimately create a better world to live in. 

So yeah. Ishida is a murderer. He kills corrupt authority figures, those who'd would lie and bribe their way out of trouble if he didn't kill them. Because for far too long justice has only affected those who couldn't pay their way out of it. I guess he's kinda a Sparkling Justice kinda situation, motivation wise. 

His calling card would definitely be different from Syo's. He'd probably leave a file of all the crimes the politician was executed for. Nobody knows how he gets the info, since so much of it was covered up, but he has it. Along with this, his victims are always decapitated. This is in reference to the French Revolution, where the people rose up and used a guillotine on the ruling class. (I’m sure there’s a more Japanese appropriate revolution I could make reference of, but I don’t know what it is.)

Now actually, how does Ishida get all that info on his victims? Not sure fully myself, but he probably uses Takaaki's position as an officer to his benifit. I'm sure he can get a lot of confidential information by breaking into police files. He has his ways.

Also, it should be noted that someone like Mondo wouldn't become a target for Ishida. Ishida doesn't deal with petty criminals, or even serial killers. He deals with criminals that'll powerful enough to manipulate the justice system to their advantage. Ishida only kills those the law refuses to deal with. 

Unlike Toko and Syo, I think that Kiyotaka would be totally unaware of Ishida. I like the idea of Ishida attempting to protect Taka from what he does. Because Taka is everything Ishida fights for; to protect innocence by destroying corruption. So Ishida wouldn't want Taka to know about what he does. 

Perhaps fittingly, this isn't exactly a good thing. How can Taka grow as a person, learn to be a leader himself, if he isn't aware of the corrupt world he's getting into? Taka does need to evolve into mature morality, but Ishida won't let him in his desire to protect Taka. Ishida keeps Taka innocent and naive, which isn't always a good thing. 

Moving on, I want to talk about backstory for this AU. It's basically the same. Toranosuke's corrupt in his actions as Prime Minister, probably cheating many out of their livelihoods and ruining lives in the process. He's eventually found out, leaving him and his family in dept. As far as I know, Toranosuke never serves a prison sentence. I don't know why he didn't in canon, but I'm going to say he bribed his way out of it in this AU.

And all of this is...upsetting to Taka to say the least (I'm going to say Taka's like 8-10 at this point) . Because even if his father tries to hide it from him, Taka's aware of the fallout of what his grandfather did. The thousands who were cheated, the workers left jobless, the safety violations that were ignored. He knows what his grandfather did was wrong. And everybody, from the news reporters, to the people on the street, to even his own teachers, say Toranosuke should be imprisoned for what he did. 

The situation is terribly unfair. Why should everyone hate him because of what his grandfather did? Why should his dad have to work all day just because of Toranosuke? Why isn't his grandfather in jail if he did so many bad things?

Kiyotaka is a passionate boy, and while he's well behaved, that level of passion wouldn't be easy for a 10 year old's willpower to contain. I think that eventually the stress of everything becomes too much. The constant bullying at school, the fact that he never sees his father anymore, the fact that his mother left them after grandfather got in trouble. It's all a lot for a child. And Toranosuke, the man behind all that heartache, is still there. An old, withered man, just laying in bed while everyone else suffers for his mistakes.

It's not fair. It's not fair that the bad guy gets away with it, and Taka hates his grandfather so much for it. Perhaps if Toranosuke had spoken to him, had said anything in explanation for what he'd done, Taka could've dealt with it better. But he didn't, so Taka didn't.

I think Taka eventually does something drastic. It's not planned or calculated in any way, more like a child having the worst possible meltdown. Perhaps he pulls out his grandfather's life support, or he smothers the man with a pillow. Either way, Toranosuke Ishimaru dies at the hands of his grandson, a young boy who couldn't handle the stress the world put on him. 

And Taka's horrified when he realizes what he's done. Because he just killed someone, someone who had hurt so many people, but someone nonetheless. And regardless of how angry Taka was with his grandfather, he honestly didn't mean to kill the man. 

So Taka does what any terrified child would do. He runs as far away as possible, with absolutely no plan. And it's days later before anyone finds him and brings him home. He's completely catonic when Takaaki finally finds him. 

