#i was messing around with rampage t and i didn’t even realise you could put them on the horse with you and then i ended up with this

[narcissasdaffodil]

20 for Lottie x Marisol, cuz i loved their oneshot! 💕💕💕

Thank you so much for the prompt! Recently sad stuff comes more naturally to me, so enjoy this one. This is the same verse as my oneshot.

So casually cruel in the name of being honest.

Marisol started to make her way upstairs to the roof terrace. She wanted desperately to have some time to herself, to sit with only herself for company.

She heard voices as she passed the bedroom, and ducked into the dressing room. The voices are coming from the roof terrace, and they float downstairs. The dressing room was the perfect vantage point to listen in on conversations from the roof.

“It isn’t worth it! Trying with Marisol that is. I should just focus on Gary, she’s just treating me like a puppet on a string, pulling me along and expecting me to follow her every word. You’re lucky to have Lucas, he’s honest and clear about his feelings for you. I wish Henrik stayed, maybe then I’d have another option.” Lottie snapped, her voice clear as a bell and obviously pissed off. But she’s the one who’s new to a relationship with a girl. Not you, you’ve done this before. Your only proper relationship with a girl was Olivia, and that ruined you, losing a friendship and a girlfriend all at once. How can she be so definite, and not scared of starting something new? You struggle with commitment, Olivia burnt you badly.

“You need to be more patient, Lottie. She isn’t like Lucas, and probably has a reason for struggling so much. Have you even thought of asking her? Of trying to understand her side. Love isn’t supposed to be easy, and when you decided to go down this route, I thought you realised that. If you wanted easy, you’d go for Gary.” Livia explained, trying to placate her a little bit. Lottie on a rampage was something difficult to solve, only Livia ever had any luck with her like this. Maybe you did make a mistake. Maybe being stuck pining for Livia would be far better than whatever this is.

“Oh please. She’s so fickle. And you keep making excuses for her, despite the fact she’s hopped from guy to guy like she’s collecting them or something. Nothing’s worked out at all, maybe because they can’t stand having her psychoanalyse them. I mean, she even tried for Lucas, but he turned her down, politer than she deserved. And you forgave her for that. I don’t get you sometimes.” Marisol could hear the sound of heels from the roof, likely Lottie pacing about. Fickle? It’s not your fault nothing has worked out for you. And you’re stuck in yet another friendship couple, with Bobby. The same person who tried to get Livia interested in him by getting her involved in Operation Nope, and pretended to be offended when she was offended by it. He even tried to get you involved. Maybe he’s also sick of you, you wouldn’t be surprised. The only person you really have is Livia, and she has Lottie for a best friend so you’re only second rate to her too.

Marisol took in a deep breath and fiddled with a loose curl of hair. She could feel tears pricking behind her eyes, what Lottie was saying hurt.

“You’re being too harsh. What if she heard you talking like this about her? I know I’d be considerably pissed. Also I forgave her for Rocco, and the Lucas thing, I wouldn’t take either back also. Both her and Lucas apologised to me about that, Lucas didn’t need to, it wasn’t his fault she liked him. The fact both of them were open and honest about it made me respect them more. It takes guts to be honest about something.” Livia sighed audibly. You chose to put all your love on the wrong person it appears. Maybe you don’t know for sure if Livia would have reciprocated it, but asking her even if she turned you down in the way Lucas did would have worked out well compared to this mess with Lottie. The way she’s treating you is completely wrong, she still keeps coming for you, and everyone else lets her do it. There’s only two people who keep defending you, Livia and Lucas and you don’t understand why Lucas is doing it.

“She’s not the type to eavesdrop. Besides, I don’t really care as I regret wasting my time on her. I know she even voted Henrik out too, after the little bait and switch you had to do to keep Lucas. I don’t blame you for it, but part of me thinks I’d have been better with Henrik. She wouldn’t even have needed to tell you if she hadn’t stabbed you in the back. Not even Priya, after her stunt with Noah, wastes her time with Marisol, and Hope stays clear too. That does say something in my eyes. She’s alone for a reason, not even Bobby likes her and he likes everyone. That’s something you need to realise, how she’s completely bad news.” Lottie laughed, the sound harsh and scratching at Marisol’s ears. Wasting her time on you? That’s not the first time someone has said that, but even Olivia wasn’t so obvious when she gave up on you. Or quite as quick. You did vote Henrik out, but that was in a desperate attempt to keep Rocco, even if your decision might fuck Livia over. Thankfully she saw that coming, and actually understood your reasoning. There’s a reason you prefer your own company, you can’t betray yourself. You must deserve to be alone, it’s far safer that way. Apart from Livia, who likely only pities you.

“Wow. You’ve changed your tune. You’ve gone back to the same you were when Roccogate happened, I did hope you’d grown as a person since then. She hasn’t even hurt you, or done anything to you.” Livia appeared frustrated by her tone alone. Marisol wanted so desperately to just leave the room, but as she tried to get up from her seat at the dressing table, her knees buckled under her weight, which caused her to sit down hard on the chair. Her vision blurred with tears and she removed her glasses, watching the mascara tears drip down her cheeks in the mirror. Lottie’s broke your heart in the blink of an eye, you don’t matter to her one bit.

“Whatever. I’m not going to go over old ground with you yet again. I’ve got over it, so why haven’t you? These shoes are killing me, so I’m going to change them then find Lucas. Don’t follow me.” Livia made her way to the door, the sounds of her heels echoing against the roof.

“But!” Lottie protested.

“But nothing. You tell me that you’re not a bad person, but you turn on people so quickly. You lash out at everyone, apart from me. It appears I haven’t earned a place on your bad list so far. You’re a cruel person, Lottie. Especially in the way you talk about Marisol. I bet you wouldn’t like it if Mari was talking about you that way, yet you easily do it to her.” Livia replied while making her way downstairs. Lottie doesn’t respond to that comment, and the dressing room is silent apart from the sound of heels, and Marisol’s sobs. She is cruel. You can’t love someone like that, who’s casually cruel in the name of being honest. She has it out for you specifically too. It really hurts.

Marisol heard the click of the door, and looked over to see Livia making her way inside.

“Marisol? I didn’t know you were in here. Are you okay?” Livia’s eyes widen at the sight of her, and Marisol feels like she must be quite a mess for Livia to act that way. She stood on shaky legs and wrapped her arms around Livia, unable to speak. She hid her face in the taller girl’s shoulder, and let go her emotions entirely. Her throat has a persistent lump in it, and she can’t speak past it. Livia stroked her hair gently and the simple motion is enough to ground her, to make her feel less awful. She stayed in the same position until she calmed down enough to look at Livia.

“I...I heard both of you talking. I heard it all, I guess I fell for the wrong person, huh? I can’t be with someone who gossips about others like that. I’m absolutely awful though, I get that much. I get why I’ve gone through so many guys here, I’d be sick of me too. I’m no one’s first choice, not even Lottie’s. You’re so lucky to have Lucas, I’m glad you’re happy at least, if I’m not destined for it.” She spoke past the lump in her throat and stared down at her feet. Meeting Livia’s eyes was hard, she didn’t want to be pitied.

Livia caught hold of her chin, turning Marisol’s face to face hers, and making direct eye contact with her, her emerald green eyes piercing into Marisol’s coffee coloured ones. “No. I’m sorry, but that’s a serious load of bullshit. You’re not awful, and I’m not sick of you. Don’t ever let anyone make you doubt your worth. You’re a wonderful person in your own right, you’re gorgeous. You’re also honest, which means I value your opinions. I definitely want you to find someone, you do deserve a genuine relationship. Someone will come along who puts you first, mark my words. And you’ll know when you know. Like me and Lucas.”

“But, how are you sure? Part of me wishes it was you I fell for, that would make a little more sense. And I wasn’t asked on a date, when Lurik came in. So of course I didn’t feel any major liking to either of them. I was the only one too, then adding the Bobby thing and OP Nope, it feels like I’m cursed.”

“Uh, uh. You’re not cursed. I have a feeling you have a reason for your walls being so high, so I’m not going to treat you like Lottie. Not kidding here, if she puts up with her nonsense, then I’m dropping her friendship. Easily too, I’d much prefer to have you for a best friend. This might not help, but if it wasn’t for Lucas, I’d like you too. I understand not having any dates did sting, I get that. But if they don’t see how awesome you are, that’s their problem.” Livia taps her on the nose playfully, causing Marisol to look up at her with wide eyes.

“R...really? You mean that? You’d drop Lottie for me? I can kind of handle being second to Lucas because it’s you. That does mean a lot. Thank you.”

“Really, really. I don’t say stuff I don’t mean. I don’t like bullies. If Lottie persists, then I don’t want her around me, point blank.” Livia wiped her tears gently with a discarded tissue and focused on cleaning up her face a bit. The pressure was gentle and she focused on the feeling of finger tips on her skin.

Marisol tried for a wobbly smile, and just about managed it. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do this, but the fact you did means a lot.”

“Of course. Mari, what did you expect me to do, just leave you all upset? I wouldn’t do that, and it sucks that you heard all that. Are you going to give her another chance, or is that it?” Livia let go of her chin and retrieved a pair of heeled boots, sliding them onto her bare feet. She put her flip flops back with her other shoes and turned back to Marisol.

“I don’t know. It should be easy to answer, but I don’t know. I want to give her another chance, but I’ve given so many.” Marisol tapped her hand on the dressing table, unexpectedly nervous. Be careful. Lottie could hurt you again.

#marisol x lottie #litg marisol #litg lottie #litg #love island the game #litgs2 #litg fanfic #bubblelaureno #fanfic

[elyvorg]

DETECTIVE PIKACHU IS EVEN BETTER THAN I EXPECTED AND I ALREADY EXPECTED IT TO BE GREAT.

I'd played the game, which was also generally better than I expected it to be but had some problems that made me kind of lukewarm on it by the end. Still, I knew that the game had potential that would work well in the movie if they did it right, so I had no reason to assume the movie wouldn't be pretty good. But man, they made use of even more of that untapped potential than I even realised it had in the first place.

That's not to say the game doesn't have some things going for it that the movie doesn't - I got invested in some of the side stories for individual chapters, and because of the longer game format, it got to spend more time showing off lots of neat ways that humans and Pokémon work together outside of battling. Those are things that were never going to really fit into a shorter movie, though, and in almost every other respect, particularly the main core of the story, the movie is so much better.

(Spoilers for both the movie and the game beneath the cut.)

So, of course, I went in knowing full well that Pikachu was Tim's dad. This is actually not explicitly revealed in the game for some utterly bewildering reason, but the hints at it are big enough and numerous enough that there's no way it's not meant to be the truth of that story. As soon as I saw trailers for the movie describing the deal with Tim's father - he went missing in an accident connected to the central mystery, Pikachu was his partner Pokémon - I knew the movie would do the same and, if it had any sense, would actually deliver on the twist and provide the closure that the game didn't.

But it works so much better in the movie than it would have even if they'd revealed it in the game because the entire core of the movie was about Tim's relationship with his dad. See, in the game, that's just not really a thing - they just expect you to assume that of course Tim cares about finding his dad because it's his dad, without any kind of going into what their relationship was like or why they hadn't seen each other in so long before this. The game's versions of both Tim and Pikachu (and what we hear about Harry) simply don't have any personal issues at all. Which is a huge missed opportunity on the game's part, because look how much potential that story has when done right! Not only does Tim have issues about being in his father's shadow and feeling like his father abandoned him for his detective work after his mother died, but Harry also has issues, both in what Tim and Pikachu deduce from Harry's apartment in that he did care about Tim after all, and in Pikachu himself, with his thing about how all he does is push people away and hurt them.

It's also really neat that the movie's villain works as a foil for this, first when you think it's Roger doing it because he couldn't deal with being overshadowed by his dad's awesomeness, and then when you realise that it's Howard doing it by getting so wrapped up in unhealthily dealing with a traumatic life event that he pushed away his son. It's just wonderfully cohesive in a way that the game really, really wasn't.

The clues pointing towards the twist are a bit different, possibly because of the nature of the things they had to change in an adaptation from game to movie. In the game, Pikachu still loves coffee, but they also make a point that Harry did too and that Pikachu didn't before the accident. And Pikachu insists on walking everywhere on two legs, refusing to ride around on Tim's shoulder even though Tim offers, which further hints that he's really human. In the movie, though, since they have less time to spend on the minutiae of mystery-solving because they're spending it all on the action scenes and the character drama, instead the presumably biggest hint that Pikachu is Harry is that Pikachu has the same issues as Harry. I am really curious to know when and how people who hadn't played the game figured it out, if they did so before the reveal.

Also, because I knew the twist, I was expecting Pikachu in human form to not be played by Ryan Reynolds, because I was assuming Tim's dad would be a POC like him. But Tim is mixed-race, and in the brief glimpse we see of his mom, she is not, so it follows that his dad could be white and therefore totally could be played by Ryan Reynolds after all. I wonder how many people, like me, didn't put that together until the moment we saw him in human form and therefore used the fact that Pikachu was voiced by Ryan Reynolds as more reason not to think he was Tim's dad.

(This does however beg the question - I know they'd never seen each other for like ten years, but did Tim really forget his dad's voice so much that he didn't recognise it coming from Pikachu? In the game, I just assumed that Harry's human voice would be different from Pikachu's voice because of this, since we never actually heard it because they never confirmed the twist grrr.)

I was a little confused by the ending making out like Tim was totally just going to go back home and leave his dad before he changed his mind, though. They'd already talked about how both of them wished they could have spent more time together! It should have been obvious to Tim the moment his dad was back in human form that he wanted to stay.

Also in terms of things similar to the game, Lucy was generally better than her game equivalent, Emilia, who was also a reporter for CNM (called GNN in the game, but close enough). Emilia was basically just doing her job and didn't have any personal drive to follow a big story, making Lucy much more interesting than her. Of all the things from the game they kept the same, they really didn't have to keep the eye-rolly extraneous romance between Emilia/Lucy and Tim, but at least in the movie it was just as unobtrusive and minor as it was in the game (in fact possibly even more so), so eh.

The part where Pikachu figured out how to use moves was probably one of the only similar parts that was maybe done a little better in the game - in the game he does so in a moment of peril where Tim is being attacked by the bad guy's Pokémon and he’s directly doing so to protect Tim. But in the movie, it's instead just when generally everyone is in danger (but he has no reason to believe Tim is specifically), giving it less of an emotional impact. And then suddenly he's not only capable of using them but just as good with them as the real Pikachu used to be to the point that he can hold his own against Mewtwo, which seems a bit of a stretch. I guess the movie writers just wanted to show off Pikachu doing the kind of thing Ash's Pikachu does, since that's what people would be expecting from a movie with a Pikachu in it.

While I was obviously not surprised by the biggest twist, I was surprised by several other things that didn't go even remotely how they went in the game. In fact, I really love the way the movie played with the expectations of the tiny handful of the audience who'd actually played the game and went in thinking they knew what to expect.

In the game, the main bad guy turns out to be a guy called Roger Clifford who's one of the higher-ups in GNN. So the moment someone with the same name who was in charge of a similar news network was introduced in the movie, I had a little laugh to myself and went "well, that makes this mystery obvious for anyone who's played the game, heh". But that was the trick! Roger is the only character in the movie with the exact same name as someone in the game aside from Tim and Harry. They had to have done that on purpose to try and get people who'd played the game to just assume Roger was the bad guy and accept that. I didn't question it at all when he was supposedly revealed to be the one behind it all only like halfway through the movie, because I figured they weren't planning to make it a huge reveal since those who'd played the game would already know anyway. But everyone who hadn't played the game was probably super skeptical about learning that so soon and so easily. The people who played the game and assumed they already knew the gist of the plot and had everything figured out were set up to be more surprised than the people who weren't!

Plus, the Ditto being used to make Roger look evil was a really neat use of a well-known Pokémon's unique abilities, and it didn't feel at all out of nowhere because everyone watching should have already known that a Ditto can do that (plus they briefly established near the beginning that Howard has a Ditto and that it could take human form). I didn't see it coming, but I wonder if anyone did pick up on that and figure that out.

And in the game, the main goal of releasing R everywhere during a big parade was simply to cause Pokémon to rampage in order to create a big scene that GNN could report on, so that it could become the most influential news network (which it wasn't already, because game-Roger didn't have a rich dad) for generically evil take-over-the-city purposes. While the movie version of Roger was supposedly motivated by the desire to ruin his dad's city rather than simply power, which was already more interesting than the game, it still made sense that the end goal would just be rampaging Pokémon and nothing more. So I really like that it turned out to be more than that - a plan to put humans' minds into Pokémon bodies is an even more interestingly messed-up-yet-somewhat-sympathetic goal, and it beautifully ties in to what was already happening to Harry, setting up the twist even further. I wonder how many people who hadn't played the game and hadn't figured out the twist up until that point had a big realisation moment when Mewtwo's ability to do that was revealed.

This also explained in hindsight an earlier part of the movie that had bothered me, namely that during the big R breakout in the battling ring, Pikachu somehow never got affected by it. It seemed awkwardly convenient that he never breathed any in, since the fact that I knew he was really human didn't change my assumption that he should have been affected by R because he's still physically a Pokémon. But actually, with how it was established to work, that does make sense - R is used to make Pokémon mindless enough to put a human inside them, and then once they're human, they're sane, even though R is still in their system. So a human already in a Pokémon body wouldn't be affected by R after all.

