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Nonviolent Communication - Part Eight
Miguel O'Hara x SpideyFemReader
Summary: Your spider senses go off in the middle of the night, and you can't figure out why. Miguel goes out on a mission alone.
Word Count: 14,258 (I think I can safely say this will be the last time it ever gets to this. I thought about splitting this part but didn't want to leave you guys on a cliffhanger.)
Warnings: Some violence; mention of blood; explosions; angst; death
Music inspo while writing (in order):
"Sleepwalk" - Santo & Johnny (instrumental)
"Les" - Childish Gambino (instrumental)
"Adrian" - Bill Conti (instrumental) (I watched some of the "Rocky" movies and thought this song was so beautiful and tender)
"Amor Eterno" (instrumental) (iykyk, and I'm sorry if you do)
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |
Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight |
Part Nine |
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Part Eight
“The tension in the room right now is palpable,” Pav mutters as you and him stand side by side in Peter and Mary Jane’s living room.
“My bet is on Miles,” you reply quietly.
“Hm, I think Noir has this one,” he replies as the two of you look over at Miles and Noir.
“Miles has this in the bag,” Hobie murmurs behind you and Pav, making both of you turn around to look at him.
The three of you watch behind a couch as Miles and Noir, who are sitting on the floor around the living room’s console table, eye each other as they play UNO. The group started out with them, Hobie, Gwen, Pav, and you while Peter, Mary Jane, Penny, Margo, and Peter Porker watched. You were unfortunately the third one out followed by Hobie, leaving Noir and Miles as the two final players.
The others are watching from the couch, trying to hold their giggles. It’s Friday night, which means you and the rest of the group came over for dinner at Peter and Mary Jane’s universe. It’s a weekly dinner and one you’ve learned to love. It gives you something to look forward to on the weekend because it means you and your friends can relax and engage outside of work.
Peter and Mary Jane cook but the rest of you bring something over, which means that there’s usually a large dinner. Dinner always takes about an hour or so since you all catch up on what’s happening in your lives, which means that each week you and the other adults get to hear the younger people talk about school and some new drama. Of course, there’s also some talk about missions and anomalies considering most of you are spider-people. Then, after helping Peter and Mary Jane clean up, you all gather in the living room to play games.
Ten minutes later, Miles wins the game and Noir complains about the cards’ colors. After a good laugh, you all have a slice of cake, which you baked yourself, before everyone starts heading out. You say your goodbyes and thank Peter and Mary Jane for dinner before you head back to your universe. You change into your pajamas almost immediately, but you don’t head to bed just yet.
Instead, you grab a book from your bookshelf and take a seat on your couch. It’s ten p.m. on a rainy Friday night. You look around your apartment as you snuggle onto the couch with a blanket thrown over your legs. You open the book but you look up, your eyes taking in your small apartment.
It's officially four years since Peter’s death. His death anniversary was a couple of days ago and of course, there were some tears but for the most part, you handled it well. You visited him and spent some time at the cemetery. You went through some photo albums, taking a walk down memory lane.
Four years.
Where did the time go? You sigh as you look around your apartment. Time has gone by, but it doesn’t seem like it did in your apartment. It still looks the same as it did back when Peter was alive. It’s a personal choice. You wanted to keep everything the same. So, you have the same wall decorations the two of you hung together. The furniture is unchanged and it all remains in the original places you and Peter chose back in the day.
As you hear the soft pit pat of rain on your windows, you feel the urge to change some things around. Or maybe add new things.
You nod to yourself, thinking of what you’d like to do but decide to leave that for another day. It’s already a good sign you’re thinking of redecorating a little bit. You turn back to the book and begin to read, hoping that the reading and calm rain will lure you to sleep, which won’t be hard as you’re already feeling exhausted from the missions you were a part of today plus the patrolling of your city.
Soon enough, you notice your eyes begin to skip lines and you’re having to find your place multiple times. You decide to call it a night when you see it’s midnight. You do your night routine before you slide into bed, drifting off without any trouble.
Miguel stares at one of his many monitors, standing on his platform. His eyes scan the information before him despite it being two in the morning. He scrolls a bit to see more information. It’s all the data that was collected the previous day on anomaly matter from multiple universes. Of course, Lyla reads the information and always lets him know when there’s something worth discussing but Miguel often prefers to go in and check himself. As he finishes reading the data from a specific section, he stretches his back to relieve some of the tension. He hears his back pop, and he sighs in relief before he returns to reading.
Miguel has been sleeping once a week at his penthouse for multiple weeks now but tonight is not one of those nights. Tonight, he’ll stay here in his empty lab like most nights. Even if he wanted to go home, he can’t. He feels restless. He notices the time on his monitors, of course. He finds himself wishing it was day already and he doesn’t know why. He sighs to himself, closing his eyes for a few seconds trying to regain his focus, so he can concentrate on the data, but he cannot. His fingers move on their own and soon, he’s looking at a video of himself and Gabriella, when he gifted her a soccer ball. He stares at the video fondly, remembering her happiness when she saw the gift. He closes it before he gets off his platform with another sigh and begins to walk out of his lab.
He exits his lab into one of the many hallways of HQ, deciding to take a walk to clear his mind. Miguel doesn’t really pay attention to where he’s going. He’s just walking. He does this sometimes when his brain needs a moment during the long nights. He walks the empty hallways and cafeteria, eyes scanning the city from behind the large windows. He cannot make much of it due to the rain falling against the glass, which has created a blurry effect. Still, Miguel can see the faint lights of flying cars and other buildings’ lights in the distance.
He walks and walks. It’s early Saturday morning and here he is, walking through an empty HQ. He eventually returns to his lab. His mind feels more at ease but there’s still something that gnaws at him. He resumes his work at his platform, scanning his monitors. Everything looks fine. He sighs again and begins to read the data, but that feeling is still there. It’s like Miguel knows that at any moment, Lyla will appear and tell him that something’s wrong.
He moves the screen closer, willing himself to concentrate. To ignore the feeling, but five minutes later, one of his screens flashes red and Lyla appears.
“Miguel – two anomalies have been detected. Earth-42. They just entered the universe.”
And there it is. Miguel’s mask immediately covers his face as he leaps off his platform.
“Two anomalies… Who are they? Are they in the system?” Miguel asks as he starts clicking on his gizmo, preparing to open a portal to travel.
“One of them is a Green Goblin version. The other one is not in our system. First time,” Lyla reports.
Miguel nods, wasting no time once the portal opens. He steps out onto a rooftop on Earth-42, the same one that was cleaned up by Miles and his variant from this Earth over a year ago when he ended up sent here by the Go Home Machine. As Miguel steps out onto a rooftop, he’s unable to stop himself from briefly scanning the city. What a difference. The city is well lit, calm, and there’s still a buzz of people despite the time and rain but Miguel quickly focuses on the task at hand, putting his thoughts behind.
He looks around the area, trying to catch sight of the anomalies. He spots the first one, an unknown anomaly running in circles on the street below. There’s no sight of the Green Goblin, however, so he decides to catch this strange anomaly first and then pursue the Green Goblin.
As he heads straight for the anomaly, Miguel’s eyes scan it, trying to get an idea of how dangerous it might be. The body is a white cybernetic one. The head, which is a male human head, is inside a container filled with liquid. Glass makes up the front portion of the container, making it possible for the anomaly to see and a few hoses run through the anomaly’s body, leading Miguel to make the educated guess it’s the way it sustains itself. He also notices that this anomaly only has one hand, while the other arm has a clamp at the end.
Just before Miguel lands on the ground, he prepares a trapper-keeper, ready to trap the anomaly to transport it to HQ. The anomaly, however, begins running away from him as soon as it spots him.
“Running already?” he mutters, as he starts chasing it. “Lyla, keep me updated on the Green Goblin, you know how they get with their little explosions.”
“The Green Goblin has moved further away,” Lyla answers, making Miguel groan. “Maybe you should call for backup.”
“No, I got this. Just keep me updated on the Goblin’s movements.”
“Whatever you say, boss.”
Lyla disappears, leaving Miguel to do his job. He runs before he leaps into the air, reaching an incredible height as he heads straight for the anomaly. The anomaly somehow senses his attack as it turns around and meets Miguel with its clamp, clawing at him to prevent any blows. The anomaly’s moves don’t deter Miguel though as he takes hold of the clamp before he pushes the man to the ground.
The anomaly uses his one hand to land a punch on Miguel’s thigh before he swipes one of his long cybernetic legs around Miguel’s lower body, knocking him to the ground. The anomaly runs off to a building, hoisting himself up by perforating the walls with the clamp.
Miguel quickly gets up, chasing after it. He shoots his web, wrapping it around the anomaly’s body and pulling but the anomaly puts up a good fight and ends up sniping the web with the clamp once it reaches the rooftop. Miguel spends ten minutes doing this: almost trapping the anomaly before it gets away.
“The Green Goblin is moving further away but there is no trouble detected. It’s like – it’s just waiting,” Lyla reports, sounding confused with the behavior of the Green Goblin.
“Waiting for what?” Miguel asks, in frustration as the anomaly keeps leaping off buildings.
“I don’t know.”
Miguel scowls, done with this already. In a rage of frustration, he shoots his webs and catches the anomaly in midair before pulling it towards him. Miguel is quick to jump, meeting the anomaly halfway before he delivers a blow to the head. It sends the anomaly crashing on a rooftop with a loud thud.
“You little-” the man says as he starts standing up, but he doesn’t have the opportunity to finish his sentence as Miguel lands on the rooftop and captures it with the trapper-keeper.
“Finally,” Miguel mutters, as he walks over to inspect it but before he even reaches it, he receives a heavy blow to his head, caught by surprise. “Green Goblin,” Miguel says angrily as he turns around.
“Hello, Spider-Man,” the Green Goblin greets him as he hovers in the air with his glider. “You look very different from my own Spider-Man.”
“That’s because you’re not in your universe,” Miguel answers annoyed as he lunges himself at the Goblin.
He knocks the Goblin off the glider, leading to the two of them landing on the rooftop before they begin hand to hand combat. The two men land blows on each other as the captured anomaly tries to break out of the trapper-keeper to no avail. Miguel notices this and it’s at this moment of distraction that the Goblin seizes his opportunity. He pulls out the Goblin trident and aims at Miguel’s hand, hitting his gizmo in the process.
Miguel immediately turns to the Goblin, retrieving his hand. He takes a quick glance at the gizmo before scowling at the Goblin, who’s about to take another swing at Miguel. Miguel blocks it this time and throws a punch at him, sending him flying. The Goblin lands on the floor, quickly getting up on his feet and like every other Green Goblin in the multiverse, the cunning man pauses for a second, tilting his head as he stares at Miguel with interest. His eyes flicker to the strange device on this Spider-Man’s wrist. He grins behind his green mask before he dashes at Miguel, trident in hand.
Miguel and the Green Goblin continue to fight. Miguel successfully dodges the trident several times, but the Green Goblin only seems to be fueled by this. He swipes at Miguel with the trident, finally slicing his skin under the suit. Miguel winces, pressing his hand to his body briefly, a moment the Green Goblin takes to hit the gizmo again.
“I’ve had enough of you,” Miguel mumbles, as his talons extend.
“That’s a new one,” the Green Goblin comments, referring to the talons, before he jumps off the rooftop.
And of course, Miguel O’Hara never gives up, so he runs after the Green Goblin under the pouring rain. He watches as the anomaly lands on its glider before he flies off, laughing at Miguel. With a scowl, Miguel shoots his web and starts following him, catching up with the anomaly in no time.
“Catch, Spider-Man!” the Green Goblin says pulling out one of its many grenades before he throws it at a building.
Miguel charges towards it, successfully stopping it from detonating but what he doesn’t sense is the Green Goblin coming from behind with his trident. He hits Miguel’s gizmo again with a strength that manages to crack the screen. He swipes at Miguel once more, slicing his skin almost in the same place as earlier before he flies off. Miguel shoots his web to keep himself from falling to the ground.
“Mierda!” Miguel yells as he swings, clutching the same area that was sliced.
He looks down at his gizmo, noticing the crack on it. It should continue working, Miguel thinks to himself, knowing that he and Lyla spent a lot of time making sure the device would be durable. It would take a lot to break it.
And it becomes the Green Goblin’s mission to do so. As Miguel and the anomaly continue their fight through the city, the Green Goblin aims hit after hit on the device, cunningly planning blows as he realizes the Spider-Man before him doesn’t sense his moves like the superhero from his own universe.
“Don’t let him hit the gizmo, Miguel!” Lyla warns, as the Green Goblin makes another swing.
And so, after what feels like an hour of fighting, the green mask man succeeds.
“Migu-” Lyla starts but doesn’t finish.
The gizmo’s screen shatters, and Miguel immediately knows it when he sees the colors of the device fade and Lyla’s holograph disappearing, making Miguel cuss under his breath as he realizes what this means. He needs to catch the Green Goblin soon, before he starts glitching.
The Green Goblin, however, has other plans as he flies off towards a skyscraper. He immediately pulls out more of his grenades, throwing them at the building. Miguel rushes and jumps into the air to try and stop them from detonating and as he works on this, the Green Goblin flies to him, quickly stabbing him with his trident in the stomach. He laughs at Miguel as he twists the trident to add more pain before flying off just as one of the remaining grenades goes off, blowing up a part of the skyscraper. Miguel, who is falling in midair due to the injury, covers his face as debris bursts around him. He feels some of it, glass from the windows, dig into his body causing him to groan in pain.
The adrenaline of it all still allows him to shoot his webs, preventing himself from falling. Except he glitches. For the first time in his life, Miguel experiences firsthand what it feels like to be an anomaly. He feels the shock of it in his body as he’s falling again since his web gave out in the process of glitching. The glitching stops and he tries again, catching himself on time. He lifts himself up onto a rooftop to collect himself, but the pain is there. He looks around quickly, there’s no sight of the Green Goblin. Miguel breathes heavily, the action making pain course through his body. He looks up at the city as he feels blood gush under his suit, where the trident puncture his body.
“Mierda,” Miguel mumbles out of breath, realizing what his situation means. No one knows he’s here. It’s the middle of the night and he’s injured, unable to travel back to his universe because his gizmo is broken. The realization dawns on him.
This might be it.
As the realization hits him, Miguel looks around the city. The rain is going strong, and he can hear sirens in the distance. He must move somewhere else. The tallest building catches his eye right away. He makes one last swing, forcing himself to climb the building despite the pain but thinking that if this is it, he wants to have a nice view. He thankfully doesn’t glitch on his way up, allowing him to make it to the rooftop. He collapses against a wall, next to the building’s door that leads to the rooftop. Miguel stares out into the city as he lays on the ground, clutching his stomach. The adrenaline is wearing off, and he knows it because his body feels weaker now. He begins to feel the pain more as it runs through his body. He can feel blood under his suit, gushing out slowly and his breathing feels more labored now.
Miguel looks at his gizmo again, as if hoping that the device will magically function, but he knows better. There’s no way to return to his universe. He sighs, the action taking more effort than it should as he lets his mask off, wanting his face to feel the rain.
What a way to die. In another universe that isn’t his home. Alone on a rooftop as rain cascades down on him. His hair is damp and it’s sticking to his forehead, but Miguel makes no attempt to fix it. His face – no – his entire body feels cold, which is a strange feeling for Miguel. His body heat has always prevented him from being cold but his body – the one he has pushed to its limits for years now – fails him now.
Miguel tries to ignore it. He tries to focus on the city and the skyscrapers. It’s a lovely sight and he can’t help but remember the day he was here with you many months ago when he assigned you to work with him for the first time. It was daytime and the sight was wonderful. He can’t help but think that you would love the sight even more at night.
As he stares out into the city, he can’t help but also think how ironic this is. Miguel is about to die on Earth-42. The very same universe linked to the whole mess with Miles. It seems so far away now, Miguel thinks. When he was set on preventing Miles from saving his father so he wouldn’t break the canon. It was such a messy situation. He acted in a way he’ll never be able to take back even if everyone else moved on.
Now, here he is. On Earth-42, in a far different city than the one he met when he first ventured into the multiverse. It’s almost like a slap in the face. As if it was meant for him to think of this in his last moments. To see one of his biggest mistakes.
Miguel sighs again and this time, the action makes him hiss in pain. He can feel the blood. The pain is there but he tries to bear with it. He tries to distract himself.
As Miguel stares at the lights and the skyscrapers, his mind begins to wander off. He thinks of his family and flashes of memories run through his head. He sees his mom, when she was much younger and he was a kid, tending to his scraped knee. He sees her cooking in the kitchen of his childhood home.
He sees Gabriel sitting on his bedroom floor playing with his action figures, the same ones he begged Conchata for. He remembers the evenings they spent together, playing and pretending to be superheroes, not knowing what was in store for them in the future. He recalls the times when Gabriel was still so young and had nightmares. He found no comfort from his father, so he always went to Miguel’s bedroom. There, Miguel would comfort and assure him that it was just a bad dream and that it meant nothing. Despite Miguel’s comforting words, Gabriel always asked if he could stay with him, and Miguel could never say no.
“Gabrielito,” Miguel whispers, as he thinks of his little brother. His childhood face flashes in Miguel’s head before it morphs into Gabriel’s adult face. It was unfair, so unfair. Like any other older sibling, Miguel always thought he would be the first to pass away. He never imagined that it would be his little brother. He never imagined he would be taken away the way he was either. It was so unfair.
And as he thinks of Gabrielito, Miguel remembers a song his brother was very fond of. Surprisingly, the music is so clear in his mind as if it was only yesterday when the two of them drove to hang out with friends. As the older brother, Miguel was obviously the driver and Gabriel sat in the passenger seat, playing music. He remembers the first time Gabriel played it. He asked Miguel to be quiet and to just listen to it. And so, they had. They drove in silence as the instrumental song played, and it felt oddly nostalgic.
Miguel’s breathing slows down as the memories rush through his mind. They switch over to Gabriella. His time with her was short but they made so many memories. He can’t help but feel shame and pain in his chest as he thinks of her. Miguel has strayed away from his religion for some time now, but he hopes that if Heaven is real, that’ll he get to see her again. To hold her one more time. To apologize to her for lying. His wife comes to mind, too, of course, and so does the shame. He fell in love so quickly. His need to have a family blinded him so much, everything was rushed. Miguel can’t help but think now that he would’ve done things differently if he could. He wouldn’t have rushed into things. His wife had deserved better than him. Yet, he thinks fondly of the short time they had. He thinks warmly of the time he had a family even if it’s laced with shame and pain.
He lets his mind take him to those memories, back to those days that are long gone. As his mind is flooded with memories, he doesn’t notice the slowness of his breathing or heart. He doesn’t even feel the coldness of the wet ground or the cold raindrops that run down his beautiful face. He doesn’t notice that he’s staring at the city with half-lidded eyes now.
His mind goes through everything that happened in the last two years, including the fight and the multiverse hunt for Miles, which all lead to the last year. And of course, the last year leads to you. Your face flashes in Miguel’s mind. He thinks of the first time he met you when Jess introduced you. He thinks of the first weeks that you showed up with coffee to meetings before anyone else arrived and how he ignored the gesture. He remembers the day you volunteered to organize his lab thanks to Jess’s comment about the clutter. He sees different days combined into one memory of you chatting with Lyla as you worked, your voice and Lyla’s carrying to him, allowing him to hear bits and pieces.
He thinks of the day he showed up at your apartment and how he hated feeling something, which he now realizes was worry. Everything that has happened with you runs through his mind like a show. He sees your face, looking up at him on Dia de los Muertos, with that look of understanding in your eyes. He sees your arm reaching out to him when you wanted to comfort him. He sees you sitting on his kitchen island, eating the food he cooked on Christmas Eve. He remembers the ornaments and how yours was better than his. He recalls you showing up the next day. You brought cake and it was delicious. He remembers the two of you sat on the kitchen island again to eat, that time joined by Lyla, who asked questions as per usual.
He thinks of New Years Eve. You were invited to Miles’s universe, and you were sent to drop off food again. You stayed for a while once he mentioned that there was a huge firework show after the ball dropped, which meant that you spent the last and first minutes of the year with him in his penthouse.
Miguel’s heart continues to slow down as he thinks of the last year. You’re his friend. And he can’t help but feel disappointed that he’ll never be able to tell you face to face now. He wishes he could thank you. For everything. For the days you dealt with his coldness when he didn’t acknowledge you at all and left your coffee untouched. He briefly thinks about your excuse for taking him coffee. You lied much the same way he had lied about his reasoning for checking in on you that very first day. The day that led to your friendship. As Miguel’s eyelids further close, he thinks of how you’ll never know the truth about that day.
No one will.
Miguel’s heart beats slower and his body is cold as the rain continues to fall on him in the early morning. He listens to the soft pit pat as rain lands on the ground as the seconds tick by.
The same pit pat of rain can be heard on your apartment windows. The sound of it immediately fills your ears when you jolt awake from your sleep. A loud gasp escapes from your lips as you sit up on your bed. You sit, listening to the rain in the darkness of your bedroom as you try to catch your breath.
Your spider senses begin to go off, making you realize that’s what woke you up. You hurriedly jump out of bed and make a straight line to where you keep the two-way radio. You always keep the volume somewhat high during the night in case of emergencies but as you grab it and wait, there’s no feedback. Your eyes flicker to the clock on your nightstand. It’s three in the morning. You hurry to the windows of your apartment, pulling the curtains open to look out. There’s no sight of disturbance. If anything, the city looks at peace under the rain.
There’s not even the sound of traffic. All you can hear is the sound of rain but it’s there again. Your spider senses. Something is not right.
You hurry and get changed into your suit, not knowing what to do. Nothing looks wrong outside but you’re out of your apartment in less than three minutes. You swing from building to building as your eyes inspect the streets below. Your eyes search for anyone who might be in danger or anyone who might cause trouble.
Nothing.
You land on a rooftop to catch your breath. There’s a feeling of dread growing in the pit of your stomach. It’s one you’re all too familiar with as you’ve only ever felt this kind of dread once before. You try not to think of it but it’s impossible not to. The kind of dread that’s spreading through your body is the same kind you felt the day you lost Peter. You felt it spread like poison when you hurried to find Peter in the rubble. The feeling is branded into your mind and as you stand on the rooftop, overlooking the city still searching for trouble, you are overwhelmed by it once again.
You click on your gizmo and open a portal. If nothing is wrong in your universe, maybe there’s trouble somewhere else, you tell yourself. You quickly travel to all your friends’ universes within two minutes. Each time you arrive, you scan your friends’ cities but find nothing amiss. The cities are peaceful. You’re about to open another portal when your senses go off once again.
“What’s happening?” you mutter, as you look around one more time, seeing nothing.
You quickly head to HQ, finding yourself in the cafeteria. You walk through it quickly, feeling even more uneasy at the sight of a usually busy place being vacant of any life. Some of the lights are completely off, leaving pockets of darkness lingering around as you cross the cafeteria. You wonder where you’re even heading as you walk past the large windows of the Spider Society building, noticing the rain and the distant lights of flying cars.
Miguel’s city looks peaceful as well. Nothing seems wrong and yet that dread grows with each step you take, growing and clawing at your chest. Finally paying more attention, you realize you’ve made your way to Miguel’s lab. Perhaps there’s an anomaly threatening the entirety of the multiverse, you try to reason. Maybe that’s why you woke up.
You stand in front of Miguel’s lab and call for Lyla. Despite the uneasiness and dread running through your body, you still find it in yourself to ask for permission to enter his lab. You wait impatiently for the AI assistant to greet you but as the seconds tick by, there’s no sight of Lyla and your emotions intensify. It’s like a sign that something is definitely wrong. You call for Lyla one more time, saying her name louder and with more urgency as if that’ll help. Nothing. You burst into the lab, deciding to be sorry rather than safe.
“Miguel?” you call out, as you hurriedly enter his lab, hoping to find him on his platform surrounded by his many screens like always. “I’m sorry that I entered your lab like that, but Lyla is not responding, and my spider senses are goi-” you say, stopping when your eyes finally land on the platform.
Miguel’s screens are flashing red, not the usual marigold color you’ve grown accustomed to. And even worse yet, Miguel is nowhere in sight. You rush to the platform to get a closer look at the screens. They all read “DISCONNECTED.”
You stare in confusion but realize this must be the reason why Lyla didn’t respond earlier. You call out Miguel’s name again, but you’re met with a deafening silence. You take a deep breath in. Lyla is offline. The screens are flashing red. And Miguel is nowhere to be found.
You hurriedly try to reach Miguel through your gizmo, but your gizmo flashes a message, indicating that the recipient is disconnected. Your dread grows. There’s no way that Miguel would go offline like this. You’re halfway out of HQ when you reach out to Margo, the one person you know who can manage Miguel’s technology. As you head out into Nueva York, you pray for once that Margo is pulling one of her usual all-nighters. As you swing towards Miguel’s penthouse, Margo finally responds.
“Hey – what are you doing up this late? Something wrong?” Margo immediately asks.
You look down at her projected hologram from your gizmo. “Margo. Something is wrong with Miguel’s system. Lyla is offline and so is he. I think – I think something’s wrong. Can you please head to HQ and fix it? I’m on my way to Miguel’s penthouse to see if he’s alright,” you say, the words rushing out of your mouth, full of worry.
“Offline? That’s not – I don’t think Miguel would ever go offline,” Margo responds with a frown. “I’m going now to see what’s going on.”
“I’ll meet you there in a few minutes. Bye,” you say as her hologram disappears.
You quickly find Miguel’s building and swing to it, sticking to the walls. You climb it, until you reach the penthouse and look inside. All the lights are off and there’s no sight of Miguel anywhere. You climb onto the rooftop, immediately clicking on your gizmo to open a portal, pulling the coordinates that were sent to you on Christmas Eve months ago. You hurriedly walk through it, stepping into Miguel’s living room once again.
Your eyes scan the place quickly before you rush up the stairs. With each step you take, you feel that dread grow tenfold. You pray that everything’s fine. That you’ll only have to apologize to Miguel for coming into his home the way you are now. You pray that he’ll be in bed sleeping for once and that this is all some misunderstanding. You open the first door you come across, eyes scanning the room only to realize it’s an office. You open the next door and find a large, luxurious bathroom. The next room is a bedroom, but you immediately realize it’s not the master bedroom, so you rush to the next door, pushing it open. Your heart sinks as you take in the sight.
