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songbirdsingingthings · 3 years

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Polka-dotted Bandages

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi

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WARNINGS: Mentions of injury, the tiniest bit of angst, and fluff galore <3

Requested by @luluwiie :

"There is no limit in the number of requests", you said? Welllll... then can I request ? 😳❤ if the answer is yes: can I request a slow burn / pining Todoroki x Reader Oneshot ? 😶👉👈 Like, when they train together, Reader got into the habit of always taking care of his scratches and wounds, which at first confused Todoroki, cause Recovery girl is there for this, right ? But with time he got used and even grew attached to this little habit of ours. And one day, for some reason, Reader ends up badly injured (in a fight, against vilains? Idk), and he rushes to the hospital and is like sooo worried.. and when Reader wakes up they find like some band-aids on their little scratches, just like the ones they often use for him ? And we get to see their reunion Ajajdusdj TYSM if you do it 😳❤

A/N: I LITERALLY FELL IN LOVE WITH THIS REQUEST.... which is why I had to rewrite it like twenty times before I was finally satisfied with how it turned out lol. I really hope you enjoy and thank you so much for the request! <3

Word Count: 2.2K

Ever since the age of five when his quirk made itself known to him, the world, and most unfortunately his father, little nicks and cuts were always a common thing to find all over his body. To this day, however careful Shouto was in training, they were ordinary occurrences. It wasn’t like he was careless, far from it in fact, he just got a little… distracted sometimes. How could he not when you were training right across from him? Your skill and poise were originally the traits that drew him in to hoping for a friendship with you. Those paired with your optimistic personality and effortless smile captured his attention completely. So, when he accidentally grazed his leg against a piece of metal that was jutting out haphazardly, he was unprepared for your attention to be on him.

“Shouto, are you okay? That looks like it really hurts,” you huff, out of breath from the last set of crunches you had just completed. The red-and-white haired boy looked in between you and his now bleeding cut with a somewhat blank stare.

“Oh… yes I think I’m fine,” He answered awkwardly, assessing the wound and slowly moving his hand to cover it. That is, until your hand caught his wrist.

“Wait, your hands aren’t clean!” You exclaim as you dig through your bag with the hand that wasn’t currently occupied. “Here, I have some disinfectant in my bag.” Shouto watches as you pull the little bottle of antiseptic out of your bag as well as some cotton balls and a little box of bandages. You douse one of the cotton balls with some disinfectant, accidentally spilling a little on your hands in the process, and hold it right in front of his cut. “Do you mind?” You ask, making sure Shouto was okay with your movements.

“No, go ahead,” He manages, keeping his composure but feeling his heart skip a bit. You flash him a grin before placing one of your hands on his leg to steady yourself.

“This might sting a bit, but it goes away pretty quickly,” you explain, slowly pressing the cotton ball to his wound. You made sure to clean the dirt and grime away quickly, your gentle and dexterous fingers going around the edges of the cut.

“Y/N?” Shouto’s voice was somewhat jarring in the comfortable silence you two had, causing your gaze to snap up to his.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” You asked hurriedly, your eyes filled with concern. He shook his head, allowing you a breath of relief before turning your attention back on his wound.

“I’m just curious as to why you are doing this, since we have Recovery Girl on call all day. I’m sure it would be no issue for her,” He asked as you disposed of the now slightly bloody cotton ball and digged around in the box to pull out a blue and white polka-dotted bandage.

“Well I didn’t want you to accidentally infect it,” you begin, smoothing the bandage across the cut, “plus, it's nice to do things like this for a friend, don’t you think?” You smile, satisfied that the coverage of the polka dots fit perfectly over the damaged skin. Your eyes finally go back up to Shouto, whose hand was held out to you. You take it as he helps you stand from your crouched position on the floor. Shouto smiled at the little notion and fell into a comfortable pace with you as the both of you walked back towards the direction of the dorms. Over time, Shouto began to like the little habit the two of you developed - he liked it quite a lot. Not ever had he been touched in such a caring and tender manner, and when it was coming from you… it was pure solace that he felt. And, gradually, as the two of you fell into a comfortable friendship - with more than a few lingering glances on his part - he felt that finally he was at a time in his life where he found someone that could understand him completely.

Buildings were leveled, the streets had craters in them, and your breathing was uneven. Of course, when Class 1A was on a day trip into the city, villains had decided to take action. The day was going too perfectly, you guessed. It really only was once in a while that the teachers would let you have a long day off to go shopping or enjoy the city life. Due to this incident, though, you’re pretty sure that they’ll be revoking those privileges as soon as the class steps their feet back on UA property. If you were lucky, maybe you wouldn’t be confined in the big dorm building for a week due to safety concerns.

“H/N, you take the guy on the left, I’ll take the annoying one in the middle!” You heard your classmate, Mina, shout to you. The pink-haired girl was currently fighting off a criminal with a nasty quirk - blood manipulation, as long as they were in some physical pain themself. That was probably why the guy was intentionally biting down on his tongue.

“You’ve got it!” You yell back, launching yourself into the fray and readying your quirk to attack. With the villain set straight on in front of you, you let your eyes zero in on them, everything besides them becoming a blur. That was why, when the enemy that was fighting Mina set their sights on you, you were unable to react quick enough.

Shouto was, more or less, beginning to panic. Everyone was accounted for… everyone except for you. That’s when he caught sight of a familiar pink-haired girl crouching down with tears leaking from her eyes.

“Ashido, have you seen Y/N?” He asked exasperatedly, beginning to grow frustrated with the lack of information involving the Y/H/C haired girl. This only caused Mina to sob more, her pitiful gaze finally looking up into Shouto’s.

“Th-they hit me with their quirk and it made the wind get knocked out of me,” she hiccuped, wiping underneath her eyes to try and rid the moisture from her cheeks. “They hurt Y/N really, really badly.” As soon as those words left her lips, Shouto felt his entire body grow cold. It wasn’t like the cold he used to regulate his body temperature when he used too much of his left side. This was a chill that encompassed his body as a whole, making him feel hollow. As Mina’s words grew more jumbled, Shouto felt his breathing go shallow and his hands beginning to tremble.

“Where,” He asked forcefully.

“Musutafu General Hospital.”

And with those three words, Shouto began running, and didn’t stop until he was at the massive glass doors of the lobby. He walked swiftly to the help desk and slammed his hands on the top of it, a little harder than he intended.

“Y/N L/N, she’s a member of Class 1A at UA, and she was taken to this hospital due to events that occurred downtown. Where is she.” The receptionist looked up to find an angered Shoto, his eyes blazing and narrowed.

“I-I’m sorry?” They asked, a little terrified of him.

“Y/N L/N, she is a patient here. WHERE IS SHE?” He demanded. The receptionist jumped in their seat and began to vigorously click on their computer, searching through patient charts.

“She’s, uh, on floor four, just got out of emergency surgery and is recovering. Room 107.” He didn’t stay to hear anything else they had to say as he sprinted to the staircase, ascending the stairs in record speed. When he arrived on the correct floor, a sudden feeling of misery descended upon him. Sitting in a little seating area, he saw as surgeons - still clad in their scrubs - were hugging a family of four, all of them sobbing in despair. This stirred him to now stumble down the hallways wildly, frantically checking the room numbers on both sides until he found the three numbers he was looking for. 107. Slowly, he pushed the door open to find you laying down on a hospital bed.

When your eyes finally fluttered open, the first thing you felt was the whole body ache that held onto your body like a vice. I’m never complaining about stomach or calf cramps again, you think, squinting to try and see anything in the harsh hospital room lighting. You groaned as you sat up, feeling the pang of pain in the small of your back. You smiled, though, when you saw all the things dotted all over your room. Vases of flowers were placed on the tables, from your vantage point you could spot the familiar petals of peonies - the flowers that symbolize life and good health. On the table next to you, lots of cards were propped up. Some had cheesy “get well soon!” messages scrawled across the front, others a bit more demure. And, as you reached to grab and read one, that’s when you saw them. The familiar pattern of blue and white polka dots left you breathless as you stopped your previous movements and began to inspect them further. These were exactly like the ones that were always in your bag, the ones that are so specifically designed that only one store sells them. You were sure that the hospital you were staying in didn’t make an effort to buy pretty looking bandages for their patients and nobody else knew where to find them in your bag. Nobody else except...

“Shouto…” you breathed, your eyes welling with tears.

“Y/N?” Standing in the door frame stood the exact boy whose name was just uttered from your lips. Dressed in a soft, black turtleneck - the one you always found so flattering on him - and a pair of beige pants. In his hand held the most beautiful red carnations you had ever seen, the petals so dainty and the stems so thin you feared they would break if he even moved them.

“Here, put them in this vase next to-” your speech was interrupted as Shouto let the bouquet fall to the tiled floor, his body moving on autopilot to encase you in his arms, his head wedging itself between your neck and head.

“You’re okay.” He mumbles.

“I’m okay.”

“You’re safe.”

“I’m safe.” Shouto lingers there for a moment before pulling himself back into a standing position, helping you reposition your body on the bed, trying to get more comfortable. The two of you stay in silence for a moment before you speak up.

“Thank you for patching me up,” you say simply, your voice soft as you tilt your head towards the polka-dotted bandages. You see Shouto’s lips quirk up a bit.

“You’re always taking care of me, so I wanted to take care of you. Even if the hospital staff had to do the heavy lifting.” He says, sitting down in the chair next to your bed, pulling it closer so that the two of you were as close as possible. Your hand immediately finds his, grabbing hold of it.

“Shouto, I-”

“Y/N, when I’m around you, I feel the skin on my face grow hot.” His statement caught you off guard. “My stomach turns, too, when you smile at me and look at me in the eye.” You suck in a breath, hoping that what he was trying to say was the same thing you had been feeling for ages. Shouto takes a deep breath before squeezing your hand. “At first I thought I was sick and caught something, due to the increase in temperature, but I realized that I only began to feel this way when you first put a blue polka-dotted bandage on my leg. And then that feeling only came around when you were near.” Finally looking up to meet your eyes, Shouto gazes at you with such care and affection you felt that you could melt. “I think… I think I love you.” Your shocked face soon softens into one of adoration and a grin spreads across your cheeks.

“I love you too.” You see Shouto breathe in relief before taking the hand he was holding and pressing a soft kiss to the back of yours. Your heart flutters at his gesture, encouraging you all the more to pull him towards you so that he could lay on the bed. Quickly, the both of you found comfort as he held you, letting his fingers trace lightly around the polka-dotted bandages. “Will you let me keep on taking care of you? Whenever you get scrapes or bruises… or if something makes you happy or sad or feel anything at all?” You murmured, letting your head fall against his chest. You feel him nodding his head.

“Only if I can take care of you, too.” You smiled, glancing back at the blue and white polka dots to see Shouto’s thumb brushing against it.

“Okay, deal.”

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beigehearts · 3 years

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Bakugo kidnaps you drabble

all of my coming stories with Bakugo will be him aged up--- I did Aizawa so a few more will be coming after this for various characters

TW: strong language, physical abuse

Working at a daycare seems pretty easy but try convincing kids that ham is not worth fighting over. It's close to impossible. But you love your job, and working with kids. It's super rewarding; like seeing the two kids who just tried to stab each other with plastic forks over a piece of ham, now sleeping in the same cot for nap time.

There's only one kid left to be picked up. The daycare is open until 730, but it's 8 right now. You glance at the little boy playing with an All Might toy and a Barbie doll. He's sitting in front of the large doll house, making noises ranging from high pitched talking to explosion sounds. He's always picked up late and dropped off early. You always stay before and after with him, not wanting to hold up the other employees.

The door jingles and the both of you look at the entrance. His mom is standing there looking very tired. There are bags under her eyes and her hair is turning grey. Despite this, she smiles at her son and stretches her arms out wide. He drops his toys and yells, "Mom!!" And runs into her arms.

She says thank you and goodbye, so you get around to cleaning up the daycare. You sweep and disinfect, and set up the toys for the next day.

You're in the middle of trying to stand up some hero dolls when the door jingles again. It's probably your coworker, she's always forgetting something. You call out to her with your back turned, still trying to position the dolls. "Hey Nanami! I put your earrings at the front desk."

Before she can say anything you continue, beginning to scold her. "You really need to remember your things! I'm going to start throwing them away, we have a whole lost and found basket just for your stuff. Speaking of whi-"

"Not Nanami." A man's voice says, cutting you off.

You feel your face begin to burn red out of embarrassment, it must be a parent. You scramble to your feet and turn around. "Oh I'm sorry, Mr..."

You squint at the man, almost not believing what you're seeing. No way... Is that? Is that, DynaMight?

"How can I help you Mr. DynaMight?" You ask awkwardly.

His usual grumpy expression is spread across his face. "You." He points at you, but you still look around just to make sure he's pointing at you. "Yes you, who else is there?"

He drops his hand and groans, "Come with me." Something about him seems off. He's always dark and dreary but it's different than on tv. His eyes are cold and show dark intent. He's tall and muscular but it doesn't make you want to swoon, it makes you want to hide.

You swallow a lump of newly developing fear, "I uh, I'm not done cleaning."

His brows furrow and he grits his teeth, "Looks pretty damn clean to me."

"Where do you want me to go?" You ask dumbly.

"I said with me. Are you stupid? Are you deaf? Do you need to clean your ears? Let's go." You continue standing there and staring at him after his barrage of insults. This seems to tick him off.

He trudges towards you and grabs your bicep, "Let's go."

What? Leave? With a man who looks like he has murderous intent? With a man you don't know? Well, you do know him. You just don't know him. But even if he is a hero, you're not just going to let him drag you somewhere.

"Hey! Let me go! I'm not going with you." You cry out.

He grips your arm tighter, "What did you say?"

"I said let me go, you big.. Gorilla!" You yell out.

"Gorilla?" He questions. Before he can say anything else though, you take the Clorox in your free hand and spray his face.

He yells out in pain and lets go of your arm to wipe his eyes. That's when you make a break for it. You run, no, you sprint out of the building. Your heart begins pounding and you gasp for air. Your lungs burn as you refuse to let your legs stop. Your legs that cry out for you to stop. It feels like you run for miles, and for insurance you take a few sharp corners so he doesn't see you running straight down the street. All to no avail.

You feel two strong hands grip the back of your neck and your waist. He pulls you to his chest and restrains you with one arm.

You begin screaming but he covers your mouth with his free hand, gripping at your flesh.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." He growls in your ear.

You let yourself relax for just a second. Inhaling air deeply through your nostrils. Sweat trickles down your forehead and you have to come up with something quickly to get out of this. With no second thoughts, you open your mouth as wide as you can and chomp down on his flesh, making sure to dig deep. You expect him to let go but instead he shoves you against a brick wall, smashing your face against the cold and hard surface.

He holds your arms behind your back with one hand and examines his bloody one. "Christ, what are you? A fucking dog?" His hand tightens on your wrists and you wince in pain.

He leans in close to your ear and whispers, "I bite back bitch."

#bakugo #katsuki bakugo #bakugo x reader #yandere bakugo #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #yandere #fanficiton

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blueberrysets · 3 years

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WITH OR WITHOUT DEATH

pairing: grim reaper!sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader

genre: fluff and angst, probs more angst

warnings: swearing, mentions of sexual activites, mentions of death, angst at the end

word count: 2,482

summary: sakusa was used to a lonely life when he became the notorious grim reaper. he got the cards with the time, place, date, and person of who’s soul he needed to collect, then he would go do his job then leave. that was until he met the bubbly waitress at the 50′s diner with terrible puns but amazing apple pie. if only the council could allow him to keep one, pure soul with him.

reccomended song to listen to: sparks by coldplay

an: okay hI! I’m actually really proud of this little thing I just wrote. This scenario actually takes place in a supernatural realm that I have been developing for ageesss. I’m actually really contemplating on writing a second part to this, so let me know if you’d like that! AND/OR making a writing collection with more haikyuu boys in this universe!! I think it would be really cool to write a supernatural au for the haikyuu boys. lol n e ways, let me know what you think and enjoy!!

sakusa’s breath gets caught in his throat at the mere sight of her. he stands across the street, adorned in his usual black attire and black panama-style hat. a mask covering his identity to the world as he peered into the small diners’ window. she stood behind the counter, chatting with the regulars as she fills up their coffee mugs. a bright smile etched across her face, filling the room with so much joy that his undead heart probably couldn’t withstand it. however for her, it was worth it.

the tacky baby blue waitress outfit matched the 50’s style diner, the color contrasting nicely against her skin. her hair cascades nicely down her back, curled for the dress code she has to withstand.

“it’s cheesy,” he remembers her telling him one night during her late shift, “but I kind of like it, in a charming way.”

it was always the same routine with them; he shows up at the diner at random times, she doesn’t ask questions as she fetches him his usual order, then she sends him that pretty smile of hers as she leans closer to him to talk about his secret. she was the only living soul to know of it, and the only living soul to have an unknown power over him. he wouldn’t trust it with others, but her? he would lay down his own life to hear her whisper his name just one more time.

the rain falling soaks into his black, wool coat. protecting his skin from the harsh air of late autumn. he finally decides to make his way inside the overly hot diner, before he has another soul to guide. he only sees her when death is present, he wouldn’t be in the human realm for any other reason. that was part of his deal to the council. how amusing is it to be a highly respected, yet exiled demon. the human realm was dirty anyways, in more ways than one. covered in diseases, pervs, assholes, and incubuses that feed daily. they annoyed him the most. loosely throwing around their name like it isn’t the thing that controls them, they just like how their name sounds when a human moans it. disgusting.

his long, bony fingers reach out to pull open the door. the heat hitting him in the face like a sharp slap, knocking the breath out of you if you aren’t prepared for it. the familiar ding from the bells attached to the handle fills the slightly empty diner. only a man sitting at the bar with a burger and a man sitting in a booth with a newspaper fill the occupants. yet his gaze is set on the girl in front of him that turns to meet his eyes. another bubbly smile stretches across her face as she places her hands on her hips.

“well, hey there stranger,” she states, a slight twang in her voice. he walks closer to the bar, sitting on the awkwardly high bar stool as she places his fresh black coffee in front of him, “long time no see, grim.”

she gently takes off his hat, tousling the curls that are hidden underneath it. he likes to think that she’s fixing his hat hair, but in reality she messes it up more. she finds it endearing how the usual put together grim reaper and can have the cutest curls to frame his face. she places his hat on the counter beside him before hooking a finger into his black mask to pull it down his face. if it were anyone else, he would’ve bitten off their finger and disinfected his whole body from the human diseases. dead or not, it still makes his skin crawl. her, however, she’s so pure and untainted.

her soul gives off a vibrant, white light. it glows nicely in the middle of her chest, as if waiting for any sort of sin to darken its glow. he also finds it adorable when her eyes brighten a smidge more to see his full face. even with the gray undertone in his skin color, the soulless eyes, and the eye bags; she stares at him like he’s the most beautiful thing to walk this earth. the mask now rests underneath his chin and her eyes are in delight with what she sees. before he could fully examine her face in the close proximity, she leans away to turn her attention to the man two seats down from him.

“want a refill, mr. k?” she questions as she reaches over to grab the pitcher full of water.

a single letter, that’s what high ranked demons go by in the human realm. you see, if you know the real name of a demon you have full power over them. it’s crucial for demons in power to keep it hidden, that’s why they usually have humans call them by their first initial. sakusa peers his eyes over to be met with the familiar gray locks of one of his colleagues. koushi sugawara, a hellhound. his usual kind stare meets sakusa’s dead stare, sending a small smile his way. sugawara then turns back to wipe the corners of his mouth one more time with his napkin, placing it on top of his now empty plate.

“no thank you, sugar,” he states softly as he placed money onto the counter, sliding it her way, “keep the change, honey.”

