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astro-rain · 3 years

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delicate; b.barnes

chapter eight - “hovel, sweet hovel”

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word count: 2k

synopsis: bucky and y/n arrive the shelter and take a look at what it has to offer.

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

[A/N]: what would you like to see happen next? let me know! (p.s. this is what i pictured the shelter/hovel to look like)

"I think this is it," Bucky said, looking forward at the structure in front of them.

"That's the 'shelter?'" Y/N huffed, hopelessly annoyed.

They had been walking and jogging on and off for forty-five minutes straight. Her feet killed.

"We're... gonna die."

"We are not gonna die, Y/N."

"Look at it! That is a hovel!"

"Well, inside's better than outside," Bucky retorted. "At least no one will see us if we're in there. It looks abandoned, they'll assume it actually is.”

She sighed and followed behind Bucky into the shelter. It was a one story stone structure that looked so old and weathered. It... looked like a shed. An old ass stone shed. She briefly wondered if Wakanda had a storm season because she was almost certain this thing wouldn't withstand it.

The door let out an anticipated squeak, and she was just as disappointed to see the inside as she was the outside. Bucky put the bags down and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah... this... isn't great..."

It was just as small as it seemed. And empty. Mostly. There were a few withered shelves with dusty pots and bowls, and an even more withered attempt at a table. There was what looked like a furnace in one corner with old, rotted wood in it. The wooden floor creaked under their steps.

The whole place felt like a ghost: desolate, ancient, and lonely. Except for one peculiar thing...

"Bucky?" she beckoned.

"Hm?"

(Y/N) hadn't noticed it when she first entered, but in the middle of the table sat a small, shiny, black panther figurine. It posed on all fours, looking ferociously up at her. It looked so out of place in contrast of the eternal layer of dust on everything else.

"What is this?" she asked reaching for the one thing that didn't match.

When her hand wrapped around it, energy surged into her skin. It felt almost... alive.

"(Y/N) what-" Bucky was cut off by a sound that startled them both.

In the corner across from the furnace, a section of the floor starting moving. Wood on wood on stone was not a good sound. Nonetheless, in mere seconds, there was an opening, and if (Y/N) leaned forward, she could see stairs!

Both of them remained still, feet planted on the creaky floor. They immediately looked at each other.

"What did you do?"

"I'm... not sure. I think I opened it."

(Y/N) smirked.

"What?" Bucky asked, confusion clearly evident in his tone.

"I should've known," (Y/N) shook her head. "Shuri wouldn't have led us here unless there was something more."

She held the panther figurine as she walked towards the opening.

"Wait," he grabbed her arm. "We don't know that Shuri knew that was here. What if it's a trap?"

"A trap from who? I don't think anyone knows we're here except Shuri."

"I don't know. J-Just let me go first."

"Alright. After you, oh wise one," she acquiesced, voice sarcastic but endearing all the same.

Bucky tried to suppress a chuckle. "Smartass. You're the wise one."

She tried to go down the stairs, letting him go first, but apparently that wasn't enough.

"Wait, just let me go look around and I'll holler when it's all good."

"Holler? Who says holler?"

"Me. Wait here."

"Fine," she made a show of pointedly plopping down on the top step, still and waiting as he requested.

It only took about ten seconds.

"Woah..." his voice came from far away.

"What is it?!" (Y/N) leaned forward.

"You were right! Come down, you gotta see this!"

She wasted no time... and standing beside Bucky, her jaw dropped.

"Holy..."

Beneath the ground was a significantly larger, way more modernized, and highly advanced survival shelter. All equipped with smaller versions of a table, chairs, and cabinets, along with a compact freezer and miniature stove, a chest, a closet, and two sets of bunk beds. Everything was clean and looked in optimal condition. There was even a rug.

"Shuri definitely didn’t leave you with nothing," Bucky commented, still taking it all in.

"-us with nothing," she corrected, retreating back up to the shed to get the bags.

Later in the day, (Y/N) got a handle on the panther key and how to use it to open and close the entryway to the bunker. Once she figured it out, she kept it closed, ensuring their concealment and maximizing their safety.

Bucky had found his way into the closet, listing off the contents to (Y/N) who sat on the floor, back up against one of the bunk bed legs. She was exhausted. Her body had been assaulted by adrenaline and strenuous mortal-danger-physical-activity. Bucky seemed to be fine, though. Curse that super soldier serum. His energy was always so high.