Miguel’s bedroom is empty, and his bed looks undisturbed, which means he’s not home. You rush back to the first floor before you sprint to the living room, gizmo already opening a portal. You travel back to HQ, popping up at the cafeteria before you rush to the lab, wondering if Margo has been able to fix the problem. All the while, your dread grows. You feel your chest tighten as you think of Miguel and his whereabouts.
You burst into the lab where you find Margo, opening and closing screens with the flick of her wrist. She looks over her shoulder before she continues to work.
“He’s not at home,” you manage to breathe out despite the tightness in your chest.
“This is – not looking good,” Margo says, making you freeze.
“What do you mean it’s not looking good?” you ask, staring at her back as she continues to work. Her words make your anxiety grow.
“Miguel’s gizmo is completely offline, which means… it’s broken. Wherever he is, the gizmo is not working at all,” she says as she opens another screen.
You bring a hand to your face, gripping your lower face as you look around the lab. You feel your breathing speed up while at the same time finding it difficult to even do so.
“Have you been able to get Lyla back online?” you ask shakily.
“I’m working on it. Just one more step,” Margo says in a rush, noticing your demeanor slowly crumbling apart. “She’s back! Lyla must know what happened.”
It takes a few seconds before Lyla appears and you waste no time.
“Lyla, where is Miguel?” you ask, stepping closer to her.
“Y/N! Miguel is hurt and stranded on Earth-42! There were two anomalies detected and he went out to handle them but one of them broke his gizmo and managed to injure him,” Lyla hurriedly explains the situation.
“Shit,” you mutter, and begin to open a portal. “What were his last coordinates, Lyla?”
“I’ll send them to you, please hurry! I don’t know how badly he was injured, and he must be glitching by now.”
“Inform Jess of what’s happening and see if we can get other members to help. Miguel may have moved from the last coordinates you have. We may need to search the city for him. Margo. Please stay here just in case we need any help with the system. I’ll keep you updated,” you say before you rush into the portal.
Rain pours down on you as you step into Earth-42. You waste no time in looking around at the city and instead run to the ledge of the rooftop. You lunge yourself to the next building, eyes scanning, trying to find any sign of Miguel. Lyla’s hologram appears from your gizmo as you fly to the next building, giving you Miguel’s last known location.
You swing from building to building, moving fast just as you see another portal from your peripheral vision.
“Y/N. Any sign of Miguel?” Jess asks, joining the search.
“Not yet,” you reply as you continue to swing.
“Others will be joining the search. They’re on their way,” Jess replies.
And sure enough, as you swing between buildings, you see multiple portals opening from various rooftops. You feel relief to see others joining and hope that with more people involved, the search won’t last long.
“Alright, everyone. Lyla has sent Miguel’s last location. He’s injured and probably glitching as his gizmo stopped working.”
You hear your colleagues’ replies as you head to the location. You briefly wonder about the anomalies. Were they caught or did they get away? You reach Miguel’s last location and immediately search the rooftop for any signs, but Miguel is nowhere to be seen. You turn when you hear someone else join you. Hobie gives you a nod before he searches the other side of the rooftop.
“Nothing,” he says.
You dash to the other rooftop, looking down at the empty and dark alleyways, hoping to find something.
“This rooftop looks disturbed. Looks like there was some fighting,” Hobie communicates.
You locate him and join him. Others join you and Hobie in inspecting the scene, and sure enough there are signs of fighting but no sign of Miguel anywhere around. You look around, trying to get a feel of where the fighting moved to from this rooftop. You leap to the next rooftop, continuing your search.
“There is no sight of anomalies,” someone says, making you pause. If Miguel’s gizmo isn’t working and this isn’t his universe, surely that would mean that Lyla should be able to detect him as an anomaly in this universe.
You continue to search but call for Lyla, who immediately appears.
“Lyla. If Miguel’s gizmo isn’t working, can’t you detect him as an anomaly in this universe?” you ask her, hoping that she and everyone else including you forgot about this fact and that she’ll be able to pinpoint his exact location, but she shakes her head, giving you a look full of frustration.
“I’ve tried that. Unfortunately, the system failure from earlier has caused some malfunctions in the entire system. I cannot detect any anomalies at all right now. Margo and I are working on it. As soon as we get it running again, I’ll run the test and find him unless you guys find him first.”
You thank her and let her go, hoping that Miguel is found whichever way as long as it’s soon. You continue to move around, lunging from building to building like the other members in search of the founder and commander of the Spider Society. Your heart races as you search, and you pause for a second, trying to calm yourself down. Panicking like this will only interfere with successfully finding him. You pause and take a deep breath. Your spider senses went off earlier and now you’re sure it was for this reason. You try to calm down, hoping that this will allow your senses to come in. You will them to help you right now; to lead you in the right direction.
You don’t allow yourself to think too long about the fact that you sensed this. That you sensed Miguel was in trouble. You ignore it. That will be something to ponder about later, or maybe not, considering you’ll come up with no reasonable explanation. You hope no one questions how you knew either.
You look around the city as rain continues to pour down on you. Since you arrived, the rain has picked up and all you can think about is Miguel on some rooftop, hurt and glitching under the cold rain.
“Where are you, Miguel?” you whisper, as you do a full turn.
Your gaze moves past it, but your eyes quickly return to it. The tallest building in the city is about ten buildings away from you. You stop and look up at it, rain falling on your masked face. Before you know it, you’re running across rooftops, leaping in the air to reach the building. You hear Hobie and Jess scream at you, asking where you’re going, and you reluctantly answer through your gizmo.
“I’m just going to check something,” you reply, as you throw web at the building now, aiding you in reaching the building faster. You feel a strange sensation spread through your chest as you stick to the building and begin to run upwards. You hope you’re right and yet again you wonder what it’ll mean if you are, but you don’t spend too much time thinking about this. All you care about at the end of the day is that Miguel is found and well. You continue to run, lifting yourself up with your web. You use a combination of running and lifting to reach the top of the building, meanwhile you can sense other members far behind joining you.
And why wouldn’t they when they see the speed and determination in your movements. To everyone paying attention, you’re climbing the tallest building in the city as if you know that your distant and serious commander is on that rooftop.
And he is.
You see his slumped figured over a wall and rush with a speed that almost makes it seem like you teleported to him. You are kneeled at his right side almost instantly, eyes scanning his bare face.
You quickly lift your gizmo and inform the others.
“Miguel has been found. He’s on the tallest building’s rooftop,” you say, sounding ragged not only because of the climb but also because of relief that you’ve found him. You notice his chest moving. Breathing. “He’s breathing!” you add, informing your colleagues.
You notice raindrops running down his face and without a second thought, you remove your mask and lay it over his head as an attempt to shield his face. Your worry for Miguel is so strong that you don’t even notice the coldness of the rain on your face or the fact that your hair is getting damp.
You move closer to him now. “Miguel,” you say and tentatively grab his right shoulder. “Miguel, can you hear me?” you ask loudly, hoping he’ll hear you over the pouring rain.
You take in the sight of Miguel, anguish spreading through your body as you try to get a sense of his injuries. His brown hair is wet from the rain, making it stick to his forehead. His face looks like it has lost some color, which worries you instantly, but you try not to think negatively. Miguel is a strong man, and you know his spider abilities allow him to withhold many injuries. The only thing bothering you is that you don’t know the extent of the injuries he may have. For all you know, they could be serious, which is why you’re careful when you look down at his body, trying to find any sign of injury, but his suit looks intact.
“Miguel,” you say again and this time you cup the right side of his face in your hand, immediately feeling the coldness of his skin even through your suit. Shame rushes through you as you hold his face, feeling like you’re disrespecting him and his boundaries regarding physical touch, but you push past it and call his name again.
And this time, Miguel shifts slightly. His eyes flutter open slowly before they move to you.
“You are here” he mumbles, with his maroon eyes meeting yours.
“Miguel! Yes, we’re here. Don’t worry, we’re taking you back home, okay?” you say softly, reassuring him. “Where are you hurt?” you ask him just as other members finally reach the rooftop.
“I have glass shards in my torso,” he says, closing his eyes. “And a few deep cuts. My gizmo is not working,” he adds softly with eyes still closed, feeling your suited hand cupping his face gently.
You nod though he cannot see you and look down at his gizmo since he mentioned it, noticing for the first time the broken device. You’ve never seen or heard of anyone’s breaking, not even during a gruesome fight since Miguel and Lyla spent a lot of time making sure they were durable in these kinds of scenarios. You wonder how it was possible that it managed to get broken. You shove your thoughts away and remove your hand from Miguel’s face. You quickly remove your gizmo and gently take Miguel’s right arm in your free hand as you’re suddenly surrounded by your colleagues. You slide your gizmo into his free wrist, ensuring that he won’t glitch any more in the meantime before he’s back to Nueva York, so he won’t be in additional pain. You let go of his arm and turn slightly to see who’s made it already.
Miguel opens his eyes when he feels the gizmo around his wrist. He looks at your hands, your wrist now empty. He wants to tell you to take it back or you’ll glitch soon, but Jess begins to talk, giving orders to your colleagues as the second in command, preventing him from warning you.
“We need to get him to HQ immediately,” she says stepping closer. “We’ll need to carry him carefully as we don’t know the extent of the injuries,” she adds looking down at Miguel and you, who remains kneeled at his side. She looks around and calls out some of your colleagues’ names, including yours, to help carry Miguel to HQ.
You and the others immediately get on it. You turn to Miguel and give him an apologetic look though his eyes are closed again before you take his arm. You put all your strength along with Ben Reilly to help Miguel up, but you end up getting replaced by Peter once it becomes apparent that your height difference is an issue. Still, you stand by closely making sure that they don’t hurt him in the process. Someone opens a portal just as Jess gives the order to the other members to search for the anomalies.
You watch as Ben and Peter hold Miguel, walking carefully into the portal. Jess motions for you to go, following closely behind you.
“The infirmary staff is ready to treat him. They should be waiting for us,” Jess says as you step foot back in HQ.
You briefly look around at the infirmary sector before your eyes return to Miguel. Sure enough, infirmary staff approach the three men and before you know it, Miguel is on a stretcher being led away down a long hallway.
A doctor, who you hadn’t noticed before, approaches you and everyone else. You watch as the staff take Miguel away until they enter a room and disappear while Jess and the doctor talk.
“With Miguel hurt, I’ll be handling things until he recovers. That means I’ll have to be away, but you can direct yourself to -” Jess says pausing, looking around before her eyes land on you. “You can direct yourself to her. Y/N,” you hear Jess.
You turn at the mention of your name. You find her, the doctor and Peter looking at you.
“As the second in command, I’ll be taking over for now. Peter, you’ll be my second in command in the meantime. And you,” Jess says nodding at you. “You’ll be my third in command. I need you to stay here and keep us updated on Miguel’s status. You’re also to make sure that his privacy is respected,” she says with a frown. “I doubt anyone will try anything, but I rather be safe than sorry. Make sure no one tries to go in for any reason. If he wants visitors once he’s awake, it’ll be up to him.”
You nod.
“Of course, I’ll keep you updated and make sure no one intrudes on his priva-” you start but stop when you glitch. You cry out as you experience glitching for the first time and nearly lose your balance, but Peter catches you before you fall.
“You’re glitching – where is your gizmo?” Peter asks confused as he holds you, keeping you steady.
You huff in pain and look up as the feeling starts fading away. You meet Peter and Jess’s eyes.
“I gave it to Miguel to prevent him from glitching again in the time it took us to transport him,” you finally say softly, still feeling a little out of breath. You can’t help but think how awful it feels to glitch even in good health, making you wonder what it must have felt like for Miguel while being injured. You sigh softly. “I’ll keep you guys updated. And I’ll make sure Miguel is undisturbed,” you add.
Jess and Peter look at you before the two of them nod.
“I’ll have someone send you a gizmo in a while. For now, put this on to prevent more glitching,” Jess says pulling out a day pass from her pocket. She hands it to you, and you slide it on immediately, thanking her. “Peter and I will be in Miguel’s lab. Margo and Lyla are still trying to fix the system. We need to get it fixed before we find ourselves with multiple anomalies running loose, so we’ll be taking care of that. As I said, someone will deliver a gizmo so you can keep us updated, alright?”
You nod and Jess nods back at you. She stares at you for a few seconds as if she wants to say more but she looks over at Peter, who meets her eyes before he turns to you. He gives you a reassuring smile.
“We’ll get through this. Everything will be alright. Right, Jess?” he says, turning his attention back to Jess as he lets go of you at last, sensing you’re more stable now after glitching.
“Right,” Jess says before she nods at you and gives her thanks to the doctor, who hurries off. Jess, too, departs, heading to the elevator with Ben following behind.
Your gaze moves to the doctor as she walks down the hallway. Your eyes follow her even when you feel Peter’s hand on your shoulder.
“He’ll be okay. Miguel is a strong guy,” he says softly in a reassuring tone, also watching the doctor for a few seconds. He sighs and squeezes your shoulder gently before he departs, following Jess and Ben to the elevator.
You stand alone in the infirmary’s quiet lobby now. You look around to distract yourself. Thankfully you’ve never needed to be here, so you’re not familiar with this floor. You find yourself walking to the windows. It’s still dark out, so you can see the lights on from other buildings and cars in the distance despite the blurriness due to the soft rain. You stare out of the windows for some time, your mind taken up by Miguel and his health.
It's not until you feel a tap on the shoulder that you turn away from the windows. You find Ben Reilly, who offers you a small smile before he hands you a gizmo and a tablet.
“Jess sends this. The gizmo for obvious reasons and the tablet to keep you occupied while you wait,” he says, still giving you a smile.
You take both devices and nod at him, giving him a small smile. “Thank you, Ben. I appreciate it,” you say as you slide on the new gizmo.
Ben nods, staring at you. You hold on to the tablet, looking down at it before Ben breaks the silence. “Pretty crazy, right?”
You look up just as he pushes his hair to the side a bit, and nod before turning to face the windows again. “Yes.”
The two of you stare out the window for a few seconds in silence, watching the rain.
“Miguel will be alright, I think. He’s a buff dude,” Ben says, trying to reassure you. You smile sadly and nod.
You hear Ben pop his fingers next to you. “I must head back now. Jess and Peter needs everyone on board to find those anomalies so – I’ll see you around.”
You turn to face him and thank him again. “Thank you. Please tell Jess and Peter that if they need me to do anything else, to let me know.”
Ben nods as he stands in front of you, giving you another small smile. “Consider it done. By the way, the way you leaped up that building was – very impressive and I mean that in a good way,” he adds.
You nod again, feeling somewhat lighter with Ben’s comment as you’ve learned over the last months that he’s really into dramatic poses and such and you have a feeling he’s trying to lighten up the mood despite the situation. “Thank you, Ben. I appreciate the compliment.”
Ben nods one more time before he starts departing but turns around again, remembering something.
“Oh, I almost forgot. Your mask,” he says walking back to you and pulling your mask from under his hoodie and handing it to you. “It fell when we carried Miguel back here.”
You take it from his hand. You completely forgot about it once you put it over Miguel’s head. You thank him again for his help before he departs, leaving you alone again. You slide the mask into one of your suit’s hidden pockets and hold on to the tablet but don’t boot it up. Instead, you turn your attention back to the windows. You wait patiently there, hoping that someone will come and give you an update, but no one comes. Your mind goes back to what happened tonight and you try to think of an explanation but eventually drop it. You don’t know what happened tonight. You don’t know what led you to sense Miguel’s situation but you’re glad he’s safe now, in his universe and that’s all that matters.
It’s not until almost two hours later that you hear footsteps. You turn around immediately, for once departing from your spot by the windows. Your eyes find the doctor from earlier as she heads your way. She gives you a nod of acknowledgment as she reaches you.
“Mr. O’Hara is stable now. He had multiple glass shards on his torso, many of which were small, so we needed to ensure we didn’t miss any of them to prevent an infection. He also has two large cuts on the left side of his torso and a stab wound in the middle of his abdomen. It was pretty deep, and it will take a few days to fully heal. We know he glitched a few times and it took some toll on his body, so that’s why it’ll make his injuries heal slower, but he’ll recover successfully,” the doctor informs you with a kind voice. “Would you like to see him? He’s still passed out due to the meds, but you can stay in the room with him now.”
You nod immediately. “Yes, please. And thank you for the update. I’ll let the others know right away,” you say, as the two of you walk down the hallway.
You can’t help but feel your heart pound in your chest as you approach the room. The doctor opens the door for you, letting you in.
“Let us know if you need anything,” she says before she closes the door softly, giving you privacy.
The hospital room’s lights are off except for two lamps to the left side of the room and a light behind the hospital bed, where you find Miguel. You carefully walk closer to the bed, your eyes scanning his face under the soft lighting. As you step closer and stand by his side at last, your eyes continue to observe his face. Miguel’s face is relaxed, and you can’t help but think how boyish he looks while sleeping. It’s as if all the worries and threats to the multiverse are nonexistent at this moment.
You notice his hair is dry now, but it’s still pressed to his forehead, giving him a messy look, which just adds to the boyish look. You fight the urge to fix it and instead pull a chair closer to the bed before you take a seat. You remember you need to update everyone, so you send a quick message to Jess, notifying her that Miguel is stable and what the doctor said about his injuries. It takes a few seconds before she replies that she’s relieved to hear the news. She also asks you to let her know when Miguel wakes up.
You sit on your chair near Miguel, listening to his even and slow breathing. You watch his chest gently rise and fall before your eyes trace his face. His face still needs to regain its natural color but he’s alive and he’ll recover. All is well now. For the first time since you woke up, you exhale deeply; releasing pent up emotions now that your very own eyes can confirm that Miguel is safe. Before you know it, you feel tears pooling in your eyes as you stare at Miguel’s sleeping face.
You rest an arm on the chair’s armchair and rest your chin on your hand as you feel the tears run down your face softly. Your lips quiver as you hold a soft sob in the quiet hospital room, unable to stop yourself from crying.
Tonight is the first time in four years that you’ve felt anything remotely close to what you felt the day you lost Peter. The dread that grew with each second as you headed to find him. The tightening of your chest that made it difficult to breathe as you swung from building to building. The feeling that you were going to be too late. Again.
Of course, you know it’s different. Peter had a small window of time that to this day you believe you missed. You felt lucky enough that you were able to say goodbye to him. Meanwhile, Miguel could’ve probably hung on for a little longer due to his powers and yet, you still felt those same emotions while you searched for him. You continue to cry quietly, letting the tears run freely down your face as you watch over him.
You’re unable to stop yourself from thinking the worst. Sure, you are superheroes but that doesn’t mean you are invisible to danger or death. As your eyes remain on Miguel’s sleeping face, your chest feels heavy at the brief thought of something worse happening to him, making your eyes tear up more. You cry quietly, covering your mouth until you calm down.
You sniffle once your tears slow down and blame it on your lack of sleep and the adrenaline completely leaving your body now. You dry your face and breathe in before exhaling softly. The last thing you want is for someone to see you like this. You check your gizmo, reading the time. It’s past 5:30 A.M. and when you look towards the windows from your spot, you see the first signs of daylight.
Miguel made it to another day.
You turn back to Miguel. He’s still sleeping with his head resting against soft pillows. The sight of Miguel in a hospital gown feels so wrong. It’s still strange to see him in anything other than his suit as you’ve only ever seen him in normal clothes three times: Christmas Eve, Christmas, and New Years Eve. As you watch over him, your eyes land on his arms. It seems that the grey hospital gown is a bit tight as the sleeves hug his large biceps but despite that, he looks relaxed with his arms at his sides, hands curled softly.
You observe his sleeping figure, eyes tracing his arms down to his large hands. Your eyes then flicker to his bare neck and part of his collarbone where you spot a small piece of gauze taped to his skin with medical tape. You wonder just how many of those he has on his torso on top of the large wounds. You sigh deeply as you continue to watch over Miguel, wishing that this hadn’t happened.
You feel a shiver run through your body, feeling slightly cold when the AC turns on. You look at the end of the bed and find a folded blanket. You get up and grab it, laying it over Miguel’s body gently. You bring it up to his neck, making sure to cover his arms which you imagine might get cold. You stand over him, staring at him for a few seconds before you walk to the windows to stretch your legs.
You cross your arms across your chest. It’s still raining, and the sky is beginning to brighten though it remains grey and cloudy because of the weather. You spot more traffic now, too. The city is slowly waking up as you stare out for a few minutes. You turn back around and lean on the windows as you take a quick glance around the room for the first time. The appearance of the room was the last thing on your mind when you first came in and even now you just briefly scan the room. You notice it’s very spacious with a sitting area for visitors to the right of the room when you enter. Across from it, on the other side of the door, there’s a room, which you suspect is the bathroom. You turn to your right now, noticing a screen displayed on the wall, facing Miguel. A TV, you realize before your eyes return to Miguel.
Your eyes flicker to the sitting area for visitors for a moment, making you think of his family. He has none left, like you. You sigh softly, remembering thoughts you used to have before joining the Spider Society. There were many times when you went out on patrols and sat on rooftops, observing the streets below when your mind took you to a depressing place after Peter’s death.
You wondered many times what would happen the day you die. You have no family and you cut ties with friends from your universe. You quit your job, so you didn’t even have colleagues. No one would go look for you if something happened to you. No one would claim you as family.
It was scary and depressing to think of this and so you pushed it away and hoped each time that one day you’d have someone – anyone – in your life. Someone who could say something about you. You hoped that it wouldn’t be so lonely then, at least not the way it felt when you arrived home with cuts and bruises that you had to tend to by yourself after Peter’s death. No longer did you fall into Peter’s arms, who held you for a few seconds before he sat you down to clean and tend to your wounds, comforting you with his gentle voice and touch.
As you stare at Miguel and think about this and the fact that Miguel has no family either, you’re glad that Jess assigned you to do this, though you realize you would’ve requested to do it regardless. The idea of anyone waking up alone in a hospital room depresses you and that feeling only intensifies as you think of Miguel, the man that longed for a family so much he inserted himself in another universe to fulfill that dream when he had a chance.
Only to lose it.
You shake your head softly, still staring at him. You’ve never wished this much for someone to be happy like you’ve done towards Miguel. You hope one day he can move forward. That one day, life will treat this man better. This man that deserves so much more but who has lost so much.
“Gabi,” Miguel mutters softly.
You straighten up and walk over to him, standing by his side. Miguel is still sleeping but his brows are furrowed as he mutters Gabriella’s name again. You stand there, not knowing what to do. Your hands wish to reach for his to comfort him, but you’re still set on respecting his wish of no physical touch, so you settle with placing them near his hand instead.
“Gabi.”
Your eyebrows lower and knit together in sadness as you hear Miguel call for Gabriella again.
“Miguel,” you say softly, not sure it’ll even help. “It’s okay,” you whisper.
“Gabi,” Miguel mutters, moving his head slightly against the pillows.
You watch his face as a heavy feeling overwhelms your chest, wishing you could do more. Miguel grows restless, moving his head more. You notice that his hands also begin to move under the blanket you covered him in. It takes you a few seconds to see that the blanket seems stuck to his hands. You pull the blanket off him gently from your side to see his hand, finding his extended talons stuck to the fabric. You have no other choice but to pull the blanket off him gently, successfully freeing his talons. You look down at them for a second, seeing them for the first time outside of the suit before you return your gaze to Miguel’s face.
“Miguel,” you say. “It’s okay… It’s okay.”
Miguel continues to move restlessly, and you fear that he’ll hurt himself in the process, so you do the one thing you think of. You take his hand softly in your own and squeeze gently, whispering softly that everything is alright. You feel his hand move slightly in yours, causing you to feel one of his talons against your hand. You feel some pain even through your suit, but you push past it and continue to hold his hand, talking to him even though you’re sure he can’t hear you.
You watch helplessly as tears gently begin to roll down Miguel’s face as he continues to call for Gabi.
“Mija.”
You hold his hand in yours as he cries in his sleep, occasionally feeling his talons dig into your skin softly. You softly whisper reassuring words, hoping it will cease his crying as the sight devastates you to your core, but he grows restless, and the heart monitor begins to warn about his heart. You look up, noticing his heart rate is increasing rapidly. You rush to the door and yell for the doctor, full of worry.
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Miguel stands in front of his penthouse’s windows, looking out. The sky is a light blue, and the sun is shining brightly, illuminating the entire place. His eyes take in the sight of distant skyscrapers below soft clouds in the sky. Cars fly in the distance. The city is busy as always. He stands there for what feels like minutes watching in silence before it’s broken.
“Hermano.”
Miguel turns around instantly at the sound of his brother’s voice. He finds him standing a few feet away from him.
“Gabrielito?” Miguel says softly, feeling shocked to see him after so long.
Gabriel gives him that smile. That cheeky smile that got him in trouble too many times.
“It’s been a long time, hermano,” Gabriel says before making his way to Miguel, who finds himself meeting Gabriel halfway.
The O’Hara brothers embrace each other in the older brother’s living room. Miguel holds his much smaller brother tightly, not quite believing that this is happening. Gabriel is here.
“It’s been a long time,” Miguel agrees, still hugging his younger brother.
The O’Hara brothers pull back and Miguel can’t help but smile at his younger brother as he takes in the sight of Gabriel’s face. He doesn’t seem older despite the years.
“Miguel – it’s so good to see you again, hermano,” Gabriel says laying a hand on Miguel’s bicep. “Look at you. You look well! Though, do I spot a grey hair from here?” Gabriel teases, making Miguel frown.
“Very funny, Gabriel.”
“You know I’m just playing but if you keep going like this, you’ll start seeing them,” Gabriel warns.
“If I keep going like this?” Miguel asks, his frown deepening.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Working all day and night. No sleep except for once a week or those random naps you take, which don’t help by the way. Your eating habits. It’s too much on your body, despite being a superhero.”
Miguel doesn’t respond. Gabriel’s face softens.
“Hermano, you can’t keep going like this. It’s painful to watch, you know. You deserve so much more from life, Mig.”
Miguel looks away. “Gabriel – you don’t know the things I’ve done.”
“I do know… and I’m not here to judge you. I could never but I’m worried about you. I’ve been for a long time. Miguel – you have so much life ahead of you. It’s painful to watch you do this to yourself. You deserve to be happy and not waste your life away working day and night because you think that’s all your life is meant for. It’s not. And I’m not the only one who agrees, by the way.”
Miguel turns his face back to Gabriel, raising an eyebrow with curiosity as his younger brother’s words sink in.
“There’s someone that wants to see you,” Gabriel says softly with a gentle smile before he nods behind Miguel.