“you got it, mr. k,” she gleams at him, her eyes squinting slightly from her big smile, “you have a nice night now.”

sugawara stands from the stool, grabbing his jacket that rests on the chair next to him. shrugging it onto his shoulders as he turns his attention to sakusa sitting next to him.

“it’s nice to see you again grim,” he nods towards him, “still looking as dead as ever.”

“you as well,” he mumbles towards sugawara, a hand being placed on his shoulder to give a light squeeze before he walks out of the diner. he respects sugawara, as he was one of the few that fought for him during his hearing with the council.

his eyes lazily make their way back towards her, to be taken back by how close she was to him. her elbow rests next to his, her head tilting slightly to rest on her hand. her eyes wide and curious as she pushes the slice of apple pie closer to him. steam coming from the fresh pie and tickling his nose slightly, but the aroma fills his nostrils as his stomach rumbles slightly in hunger. why she was so close to him with that look? he wasn’t sure, causing his eyebrows to knit together in confusion as he picks up his utensils to eat her signature apple pie.

“well,” she asks, her eyes still wide.

“well what?” he asks back, finally taking a bite. his tastebuds doing a victory dance with the deliciousness that covered them, physically having to hold back a groan after the sweetness hits him.

“what kind of death was it today?” she asks, her head lifting from her hand as she places it on the counter. leaning slightly closer to him, if he leans in a little more as well their noses would be touching.

he knows that she does this to keep it quiet between them, but it’s a well known fact that he is the grim reaper. people always ask questions about the unusual deaths he sees on a regular basis. however, he appreciates that she respects his privacy. even though she is a curious little thing. he swallows his food before he answers, the fork still being gripped in his hand.

“hit and run,” he says with a smirk.

“tch,” she sneers as she leans back from him, grabbing the rag damp with disinfectant as she begins viciously wiping down the counter, “so much for humanity.”

“what do you mean by that?” he asks with curiosity as he takes another bite.

“well, i mean,” she starts, slightly stuttering over her words. she stops wiping as she stares off behind him, trying to come up with an explanation for how she’s feeling. “I’m beginning to lose my faith in humanity. I mean for crying out loud! we now walk freely with vampires, werewolves, witches, demons! you would think more deaths would be caused by that, but no. it’s still humans killing humans, and i’m glad you help them pass over. you’re more human than any human i have ever met.”

her words drift off at the end as a bashful state takes over her demeanor. the tips of her ears redden as she focuses her gaze on the counter instead of him. it was at this moment, that sakusa knew he would do something he would regret that night. he clenched his jaw as he contemplated his next words.

“when does your shift end?” he asks in his usual monotones voice.

her eyes shift to his, expecting him to lecture her about how he was a demon and she shouldn’t say things like that so carelessly. she was used to his scolding, he did it to her quite often. she swallows and licks her lips before replying.

“9 pm.”

“great, ten minutes for me to finish my pie,” he smiles, “let’s go for a walk after.”

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it’s been fifteen minutes since they first started their walk. his wool coat covers her exposed legs from the cold as her eyes remain upwards towards the night sky. stars twinkle down on them as their comfortable silence is wrapped around them. her mind is gushing over the beauty of the stars, but also over the beauty of him and the two little moles stacked on his forehead. his mind is running a full marathon on how to word his thoughts correctly to her. he’s too analytical, never the one to easily express his emotions. but tonight, for her, he would give it a try.

his mask remains tucked underneath his chin as his eyes remain on the ground. his bottom lip being gnawed at nervously before he takes a deep breath in. as he releases it sharply, he stops his strides next to her. causing her to halt as well, her head looks back at him as she stopped a bit in front of him.

“everything alright?” she asks in a soothing voice.

“in all of my years, alive and undead, i have never encountered something like you,” he whispers, his gaze still on the ground.

“what?” she whispers back, taking a few steps closer to him. the fog of their breaths mixing together at their proximity, she hugs his coat closer to her body as she searches for his gaze to meet his.

“in all of my years, i have never encountered something like you,” he states confidently, his dead eyes now peering into her much livelier ones. “I have met countless of people, and it’s always the same feeling with them. the greed, the lust, the wrath; it’s always one of those deadly sins that have overtaken their souls. it became redundant, annoying even, to see all of the unruly human souls running around doing whatever they want. then I met you, in a little rundown 24 hour diner with the brightest, purest glow emitting from you. you live for selfless deeds, you put yourself before others, you’re hardworking, honest, beautiful, kind, and everything that it takes to awaken my undead soul. it would stupid for me to say that I am not completely in love with you.”

“grim,” she breathes out, her eyes filling with tears over the beautiful words that he has spoken about her. but more importantly, what it would mean for him, for them.

“you know everything about me, even my weak points. you know about my exile, you know about the little human memories i have left, you know how to summon me, you know my name,” he speaks with raw emotion as his skinny hands reach for her face, the plumpness of her cheeks resting nicely in the palm of his hands, “and i’m terrified of how weak I am for you. yet, i can’t hold it in anymore. you speak so highly of me that i feel alive, but i’m not. god, you make me feel so holy. like i could walk into heaven right now. yet, i would kill a man if you just gave me a name.”

one of her hands rests on top of his, her eyes never leaving his. a single tear runs down her face, the first drop for a hurricane. his thumb wipes it away, along with the many more that come after it.

“I’m about to do something, and you and I both know what will happen after this happens,” he explains quietly as he takes one of his hands from her face and wraps it around her waist to pull her closer to him, “but please indulge me, in my own personal sin.”

after the last syllable of the word leaves his lips, he dips his head down to capture her lips with his own. the kiss is deep and full of raw, pure emotion. his grip on her is tight, because he knows that once they separate she’ll have to say it. but all she could focus on was his lips against hers. the saltiness of her tears could be tasted on lips. his skin, which is usually ice cold, is the complete opposite to his warm lips. they fit nicely against hers and move with experience as he continues to deepen the kiss. it seems as if hours had pass in the small minutes of them kissing. she didn’t want it to end, she didn’t want him to pull away. but he did. as soon as their lips part, a sob escapes her body as he rests his forehead against hers.

“send me away, y/n,” he says in a stern, yet soft tone, his hold still tight on her.

“I can’t,” she croaks out, her voice filled with sorrow as her body continues to shake with sobs, “please don’t make me.”

“I’m sorry, my love,” he whispers as pulls her closer to him, “i’m so sorry. but you and i both know, you have to.”

another cry is released as she pushes her face into his chest. her hands gripping the black turtleneck sweater, her tears wetting the shirt as well. he can only hold her, rubbing soothing circles into her back as a single tear runs down his cheek as well.

“please go away,” she sobs, “kiyoomi.”

once his name leaves her lips, her wish is his command. he vanishes in thin air, a black smoke replacing where he once was. as she sinks down to hug her knees into her chest, she promised to herself that she would see him again.

with or without death.

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balaroo · 3 years

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Negative Reinforcement

Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku one shot.

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki was the last person who should be picked to give emotional support- especially when he's stuck in a hospital room and bored out of his mind, but Izuku had shut down after their battle with Shigaraki, blaming himself for not being able to stop the carnage. When not even their classmates can pull him out of his mood Katsuki takes it into his own hands.

Aka, Katsuki has to cheer up Izuku and it goes surprisingly well.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Worried Bakugou Katsuki, he's trying his best, It Can Be Read As Platonic But Who Am I Kidding, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Cuddling, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend, Post War Arc, not spoiler free, no beta we die like nighteye, this is so self indulgent you have no idea, Depressed Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Feels Guilty, One Shot, short and sweet

Author’s Notes: I'm not really happy with how this turned out honestly. I loved the idea but I struggled to write it well, forgive me. Anyway, wanted to post it before the leaks for the new chapter come out and break me. This is my fluffy interpretation of what should happen but watch Hori stamp on my dreams.

Set right after chapter 296, there are many spoilers ahead and a few guesses about what will happen next! Thank you for reading and please leave some constructive feedback if you can! I'm still very new to writing fics like this.

Cross posted on my AO3 account, the link to which is in my bio if you’d prefer to read it there.

Rest of the work below the line!

Negative Reinforcement

If there were two things Katsuki hated more than he hated everything else the first would be hospitals. The sour smell of disinfectant that clung to each surface and the constant background hum of machines slowly drove him insane, that combined with Katsuki's own opinion that he'd spent enough time in the damned places already did not make them appealing to him. The second most hated thing would be dealing with other people's emotions. Hell- it was tiring enough having to figure out his own, let alone being expected to somehow know what other people were feeling and even if he got that bit right he was still meant to act accordingly. It was exhausting, so he tried to avoid it whenever he could. In this situation, avoiding it was not possible.

When Katsuki first woke up his thoughts had been jumbled, fleeting and fearful, considering the last thing he could remember was bleeding out in a ruined city it seemed fair enough. The room had been dark, cast in shadow with only the soft flashing lights of various medical devices to give any indication that Katsuki hadn’t been thrown into a void. He’d tossed fitfully in the hospital bed for a second, not quite grasping his surroundings and cried out as white-hot pain shot across his chest as if someone were tugging on his insides. “Kacchan?” The familiar voice was quiet but echoed with desperation and Katsuki frantically sought out its source, twisting his head, eyes finally adjusting to the gloom until he could make out a dark mound on the far side of the room that was moving. Katsuki finally separated the figure from the pile of blankets and pillows, ruffled hair stuck out in all directions and if he tried hard enough, Katsuki had been able to make out the faint gleam of green eyes piercing through the darkness locked directly onto him. “Thank goodness.” Izuku breathed as he saw Katsuki twist to look at him, his form slumped again, fading back into the shapeless mass of the hospital bed and Katsuki twitched anxiously in response. He felt completely disorientated, the thoughts in his head were moving too fast to pin down.

He’d tried to respond but his mouth felt dry and his tongue heavy, barely managing to rasp Izuku’s name in a thick croaky voice he wasn’t sure the other could even hear, struggling to lift the medicated fog that wrapped heavily around his mind like a thick blanket. Mingled feelings of relief and fear flitted around his head as he began to remember the carnage and bloodshed- Izuku was here, he had made it out and that alone calmed Katsuki enough to relax back into the bed. But what about everyone else? Their classmates had been fighting their own battles all over the city. He had barely been able to focus but managed to form a few words, “The others?” Each breath, every swallow and twitch of his head sent fresh waves of pain rippling through his body, black spots threatened to overcome his vision but he fought through it. He could almost feel the other boy hesitating, it made him more distressed. “The class is fine.” Izuku had told him at last in a heavy voice, “You should go back to sleep.” Katsuki could remember thinking how defeated the other teen sounded. He’d ground his teeth together, feeling frustration building in the pit of his stomach that he was so helpless, unable to do anything more than shake and let his eyes fall shut again, slipping back into a fitful rest.

He woke the next day, feeling much more himself and determined to find out exactly what had happened but was immediately shut down by Recovery Girl who insisted he had to stay in bed or risk an even longer ban from training. Though, if he was honest, he wasn’t sure if he would’ve been able to stand up, let alone shake someone down for answers. Katsuki then tried to interrogate Izuku about it but the freckled nerd was annoyingly quiet for a change, spending most of his time with his back to Katsuki facing the bare white walls of the room. It was worrying, to say the least. Katsuki tried to tell himself that Izuku was just recovering from the wounds he’d sustained from All For One, damage that might not ever heal according to Recovery Girl. Izuku might never be able to use his arms in battle again.

Another day crawled by insufferably slowly. The only people allowed in their room had been Recovery Girl and a few different nurses who would bring food and water, all of which had clammed up the second Katsuki tried to ask them for news. He was frustrated with being talked over again and again, his hands tingled with a need to blow something up. So even by his own standards, he was in a lousy mood when their classmates were finally able to visit. Recovery Girl had forbidden the entire class from coming, “Only a few at a time.” She’d said as she’d been checking on their bandages, “If either of you reopens your wounds then I’ll have to put in overtime, and I won’t be quite so nice.” Katsuki snorted, tapping his fingers against the side of the bed impatiently. He’d spent the morning trying to coax a conversation out of Izuku. Well, not so much coax as annoy or tease, but they were solid tactics that usually got a reaction. Today, however, he got nothing more than one-word replies until Katsuki had gotten so annoyed he’d just given up completely. He’d prefer it if Izuku would just yell at him, yelling he understood. Just say Katsuki had made him mad, anything other than this stony silence. It had Katsuki on edge.

He was brought back to the present as he saw Izuku move so he was sat up in the bed facing the door. Katsuki could finally see his face properly for the first time. It looked drawn and tired, eyes that were usually bright stared blankly at the wall and there were dark bags under them. Katsuki briefly wondered how much Izuku had actually been sleeping while he was turned away from him. He thought again about trying to get his attention but then the door swung open, banging against the wall noisily and making Recovery Girl tsk in irritation. Iida was the first through the door, his face was still bruised slightly in places and his wrist had some kind of support on it but other than that he seemed okay. “We are here to represent the class!” The dark-haired teen announced. His good hand gripped a mixture of brightly coloured heart-shaped balloons all with ‘ Get well soon!’ scrawled across them. Katsuki’s eye twitched. He’d never wanted to leave a room more than he had at this moment. The others were filing in now. Including Iida, Uraraka, Todoroki, Mina, Kirishima, and Sero were the first ones who’d come to see them. They all bore marks of the battle in some way shape or form. Todoroki had a bandage wrapped around part of his face and Kirishima’s left arm was heavily bandaged. The rest had scratches that had been taped up but it was their expressions that made Katsuki realise something was wrong.

They entered the room with forced smiles which were surprisingly eerie and didn’t match the dullness in their eyes. They all looked so tired. Though when they saw Katsuki and Izuku both sat up in their beds, watching them, they did seem to brighten up. Mina was the first to move forwards, dropping to perch on the edge of Katsuki’s bed with a loud exhalation, “You two had us all worried!” Iida was now tying his balloons to the leg of a table between the two beds and Uraraka hurried forwards carrying an assortment of chocolate that she put on the table as well. She then turned to Izuku with a nervous smile. He was regarding their classmates with a far-away look in his eyes but he did meet Uraraka’s gaze. “We uh- got those mint chocolates you like.” She began awkwardly, “How are you feeling?” Katsuki watched the exchange with narrowed eyes. He could tell she was taken aback by Izuku’s state but she was doing a poor job of hiding it. For a moment Katsuki wasn’t sure if the green-haired boy was even going to respond, then, at last, he smiled faintly, though it seemed more like a grimace, and said, “I’m okay.” A brief rush of relief hit Katsuki as he saw the boy sit up a little more, though he still had that glazed expression.

Then Katsuki’s view of them was blocked by Sero and Kirishima who moved a few of the visitors' chairs to crowd around his bed. “It’s so good to see you, man!” Kirishima exclaimed, he had a grin on his face and patted Katsuki on his non-bandaged shoulder as he sat down. “They told us you guys were fine but they wouldn’t let anyone come near you. Are you doing okay?” Katsuki growled and picked at a spot on his bedsheet where the thread had come loose, “I’m just about ready to break out of here, consequences be fucked.” Sero chuckled sympathetically and glanced around at the very clean, very sparse room, “Pretty bored then huh?” Katsuki’s patience was thinning rapidly. He was glad to see them all in one piece but if he had to walk around social niceties to get a straight answer from someone he really was going to lose it. “Not just that,” He snapped, “No one here will tell me anything. What the hell happened after the battle?” He didn’t miss the way Mina caught Kirishima’s eye with a startled expression as he turned to look at each of them in turn. When no one offered up a quick answer Katsuki had to stifle another growl, they were holding something back from him and he knew it. “I know we’re here because the bastard set his Nomu’s loose or whatever and they thought they’d come after us, but why hasn’t anyone told us anything? All Mig-” Katsuki broke off and stared bitterly at his hands. He’d been about to say All Might hasn’t even been to see Deku but he didn’t want Izuku to overhear him. He could hear Todoroki talking faintly in the background so he hoped the other invalid teen hadn’t been listening to him about to point out the obvious but Katsuki was mad the former symbol of peace hadn’t been to see them yet. If anyone could pull Izuku out of whatever stupid funk he was in, it would be All Might.

“Bakugou…” Kirishima started warily, “A lot happened, we’re-” He stopped mid-sentence and glanced helplessly at Sero. “We’re not supposed to say much.” Sero finished for the redhead, “They said you needed more time to heal befo-” “Fuck that.” Katsuki snarled, his stomach was twisted into knots with anticipation. He wanted to stomp his foot like a child. Maybe break something against a wall. If they left without giving him any answers he didn’t know how much longer he’d have to wait to have another chance. They were all watching him with concern and Katsuki realised he’d been gripping the covers tightly in his fists. He let go quickly but he’d already left scorch marks smouldering in the pale blue sheets. He struggled to relax his jaw and tried again, “If I have to lie here one more day without knowing what’s going on out there, I really will get out of bed and find out myself. That sound like a great way to heal to you?”

It was Sero who broke first, “I guess, I don’t think I could stay still either.” He admitted, looking at Kirishima who sighed but murmured in agreement. “He does have a point,” Mina said from where she was still sitting at the end of the bed, “And I wouldn’t put it past him to sneak out.” She stuck her tongue out playfully as Katsuki glowered at her, but he was silently glad to see her acting normal. Kirishima breathed out heavily, slumping forwards in the chair and meeting Katsuki’s gaze. “What do you want to know first?” “How is everyone?” Katsuki asked immediately, “We could only get them to tell us no one else from the class was in hospital but that was pretty much it.” Smiling softly, Kirishima nodded, “Everyone’s okay. Kaminari wanted to come today but he’s still on bed rest.” He waved a hand as Katsuki opened his mouth, “Just in his dorm. He got a pretty bad knock to the head but he’s fine, really.” Katsuki closed his mouth and eyed the others quietly. There was still something they hadn’t told him, he could see it in their faces, in the smiles that looked too fake and the unspoken grief he could feel around them.

“What happened?” Was all he asked, “Something went wrong, didn’t it?” He could almost see their facade’s failing, Kirishima wouldn’t meet his eyes now and seemed very interested in his hands while Sero leaned further back into his chair, tugging subconsciously at the hem of his shirt. Mina’s head dropped and Katsuki could see her bottom lip trembling as she stared down at the floor, when Kirishima offered a hand to her she took it and clutched it tightly, like a lifeline. Her entire demeanour changed in a few short moments. Whatever had happened, it really distressed her. There was another silent moment before Kirishima started talking again, “You were there when Aizawa sensei was hit with a quirk deleter round?” Katsuki nodded grimly, “He took his own leg off, I saw.” The redhead winced, “He’s still recovering, it was bad.” “But he’ll be okay?” It was Sero who answered, “We haven’t been able to see him yet but Shinsou said he’s doing better.” Katsuki wanted to relax but the other’s tone of voice sounded heavy. “There’s something else…” Kirishima began, “When we were trying to keep Gigantomachia from reaching the city we…” Another deep breath and his bright red eyes looked watery. “We lost Midnight.” Mina’s shoulders shook and her body convulsed in a choked sob but Katsuki could only stare in disbelief. Midnight had been their teacher for almost a year, she couldn’t just be gone. Katsuki’s focus wavered, his mind drifting. He could tell from their reactions what they meant and felt a deep pit open in his stomach. After everything that had happened, all the fighting, he never thought they’d actually lose someone. God, he was fucking naive.

