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shrikeyryn · 2 years

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hurt [matt murdock x reader]

Summary: When you get into a little scuffle with a particularly bad criminal, you find yourself stumbling into the arms of a fellow crime-fighter, one you don't particularly get along with.

Warnings: uhm blood?? needles, non-graphic description of flesh wounds, matt murdock. almost death y know you almost die but. its okay. i have never researched anything related to medical anything before so. suck it ig. this is unedited!!

a/n: im sure someone else has done this but hhhh im unoriginal okay

The rain drenched your jacket, and under the neon light, you could see thin streams of red rainwater rolling off your hood. You held it in your left hand, your right one too preoccupied with trying to put pressure on the stab wound in your side.

The apartment you were marching towards was just on the corner, as your own apartment was too far away. The taste of copper sat heavily on your tongue, and you angrily wiped at your mouth, scrubbing your lips clean. It hurt; the slight swelling on your bottom lip hadn't gone down.

When you stumbled up to the Devil's door, you wasted no time slamming your fist harshly against it. He had probably heard you coming without the harsh knock.

Sinking to your knees, you pressed your back against the wall as you faintly heard the rushed scuffle of bare feet on the other side of the door. It swung open, and Matt Murdock tilted his head down, eyes darting around unseeingly as he uttered your name. He cursed when he smelt the blood.

"Hey," you rasped weakly.

He swiftly scooped you up into his arms, pressing you firmly to his chest.

"At least take me to dinner first..." you muttered, gaze drifting around to take in his living arrangement.

"Shut up," he snapped before softening his tone. "Don't speak, okay?"

He carried you easily to his bathroom, where he set you down on the floor. You hoped it was at least semi-clean. You weren't fond of infections. As you peeled your bloodied shirt off and discarded it, you slumped against the wall, taking shallow breaths. Matt knew exactly where his medical supplies was. It made you wonder how often he did this.

"Hey, hey. Eyes open, sweetheart," he said, gripping your chin. "I can't see you, but you can see me. What do I look like?"

"Dark hair... sharp jaw... you kind of have a billboard forehead," you said, arms falling limply to your sides as he cleaned your wound with a cool cloth. The corner of his lip twitched upward.

"That's good, keep going, sweetheart."

He was prepping a needle now. You desperately wanted to scoot away, but he sensed your tensing muscles and cupped the side of your face. "This is going to hurt, alright? Have you ever done this before?"

Your head felt like it was filled with cotton as you answered. "Once. I was a kid."

When he actually started stitching the wound, you nearly punched him straight in his godly face. "Fuck me, dude," you hissed. Matt hummed. It was like you were actually punched in the face, the pain sobering you up quicker than a bucket of ice water ever could.

"What's your favorite color?" he asked.

"W-What? You're asking this now?" you said, through gritted teeth. You answered him anyway.

"Good, good."

He began asking you questions about yourself, like your favorite place to eat, your favorite food, if you had a pet. You answered through hisses of pain. It seemed like hours before he put the needle down and snipped the thread.

He wiped away the remaining grime from your abdomen, fingers brushing your stomach every so often. You shuddered.

"Can you stand?" he asked softly, resting his hand on the side of your head.

"Dude, I just got stitched up from a stab wound. Take a guess." You glared at him, regardless of him not being able to see it.

"Okay, calm down, sweetheart." He hooked one arm under your legs and the other was holding you firmly against his chest. The slight jostle of him walking with you in his arms make you wince, but soon enough, you were laid neatly on Matt's couch, with him crouching down beside the piece of furniture. He brushed his fingers along your cheek.

"Now," he said. Barely contained rage seeped from his words. "Who did this?"

His hands had been slightly shaking when he stitched you up. The furrow of his brows--you thought it had been annoyance.

It had been rage. Rage he put a lid on for you.

You gripped his hand before it could drift away from your face. "No one important," you slurred. "I put him on his ass, anyway."

Matt sat down on the edge of the couch, and you curled up around him, snatching his body heat.

"I'll stay with you tonight, but tomorrow, I'll have someone to hunt down."

You drifted off with a smile. Maybe you could get along with the Devil after all.

#matt murdock #matthew murdock #daredevil #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #SORRY THIS IS RUSHED

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madcatdaderpydrawer-blog · 2 years

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I’m bored and procrasinating so have some Sun and Moon incorrect quotes, curtesy the automatic generator XD

Sun: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives Moon: I wake up at 4:30 AM Sun: Sun: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

(The idea of Moon being an early bird cracks me up for some reason)

Sun: I prevented a murder today. Moon: Really? How’d you do that? Sun: self control.

(Dealing with Karens probably, the poor lad)

Sun: It’s dark in here Moon: Don’t worry dude I got this Moon: *Stomps their feet* Moon: *Skechers light up*

(Always the helpful lad)

Sun: Violence isn't the answer. Moon: You’re right. Sun: *sighs in relief* Moon: Violence is the question. Sun: What? Moon, bolting away: And the answer is yes. Sun, running after them: NO-

(Okay this is just canon.)

Sun: Am I going too far? Moon: No, no, no. You went too far about seven hours ago. Now you're going to prison.

(What the fuck did Sun do)

Sun: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine! Moon: How can you still say that? Sun: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

(The pros of optimism :D)

Sun: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor. Moon: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

(Of course this is something Moon would say)

Sun: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds. Moon: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!? Sun: No! Four to five seconds! Moon: Too late!!!

(Always imagined it the other way around, buuut this is funny too)

Sun: Are you an ‘arr’ pirate, or a ‘yo ho ho’ pirate? Moon: I’m a ‘I’m not paying $600 for photoshop’ pirate.

(He has to get those disney movies from somewhere, and he sure as shit isn’t buying them)

Sun: Someone will die. Moon: Of fun!

(Role reversal au essentially)

Sun: I made tea. Moon: I don’t want tea. Sun: I did not make tea for you. This is my tea. Moon: Then why are you telling me? Sun: It is a conversation starter. Moon: That’s a lousy conversation starter. Sun: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.

(Sun drinking tea cracks me up fehbeufe)

Sun: So what do you do? Moon: I work in genetic research, and I'm currently trying to eliminate all Cancers. Sun: Wow, impressive. Moon: Then I'll move on to Leos.

(This feels weirdly accurate to the weird way Sun communicates with Infected Moon)

Sun: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Moon's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get them out...

(trauma :D)

Sun: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl. Moon: Okay. Sun: And make out during the scary parts. Moon: Th- Moon: The scary parts. Moon: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

(Again don’t ship it but this cracks me up and feels really accurate)

Sun: A theif. Moon: Thief? Sun: Theif. Moon: I before E, except after C. Sun: Thceif. Sun: No.

(He’s working on it.)

Sun: Stop buying plastic skeletons for Halloween! It's terrible for the environment! Moon: Yeah! Locally sourced, all natural skeletons are much more environmentally friendly!

(Kinda reminds me of the crazy duo ngl)

Sun: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I’M SORRY] Moon: What's that? Sun: Remorse code. Moon: I'm even angrier now.

(brotherly bullshittery)

Sun: *Gets down on one knee* Moon: Oh my god, it’s finally happening. Sun: *Falls over* Moon: The poison is kicking in.

(I swear Moon is such a gremlin--)

Sun: Moon... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Moon: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Sun: Sun: I wrote sanitize, Moon.

(OKAY.. that is absolutely infected Moon.)

I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do lmao

#fnaf security breach au #crazy twins au #role reversal au #redemption au #daycare attendant #fnaf sun #sunrise #sundrop #fnaf moon #moondrop

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ocean-blue-whump · 2 years

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Not So Proud

For @febuwhump Day 25: Muffled Screams.

Sunny + Star Masterlist

Sunny and Star Crew: @ashintheairlikesnow @whumpinggrounds @whumptakesthecake @justplainwhump @whumpfessional @winedark-whump @painful-pooch - let me know if you want to be added/removed!

CW: lady whump, mild gore, infected wound, self caretaking, very brief self hatred, Marlow Lancaster is a fucking mess

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Marlow stumbles into the bathroom, her shirt stuck to her skin with blood. She slumps down on the floor, her fingers fumbling to pull the hem of her shirt off.

The smell of infection immediately fills the room.

Her stitches had broken in the middle of the night, jagged stitches that she did herself with a sewing needle and thread pulled from an old sock. Marlow pulls her pocket knife out, using it to cut away the remainder of the stitches, the few that, by some miracle, remained unbroken.

“Fuck,” she mutters, looking down at the wound. She doesn’t know how she’s going to fix this one, how she’ll get this closed and stop the infection. If she goes into septic shock..

Marlow remembers exactly how she got this. How she was walking back to the locker room after her fight when a man bumped into her. She didn’t see the knife until it was pushed into her and pulled away, and then she was left to deal with the blood. She had won that night, a wild upset that cost a lot of people a lot of money. The man who stabbed her was probably expecting her to back away, to stay out of fights for a few nights.

He severely underestimated her.

But maybe she should have given herself a break to heal.

The smell alone is making her sick. She’s not afforded with the luxury of being squeamish. Marlow pokes the center of the wound and hisses from the sharp throb of pain, knowing that the minute she starts cleaning the wound out, she’ll be screaming.

She really, really should have let this heal properly.

She pulls a face cloth from her bag, balls it up, and shoves it in her mouth. That should muffle her screams enough. She’s already woozy, pulling out a bottle of rubbing alcohol. Even the smell of that isn’t enough to cut through the stench of infection. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but she knows there’s no amount of preparation she can do for this.

If she keeps waiting, she’ll rethink this, and she’ll die.

Marlow tips the container and pours the alcohol over the wound.

The burning, throbbing pain overtakes her immediately, and Marlow bites down on the face cloth, a scream tearing free from her throat as the rubbing alcohol scorches its way across her wound. She tips her head back, squeezing her eyes shut.

It hurts. But she deserves it.

She shouldn’t have let it get this bad. She shouldn’t have let herself get stabbed. She shouldn’t have let herself walk around with a smirk on her face, thinking she was so high and mighty for winning that fight. But there’s a whole list of shouldn’t have’s in Marlow Lancaster’s life and none of them will stop this infection from killing her.

Not so proud now, Marlow?

Not so proud that you’ve destroyed yourself?

She can hear Bea’s voice in her head as she caps the bottle, the wound still burning.

With shaking hands, Marlow pulls a pair of scissors out of her bag. She has to remove the dead tissue and seal the wound. Her life is on the line here, the life that she fought so fucking hard for. She wasn’t always Marlow Lancaster, the brave and powerful. But she is now, and she’s not ready to let that go.

She breathes quickly, trying to increase her heart rate so she won’t have to be so focused on the pain as she brings the scissors to the wound and starts removing the infected skin.

It’s so painful that her hand stops moving on its own, her brain unwilling to let her go through any more of…that. She grits her teeth and forces herself to keep going. She has to keep herself alive, even if it hurts. Marlow can’t bring herself to look at the dead skin, to look at what she’s doing until she can finally set the scissors aside and pick up her needle and thread. She had Bea steal her some from the nursing program, this way the wound will stay closed this time.

Marlow takes another series of deep breaths and pushes the needle into her skin. She screams again, the sound barely muffled by the cloth shoved in her mouth.

She has to keep going.

The bathroom door swings open, and Bea steps in.

Marlow stares up at her, tears in her eyes, and keeps threading the needle through her skin.

Bea sighs. “Mar…”

Marlow shakes her head, too afraid that if she opens her mouth, she’ll break down.

“Would you let me help you?”

Marlow’s eyes hold the answer. Just go. She doesn’t want to be seen like this.

“You need to stop. This…this is terrifying. Marlow, if you can’t get your shit together, you’re moving out. Find a new roommate who doesn’t mind you having a near death experience once a week.”

Marlow just stares at her, paralysed with fear. She doesn’t want to be alone.

Bea rolls her eyes. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

She leaves, slamming the door, and Marlow is left alone to hide her broken screams.

#febuwhump #febuwhump2022 #febuwhumpday25 #mild gore #marlow lancaster #bea fitzgerald #blue's words

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statticscribbles · 3 years

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Summary: Archie/Sweet Pea Request: Sweet Pea stays at the Andrew’s house waking up feeling sick so Archie takes care of him along with Fred, who notices it seems to be his appendix, cue them rushing to the hospital; and cute boyfriend fluff please.

Archie’s not a light sleeper so when he can hear Sweet Pea vomiting he knows something is wrong. Still he doesn’t wake his dad, just hovering behind Sweet Pea till he finishes puking. “What’s wrong?” “Hurts.” He hisses through grit teeth. “Where?” “Side stomach. It’s fine probably-“ Sweet Pea doesn’t finish stumbling and crashing into the wall as Archie helps him back to bed. They can hear Fred moving around and it’s not long before he appears in the doorway. “You two decent.” “Yeah, Sweet Pea puked and-“ They both cringe when the light flicks on however Archie gapes at Sweet Pea. “Christ you look gray, you sure it’s not food poisoning?” “Unless I got the only undercooked slices of pizza.” He shrugs a little and Fred watches him. “We should get you down stairs.”

“Why?” Sweet Pea questions and Fred crouches down, nudging his side, Sweet Pea hisses in pain. “Did it hurt more when I pressed or when I let go?” “Let go.” “Downstairs is a good idea.” “Why?” “Good news it’s not food poisoning; bad news, it seems like it’s your appendix.” “You know all that cause you jabbed my side?” Sweet Pea leans half over the stair railing as Archie walks down with him. “That and the fact you’re going from gray tinted to green to white with every movement.” “It’s fine, just probably-“ Sweet Pea bite on his hand when Fred once again jabs his side. “Appendix, we should go to the ER.” “No I can-“ “You can die is what you can do if it’s not fixed. Right dad?” Archie looks worriedly and Fred nods.

“It wouldn’t be- Archie! Put Sweet Pea down!” Fred follows him out to the truck where Archie’s awkwardly trying to climb into the cab while still holding Sweet Pea. “Archie, calm down. We’re about a ten minute drive.” “I know.” Fred sighs at the tremor in Archie’s voice. “Arch; hey he’s gonna be fine, the worst he’s gonna have is a scar and two weeks worth of you doing everything for him; which he already has to put up with; look he’s asleep; it’s fine.” ‘What if he passed out! Dad what if-“ “You worrying isn’t going to help him.” “But-“ ‘the longer you talk the longer he waits.” Archie quiets immediately and the ride to the hospital is silent aside from Sweet Pea trying to convince Fred to take him back home. “I can just walk back from the hospital.” “You can barely walk without me holding onto you.”

“Maybe I just want you to think that.” Sweet Pea winks before stumbling as Archie catches him and pulls him back up. “I might’ve lied just now.” “You think?” Archie glares as Fred checks him in and then the nurses coral Sweet Pea onto a stretcher. “Any Allergies? Dietary restrictions?” “Penicillin and none.” “Alright, we’re going to do an ultrasound just to check if we can see anything, sometimes it’s not your appendix but an ulcer that flared up. But we’ll take you back now.” “So I’m gonna die right?”

“What?” Archie jerks from the seat he’d taken. Fred glares at Sweet Pea who nods. “Anytime you go straight back in the ER its cause you’re gonna die.” “Don’t say that.” Fred glares as Archie looks more distressed. “Sorry, I’m gonna be fine Arch; I bet I’ll be back in five minutes.” -Archie lasts twenty minutes after that before he starts pacing and Fred sends him down to the canteen to get them both coffee. Archie doesn’t drink his and Fred pries the cup from his shaking hands. “It’ll be fine, just rest, it won’t help him if you’re exhausted.” Archie shrugs but nods leaning against his dads shoulder. “Thank you.” “For what?” “Being here.” “Well I’m not leaving my son or his boyfriend alone to deal with this, god knows you don’t even know how to wrap your own hands for boxing half the time.” “I’m not ambidextrous, I can’t get them even.” Fred nods smirking. “Of course, nothing to do with Sweet Pea kissing you when he does it for you.” Archie scoffs turning his face away. “No that’s ridiculous.” Fred shakes his head sighing as he closes his eyes to rest.

“Dad, dad!” He cracks one eye open to see Archie peering at him. “What’s happened?” “Nothing it’s just been a full hour and no one’s said anything.” “You can go ask you know.” Archie nods and Fred sighs, pulling Archie back to sit down when he notices how shaky he is. It’s three more hours before anyone moves towards them and Fred keeps his hand on Archie’s shoulder to prevent him from body slamming the doctor out of the way.

Sweet Pea looks surprisingly small and washed out on the hospital bed, he’s half awake; trying to focus on the shapes. “I got stabbed. So many times.” He half mumbles and Archie, who Fred didn’t even see move is sitting next to him. “No you just got your appendix out.” “Surgery is stabbing just legal.” He nods seriously and Archie turns away to laugh. “So he should be good to go once he wakes up more you can sign his discharge papers and-“ “THEY SHAVED ME.” Sweet Pea looks up distressed to the nurses and the Andrews who seem shocked at his shouting; in reality they’re trying not to laugh once more. “I mean they did have to do surgery; it was probably cleaner overall.” Fred offers and Sweet Pea nods yawning.

“Alright I finished signing everything and called FP to let him know so he’s going to come settle up.” “Settle up?” “The Serpent’s have a medical fund; it’s normally not needed since they don’t get into many serious fights, but they all usually try to donate a bit in case.” Archie nods about to pick Sweet Pea up but the nurse pulls him back. “Hospital policy, wheelchair until he gets into the car or off the property.” “Oh sorry.” “It’s no problem.” She smiles offering the handles to Archie. “Back home then?” He questions and Fred nods. “I’ll have to pick up his prescription in a few hours; so you’ll be on nurse duty.” He nods sternly in response watching Sweet Pea lean into him. “I’ll be gone maybe an hour depending on wait times he should just sleep.” Fred leaves once he helps Archie move Sweet Pea onto the couch. “Is he gone?” Archie turns and Sweet Pea smirks.