I like that they added in the storyline that Harry was the one who led Howard to Mewtwo in the first place. In the game, Mewtwo wasn't ever captured by anyone; the scientists who created R just used some of his cells, and Mewtwo only got involved and asked Harry (who was already on the R case) to help because he didn't like being partially responsible for this. But setting it up this way in the movie allowed for more intrigue, both in terms of giving Mewtwo every reason to be angry and vengeful even though he actually wasn't, and in terms of throwing doubt onto Harry and Pikachu, first with the notion that Harry was a bad guy who captured Mewtwo, and then that Pikachu was a bad guy who let Mewtwo escape to enact his revenge on Harry. Presumably the reality is that Harry initially just took on the job for Howard because it was challenging, since he kept burying himself in cases for the sake of cases to run away from his issues and might not have cared that it was kind of sketchy. Then somewhere along the way when he realised what was going to happen to Mewtwo, he regretted the whole thing and kept pursuing the case to make amends to Mewtwo - it was almost certainly Harry who ordered Pikachu to set Mewtwo free. I kind of wish they'd been able to go into Harry's guilt about that a bit more, but it makes sense they couldn't since he'd lost his memories and thought he was Pikachu (and he still managed to make himself feel guilty over Pikachu’s actions, so there’s that). I never remotely believed the possibility that either Harry or Pikachu ever had bad intentions, because I expected Mewtwo to turn out to be the innocent victim that he was in the game. (Although the opening did make it look like Mewtwo caused the crash, I never quite trusted that). But I'm curious about how people who hadn't played the game felt about that and whether they at least somewhat bought the possibility that Mewtwo was angry and vengeful and that Harry kind of deserved Mewtwo's wrath.

Generally seeing Pokémon absolutely everywhere was a huge treat as well, of course, but that's a thing that was always going to be the case with this movie even if everything else about it was terrible. But it was not! It's a genuinely really good story that's getting mainstream attention, that happens to involve Pokémon! That's everything Pokémon always deserved but never had until now. If you'd told me several years ago that Pokémon would get a live-action film and it would be legitimately great in a way that even people who aren't hardcore Pokémon fans could appreciate, I'd never have believed you - I don't think anyone would have - but here we are.

#pokemon #detective pikachu #detective pikachu spoilers #ramble #i'm really happy i decided to watch it at the first opportunity i had #you should do so too!

[nickyneshwrites]

Cold chapter 2

ITALICS=Thinking to themself

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”So could you regale me with your amazing feat Nezumi-san, you say you fought with Shizu-chan”

”You mean how my boys and I completely beat that fuckers ass! Don't know why nobody else could do it especially you Orihara-san"

Izaya let out a dry laugh and plastered on the most believable smile he could muster in front of the would-be gang leader.

It was humans like these that made Izaya remember why he did-what he did,2 weeks...That's how long it had been since he last saw Shizuo, at first he thought the blond was just looking for some time alone- he was looking less angry and more down lately avoiding contact and sleeping in his old apartment instead of their shared flat, and Izaya didn't like that. He was worried and when he heard rumors of some small time gang having attacked and beaten the man (his Shizu-chan), and won a week ago, so he decided it was time to take action.

Days of searching, called in favors and the few broken fingers of a poor underling later Izaya had found and made contact with the leader of the...... It didn't even matter, they attacked his Shizuo.

”Nezumu-san as happy as I am for your victory, Shizuo isn't known to stay down for long” Izaya was fighting to hold his composure he was leaning against a grimy alley wall and fingering his switchblade in his coat's pocket.

The bastard had the gall to stand smugly in front of him.

”Ha from what I heard he goes down pretty easy for you.....”

’!!!!’ Izaya was not pleased...

He let out a mirthless chuckle, ”Nezumu-san no matter how much you boast and flatter I find it hard to believe that you and your crew single-handedly took out Shizuo Heiwajima, so lets cut the pleasantries and get real, where is he now?”.

The sentence was punctuated by a blade being pointed dangerously at the unsuspecting street urchin.

He looked worried, said Nezumi was new to the city and wasn't acquainted with Izaya’s brand of business and it was painfully obvious he thought Izaya was here in this decrepit alleyway to thank or congratulate him...there would be no such thing.

”T-tch like I said man we taught the bastard a lesson after interferin’ in our business and left ’im lying in ’der” the smug look his face fell as he noticed the informant skip closer his red eyes glinting.

”I didn't check to see if he left and I'd be surprised if he could walk after all we di-!!!”

All too late he saw the glint of silver fly towards him, but he did feel warm blood trickle down his side and tastes copper in his mouth as he bit into his tongue, then he saw the very pissed informant charge towards him and armed with another knife only to be kicked to his back.

”I think I've heard quite enough of that from you. It seems you misinterpreted your invitation here this time evening, because of YOU!!!”

Izaya pressed his leg on the handle of the knife stuck probably in Nezumi’s ribs eliciting a pained gasp.

”I can't find my Shizu-chan, so let me correct whatever wrong assumption is drifting around in that empty skull of yours”

He leaned down grabbing then twisting the knife he lodged in the urchins side.

”I'm.Going.To. Make.You.Disappear”

He drove the knife deeper while twisting and adding pressure on every syllable.

The urchin dared to gasp in pain and try to pull away begging for mercy ”S-STOP, I-WE DIDN’T KILL HIM, SO WHY GO AFTER ME!!!” He yelled as another knife was plunged straight through his hand pinning it to the alley floor.

Izaya laughed in the dark grimey alley and without thinking twice then answered.

”Because you touched my property....”

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Shadows...shadows everywhere, whisking up the walls, casting on the ground and climbing up his body moving to his head, trying to ensnare his mind, whispering the sweet nothings of doubt and self hate in his mind.

He remembers calling Tom telling him he didn't feel well-it was close enough to the truth.

He remembers the buzzing in his head, the numb limbs, the static in his ears.

He was wandering down the street everything was....grey his vision swam with this paste of grey the, people?. They were all more unfocused blobs, he had kept his head down too afraid to see looks of fear and distaste.

He was wet wasn't he....among a sea of shadows and umbrellas he saw his reflection in a shop window.......All he saw was grey.

Shizuo closed his eyes, where was he to look when all he saw was the demons of his mind crawling on the wall's.

Walls?...Where am I?...These aren't my walls...Not Izaya’s walls...Izaya!

What the hell is happening,why isn't he here!? I can't breath I can't think I need...

”Izay....!”

In his frazzled state, Shizuo failed to notice the syringe that was inserted in his arms and as the sedative worked in his system he fell limp on the bed.

The shaking hands of a young man in an lab coat dropped the syringe and quickly headed for the door, he opened the bolts and briskly made his way down to an office and wasted no time in entering.

”Did you do as I instructed” The voice sounded mildly irritated probably due to the fact that they wanted nothing to do with this mess.

”Y-yes S-shiki-dono he's put to sleep with enough sedative to put an elephant to sleep but with his uhm... Unique psysiology it'll only last about twenty four hours...”

Shiki sighed ”Thats good enough, it'll give me time to inform the informant of his whereabouts... Ever since the supposed defeat of Heweijima The fool has been harassing the city gangs more than normal I'm sure he was looking for the blonde”

He looked at the confused scientist.

”I thought that Heiwajima and Orihara hated each other,Heiwajima he was calling out for him... Are the two of them...like that?”

The scientist fidgeted under the intense gaze of the Awakusu-Kai member.

Shiki let out a loud huff then made a non-comital sound.

”It doesn't matter does it all that matters is that we give Orihara what he wants and we get that raging monster out of here what's wrong with him anyways......asides from the wounds he got from the fight”

The young man straightened as he realised the attention was back on him

”Its not my area of expertise but I believe he is going through some sort of delirious episode though I can't tell why” He mumbled out his answer and tried to get the words out as quickly and accurately as he could.

Shiki sat there and took in this new piece of information, what in the world would make someone like Heiwajima Shizuo have an episode....Hmm it seemed everyone did have their own issues.

”Interesting...”

”What was that Shiki-dono?”

Shiki just pointed to the doors.

”Nothing. You can leave now...Also if you breath a word of this outside this room, lets just say you won't be breathing for much long after”

The eyes of the prominent Awakusu-kai member bore deep into the young man.

”U-understood”

And then he left.

Shiki release a breath he didn't know he was holding then scratched his head.

”Ahh this is so much more trouble than it's worth That annoying informant owes me so much for this. But it might be worth a little if I can get him to stop rampaging around the city. Who would have guessed, it seems he cares more than he let on”

Interesting, very interesting.

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Ao3~

Give me your opinion I hope you like it.

#durarara #izaya orihara #izaya x shizuo #izuo #nickynesh ideas #shizuo heiwajima #wip ideas #depressed shizuo #ideas #angsty

[saikostories]

MHA - Dreamless Nightmare pt3

“Um Kacchan what’re you doing here?”

Izuku’s voice was so sharp they could hear the clear catch in his throat as if he was standing right in front of them as the class quieted.

Even All Might who was mid-step froze for a brief moment, no one knowing what to say but all of them experiencing that utter confusion that plagued them all.

“What- What the fuck!?” Bakugo suddenly exploded in confusion, his voice bouncing off the walls almost ringing as he stared at the pitch black window, “I’m right here, what the fuck does he mean!? Hey Deku what the fuck!?”

He shouted at the screen but the only response they received was the quiet scuffle of what sounded like Izuku shuffling around.

With lightning speed All Might crossed the room and stood in front of the panels. A cold-sweat perspiring on his forehead as his smile was frozen on his face.

“All Might? What’s happening?” Uraraka was the closest to him, not counting Denki who was babbling incoherently on the ground, but from her vantage point she could see the quiver of his mouth and the way his eyes seemed to dart around as he moved.

It almost looked as if All Might was scared as he quickly checked everything, murmuring as he turned a useless dial, or pressed a broken button, unable to get a reading on anything.

“Maybe Midoriya thought he saw something? It is fairly dark in there, he could have mistaken an-”

Iida was cut off as All Might gave a back handed gesture to quiet down as he moved the paperweight weighing down the speaker.

“Izuku?” He stated into the microphone as he pressed down the button, “Midoriya, can you hear us? Please say something if you can hear us?”

The squeak of Izuku’s shoes and muffled mutterings were more unsettling than the silence that blanked the room.

“He’s probably just messing with us!? Hey stupid Deku! Cut it out, fucking just answer already!?” Bakugo yelled but again there was no response.

“Settle down Bakugo, this isn’t the time for an outburst, All Might’s trying think.”

“Shut it four eyes! This is fucking Deku, he’s fine!”

All Might moved around again, turning dials and buttons before getting closer to the microphone, “Izuku Midoriya, please respond, it’s urgent we get your status.” He repeated but was met with nothing.

“Can I try something? This stuff’s a bit of a specialty,” Jirou tapped lightly on his shoulder, looking over with a worried curiosity as their teacher side stepped to allow her full access.

She worked quickly, using her quirk to plug into the speakers directly as she fiddled with some loose wiring that’d been exposed in the explosion.

“Mid-”

Before she could even finish a sentence she jerked away forcefully ripping the connection out, her hands going up to cover her ears as a feedback screamed so loudly the whole room could hear it from her headphones.

“Shit,” she whispered the curse as she rubbed at her ears, tears welling in her eyes as a ringing enveloped her hearing, “the whole thing’s blown from his side.”

They swore they heard All Might himself mutter a curse as he stared into the dark window as if he were staring into space.

“Well what’s that mean?”

“We can’t get into contact with Izuku? Is he going to be alright!? And what was that with Bakugo being there? The machine isn’t on right!?”

Suddenly the thought had quietly creeped into all of their heads, if it wasn’t already.

“Hey man there’s no way right? Midoriya didn’t start the session!” Kirishima stated with a dry laugh and a nervous grin that looked as though he didn’t believe what he suggested.

“Actually I thought I heard him earlier?” Todoroki added as the whole room fell into a heavy silence.

“Yeah well, shouldn’t the thing have been shut off? Right All Might?”

Everyone’s heads turned to look at All Might, who’d been eerily quiet throughout their discussions.

“Right All Might?” Uraraka repeated as she tugged gently on his shirt, she was so worried that her fingers shook lightly around the fabric.

“Fucking hell! That shitty nerd’s going to be fine alright!?” Bakugo interrupted before ever giving All Might the chance to explain as he huffed in confident irritation.

“Besides it’s not like you have anything to fucking worry about!? You all saw the training exercises right?! They were a big fat joke! So shut your trap and stop whining like fucking babies! It’s driving me crazy!” He added as he sat back down on the couch with his arms crossed in prideful defiance.

The air had relaxed ten fold just from Bakugo’s agressive consolations and some students nodded at the after thought.

“Ye-” Mineta pumped his fists in the air in jittery excitement, “Yeah that’s right! Hot girls!”

Some students chuckled but Uraraka couldn’t help but look at the window with a heavy dread that couldn’t stop the slight tremors in her shaky hand.

All Might still hadn’t answered the question.

“You need to just shut up you quirk-fucking-less Deku.”

The smiles and light hearted chatter had been viciously swiped away leaving something grossly empty as the voice, that was so cold it didn’t even sound like Bakugo, silenced them all again.

“What? Kacchan? I don’t?-”

“I said FUCKING SHUT UP!”

The shout was so aggressively powerful that it rattled their insides and dust rained down from the ceiling as they all held their ears to suppress the terrifying noise.

“What the hell!? Fucking-!?” Bakugo sputtered, turning his head directly at the statue like All Might in bewilderment with uncharacteristically wide eyes.

“Is his fear Bakugo?”

“Shut up frog face! That shitty nerd isn’t fucking scared of me anymore-”

“Anymore?” An eyebrow raise from Todoroki and a glare from Bakugo, but he didn’t elaborate.

“All Might what’s going on? That doesn’t sound like a funny fear?” Uraraka asked again and their teacher grunted as he cleared his throat.

“It would appear-” his voice was strange, it was like it shook as he talked in a low voice, “That Midoriya is experiencing his worst fears sooner than we all were suppose to.”

The room exploded.

“WHAT THE FUCK!? I’M NOT THAT SHITTY NERD’S WORST FEAR!? WHAT TH-”

“Quiet down! We won’t be able to hear Midoriya with you yelling like that!?”

“SHUT UP! YOU WANNA DIE!?”

“Yeee~”

“Bakugo chill out, we’ll figure this out!” Kirishima tried but failed on calming the rampaging Bakugo as everyone was in disbelief.

“Wait All Might how’d that happen? It’s not-” Ashido’s face contorted into horror filled guilt as the realisation dawned on her and her voice grew quiet amongst Bakugo’s yelling, “-my fault.. It is isn’t it?..”

“Hey it’s alright Ashido, I’m sure Midoriya doesn’t blame you, and it was my fault too since I made the fake spider,” Momo put a hand on her shoulder but Mina still had tears rolling down her face that she couldn’t stop.

“Me too, I didn’t stop you and I knew about it so I’m at fault too,” Jirou patted her on the back as Ashido hid her face, unable to stop the guilt that was eating away at her.

Even Denki’s quiet, ‘Woohoo~’ noises couldn’t ease that sickening feeling of knowing that everything was her fault.

“If I hadn’t- If I had only waited, I should’ve waited, we were warned.. Why didn’t I list-”

“It’s no one’s fault but my own, Ashido you have nothing to be blamed for, it was an accident. It’s a teacher’s responsibility to ensure the safety of their students and I have failed that. Midoriya is-” before All Might could get a chance to explain he was cut off.

“Wait, I don’t understand, Kacchan what’s going on?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“What?”

“You don’t have the fucking right to call me that you worthless Deku.”

Kirishima shivered as they all heard the menacing sounds of footsteps echo around them, it was only made worse by the tiny helpless squeaks of Izuku’s shoes as if they could physically see him backing away.

“I don’t fucking sound like that,” Bakugo muttered, unable to take his eyes off the window even though he couldn’t see a thing.

“I don’t fucking sound like that okay!” He threatened everyone but no one spoke.

“Right now the machine was reset in the accident.” All Might explained, his voice cutting through the unknowing gasps of Izuku retreating backwards as he was followed by the intimidating taps of shoes on concrete.

“It’s your fucking fault.”

They were cut off once again by the Bakugo doppelgänger.

“What ar-”

“WHY DON’T YOU EVER JUST SHUT UP!”

“All Might! I thought you said we wouldn’t get hurt, what’s going on!?” Uraraka suddenly bursted out desperately as they all heard the sickening crack of Izuku’s skull hitting something hard and heard the slight whimper he gave from the impact.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” someone whispered but no one even had time to register who before the horror show continued.

“IT’S YOUR FUCKING FAULT HE’S DEAD!”

They winced as the noise was so loud it became static as the speaker struggled to relay it.

“Whose dead?”

“What happened? Kacchan talk to me!”

“Please, I won’t know if you don’t tell me!”

Izuku’s desperate voice hit everyone with the awful way he begged, breathing in heavy gasps as if he was struggling just to get air into his lungs with the raw emotion he put into his plea.

All they could do was stare helplessly and listen.

“That’s exactly like him, that’s our Izuku,” Kirishima laughed trying to lighten the tension that felt as if it would smother them all.

“He always tries to help.” Iida nodded along suddenly feeling very honoured to be able to call himself Midoriya’s friend.

“Even if it kills him,” the heavy atmosphere returned full fledge as Tsuyu added the statement so nonchalantly that it felt wrong to think about.

“I know we aren’t friends.”

“I know we’re nothing close, to you we aren’t even classmates. I’m just another extra, I know that, but that doesn’t mean I think of you the same way.”

“I don’t know what’s going on, or why you’re acting like this, but just talk to me! I can help!”

“See! That’ll solve his fears, he’ll be out in no time!” Kirishima cheered and several other students sighed in relief.

“I don’t know, if his fear really is Bakugo wouldn’t he react badly to that?” Todoroki said with a shrug and half of them expected Bakugo to go off on him, but he was strangely quiet from his couch.

“Wait, lets let All Might finish explaining please?” Uraraka begged as their teacher sighed quietly.

“I’m afraid Midoriya is experiencing his worst fears without any safety procedures on.”

“But isn’t there a way we can get to him? A stop button? Anything?”

“I’m sorry Jirou, the protective force field is still intact with lockdown, and all counteractive measures were fried useless. We can’t even get in contact with him to let him know what he’s experiencing isn’t real. There isn’t anything I, or anyone can do, we just have to hope that Midoriya will realise something’s wrong and fight on his own.”

They all accepted that like a punch to the face.

“Do you really think he’d fight?” Momo asked, worriedly looking at Midoriya though she couldn’t see him.

No one responded, the answer was bitterly sitting in the minds of all of them.

“He’ll figure out it’s fake right?” Ashido sniffled, her eyes red from crying.

Again no response.

The next thing they heard sent shivers down their spines as Izuku hit the floor, crying out in such a way that it made them feel nauseous, unable to do a thing as the sound of his body banged harshly into the concrete.

