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Warmth (LoV x Reader)

Pairing: League of Villains x Reader (Platonic)

Appearances by Toga, Dabi, Shigaraki, Twice, Kurogiri

Someone on Wattpad requested: “hi! idk if you're still doing requests or not (and you don't have to do this if you want to) but can you do a platonic LoV where the reader is in a abusive relationship and she's coming back to the hide out and she goes to her room to cover up the bruises and stuff and toga come in asking to hangout when she see the bruises on the reader and goes and tells the league without the reader knowing. you can end it with some family fluff if you want.”

Genre: Angst/Comfort

Warnings: Mentions of physical/mental/emotional abuse

Word Count: 1,324

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog

a/n: Yes, listening to The Neighbourhood while writing this hits different

This will be gender neutral on both fronts, in terms of the aggressor and the reader, since abuse can come from anyone. If you're in an abusive relationship, please get help and break out of that relationship if you can before it escalates. You are worth so much more and deserve to be with someone who will love and cherish you and not treat you like trash💖

"There you are." Kurogiri wipes down his glasses as per his normal routine. "The kids were wondering when you would come back, they're waiting for you."

Act natural. I tug at the sleeves of my jacket and . "Y-Yeah, if they ask again, I'm just changing my clothes. I think it's chilly, I want my hoodie, y'know?" You're talking too much, that's not natural! I scurry off to my room before Kurogiri can comment about my strange behavior.

Retreating into my room, I make sure to shut it closed so no one can see. Ripping off my jacket and my tattered shirt, I throw the latter into a corner of my closet where no one will see. Once I slip my black hoodie over my head and stand in front of the mirror, the first thing I see is the discoloration on my neck still peeking out from the collar. Putting my hoodie up doesn't help anything either, to my dismay.

I have no choice but to pull out the concealer and color corrector. My intense stare focuses on the pigmented tender spot as I pat it. I guess it was my fault this happened anyway.

The door suddenly opens in the midst of my wallowing and I pull the neck of my hoodie up before turning around.

Toga bares her fangs at me with her wide smile. "(Y/n)~" she sings, "You're back finally! Dabi and Shiggy wanna go out for a while, we were waiting for you to go!"

"Oh, yeah, I heard from Kurogiri, I'm just, uh, fixing my hair and changing my clothes because it's cold outside." My heart still pounds from her entering so suddenly. I nervously pretend to rub my neck just in case.

Her smile drops into confusion as she scans me. "You're awfully jittery, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine!" I smile as enthusiastically as possible. "Just give me another minute, I'll meet you guys out front!"

With that, she's back to her blushing face and grin. "Okay! We're waiting!"

Once she shuts the door behind her, I turn back to the mirror and remove my hand. Good enough, I sigh, At least it'll be dark.

"So, how was your date?" Shigaraki takes a sip of his beer. I know he's only asking to make conversation, he's indifferent to my relationship.

I finger my own cool metal can. "Fine, we just watched a movie in the house." I resist my instinct to flinch at the memory of the screams. "Nothing special."

"You guys have been going out for a while, huh?" Toga rests her head in her hands dreamily. "What's it like being in love?"

Love, huh? "It's...something." I try skewing my voice to sound vague and mysterious. "It's a lot of feelings, I can't really explain it." It's best if I don't answer directly.

"You're pretty inseparable, I'd say." Smoke rings lazily emerge from Dabi's blue fire.

Only because I'm told to. "We just can't stay away from each other," I muster a smile and another sip of my beer.

Turquoise eyes study me from the side before the circle of fire disappears from his hand and he faces me fully. "You're happy, right?"

His question catches me off guard as I almost choke, but I quickly recover. "Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

Waking up at the hideout the next afternoon is lonely and quiet. Patting into the kitchen for food confirms my suspicions that no one's home. Though I'm disappointed, it's assuring that I can use a heating pad for my marks without anyone commenting.

As I sit in front of my mirror facing my shame, I can't help checking my phone for any messages. My notifications are empty. Not that I expect anything less, it would be much more surprising if an apology was waiting for me. Because I'm the one who should be apologizing.

I start texting with my one hand, holding the heat pack to my neck. At least the temperature provides some kind of comfort in such a small space of my body, though I wish it would encompass me entirely. The message sends, but it doesn't get read for a few minutes. That's not normal, usually I'll be left on read. They must really be angry. My body goes colder with shame. Our fight must've been worse than I thought.

I hear the front door slam open suddenly, heavy footsteps approaching my room quickly. I don't know what to do with the heat pack. As I'm panicking, the group storms into my room, catching me with it in my hand dumbly. The boys' gazes all intently lock onto my face.

Toga lazily sits next to me, brandishing her knife as if it's the most casual thing. "(Y/n)~ I wanted to ask you last night, what happened to you?" She points the blade at my neck.

The darkness didn't hide it that well then, or she must've seen in my room last night after all. "I-I got into a fight." I rub the tender spot nervously.