Miguel turns around, not knowing what to expect but there they are. He finds his wife, who smiles brightly at him and Gabriella, in the arms of his variant, Gabriella’s biological father, standing there. Miguel freezes, feeling a rush of mixed emotions at the sight but it all fades away when Gabriella jumps out of the arms of her biological father and runs to him.
“Daddy! Daddy!”
Miguel feels his heart burst with happiness at the sight of her running to greet him. He drops to his knees and opens his arms wide just as Gabriella runs into him. He instantly wraps his arms around her, unable to believe that he’s holding her again. Gabriella wraps her arms around his neck, happy to see him.
“Mija,” Miguel mumbles as tears pool around his eyes, spilling almost immediately down his face as he holds Gabi close.
“Daddy, it’s okay. Please don’t cry. I’m okay,” Gabi says softly, trying to calm Miguel down but he’s unable to stop the tears and the gentle shaking of his chest as he holds his daughter once again.
“Mija,” he repeats, closing his eyes as he embraces his daughter.
“It’s okay, daddy. Please don’t cry. I hate to see you cry,” Gabi tells him, wrapping her arms tighter around his neck. “I hate seeing you unhappy. You should be happy. You deserve it.”
Miguel shakes his head softly. “Mija… you don’t understand.”
But Gabi pulls back gently, meeting her father’s eyes. “I do. I know everything – and it’s okay. You don’t need to be sorry,” she says gently, sounding much older than she looks.
Miguel’s teary eyes meet his daughter’s as the truth sinks in. Gabi knows. Miguel looks up at his variant, who stands nearby. Miguel clears his throat, feeling shame and guilt as he meets the other Miguel’s eyes. He returns his gaze to Gabi and gives her a hug before he stands up, holding her in his arms. He approaches the other Miguel, looming over him. He gives a quick glance to his wife, who nods at him, as if she knows that he needs to have this discussion first before talking to her.
Miguel looks down at his variant and gives him an apologetic look.
“Miguel – I’m so sorry for – everything,” Miguel begins softly. “I’m sorry for what I did.”
Miguel expects his variant to respond negatively. To tell him off about pretending to be the father of his daughter. For trying to live his life. For not telling the truth to Gabi. For everything else he did that he cannot bear to think about now, but his variant surprises him with a sad smile.
“I know why you did it. I understand it. And I’m not mad…” Miguel’s variant starts, meeting his eyes. “You did something for me that I’ll never be able to repay.”
Miguel furrows his eyebrows in confusion, not expecting this reaction from his variant. He feels Gabi hug him as his variant continues.
“Had you not done what you did – Gabi’s life would’ve been very different those months you spent with her. You know very well what would’ve happened,” his variant continues, alluding to the fact that Gabi turned into an orphan and would’ve been placed in an orphanage had Miguel not stepped in. “For that – I thank you deeply. And of course, for being her father,” he finishes softly, acknowledging that Miguel is Gabi’s father as well.
Miguel nods slowly, feeling tears again but Gabi swipes them away.
“It’s okay, daddy. You don’t need to cry anymore, right, papá?” Gabi asks, turning to face her biological father, who nods. “We’re all okay here.”
Miguel nods at Gabi, holding her in his arms before he turns to his variant. “Thank you,” he whispers and his variant nods, giving him that same sad smile.
Miguel continues to hold Gabi, feeling like a weight has been taken off his shoulders. For so long he has carried shame and guilt over what he did but his variant and Gabi were forgiving of his actions. “Thank you,” Miguel whispers again, as Gabi holds him tighter, reminding Miguel how it felt to hold his child. Soft tears run down his face even when he turns to his wife who has been watching, waiting.
“I..,” Miguel trails off, not knowing how to continue for he has thought about her and their relationship a lot in the last few months.
He feels a different kind of shame washing over him. The more time passed, the more Miguel realized how differently he wished things had been. He had fallen in love too fast, wanting to fulfill his dream of having a family and he felt like he dragged her into it. He felt like he rushed her into marriage, but his wife meets his eyes with tenderness and nods.
“Miguel…” she says with a sigh. “We both made that decision. You didn’t rush me into anything I didn’t want to, but we did rush into it, didn’t we?” she asks softly with a small smile, taking his hand in hers. “We both wanted a family so badly and perhaps – perhaps we both sensed it would end soon and that’s why we held on to it so badly.”
She holds his hand and squeezes it gently, reassuringly, as she steps closer.
“I love you. And I know you love me, too… but our love was different, wasn’t it?” she asks softly. “Perhaps we could’ve really fallen in love if we had the time…” she continues. “But we didn’t and that’s okay, Miguel. I don’t hold that against you. We both wanted it badly and made the decision, so please stop carrying this guilt, okay? Miguel, por favor, live your life. For our sake,” she says softly, pausing. “Don’t you think it hurts us to see you like this?” she asks, looking at the others. “It’s painful to watch you do this to yourself. You’re so full of life, wasting it all living like this when there’s so many people out there to meet and befriend… to love. You have amazing people by you, don’t be afraid to show them the wonderful man you are.”
Miguel nods softly though the idea alone seems strange. He feels Gabi shift in his arms slightly, looking behind him.
“I just – I don’t know how to do this again. Losing you, all of you, has been too much,” he admits.
“But you haven’t lost us, hermano,” Gabriel says coming from behind, giving him a side hug. Miguel turns to look down at his younger brother again. “We’re always with you. Even if you don’t believe it or sense us, we’re always there. In every mission. In every universe. Every day and sleepless night.”
“You’re just too busy sometimes to sense us, daddy but we watch over you,” Gabi adds with her toothy smile. “We’re with you always. We visit you all the time, which reminds me - I loved my pancakes and the toys you gave me. Papá and I played a match with the new soccer ball you left for me on Dia de los Muertos. Thank you for leaving my favorite candy, too.”
Miguel cries softly and holds Gabi tighter in his arms. “You…” he attempts but is unable to finish his thought about them visiting him that night.
“We’re always with you,” his wife confirms with a smile meeting his eyes but she, too, looks behind him for a second.
He feels Gabi shift again, looking behind him. “She’s calling you,” she says softly.
Miguel dries his face with the sleeves of his shirt. “Who?” he asks, confused.
“You know who,” Gabriel says with a small smile. “You know exactly who. Miguel – you have a long life ahead of you. Make it count,” he whispers. “Leave a legacy that’s far greater than your leadership. Far greater than your duty and work. Live life, hermano. I know it’s not easy and we don’t expect you to move forward overnight but try. Try for us in the beginning until you find it in you to do it for yourself. Just try,” Gabriel says softly.
Miguel nods with tears. “I’ll try, Gabrielito. I’ll try.”
Gabriel smiles. “It’s been great seeing you, Miguelito.”
“Don’t call me that,” Miguel says but he says it with a smile.
“For old time’s sake, hermano,”Gabriel says and wipes his own tears away. “It’s been really great seeing you, but you must return now.”
“Return?” Miguel asks confused, still holding Gabi in his arms.
“You’ve been away too long, daddy. You must go back now. It’ll be alright,” Gabi says with a smile.
Everyone turns to look behind Miguel. He doesn’t know what they keep looking at.
“I don’t want to leave…” Miguel says softly, holding Gabi closer.
“Miguel – you must. It’s not time yet. And she’s calling you,” his wife says.
“Who’s calling me?” he asks.
His wife smiles and shakes her head. “One of the brightest people I’ve ever met, and you don’t see it, do you?”
Miguel stares at his wife before he meets the other two adults’ gazes. He realizes it. He must go. He nods slowly and holds Gabi for a minute longer, closing his eyes. Gabi hugs him tighter.
“There’s nothing to forgive but I know you need to hear it, so I’ll say it. I forgive you… You’ll always be my dad, no matter what,” she whispers, filling Miguel’s chest with ache and love all at once.
“Mija… Thank you,” Miguel breathes out gently.
He puts Gabi down, smiling down at her. He doesn’t understand it. She looks the same age she was when she passed away, but she sounds so much wiser. Like she knows more than he does. He pats her head softly before he meets his variant’s gaze.
“Thank you again…”
His variant nods, giving him a gentle smile.
Miguel’s eyes turn to his wife, who’s already looking at him. She nods softly.
“We’ll see you when it’s your time,” she says before she takes his hand again, giving it a soft squeeze before releasing it.
Finally, Miguel turns to Gabriel.
“It’ll be alright, hermano. We’ll see you when it’s time. And don’t forget we’re always with you,” he says as Gabi leans on him. Miguel watches his brother pick up Gabriella, holding her in his arms. “It’s time.”
Miguel nods before he gives his brother and Gabriella a hug, wrapping his long arms around them. He pulls his wife into it, too. He ends up offering his hand to his variant, inviting him into the hug. At the end of the day, they were linked. Forever.
His variant accepts his hand and gives him a nod, joining the moment.
They pull apart a few seconds later, giving Miguel space. He stares at them as they stand side by side, his brother still holding Gabi. They smile at him and give him reassuring nods. Miguel nods just as his variant walks closer to him, separating from the group as if to talk with him in private.
“Before you go… I want to tell you that I forgive you. I forgave you a long time ago, really. I thank you for being a father to Gabi, for treating her the way I would’ve and know that in her eyes and mine, you are a father to her. I also want to tell you… that you have a chance, Miguel. Take it,” his variant says softly. “Our lives have never been easy, and you know that, but one thing I learned when I was alive was that sometimes all you need is a small purpose to keep you going,” his variant says briefly looking back at Gabi. “And I don’t mean work, for we both know what that does to us. Find the true purpose. Keep going. Live life. Accept those that wish to be near you,” he says, laying a hand on Miguel’s shoulder. “You’re worthy of it, don’t forget that.”
Miguel nods. “Thank you, Miguel.”
His variant nods, giving him a smile before he returns to the group. Miguel watches them for a few seconds.
“Go on, daddy! You must return now,” Gabi says looking behind him.
“She’s still calling you,” Gabriel adds but Miguel still doesn’t know who is calling him.
Miguel turns around. He’s no longer met with the view of his large windows facing the city, instead all he sees is a warm light. He turns back around.
“I’ll see you again, right?” he asks, quietly.
His family nods.
“Of course, and we’ll be ready for that day when it comes, hermano but that day is not today. For now, just now we’re always with you,” Gabriel says. “And I don’t mean to rush you, but you should really get back now.”
Miguel nods once again and before he leaves, he walks the short distance and gives everyone a last hug, squeezing Gabi and Gabriel tighter. He returns to his spot and nods. It’s time. He waves goodbye before he turns around to face the light. He walks into it, seeing nothing but light and when he looks behind his shoulder, he sees his family wave goodbye one last time. Miguel’s heart aches as he walks away but there’s also a lightness that he hasn’t felt in a long time.
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“It’s okay, Miguel,” you shakily whisper as Miguel mumbles something in his sleep.
You watch him with your tear-stained face after what happened. The last thirty minutes were overwhelming to say the least. You try to forget it for now but you’re unable to put away the worry and stress of what you witnessed. As Miguel mumbles in his sleep again, you release a shaky breath.
Miguel’s heartbeat gave up for a few minutes and all you could do was watch and call his name helplessly as the medical professionals resuscitated him. You stand by his side now, thankful but still on edge as Miguel moves his head slightly.
“It’s alright. Everything is alright,” you whisper as he moves.
You notice his eyebrows furrowing as he mumbles yet something else, but his words are incoherent. You watch as his eyes move under his eyelids before they begin to flutter as if he’s waking up. You hold your breath, as it slowly becomes apparent his eyes are opening. Miguel looks around the hospital room slowly as if trying to figure out where he’s at before they fall on you.
“Y/N…” he whispers softly.
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*Translation for italicized Spanish words:*
Mierda - shit
Mija - my daughter
Hermano - brother
Papá - dad
Por favor - please
Dia de los Muertos - Day of the Death
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Thank you for reading! I hope you guys enjoyed this part despite the angst. The next part will contain more fluff, promise 🥹 can we just talk about reader giving Miguel her gizmo??? 😭 I don't know why but that made me so sad and that probably sounds stupid since I wrote it but anyway... I still love Miguel ❤️
-Alondra
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Explosive Tendencies a slow burn fan fiction about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.
Chapter twelve: You make a plan to rescue Katsuki.
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You lay in bed feeling numb. Nothing was more excruciating than just waiting around for news of the pros locating Katsuki. The villains had successfully kidnapped him and injured plenty of others.
You rustled around in bed unsuccessfully trying to get comfortable when your phone lit up with a message from Eijiro.
Meet me at the hospital. I have something I want to talk to the class about.
You left right away glad for a distraction to pull you out of your relentless rumination. You couldn't help but wonder if things would have been different if you tried harder to convince Eijiro that day to escape the classroom with you and help Katsuki.
Eijiro had let you know to meet the rest of the class in Izuku's room in the hospital. When you arrived almost the whole class was there.
Eijiro had begun to tell the class about the conversation he and Shoto heard Momo have with All Might. She had placed a tracker on one of the villains. Eijiro's idea was for Momo to make another tracking device so the class could follow it to find the villains and Katsuki.
The class erupted with conflicting opinions. Tenya instantly shot down Eijiro's idea, scolding him for even thinking about it.
"This is a matter for the pros! This is not a situation for students like us to be meddling!" Tenya yelled to Eijiro.
"Damn it man I know that already! But still hearing that our friend was being targeted and I couldn't do anything! I didn't do anything!" Eijiro yelled the frustration clear on his face.
You hadn't realized he was regretting not going after Katsuki just as much as you were.
Arguing ensued until the class was kicked out into the hallway so the doctor could tend to Izuku. You stood in the hall as your classmates continued to argue about the plan. You couldn't help but feel this plan was what you had been waiting for. It felt like a sliver of hope in the uselessness you had been feeling since the trip.
You felt your anger begin to rise any time a classmate gave another excuse about why you shouldn't go. You couldn't help but wonder if someone else had been kidnapped would the conversation have been different? Would everyone agree and rush to the rescue if it had been another classmate?
Everyone but Eijiro had made it clear they held disdain for Katsuki's temperament. It felt like it was you and Eijiro arguing your side against the whole class.
"I don't know- think about it guys, is that really what Bakugo would want?" Ochaco asked.
You finally felt yourself snap, "How the fuck would you know what Bakugo wants? Why don't you all grow some balls and just say you don't care about him! If this was Deku instead would you really be saying that right now Uraraka?" You said stepping closer to Ochaco.
Your classmate's eyes widened with shock and confusion at your sudden intensity.
"This isn't a time to turn on each other," Todoroki said as Eijiro made a move to pull you back from Ochaco. "Those of us that want to go, meet outside the hospital later tonight, ok?" He spoke ending the argument between the class.
Your classmates began to disperse from one another making their way back home. You felt the tension in your body ease up at hearing Shoto was in agreement with searching for Katsuki.
The three of you stood outside the hospital.
"Let's get whatever we need for tonight and meet back up here in a few hours. Sound good?" Eijiro said.
"See you both back here later then," Shoto said and departed.
"Kirishima, did Yaoyorozu really say she was up for your plan?"
"Well not exactly, she said she would think about it... but if there's a chance we have to take it right !? I know you understand."
"Of course, without a second thought. I can't rest at all thinking about what Bakugo might be going through right now," You replied.
"Yeah... I uh- I'm really sorry I talked you out of your plan trying to get us both past Vlad... maybe if we had-" Eijiro began to say.
"Don't. Don't think about it anymore, Kirishima. We're doing what we can now, that's what matters," You replied.
"Yeah! right!" He said, shaking his head a bit trying to stay focused.
"I'll see you back here soon ok? I don't care what those others have to say. If it ends up being just you and me then fine we'll do what we have to."
Eijiro nodded in agreement, "I uh- can't help but wonder about what you said back there. If it was someone else that had been captured instead of Bakugo... Would they still react the same? I suppose it doesn't matter, what I do know is you and I see him as a friend, so I agree! Even if it's just you and me we will go! See you then!" Eijiro waved and made his way off.
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Since everyone is talking about their cod ocs, I wanna join (this is so long, I'm so sorry)
So basically my little guy is autistic and trans (I'm projecting) and a huge mamas boy. His name is Everett (I just realized I NEVER gave him a last name😭) and his callsign is Rabbit and he's an Alaskan native (I'm pretty sure this is what they prefer to be called because they don't fuck with being called americans and shit? I'm not 100%)
His ma picked out Everett by force, she was like "?? I'm literally your mother, I'm picking your name" and he was so worried she'd pick something awful, turns out!
(side note, I love rabbits and use them for symbolism a lot. They represent rebirth, so I use them in trans related pieces. I did an art piece of myself pulling a rabbit out of a hat with a bunch of rebirth symbolism and shit, love the piece, may send it here to show it off)
But his callsign comes from being a rabbit hunter growing up and his ability to blend in, he specializes in undercover operations and stealth missions. (Some hares, like a snowshoe, change coats in the season to blend in from predators)
He's voluntarily mute most of the time and does not do expressions very well. Most of his childhood photos are him just 🧍♂️😶, gotta be reeaall close with him to have a convo with him
Because he's so quiet, he hears sooo much shit and does like weekly shit talking sessions with Ghost and Roach in their barracks. No body understands how he knows so much because fucking no one talks to him and turns out the rodents are stalking the base and listening in on conversations
Idc how overused masks are, they're so fun. He wears one at home (and at work) because he's got a huge family with lots of little kids, and he's scared of scaring them and doesn't want to "traumatize" his nieces and nephews with his scars on his face and body. Everett misses out on a LOT of family events even though he really wants to go and misses them so much because he's scared
He carries and makes a lot of rabbits feet charms because he firmly believes in their ability to bless you with good luck. He does the metal work himself and personalizes them and gives them off to people he truly cares about.
Everett believes it because his ma said so (duh) and because he narrowly missed a bullet that took a chunk of his ear inside of blowing his brains up while he carried one, so all his favorites get one to protect them.
Later in life, he wound up too close to a bomb and a piece of shrapnel went straight into his face and blinds him in one eye
He was so utterly devastated when he got medically discharged and was scared of totally losing his sight and never being able to communicate with Roach again
I'm a firm believer in polycule 141 so it just becomes scarier when Johnny starts losing his hearing from all the explosives and shit and so many of them experience wear and tear in this hand joints from working with guns
Gonna copy and paste my polycule 141 disability headcanons that I've talked about with my bf
"Ghost's got horrible horrible nightmares and sometimes will react in his sleep. Night terrors or physically reacting, but that one's very rare."
"Price definitely gets respiratory issues, half because of his cigars, and half from breathing shit in before he could get a mask on. Probably gets asthma the older he gets."
"Roach gets chronic migraines. They're basically debilitating, can't get out of bed for days and keeps all light out of his room. Takes meds for it that usually work."
"Most of them have joint issues. Half of them creak and groan like a fucking million year old house on its last leg."
"Gaz gets degenerative arthritis. I think he'd be in the force the longest and since he was the youngest to join SAS, he probably overworked himself beyond belief when he had joined. Wore him down fs"
With Johnny being hard of hearing:
"I don't if he'd be able to get hearing aids, his cochlea probably too damaged so that if he did get cochlear implants or something, they probably wouldn't do much but piss him off. Because sometimes if you get cochlears, they just make an annoying noise. So he'd just wind up pissy over it so he'd probably opt not to get them - (also the surgery is invasive and obviously doesn't work sometimes depending on person)
-141 would have to install flashing light systems through the house to alert Soap and half of em probably walk heavier to warn Soap so they don't scare him"
Since he grew up in Alaska, he was very used to it being day or night for weeks or months, sometimes finds it a little jarring when he sees the sun actually setting and the moon coming up or vise versa.
One time, after a really shit mission, he woke up in the hospital to see it was nighttime when he distinctly remembers it being day the last time he was awake. And it's like "OH SHIT HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN OUT FOR." nearly sends himself into a panic thinking he'd just woken up from a fucking coma.
Shit there's so much more I could say but this is already so long, I'm so sorry 😭😭😭 I was so hyper fixated on him for a good few months with my bf
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Wait the fact that she picked the name is kinda cute and that the reason behind it was bc she’s the mom here idk it’s nice when parents are properly involved in their kids life
Also I’ll forever love yalls background story for your call names bc they’re always so thought out and so interesting genuinely y’all are so creative 🥹
I love that he has shit talking sessions with ghost and roach bc I absolutely think they’d get along well soap info dumps sm gaz overshares and price uses Everett to complain so he knows sm and randomly shares the info😭
Does his mask look something akin to a rabbit or does it represent rabbits in any way? Also now I’m imagining him walking around on base all excited about handing out charms😭 oh my goodness imagine each charm having something that represents the members that wears it?
Oh man although it’s sad he went blind in one eye I can imagine he’d lock sick in a prosthetic eye!!
Also I like how the disability hc actually makes sense especially prices and soaps but especially prices bc I know that man has coughing fits and snores horribly and you can hear a certain rasps in his voice when he talks 😭
And I love them being a polycule and taking care of each other in this way 🥹 like I know this is what you do in healthy relationships but idk it’s sweet ? Like price giving gaz massages bc his wrists hurt a lot? 🥹
Also don’t apologize sugar it’s okay!! It was a really interesting read genuinely I wish I had the ability to create ocs but not just ocs-, but ocs that have so much depth and backstory it’s absolutely amazing that y’all have this ability!
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hi! can i request akito shinonome x reader where they get into an argument? maybe it takes them a few days to make up because akito is stubborn and reader is a bit shy and overthinks like "what if he doesnt want me anymore" or whatever. oneshot please..! thank you, and have a nice day!! dont write if you dont wanna :)
oneshot - post-argument tension w/ akito
i wish i never ever told you all about it, but i just had to let you know; never meant to hurt you, tho
notes: pjsk req woohoo 🤠 i'm not sure if you wanted them to make up after the whump so ,.,,.,. we ball lmao
tags: gender-neutral reader, you're friends with ena, an, and kohane
word count: 1,987
thirteen hours and twenty-six minutes.
that’s how long you’ve gone without hearing the familiar ding! of a message from akito. it’s almost half past nine now, you note, double-checking the small alarm clock on the side table by your bed. it's been more than half a day since you’ve talked to the redheaded idiot you call a boyfriend, and you can't help but be pissed (and worried sick, but you're too angry to think about that right now. he doesn't deserve my worry, you think).
it all started late yesterday, when he was supposed to come over to your place after his afternoon dance practice – the two of you had made plans to visit a cute new bakery opening on main street. needless to say, he completely ignored your texts and calls, replying hours later with a simple “sorry, i forgot. catch up with you later.” being human, you replied with a series of passive-aggressive texts, inevitably leading to an explosive argument. you sat on the couch for what felt like hours after, kicking around the stupid cow plushie he won you at a summer fair now on the ground. how hard is it to call ahead? or keep a stupid promise?
and so, here you are, listening to music in bed and staring emptily at the ceiling. a single thought floats around in your head: what the hell’s up with akito? he’s never been the type to be dry, not even on the numerous times when he's been frustrated out of his mind with schoolwork, or fed up with family politics and his dad. the night goes by slowly, and after far too much moping, you huff and sit up against the headboard. pausing your music, you open the messages app to (wishfully) check for a text from akito, only to be met with the same “hey aki, call me when you're free” you sent hours ago. sighing, you text the one person you think would know where he is: ena.
you - 10:32
hey ena !
is aki home? he won't reply to me
minutes later, a message bubble pops up.
enanan - 10:37
umm yeah
but he looked pretty tired when he came home an hour ago
you bite your nail, a force of habit; akito’s dance practice ends at 3:20 at the very latest. what on earth has he been doing for the past six hours?
you - 10:38
oh okay ;-;
ena - 10:38
did he say something to you?
i’ll kick his ass if he did something stupid
just say the word !!
you let out a small laugh, wrapping the covers tighter around yourself. count it on ena to keep him straight.
you - 10:39
nonono i was just overthinking !
poor guy’s probably exhausted :(
ena - 10:40
probably
get some rest though !! no man’s worth losing sleep over
you - 10:40
yeahhh i probably should
you too !!
ena - 10:41
eh i’ll try
night y/n :)
you - 10:41
nighttt
unfaithful to your words, you do not get some rest. instead, you spend far more time than you should mindlessly scrolling through anything and everything you can find on your phone to distract yourself from your thoughts, somehow ending up playing through a particularly spicy story on episode at two am. looking up from the dim screen, you sigh. ena’s right - no man’s worth losing sleep over. tapping furiously through the rest of the episode, you toss your phone under the pillow next to you and shut your eyes, trying to sleep.
although you managed to get a good six hours of sleep, you find your eyes shooting awake at 8:37 am. although it's the weekend, a sunday, you've become accustomed to waking up at the ass-crack of dawn to get ready. sitting up and stretching, you quietly pad down to the bathroom to fix yourself, being rid of last night's woes.
after a small breakfast of cereal and orange juice, you make a list of everything you plan to do today; an, a member of akito’s dance group and one of your closest friends, proposed you, ena, and kohane go out for lunch at one of the numerous cafes on main street. going outside definitely sounds better than sitting at home and sulking, so you set off to the cafe an send the address to at noon.
a little bell chimes as you open the door, instantly hit by the sweet aroma of various pastries on display. you see everything, from blueberry muffins to finely decorated cakes; your wallet feels lighter at the sight of them. making your way over to a table in the secluded corner where an waves at you, signature smile plastered on your face, you sit down on the booth. next to you sits ena, and across, an and kohane.
“hey, y/n, good to see you!” says ena, followed by a small wave from kohane.
“hello hello! i haven't seen you in a while, kohane, how’s everything going?” you ask, setting your bag down next to you.
“sorry,” she replies sheepishly, “we've been so busy with practice and school, i barely get the energy to catch up!”
“aw,” you frown, once again thinking about akito, “don't tire yourself out too much.”
“ah, it's only for a little bit! once we finish nail last routine, we’ll be done with practice and ready to perform!” an laughs; kohane only sighs.
“yeah, but it's so hard…toya and akito have been cooped up at the studio for ages, now. if it’s hard for them, imagine how hard it is for me!”
“hey, don't sell yourself short, kohane! i’ve seen the way you dance, you make it look so easy!” says ena, taking a sip of the her coffee. you nod in agreement.
“trust me, whatever you're doing is working! aki’s tried teaching me some moves – let's just say it didn't end well.” the four of you chatter away giddily until a waiter brings over a fancy rack of desserts to sample, courtesy of an. there are a humble few slices of cake, and far too many small treats you don't know the name of.