"...oh, and here's the bedding stuff. I don't know what this is, though."

(Y/N) lethargically leaned her head over to get a good view of the closet.

She chuckled. "That's a space heater...Oh! And next to it - that's a portable AC. Makes sense. I doubt they could get electric or plumbing out here."

And her head rolled back to center, eyes closing, body exhausted.

Bucky seemed to notice. "Hey, if you're tired, I can make the beds...or at least yours if you wanna sleep now."

(Y/N) stretched her legs straight out in front of her. "No, that's okay."

She wasn't about to force her one armed friend to make a bed for her. That's just rude. Especially after he carried those bags. She felt bad; she wished she had done more.

"Nah, I don't mind. It's not like I got anything else to do," he insisted, bringing the bedding over.

(Y/N) stood, body internally complaining in aching protest. She didn't really have the energy to expertly persuade him.

"Buck, it's fine." Her voice was faint.

He didn't even stop to hesitate, seemingly determined on the task. She thought it better to just give up and let him do his thing since he was so set on it. However, the sheet was fitted and there were pillow cases, not really one-arm friendly assets. He was struggling... very clearly. (Y/N) felt even worse.

He started moving quicker, frustration jerking his arm in quick, irritated bursts as he was trying to get the sheet to stay. There was still no success.

She stepped forward gently. "Bucky..."

"Damn it!" he hissed, slamming his hand on the bed frame before forcefully standing up. His hand went to his forehead, rubbing his eyes in disappointment.

(Y/N) was a statue. She had never seen him mad before; she had no idea what to do. Don't get her wrong, she wasn't scared, she just wasn't sure what to say.

"Can't fuckin' do anything," he muttered under his breath.

She finally moved forward. "Hey, forget the bedding, it doesn't matter-"

"Yes it does," he turned. "We're hiding from a collapsed regime and I can't even make a damn bed. Plus you've done so much for me, I just wanted to help with something. I just wanted to be able to do something."

Oh. Suddenly, his anger was gone. It was replaced with a miserable helplessness. It made her chest tight; she needed to fix this.

"Buck, you don't owe me anything. I'm here because I wanted to help, not because I was expecting anything in return. And I don't know what you've been paying attention to, but I watched you carry the majority of those - heavy - bags the entire way here while simultaneously figuring out the way to the shelter while my brain was momentarily smooth. You were the voice of reason in that chaos we just escaped from, and it's a damn good thing you were so calm because I don't know if I could have handled the panic of the both of us."

"You could've," he murmured. "And I wasn't calm, I'm just used to this. I was trained for situations like this."

No, she wasn't going to lose to deflection.

"Regardless, you were a huge help. Seriously."

He still didn't look convinced.

"In fact, I feel more safe here with you than I would with Shuri and the Queen. You're like a super soldier body guard."

A look washed over his face that (Y/N) couldn't quite place. He looked at her quizzically, like he was trying to figure something out.

"You... feel safer with me?"

"That's what I said, yes."

"You're not like... worried about..."

"The Winter Soldier? No."

He sighed. "How can you be so sure? You have no idea if or when I might... you know."

"We are literally the only people here, and I don't plan on saying the trigger words. So unless you plan on saying them, I don't really think we have anything to worry about. And, even if you did 'you know,' you could definitely get away with it and no one would find the body."

He turned bright red. "What?!"

"I'm kidding! Sorry. But Bucky, you've been doing so well with me and Shuri, and honestly the Hydra programming might not even be there anymore."

"But we don't know for sure!"

"Bucky..." she pleaded, turning her head slightly as to say what is this about?

"I can't trust my own mind," he sighed looking at the floor. "I just don't wanna do anything bad. It's just - weird that you don't seem to be worried at all."

"Why is that?"

"Everyone sees me as a monster."

The room was dead silent. He wasn't looking at her, but if (Y/N) looked at him any harder, she was sure she'd burn a hole through his head. How could anyone see this man as a monster? Logically, she understood what other people saw. But personally, she couldn’t find it in her to perceive him like that. It just didn’t work. All she could find was gentleness, compassion, and sincerity.