"Yeah, with your supposed lover," Dabi spits, crossing his arms over his chest.

My body loses all heat as I go numb. "W-What-?" How did they find out? My eyes flicker to the pseudo-innocent schoolgirl on the bed. She must've told them, but how did she know?

"Why didn't you tell us what was going on? Why would you let something like this go on?" the raven haired man continues reprimanding me.

I lower my head at his intimidating stare. I knew they'd be mad for not telling them, but I didn't want to worry them either. "I wanted to take care of it myself," my feeble voice answers halfheartedly.

"You know, we would've taken care of that trashbag earlier if you'd said something." Twice cracks the bones in his fingers one by one. "I don't care who they are, I'll destroy them either way."

My head snaps up. "What do you mean you took care-?"

"We paid that loser a visit," Shigaraki stuffs a hand in his pocket, careful to stick his thumb out so it doesn't touch his pants. "Let's just say we took care of your breakup for you, in our unique way of course."

I'm in disbelief. They were all angry for me and decided to take matters into their own hands? "Y-You did that for m-me?" My body starts trembling.

"You're our family," Toga grins, walking over to me and wraps her arms around my neck from behind. "Why wouldn't we eliminate someone ruining your life?"

My eyes well with tears the same way my chest fills with the undeserving warmth she's providing me with. "Because I don't deserve it?"

"Oh, please, no one deserves to be unhappy or bullied by someone they love." Twice joins the hug between the two of us, his large arms attacking from the other side.

"I'll pass on the hug," Shigaraki mumbles and retreats from the room, but there's a smile on his chapped lips.

"Dabi, don't you dare leave this room without contributing to the hug!" Twice bellows as the other man turns to leave.

His blue eyes roll and he huffs. "Fine, just this once for you, kid. Don't get used to it." He awkwardly fits over our bodies, his warmth the last straw that allows my tears to overflow.

"We're your support group, silly," Toga comforts me, wiping my face, "Who else is gonna have your back like us?"

"Yeah, people are super cruel!" Twice chimes in.

"Can I leave now?" Dabi groans impatiently.

I release my grip on the heating pad and grip the arms around me, leaning my head onto Toga's. Part of me wants to ground myself in this moment, their strange affection filling the void inside me. I don't want to move from this spot, smothered under these three bodies of my home, my trusted comrades. Next time - even though I pray there's no next time - I know if I need comfort, if I need warmth, I just need to ask for it.

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thatblondeperson · 3 years

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TimSteph, taking care of chronic injuries!

Hey look, another ask that got buried! Sorry friend!!!!

This is all preboot, RR/Batgirl era.

Ok so Tim is super extra imo when it comes to treating any kind of sickness, injury, ANYTHING. He’s the type of guy who will go to CVS and buy out the entire “cold + flu” aisle as soon a Steph gets a runny nose. He absolutely drowns her in cough drops and tissues. I can see him being extremely attentive as well. Like bringing blankets and pillows around the clock, happy to carry her from point A to point B, almost insisting to do so on occasion, and just sitting with her for as long as she desires/needs company. He absolutely pays no mind to germs. Steph can cuddle all she wants.

Steph is similar but less extra. She’s got some more classic home remedies that Tim doesn’t have. She absolutely would baby the hell out of him if he got sick though, and probably more often than not she has to put her foot down on him trying to patrol even if he’s completely out of it and burning up. Tim has a hard time relaxing, but eventually the time is used for him to catch up on sleep. Tim getting sick is like a mini-hibernation. I can see Alfred stepping in occasionally if they were both sick because Tim’s an absolute mess, and Steph can only do so much before she gets wiped out. They’re hopeless and completely out of service if they’re both ill at the same time. Error 404: Dorks not found.

Chronic injuries are a constant process. Steph obviously has a ton just from Black Mask alone. I’m sure she gets aches and pains on the regular due to the severity of the torture she experience. Power drills would leave some lasting abdominal pain for sure. Hell, I wonder if it makes cramps worse for her? It could in all honestly. She may need serious pain meds during that time of the month which are of course always kept on hand. On top of that, the physical trauma definitely left endless mental trauma. No question about it. Not to mention that time she got lightly shot in the head. I say lightly because I forgot this was a thing because they don’t really address it again. I imagine that would cause occasional headaches/migraines, and I’m sure Tim likes to run a scan every now and again to make sure there isn’t any lasting damage. And of course, we return to the medicine cabinet for more pain pills. (Thank you @incoherentbabblings for reminding me of the gunshot.)

I headcanon that both of them get nightmares on almost the regular. They’ve both got it set that if one of them is in the middle of a bad nightmare, the other just holds them close, doing whatever they can to soothe them until the calmness sets back in. The nightmares get more spaced out some time after they move in together because I think the constant safeness of having someone beside them every night would eventually help them both sleep through the night better. It is hard to get back to sleep though. Both of them have been put through the ringer, they’ve both seen death of loved ones up close and personal, and I imagine a lot of what they’ve experienced is still very vivid and intense for them.