“Were you awake the entire time.” “Sorta, lotsa drugs, lots of ‘em.” “Are you hungry at all?” Sweet Pea blinks nodding slowly. “What’s wrong.” “Food sounds good but also thirsty.” “You know you can have water and food right? It’s not one or the other.” Archie laughs pushing a glass of water towards him while he moves to the kitchen. “What do you want to eat, I don’t know if you’re allowed to eat everything you normally do. I think you can?” “Food.” “Wow so helpful.” Archie snorts.

“I love youuuuu.” “I know Sweets.” “No you don’t understand!!!” Archie peers in from the kitchen watching Sweet Pea trying to sit up. “Do you need help?” “No! You don’t love me!” “When did I say that?” Archie watches as Sweet Pea sighs managing to sit up slightly. He hisses and Archie appears next to him. “I’m fine christ.” “You just had major surgery!!” “It was my appendix.”

“Exactly!! It’s major surgery, if you don’t get it removed you can die!!!” “From infection, not the actual-“ “Harry Houdini” “Infection!!! Not cause of the appendix so-“

“Eat.” Archie glares in place of arguing and Sweet Pea beams. “Thank you babe.” “You’re welcome, love.” Archie watches as Sweet Pea gasps at him trying to lurch forward but cringing and laying back on the couch. “Come herreeeee I wanna hug you! And cuddle! I’m dying so you have to do what I say.”

“First off, no I’ll be laying on your stitches; and second you’re not dying you’re like four hours too late to milk that.” Sweet Pea huffs crossing his arms. “What’s wrong, are you really that upset?” “Yes.” Sweet Pea glares at him and Archie sighs. “Okay what can I do to make it up to you then?”

“Cuddle me!” He nods narrowing his eyes and Archie nudges him. “There, here we can cuddle this way, I just don’t want to bump your stitches.” Sweet Pea nods, and Archie can tell he’s relaxed, half asleep. “Nurse Archie;” Sweet Pea pauses to laugh for a moment and Archie nods waiting for him to continue. “Will I ever walk again.” He mocks in a southern accent. “You had your appendix out, nothing to do with your legs. Why?” “I have to piss.” He half sits up and Archie move to help him stand. “I’m just walking you to the bathroom okay.” “Nothing you haven’t seen before.” He wink and Archie pinks slightly. Archie’s hovering by the door when he can hear Sweet pea stumbling and hitting what he hopes is the wall.

“Sweets?” The door swings open Sweet Pea half holding his pants and boxers up. “Look at this shit! They shaved me!!! What the fuck!!!” “Glad to see the pain meds wore off then.” Sweet Pea back up slightly into the bathroom closing the door and letting his head thump against the door. Fred waves the bag and they can hear pills rattling. “I have more pain meds if you want.” “It wasn’t what you think I swear-“ Archie starts and Fred laughs.

“He’s very bothered by being shaved.” “They did it while I was asleep!! There’s no telling what else they did!” He shouts through the bathroom door. “So he doesn’t know about the tattoo then?” Fred jokes and Sweet Pea stumbles out of the door. “The what? Oh; you were joking.” He sighs in relief and Fred nods.

“Back to the couch, you can’t be up so much after having just spent hours lying down.” Sweet Pea nods grumbling under his breathe as he settles back into the couch. “Archieeeee” he whines and Fred nods to him. “Go on; I’m not going to listen to your boyfriend whining all day for you to cuddle him.”

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jimlingss · 4 years

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The Colour of Our Voices [8]

Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 8.5 OR Chapter 9

➜ Words: 2.5k

➜ Genres: 98% Fluff, 2% Angst, Slice of Life, Broadway!AU

➜ Summary: He wasn’t supposed to hear. He wasn't supposed to know. But the instant Jimin came into your life and pulled the curtains back, you couldn't hide backstage anymore. You were no longer merely a phantom of the opera.

cr.

You don’t speak to Jimin anymore. Ever since the meltdown, seldom do you see him despite being neighbors. He’s probably made an effort to avoid making you uncomfortable. Sometimes you do see him, times when you’re throwing the garbage or coming home from work. And when you do, he always looks tired. Dark circles lined beneath his eyes, lips lopsided in exhaustion. It’s expected considering the show was coming up. Jimin has to be working hard. But you still can’t help wondering what he’s actually doing, if he’s sleeping at all, if he’s eating well. Maybe it’s the guilt speaking inside the recesses of your mind. The remorse has been eating at you alive after all. It was a one-sided rivalry. One-sided resentment. He didn’t know. Jimin really had no idea what he was doing to you. You want to apologize for how the way things ended between you two — but you don’t know if you want to make amends. You don’t know if you can. If you deserve it after what you’ve said to him. The both of you have truly become strangers. It’s like how it always should’ve been. But the ticket he had given you weeks ago still sits on your kitchen counter, abandoned. It haunts you, and reminds you of the past — the many nights shared with Jimin, his sweet words and compassionate personality that never failed to cheer you on. How blameless he really is in all of this. How you’ve single-handedly turned him into a monster inside your head. You can’t eat — your appetite left long ago with your conscience. // You wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. It’s not from a nightmare, the one you usually have where you’re on stage and everyone’s staring while you’re unable to sing. The nightmare of your lips parting but no notes are able to stream out. Rather, it’s a dull pain in your upper abdomen that has shaken you from deep slumber. In the midst of your drowsiness, you peel off your covers from your hot body and barely reach over to flicker on the lamp on your bedside table. You roll out and stumble across the floorboards to your bathroom. You grip the door frame and move to sit on the toilet. After ten minutes, you nearly fall asleep again, but nothing releases from your bowels. You flush, get up, and move to the cabinet. The fever medication is taken with a glass of water and you go back to bed. // “You’re late,” someone from the female ensemble says, not with malice for once. Her voice is ridden with slight concern. You wonder if your exterior is that bad to warrant sympathy from the people who couldn’t care less about you. “You’re already on thin ice with the director.” True to her word, Director Kang is looking at you from the corner of his eye. You nod, breathing out of your mouth. You were late because it took you some time to go up and down the stairs at the subway station. The dull pain hasn’t gone away. “Try not to be late tomorrow. It might be the only excuse he needs to fire you.” “Okay. Thanks.” The coffee run takes you an hour long. You have to go up and down the stairs, balance all the cups of coffee while the world around you is spinning at a different axis. The pain of your stomach becomes increasingly sharper as time goes by as well. And you’re forced to stop a few times, unable to keep walking. Everyone’s disgruntled when they receive their cold drinks, mumbling under their breaths, but you try your best regardless. You have to stop when you’re sweeping too, gripping your waist when the pain shoots through your body. You push through in spite of how much it hurts, of how you’re feeling like you’re being stabbed. When lunchtime rolls around, you can’t take a bite of your sandwich. Even the fresh deli meat can’t compel you to take a single bite. It’s excruciating, and you abandon the food to bumble towards the washroom with hopes of relinquishing the ache. But instead, you feel something stir in the pit of your stomach. You end up running to the nearest stall, vomiting into the toilet bowl. Bile comes up your esophagus, burning, and once your body has calmed down, you flush the toilet. You come out to rinse your mouth, not realizing that Taeyeon was there the entire time. She’s touching up her makeup in the mirror, but spares you a quick glance. “Are you...alright?” “Y-Yeah, I’m fine.” You dab at your forehead with damp paper towels, wiping away your sweat. You’re shivering, suddenly cold, so you hastily run your hands over hot water. “Is it bad period cramps?” Taeyeon asks. “I’m not on my period.” “You’re not pregnant, are you?” She laughs but when you don’t answer, she immediately goes stiff. The pretty girl gasps in horror. “Oh my god. You aren’t, are you?” “That’s not possible,” you tell her with a sigh. The rest of the work day goes over painfully. Literally painfully. You don’t know what it is. The ointment brought from home doesn’t work well. The fever medication doesn’t seem to be working either. It’s not food poisoning, you can’t do anything on the toilet and vomiting has no effect. Yet when you push on your stomach, the pain worsens. It’s a miracle when you manage to drag yourself home, wobbling up the stairs while hanging onto the railing and the other hand bracing yourself against the wall. You use anything possible in your vicinity to steady yourself, but you give up halfway. You are physically unable to continue. It hurts, the pain dizzying. Suddenly, someone’s shaking you. “Y/N?” You look up past your foggy vision, discovering a cute brunette with brown irises rounded like a puppy’s. The boy is gazing at you and tears gather at your lashes, stinging with an emotion of yearning overwhelming you. “Jimin?” “Are you okay?! You fainted!” The back of his hand presses against your forehead and then he withdraws. “You have a fever.” “I...I’m fine.” You get up, but you stumble into him. Jimin catches you against his body. “It’ll pass, I can’t miss work.” “Who cares about work?” he says almost angrily. You can’t argue with him — you’re too exhausted, the pain of your stomach excruciating. You hear your name being called several times, but you grip onto your stomach, unable to respond. And that’s when you feel yourself being lifted up. Onto Jimin’s back. He’s piggybacking you, and in your dazed state, you realize he smells of shampoo and soap scented of fresh oranges. He’s also warm, body radiating heat, his backside firm. You didn’t know his shoulders were broader than they looked. “Jimin…” you murmur his name. “Excuse me!” Once outside, he calls out to a nearby woman in desperation, shouting at the top of his lungs. You can hear the way his voice warbles. “Can you please call a cab for us? She needs to go to the hospital!” The taxi comes within three minutes and he thanks the woman who wishes you both luck. You feel Jimin put you in the backseat, holding onto you tightly. You pull him closer, cold. The sheer agony concentrates on one side of your abdomen and it never stops. “J-Jimin…” If this is how you die — it’ll be so pathetic. More pathetic than how the rest of your life has been. Your parents would be crying tears of disappointment, not sorrow. But he disrupts your thoughts, arms wrapping around your shoulders. “I’m here. It’s going to be okay…” When the pair of you have arrived at the hospital, Jimin coaxes you to hold onto him again and he hoists you onto his back with the help of the female taxi driver. “Can someone help us, please?!” Jimin’s voice sounds far away, but it’s desperate. You don’t know why he’s trying so hard for someone like you — someone who’s said such hurtful things to him. Soon, you’re wheeled away, and when you peel back your eyes, the fluorescent lights passing by blind your eyes. You feel your body being rocked from the force of the stretcher being pushed, disoriented with the strangers surrounding you — but then you hear your name being called again by someone familiar. By someone with a smooth timbre, one that you’ve heard sing many times over. You find Jimin’s eyes and that frown again, the one that messes up his cute features, that makes the knot between his brows. You wish you could press your finger against the wrinkle and banish it away forever. Your hand is squeezed. “I’m here.” You nod, nerves calming, and no sooner are you brought in for an abdominal ultrasound, blood taken, urine tested. They give you painkillers that temporarily take the sharp pain away and you’re able to breathe again. Through it all, Jimin sticks by your side, holding his coat and your own, standing back to listen to every word the doctor has to say. “When did it start to hurt?” “L-Last night.” The doctor hums. “When was the last time you ate?” “I...don’t remember.” You couldn’t eat lunch — you skipped breakfast. Now that you think about it, your throat was parched too. You couldn’t drink water either. “Can you show me where it hurts?” “Here.” Your fingers press against the swollen area. The doctor notes, making some last notes before he puts down his clipboard. “Well, Ms. Y/N. Taking a look at your tests and the ultrasound, I think it’s safe to assume you have appendicitis.” What. “Your appendix ruptured. We’re going to have surgery as soon as possible to get it removed.” You nearly sit all the way up, forgetting about your condition. “R-Right now?” “In five minutes.” The doctor smiles in an attempt to put you at ease. “Don’t worry. It’s a really simple surgery and the success rate is really high. We’re just going to make a small incision about four inches here and we’ll get that sucker out of you. There’s a chance of infection afterwards, but we’ll give you antibiotics and you should be fine. There’s no cause for concern really once we get it out of there.” He briefly goes over what the recovery will look like, how long it’ll take, how fast you’ll be out of here. But that doesn’t do much to lessen your anxiousness. “Thank you, doctor.” Jimin nods and the doctor leaves with the nurse, the latter who will come back soon to prep you for surgery. But you’re not ready. Far from it. “I-I can’t miss work, Jimin.” Your arm reaches out and he grabs your hand immediately, giving a firm squeeze. “He’s going to fire me.” “I’ll talk to the director.” His voice is stern, expression solemn. You’ve never seen Jimin like this before. “You can’t go into work like this.” You want to cry. It’s so sudden. One second you’re on your way home and the next you’re in a hospital, laying in a bed to be brought into the surgical room. “I’m already on thin ice with him.” “He’ll understand. Or I’ll make him,” Jimin whispers calmly, almost upset at how you’re still so worried about work in these last moments. “You can’t just get up and go to work, okay? You have to do this surgery.” “But...I can’t afford it.” “I’ll help you.” His hand gently squeezes yours once more, comforting you. “It’ll be alright.” “I’m scared,” you admit after a moment. “It’s okay.” Jimin leans in close, searching your expression. When your eyes lock with his, you nod. Somehow, you believe him. If he told you that the ocean was pink, you’d believe him. “You’ll be okay. Promise. I’ll be right here with you. You don’t have to worry.” No one is here but him. Out of everyone you know in your lifetime, only Jimin is present. And true to his word, he stays right by you, until the last moment where you’re brought into the surgical room. “Your boyfriend really cherishes you, huh?” the older nurse asks as she’s fiddling with your IV, sighing wistfully with a softened smile. “How long have you been together?” In a split-second, you decide to spare her from the awkwardness, not wanting to put her in an uncomfortable position and have to apologize. “Oh...um….three months?” Your voice is muffled behind the oxygen mask. The anesthesiologist smiles as well. “Young love is always sweet. Alright, Y/N, just breathe in deeply, okay?” You listen, inhaling deep breaths. Your lids become heavier and heavier as if you were drifting off to sleep. The last thing you think of is Jimin. How nice he smelled, how warm he felt, and the way he held your hand.

When you come to, it’s dark outside. You can barely remember anything. It was surreal as if you were still trapped in a dream-like state and now all the memories you have are mashed together. You vaguely recall being woken up by the anesthesiologist, how the doctor said something about antibiotics. But now after a long sleep, you feel more conscious. Your eyes flutter and your heart monitor beeps every time your heart pumps. The IV is still in your arm, but you feel something else on your other hand. The tips of your fingers presses against soft skin that isn’t your own. You loll your head over to look. It’s Jimin. He’s in the same clothes as he was hours ago and he’s fallen asleep in his chair. His head is dipped down, neck nearly snapping and will probably ache when he wakes up. Though for now, he’s in a deep slumber, chest rising and falling at a constant rhythm. His hair shags down his forehead, eyes shut tight. His lips are plump and pouted, cheeks rounded. And his hand is limp in yours, having held it as he drifted off. You wonder if he’s trying to pay back the favour. Maybe he’s trying to make it up to you. You did teach him after all, helped him get into Broadway even when it was against your will. Maybe this to make you both even. Or perhaps he simply felt obligated to help you….it’s not like you can ignore a person who’s fainted in a stairwell…. But you don’t understand why he’s still here. Why he’s stayed by you even when you’re okay now, at this time of night, and when the surgery is over. He has gone beyond the duty of a neighbour, beyond paying back debt. Jimin’s still beside you after all these hours, holding your hand. Even after all the mean things that you’ve said to him. After you told him you hated him. How does he not hate you? “I’m sorry.” A tear escaped down the side of your face, dripping onto the pillow.

#bts fanfic #bts scenario #jimin fanfic #jimin scenario #jimin fluff #OOOOOOOH

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azure-firecracker · 4 years

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What would Kate and Eva do if they were the only ones who got trapped in the basement with Riley?

OOH I LOVE THIS ONE AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TW: Blood, pain, graphic descriptions of stabbing, knives, mentions of murder.

@thatboleyngirlreads this wasn’t written for you specifically, but I thought you might enjoy this one.

Kate sighed as she plopped back down on the sofa next to Eva. Annleigh and Reeses were still upstairs getting ice with Riley and Cairo, which made for a very awkward dynamic between the two.

Kate glanced over at their new flyer. She was pretty, Kate could admit that. Maybe even beautiful. No, definitely beautiful.

Wait, was she blushing?

“I like your pin.” As she said this, Kate felt her face growing hotter and hotter. “Oh crap. I literally already said that, I...”

Eva laughed. Of course she had a pretty laugh, too. “Hey, it’s all good. It’s been a crazy night.”

Kate grinned, rolling her eyes. “Now that’s an understatement.”

A noise at the top of the steps pulled both their attention away from one another. Riley had just come back into the room, wearing her usual enormous smile and closing the door behind her as she entered.

“Thank you so much for coming back here! I know it’ll be a bit hard, but...”

“I...just came to get my things.”

Riley’s face fell. “Oh.”

“Where are Cairo and Reeses and Annleigh?”

RIley’s perky smile came right back, but it almost looked forced. Kate couldn’t blame her. It had been a long night. “Oh, they’re still getting ice. They’ll be right down.”

Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something felt wrong. “Well, we can’t practice without them.”

“Right! Good point!” She turned to the door, ponytail bouncing. She turned the knob, but instead of opening the door, she kept jiggling it like she was in a bad comedy movie. She turned around, looking slightly scared. “All right, very funny. Who locked the door?”

“WHAT?!” The girls spoke at the same time. Kate felt fear filling up her body. This wasn’t good.

Eva leapt up from the couch. “Well, is there a key or something?”

Riley nodded, looking around frantically. “Yes! There is a key...somewhere...in this basement, and I will find it! In the meantime, you can try to...uh...text Cairo and Annleigh, and see if they can let us out!”

Snapping out of her haze, Kate whipped out her phone and began trying to access her messages. Her hands were shaking, but she felt Eva’s hand on her shoulder, which helped calm her down a little.

“Why is the WiFi not working?”