"I can't see you as something you're not," she said, whisper soft. "I don't care if you hands are 'scarred from murder' or however you said it a few sessions ago. I trust them entirely."

He finally looked up at her, his face filled with something she couldn't quite place. It looked a bit like disbelief and then it changed into relief and then something else entirely. A slow smile crept up on his lips.

"...hand."

"What?"

"My hand. Singular. Not hands."

A deep, deep smile - to match the one on Bucky - grew on her face just before the pair started cracking up ridiculously. Perhaps this was an odd way of releasing the tension, fear, frustration, and exhaustion of the day. Nevertheless, laughter was cathartic. It was so cathartic that eventually (Y/N) could hardly catch her breath and Bucky's stomach hurt. This went on for several minutes.

In time, they both calmed down. She didn't remember when exactly it happened, but they were both sitting on the floor now. They sat in between the two bunk beds, facing one another, each back leaning against a respective bedpost.

The atmosphere was different now, but not in a bad way. It felt like 2 a.m. at a sleepover, when the conversations get drowsily deep, with slow voices and honest confessions. It was heavy eyelids and low inhibitions.

A fresh wave of exhaustion washed over her. She let her head fall slack against the bedpost, resting.

"Bucky, what were sleepovers like in the forties?" she asked softly, eyes closing ever so delicately.

"Well," he started, getting into a story of his past with Steve and the couch cushions.

And that's how she fell asleep. Sitting on the floor, leaning against a bunk bed, and listening to his voice fade out into the background of her consciousness.

If only she knew how she would wake up: laying comfortably on one of the beds, with one blanket on top of her and another below her because he couldn't get the sheet to cooperate. With the pillowcase carefully draped atop the pillow instead of enveloping it because that's what one hand would allow. With the bed next to her being slept in with no blanket because he used his as the replacement for the sheet he couldn’t get to cooperate.

#bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky headcanon #marvel #steve rogers #bucky reader insert #bucky blurb #bucky drabble #bucky fic #marvel fanfiction #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #james bucky barnes

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b1acksw4n · 5 years

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Who Do You Love? Part 3

Genre: Hybrid!AU, highschool AU, some fluff, LOTS of angst, maybe some smut in future chapters

Pairings: Hybrid!Taehyung x Reader Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Hybrids were owned by humans and were viewed as pets. But what happens when hybrids are given a chance to be our equals. When Kim Taehyung a tiger hybrid transfers to your school, your whole world is flipped upside down. He’s mysterious, which draws you in. Jungkook doesn’t like the sudden interest you take in this hybrid...

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Sitting alone in your room you scrolled through

Instagram. Finding a picture of your ex Seokjin with his arm wrapped around a girl's waist, smiling brightly. You couldn't stop thinking about him. It hurt so fucking bad. God did it hurt. He was perfect. Too perfect. You really don't know when things began to fall apart. You two became quite distant, movie nights and once comforting and romantic cuddling sessions became a bit awkward and that's when you knew something was definitely wrong. You found out Jin cheated on you and was going behind your back with some upperclassman. You were completely heart broken.

~(Flashback)~

The day of the break up, you were all dolled up, ready to go on a date with Jin, and when he showed up at your door, your heart fluttered. But that giddiness soon turned to nervousness as Seokjin avoided your gaze then confessed everything to you. He called the date off and left you crying on your doorstep, makeup that you spent hours on prior to look nice for him was now running down your face. When you walked back inside, your phone started to ring, although you could barely hear it from how loud and pitiful your crying was. Jungkook, your best friend, was indeed calling you. You instantly hit 'Decline' not wanting him to see you like this.

He called again and again. You knew he wouldn't stop until you answered so you sighed through your tears and hit accept with a shaky hand. "Aish YN! It took you four missed calls to answer your best friend?! I'm not that annoying am I?" He said teasingly, not prepared nor aware of what was about to occur. You stifled a sob, curling up in a tight ball. The phone laying right next to you on the floor, Jungkook on speaker. "O-Oh my god what's wrong?! What happened?! Tell me." He went from concerned to angry and upset in a matter of seconds. "J-Jin." You cried harder, hugging yourself tighter. "What the fuck did that asshole do?" Jungkook grunted, hearing shuffling coming from the phone you could tell he was getting up and getting ready to go to your house. "Kookie.. I-I'll be fine d-don't do anything.."