“wow, an, you sure have a keen eye for desserts!” says ena, happily finishing her coffee with a cat-shaped cookie.
“of course i do, i haven't been working at a cafe for nothing!”
“oh, you!”
a little while after you all finish, you say your goodbyes to an and kohane, leaving you an ena at scramble crossing.
“so…do you wanna walk around, or go back home? i have some time to kill.” she asks, the two of you crossing the road as the cars come to a halt.
“i’m fine with walking, i don't really have anything to do at home.” you shrug, checking your watch. it’s only 2:45 and the only thing waiting for you at home is a full washing machine, so you opt to wander around the city with ena.
somewhere around the local playground, the two of you have a heart-to-heart on the far-too-small swings.
“has everything been okay with you and akito?” she asks, leaning against the chain, “i feel like something’s up. you can talk to me about it if you want.” you sigh.
“well…kind of? i think he's been ignoring me and i’m really worried. i don't think i did anything to upset him, and he’s been really exhausted lately.”
“oh, yeah, he's been coming home later too. i don't blame him, really. i guess perfectionism is a family disease.”
“definitely,” you shake your head, “i'm not angry at him at all, but i feel…hurt.” she sits up alertly.
“why? did he say something?”
“no, no, that's the problem! he missed our date the other day, but he said sorry and we fought over text. i feel so bad, but i know i’m not being irrational, and he's ghosting me! we’ve fought before, but what if this is it?” ena mumbles under her breath, something about a “stupid kid”.
“you both really are perfect for each other, you know that?” you tilt your head in confusion.
“how so?”
“you're both so hard-headed,” she laughs, “and stupid, sometimes. although that's more him than you.”
“i guess so.”
“but seriously, let me talk to him at home. maybe then he’ll get the balls to apologize and it’ll all be okay again.”
“you don't need to get tangled up in this mess, ena, don't worry-”
“oh, shut up! no man is worth lowering your standards for, that applies to him, too! maybe it’ll do you both some good, too.”
“you're the best, really.” you say, squeezing her hand.
“oh, i know.” ena flounces; you laugh, getting off the swing and brushing the sand off your lap. the walk to your house is short, or so you assure ena, but she walks back with you anyways.
“don't worry about akito, okay? i’ll handle him.” she says, walking down the steps to your house. you nod, waving at her as she leaves. deep down, the two of you know that won't be happening – worrying about akito is a part of the package, so you’ve come to realize.
you decide to spend the rest of the day lazing around on the couch, snacking on popcorn as you binge chick flicks. as you subconsciously replay the events of the past two days in the back of your mind, the guilt settles in. you sit up, checking your phone for any messages and signs of life from akito, and flinching at the sudden brightness. looking around, the state of the living room is as pathetic as you feel. there are popcorn kernels where you tried (and failed) to throw them in the small trash can, pillows strewn all over the floor, blankets folded messily, each mess driving you crazier by the minute. pausing the movie, you sigh, getting up to clean whatever you see. although you still feel like garbage mentally, seeing the room decently clean makes you feel slightly better.
before you realize it, you're yawning and no longer paying attention to mean girls playing on the laptop in bed. sitting up and stretching, you set it on the nightstand, wrap yourself up in a blanket cocoon, and begin to fall asleep.
you're woken out of your peaceful slumber by the abrupt ring of the doorbell. rubbing your eyes, you pad to the front door, opening it to see none other than-
“aki? what are you doing here, it’s the middle of the night?” he’s drenched, clearly having walked here in the ongoing downpour behind him. how cliché. you let him in, helping him feel off his jacket and fetching him a towel.
“so, are we gonna talk about the elephant in the room?” you ask, sitting down next to him on the couch. he looks down at his feet.
“yeah, we probably should.”
“speak your peace, then, i’m listening.”
“well…i’m sorry i've been an ass,” akiro sighs, “everything’s been so overwhelming lately.”
“i’m sorry, too. i shouldn’t have been so passive-aggressive, it clearly only made things worse.” he shakes his head.
“no, i get it. i was in the wrong and i lashed out at you for no reason. i missed our date, too! i’ve been really shitty to you, you don't deserve any of that.”
“i understand why it happened, aki,” you say, giving him a small smile and grasping his hand in yours, “you can talk to me when things get rough, though, you know what.”
“i know, i know, and i'm sorry.”
“no use dwelling on the past now, i guess, yeah?”
akito nods, laying down on your lap; you play with his hair absentmindedly, listening to him mumble about his week. the weight on your chest is lifted just by the sight of him opening up to you again, and you feel much better.
“hey, aki, promise me something.”
“hm?”
“don't ghost me again, or i’ll kick your ass.”
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running toward nothing (part thirteen)
Summary: Hotch is injured in an explosion while on overseas assignment, putting Derek in a difficult position both with the team and with Spencer who has spent the last few months inadvertently falling in love with him. (Set around 07x01 - It Takes a Village but canon divergent by a lot.)
Warnings: everyone is in the hospital now and hotch is stuttering because of a seizure, reid is cuffed to a bed, some pretty big time cigarette smoking, lots of swearing, some food...so much crying.
Words: 6.1k
Pairings: Hotch/Morgan
Notes: This is for @tobias-hankel’ s Spencer Whump Challenge. My assigned prompts to do my evil with were Derek Morgan & Betrayal. Are you ready to hear it? THIS IS IT. The last chapter. We have an epilogue up next and then it's complete. This is a long one but...guys...WE MADE IT.
CHAPTER LIST
Read on AO3: Running Toward Nothing
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Meeting Sean had always been that thing. Meaning to do it but never getting around to it. Always putting it off. Not like she'd ever really been invited to do it, necessarily, but she'd always wanted to. He would tell her Sean was visiting and suddenly she felt that gaping coldness in her stomach and then the excuses would follow. A case in New York and Sean's inviting them to his restaurant? No, you and Derek should go, have a proper date. It wasn't that she didn't want to meet him but there was something about it, some reality that it would shatter to see a real bonafide connection that Hotch had to some past life. Someone that knew him when he still skinned his knees and kicked a soccer ball around. Someone that would get the brush off because while he wanted to play, Hotch had homework.
But she knew him the moment she saw him standing there with his crusty leather jacket and his unwashed blonde hair, a stubby cigarette between his fingers. He was leaning against the wall of a diner across the street, right next door to the gas station she was headed to for the second time that day. She was going to pay for this later.
Sean looked up as she crossed and she could see it in his eyes, he recognized her the same way she did him. Smiling, she offered him a small wave and approached him as casually and coolly as she could. “Sean?” she asked pensively, and he nodded, flicking the cigarette to the ground and stubbing it out beneath the toe of his boot.
“Yeah,” he replied, spitting to the side. It made her laugh. “Emily?”
“The one and only.”
The expected awkward silence fell between them and all she could think was that she really fucking wanted a cigarette. She'd bought a pack earlier, smoked three in a row like a maniac and crushed the pack into the trash. Fucking rookie mistake, and now she was paying for it. “I'm gonna head inside a minute...you need anything?”
Sean looked her up and down, pulling his pack from his pocket. “I just bought a pack, if that's what you're after. Won't even charge you a quarter.” He offered her a grin and she gladly accepted. Didn't even try to pretend she didn't need one.
“Think the kids are paying fifty cents for them now...” She knew, she'd bummed one off of a skater kid the day before. She wasn't smoking really, she could still tell herself that. But fuck. Everything just sucked right now and she didn't know what else to do except chew her fingernails until they bled. This had to be better. Or...at least not worse.
“Damn.”
They smoked in silence. Drawing breath, letting smoke slowly out through their nostrils. She needed that burn, that dry desert feeling, it cleared out the tears that were building to a crescendo in her face. “You here seeing my brother?”
“Uh,” she started, licking her lips. “Sort of. I didn't know he was...yeah. I came to see Spencer, but I was hoping I could see Hotch too.”
“They've got him pretty locked down,” Sean said softly, flicking his ash. “I could probably sneak you in for a few minutes but you'll have to be quick and you can't do anything to get him excited. He's not supposed to talk.”
If she'd been worried before, now she didn't know the word for the feeling bursting in her chest. Real, actual fear. She'd been here before. He's weak, they'd told them all. He wasn't weak, Hotch was never weak...but there he was, fragile would have been a better (and far scarier) word. Was he fragile now too? Probably. Maybe worse. That was his chest, but this was his head. She couldn't imagine Hotch unable to trust his mind, losing it. The thought shuddered through her.
“Five minutes?” she asked, stubbing out her smoke. Sean did the same.
“Something like that.”
He stood watch in the hallway while she slipped inside, past the rows of beds with curtains pulled. Counting from the right, one two three she found his and sucked in a deep breath, hoping to god that fragile wasn't the word she would be stuck with. Tired, she hoped. Just tired. The words flew around in her head while she considered her entrance, some kind of flippant comment that she hoped wouldn't betray the fear she wore on her sleeve.
“That's your brother, huh?” Emily asked, the curtains swishing on their runner behind her. His eyes were closed but he'd smelled her already. She wore a heady mix of jasmine and cardamom and it came floating in on a wave of cigarette smoke and intense nausea after trying to open his eyes. He just wanted to see her...see her alive. He was the only one who hadn't seen her yet, and thought for certain he'd never smell anything so uniquely Emily again. The undercurrent of cigarette smoke didn't surprise him. “He's cute.”
He forced a smile, a half a smile maybe, the only movement he could muster without regret. Instantly his stomach turned at the movement and he shuddered. His head was screaming pain and there were moments that he thought he might open his mouth and everyone would hear its howl. “E-eh-eh...” he started, lips barely moving while he tried to form words. It wasn't any use, he couldn't do it, but he would be damned if he didn't try. When someone showed up at your bed side, he was pretty sure you were supposed to greet them. His head wasn't getting that etiquette memo. She approached the bed and placed her hand on his barely moving chest.
“Take it easy. Sean says you had a seizure in the ambulance and they don't want you to talk, so please just let me okay? I know that's hard for a loudmouth like you...” She smirked, or started to anyway, and tried not to look at his face. She knew there would be tears soon, the big baby. He would cry and then she would cry. She'd never, not once, managed to hold it together if he started. The first time was when Derek told Hotch he loved him, and Hotch had tried to relay the story to her over wine a few nights later. He never did actually finish the story, she'd had to infer more than a few plot points just to make it make sense. She got the basics though: Derek was a huge sap, Hotch cried, and now he was crying again trying to tell her about it. Wusses, both of them.
Except she'd cried too, because she couldn't take the way the tears clung to his lashes and made him look so fucking tragically sad. It wasn't sad at all. It was happy. She was thrilled for them. But she cried like a damn baby.
He tried her name again, determined to get it right. Determined to force a real word out. It finally happened, only barely and it didn't really sound like Emily but it was close enough, and his chest heaved painfully from the effort. He didn't try for more. There were tears coating his eyelashes and she was doing everything in her minimal power not to look at them. Not to reach out and swipe them away, to comment, to do anything.
“Yeah, it's me. I'm sorry it took me so long to...” she stared, feeling his hand suddenly on hers, trembling fingers weak and pushing their way up over hers. He gripped, just the tips, gave her a faint squeeze and she felt her legs go weak beneath her. Who gave him the right? She waned to hit him. Punch him in the arm. Something to make him stop making this worse, making this harder. “Stop it. Look, I'm sorry about what happened to Jack...it's partly my fault. Don't try to argue with me. I probably shouldn't say any of this, I'm not supposed to get you all upset but I don't know when I'll get to see you next. I found your pill bottle in Spencer's bag when we were in Colorado, and I should have said something but I trusted him when he said it was a mistake...and now...”
“N-n-not...” He was gasping, sucking air like a fish out of water. It burned his lungs and his head hollered for mercy but he was caught in a loop and couldn't stop until she made him. Her interrupting him shocked his brain into static.
“Stop it. Stop talking. Just listen. I know it isn't my fault, but if I'd said something to Derek maybe this wouldn't have happened.”
His lashes fluttered like he was going to try and open his eyes, he just wanted to see her, to see if she looked the way he remembered maybe...if Paris had changed her from the Emily he knew into someone new...but they settled quickly back in place. Wet, plastered to his cheeks they stayed. The world was swimming and it was only going to get worse if he let it seep into his little black eyelid sanctuary. “J-j-j-ack...” Jack is okay, he wanted to tell her but she seemed to already know that much. She probably knew more than he did. About a lot of things. His confusion, the mucky quicksand feeling, kept coming and going. One minute he thought he knew what was happening, he could tell you exactly what had happened since the explosion in Pakistan and the next he could barely fake his way through his own name.
“You really need to stop talking. Listen to me for once in your life. They said your brain needs total rest for a few hours so I'm not supposed to be here. I shouldn't even be bothering you. I just wanted to...Hotch, I just needed to tell you I'm sorry. Since coming back everything has been wrong, and I think that means...”
“You're leaving.” Loud and clear, no stutter, no issue. It left his lips before his brain even realized what was happening. She almost laughed at the absurdity of it. Of him.
“Yeah. I don't belong here, the Emily that was part of this team died...and I think we need to let her rest. I would love to get to know everyone again, god I miss you all, but it can't be here where I'm expected to be the person everyone lost.”
He nodded. Somehow he understood, and he knew it all along. Her return was never going to last, he'd destroyed any chance of that. But he could relate. After Foyet, he was expected to be unchanged...most of them looked like he was. They never saw the scars, they never saw his home, they were able to brush it off. He kept it all carefully hidden beneath his suit and tie, buried it in shaking hands and bottles of whiskey when the terror got too big or too real. He died every night by himself and performed under the weighty expectation that he was still alive every single day. No one's belief ever made it true, not until Derek anyway. But Emily didn't have a Derek. She was still a dead girl walking. Something in the weight of her hand on his chest told him all of that without her having to say a word. She was only telling him because she knew he could relate. From the moment he made the call to kill Emily Prentiss and send her ghost to Paris, the whole world had been wrong. He was living on borrowed time, and now it was all caving in around him. The weight of his decisions was too great to bear. Maybe he was supposed to die overseas to make up for it, one of them shouldn't be here. One of them had to go.
“Anyway. Sean gave me 10 minutes and I'm probably pretty close to using that up. You're not supposed to be overstimulated...” Were those tears he could hear in her voice? Her hand was gone for a moment, wiping away the sticky wet from her cheeks, and she sniffled a little into the crook of her arm. Now they were both crying. A damn mess. He lifted his hand, it was weak and unsteady, but he let it flutter around until it found her, brushed against her stomach and the soft black poncho she wore.
“'s'ok...” he whispered, waiting for her to grab his hand, wrap hers around his. His movement was an invitation and she knew to take it before it vanished. He wouldn't wait forever. “...be okay...” If he whispered, words could come. They were breathy and faint, almost too quiet to hear but she laughed anyway at the absolute madness of him lying there in a hospital bed comforting her when she'd come to do that for him.
Interrupting their moment was a swish of wind, a rustle of curtains and Sean was peeking in and signaling that her time was up. The nurses were back for their rounds and she had to get out before they got in trouble. He wasn't supposed to have visitors, no one but Sean was allowed but he'd liked her so much when they met outside that he couldn't tell her no. Wasn't really certain she would have accepted it anyway. He was pretty sure she could take him. In any case, he ticked his head toward the door and she knew. Sucking in a shaky breath she nodded, leaning over to kiss his cold knuckles with tear slicked lips.
“Take care of yourself, Hotchner,” she whispered. “I'm going to go bother your idiot boyfriend now but I'll come see you later.” She would break that promise, she knew it as she said it...but so did he. They let it drift away quietly without fanfare.
(x)
Spencer was alone in his room, still cuffed to the bed. His own fault, really. Derek gave him the key and it was right there against his palm. It hurt to move, hurt to reach his arm over to try and undo the lock so he'd stopped. Maybe it really was hard, maybe it was just that he didn't want to be unlocked.
They'd already begun making plans. He'd be released into police custody in the morning and placed on a hold, his injuries weren't severe enough to keep him in the hospital. They needed the bed and hell, jails had beds too. Or benches anyway. He didn't expect to be there long, he'd be out on bail by the afternoon if he could decide who his one phonecall would be...someone who didn't hate him for what he'd done. That seemed impossible right now. By dinnertime he'd be losing his job, that was almost a guarantee. The probability was hard to ignore. He could tell you down to the second what he expected to happen. The hardest part was that he couldn't see far enough outside of his own hurt to see how badly he'd really screwed up, not just his own life but the lives of those around him. He saw Jack but he didn't really look at him, not the way he should have. He hadn't seen Hotch. Not that he was responsible for whatever happened to him, they'd kept their voices so hushed but he wasn't stupid. He could read lips. Hotch was back in the hospital too. They were floors apart and worlds apart. He was alone and Hotch probably found himself surrounded.
They'd decided not to give him anything to manage his pain outside of pitiful offers of Tylenol, and he was surprisingly okay with that. This mess was never about the pills, he hadn't been taking them long enough to be hooked again though it would have been so easy...it was just about Hotch taking everything from him. Every single thing. How did it check out that everything Spencer wanted, Hotch got. And yeah, he wasn't really thinking about all of the things Hotch got that he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy...that part didn't register. Hotch had the life he wished he could have. He had a beautiful son and Derek and Clooney, he had the house and the garden and the barbecues. So if he stretched himself thin making this Hotch's fault...it just made sense. (No. He knew better...everything just felt so damn raw and it all hurt so much.)
The headaches, the lies, that night in Derek's bed...what did it all mean? Nothing. Nothing now, it was all for nothing. He was alone. Worse than he'd started. At least Derek could look at him when it all started. Derek hated him now. (Now or never had become unbelievably and irrevocably never.)
“Can I get you anything sweetheart?” a nurse asked, and Spencer rolled his eyes in her direction and stared.
“A revolver and a bullet would be nice.” His voice was thick, dripping with sloppy sarcasm.
Okay, maybe he was being a little dramatic. Maybe he'd feel differently in the morning. Maybe the anger would be back and this unbearable sadness and guilt would be gone...but hey, being put on suicide watch might buy him another day or two before they took him to jail anyway. The nurse didn't answer, just gave him a disapproving look and disappeared into the hallway after writing something on his white board. He didn't care to wonder what it was or who she planned to tell about his little joke.
(x)
“What did you do?”
It was Penelope. He knew that without opening his eyes. He had no idea what time it was, but his room was dark and he reached over to hide his hand, still cuffed to the bed. She wouldn't want to see that. It would make her sad, and he wondered at that...he still had feelings for someone. He was beginning to wonder after the day he'd had. Blinking slowly, he pretended to have been asleep, as if he could sleep through the pain in his neck and shoulders. As if he could sleep without dreaming of Jack, bleeding and crying, Hotch yelling at him. (Did he even really know what that sounded like? He might soon. His veins felt like icicles.)
“Don't you dare, Spencer Reid,” Penelope growled in her pastel pink voice as she clicked her way across the rooms in heels. God he loved that sound. He would never hear it at work again. “I know you're not asleep. I swear to every known diety that I will leave if you lie to me, do you understand? I will go.”
“Please...” he whispered, groggy and smacking his dry lips together. On the verge of real tears now. It thrilled him to know that this mattered. There was something vaguely hope shaped flooding his chest. “Please stay. I'm sorry.” Struggling, he scooted himself up against his pillow and reached for the button to move his bed, to sit upright. The sound of the bed echoed through the quiet room, against the soft in and out of her angry breaths. “I didn't think anyone would come.”
“I shouldn't be here. I really shouldn't. Derek will kill me if he...what you did...what you've been doing...god Spencer why?”
He gulped and she brought his water cup to his mouth, listened to him sip slowly. “I...” he started, realizing that he was about to tell her everything. Everything. It was about to flood right out of him, fast and ugly and shameful. In spite of how fucking bad it all was he would say it and let the pieces fall where they may. He had nothing left to lose. “Derek. I did it all for Derek. I know that's stupid but it's the truth.”
Not the answer she was expecting, and all of her prepared responses were useless. She grabbed the chair and dragged it over to where she stood, sitting beside him. “Gonna need a little more than that, sugar.”
“Hotch was gone. He just left us, Garcia, he didn't even say goodbye to me.” Just like Gideon, he thought, except Gideon had the decency to leave a note. Hotch just vanished. “And Derek...we spent almost every night together. I thought maybe...”
“Oh, no Spencer, no...”
“Yeah. An IQ of 187 but I guess I'm a real moron huh? I just thought we were having so much fun, and Hotch was going to be gone for so long. I um,” he licked his lips and smiled. It was a faint, sad little thing but it was a smile. “I told myself that he'd realize I'm better for him than Hotch. I know how that sounds, I know...”
Penelope could almost reach out and touch his loneliness it was that big, that real. She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped at the sight of his hand in the air. He wasn't finished and that made her squirm a little.
“Because my life is not a movie,” he started dramatically but realized he was losing her, he didn't need to make it worse than it was. He wasn't writing a novel, he was explaining his bad behavior. “Anyway. I realized when Hotch came back that I was wrong. It wasn't going to happen. But you know what's funny? When you're that lonely, sometimes you can convince yourself of things you know you shouldn't. I thought maybe if I let him know I was still there for him, if I made it clear...maybe he'd see it. Hotch is so quiet, and he's so serious, and now he needs so much help with everything and that might not ever stop...”
“Spencer,” she whispered, eyes wide. “That's not fair. He didn't have any control over what happened over there. You don't really think...”
He glowered at her and continued. This was going to take forever if she kept interrupting him.
“No, but he had control over what happened to Emily didn't he? He had control over JJ needing to lie to me didn't he? He had control over the way the whole team fell apart and then he had control when he left us RIGHT?”
“Right,” she replied cautiously, quietly. His intensity was frightening her a little. “What are you saying?”
“I'm saying...” he paused, sucking in a deep breath. This was it. He was about to see how much Penelope really wanted to stay. How much she was willing to listen to before he crossed the line. He wasn't sure he would have stuck it out as long as she did, but then he could see it in her eyes...she was still furiously searching for something good to grasp onto. All the baby panda pictures in the world couldn't fix what he was about to say. “I'm saying that son of a bitch isn't good enough for Derek.” Oh, that hurt to even say. He felt wrong immediately. It wasn't true, Hotch wasn't...he wasn't that, he didn't deserve that. Not even close. He had his moments but he was kind and gentle and...Spencer wanted to take it back but the words were rattling around in her brain and they tasted sour on his tongue and no matter how much he tried to wish it away, that venom hung heavy in the air now.
But she softened. Somehow she found it, that spark of something good, that special Spencer thing she knew was still there and she knew he could be brought back. So she smiled. It was a little forced and drenched in glittery mascara tears, but it was a smile.
“Sweetie,” She patted his hand, holding tight to that one small thing. That fleeting spark of remorse. It wasn't in his words but she saw it in his eyes. “You're wrong and you know it.”
“I know! I know Penelope! I just love him so much and I made some really stupid decisions and I messed everything up forever.” That was more like it. That was her Spencer. She could work with this.
She leaned forward and booped him on the nose. It was stupid and she knew it but she couldn't think of anything else to do. He was falling apart. “You didn't. You can fix this. But you need to start by coming to terms with the fact that Derek chooses Hotch. That no matter how you feel about him or them, Derek loves him. They've made a family and a home together. Why didn't you come talk to me?”
“Because you would have just told me that...”
She laughed. She had to, it was true. “Fair enough. But I also would have made us pancakes and tea and talked to you about all the ways I've been in love with Derek Morgan too. You think I haven't been a little jealous of Hotch all these years? You think you're alone?”
Spencer blushed. He hadn't considered it before but now it sounded so silly. “I guess not.”
“So what do I do now?”
“Oh, sweetheart, you have so much work to do. It's going to be long and hard, but I know you can do it. I'll post bail if you promise that you'll do everything in your power to fix this.”
“I will. I promise.”
She trusted that promise because for some reason...she still trusted Spencer. Everyone makes mistakes, she knew she'd made plenty of her own that seemed like they could never be fixed. But she knew Derek and she knew Hotch, and she knew there was enough love there that Spencer could make it better. He blinked slowly and she nodded, she could take a hint.
“Okay, boy genius. I'm going to go and find Derek...I guess Boss Man is staying the night here too. You guys don't do anything halfway. But you know that Sean and Jessica took Jack home right? The kid is okay. You saw him?”
“I did. I...god Penelope I could have killed him.”
“Yes. You could have. You did a really awful thing...but you didn't, sweetpea. You didn't, which means you have an opportunity here.” She brushed the hair from his face and sighed. “Goodnight darling.”
(x)
He almost can't believe it's his turn. He was running around all day, between Jack and the hospital, meetings with Strauss and the Director about Spencer, running himself ragged. The only time he had to himself were the long waits in bumper-to-bumper traffic and through it all the only thought he had was one more hour...one more hour of this bullshit and then he was free. Except that one hour bled into two into three and now he was showing up while the rosy pink sunset filtered through the blinds in Hotch's room with a piping hot bag of takeout from Hotch's favorite food truck.
Takeout that he regretted the moment he walked in and saw the way Hotch lay motionless on his bed. Not a rustle when he entered, the blanket pulled high, nearly to his nose, an indication that he might actually be sleeping. He liked to cover his face like an insane person, sometimes going all the way under and forming some sort of cocoon out of his blankets. There were times he was cold enough that Derek wasn't even allowed inside, he tucked it so tight. Derek watched him for a moment in the shadows, maybe sleeping or on enough drugs that he was at least simulating the act. Either way, he didn't look much like a man who would be able to manage a styrofoam container of pho with slippery noodles and boiling broth. He barely looked like a man who could sip a cup of water. All he'd wanted was to bring some sort of warmth, some comfort to an otherwise frigid situation.
He set the bag down on the little table beneath the television that was flickering static. Hotch never turned on the television, someone had been in and thought he would want it, left it on a channel that was in and out. That was the only explanation. Public television by the looks of it. He reached up to flip it off and was met with a soft groan from behind him, a sound that was muffled by blankets but unmistakably Hotch. A sound that made his heart feel like fluttering butterfly wings on a summer day.
“Leave it,” he muttered. “I wanna see...she's making pot roast...'m hungry...” Drugs, he was on drugs and by the sounds of it a lot of them. Derek pulled his hand away from the television and turned to see Hotch's amber eyes glittering in the dark.
“Finally a problem I can fix.” Not with pot roast, though. He didn't think Hotch would mind that part though, but then...anything was possible these days. He was going to proceed with caution.