Eva turned to her, panic starting to really take over her face. “There’s no cell service?”

“Not in the basement!”

Kate sighed, slumping back against the sofa. “Well what the fuck are we supposed to do now?”

Eva clapped her hands together, clearly trying not to believe the worst. Not in a fake peppy sort of way like Riley, but in a trying to see some semblance of hope sort of way. “Well, I mean...they’ve got to notice we’re gone soon enough.”

“No they won’t.” The sound of Riley’s voice, darker than usual, from the other side of the room, startled Kate and nearly made her jump. “They got their stuff already. You two were so busy trying to stop them that you left your things down here. But they didn’t.” She looked up, and Kate was surprised to see tears in her eyes. “They’re not gonna stay. Why would they?” She sighed, glancing at a photo on the shelf behind her that could only be a young Cairo and Riley. “Cairo was right.”

Kate was in shocked. She’d never expected to see their own peppy captain looking so...broken.

In a flash, Riley’s broken expression was gone, replaced by her usual peppy smile. “You know what? Maybe this is a sign. Eva’s new to the team, and I was gonna ask Reeses to be your sort of guide, because she’s new too, but she knows the team so well, but Kate’s a Junior. It makes more sense if she does it. So how about I go see if my parents hid the key in this...bathroom, aand Kate, you can teach Eva some of our cheers! Good? Okay great!” And, ponytail swinging, she disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Kate turned to Eva awkwardly. “You...don’t have to learn the cheers. I mean, they’re pretty easy. Being the highest ranked flyer in the state and all, I’m sure you’ll pick them up, no problem.”

Eva cocked her head at her. “Was that supposed to be sarcastic?”

Kate felt her face growing hot again. “No. That’s just...how I sorta sound a lot. Sorry.”

Eva smiled. “No, I get it, actually.” She grinned. “It’s kind of cute.”

If Kate were the fainting type, she probably would have fainted then and there.

Instead, she leapt backwards on the couch. “Well...uh...we can learn the cheers, I guess. Only if you want to, though!”

Before Kate could find out if Eva did indeed want to learn the cheers, Riley came back out of the bathroom. When she caught sight of the two, she froze completely in her tracks. While her mouth kept on the same peppy smile, her eyes changed completely. In a split second, they seem to shatter, almost like glass, to reveal something dark and...terrifying, lurking underneath. Almost subconsciously, Kate felt herself backing away, and she saw Eva doing the same.

“Kate...I thought you were going to show Eva the new cheers.”

“We were just getting to that!” Kate sounded disingenuous, even to her own ears. She was just suddenly so nervous.

Riley sighed, leaning on the arm of the sofa. “You know, Kate, it’s really disappointing when members of this team let us down. We work hard, and some of us want to go to Regionals, and we want to be something more than...” she stared Kate right in the eye. Her blue eyes looked more and more broken with every word, the darkness coming closer and closer to the surface. The more she said, the faster she spoke, as though she could barely control what she was saying. “Than the worst team ever.”

Kate felt a nervous laugh escape our lips. “RIley...what are you talking about?”

Riley turned away so that Kate and Eva could now only see her back. “I was just so excited to be the captain. I thought I could turn this team around. But some things...some people, they’re just such big problems that they ruin this team for everyone else. There’s really nothing to be done.”

All of a sudden, Kate felt the pieces snap together in her head. Of course.

“It was you. You killed Chess and Farrah.”

RIley spun around, eyes wide and wild. “But Kate, I had to! Our team was infected! When you have a tumor, you don’t just...sit there, you cut it out, right?” She stared at them. “Right?!”

“Riley!” Kate stared their captain in her eyes. She’d known Riley was fragile, but not like this. Never this. “It’s all right. Eva and I are...here for you. Do you have the key?”

Riley nodded wordlessly.

“Alll....all right, then.” Kate glanced at Eva, who she noticed was subtly sliding her phone about of her pocket. So she needed a confession. “Why don’t you just...let us go? We promise we’ll come right back. Just...give us the key.”

Riley’s eyes filled with tears. “I...I can’t.”

Eva nodded, phone behind her back. “We know it’s hard. We understand, really. But we want to help you.”

Riley’s whole body shook. “No. No. No!” So quickly that Kate barely registered the motion, she pulled a knife from her jacket, pointing it at Kate and Eva, who both backed up instantly. As she did, Kate spotted the key sticking out of Riley’s coat pocket. If she could just get close enough...

“Look, RIley. We’ll do the cheer if you want. All you have to do is ask. You’re right. We’ve been pretty unhelpful. I think we owe it to you to...be better teammates, you know?” Just a little closer...

Riley’s eyes narrowed. Kate wanted to yell at herself for every moment she’d ever been snarky and sarcastic, because Riley was clearly not buying her nice girl act at all.

In a flash, Riley’s eyes moved over to Eva, landing on her phone. “Oh, I see, Eva. This is how it’s going to be.”

There was a blur of motion, and suddenly, Kate found herself in Riley’s grasp, with the captain’s left arm wrapped around her, pinning her arms to her sides, and her right hand pressing the knife against her leg.

The knife cut through the flesh of her right thigh, and all she could feel was pain. Her vision disappeared, replaced by flashes of black and white. She could feel her own blood soaking her leg. She couldn’t think, she couldn’t feel, she couldn’t...

The knife dug in deeper, and it all got a hundred times worse. She felt tears of pain and fear in her eyes. At long last, Riley pulled the knife out of her leg, leaving pooling blood behind. But in another flash, she was pressing the knife against Kate’s throat. Kate could feel her throat about to bleed.

God, was she really going to die like this? In pain, alone in a basement with a girl she’d known for one night and a murderous cheerleading captain? Was she really going to die after her best friend had been killed and she’d been left all alone?

Everyone she’d ever loved had left her behind. And now she was dying, and she’d never get the chance to see them again, and none of them would even remember her.

And then, very faintly, she heard a voice, through the haze of pain and fear.

“Riley, what are you doing?”

“You want that recording, Eva? Fine. But she dies.”

“You can’t do this!” Eva’s voice was growing more desperate by the second. Even in her haze, Kate could tell. “You need a team!”

“You really think I couldn’t replace every single one of them with another diversity scholarship in two seconds?”

Kate felt the floor creak beneath her feet. “Please, Riley. Just...give me the key. I won’t tell. I’ll erase the recording, I promise.” The genuine fear in the flyer’s voice was surprising. “But don’t kill her.”

Riley laughed. Kate felt her arm twitch, and she saw something shiny flying through the air. “You want the key? You can have the key. But if you leave this room, with or without erasing that recording, she doesn’t come with you.” The knife pressed closer into Kate’s neck, and Kate winced in pain. “You know, Kate, it’s been so hard keeping you on this team, cause you’re so good, but you’re so fucking annoying.”

Kate had to bite her tongue to keep herself from screaming.

“Why can’t I erase the recording and leave?”

“Because then you’d just tell everyone. And that would mess everything up, wouldn’t it? The case is closed. There’s no evidence, no fingerprints. I made sure of that!”

“Why would they believe me?”

“They wouldn’t. But they might believe her.”

Kate opened her eyes just in time to see the realization dawning on Eva’s face. “You were never going to let her out of here.”

“Oh, I was. I didn’t expect to tell you everything. I really am sorry about that.”

Eva was barely a foot away now. “Let her go.”

“Erase that recording.”

Eva sighed, glancing at the key and the phone in her hands. She held them out to Riley. “Fine. You win. You get both of these. You can even have me if you want. Just don’t hurt her.”

Riley laughed as she wrapped her right arm completely around Kate’s neck, leaving the girl temporarily unable to breathe, and used her left arm to reach for the phone.

In another flash, Eva dropped her phone on the ground, grabbing Riley’s left wrist. Riley’s right hand plunged the knife closer to Kate’s neck, but Eva’s hand was already there, grabbing her wrist. The two were suddenly locked in a battle of strength as Kate tried desperately to claw Riley’s arm away from her neck.

At last, with one final push, Riley went flying backwards, slamming into her own trophy case with a crash before laying still on the ground. Without Riley there to hold her up, Kate felt herself plummeting to the floor, but she felt arms wrap around her waist, supporting her and catching her before she could hit the cold, hard stone.

She opened her eyes, still gasping for air and crying from the pain. “I thought you were the flyer and I was the base.”

Eva laughed, relief filling her eyes. “I think we’re allowed to make exceptions to that rule.” Kate groaned as she tried to sit up, leaning on Eva’s shoulder. “Why didn’t you just take the key and leave? Why bother staying here with a murderer?” Eva’s eyes widened. “Because I wasn’t going to leave you alone here.”

“You just met me.”

“So what? You don’t leave people alone like that.”

“Yeah,” Kate muttered to herself, “but people have a knack for doing it to me.”

Eva didn’t appear to hear her, but she pulled her in even closer. Kate felt her face growing hot again. “Look, Kate. What just happened was crazy. But I like you. You seem like a really, really good person. And you’re definitely not someone I’d ever leave behind.”

“Even in a locked basement of death?

Eva laughed. “Especially in a locked basement of death.”

***

Eat your hearts out, Kateva stans!

This one was SO much fun! It’s definitely been my favorite mini fic I’ve written so far, though I’m not sure exactly how mini it was by the end.

Anyway, hope you all liked it as much as I liked writing it:)

#we are the tigers #watt #watt fanfic #we are the tigers fanfiction #kate dalton #eva sanchez #riley williams #ask the theater nerd #what would characters do #mini fics #watt spoilers #tw blood #tw pain #tw stabbing #tw graphic violence #tw knives #tw mentions of rape

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eternal-love-song · 4 years

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Nowhere To Go

Toga gets hurts. She goes to the only place she thinks she might be safe.

Izuku/Toga/Ochako

[Aged Up Characters, Established Izuku/Ochako, Hurt/comfort, Injury]

There was a frantic knock on the door. It was a late but the noise was enough to startle him awake. Ochako nuzzled into him further, wrapping her arm around his waist. She made a sleepy sound, but he could tell that she was already falling back asleep. Ochako could be a deep sleeper sometimes. He slipped himself out of bed, moved from under her carefully, before rushing to the door.

He paused when he opened it, not expecting the pained yellow eyes staring back at him. Her hair was down. In all the times, all the battles, all the unexpected run ins that he'd had with her, he'd never seen Toga's hair hair. That was one of the first things that struck him, even though it really shouldn't have been. He stared at her, surprised at how pretty she was this way, before he noticed more important things. She was bloody, something that always set him on edge since it was hard to know whether the blood was hers or someone else's. Hard to know which option upset him more, as well. There was blood streaking down one half of her face and a growing stain in her side where she had her arm wrapped around herself.

"I didn't know where else to go," she told him. There was desperation in her voice, in her eyes, along with the bright longing he had tried to ignore for years. "Please, help me."

Izuku thought of himself as hero. He knew what others heroes would do, what he should do. He also knew that he wouldn't feel right turning away a person in need, even if that person was a villain. specially if that person was Toga. He opened the door wider and stepped aside. "Come in."

His mind was running a million miles a minute as he closed the door. What should he do? What was happening? What has she done? What had been done to her? Ochako was in the other room, should he wake her? Should her make sure that Toga doesn't know? Question after question spinning around his hair as he tried to keep outwardly calm.

"This way," he told her, leading her to the bathroom. First things first, he needed to treat and assess her wounds. While he was at it he would try to get whatever information he could out of her, and try not to get stabbed on the chance this was a trick. Or that it wasn't, honestly. He wasn't sure that Toga wouldn't try to stab him just because she was happy.

"In the tub," he told her. "I don't want blood getting everywhere."

He was expecting her to say something or giggle madly at the thought of blood. She did neither. She stepped carefully into the tub and lowered herself onto her knees before looking up at him and saying sincerely, "Thank you."

Izuku was feeling more off balance than he usually did when dealing with her, but he tried not to let that bother him. One thing at a time. He turned around to gather bandages and disinfectant, trying not to worry too much about having his back to her. "Um, I'll need to treat those injuries so..."

"You don't need to be so shy, Izu." That response was more like her. He felt his face heat up and prepared to stammer out a denial that anything inappropriate would happen, but then she added, "I trust you."

His words died in his throat. A villain probably shouldn't say that to a hero, right? He shouldn't fell... so comforted by that, right? He took a deep breath as he turned around, his breath catching in his throat when he saw her.

She was naked from the waist up, her torn top and bloodied bra set off to the side. She'd had the decency to cover her breast with one arms, an action that must had been for his benefit as he knew that Toga wouldn't know modesty if it stabbed her and stole her blood. She was also much more injured that he'd expected. There were too many cuts, too many bruises. She was caked with dried blood and dirt in some places and he prayed that nothing was infected.

He placed the gathered materials onto the floor before the tub, grabbed a cloth, and turned on the warm water. He wet the cloth thoroughly and held it out to her. "Um, can you..."

She removed her hand the wound on her side to take the cloth. In doing so, he could tell just how bad it was. It looked so raw, like someone had ripped off a chunk of her flesh and it was still bleeding. He found himself standing immediately. "D-don't go anywhere," he told her. "I'll be right back."

He rushed out of the bathroom and back into his bedroom. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down from the panic that he was feeling. He was never really sure where he stood with Toga. She proclaimed her love for him while trying to stab him, she fought against him one day and turned around to save him the next, she pretended to be strangers just for the chance to talk to him. It was, and had always been, complicated. But right now, he knew one thing, whatever had happened to Toga, he never wanted it to happen again.

He had been planning to let Ochako sleep, to keep her far away from Toga and in that way keep her safe. That plan was flying out the window now. He needed help and there was no one he would ask before asking her. Ochako had her own complicated relationship with Toga, he knew, so he wasn't sure what her reaction to this would be.

Izuku shook her until she began to stir. "Ochako. Ochako, please wake up. This is important."

"Hmmm... what is it?" she mumbled sleepily.

He wanted to wake her up gently and ease her into the situation, but he didn't really have time for that. He didn't want to have Toga out of her sight for too long. "Toga is in our bathroom."

Her eyes opened instantly and she sat up in a panic, almost falling out of bed. "What?"

Izuku caught her with one hand. "She showed up a few minutes ago and she's really hurt and I left her in the bathroom," he explained in a rush.

She looked at him with wide eyes, trying to tell if he was joking or not and quickly deciding that he wasn't. "Okay," she said more calmly than he expected. "I'll call Aizawa or Hagakure, they can get the jump on--"

"No!"

"No?" she repeated, looking at him as if he were crazy. Maybe he was.

"I need you to help me bandage her. Please, she really hurt and I have to help her."

Ochako looked at him silently for a long moment. Finally, she sighed, throwing the blanket off of herself and getting out of bed. "You're too nice, Izuku."

"So does that mean...?" he asked hopefully.

"I'll help you," she told him. "I'd say that I hope you know what you're doing, but I know that you don't. So, whatever happens, we'll figure it out together."

He hugged her tightly. "You're the best."

She smiled as she returned the hug. "I know. Now come on, there's a criminal in our bathroom."

When they entered the bathroom Toga looked marginally better. She wasn't caked in dirt or dried blood, but she was still a mess of cuts and bruises. The cloth Izuku had given her was wadded up and pressed to her still bleeding side. Her eyes lit up when she noticed them. "Ochako! I didn't know you were here." Not even her smile had the same energy as usual.

Ochako shared a look with him before getting to her knees next to the tub. "Let me see that," she ordered softly.

Toga lifted the cloth gently and Ochako gasped. She turned to look at Izuku as he moved closer before looking back at Toga. "Who did this to you?" she demanded.

Toga hesitated. She turned her head to the side and he saw that her cheek was bruised like someone had punched her. It suddenly occured to him that maybe her hair was done to better hide her face and that made him clench his fist tightly. "I had a... disagreement with the league and then some heroes showed up."

"They did this?" he asked. His voice was more angry than he expected it to be. The both of them seemed started too, Toga looking at him with surprised eyes and Ochako with worried ones. He reached for the disinfected and leaned closer to her. "This will sting, alright?"

She nodded. "Sure."

Toga suched in a sharp breath as he poured the disinfectant over her wound and Ochako got to work tapping a suitably large bandage over it. They worked in silene, tapping and wrapping her up in silence. Halfway through, he noticed that Toga was crying.

"What's wrong? Are we hurting you?" he asked, his voice slightly panicked.

Toga shook her head. "No, it's not that. Izu is... Izu is just so nice to me! He's the nicest person in the whole entire world, but Ochako is being nice, too, and... I never thought..." She wiped her tears as she smiled at them. "I'm so happy to be with you both!"

Ochako looked down, her eyes fierce and angry. Izuku didn't know what she was thinking, but he decided to wait until she said her piece. "Toga, why did you come here? Why did you come to Izuku?"

Toga turned to look at Ochako, with a smile, even while tears were still in the corners of her arms. "I didn't know where else to go. Everyone was looking for. I didn't want to go jail, that's what heroes do if they catch you, right? But if the league caught me... I was afraid that I would die."

Izuku sucked in a breath and he turned to Ochako, seeing her with the same look of shook. "Ochako, we can't..."

"I know that, Izu." She sighed, pressing the last bandage to Toga's face. "Toga, I don't want you to die."

Toga looked surprised at this again, but that expression was quickly replaced with surprisingly sincere happiness. "I thought Ochako would have flung me over her shoulders to the cops."

"Not if you're likely to die!" Ochako responded. She placed her hands on her hips and glared at Toga. "Geez, how many times have you pretended to be me and you still don't know something like this?" She smiled a little as she added, "Even I want you to be brought to justice, I don't want you to be hurt."

"Ochako has always been an amazing person," Toga replied dreamily. "That's why I love her and Izu both."

Ochako blushed and he felt his face heat up as well. This wasn't the first time Toga has said something like that, but it felt... different somehow.

"W-well, that aside," Ochako stuttered. "For now, you can stay here with us."

"Really?" Toga's entire face lit up as she looked between them.