"Too late. I'm already here." He had a key to your house since you guys were close and he let himself in. He ended the call, his gaze immediately landing on your shaking figure. He could see you were still dressed up like you were supposed to go out and his dark thick brows furrowed as he gently pulled you into his strong firm hold. His muscular arms holding you securely as you cried into his chest. "You deserve better than this you know.." He gently rubbed your lower back in a relaxing circular motion, kissing your temple.

Crying softly, you clung to his strong figure. "He's a dick. I'm seriously going to beat his ass YN. I don't care if he's older than me. He fucking hurt you." His voice didn't sound as playful and teasing as it usually did. He sounded livid. "Kookie.... d-don't.." You looked up at him with pleading eyes, your hair a mess and tears streaming down your cheeks.

He lightly brushed your tears away with the pad of his thumb. He stared at your features for a moment with sparkling eyes before carefully standing up and carrying you to your bedroom. He was so strong that it was practically nothing for him to do. "You need to rest, love.." Grabbing one of his t shirts you had at your house, he handed it to you and a pair of pajama shorts. "Change into this and get some rest.. please.." He looked down at you, and a few minutes later you came back out with it on. Crawling into bed, you sniffled, getting under the covers. Jungkook got in after you, pulling you close to him, his muscular chest pressed against your back.

"Don't worry.. you're safe with Kookie.." The brunette said tiredly, his grip unintentionally getting tighter. His scent was all you could smell and it lulled you to sleep and you were so thankful to have a best friend like Jungkook.

~(Flashback End)~

You stared at your phone screen feeling numb. It had been 2 months and you still weren't doing that great. Jungkook was such a great guy and here you were still hung up over Seokjin. Jin already had someone new and he looked so happy without you. You almost felt guilty. Were you leading Jungkook on? You never meant to, you'd never in your life want to hurt Jungkook. You still couldn't believe till he had feelings for you.. He meant the whole world to you.

It was a Thursday afternoon and you were watching some random boring game show on TV, eating some buttered popcorn. Tomorrow, Taehyung and you would be studying together at your house. Monday's, Wednesday's and Friday's you and Taehyung were supposed to study together. Tomorrow would be the very first day and you were kind of nervous to be honest. You hoped it wouldn't be too awkward. Since he's coming over after school you decided to clean your room up a bit.

Pushing yourself up and off the couch, lazily reaching for the remote, you turned off the TV. Throwing away the empty buttery popcorn bag, you went upstairs to your room. Your stairs felt endless at the moment from the excessive laziness you've been feeling lately. Your lower calves were already slightly burning from it. Putting on some music, you started cleaning your somewhat messy room. You organized your clothes, neatly putting them in each designated drawer.

You vacuumed your fluffy white carpet from the thick black fur your cat always seemed to leave behind as evidence she lounged around all day. Put all the empty water bottles and dishes away. Took your trash out and overall did a pretty deep and thorough clean. You didn't want Taehyung thinking you were some unorganized slob.. even though you weren't sure why you seemed to care so much. Well.. first impressions are pretty important right?

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You quickly got dressed, getting ready to go to school. You grabbed your bag, walking to school. Jungkook waved to you and you approached him, entering the large school building. "Hey.. are you alright YN? You seem pretty quiet.." Jungkook thoughtfully looked down at you. You nodded slightly, staring at the ground as you walked. You already worried Jungkook enough.. Maybe he'd drop it if you just kept avoiding the question. "You can tell me.." Jungkook took your hand and gently held it in his much larger one. He was so caring to you. Although with other people he seemed rude and a bit off putting.

"It's just Jin.. I'll be fine Kookie.. don't worry too much about it." You looked back at him as you walked ahead of him a few feet. You weren't paying attention and once again your face hit a familiar hardness. Taehyung's chest. You bumped into him again. "Well this wouldn't be the first time this happened." Taehyung chuckled a bit, looking down at you, one of his soft fluffy ears drooped. You smiled up at him, ruffling his messy soft locks. Since when was Taehyung this outgoing? This is the longest sentence he's ever said to you!