Tim’s got his own fair share of recurring pain. The boy doesn’t have a spleen and tbh I don’t know how he’s not getting sick more frequently. But extra precautions need to be taken to keep him from getting infections when he gets any kid of open wound, thank GOD Steph is a nurse. Tim has to be kept pretty healthy though if at all possible, which brings us back to my previous headcanon about him not caring about germs when Steph is sick? Yeah, not his smartest move, but Tim’s an idiot and forgets that he’s fragile.

Both of them have regular joint issues. They’ve dislocated enough things for just about everything to make awful clicking sounds now and again. Steph doesn’t have as much regular muscle pain, she’s far more flexible than Tim is so she stays pretty loose and limber, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have to work at it every day. Steph does yoga as a part of her routine. She gets Tim to join sometimes but he’s not very good at keeping up with it. He’s flexible too but not to her level, and he locks up easier if he’s had an especially tough night. They both try to put the time in to exercise when they can, spotting each other, keeping a routine going, because given how much they both get beaten and battered on the daily, if they don’t keep up with muscle pain, it’ll just get worse. On bad days when the pain makes any mobility difficult, massages ensue. They’ve got at least 15 ice packs in the freezer at all times, and a stack of heating pads in the medicine cabinet. And if all else fails, a nice hot bubble bath never hurts. With Epsom salts and everything. Steph likes to add a touch of lavender oil.

Immediate injuries they’re both very good at treating. Steph obviously has more technical knowhow, and she is the most medically trained of all the Batfam members, but Tim is detail oriented and good at focusing when he needs to so he can keep up just fine. They’re both good at stitches and general wound treatment, but Steph is better at consistent treatment. Tim will absolutely forget to switch out his bandages or clean things because his brain is soup and he cannot be bothered to think about injuries when he’s too busy with 50 other things on the constant. He needs to slow down. We get right back into “more prone to infections” again. Alas. Idiot.

They both have their fair share of mental health issues, though Tim’s tend to be more intense. Steph has her ways of managing her own mental state but Tim gets stuck often. He falls into some pretty deep depression spells, and his anxiety acts up fairly frequently. Steph has started teaching him how to meditate, but also has a list of distractions and special remedies that she can utilize if need be. Movies and tea are a good base line, though Tim’s mind gets very far away sometimes and it’s hard to pull him back out. Like he almost wants to wallow in his sadness. Often she just tries to ground him as best she can so he doesn’t get so lost that he can’t come back. Steph likes to make sure that he isn’t always using patrol as a crutch for when he’s feeling upset or tense. It’s hard to sway him away from more pain when he lets himself get so close to the edge. It breaks her heart, sometimes she feels helpless.

Steph has anxiety as well, and some psychosomatic tics from her past abuse. She needs a lot of reassurance and gentleness when her mind starts racing. She’s still prone to trust issues, even now when she’s surrounded herself with stable people. She’s been let down and she fears losing her steady ground sometimes. Tim, let’s face it, hasn’t been the most reliable in the past, but I firmly believe that with some growing up he’d step up to the plate and try to be a solid home base for her to the best of his abilities. He’s not going anywhere anytime soon. He’s very good at being gentle. That’s canon as fuck. I will die on the hill that Tim is as delicate with Steph as one would be with a priceless porcelain heirloom. Fight me, the boy would never intentionally try to physically or mentally hurt her. He tries so hard to reassure her but I thinks he feels a little helpless sometimes too. Some of her trust issues are his fault, and he can’t just snap his fingers and reverse his mistakes. He tries his best, but there will always be scars.

All in all, I think they’re both very tender and caring with one another. They’re both beyond broken sometimes, and they are a mess and a half. But they know each other, they know each others pain and sadness and I think once they got back together they’d settle very easily into a care routine. Both of them are carrying the weight of countless consequences and mistakes and hardship on their shoulders. Pain is just a side affect that comes with carrying so much baggage, but it’s a little easier to manage when they have each other for support. I do think some of it would get easier over time, and my wish for them is that they can move somewhere just outside the city, maybe by a lake. Far enough away that things are quiet, but not so far that they would completely leave the hero gig behind. I agree with the consensus that neither of them could fully quit. Tim would just sink into the background, but Steph would be out there in the field for many years. Justas long as they have somewhere safe and comfortable to return to, I think they’ll both be just fine. Plus smooches are the best fallback medicine for all ailments and we all know that they never run out of those. 😘💋

THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK! More than half of this was not anything to do with chronic injuries but fuck it. We’ve tapped into the hurt/comfort section of my brain and there is a lot of material there to work with. Idk when you sent this in but I hope it wasn’t too long ago. I hope this answered more questions than you ever intended to ask. 💜❤

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