His gasps for breath making them all feel worse.

“You’re a fucking disgrace. Don’t you dare think you can just act like nothing happened.”

“ 'I can help!’ ”

“Can’t we turn this fucking thing off already!?” Bakugo yelled but there wasn’t any heat to his voice, only a desperation that all of them shared.

Though, not a single person pointed it out.

“I’m sorry Bakugo,” was all All Might could say, the button that’d been needed to be pressed down was void of any weight.

Something had gone wrong with the speaker when it’d been fried.

Even if they didn’t want to, they were forced to listen.

“That’s just like you. Typical fucking Deku. You never know when to just fucking stop.”

“You’ve helped enough.”

They winced as something made a loud thud noise and Izuku struggled to hold back the pain, though it was clear with his muffled grunt that whatever happened hurt like hell.

It was heart wrenching in such a sickening feeling that Uraraka hadn’t realised she was crying until Iida pointed it out with the wordless way he handed her a handkerchief, his own face stone cold.

“All Might’s dead because of you.”

“Is that.. Really his fear?” Someone asked pitifully in a quiet whisper, voicing that awful feeling each one of them felt.

“What- ”

“What do you mean? Kacchan what do you mean All Might’s dead!”

They were speechless as Izuku screamed at them, All Might felt his own chest tightening in a sadness only an old man like him could understand.

'One day this will be his reality,’ he thought with a bitterness that weighed on his mind and sunk sickeningly deep into his gut like an anchor.

“What-”

“-Happened!”

They all winced again, hearing the sounds of Izuku being hit by something they still couldn’t see.

“It’s exactly fucking that. He’s dead. You took his quirk.”

All Might’s blood ran ice cold as his face tensed up.

Of course.

Of course that’s what Midoriya was terrified of. He felt another heavy pang of sadness at the thought.

“Wait what does he mean by, 'took his quirk?’ ” Tsuyu croaked, the question briefly taking their minds off the hopeless situation they were all in.

“It’s gotta be because of how similar his and All Might’s quirks are!” Uraraka rubbed her nose on the handkerchief as she tried and failed to dry her eyes.

“Yeah! He probably blames himself for some reason? I mean that’s totally something he’d do, it’s so manly!” Kirishima complemented with sparkles in his eyes but it was short lived.

“While you were halled up here fucking sitting on your ass, a fucking villain got in and cut the power.”

“He couldn’t do a damn thing because of you!”

“Why’s his fear rationalising itself?!” Sero sputtered gesturing towards the window in useless frustration.

“He’s gotta see that’s not right? Right?..” Ashido whispered as she clung to Momo’s arm having worn herself out from crying.

“I’m afraid Midoriya will probably believe Bakugo,” All Might added seriously, “I don’t know what we can do, our only hope would be for Kaminari to wake up and try re-electrocuting the panels. It could work as a jumpstart, but there isn’t a guarantee it would do any good.”

“Fucking hell!? Why didn’t you say so sooner?” Bakugo jumped from the couch with a fury as it looked as though he were about to grab Denki and attempt to blast him awake.

“It’s because you can’t force Kaminari to revert back to himself once he’s fried.”

“That’s correct Todoroki, I didn’t bring it up at first because even if we wanted to, we couldn’t do anything.”

“Shit..” Bakugo sunk back into the couch, his hands thrust into his pockets angrily.

“So we have to fucking listen to this crap!?” He muttered but no one answered him.

“You’re-”

“You’re wrong! All Might wouldn’t just die! He can’t!”

“Izuku..” Uraraka murmured, clutching her chest as she could practically feel the sadness he felt. Almost all of them could. But anything she was going to add was cut off by a forceful bang and a crack that made their eyes go wide.

“That wasn’t his?-”

“I don’t know what happened but he’s not dead!”

This time it was All Might who winced, a knowing feeling consuming him that brought tears to his eyes as they all heard Izuku struggle to get up.

“He-”

“Then go see him for yourself.”

“Wait? But I thought his fear was Bakugo-”

Ojiro was cut off by Bakugo’s protests as they all felt that strange feeling of being lost.

“Who is that?” Someone asked in the confusion, but no one really knew enough to answer.

“Iida? What are- what’s going on? What happened to All Might? This isn’t true? Right!?”

“What? Scared of Iida? But isn’t he like, Midoriya’s best friend or something?” Aoyama questioned with a shrug.

Iida felt a cold shock tremor through his body.

“Midoriya isn’t scared of me, right?” He asked more to himself than anyone else, a guilty feeling contorting his expression as he remembered the way Izuku looked at him back on their first day of school.

“No of course not! You’re his best friend it’s got to be something else!” Uraraka gripped his arm in a light squeeze that said, 'I’m here,’ as she smiled as comfortingly as she could.

“Yeah Iida you aren’t scary! Overwhelming sometimes maybe, but definitely not scary!” Kirishima laughed as the class agreed in cheers, ignoring the small, 'well kinda,’ from Mineta.

“You should know. You killed him after all.”

Again the class was plunged into heaviness. The alternate Iida’s voice was so hateful that it made him shutter at the sound.

“I wouldn’t do that,” he muttered quietly, trying to convince himself that he’d never blame Izuku for something like that.

But a small piece of himself was terrified he would.

“I stuck around you in case I needed to do the right thing, I knew you were trouble since day one.”

“No!” Tenya jumped up startling those around him as he yelled at the fake version of himself on the other side of the window.

“I never thought that! I’d never do such a thing! Midoriya you’re amazingly strong and confident! One of- No, the best Hero amongst us!” His desperation was heart breaking as he tried to tell Midoriya. Tried to let him know that he never would say such a thing about him.

“I’m sorry Iida, he can’t hear you,” All Might said sadly as he put a hand on Tenya’s shaking shoulder.

“The minute I saw you during the entrance exams I knew you weren’t a hero. Someone like you, with your quirk, you were bound to get someone killed.”

“And you did.”

“I should’ve killed you when I had the chance, maybe then-”

Iida turned several shades pale as if he’d seen a ghost as he stared horrified at the window.

“Maybe then All Might would still be alive. His power would’ve returned. Instead of being stuck with someone like you.”

They all wanted to say something, but the reality of it was so heavy they were left speechless.

Even Uraraka was stunned quiet from the intensity of Izuku’s fear Iida.

“I thought-”

“I thought we were friends? Iida this..”

They couldn’t even breathe the atmosphere was just that suffocating.

Izuku sounded so quiet in that moment that they shifted uncomfortably, never before hearing him sound so- Scared.

He sounded terrified.

“This isn’t like you! What happened!”

“I get that you blame me but we can figure out what’s going on! This isn’t normal this- If our friendship meant anything at all, then please, just talk to me!”

And just like that a sharp slapping noice made them all feel a naseau so intense some of them gagged, barely able to keep from vomiting from the sickening intense silence that followed.

“Did you really think I’d be friends with someone as worthless as you.”

“Did I really just?” Iida whispered, looking down at his own hands as if it were really he himself who slapped Izuku.

“That’s not you.”

They turned their heads to see Bakugo, his expression unreadable as he glared downwards.

“That’s just what the shitty nerd’s scared of, it isn’t you.”

They fell into a comfortable silence as Iida wiped his face roughly.

“Thank you Bakugo.”

Bakugo clicked his tongue and muttered something incoherent as they all were interrupted by the sound of breathing hitching and a whine that broke way into a heaving sob that engulfed the room.

“Izuku,” Uraraka said heartbroken as they had to listen to Izuku falling apart without realising he could be heard.

“It’s a.. Very manly thing to cry over,” Kirishima sniffled loudly, his own eyes were infected by the quiet sobbing that acted as background noise to them all.

“He really needs a hug or something,” Jirou muttered as she wiped at her own eyes, hiding her face to avoid anyone seeing her cry.

“I’m gonna hug him and never let him go!” Ashido wailed as she flung herself on Momo, “I’ll get him all the All Might merch he wants!” She added, her voice was muffled as she held onto Yaoyorozu like she was a stuffed animal.

“Yeah,” Uraraka said, her face beaming, “Yeah! We’ll plan a party for him! We’ll make sure he forgets all of this!” She grinned, “We’ll all be there for him!”

“Heck yeah! Bakubro can cook with Sato,” Kirishima added as Bakugo scoffed.

“Fucking, don’t just go and volunteer people.”

“But you love to cook!”

“Come on Bakugo you’ve gotta be there! You know how much Deku likes your katsudon!” Uraraka beamed, poking at him from her place on the floor, “He’d really want yo-”

“Izuku? Are you okay?”

Ah, hello heavy atmosphere, how’re the wife and kids?

Uraraka froze, hearing herself when she hadn’t spoken was so unbelievably unsettling.

“At least Uraraka sounds normal?” Someone chuckled without any real humour behind it.

“Thanks Uraraka, sorry I- ”

“I don’t know what happened, I know they don’t mean it, Kacchan is Kacchan but Iida.. I didn’t think he’d.. You guys are my first friends you know? And, I don’t even know what happened?”

“Wait, first friends?” Momo questioned looking between everyone in confusion, “What does he mean? Iida and Uraraka can’t be his first friends ever right?”

They frowned thinking hard, but no one save two people knew Izuku’s history.

“He never mentioned middle-school did he?” Mineta added, only contributing to the flurry of thoughts that everyone was thinking.

“Bakugo, what does Midoriya mean?”

“Fucking.. Shut up Icy Hot, that’s something..” For some strange reason Bakugo trailed off, avoiding their curious gazes as his hands popped in an anger that felt more defensive than anything else.

“That’s something you gotta talk to that shitty nerd about!” He muttered, ignoring the questions being flung at him left and right.

“So we’re the first people he ever thought of as friends?” Uraraka said sadly, 'He must’ve been lonely..’ she thought biting her lip to keep from crying again.

“Hey, that’s all the more reason to give him the best party ever!” Kirishima shouted, trying to bring some form of hope back to their little 1-A group.

“We’ll make sure he thinks of all of us as his friends,” Tokoyami nodded along from his corner in the room.

He was covered head to toe in candles, glow sticks, lanterns, and any form of light Momo could make.

“Great!-” Before Uraraka could add anything to their sentiments, she was cut off by a gasp and her own voice slapping her smile right off her face.

“You’re kidding right? You really believed that? Why would I care if you were okay after what you’d done?”

“No..” She whispered, her hands shaking as she slowly brought them to cover her mouth.

“I don’t understand- Why? What’s going on?”

“Why!? Because you were stronger than me! Did you really think anyone would be friends with you for any other reason? Grow up Deku!”

“All Might? How long are these exercises?” Uraraka asked, but it was more like a beg as her sentence got warped with her sobs.

“I’m sorry, everyone, I’m sorry you all have to hear Midoriya’s personal fears.” All Might said slowly, his tongue laced with that heavy bitterness of not being able to do a damned thing, “The exercise goes until one or two things happen, either the person inside runs out of fears or gets through them all, or there isn’t a recognisable presence for the computer to pick up.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning either Midoriya beats this, or he dies trying.”

The heaviness in his voice shook them all to the core as they grew silent, the only sound was the background humming of the nightmarish Uraraka.

“He won’t die right?” She whispered, suddenly terrified for Izuku as the prospects of life and death became very real.

“Fucking hell!? Of course fucking not! This is Deku, the little shit’s been in a lot worse than this!?” Bakugo exploded, his hands echoing small explosions throughout the room.

“This wouldn’t fucking-”

“Deku~ 'You can do anything!’ Did you really honestly believe that crap? Jeez I must be a better actor than I thought!”

Bakugo was cut off by the twisted laugh of Uraraka, something so horrifically cruel sounding that it was terrifying.

“Shitty Deku, you can’t do anything other than getting in the way. You couldn’t even save me.”

“What? Expecting a thanks for your, 'Rescue Mission,’ if you were fucking quicker I wouldn’t have needed to be rescued in the first fucking place! If you weren’t going to take being a hero seriously then why’d you even enter U.A!?”

“Agh fcking shit!” Bakugo screamed as he tore at his hair, pounding his head in a mini episode that had everyone looking at him with wide eyes.

“Bakugo? Hey dude you-”

“Fucking shitty hair, don’t you fucking DARE finish that sentence!” He shouted as he got up from the couch and started kicking the poor helpless piece of furniture until it sat lopsided on the floor.

All Might didn’t stop him.

“You’re a monster, a demon. Monsters can’t be heroes.”

“I’m not- ”

“I’m not a monster!”

“He’s-” Uraraka had to pause as her breathing hitched and she stifled a sob that caught in her throat, “He’s scared of this? He doesn’t actually think he’s a monster right? He doesn’t think we’d just turn on him one day right?”

No one knew anything they could say to make this sound okay. No quips, jokes, no distractions, nothing.

Even All Might was rendered completely speechless.

“Izuku you aren’t a monster!” Uraraka yelled, her hair fluffing up with the intensity of her shout.

“You can’t hear us but you aren’t a monster!” Her outburst quieted down, the only sound was Izuku’s muffled sobbing in the background.

“You saved us too many times to be called a monster,” Iida added with a nod, following Uraraka’s lead and talking directly with Midoriya, though he couldn’t hear.

“Dude you’re the coolest one of us!”

“Midoriya you’re amazing!”

“Yee~”

The whole class cheered along, encouraging Midoriya even though he had no clue as he gasped for breath, another sob causing him to heave as he tried getting control of his voice.

“Shut up!” Bakugo shouted cutting them all off.

“He can’t fucking hear you!? What the fuck are you all trying to do? Make yourselves feel better!?”

“Bakugo,” All Might said with a tired sigh, unable to elaborate further than that.

“You are.”

Todoroki’s head flung upwards, his eyes were so focused on the window that it was as if his gaze alone would shatter the glass.

“Your strength is evil. It hurts everything and everyone around it. It shouldn’t exist.”

His body trembled, an icy chill spread around the room as Todoroki felt a fear that caused a snowflake of frost to form on his temple.

His voice.. That voice.. Sounded so much like Him.

“Todoroki? It’s okay it’s not you, it’s scary but it’s not you,” at some point while he was thinking Uraraka had quietly crawled over and put her hand on his. It shocked him from his thoughts as he retracted his hand, “Yes I know.” He said as he looked away, the ice melting and the room warming up several degrees as it returned to normal.

“Shit Icy Hot it’s fucking cold!” Bakugo growled, rubbing his hands together as he grumbled.

“That’s not true! I just need to train more! I’m going to become a hero!”

“And how many people have to get hurt, how many people have to die until you make it?”

“Whoa.. That’s a bit..” Kirishima said quietly, feeling that unsettling feeling of hearing his own voice filled with so much hate.

“I don’t think I like that.”

“You’re so selfish!”

“Wha!?” Mineta jolted at his own voice, “Midoriya’s not selfish!?” He looked back and forth with scrunched up eyebrows as everyone could only agree sadly.

“Mineta? But you tried cheering me up earlier? You’re my friend!”

“But I am your friend!” Mineta whined hopelessly, trying to correct what the alternate version of himself said.

“Yeah right! I only did that because you’re so annoying when you’re sad! You sit right in front of me! I don’t want to see that!”

“N- That’s not why! I mean I hate seeing you sad b-”

“He can’t fucking hear you.” Bakugo said in a low voice, his eyes downturned.

“When will all of you fucking get it!? He can’t. Fucking. Hear you. It’s pointless.”

They all felt that heaviness again.

“That maybe true, but he’s gotta know, he’ll feel it!” Uraraka said, her confidence growing.

“It’s Deku, he can do anything, he’ll- He’ll know we’re cheering him on!” She sniffled as her voice caught in her throat.

Bakugo clicked his tongue, his arms crossed in irritation.

“Fucking hell, it’s just a waste of ti-”

“You should’ve taken my advice.”

His breathing hitched and it was as though the room held their breath.

“Kacchan what-”

“You should’ve taken a swan dive when you had the chance.”

Bakugo became dead silent as eyes turned towards him in accusing curiosity.

“Bakugo?”

“What did he mean?” Todoroki was the first to question him after a pause that was so long it felt like years, a dangerous icy tone to his voice as he stared daggers into the quiet Katsuki.

There was no response.

“You didn’t actually say that to him right? You didn’t tell him to jump off a building did you?” Tsuyu asked with a croak wondering if, 'take a swan dive,’ meant something else, but once again he didn’t answer.

“Bakugo man, you wouldn’t say something like that, right dude? Kirishima laughed awkwardly, knowing that Bakugo did say, 'Die,’ a lot but it was never anything more serious than that.

There was a pause, they swore they heard Bakugo whisper something but no one could hear it clearly.

"Bakugo-?”

“Fucking fine!?” He yelled in frustration causing some people to jump from the sudden noise.

“Okay! Yes, I told that shitty nerd to take a jump big fucking deal!” Bakugo groaned as he cursed some more, glaring at the ceiling, “It wasn’t like he did it okay!? Deku’s fine!”

The air turned threateningly ice cold in an instant.

“YOU DON’T JUST SAY THAT TO PEOPLE!?” Uraraka suddenly screamed, rising from her place on the floor as she yelled at Bakugo with an intensity that made all of them shudder.

“What if he actually did jump!? What if he took you seriously!” She pointed at him, fury evident in each agressive way she jabbed her words.

Everyone was shocked. Uraraka, sweet bubbly innocent Ochaco, who always grinned happily, never ever blew up at anyone for anything, had an anger flaring in her eyes that was so strong it rivalled a villain’s.

It was such a 180 that it stunned whatever Todoroki- or anyone for that matter, was going to do or say.

Bakugo was frozen in disbelief at Uraraka’s outburst, but his eyes narrowed as he glared at her.

“What!? You want me to say sorry!? You want me to fucking cry and say I regret it!” Bakugo snarled back, his shock at being screamed at wearing off.

“Well fuck you round face, newsflash, I don’t.” He scoffed as he raised a middle finger towards the outraged Uraraka who looked like she was about to tear him limb from limb.

“That’s Enough.”

All Might shouted freezing them all in their tracks, “Now is not the time to be fighting. You can address your personal grudges after we get out of this situation and back to the dorms, until then, no fighting.” He stressed the words, 'no fighting,’ as Uraraka shook with an anger so fierce that tears prickled the corners of her eyes as Iida had to force her to sit back down.