"Are you ready for our study session after school today?" You took a step back so you could see him clearly since you two were so close, almost forgetting about Jungkook. Jungkook had an agitated expression on his.. well perfectly structured face. His dark brown brows furrowed as his once soft eyes were now narrowed in a displeasing manner. "Yep! Can't wait." Taehyung exclaimed with a cute toothy grin on his face, his sharp canines now visible. "Me too." You smiled, gave him a small shy wave and walked away with Jungkook to class. "You're so rude Jungkookieee.." You pouted a bit, looking up at him. He only grunted, feeling his chest tighten in possessiveness as he wrapped his arm around you.

Jin walked past and you stiffened in Jungkook's hold. Jin glanced at you, and Jungkook glared at him. Your heart was racing and you avoided eye contact was Jin. Truth was, Taehyung had found out about what Jin had done to you. He had already took a disliking to him. Taehyung was very fond of you. You just seemed very gentle and caring to him, and it made him feel safe. As a hybrid, he was constantly being degraded and beaten. He had a scar that went right over his left eye and over his cheek, although you never asked him about you, you sure had an idea.

Sitting down at your desk in math class, Jungkook sat right behind you, occasionally whispering things in your ear, every time the teacher turned his back. Jungkook's soft hushed whispers sent shivers down your spine. "We have another new student. Her name is Jennie. Make her feel welcome everyone." The teacher announced, snapping you back into reality. Another new student? Jennie waved and took her seat. Right next to Jungkook. She kept looking at you two, with a rather questionable look on her face. She looked so familiar but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. 'Have I seen her before?' You thought staring at her a second too long. Jennie looked up and met your gaze, smiling. You The teacher was talking but in the midst of his lecture the bell rang. He dismissed everyone even though people were already scrambling to get their books and left the classroom. It was lunch, that's why everyone was in such a hurry.

You went to your locker to put your things away and Jungkook did the same. You both met up at his locker and you felt a delicate hand tap you on your shoulder. "This is so embarrassing.. but I need help opening my locker.. I'm not used to the combination." It was Jennie. "Of course! I'm YN by the way I'm sorry I never really introduced myself." You smiled, following her as she led you to the location of her locker. Jungkook was close behind, considering he seemed to think he was your personal bodyguard or something like that.

"The combination is 45 - 16 - 0." Jennie explained. You put it in and on your first try you opened it with ease. "Thank you so much." She chirped. "No problem. Do you want to sit with my friends and I at lunch?" You asked thoughtfully. You knew how it felt to be new and not know anyone so you wanted to make her feel less awkward and alone. She nodded and followed you and Jungkook to the cafeteria. You went through the agonizing process of waiting in the extremely long line of hungry hormonal teenagers. Finally, the three of you got your food, and walked back to your table. Where Hoseok had been waiting for you with a lunch he brought from home.

Soon all four of you were hitting it off. Jennie was really funny and pretty outgoing once you guys got her out of her shell. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad having another girl around to talk to. You were kind of nervous but apprehensive about the study session with Taehyung. Especially with Jungkook probably attempting to interfere with that ridiculous hatred of his, he had for the hybrid.

#bts #bts fanfic #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #hybridtaehyung #hybrid #tiger hybrid #jealousy #cute #bts x reader #jin #bts seokjin #jin is your ex #jungkook is your best frienf

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i-kaiwen · 5 years

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why didn't you, why didn't I, why couldn't we (I wonder why)

BNHA Angst Week 2019 @bnha-angst-week Day 1: Betrayal // Apologies

Pairing: BakuDeku

Link to Ao3 WC: 2,631 | Chapters: 1/1 [Complete, but with a sequel story coming out tomorrow]

Everyone just kept apologizing. Why did they keep saying that word? Sorry. Why were they sorry? He wasn't gone. He couldn't be gone.

He promised.

'Gulping in air, he tried to pull in oxygen. He felt like he was choking. Like there wasn't enough air in the world to sustain his lungs. Like the ground beneath his feet was going to swallow him whole, bringing him closer to the heavy void already building within his head. “He promised he wouldn't leave me!”'

It was total chaos.

Fires were burning, people were screaming, buildings were still toppling down.

Heroes were everywhere.

Heroes were nowhere to be found.

It hadn't been a villain that had created the havoc that overwhelmed the city. A villain they could predict to a certain point; figure out their moves and try to get out of dodge before a more serious injury occurred. It had been something completely unexpected. Something the Heroes couldn't stop with their quirks.

A magnitude 8.0 earthquake.