"There are conditions," Izuku warned. "You're not allowed to hurt anyone and you have to stay out of sight. I don't want you to get hurt, but I refuse to let you hurt someone else."

"That includes us by the way," Ochako said.

"What if it's just a love bite?" Toga questioned.

"Absolutely not!" They both exclaimed.

Toga still looked like she was full of unbridled joy and they sighed. "There are more rules," Ochako told her. "And you need to follow all of them."

"For Izuku and Ochako, I would do anything," she told them dreamily.

Ochako sighed and crossed her arms while he scratched the back of his head. "Somehow you saying that isn't as comforting as you think it is."

Toga just smiled at him.

#ELS Writing #IzuOchaToga #IzuOcha #IzuToga #OchaToga #My Hero Academia #BNHA #Ochako Uraraka #Izuku Midoriya #Himiko Toga #OT3's Are My Heart

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vladtoly · 5 years

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Secrets, Secrets

A/N: I literally came up with this at work and it’s trash but i enjoy it, so here ya go!

Warnings: Language, non-edited, and Peter being an idiot

Fucking Spider-Man was on your fire escape. Not only that, he was passed out on your fire escape.

You probably wouldn’t have noticed him at all if your dog hadn’t barked insistently at your living room window as soon as you returned from your walk. It was dark and drizzling slightly, making it difficult to make out his shape without putting your face to the glass. But regardless to how or why, fucking Spider-Man was on your fire escape.

He also seemed to be in awful shape. His breathing was labored, and you could make out bleeding tears in his suit. You quickly ushered your puppy Lucy into your bedroom before returning to the window.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you thought. Peter was running home late tonight from work, you knew that, so you were working out how long it would take you to patch up the man before you. Though you knew Peter would never use someone else’s pain to his advantage, you didn’t want to find out what would happen if his prime photography subject was lying, injured in their living room.

‘Well, I guess I’m doing this.’

Minutes later, Spider-Man was lying on your couch, one arm slinging off the side. Though he was heavier than expected, you’d managed to drag him through the window to safety. You laughed at the thought. Saving people was supposed to be his job. Seeing that he was situated, you ran to the bathroom for medical supplied you’d snuck from work. Being a nurse had some perks, especially with Peter, who would come home after bar fights every now and then. He always was so reckless.

You returned to the injured man and began to unpack the first aid kit. Going over all his wounds, you came to the conclusion that he had at least two broken ribs and two cuts that would need stitches. You felt bad that you would have to give him stitches without any pain killers, but you couldn’t exactly help the situation.

With a needle and thread in hand, you began to get to work.

——–

Peter woke up with a stabbing pain in his stomach. Like, literally stabbing.

With blurry vision, his head wobbled around to see his surroundings. When he saw his own living room, he thought maybe he had just gone to the bar earlier and he’s just waking up with a stomach ache. Then he saw Y’N. With a needle and thread stitching him up. Through his Spider-Man suit.

Suddenly, he was very awake.

With wide eyes, he tried to sit up. “Hey lady, what’re you doing?”

You jumped at the sudden voice, but quickly went to push him back down. “Hey, hey, calm down. I’m just trying to fix you up.” Her eyes went back to her needle work. “You have some pretty bad cuts, you know.”

He laid back down but stayed tense. “How did I even get here?”

“You were out cold on my fire escape. You must’ve taken quite the beating.” Finishing up on one cut, you began on the other long one on his right arm. Realization crossed your face and you immediately dropped your needle, searching through the first aid kit at your side. “Now that you’re awake though, you can take some pain killers. It’ll help you through the stitches, not to mention how badly those ribs must feel.”

Peter couldn’t even feel the pain. His mind was solely on the fact that you were stitching him up as Spider-Man. After months of hiding his second life from you, his worlds were seeming to come together. He did take quit the beating tonight, but he was hell bent on getting home and cleaning up before you got back. As he looks back now, he wishes he just passed out on top of some building instead.

You handed him four blue pills and waited for him to take them. When the man didn’t even budge to move his mask, you sighed. “Listen, I get this whole ‘no one can know my identity’ thing is important to you, but if you don’t take those, you’re in for some excruciating pain.”

“I think I can handle it.”

“I’m not going to reveal you or anything. I’m just a nurse, my boyfriend’s the one that works for the paper, buddy.” He watched as you glanced at the clock. “I have to fix you up before he gets home, he might lose it if he sees you here.”

He let out a dry chuckle and mumbled to himself, “I think he has other things to worry about.”

Your head snapped back. “What was that?”

“Nothing, Y/N, I just-“He snapped his mouth shut.

Silence filled the room.

You were no longer focused on his wounds. “How do you know my name?”

He couldn’t think of any answer to give you that would make sense. At this point, nothing made sense.

Panic rose in him as your hand reached out and grasped the bottom of his mask. In one swift movement, it was off. And Peter’s face was in plain view.

“I was going to tell you,” Peter said in just above a whisper.

Y/N sat rigid on the coffee table. “When? Was it going to be before or after I saved your life on our couch?”

Though every part of his body told him not to, he sat up in the couch, hanging his head in shame. “I guess I don’t really know”

“So all the bar fights?”

“All real fights, just not at a bar.”

“And the late nights at work?”

“Technically I was at a type of work.”

You scoffed and grabbed his arm, readying your needle. You only paused to look and see his confused face. “What? I’m not going to let you die from infection just because you held a life changing secret from me.”

Peter smiled softly and let you do your work. He didn’t want to say anything else that may upset you.

You were bandaging up his arm when a loud bark came from the bedroom. You tossed everything back in the kit and stood up. “I suppose Lucy wants to see her daddy.” Before making way down the hall, you turned to him one more time. “This is a stupid question, but Lucy knew before me, didn’t she?”

Chuckling, Peter sat up and stripped from the top half of his suit, letting his gut loose. “Yes, sweetheart, she said hello to me after many late-night patrols.”

You merely nodded and let the small labradoodle out of your room. Immediately, she sprinted to Peter and lay in his lap. Her tail wagged furiously as he scratched behind her ear.

You were mad at Peter. In fact, you were livid. But if the sight of him with your fur baby didn’t warm your heart, you didn’t know what would. Your body crossed the threshold and found itself next to Peter. Holding his arm to your chest lovingly.

When you felt his gaze on you, you said, “I’m still angry at you, Peter, but I’m tired. I can yell at you tomorrow, but right now, I just want to sit with my handsome boyfriend and our adorable dog.”

Lucy’s head perked up at mention of her, cocking to the side. She pushed her little legs onto the couch while Peter wrapped his arm around you, bringing you close to his side.

“I love you, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah, I love you too, Spider Boy.”

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Appendicitis

“I know you two are talking but I really need to talk to you, Bob.”

Ryan, who was sitting across from Bob’s desk with his back to Blaine, turned to face him.

“What’s up?”

“Can I go home? I don’t feel good. I already had the receptionist reschedule my stuff for the afternoon.” Blaine was leaning against the door frame.

“Do you need a ride?” Bob asked.

“No.” Blaine shook his head. “I think I just need to sleep.”

“Is Kurt home?” Ryan asked. “You don’t look so good.”

“No. He’s in LA. He left yesterday and he’s gone for a week.” Blaine winced and took a deep breath.

Bob looked at him very closely.

“I’m fine. I think I just need to sleep or something. It hurts to walk… and talk, actually…”

“Are you sure you can drive?” Ryan asked. “I’ve got two hours free.”

“No. I’m fine.” Blaine forced a smile. “Bob, I’m fine. Quit giving me that look.”

“You have never left early. Well, not for being sick. You’ve never even called in sick.” Bob said. “At least not since you were an intern.”

“Happens to everyone eventually, right?” Blaine, who had leaned against the door frame, stood up straight. “I’ll see you all tomorrow?”

“I hope you feel better.” Ryan frowned.

“Let me know if you need anything, Blaine.” Bob said, still watching him very closely—too closely. Like he knew Blaine was under-exaggerating how he felt.

“Thanks. See you tomorrow.”

…

“Blaine!”

Blaine, who was half asleep and laying on the kitchen floor, opened an eye and groaned.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s too hot and the floor is so cold.” Blaine whimpered a bit as Bob dropped down by him. “What are you doing?”

“I’ve tried to call you five times in the last two hours since you left work. Did you pass out?” Bob asked, moving to help Blaine up.

“I don’t remember. Please don’t sit me up. It hurts. If it didn’t hurt, I would have gotten up two hours ago because I really need to use the bathroom.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Bob gently pulled him into a sitting position.

“Oh God, no.” Blaine tried to lay back down.

“You can’t lay on the kitchen floor!” Bob exclaimed. “If it hurts that much, I’m taking you to the emergency room.”

“No, no, no, no, no.” Blaine whimpered. “I don’t need to go to the ER. Please just go home. I’m fine.”

“Oh my God, Blaine.”

“The last time I was in there I didn’t wake up and I couldn’t remember and I’m not going.”

Bob stared at him like he was a dog walking on it’s hind legs.

“Stop judging me.” Blaine whined and then doubled over.

“I need you to tell me what’s going on, Blaine. What hurts?” Bob said, relenting and helping Blaine lay back on the floor.

“It’s my stomach. It’s been hurting since yesterday but it’s been getting worse. It hurts really bad right under my belly button.”

“Define hurt.” Bob said, brushing his hair back.

“I don’t know.”

“With all of the blabbing you will do over stupid things, you can ‘t even give me a coherent sentence?”

“It’s like someone is stabbing me and twisting the knife deeper and deeper.”

“I’m calling Kurt.”

“No!” Blaine’s voice was forceful.

“You are going to the hospital.”

“Please don’t.”

“You are burning up, you are sweating, you are laying on the kitchen floor.” Bob said slowly.

“I’m fine. I feel better now.”

“Blaine.”

“No. Please.”

“Come on. Let’s stand up so I can get you to the car.”

“I can’t.”

“Blaine!”

“I tried to stand three hours ago but couldn’t.”

“Why didn’t you fucking call me? What if I hadn’t come to check on you?” Bob slid his arms underneath Blaine and then stood. “I offered to take you home four hours ago. Why didn’t you tell me how bad it was?”

“It got worse three hours ago.”

“Do you need to use the bathroom?”

“No.”

“Then we are going to the hospital.”

“…I actually do need to use the bathroom but I wasn’t able to make it off the floor.” Blaine looked like he was in so much pain he was about to cry.

“And you didn’t call me?” Bob sighed, carrying Blaine towards the bathroom.

“You’re so busy. I don’t want to bother you.” Blaine frowned.

“I will always have or make time for you, Blaine. Always.” Bob said, setting Blaine in a standing position but having one arm around his waist to help support him.

“This is so embarrassing.” Blaine moaned, staring at the toilet.

“Would you rather I help or a nurse you don’t know?” Bob asked.

“I feel like that’s a trick question.” Blaine whimpered, struggling to unzip his pants when it hurt so much to stand.

“Blaine Anderson, I swear to God if you get this sick again and don’t call somebody for help, I will move you across the building next to the tort lawyers.” Bob sighed, bending to help Blaine unfasten his pants. “You are putting on pajama pants before we go.”

“This is so embarrassing.” Blaine repeated.

“Yeah. Next time don’t wait until it gets this bad. Hurry up and piss so we can get you some drugs.”

“With the two tort lawyers? Really?” Blaine looked at Bob after he had finished using the restroom and washed his hands—Bob having to basically hold him up the entire time.

“They’re actually not that bad… and super smart.” Bob got Blaine into his and Kurt’s bedroom and gently placed him on the bed. “Where are your pajama pants?”

…

“It stopped hurting.” Blaine said three hours later.

“You’re admitted. We’re not leaving.” Bob said from the chair he was sitting in. “Quit trying to talk me into letting you leave. You’re worse than Emily.”

“I know it was bad before but it quit hurting.”

“You were literally in tears half an hour ago, Blaine.”

“It stopped.” Blaine insisted.

“It doesn’t just stop.”

“Eric!” Blaine gasped as a doctor walked in. “You’re the night shift doctor?”

“It’s your lucky day.” Eric laughed. “I was told you’d be in here doubled over.”

“He was three minutes ago.” Bob said from his chair.

“Maybe it was gas? It just went away.” Blaine shrugged.

“Wait.” Eric pulled the clipboard off the rail on end of the bed. He looked up. “Blaine, did they say anything about your blood work?”

“They haven’t been back in a while.” Bob said.

Eric left the room exclaiming, “Where is whoever who ordered the blood work for 3A? I need it now.”

Blaine gave Bob a look.

Bob shrugged.

Eric came back in. “When did it go away, Blaine?”

“Five minutes ago? Maybe ten?”

“How bad was it before?” Eric asked.

“Really bad.” Bob said as a girl came in and handed Eric a clipboard.

“So, when the trauma was cleared, who was supposed to be taking care of this?”

“Well they tried to give it to David but he had to go back to the NICU. He told the new redhead doctor to handle it. I was there.” The nurse said.

“Lovely. Why didn’t he give it to Marcy if he didn’t have time?

“Oliver is sick so she’s not coming in today.”

Eric sighed.

Blaine watched anxiously as Eric said something quietly to the girl, who then left.

“What is going on?” Bob asked.

“Where is Kurt, Blaine?” Eric asked very calmly.

“He’s in LA for work. Why?”

“Because your appendix has burst and you need surgery within the hour.” Eric’s voice remained calm. “Don’t freak out.”

“What?!”

…

“Hey.”

Blaine blinked several times before recognizing Bob.

“You didn’t die so you owe me Chicken Tikka Marsala. The good stuff, not the cheap stuff.” Bob, who was in a chair next to the bed, watched Blaine carefully. “You okay?”

“Where’s Kurt?” Blaine asked pitifully.

“You told him to stay in LA on the phone. Remember? Before the surgery?” Bob asked gently. He stood and leaned down.

Blaine gave a small nod.

“Are you okay?” Bob asked, looking more worried.

“Honestly I’m trying really hard not to cry because it really hurts and I don’t feel good.” Blaine said, not looking at Bob.

“It’s okay.” Bob brushed his curls back. “You’re okay.”

Blaine took a deep breath and winced.

“Here.” Bob grabbed something and pushed a button.

Instantly Blaine felt better—not good by any means, but it had taken the edge off.

“Better?”

Blaine nodded, eyes finally meeting Bob’s again.

“You’re okay.” Bob squeezed his shoulder. “I’m right here.”

“Thank you for staying with me.” Tears filled Blaine’s eyes.

“No.” Bob leaned over, kissing his forehead. “Do you want to call Kurt again?”

Blaine shook his head.

“Okay.” Bob ran his fingers through Blaine’s hair, attempting to soothe him— and not making one comment about the curls and how ‘fluffy’ they were like everybody else did when they first touched his curls. “You’re okay.”

Blaine nodded although he didn’t look convinced.

“You’re up!” David came in. “How do you feel?”

“Not good.” Blaine admitted. “Hey.”

“Hey. Again. I saw you an hour ago but you were pretty out of it.” David grabbed Blaine’s chart and then put the back of his hand to Blaine’s forehead. “Your fever went away. Good. Eric was getting a little worried.”

“He’s in a lot of pain.” Bob said.

David undid a lock box that connected to the button Bob had pushed to dispense Blaine’s medicine earlier. He pushed a few buttons, locked it back up, and clicked the button two times.

“Okay. That’s better.” Blaine said, feeling relief sweep over him.

“Yeah. They start you low because some people are more sensitive to it than others. The nurse probably didn’t know you had an incision instead of laparoscopic. Where your appendix burst, they had to make sure to clean it out really well and make sure there wasn’t an infection.” David said, handling him the cord with the button on it. He then signed something on Blaine’s chart—presumably noting that he’d upped the dosage. “It cuts you off after you hit it a certain amount of times within two hours so don’t go crazy, though.”

“Don’t tell Wes but you, sir, are my favorite.” Blaine weakly pointed at him.

David laughed a bit and sat down in one of the chairs next to Blaine’s bed

“Is it busy down there?” Bob asked.

“I’m usually upstairs with the babies and kids, not the ER. Both are very busy right now, though. They just had a thing at the subway so a bunch of people are coming in… and we got just two really premature newborns upstairs… so yeah. It’s busy.” David nodded and stifled a yawn.

“When are they going to take this tube out?” Blaine asked, looking sleepy.

“When they’re sure your can use the bathroom normally.” David stood.

“When can I go home?”

“It’ll be at least tomorrow night probably.” David sighed. “Sorry.”

Blaine shrugged and then winced.

David’s pager beeped and he stood. “I’ll come see you later. If any of the nurses give you shit, text Marcy.”

“Okay.” Blaine gave David a weak smile. As soon as the door closed, tears filled Blaine’s eyes.

“Are you okay?” Bob stood, leaning over him.

“It still really hurts.” Blaine took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He had tried so hard to not tear up in front of David. David was working and didn’t need to be worried about Blaine.

“Shh. It’s okay.” Bob ran his fingers through Blaine’s hair, trying to calm him down.

“What about court?”

“Hush. We aren’t worrying about work right now. Okay?”

“It really hurts.” Blaine repeated.

“Okay.” Bob said quietly, pushing the call button next to his bed.

A female doctor came in, smiling.

“He’s in a lot of pain. They already upped his morphine.” Bob told her when she came over.

“Can I look you over really quick, Blaine?” She asked.

Blaine nodded, laying still as she checked his incision, checked his pulse, breathing, and temperature.

“You’re right on the line of a fever. It’s a lot better than two hours ago, though. I’m going to get you some antibiotics and some better pain medicine, okay?” She asked kindly.

“Thank you.” Blaine nodded. He watched Bob carefully, not speaking.

“I’m staying.” Bob said, as if he knew what Blaine was thinking—that Blaine really wanted him to stay but he had a life and family and, let’s be honest, he wasn’t Bob’s real kid.

“You don’t have to.”

“I told you I was going to be here when you were sick two years ago, didn’t I?” Bob asked gently.