“I don’t care what you all say,”

Their attention snapped back on Izuku.

“You’re my friends!”

Uraraka’s gaze softened, a sad look replacing the anger as she clutched her hands together.

The whole class had that same look in their eyes, an almost prideful honour that was short lived.

“Do you know what All Might said before he died?”

“I don’t like him sounding like that,” Ashido muttered to herself, casting a glance at Denki, his face turned up in blissful ignorance completely unaware of his alternate self.

“He said his biggest regret was meeting you. You were his greatest failure.”

All Might had been ridged the entire time, never uttering anything save from what he needed to.

He had stayed stock still, seemingly frozen in place in front of the window.

But at that moment his posture seemed to tense up, his hands balling into fists as something rolled down his face, his smile still plastered into an emotionless grin.

“Someone like you doesn’t deserve to live.”

“I understand now why you all acted as you did,” Tokoyami stated, a dark thought buried in his head knowing that of all people he didn’t have the right to decide who deserved to live.

If anyone was going to reply they didn’t have the chance, Izuku suddenly yelped as something hard collided with him and they winced when he crashed into the ground.

They let out breaths they hadn’t realised they’d been holding as Izuku groaned, and the sounds of shuffling had people sighing in relief.

“That sounded harsh, you don’t think I?” Kirishima trailed off as he scratched his head awkwardly.

“You’re all my friends, I don’t want to fight you.”

“I won’t fight you.”

That same conviction that Midoriya was feeling, that determination carried in his words and his class felt the power behind it.

“That’ll get him out I’m sure of it,” someone muttered but any sentiments were cut off.

“It will either be what confronts his fear, or it will be what kills him,” Iida said, he’d been quiet, listening to Izuku and hoping against hope that he’d figure it out.

The next thing they heard was the horrific bone chilling screams of Izuku as, to their horror, the dark window was brightened by a plume of red oranges and they finally saw deku.

He was closer then they had thought.

Not close enough to feel as if they could reach out and pull him back to safety, but close enough to see his arm crackle a glowing red light, flames lighting up all the way to his shoulder as he screamed with so much pain it sent a violent chill down their spines.

The worse was seeing faces in the red haze of the dying light, staring at their friend as he doubled over from the sheer agony of his charred arm with such contempt hatred and recognising- knowing that was their own faces out there.

And just like that their one moment of clarity vanished as the training room was plunged back into darkness as the flames quickly lost intensity and died out.

“I’m not your fucking friend.”

“Fucking shit!” Bakugo yelled, a hand covering his mouth as he looked just as pale and sick as the rest of them.

“Make a damn trash can shitty hair!”

“What? But I can’t make anything?” Kirishima muttered, his voice quiet as he swallowed back a sudden wave of bile.

“No! fucking hell, not you the other shitty hair!”

“Me?”

“Fucking- Yes you! Make a damn trash can, NOW!”

“Oh-” Yaoyorozu stuttered, her hands shaking as she tossed him the only thing she could make.

“Sorry, all I could do was this bag,” she added as without a second word, Bakugo snatched the plastic bag from the air as quick as lightening, hunching over it before puking his guts out.

The sound of retching mixed with the huffs of Izuku as he struggled to do something none of them could see filled the room.

“Please-”

“Please if our friendship meant anything, even if this is all true and you all hate me, if there was ever a time when we really did laugh together, even for a second, then please don’t do this. I’ll- I don’t know what I’ll do, I’ll drop out. I’ll give up on being a hero, just please don’t do this!”

“He-” Uraraka stuttered, still in a shocked stupor from having just witnessed Izuku’s arm getting scorched.

“He’d do that just because we hate him?”

“Why would he do that?” Sero muttered, his head stuck in a plastic bag Momo passed around for the weaker stomached students.

“You won’t become heroes if you do! The school will expel you!”

“Just fight us already!” Ashido cried, sobbing as she begged Midoriya to do something he’d never do.

“And here he goes with that stupid self sacrificing attitude, Jeez! It’s pathetic!”

“No!” Uraraka called out, her whole body trembling in horror as Izuku cried out as he hit the ground harshly.

“All Might please! There has to be something we can do? Anything!” She screamed, looking towards their mentor- Izuku’s mentor, in a hysterical hope that they could do something to save Izuku.

“I don’t know what we can do,” All Might whispered, unable to muster a voice as he stood unmoving. Not knowing where everything went so wrong, or why everything seemed to only be getting worse and worse.

“Todor-”

Izuku’s back was turned away from them this time. But they saw Todoroki illuminated by the embers glowing from his hand.

That was connected to Deku’s face.

His screaming was so sickening, they could hear the strain in his voice, they heard the scratches of his hands digging into his own skin desperately trying to put out the flames, they heard it all in that tiny prison of a room.

They saw the way he was scrambling under the weight of the fire that ate away at his face before killing the brief horrifying moment of seeing him.

“What the hell?” A breathless whisper all of them were thinking.

“Why can’t we do anything!?” Uraraka shuttered, bitterness rising in her voice as she rose from her spot on the ground.

“Why are we stuck like this! We’re going to be pros why can’t-” she trailed off, looking at all her classmates who shared that same hopelessly sad defeated look.

“Can we really do nothing?”

“Fuck this!” Bakugo shouted, trying to drown out the wails of Izuku’s suffering as he jumped off the couch with such force the deformed piece of furniture rocked as he stood over Uraraka with an unreadable expression.

Her own glares were enough to make the students who could see nervously back up, an uncomfortable idea of getting caught up in a fight between the two.

Without warning Bakugo punched the glass hard without a single trace of explosions as he pounded the screen in a desperate flurry of attacks.

His huffs, the smacks of the glass, the shaking breaths of Izuku’s dry sobs, it all blended together until Katsuki could do nothing but clench his fists in pathetic defeat.

“Bakugo, I’m sorry, it won’t work,” All Might said, his whole demeanour might’ve given off a calm atmosphere but that was solely for his students.

Internally he was eating himself alive.

“Shit,” Bakugo muttered, his knuckles bleeding from the attempt but the glass didn’t even have a scratch.

“It might!” Uraraka shouted, her voice trembling as she hit the glass.

“Wasn’t it you who said I should use this?”

She froze, turning around to see Todoroki with an expression of sheer terror on his face as his eyes trembled, unable to say a word.

“Todoroki!” She called but he was unresponsive as he stared with blank eyes, “Todoroki come help us!” He flinched, gulping as he stood from the table, the image of himself bathed in the red light from where he ignited Izuku’s face seared into his memory.

“How,” he muttered as Uraraka looked at everyone with a raging confidence.

“We have to try! If this were us out there Deku would find a way to save us!” She shouted, “There has to be a way! Try anything!”

All Might looked at his class with a sad pride. He knew better than anyone else that even if his students put their all into trying to rescue Midoriya, this time it wasn’t going to work out.

Sometimes physical capability outweighs the determination.

But he wasn’t about to bar his students from trying, though he knew it was pointless as he hit the wall, the concrete unscathed.

“There we go! Hey guys I think he’s finally getting it!”

“No,” Uraraka whispered breathless as her and Iida tried uprooting the window from the seams.

“There’s nothing to get Izuku,” she muttered as they were all drowned in an electrified buzz followed by Izuku’s screaming.

Though they’d heard him get hurt plenty of times, it didn’t get easier.

They heard Izuku cry out as he was sent sprawling again, gasping as whatever happened to him left him breathless.

“I won’t- I won’t fight you guys, I don’t want to hurt you.”

They winced as they heard a metallic clang and Izuku cried out once again.

The muffled sounds of him being punched, kicked, hit, beat up by their own hands played over them as they tried to get to him.

The entire class was trying to break out.

Some attempted to pry the door, others tried to bust down walls or focused on the window, but nothing worked.

They tried and tried but despite the burning urge to save Izuku, not a dent was left anywhere.

“Why-” Uraraka was the only one who kept at it, everyone realising the hopelessness and died off one by one, sitting down in worsening loss.

“Why can’t we do anything!” She sobbed, collapsing in on herself as she cried, everyone staying as eerily silent as Izuku’s quiet breaths as the assault died down.

“He’ll die,” Ashido whispered, looking like a ghost as she hugged herself.

No one refuted it this time.

“Mo-”

Izuku’s quiet voice was disrupted by an onslaught of coughs as he hacked an awful cough that sent shivers down their spines yet again.

“You don’t think he’s busted a lung or something do you?” Kirishima asked but no one knew.

“Mom?”

“Oh god!” Ashido wailed, hiding her face in Jirou’s arm.

The class was eerily silent as Izuku cried, gasping in a hysterical way that left them feeling pure dread, knowing it was a trap, and knowing Izuku would believe it.

“Mom I-”

“Oh Izuku.”

“I can’t listen to this anymore, make it stop, please?” Ashido whispered, shaking as no one had the heart to say anything.

“You realise it don’t you?”

“No please!” She screamed, covering her ears but she could still hear.

They all could.

“That none-”

“Oh god, no, Izuku!”

“None of this!”

“Make it stop please! All Might!?”

“Would have happened if it weren’t for you!”

“MY HUSBAND’S GONE BECAUSE OF YOU!”

An icy silence shook all the students as they went pale, Izuku’s mom’s voice screaming at them as if accusing them.

It was horrifying, it was horrific, it made them sick as several students gagged, unable to throw anything up with the nauseating sounds of Izuku’s sputtering.

“If it weren’t for you he’d still be here!”

“Oh god she’s going to kill him!” Uraraka screamed, her body shaking so bad it felt hard to breathe.

“All Might what do we do!?” Jirou shouted but All Might shook his head, just as pale as everyone else.

This was utterly sick, how could something like this even happen it was unreal.

“And then you want to be a hero!? You’re quirkless! You were a worthless child since I brought you back from the hospital!”

“Too weak to even stand up for yourself!”

“Worthless!”

“A good for nothing Deku!”

“I should’ve abandoned you long ago- You’ve been nothing but trouble!”

“Having to be a mother to a horrible son like you!”

“I wish I’d died instead.”

They couldn’t even react when they heard Izuku slam into the ground again.

“Oh god he isn’t?” Kirishima whispered, they all sat in anticipation as they waited for any form of noise, a gasp, a sob, anything to signify that Izuku was still alive.

“Please, please, come on dek- come on Izuku,” Uraraka muttered as she held her shaky hands together.

“Midoriya’s still alive,” All Might stated, “If he had died the doors would open.”

Some of them breathed sighs of relief.

“If the doors haven’t opened yet, then this isn’t fucking over is it?” Bakugo muttered with arms crossed and that relief vanished.

“He can’t take anything else,” Iida said, his voice strangely low, “It will kill him.”

They all went silent, glad for the slight shaky breathing from the intercom proving that Izuku was alive.

“Fuck! Is sparkly awake yet!?” Bakugo shouted and they all looked towards Kaminari hopefully.

“Denki? Are you back? Please be back?” Ashido begged but the small ounce of hope they had was snuffed out.

“Woo~”

“Dammit!” It was Ashido who cursed, crying out as she buried her head in her hands again.

“He’s going to die and it’s all my fault!”

Momo and Jirou tried their best to console her, guilt consuming them just as bad, as they couldn’t do anything to ease the broken sobs that escaped her.

“I don’t understand, nothing’s happening so why haven’t the doors opened?” Tokoyami asked, everyone drawn to the tightly closed doors.

“I do not know, something could be happening that we can’t see?” All Might added as they were suddenly aware that Izuku’s breathing had gotten extremely quick.

“Stop it.”

“Izuku?” Uraraka whispered, not knowing what was happening.

“Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.”

“Wha-?”

“Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.”

“Oh god what’s happening to hi-?”

“Stop it. Stop it. stopitSTOPITSTOPITSTOPITSTOP!”

They were cut off by Izuku’s shriek, his scream so hysterical that it sent that flurry of violent naseau amongst the students.

It was like a banshee had turned on them, his cries so hacking as his screams were mixed with his gasps for breath and ugly coughs.

The ear piercing scream drove them all to cover their ears as suddenly everything stopped, as if Izuku had been forcefully frozen mid-scream.

There was no noise anymore.

No screaming, no shouting.

No breathing.

Speechless they all waited for some kind of noise, something, anything, they were all clueless and terrified.

Their heads turned slowly, eyes wide in a shock so intense it froze them as the doors whooshed open with such a menacing squeal that it was terrifying.

All Might’s voice echoing quietly in the backs of their heads as reality dawned on them.

“The exercise goes until one or two things happen, either the person inside runs out of fears or gets through them all, or there isn’t a recognisable presence for the computer to pick up.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning either Midoriya beats this, or

he dies trying.”

***

It was All Might who spurred movement in the wake of their disbelief.

With lightning speed he grabbed a lantern, twisting his way through the maze of students and debris before ducking under the frame of the door.

It was terrifying, the way the lantern’s light was consumed by the darkness as he stood looking back on the worried faces of his class.

“Everyone, stay here.”

His voice cut through their shock in a harsh tone that left them rooted into place as he turned away and disappeared into the black void of a room, as if engulfed by it.

A second passed leaving a sour taste in their mouths as they faintly saw the faded light from the window trail out into the room until it stopped near the middle.

A thud followed by a quiet muffled gasp heard over the speaker until they were trapped in the eerie silence of looking at one another.

Each student wondering the exact same thing.

“So are we really just going to sit here and do nothing!?” Uraraka stood, worry shining glazes in her eyes as the rest of the class looked at one another.

“I don’t like it either, but All Might-”

“Fuck All Might!” Bakugo growled as he grabbed Denki by the waist and trudged his way to the door, Kaminari’s, 'Yee’s~’ bouncing with each step he took.

“Just so we’re clear, I’m only doing this because I don’t want his shitty rescue hung over my fucking head, that damn nerd is only allowed to die by my hands got that?” He scoffed without looking back as he followed where All Might vanished.

“We might get in his way though?” Jirou frowned, ignoring Bakugo as she looked just as conflicted as they all did.

“Yeah, or we could help! What if All Might needs something only Momo could make! Or needs Iida’s speed!” Uraraka urged, her hands balled up into tight fists.

Without a word Todoroki stood up and left following after Bakugo, his shoes crushing the glass under his feet as he silently walked into the dark, his footsteps fading away as he disappeared.

“That’s it I’m convinced, we might not be able to do anything but if we stay here then we definitely won’t be able to help at all!” Kirishima gave a grin that twitched at the corners, his eyes betraying that false smile as he raced from the room yelling at Bakugo to wait up.

“I still think we should listen to All Might but whatever,” Sero trailed off as he followed through the door a muttered, 'I hate the dark,’ as he left.

“I don’t think I can go, dark shadow is already getting hard to control but-”

“It’s okay, Izuku will understand,” Uraraka smiled before the rest of the class ran through the door and were instantly plunged into a darkness so pitch black that they couldn’t even see who was next to them.

The only direction they had at all was the glowing dot from where they knew All Might was.

They followed it until they were struck stone cold, a coppery scent lingering in the air as they stood circling the small light.

“Izuku!?” Uraraka called out, her voice bouncing off the walls as they stopped dead in their tracks.

“Oh my god.”

All Might was hunched over Izuku’s small frame, his hands over one another on top of Midoriya’s still chest as he pressed his weight into the thumps that shook Izuku’s body.

They all went pale at the sight and some couldn’t even muster the strength to look.

“What’s wrong with him!?” Ashido screamed from where she sat on Momo’s back, her voice hysterical as it shook with each rhythmic thump of All Might’s hands.

“Oh my god he isn’t breathing,” someone whispered as they all went still at the reality of Izuku’s unmoving chest.

“Shit! Fucking-!” Bakugo screamed as he dropped Denki with a thud.

“Wake up you fucking idiot!” He shouted, grabbing Kaminari’s shirt and forcefully dragging him to eye level. His head lolling absentmindedly without a care as he gave a 'Woo?’ Noise and a thumbs up that made them feel a sickening dread.

“I’ll fucking make you wake up then!” Bakugo snarled, his hand raised as he fired off explosions that lit up the room in small flashes, illuminating the expressions of wide eyed terror in nauseating reds that matched the dark smears pooled around Izuku’s head.

“Stop!” Uraraka shouted, grabbing Bakugo’s arm and holding him back as his fury turned to her, “That won’t do anything but kill him! We don’t need two people injured!” Tears were streaming down her face as her voice hitched with each breath.

He stared at her for a minute. His eyes searching hers not giving away a single ounce of his thoughts before suddenly he clicked his tongue and forcefully shook her hand away dropping his hold on Denki.

“We-” Momo paused, swallowing the dry lump in her throat before continuing.

“We’ve got to do something, his heart must’ve stopped, All Might’s keeping him going with CPR but if we don’t think of someway to restart his heart then-” she trailed off not wanting to say it.

A gross silence overcame them.

“We need electricity for that..”

They all turned towards Denki who was barely moving on the ground.

“Oh my god he’s really going to die, he’s going to die and it’s all my fault!” Ashido wailed, shaking so badly as she sobbed that Momo had to set her down for fear that she’d fall backwards.

“Can you make anything?” Iida asked turning towards her as she tried her best to console Mina.

“Huh?”

“Can you make anything that could save him? A defibrillator or anything that could mimic Kaminari’s powers?”

Yaoyorozu had a stern look cross her face before it fizzled away into guilt, “I-” She began, avoiding the looks she was getting as she stared at the ground, “I don’t know, I don’t think I can? I’ve never made anything like that before what if-”

“If you don’t fucking do something I’m going to blast him so fucking bad he’ll be awake for weeks!” Bakugo narrowed his eyes as he pointed to a dead looking Denki.

She paused again, distracted by the sounds of All Might desperately trying to revive their friend and Mina’s breathless sobs that blended together in a nightmarish noise that would haunt them all.

“I’ll try, I might be able to make a tazer but that won’t work that’ll kill him, unless I lower the wattage? Can I even do that?” Momo muttered, taking after Izuku in that one moment as sweat perspired on her forehead from the strain of producing such an intricate item.

“You have to try!” Uraraka encouraged, tears glistening in her eyes making them shine.