Hotch watched with hawk eyes while Derek prepared his pho. Counted and tore up each basil leaf precisely the way Hotch would, the way he'd watched him do a thousand or more times while they sat. Derek never used the basil, except to pretend it was a mustache when Hotch was in a rotten mood and needed some cheering up. He doubled up on the bean sprouts normally but tonight he dumped a generous handful into Hotch's and kept only the remnants for himself...Hotch looked like he needed them more. All of the jalapenos ended up in Hotch's bowl. Derek didn't fuck around with those in his soup. It was like eating from a garden planted in a minefield. He preferred no pain with his food. “Sriracha?” he asked, waggling the packet above Hotch's soup. A small nod, that sly little smile and he pushed the hot red paste into the soup reluctantly. “All of it?” Another nod. “You're nuts.”
Hotch's nose was running, his soup was bright red and the color Derek associated with pure pain, but he was able to use his fork. That was a damn win. No chopsticks, that was way above his pay grade at this point, but a fork was doable and he didn't bother with a soup spoon...just sipped from his bowl like it was a mug with both hands cupping its warmth. The genuine delight on his features was enough to warm every ache and icy patch left in Derek's overworked and underpaid heart.
“You see Jack-Jack?” Derek asked, holding a spring roll with its tacky rice wrapper up to Hotch's lips, dripping in peanut sauce, waiting for him to take a bite. He could have done it himself, but he looked so damn happy holding that stupid hot bowl in his shaking hands that Derek didn't want to take it away. Only having two hands was problematic sometimes.
“Yeah,” was Hotch's reply, quiet and then his lips were pressed together tight while he chewed. He'd never tasted anything so good in his life. If he wasn't fighting every single moment to grasp memories, he might say this made him forget all of the pain for a few minutes...but he wanted to remember that because it meant that the memories belonged to him. The food was still heavenly. “Jessica brought him by, they picked Sean up and went home.”
“He's good. Pretty pumped about those stitches.”
“Yeah. He's okay.” Derek could tell he was bothered by the stitches, of course he was, but it seemed not to be front and center. Not now. It would be later, that was a guarantee. “Is Spencer alright?”
“Yeah,” was all Derek could think to say, cramming the rest of his spring roll into his mouth to buy him some time. He didn't know how to say anything about Spencer, only hoped that Hotch didn't ask why. He couldn't tell Hotch that part, not yet. Not with him sitting there in a hospital bed and his son stitched up...how could he tell Hotch this was all because of him? Because somehow Spencer thought...got the impression...he had no idea. But it happened and it was real and it hurt so bad he almost had to walk out just to not suffocate beneath the weight of it. But he didn't. He couldn't.
The silence settled in while they ate, while Hotch lost himself in the simplicity of enjoying food with the man he loved. He could almost pretend they weren't in the hospital, that his head didn't hurt, that he wasn't wondering why he was suddenly having seizures or that he'd have to submit to a CT scan in the morning for answers. He could imagine they were sitting on the picnic table just outside the food cart, he could close his eyes and suddenly they were people watching. Giving people theme songs, imagining where they were headed or what they would order. They would talk easy, once upon a time, about things that didn't involve physical therapy and medication and the only future they discussed was what they would do with days off. A project around the house? A play date for Jack? Some kind of sporting event?
“You put me as Jack's guardian in his file,” Derek blurted out, gulping down a huge drink of Hotch's ice water. He forgot drinks. They'd have to remedy that, but right now something else was on his mind. Something he'd lighted on and forgotten just as quickly earlier, when all he could think about was Jack and making sure he was okay. Something he only considered now because the echo of that page over the hospital intercom slithered through him. “You never told me.”
“You are his guardian,” was all Hotch said. It was so nonchalant, so simple. Like Derek had no reason to be surprised. And he supposed that, on some level, it was true. He couldn't pinpoint exactly when it happened, but one day Jack referred to him as his dad in public, and soon after he was calling Derek dad right to his face like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like he'd done something to deserve that place of honor in the kid's life. “I can remove it if you're uncomfortable with it.”
“No,” Derek jerked, shaking his head. “No, no. I just...I guess I thought we had to be married for that.”
“Well,” Hotch started quietly. He handed the last remnants of his meal to Derek, happily stuffed and warm. The food in his belly quelled the scream in his head, at least temporarily. He could think his way through his quicksand brain. He recalled a scene in The Princess Bride, one of Sean's favorite moves. He'd taken Sean to see it in the theatre with Jessica and Haley. He thought of the fire swamp, quicksand and great rockets of flame bursting up through the ground and it felt right. That was his head. But like them, he could make his way through too, he just had to focus on the tricks he knew worked. Speaking slowly, quietly, and without much forethought everything seemed to fall into place. “In order for you to be his legal guardian, yes. But for now, it's more or less an emergency contact.”
“What if I wanted to be his legal guardian?” Derek asked, his voice smooth and dripping with sincerity. “What if I wanted to be legal on your paperwork too?”
Hotch smiled. Even in the dim lighting, the flickering blue of the television as it tried to maintain the public access pot roast show, he could see that there were tears in Hotch's eyes. There was an unnatural brightness there, framed by red rims and quaking lashes. “Are you proposing to me Derek?”
“Well, now that depends.”
“On?” He knew. He knew what Derek was going to say, but he was just with it enough to poke at him a bit. Derek always took the bait.
“Your answer, dummy. Cos I'm definitely not putting myself out there like that if you're gonna shut me down, man. Give me some shit about how it's not the right time or am I sure because your track record and all that other bullshit you like to spew. After the month I've had, you gotta be crazy to think I'd...”
Hotch, crying again for the third or fourth time that day, leaned forward and kissed him. It was wet and salty with a slick of chili pepper spice and stopped the words from flowing as fast as they started. It was a strange kiss, not hard and not passionate, he was still weak and he was exhausted, his head hurt, his hands trembled at his sides but it was with warm lips and a warm heart. That was enough. It was all the answer he needed.
#aaron hotchner#derek morgan#emily prentiss#spencer reid#sean hotchner#penelope garcia#criminal minds#hotchgan#mortch#criminal minds fanfiction
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bubbly s/o opens up about trauma pt. 1
bakugou katsuki & shouto todoroki x gn!reader
word count: 1.8k
requested by anon: Katsu, Sho, Izu, and Eiji headcanons to their bubbly, and sweet crush, and close friend, opening up to them about being abused by their parents growing up? They've gotten therapy and are living with their Grandparents but sometimes they get upset when someone brings up parents or asks about the scars from abuse. They tell them they shared this with them because they refused to lie to them. They hug him close, thanking him for being a good friend. -Morp
[a/n: i hope you don’t mind that I’m doing it in parts anon! i ended up doing scenarios for each one, i'm a bit rusty so i apologize if this isn't very well done. you can read part 2 [ here ] ,thank you for requesting sweet heart! here you go! - yours truly, bunny -`ღ´- ]
TW: mentions of parental abuse & scars, nothing explicit but implied
To an extent, he always knew. Maybe not the specifics, but whenever you were alone and thought no one was paying any attention, you’d let your guard down. The metaphorical sparkle in your eyes would dim, your shoulders would slump as if you were taking a break. Then someone would approach and in the blink of an eye, the sparkle was back and the familiar grin on your lips was present once again. Despite what others may think, Bakugou was a good friend.
He worried about you. A lot.
That may be due to the fact that he has a huge crush on you, but it was unlikely. He values your friendship so much. He’d rather have you as a friend than anything else, really. That was mainly his insecurity talking though. He just thought he wasn’t good enough for you. No one was, really. But that’s besides the point.
He had never explicitly said anything about his feelings for you but he didn’t need to. It was quite clear through his actions. Well...clear to everyone but you, that is. Even Aizawa had caught on. And he couldn’t care less about his students’ love lives. He’s had his fill of teenage angst and drama.
During training, he’d always make sure your water bottle was full or during lunch he’d keep an eye out and make sure you were eating. Sometimes he’d even give you extra pieces of meat from his plate, or if he had veggies he knows you like, he’d wordlessly place them into your rice bowl.
Now this wasn’t one sided at all. You also had your ways of looking out for him.
If you were doing a convenience store run with Sero and you saw the particular snack that Bakugou likes, you’d instantly grab a few. For his birthday, you had gotten him custom earplugs for quirk training. It had been after you and him were paired to spar against each other, he always insisted on not holding back against you out of respect, and you had experienced one of his full blown attacks head-on. Your ears were ringing for about half an hour before you could somewhat hear again, and even then, everything was a bit muffled.
Needless to say, you were worried about his hearing
He scoffed and rolled his eyes when he unwrapped the box. Scolding you for wasting money on something he had no use for.
He always uses them though. Especially when he’s doing stamina training, and it’s explosion after explosion.
Anyways. He notices your strange behavior, one day. You stopped trying to keep up the façade and you were sort of gloomy all day. He was absolutely pissed that no one had noticed the change, and he’d yell at them later for it, but he kept his cool and waited until he could be alone with you.
It had been around 8pm, just an hour before his bedtime, when he made some tea for the both of you and carried it up to your dorm room. He paused in front of your door, looking down at both his hands, a mug in each one, then looking at the door handle. Realizing he won't be able to physically open the door by himself, he awkwardly bumped the door with his elbow.
“Hey idiot, it’s me. Open the door.” He grumbled quietly, frowning when you hadn’t responded. Before he could repeat himself a little more aggressively, the muffled sound of your sniffling made his stomach drop. Panic rising throughout his body as he made up worst case scenarios in his head.
“(Y/n), seriously. Is everything okay?” All attempts to sound calm failed as his voice betrayed him, trembling the slightest bit.
On the other side of the door, you started to panic. Furiously wiping any evidence of tears or snot from your face before you slumped over to the door, turning the lock and tugging it open to reveal a frowning Bakugou. He wasn’t upset, he was worried. It was evident in his red irises.
“Here. Drink it before it gets cold.” He handed you a mug before walking past you and into your room. He admired the decor everytime he was in there, no matter how many times he had seen it already, it never failed to make his heart warm. You had a wall full of pictures of yourself with your friends. There were a few solo photos of your friends as well. Most were candid shots, there were a fair few of him.
It always reminded him that beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder. You cherished those candid photos because in your eyes, when your friends were carefree and themselves, no poses, no facade, that’s when they were their most beautiful.
He took a seat on your bed and patted the space beside him. Nudging the door shut, you made your way over and got comfortable.
“What’s up with you today? You seemed...not yourself.”
You didn’t respond, opting to take a sip of your tea. He knew there was something up and he wasn’t gonna push you. So he leaned back and got comfortable, waiting until you were ready. It was a solid three minutes of silence before you took a deep breath.
“I-I don’t want to lie to you, Katsuki. It just wouldn’t be fair so uhh, yeah. Here goes.” He could tell that this was overwhelming for you so, wordlessly, he put down his mug and held his hand out to you and you grasped it, like it was a lifeline.
And you told him.
You told him about the abuse from your own parents. He felt his blood boil as you showed him a few scars inflicted by your parents’ quirks. You explained that it was the anniversary of the day you ran away and went to live with your grandparents, and how you had been seeing a therapist on the regular since then.
It pained him to see you struggle through the tears, hiccuping a few times as you attempted to catch your breath. You didn’t even have to say it but he could see it, it was an all too familiar feeling to him. He tugged you to him, letting go of your hand and pulling you into his chest, his arms wrapping you up in a warmth that made the stinging tears return.
“You know, this doesn’t make me think less of you. You’re not weak. Those bastards don’t realize how bad they screwed up. You’re strong, and they’re gonna regret every goddamn choice they’ve made when they see how far you’ll go.”
“Thank you.” You whimpered as you gave in to the new wave of tears, hooking your arms around his shoulders. “Thank you…”
If anyone asks, no...he wasn’t crying. (He was though.)
If anyone was familiar with the signs of abuse, it was him.
It hurt him so much knowing that you had gone through what he did, maybe not to the same extreme but you had experienced it nonetheless.
He admired you though. Despite whatever happened to you, you were always bright. Always in a good mood and always choosing to see the good in people. He knows that he didn’t have the strength to do that. Maybe eventually, but not so soon. He had never wanted to pry. You guys were friends, practically best friends and he trusted that you’d tell him when you were ready.
To his knowledge, no one knew. No one mentioned the way you’d flinch around sudden movements or when someone raised their voice. Honestly, it was a wonder that you had even befriended Iida. He was the epitome of loud and sudden. Always waving his arms around at the randomest times and always shouting to chastise someone for breaking a rule.
He noticed that you tended to cover up your torso often. Never really wearing anything more revealing than a normal t-shirt. Even on the class trip to the beach, you insisted on staying covered up. No one questioned it, chalking it up to insecurity. Even during training when everyone had to wear their gym uniform, while others undid the top part and wrapped it around their waist, being clad in a tank top or sports bra, you had always kept it on. Even when it was extremely hot. More often than not, he found himself resting his palm against your forehead to cool you off.
It hadn’t been very hot, but Aizawa decided to run everyone ragged with combat training, so everyone was partnered up. Todoroki had been partnered with Denki and you had been paired up with Eijirou.
As he sat with his classmates, watching the two of you spar, he was quite impressed. Not that he doubted your skill but both fighting styles were drastically different. Eijirou and his quirk relied on close combat while your quirk worked best with long-range. He could see the frustration on your face when Eijirou kept charging towards you and engaging in hand to hand.
As the fight went on, Kirishima had hardened his forearm and hand, kinda like a makeshift blade and as he took you down, he had accidentally cut the top of your gym uniform. As the dust settled and the both of you got up, the tear in your clothes allowed the whole class to see your back and shoulders, skin littered with scars. All were different in size, color, severity, etc.
Everyone was stunned silent, not having expected anything like this.
“(Y/n)...what happened?” You could feel the breeze on your back and the pity in Kirishima’s eyes made you angry.
Everyone suddenly snapped into realization. Various questions of; ‘who did that to you?’, ‘where did those come from?’ and whatnot were shot at you from different directions. He could see you slowly being overwhelmed by everything. His heart dropped as he made eye contact with you, your eyes tired and filled with tears.
“That’s ENOUGH!” Everyone froze and looked at Todoroki with wide eyes, his voice booming.
Sensing the tension starting to rise, Aizawa sighed.
“Alright everyone settle down. Training is over, get back to class. (Y/n). A word.”
Reluctantly, Todoroki followed the boys into the locker room and changed into his school uniform. When everyone was out and he returned outside to the training grounds, you and Aizawa weren’t there so he had gone back to the locker rooms. He knocked and called out to you.
“Can I come in?” He heard a meek ‘yeah.’ So he carefully made his way inside.
There you were, dressed in your school uniform and sat on a bench with your face buried in your hands, shoulders shaking.
“(Y/n)...” He gently placed a hand on your shoulder, he winced when you looked up at him. IIt ached him to see your beautiful eyes tainted by tears.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner Sho…” Your bottom lip quivered.
“Please, don’t apologize.” He opened his arms. You stood up and basically collapsed into them, clutching onto the back of his blazer. “Just always remember that I may understand more than anyone else will. I’ll never judge you, you know that right?”
“I know…It’s just, ugh-” You pulled away and wiped the tears from your face. “I don’t want anyone to change how they look at me because of what my parents did to me and when everyone saw, and they were asking all of their questions, their eyes...they were just full of pity.”
“Then look into mine.”
And when you did, you didn’t see pity.
You saw admiration. You saw belonging. Love. Understanding.
“Nothing will ever change with me, (Y/n).” He pressed his forehead against yours, “I will always be here for you.”
#anon request#bnha#bnha x gn!reader#mha x gn!reader#mha#shouto todoroki x gn!reader#bakugou katsuki x gn!reader#shouto todoroki x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#angst#comfort
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Heyo, reporting back to request a continuation of a continuation of a continuation, if you wouldn't mind! Aka, please more 3rd Life Villainpulse angst, I'm so invested (and very curious as to whether his latest murder attempt was an actual success, or if he really should have stuck around to verify the death...)
i genuinely rly love this! i’ve got such plans for it now that i think i’ll make it into an actual proper fic.
i’ve also now posted it on AO3, titled Stand For Nothing! link here
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Impulse is getting concerned. It’s been over five minutes and no death message in chat. It should’ve happened by now. He had been worried about being found near the scene of a death — it’d already been about five minutes since the meeting and someone would’ve gone to find Skizz, so his items would almost certainly be found — but now he’s starting to think he should have stuck around anyway and made sure the job was finished.
He had been intending to stay here at his villager trading centre until the death notification came up and then he would run back to Dogwarts and play the distressed best friend.
But no death message. So his plan has to change.
When he makes it back to Dogwarts, he finds Ren standing outside the Renchanting building, his face pale. When he spots Impulse, he quickly beckons him. “Impulse! For the love of god, where’ve you been?!”
Impulse blinks. With no death message in chat, what can Ren be so worked up about? “W-What? What’s happened…?”
“Skizzle’s been attacked! We heard an explosion outside our walls and when we went to check, we found him out there, passed out. He’s in a critical condition but Martyn’s with him now and hopefully he’ll recover.”
Impulse can only stare at Ren with an open mouth and a pit in his stomach. Somehow, in all the possible outcomes he pictured for this scenario, he never imagined Dogwarts would actually find Skizz alive. After three perfect murders, it seems he got careless.
“O-Oh my god,” he manages to choke out. “C-Can I see him?”
“Not yet, but Martyn will tell us when we can.”
Ren takes him down into the living area under Renchanting. There, Etho is pacing back and forth in front of a closed door, clearly deep in thought, but he glances up as Ren comes in. “Ren, you found him.”
Ren nods, even though it wasn’t really a question. “Any word?”
“Not yet. Martyn has three healing potions in there with him though, so I’d say Skizz’s chances are really good.”
Impulse has to strain to keep his expression steady at that. “G-Good. That’s good.”
Something changes almost imperceptibly in Etho’s expression, but Ren, clearly not noticing, rubs Impulse’s back reassuringly. “He’ll be okay, Impulse. Don’t worry.”
All Impulse can do is nod, not trusting himself to speak.
Finally, after what feels like hours, the door opens and Martyn appears, his body blocking the view inside the room. “He’s awake,” he reports, a very serious look on his face. “Ren.”
Ren quickly ducks into the room, but when Impulse starts to follow, Martyn blocks him. “Not you,” he says coldly. “Etho, stay with him, please.”
Impulse’s heart freezes. There’s only one reason Martyn would stop him from seeing his injured best friend.
Skizz has told him everything.
He takes a step back and bumps into something behind him, causing him to jump.
“What’s going on, Impulse?” asks Etho casually, an only-just-discernible undertone of danger in his voice. “You seem a little tense.”
“My best friend almost died,” Impulse replies coldly, but even he can tell his words are unconvincing.
“Indeed. I wonder how that happened?”
“I don’t like what you’re implying, Etho. Why would you have any reason to suspect me?”
Etho just folds his arms and says nothing, infuriating Impulse. “You said I was the only person on this server you really trust!”
“That was before I joined these guys. I’ve had a weird feeling in my stomach about you for a while, Impulse. Something hasn’t felt right since this whole thing started, but I assumed it was just me trying to apply rationality to this irrational world. But one thing never changes, Impulse. No matter how much you try to change it.”
Impulse falls silent, scowling at the ground. He’s already given away too much in his tone and expression.
He glances sideways at Etho, who has his eyes fixed on the door Ren and Martyn went through. Realisation dawns on him: Etho isn’t expecting him to put up a fight. Etho thinks he has nowhere to go.
Now is the time, then. He can’t afford to wait any longer; when Ren and Martyn come back out here, it’s over. Impulse knows he can’t take on three people at once. This is his last chance to escape alive.
So when Etho shifts position a few seconds later, Impulse strikes. Before he can react, Impulse sweeps Etho’s legs out from under him and shoves him into the wall as he’s falling. Without waiting around to see the result of his attack, Impulse takes off running.
He makes it out of Renchanting and is just about to run down the hill towards the crastle when an arrow whizzes by him, nicking the sleeve of his t-shirt and causing him to lose his balance. Suppressing a scream, Impulse topples down the hill and lands in the shallow river at the bottom. He tries to continue onward but has to stop as he puts weight on his left foot and realises he must have twisted his ankle during his fall.
Gritting his teeth through the throbbing pain, he looks up in time to be able to dodge another arrow fired at him by the figure on top of Dogwarts’s wall.
He has to keep going.
Every step on his left foot is agony but he pushes himself on, half-galloping down the hill on the other side, the crastle in his sights.
“Bdubs!” he shrieks as he draws near, his heart racing. The Red Army is likely right behind him. “BDUBS!”
The person he’s calling rushes out of the castle over the drawbridge just in time to catch Impulse as he finally loses his balance and pitches forward.
“Impulse! You’re soaking wet!? What the-?!”
“Th- They’re coming for me,” he croaks. His eyes flicker up and he spots two faces in the windows on the second floor. It’s time for the performance of his life. “Dogwarts turned on me! They think I killed Tango and Cleo a-a-and made you kill Joel!”
“What?!” gasps Bdubs. “That’s ridiculous! Why would they think that?!”
“I-I don’t know but th- They’re gonna kill me, Bdubs…!”
“Not on my watch!”
Bdubs quickly ushers Impulse inside the crastle and into the waiting arms of Jimmy. Together, the two guide Impulse upstairs and lay him down in the bed Grian has placed in a position safely away from the slit windows.
“What happened, Impulse?” Bdubs asks softly. “How did they turn on you?”
Impulse takes a shaky breath. “Something happened to Skizz. He… He got attacked. Then he told everyone it was me and that I’d killed Tango and Cleo and manipulated you into killing Joel.”
“First of all, that’s utterly ridiculous,” Bdubs snaps. “I killed Joel because he was about to kill you. And second, why on earth would you want to kill Tango or Cleo?”
“I-I think you might’ve been right, Bdubs. I th-think Etho was responsible for Cleo’s death. And now he’s got Dogwarts trying to make me a scapegoat.”
Bdubs’s gaze darkens. “Despicable little-.”
“BDOUBLEO!”
“Stay there,” says Bdubs.
He strides to the window, flanked by Grian and Scott, armed with his crossbow. “What do you want, Ren?”
Down on the ground, having left Skizz in the care of BigB, stand Ren, Martyn, and Etho, staring up at the castle. The latter two hold bows, while Ren is armed with a sword and shield.
“We know Impulse is hiding out in there,” Ren announces, with the regal but dangerous air of a king. “Hand him over to us, Bdubs.”
“No way in hell,” Bdubs snaps back. “He told me everything!”
“We can guarantee you he did not,” responds Martyn steadily. “Not the truth, anyway. He’s using you, Bdubs.”
“YOU’re the ones using HIM! As a scapegoat!”
“Impulse isn’t the angel you think he is, Bdubs,” Etho says darkly. “You’re protecting the person who killed Cleo.”
“No, YOU killed Cleo,” snarls Bdubs. “And I bet you killed Tango too and tried to blame it on me! You’re just trying to frame anyone you can so you can get away with it!”
Despite the pain and stress he’s experiencing, Impulse can’t help feeling proud of himself. The seeds of doubt and suspicion he’s sown between Bdubs and Etho are paying off now.
“Bdubs.” Ren’s voice drops slightly as emotion creeps into his tone. “He attacked his best friend and left him to die. If we hadn’t found him in time, Skizz would have succumbed to his injuries alone and terrified in the middle of nowhere, murdered by his own best friend.”
“What exactly is Impulse’s motive supposed to be, here?” Scott asks suddenly. “You say he killed Tango and Cleo, orchestrated Joel’s death, and tried to murder Skizzle. Why exactly would he want to do that?”
“Skizz claims Impulse said it was because Tango “knew too much” about something,” Martyn says. “Some kind of secret that Impulse is keeping. And that Cleo’s and Joel’s deaths were “necessary to push the war forward”. That’s his motive, Scott. Impulse wants war, and he doesn’t care who he hurts to get it.”
“We ARE talking about the same Impulse, right?” demands Bdubs. “Our Impulse? The sweetheart who wouldn’t hurt a fly? Are we sure Skizz didn’t just misremember? He's a little unreliable like that. Maybe he said it was someone else who-.”
“Don’t you dare!” Martyn bursts out suddenly, his voice filled with the most venom anyone had ever heard it. “Don’t you DARE say that! You weren’t there, Bdubs! You didn’t have to fix his broken ribs and his fractured neck and his shattered arm! You weren’t there when he finally woke up after several minutes of crying out and panicked breathing like he was having a nightmare! You didn’t hear the way he cried, how terrified he was when he told me what happened, the raw agony in his voice! That’s not the demeanor of someone who MISREMEMBERED! Skizz has gone through hell today and it’s all Impulse’s fault! So I’m not leaving here without his head, in one form or another!”
“YEAH!” Ren yells in agreement, hitting his sword against his shield. “No more arguments. No more wasting time. If you don’t give us Impulse right NOW, we will declare war on you and take him by force.”
Inside the crastle, Impulse’s heart skips a beat. This is it: the moment of truth. Either everything he’s been working towards will finally come to fruition… or Bdubs will hand him over and he will die.
Bdubs straightens up, a steely look of determination appearing in his eyes.
“Then consider us at war.”
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Lambient Nights ~ K. Bakugou
Author's Notes ♡: Hey guys, it’s me, ya girl and I’m back with another collab this week! I really loved this masquerade idea and I hope I tackled it in a modern way. It’s kinda all over the place but the smut was immaculate (ha sorta ).･ﾟﾟ･(／ω＼)･ﾟﾟ･.! This is nice and heated, I liked making Bakugou his common aggressive self with a bit of tenderness so ʕ⊙ᴥ⊙ʔ. I hope I did a decent job with this wonderful idea , I tried to make a modern masquerade but I feel like I failed 😅 anyway I hope you enjoy reading this and much as I did writing it ~ bunny ❥
Warnings : NSFW!!! (◎_◎;)
Semi public sex, female oral, Big Dick Baku , Dom! Bakugou, name calling , Bakugou cursing as usual
Word count : About 2.2 k!
Paring(s) : Katsuki Bakugou x F! Reader
Enjoy ♡
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Number 2 Hero GorundZero!