Tears filled Blaine’s eyes and he nodded. “But Sam, Emily, and Miles are at home.”

“They’ll still be there when I get back.” Bob reassured him, sitting on the edge of the bed and then squeezing Blaine’s hand. “I’m not going anywhere until Kurt gets back next Tuesday. And then I will work out of your home when Kurt’s at work until you’re strong enough to take care of yourself… probably a little past that because I’m super protective over my kids. Which you are one of now. I assume you remember that conversation?”

“You don’t have to—work and—”

“I know I don’t have to.” Bob looked him in the eyes. “I’m doing this because I love you, I’m worried about you, you’re scared, and I don’t want you to be alone.”

“Thank you.” Blaine said, eyes still teary.

“Don’t.” Bob said, just as he always did when Blaine thanked him for doing things a real father would do. Things his own father would never have done in a million years. “I want to be here. Sam, Emily, and Miles are fine without me. Plus, Charlie and Sarah are both running around here somewhere.”

“I really appreciate—”

“Shh.” Bob squeezed his shoulder. “I love you and this is not inconveniencing me. I want to be here.”

Blaine nodded.

Bob sat back down on the edge of the bed, taking Blaine’s hand in his own and giving it a tight squeeze. “Get some rest so you can call Kurt tonight, okay?”

Blaine nodded again, squeezing his hand back.

“I’m not going anywhere unless it’s to the bathroom or to get a drink. Okay?” Bob asked gently.

“Okay.” Blaine nodded, sniffling.

Bob leaned over, kissing his forehead again. “Get some sleep.”

…

“I don’t understand why this is happening.”

“I don’t either. It doesn’t make sense.”

“How can you own so much crap?”

“Mmmh maybe she’s got five kids? That definitely brings a lot of crap.”

“But where would the kids fit?”

Bob, who was sitting in Blaine’s bed with him two weeks later while they watched an episode of Hoarders, laughed.

Blaine sighed a bit.

“Do you need more medicine?” Bob sat up straight.

It was almost funny how quickly Bob went into “dad mode” as Charlie called it.

“No. I’m trying to not take the more powerful one.” Blaine said.

“Need another pillow?”

“I’m good.”

“Okay. Did he just say that was… pee in those jugs?”

Blaine’s face screwed up in disgust as the camera panned to—well, you know.

“That’s enough of that shit.” Bob changed the channel. “I guess I should have said piss.”

Blaine laughed, hand going over his incision to make it hurt less.

“Sorry. I know. I’m not supposed to make you laugh. But I wasn’t even trying that time. It just… happened? Kurt’s going to quit letting me stay with you if you bust another stitch. He wasn’t very happy with me on Monday.” Bob asked. “What do you want to watch?”

“Anything? Nothing? I don’t know.” Blaine leaned back against his pillows, wincing.

Bob turned the TV off. In an attempt to distract Blaine from the pain, he said, “So… the countdown is on, Blaine.”

“Countdown?”

“Wedding in September and babies in October. It’s May.” Bob said.

“The wedding is in the beginning of September too so it’s, like, three months until the wedding.” Blaine nodded.

“You ready?” Bob asked.

“I love him so much. I honestly can’t picture myself ever loving anyone as much as I love Kurt.”

Bob looked at him.

“So, we’re going to have truth time.”

“‘Truth time?’” Bob repeated.

“You have to say the truth no matter how bad it may be.”

“Okay?” Bob looked confused.

“When you had Charlie… did you love Sarah less?”

“No.” Bob laughed and shook his head. “If anything, I loved her more.”

“So, did you love Charlie… less than Sarah?”

“No.” Bob shook his head. “It’s two different kinds of love. Just because you have these twins doesn’t mean your set level of love gets cut in threes, you know? You’ll love those twins in a different way and when baby number three comes, you’ll love them all three the same... but differently. I guess it’s like… the love expands… but never takes away.”

“Really?” Blaine asked.

“Oh yeah. I mean I’ve got five kids. If it didn’t expand, I’d be one very stretched out person.” Bob smiled at him. “Technically six with you. If I’m not an unofficial adoptive father after this point, there’s no hope for me.”

Blaine smiled, leaning over and resting his head on Bob’s shoulder.

“I was nervous too.” Bob admitted. “But the second you hold them in your arms, you’ll know. And you’ll love Kurt even more for getting to share it with him and you’ll love him even more when you see how good of a dad he is to your babies.”

Blaine looked relieved.

“Are you nervous about them being born?”

“Maybe their existence but… I mean, I was around Scarlett, Miles, and Oliver a lot from the beginning so I’m not nervous about holding them and taking care of them.” Blaine said. “Miles is still so cute.”

“Ugh, I know. He looks just like Sammy and honestly Sammy was the cutest of the boys when he was little. I don’t know why he was so much cuter but he just was. And now look at him…” Bob nodded. “It’s okay. In nine years I’ll want to lock Miles in a closet and throw away the key too.”

Blaine laughed a bit and winced.

“Sorry. Laughing.” Bob looked apologetic.

“Do you think Sarah will get pregnant again?”

“Well she’s not in menopause and we don’t really try to prevent it…” Bob shrugged.

“Do you want a circus?” Blaine looked at him, facial expression serious.

“I’ve already got one with the kids I’ve got. Are you kidding me?” Bob laughed. “If she gets pregnant again you’ll have to buy your own lunch. That would probably help fund two more kids.”

“You’re so mean to me.” Blaine pouted as Kurt came in. “Hey!”

“Hi.” Kurt smiled and waved at them both. He then sat next to Blaine, on his other side. “You look like you feel better, babe.”

“We’re talking about Bob’s circus.” Blaine told him.

“Oh? Is she pregnant again?” Kurt looked at Bob, clearly excited.

“Not that I know of. I haven’t seen any cherry tomatoes.” Bob shook his head. “That’s always my tip off. She’ll start craving them and within two weeks she finds out she’s pregnant.”

“With all five of them?” Kurt looked surprised.

“Yeah.” Bob nodded and then stood.

“Nooo. Maybe the next episode of Hoarders wont have pee jugs in it.”

“We’ll have to watch tomorrow when Kurt’s at work.” Bob laughed and ruffled his hair.

Kurt got up to work him out. “I can take off at work, you know?”

“You’re at Marc Jacobs and starting your own line. I’m pretty slow in the summer anyway and can do everything with a laptop.” Bob reassured him. “Plus, I like seeing him outside of work. You too, you know?”

Kurt smiled. “I like seeing you too.”

Bob smiled back.

“I hope you know how much it meant to him… you being with him through that.”

“I do. It meant a lot to me too.” Bob squeezed Kurt’s shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning at 7:30?”

“You live five houses down. I may see you later taking down the trash.” Kurt laughed.

“Four.” Bob corrected him and then laughed too. “It’s been three hours since his medicine so he’ll probably start feeling yucky soon.”

“Thank you.” Kurt said again. “Really.”

“Gotta take care of my kids. I guess soon you’ll be an in-law.” Bob winked. He then said, very seriously, “Have a good night. Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“I will.” Kurt smiled and hugged Bob. “Tell everyone I said hi.”

“Will do.” Bob waved and left.

Kurt hurried back upstairs to lay with Blaine. “You do know moving this close to Bob was the smartest decision we’ve made so far in New York?”

“It definitely comes in handy when things break.” Blaine yawned and looked at him sleepily.

“No. I mean… This whole thing would have been a disaster without him these last two and a half weeks. Blaine, your appendix could have ruptured and you have died on the kitchen floor. He literally fed you, helped clothe you until you could do it yourself, he kept up with your medicine and got you to your follow up appointment.”

“Technically Eric came here, checked me over, and wrote a new prescription.” Blaine pointed out.

“You know what I mean, though. He put his life on hold for you and didn’t say one negative thing or seem stressed about work the whole time I’ve been here this week and I’m pretty sure he didn’t the week I was gone.” Kurt brushed Blaine’s hair back. “I’m actually kind of surprised he took care of you so well and knew exactly what to do… then again, he has five kids.”

Blaine nodded and gave a sleepy smile. “I guess I picked a good lawyer to stalk.”

“I guess you did.” Kurt kissed the top of his head.

“Can we put it on Hoarders?”

“No. You’re not that sick anymore. Sorry.”

“Well maybe Bob is my favorite caretaker.” Blaine nudged Kurt and then settled into his arms. “I love you, Kurt.”

“I love you too, Blaine.”

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HANAHAKI ASASHI FEEEEEEEEELS~ I would like to request more as i hop onto this destructive train; kyoutani x fem!reader hanahaki disease - ummmmm, where Kyoutani is the one affected by it annnnnd reader is someone who helps the club out from time to time - reader talks to him on the daily but its not enough to stop the flowers from coming up ??? and then i leave the rest to you love (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

I need more angst in my life and my ask box lol Also! I haven’t really written for Mad Dog in a while so I hope this is good!! Thanks for the request! - Admin Satori

Asahi Hanahaki

Kyoutani Kentarou:

This shouldn’t be happening to him. Of all people, him. The feelings of love and affection had never bothered him before, since they were never spilling out from his part… And yet, now… Here he was - staring down at a toilet bowl full of that very same love and affection in the form of his infection.

Petals and vomit. Toilet water and disintegrating flowers - petals, buds, stems, and pollen all mixing together with his breakfast. Horrible. Horrendous. He quickly flushed it away - wanting to forget everything he knew it meant.

He was dying.

Not of a stab or gunshot wound, which Kyoutani had always fancied himself going out - the thug life was definitely something that interested him. But no. He was being taken out… by flowers. Growing in his chest. In his lungs, slowing his blood flow as it constricted around his veins like a snake around its prey.

He was dying.

Kyoutani slammed the bathroom door open, after washing his hands of course, before making his way back into the gym. He’d rushed out just as you’d walked in. You’d have questions he didn’t want to give the answers to. Did he really have to answer you? He wasn’t a talkative person, you knew that… So maybe you’d let him be.

Wishful thinking. You saw him entering the gym from his escape, and a curiosity bloomed in your chest at his whereabouts. “Yes, I finished washing your water bottles and even cleaned the practice jerseys. We can’t have our best boys stinking up at practice matches.” You smiled, making Oikawa whine that he did not ever stink - not ever. “I’m sure, Tooru. I’m very sure.”

You were good friends with the team. You’d grown up with Iwaizumi and Oikawa, Matsukawa and Hanamaki. You were their friend… and thereafter you were like a mother, or older sister to those who followed the terrible four. Including the ‘fresh off house arrest’ Kyoutani.

He was a troubled case. In and out of juvie, always picking fights. Making his appearance as threatening as possible so he’d be left alone.

Yet you couldn’t stay away. You sought him out. Even as Matsukawa called for your attention, or Oikawa hung on your hip - or Iwaizumi showing off his arms or Hanamaki making the best pranks come to life… You focused on Kyoutani.

Why? It irritated him more than anything that you’d focus on him. “How are you today, Kentarou?” Formalities were thrown out the window - you remember how flustered he’d gotten when you’d first called his name on his first day back on the team. An expression you were sure you’d never be able to see again.

He didn’t answer. He rarely did. His dark gold eyes glanced at you, feeling a constricting vine slowly wrapping around his heart - the thorns of which were gently teasing the very soft fleshy membrane of his lungs, of his heart - just looking at you was painful to his health.

But you didn’t feel the rejection of his silence. You persisted with a small smile, “You’re going to outshine them all today, huh?” More silence, he looked away from you this time, but you only continued to smile, “I cleaned your water bottle, your jersey, and even made sure to sweep any dust off the court so you aren’t tripped up by anything.”

His nose scrunched - finding it really annoying that you’d go through all that just for him. Why? He wasn’t special. He was just an asshole who was good at volleyball. And yet you were getting down on hands and knees to properly clean the floors for him? Why? What did you get out of that?

“Usually in these situations, Mad-Dog-chan… You say thank you to the nice pretty lady who did that for you…. Also…” Oikawa pouted as he swayed to the side to lightly bump into you, “________-chan~ Why don’t you do that for me~?”

You scoffed and pushed your friend away, “Because you’re nothing special - we’ve seen all your moves, Tooru.” You smiled, laughing when Oikawa only pouted further and whined about how mean you were to him. “Kentarou, though, is just getting started!”

Kyoutani didn’t look at either of you, looking down at his lain out practice jersey and knee pads. His water bottle having a nice condensation rolling down the sides - a sign that the water within was beautifully chilled just for him. Had you done that? The vine around his heart constricted further, and he cleared his throat to get rid of the feeling at something on the back of his tongue; Though it would remain there the rest of the day.

“Thank you.”

It was curt. It was short. It was borderline insincere…. And yet you blushed with a fond smile.

Because he’d meant it.

Another clearing of this throat, trying to alleviate the feeling of flowers bubbling up. Filling his mouth. He took his towel, something he’d need during practice, and instead stuffed his face into it, opening his mouth and letting the soiled petals and buds slip down his tongue. Covered in saliva, some curdling with his stomach acid, he quickly balled up the towel before turning and making his way to the locker room to discard the evidence.

He was dying.

And you could see it.

Kyoutani was slower to biting remarks. He was more introspective than he’d been in months… Instead of responding, he’d leave the scene, or he’d plainly ignore what was being said. Instead of getting into fights over a sneer thrown his way, he’d simply flip them off - or in the oddest cases, actually ignore the expressions of others. Kyoutani was slower, physically as well. You could see it in his volleyball practice - when he’d rush to the restroom to hide his evidence.

So why weren’t you afflicted? Why couldn’t you just tell him straight out… that you enjoyed his presence?

Why couldn’t you love him like he seemed to love you?

Because you’d felt this way before he had. You’d suffered over him for the longest time. During high school. During the beginning of college. When he’d eventually found his way back into your life… You’d been dying. You’d been coughing up an average of 12 bouquets a day….

Until you’d gone through with the procedure.

You’d been vomiting, passing out, losing yourself and your time so often during your years of suffering - the roots had wound themselves so tightly around your very important organs… You’d have to either confess, die, or remove those feelings altogether.

And the thought of never seeing him again had you getting the procedure done.

Because you were a coward. You couldn’t confess. You’d rather he never know about your feelings than he hate you for the rest of his life…. The rest of your life, however long it would have been if you’d told him…

You didn’t want to die - so you got the procedure…. It hadn’t hurt. They’d given you enough pain killers, gone inside your chest and uprooted the flower that had caused you so much pain… In doing so, though…

Feelings of love, affection, adoration… anything romantic…. Escaped you. Forever. For the rest of your life, you’d never know the feeling of romantic pleasure, be it in an intimate way or in the most innocent acts… You’d never know what it felt like for your heart to race around Kyoutani.

Why hadn’t you waited?

Knocking on the door, you could hear him coughing deeper in the room.

He was dying.

You walked further in, following his gasps for air, following the fallen soaked petals that led the way to him. Romantic in the most morbid of ways, you thought - would you have been nervous if you could still feel? Would you have been scared to go anywhere near him when he’s like a caged animal in this moment?

Would you have confessed then and there?

“Kentarou?” You slowly pushed open the door of the bathrooms, seeing him leaning over the sink, his shoulder blades at sharp angles as he stared down at the mess of vomit and flower petals that gathered in the sink.

He was dying.

You could see his reflection in the mirror. He’d lost a lot of weight. You knew the flower inside would not let him eat - would not let him sleep, the bags under his eyes looked darker with the fluorescent lights beating down from above. He looked like a ghost - a mere whisper of the young man he used to be. But the panic in his eyes seemed.. subdued. As if he were expecting this to happen, as if he’d known all along he would succumb to this infection of affection.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this….” His voice was rough, scratchy from the constant coughing, probably damaged from the constant washing of his stomach acid. Slowly, you walked forward until you stood beside his leaning form, your hand hesitantly resting on his shoulder and rubbing it soothingly. “If I confess…. Will it stop?” You didn’t know. There weren’t any cases you’d heard of of someone who’s afflicted confessing to someone who’s without feeling and surviving.

But could you so easily- “I got the procedure done…. A month ago…”

An empty chuckle escaped from him, interrupted by his coughing, spitting out flower petals covered in blood into the sink. Blood. It was getting worse. “So.. I’m a dead man, either way….”

You gathered your courage and pulled him to stand up straight, tugging on his shoulders so he’d face you completely, “No… No, Kentarou.. You can live. It doesn’t hurt at all… They put you under, and then they remove it completely-“

“So I’ll be a damn robot?” He sneered, shaking off your hold of him, clearing his throat as his stomach flipped at the idea. Internally, you flinched. That hurt. Is that what he thought of you now? A robot? Unfeeling, uncaring… But you did care….

You just couldn’t love him like he wanted you to.

“You don’t have to die, Kentarou.”

He knew that. He knew he didn’t have to die. But what was the point of living if he’d been robbed his chance of real love? His entire life had been rough and his tough exterior wore down with every passing year… The moment he’d coughed up a single petal after talking with you nonstop for weeks… He’d been….

Hopeful.

That maybe he wasn’t alone. Maybe he wasn’t cursed to be sour and rough his entire life. Maybe he could grow and learn to love someone, learn to love himself…

But you’d robbed him of that.

So what was the point?

Kyoutani slowly took a deep breath, feeling petals flutter inside his lungs, feeling his heart being scratched and slowly ripped by the thorns that litter the vine inside him. Soon, he knew he wouldn’t be able to breathe properly. Or at all. “I’d rather die… than not feel anything at all…”

“No…” You felt breathless at his conviction, and you knew you’d be on the brink of tears if you hadn’t… if you had just waited. “Kentarou, no, you don’t-“ You reached forward and grabbed his shirt in both fists, using all your strength to shake him. Turns out, he was much weaker than you’d realized since he was actually shaken with your movement. “Don’t be a stubborn bastard, Kentarou! It’s just a procedure… Please.”

His hands took yours, and for a split second you wondered how warm they would have felt… If you’d waited, but he simply pulled your hands off of him, “You made your choice.” He growled, glaring down at you, “You were a coward! You ran away! You robbed me of a choice!”