Some people, those with useful quirks and abilities, were able to keep themselves and those around them safe - whether they had braced against the forceful nature of the natural disaster or simply escaped the collapsing buildings entirely. Others weren’t so lucky, though, still trapped within the crumbling cement and shattered glass.

The rest...

Izuku didn’t have time to think about the rest at that exact moment. He needed to focus on those still alive and getting them to safety.

“Uravity, you alright over there?” Izuku called out as he came around to another area of destruction, pausing briefly to wipe his sweaty brow and catch his breath. Not far from where he had taken a moment to recuperate, the floating hero lifted large chunks of fallen debris high into the air, attempting to help civilians out of the wreckage. The rain had started falling, leaving a cold chill in the air as the rubble became slippery to touch, allowing only those with certain abilities to handle moving it such as Uraraka.

“Yeah, I'm okay!” She grunted, her face pale as she forced her quirk past her limits. She was clearly reaching a breaking point, hands shaking as she continued, but she refused to give up. She relaxed slightly as the last of the survivors made it out of the current building they had been working on, touching her fingers together gently before taking a moment to sit and breathe.. “What about you? I heard through the earpiece that part of the building landed on you! Where's Ground Zero?”

Thumbing back towards the building behind him, he wavered slightly, even as an exhausted grin covered his face. “Yeah, I’m fine! I think my head took most of the damage,” he said with a tired chuckle, pushing his damp curls from his forehead. “I think a metal pipe may have grazed me, but -”

“Heroes in and around Building C, please give your current location.” Their comms went off, Iida interrupting him mid-sentence as the two listened intently.

Kacchan was in Building C.

Looking towards Uraraka, he nodded as she glanced at him before responding for the both of them. “Deku and I are about fifty meters away. Looks like Todoroki is nearby as well…”

“Ground Zero and I are on our way back down towards the bottom floor.” Kirishima sounded winded as he made his presence in the conversation known. “Last of the civilians were evacuated safely a few minutes ago.”

Izuku heard Kacchan scoff from his end, snorting himself as he listened to his partner jump in. “Yeah, no thanks to you, Hair-For-Brains. You nearly dropped the ball on that one dumbass.”

“Bro, really? You had to bring that up right now?”

“Guys, can we please focus?” Iida cut back in. Izuku could almost hear him adjust his glasses in frustration at the banter between his associates and had to refrain from snickering. “How long before you reach your destination? The frame is showing to be unstable and we are concerned that it will not stand much longer.”

“It shouldn’t take too much more time - we’re close to the second floor, I think.”

Izuku breathed a sigh of relief, happy to hear that they were almost out and that he would be able to see his fiancé soon. It didn’t matter that they were both top tier Pro-Heroes or that they had both become accomplished in what they strived to do for a career. After too many close calls that year from both of them, he always felt better when Kacchan was within his sight.

Much to Kacchan’s annoyance.

Static began to crinkle in his ear, causing him to flinch as Kacchan’s voice came over the speaker briefly. “Shit -”

“Uh, that’s not good…”

“What’s going on?” Iida questioned, the hair rising on Izuku’s arms as he heard the tone of his voice, a slow shaking spreading among the rubble. Was it another earthquake?

Reaching up to click on the microphone, Izuku tried to ignore the feeling of the ground shuddering beneath him as he jumped in, feet already starting towards the structure. “Kacchan, what’s wrong? I’m on my way to you right now -”

“Deku, stay the fuck back, you hear me? This place isn’t stable and I don’t need you here to get underfoot. It’s bad enough I have to deal with Stupid Hair -”

He was cut off as Kirishima screams echoed over the earpiece. “Bakugou, look out -”

Silence rang over the comms for a hot moment before a rumbling sound arose from the building the two heroes were currently trying to escape from.

And then...

The building suddenly collapsed.

Eyes wide, Izuku could do nothing but watch in horror as the structure of metal quickly fell into itself, almost as if a vacuum was sucking all the air out from within.

Trapping Kacchan and Kirishima inside...

No.

Izuku froze for just a brief moment, hands reaching out as if he could make the clock stop ticking for a moment. Just as he started putting one foot in front of the other, getting ready to bolt, he was stopped. Firm arms wrapped around each of his arms and crossing over his shoulders to hold him in place. He tried to break free, shoving against his captors. He could feel the cool metal of Iida's armour on his left side - where the hell did he even come from? - and the warmth of Todoroki on his right. “Let me go!”