All they could do was wait and hope.

“How long does he have?” Kirishima asked, his face pale, frozen in place by how unnaturally still Izuku looked.

No one spoke.

“What if he’s already-”

“No! Stop that! We can’t,” Uraraka was interrupted by her own words getting caught in her throat, “We can’t think like that! This is Izuku, we have to believe in him! He’ll pull through!”

Her energy was comforting and it almost made them feel like everything would end up okay, that Izuku wouldn’t die, that somehow his heart would restart and he’d breathe again, that he’d smile and laugh and rush into class barely on time again.

But the reality of it hit them in such a sickening way as they watched All Might start up another series of thumps, that Izuku was dying.

He was dying and all they could do was watch.

“Hey how’s it fucking coming!?” Bakugo yelled as his hands twitched in irritation.

“Give her some time! You’re asking for the impossible here!” Jirou bit back with a glare, Momo grimacing as she tried to focus under the suffocating pressure.

“I’m afraid we don’t have time.”

“Yeah but-”

“Fucking listen to four eyes damnit! Either finish it now or I use plan B!” Bakugo cracked his knuckles as he grinned a humourless grin.

Jirou fell flat, knowing that- And she hated to admit it- Bakugo was right.

They really didn’t have the luxury to wait for something complicated to be made.

But it was their only option? If they couldn’t do something, then Izuku would die.

The thought made her gag as her stomach dropped, watching the blood from his mouth shine under the yellowing light.

His eyes were closed and it was almost as if he were sleeping which made it feel all the more disturbing.

Like at any moment he’d sit up suddenly and say, 'Hey guys? What’re you doing!’ As he wiped the blood from his lip laughing how it was just ketchup, or Koolaid, or something- anything better than the blood streaking down his face.

'Oh god,’ she whispered, her own face looking ghostly white as she doubled over retching.

Her rapid breathing mixed with the awful sight caused her to lose control of her stomach, though nothing was in her system to vomit up.

Someone patted her on the back, maybe it was Ojiro or Hagakure, she couldn’t see from the tears that bristled her eyes but the gesture was anything but comforting.

Izuku’s dead body burned in the back of her mind as she covered her mouth trying to regain composure.

“It’s done!” Momo shouted above the whimpers and huffs of her class struggling to keep it together, holding up an awkwardly shaped box with a tiredness that made her eyes twitch irritably.

Bakugo stalked over to her passing by Jirou without so much as a glance, his gaze staring Momo down as she hastily held up her hands.

“Wait! I don’t know if it’ll work! If I didn’t do just one thing right it could kill him!” She shouted to deaf ears as Bakugo snatched the device from her exhausted hands and gave it a quick look.

A grin stretched across his face as he pulled Denki by the collar of his shirt and threw him on top of Izuku.

All Might reeled back as he was disrupted by the thud of another student crashing down on Midoriya, taking a second to give Bakugo a slight nod, knowing what he was about to attempt.

Though the rest of the class wasn’t on the same page as they stared with wide eyes, anxiety gripping them with a hellish force.

“What are?-”

Without so much as a word Bakugo flipped the Momo-made tazer on, the blue light sending crackles around them as Momo’s face paled.

“Wait stop! I used the wrong formula if you use that you’ll kill him!” She screamed but before any of them had time to do anything Bakugo plunged the tazer straight into Denki’s side.

The buzzing hum of lightning sent Kaminari’s eyes flying open as he howled in shock, his own electricity discharging in low bursts that sent the Izuku under him spasming from the jolts.

Everyone held their breathes as a hissing steam trailed from Denki’s clothes and he slumped over again.

A groan emitting past his lips as they were all silent for a split second.

All Might hastily rolled Kaminari off Izuku as gently as he could before checking Midoriya’s pulse.

His eyes were like steel in the dim light and they could see the sweat that rolled down his face from the mental and physical strain of it all.

The room held its breath.

“He has a pulse,” All Might said at last, wiping his forehead as he sat back.

The whole class cheered.

“He’ll live? He’s going to be okay!”

“That was so cool! Terrifying, but cool!”

“He’s alive! Thank goodness!”

“Dude you saved him!”

“How did you know tha’d work!”

“Huh? You saying you doubted me tape face!?” Bakugo raised an eyebrow at Sero with a murderous look as his friend held up his hands in surrender.

“No just wondering,” he said with a shrug and a light hearted smile.

Uraraka only stared at him with an unwavering gaze as the rest of the class praised Bakugo, “This doesn’t change what you said,” she added and the whole room felt ice cold with the glare he gave her.

Several other students remembering the ugly way Bakugo laughed at Izuku, telling him to kill himself in such a cold way that it was chilling.

It might not have been him, but he admitted to it which was just as bad.

“Hey come on give the guy some credit, he saved Izuku’s life!” Kirishima stuttered as he threw his arms around both Uraraka and Bakugo.

“That’s gotta count for something right? We’ll deal with that when he wakes up! Let’s enjoy this for a second!”

“If he wakes up.”

“Iida!”

“I’m afraid he’s right.” All Might’s said, his voice eerily serious as he looked at Izuku with a hidden gaze.

“The damage that Midoriya suffered is immense. We only barely managed to save his life but if we can’t get him to recovery girl then our efforts will be pointless.”

“How can we do that when..”

'When we’re trapped in here,’ the sentence was left unfinished but they all knew what was implied.

That awful silence returned.

“We’ve gotta try! Maybe we can find a way to contact someone! The other teachers are bound to be wondering where we are!” Uraraka added, her optimism hanging by a thread.

“All we can do is try,” someone mocked bitterly, the frustration of not being able to do anything was starting to get to them.

All Might gently lifted Izuku, his charred arm hanging limply to his side as All Might did his best not to jostle him any more than he had to.

“It’s exactly as Miss Uraraka said! We have to try!” He shouted, a laugh echoing off the walls that fuelled them more with a sense of dread than hope.

Tokoyami was waiting for them from his corner when they made it back.

He heard everything from the speakers, it was almost worse not being able to be there as he had to listen in on his class panicking, unable to say or do a thing.

“Welcome back,” he said dryly, a candle on his head dripped wax onto his feathers right as his classmates filed in.

“Yaoyorozu can you make a blanket or a sheet of some kind?” All Might asked giving a quick nod in Tokoyami’s direction, still carrying Izuku as he stood.

“I don’t know, I’ve already made too many things I’m starting to get dizzy,” she murmured, her fingers trembling as she shook her head violently.

“No. I can do it, give me a second.”

All Might nodded, his gut burned with the hatred of knowing he was putting his students in a horrible position.

Kaminari was already knocked out past the point of being fried, and Yaoyorozu was borderlining on her own quirk overuse.

He wanted to keep everyone safe.

But Izuku was their top priority, they might have kept him breathing, but that didn’t mean they were in the clear.

Any one of his injuries could kill him if they aren’t quick enough.

The poor boy felt so small and weak in his arms and he cursed himself for not realising how much his successor must’ve been pushing himself to get to this point.

How he didn’t realise it sooner he didn’t know, but the guilt was crushing him, and had he not needed to focus on saving Midoriya’s life..

All Might wasn’t sure how he’d manage it.

A pressure weighed down his heart as he watched Izuku intently, waiting for Yaoyorozu to finish the sheet, the slight rise and fall of his chest didn’t offer any form of relief.

It shook him to his core, each breath the boy gave worrying him to death, wondering if suddenly he’d stop breathing again and that shallow breath would be his last.

If he was just a second late getting to him, if his class hadn’t followed him despite telling them to stay put, if they didn’t realise what was going on. His body felt ice cold, rigid with the quickening pace of his heartbeat knowing as a silent panic surged and he knew deep down that Izuku would have been dead and there was nothing he could have done.

'I asked him to do this, I could have stopped him. Why did I let this happen?’ His thoughts wandered into pathetic blames that he knew he shouldn’t have been thinking about, until he realised he was holding onto Izuku far too tightly than he should.

“Here,” Momo said in a shaky voice as she held out a thin blanket, her uniform practically in tatters from the amount of things she’d made.

Just as she handed the blanket off she stumbled, nearly collapsing if it weren’t for Jirou who managed to catch her.

“I’m fine, just a little anaemic,” she muttered as Kyoka helped her sit down.

“Here! Have some MM’s!” Mineta stuttered as he held out a small sandwich bag half full of candy.

Both Jirou and Momo gave him a disgusted look as they eyed the bag, “Just where were you keeping that?” Jirou asked with an eyebrow raise as Momo sighed and took the bag from the corner, not wanting to touch it anymore than she had to.

“It doesn’t matter, I need to be able to make something if Izuku needs it so it’ll have to do.”

Mineta gave a sheepish look as Jirou glared daggers into him.

“Oh my god, Izuku!” Uraraka gasped, their attention drawn to her as horror made her eyes go wide and her hands rose to cover her mouth to suppress the urge to scream.

They hadn’t gotten a good look of his injuries back in the training room..

They knew it was bad, they heard it when it happened, but nothing could’ve prepared them for this.

Izuku was laid out where All Might set him down on the sheet, one arm loosely placed over his chest as the other dangled off the couch.

The fabric of his uniform was burnt away up to the shoulder, the loose threads entangled and seared into the burnt flesh of his arm as if melding into him.

The entire skin of his burn, that should’ve been an ordinary pinkish colour, was instead a nauseating red that reached the swollen tips of his blackened fingers.

His fingernail indentions the only remains of his nails, the heat having been so intense that the nails burnt away leaving a gross sulphuric scent that lingered around his palm.

The whole sight was made a million times worse by the charred skin that bunched together in streaks, the clumps of grossly white pieces pushed together in thin lines that trailed down his arm.

It was revolting.

Not just to look at but the smell, they could smell the metallic burning scent that lingered on his arm and filled the room with a sickening charcoal smell that assaulted their senses and made them gag.

His leg jutted out in a position that wasn’t normal, swollen with purple veins visible from the rips in his uniform, and amidst his tear streaked face were gross darkened spots that had begun to slowly form.

Todoroki stared, his whole body entranced in an ice cold shame that drew his own fingers to graze the scarred red blotch on his face.

Izuku had a handprint that branded his forehead in the same place his was.

There weren’t any words that could describe the sinking dark feeling he felt at seeing that.

The edges around the print were dark red and blobs of swollen yellow dotted the sides of it as skin was melted together from the intensity of the heat.

It even seemed as if his eyelid was burned shut and Shoto had to stop the bile that rose from his throat as he felt the acid burning away at him.

Even Bakugo was eerily silent as he stared with an unreadable expression at Izuku’s arm, unable to look away in that same grotesque trance.

All Might put a hand on both their shoulders startling them from whatever thoughts they had.

“This wasn’t your fault.” His voice was stern as he gripped their shoulders in some kind of attempt to get through to them.

“You didn’t do this to him.”

Bakugo shrugged his hand off with a click of his tongue but Shoto remained frozen in place.

How could All Might say this wasn’t them

when it was his quirk that scarred his eye shut? When it was his quirk that left that handprint?

When- if he reached out, placed his own hand on that mark, it would fit perfectly, every indention accurate, even to the unseeable divots of his fingerprints.

That feeling filled his stomach, as if it were a sickly black tar and Shoto traced the outlines of his own scar, unable to look away at the burn he made on his-

He didn’t have the right to call him his friend anymore.

Blood trailed out from his mouth and with the way he was laying they all were terrified he was dead.

“All Might he- he-” Uraraka gasped, her breathing hitched as she had to turn away, her face a mess of tears.

“We’ll do what we can.” His voice was serious, not wanting to give them hope when he knew full well just how severe this was.

“I believe there should be a first aid kit behind one of the panels? Iida could you-”

Before All Might could even finish Iida had already grabbed it and handed it off to him without a word.

His mouth had gone deathly dry at the sight of his best friend.

“Thank you.”

Quietly they watched their teacher get to work.

It was like watching a doctor as he used some bottle with something in it to wash the wound, wincing as it bubbled up and hissed before dying down.

Within seconds Izuku’s arm was bandaged, covering the scorched marks that wounded them each time they looked at it.

“Well that’s a pro for you,” someone joked but there wasn’t any laughter behind it.

Everyone was dead quiet as they watched.

“Todoroki, put pressure on his leg, try to use your ice side to reduce swelling.”

Shoto gave a silent nod as All Might gingerly lifted Izuku so Todoroki could sit.

“Is it broken?” Someone asked in a whisper.

“I’m afraid so.” All Might set Izuku back down, Todoroki’s gaze ripped from the handprint as he focused on cooling his leg.

Without wasting a second All Might went back to work, using a gauze strip to wrap Izuku’s head, covering the burn mark as best he could.

“He looks awful,” Uraraka muttered, as something caught her eye.

“Wait All Might! He’s shaking!” Their gazes were drawn to the tremors that racketed Izuku’s body as his breathing became ragged.

“He’s hypothermic.”

“Hypothermic!? How can he be cold! His arm’s completely burnt!” Sero sputtered in disbelief, gesturing to the bandaged arm as if it were about to fall off.

“It’s the loss of skin,” Todoroki said quietly, his face expressionless as he kept looking down, “When burns get bad it gets cold.”

“Is that from experience?”

Shoto didn’t answer as they all were plunged into a heavy silence again, save from the sounds of Izuku’s gasps.

Momo shakily got to her feet, leaning on Jirou as she handed over another blanket, “Here, it’s the last thing I can make, I’m sorry I can’t do more.”

“Are you kidding! You’ve done way more than any of us!” Kirishima said with a grin, “You’re awesome!”

Momo just nodded, exhaustion giving way as Jirou had to help her lay back down.

“Thank you Yaoyorozu, this will help,” he said causing a small smile to form on her face as he placed the blanket on Izuku.

“For now he’s stable, but we need to get him to recovery girl as soon as possible, his condition could turn at any moment.”

“So he’ll live!” Mina gushed, her hands shaking as she held them together, trying to comfort her anxiety.

“He’s-” She had to pause, heaving as she fought the overwhelming relief that consumed her, “He’s not going to die!? He’ll be fine?”

“For now, yes, but we need to get out of here as soon as we can.” All Might said as the class let out sighs of relief, a mental exhaustion rushing over them.

“Everything’s going to be okay,” Uraraka inhaled, her legs giving out on her as she slid to the floor.

“He’ll be fine, we’ll get out of here, everything’s fine,” she muttered quietly, closing her eyes for a split second before suddenly she jolted, her face contorting from a shocked realisation that struck her like a bullet.

“But how long until we get out!” She shouted, startling those next to her.

“We’ve already been here like an hour right?” Kirishima asked with a face full of hope.

“Approximately an hour and thirty minutes discounting the training exercises before the accident, yes.”

“Did you time this or something?” Jirou questioned with an eyebrow raise at Iida’s proud face.

“Exactly, it’s good knowing the situation when something goes wrong.”

“Thank you Iida,” All Might nodded, cutting their conversation short.

“I’m afraid there isn’t anything we can do except wait for help to come or lockdown shuts off on its own.”

The small sliver of hope they had deflated as quickly as it came.

“So? Does that mean we’ll be stuck in here for the rest of the day!? What’ll happen to Izuku!” Ashido practically screamed, fear taking over her voice as her shaky eyes filled with tears again.

All Might grew quiet which only fuelled the anxiety that went around the room like wild fire.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry, the most we can do is keep him alive for as long as we can.”

They accepted that fact like a punch to the face.

“But.. But! What about contacting someone! What about I don’t know- Phones! Yeah! Does anyone have a phone!”

“Fucking idiot, don’t you remember what All Might said!?”

“Huh?”

“Shitty hair, you’ve got even shittier hearing, All Might said not to bring devices because the force field you dumbass.”

Kirishima had a blank look on his face as Bakugo’s eye twitched in annoyance.

“The magnetic pulses!? Fuck do you not listen to anything!? It would break the damn phone, you couldn’t get a message out if you tried!”

Eijiro scratched the back of his head awkwardly, a look of guilt crossing his face as he flashed Bakugo a smile, “Sorry, must have zoned out or something.”

Bakugo clicked his tongue, irritated at having to repeat himself.

“The radio in the panels was unfortunately overloaded with electricity, it was the first thing I checked but the good news is that a lockdown message should have been sent to the school immediately.”

All Might said, silencing their bickering as he explained.

“Then why haven’t they come yet?” Tsuyu asked with a croak that summoned yet another upsetting pause.

All Might grew quiet again, the class holding its breath for the answer they were all desperately wondering.

“I don’t know.”

The class exploded into a mass chaos of groans and, 'What!’s that rang out through the small room.

“Quiet down!” All Might silenced them all, his voice rising to a shout as they all stared at him.

“We can’t risk Midoriya waking up, if he sees his injuries, in the state he’s in it could plunge him into shock, which could spark another heart attack.”

“Kaminari’s body can’t handle any more electricity, if he goes into a heart attack Midoriya will die.” All Might stressed the word, 'will,’ as they all felt that heaviness return.

“As I was saying, I don’t know why backup hasn’t come yet. They could very well be on their way now, or something happened with the communication and the school didn’t receive the message at all.”

No one spoke. The prospect of help not even coming was too depressing to even consider.

“That being said our top priority is making sure Midoriya stays alive. If the doors do open, Iida you have to take him to recovery girl as quickly as you can.”

Tenya gave a stark nod, a stern expression scrunching his forehead together with the worry and determination he felt.

With explanations out of the way All Might turned towards Kaminari, who was carried back in by Bakugo and left laying on the ground like a rag doll.

Without a word he knelt down, checking his vitals before lifting him up and setting him down on the couch besides Izuku.

“Young Kaminari is just fine, Yaoyorozu did a fine job with her creation of the taser, the electricity caused a jumpstart that saved Midoriya’s life. He’s overused his ability only slightly.”

“Oh thank god,” Mina whispered, having worn herself out from her outbursts.

“It isn’t like the idiot can get fucking stupider even if he over cooked himself.”

Kirishima laughed, more so out of the relief that knowing at least Denki was okay than anything else.

“Yaoyorozu can you stand?” All Might asked, cutting his laughter short.

“I think?”

Shakily she rose to her feet, stumbling as Jirou managed to help her steady herself.