You wanted to be angry, you wanted to shake him again, to bring him to reason… But you only stared up at him with wide eyes. You were seeing his final moments as someone able. Soon enough he’d be nothing more than flowers and vomit. You knew. You’d seen it happen before.

“Please…” You whispered, but the desperation of wanting him alive escaped you. You did want him alive, you knew that, but the feeling of needing him alive…. Had been removed.

Kyoutani’s expression scrunched, “I’m going to die. And it’ll be your fault.” His dark golden eyes seemed dimmer than before, it wouldn’t be long now. Perhaps a couple of days. The knowledge of no way out would tip over his chances in favor of his demise. Would you see him before it really happened… Or was this the last time?

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When Eren woke, his brat gave him the smallest of smile before wincing. Their son had started crying, and with his face against the boys, there was no way he couldn't have been woken by the noise. While Eren slept, Levi had moved to the other side of the bed, one hand resting on their son's hair as he held their daughter close. She'd gotten a little fussy, but had settled back down without the noise of her brother "Are you alright?" Eren yawned, nuzzling into their son's cheek "I'm still tired" "Other than that?" "I want to take a bath... but can you help me? I want to try feeding them" Eren's voice was low and shaky, like his fiancé was trying to hold in whatever else he was feeling "Is it better I let you move yourself or should I help?" "I don't think I can move" Kissing his daughter's forehead, he laid he beside her brother as he climbed from the bed. Walking to Eren's side, he placed his hand in the teen's, ignoring the fact there was dried blood on it "Are you ready?" "I'll roll, you pull?" "Something like that" Biting his lip, Eren's eyes were filled with pain as Levi helped him to sit up. Eren's whole lower half was still crusted with blood. It was like he hadn't tried to clean his fiancé up at all, and he realised that the bedding hadn't actually been changed, instead three thick blankets had been pulled up over the mess. Fucking shitty arseholes. Couldn't they have at least changed the bed for them?! For Eren! Whimpering, Eren shook his head "Fuck..." "Maybe laying down was better?" "I can't feed them like that... they have to be hungry" "Who do you want first?" "Our girl. You need time with your son" There was something in Eren's tone that was rubbing him the wrong way. He didn't know what it was, or if he was imagining it, but he didn't love it. * Trying to get their girl to take Eren's nipple had the teen in tears... without the actual tears. He was sniffling, his breathing shaky and his hands shaking as he begged her. She really wasn't sure about it all, and Eren didn't know what he was doing wrong. He couldn't cry. He wouldn't cry again. Not when his daughter was sick, and he'd failed to be a good enough mother to keep her healthy and safe. He'd failed so fucking badly, and both his children and Levi had suffered for it. Reaching between breast and their daughter, Eren tried not to wince as Levi rolled his tender nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. He had no idea what Levi was trying to do. Not until the first drops of milk formed on the bud "Try now" He didn't see why it'd make such a difference. Their daughter's lips had briefly formed around his nipple, but she hadn't latched. Tilting his breast, he guided her mouth back to the nipple, almost crying in relief as she finally latched, the first few sucks were tentative, but when she latched and actually started to feed... his heart swelled with pride. He was actually doing this. He was feeding her daughter! "See. You can do this. I know you can. I'm so proud of you" His happiness dropped at Levi's praise. His lover had showered him with so many kind words that he didn't feel he deserved. Words like "proud" and "beautiful" felt more like stab wounds to the heart. He wasn't beautiful. His body was fucking broken. Between his legs oozed and throbbed. He'd tried so hard to keep it together when he'd filled Levi in, and it wasn't like he wanted to die... he just felt completely and totally overwhelmed with guilt. Levi took their baby girl so he could try to feed his son, his right breast had leaked so much, he wondered if there was enough for the little boy. He didn't even have names for them. He'd thought of some, but looking at the pair, none of them seemed just right. Looking up to Levi, he found him smiling as he rocked their daughter on his shoulder. He was such a natural at this, and it was clear he'd bonded deeply with their daughter "The bed's still a mess. I want to change the blankets and sheets, do you feel up for a bath?" He couldn't even sit up straight. And bathing was the last thing on his mind, even if he felt gross "I was thinking the warm water might help to relax your muscles" His muscles felt like solidified jelly. Sore and stiff, yet unable to support him in the slightest "I can't walk" "I'll carry you. These two probably need baths too, don't you?" Looking back down to his son, Eren swallowed down the lump of emotion in his throat. Maybe he would feel better with a bath? "A bath would be good" "I'll go run the water" How was Levi so ok?! He'd tried to attack Armin and Erwin, before collapsing. Was he hiding something all over again? And what was supposed to be wrong with their son? He looked happy. His small hand was against Eren's breast, like he was trying to grip him. He didn't understand. He couldn't even remember the birth, other than the pain and fear. Had he tried to hurt them? Is that why there was something wrong with their boy? He loved them. He loved them both so fucking much. From the moment he'd come to, and had actually been able to see them, he loved them. Levi took their son from him, first burping the boy, then laying him beside his sister. Half kneeling on their bed, Levi leaned in "I'm going to lift you, are you ready?" "As I'll ever be" "It's probably going to feel like shit" "It already feels pretty crappy" "Fuck, I love you. Here, sling your arm around me. If it hurts too much, I can find another way" "It's fine" It wasn't fine. The moment Levi lifted him, it felt like all his organs were going to fall through his arse. His muscles protested being made to fold, while the smell of blood made him gag. There was way too much. It clung to Levi. It clung to their bed. It clung to their blankets, stained their floor. It was terrifying to think it had all come from him "No, don't look at that. That can all be cleaned up" No it couldn't. The blood had ruined everything it had soaked into. There wasn't enough cold water and salt in the world to soak the stains free. The blankets he'd loved so dearly because Levi had bought them for him, were ruined. Everything was ruined... Lowered into the bath, the water immediately turned pink as he tried to escape. It hurt. It hurt so fucking much. The open wounds burning as the soapy water engulfed them. He couldn't stop his scream, clawing at Levi's arms as he flailed "There's salt and soap in the water, the salt will help clean the wounds" A heads up would have been nice "Do you want me to join you?" "N-no" He didn't want Levi looking at him while he was like this. He didn't want him touching him or wiping him down "Will you be alright while I strip down the bed? I can't believe they made you sleep in that fucking filth" They hadn't wanted to move him once the bleeding slowed... Kissing his temple, Levi sighed softly "I'm so proud of you. Take all the time you need. I'll help you out once the bedding's changed" Eren nodded weakly, he was already falling back to sleep. He didn't even know if he had the strength to clean himself up properly. When Levi left, the tears he promised he wouldn't shed rushed to his eyes. Crying seemed to be all he was really good at. Angered by his own weakness, he was less than gentle as he forced himself to scrub down. The water soon red with the dried blood and water else was coming from him. Sobbing, he scrubbed harder until his sobs turned to screams. Rushing back into the bathroom, Levi grabbed the cloth from his hands, throwing it across the bathroom before pulling him into a tight hug. Howling out his misery, he wanted to shift. He didn't want to have this conversation, wincing the moment Levi started talking "You're ok. You're ok. I've got you. I've got you, baby" He didn't like Levi calling him baby. He wasn't a baby. He wasn't a little kid. He wasn't anything. Keeping an arm around him, Levi used his free hand to pull the plug, water rushing from the tub "Eren, it's ok. Just let it out" "I'm so fucking sorry" "No, hey, you did nothing wrong" "She's going to die" "We don't know that" "It's my fault" "No. No it's not. She's strong. They both are, and until someone more qualified tells me something's wrong, I don't believe it" "They're both..." "Both perfect" "They're not! They're broken!" "No..." "They are... I couldn't even... this is all my fault!" Levi rocked him, again with one arm, turning the taps on behind him "It's not your fault. I was proud. I am proud. You did so good" Levi wasn't listening to him. He wasn't hearing anything he said. Closing his mouth, he trapped his bottom lip so he wouldn't lash out. After a few long minutes of silence, Levi spoke softly "Eren, if you could do anything. What would you do?" Run. Scream. Disappear before his children knew how much of a disappointment he was... "I'd take her to the ocean" "You want to take her to the ocean?" "I... I want her to see the world before she dies. I don't want her trapped in the walls" "I'll take you. I'll take the three of you, if that's what you want" It was a nice dream. But it'd only ever be a dream. He was just so tired. * Eren fell asleep in the bath, the soap bubbles that clung to his body were pink. Washing him down, he noticed the vicious nail marks on Eren's thighs from scrubbing. The teen really wasn't ok. He'd already given up... it hurt to see him like this. Their children were so beautiful, but Eren had given up before even getting a second opinion. Laying Eren on his side, Levi placed him in the recovery position so he could examine him. The teen was torn to shreds. His arse red and swollen, angry red tendrils extending from his lover's opening, while a small amount of blood leaked from the wounds. No doubt Eren was still in pain, but this was painful to even look at, and probably infected. Using the salve he kept for small injuries, he gently smeared it across the site, hushing Eren as he tried to wriggle away. They needed Hanji, or for Eren's body to get its shit together and start healing. He also needed to get Eren eating and drinking. Sleep, food and warm tea. Hopefully his mood would brighten when he didn't feel so miserable... Maybe he'd see then that he'd done nothing wrong, because Levi was honestly at a loss when it came to what to say. With Eren covered and sleeping, Levi returned to the bathroom, cleaning out the bath of blood and gunk. Their children both needed baths, and though he had no idea what he was doing, he hated the idea of them sleeping in filth. Keeping the water running, Levi bathed their daughter first. She didn't love the water. Crying the whole time, even though he made sure the water wasn't too warm for her sensitive skin. She was so adorable, even with her tears. Her chubby legs kicking as she protested being clean. Holding her, he smiled to himself. They made beautiful babies. Unlike his sister, their son was perfectly happy with being clean. He cried a little, but soon settled, even falling asleep as Levi washed his hair. Cleared from all the shit, he found both twins had small triangle shaped birthmarks on their hips, just above their chubby bums. He knew he was mentally using the word perfect way too much, but they really were. With all four of them clean and dried, and resting in their bed, Levi was watching over his small family. He had his son laying on the left side of his chest, with their daughter on the right side, both naked and sleeping, while he was just shirtless. As their door opened, he couldn't find the energy to tell whoever it was to fuck off. He didn't expect it to be an exhausted looking Hanji "Oh my gosh! Erwin wasn't lying! Look at them!" Making sure they pair were still sleeping, he whispered loudly "When the fuck did you get back?" "No swearing in front of the babies" "Hanji" "Fine. I just got back. I hear Eren had a bad time" "Understatement of the century. 40 hours in labour, major bleeding, fever. Tearing and signs of infection. Then that blonde coconut shit told him something is wrong with our daughter" "Erwin told me that too" Creeping over, she wriggled her fingers towards the twins "You're not touching them. You're filthy" "I just got back, I came straight up once I heard the news" "Then go clean up. You're only allowed to touch to make sure they're ok" "I want cuddles" "Just go already" Hanji took minutes to clean up, but she'd shed her dirty jacket, and her arms were washed up to her elbows. Coming back to the bed, she wriggled her fingers again "Who's up first" "Our boy... he was born with the cord around his neck" Hanji's face fell, but she nodded quickly "Alright. Let's make sure he's ok" "He wasn't breathing, and I couldn't find his heartbeat" "Let me look. No, it's not a good sign the cord was around his neck. How tight was it, and how long was it looped around?" "Tight. I cut it before Eren had finished pushing him out" "Ok. Let me take him" Levi sat up as Hanji examined their boy, cleaning up the cord cut and retying the end. Checking his eyes, she smiled down as he wriggled "I know bubba! Aunty Hanji wants all the cuddles, but I've gotta make sure you're ok! Look at you! He'd gorgeous" Levi cast a glance to Eren, his fiancé seemed to still be sleeping "Just don't tell Eren that" "What? Why?" "He's not in a good place. He blames himself for the labour going wrong, and for going into labour too soon" "He's not happy?" "He had a breakdown in the bath. He tore his legs up" "Alright. I'll have a little talk with him, but this handsome little soldier is just fine. We won't know if there was any brain damage until he starts hitting his developmental milestones. His lungs sound good, so does his heart and he's completely and totally adorable" That was a relief. But that meant their daughter was up next "Do you have names yet?" "No. Eren's still recovering. There was so much blood, and he wasn't healing" "I'll take a look at him too, daddy" "Don't ever call me daddy again" "Yeah. No. That didn't feel all that nice. Here, let me take our princess" "She was born first. Eren was completely out of it and exhausted before even beginning to push" "I'm sorry I wasn't here for you. Trost was hit, both gates at once. It was a damn nightmare" "Then what are you doing back?" "It was easier to treat casualties here. Mike's helping Moblit get everyone settled. He's got the Brat's too" "I was wondering why no one was annoying us" "I'm annoying enough! Here we go, back to Daddy Levi. And come to me princess" Her examination took longer than his, Hanji frowning down at the tiny girl "What is it?" "Her heart is a little slow, and her lungs sound wet. It's actually not all that uncommon, but it does mean she's not getting enough oxygen, that's why she's going the blue tinge to her fingers, toes and lips. Has she fed?" "She had some trouble taking Eren's nipple. Armin told him there was something wrong with her heart. He wants to take her to the ocean because he doesn't want her dying inside the walls" Levi's voice shook, Hanji wrapping his little girl in the blanket she'd been examining the twins on "I don't want to say anything until we've done some more thorough testing, and Armin should have kept his mouth shut. Everyone knows this was a rough pregnancy for Eren" "He's not exactly welcome here" "No. I can see why. Do you want to try waking Eren for me?" "What do I say?" "Just ask him if he's ok with being examined. I'm worried that his body didn't expel the after birth properly, after you cut the cord" "I didn't know what to do" "Birth is always difficult, many, many women die during labour. You kept them alive. You did a good job" "I felt useless" "Out of everyone in the world, you're the only one Eren would have let him help him. It might not have been pretty, but they're all here. Now wake him up" Shaking Eren awake, the teen tried to hide his face as he pushed it down into his pillow "Eren, Hanji's here" "I'm sleeping" "She needs to examine you" "I'm fine" "Eren, please" "I said I'm fine!" His violent outburst had both twins crying, looking to Hanji, she took a deep breath "Eren, I need to make sure you're healing" "It's fine" "Levi, why don't you give Eren and I a little space while I check him" "Leave me alone" "5 minutes and I'm done" "Just leave me alone" Levi placed his hand on Eren's shoulder, Eren slapping it away with a growl "Fine. Just don't bite Hanji's hand off. You might like to know your kids are alright" He regretted the low blow the moment it came from his lips, the glare Hanji gave him rivalled his own "Whatever. I'll be outside the door" * Sitting on the bed, Hanji draped herself over him in a hug. Eren was already in tears over making Levi mad, and knowing Hanji would be disappointed with him too "I'm sorry I wasn't here for you" "I fucked up" "No, you didn't fuck up" "I did... there's something wrong with them" "Your son is just fine. And I'm going to keep a close eye on that girl of yours. But you, you've got me worried sweetie. I heard you had a rough labour" "I don't remember... but there was blood" "I'm going to take a look, on a scale of one to ten pain wise, what would you say?" "8..." "Ok. I'll bring something up for the pain, so try not to tense while I examine you" Hanji's poking and prodding came with humming instead of a running commentary. It was bad enough as she examined him externally, but his eyes rolled back when she gently probed inside, his hands tightly fisting his pillow as he bit down his scream "Ok, ok! I'm sorry. I know it hurts, and you've done some major damage. Who did the stitches?" "M-Mike" "He needs to relearn how to do stitches. You are healing, I can see spots that have healed, but you're going to be very sore and sorry until it's healed completely" "Mike said there was haemorrhaging" "And there probably was, there's a lot of tearing. Internally and externally. I'm going to have to give you some antibiotics for that, otherwise you could heal badly. Have you been to the toilet yet?" "I can't even walk..." "Have you eaten or had anything to drink?" "No" "Ok. Well that's not ok" "I'm not hungry" Pulling her probing fingers away, Hanji covered him back up "Let me go wash up real quick" Why? What did she want from him now? He wanted to sleep. He didn't want anyone around him, or to be touched. He only let Hanji do it because she would have kept pushing if he hadn't. Returning from the bathroom, Hanji slid into the bed from Levi's side, placing a hand on his forehead as she smile soft at him "It's ok if you're not feeling great" "I'm fine" "You're not fine, and that's ok. It was a hard birth. Then people started telling you shit you shouldn't be listening to. Levi's outside, so you can talk to me" "Will you tell him if I do?" "Do you want me to?" "No..." "Then for a limited time my lips are sealed" "Limited time?" "Until you're feeling up to telling him" Patting her leg, Eren shuffled over to rest his head on her thigh "He keeps telling me how good I did and how proud he is" "What's wrong with that?" "I don't feel good. I feel like I've failed them. If I hadn't gone into labour, they'd be ok! Levi wouldn't have had to blow off his mission. He wouldn't have to be here... his kids... his kids wouldn't be dying!" "Ok. No. You're kids are going to be ok" "But her heart..." "Is going to be monitored. Even if there is something there, she's still your little girl. Levi told my about your son's cord being around his throat, but he's happy. He's healthy. He's adorable, and so is she" "I don't feel like I deserve to love them... I let them down! Levi loves her so much! What happens when she dies?! He's going to hate me..." "No he's not. He loves you. He loves both your children. I did suspect it wasn't just one baby, but didn't want to worry you because wolves usually have between 3 and 8" "Two was bad enough... and I couldn't do that right" "You did perfectly. And I know you love them" "I don't deserve to" "You do. You really do, sweetheart" "I hate this. I hate it Hanji. I thought I'd be happy, but I feel so guilty. Apparently I nearly died again, and Levi had to deal with that alone. He keeps praising me. He keeps touching and kissing me. He tells me I'm beautiful. It hurts. I don't want to be touched. I don't want to be beautiful. I don't want to eat. I just don't... I want my kids to be ok" "I'll make sure you're left to rest in peace up here, but I don't think Levi will be leaving you alone" "I don't want to face him. I can't stand knowing I disappointed him" "You haven't. I promise you, he's every bit the proud dad none of us ever expected him to be" "He's so good with them... I don't even know what to do" "You're emotionally and physically exhausted. You need rest, and lots of fluids. I'm going to have Levi keep an eye on you, because you warm. My orders are, I want you sleeping whenever you want. I want you eating and sleeping. No heavy lifting for now. You're going to be bleeding, it'll be like a heavy period, but not too heavy" "I'm a guy" "Bleeding like after those experiments, just anally" "You should tell Levi that then. I bled through all our blankets. The towels, and onto the floor" "I doubt he's mad over it" "But he should be" "Nope... you just became parents. You're supposed to be enjoying this" "How can I enjoy it when it's all gone wrong?!" "Because you're alive. Make the most of the time you do have, because once it's gone, you're going to regret it" Hanji wasn't really listening to him either. Both her and Levi hadn't actually told him anything that made him feel like it was truly ok. He loved the twins. He loved them so fucking much, and didn't want to be the kind of parent to abandon them "I think I want to sleep" "Alright. I'm going to have someone bring some food and water up. If Levi starts getting moody or pushy, tell him I'll personally shadow him, and annoy the absolute shit out of him, if he doesn't leave you alone" "I don't think he finds you that annoying or scary" "That just means he's yet to experience all my magical ways. Now go to sleep. You'll see, everything will get better" Yeah. But when? She was monitoring their daughter. His arse was busted. Levi was making this parenting thing look like he'd been doing it his whole life.