“Deku, we can't -”

“I need to get to Kacchan!”

“You must stay calm -”

“KACCHAN!” Izuku cried out, still trying to make a break out of the grip both Iida and Todoroki had on his arms, struggling even as the tears fell and blurred his vision. If he really thought about it, took a second to focus, he could break free. He could use just a small percentage of One For All and he’d be able to be right there. But at that moment, his ever-thinking brain couldn’t even draw up an ounce of his power to escape. “Kacchan, no! Let me go!”

“Deku, stop!” Something about the tone of Todoroki's voice made him hesitate in his struggles. There… was regret. An almost sadness to his tone. Something that Izuku never thought he would hear coming from the dual-quirk user in regards to Kacchan. “I’m sorry, Midoriya, but… there’s no way -”

He suddenly went limp in their arms, wheezing from exertion as he felt Uraraka come up next to the trio. He heard her softly mumble to the two currently holding him back, telling them to let him go even as the tears glistened in her own eyes. They did as she asked and slowly withdrew their arms, allowing him to stumble a few feet away from their grasp, shaking legs barely standing. Uraraka stayed next to them, allowing Izuku to get try and get a hold of himself on his own before speaking to him gently. “Deku. We need to - we need to go. You need to get checked out and... We can’t stay here.”

Izuku was appalled at her suggestion. Leave? There was no way in hell that he was leaving. “B-but… Kacchan. We have to go get him. He could be hurt - he could be dying!”

She sniffled, reaching up to wipe her eyes as she clearly forced herself to stay strong for her friend. “Deku… I-I don’t think… I’m so sorry. The entirely building, it fell. They didn’t - they didn’t have enough time to get out -”

“No! It’s not… it’s not true. It can’t be true! We finally - we finally got things straightened out. We f-finally got together!” A high sort of keening noise left his throat involuntarily, eyes blinded by the salty-liquid that was quickly building up. This wasn’t happening. This could not be happening. “We were finally together…”

Uraraka moved closer to the weeping boy, hand softly touching his shoulder. “Deku…”

“He said... He said he wouldn't leave,” Izuku whispered brokenly, arms wrapping around his head as he started to lose his footing, feeling Uraraka wrap her own around his waist quickly to steady his shaking form. The rain was finally beginning to let up, but it didn’t nothing to ease the pain.

“Deku...”

Gulping in air, he tried to pull in oxygen. He felt like he was choking. Like there wasn't enough air in the world to sustain his lungs. Like the ground beneath his feet was going to swallow him whole, bringing him closer to the heavy void already building within his head. “He promised he wouldn't leave me!”

“I know, sweetie,” Uraraka cooed gently, pulling him closer to her and tangling a hand into his messy curls as she attempted to comfort him. He clung to her tightly, arms moving to clutch at her back as he buried his face into her shoulder. God, the tears just wouldn’t stop. She made a soft shushing sound as she ran her fingers through his hair. “I know. I'm sorry.”

“He promised, Ochako.”

“I know.”

“He promised...”

“I'm so sorry.”

He couldn’t even feel the ground beneath his feet as despair welled up within him, the only thing keeping his body upright was that of the solid form of his best friend. How was he going to go on without him? His heart was tearing in two at the thought of it. Without his intention, his whole life had ended up revolving around Kacchan. He knew it wasn’t healthy. Knew that he should be able to function on his own. But this person, this man that had been in his life since he was diapers… was suddenly no longer there.

And he didn’t know what he was going to do.

What was he going to do without him?

There was a sudden explosion that erupted from the debris, followed by shouting. Izuku couldn’t bring himself to look; couldn’t bare the sight of the place that was now the grave to his lover. He kept trying to reason with himself in his head that other heroes had probably shown up and were trying to attempt a rescue. The only reason he even drew his eyes away from the wet patch he was currently sobbing into was due to the loud gasp that came from Uraraka. “No way,” the girl mumbled, fingers digging into the moist material of his costume.

Taking a chance, he looked up.

And he…

He saw…

He blinked in shock, emerald eyes going impossibly wide as tears still pooled and dribbled down his cheeks.

There was no way.