 Taka's fingerprints being on the crime scene wouldn't be suspicious, since he lives there and is in charge of taking care of Toranosuke while Takaaki's out. So it wouldn't be hard to assume someone came in, killed Toranosuke, then cleaned up any evidence before leaving. After all, Toronosuke was dead for hours before Takaaki returned home. 

It's possible that Takaaki knows what actually happened. I mean, Taka's still Taka. He'd probably confess what'd happened once he's less catonic. But, regardless of if Takaaki believes the confession, he sure as hell isn't going to accept it. 

It’s the only time Takaaki ever yelled at his son. Not out of anger, but a panicked terror of not knowing if his son was deeply traumatized and blaming himself. or if he was truly guilty of murdering Toranosuke. He makes Taka swear to never say he killed his grandfather again. 

And somewhere in the midst of all that issue, Ishida starts being a thing. Perhaps it comes from Taka’s immaturity; his childish views on morality are completely incompatible with what he’d done. And how he’s promised to never bring it up again, but that means that he can’t do the right thing and confess. It’s a horrific contradiction and a horrific situation. 

Perhaps Ishida is Taka’s means of coping with that. Taka doesn’t remember what happened on that day, but Ishida does. Ishida carries the burden of that day and, as Taka gets older, all the other deaths.

Does Takaaki know about his son’s vigilantism? Who knows. 

Anyway, as for in the death game. I would still say the murderer gets revealed in ch2, but I’m not quite sure how. There’s no way that Taka could tell anyone he’s Ishida (or whatever the media calls this ‘mysterious killer’), since he himself honestly doesn’t know. 

I feel like it would be possible for Togami to catch him however, assuming there’s info on his case in the library. When the secrets are passed out, Taka would probably be pretty vocal about his being a “total false accusation”. After all, there’s no way he killed his own grandfather! These so called secrets are clearly just slander, right?

Given how honest Taka’s shown himself to be, Togami might think that’s suspicious that he likely honestly doesn’t remember his secret happening. Which might be enough for him to connect Taka to the string of murders. After all, Toranosuke would fit the bill of the killer’s usual victims.

I guess to get Ishida to front, Togami would have to convince both the class and Taka that he’s the aformentioned murderer. It would be...A very bad time for Taka. Bringing up a lot of repressed memories. 

Also, gotta talk about Ishida a tad more! With Toko and Syo, the fact that they have such different personalities is part of the charm. So, it seems kinda lame to keep Ishida as “just Taka but loud and rude” like in canon. Not to mention that Ishida wasn’t made with Mondo in mind, so it wouldn’t make sense. 

My first thought is that Ishida is almost the total opposite of Taka. He’s still just as militant as Taka, but he’s far more serious, less expressive. He probably very openly consiters making Togami his next target for the whole mutilating a corpse thing, but decides not to on the grounds that he’s a minor (and also because they’re in a death game and Ishida doesn’t want to risk Taka dying)

Also I’m realizing that, if Togami sets up the killer like he does in canon...That means he cuts off Chihiro’s head….Ew

#Not sure if I'm happy with all the details of this #but whatever #I just think it's a cool idea even if I haven't thought it out fullyl #Taka #Danganronpa #kiyotaka ishimaru #an ask tag

[haloshornsinkstains]

Christmas Markets with Villains

"Remember the rules. No fighting, no murder - Toga, Dabi - and try to keep the petty theft to a minimum. I'd prefer if our first Christmas shopping trip didn't turn into a mission to break some of you out of jail." Shigaraki x GN!Reader, League as family . CW for mentions of abusive/negelectful pasts, mentions of crimes. tbh it’s pretty fluffy.

You looked around the room a little nervously, the prospect of Christmas shopping with a group of wanted criminals suddenly way riskier than it had seemed when you had first agreed to the idea. The look on Tomura's face, a strange mix of exhaustion and betrayal, made way more sense now you were actually facing the consequences of your decision. All the woollen scarves and knitted hats in the world wouldn't cover up their attitudes. You considered maybe calling the whole thing off, feigning sickness or some kind of emergency, but then Toga bounced up to you tugging Jin along behind her and the pure excitement and delight sparkling in their eyes nearly made you weep. When was the last time she actually got to enjoy Christmas? When was the last time any of them had enjoyed Christmas? Your new family was composed of so many tales of abuse, of neglect and isolation. It was why you had agreed in the first place, and you wouldn't let them down now.