The others gave him a little while to process it and Katsuki found himself wishing for the umpteenth time that he was anywhere else. “Bakugou?” Sero asked eventually and Katsuki quickly returned his attention to them. Mina’s eyes were red around the edges and he knew now why they all looked so drained. “How did it happen?” He managed to ask. His body felt oddly numb but when he spoke his voice sounded unsteady, even to himself. Mina leant forwards and breathed out shakily, “W- we don’t really know. We hadn’t heard from her and then we just found her, lying there.” Tears trailed down her pink cheeks and she lifted her free hand as if she was reaching for something. “I was- I held her hand.” Her voice ended in a whisper, dark eyes hazy. Katsuki shifted uncomfortably, glancing away. He didn’t like being confined in one space for moments like this, it made him feel nervous as if he were trapped. Kirishima was trying to comfort Mina though he seemed just as broken down himself. Sero watched them sadly for a moment before glancing back at Katsuki, “Other heroes were killed too. No one we knew well but they got the number 6 hero, Crust.” The dark-haired teen hesitated before continuing as if he wasn’t sure how much he should say. “Most of the big heroes are out of action. Hawks and Endeavour are still in bad condition, Miruko as well. But they’ll heal.” He sounded unsure of himself. The numbness settled a little deeper into Katsuki and he closed his eyes. All the destruction he’d seen from Shigaraki’s quirk and then Gigantomachia tearing the city apart, he didn’t want to ask about civilian casualties.

There was silence then, nothing more to say really. Sero returned to consoling the other two, whether he was unsure of how to do the same for Katsuki or thought the blonde wanted the space Katsuki couldn’t tell, but he was grateful for it. During the break from their conversation, he tried to focus on what his other classmates were saying to Izuku. They’d arranged themselves near the freckled teen’s head and Uraraka was saying something in an upbeat voice. “Recovery Girl said you’d be okay to go outside for a bit,” the round-faced girl was saying, “Stretch your legs, maybe see Eri. She’s worried about you.” Todoroki and Iida murmured agreement but Katsuki could make out Izuku’s face between Kirishima and Sero now, he still had his eyes fixed downwards with that subdued look on his face. Katsuki wondered if they’d told Izuku about Midnight or if they thought he couldn’t handle it yet. “Maybe.” Izuku replied, Katsuki was vaguely relieved to hear this voice sounding a little louder, “I’m still really tired.” Uraraka and Iida exchanged glances. “We can uh- leave you to rest a bit more?” Iida asked though he sounded like he didn’t want to. When Izuku simply nodded mutely and settled back down into the bed, turning to face his back to them, Iida’s face fell. He said something quietly to Todoroki and Uraraka that Katsuki couldn’t make out but the three of them got up and made their way dejectedly towards Mina and the others. Katsuki wanted to yell at them to keep talking to him but he just stared worriedly at Izuku’s back, if he was refusing to talk to his friends, how could Katsuki get him to say anything?

Uraraka joined Mina at the foot of the bed, Katsuki felt the mattress shift beneath her weight as she put her head in her hands. Mina patted her on the back and Iida stood in front of her, looking concerned. Todoroki had come to stand closer to the Katsuki. He leaned forwards slightly, “Has he said anything to you?” He asked quietly, his eyes were anxious and Katsuki knew he was just as worried about Izuku. Katsuki wrinkled his face, not pleased with the fact he hadn’t, “No.” He returned to picking at the loose thread on his mattress. For a second, he thought he saw Todoroki smile faintly as if Katsuki’s reaction had amused him. But when he looked up, it was gone. “I feel so helpless,” Uraraka said through her hands, catching the blonde’s attention again. “He’s just…” She trailed off miserably and looked back up at the rest of them. Iida reached out to rest his hand tentatively on her shoulder and squeezed it gently. She gave him a weak smile in reply but still looked close to tears. Katsuki hated to agree with her but as he glanced across at the pitiful figure of Izuku, still curled up against the wall, his heart thumped uncomfortably hard in his chest. He felt like he needed to confront something, preferably something physical. If he could just get out of bed and blow off some steam maybe he’d be able to think clearly. But no. He was trapped here, in bed, with a bunch of emotional teenagers and no anger outlet. Definitely a worst-case scenario.

Katsuki finally drew his eyes away from Izuku as he saw Kirishima shift in his chair. He exchanged an apprehensive look with Sero and opened his mouth as if he were going to say something more. “Bakugou...” But Iida cut in before he could get anywhere. “We should let you get some rest.” Iida fixed Kirishima with a pointed look and the spiky-haired teen glanced away, still looking guilty. They all made a move to get up but Katsuki spoke first. He wasn’t going to let them leave without telling him the truth. The whole truth. “What are you hiding from me now?” He demanded, his voice bitter. He’d had enough of all the secrets now. More glances were exchanged between the visiting party and Katsuki furrowed his brow even deeper. “Tell me or get the fuck out.” He snapped at them, patience far beyond gone. If they wanted to keep shit from him, that was fine. Well, it wasn’t actually but he didn’t want them here if that was the case and if they kept looking at him like some fragile thing he was going to go feral.

Iida sighed at Katsuki’s brash tone and pushed his glasses further up his nose. He cast a look over his shoulder at where Izuku lay unmoving and shuffled closer to Katsuki, speaking in a low voice as if he didn’t want the other teen to hear him. “None of the teachers wanted us to tell you, but…” Another pause as he built up the nerve to continue. Katsuki blinked in surprise and his anger faded slightly. Iida going rogue? The strict class representative was finally getting interesting. Iida stole a glance at where Recovery Girl was sitting in her usual chair in the far corner, head bowed as if she were dozing. She certainly wasn’t paying them any attention. “You’re being kept behind U.A’s defences because not long after Shigaraki disappeared, he sent his Nomu’s to Tartarus.” A cold feeling was beginning to settle in Katsuki’s stomach, “All For One’s prison.” He murmured. Iida nodded gravely, “Yes. Most of the top pro-heroes were still out of action or unaccounted for- There was no one to stop him. He took back his real body and broke out some more nasty criminals along the way. No one’s seen him since.”

If All For One had his body back and control of Shigaraki’s powers as well as the Nomu, everything they’d sacrificed… Had it done anything? Katsuki shook his head as if shaking away the thought. No, he couldn’t think like that. They’d saved most of the city just by holding Shigaraki down, Gigantomachia too, it hadn’t been useless. He side-eyed Izuku’s bed again. Was it just his imagination or had the boy shifted slightly in his peripheral vision? Returning his attention to the others, Katsuki clenched his fists. Though he wasn’t happy that they were being guarded, he could admit it made a lot of sense. The U.A Barrier was pretty formidable but he wasn’t sure it could hold off the bastard if he really wanted to get to them. Another flicker of movement in the corner of his eye and Katsuki was sure of it now. “You should go.” He said to them. Kirishima started, “W- Bakugou, are-” Rolling his eyes, Katsuki interrupted him. “I’m sure, Shitty-Hair. Get going, I want to sleep.” The redhead hesitated then nodded slowly and got up. The others said their goodbyes and did the same, stacking the visitors’ chairs back up and piling them in the corner before heading for the door.

Katsuki was so focused on watching Izuku for more movement he didn’t realise Todoroki was lingering by the edge of his bed until he coughed. The other teen kept his voice low as he said to Katsuki, “You’ll talk to him, won’t you?” Katsuki knew what he meant instantly and scowled, “What do you think I’m doing, bastard?” Now piss off.” Todoroki backed off, but Katsuki could see that same knowing smile on his face as he turned away. Though he tried not to focus on it, Katsuki’s face felt flushed and he glared angrily at Todoroki’s retreating back. Soon, their classmates were gone and the room felt bare once again. Though Katsuki had been sure Recovery Girl was asleep, the moment the door swung shut she got slowly to her feet. The old medic gave Katsuki a wry smile. “I’ve got other things to get done. You two rest.” She paused, “and heal .” The emphasis she put on the last word made Katsuki uncomfortable again and he was sure she knew exactly what they’d been talking about. Then she left and it was just the two of them.

Katsuki took a deep breath and glanced across at the other bed. Izuku was still, his back turned to the room, looking pretty much dead to the world like he had done for the last few days. But Katsuki had been sure he’d seen him twitch when Iida had spoken of All For One. He was awake, and he must have heard what their classmates had said. “You should talk to them.” He said before he could lose his nerve. Izuku stiffened from across the room and Katsuki waited before continuing, “They’re worried about you.” The silence between them stretched longer and Katsuki was sure Izuku would just ignore him as he had done since he’d woken up here until finally, he shifted. “And tell them what?” The green-haired boy’s voice sounded so tired and bitter that Katsuki winced. He’d never seen Izuku so hopeless before. He’d always been the first to bounce back from everything, it was one of his most irritating qualities. “The truth. They want to help you, idiot.” More silence, then at last, “What is the truth?” Even quieter than before and Katsuki had to strain to hear it. Katsuki blinked, “Huh?” What the hell was he talking about? Izuku rolled onto his back and Katsuki caught a glimpse of his face. It was streaked with tears, more running silently down his cheeks and Katsuki’s chest tightened painfully. “The truth,” Izuku repeated, his voice catching in his throat. “That I wasn’t able to stop All For One. I was given this power to be a hero and I couldn’t even protect the people I care about the most.” Katsuki gawked incredulously at him, “ That’s what you’ve been upset about?” He demanded, “You have got to be the thickest person I h-” He broke off abruptly as Izuku lifted one of his heavily bandaged arms in front of his face. “Hey! Stop it. You’re not supposed to move them.” But the freckled teen didn’t seem to hear him, “All For One was right.” He murmured, “I’m worthless, I don’t deserve this power.”

Katsuki could only stare at him in shock- It was one of the last things he’d expected Izuku to be hung up over after everything he’d seen him accomplish in a single year. He struggled vainly to find something to say. This was the exact opposite of what he was good at. Izuku had dropped his hand back to his side, staring emptily at the ceiling, and Katsuki’s stomach twisted painfully again. Part of him just wanted to yell at the dumbass about how, well, dumb he was being. Could he not see everything he’d done? All the lives he’d saved? But his mouth felt thick and heavy, his heart pounded so loud now and he had to bite down on his tongue to stop from cursing himself. This was pathetic, not even able to tell Izuku, someone he’d been willing to die for, that he was impressed with him. What kind of person did he have to be to find jumping in front of those spikes easier than admitting he was wrong? If he was doing this it would be his way. The first step was to make Izuku realise how stupid he sounded.

“Deku.” He said after a few minutes of silence had passed, “Come here a second.” Wide confused eyes stared at him, “W-what?” “Come here.” He repeated. “Why?” Katsuki’s eye twitched, “Because I can’t get up and- Fuck’s sake, just move it!” The bedsheets rustled softly as Izuku pushed them aside and slowly got up. It was a bit awkward, not being able to use his arms to prop himself up, but he managed it and then stood there, pausing for a moment before he walked cautiously over to where Katsuki lay. He stopped near the top of the bed and Katsuki huffed in annoyance, beckoning the other one closer. Izuku still looked confused but shuffled another few steps forwards, leaning down until he was close enough for Katsuki to whack him upside the head. It wasn’t a particularly hard hit but Izuku still yelped and stared at Katsuki in disbelief, “What was that for?!” He whined loudly. Katsuki couldn’t help but smile slightly at the indignance in his voice, it felt like a long time since Izuku’s voice had sounded anything but broken. “Negative reinforcement,” he said, “When you say something stupid about yourself, I get to hit you.” Narrowed green eyes met his own but he was sure they seemed more focused than before. Katsuki sighed, shifting in his bed. “You really think you didn’t do anything to help?”

Izuku was watching him closely, his expression clouded with an emotion Katsuki couldn’t bring himself to figure out. But he didn’t reply so Katsuki continued. “For starters, the second you realised Shigaraki could track you, you led him away from the evacuation. Which was pretty fucking stupid because you tried to do it without telling anyone.” Izuku snorted but didn’t interrupt, he’d stopped crying now which was a win, right? Katsuki had to tear his eyes away from the teen, the itchiness he felt was back, crawling all over his skin until he ground his teeth together, hard. “Then you unlocked float,” Katsuki counted it down on his fingers as if he were making a list, “ And used blackwhip to keep everyone from being destroyed by decay.” Another finger down. “Kacchan…” Izuku said hesitantly and Katsuki glanced back up at him. Freckles stood out against a bright red face and he took another step forwards so he was right next to Katsuki’s bed. Katsuki raised an eyebrow, he was sure his own face was flushed too but he managed to keep his voice steady as he said, “What? Are you saying you didn’t do that?” Izuku shook his head slowly and Katsuki could swear he saw the hint of a smile begin to tug at his lips. “Exactly. Now shut the fuck up and let me tell it.” He heard a soft chuckle to his side and blinked rapidly, trying to remember where he’d stopped. It was an effort to keep talking. He didn’t like that reassuring someone else meant he had to say embarrassing things like this. “You managed to stop All For One from stealing your power then still got up and kept fighting him again. Am I missing anything?” Izuku was stood with his bowed, dark hair in his face but Katsuki could hear him sniffing and figured he was crying again.

Shoulders shaking slightly, Izuku looked back up and yep. He was definitely crying again. “I could only do that because you saved me! You, Lemillion, Todoroki, Iida, you all helped me. And I couldn’t even stop you from getting hurt!” Another sob shook him, “If I can’t protect the people I care about, what good am I?” Katsuki frowned and rapped Izuku’s head with his knuckles again. It wasn’t as hard as the first time, more like he was trying to knock some sense into him but it still made Izuku start. He stared at him, the tears in his eyes glittered in the harsh hospital lights and Katsuki faltered. He was sure his stomach was now trying to escape his body by making him want to throw it up but he drew in another breath to steady himself. “That’s our job, dumbass. We’re all trying to save as many people as we can.” Izuku shook his head, he moved forwards somewhat uncertainly to perch on the edge of the bed. It dipped slightly under his weigh and Katsuki moved further back towards the wall so Izuku could turn to face him, now sitting cross-legged on the sheets which took a degree of shuffling around. Katsuki was very aware of how Izuku’s knees were pressed against his side on the small space. It was through the sheets but he was sure he could feel it. When the other didn’t say anything about their new position, Izuku started again. “With One For All though, I’m meant to save everyone. That’s what I was given it for.” His gaze fell again, “Midnight, everyone who was killed, I should’ve saved them. But I couldn’t do it. I shouldn’t have this power.” He went silent, looking even more miserable. “They told you?” Katsuki asked. He tried to stay quiet but he was surprised Iida or either of the others would’ve said anything to him. Izuku shook his head glumly, “I heard the nurses talking when they thought I was asleep.”

Katsuki regarded him with a sad expression, that must’ve been why he’d been in such a slump, learning that their teacher was killed for the very thing he believed he should’ve prevented. He’d had the worlds biggest burden dropped on his shoulders in the middle of a war, but he wouldn’t ask anyone to help him carry it. Which was Katsuki’s fault. All through their childhood and then their teenage years, Izuku had just wanted to be included, he always tried so hard never to be a burden. Izuku glanced back up as he heard the other boy sigh, his face tinged pink, probably from all the crying, and Katsuki tried again. “Deku. You can’t save everyone, not all the time.” Izuku flinched and Katsuki hurried on, “Not even All Might could do that so stop putting so much pressure on yourself.” Those bright eyes were staring at him so intensely now but Katsuki couldn’t stop, Izuku had to hear this. He swallowed dryly, “All For One, One for All, they’re both cursed powers.” Izuku tilted his head to the side, “They’re not the same though,” He protested, “One For All is meant to help people.” Shaking his head, Katsuki struggled to sit up taller, ignoring Izuku’s worried protests. He had to make Izuku understand this. It was something he’d realised pretty soon after All Might told them about the other wielders of Izuku’s power.

“Just fucking listen, okay. One For All is only as good as whoever uses it. Every one of its past users died alone, trying to stop All For One because they thought like you. They thought they had to fight that bastard on their own so no one else would get hurt, but that’s exactly why they all died.” He stared straight into Izuku’s eyes, willing him to realise it. “If you keep trying to win by yourself then you’ll get killed. You have to let other people help you.” “But what if you get hurt again? What if you get killed? I don’t want that to happen!” Izuku’s voice was insistent, his eyes were set in the way Katsuki could tell he was going to be stubborn about it and his own temper flared up in retaliation. “What, and you think I’ll be okay if you die?!” The words were out of his mouth before he could think about them but he felt the heat creeping into his face as he realised what he said. It did succeed in silencing Izuku however, and Katsuki took the opportunity to keep talking. “Even if you did manage to defeat All For One, it wouldn’t be a victory for any of us-” He willed himself to say it again, “For me, if you get killed.” The heat was now spreading down his neck and he dropped his head to avoid Izuku’s gaze, frustration or something else was making his own vision blurry. The other boy was quiet and Katsuki very much wanted to curl up in a hole somewhere and think about what he’d just said for a few years or so. He resented how difficult this was. Neither of them moved until Katsuki heard Izuku sniff. He looked up in surprise to see more tears on the boys face. Had he said something wrong? Katsuki started to move forward and opened his mouth but Izuku shook his head, rubbing the tears off his cheeks with his shoulder. “Sorry, Kacchan. I’m just-” He sounded hoarse but there was a soft smile on his face, “When I was fighting Shigaraki, all I could think about was what would happen to you and everyone else that I-” “That you didn’t think about yourself.” Katsuki finished with a sigh, “I fucking hate that about you. Can’t be a hero if you’re dead, can you?” He’d meant it to be a rebuke but Izuku’s smile widened even more and he laughed. A proper laugh, the first time Katsuki had heard in what felt like forever, and he couldn’t help but relax at the sound of it. Okay, this sucked and he felt itchy all over, but it was rewarding to see the enthusiasm return to Izuku’s face.

The laugh faded and Izuku returned to staring at Katsuki with such a fond expression that he felt a sharp twinge of guilt in his gut. He knew Izuku had only ever wanted to be close again, like how it had been when they were kids, and he was still waiting after everything that Katsuki had done to him. Part of him wished Izuku would just hate him, it would be easier to understand for one thing. “Kacchan, thank you.” The soft voice broke him out of his thoughts, “Everything All For One said to me…” He trailed off and stared at his arms, still thickly bandaged and splinted. “I thought I had gotten past it but it made me feel so useless. I guess I’m still just Deku.” He said it so sadly that Katsuki felt the twinge grow into a gut-wrenching pain. That stupid nickname. Izuku had tried to reclaim it but it seemed he didn’t really believe it himself. Katsuki probably could have pulled his heart right out of his throat at this point, “Well, duh, Deku. You said you were always gonna try your best, right?” He tried to make it sound casual, but he was admitting to something he'd known for a while. That Deku hadn't meant worthless for a very long time.

The look of surprise on Izuku’s face only lasted for a second before his eyes filled with tears yet again, his bottom lip trembling as he sobbed out, “Kacchan.” Then he was launching himself towards Katsuki who promptly stiffened in shock. It was an incredibly uncomfortable hug to manoeuvre, it would've been without the weird position. Izuku couldn’t lift his arms so he sort of squished himself against Katsuki’s side, face mashed between Katsuki’s shoulder and neck. Katsuki’s heart was going haywire, he didn’t even notice the pain in his side and very slowly, he wrapped his good arm around Izuku’s shoulders, patting him clumsily on the back as he cried against his collarbone. “You’re pathetic,” He mumbled, uncomfortable with the silence, “Moping around for days and making everyone worry, bastard.” Izuku laughed between deep breaths, trying to stifle his sobs. “Should’ve said something earlier.” Izuku twisted his head so it was laying on Katsuki’s shoulder, “You’re meant to be nice to me, I’m upset.” He said though Katsuki could feel his lips curved in a smile against his skin. His face felt like it was on fire now, “This is me being nice, and you’re always upset about something.” “I know, thank you.” The other replied. Katsuki’s skin tingled where Izuku’s eyelashes fluttered against his neck, still blinking away tears. Katsuki wasn’t sure what to say after that. It was complicated. He knew Izuku needed him right now, but Katsuki hadn’t done enough to deserve it yet. It felt wrong to be so content that he was the one Izuku reached out for. Just be there for him now, he decided, be there for him and try harder to earn it.