Emerging from rubble, seeming relatively unscathed, were the two heroes that were believed to be dead. Kirishima looked relatively unscathed, grinning brightly while he helped lift a slab of concrete away from his blond friend. Kacchan, if anything, looked mildly pissed and rather inconvenienced if they were to judge simply from his facial expression. Blood dripped from his hairline, bright red in the dim light despite the overcast conditions they were currently facing. Despite that, he seemed… okay.

“Damnit, shitty hair! Are you trying to fucking kill me?” Kacchan growled, rubbing his head as he glared hotly at the red-haired Hero.

“Sorry, man! Thought you had cleared my arm at that point. My bad,” Kirishima cheerily replied.

Izuku's tear-filled eyes widened, not believing the sight before him. He felt his body tremble, knowing very well that it wasn’t from the rain that still continued to fall around them.

Kacchan was alive.

Kacchan was -

The adrenaline in his body that rushed from helping rescuing people to Kacchan coming out of the rubble relatively unscathed finally crashed. He didn't realize he was falling until he heard Uraraka scream his name, her arms tightening around his waist as she tried to hold up his small but built body and failing as he fell to his knees. The world was spinning and quickly growing dark around the edges. He could feel a radiating pain near is abdomen, molten hot and painful.

Had he been injured?

He really couldn't remember...

Nausea built up, the world still tilting on its axis as he could feel the beginnings of bile come up his throat. Something was seriously wrong.

“What happened?”

“I-I don't know!” Uraraka cried, her heart beating frantically in his ear as he rested half conscious against her chest. He coughed heavily, eyes blinking heavily in surprise as he watched in a daze as red covered the ground below him. “He seemed okay, he was fine, and then he just collapsed-”

Iida interrupted her frantically. “Uraraka, what's that on your arm? Are you injured?”

“...Oh my god, that's... that's not mine!”

“Blood! He's injured!”

“What the hell - was he impaled -?”

“I didn’t know! I thought it had been from helping civilians!”

“Dammit, give him here!” He felt himself being transferred to warm, familiar arms, squinting hazily up at the dark sky above until a familiar face got directly within his eyesight. Burning crimson eyes stared back at him, a halo of dirty, messy blond hair overhead. He smiled faintly as he recognized the face hovering over his own. He could almost feel his consciousness fading. Kacchan was frantically eyeing him, clearly trying to assess the situation. “Fuck, where is all this blood coming from?! Deku, stay awake! Can you hear me? Deku!”

'Kacchan...'

“Someone find Recovery Girl – Deku, don't you dare go the fuck to sleep! Did he fucking tell anyone he was hit?!”

“He was in the middle of telling me that he caught the building with his head and that s-something had grazed him - he never said he had been impaled!” Uraraka’s voice went shrill and Izuku couldn’t almost hear her beginning to hyperventilate. He wanted to tell her he was okay - that he would be just fine, but he didn’t have the ability to form words anymore.

Kirishima piped in, his voice hitting pitches Izuku had never heard before as it shook. “Guys, something’s wrong-”

What did Kirishima mean? He was just tired. Everything was fine now. Kacchan… Kacchan was okay . Everything was going to be alright. He felt like he was floating, as if he were slowly becoming detached from his own body. But to him, it didn’t matter. He didn’t care that he could almost physically feel his eyes glaze over. He didn’t care that his legs were slowly going numb. He didn’t care about anything.

All that mattered as Kacchan was alive.

“He's seizing!”

That didn’t seem right… Couldn’t they see he was okay?

“Did he hit his head?!”

“A freakin’ building landed on top of him, apparently - I’m sure he must have at some point!”

“Someone call the medics!”

“Where is Recovery Girl?!”

It was getting harder to pinpoint who was who talking, even having trouble discerning the female from male voices. The only one that stuck out to him during the episode was Kacchan.

“Izuku, fuck - breathe, you idiot!” But he was breathing. Kacchan must be thinking of something else. He just wanted to go to sleep for a little while. He couldn’t keep himself awake anymore. He wished he could tell his partner that, but his tongue felt thick and heavy in his mouth. “Don’t you dare fucking die, you hear me? Izuku!”

'I'm sorry...'

“Stay with me, Izuku – Don't leave me!”

‘I’m so sorry.’

And he knew no more.

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