"Okay! Before we leave is everyone wrapped up?" You glanced around at the nodding heads, stifling a giggle at the sight of Dabi in a blue scarf and hat combo pulled so close together only his eyes peered out. "Remember the rules. No fighting, no murder - Toga, Dabi - and try to keep the petty theft to a minimum. I'd prefer if our first Christmas shopping trip didn't turn into a mission to break some of you out of jail." "You sound like a tired parent." You could hear the eye roll in Toga's voice. "Well since Kurogiri can't come with us, someone has to take over watching you troublemakers. So behave." You tried to sound stern, but the wide grin on your face kind of spoiled the effect. "Right. If you could do the honours." Kurogiri inclined his head, opening a portal for you all. You ushered the others through, wrapping your arm through one of Shigaraki's as the pair of you joined the rear of the group. "Take care of young Tomura." "Always." You smiled, raising a hand in a wave as you stepped through the swirling mist.

The others were waiting for you on the other side. You'd found a small town outside Mustafar with a bustling market to bring them all to, hoping it lessened the chances of getting caught. "Alright." You called, cringing internally at how much you sounded like a teacher organising a school trip. "We're outside the city but please try to keep a low profile anyway. Otherwise, have fun and I'll see you all back here in two hours. Call me if you need me." The group dispersed with varying degrees of excitement, and you tightened your grip around Tomura's arm as he made to disappear with them.  "You're staying with me." You hummed, ignoring his scowl as you started to pull him towards the stalls. "Are you sure you didn't need to hand out pocket money?" You just laughed at his griping, deep down he cared about his idiots too, despite the occasional death threats. “You don’t want to have to break them out of prison either. We both know you care too.” He huffed. “I don’t care.” “Uhuh, of course you don’t. I won’t let anyone know your secret.” You smiled, glancing down to double check he was wearing the special gloves you’d bought for him when you first started dating before shifting to slip our fingers between his. “Come on, we have time away from the troublemakers and I want to make the most of it.” “You’re the worst.” “You love me.” He glanced around, ensuring no one could hear before leaning closer against you with a contented hum. “Maybe.”

The pair of you wandered through the streets, taking in the lights and decorations as you avoided the crowds. Sometimes you paused to tug him towards a stall or a store window that captured your attention, letting him stand a little behind you - a force of habit to try and keep himself shielded from prying eyes despite the hood tugged low over his face. As time passed he relaxed, little by little, finally enjoying the atmosphere and time spent without worrying about heroes or avoiding the authorities. A tiny island of normality in the sea of chaos that came with being a part of the League. “Your hands are getting cold.” You paused from studying a display of pretty hair accessories for THimiko and glanced back up at him. “It is winter.” You hummed. “Just let me get this and we can grab some mulled wine?” “Why are you buying that?” You glanced down at the item in your hands and smiled softly. “It’s for Toga. I want to get something for everyone.” “Why not just get her more knives?” “Because I wanted to get her something that’s not related to her quirk, or being… well, you know. She’s still a girl, she deserves pretty things sometimes.” You sighed, handing over some money to the vendor and tucking the gift away in your bag. “I was trying to be more thoughtful.” His hand squeezed yours, you knew he didn’t really get it but it was enough that he didn’t argue with you about it. It wasn’t that long ago you’d had a fight about the pointlessness of getting the members birthday gifts, especially ‘impractical’ ones. He’d grown, you mused, he still acted like a petulant child more often than not but he was getting better. “You’re doing this for everyone?” “Mhm.” You smiled softly, catching a glimpse of Himiko and Jin darting through the stalls happily (you were going to ignore the penguin Himiko was carrying, since you were pretty sure that hadn’t been for sale). “I have a few things already.” Tomura tugged you into his side, catching your chin between his fingers and turning you so he could study your face carefully. “Why?” You frowned. “It’s Christmas?” “So?” He shrugged. “None of us have celebrated for years, I doubt any of them will have got you anything in return. Why go through the effort?” “It’s because you haven’t celebrated in years, everyone deserves at least one good Christmas. I just want them to be happy.” Saying it out loud you felt a little stupid, maybe he was right about the effort and maybe none of them actually cared about the holidays, but the League were your family now and you had wanted so badly to do something for them. Tomura scowled and you let your gaze drop to the floor dejectedly. “You’re an idiot.” He huffed, pressing chapped lips gently against yours. “You better have got me something good.” “So not just putting a bow on myself?” You teased, grinning when you saw the slightest hint of a blush paint his cheeks as he started to walk away, pulling you towards the mulled wine.