He wasn’t sure exactly when Izuku fell asleep on him. At some point, his breathing evened out and he’d relaxed against Katsuki’s side. The blonde was still too wired to relax. Who knew a conversation could fill him with such adrenaline, he was struggling not to shift around and wake Izuku up. The boy had looked so tired, with everything he’d been holding in it wasn’t a surprise that he’d not gotten any peace. Katsuki hoped he would sleep soundly now. He was still awake when Recovery Girl stepped back into the room. She took one look at the two of them, curled up together on Katsuki’s bed and he was sure she’d say something about how they should be resting in separate beds, maybe she had to check their wounds or something and Izuku would be forced to move. He couldn’t lie that the thought made him a bit panicked. But she simply gave him a strange look, one eyebrow half-raised as if she were asking him a question. When Katsuki didn’t move the old lady shrugged, turning to leave again. She flicked off the light as she did so, leaving the room in dappled shadows as the sun sank lower in the sky. Was it that late already? He hadn’t noticed the time passing by but he was starting to feel tired. Emotions were just as draining, sometimes more so, than being in a fight, and Katsuki certainly felt like a battle had been won in that room today.

With a sigh, Katsuki accepted there wasn’t much more he could do at the moment. The warmth of Izuku against his side made him feel drowsy and he finally gave in- shifting in the bed as carefully as he could until he was lying down. He wrapped his arm a little more firmly against Izuku and smiled faintly as he felt him hum in response, pressing closer to Katsuki’s chest. Izuku was lying on top of the sheets and there wasn’t any way to get him under them without waking him up but there was a spare pile of blankets that rested on the chair closest to Katsuki’s bed and he managed to drag a couple closer to him, draping them over Izuku’s form. With that sorted, Katsuki could relax. He rested his head gently against the mass of green curls and let his eyes drift shut, trying to empty his mind. It didn’t matter if All For One was out to get them or if Izuku’s arms wouldn’t heal right. They were both alive for now, and they would figure it out.

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jaenicolevalley · 3 years

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Jikook A/B/O AU - I Need U

~4~

It was raining when Jungkook woke up a little after nine. Stretching and walking to the bathroom, Jungkook nearly ran into Jimin.

“Oh, I’m sorry Jimin. Good morning,” he said. The Omega stared at him with wide eyes before turning and briskly walking to his room. A little confused, Jungkook shrugged and kept walking to the bathroom.

They eventually met up again in the kitchen as Jungkook washed the dishes from last night’s dinner and Jimin worked on making them breakfast. A loud clap of thunder shook the house, Making both Alpha and Omega jump. A crash followed the thunder, making Jungkook turn and make sure Jimin was okay. The young man had dropped a ceramic bowl he’d been using to mix the eggs. He knelt to the ground, immediately trying to clean up the mess. As Jungkook crouched down to help him, the Omega hissed in pain.

“Are you okay?” Jungkooked asked. When Jimin didn’t answer him, he gently grabbed his wrist and turned his hand over. There was a small but kind of deep cut on his palm. Jungkook grabbed a washcloth and pressed it over the cut, hoping to slow the bleeding. “We need to disinfect it and bandage it,” Jungkook mumbled, more talking to himself than anything. Jimin nodded and allowed Jungkook to keep a hold of his wrist as he led them to the bathroom upstairs.

He sat the Omega down on the toilet and dug around until he found the supplies he was looking for. When he found what he was looking for, he knelt in front of Jimin and gently dabbed the cut with hydrogen peroxide and a cotton ball. Jimin hissed but tried not to move, staring at Jungkook the entire time. When he had finished with his hand, Jungkook found himself looking up into Jimin’s beautiful amber eyes. They stared at each other for a second or two, both of them just looking. Jungkook found that Jimin was slightly leaning forward, his gaze often jumping to his lips as if he wanted to kiss him. At the thought of kissing Jimin, Jungkook’s thoughts turned dirty. Jimin smelled when his body reacted, tensing up and fear permeating his beautiful pastry scent. Realizing what he was doing, Jungkook stood abruptly and practically ran out of the bathroom until he was standing on the front porch, taking in deep breaths.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it, trying to calm himself down. He normally didn’t react that way around Omegas, was especially good at controlling himself. So what made Jimin different?

His phone buzzed again and Jungkook sighed. Get a grip, Jungkook, he thought to himself. As he reached for his phone, the front door opened and Jimin stepped out.

“Jungkook?” he hesitantly said.

Clearing his throat, Jungkook nodded. “Yes, uh, what’s up?”

“Hobi asked for us to go to the grocery store to get some stuff for dinner.”

Ah. That must have been why his phone had been going off. Jimin had already grabbed an umbrella so he motioned for them to get going. Jimin walked with the umbrella and Jungkook just flipped his hood up, which probably wasn’t the smartest idea since it was raining quite hard. While they walked, Jungkook thought about Jimin and what had happened earlier.

Jimin glanced at the Alpha out of the corner of his eye. He looked sad, almost, and Jimin wanted to ask him why. However, it seemed as if his voice had decided to stop working. He kinda wished that the Alpha would say something, kinda missed hearing his beautiful voice. There was something comforting about the Alpha, something that just kinda made Jimin not be so nervous around an Alpha. Still, though, Jimin just wasn’t used to being around Alphas.

They made it to the grocery store and quickly picked up everything that Hobi had requested. It was still raining out and Jimin paused in the doorway of the store, turning to look at Jungkook.

“Do you...um, would you like to share the umbrella?”

Jungkook turned to stare at Jimin, those beautiful doe eyes looking at Jimin with surprise in them. “I should be okay. But thank you, Jimin. I really appreciate it.”

Jimin nodded, his cheeks heating up and his hands fidgeting with the grocery bags. They began to walk in silence again, Jimin taking the time to look at Jungkook, really look at him, trying to figure out what it was about Jungkook that Jimin liked.

The Alpha was taller than Jimin, his black hair and amber doe eyes combined with sharp cheekbones and sensual lips made him so handsome. Then there was his scent, a little like cinnamon and pine trees mixed with rain. God, Jimin could bathe in that scent. But what really drew Jimin in was his personality. Where most Alphas took a chance to be assholes and idiots just because they were Alphas, Jungkook was kind and appreciative. He didn’t try to use his secondary gender as a way to get what he wanted. He had even freaked out earlier when he’d scared Jimin.

“Jimin? You okay?”

Jimin didn’t realize he had stopped walking just in front of Hobi’s house. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and motioned to the house. “Yeah, sorry, guess I’m not feeling well. C’mon, let’s get you out of the rain.”

Once the groceries were put away, Jungkook suggested that they just relax since Jimin had said he wasn’t feeling well. Jimin agreed and even said that they could watch a movie if he wanted to. But Jungkook had shaken his head.

“I’m not really once to watch movies,” he said, his cheeks turning pink. “I actually, um, prefer to read.”

“Okay,” Jimin said. “Hobi’s got a bunch of books in my room if you want to read one.” Jimin had said the words before he'd even realized what he was saying. The Alpha would see his nest, the most private part of his life, but in all honesty, he really didn’t feel nervous showing Jungkook that.

Jungkook hesitantly nodded as Jimin stood, motioning for the Alpha to follow. He stayed a respectable distance away from Jimin as they walked to his room, something that made Jimin smile. He paused in front of his door, but only for a second as he pushed it open, revealing the room. He watched Jungkook as he glanced into the room, his heart fluttering as his lips twitched into a soft smile.

“The books are over there in the corner,” Jimin said. Jungkook nodded his head and walked to where Jimin had pointed, searching through the book titles until he found one that interested him. While he was bent down, Jimin tried to look away, but the tight pants Jungkook was wearing accented his thick thighs and butt. When he started to stand, Jimin blinked away, hoping the Alpha hadn’t just caught him checking out his butt. Pushing his thoughts aside, Jimin headed back downstairs quietly before he noticed that the Alpha was still wearing wet clothes.

“Jungkook, you should go take a shower.”

Jungkook hesitated at the bottom of the stairs, eyes wide.

“Um, I just mean, you’ll catch a cold if you keep wearing those wet clothes.”

“Oh. Uh, yeah, you’re right. I’ll uh, go take one right now.”

Jungkook awkwardly stood, pausing before heading upstairs.

“Thank you, Jimin. Um, I’m also sorry about earlier.”

After the Alpha had gone upstairs and Jimin heard the shower start up, He smiled to himself, almost feeling giddy. If there was anyone that Jimin wanted to be friends with, it would be Jungkook. So what if he had a bad past. Maybe Jungkook wasn’t like the rest. Maybe he was nice and he wouldn’t try anything with Jimin. And maybe, just maybe, Jimin already liked the Alpha.

#Jikook fanfic #jikook #Jimin #Park Jimin #Jungkook #Jeon Jungkook #ABO #abo dynamics #original story #rewrite #BTS #Hoseok #Hobi #Suga #Min Yoongi #Kim Namjoon #RM #Kim Seokjin #Jin

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echo-bleu · 4 years

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FIC PROMPT: Kyle or Liz wanting to talk to Alex about his suicidal ideation.

There it is Beth! I couldn’t figure out a way to make this related to what Alex told Michael in 2x10, not without dealing with the whole kidnapping thing, but then I realized it didn’t have to be related. I’m not sure why this wanted to be post 2x06, but it is. Or, a slightly different version of 2x06.

My headcanons for Alex’s background here are the same as I used in setting fire to our insides (for fun).

[suicide ideation, mentions of suicide attempt, mentions of bullying and child abuse, vague description of a dead person, stab wound, vague mentions of the 2x06 scene]

spinning like a weathervane

“Hey,” Alex opens the door, blinking hard at the light. He squints and looks away from Kyle to wave him in, feeling like his head is going to split open. “Sorry.”

“Hangover?” Kyle asks.

“Yeah. It's fine, it'll go away.” Alex hops back on his crutch awkwardly, unstable. His left shoulder is too painful to take his weight, or he would have grabbed both crutches. Hangovers mess badly with his balance.

Kyle follows him into the living room. “I'm guessing that's not why you called me?”

“No. I, uh, I kinda got stabbed?”

“You got what?” Kyle stammers.

“Yesterday was...complicated,” Alex mutters. He sits down on his piano bench, both because it allows him to face away from the eastern windows and because he doesn't think he'll be able to get up again if he lets himself get comfortable in an armchair. He leans his crutches against the keyboard.

“Are you bleeding? Show me. When did this happen?”

Alex sighs and starts trying to takes his shirt−Michael's shirt−off. It was easier to put it on. Or maybe he just ignored the pain when he rushed to get dressed this morning, Michael and Maria's eyes on him and discomfort seeping into his bones. It's harder to ignore, now that his brain doesn't register any immediate threat. Plus, both his head and his leg are killing him. He spent the whole night with his prosthesis on, almost twenty-four hours of walking and riding in a car and fucking getting stabbed, and it did a number on his stump.

“It was cleaned up and treated, but I'm pretty sure it needs a couple stitches,” he says.

“What did this?” Kyle asks, coming to kneel down in front of Alex, setting down his medical bag. “Who did this?”

“Doesn't matter.” Alex grits his teeth as Kyle carefully rips off the bandage. Sure enough, the injury is still seeping blood. “He's taken care of. And it was an ice pick. Before you ask, yes, I'm up to date with my shots. Not my first stabbing.”

“That is not reassuring. Did you lose a lot of blood? Felt lightheaded?”

Alex shakes his head. “I, uh, fainted, but I think it was just the pain. The drive back was not fun.”

Kyle prods at the wound, making Alex hiss in pain. “This definitely needs stitches. I need you to give me a timeline here. When did you get stabbed?”

Alex watches him start to prepare his kit. “Around midnight.”

“Eighteen hours ago. And why didn't you call me right away?” Kyle asks without looking up.

“It wasn't that bad. Beside, we were in the middle of nowhere. Maria called Michael to tow us back.”

“You were with Maria and Michael,” Kyle states flatly.

“Well, just with Maria. We were tracking down a lead on Mimi's kidnapping. Guy attacked me, chased Maria, she knocked him out, and his twin shot him. Michael showed up and drove us back, and they patched me up.” Alex leaves the rest out. The awkward hours in the car, trying to breathe through the pain and not watch Maria only have eyes for Michael. How his heart broke in a million pieces, again, watching Michael so scared for Maria, watching them kiss. How he still couldn't take his eyes away from him, couldn't stand up and leave, call a ride-share or something, anything, anything not to have to watch this.

How Maria kissed him. How she grabbed his hand and put it on Michael's thigh. What could have happened, if Michael hadn't inadvertently elbowed Alex straight into his wound and Alex hadn't nearly passed out from the pain.

He will always wonder, probably. Call it morbid curiosity. By then, he was already floating far out of his body, his brain incapable of processing things. Disappearing, like he's always done when it gets too hard. Michael's shock brought him back hard, harder than any pain could have.

“And when was that?”

“We got back at dawn. Michael−” Alex pauses to grit his teeth as Kyle starts to stitch him up, “−drove me back here.”

“And none of you thought to call me? Or, you know, do what most people do when they're injured and drive to the nearest ER?”

Kyle's tone is sarcastic, but his worry is real. And that's exactly why Alex hoped until now to avoid having to tell him. “I was fine,” he says. It took him almost fifteen minutes to convince Michael that he didn't have to stay out of guilt, that he could go back to the Airstream where Maria waited. It took him almost a full hour to decide that the only way he was going to forget about that and finally sleep was the bottle of Patron in his liquor cabinet.

“That's when you decided to get hammered?” Kyle asks, finishing his last knot.

Alex shrugs. “Seemed better than just offing myself at the time,” he jokes.

Kyle's response is very much not what he expected−not that Alex knows what he expected. Kyle's face goes slack with shock and he stares at Alex for a solid thirty seconds, bloody hands and needles forgotten. At least he's already finished the stitches, Alex thinks a little hysterically.

“Alex,” he says slowly, deliberately moving his hands into Alex's sight so he doesn't come off as a threat. “Do you mean that? What you just said.”

Alex replays it in his head, quickly, trying to figure out where the hitch is. Oh. Right, regular people don't react well to that. He forgot, again. Last time Karl dragged him straight to the base hospital and he had to argue for half-an-hour with the on-call therapist that it was just a joke. And Karl knew way more than Kyle does about gallows humor.

Alex goes to deny it, go back on his words, but the thought of Karl−of his body sprawled on Alex's, eyes unseeing, heavy, so heavy, so still−makes him grimace against his will. And the moment has passed, it's too late to just wave it away. The concern is anchored in Kyle's eyes now and won't just leave.

Alex works his jaw, hesitating. “I'm not going to do anything.”

“But you think about it.”

Alex doesn't deny it.

“You know what it is, right?” Kyle asks, biting his lip. He's clearly unsure how to proceed, but he's not going to let it go. Alex wishes they could have this conversation at another time. His head feels far too heavy for his neck, and he wants to support it with his hand, but Kyle will be looking for any sign of distress, now. Which means that Alex won't get any respite. Fuck.

“Yes, Kyle, I've been to therapy. Still go. I know what suicide ideation is. Always had the thoughts. Never tried anything, beside the once, and I won't.”

Kyle's face shifts. And...fuck. Alex's brain-to-mouth filter is fucked, he's still half drunk. He didn't mean to let that slip.

“You attempted suicide?” Kyle asks carefully.

Alex swallows. “I was fourteen. I thought I'd hit rock bottom. I was pretty naive. Look, just because I think of it doesn't mean I actually want to do it. It doesn't work like that. It's just...thought patterns. That's where my mind goes when I feel bad, that's all. It's a coping mechanism.”

Kyle doesn't answer, and he goes back to treating Alex's wound, slowly and deliberately. More disinfectant makes Alex screw up his face at the sting. Kyle covers it in gauze and tapes a bandage over it, cleaner and better than Michael's was. Alex watches him, wondering if this will change everything between them. Once they got over their history, Kyle has been pretty good at respecting his agency, not mothering him because of his disability. But things changed with Karl, when he found out. It was just a few weeks before−

Alex shakes his head to get rid of the thought. He focuses on his wound instead, because physical pain is always easier to deal with. He rolls his shoulder to check his range of motion. Good enough, though using a crutch on that side will hurt for a while. Hiding it at work shouldn't be too hard, at least.

“Fourteen,” Kyle says suddenly. “That's when we stopped talking.”

Something cold settles inside Alex. “Don't you dare think it was your fault,” he snarls.

“Okay, okay,” Kyle physically backs off. “I just−I think about what I did to you a lot.”

“Look, you were a dick, but you were also just a kid. If you want to blame someone, blame my father. Not yourself.”

“As long as you remember that that's valid for you, too,” Kyle says with a raised eyebrow.

Alex looks away. He won't admit that Kyle hit a nerve, but this rings far too true.

“I'm done here,” Kyle changes the subject. “You hurt anywhere else?”

“No. Spent too much time on my leg, but that will heal on its own.”

“You need rest. I don't want you at work for at least two days. I'll write you a note, or whatever form you need to get medical leave.”

“Kyle, I can't afford my supervisors finding out what I'm doing with my free time.”

Kyle rolls his eyes. “Then taking a couple sick days because of your prior injury is better than showing up sleep-deprived and with a sore shoulder.”

“Fine,” Alex sighs. He could really use the sleep, he knows, but two days of running circles in his house thinking about Michael and Maria is not appealing. And that's if his brain doesn't decide that a little stabbing calls for a rerun of every trauma he's ever had.

“And Alex? Please at least call your therapist?”

“Yeah,” Alex breathes. “Yeah, I will.”

He doesn't see her regularly anymore, but he knows this is the right call. At least Kyle isn't trying to get him to do more, like seek inpatient help.

“Thank you,” he adds, without looking at Kyle who is zipping up his bag.

“You want me to stay?” Kyle offers. “Get some pizza, watch a movie or something?”

“You're just off your shift, you must be dying to get home,” Alex says.

“Nah. No one there waiting for me. I'll just do the same at my place. Feel like some company?”

Alex hesitates for a moment. “Sure.”

“Then get comfortable,” Kyle smiles, kicking off his shoes. He gestures at the TV. “You got Netflix on this?”

#roswell new mexico #alex manes #kyle valenti #roswell nm #friendship #suicide ideation tw #mine #echo's fanfiction #prompt fill #rensbaratheon #asks

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nicka-nell · 4 years

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I'm Kiyoomi Sakusa and I'm a germaphobe - Chapter 21: I'm fine without you... not

Words: 1.236

Warning: angst, self-destruction, blood, manga spoiler

Now the tissue party begins. Now we’re gonna break Kiyoomi.

Chapter 20 - You are wonderful | Masterlist

(y/n) = your name | (l/n) = last name | (e/c) = eye colour | (h/c) = hair colour

His heart beats fast... but not like with (y/n). He can barely breathe. He doesn’t want those touches. He doesn’t want that woman on him, her bacteria. She is not clean... He quickly breathes in and out and hopes that this feeling of disgust and fear will disappear.

“Oh are you looking forward to me that much?" The woman, who is actually completely unknown to him, grins in front of him. Why exactly was he here again? Why did he get involved in this? “Let go of me! Don’t touch me!" he calls to her in panic and pushes her away from his body.

He’s unwell, he’s shaking... He wants to throw up. He just wants to get out of here. Everywhere these bacteria, germs, viruses... he has to go home, wash himself, disinfect himself and, best of all, wash himself again. “Damn Sakusa! What the fuck is wrong with you?” yells the woman at him.

With shaky hands he opens the door and walks out of the apartment. Once outside, he grabs his neck and is kind of trying to catch his breath. Because he has the feeling that his neck is constricting.

With quick steps he makes his way home and tries not to touch anything. Don’t talk to anyone and just arrive as soon as possible.