“Jirou, help her to the couch where Kaminari is situated, you both acted as true heroes today putting your lives on the line for a fellow classmate.” All Might praised with a smile that made Momo blush with pride as she muttered a thanks.

“How’s Midoriya doing?”

Their eyes went back to Izuku, his friends sitting as close as they could without disturbing him, save for Todoroki who was being used as an ice pack.

“I don’t think it’s good,” Uraraka had a look of teary eyed worry as she gripped the blanket on him so tightly her knuckles turned white.

“His breathings laboured, it’s almost as if he’s struggling to breathe.” Iida pointed out from where he stood next to Izuku.

They had to admit he was right, Izuku was panting in his sleep, his eyes squinted shut as his body twitched.

“He’s not having a nightmare is he? Cause that can’t be it? After all that having a nightmare would just be-” Mineta trailed off as he squeezed his way around to see Izuku, a nervous sweat breaking out across Midoriya’s face as the boy shifted.

“It doesn’t look good, his pulse is beating too quick,” Todoroki looked up, his usual expressionless face contorted into a look of sheer worry.

“All Might what do we do!?”

They looked towards their teacher hoping that he’d come up with something, anything.

“We’ll have to wake him up.”

“What! But you just said that would kill him!” Sero shouted before a punch collided with his arm and he let out a pained grunt as he rubbed the sore spot.

“What was that for!?”

“You’re too fucking loud, it’s making my ears hurt.”

“What? But you were like, halfway across the room!?”

“Do you want me to fucking punch you again?” Bakugo growled in a low voice as he glared with narrow eyes at the surrendering Sero.

“No,” he muttered still rubbing at his arm.

“How do we wake him up?” Uraraka asked, ignoring the bantering as she looked up at All Might with a fierce seriousness.

“Try not to shake him or shock him awake, if you aren’t gentle then it could immediately plunge him into heart failure. We don’t know how damaged his internal organs are, act as if he could break at the slightest touch.”

Uraraka nodded slowly, but before she had a chance to do anything she was interrupted by a blood curdling scream that pierced the air with the metallic scent of blood.

Izuku’s eyes shot open, his body convulsing as he kept screaming as if someone had pinned him down and was slowly hacking him to pieces bit by bit.

“WHAT THE FUCK’S WRONG WITH HIM!?” Bakugo shouted amidst the shrieks as All Might immediately snatched the blanket from on top of him and bundled it together before placing it under Izuku’s head as quick and gently as he could.

“He’s having a seizure!” All Might yelled over the screaming and at the word, 'Seizure,’ Kirishima had a lightbulb ding over his head and he rushed to help pin Izuku’s legs and arms down.

Before he had the chance All Might blocked his path with his arm, “No. I know you want to help Kirishima, however the most helpful thing you can do right now is stay back.”

“Todoroki try to move out of the way.”

Shoto flinched as Izuku’s good leg collided with his gut and he frowned, “What about his broken leg? Doesn’t it need to be cold still?”

“It does, but Midoriya isn’t in control of his actions.”

“I’ll stay.” Todoroki said with a forcefulness that left All Might actually considering letting him.

“No. You’ll be far more helpful to him if you’re uninjured.”

Shoto looked back at Izuku with an unreadable expression as he begrudgingly slid himself away from Midoriya’s flailing arms.

His screaming had died down, his voice unable to keep up with the volume of his horror.

Gradually the kicks and jolts died down to twitches as they all could do nothing more than watch and hope they wouldn’t see his body go limp.

“Is he? Is he okay?” Mineta asked in a shaky voice as he hid behind Shoji.

“For now yes. It wasn’t a long one, if it were there would be a problem-”

“What kind of problem?” Ashido accidentally interrupted before suddenly clamping her hands on her mouth, upset at her interruption.

All Might didn’t mind as he paused to give her a sympathetic look.

“He could have brain injuries if the seizure continued, the effects could be anything- He could lose his senses, have trouble speaking, and in worse cases it could paralyse or kill him.”

They had to take a minute to digest just how serious it was.

“But that didn’t happen right?” Uraraka asked hopefully, watching Izuku as if any moment he’d start screaming again.

“I can’t say for certain, but I don’t think so.”

“So what the fuck do we do if that shit happens again!? Twiddle our thumbs like idiots!” Bakugo glared at Izuku, his arms crossed as if trying to intimidate the seizures away.

All Might grew quiet again as they turned their eyes to him, staring hopefully, maybe, that there was something they could do.

Their teacher gave a sigh as he watched Izuku’s ragged breathing slow.

“We wait.”

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My first fanfic Pt. 3

Hi guys!! Firstly, I want to say SORRY for not uploading this sooner - I said it would be up soon and then waited THREE MONTHS :((( I am so sorry!!! But please still read it!! I’ll put the whole thing up as usual so you don’t have to scroll through old posts to find Pt. 1 and 2...! <3 Sorry guys!! Hope you like it...

THE LAST THOUGHT.

 Will Solace woke with a start. Loud bangs were coming from his neighbour’s room again. He rolled over and peeked at his phone to check the time.

03:47.

What. The. Fuck.

Will groaned, hoping to god that they would stop moving and making such a racket soon, and he nestled his face back into his bright blue pillow decorated with suns. He exhaled, his blond curls drifting over his freckled forehead.

Bang. Bang. BANG.

Oh, for fuck’s sake, Will thought. 

He had no idea what these noises were, but they had been happening for days now, ever since his new neighbour moved in.

He didn’t usually get annoyed, but it was all he could do to not scream at the wall in frustration. He hadn’t even met his new neighbour, as they seemed to never exit their apartment.  Obviously still alive though, with all this noise. Will frowned, and wriggled further down his bed.

At first, he had hoped his new neighbour would be cute and funny and friendly (and, as Leo wouldn’t stop reminding him, “maybe even boyfriend material, amigo!”), but no such luck. He didn’t even know what gender his neighbour was, and after all this racket, he didn’t care if they were the sexiest man alive.

BANG.

Staring at his ceiling and cursing silently, he resolved to knock on their door tomorrow and sort this out…

***

Beep. Beep. Beep. BEEP. BEEP. BE-

“Ugh.”

Nico di Angelo smacked his alarm clock, swiping at his bedside table, and threw his black duvet over his head, grumbling about the loud noises he heard last night at an ungodly time that morning.

Nico only moved in a few days ago, but he didn’t want to make any effort to get to know his neighbours despite his half-sister Hazel’s insistence that he should “at least try to pretend he had friends and a bit of a life”. Although that made Hazel sound harsh, she was a lovely person and an even better sister, and she really cared for Nico, which is more than Nico could say of anyone else. Besides, she had a point. Nico had never really made an effort with people, mostly because he was terrified of what they’d think of him.

“Weirdo.” “He’s not normal.” “Bell-end.”

Nico buried his face in his mattress, curling up in a foetal position whilst trying to forget the high-school dicks that took great pleasure in tormenting him. High-school had ended a year ago. He was nineteen. He should be over this.

He wasn’t.

Nico looked at his alarm clock.

07:35.

He didn’t have to get up for anything, but getting up made him feel as if he had some sort of purpose in life, even if he just went back to sleep later. He sighed and got up slowly, rubbing his eyes and running a hand through his dark tousled hair.

“You’ve got to stop doing that, you’ll go bald Neeks!!” His sister’s voice echoed in his head.  9 years, and Bianca’s voice was still in his head.

 He pushed a button on his De Longhi coffee machine and made himself an espresso. Hazel had referred to his new coffee machine as his “pride and joy” (which, Nico thought, was quite accurate as he was pretty sure his body was 90% coffee beans). He slumped onto his black leather armchair that his millionaire father had “generously” deigned to give him, coffee in hand, and thought about the sleep he’d missed. Whatever Hazel said, after these annoying banging noises, Nico was even more certain he never wanted to get to know his stupid neighbour.

***

When Will woke up to his alarm, he felt as if he’d only been sleeping for a second since he’d been disturbed earlier.

“Bloody new neighbour with their bloody nocturnal habits…”

Will looked at his phone, and cursed when he read the text that his friend Piper had sent him.

“WILL I AM TOTALLY SCREWED FOR TODAY. SERIOUSLY.”

“Shit. Shit. Fuck. Shit.” Will groaned and put his palms to his forehead in annoyance. They had a test today that he had completely and utterly forgotten about. 

Med school was turning out to be way harder than he thought.  Not that he expected it to be easy, exactly, but the tests every week were even starting to wear him down, and he was definitely the most upbeat person there.

He got out of bed and ruffled his hair, pulling up his pyjama trousers so he didn’t trip over the bottom of them, and shuffled into the kitchen area of his flat.

Oh no.

Will looked around at his flat and wrinkled his nose. Pizza boxes and beer bottles covered the floor from last night. Why had he allowed Leo to come over?! It always ended like this, and Leo never ever helped tidy up. For one person, Leo not only ate like a horse, but also made so much mess it looked like a hippo had rampaged through the room.

Will sighed and rubbed his forehead. He was already running a little late and couldn’t afford to clean all this up now, so instead of sorting it out, he wandered to the fridge, pulled out a yoghurt and sat down. His phone buzzed.

“WILL I SWEAR TO ALL THE GODS I CAN’T DO THIS TODAY.”

Will wasn’t worried. Piper said this every morning there was a test and somehow managed to get above 80% every time. People usually would find this annoying. But Will chuckled. He loved Piper, as she was the only other med student who, when faced with Will’s bright clothing and incessant smile, grinned just as widely and said “I like you!”. Naturally, people thought they were going out, but Will didn’t mind it. It was better than having to openly admit the truth.

“You are not allowed to like boys, William. It is not normal.”

His mother’s voice echoed in his head.

At least with Piper herself, Will didn’t have to pretend. Piper knew straight away that Will was gay, and that didn’t bother her at all. In fact, she made it her mission to point out all the men she thought “worthy”. Once, Piper walked up to a guy in their class, and pointed in his face, wiggling her eyebrows at Will. Of course, at the time, Will was so embarrassed, he went tomato-red, but now Will giggled and blushed slightly at the memory. He really did love Piper.

He checked the time again.

08:05.

He suddenly remembered his resolution to confront his new neighbour.

Maybe that can wait till tomorrow…? Will mused, not really desiring any sort of conflict. Or maybe just after class… He decided to wait until later to choose.

He tugged at a strand of hair that fell in front of his blue eyes, wrestling with the possibility of calling in sick to avoid the test. But, as usual, Will felt guilty at even the thought of that, and so texted Piper to say he was on his way, and went back to his bedroom to get dressed.

Okay… he thought, as he left the apartment. Time to face the music.

***

Nico heard a bang as his neighbour left their apartment. He guessed they were quite clumsy, because every single morning he heard a thud as they closed their door, occasionally accompanied by an “Ow!”. Nico rolled his eyes and sighed. Clearly, this neighbour was deaf or something, especially considering all the loud noises that had been emanating from the flat next door. 

Nico put his coffee mug down on the ridiculously expensive black marble coffee table, (another “present” from his father) stretched in his armchair and dropped his head back, glaring at the ceiling. 

 Wasn’t the whole point of not being in school so that I could restart my life? Find a hobby? A career? A friend…? 

 Nico sighed and rubbed his eyes. A friend was the least likely of the three he would ever have. He never had got along with people. People didn’t get along with me, he thought. Not since Bianca died…  Nico breathed deeply. He really missed her. He missed her ability to cheer him up with only a look, the constant glint in her eye, her laugh, her energy, her voice…

Great. Wallowing in self-pity. Nice. 

A faint buzz interrupted his sombre thoughts.  Nico forced himself to stand up, glancing at his mobile phone that he’d chucked on the kitchen worktop. 

Neeks. Emergency with Dad. Hazel xx

 Ugh. Leave it to our father to screw things up.

 Be right there N x

 Nico picked up his keys and was about to step out of the door when he looked down and realised he was still wearing his novelty Darth Vader pyjamas that Hazel had given him as a joke. Nico smirked despite himself, and went back to his room to quickly pull on black jeans and his ACDC t-shirt. Hazel called this his “rock-emo look”, but Nico had always felt black was his colour. 

 Yet another thing people at school took the piss out of me for.

 He tugged his trainers on, grabbed his leather jacket and stepped out the door, raising his eyebrow at a mound of miscellaneous cardboard that resembled…pizza boxes?…outside his neighbour’s door. 

 Typical, he thought, turning his back on the curious disorganised lump and striding through the corridor to the outside world. 

***

Well, that was awful. 

Will ran his hand through his hair, frowning at the space where his test had been. He sighed, and looked over at Piper who was grinning at him, mouthing “THAT WAS NOT TOO BAD”, and he made an extreme pouty grumpy face to show her that he did not feel the same. Piper winked at him and stuck her tongue out, her hazel eyes shining. 

Will sulked, wrinkling his nose and scrunching his eyebrows together, but couldn’t hold back a snort of laughter when Piper stood up and melodramatically blew him a kiss. Piper tossed her braided hair over her shoulder and winked again, giggling at Will as he struggled to keep a straight face. Will really loved her to bits. 

“Why the looooong face, Will?” 

Will looked up from his seat and met Piper’s inquiring eyes, and shrugged his shoulders. “Pipes, the test was so bad. I don’t even know if I answered half of the questions in comprehensible English!”

Piper tilted her head to one side, her choppy fringe drifting across her forehead, and put her hand on his shoulder. “Oh, I’m sure it wasn’t as bad as you thought it was!” She grinned and ducked to catch Will’s eye, and he smirked back, standing up to sling his rucksack over his shoulder. They walked for a minute or so in silence. Will was still worrying about the test, and Piper wasn’t sure whether she should interrupt his thoughts. They stopped outside their classroom and Piper checked her phone.

“Ooh we’ve still got ten minutes! Shall we just stay here?” Will nodded, but stayed quiet.  Piper frowned, but then her face lit up with a wide smile. “I have something for you!” 

Will frowned at Piper. “Ummm Pipes, last time you said that, you introduced me to Leo. I don’t need to remind you how well that turned out.”

“Oh Will, don’t be so dramatic, you love Leo now!”

 “Yeah I do”, Will admitted, “but not in the way you hoped!”

Piper chuckled, and pulled something that resembled a fur-ball out of her tote bag. “Here.” She pressed it into his hand. 

“Pipes…why have you given me a dead rat?” 

“It is not a dead rat! Jeez, Will. Is this the thanks I get for giving you a lucky rabbit’s foot?”

“A what?!” Will dropped it, squeaking and wrinkling his freckled nose in disgust. Piper picked it up again, putting a hand on her hip and waving the foot at Will.

“A lucky rabbit’s foot. According to mum, it’s meant to bring you all the luck you need!” 

Will looked at the strange object, slightly freaked out by the idea of it having belonged to a real animal. “Well if it was so lucky, you could’ve given it to me before the stupid test then…” Will grumbled, gingerly taking the foot and stuffing it in his jeans pocket. 

“Will, why are you being such a grump today?” Piper pouted, furrowing her eyebrows. 

Will looked at her and sighed, feeling guilty. “Sorry Pipes, I just didn’t get a good night’s sleep. It’s this neighbour! They don’t seem to understand that 4am is not an appropriate time to refurbish their flat!”

Piper studied Will’s face for a second, before bursting out laughing. Will felt his face grow hot, and was slightly confused at Piper’s reaction. 

“What?! Pipes this isn’t funny! It is so annoying and I can’t get any sleep and it’s endless and- PIPER!”

Piper was crying with laughter, doubled over and cackling loudly. “I’m sorry Will, it’s just, your face, and you looked…so furious” Piper wheezed, and Will stood opposite her looking disapprovingly. Piper was just standing there, guffawing in the middle of the corridor.  

“Are you quite finished?” Will crossed his arms, attempting to look annoyed, but really just smiling along with her. 

Piper had tears streaming down her face, and was laughing so hard that she was spluttering, and she started coughing loudly. 

“Oh god, Pipes! Are you okay?!”

Piper just nodded and giggled, and Will rolled his eyes at his friend. 

“Pipes, you are certifiably insane.”

“I’m not the one who sounds like a grandpa at the age of 19!”

Will chuckled, and just as he did so, the bell rang to signal the start of class. Ugh, Will thought. More brain-work. 

As they wandered into the classroom, Piper mused “So…Will…this neighbour…are they cute?”. Will turned around to Piper winking, with a mischievous glint in her eye, and he rolled his eyes for the second time in five minutes.

Yet, as Will sat down and pulled out his books from his bag, he found himself thinking… what if they are…? 

***

Slipping his motorbike keys into his pocket, Nico knocked on Hazel's door. He hadn't noticed his father's black Mercedes S-class outside, which was confusing, as Hazel had clearly mentioned trouble with their father. Nico figured that, in usual crap father-style, he had left after upsetting Hazel.

 Probably without even apologising or realising he had upset her. That would be classic oblivious and uncaring dad.

 Nico sighed, knocking again on Hazel's golden door of her flat. Nico remembered the day she picked that colour. He had thought then that it was absolutely ridiculous to have a golden door, but Hazel's heart was set on it. And when that happens, I know to let her have it.

 "Hey, Neeks!!"

 Nico flinched at Hazel's bright, unwavering smile and her diamanté-studded top. She leapt onto him, giving him a huge hug, and he smelt her coconut shampoo in her caramel corkscrew-curls as she buried her face into his chest.

 He couldn't help but smile as his sister stepped away and, with a little faux curtsey, waved him into her apartment.

 "Coffee?" Hazel sweetly smiled, and gestured to the coffee machine.

 Nico chuckled softly. "Go on, then."

 Hazel beamed, and walked towards the marble countertop in her kitchen.

 Nico was almost grinning too until he remembered why he had come in the first place.

 Dad.

 Nico took a deep breath and looked at Hazel, rubbing his arm in nervousness. "So...what happened...?" Nico studied Hazel's face. She still seemed surprisingly cheerful.

 "What happened when, Neeks?"

 "Um...wi-with dad?" Nico frowned, confused and concerned that Hazel was showing no signs of worry or distress. "As in, when he came over...what did he say?"

 Hazel wrinkled her nose, pouring some coffee beans into the coffee machine. "...hm?"

 "Hazel. You texted me?!" Nico exclaimed, now even more confused than ever.