By the time the others returned, some more laden with ‘purchases’ than others, you and Tomura had been at the meet up point drinking mulled wine for a while. Your cheeks were a little flushed and Tomura was sitting beside you, leaning ever so slightly into your side, though he jumped back with a snarl when Toga let out a delighted squeal. “I suppose I should help with all the… things.” Atsuhiro sighed, gesturing towards the small mountain of… well you weren’t sure, that Toga and Jin had acquired. “Thanks Atsuhiro.” You sighed, getting to your feet. “Where’s Dabi?” There was a loud shriek in the distance, and a familiar looking blue glow lit up the sky. You sighed. “Found him!” Jin laughed. “He’s an idiot. That’s so cool!” You glanced at Tomura, who was once again scowling angrily, his hands balled into fists.  “At least it was just the one of you causing trouble?” You offered half-heartedly. As if on cue Dabi strolled into view, throwing a roasted chestnut into his mouth. He smirked and held the bag out towards you just as the portal blinked into existence behind the group. “Chestnut?” 

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I don’t think the villains need to “pay” for their crimes.

Instead of ranting on someone else’s post I decided to just rant on my own post.

Anyway. Now that the redemption arcs for the main 3 villains have been pretty much confirmed (I don’t think Toga’s is gonna get any more confirmed than the moment with her and Ochaco in their encounter sadly), the new hot topic I see is what’s gonna happen to the villains after the final battle. How will they pay for their crimes, etc. 

I don’t know what it is about this story that has fans so hellbent on what kind of punishment the villains are going to receive when all is said and done. I’m not going to address the part of the fandom that I choose to straight up look away from, the ones that think the villains need to die or rot in tartarus forever. I’m talking about those who are seemingly down with villain redemptions, but then go on to say “But they need to pay for their crimes! So maybe jail for life but they don’t get executed will work?” I mean? Why? If you believe they need to face jail time or severe punishment for their crimes, then I don’t really view that as being accepting of their redemptions. 

That being said I do believe they should face consequences of some sort, but more so on a mental/spiritual level. Consequences along the lines of realizing how wrong they were about their actions against the world, realizing that destruction is not the answer. Feelings of guilt. Apologies. Things along those lines are things I would accept as consequences for them. And side note, I’m not against them going to the same type of hospital as Rei, but in my eyes that isn’t punishment, that’s rehabilitation--which they desperately need. That’s one way to do it. 

The reason I don’t believe they need to receive actual “punishment” is because..well...their whole lives have been a long ass punishment. I mean, can’t they catch a break? I think it’s time they get some time to focus on becoming healthy, and focusing on living out their second chance at life to the fullest. 

Another reason is: if they get “punished” at the end, what was the point of the redemption? When a redemption arc is being set up and carried out, it’s because a character did something BAD. This shouldn’t come as a surprise. And I fail the see the point of a redemption arc if they continue to be treated like criminals in the end.

Last reason I don’t personally think they need it is because this is fiction. Idk about y’all but I read manga to get away from life and be in a different world than my own. So to have a happy, hopeful, optimistic story like BNHA slap me in the face with “oh but prison where they get tortured and basically just rot away for the remaining years of their lives” is just poor decision making for a writer.

Now I actually do NOT believe the villains will be punished in the end. The reason for that is—I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, society is crumbling. It’s not like, gone, but it is definitely struggling to maintain order and not fall to pieces. Where in the hell will they find time to worry about punishing the villains that helped save them (from AFO) when they need to focus on rebuilding their cities? Tbh I don’t think the citizens will care what happens to Toga, Shigaraki, and Touya. After the final battle, I’d imagine that most of them will be happy to be alive?

Is that not enough for them to accept the redemptions of our main 3 villains? It’s being set up for the main 3 to help take down AFO, in a way, and they’re gonna do that while a bunch of pro heroes sit on their retirement money doing nothing because they quit when citizens needed them most. How is that not atonement enough? For a story?

I don’t think society will be organized enough for the citizens to give a shit about what happens to the main 3 villains. I really don’t. Lol

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