Shortly before his house, however, he gets sick again, because he knows how disgustingly dirty his body is and his mouth fills with saliva. He’s gonna throw up. He needs to get to his house...

Having arrived at his house, he throws his clothes directly into the washing machine and goes into the shower. With a coarse sponge he tries to wash the bacteria from his body. In vain.

His skin is already red and partly bloody through the sponge. Most of all, yet his hands bleed, which quickly burst through the rough sponge. “The water’s not warm enough. It’s not good enough.", he talks to himself and starts filling his kettle with water and after that filling his bathtub with the boiling hot water.

He still trembles as he looks at the steaming water and puts his body slowly inside. “AAAAHHH!” he yells out loud. Because the water is too hot. It burns his skin. It hurts but only so he can wash this disgusting feeling of him. Get the bacteria from him.

Tears flow down his cheeks as he splashes the water on his face with his hands. For a moment, he thinks he’s losing consciousness. Beeping is heard on his ears and everything becomes dark before his eyes. His heartbeat is the only thing to hear loudly. The stabbing pain, the only thing he’s feeling right now. But lucky for him, he stays awake.

He doesn’t get it... he thought he was cured. Why did he have no trouble touching (y/n), kissing her and even sleeping with her? Why didn’t her presence disturb him, but pleased him? Why does he think of that woman so often? Why doesn’t (y/n) get out of his mind? Why does he feel a desire when he is near to her that he doesn’t feel in any other person? “What the hell did you do to me!” he cries out. The water in the tub has now taken on a slight pink hue, because Kiyoomis skin has burst, formed blisters and bleeding heavily.

As he gets out of the tub, every step hurts. He sinks to the ground and crawls to his bathroom cabinet. Hastily he looks for a bottle of disinfectant. Shower gel, shampoo, this stupid salve against dry hands... With a loud angry scream, he knocks all these products out of his cabinet and sees a bottle of disinfectant at the back.

As if it were a treasure, he grabs it and pulls it out of the closet. He knows that what’s coming now will hurt. But he sees no other way to wash himself clean than this. “Damn!” he curses when he opens the bottle and tips the entire contents over his hands and the rest of his body.

His whole body trembles with pain. Crouched together like an embryo, he lies on the heated tiles of his bathroom floor. Why has it come to this? Why it doesn’t work the way it did with (y/n) a few months ago?

(y/n)... He thought he could do it without her... Or does it just work with her?

His eyes open and his skin tightens. Slowly, Kiyoomi opens his eyes and looks down at his body. He looks terrible.

Slowly he tries to get up, to look in the mirror, but he would have wished that he had not done so. His face, his chest, his hands... everything is torn open, bloody and the blisters on his body begin to wet. He destroyed himself and his body.

With a painful face, he goes to his bedroom to put on something airy. If he put on something tight now, it would stick directly to his skin and melt with it. Careful that his skin doesn’t tear anymore, he puts on his shirt when his phone vibrates. For a moment he hopes it’s (y/n), but why would she call him?

Hinata Shouyou is on the display. Long he looks on his display before it goes off and the ringing is broken off. “Seven calls in the absence of Hinata..." he murmurs softly. When he looks at the clock, he knows why.

Practice started four hours ago. Actually, they should be done by now. He is still staring at his cell phone when he hears the bell of his front door several times. "(y/n)..." he whispers softly and tries to walk to the door with as little pain as possible.

When he opens the door, his hope of seeing (y/n) is destroyed. Because in front of him is not the woman he has to think about all the time. Hinata stands in front of him, looking at him in total horror and shock.

“Ki... yoomi?” his soft voice is heard. “Oh my...what happened to you?" He asks anxiously and cannot believe in what bad condition Kiyoomis is in. What happened to him? “Hinata, what are you doing here?" he asks him coolly.

“You weren’t at practice, and I... I’ll call a doctor now, you are bleeding Kiyoomi..." Awkwardly he tries to get his cell phone out of his training bag when Kiyoomis voice stops him. “No! Get out of here, Hinata. I want to be left alone.” he hisses furiously and closes the door.

As if rooted, he stops in front of the door, ringing again several times. But Kiyoomi does not open the door for him. (y/n)... She works at the hospital... Use your head Shouyou... what hospital could that be? Actually... it can only be the Ileos clinic.

“I have to find her." he talks to himself and makes his way to the clinic, hoping to meet (y/n) there and tell her about Kiyoomis bad condition. He’s hoping she can help him.

His steps are getting faster. He needs to help his friend now. Not that anything else is happening to him. "(y/n)... Please be there.” he whispers anxiously and starts to run.

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Quarantine.22

[Masterlist] Pairing: BTS x reader Friends2Lovers But as slow as you can go until the anticipation kills us all… Genres: friendship, drama, romance SLOWEST OF BURNS BUT IT WILL BE BURNING AN ETERNAL FLAME!!! Rating: PG-13 and above Summary: Your brother works with a few BigHit dance teams and whilst having permission to accompany him at work the city shuts down banning anyone from stepping outside for a whole WEEK while they disinfect the streets. If you step outside you might get arrested, shot or poisoned by the chemicals they are emitting through the city. Words: 1.k Announcement: I again haven’t edited this yet I tried to look at the other one and tried to fix a few obvious mistakes but I really hate looking back on my work haha only forward. This chapter is dedicated to @seesawsmin-flower who left some really funny and positive gifs on my last chapter. Things are actually going down these next chapters so prepare yourself or perish.

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Once you were certain that Myunghee was safe until morning you suited up and raced back to the health clinic. The doctor was unpacking and repacking your bag, explaining what you should do to help Jungkook when you see him. You were watching him, it was strange after the boys had broke you down it was like all the color had been stripped from the world and you were in a black and white universe, but slowly the colors were returning. After helping deliver your new goddaughter Choonhee, the world appeared to have tiny flecks of color if you concentrated hard enough.

“Are you listening?” The doctor asked looking at your face, you couldn’t help hugging him. He had done so much for you and you were truly grateful. “Are you okay?” “Thank you Doctor Chang Min-Jun, for everything, You helped me so much” “I am not dying” he laughed awkwardly patting your back and started explaining the steps again.

He sent you off with a pat on the head and a smile, he didn’t know what had changed your demeanor but he wasn’t going to question it. Taking off on the bike you headed through the city wishing to feel the wind in your hair but unable because of the suits. You radioed your position to the BigHit building before you took the turn onto the street and began speeding towards the entrance.

Passing dark shadowed figures in the street who started yelling and radioing. Thankfully they had opened the glass door covering their faces as you rode in on the motorized scooter pulling the wagon behind.

You stripped out of the suit and looked at them, they seemed tired it was almost three in the morning and there was still another hour before the sun rose. “Where is he?” Speaking entirely in Korean had them shocked and you had to stifle a smile. They gestured to the elevator dumbstruck and you walked over the staff racing after you confused.

As the elevator doors closed you couldn’t help but stare at your reflection, it looked a little gaunt compared to a week ago. The dark circles under your eyes were not a good match for your complexion, appearing like deep bruises. You kind of wished you had taken a shower and perhaps brushed through your hair, but you reminded yourself you were beautiful and unique and you don’t need to impress anyone. Because if you want someone to truly like you for who you were, it wasn’t about playing a role and changing for them it was about being yourself and being accepted.

The doors opened and you headed into the hall your feet already leading you to the BTS meeting room only to find it empty, the staff were confused. It was a strange pull in your chest, an inkling or dare you say, hope that pulled you back to the elevator and press the button for the basement. The doors closed on the staff and you headed down until you reached the familiar white corridor.

The fluorescent lights are a cool tone and the slight burn your eyes as you step out into the hallway, you head along feet feeling heavy. Biting your lip nervously, what were you supposed to say, how would they act you weren’t sure. “Just act professional, you can do this, this is your job”

Before you could even grab the door handle you heard them talking, “Jungkook is still in the shower, should we get him out?” If you said you didn’t miss RM’s voice you would be lying, even laced with worry, it was still deep and smooth and eloquent as you remember.

“It is probably best to leave him be, the cold water is numbing his shoulder” Seokjin sighed, he sounded tired the complex nuances in his voice were too hard for you to decipher without seeing his expressions.

You knew you should definitely go in there and announce your arrival but you just didn’t instead you turned to the bathroom and stepped inside, walking down the line of stalls until you reached the shower cubicle. Quickly peeking to see if he was naked before you barged in. Jungkook was standing there in his dark jeans under the jets of cold water, his fingernails and lips had turned blue and his body was shivering. “Jungkook, are you okay? I have some morphine, it will help your shoulder” you whispered and he turned looking down at you through wet bangs, he looked like he was on the verge of tears.

Taking out your things you started prepping the morphine the doctor gave you one small bottle which would be equivalent to two doses so you gave him exactly one dose. He looked at you and you smiled at him trying not to appear nervous but he held your free hand and ran his thumb over the knuckles. You took a deep breath and did exactly what the doctor had taught you in your advanced first aid. Doctor Chang had been super nice even when you blew two of the veins in the back of his hand and on in his inner elbow before you got it correct. He didn’t wince and the vein didn’t balloon so you took that as a positive sign.

“You should feel it start to work within two minutes and it should peak at twenty, if by any chance you fee-” He pushed you against the tiled wall under the rain of the freezing cold shower. His lips pressed to yours, you shivered against him, trying to warm him up by wrapping your arms against him. As much as you told yourself to stop him, you thought perhaps this was how he was coping with the stress and if it kept him calm while the medication started working you were happy to assist him. Kissing Jungkook was like you were floating it was like an underwater paradise and you were completely submerged by the emotion he was revealing to you. He rolled his hip forward moaning quietly into your mouth and your eyes flew open, you were suppose to be professional. Not kissing your patients. You gently moved him back careful of his arm.

“Jungkook, we have to get you dressed so I can take you back to the clinic and have your shoulder fixed” You walked into the nearby stall, in the bottom of your bag you always carried a spare outfit, a tip from doctor chang, in case you have any unwanted spills or fluids on your clothes. Once dressed you led him to the elevator. Again you knew you should let the boys know that you were taking Jungkook but right now, with his cold hand holding tightly to yours, he became your top priority. The elevator ride was full of awkward stares he opened and closed his mouth but was unable to form a coherent sentence. You guided him into the suit, avoiding any strain on his dislocated arm and helped him lay down in the blue wagon.

You took off out the door and up the street, you took a different escape route and headed to the clinic. You tried to make the journey as smooth and quick for Jungkook as possible. A shot fired past your ear and you swore moving faster and heading down a side street. You were glad Jungkook was in the wagon and not sitting behind you on the scooter. You couldn’t imagine him in pain, it hurt you too much.

There were more shots sounding off, none of them reaching you, but definitely in your direction, you parked quickly in the clinic garage and pulled Jungkook inside quickly.

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Mutt’s new home 2

I’m bad at naming things i write... Anyway, here’s part two! I had a tone of fun writing this, despite all the mistakes i made with the tenses...

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Trigger warnings: mention of blood and burns and stuff

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To say that Gavin had no idea what the hell he was doing, would be an understatement. He’d never want anything to do with any Pet in the first place, and most definitely never wanted one as his own. He couldn’t have dealt with a Pet under any circumstances, and sure as hell couldn’t deal with one as scared as this one. He had no idea what to do. He didn’t want to frighten or stress him out, but had no idea how to avoid that. But he tried his best to just focus on tending to the injuries of the young man. Gavin crouched down in front of the couch once again.

“Could you please stop hugging your legs to your chest? Please? I just want to help you…” He complied without hesitation, albeit still shaking like a leaf. Now Gavin could get a good look at the man sitting before him. He could quickly summarize that he had no idea where to start. Mutt looks an absolute mess, and Gavin’s skills in first-aid weren’t the best. But he’d took a course a year or two ago, and remembered some of the things he’d learnt. First, he tried to prioritize what looks the worst from what looks more minor.

A dark bruise covers his right cheek, and other more faded-out ones cover his jaw and area around the eyes. A not too old looking cut lays high on his right cheek, and there are abrasions covering his jaw in places. Gavin guesses the latter is due to the muzzle. Bruises cover Mutt’s neck, probably from choking, and shoulders. Gavin reaches out and carefully prods the man’s clavicle and gets greeted with a whimper in response.

“Sorry…” Mutt doesn’t show any sign of having heard him.

After doing the same with his other collarbone, Gavin thinks that it’s safe to say they both seem intact, despite all the bruising. The same goes for his ribs. The bruising there is still dark in spots, but all in all, it appears more faded. The criss-cross of new and old cuts, some looking almost fresh and still bleeding, others already healing or scars. His left side bears an injury, that on closer inspection, turns out to be some sort of burn or scald. Curiosity drowned out by common sense Gavin doesn’t press Mutt on the subject. His legs look a similar state to his chest, though there seems to be more burns here. Specifically two pretty nasty ones in either crook of his knee. Gavin only finds out about these when he tries to shift Mutt’s knee to take a better look at it, slipping his hand under it. The man lets out a pained howl which he quickly tries to quench by biting into the side of his hand.

“Shit! Sorry! Sorry…” Leaning down a bit more, Gavin tries to see what caused such a reaction. The ugly burns that he discovers shock him. “Shit… That looks bad… Shit.” Gavin feels sick. It sickens him that someone would treat another person like this. “Shit. I’m really sorry.” Not knowing what to say, Gavin continued looking at the rest of Mutt. Next to a probably sprained ankle and some healing cuts at the bottom of his feet there was nothing too different from the rest. There seem to be a lot of scars hinting at past injuries, like long scars covering the bottom of his feet and palms of his hands, and the scars at his left shoulder, knee and some on both of his hands probably from breaks that needed medical attention. And his back was most definitively a mess. Scars cris-cross in each direction, with fresher welts and cuts that lay over those.

Gavin has to take a moment to breath an think. He stands up and takes a few steps away from him. Pacing back and forth, tugging at his shirt nervously, he tries to get his act together. He knows he shouldn’t be thinking about himself right now, but he was finding it hard to process this all. At the start of the night he was thinking about if his hair didn’t look like he was trying too hard to look smart, and now he was the owner of an injured and traumatized Pet who has probably seen more abuse and pain dealt to him then Gavin could even imagine. What was he going to do? He couldn’t just… fix the damage and wrongs Mr. Hughes and others had done to the man like one would fix a car with a dented hood. Taking a deep breath Gavin pushes his nerves away as best he can, and turns back to the matter at hand. Mutt is trying to sit still, but can’t stop the trembling in his limbs. Gavin walks back over to him and crouches down.

“I’m… I’m going to try to take care of your injuries the best I can now. Some of it will probably hurt, so please tell me to stop if it’s too much, or I’m doing something wrong. I’ll… Yeah, I’ll just start if that’s okay…” Slowly, Mutt nods.

He starts by trying to clean any open wound with water and disinfectant. If he learnt something in the first-aid course he attended, it’s that you should clean open wounds thoroughly. The man was obviously trying his best to stay quiet, and was scarily good at it too. The fist time he let any kind of sound out being when Gavin pressed the wet cloth to the burn on his flank. He let out a quiet whine, closely followed by a hasty, frantic apology. Gavin made sure to assure him that it was okay for him to let out noises of pain if the pain got too bad and hoped it didn’t sound like he just wanted to hear his Pets pain being vocalized. Tending to his back and the nasty burns in the crooks of his knees lead to more pained whimpering, and Gavin had to stop for a while to let him breath whilst treating the latter. Gavin soon notices that he’ll need to buy more first-aid supplies, especially bandaging materials. But he has about enough to get the open wounds covered more or less.

Taking a look at the man, Gavin decides that it won’t be getting any better then this. To be honest, Mutt does not look any better at all. Now he just looks unwell and covered in bandages and plasters and such. Gavin sighs and rests his face in his hands.

“How are you holding up? Would you like an Advil?”

Scrunching his face up in confusion and leaning forwards, Mutt inquires “Ad… Advil?”

“Um… It’s a painkiller.”

“I… With… With all d… due respect Sir, I know wh… what Advil is…” Mutt ducks his head, like he’s expecting to be slapped. “I… I was just wondering… Why was… waste medicine on… on a… a Pet, Sir?”

Gavin messes with his hair whilst trying not to plot his boss’s murder. “I… I don’t see it as wasting medicine if I give it to someone that needs it. And I think you could use an Advil…”

“R… really, sir?”

“Yeah… Also, no need to call me Sir…” Gavin grabbed the box of Advil and a glass of water, handing both to the man sitting on his couch, who takes it looking unbelievably grateful. “It probably won’t take the pain away completely, but might… take the edge off. I don’t know… I’m not a pharmacist or a doctor…” Nervously Gavin runs his hand through his hair again and smiles a little bit awkwardly.

“Thank you Mas…” Mutt stops himself, takes a deep breath and tries again. “Thank you Ga… Gavin.”

Gavin laughs awkwardly. “No need to thank me. You shouldn’t have to be in pain…” For a moment, Gavin zones out, just staring off into the distance. Until he suddenly snapped out of it when he realized that Mutt was still only wearing those short white pants, that basically where essentially just boxer shorts, and that he still hadn’t offered him something to eat.

“Wait here a moment…” Gavin started to go off to look for a clean pair of pyjamas for his… guest. “I’ll be right back!” It didn’t take him long to find something. A light-grey, short-sleeved top, and a pair of light-blue pyjama trousers. Both where relatively loose and mad of soft cotton.

Rushing back downstairs and handing the man the cloths and telling him to put them on, Gavin leaves to give him some privacy. So he goes to the kitchen to try and find something for him to eat. Gavin guessed he’d probably had pretty sparse meals whilst living with his previous master, so he opted to try and find something not all too heavy.

After checking the fridge and cupboards, he decides to make a bag of alphabet soup. Broth seems to be the go-to food for people who haven’t been eating for a while or are sick, and something warm was sure to be a good idea. He put the kettle on and went to check on the man. He was sitting on the couch again, trembling lightly.

“I… Uhh… Put the kettle on to make you some broth. I hope that’s okay.” Mutt nods eagerly. “So… would you like to… sit at the table until it’s done?”

“Sit… at a table? I’m all… allowed on furniture?” Gavin nods. The man gets up, looking slightly unstable. Gavin moves closer, letting Mutt lean on him. The way to the table is a bit slow, but no one ends up falling over, so Gavin sees it as a success. Sitting down, the man winces.

“Shit… Um… What’s causing you pain?” Looking him over, Gavin’s nerves return full force. What if he had overseen something? What if he had internal injuries? A look of shock crosses Mutt’s face and staring at Gavin with wide eyes he replies.

“It’s no… nothing new… Jus… just the abrupt change of posture pu… pulling at the injuries. Also the burns on my l… legs.” Gavin was surprised at Mutt’s lack of trying to hide his pain, but was happy he was being honest.

“Oh. Maybe if you move a bit forwards on the chair it won’t touch the burns?” Mutt doesn’t hesitate to do what Gavin told him to do. Gavin smiles, hoping he’s more comfortable now. Suddenly springing into action, Gavin broke the silence.

“I’ll get you the broth. You just… stay here and try to relax I guess.” Gavin shrugged, and went back into the kitchen. He made the soup in a bowl, making sure to ad a bit of cold water, to make sure it wasn’t too hot. Grabbing a spoon from a drawer, he made his way to the table. He put the soup down in front of the man who he now apparently owned, and smiled.

“Eat up. Or… don’t. I’m not forcing you to do anything.” He shrugs. “Just… eat as much as you feel like eating.” Thankfulness spreads over Mutt’s facial expression, and, still a little hesitantly, he starts to take spoonful after spoonful of soup.