Youre invited to the annual Midnights Masquerade
Meet around the back at the Twili Castle
Have your masks and outfits ready
Make sure you bring a friend or that special one tonight ~
Madam Midnight
Bakugou lets out a deep sigh, setting the dark paper down on the counter as he let out a growl, sparking up his kitchen counter. “Damnit!” He yelled as he glared at the mocking note. With a huff, he picked up his phone, calling up some of his friends. “Shitty hair, did you get one of these things too?” Bakugou yelled as his red haired and laughing counterpart answered his question “Well hello to you too Bakubro! I did, I'm planning on inviting Mina , she said she always wanted to go to one of those Masquerade Balls, She'll probably leave me for the girls anyway! Why don't you bring that one girl.. What was her name, Er Cassy? Carie? Camie? Yeah Camie! Why dont bring her?” Kirishima rambled. “ Hell NO, she's been dating some guy from their old highschool, that big wind brute. They've been dating, and me and her were a fling a while ago , why they hell would you even say that?” Bakugou huffed as Kirishima laughed once again, stopping his yelling blonde friend. “How about [ ]?” Kirishima said as the blonde on the other side fell silent, making the red haired friend call out to him again, a grunt falling from his lips as Kirishima questioned him again. “Sooo…[ ] ? what about her?”Bakugou responded with an uncommonly quiet tone “She probably would, but not with me..” Kirishima stopped and tried to figure out why his usually confident friend was so self conscious “Why do you say that? She'd probably love to go with you!’ With a deeper sigh Bakugou continued , “Yeah She’d love to go to that shitty thing , but it's stupid.” Kirishima couldn't help but laugh at his friend's conflicted feelings. “Bakugou, ask her and tell me what she say and we'll see you guys tonight okay?” Kirishima sia dand before his explosive friend could argue anything with him he hung up, prepared to deal with the aftermath of his best friend.
[ ] hearing her phone ring from her bedroom , running from her bathroom up the stairs to the room,she saw the iconic “angry pomeranian” lighting up her screen. With a laugh she picked up the phone. “Well hello Katsuki, how are you today?” A grunt on the other line made her laugh harder as the blonde finally spoke. “What are you doing later?” He gruffed out as [. ] stopped, biting her lip as she thought about the context of his question. “Hmmmm nothing, I’m probably gonna cook later and just hang out with Mina. Why? Aww Katsuki are you finally going to admit you like me?” With a crash coming from the other line she heard Bakugou yell. “OW. HEY DUMBASS I DONT LIKE YOU WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE” with a howling laugh she calmed down and waited for the reason the angry blonde called her in the first place. “Sigh..well since you’re not doing shit, coming with me to this shitty masquerade party” [. ] squealed out as she hopped off her bed as he told her the details and who’s masquerade it was. “YOU of all people got an invite to Midnights’ Masquerade? Count me in! I’ll be your date!” With a sigh Bakugou agreed to pick her up at 8:00. As they hung up [. ] couldn’t help help the giddy feeling pooling up in her stomach as she got dressed quickly, heading to the store for her outfit for the night.
Promptly at 8:00 , Bakugou pulled up to her house, sighing as he looked at himself. All black everything, he hated the suit jacket Kirishima kept trying to give him so he decided to go with a vest and opt in a black button up instead of the white one the shop had. Looking down as he scrolled through his phone he heard a door shut as heels clicked down the driveway of the rather pretty house he was in front of. Looking up from his phone he saw one of the prettiest sights he’d even seen. Sure he’s seen his fair share of women of all types and ways of life but something clicked seeing [. ] come from her door. A long black low cutting dress framed her body as long curls fell down her back. She ran to his car and got in, dramatically falling against the seat. “Who knee dressing up took work” she said as she looked at the usually angry blonde beside her, that unusually head a unreadable face. “What?” [. ] said as Bakugou snapped out of his trance, grumbling as he stepped on the gas, headed to the mysterious mansion on the invite.
“Look at you mamas!” Mina called out to [. ] as she hugged her, the two laughing together as they took in their appearances. “Look at YOU, even with the mask on your adorable Mina! Where are the other girls at?” [. ] laughed as the pink girl took her hand. “The others are inside. We can let the brutes talk to eachother.” She said as she gestures to Kirishima and Bakugou, walking into the mansion. “This place is huge..it’s nice though” Kirishima started as he looked to Bakugou who was paying him no attention, watching the duo of girls walk into the main doors, vermilion eyes staring at the girl he came with. “ Yknow if you want you could catch up to her?” Kirishima suggested as the blonde let out a gruff. “Shut up. Let’s get this shitty night over with.” Bakugou said as Kirishima laughed, running to join his bestfriend. Throughout the night Bakugou joined his friends, the group of them talking about work, and watching their significant others wander and dance around the hall. While the others drained on about their life , Bakugou couldn’t help his rage boiling over as he watched [. ] roll her hips onto Mina , the two laughing and enjoying the night.
As he watched Mina go for a different girl to hit on, he saw a mystery man walk up and put his hands where minas were, letting her continue her actions. With pops of explosions coming from his hand he stomped to the girl, snatching her away from the guy as he took her to a nearby room, shutting and locking the door behind them. “Uh is there something wrong here Katsuki?” [. ] said with a slight slur as the older and towering blonde stepped to her.
“What the hell was that!? You let that extra put his dirty hands all over you, you’re here with me no one can touch you but me” He growled out as [. ] scoffed, stepping right back to him. “Like you care now Katsuki , I was with Mina not some random” She said as she tried to get past him. Grabbing her arm , Bakugou turned her back to him as he put her onto the bed in front of them. “Oh no sweetheart, there was a nobody touching you, and it seems you want me to let everyone know how much I actually care about you.” He started as she looked at him confused. “I’ve liked you since last year you dumbass..and now here we are with me admitting this stupid shit with you under me” Bakugou said as [. ] blinked , a slow grin coming to her lips. Unknowing to him , the incident he witnessed was planned out by her devious friend herself. Mina let it be known that she , Kirishima and everyone knew the hidden feelings he had for her, and giving him a little show should spark him and his feelings to be admitted. And they were right.
“Oh Suki..I’m glad you’re finally admitting it. Now shut up and make me yours”
And with that fateful sentence, Bakugou pinned her arms to the bed, kissing her lips quickly as she let out a gasp , wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Deepening the kiss, Bakugou crawled over her, picking her legs up and wrapping them around his waist. Pulling away Bakugou smirked , pulling the dress up and off of her revealing the orange and black lingerie underneath. “Well damn baby, seems you wrapped my gift up already..you planned this shit didn’t you?” Bakugou snarled as [. ] bit her lip and giggled, opening her legs wider. “Why don’t you unwrap it” she said , revealing that the underwear had an opening through the crouch, revealing her glistening and puffy lips to the hot head. “Fuck…” Bakugou whispered as he pushed her legs up and opened. “Can I have a taste babygirl?” He said as his voice dropped octaves , causing a shiver to go down [. ]’s spine. Shaking her head for permission, Bakugou snapped his wrist, lighting the straps off of her underwear and pulling them off. “Hey!” She started as she was soon cut off from complaining when a warm mouth sucking at her clit. “F-fuck...Suki” she moaned out as Bakugou smirked, popping off her clit. “Shut up shitty woman , I’ll buy you as much shit as you want. Right now I wanna fuck you so the whole place know who you belong to..I want you fuck you silly yeah? So be quiet or I’ll make the after party even worse” And with that he continued, sucking her clit , soon putting a thick and warm finger inside, then another, rolling his tongue diligently again her nub as she whimpered and moaned out, pulling the blondes hair as she rocked her hips against his lips, Bakugou letting out a growl as she sped up his actions, doubling down on his actions as he felt [. ]’s hips jerk, her orgasam flooding her senses as she screamed out as it hit, her pussy gushing as her body fell down onto the bed. With a smirk Bakugou snapped up, pulling her clit up as he came from off of her. “Geez you made a mess slut...Ready for the main course?”
He laughed as he rubbed at his tent in his pants, a spot forming on his dress pants as he pulled his zipper and pants down, showing his throbbing and heavily length. “Well sheesh..I know you were packing but geez Suki...you’re gonna split me in half with something like that..” [. ] laughed nervously as Bakugous’ smirk widened “or I’ll give you a nice stretch. I promise, you’ll be nice and full..and I won’t hurt you okay?” He said as he leaned down to kiss her temple “only if you want it” he finished off with as [. ] smiled softly. “Of course I want it , I’m just surprised. At least your attitude matched what your packing” she laughed as he rolled his eyes, grabbing her hips and flipping her to her stomach as she gasped. “Don’t worry, I’ll treat you like the good little bitch you are” He said, pulling her closer as he smacked her clit with the head of his dick, grunting as he slid between her wet walls, moaning out as the girl underneath him whimpered, pushing her hips to meet his.
“Fuck yes..take this dick baby” Bakugou said as he started to push his hips against hers, spreading her ass as he watched him disappear between her legs, his pride growing as he heard her little noises and moans spurring him on to go faster and harder. As she threw her hips back to match his Bakugou reached down and rubbed her clit from behind, her walls closing tighter as she screamed out at the sudden simulation, her eyes rolling back as he smacked her ass and soon after reaching up to pull her hair back to him, her back against his chest as he continued to rub her clit, pumping into her as his other hand slid to her neck, keeping her against him.
“Take it pretty slut, let them know who’s doing this to you...you’re close, I can tell by how tight you keep getting..let it out baby..and I’ll make you feel even better once we get home” [. ]’s mouth dropped open as she moaned out, Bakugous name fumbling from her lips as he bit down on her neck , pushing her over the limit.
With a whine of Bakugous name she came, falling forward as she shook in oversimulation. As she clamped down on Bakugou it pushed himself over the edge as he came into her, grunting as she get even tighter “Fuck..you wanted me to come in you hun? Damn..to know my girl was such a little cumslut..I’ll have to remember that for later” He chuckled as he pulled out of her. “Let’s try to wrap this little party up..then I can give you the real show later..”
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Go to the Bathroom Todoroki!
I've been a little obsessed with characters in desperation situations ever since I started watching My Hero Academia. And I thought why don't I make one? Inspired by a lot of fan fictions.
It was a normal day at U.A. High School, a prestigious school where top heroes used to attend, like Shota Aizawa, Evandor Todoroki, and All Might! Every kid dreams of becoming the most popular, most Richest, and best hero of all time, with that being said, let's go!
It was 1am in the morning when Todoroki got up to get a glass of water, with the nightmares from childhood trauma, he can barely sleep, on top that, he had to pee 3 1/2 hours later at 4:30am when felt a ping of left over fluids.
Most people would just get up and pee, but Todoroki on the other hand, just slept it off. What I heard was that he has a shy bladder, I'll add the sources at the end of this fanfic. Because of Evandor's teaching methods, he hadn't been potty trained properly, which led him to many accidents for his parents to deal with. He isn't as abusive as before, but this really impacted years later.
(Damn, I need to pee, ugh I can hold it, how bad can it be? Well as long as no one notices I'll be fine)! Todoroki thought to himselfhe squirms in his bed. A lot harder than you think Shouto! Anyways..... A couple more hours has passed as he woke up with bags under his eyes looking like Shoto Aizawa after using his earasure quirk one too many times already.
"Morning Todoroki! How are you......" His classmate Midoriya trailed off seeing how absolutely exhausted he was. "Uh, dude you alright? You look like Mr. Aizawa after using his eraser quirk way too many times! God he really take break once in awhile." Kirishima pointed out staring him down. "Yeah, didn't get enough sleep or did Bakugou do something to mess up like yesterday. Can't believe he used both sides of your powers against you!" Sero said thinking
"Yeah I heard he's under 2 weeks of house arrest for that one! That'll teach him to not bully others!" Karmarani said laughing. "I'm fine, I wasn't prepared, but now I know what ice and fire feels like, ouch..." Todoroki groan in pain. Yesterday's fight was hectic, Bakugou and Todoroki were facing each at the field of U.A., Bakugou found a pattern, and use his powers against him unaware of the consequences.
Mr. Aizawa gave him 2 weeks of house arrest due to unfair advantages, Todoroki did his best not show he had to go bad, avoiding holding his crouch or crossing his legs. " Yeah and he was fighting saying: "Die You icy hot, die in hell if I care!" Mineta mocked him which caused a huge explosion.
"I can hear all of you! And so what?! I'm just gaining victory! Now which assholes are talking trash about me!" Bellowed the hot head blonde. All of the boys just stood there with fear, while Todoroki tried to keep is posture and his desperation under control at the same time. "Whoa Bakugou, you need to calm down, no reason to cuss everyone out." He said calmly.
"Shut up you icy hot dumbass, I don't need your lecture! And go get some sleep you look like that Eraserhead bastard after using his quirk on us!" (How can he tell that I was tired, must be the bags under my eyes) he thought you himself. Bakugou rolls his eyes and walks into the stall behind them, "That guy needs a chill pill!" everyone else agrees silently and continues getting ready in silence.
Todoroki, waited for everyone to leave as he has shy bladder, he was already desperate at this point, at least relieve himself once so he wouldn't have to go again. But what he doesn't know is that Bakugou was still in there, the minute he was about step into the stall, he hears: "Going to piss Icy hot?" "Uh huh? Bakugou still in there..." "Of course you icy hot bastard! What do you expect?!" Bakugou yelled.
Todoroki broke into a sweat, anyone but Bakugou in there, he had no idea how to get out of this one.... " Uh what?! No I just came to grab a tissue, how can you even see from in there?!" Todoroki exclaimed trying to keep his bladder under control. "I'm no idiot, and under a 2 week house arrest, just recognize your pajamas, and slippers." He pointed out.
"I'll just go then, bye!" Todoroki said running out of there immediately. "Come back here you half 'n half bastard! I know you're lying!" Bakugou shouted running out of the stall and washing his quickly as he tried catch up to him. Sadly, he didn't succeed....
(Okay, too close for comfort but he's on to me now, thank god for that house arrest! Thank you Mr. Aizawa!) Todoroki thought. 4 hours has passed, and he grew more, more, and more desperate, he should've gone to bathroom, but he'll pay for his poor decision later. (Yeah I know it's a bit cruel)....
Mr. Aizawa was busy lecturing them on the laws of heroes, and how to obtain their heroes license, Todoroki knew he should've not had that large smoothie for breakfast, he really had to go now! But he would refuse to pee most of the time, plus thanks to his father's training he learned to hold it long periods of time, but even if he's at his dorm or home he wouldn't go. Not unless he can't take it no more or is forced to.
This didn't go unnoticed by Midoriya and Kirishima, who then asked if somethings wrong, of course he nods no; the last thing he needs is to force or notify the teacher. Not happening on his watch! Speaking of watch it was 11:22am, 38 minutes til lunch time, he could go then, but being bladder shy is no picnic! 15 minutes has passed since was he was asked if he was okay, Kirishima and Midoriya asked him again, but once again he said no....
20 minutes later...... Todoroki seriously had to go, and he knew it was making it obvious for his closet friend and classmate that he's obviously not okay which brings me to this......
"He's obviously not okay! He's literally squirming in seat right now!" Kirishima said with a worried look on his face. "Yeah, something's up this wouldn't be the 1st time he did this...." Midoriya said. 12-18 minutes later has passed class has finally ended, and Todoroki got off scoff free, and with dry pants, it so he thought.....
While Aizawa was teaching, Kirishima and Midoriya had been brainstorming on what's wrong with their friend, and how to get him to he's not fine, this is where things get interesting.... Todoroki walks pass the boys bathroom, but gets pulled in by the shoulder immediately without warning.
"What the hell?! What are you guys doing?!" Todoroki exclaimed crossing his legs from behind. "Sorry man, but knowing that kept denying you're fine, lying to others, and squirming and fidgeting all day makes pretty clear you need something...." Krishima said. "So why here?!" Todoroki wondered losing control of himself.
"We want to talk to you in private, so we don't embarrass you if course! Though maybe not exactly...." The green haired boy said ending up rambling on. They both sighed he does this everytime he's trying to solve or thinking about something out loud. "Hey I come on I'm.....nnnnng....aaaaag!" Todoroki grimaces in pain. He's been holding himself for so long that it eventually got to him.
He felt a twing of bladder pain, causing him to double over, holding his stomach. He's been hiding so well, but it won't last long, he got caught this time, he must've let his guard down earlier when he was fidgeting. He started crying saying: Agh, it hurts so bad, guh ow..." "Todoroki!" "I'm going to get help, you get him into the stall, he needs to pee!" Kirishima called out snapping Midoriya out of his rambling gaze.
"Okay, got it I figured it out already anyways! Come on, you're in pain already." "What makes you guys think I need to....aaaaaggg! Don't worry I'.......guh ow...." "I-I-I c-c-can't take it a-a-anymore." Todoroki was on verge of having an accident and a mental break down.
"Come on I got ya, let's go!" Midoriya said helping him up. A few minutes later, Kirishima came back with Karminari and some extra pants just in case, they set down by the stall and they'll see them later at lunch. Todoroki was severely embarrassed, he couldn't believe he let his guard down and now they know.....
On top of that after discovering he has a shy bladder, Midoriya knew he might try to run out, so he stood by the stall door with his arms crossed. "You're not letting me out til I pee correct?" He asked. "Yep, plus we've seen you do this too many times before already, didn't think we didn't noticed?" Todoroki's face turned pale with horror, Midoriya must've been watching him after becoming friends.
No one noticed this behavior before, because he learned how to mask his need to pee, but Midoriya must've figured out him out. It made very clear to him that Midoriya's going to pay attention for now on, and talk to him about when to take a break.
"Next time try using the bathroom during school, still you can't held it in all night and morning, we were worried sick about you! You could've gotten a bladder infection!" Midoriya said as Todoroki relieves himself.
"Are you going to be okay or do you want to see Recovery Girl?" He asked him; "No I'll be fine thank you Midoriya!" Todoroki said politely rejecting his offer. Todoroki joins the others for lunch, and never spoke of what happened.
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Chapter 40
THE ROAD SO FAR
It's not that hard to say goodbye. But it's really sad for the notable few who enjoyed it.
The SIXth Ship
"Alex"
Sierra Leone, Africa
"Echo 3 - 1 to Hunter One One. We have confirmed the presence of a suspected SAM Turret. Advising not to deploy air support until it's down, over." Alex muttered over the radio as he lowered his scope.
"Copy that, Three One. We'll stand by for your go signal." Roach replied as Alex signaled his team to move forward, covering Alpha Team's six.
"This place is suspiciously quiet." Price muttered over comms.
"It's 5 am. Bad guys probably needed sleep too." Alex commented, scoping on what's head of Team Alpha.
"Well, I want Volt awake, so I could beat Nero's location out of him." Price spat.
"Guardhouse on the east. Single guard, fast asleep."Alex shot his suppressed rifle as the guard dropped to the ground.
"Good Night."
"I'm hearing an engine starting on our east." Soap whispered as Alex turned his scope east. There was indeed a truck load of food arriving at their base.
"Civilian delivery truck." Alex warned.
"Let him pass. He'll notice the dead guard and run." Price predicted and it actually happened as the innocent driver sped off away from the base.
"How long till he calls the cops?" Alex asked.
"Never. France already bribed the guy." Soap answered.
"What?" Alex was puzzled.
"Welcome to Africa." Soap chuckled and they hid into the supply truck while Price drove inside.
"Alright, we're in. Soap and France should plant charges on SAMs and Comms. Once their alarm rings we light things up." Price ordered as Alex's team advanced and circled the perimeter, protecting the gates.
"Where could Volt be hiding?" Alex asked.
"Could be anywhere. This base has lots of buildings." Rocket replied not far behind him.
"There are also six ships by the dock. He could be in one of those." Royce added.
"Alpha Team, we've got movement on your six. Looks like they're looking for their supply drop. They're by the truck and unloading their supplies." Alex warned as the three remained quiet.
"Tango by the guard house down." Rocket confirmed his kill as the body dropped on the ground.
"They're about to discover their dead allies. Prepare for the alarm!" Alex roared as their alarm system activated, dozens of troops from their camps emerged carrying weapons.
"Shit! I'm taking sniper fire by the rooftops!" Soap yelled over comms. Bravo team immediately turned their sights to the rooftops and took down the snipers with ease.
"There's no sign of Volt here. He must've woken up early. Rendezvous with me by the tower." Price muttered.
"Sir. This is Meat from Charlie Team. We've confirmed movement on the docks. No positive ID of Volt yet."
"Copy that meat. Proceeding to the docks." Price said as gunfire echoed through his comms.
"Seeing multiple reinforcements from the gate!" Alex alerted as they attempted to shoot down armored cars loaded with more enemies.
"Alex! This area is compromised!" One of his allies suggested as smoke started to cover their forest.
"Shit! We'll have to meet up with them inside! Change to assault weapons and advance to the gate. You two cover our six using thermals." The two nodded as Alex switched to his assault rifle, advancing towards the gate, taking down reinforcements as they arrived.
"Price? Soap? France? Sitrep?" He roared through comms as his team was now barraged with heavy fire as they hid for cover.
"This is Bravo Six. I made my way inside the last ship. Looks like he's trying to escape. France and Soap are by the docks taking heavy fire. I'll handle Volt from here. You hold out for extraction. It looked like we didn't have a choice." Price said.
Alex felt the heat of the explosion as the ground shook. Soap had detonated the charges they set and help was on the way.
"Roach!" Soap sounded hurt.
"Way ahead of you!" Roach said as the air support bombarded the base with grenade shells, blasting every enemy away as the ground troops recovered.
"Reloading for another round. Stand by." He said as the plane circled back.
"Okay team! Their numbers have reduced. Let's finish this." Alex informed his bravo team as they finished off the remaining waves of enemies, which were too resourceful as they also had attack hyenas, something they didn't expect.
"These dogs are furious!" One commented as they entered the gates, securing the whole base or what's left of it, for valuable intel.
"Echo Three One to Actual. Jack, it looked like they cleaned this place already."
"Actual to Three One. Looks like it. I guess their getaway ship had all his latest work."
"Charlie team found a way to follow them. Bravo team resume recon on the five ships." Jack commanded and the rest followed
"Copy that, Actual. Proceeding towards the ships with caution." Alex replied as they carefully pressed deeper into the base toward the pier. Alex wondered how many piers and ships had been involved on his missions. Looks like Nero doesn't trust air travel.
The ships were rusted and broken, but the components inside were new stacks of equipment possibly used for his bomb making.
"This sly guy hides his stuff inside these rusty ships." Alex reported, his voice echoed around the ship.
"We're all clear, Alex. This ship is empty of tangos." One of his allies reported.
"So are the other ones." Another one reported.
"We found the rest of Alpha team by the pier. Looks like Soap's injured." Said another.
"Copy that. Stay frosty. We have no visual of the entrance so reinforcements might arrive." Alex replied to everyone.
"Roger that." The rest of his team replied in unison. Roach's Air support chopper hovered ahead of them and followed the getaway ship, providing support to Capt. Price. Charlie team had borrowed some small boats to aid in Volt's capture.
"It's all up to him now." Alex muttered as they resumed securing the enemy base.
"So, how was your day?" Samantha smiled, slipping herself inside the covers as she lay down beside Alex. The tired man huffed out a sigh and looked at her beautiful girlfriend, whose eyes were staring at him longingly. It's been almost a month since the task force was created and they were on separate beds, but Alex always makes sure he sleeps over every time he's free.
"Oh, you know. The other kind of usual. We beat information out of Nero's bomb maker today." He said in an interesting tone.
"I know beating people is wrong, but when you've been played with by these kinds of people, it's kind of pleasant to the ears." She chuckled, her hand gliding on his arms and looked for his hands.
"Yeah. I'll never stop doing it until they get a taste of their medicine." Alex breathed and looked at Samantha. Her eyes that once looked blank and lost now looked happy. It was tragic how she just wanted to live a normal life but had everything taken away from her.
"What would you do when this is all over?" She asked, questioning his last statement.
"Well, I could finally take you out on a nice date. Maybe say hi to your dad or something." he blurted, making Samantha's eyes widen in surprise.
"Aww.." She smiled as she leaned in for a kiss, while Alex slowly lifted her so that she's now lying on top of him.
"Why is it that every kiss feels so different." She mused as she leaned for another one.
"Maybe because my love for you grows stronger every second?" He replied.
"Haha. You're funny." She said sarcastically.
"That I am." He grinned as they rolled over, giggling at whatever they were doing.
"I love you, Samantha." Alex whispered in the sexiest way that he could resulting to Samantha actually giggling in disbelief.
"I love you too, Alex." She replied.
"Now, go to sleep. I want you well rested for your work tomorrow." She added as she turned the lamp off. Alex groaned like a kid who doesn't want to go to bed yet.
"How can I sleep, when even in the dark, I could still see your pretty face." He whispered as Samantha laughed.
"Flattery will get you nowhere, mister." She said as she turned back, letting Alex hug her from behind. She always loved his warm embrace beside him, a feeling of security amidst all the times that she'd been kidnapped.
The next morning, Alex came back to the base after breakfast with Samantha. It has been a while since he had that and thought that it wouldn't hurt to go late once in a while.
"Where have you been?" Roach asked as soon as he got to the base.
"I overslept." he lied as Roach scoffed.
"You? Hahaha. Nice try. I know full well that no matter what happens you always wake up at the exact time." Roach laughed.
"Why? Is there something wrong with Volt?" Alex pressed on to the main topic at hand.
"The guy had a little fight. But he actually talked."
"Yeah? About what? Nero's location?"
"No. And This isn't like the official thing, it's just rumors. Price slept at the infirmary today and hasn't woken up yet. So the news is that his EMP tech is now capable of killing humans on a set radius."
"Shit." Alex hissed.
"I know. It could launch anywhere anytime and no one could hide from it. A whole new kind of killing weapon." Roach wondered, making them worry about what Nero's about to do.
"Volt better get talking soon."
"Yeah. He better." Roach approved with an encouraging voice.
Later that afternoon the whole 141 was briefed about a message sent from Nero himself. Thousands of humans, civilians and soldiers alike, were nuked just outside the American capital.
The blast didn't do much damage to infrastructure but machines and humans suffered more than ever. Some were able to withstand the mental damage while some were left in a trance state. Some who already had some form of mental problems suffered horribly and dropped dead on the streets.
It was estimated that about half a million people were affected as the nuke exploded by the ocean. Some say this was a miscalculation and others speculated that this was Nero's warning shot.
America had raised itself on high alert, any time Nero's troops would charge on American soil ignoring all authorities who wanted to stop him. This was it. His plan finally came to fruition.