 “Oh, aha I did, didn’t I?”

 “…Hazel…?!” Nico’s eyes narrowed, impatient for an explanation.

 “Ummm…” Hazel looked at the ground. “I lied.”

 “What do you mean? Why…?” Nico scanned her face, attempting to detect any slight hint of an explanation.

 “I wanted to ask you something…kinda…important…and wanted to, well, make sure you came over…” Hazel mumbled.

 Nico felt guilty as he saw his sister shift, seemingly uncomfortable, tugging on a curl.  

 “Hey…”, Nico stepped towards Hazel and rubbed her arm. “I’ll be here for you whenever, you know that.” Nico frowned, worried, and nudged Hazel’s arm, as if supplicating an explanation.

 Hazel took a deep breath, and nibbled on her bottom lip.

 “Well…basically…there’s this…ummmm…” Hazel blushed slightly.

 “Yes…?”

 “Guy.” Hazel squeaked out, looking everywhere but at Nico.

 Nico’s eyes widened and his eyebrows almost shot upwards and off his face. He looked at Hazel, and she met his gaze with worried eyes. Then, Nico snorted.

 “What…?! Neeks!! What is it?!”

 Nico doubled over laughing, wheezing slightly. Any semblance of a ‘bad boy’ persona had evaporated as Nico started crying with laughter, shaking slightly as he spluttered:

 “Nothing…aha…nothing! Just – Well I – I thought you were about to tell me something awful! Not that you liked a boy!”

 Hazel punched Nico in the arm. “This is serious!!” she exclaimed, with a fiery look in her eyes.

 Nico looked at his sister, attempting to keep a straight face. “Alright, alright! I’m – aha – I’m sorry!”

 Hazel blushed furiously, turning her back on Nico. “Here’s your coffee.” She said, plonking it down on the kitchen surface in front of him.

 “Hey, Hazel…I think it’s great you have found someone. Really.” Nico smiled at her. “What’s his name?”

 “Frank.” Hazel grumpily supplied.

 Nico tried to suppress another chuckle that almost forced its way out of his mouth. He coughed, “Ah, how do you know him?”

 “School. He’s in my Art History class.”

 “Great! I know how much you love that.” Nico smirked. “…He isn’t the reason you’ve been gushing about those classes is he…?”

 Hazel narrowed her eyes, lightly punching Nico’s arm again. “Shut up! No, he is not!!”

 Nico snickered, and this time Hazel couldn’t help herself either. She giggled and gave Nico a hug, and Nico wrapped his arms around her, giving her a little squeeze and resting his head on the top of her caramel curls.

 “Honestly Hazel, I’m so happy for you.” Nico stepped away, grinning again. “So…when can I meet this Frank?”

 “Neeks! It is not anywhere near serious! And you are not scaring him off, okay?!”

 Nico raised his hands in surrender. “No of course not!” He smirked. “Just need to make sure he’s good enough for my little sis.”

 “Hmmm...” Hazel raised an eyebrow. “How about…no?”

 “Awww come on Hazel, I’m intrigued now!” Nico smirked again.

 “Not now!” Hazel narrowed her eyes cunningly. “Anyway, what about you?! Is there anyone for you, big bro?”

 Nico just rolled his eyes and shrugged.

 Yeah right, as if there would ever be anyone who would like me.

 ***

 Will pushed his shoulder into his door, turning the key. He threw his bag on the floor and slumped into a chair at the kitchen table, resting his hands on his temples.

 “Ughhh…” Will groaned. That last class had been hell. Will had been completely lost from start to finish, and he got a headache in the last 20 minutes that had made it even more impossible to concentrate.

 His phone buzzed, and Will glanced at it, still cradling his temples.

 “Hey amigo, you still up for the party tonight?”

 Shit.

 Will had forgotten that Leo had invited him to a college party, and if he was brutally honest, he really did not want to go. But, he also didn’t want to let Leo down.

 He started typing:

 “Hi bro, yeah I would love to!”

 Then he remembered the last time he went to one of Leo’s college parties. Will had been left all alone within 5 minutes of him arriving because Leo had found some poor girl to spend the night with, and Will ended up sitting on a sofa with two other guys who kept asking him whether he’d be up for a threesome.

 Ugh.

 “Actually, I’m sorry bro, I’m not feeling too well. Hope you have fun!”

 Will sent it, relieved that he had made the decision not to go, and slipped his phone back into his pocket. He stood up, sighing, and thought of the sleep he had lost the previous night. Will then remembered he still had to confront his neighbour about that.

 Maybe some other time…

 He picked up his bag and made his way towards his bedroom, collapsing on his bed with his bag under him and his shoes still on.

 Knock. Knock. Knock.  

 Will frowned into his pillow. Surely that wasn’t someone knocking on his door? He had already told Leo he couldn’t go this evening, and he wasn’t expecting Piper.

 KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

 This time Will couldn’t pretend it wasn’t for him. He scrambled to his feet, shuffling out of his bedroom. He opened his door.

 Wow.

 Will was greeted by, put quite simply, the most beautiful man he had ever seen. He had thick, wavy, jet-black hair, gently parted at the side, and was wearing a leather jacket that hugged his shoulders and arms. His skinny black jeans accentuated his muscular yet lean physique, and Will’s eyes widened as he noticed a strip of skin peeking out between his ACDC t-shirt and the waistband of his jeans. Will suddenly felt extremely underdressed in his light blue jeans and yellow t-shirt. He hurriedly attempted to smooth down his curly hair, which was undoubtedly tousled from his earlier collapse onto his bed.

 “Um. Hi.”

 Idiot. Hi?! Any stupid person can just say hi!!

 “Hello. I’m your neighbour. Nico di Angelo.”

 “Hi.”

 Again with the hi?! AGH!

 “Um, I mean hi. Nice to meet you Nathan.”

 “Nico.”

 FUCK.

 “Nico, sorry! It has been a long day! …I like your um…jacket.”

 I LIKE YOUR JACKET?! William Solace what are you doing you stupid man?!

 “Thank you. I was actually knocking to…to say hello.”

 Will grinned broadly. “Oh, well hello!”

 Nico looked slightly surprised. “Er…what’s your name?”

 Stupid!! Why didn’t Will say his name before?!

 “Oh, I’m Will. Will Solace.”

 “Great.”

 Great…? What did that mean…?

 Will felt himself blush furiously as he had eye contact with Nico’s chocolate-brown eyes, and averted his gaze.

 “Well, it was nice to meet you.”

 “Yeah, you too – er, Nico.”

 “Goodbye.”

 “Bye.”

 Will closed his door, and leant against it. What had just happened?! Will had a god for a next-door neighbour. An actual god. He was gorgeous! And his voice…so rich and…well… sexy. Will took a deep breath, attempting to register what had just happened. He slid down to the floor by his door and put his hands on his cheeks. He was burning hot!

 Ugh…I probably looked a right red idiot! Getting his name wrong, and then complimenting him on his jacket…Argh…!

 He closed his eyes and tried to imagine his neighbour’s face again, still in slight shock from the encounter.

 ***

 What just happened?!

 Nico walked back into his apartment, and sat in his armchair. At first, he hadn’t even wanted to meet his neighbour, but then he resolved to confront them about the loud noises, before it got even worse. He had been so ready to get angry, but something had happened. He just lost all sense of anger when he looked at…Will, was it? There was something about him that made any anger he had dissipate…Something about his freckled face and curly blonde hair that slightly stuck in all directions…and his tight jeans…and his even tighter yellow t-shirt…

 He looked down at his outfit and cursed slightly. He looked like an overgrown middle schooler that listened to music alone in his room. But why would that bother him? It never usually did, in fact, he revelled in the fact that he still rocked the all-black look and didn’t care what people thought.

 Idiot.

 Nico relaxed into his chair, crossing his ankles. He thought back to Will’s grin…how it lit up his whole face, illuminating his already perfect features, making his blue eyes sparkle.

 Shit.

 Nico’s eyes widened.

 What am I thinking?! Perfect features?! Sparkling eyes?! Oh gods…

 Nico chewed on his bottom lip, sighing heavily.

 This cannot be happening. I don’t even know this guy! Next time I see him, I will confront him about the noises. Maybe he has a boyfriend…? Or girlfriend…

 Nico stopped himself from thinking too hard about the possibility of his neighbour having a partner.

 Ugh.

 Nico closed his eyes.

 What is happening…?

 ***

So... the boys have finally met!!! HOW EXCITING!!! Plz leave comments/thoughts/constructive criticism in the comments and like/reblog if it floats your boat!! <3 Love you all!!!

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hey (sorry back again) i just realised you write for riverdale so I wanted to ask if you would write something for archie finding juggie after his dad was arrested and he's been in the rain for hours and obviously doesn't have a home and doesn't want to go back to arch's bc of the whole thing and plus he's already been a little ill but being cold and wet outside at night increased that by like tenfold

(Dude I want you to know I adore this prompt with all my heart. This is right up my alley and presses every button i love in a sickfic!)

A picture.

Torn, sodden and crumpled on the cold, wet ground. It glistens with the rain.

A picture of his family Jughead keeps in his pocket at all times. A picture that once filled with his cold heart with a little spark of warmth. Even just a little. A picture that once served as his only hope, the thing he looked ahead on the horizon in hopes it could get him through this awful limbo he was living.  

Jughead watches as it withers and breaks down as the rain splatters harshly on top of it. Soaking it to its core, and he watches as the colours splatter and mix and distort until it is all gone. Just this haunting culmination of what was once there. Horribly warped.

It’s scarily to the point, very resemblant of how he feels now.

Jughead was so sure. He was so sure he could get it back. But he got screwed over, again, and again and again. He never learned. He never learned.

How foolish of him to let himself open the heart he had locked away for good reason, locked away and hidden in the dark corners of a projection booth playing a condensed version of life filled with certainty and a happy end. A conclusion, development, contentment. Jughead had opened himself up again and all he got was a huge blow to his heart and this time Jughead doesn’t think he can put himself back together again.

Jughead thinks maybe this is all he’s ever going to be.

He can never be more than these broken parts. Forever a mess running away from a life he thought he could have, only for it to be ripped to pieces and revealing a nightmare of a life he has to run from. A mess running away from what should have been a fun night with his friends, feeling alive, being a kid.

But that’s just not the way it worked for Jughead. There was something written in his DNA that prevented him from having these things.

The sudden realisation that this is all Jughead’s ever going to have and any hope of light and good in his life are all just futile daydreams forever trapped in his mind is too much for him to bear.

There is not much he can do but burst into tears, his heart aching and screaming for something, a bit of warmth, a bit of light, a bit of love and someone to hold him and tell him it’s going to be alright. Feed him this lie just a little bit longer. His body cannot support the heavy weight of his aching body as he slides down onto the wet, glittering sidewalk, and he buries his face in his hands as he cries.

He despises the little pathetic noises that rip out from his throat as he cries. He sounds so weak and stupid and he resents every inch of his being. Jughead sobs into his hands, every inch of his body wet and pouring. His eyes pour with tears, hair dripping delicate little drops and his nose has began to run from how much he’s crying, and also a mix of the cold he has and the cold he’s feeling.

He grieves and shivers with the cold, his body racked with a rampaging fever he swore was only a light one earlier that day. His teeth chatter violently as he throws his arms around himself in a pathetic attempt to stop his frame from convulsing. He sniffles weakly, coughing wetly, a chesty timbre to the explosions and he splutters. He feels awful. Every inch of him feels awful.

It had started as a little cold. He was sneezing a little more than often, there was a congested timbre to his coughing and he felt a little more exhausted than usual. He’d feel a bit of uncomfortable warmth, as well as this invisible weight weighing down in his shoulders. But it was fine, he was fine.

Jughead had been fine up until this point. He was fine. He was getting ready for a dance with his friends doing normal high school things. He was wearing a nice suit and his hair wasn’t quite as messy. Jughead was a part of something. He joined in with everyone else, stepped out of his shadowy sidelines and experienced things. He didn’t just watch as it went by. Jughead was living, and he had let himself think that this was the end of a long cold lonely winter and he could finally begin. Start anew.

His rampaging fever was only a sure sign of the crumbling and horrendous crash of his life. It’s like someone’s killed him, and who better than his own father, who Jughead thought was getting better, only to find he had already taken an innocent life. A child much like himself. Gone, because of his own flesh and blood.

His mind drifts off to a place so dark and deep, and he starts hoping that his father could come out now and take him too. It almost seems better than this hell he was living.

A sudden burst of coughing takes him away from that dark place and Jughead is glad, because he doesn’t want to be there, but the alternative still hurts. When he coughs it’s like someone is stabbing him in the chest repeatedly, and an awfully painful, screeching echo is left in him after each hacking cough that doubles him over.

The sickly sound is awfully resonant from his chest, and it sounds wet and horrible. Nothing can be worse than this. Jughead continues to cry as he rain falls and leaves him frozen to the bone. He continues to shiver violently and sniffle wetly, awkwardly trying to wipe away the clear liquid onto his sleeve. The action irritates his already reddened and sensitive nose, and he’s taken over by a sharp inhale as his nostrils twinge a little bit and he pitches forward with two harsh, miserable sneezes.

He feels so sick and tired, like he just wants to cuddle up in an actual bed in an actual home that belongs to him and sleep for an eternity. Jughead just wants to rest. His head is so heavy and blurry and clogged up he just wants to curl up then and there. He’s awfully miserable and he just wants for a little bit of sun. A little bit of warmth.

And he does.

It’s not quite what he had been picturing in his mind, but it’s more or less the same. Still warmth, still the sun.

He hears little footsteps in plodding along the rain, making little splashing noises as the being walks across the wet pavement. Jughead doesn’t budge from his crouched, crying position because he doesn’t care. He cannot find it in his heart to care anymore because last time he did he was hurt. He doesn’t care whoever this is, wether it’s some poor confused passerby or Sheriff Keller looking to interrogate him.

But whoever this person is cares enough to calmly approach him, he can feel their presence (and it’s wonderfully warm and Jughead wants to hold them but he’s too scared), they bend down to sit next to him on the edge of the sidewalk.

“Juggie..” Archie whispers softly, reaching out to hold him but cautious. Archie knows Jughead well, he doesn’t always like to be touched.

Jughead doesn’t respond, because he doesn’t know how to.

All he can really do is look up at Archie with a look that is screaming “please help me” or “I need you” or “I don’t know what i’m going to do and everything hurts so much please don’t go” or “I’m falling apart at the seams and I don’t think I can hang on any longer please hold me and don’t let go” but Jughead can’t say anything. He just bursts into tears away and looks away in shame of himself. Ashamed he’s gotten this low.

Jughead desperately wants to just grab at Archie and take in whatever light is left for him. Because Archie is the only light left and he’s shining so bright but Jughead is so scared that once he touches him Archie’s light will go out too. If that happens, Jughead isn’t sure if he can handle it.

He wants to bask in Archie’s light and fall into him and let the world disappear but he’s afraid. He can’t let himself live this lie anymore. This sort of thing cannot and will not happen for him. He has to save his heart. It can’t take it anymore. He can’t let himself believe he can go home to Archie because it is not his home. Jughead cannot belong anywhere. He is doomed to be alone forever. To forever live day by day, forever never having a sense of stability and a home to go to. He will never belong.

“Juggie, I’m so sorry…” Archie says shakily, looking at Jughead with a look so full of guilt and sadness and sympathy. Like his heart is breaking with him.

“You deserve better,” Archie whispers softly, but his voice is strong despite the softness. He is looking at him with so much love and compassion that Jughead can’t help but fall back in. Fall back into this wonderland of an idea of a home. He’s falling back in, and he’s filled with so much terror but it feels so good to let himself believe he can have one.

He’s fallen.

Jughead caves in and lets out a sharp gasp, and falls into Archie’s embrace. The bigger boy is slightly taken aback, but he melts into it with ease and lets it happen. He wraps his arms around Jughead’s shivering frame and lets him hold him close. He holds him with all the love he can possibly muster.

Jughead balls Archie’s t-shirt into his fists, grip tight. He sobs, voice cracking as tears start to drip onto Archie’s grey baseball tee. He’s changed from his suit, Jughead notes, meaning a significant amount of time has passed since the news. He wonders how long it’s been.

Jughead’s breathing begins to pick up as he sobs furiously into Archie’s t shirt, and his best friend soothingly rubs his back while making soft, comforting noises to try and console him to the best of his ability.

“Wh-what the fuck am I going t-to do?! I’m so lost, I don’t kn-know..I w-was s-so sure, Arch..I thought I could f-finally have a family, t-that I could f-finally go home! I was so f-fucking wrong, Archie. I can never..I will never have a home. This is all I’m e-ever going to be!” Jughead sobs hard, his grip tightening. He feels faint from his lack of breathing, his shallow breaths causing his head to ache and the world to spin. His world has already tilted as it is, and now it spins rapidly like he’s on a never ending ride that keeps on going and there’s nothing he can do to stop its eventual crash.

“My dad is a MURDERER!” Jughead hisses angrily, his breathing rough and ragged. “He didn’t just kill Jason that night, he killed my family! He killed any chance of us getting back together! He tore it all apart and watched as it burned! I had a dream my life would be so different from this fucking hell i’m living and he turned it to shame! I hate this! I HATE THIS!”

“Jug,” Archie tries hopelessly as he tries to hold Jughead together as he continues to convulse beneath his grasp. He tenses as the boy began to cough violently, an awfully chesty timbre to the sound of it. His body is racked by the burst of explosions, causing him to bob forward weakly. Archie cups a hand around Jughead’s face and frowns.

“God, Jug! You’re burning up!! We gotta get you home..” Archie gasps.

Jughead lets out a weak moan when he finishes and shakes his head, mumbling feverishly, his body still shuddering,“Nowhere to go..”

“You do, Jughead, please, come with me,” Archie begs worriedly, his heart beginning to race slightly as he feels the intense heat radiating off of Jughead’s pale, wet skin.

“No!” Jughead gasps, and his eyes flicker wildly as he falls into a panic, “I’ve nowhere to go, I’m alone, I’m so alone, I don’t know where I’m going, I just want to be a kid, why can’t I be a kid, what did I do wrong? I hate myself so much..hh..!”