Gavin takes the moment of relative calm to sit down on one of the other chairs, using his elbow to prop up his head. A wave of tiredness overcomes him. Well it was like… two in the morning, right? Gavin had no idea. He knew it would have to be early, but he wasn’t wearing a watch, and his mobile was probably in his jacket. All he knew, was that he was tired. Trying to keep awake and focused, he tried to concentrate on the man sitting at the same table as him. That did work for a while, but not for long. Soon his thoughts drifted, and his focus waned and not even the feeling of his face hitting the table could snap him back to reality.

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capricornus-rex · 4 years

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Come Back To You (3)

Cal Kestis x Reader

Summary: Despite the lack of the Holocron, the Empire still managed to steal away Force-sensitive children from their families belonging in various systems and then spirited away to another fortress in Scarif. In the middle of a rescue mission, Darth Vader interfered and Cal’s worst fears has been realized.

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Cal and Cere along with the children reached the surface safely, with no casualties—most importantly among the children. It was a miracle mission, the first of its kind. Despite the positive outcome, Cal could not help but think of you—and the thought of you against Vader. No Jedi ever survived him.

Everyone had to pitch in with helping with the victims. While Cal wasn’t particularly skilled with medical works professionally, he knew how to treat wounds and first-aid. He recognized the boy that you personally carried out of the cell. He had cuts on his hands and arms, most likely obtained from the escape; the bruises on his cheeks and neck suggested that it came from the torturing. Cal thought that getting a pommel to the face was the best mercy a child could ever receive in that place.

“Let’s get you some ice on that,” Cal cooed at the child.

The little child didn’t speak, though he understood what was being told to him. He stayed where he stood and waited for Cal to come back with a cold compress. He gently dabbed the frozen bag on the boy’s bruises, asking him if it hurts from time to time, and then finally disinfecting the cuts on his arms and hands.

“Do you have a name?”

No response, but Cal didn’t push it. He patched up the cut with Bacta tapes—which he had to trim down because the child’s hands were so small.

“She saved you, didn’t she?”

The boy immediately knew who Cal was talking about. He nodded while fiddling the Bacta tape on his arms.

“Yeah… She saved me too,”

He stared back at Cal, even if his face didn’t show it, he was surprised that he found something in common with Cal—it was you. Cal politely dismissed the child, letting him join the other children and then he joined in on Cere having a word with the partisans.

“Cere, a word?” he politely cuts in.

Cere dismissed the partisans before facing Cal.

“I’m going back in there, I can’t stand thinking that I’ve left [y/n] behind,”

Cere sighed, trying her best to understand what Cal was feeling. It took her a good minute before gathering the right words to explain their current predicament.

“Look, Cal, I understand that you want to go and help [y/n], but right now, we have more pressing matters. Mirienna was only able to bring in a small shuttle, it won’t fit all of these children. There’s roughly twelve or fifteen of them!”

“You and Mirienna can worry about returning the kids back to their homes, but I will not stand by knowing that [y/n] just went against the damn Sith Lord and leader of the fucking Inquisitorius!!”

“You want to go in there again and waste her efforts in saving us all especially these children? Then fine, be my guest—be everyone’s guest! What do you think she would do if she were in your place?! I know that both of you know that this was one of the possible risks of this mission! SHE WOULD HAVE REMINDED YOU OF THAT!”

A gloom draped over Cere and Cal in that heated argument. Cal was at a loss for words. He doesn’t know what to say back. Cere’s point was sound. All eyes were on them, the clueless children stared whilst the partisans awkwardly averted their eyes and pretended to do other stuff—but all of those didn’t matter to Cal.

“Cal, understand that we need all the extra helping hands that we can get and you’re one of them. The least I could do is dispatch a rescue unit with you, but I can only do that in a few hours—it may take us hours to get everything done down here.”

“That isn’t enough time!”

“Then what would you have me do?! I told you that it was the least I could! Do you think I want to leave her behind in this planet too? No, everyone I come with, I leave with!”

“Then I’m going in there, with or without your help.” Cal firmly said, his resolve slowly solidifying. He was keen in his own plan of rescuing you.

Cere—for the first time ever—grappled tightly on Cal’s arm, her eyebrows pulled together and her eyes deeply looking back into Cal’s, who was just as angry but to the whole circumstance in particular.

“Listen to me, Cal, please. Help me first here. I know she would do what you plan to do—if you two switched places.”

Cal inched closer, his nostrils flared as his eyes burned intensely.

“I am still going to bring back her back.” He snarled.

Let them stare and listen for all I care! His mind roared.

“We are done talking about this for now, we will continue later once everything about the children has been prepared.”

Cere walked away, towards the cluster of partisans, but before she could even get far, Cal stopped her in her tracks.

“So, we’re just going to leave her behind? You can feel it too, don’t you? You know she’s alive—you believe it, the same way I do.”

That claim was perhaps Cal’s trump card. Cere cannot deny it—she still feels you, which implied that you are still alive at one point. In her mind, she was actually impressed that you could have lasted this long against Vader.

Cere turned around, looking at Cal straight in the eyes to show the sincerity of her answer.

“Yes Cal,” her expression seemed to have mellowed, but her heart remained an anchor, still in fear of the fate that you have put yourself into. “I believe that she is still alive.”

Cal had one glance at the children and he was absolutely torn. He didn’t care if he looked bad to the partisans or children, he just didn’t want the kids to see that someone was walking out on them. He had no choice but to help with the relief effort—he had first-aid duties, feeding them and giving them time and space to relax before their big trip home. The whole effort took about four hours until the evening. The team still had to call on two reinforcements and the original plan is being compromised due to the inadequate resources—transportation, medicine, and food being the top three in the priority list.

The sky had begun to darken, stars were appearing one by one, and the sun had set. The children were able to loosen up by playing by the shore, completely ignoring the infrastructure that housed them for days or probably weeks.

Cal sat down on the sand, watched the kids play near the water and sand, making sculptures with crude tools like oddly-shaped rocks and sticks and splashing each other with the cool water—with the supervision of a partisan or two, of course. Some of them huddled together in the campfire, listening to the partisans’ stories of adventures. He managed a smile, even while his lingering thoughts constantly dwelled on you.

His eyes turned to the fortress, its spire towering and piercing the heaven, a horrid black mark in a colorful backdrop. Cere joined him, sitting on a crate right next to him. There was no exchange between them upon her arrival, Cal avoided eye contact from her.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” Cal muttered.

“Apology accepted. Cal, please know that I completely understand what you’re feeling.”

“I know…”

“Aren’t you tired? You need sleep. You can’t take on enemies when you’re sleep-deprived,”

“I’ve been through worse.”

Cal disregarded Cere’s good-willed intentions, but he couldn’t deny that he’s feeling sleepy and tired but yet he feels restless. Every hour passed is another hour wasted, he thought.

“Please Cal, get some sleep first, I’m begging you.”

He said nothing, he only nodded. Cere excused herself and stood up to walk away.

“It’s been a while since I’ve witnessed that kind of love—let alone from a Jedi. She’s very fortunate, having a love like that—from you, no less.”

After saying her piece, Cere retreated to the Mantis to sleep. The children were already being called by the medics for bedtime. Cal would shoot small nods at the fighters as they walked past him. The sound of children’s laughter was replaced with the waves crashing against the shore. The same little boy from earlier approaches Cal; without waiting for the acknowledgement of his presence, the child takes Cal’s hand and puts a necklace on his palm. He immediately recognized the necklace—it was yours, it was the necklace he gave to you not too long ago.

“Where did you get this?!”

The boy was startled when Cal accidentally raised his voice at him. He apologized, saying that he didn’t mean to shout. He studied the necklace and saw that the hook and lock had been snapped forcefully. His fingers hovered over the pendant—a blue gemstone wrapped in a metal coil—he was hesitant to touch it, as it would trigger his Psychometry; his heavy breathing rang in his ears, he later mustered up the courage to touch it and prepare himself of what he was going to see and hear.

“I love it, but you shouldn’t have!”

“NO, YOU HAVE TO GET THROUGH US FIRST!”

“RUN!”

“I’m so sorry…”

Cal jerked his eyes open. His shallow, rapid breathing worried the little boy who was watching him the whole time. Both boys’ eyes met and with that, Cal’s resolve to save you is perfectly unshakeable.

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xjamlessparkx · 5 years

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betray | pjm | kth | 08

summary: in which taehyung leaves you on the day of your wedding to run off with your best friend and you finding out about their secret

pairing: park jimin x reader | kim taehyung x reader

genre: angst

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(a/n: is still have no beta reader since i have no native english friend (sad life lol) but i’ll definitely work on it!! so i apologize for grammatical errors and mistakes. i’ll make a post about my update-schedule, so don’t miss that if want to know when the next chapter of a certain story will be posted. thank you ♥ have fun reading)

You woke up early since you weren't used to sleeping at someone else's place. It felt like your body had an automatic sensor that signaled you that you were not in your own bed. Slowly, you scanned the room of Jimin as you stood up, throwing the blanket to the side. You folded his blanket and turned around, looking through his room. The way his pictures were hanging on the dark wall created a comfortable atmosphere. His bed was white and you noticed a door in his room which you remarked as his closet.

At that moment, you heard the sound of glass breaking, followed by a loud groan. Quickly, you left the room and ran into the direction where the noise came from.

"Jimin? Are you okay?" you asked, entering the kitchen only to find Jimin on the ground as he was picking up the broken pieces of glass.

"Y/N?" he sounded a little nervous. He stared up at you, "I'm sorry, I woke you up" he bit his lip with that innocent face of his.

You chuckled softly. "Nah, I was wide awake already" you smiled as you kneeled down to help him out with the broken pieces.

"It's okay, don't touch it. You'll cut your-argh" he winced, letting go of the pieces which he collected. Your eyes widened and you rushed up to him and grabbed his finger. He cut his index-finger and even though the cut wasn't that deep, it started bleeding severely.

"Shoot- it's bleeding" you gasped at the view of blood. You were extremely sensitive when it came to blood in general. One time in high school you passed out because you saw blood coming out of your own nostrils. It was horrific but you've tried to work on that problem.

"It's just a small cut Y/N" he smiled at the way you were staring at his finger.

"Where is your first aid kit?" you asked, worry written in your thin voice as you stood up.

"It's in the bathroom in the drawer next to the bathtub," he said and stood up to show you the way. H realized that you didn't know his house at all. Of course, you were friends for quite a while now, but you've never been to his house once. You followed him to the bathroom, taking out the first aid kit.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault" you apologized, taking out the things you needed while you turned to him to wipe away the blood.

"Yah, it's not. It's just a small cut anyways" he said, staring down at you as he watched you taking care of his index finger.

"But it hurts, right?" You grabbed the disinfectant and he shook his head.

"Come on, I'm a man. I feel no pai-AH!" he shrieked when you sprayed the disinfectant on his wound in order to clean it.

"A true man" you laughed at him, turning around to the first aid kit to take out a wound dressing to place it on his wound. You were surprised that the cut was still wide open even though it wasn't that deep. He went through his hair awkwardly as he bit his lower lip.

"Operation succeed!" you joked and smiled up at him.

"Thank you" he mumbled, his eyes not leaving yours.

"What?" you asked as you felt his gaze fixed on yours with a confused look on his face.

Both of you were standing quietly and awkwardly in front of each other. You felt your cheeks heat up as he wasn't taking his eyes of yours. It felt strange but also kind of pleasant? It was the first time you've ever examined his small eyes, his petite and cute nose, and his plump and big lips. Jimin was indeed a beautiful human being and it was the first time you admired his beauty from near.

Jimin went through his hair the second time this day as he took a deep breath. He stared at you as if something was burning on his tongue. As if there was something he wanted to get rid off but he failed to pull himself together to talk courageously.

"I guess we should clean the rest up" you broke the silence as you felt your heartbeat increasing. You were afraid that he might hear it. Turning around, you left the bathroom and went up to the kitchen to clean up the rest. You didn't know what was going on with your body but you blamed it on the awkward atmosphere. It might have been just a feeling of nervousness and anxiety since it was silent and it made you feel strange.

"Y/N?" you heard Jimin's voice from behind you, sounding a little frustrated. You cleared your throat as you turned around with a wide smile plastered on your face.

"Yeah?"

Again, the awkward silence filled the room and before it took over both of you, he broke it.

"Let's clean up and eat outside" he stated as he kneeled down on the ground to clean up the rest with your help.

It was afternoon already and you two went into a small coffee shop after you ate breakfast outside. Jimin sat across from you, sipping on his coffee while you kept on blabbering about the Christmas event you were going to hold soon. Next to him was his phone where he wrote down the things you wanted to do arrange and get for that special day.

"Oh, and we have to arrange a choir. We need wonderful Christmas songs on that day," you smirked and Jimin sighed as he stared down at the long list.

"Y/N, I guess it's enough. We have the nativity play, Christmas trees, decoration like snowflakes, snowman, stars and so on. Also, we have snacks, drinks and music blasting through the hall. I don't think we need a choir-" he started but was cut off by your words as you shook your head.

"No! We need live music! The parents will love it!" you explained, taking your cup of coffee to take a sip.

"I don't think that the principal will allow us to pay a choir in order to have live music." Jimin sighed.

"That's why you will do it" you giggled as his eyes widened. He shook his head fast.

"No Y/N, that's not a good idea. I can't even sing-" you cut him off.

"You can! I've heard your voice when you took over the fourth graders music class since the teacher was sick. You were playing the piano as you sang along with the children." you admitted, putting your coffee back on the table. His cheeks flushed with a shade of pink as he lowered his gaze, still shaking his head.

"That was just for fun" he chuckled nervously, "I really can't sing that well" he mumbled, still avoiding your gaze.

"Please, Jimin. Do it for me" you pouted innocently. Jimin stared up at your dazzling eyes and froze at the sight. For him, you were too adorable to handle and he knew that he was about to give in with a smile on his lips.

"Come on! For the sake of our friendship! I'll owe you a lot for this one favor" you added and his smile dropped slowly. He just nodded quietly, not even responding to you as he started feeling awkward again.

"Thank you so much!" you giggled and for him, your voice was music blessing his ears. His heart jumped at the happiness in your voice and he smiled faintly for being able to make you happy after all.

"It's going to be awesome! I see it coming-" you started but were cut off by the sound of your phone ringing. Furrowing your eyebrows, you grabbed your bag and took out your phone to check the caller ID.

"It's Seokjin" you remarked and Jimin nodded as you answered the call.

"Y/N?" he said, his voice having a worried undertone.

"Yeah?"

"I'm heading to your place. Are you home?" he asked and you raised your eyebrows in surprise.

"Actually, I'm outside, why?" you mumbled.

"Oh, when will you be home?" he asked and you bit your lower lip as you looked at the huge time behind Jimin.

"I don't know to be honest but why?" you said because you wanted to know why he was heading there. His voice was monotonous and it made you curious. Jin was always a cheerful person but he didn't sound that delighted at all.

"We need to talk Y/N and I'd rather talk to you in person" he stated and you sighed. Your heart started to beat slightly faster since you weren't sure what he was going to talk about.

"Okay. I'm coming home" you replied, ending the phone call as you turned around to Jimin.

"I'll go home Jimin. Seokjin is waiting for me and he didn't sound pleased at all. I wonder what's going on" you said and Jimin nodded in agreement. He paid for the coffee and both of you left the coffee shop.

"I'll walk you home" he requested and you shook your head with a smile plastered on your face.

"No need to. I'll take the bus" you pointed at the bus stop next to the huge building and he nodded. You said your goodbyes and parted your ways.

You wondered why Jin sounded so cheerless. The bus came to halt and you jumped in, sitting in an empty place. Everyone was busy staring at their phones while you looked out of the window. The ride wasn't long. Approximately ten minutes until you reached the bus stop which was near your house.

"Jin" you called out from behind as you saw him standing in front of your door. He turned around with the red cheeks since the weather was still really cold. There was nowhere a smile to be seen on his face and you hoped that his concern didn't include his girlfriend. You walked up to him and greeted him. Opening the door, you stepped in and walked up to the living room. You still wore your clothes from yesterday. The only thing you wanted to do was taking a warm shower and changing your clothes to something comfortable.

"You look sorrowful, what's the matter Jin?" you asked while he was taking off his coat.

"To be honest, I don't know how to start this. I really hope that it'll be a good idea to tell you that" he started as he walked up to you, sitting down on the couch next to you.

"I guess you and Taehyung had a talk yesterday" he spoke slowly and you knew that he met up with him in order to know that.

"Yeah?" it was rather a question than a reply. Indeed, you were pretty curious and wondered why Seokjin even talked to him again.

"Yesterday, he knocked on my door and when I opened it, I found him looking miserable and downcast. It was the first time in my life that I saw him like that and I know him for a pretty long time already" he started, staring at the ground.

"He wasn't like that even after Somin left him" you started playing with your fingers, listening to his words closely.

"At least now he knows how I felt when he left me" you mumbled and felt how Seokjin turned his face to you.

"Y/N, I know what he did was awful. It's hard to erase your pain and I believe that the pain will still cause damage if we don't find a solution for everyone" he inquired and this time you turned your head to him, shaking your head.

"So you're talking about solutions as well, now? Seokjin it was you who splashed the water on my face. It was you who woke me up in order to turn myself into the strong person I once was. Yesterday, I was strong enough to talk to Taehyung and listen to him. And now, I really want to know what you mean with 'finding a solution for everyone'" you remarked and your anger was showing.

"I know I've said all of his but I'm still concerned for my friend. Of course, nothing will hide the fact that he left you and ran away with Somin. But even though they ran away, both of them are unhappy," he said, his eyes still not leaving yours. You rolled your eyes, standing up to take off your own coat since you sat down without changing yourself. At that moment, you felt really hot and it was hard for you to breath. Probably because of your anger towards Seokjin. He was the last person who would talk about Taehyung in front of you. Yet he was the first one to approach you because of Taehyung's concerns.

"Seokjin what exactly are you trying to say? Is it my fault that they're unhappy? I mean they decided to run away together-" he cut you off immediately, shaking his head and standing up to walk up to you.

"No Y/N, that's not what I'm trying to say and you know that. It's just that Taehyung found himself in a toxic relationship where he is unhappy. Not just him but Somin as well" he mumbled, turning to you with a fond look on his face.

"What do I do?" you asked, "What am I supposed to do? Should I help them or what?-" again he cut you off before you talked further.

"No, Y/N. But you're the key of their happiness. Actually the key of Junho's happiness" he started, sighing as he sat down on the couch again. "This toxic relationship is bad for both of them but it will cause a lot of harm to Junho than to anybody else."

Seokjin wasn't wrong at all. You hated to admit it but Junho was suffering a lot more than his parents actually see. That was probably the reason why he was struggling in school. He was the shy one who liked to spend his time on his own and you wondered what he had to witness at home.

"Do they still live together in the same house?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

"Apparently, yes" he replied, sighing deeply because he was confused about his situation.

"What do I do?" you were confused as well. No matter how much you tried to avoid them, they kept coming back with their problems. But this time you were concerned about Junho. You remembered telling Jimin that you wanted to help him out and you do witness his behaviors in school. You tried to think of a good solution without interfering into their life and it was hard. But your will to help Junho out of this toxic game was strong.

"I'll talk to Somin" you took a deep breath and Seokjin widened his eyes. He was fully aware of your situation and the fact that talking to Somin could hurt you again. But he was impressed and proud that you're not hiding anymore.

"But I'll also need your help" you added and he nodded quickly.

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 039 [Hero Informatics]

📑 Table of Contents | ◂Backward

Word Count: 2,619

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〈“Every single day I feel that gold underneath. I see the locked doors but I got the key. I’mma give you a second just to catch your breath.” Zayde Wolf, “Gladiator”〉

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My eyes blinked open, vision blurry as I reached for my phone in the darkness. Three in the damn morning… what the fuck woke me up? I reached up to rub at my eyes, feeling something wet against my fingers. Was I crying? Maybe I had a bad dream and that’s what woke me up… but I certainly don’t remember having a nightmare. Whatever.