As for the task force, they have located the main signal of the nuke's control. A place somewhere in Cuba. Alex and Jack knew this place was once visited by older CIA SAD members and rumors had it that one of their Black Ops comrades died there. It once housed the reverse engineered Greenlight nuke. Alex never told anyone in 141 about this as history would tend to repeat itself. He hoped that this was not the case.
This would be the lead that the rest of the task force will be focusing on. As the war rages, Alex was sure that the following days would be the toughest so, while waiting for any potential final lead and orders from above, they spent the rest of their time training for the final showdown against Nero.
Optional Chapter : The Fall of the Capital - Pvt. Ramirez
Next Chapter : FIVE Seconds
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Akatsuki Group Chat
Kakuzu: Guys! I found a time capsule!
Hidan: Oh wow so exciting tell me did you find dino doo in there or maybe Abe Lincolns hat?
Kakuzu: Shut the hell up and I found money in it a whole stash. The note said "To whoever finds this in the future help yourself and use it wisely :)"
Hidan: Ohhhh money now your talking
Kisame: Did you check to see if it was fake? We don't want another incident.
Kakuzu: Yesss I did and everything checks out. The serial number, date, everything.
Itachi: Mmmm
Tobi: So is it going to the Akatsuki funding?
Hidan: I mean yeah but, hows about we spend just a litttllee before boss comes on?
Tobi: I don't know-
Hidan: No one was asking you Tobi!
Deidara: Money huh? Yeah let's indulge in the high life for a little.
Sasori: Never say that again
Hidan: Who says your coming?
Deidara: Why not?
Hidan: The more the more to spend
Sasori: You should wait until boss comes back
Hidan: What's a little money? Besides the rest can go for the Akatsuki funding.
Kakuzu: I think we should save it
Hidan: OH COME ON I THOUGH YOU WERE ON BOARD
Kakuzu: Yeah but, our money is running low since we ya know blew up that diner
Hidan: Ughs you guys are no funnnnn
Zetsu has went online.
Zetsu: Pain will not be here until tomorrow
Zetsu has went into the nether.
Itachi: Guess we should get some rest then
Kisame: Yes
Everyone has went offline.
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Explosive Kid (Hidan POV)
Hidan: HEY
Hidan: You on?
Hidan: WAKE UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
Explosive Kid: WHHAAATTTTTTT! I was sleeping
Hidan: Wanna go and indulge in the high life?
Explosive Kid: Sure but, how are we gonna get the money.
Hidan: I'll sneak into his room you wait outside the window and boom night of debauchery! (Means luxury or indulgence in something btw)
Explosive Kid: Ok but, if we get caught this is on you
Hidan: We'll work out the details of that later
-------------------------------------------------Hidan sneaks into Kakuzu's room.
Kakuzu was turning in bed mumbling about something
Kakuzu: Bashira... Come bacckkk... no I'll never let you have my money....I'm about to break a bitch today.
Hidan: The fuck?
Hidan walks over to the picture and moves it out of the way revealing the time capsule.
Hidan: Strange this paper feels brand new and why does it have a smiley face like that did they even do that back then-
Deidara: COME ON! (Whisper shouting)
Hidan crawls out the window like a butterfly from it's cocoon. (This sounds weird why did I write this moving on)
Deidara: So where should we hit up first?
Hidan smiles.
They end up hitting the bar, ramen shop, diner, a clothes store and the bar again.
Deidara: How much do we have left?
Hidan: Ummmm I don't know
Deidara: I'd say about 1,000 (Which according to Google is 1,098.52 in Japanese currency might not be right)
Hidan: Damn we started off with 300 how did this happen?
Deidara: Don't know but, we better get back boss will be there any minute.
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They make it back and there they find all of he Akatsuki lookign at them.
Deidara: Something tells me we fucked up
Hidan: No shit
Kakuzu was laughing along with Kisame, and Itachi. Sasori looked disappointed.
Kakuzu: You fucking fell for it!
Sasori: I thought you were better then this Deidara
Hidan: Explain what the hell is going on!
Kisame: Tobi planted the time capsule we thought if you read the message you would know it wasn't real so when that didn't work Zetsu told you Pain wasn't coming which gave you the perfect opportunity-
Sasori: To go into the village and spend it all. Did you not hear us warning you?
Hidan: No we didn't you can't hear texts dumbass
Kakuzu: Wait Tobi planted it? And no one told me?
Kisame: Boss felt you were responsible enough to not fall for it
Kakuzu: Anyways when you were in the room talking about the paper and stuff you were onto us until Deidara came.
Itachi: I guess it does take two idiots to change a light bulb.
Hidan: Fuck off
Deidara: But, why???
Pain: A test of responsibility in which you all failed.
Tobi: I'm sorry what?
Itachi: What do you mean?
Pain: First off Kakuzu you shouldn't have told anyone you should have told me. Second instead of watching Hidan and Deidara because you know how they are and what they would do you all brushed it off. You should have at least sent me a text.
Kakuzu: Damn
Hidan: Who's the idiot now Itachi?
Itachi: Says the one who can't tell the differenced between real or fake money and it's still you
Deidara: I hate you guys
Pain: You two are suspended from duty and as for the rest of you let this be a lesson.
Hidan: SUSPENDED WHY?
Pain: Because that was actually our funding money.
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Dangerous Love (Pt. 08 of 13)
Pairing: Bruce Wayne (Batman) X Harley Quinn's sister!Reader
Word count: 2.9K
Summary: You're Harley Quinn's sister, Havoc, one of the many villain's of Gotham. But you've been caught, and has been tortured constantly for an year in Belle Reve. But when your think your life can't be anything else than the nightmare you find yourself into, Bruce Wayne, the Batman, takes you in for a project. He has a program to rehabilitate villains, and you're his lab rat. But soon enough confusing feelings start getting in the way. You know falling for Bruce is stupid. But can you keep your heart under control?
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Home isn't Always a Place
You're pushed forward, a gun on your back. You step down the ramp, the sunlight blinding you for a while. The headquarters were built here, in some sort of field. There as soldiers everywhere, and they're immediately aware of you. Of course they are, you're a threat. With a gun on your hand, seven bullets means seven men on the ground, crying in pain. You hardly miss.
“Sister!” A yell gets your attention, and you turn to its source. Harley comes running, throwing her arms around you. “So good to see you. Where have you been?”
In paradise. “Same place as I've been for the last year. Isn't it obvious?” Shrugging your shoulders casually, you try not to look to misplaced. Wait. Why would you look misplaced here?
“Well, now we get to have fun and some family bonding.” As she speaks, a soldier walking by gets her attention. “Hey, you. Can you help me with something?” She says in a flirting tone and walks away.
“Now it's a party.” A rough voice says, and you soon recognize the owner.
“Killer.” You greet him with a smile and a quick hug. “Nice to see you'll be here to have my back. Who else is here?”
“Deadshot is arguing with a soldier. Diablo is seated in some corner whining.” He smiles, gesturing at his left. “Long time no see. How's life?”
“Life's fine. As fine as it could be.” You start walking over where Deadshot is, watching as the soldier rolls his eyes. Floyd is gesticulating a lot, which means he's pissed.
“I won't have it like it was the last time. Now go, be a good puppy and tell this to your boss.” He says, turning his back at the man. “Havoc. Hi.” He says, exchanging a glance with Killercroc. “Ready for another stupid mission?”
“It's not like we have a choice, right? I–”
“Listen up, assholes! Your dirty things are in these boxes. So change and let's get the hell out of here. You have five minutes.” A man shouts, and everyone rolls their eyes.
You make your way to your things, and as you expected, your box is filled with your old clothes. All in shades of lilac, purple and pink. As usual, the soldiers just stand around you, not caring too much, as you change. You never liked that. Harley doesn't seem to care, and many eyes lay on her. But you do care. And you care a lot more now.
“Guys. A little help?”
Floyd and Killer grab some of the dark plastic bags that lie on the the floor, as you take a dark purple sleeveless jumpsuit. You move to stand near a wall, and the guys turn their backs at you, holding the bags high so you're shielded from anyone's eyes. They did the same on the first time, and you're very thankful for that.
“Thanks, guys. I'm done.” You tell them, fixing the jumpsuit on your body. The hard material makes you feel strong, like Havoc again.
“You're welcome.” Killer says.
“To the trucks! Now!” A man barks and you have no choice but to do as he says.
All of you go in the back of one of the trucks, together. Harley seems to be the only one excited about it, since she's trying to flirt with a soldier named Tom. You wonder what Joker would think about that. Oh. He's stuck on a bed for the rest of his life. He won't be saying anything, you bet.
As you move through the town, you can't help but think about what you did before leaving the house. The kiss. You can't believe you actually kissed him. What in hell were you thinking? You're very brave to do such a crazy thing like that. And you should've at least stayed to see his expression. To see if he was mad or not. But even if he didn't like it, you trust him enough to know he won't break his promise. He still keep helping you after you beat him up twice, so it's not a peck in the lips that will make him change his mind.
Being sure of this is a weird feeling. Your head is so much clearer now, you're not as scared as you were. And you're liking who you're becoming. This mission is just a inconvenience. It'll be over and you'll head back to the house, back to the way of getting a real life. A good life, a life you'll actually enjoy having.
You stop suddenly, and you're ordered out of the truck. “There's a small group here. Eyes open. They might have put mines here so... Don't blow up.”
You get two guns, one in your hand as you walk the perimeter. Harley stays close to Tom, but it doesn't bother you. You walk near Killercroc and Floyd, your head too far from this place.
“Hey.” Floyd elbows you. “Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I'm just... Thinking.” Shrugging your shoulders, you need to focus on being casual. “How's you daughter?”
“She's great. Best student of her class and she's in a hella good school. The best of Gotham.” He looks at the sides, making sure nobody is too close. Killercroc is a few steps ahead and he doesn't really care about these stuff anyways. “You will never guess who put her there. And also guaranteed her a good University, any one she chooses.”
“That's freaking amazing, Floyd. Who did all that?” It couldn't be Amanda. She's not that good.
“Batman.” The mention of Bruce makes you blush, your heart aching from his absence. You look down, running a hand through your hair.
“Batman? In like the man you hate with all your strength?”
“How can I hate someone who does that for my kid? No, no. I respect him. Even admire him now, doing this after I tried to kill him half a dozen times.”
“Floyd, he's...” You need to let out out your chest, and having someone to talk about it would be nice. And you know you can trust Floyd, even more now that his hate for Bruce is gone. So the words roll out your tongue in a whisper as you both stop walking. “...Batman is the one helping me... Rehabilitating me.”
“Oh. So the rumors are true. I knew they took you somewhere else, just didn't know where.”
“You two. Walk.” Someone says and you start moving again.
“Yes, he... I'm going well. I...” Floyd looks down at you, raising one eyebrow. “He said it was mostly just me, but he did help. He treated me with kindness, believed me. I don't know how to explain but I'm different.”
“I did notice something was off with you. But I'd never guess.”
“Really? I was trying to keep it cool.” As you speak, three man come from the corner, immediately shooting at you. You duck behind a car, peaking just enough to lay eyes on them and aim. But they're easily put down without you having to shoot.
“All clear!” Harley says, smiling.
“So...” You continue when you start walking downtown again. “I didn't want to come, but he promised me it would be the last time.”
“Uhm... He's making promises?”
“Yes.” You don't get his tone. “He's very kind to me. Unlike anyone else... He even threw me a birthday party.”
“Happy birthday by the way, and sorry it's a little late.” You turn the corner, carefully at first. “How kind?”
“Kind.” What else can you say? That his touch is so soft, so gentle that you couldn't help but fall in love with him? “He... Cares. I think.”
“You fell for him.” Floyd bursts out, and it's not even a question. It's an affirmative. How did he get there so fast?
But you're fast to dissimulate. “What? No.”
“It's called Stockholm Syndrome.”
“It's not like that!” You exclaim. “You know I've been kidnapped before. Twice by the Joker, who kept me hostage for five months... I did spent three of them just to play tricks on his mind and get some of his money but you get what I mean. Batman didn't held me hostage. He spoke to me, helped me get clean of the drugs they used to give me at Belle Reve, he... He won't let the door locked anymore. He wants me to be able to live in society again.”
“I was teasing you. But since you went into great lengths to defend your relationship with him... You did fell for him.”
“Shut up, Floyd.” You mutter, too much on your head. Increasing your pace, you reach Killer, walking beside him.
Your feelings are pretty clear, as much as you don't want to admit it. And hear it like that just makes it even worse. The kiss... All you think is about that kiss you shouldn't have given.
You're thankful when the action starts, because you have something else to focus on. It doesn't resumes in shooting, you eventually get into hand to hand combat. And you can deal with it pretty well. Of course, it's easier because the guys have your back. You guess they somehow noticed you have no pleasure on doing this anymore. Diablo, as usual, doesn't participate much.
When you stop, hours later, you feel your body complaining a little, but you know it'll get worse. But you also know you can deal with that. And you will, because this time you have somewhere nice to return to.
The commotion goes on for a couple of days. It gets messy, and it only gets worse when the granades start falling from the skies. You're all bruised up again, but not as bad as you were in the hell hole. How is it possible that you're in the middle of a war and you're not as much hurt as you were inside a prison?
As you approach the terrorists base, things get worse, and even the soldiers seem to get anxious. So that means they're extra evil to you. One of them denied you a bottle of water, what made Killercroc almost get his head blown out for arguing with the man. That reminds you that you don't have an explosive this time, but the soldiers told you they will put a bullet through your head if you try anything. But they can rest their minds because the only thing you want is to end this soon.
A week later, the soldiers decide to settle for the night, and push you into a half destroyed house. Harley uses all the hot water, so you have to endure the cold. But it feels good to clean up, and you can take a look at your wounds. A few cuts and purple bruises, nothing you can't deal with. The only bad part of the times you stop to rest a little before start moving again, is that your mind involuntary floats back to Bruce. You can't help it, everything comes back. When he left his gala to dance with you, the dreams, the birthday surprise, the kiss... Why can't you take this man out of your head?
You're alone in a room where half of the wall is down. The others are downstairs, but you want to be alone. You can see the stars from here, and you wonder if Bruce is staring at them too. “Hey, freak.” A soldier comes in, throwing a small radio at you, that looks like a very rustic cellphone. “Someone wants to speak to you. You have five minutes.”
Watching as he leaves, you lie back on the floor, approaching the radio from your ear and mouth. You know who it is, and your stomach goes crazy, with a thousand butterflies flying around.
“Hi.” He answers. “How are you?”
His voice is so familiar, like home. “I'm surviving. Enduring. Just want this to be over soon.”
“It will. And you'll be back here.”
“I hope so... We're near their base now. So only a couple of days more and we'll reach it. Take them down.” You close your eyes, hoping that his voice will be enough to make you dream of him tonight. You would give anything to have him here... Or to be back home. You mean, back at his house. “How's everything there?" Stupid question, he's fine, everything is fine.
“It's weird not to have you here.”
A smile comes to your lips. “Is it?” You whisper, taking a deep breath. You're scared you'll lose control, and the words will roll out your tongue. “Our time is almost over but... Thank you, I... It's good to speak to you.”
“Just remember I'm waiting for you.” You hear his heavy breath, as if he's suffering too, tired, exhausted.
Then you hear a little static, and you know he's gone... There's a weight on your chest and you can't help but let a single tear roll down your cheek. You keep the radio near your face, as if you could hold Bruce with a little longer. “I miss you so much.” You say, barely recognizing your weak voice.
“I miss you too.” The sudden answer scares you, your eyes widened.
“I- I thought you hanged up.”
“No, I'm still here. And I miss you very much, sweetheart.”
The pet name makes you lose it, and now you're crying. “Bruce, I–”
“Time's up, Havoc.” The soldier comes back, hand reached out. “Say goodbye to your protector.”
“I gotta go. I... I miss you.” You burst out before another sentence, far more dangerous, leaves your lips. You give the man the radio back, curling up on the floor, bracing yourself.
From tomorrow, you'll fight harder. You need to go back.
• • •
“Their base–” The soldier who announces is shot in the throat, right beside you. You're duck behind the barricades, waiting for the big guns to arrive. You cannot approach with the risk of being blown up, and they're not allowed to spend you just yet.
“That's it. Shoot to kill, that's an order.” The commandant yells, and the bodies start dropping faster. But not from your gun. You keep aiming for their knees, but another bullet always finds the man you leave collapsed on the floor. “Are you deaf, slut?” He barks at you, leaving his post and pulling you up by the shoulders. “Don't you think you can trick me just because the Bat took you into his wings. Do what you do best and kill those terrorists.”
“I don't kill, sarg.” You tell him, making your way back to your post. But the grabs your arm violently, squeezing right on a wound you got. You groan, trying to pull away.
“You don't kill? Nice try. You will do as I say!” He yells right to your face, and you can feel his disgusting breath. But you won't back down, and you won't take a life just because he told you to.
“I don't kill.” You repeat, standing as tall as you can, head up raised up to look the man in the eye.
His gun makes sudden contact with your face, in the apple on the right cheek. Your head jerks to the side, and you're knocked down, a sharp pain spreading through the skull.
“Hey! Leave her alone!” Killercroc comes running, and you see through the corner of your eyes as he engages in a fight with the man.
You're done here. Crawling away from the fight, you hide yourself behind a building, seated on the floor and resting your back against the wall. They seem to be dealing with that very well, so they don't need you. You're tired of fighting, tired of being in pain.
“Havoc?” Floyd calls, startling you a little. “Are you ok? Your cheek is–”
I'm (Y/N). “Yes, I'm ok. But I'm not going back there.”
“You'll have to tell them you're feeling unwell or else–”
“I don't care, ok? I just need to go back home. I'm sick and tired of this shit.” You burst out.
“Home?” He questions, not seeming too excited to head back to the battlefield.
“Yeah, just... I'm confused, I'm hurt. I'm not thinking straight.”
“I have to head back. Sorry.”
Nodding, you close your eyes, taking in the explosions and shooting. The only thing you want is peace now, silence... Bruce's arms. A heavy, cold rain starts falling, and you're soaking wet in a matter of seconds. Your head spins around, and you lie down, eyes closed tight.
Suddenly, you're pulled into a heavy sleep.
• • •
“Lucky bitch. We should be taking her back to where she belongs.” A rough voice wakes you up, and you sit up, eyes opening slowly. You're in a truck, in the back, on the metal floor. Your hands are tied by huge metal handcuffs, that cover both hands, reaching the middle of your forearm. It's heavy.
“Let's teach her a lesson. Just like old times.” A man say, and you recognize two out of six, both were your guards in Belle Reve.
“Don't leave too many bruises. She'll be with Batman in ten minutes, he'll notice.”
Ten minutes... You're going back. This truck in taking you back. Lowering your head, you smile, breathing deeply.
“She was with the Task Force. He'll think she got them there.”
“Fine then.” You're pulled back, a dark, heavy fabric covering your head. “This is just to remind you of who you are, Havoc.”
“And to give you a nice memory of home.”
The beating starts, and your body easily collapses to the floor again. But you're lifted up, again and again. You should fight. You should do something, but you can't. You're not the superpowerful girl you thought you were. You break too, and you get hurt. And you are hurt, with countless cuts and wounds through your body. When you were high on whatever they gave you, you could keep moving. Now you can't. Being vulnerable, weak, feels awful, but there's just no strength in you. You just need to make it through the last ten minutes that separate you from home.
Home.
When exactly did the house became that?
Or is it Bruce? Is he the one becoming your home? Is it even possible? You hope it is.
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i wish that i knew what makes you think i'm so special
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more klaus/dave but this time it’s hurt/comfort bc i like to suffer :) title from love like you from steven universe
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The ghosts were worse at night. It was quiet, no sound but insects and birds and explosions in the distance. Klaus kept his eyes open and he saw the mangled corpses of soldiers and civilians crowding him from every angle; he closed his eyes and he saw his father, saw Ben’s death over and over, saw Dave dying every kind of horrible death imaginable.
He decided the corpses were preferable to his own imagination.
But sometimes his exhaustion got the better of him. It had been three days since he’d last slept. Even when Dave fell asleep in his arms, when they snuck out to the jungle, Klaus didn’t dare to rest his eyes. God knows what would go wrong if they were both sleeping alone out there. So Dave had insisted they stay at the camp tonight, and that Klaus at least try to sleep.
Klaus tried so hard not to give in. He had gotten quite used to the ghosts around here, and as long as he ignored the ones that were men he’d known, his soldier buddies that had died too early, he could manage them well enough. But fighting in a war was tiring, and Klaus had to admit that this cot was more comfortable than the jungle floor, and although he missed Dave’s arms, he could hear the man snoring quietly in the cot across from his, and he could feel his eyes closing…
dave’s hands cradled his face. it was nice. klaus leaned in to kiss him, but before he could, dave crumpled to the ground in front of him, blood streaming from his mouth.
‘dave!’
through the blood, he tried to speak. tried to say goodbye to klaus.
‘you’re…’
klaus nodded at him frantically, encouraging him to talk.
‘you’re my greatest disappointment, number 4.’ the blonde curls turned to gray hairs, and the body that had been lifeless a moment ago was now all too alive. his father’s hands were around his throat, choking him.
he couldn’t breathe. couldn’t think. he needed dave.
klaus saw his siblings in the fading edges of his vision. they said nothing as reginald squeezed the life out of their brother.
in his final moments of consciousness, klaus heard a voice that belonged either to ben or to dave.
‘better him than us.’
Klaus woke up screaming. He clutched at the blanket around him, trying to remember where he was.
Dave was next to him in an instant. “Klaus!”
Klaus looked at Dave. Dave was here. Klaus was here. They were both alive. How?
“Hey, hey, take some deep breaths, ok? I’m here, you’re gonna be okay.” Dave moved his hand to Klaus’ back and rubbed it gently.
Klaus heeded his instructions, and after a few shaky breaths, the heat of the Vietnam night air made its way into his lungs and he felt his brain start to work again.
“Dave.” He reached a trembling hand up to touch his boyfriend’s cheek.
“Klaus, what happened?”
“Ah, nothing new. Just nightmares. Ghosts. The usual.” Klaus waved a dismissive hand. “Come ‘ere.” He pulled Dave up off from his spot kneeling on the ground and tugged him down onto the bed next to him.
“Woah, hold on.” Dave stood up again. “You know we can’t do that here. Your screaming probably woke some others up, and they can’t see us.”
“Fuck that, I wanna kiss you.” Klaus grabbed at Dave. He knew somewhere in the back of his brain that Dave was right, but he was tired and scared and shaken from his dream and he needed to touch Dave.
“Klaus.” Dave wrapped a hand around Klaus’ arm, knowing that Klaus was too weak to fight back anymore. “We can’t. Do you want to leave, though? I promise I’ll stay awake this time, and you can sleep in the jungle.”
As much as Klaus wanted to stay in the relative comfort of his bed, he wanted to hold Dave even more, so he stood tentatively.
Dave threw on a shirt and wrapped his jacket around Klaus before heading out of the tent.
Neither of them spoke as they walked towards their spot- a small clearing surrounded by trees, far enough from camp and secluded enough that no one would find them- but as soon as they were away from other people, Dave took Klaus’ hand.
The moment they made it to their clearing, Klaus threw his hands around Dave’s neck and kissed him, hard.
Dave reciprocated the kiss long enough for Klaus to send them both tumbling to the ground, but he pushed Klaus up a second later.
“Wait.” He sat up, bringing Klaus with him. “Are you alright?”
Klaus blinked, confused. “Yeah!” He moved towards Dave again, but found Dave’s hand on his chest stopping him.
“Klaus, your dream. Do you need to talk about it?” Dave moved to sit against a tree, and Klaus crawled after him, not wanting to stand.
“Oh right. That.” He laughed dryly.
“I know you get nightmares a lot, and I’ve tried not to ask about them, but if that’s what keeping you awake, we need to do something about it.”
Klaus said nothing, fiddling with Dave’s hand.
“I used to get nightmares when I was little,” Dave continued. “And my ma always had me talk about them with her. I hated it, but it did help. To tell someone else what’s happening in the dream that scares you so much. Do you think you can talk to me?”
Klaus swallowed nervously. He really didn’t want to share his dreams, but Dave wanted him to, and he wanted whatever Dave wanted.
“You were there.” He starts. “You were there, and I tried to kiss you, but you died before I could.” Klaus felt Dave stiffen next to him, but he said nothing. “There was blood everywhere, and you were trying to tell me something, but before you could you turned into my father. He started choking me, and my siblings were all there watching, and the last thing I heard before I died was you or my brother saying it was better that it was me he killed and not the rest of you. Which is true, of course, so that’s the worst part.” Klaus blinked back tears as he stopped abruptly, finding it too hard to keep speaking.
“It’s not true.” Dave said immediately, taking both of Klaus’ hands. “It isn’t true. I would die a thousand times before I let you get hurt, and I would kill a hundred men if it saved you from a scratch.”
Klaus looked at him, eyes glistening. “You’re such a sap.”
Dave smiled, kissing Klaus’ hand. “I am. But Klaus, you gotta understand, your dream was just that. A dream. I’m so sorry you have these nightmares, but they’re not real, Klaus. I’m alive. I’m right here. And your family isn’t. Your father can’t hurt you here. I’m gonna protect you. No matter what, I’m gonna protect you.”
Klaus leaned forward and kissed Dave gently. “Thank you.” He whispered, touching their foreheads together. It was a nice moment, and Klaus knew he shouldn’t ask what he wanted to, but he had to know.
“Why?”
“Hmm?” Dave was distracted, running his fingers through Klaus’ hair.
“Why do you want to protect me? Why do you want to help me through this? It would be so much easier for you to just leave, like everyone else does.” It had been three months since Klaus and Dave got together, but Klaus still couldn’t believe that Dave actually wanted to be with him. Guess that’s what thirty years of abuse and abandonment issues does to a guy.
“Klaus…” Dave had a sad look in his eyes. “I protect you because I care about you. I want to help you because you deserve help. And I’m never going to leave you, because you are an incredible person. Don’t- don’t say you aren’t because it’s not true. You are funny, and brilliant, and unique, and kind, and loving, and that makes you incredible. I know your past has taught you not to believe these things, but I need you to listen to me when I say them. I’m not lying, Klaus. I’d never lie to you.” Dave stopped talking for a moment and brushed his lips against Klaus’.
“I love you, Klaus Hargreeves.”
Dave kissed Klaus again. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life.”
Klaus thought Dave was crying, but he wasn’t sure. Klaus was definitely crying, though. Because somehow, despite every past relationship and every reason Klaus had to not trust Dave, he found himself believing his every word.