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ftwd-nicky · 7 years

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First Meetings

Pairing: Nick Clark x Reader

Author: @ftwd-nicky

Words: 3484

Author’s Note: Hey guyssss. I’m so sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I have like 3 Nick fics to post and I have one of Frank’s other character’s he’s played that I wrote to post. Shit. So, there’s gonna be like a spam of fics xD

I laid on the hard ground, wincing as I sat up, looking around seeing none of the infected in sight. I sighed in relief, slipping my lightweight jacket, zipping it up halfway. “Man, it’d be great to actually see another living person, not the ones that try to eat you…” I frowned, rubbing my eyes of the lack of sleep I got the night before. I placed my backpack on my back only taking a small sip of water since I only had three quarters of it left.

I felt my chest clench in pain thinking that I’m could die alone as I walked north, limping slightly. I followed a dirt road into the mountains, glancing around at the small patches of green in the distance as I make my way towards it. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling myself get dehydrated and I take my canteen out, taking a drink of the cool water, finishing off what I had left.

“God dammit, Y/N.” I muttered to myself, tipping the plastic container upside down, nothing coming out of it. I let out frustrating yell, throwing my canteen across the dirt, not even bothered to pick it up. I started walking again, accidentally tripping over a rock that is sticking out of the ground. My body fell to the dirt, hitting my ankle off the same rock as it rolled, letting out a cry of pain. “Just my fucking luck.” I sighed, getting back up slowly. I put some weight onto my ankle and my leg almost gives out instantly.

I could feel my eyes sting, tears threatening to spill from my eyes as I heavily limped towards the hills. I jumped when I heard yelling, crouching a bit as I glanced around me, trying to find out where it’s coming from. I climb up the small hill slowly, looking over it and I see a compound with a gate around it. Shelter? I gnawed on my bottom lip, glancing towards the gate as I saw a man standing there in a military uniform, currently holding a knife from what I could see.

I decided to try and get closer without being spotted, sliding down the hill slowly. I glanced around as a truck of people drove off east, my eyes going back towards the gate, seeing the mysterious man looking directly at me. My breath hitched, quickly getting up, limply running back over the hill, tripping over my own feet and I tumble down it.

Nick glanced around outside the gate as Troy and the other members of the militia get ready to go on their daily run. Nick decided to to check things out incase there were any infected and he swore he heard a scream of some sort. His eyes squinted a bit as he noticed a figure moving over the hill in the distance, but doesn’t think anything of it.

“Alright, Nicky. Keep an eye out until we’re out of sight, okay?” Troy asked and Nick nodded his head, his fingers lacing through the brass knuckled knife, looking out the gate. Nick’s eyes gravitated towards the figure that��s sliding down the small hill about two hundred feet from the ranch. He could hear the truck getting farther away, his eyes staying on the stranger as they noticed him, immediately getting up to run the opposite direction.

Nick sighed, shaking his head as he left the gate, going back to his place.

I stayed on the ground a bit after I tumbled down the hill, feeling the pain throughout my body. I glanced down at my ankle, seeing it swelled up as I could barely move it. I’m going to die out here. I need to get into that place. I thought to myself, taking deep breaths before getting off the ground, lightly touching my foot to the ground as I walked west, getting away from that gate, desperately trying to find an easy way in.

I noticed a couple infected stumbling towards me and I pull out my semi-large army knife, stabbing both in the brain. I looked around, seeing a quite a few more in the distance and I sighed to myself. Man, I haven’t done this in a while, but if I want to survive. I took a deep breath, cutting open one of their stomachs, taking the blood and a bit of guts, wiping it all over my face and arms. I gagged slightly at the smell, not being quite used to it as I was in the beginning of this whole epidemic. Once I’m covered in enough blood, I limp my way around the gate, seeing someone standing near a smaller gate. That’s my way in.

I rested on the ground, trying to stay off my foot for as long as I could as I felt the now dried blood on my face as I scratched my cheek. “God, I need a shower.” I mumbled to myself, praying as it was finally dark outside. I slipped my backpack on again, getting off the ground as I hobble towards the camp.

I glanced around inside the fence, not seeing anyone around as I stumble over the gate, falling to the ground, landing straight on my back. “Why the fuck am I so clumsy?” I asked myself, shaking my head a bit as I stood up, sneakily running towards the first cabin I find. Silently walking up the steps, I grin as I turned the doorknob, finding it unlocked and I slipped inside, closing the door behind me.

“Oh, this is a cute little place.” I mumbled to myself, walking around trying to find some water. I sighed in relief as I found some, going to grab it when I heard a gun cock from behind me.

“Who are you?” A deep voice called out and I stood up too quickly, hitting my head off the top of the fridge as I winced, turning around, my hands up in the air. A man my age stood in front of me, his hair slicked back as he held a revolver to my face, my heart pounding against my chest at how cute this guy is.

“P-Please… I just need some water.” I croaked, feeling my dry throat close up a bit. The mysterious man lowered the gun and I took my chance and bolted, running towards the back door.

A pair of arms wrap around my legs as I was tackled to the ground, the man grabbing both my arms, placing them behind my back pretty roughly, the pain in my wrist spiking.

“Ow! Wait, you’re hurting me.” I mumbled, my eyes stinging as I closed my eyes. He let go of my hands and I roll my eyes, wondering how gullible this guy is. I slip onto my back pushing him off me slightly as he growled, grabbing my forearms, pinning them to the wooden floor.

“Stop, stop.” He muttered as I thrashed underneath his hold, feeling his leg sit on my rolled ankle. I gasped, pain shooting through my leg as he let all his weight on it.

“O-Okay. I-I’ll stop, but please get off my ankle.” I whispered, trying to move it on my own, but it just makes the pain worse.

“Oh no. I’m not falling for that again.” He told me and I shook my head, my face scrunched up as he applied more pressure, letting out a small scream. His eyes widened, glancing down at my swollen ankle. “Shit.” He muttered softly, getting off of it as he released my hands. His hands moved down to my ankle, lifting it slightly as he examined it.

“How did you find me?” I asked quietly, staring at his olive skinned face, his dark brown eyes that shine in the moonlight as he glanced up at me.

“I live here.” He mumbled, placing my leg back on the floor, standing up. The man held out a hand for me to take and I gladly do. He helps me up, wrapping an arm around my waist as I almost crumpled back to the floor.

Nick caught the perpetrator in his arms, hearing a soft wince leave her lips as she gripped his shirt. “You’re the person I saw earlier?” He asked and you nodded your head, looking at the ground as he nodded his head, placing you on the couch.

“What’s your name?” You asked and Nick glanced back at you as he grabbed a first aid kit, walking back towards you.

“Nick Clark, you?’ He asked in return, taking in your features, finding a bit of himself in you. Nick began to wrap your foot, making it nice and snug so it could begin to heal.

“Y/N… L/N. Um, thank you.” You thanked Nick, glancing up at him as he gave you a small smile, standing up from the floor, going back towards the kitchen, grabbing the jug of water.

My eyes lit up as he handed it towards me, taking it into my hands as I began chugging a good amount, almost choking on it a bit. Once my lips left the opening, I breathed heavily, feeling my throat cool down a bit. “Oh thank god. I thought I was going to dehydrate to death.” I muttered, resting my eyes for a few seconds.

“Do you want to use the shower? You’re covered in blood.” Nick mentioned and I nodded my head, placing the jug into his hands as he brought it back into the kitchen. I attempted to stand up, wobbling a bit as I limped towards him. “Hey, careful.” He mumbled, taking my arm as I leaned against the counter.

“Sorry, I’m just excited to get all this blood off me. I haven’t done this tactic in quite a while.” I mumbled as Nick led me towards his bathroom, turning on the shower before leaning against the door frame, grinning. Oh boy. Don’t grin at me…

“Yeah, I haven’t done it in a while either.” He laughed and I glanced back at him, his arms crossed his chest.

“You’ve done this before?” I asked, gesturing to the blood on my face and arms as he nodded his head in agreement. “Interesting. You probably look real good with blood on you.” I whispered the last part, my eyes widening at what I had just said.

“What’d you say?” Nick asked and I shook my head, muttering ‘nothing,’ before slamming the door to the bathroom shut. I leaned my forehead against the door, letting out a sigh before slipping my clothes off, getting into the luke-warm shower.

Nick bit his lip, staring at the closed door in front of him before walking back into the main area, sitting down on the couch. There was a knock on his door and he tilts his head to the side, not expecting any company at this hour. He stood up, opening the door, seeing Troy standing in the doorway.

“Hey Nicky. Everything okay?” Troy asked and Nick looked at him confused, eyes narrowed as he nodded his head.

“Yeah, why? What’s going on?” Nick asked and Troy was about to tell him when you cut him off, yelling from the bathroom door.

“Nick? I, uh, I don’t have a towel.” You yelled out, pressing your lips together as just your head was peeking out from the door. Nick glanced between you and Troy as his eyes widened.

“Who’s that Nicky?” Troy asked, taking a step forwards and Nick stopped him, placing a hand to his chest. “Because that’s not a voice I recognize.” Troy continues to push past him, looking down the hallway to see you.

“Oh shit.” I muttered, sticking my head back into the bathroom, closing the door, locking it quickly as I heard the guy’s footsteps.

“Troy, wait.” Nick called out, running after him. I placed my back to the door, stretching my arms out as the door shakes. “Wait wait. I let her in. I found her passed out outside the gate of dehydration. I wasn’t just going to let her die.” I heard him growl, my cheeks becoming warm as he defended me.

“Fine. We’ll discuss this in the morning.” Troy muttered, leaving the cabin. I heard the doorknob jiggle and my breath hitched, closing my eyes shut.

“Y/N? It’s just me.” Nick whispered against the door and I let out a sigh of relief, unlocking the door, opening it just a smidge.

“Who was that?” I asked, looking out the small gap at him.

“That’s Troy. His dad owns the ranch. I-I have your towel.” He muttered, handing it over to me and I smiled gently at him, my fingers touching the soft cloth.

“Thanks, Nick.” I grinned, blushing a bit as he nodded his head, pointing towards the living room, signaling that’s where he’d be. I closed the door, smiling to myself as I wrapped the towel around my body, drying off a bit. I placed my clothes back on after I dried off, running the towel through my hair before putting it over the shower curtain to dry. I fixed my hair a bit, unconsciously checking if I looked cute or not before leaving the bathroom.

Nick glanced up at me as I walked into the living area, my hands clasped together as I stood in front of him. He stood up in front of me, softly smiling down at me as I contemplated asking him a major question.

“Nick?” I called out and I heard a ‘mm’ and I took a deep breath. “Um, would it be too much to ask if I could possibly stay here? At the ranch.” I asked and he turned towards me, letting out a sigh.

“Honestly? I don’t know. Troy’s going to tell his father that you most likely broke in and they’re not going to be so fond about it.” He told me and I glanced at the ground, my eyes fluttering shut.

“I guess I’ve decided my fate.” I whispered, tears threatening to spill as I walked towards the french doors, looking out at the land outside of the fence. “I just want to feel safe for once.” I muttered mostly to myself.

I felt Nick place his hand on my lower back, making me turn around and I wiped my cheeks, not looking at him. “Hey, look at me.” Nick whispered, lifting my chin. I looked up at him, his eyes searching mine as I wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him. “I’ll make sure you’re safe, but for now you can use my room to sleep. It looks like you haven’t had a proper sleep in ages.” He muttered, rubbing my back as I sniffled lightly, nodding my head in his shoulder.

I untangled my arms from him, making my way towards the only room in the house as I stepped into the large bedroom, seeing a queen-sized bed placed in the middle of it. I collapsed onto it, falling into a deep sleep immediately as I curled into a ball, shaking a bit.

I felt hands touch me and jumped, grabbing the army knife I had placed under the pillow, pointing it at the person. Nick placed his hands up in surrender, his eyes wide as I let out a sigh, putting the knife down.

“Jesus, Nick. You can’t do that.” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. Nick slowly brought his hands down, sitting on the bed beside me.

“Sorry. Jeremiah, Troy’s dad, wants to see you.” He muttered and my chest clenched, nodding my head a bit, whispering a small ‘okay.’

I slipped my boots on, tying them quickly before walking out of Nick’s house, Nick not too far behind me as Troy waited for me at the bottom of the steps. He gave me a small smirk as he lead me towards his father. I played with the tips of my fingers, glancing back at Nick. He gave me a small smile, slightly catching up to me and I grabbed his hand, squeezing tightly.

We arrived at one of the main buildings, Troy turning around to make sure I was still there and he glanced down at Nick and I’s intertwined fingers. “Aw Nicky. You have a soft spot for this girl you saved.” Nick glared slightly as Troy grabbed my arm, pulling me away from Nick as another guy stopped Nick from coming into the house.

“No, I’m not going in there without Nick.” I muttered, stepping away from Troy. I could hear Nick’s yells, telling Troy to let him join.

“Listen, you shouldn’t even be here. I don’t know how you did it, but let me tell you… there’s a possibility of you not getting out of this alive.” Troy growled, gripping my wrist and I let out a small yelp, his large hand almost crushing the fragile bones.

“Troy! Let the poor girl go, and for god sakes just let Nick in.” An older man, presuming to be Jeremiah called out as Troy sighed, letting go of my wrist and walks towards the front door, letting Nick in.

Nick had ran inside, wrapping me into a hug as Troy scoffed. “What is it with her? You don’t even know her.” Troy muttered as she passed the pair.

“She reminds me of myself when I was alone, doing anything to survive.” Nick mentioned, eyes narrowing at Troy. I looked up at Nick, smiling softly at him as he slightly pushed me behind him. “Let her stay, please. She won’t last much longer out there, especially with her hurt ankle.” Nick negotiated with Jeremiah as I watched, gripping the back of his shirt.

“Nick…” I muttered, trying to step forward but he stopped me, glancing back at me. “I have to face the consequences.” I whispered and he turned towards me, towering over me.

“No you don’t. You were trying to survive.” He emphasised on the last word and I sighed, glancing to the ground. “Y/N, you don’t have to do this.” Nick muttered, his hands pressed against my cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered, taking his hands in mine, removing them from my face. “Thank you for for helping me.” I pressed my lips to his cheek, walking past him over towards the two men. Jeremiah nodded his head towards the door and Troy took my arm, leading me outside.

“You’re pretty brave for doing that, you know.” Troy mentioned as I looked at the people around us, giving me weird looks. “I mean, he was trying to save your life.”

“Yeah, I know.” I muttered, glancing at the ground as he brought me to Nick’s place, letting go of my arm. I glanced up at him confused as he turned around, walking back in the other direction. “Wait, what’s going on?” I asked and he turned around again to face me.

“What’s it look like… Welcome to the ranch, Y/N.” He smiled softly, continuing to walk the other way. I let out a huff of breath, smiling widely as I walked into the house, going into Nick’s room, grabbing my bag. I stopped my actions when I heard the front door open as it slammed shut a few seconds later.

“Jesus Christ.” I heard Nick mutter followed by silence as I bit my lip softly. I opened the bedroom door quietly, sticking my head out as I saw him sitting on the couch, his head hung back.

I started walking closer to him, crossing my arms as I leaned against the counter. “Fancy seeing you here, Clark.” I chuckled and he jumped, looking towards me. He let out a throaty laugh, getting up off the couch, strolling towards me.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, grinning down at me as I shrugged, biting my lip.

“Well I’m gonna say that I live here now?” I smiled, placing one of my hands on his chest, rubbing it softly. Nick’s eyes glanced down at my hand before looking back at my eyes. He brought one of his hands to my face, caressing my cheek before pressing his lips to mine.

I let out a gasp, pulling away from him immediately, looking at him with wide eyes. We stared at each other for a few seconds before I wrapped my arms around his neck, connecting our lips together again. My fingers ran through his hair as his lips moved against mine, tilting his head to the side a bit. His hands rested on my waist, pushing me against the wall, dragging his lips against mine, feeling his breath hit my face.

“I certainly didn’t expect that to happen.” I whispered against his lips, hearing him chuckle as his thumb rubbed my clothed skin.

“I don’t know what it is about you, but you’re mine now. All mine…” Nick whispered, moving a piece of hair out of my face.