I rolled over as I yawned loudly, easily slipping back into unconsciousness.

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The morning sky was covered with dark gray clouds, rain soaking the earth below. Despite the rough morning I had, feeling the cold rain soaking through my uniform felt absolutely amazing, easily putting a smile on my face. It’s weird as fuck since my quirk deals with fire, but I’ve always felt peace when it rains. As a child, I would literally drop everything I was doing when it started to rain so I could just sit outside and watch it fall. To me, the rain signifies new beginnings, washing away the sins of the past.

“Excuse me.”

And then a fucking human being has to come and ruin that peace. I sighed deeply, turning halfway around to see a beanpole of a boy with dark brown hair and matching eyes. “What?”

“You’re… Jen Winchester, right?”

Goddamn sports festival, now everyone and their fucking pet knows who the fuck I am. A bead of sweat dripped down my cheek. Or maybe it was a drop of rain, who knows. “Depends who’s askin’.”

He grinned brightly, adjusting the umbrella handle that sat against his shoulder. “I thought so, but I wasn’t sure. We haven’t actually met – my name’s Yuki Reigen.”

I looked at his outstretched hand with narrowed eyes. That name sounds familiar as fuck but my mind is completely blank, though that’s nothing new. If it ain’t tacos, Deadpool, or cats, I have no spare brain space.

He laughed awkwardly, pulling his hand away. “I looked different when you saw me… my hair was blonde and I was wearing blue contacts. You helped my little brother, Riku.”

“Ah!” Recognition flooded my mind and probably my face. “He’s fucking lucky I caught him when he jumped from the stands. He coulda been seriously fucking hurt, bro.”

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah, he can be a handful.”

I raised a brow, putting my hand on my hip. “You’re the one that was too fucking distracted by a woman to notice that he had slipped away. Be a better brother before you lose your chance.”

He sweatdropped. “You don’t pull any punches, huh. Anyway, I was hoping to catch you so I could thank you.”

“For what?”

“Riku has always been… a troubled kid. Our dad is a pro hero – not a very good one, but a hero. When mom got pregnant with Riku, dad wasn’t doing too hot money-wise and then he started drinking. He blamed all of his failures on Riku, which is completely baseless.” He shook his head, brow furrowed as he recalled the memory. “I don’t know how, but Riku remembers all the horrible things dad said to him before he left us, so he’s always acted out – getting into trouble, skipping school, picking fights. His eyes were on you from the moment you took down that giant robot. I haven’t seen him that excited in a long time, you know. It’s really small, barely noticeable, but… he’s starting to change and I fully believe it’s because of you. So, thank you, Jen Winchester.” He bowed low, his back becoming wet from the rain.

I smiled, patting his shoulder to make him straighten up. “He’s a pretty good kid. Take care of him, yeah?”

“I’ll work hard to be a better brother!” He smiled, but it quickly dropped when my hand squeezed his shoulder.

“You better, because if you don’t, I’ll cut your dick off and make you eat it, ‘kay?” I smiled brightly, patting his shoulder again.

“Y-Yeah… sure…!”

We parted ways and I continued on toward U.A. high, stifling a yawn as I readjusted my bag across my shoulder. I stepped through the archway of the school and the rain suddenly stopped, making me pause. The fuck? Is there a fucking bubble around the school or somethin’? I glanced up, seeing a transparent umbrella over my head.

Reggian appeared on my right with a grin. “Hey, there Winchester. You’re looking kinda we – holy shitbricks, what happened to your face?!”

I scowled, gently poking at the swollen skin under my right eye. “Aizawa’s fucking cat attacked me while I was fucking sleeping this morning.

“Wait, you live with a teacher?” He wiggled his brows. “Scandalous.”

I rolled my eyes. “He’s a family friend, dumbass. I’m helping him out while he’s injured.”

We continued toward the school building and he hummed. “Did you at least clean and disinfect the wound?”

“I mean, I washed the blood off.” I rubbed my right eye, which is red and still fucking stinging. “I also got toothpaste in my eye.”

“Bitch, how the fuck?!”

“I have no fucking idea… stop laughing, you twat!”

He covered his mouth, clutching the frame of the entrance as his shoulders shook with laughter. “Y-Y-You’re a mess!!”

“Yeah, no shit.” I rolled my eyes before activating my quirk. My body started to heat up, effectively drying my uniform, but his damn laughter fucking distracted me and once my concentration slipped, my damn tie caught on fire. “Fuck,” I scowled, putting the flames out and throwing my burnt tie into the trash bin.

Reggian laughed harder, slapping the footlockers with his hand and earning strange looks from the passing students.

“You’re such a loser,” I muttered, pulling my boots off and changing them for the ugly ass white ones to school makes us wear indoors.

“And you’re a nerd!”

“Your fucking face is a nerd.”

“Your twat is a nerd.”

We stared at each other blankly for a solid two minutes before bursting out laughing, earning even more looks from the passing students. Iida came rushing through the doorway with Zuku close behind and he smiled at me, making me raise a brow. “Good morning, Winchester! Where is your tie? And what happened to your face?”

“She set it on fire,” Reggian managed through fits of giggles, his hand over his mouth. “And angered the cat gods!”

“I see. Please be more careful!” He smiled before turning to the ravenette. “Sorry, I don’t know your name. I’m Tenya Iida, class 1-A’s class rep.”

My brow furrowed in confusion and I glanced at Zuku, who was shaking the water from his umbrella. The last time I saw Iida, he was adamant that I don’t belong here and that I’m connected to the League of Villains, and now he’s treating me like I’m a friend? The fuck?

“Regina Reggian, but please call me Red. I’m from class C.”

“Ah, general studies, I see. It’s nice to meet you!” Iida held his hand out and the two shook hands before he turned to his locked, taking his rain boots off. Reggian sent me this weird-ass wave that looked like he dislocated his wrist before turning and walking away.

Zuku watched him for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully. “So, Iida, um…”

“If it’s about my brother, don’t be concerned. I’m sorry if I made you worry.” Iida smiled, pushing back the hood of his raincoat. “Everything will be fine.” And then he walked away.

Zuku turned to me with a frown, his brow furrowed in concern. “I’m really worried about him, Jen.”

I hummed, throwing my arm around his shoulder in a half-hug. “Just be there for ’em, but don’t push. If he needs help, I’m sure he’ll let you know.”

“I hope so…”

“Come on, we don’t wanna be later.” I ruffled his hair before walking toward class with him close behind. As always, excited chatter greeted us as soon as the door was slid open. Honestly, the day I walk into this room and it’s silent is legit gonna be the first day of the apocalypse, I’m callin’ it.

“It’s so weird that people recognize us from TV.” Ashido chirped happily. “Everyone wanted to talk to me on my way here!”

“Yeah, me too!” Kirishima grinned.

“People on the street were staring at me!” Toru added, her invisible hand resting over her chest. “It was kind of embarrassing,”

“Sure, but isn’t that pretty normal for you?” Ojirou asked softly, sweatdroppng.

Pft, I was just gonna fucking say that. I mean, if I fucking saw a pair of floating clothes going down the street, I’d fucking stare, too, thinking the fucking life fibers were invading. Oh god, and then Nudist Beach would arrive. Just the thought makes me shudder.

“You won’t believe what a bunch of elementary school brats yelled at me,” Sero complained with an expression that clearly said he was shook.

“‘Nice try’?” Tsu guessed and he cried out, grabbing his hair between his fingers. Guess she hit the nail on the head, huh.

I tuned out the chatter, following Zuku to his desk behind a certain blonde. Katsuki was sitting in his desk with his chin resting against the heel of his right hand, clearly still sulking about the festival. I grinned, “Yo, Katsuki. You look constipated, as usual.”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, glancing at me. “You look like someone bitch-slapped you. Twice.”

“I got bitch-slapped by Aizawa’s damn cat,” I deadpanned.

“Dumbass.”

“You still mad about me not making the top two?”

He was silent for a moment, turning his head away so I couldn’t see his face. “… Sparky said you defended me against that blonde extra from class B.”

I hummed. “I defended the whole class, you included.”

Another moment of silence before he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t fucking do that again. I don’t need your dumbass to defend me.”

I smiled, ruffling his ash blonde hair. “I’ll defend all of you ’til the day I die, so get it over it, brat.” I stepped off to the side, ruffling Zuku’s hair, as well, before heading to my seat behind Momo, who sent me a kind smile and a small wave as I passed. She half-turned in her seat, looking like she wanted to say something, but she turned back around when the door slid open.

Hmm, looks like Aizawa got his bandages off, that’s good. “Morning.”

“Good morning, Aizawa-sensei.” The class chorused as he stepped up to the podium at the front.

“Ribbit. Aizawa-sensei, you don’t have bandages anymore, that’s good news.”

He rubbed the skin under his eye with his pinkie. “The old lady went a little overboard in her treatment. Anyway, we have a big class today on hero informatics.”

Hero who in the what now? Fuck, I need my phone. Let’s see, pull up Goggle, type in whatever fucking shit he just said, and search… uhh, ‘the science of processing data for storage and retrieval’… fuck, can a girl get a definition for her definition??

“You need code names,” he said blankly. “Time to pick your hero identities.”

“This is gonna be totally awesome!!”

Aizawa activated his quirk, eyes glowing red as his hair shot up to slap gravity in the face. Seeing this, the class instantly went silent, reclaiming their seats. “This is related to the pro hero draft picks that I mentioned the last time we were in class together.”

His hair fell back around his shoulders as his quirk deactivated.

“Normally, students don’t have to worry about the draft yet, not until their second or third year, actually, but your class is different. In fact, by extending offers to first-years like you, pros are essentially investing in your future potential. Any offers can be rescinded if their interest in you dies down before graduation, though.”

“Stupid selfish adults!” Mineta slammed his fist on his desk, body shaking.

“So what you’re saying is, we still have to prove ourselves after we get recruited,” Toru spoke up.

“Correct,” Aizawa continued. “Now, here are the totals for those of you that got offers.” He clicked a remote and the board behind him sprung to life.

“In the past years, it’s been more spread out, but there’s a pretty big gap this time.”

“Gah!” Kaminari threw his head back with a groan. “That’s no fair~”

“What about the real star, moi?” Aoyama huffed, cupping his cheeks with his hands.

“Todoroki got the most ahead of Bakugo?” Kyoka asked in surprise.

“Yeah, it’s the opposite of how they placed in the festival,” Kirishima added.

“They probably weren’t excited about working with a guy who had to be chained up in the end,” Sero shrugged with a grin.

“If I scared a pro, they’re just weak!!” Katsuki yelled.

Momo sighed sadly before forcing a smile and turning to Todoroki. “That’s amazing. You must be proud.”

“These offers are probably because of my father.” He responded coldly, not sparing her a glance.

Ochaco had tears in her eyes as she grabbed Iida’s shoulders, shaking him back and forth. “People want us!”

Mineta reached forward, shaking Zuku. “Midoriya! You got none! I bet everyone was really grossed out by the crazy way you were fighting!”

I scowled, balling up a piece of paper and throwing it at his head. “Leave him alone, dipshit, you didn’t get any either. No one wants your perverted ass!”

“Despite these results,” Aizawa raised his voice, gaining everyone’s attention. “You’ll all be interning with pros, got it? Even though of you who didn’t get any offers.”

“Oh, so, we’re all interning?” Zuku asked in surprise.

“Yes. You already got to experience combat with real villains during the attack on the USJ facility, but it’ll still be helpful to see pros at work, up close and personal, in the field, first-hand.”

“And for that, we need hero names!”

“Things are suddenly getting a lot more fun!”

“These hero names will likely be temporary, but take them seriously or -”

The door slammed open. “You’ll have hell to pay later!” Midnight stepped into the classroom and the perv squad got stupid looks on their faces, staring at her intently. “What you pick today could be your codename for life. You’d better be careful or you’ll be stuck with something utterly indecent.”

I rolled my eyes. Does she have to sway her hips like that when she walks? Like, we get it, you have a nice fucking body and you’re proud, but at least have some decorum around your damn students, dumbass.

“Yeah, she’s got a good point.” Aizawa agreed, brow furrowing briefly. I wonder how he chose his name. Does he regret it? “Midnight is going to have final approval of your names. It’s not my forte.” He reached down, grabbing his yellow sleeping bag and stepping inside of it.

“Now wait a minute,” I scowled, leaning to the side to see around Momo. “It’s our names, why the fuck do they need to be approved? And by her, of all people. If she has her way, we’ll all have fucking lewd ass names.”

She pouted, cocking her hip and resting her wrist against it. “What kind of person do you take me for, Winchester?”

“You really want me to answer that?” I deadpanned. “Thot.”

Even though I muttered the last part under my breath, she heard me. A tic mark appeared on her temple and she launched at me, pulling me into a tight headlock. “What did you just call me, brat?!”

“Hah?! Are you going deaf, grandma?!” I struggled against her hold.

“I am not old!!”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. You’re fucking ancie – ow!!”

The class only sweatdropped as they watched us argue back and forth.

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incoherentbabblings · 4 years

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First Date (4/9)

Tim has one more test to pass before Bruce will allow him out as Robin. Like Dick and Jason before him, he has to avoid being caught by Batman for one night. He has already failed once, and is determined to succeed this time. Determination which might not count for much when Stephanie Brown is on the run from the mob. Her mother kidnapped as a way to threaten her father, Stephanie manages to escape and run into Tim. Unable to leave Stephanie alone when she is in need, Tim decides to try and multi-task. All he has to do is rescue Stephanie’s mother, take down the mob, avoid Batman, and get Stephanie to agree to a proper date all in one night. Absolute anarchy ensues. Ao3 link here!

Bruce wasted no time on the screaming man thirty stories up above Gotham’s streets.

“What do you want with Crystal and Stephanie Brown?”

The man did not seem suitably composed to give a response and continued to screech like a bat out of hell.

Batman dropped him ten stories, then yanked him on the cord back up. The man was by then crying, tears flooding down his balding head. His trousers were also wet but Bruce tried valiantly to ignore that issue and repeated his question.

“Arthur Brown owes Ibanescu a loooooottttt of money.” The man sobbed. “He had time to pay it back when he got out of jail back in June, but he’s taking too long…” The man began to whimper, and the wet patch grew. Batman grabbed his hair and shook his head.

“And where have your friends taken Crystal?”

“I don’t know! We were supposed to call when we had them! Somewhere in the Narrows I’d guess!”

“How many are out looking for her?”

“Last I knew fifteen? But there’s maybe more now that the daughter’s gone… We’re not gonna hurt them before Arthur turned up…honest! They’re just bait! I nearly had the girl but some kid punched me out and I don’t know where either of them have gone…”

“You know where you’re going?”

“Prison?”

“Hmm.”

And then the man was dropped once more. Like a yo-yo, he was then tugged up, straight into Bruce’s waiting fist. The knocked-out man was left for the police to pick up on a nearby rooftop, with more than enough evidence for attempted murder and kidnapping in his shooting efforts towards Stephanie.

“I’m taking at look at what Dragos Ibanescu has been up to recently,” stated Oracle.

Bruce moved up high, getting ready to rooftop hop away from the city centre towards to quieter areas.

“More trafficking I suspect. Catwoman and he tangled recently.”

“Don’t know what Brown could possibly get from this guy. Cluemaster just wants his ego stroked right? That’s why he does what he does, so why Ibanescu?”

“…Any luck with the car?”

“Not quite, but if this guy thinks it’s heading to the Narrows that… well it narrows it down a bit.”

“When you find Crystal, Oracle, let me know. I need to speak to Tim, make sure he goes home.”

“Ah. About that.”

“What?”

“He and Stephanie left the hospital five or so minutes ago?”

“Which direction did they head in?”

“…Dunno.”

“Oracle.”

“I am busy! Black cars and Romanian gangsters aren’t going to find themselves. You’re the detective, track him down yourself –”

“Oracle do not –”

“Okay bye.” She teased and cut the line. Bruce was left standing awkwardly atop a pillar, trying to reconnect the line, but Barbara would only be contacted if she wanted to be spoken to.

She was ensuring Tim got a second shot, but he was being pursued by up to twenty men, all fully armed, whilst he had nothing but a backpack filled with energy drinks and a wallet.

Bruce looked down on the crowds. If they were heading to the Bristol safehouse then they would have gotten on the subway across the Avenue. He couldn’t follow them down there, but he could access the subway systems, and see who had bought tickets, who had gotten on, and who had gotten off. He would start there.

Batman jumped off the building, and moved towards the central hub.

Stephanie wasn’t safe with Tim, even if he was taking her somewhere safe, the route to the one safehouse Tim had access to was anything but… Batman needed to track them down, and quickly. Tim was in over his head, and Stephanie was probably terrified out of her mind.

***

“I need to pee. Can we use your staff bathroom?” Stephanie asked.

“No.” Said the boy, once he’d caught his breath. He sounded quite certain of his response. “It’s a staff bathroom, not for customers.”

Tim and Stephanie burst into the empty convenience store with such a bang that the young man behind the counter jumped a mile. He shuffled whatever magazine he’d been reading under the counter, face red with embarrassment.

Tim sighed and marched up to the counter. The boy took a nervous step back.

“How much?”

“What?”

“How much will it take for you to let her pee and wash her hair? One hundred?”

He pulled out his wallet and slammed two fifty-dollar bills down. The boy stared suspiciously.

“We have CCTV here you know. If I get caught taking money…”

“Then just let me pee! Be a good Samaritan!” Stephanie interjected. The boy looked increasingly uncomfortable. He no doubt saw her blood-stained jeans and her messy hair and makeup. He was right to want to have nothing to do with them. Stephanie decided to jump to drastic measures.

“Look man, you tell me which is worse: letting a customer pee all over your floor – which I will do if I don’t get my way – or allowing them to pee and clean up in peace. I have had a hell of a night and I just want to freshen up. I’m not a druggie, I’m not dangerous… there just aren’t any public bathrooms in Gotham and I’m really far from home still. “

The boy grew green at the thought of cleaning up some teenage girl’s urine, and acquiesced.

“Okay fine. Five minutes.” He lifted the counter to let her through.

“Wait, Steph.”

Stephanie jolted at him calling her by her nickname. She turned back, eyebrows raised.

Tim had his arm held out. “Let me hold your bag.”

“Oh! Thanks, sweetie.”

Tim smiled lopsidedly, but the cashier was unamused. He refused to give her the key and herded her through to the back.

He returned to find Tim piling high food, drink and other items. Tallying it up, the cashier eyed Tim suspiciously. Tim looked up at him and smiled awkwardly.

“I’ve had better first dates.” He joked. The cashier did not find it heart-warming and instead scanned the goods aggressively.

“You’re going to get me in trouble. Thirty-four sixty-nine total.”

Tim laughed uncomfortably and put down one fifty bill.

“You can keep the change. Honestly.”

The man harrumphed and cashed it in. Stuffing his bag full, Tim pulled out Stephanie’s phone, and put in the battery once more. He waited until it switched on, then moved towards the entrance of the shop. Looking through her contact lists, he saw she didn’t have that many. Her mother was one, but her father was not, and there were people who were probably a school mate or two, but the entire list fit onto her screen, no scrolling required. He looked back towards the door, wondering if she were lonely in her day to day life.

Taking a breath, knowing in the back of his head this was going to maybe be a mistake, but it was a risk he needed to take, he dialled for Stephanie’s mother. At the very least, Oracle would pick up the call, no doubt she would be watching for any activity from Crystal or Stephanie’s phone. If this risk didn’t help Tim and Stephanie, it would certainly help Barbara and Bruce. The call rang for a long while, but eventually was picked up, and a man’s voice answered, to which Tim immediately hung up.