Klaus moved so he was straddling Dave and kissed the top of his head.
“I love you, David Katz.” He held Dave’s head up so they made eye contact. “I didn’t think love was real before I met you. You’re the first person I’ve ever truly loved.”
Yeah, Dave was crying. Klaus lay his head down on Dave’s shoulder and cried along with him.
They sat like that for a while, neither one talking. What a strange sight that must have been. Two soldiers, beaten and bruised by the war raging on around them, clutching on to one another and weeping.
Finally Klaus lifted his head from Dave’s shoulder and began to wipe away his tears. “This would be embarrassing if it were with anyone but you.” He laughed weakly.
Dave chuckled, rubbing at his own eyes. “Pretty good summary of what love is.”
Klaus kissed Dave, and the salt of their tears mingled in his mouth, and it was the sweetest kiss Klaus had ever had.
“Hey,” Dave broke the kiss after a minute. “You should try to get some sleep.”
Klaus didn’t argue this time. He shifted so he was laying his head on Dave’s lap, staring up at the night sky. Here in the clearing, a few stars were visible amidst the lingering smoke of explosions.
Klaus’ eyes closed and he felt Dave’s hand on his face, his fingers gently tracing Klaus’ eyes and nose and lips, before lingering in his hair.
Klaus didn’t fall asleep right away, he was too distracted listening to the sounds of the jungle and the sound of Dave’s heart and his breathing, distracted by the feel of Dave’s hands, one in Klaus’ hair and the other clasped in Klaus’ hands, distracted by the feel of Dave’s legs underneath him and his chest to the side of him.
Right when Klaus had nearly drifted off, he heard Dave speak. It was quiet, so quiet that Klaus wasn’t sure if he’d imagined it. Dave must have thought Klaus was already asleep, meaning that he was speaking to himself and to no one at all.
“I love you Klaus. So much.”
Love. Klaus let the word roll around in his tired brain. He’d always hated that word. He thought it was just a word people used to validate their abuse. A word people used as a lie to trick him into trusting them. A word people used to a sickening amount towards others, but never towards Klaus.
But somehow, against all odds, lying there in the middle of an active warzone, in Vietnam, in 1968, someone was using that word towards Klaus. Not as a lie. Not to abuse. Simply because he meant it. Because he loved Klaus.
And goddamnit, Klaus loved him too.
#klaus x dave#klaus hargreeves x dave katz#klaus hargreeves#dave katz#the umbrella academy#the umbrella academy fanfiction#tua fic#jesus christ i'm lonely#i want what they had#obviously minus the whole active warzone/ending in tragedy thing#eli.posts#eli.writes
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The Trials of Emi
Pairing: A little Minho. A sprinkle of Frypan. Gally x Emi(OC)
Summary: Emi, her twin brother Thomas, and a small group of gladers had been rescued and taken to a safe haven. Or so it seemed. It doesn't take long for Thomas to realize something is wrong. What happens next is a true trial for all of them but Emi's trials began the moment she was ripped away from a dying Gally. Watching someone you love die right before your eyes truly takes a toll.
Finally meeting the right arm could have been the end but betrayal leads to even more chaos and loss. A new mission to rescue those taken from them leads them to a city. The last city. After Emi finally comes to terms with everything that's happened something unfolds that changes everything again. She will have to not only deal with helping her brother take down WCKD and save their friend but also deal with all the new problems in her head and her heart.
Rating: As of right now it’s at most PG13. Some strong language that’s about it but it could change.
(This is the 2nd part/book to my other story "The Maze trials: A Gally Fanfiction". This will cover the events of the scorch trails and the death cure.)
Chapter Nine
Thomas and Minho both kept me talking so I'd stay awake. The ride hadn’t seemed as long as it actually was but when we got to the mountain pass Jorge slowed the truck to a stop. In front of us looked to be a bunch of old abandoned vehicles blocking the road. We all got out of the truck. I stumbled a bit but Minho caught me then kept a hold on me.
"Well, I guess we're on foot," Jorge said.
We started walking slowly up the road. Minho kept his arm tightly around my waist as I tried to keep myself steady. My vision was blurring making my head swim even more than it already was. A few of the guys were checking the cars as we walked past them. We were around the middle of the abandoned cars when shots rang out making us all dive for cover. I fell against a car between Minho and Newt. A minute passed as we all listened for more gunfire.
"Is everyone ok up there?" Thomas shouted.
"We're fine!" Teresa shouted back to him.
"Anyone know where those bloody shots came from?" Newt questioned loudly.
I could feel my breathing waver. It was like my heart was trying to beat faster but my body wasn’t letting it. I saw Thomas peek over the car he was hiding behind then more shots rang out as he dived back down.
"Minho" I whispered feeling myself falling into unconsciousness.
My chest grew heavier making it harder to breathe.
"No, Emi, you gotta hang on. We're almost there." Minho said frantically as he held my face in his hands.
"Emi" Newt said.
"Everybody get set to sprint back to the truck and hold your ears!" Jorge shouted.
"I can't" I panted as I shook my head.
"Drop it" I heard a girl command.
I looked up to see two young girls with a cloth over their faces. They were both holding a gun and pointing it down at the place Thomas and Jorge were hiding.
"Now! I said drop it! On your feet, let's go. Let's go!" The dark-haired girl shouted.
Jorge and Thomas got to their feet with their hands raised.
"Move! Back up!" The dark-haired girl shouted again.
As Thomas and Jorge moved backward towards us the girl pointed her gun at Minho, Newt, and myself.
"You three over here now! Don't be stupid." She ordered.
Newt and Minho both helped me to my feet. Minho took over holding me once I was righted.
"Slowly," the blonde girl said as she pointed her gun at the rest of the group that was joining us.
The dark-haired girl lowered her gun as she looked at us in confusion.
"Aris?" She questioned.
We all turned to look at the small boy. He stepped forward towards the girl.
"Oh my God, Harriet?" He questioned then quickly hugged the girl.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Harriet asked him.
"Sonya," Aris said to the blonde girl then hugged her.
"Aris, you're lucky we didn't shoot you're dumbass." Sonya chuckled.
"What's happening?" Minho asked clearly confused.
"We were in the maze together," Aris said to our group.
Harriet turned then whistled loudly.
"We're clear guys come on out!" She shouted.
Several people with guns started appearing on top of the mountain around us.
"Thom-" I started to say but at that moment my body completely shut off.
All I remember is feeling myself falling then hearing my name being shouted by several different people.
When I finally came to I was laying on a cot in what looked like a tent. I sat up slowly to see Brenda laying on the cot next to me. Jorge was sitting in a chair between both our beds.
"Easy Emi" Jorge said.
"What happened?" I asked him.
He shared a look with Brenda who was now sitting up as well.
"You passed out on the mountain pass. Minho caught you then carried you with us all the way here to the Right Arm camp." Jorge explained.
"The Right Arm? We found them?" I asked him.
Jorge and Brenda both nodded.
"What happened to you?" I asked Brenda.
"I was bitten when Thomas and I were separated from the rest of you. The doctor here gave me some of Thomas' blood. She said it would slow the infection." Brenda explained.
"Shit" I breathed.
"Mary, the doctor, she stitched you up properly then gave you a shot of something. She said it would help you get back on your feet from the blood loss." Jorge told me.
I looked down for the first time noticing I was only in a tank top. My shoulder had been wrapped in a clean white bandage.
"There's some warmer clothes for you right there." Jorge pointed to the chair on the other side of my cot.
I slowly got to my feet. I pulled on the sweater and the coat they had left for me. I instantly felt warmer. Jorge dismissed himself to step outside. I sat back on the edge of my cot.
"Are you feeling alright?" I asked Brenda.
"I feel better than I did." She shrugged.
Jorge ran back inside quickly. The look on his face could only be explained as one of pure panic.
"Get up we need to go. Now!" He shouted.
Brenda and I scrambled to our feet then quickly followed Jorge out of the tent. The people in the camp were shouting as two helicopters approached in the distance. Jorge pulled both me and Brenda behind him as he ran threw the camp. He grabbed two guns. He threw one over his shoulder then tossed the other to Brenda. I found one as we ducked for cover. Only a second after we covered ourselves the helicopters were overhead and dropping explosives. They fell randomly exploding the moment they hit the ground. One of them fell right next to the tent the three of us had just been in. Thomas suddenly ran past us as he caught sight of the now burning tent.
"Emi! Brenda!" He shouted frantically.
Brenda jumped out then ran to him. She grabbed his arm turning him to face her.
"You dumbass" she shouted at him then pulled him behind her.
They ran back to Jorge and I. Thomas fell beside me instantly hugging me tightly to him.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Brenda asked him.
"We have to go, now, while we still have the chance," Jorge said quickly.
"I have to find the others," Thomas stated.
"No! No!" Jorge shouted as he grabbed Thomas to keep him from moving.
"Look, look, you can't help them," Jorge said pointing his finger.
Thomas and I followed his finger to see Minho, Fry, Newt, Harriet, and an older man on and around a truck in the midst of firing guns. As we watched several WCKD guards attacked them. One guard threw something then everyone on and around the truck was electrocuted.
"No!" I shouted trying to get to my feet.
Thomas pulled me back down. He wrapped his arms around me keeping me close to him.
"I'm sorry. There's nothing you can do for them. If we don't move now we won't be much better off." Jorge told us.
"You guys have to go right now and take Emi with you. Keep her safe." Thomas said pushing me towards Brenda.
"What?" Brenda and I asked in unison.
"I'm not leaving you Tommy," I told him sharply as I jerked out of Brenda's hold.
"They're not looking for you. You'll be safe but you have to go now." Thomas said as he looked between the three of us.
"Thomas" Brenda whispered.
"I can't leave without them," Thomas said.
"Neither can I!" I shouted at him.
"Good luck you two. Bren, we have to go come on. Come on." Jorge said as he pulled Brenda with him.
Thomas narrowed his eyes at me.
"You can scold me all you want but you're my brother and those guys are my family. You're all I have. I'm not going anywhere." I told him sternly.
He sighed as he looked down. A smile spread across his face making me look down too. Jorge left his backpack. As the guards rounded everyone up and sat them in rows on their knees Thomas dug threw the bag until he found what he was looking for. He pulled out two small items. I took the slightly bigger one from him to look at.
"Careful Emi that's a bomb." He told me quietly.
He tried to take it from me but I pulled it away from him.
"Are you gonna blow them up?" I asked him.
"All of us if I have to." He said sternly.
I looked at him in shock for a moment before understanding what he meant. I was with him no matter what his plan was.
"I'll keep the bomb. You keep the detonator." I said as I stuffed the thing in my coat.
Thomas started to retort but Janson's loud voice grabbed both of our attentions.
"Where's Thomas and his sister?" Janson questioned loudly.
Thomas stood and I followed him without question.
"Right here" Thomas shouted as he raised his hands.
I did the same as him. We were both grabbed then shoved forward to stand in front of Janson.
"Thomas" Janson said with a smile.
Janson punched Thomas roughly in the stomach making him double over.
"You bastard!" I shouted as I launched myself at him.
A guard was quick to grab me then throw me to the ground. Janson chuckled.
"Get them in line." He said then turned to whisper to another man.
We were both shoved onto our knees in line with the others. Thomas was next to Minho and I was next to Thomas.
"Why didn't you run?" Minho asked quietly.
"I'm tired of running," Thomas said simply.
A minute later a large aircraft was landing in the middle of the camp. Out of that aircraft came four more guards and Ava Paige. Ava and Janson had a quiet conversation before Janson turned to the guards.
"Let's go! Get them on!" Janson ordered.
The guards instantly started grabbing kids to take onto the aircraft.
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#nothingbutfangirlsmut#fanfiction#gally#gally imagine#gally smut#gally x reader#the maze runner#the maze trials#tmr gally#original character#the trials of emi
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Troy Calypso/Siren!Reader
[Cheers, Drink to That]
Request: "Troy x siren reader but Tyreen hates it"
You were a siren, a powerful one. With your unique power to call whatever eridium like copy's of you to aid your side, it was something about battle royale that you loved when cracking the skulls of your competitors, shaking the concrete and causing them to shaken and stumble, or simply watching competitors explode into a bloody muck that made you feel so fucking good. They were weak and simply dust to be blown away and forgotten when challenged against you.
"Yes!" you cheer to yourself, your copy's trying mimick you as humanly possible before vanishing. The cheers from the audience, the awarding music, the bloody murder that surrounds you, goddamn this felt amazing. You were on top of the world....well Promethea. You were on a winning streak and all 10 million of your followers expected you to win as they watched whether in person or on the echonet. What you hadn't expected were the Calypso twins to holographically present themselves to you. "Holy hell, killer!" Tyreen exclaims.
"Did you see the way that guy's head just blethh?!" Troy laughs while making a explosion sound to someone's head. You scowled at the two, sure you weren't one of their cult followers nor were you fighting the resistance along Sanctuary. Were they fans?
"We've been watching you for a while now, killer." Tyreen answers your question as if on cue. "God, someone that's just as strong and cool and badass! Ugh, and the gore! I love it!"
"Definitely! And you smashed that concrete- hey!" Troy lightly hits Tyreen's arm. "Did hear the way that girl screamed? "no wait!!" Haha!!" they both bend over laughing.
"We'd love to meet you for a drink, come on by!" Tyreen says with a cool cheery demeanor yet you felt as though there was no questioning.
"Yeah, I'm definitely interested in getting to know you better." His giant hologram smirks and winks at you, earning him a scowl from you. Before either could say another word, you spot a pout and scowl from Tyreen.
You later help yourself the bar where for the next few hours your drinks were free, not that it mattered with the millions sitting in your bank account, the guns awaiting to digistruct from Maliwan, Hyperion, and Dahl, and the extremely attractives eyeing you down. But all the attention seemed to soon transition when a couple entered, you turned to face them, knowing exactly who they were. The people of the club gazing in awe or cheering the two: The Calypso Twins. You stay leaned up on the bar, smiling, you drink the rest of your drink before pushing yourself, opening your arms welcomingly, smiling and laughing as they made their way towards you.
They were exactly like they were on the echonet streams: ecstatic, magnetic, dramatic. The three of you connected quickly and they bought the entire room drinks and a cheer erupted. You noticed Troy's looks from you, his touches on your arm, how close he'd get. The small moments you both talked into each other's ear, you both became flirtatious.
"You're hotter in person." You practically have to yell into his ear over the music and chatter. Why had you said that? The drinks were really sinking in but despite he smiled and chuckle.
"You look really good as well, fuck!" he chuckled out. Not a moment more, you feel a pull on your arm, both you and Troy were being pulled to the bar by Tyreen.
"We're taking shots in here, you want one?" she stands between the both of you, getting the attention of the workers and partiers. "Shots, shots, shots, shots, you want one?" the three of you down the sambuca that was douced with a very small percentage of rakk venom (as your told). Troy and you smile, talk, and flirt over Tyreen, not that you could help it, she was shorter than the both of you. Only for her to yell to one of the workers to change the song, and her jumping on the bar with another shot in hand, grabbing the crowds attention.
"Cheers!" she yells. "To the siren killer who's winning streak goes unnoticed!" the crowd cheers, the bar was a party, being pushed around only pushed you and Troy closer.
"I'll drink to that! Yeah!" he says to you after ordering another shot for the two of you. You pour salt on the back of your hand.
"Stoooop!" you laugh as he tries to mess you up and almost cause you to skill your shot. "Together!"
"Drink, drink, drink!" he said quickly as you both down the shot together and quickly lick your salt and suck on your lemon. After a moment, you felt dizziness taking over you, all you hear is music and loud cheer, your control leaves you to put each other's arms around each other. Only for Tyreen to but in-between you two with her legs by sitting on the bar, yelling to grab attention over the crowd (those who could hear her) "Cheers! To the freaking ...WEEKEND!" Troy catches the sudden change of who we're cheering and rolls his eyes laughing, pushing his way to you and pull you out of the bar.
It's more quiet and surprisingly warm. He lights a cigarette to smoke, offering you one but you decline. "It's so fucking loud." you laugh.
"Ahhhh, I love it! It so fun!"
"I want to go home, I think... I'm too drunk, oh my fucking god."
"We can ride one of the cycles, there fast and fun."
"Too fast, I can't drive, I'll swerve into the wall."
"Yeah, me too. I'll get someone to drive you home."
"Come home with me! I think someone sent me some yayo!"
"Yes!"
You hear the door to the club close and see Tyreen and a few followers talking and laughing behind her. She hugs Troy from behind, jumping on his back. "Troooooyyyy, take me hoomme!"
"I gotta take them home as well, okay?" earning an annoyed groan from the sister. "But there's a party at the bar."
"Do you want me to take you home or the bar?"
"Both!" she exclaims, Troy scoffs at her.
"I'm gonna call a cab." you drowsily let out.
"Yeah, you call a cab. Leave my brother ALONE!" she barks at you, Troy pats her to calm down.
"Ignore her, she's drunk."
"I'm okay...."
"She doesn't like sharing."
"No, I don't." she eyes you and pouts. "Play with me instead." she tells you, you feel your face become warmer and smile at Tyreen, taken aback and at loss of words
"Alright....." Troy calls a cab and waits for it to come pick you up. As it lowers itself for you, you say goodbye, giving a hug to both of them, Tyreen hugging you tight, trying to get in the cab with you at first only to have Troy pull her away.
You remember falling asleep in the cab, stumbling up the stairs to your apartment, kicking your shoes off, and falling into bed and nothing else. Waking up to the sun beaming on your face, you lazily gesture for the windows to make it appear night to sleep more. Only to have a notification jingle wake you back up and open your echo, the blue hue hurting your eyes a bit. It was an email from Troy.
" ;)"
That's it.
That's the whole email.
#borderlands#Calypso twins#troy calypso#tyreen calypso#borderlands 3#maya the siren#mine#borderlands imagine
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Dick Grayson x OC
May have some mature themes and curse words themes from the live action titans series
Gar is my little brother, and Rachel was, my family so when I resisted the darkness and no one else did her, gar and I were running trying to survive then gar got killed and I couldn’t breathe. He could shapeshift but the meds left me with telepathy. When Rachel went dark she went to kill me before gar stopped her then she saved dick, but she pulled me into his mind as well.
“Is this what you really want?” she asked I was standing in front of her on the ledge
“You know if we die here we die in real life as well” she adds before taking a deep breath forcing me to grab a pole thingy and pushed me off when I fell I thought I was going to die until dick caught me. She helped me save him and I’m pissed cause what if he hadn’t. We were out of his mind and Rachel went an sent her dad where he belonged but that did an explosion thing and I got sent flying backward into Jason who didn't seem to have a problem with me on top of him
“Hey there beautiful,” he said as his eyes turned normal again and at that moment I didn't care that I was on top of him I just hugged him
“Woah Ally you ok,” he asks hugging me back once we stand up
“I'm fine now” we later all get into the car and gar calls shotgun
“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us kore?” I ask she nods
“I have some self-searching to do right now” she adds and I get in next to Jason in the back. I was thinking about gar and what would have happened had he died.
“Hey are you okay you are shaking,” Jason asks putting an arm around me
“I'm fine Jay thanks” he doesn’t look impressed so I smile
“I'm fine really,” I say looking to see Dick staring threw the rearview mirror at me
“Eyes on the road,” I say telepathically and he smiles slightly
“Something even better to look at behind me though” he responds in his head and I roll my eyes
“Hey we have been on the road for a few hours how about I drive” I smile and Dick laughs
“You don’t know where I’m going” he adds and I laugh
“Yes I doooo” I say in a sing-song way and he rolls his eyes pulling over
“Gar I’m not as nice as she is, back seat” Dick smiles at the boy
“Yeah ok” Gar adds
“Where are we going,” Rachel asks
“Somewhere, I’m not going to ruin the surprise,” I say driving as Dick buckled into the car about an hour in everyone fell asleep
“I'm so sorry that I hurt him and you, you know that right” Dick asks suddenly
“Yeah I know don’t worry one bit” I smile at him as we pull into Wayne manor
“I’ll be back,” he says and I nod about half an hour later he back and says
“Titan tower” and I begin to drive there
“What about Jason,” I ask
“He’s coming to” he adds with a roll of his eyes
“He’s not that bad Dick, give him a chance,” I say and he rolls his eyes
“What’s he dreaming about, if he’s not so bad,” he asks and I look in his mind and see me but let’s just say it’s not the most lady-like position I’ve ever been in, when I come out of his mind I blush
“Well?” dick asks
“He’s dreaming about me” I smile blushing deeper and Dick looks confused for a second before realizing
“Oh my god no, ewwwww, him and you,” he says, I don’t think he means it as an insult but it comes across that way
“Nice to know how you feel” I mumble as we pull into the tower and he’s about to say something but I stop him by getting out of the car and I open the back seat
“Hey Jay, wake up,” I say gently attempting to wake him up but when he wakes up he to my surprise kisses me, I don’t really mean to but I also kinda do as I kiss back for a split second before he pulls away wide-eyed
“I kissed you, wait you kissed me back” he jumps out of the car screaming and I laugh as Gar wakes up and the Rachel
“Come on we are here” as we all ride up in the elevator, gar, and Jason run to explore the whole tower as Rachel stands out front on the terrace I go to move but Dick grabs my hand
“What was that thing at the car with Jason,” he asks as the doors close to going back down again and I look at him
“What?” I ask
“You heard me” he snaps
“He’s an adult, so am I so what’s your problem other than you don’t like him because you act like a jealous boyfriend and then say shit as you did in the car so spit it out” I snap
“Do you know why Rachel brought you into my mind?” he asks softly
“Yeah so that way if you didn't save me she could still stop her father,” I say and he shakes his head no
“What do you mean,” I ask and he looks at me
“She chose you because while she’s like a little sister to me, I’ve been in love with you since the day we met and I hate seeing you all flirty and close with Jason because I want you to be flirty and close with me instead,” he says as the elevator doors open and close as I press the button for our floor again
“ Dick, give me some time to think ok. It’s a lot to take in and I thought you didn't like me like that so there are Jason and his kiss was pretty good for a half-asleep kiss” I laugh to myself
“Let me even the playing field then,” he asks and I look confused until he kisses me, rougher than Jasons probably because Dick is awake so I kiss back and when I hear the ding for the floor I push him back
“Make your choice sweetheart” he winks before walking into the tower and I step in after him when Jason comes up to me and kisses me again catching me off guard while pulling me closer to him with one hand on my waist the other on my ass and I push him back
“Jason what the hell” I snap and he smirks
“Oh come on beautiful you kissed me back less than an hour ago why can’t I kiss you freely now,” he asks and I look at him
“Because one you grabbed me without letting me know what was happening and two because you aren’t the only guy and I don’t know who I want yet, Jay I’m sorry but if you grab me like that again with me knowing what’s happening I will break your arm” I snap and Gar screams ooohhhh
“Who else” he demands and I look at dick whos smirking at his ‘brother’
“No” he questions me and I nod
“What the hell, I cant be in his stupid fucking shadow always, no just choose him, I won’t be an option it is either me right now or never” he demands and I blank
“Rachel what do I do,” I ask in her head
“Well first choose dick, he was apart of your fear and you helped him out of his choose him, and two please ask before entering my mind I have a lot going on up there,” she says and I smile
“Then jay I’m sorry but I pick Dick, I hope we are still friends?” I ask and he smiles and nods to me walking away while Dick walks throwing his arms around my waist
“Do I get to be the jealous boyfriend now?” he asks and I nod
“Does that mean I can kiss you now?” he asks and I nod again and his mouth is on mine again, we kiss until I hear Gar yell ew and asks us to get a room so Dick says
“Gladly” while picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist walking us to one of the rooms I’m assuming he’s claiming as his own never breaking the kiss he lays me down on the bed
“Farther or stop now because if we don’t I won’t stop later,” he says panting and I smile reaching for his belt, he runs and locks the door and the rest is history after our fun time we fell asleep but I was shaken awake at 2 am by Dick when I was having a nightmare
“Sandy, sandy are you ok, you were screaming my name,” he asks and I look at him
“I'm fine, I’m fine,” I say and he nods
“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asks
“We were back at that house, Gar was really dead, dead and Jason had…” I don’t continue that sentence and Dick clenched his jaw
“Then right after you looked at me and it’s like you couldn’t even see me when you killed me” I finish looking at him as he holds me close to him
“I'm so sorry I scared you like that,” he says
“Yeah and to make it worse I was way more attracted to physio dick than I should have been” I add laughing trying to lighten the mood and he looks at me wide eyes
“What” he chokes out
“Oh yeah, at one point in that time period you had your hand around my neck I was backed against the wall, and honestly it turned me on. I'm ashamed because it wasnt you but god damnit I wished it were under different circumstances because that control the power you had over me was hot” I joke and he looks in shock
“Oh god I shouldn’t have said that I’m sorry,” I say and he looks at me
“Uh, wow, me being insane turns you on ok a lot to take in,” he says half-joking
“No not the insane, the power” I correct and he nods
“I could overpower you right now if I wanted to does that turn you on,” he asks I laugh
“Dick as much as I love you, I don’t think you have it in you to be as rough as I mean” and his eyes go dark with lust
“Let’s find out should we baby,” he says arm moving up my body and around my neck again when the tower beep and I smile at him
“Sorry babe another time,” I say getting up pulling on his shirt while he slides on his pants over the raging erection we walk out but I walk out in front of him to cover it
“What’s going on,” I ask as Rachel fills us into the news that Jason broke a window while training and the alarms thought it was an intruder so we head back to the bedroom
“I never asked before but what was you fear, your darkness” he asks and I look down
“Let’s just go to sleep ok” I say and he looks at me
“No you know mine I wanna know yours” he says and once the doors closed I look at him
“It was you” I say and he looks confused
“We never got together but I’d always loved you, and one day you showed up at my house, you had killed my husband, my kids, destroyed our home” I take a breath and he starts to say something but I stop him
“Now you're wondering what I resisted, you want to know how I didn’t succumb to the darkness right?” I ask and he nods
“Because even after you had done all that I couldn’t shoot the arrow, I would rather die than ever kill you and that’s how I didn’t go dark mode, I let you shoot me,” I say tears I didn’t know where falling down my face until he wiped them away
“Oh my god, sandy I’m so sorry, my love, I would never do that you know that right,” he asks and I nod smiling at him
“I know now go back to sleep love, we have training to start tomorrow” I smile and kiss him
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