Jughead is spewing out words irrationally, his breathing short as he heaved and gasps, hands shaking violently as he looks around wildly.

“Jughead!” Archie exclaims, bringing Jughead back to reality. He reaches for his shaking, frozen hands and holds them steady, firm in his warmer hands. He intertwines them firmly, scared if he lets go Jughead will be lost from him forever. He’ll slip away for good.

“It’s not your fault,” Archie says softly.

Jughead looks away.

“Jughead, look at me, it’s not your fault,” Archie says.

“I know,” Jughead says shakily, chuckling slightly to try and brush him off.

“No, you don’t, Jughead, It’s not your fault.”

Tears prick at his eyes, shoving him away slightly, “I know! I know! Shut up!”

“Jughead..It’s not your fault.”

Jughead breaks down into another round of tears and throws himself onto Archie, holding him tightly as he cries. It’s almost like sense of relief has washed over him, an overwhelming clarity that has just graced him. A burden off of his shoulders.

“You are never going to be alone. You belong here, Jughead, as much as that voice in your head tells you you don’t. We all love you, Jughead. I’m here, Jughead, and I am not going anywhere. I’m here, and I am here to tell you you are so much more than you think of yourself. And as long as I’m here, you will have a home. It’s not so much the family you were born with, but the family you make along the way. You are my family, Jughead.”

A fond twinkle sparkled across Archie’s eyes, “You know that movie when we were kids? Ohana means family, and family means no one gets left behind.”

Jughead managed a small smile, his shaking subsiding a little, “I was..I was thinking more along the lines of Vin Diesel in the Fast and the Furious ‘I don’t have friends, I have family’ type, but that’s alright I guess.”

Archie manages a little chuckle at that, glad that Jughead has enough left in him to tell a joke. He hasn’t lost him yet, and he hopes it lasts for a little while because once Jughead has stopped making jokes Archie has lost him completely. The moment Jughead stops distracting himself, he’ll let the monsters in, and Archie’s afraid of what that will do.

He can only hope his love is enough.

Jughead’s face scrunches up and his breath hitches, and his nose flares a little and he pitches forward with three messy sneezes towards the glistening gravel and he groans. He rubs his nose irritably and is suddenly taken over by another sneeze which he sloppily covers with the hand already on his nose.

“Bless you,” Archie says quietly as he pulls Jughead to his feet.

“Lets go home.”

Archie helps Jughead into the house, trying to shush him for apologising about how wet he is. He’s almost glad another harsh, sickly sounding sneeze escapes him because it means Jughead can shut up for once.

Archie passes Jughead a tissue and he obliges, blowing his nose softly and eventually, he ends up sneezing again, scrunching his nose up as he continues to sneeze all over the tissue. He gasps for air in between, feeling extremely woozy as he finishes.

“Bless you, kiddo,” Fred says softly, but yet somehow his voice booms across the hallway which causes Jughead to jump slightly (Archie makes a mental note to bring his dad’s lack of an indoor voice up sometime, and Fred says Archie’s guitar is loud).

Fred approaches Jughead and gives him one sad look, and then all of a sudden he’s giving Jughead a huge hug and embracing him. He’s embracing Jughead with so much fatherly love and care, more care in this one moment than Jughead thinks he’s ever received in his whole life. It’s a little scary, but it’s nice.

“I’m so sorry, Jughead, you don’t deserve this. I hope you know that. We are more than happy to be your family for now, and we’ll have you for as long as you have us. I love you, Jughead, and I’m so so sad the world has done this to you. You deserve all the sunshine and blue skies, and it’s a crime this is what you’ve received,” Fred whispers, eyes closed as he lightly rocks Jughead in his hug. Jughead feels small, but in the best possible way. He feels safe and protected, like everything’s going to be okay.

“I..don’t want to do this to you guys,” Jughead croaks.

“Do what? All you’ve done for us is good.” Fred reassures.

Jughead nods and he tries to pull away, but he’s too weak, and ends up accidentally muffling four tired sneezes into Fred’s jacket.

“Excuse me,” Jughead mumbles with embarrassment, but Fred only chuckles and ruffles the curly black hair.

“Archie, go get him some dry clothes, he’s freezing,” Fred says, and sends Jughead off on his way.

“This is your home, Jughead. You are not alone.”

“And we are going to tell you that as many times as it takes for you to understand that concept, Jughead. This is your home and we love you,” Archie smiles softly.

A few minutes later, Jughead comes into Archie’s bedroom/ in a soft sweater and sweat pants, beanie less, pale and red nosed and cheeked, sick looking, tired, exhausted. But he looks a little less broken than he had been a while ago.

Archie ushers him onto the bed and  joins him on the bed, and immediately loving arms are being wrapped around him and he lets out a shaky exhale of relief as multiple warm blankets are draped over him.

Archie wraps an arm around Jughead’s waist as Fred comes up to feel his temperature. He frowns.

“That’s not good at all,” Fred frowns. “He’s going to feel awful tomorrow.”

“And we’ll be here for him,” Archie confirms.

“Jughead..you will talk to us, about this, right? You know we’re here to listen,” Archie asks quietly.

Jughead thinks, and it takes a while for him with his feverish haze. He’s not really sure at first, but despite this daze, the answer is crystal clear and he could not be more sure.

“I will,” This time, he means it.

Fred gives him a sad smile and a fatherly kiss on the head, “Jug..i promise you that everything will make sense again. And that this will all feel like a very long time ago.”

Jughead smiles softly, and maybe this time, it’s genuine. He cuddles against Archie, and he closes his eyes. He can finally get some rest. In a home that belongs to him.

Maybe one day there will be another picture. Maybe this time it will have him, Archie and Fred all laughing at some fishing trip they went on together with the sun shining and the river sparkling. Or maybe it will even be FP and his Mom and Jellybean at a birthday party that didn’t end in tears.

Whatever is it is,  it’s going to leave him with a warm feeling of hope whenever he looks of it. It’s going to be alive with colour and it’s going to be beautiful.

Maybe not now, Jughead needs time. He needs to heal. But it’s going to happen one day, and Jughead can’t wait for the day it comes.

And when it does it’ll all make sense again.

#jughead jones #archie andrews #jarchie #riverdale #fred andrews #fp jones #angst #cw riverdale #sickfic #whump #fever #prompts #jellybean jones #ya girl posted a prompt can u believe it #and im so happy with this tho #cole sprouse #kj apa

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My first fanfic Pt. 2 (It has the first part in it too!)

THE LAST THOUGHT.

Will Solace woke with a start. Loud bangs were coming from his neighbour’s room again. He rolled over and peeked at his phone to check the time.

03:47.

What. The. Fuck.

Will groaned, hoping to god that they would stop moving and making such a racket soon, and he nestled his face back into his bright blue pillow decorated with suns. He exhaled, his blond curls drifting over his freckled forehead.

Bang. Bang. BANG.

Oh for fuck’s sake, Will thought.

He had no idea what these noises were, but they had been happening for days now, ever since his new neighbour moved in.

He didn’t usually get annoyed, but it was all he could do to not scream at the wall in frustration. He hadn’t even met his new neighbour, as they seemed to never exit their apartment. Obviously still alive though, with all this noise. Will frowned, and wriggled further down his bed.

At first, he had hoped his new neighbour would be cute and funny and friendly (and, as Leo wouldn’t stop reminding him, “maybe even boyfriend material, amigo!”), but no such luck. He didn’t even know what gender his neighbour was, and after all this racket, he didn’t care if they were the sexiest man alive.

BANG.

Staring at his ceiling and cursing silently, he resolved to knock on their door tomorrow and sort this out…

***

Beep. Beep. Beep. BEEP. BEEP. BE-

“Ugh.”

Nico di Angelo smacked his alarm clock, swiping at his bedside table, and threw his black duvet over his head, grumbling about the loud noises he heard last night at an ungodly time that morning.

Nico only moved in a few days ago, but he didn’t want to make any effort to get to know his neighbours despite his half-sister Hazel’s insistence that he should “at least try to pretend he had friends and a bit of a life”. Although that made Hazel sound harsh, she was a lovely person and an even better sister, and she really cared for Nico, which is more than Nico could say of anyone else. Besides, she had a point. Nico had never really made an effort with people, mostly because he was terrified of what they’d think of him.

“Weirdo.” “He’s not normal.” “Bell-end.”

Nico buried his face in his mattress, curling up in a foetal position whilst trying to forget the high-school dicks that took great pleasure in tormenting him. High-school had ended a year ago. He was nineteen. He should be over this.

He wasn’t.

Nico looked at his alarm clock.

07:35.

He didn’t have to get up for anything, but getting up made him feel as if he had some sort of purpose in life, even if he just went back to sleep later. He sighed and got up slowly, rubbing his eyes and running a hand through his dark tousled hair.

“You’ve got to stop doing that, you’ll go bald Neeks!!” His sister’s voice echoed in his head. 9 years, and Bianca’s voice was still in his head.

He pushed a button on his De Longhi coffee machine and made himself an espresso. Hazel had referred to his new coffee machine as his “pride and joy” (which, Nico thought, was quite accurate as he was pretty sure his body was 90% coffee beans). He slumped onto his black leather armchair that his millionaire father had “generously” deigned to give him, coffee in hand, and thought about the sleep he’d missed. Whatever Hazel said, after these annoying banging noises, Nico was even more certain he never wanted to get to know his stupid neighbour.

***

When Will woke up to his alarm, he felt as if he’d only been sleeping for a second since he’d been disturbed earlier.

“Bloody new neighbour with their bloody nocturnal habits…”

Will looked at his phone, and cursed when he read the text that his friend Piper had sent him.

“WILL I AM TOTALLY SCREWED FOR TODAY. SERIOUSLY.”

“Shit. Shit. Fuck. Shit.” Will groaned and put his palms to his forehead in annoyance. They had a test today that he had completely and utterly forgot about.

Med school was turning out to be way harder than he thought. Not that he expected it to be easy, exactly, but the tests every week were even starting to wear him down, and he was definitely the most upbeat person there.

He got out of bed and ruffled his hair, pulling up his pyjama trousers so he didn’t trip over the bottom of them, and shuffled into the kitchen area of his flat.

Oh no.

Will looked around at his flat and wrinkled his nose. Pizza boxes and beer bottles covered the floor from last night. Why had he allowed Leo to come over?! It always ended like this, and Leo never ever helped tidy up. For one person, Leo not only ate like a horse, but also made so much mess it looked like a hippo had rampaged through the room.

Will sighed and rubbed his forehead. He was already running a little late and couldn’t afford to clean all this up now, so instead of sorting it out, he wandered to the fridge, pulled out a yoghurt and sat down. His phone buzzed.

“WILL I SWEAR TO ALL THE GODS I CAN’T DO THIS TODAY.”

Will wasn’t worried. Piper said this every morning there was a test and somehow managed to get above 80% every time. People usually would find this annoying. But Will chuckled. He loved Piper, as she was the only other med student who, when faced with Will’s bright clothing and incessant smile, grinned just as widely and said “I like you!”. Naturally, people thought they were going out, but Will didn’t mind it. It was better than having to openly admit the truth.

“You are not allowed to like boys, William. It is not normal.”

His mother’s voice echoed in his head.

At least with Piper herself, Will didn’t have to pretend. Piper knew straight away that Will was gay, and that didn’t bother her at all. In fact, she made it her mission to point out all the men she thought “worthy”. Once, Piper walked up to a guy in their class, and pointed in his face, wiggling her eyebrows at Will. Of course, at the time, Will was so embarrassed, he went tomato-red, but now Will giggled and blushed slightly at the memory. He really did love Piper.

He checked the time again.

08:05.

He suddenly remembered his resolution to confront his new neighbour.

Maybe that can wait till tomorrow…? Will mused, not really desiring any sort of conflict. Or maybe just after class… He decided to wait until later to choose.

He tugged at a strand of hair that fell in front of his blue eyes, wrestling with the possibility of calling in sick to avoid the test. But, as usual, Will felt guilty at even the thought of that, and so texted Piper to say he was on his way, and went back to his bedroom to get dressed.

Okay… he thought, as he left the door. Time to face the music.

***

Nico heard a bang as his neighbour left their apartment. He guessed they were quite clumsy, because every single morning he heard a thud as they closed their door, occasionally accompanied by an “Ow!”. Nico rolled his eyes and sighed. Clearly, this neighbour was deaf or something, especially considering all the loud noises that had been emanating from the flat next door.

Nico put his coffee mug down on the ridiculously expensive black marble coffee table, (another “present” from his father) stretched in his armchair and dropped his head back, glaring at the ceiling.

Wasn’t the whole point of not being in school so that I could restart my life? Find a hobby? A career? A friend…?

Nico sighed and rubbed his eyes. A friend was the least likely of the three he would ever have. He never had got along with people. People didn’t get along with me, he thought. Not since Bianca died… Nico breathed deeply. He really missed her. He missed her ability to cheer him up with only a look, the constant glint in her eye, her laugh, her energy, her voice…

Great. Wallowing in self-pity. Nice.

A faint buzz interrupted his sombre thoughts. Nico forced himself to stand up, glancing at his mobile phone that he’d chucked on the kitchen worktop.

Neeks. Emergency with Dad. Hazel xx

Ugh. Leave it to our father to screw things up.

Be right there N x

Nico picked up his keys and was about to step out of the door when he looked down and realised he was still wearing his novelty Darth Vader pyjamas that Hazel had given him as a joke. Nico smirked despite himself, and went back to his room to quickly pull on black jeans and his ACDC t-shirt. Hazel called this his “rock-emo look”, but Nico had always felt black was his colour.

Yet another thing people at school took the piss out of me for.

He tugged his trainers on, grabbed his leather jacket and stepped out the door, raising his eyebrow at a mound of miscellaneous cardboard that resembled…pizza boxes?…outside his neighbour’s door.

Typical, he thought, turning his back on the curious disorganised lump and striding through the corridor to the outside world.

***

Well, that was awful.

Will ran his hand through his hair, frowning at the space where his test had been. He sighed, and looked over at Piper who was grinning at him, mouthing “THAT WAS NOT TOO BAD”, and he made an extreme pouty grumpy face to show her that he did not feel the same. Piper winked at him and stuck her tongue out, her hazel eyes glinting.

Will sulked, wrinkling his nose and scrunching his eyebrows together, but couldn’t hold back a snort of laughter when Piper stood up and melodramatically blew him a kiss. Piper tossed her braided hair over her shoulder and winked again, giggling at Will as he struggled to keep a straight face. Will really loved her to bits.

“Why the looooong face, Will?”

Will looked up from his seat and met Piper’s inquiring eyes, and shrugged his shoulders. “Pipes, the test was so bad. I don’t even know if I answered half of the questions in comprehensible English!”

Piper tilted her head to one side, her choppy fringe drifting across her forehead, and put her hand on his shoulder. “Oh, I’m sure it wasn’t as bad as you think it was!” She grinned and ducked to catch Will’s eye, and he smirked back, standing up to sling his rucksack over his shoulder. They walked for a minute or so in silence. Will was still worrying about the test, and Piper wasn’t sure whether she should interrupt his thoughts. They stopped outside their classroom and Piper checked her phone.

“Ooh we’ve still got ten minutes! Shall we just stay here?” Will nodded, but stayed quiet. Piper frowned, but then her face lit up with a wide smile. “I have something for you!”

Will frowned at Piper. “Ummm Pipes, last time you said that, you introduced me to Leo. I don’t need to remind you how well that turned out.”

“Oh Will, don’t be so dramatic, you love Leo now!”

“Yeah I do”, Will admitted, “but not in the way you hoped!”

Piper chuckled, and pulled something that resembled a fur-ball out of her tote bag. “Here.” She pressed it into his hand.

“Pipes…why have you given me a dead rat?”

“It is not a dead rat! Jeez, Will. Is this the thanks I get for giving you a lucky rabbit’s foot?”

“A what?!” Will dropped it, squeaking and wrinkling his freckled nose in disgust. Piper picked it up again, putting a hand on her hip and waving the foot at Will.

“A lucky rabbit’s foot. According to mum, it’s meant to bring you all the luck you need!” 

Will looked at the strange object, slightly freaked out by the idea of it having belonged to a real animal. “Well if it was so lucky, you could’ve given it to me before the stupid test then…” Will grumbled, gingerly taking the foot and stuffing it in his jeans pocket.

“Will, why are you being such a grump today?” Piper pouted, furrowing her eyebrows.

Will looked at her and sighed, feeling guilty. “Sorry Pipes, I just didn’t get a good night’s sleep. It’s this neighbour! They don’t seem to understand that 4am is not an appropriate time to refurbish their flat!”

Piper studied Will’s face for a second, before bursting out laughing. Will felt his face grow hot, and was slightly confused at Piper’s reaction.

“What?! Pipes this isn’t funny! It is so annoying and I can’t get any sleep and it’s endless and- PIPER!”

Piper was crying with laughter, doubled over and cackling loudly. “I’m sorry Will, it’s just, your face, and you looked…so furious” Piper wheezed, and Will stood opposite her looking disapprovingly. Piper was just standing there, guffawing in the middle of the corridor.  

“Are you quite finished?” Will crossed his arms, attempting to look annoyed, but really just smiling along with her.

Piper had tears streaming down her face, and was laughing so hard that she was spluttering, and she started coughing loudly.

“Oh god, Pipes! Are you okay?!”

Piper just nodded and giggled, and Will rolled his eyes at his friend.

“Pipes, you are certifiably insane.”

“I’m not the one who sounds like a grandpa at the age of 19!”

Will chuckled, and just as he did so, the bell rang to signal the start of class. Ugh, Will thought. More brain-work.

As they wandered into the classroom, Piper mused “So…Will…this neighbour…are they cute?”. Will turned round to Piper winking, with a mischievous glint in her eye, and he rolled his eyes for the second time in five minutes.

Yet, as Will sat down and pulled out his books from his bag, he found himself thinking… what if they are…?

***

SORRY I DIDN’T WRITE THAT MUCH!! I promise more is coming very very soon... (and the stories will overlap, I promissseeeee) <3 

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