Now it was a waiting game, someone – or several someones – would show up soon.

Tim’s stomach started to grow cold. He was missing the point of the assignment. He was to stay hidden, to only help others if absolutely necessary, and now he had invited trouble to him. He could handle himself, he was sure of that, but he still felt naked without his bo staff. Stephanie he was more unsure of, but he had been on the receiving end of her slaps, she wouldn’t go anywhere without a fight.

Five minutes passed and Stephanie and still had not emerged from the bathroom.

“Can I check on her?” Tim asked, becoming anxious that the cashier was going to be danger so long as he was out front of the shop.

“If anyone pinches anything whilst I’m in the back with you…” The boy threatened.

“Sounds fair.”

And he was led through.

Stephanie meanwhile had gone to great efforts of sticking her hair under a tap, running hot water and the sad bar of soap on the sink to get out the vomit which had been haunting her for hours.

She was probably going to get a cold now without any way of drying if, but she grabbed a tea towel from the tiny kitchen and rung out her tangled hair as best she could, running her fingers through then giving up when they’d hit a knot.

She looked in the mirror and wet a paper towel, dabbing her cheeks to clear off the runny eyeline and mascara. She had had to scrub a little, so her cheeks looked red and sore when she was done, but at least she didn’t look like such a mess anymore. More like someone who had just come from swimming practice rather than a shooting casualty on the run.

Speaking of shootings…

She worried about her leg. The glue might not have held up under the pressure of leaping and running and jumping that she had done. She couldn’t feel the blood flowing down her leg anymore, but the bandage just might be doing its job.

Rummaging through various cupboards in the back, she found the first aid kit, went into the bathroom and shut the door. Pulling down her jeans and plopping herself down on the toilet, she tentatively unwrapped her bandages.

Sure enough, at one end the skin had started to split apart, and blood was oozing out. Steph breathed out a curse, then rummaged through the kit, hoping to find something that could close the wound.

It would be messy, and she was bound to have a gnarly scar, but she needed to get it closed whilst the skin was still numb.

She was actually quite good at sewing, for one reason or another. She found a needle and thread and some disinfectant wipes.

It would have to do.

She set to work when Tim burst in.

“Jesus!” Stephanie shouted, nearly stabbing herself in the wrong place. “Knock first!”

Whatever he was going to say didn’t come out. Instead he shut the door and knelt next to her. Her embarrassment at being caught in her undies faded at his concerned look. Tentatively, he touched her leg, and she suppressed a shiver.

“It’s opened up?”

She sighed and looked down at her sliced leg. “It’s okay, I can stitch it.”

“I can help?”

“No. No, it’s quicker if I do it myself. I wanna just get it done before my leg’s not numb anymore.”

He watched her concentrated expression as she began stitching. Her fingers quickly grew bloody, but she was right. She was quick at sewing, and fairly neat at it too. She wiped away the blood with some wipes, and Tim helped her hold the bandage tight and she reapplied it.

“You’ve done this before haven’t you?”

“…Once or twice.” She replied reluctantly.

“I heard, back at the hospital, about your forehead –”

“It’s fine.” Her tone was short, but not rude. Her defensiveness made Tim feel like his heart was frozen. A jagged lump grew in his throat, and he realised he’d made a mistake.

Tim stayed knelt on the floor as she shimmied her jeans back on and washed her hands. She turned back to Tim, who had a slightly haunted look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, voice soft.

“I made a mistake.”

“What? Tim…”

“We need to go.” And he rose, opening the door to reveal the cashier far too close to have been doing anything but listening in. Tim tried not to make a face at him.

“Call the police.”

“What?” The boy sneered at them.

“Bad men are following us. They’re heading here. Hide back here and call the police.”

He didn’t move, and Tim felt his temper rise.

“Do it! This isn’t a joke! How do you think she got the blood on her?”

The boy looked at Stephanie, and seeing the utter lack of humour in either of their expressions, he pulled out his phone.

“We’ll get out here. Thank you for letting us rest up for a second.”

And Tim pulled Stephanie past the cashier, heading back out front to leave.

“Wait wait wait wait wait.” She puffed as they exited the store, zipping her coat back up. “What’s going on? You said we were going to find out where my mom is? We need to interrogate one of them ‘cause unless you –”

“I got in over my head. It’s too dangerous.”

“What? No-one’s even here!”

“But they will be! You’re too badly hurt and I didn’t think it through!”

It was the first time he had really shouted at her, but it wasn’t from anger, rather from fright. She could hear how scared he was. She stared him down, not moving with any of his tugs to her arm. An uncomfortable moment past them by. His free fist clenched around something, but she couldn’t see what he was holding. Something he’d bought in the shop probably. She briefly thought he might hit her with it, but she quickly quashed that thought. She had to constantly remind herself, Tim wouldn’t do that.

He wouldn’t.

The sound of a car racing around the corner made both of turn to look down the street.

“No.” Muttered Tim. He pushed Stephanie behind him then, uncomfortably aggressive, and she stumbled with a cry. A big black SUV pulled up and the pair were met by two men, a gun pointed at them each. Tim began pulling Stephanie into the alleyway. They’d reached a fair way down when a warning shot whizzed past their heads. Tim instinctively grabbed Stephanie, pressing his body in front of hers.

“Don’t try anything!” One of the yelled. “Turn around.”

Keeping Stephanie behind him still, they both turned to face the men, who stood at the entrance to the alleyway. The other, the fatter of the two, pulled out his phone and rang a number, confirming that they had Stephanie in hand.

Tim shakily held a hand up, trying to deescalate the situation.

Stephanie is seemed determined to do the opposite.

“Where’s my mom? Where’s my dad?”

“Get in the car and you’ll be with both of them. Out of the way, kid.” The man indicated for Tim to step aside, out of range of the guns. Tim supposed he was being kind. He shook his head.

“Look kid move! We’re sick and tired of chasing this girl down, and I get it, not your fault that your dad’s a massive fuck up Stephanie, but we have a job to do. Get in the car. We need you in one piece.”

One of the men crept forward, getting closer and closer, gun held out, level with Tim’s head. Tim didn’t say anything, and just glared at the man, like he was waiting for something. The hand that was clenched behind his back twitched anxiously.

The man clicked the gun.

“Don’t!” Stephanie throw herself forward, knocking over both Tim and the man. The other guy, further back, fired a shot that went wide and bounced off the metal pipes that stretched down the damp walls.

Tim swung out from the floor, knocking one man off his feet. Rising up quick, he threw whatever he’d been holding at the other man. With a swear he flinched, and Tim rushed over, knocking the gun out of his hand.

Stephanie rolled over to the man who had threatened Tim and punched his face. Hard. His grip on his gun loosened, and she managed to wrestle it away from him. She opened it up and scattered the cartridges.

Left with an empty gun and a lot of adrenaline, she began to pound the guys face in the pistol. She only got so far towards knocking him out, as he managed to tug her hair so painfully she felt strands be ripped out. She screeched and jolted upwards, kicking him before he could rise.

She looked over at Tim, who had pinned the fatter man to the floor. The arm was twisted at an awful angle, and she could see where blood was starting to spread on the dirty floor. He was yelling something at him, more full of anger than she had heard from him so far this night, but she couldn’t make it out. Her ears were ringing from the echoing gun shot, and her breathing was so laboured and heartbeat so loud her head felt like it was throbbing.

A sharp, stabbing pain made her leg give out then. The man she’d been standing over punched her in her shot wound, and the nerve endings vibrated the pain through her calf. She cried out and fell down. Her head was then picked up and smacked against the unforgiving floor. Vision blurring and sparking, she flailed, kicking the man straight in the groin. He gasped and leaned forward, giving her enough leverage to smack him hard again. His head connected with the wall, and with a sharp snap, he fell still, chest rising in short puffed out breaths.

“Tim?” She instinctively called out, rolling on to her stomach. The pain in her weak leg prevented her from getting up on her feet just yet. Tim was still perched over his foe.

“Who’s your boss?” Tim bit out.

The man writhed, not willing to give up his pride to a teenager.

“Fuck you.”

Tim smashed the guys head against the floor, to which he swore once more, even louder.

“Tell me!”

“Ibanescu! God fucking…”

Stephanie managed to crawl over to their pair. Tim took his eyes off the man, but not for too long, to see how hurt she was. She looked betrayed and horrified, but Tim couldn’t understand why.

“Why was my dad working with him?” She asked.

“More like for him. Your dad’s got a massive debt kiddo.”

Stephanie’s eyes grew wet, and Tim pressed his knee on the man’s neck.

“Where is her mother?”

“Told you,” The man choked out. “Don’t know. You or the police won’t find her.”

“Batman –”

“Batman has bigger problems than your mom.”

She didn’t argue, and Tim watched from the corner of his eye and she seemed to retreat into herself. She believed this random guy, and not Tim’s constant reassurances.

Tim felt his anger spike at her self-perception of unimportance.

“How many more are searching for her?”

“There’s twenty. All across the island, looking just for her.”

Tim’s muscles froze. God he’d messed up. Two he could deal with, maybe even four. But he wasn’t Batman, he was just a kid with some training and an injured girl to protect.

He needed to end this conversation and get her hidden once more.

“Tell your boss he can’t have her when you wake up.”

“What?”

And Tim gave such a hard punch Stephanie saw the man’s nose crunch, the cartilage shattering.

He pulled himself off the ground, then leaned over to Stephanie, raising her from the floor.

“We’re gonna pinch their car, okay? Get down the road a bit. I wanna check your head. But we need to leave. Now.”

“One more second. Okay?” She said. Limping, Stephanie rummaged through both men’s belongings, looking for anything of use. Both of their phones were locked, but she could see their more recent messages on the screen when or if they came in.

“Don’t bother with taking them, they’ll be tracked.”

“One second Tim.”

The phone’s screen was shattered as Stephanie ran her thumb over it.

A message was popped up on the locked screen. The entire text wasn’t visible, but she caught the jist all the same.

“Mom’s in the Narrows!” And she dropped the phone, the back breaking off as she did so. "Don’t know where but…“

“It narrows it down. Hah. That’s good.”

Tim poked his head into the driver’s seat of the car, seeing that the keys were still present. He snorted a laugh at how easy it was. He turned off the GPS and Bluetooth, and gestured Stephanie to get in as well.

She looked back, only to see the cashier from earlier was staring at them through the glass of the shop window, his mouth wide open. She blushed and quickly turned away, crawling into the passenger seat. Before she had pulled the door shut Tim was pulling away, heading in the opposite direction that the men had arrived. He took a few random turns here and there, always heading towards their original destination. Stephanie gripped the dashboard tight, unable to even put on her seat belt. She tried to calm down, but found she couldn’t.

Eventually he pulled up in a dark corner of the city and switched the car off.

They sat in the dark, still breathing heavy.

Stephanie’s breathing wobbled, and became shallow. Tim reached over and cradled her face.

“Steph…”

Stephanie began to cry softly.

“I can’t do this.”

Her breathing spiked, and her tears fell faster. “My dad has been working for a human trafficker. I didn’t think he could go so low and I don’t know where my mom is I don’t know what to do and I’m trusting you but I’m scared of how much I liked that violence and what if I’m just like him,” Her tears made her voice wet and slurred, and she sniffed, undignified and distraught, as the reality of what her father was doing sunk in.

“Steph.”

“I’m sorry I dragged you into this, you don’t deserve this, god I’m sorry…”

“Steph. It’s my choice. I want—”

“But it’s not mine!” She cut him off. “I didn’t choose any of this, I’m just getting pulled around and hiding! I’m not getting a say in anything!”

She was becoming hysterical, Tim could see, and he frantically wiped away large tears from her red cheeks. She looked at him then, the affection being all too much for her. Tim watched as her eyes widened a fraction, like an idea had suddenly occurred to her.

“Stephanie…” He muttered once more. She seemingly made up her mind with a huff, and Tim looked her quizzically. Almost as if from a third-party perspective he watched, practically in slow motion, as she leaned forward and kissed him.

Oh. Okay. This is definitely what I wanted.

#dc #timsteph #my fic tag #tim drake #stephanie brown

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killervibe · 5 years

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This isn’t rlly your typical quote/title request but. Can I request some uh,,, Cisco and Caitlin cooking/baking together fluff??

The Break-In

Caitlin wakes up to a loud noise and a lot of swearing.

Her eyes blink open, encrusted with sleep, staring up at the ceiling and she lets out a sigh so deep she feels it in her soul. She rubs her hand over the pillow creases against her cheek, muttering under her breath as she pulls her fluffy bathrobe from its hook off her en suite bathroom door. She slips it on, swinging it over her shoulders, and squirming her arms in one by one then pauses to take another deep breath and force herself not to face-plant standing up against the wall.

The lights from the kitchen were on the lowest setting, an attempt at accommodation, Caitlin supposed, and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she jammed her feet into her slippers waiting for her at the door. She followed the trail of light like a moth, and it lead her straight to the cluttered kitchen mess and the intruder who broke into her apartment and robbed her sleep.

Caitlin shuffles over to her island and climbs up on the barstool. Her blue slippers almost fell right off her feet, teetering from her toes for a couple seconds until they landed on her mopped floor.

“Damn thing won��t shut up! Dumb crybaby oven,” Cisco complains in his green apron, running to turn off the incessant timer, jabbing buttons and playing around with the temperature setting with one hand, keeping a half cup of baking powder steady in the other.

He shoos her away with it, spilling it over the rim of the measuring tool. A puff of white powder flies in the air. “Didn’t mean to wake you up. Sorry.”

Caitlin’s eyes blearily take in the scene. The cookie trays and the lump of something in her oven. The big bowls and spatulas. Some mix dripping down her white counters and a bag of flour slumped awkwardly to one side like someone took a punch to its gut. Again.

Caitlin groans, and buries her head into her arms against the island surface. She’s going to turn him into a frickin’ popsicle if he doesn’t clean his mess.

“Do you think it’s rising? I don’t think it is. Shit.”

“Cisco,” she grumbles into her elbow, her voice muffled.

“I mean the yeast expired last month but I didn’t think it mattered that much–”

Caitlin lifts her head up, heavy like a bowling ball, and props it up with her hand, watching him buzz around like a bumble bee.

“Pass me a cookie,” she resigns.

“I guess I’ll try it again,” he sighs, and gives her a chocolate chip.

It’s warm and gooey and exactly not what Caitlin should be eating at two AM, but he’s getting the milk out her fridge and is pushing the tall glass to her silently. Cisco hooks his foot around the bar of the second stool and hops up to sit at her opposite.

“Good?”

He’s truly endearing, in a weird kind of smiley, manic, sleep deprived way.

This random late night breaching into her home to use her kitchen was starting to become a bad habit. Maybe.

Caitlin chews slowly, still tasting the toothpaste she brushed with before she put herself to bed.

“Bittersweet chocolate?”

But there are worse habits out there.

Cisco nods and so does she, assenting to his choice. “You know you have your own oven, right?”

She dips her hot cookie into the glass and it falls to pieces. She waits for his reply.

Cisco watches her fish the cookie parts out with her slippery fingers.

“Yeah, but yours has the fancy convection settings.”

“Uh huh,” Caitlin says. “So buy one of those then,” she suggests lightly, not really meaning it.

Cisco hums noncommittally.

She narrows her eyes, and jerks her head in the direction of it. “What kind of bread?”

“Neolithic if it won’t rise,” Cisco bemoans. He runs his hands through his hair, streaking it with flour. “Don’t even remember if it does.”

Caitlin doesn’t comment on it, simply pushes herself off the stool, and pads to the oven, licking the chocolate off her fingers. She bends down in front of the little lit up window and peers in, deciding to open the door. A wave of heat attacks her face.

“Did you add enough water?”

Cisco’s laugh sounded like a strangle. “Maybe?”

Well, they’ll find out in 2 more hours.

Cisco reaches over to pull off the long tie of Caitlin’s fluffy bathrobe from where it was dragging behind her on the linoleum.

Caitlin whips around to see him bunching the material in his hands, putting it aside.

She’s about to thank him when she pauses, her words dying on her lips. His eyes have gone soft and shiny. A really beautiful, tender light with a warmth Caitlin has come to realize are just for her. Her heart swells with a quiet, sleepy joy.

She looks at him really, and the fuzz around her brain dissipates as something clicks into place. “Cisco? I don’t know if you can just breach into my house at night to make food anymore.”

Cisco’s half tired, half sated smile freezes. His hands clench his apron rhythmically, eyebrows pulling together as he begins to frown at himself.

“Oh,” he says.

“It’s just,” Caitlin wrings her hands, and takes a step forward. “It’s just, I think I want you to think about what you’re doing.”

His hair falls over his face, and he pulls the apron off completely, shoving the cookie tray to the side, and avoiding her eyes. “Oh,” he says again.

“I’m sleeping in my room and you’re over here alone making,” Caitlin pauses, looking around the room, at a loss for words to describe this. “Everything. Tonight it was cookies but last week it was a stuffed chicken, like honestly, Cisco, this early in the morning you’re bound to screw up and set everything on fire.”

Cisco eyeballs her as she rummages through her utensils for a clean bowl and spatula and thrusts them into his arms. “It’s my apartment. So it’s my rules. You want to use my kitchen? Fine.”

She yanks her cookbook out from its spot on her shelf.

“You want to do it at an ungodly hour after one of us nearly dies? Sure, Cisco. You do you.”

The pages skip as she skims through it, but she doesn’t find it fast enough so she searches up the index like she’s about to cite her sources.

“But,” she continues, looking up at him sharply, “then you need me to help you. You’re not allowed to use my oven anymore and just let me sleep through it. You clearly need an assistant.”

She smiles and gestures to the abandoned baking powder and lonely mixer. “So you were wanting to make pancakes?”

Cisco blinks, staring down at the bowl in his hands dumbly. “Oh.”

Caitlin flicks on the kitchen light to the brightest setting and starts to make coffee.

By the time the batter is thickened, Cisco reaches forward to turn the heat up on the stove for Caitlin to pour some in with her ladle spoon.

The worked in silence, simply baking together. Caitlin simply putting a hand on his arm to get his attention to put the egg carton back in the fridge. He relaxes under her touch, his coiled up freneticism releasing with his exhale as she rubs her hand over his skin.

By the time the third pancake is flipped over in its golden brown glory, Cisco slows, working his jaw open.

He’s using Mr. Clean from her cabinet under the sink, wiping up the aftermath of his Hell’s Kitchen audition.

“I don’t like my oven,” Cisco says quietly. “I mean, it’s fine. It does the trick.”

Caitlin uses the spatula to guide the pancake onto the stack steaming on the plate, arching an encouraging eyebrow, letting him go on.

“But I love your oven. I need it to make the best things. I wouldn’t be half as good without it.” He chances a glance, vulnerable. “I know I should just stay at home. I know, it’s better off, that way. But I can’t tear myself away. I need to be here.”

The scent between them is strong with disinfectant.

Caitlin reaches for his wet hand, removing the sponge from his grasp. “My oven will always be there for you to use, Cisco.”

His look is imploring and he melts, squeezing her hand back. The brown eyes he has are doing that thing again, warm and gooey like his chocolate cookies. But then he huffs, rolling his eyes like he’s embarrassed or doubtful. “Say that again next Thanksgiving.”

“Even then,” she promises. She’s not about to let this go. “Every time you need it. Always.”

He draws in a short breath, and allows himself to look at her face again, his protective poise disintegrating completely. “It’s the best thing in my life, Caitlin.”

She flicks the heat off, and removes the pan from the burner. The pile of pancakes and eager vanilla-smelling batter sit waiting on the side for them to return to after.

He lets her pull him close.

#fluff #killervibe #the flash #the flash fic #so i was gonna wait and do that big thing but it'll take a while so here #i was trying to write a certain tone but idk if it worked #tkv fic

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