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gokailyger84 · 7 years

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in-universe prompt: ninja b/rian has been having a rough time (you can decide why) so he tries to meditate to get his mind off the bad stuff but it keeps coming back to him, ending up with him getting semi flashbacks to being berated at the ninja clan for not being able to hold his emotions in check. As he's starting to dissociate in a panic, danny just happens to walk in on him and manages to calm him down and convince him that he's awesome just the way he is

This got long

@sin-grumps

Nin/ja Brian nudged open the door to his darkened bedroom.

His feet dragging, he walked slowly to his attached bathroom. He squinted as he flipped the light switch and his eyes were blinded by the fluorescent lights. He waited a moment for his eyes to adjust.

Stepping up to the mirror, he looked at his reflection. His usually piercing steel blue eyes, looked dull and lifeless. Ni/nja Brian sighed, tearing his eyes away.

He then walked over to his shower. Turning it on, he began to strip himself of his blood-soaked ninja gi, tossing each piece into a pile on the floor. He knew he was probably getting blood on the floor but at the moment he couldn’t care less.

Stepping into the shower, he closed his eyes letting the heated water wash over him. The blood flowing down the drain. He didn’t even flinch at the sting the water caused from his newly acquired wounds. He had long gotten used to it.

Grabbing his body wash, he proceeded to scrub himself of the dirt, grime and lingering blood. An earthly scent rose to meet his nostrils. It wasn’t a smell he particularly cared for, Danny being the one who had bought it. Something about it complimenting him. But it helped hide his scent when he was out, so Nin/ja Brian had no complaints.

Stepping out of the shower, he dried off and grabbed one of the black and yellow kimonos, Danny insisted on him having. Ni/nja Brian ignored the usual feeling of wrongness, as he tied the sash together.

He then went back to the sink and looked once again in the mirror. His reflection glaring back at him. N/inja Brian’s frown deepened at the new cuts on his face. He was getting sloppy. Swallowing thickly, he felt a sting on his neck. He tilted his head up and there on his throat scar was thin vertical cut going through it.

An image of a knife, slowing approaching flashed through Ni/nja Brian’s mind. He shut his eyes quickly, shaking his head. Trying to get rid of the image. He couldn’t let this control him any longer. He was stronger than this. Ni/nja Brian took a few breaths, calming himself down. He then pulled out some saline solution and began the process of cleaning and bandaging his wounds. Once finished he looked himself over. Satisfied, he turned the lights out and reentered his bedroom.

He could feel fatigue washing over him. His eyes heavy with weariness. He shouldn’t have went out tonight. Lately, Nin/ja Brian had been mentally exhausted. Nightmares keeping him up. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a decent amount of rest.

Dealing with a group of rogue ninjas, didn’t help. Not to mention that a few of them had been from Nin/ja Brian’s old clan. The one before he joined Danny’s. One of the ninja’s had actually recognized N/inja Brian and taunted him. Asking him if he’d stopped being a gay, emotional weakling.

The ninja loudly recounted what happened in the past to his companions. How Ni/nja Brian was forced to reveal his sexuality in front of the entire camp. It didn’t matter that he was a strong ninja. Stronger than most at the camp. His reputation meant nothing. The elders ordered him into “corrective training” sessions. A session that was more torture, than training.

Nin/ja Brian was mocked and beaten daily. Forbidden to fight back, less he wanted to be kicked out. His “trainers” got a kick out of seeing him weak and bloody at their feet. They thrived off the feeling it gave them. One of his abusers even got carried away and slit his throat, taking away his voice and nearly killing him. When he recovered, N/inja Brian was put into isolation. No longer allowed to continue training, stripped of his ninja status.

Left behind and forgotten.

It wasn’t until Danny’s clan had attacked during the clan wars, was Ni/nja Brian able to escape.

Having those memories forcibly shoved back into his face, had caused something within Ni/nja Brian to snap. He ferociously attacked the ninjas. His mind filled with hatred and blood lust. The battle had been long and hard but he prevailed. After disposing of the bodies, Ni/nja Brian begun the long trek home.

Nin/ja Brian sat down on the edge of his bed. He leaned forward, resting his head in his hands. His mind was in disarray. Intrusive thoughts filling him to his core. He needed to clear his mind.

Sliding off the edge of the bed, Ni/nja Brian crossed his legs. Placing his hands flat onto his knees, he closed his eyes. His breathing slowed as he entered into a meditative state. The small surrounding sounds of the house decreasing until eventually vanishing completely. The feeling of the plush rug against his bare legs fading. He could feel his thoughts steadily flowing out, leaving his mind calm and empty. Ni/nja Brian sat there deep in mediation. Present, past, and future no longer a factor. Time no longer had any meaning. Just peaceful silence.

Nin/ja Brian swallowed.

A stab of pain from his throat shooting straight to his brain. The memories slamming back into him all at once. Nin/ja Brian gasped for air, his eyes widening. He grabbed at his throat.

He could feel the cool steel of the blade sliding across. The wetness of the blood flowing out down his chest. The panic of not being able to breath. The gurgling wet sound, he could hear with each difficult breath he took. The taunting he could hear in the background.

“Just what you deserve!” “Fucking weakling!” “Look at him!” “Pathetic!” “Can’t believe I ever looked up to him.” “No one wants you!” “Just die!”

Ni/nja Brian could feel tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. He had to calm down. He knew he was trapped. Trapped in his own mind. His memories. He couldn’t get out! He had to! Had to get away! But how?

“-ian?”

What was that?

“Brian?”

Who was calling him?

“BRIAN!”

Nin/ja Brian’s body jerked, as he felt two large hands on his shoulders shaking him. His surroundings began to distort. The angry faces of his former ninja companions disappearing, Danny’s worried face replacing them.

“Come on, Brian! Breath! Breath with me!”

Ni/nja Brian kept his eyes on the blurry image of Danny as he forced himself to match his controlled breathing. A few moments passed before his breathing evened out, returning to normal.

Danny watched as awareness came back into Ni/nja Brian’s wide, fear filled eyes. Ni/nja Brian stared up at him, as if he was surprised to see him. Surprised that he was there.

“Brian. A-are you okay?” He asked, not bothering to hide his concern.

He had heard Nin/ja Brian come in a few hours ago. The scent of blood also alerting him to his return. It wasn’t out of the ordinary. There were still random times, Ni/nja Brian would come across ninjas searching for them or more likely, Nin/ja Brian going too far with his vigilante ways. Pretty normal stuff for him.

What was odd, was that Ni/nja Brian had cleaned himself up almost immediately and hadn’t come down for dinner. Danny was curious but decided to wait it out. Ni/nja Brian was a complex person and didn’t seem too keen on Danny showing him any concern. Typically, shutting down and telling Danny, he was fine.

He had held out for as long as he could until he sensed N/inja Brian’s chakra spike. Nin/ja Brian usually kept his presence completely masked. The only times Danny was able to sense him was if he was in battle or in some kind of distress.

Rushing up the stairs, Danny came to find Ni/nja Brian in the midst of a panic attack on his floor. He had rushed to his side, ignoring the fact that Nin/ja Brian was wearing only a kimono and no mask. Another oddity.

Danny carefully pulled his partner into his arms, meeting no resistance. N/inja Brian was still holding onto his neck, just a light grip, not the frantic clutching from earlier. Danny winced. He now had an idea of what happened. Something had triggered Ni/nja Brian’s past memories. Memories from his ninja clan, before he met Danny. Memories he had wanted to forget.

Shifting onto the floor, Danny pulled Ni/nja Brian into his lap. Ni/nja Brian either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Danny then wrapped an arm around him, pulling Nin/ja Brian’s head down onto his shoulder.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked quietly.

Nin/ja Brian didn’t answer right away. The two of them sat silently in the darkness of his room. The moon shining through the partially opened curtains of the window, their only source of light. After a few minutes, Nin/ja Brian’s hand slowly released his neck.

“I’m a failure.” He signed. Danny was about to protest but Ni/nja Brian shook his head. “It’s true. I’m too emotional. I can’t ever be a normal ninja. I can’t even be a normal human.”

Danny frowned. He knew exactly what Ni/nja Brian meant. Afterall, it was Danny who found him locked up the night his clan had attacked. Ni/nja Brian was in terrible condition. Malnourished and infected wounds. It was a wonder he hadn’t died, that he held on for so long. Danny knew of what that clan had done to him. It took some time but Nin/ja Brian opened up to him, letting his savior know what happened.

Danny had been disgusted that such a backwards thinking clan existed. As much as he was coming to hate violence and killing, he was glad his clan had attacked. Danny had taken care of Ni/nja Brian, getting him back to full health and talked his clan’s elders into taking him in. The only catch was that Ni/nja Brian was Danny’s responsibility. A duty, Danny didn’t mind.

Danny leaned his head onto Nin/ja Brian’s, wrapping his other arm around him. He sighed heavily.

“I know you don’t care to hear it, Bri. But the way you are is fine. You don’t have to fit someone’s idea of a perfect ninja or a person. We are all humans. Nobody is perfect. We are all flawed in some way. What you’ve been made to…forced to believe is not true. Your emotions, your sexuality doesn’t make you any less important than anyone else. You are an awesome and amazing person and I’m proud to have you as my best friend.”

Danny waited for Ni/nja Brian to reply but it looked like he wasn’t going to. Danny held back another sigh. Ni/nja Brian had a lot of emotional scars. The internalized homophobia didn’t help. Danny wasn’t sure how he could truly help. Nin/ja Brian had his acceptance and friendship.

What else could he offer him? Something to make Ni/nja Brian feel okay and comfortable with who and what he was. Until he could figure it out, all Danny could do was be there for him. Ni/nja Brian then looked up at Danny, his lips spreading into a small smile.

“Thank you, Danny…I’m glad you’re here.”

Danny gasped lightly, feeling the way his chest tightened, his insides warming at the gentle countenance of Ni/nja Brian.

Maybe, just maybe Danny had something he could offer to Ni/nja Brian after all.

#asks #others prompts #ninja ship party #nsp in-universe #polygrumps #my fics #i borrowed heavily from your headcanons #text post

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Big Dick Godzilla

My first fic in a real long time so I’m sorry if it isn’t that good. I just love in universe n.s.p and I got many headcanons about it. It’s also on my AO3.

The world shimmered and for a moment, Danny didn’t know where the fuck he was. Flashes of yellow, brown and black had the man confused. The ringing in his head didn’t help either. He might have even been bleeding. He wasn’t sure. He didn’t tend to keep track of his injuries since he couldn’t die and all. At least, not in a traditional sense. There were a few artefacts that could kill him but he highly doubted that he’d been stabbed with the Lost Sword of the Asteros Clan.

At least, he hoped he hadn’t. That would suck.

Slowly, bits and pieces came back to him. The year was 2451, Danny’s pin number that he’d wanted to see was anything. Turns out it was big dicked Godzilla. Who was not happy to have various dick jokes made about it. But, come on, the lizard was asking for it.

He could remember Ninja Brian alternating between keeping an eye on Godzilla and turning to glare at him. Maybe if he’d stopped, he wouldn’t have been kicked halfway across the fucking city. Now he was black and blue and no women would ever want to fuck him like this. Not when it had looked like he had just come from some BDSM kinda deal.

Ninja Brian wasn’t there. That, more than anything, got him to push himself to his feet. His ex-student was nowhere to be seen and he could hear the sounds of fighting still. He had to move. If he didn’t, he could lose his closest friend.

Which was easier said than done. Each step was agony and he hated that while he couldn’t die, he healed super fucking slowly. But he focused. Channelled the smallest sliver of the old ninja he had once been. Pain was secondary to the objective. His objective? Protect Ninja Brian like the other had protected him.

Sure, Ninja Brian could defend himself happily. Sometimes he even needed to go to a special planet Danny had found of weird semi-sentient jello shits and just murder for a while. But he could die. Unlike Danny, he hadn’t been in the clan long enough to warrant the gift. Not that Danny saw it as a gift. He saw it as watching his best friend grow older while he remained the same.

And if Danny lost him before he died at like one hundred…He wasn’t sure he’d know what to do with himself.

The city was a wreck. Half broken buildings teetered on falling and he wasn’t sure how some were still standing. But he focused. No distractions.

Finally, he heard the sound he’d wanted to hear. The sound of metal hitting flesh. He saw the ninja trying to take the monster down but he couldn’t get to the weak point he’d pointed out earlier. Not when the monster had its’ full focus on the smaller but faster ninja.

“Hey, Lizard Fuck!” Danny shouted, picking up a rock and throwing it so it smacked the Godzilla like thing right in the eye. Probably not his smartest move but hey, it distracted the thing so he counted it as a win.

Big Dick Godzilla turned to look at the other and screamed out a growl as it swiped at him. He barely ducked out the way and he could see Ninja Brian debating between saving him or going for the weak spot.

“I got this!” He did not have this but he had to at least attempt to have it. The ex-ninja still had some tricks from his old days that he could employ. As the monster swung again, he jumped out the way and made it punch hard into the concrete of the floor which shattered under the weight.

The monster howled in pain and it was totally focused on the curly haired man who had caused it harm. Danny kept antagonising the beast, refusing to let it focus back on Ninja Brian who was scaling the monster to get to the weak spot. A few more seconds and he would have it.

It was when Ninja Brian was nearly bucked off from a swipe at Danny that the singer realised that he’d have to stay still for the ninja to get there. He had to get hit. And he wasn’t sure if this would kill him. He really didn’t want to come back to life today. It was itchy and he tended to just be sleepy as fuck and Ninja Brian teased him for his vulnerability while in that state.

Being hit once by a giant lizard claw? Not fun. Twice? It really fucking sucked. He bit back a yell so not to divert Ninja Brian and he felt his back connect painfully with a building. And then a wall. And then the other side of the building.

How poetic. He was back where he’d started. Lying in a sprawled mess of broken bones and only hearing the sounds of Ninja Brian stabbing into the beast. But this howl was longer. More in pain. And followed by a loud thud.

It was dead.

No sooner had the thud finished resonating off the buildings that were still standing that the ninja was at Danny’s side. His hands were moving quickly with questions but Danny just gagged and that was enough for the other to get it. He wasn’t okay.

Ninja Brian had done this many times before. He’d lifted the other from battle ever since the man had renounced his Ninja ways and made them both traitors. Though, he hadn’t ever forced the ninja to go. Ninja Brian couldn’t leave Danny’s side. The man was his teacher. His mentor. His best friend. He wouldn’t just leave him to his own devices after the other had said that he would not hold a katana again.

The walk back to the ship was fast. Thank god that Ninja Brian kept up training his flash steps. Otherwise, Danny might have died before they got back. Danny expected Ninja Brian to take him back to the medbay but instead he walked into the singer’s room.

“B-Brian?” His voice cracked with pain as he was laid out on his own bed. The ninja just looked at him.

“You have to die.”

“But I-I don’t w-want to.” He almost whined.

“You’re too hurt. You know flying through two buildings would kill a human. This way you’ll heal faster.”

The ex-ninja knew he was right but he hated it. He’d always hated dying. The feeling of a heart beating its’ last wasn’t comfortable by any stretch of the imagination. But it would let him come back fully healed, albeit sleepy as fuck.

“Fine.” He knew that despite the in-video deaths they’d done for the NSP videos, Ninja Brian didn’t enjoy killing him. It was more a means to an end. It was why he always wanted Danny’s consent. So, it wasn’t seen as an actual attempt to kill him. Rather a way of helping him.

The ninja had a specific knife for killing Danny. A sharp, small blade that would pierce the heart. It was a small injury but deadly enough to start the healing process. It was kept in Danny’s room for moments where the other was at death’s door but still too strong to actually go through it.

He did it quickly, not wanting to draw out more pain for Danny. A quick stab into the chest, a gasp of pain and a few gargled breaths before nothing. Once the other’s heart had stopped beating, he removed the knife, cleaned it and replaced it in its’ place. He didn’t want the other to have some infection coming back. While neither was sure it could happen, it was better safe than sorry.

Ninja Brian then moved onto the other things he had to do for the other while he healed. He peeled off the bloody clothing that was more tatters than actual clothing. They had more clothes. One ruined outfit meant nothing. He threw them in the trash and made his way into the bathroom. He grabbed a bucket from the cupboard under the sink and filled it was lukewarm water and a sponge.

While Danny’s wounds would heal, he would still be bloody. And with how sleepy he’d be, a shower was asking for trouble. He saw beside the other and slowly cleaned off his face and chest where the main injuries were. Already he could see the skin healing over. The bruises going through an advanced stage of healing.

The water in the bucket turned from clear to a murky brown colour fast but the ninja didn’t bother changing it. That would only mean that Danny would probably wake up and knock it over. He just kept cleaning the worst of it off. After the other slept, it could be washed off.

Once he was finished, he emptied the bucket into the sink and threw the sponge away. Again, to protect Danny against infection. They had been doing this for many years and he had learnt the best way to care for Danny when he was going through this.

He was just walking back in when the other’s chest heaved and a loud gasping breath drew oxygen into Danny’s lungs. A small sound of confusion was the signifier that he’d come back awake and not asleep. That was always a random variable that Ninja Brian couldn’t guess. Danny didn’t know what made him come back what way. It was too much of a blur.

The ninja flash stepped over to Danny’s side and the sight of his best friend made Danny smile his big stupid vulnerable smile that Ninja Brian would never admit to loving. He tucked Danny in softly, making sure not to make it so he’d overheat and he took his seat on the other side of the bed.

Another part of the ritual. Watch over Danny’s first sleep after coming back. Sometimes, weird shit happened and if Danny was alone for it he was either freaked out or unable to breathe. Those moments were the ones Ninja Brian hated the most about the whole process. Danny would wake, terrified from some nightmare and his body would be frozen and locked in fear.

He would watch over Danny and protect him from every monster. Real or imagined.

#in universe nsp #ninja ship party #my fics

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