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ma-gic-gay · 3 years

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Five times.

Five times she had woken up that night, thinking she was with Cyrus. Five times, she'd been screaming for him to help her. Five times, he'd reassured her she's in the hospital and that Cyrus is in a jail cell, where he'll be for the rest of his (very short if he had anything to say about it) life. Five times, she had felt completely helpless. Five times, she'd thought she was back in that little room above Jake's, with Cyrus. Five times, Jason had considered killing the ponytail clad mobster.

Five more times, they'd kissed.

That was something they'd have to talk about later. When she'd recovered from this, when they'd had time to actually think as opposed to just reacting and acting on whatever impulse they felt.

All night, he'd thought of his life's romances. The main ones were with Robin, Elizabeth and Sam.

Robin, who'd been his first love as Jason Morgan. It was still hard for him to fully forgive her for revealing that secret about Michael- no matter how much time passes, he couldn't help but be curious about what would've happened if they'd ended up keeping it secret for at least another year. There was the unlikely possibilty they would've made it, lasted through everything, but he doubts it. After all, as Carly once put it, if she wanted something, Robin would run to Europe as opposed to just telling him. It was exhausting.

There was then the possibility that him and Carly would've gotten together, raised Michael. Been a happy family. A tad bit dysfunctional, but happy.

Then there was his romance with Elizabeth. That one was, by far, one of the most bizarre things, now that he thinks about it. They were so different; it was doomed from the start. As much as he hates to admit it, Carly was right about that one. There was no chance of that relationship lasting.

And of course, there was him and Sam. Their end, their downfall, had been the same one he'd had with Elizabeth: she wasn't able to deal with the mob. But if he was being honest with himself, he knew that it was more than that; it was because, as Sam had said repeatedly, "I don't know if your first allegiance is to Carly or to me." To be honest, neither did he.

Sam would always question his relationship with Carly. It caused a fight everytime she brought it up, and when Sam had learned of their past, her head had nearly flew off her body. She hadn't exactly taken the news that her lover's best friend was also someone who he'd been in love with at one point well. The fact she'd been in love with him too didn't help matters.

As she'd tactfully put it one argument, "You'd die for her in less than a second and you're always going to her defenses! If anyone dares to speak a word against her, suddenly she's a fucking saint who's never wronged a soul! Carly, the same woman who wrecks your life at every chance and ruins all of your relationships! This is the same woman who you drop everything to help time and time again, even me! Carly doesn't feel bad when she comes in here, constantly, with all of her problems and needs you to solve all of them! Whatever the fuck it is you're feeling for her isn't friendly or familial."

That wasn't a fun fight for them to have whenever she'd brought it up. It always ended up with both of them fighting dirty before they'd inevitably forgive each other. It pissed him off that she'd question what he felt for Carly, that she'd try and make him admit something he didn't feel. She felt mad because of jealousy, feeling jealous of how much he cared for the blonde. Hell, they'd broken up because of his loyalty to her.

There was one common denominator in all of his breakups: Carly.

Whether or not he'd realized it at the time, she'd been the reason for all of them. Robin and him because he agreed to be Michael's father as a favor to Carly, Elizabeth and him because she didn't like the mob or his best friend, Sam because she didn't like his allegiance being to Carly.

He's surprisingly okay with that, considering everything. Shockingly, he's not pissed at her for, as Sam said, "Ruining all of his relationships every chance she got." The reason is because he knows she didn't mean to. She may have hated some of them, but so long as they didn't want to punch her, she remained civil. Truly, she just wanted him to be happy. Because he knew that, he's fine with the fact that she had caused their destruction.

All night, he'd stayed up thinking of his memories with Carly, trying to put her in a box in his brain. As usual, she refused. Even in his brain, she was too stubborn for her own good. Her name kept jumping from box to box until finally he gave up trying to categorize her and simply indulged in a bit of nostalgia.

Flashback

It was a cold day outside, even for New York's winter. She'd finally gotten around to letting the boys play in the snow and insisted he join.

"Jason, make a snowball with me!" Morgan had yelled, still too young to really make one properly.

Of course, he'd obliged his best friend's youngest and gotten in a snowball fight with Michael, who had a surprising knack for snowball making.

"I give up!" Michael shouted when Morgan flat out tackled him, covering him with snow in the process and earning a loud laugh out of both Carly and Jason. "Morgan, get off of me! I'm cold!"

"We won, right, Jason?" Morgan asks, smiling widely.

"Yes we did, buddy. Which means, we get a prize. What are you thinking?"

"Hot cocoa!"

"I want hot cocoa too!" Michael pouts, getting out of the snow.

"Morgan, how about we get you a new toy sometime this week? We'll go to the toy store and get you whatever toy you want," Jason bargains.

"Do I get hot cocoa too?"

Laughing, Carly says, "Yes, Morgan, you and your brother get hot cocoa. Why don't you go inside and have Leticia get you some?"

"Yay!" Morgan claps, going in the house with a soaked Michael following him.

"Can we come back out here after our hot cocoa and sled?"

"Sure," Jason answers before Carly, getting a smile out of a shivering Michael. "But you two have to be warned up first and the sun can't be setting in ten minutes."

"Deal." Michael agrees, heading inside. "Morgan! Let's sit by the fire!"

Carly playfully shoves his shoulder, "Now they're going to get freezing cold all over again. Thanks."

"Hey, the kid lost a bet. I'm keeping him from getting even more emotionally wounded. Besides, the sun'll set before they're warmed up."

"Mhm. This has nothing to do with the fact you feel bad for not seeing them when they're with Sonny." Bringing up his name darkens the mood, but he nods his agreement.

"It's better for them if I don't see Sonny right now. I know they know something's up with us and I don't want them picking a side-"

"Too late. My boys are always on your side."

"He's their father."

"You're their Jason," Carly counters, smiling.

"Big difference there, Carly."

"No, not really. Look, Sonny's being a pissy bitch because he knows you're right and he knows that I'm on your side. My boys are too, you know that. They know he fucked up and they know that you didn't. So while he's having a tantrum, you're helping me raise them like you always do."

"They're you two's kids, I don't want them getting caught up in all of this."

"To hell with my ex husband, Jason! He's throwing a tantrum and ignoring them. He doesn't give a damn about what they think about it either; he's just mad. They may be his kids, but you clearly care more about them," the blonde argues.

"He's upset because of me! He's ignoring the boys because of me, Carly! Don't you get that?" Jason exclaims, clearly battling himself mentally. "I caused it."

"You didn't do anything wrong!"

"That's not how Sonny sees it!"

"It's how I see it. It's how the boys see it. It's how anyone with half a braincell sees it, Jason! Don't you get it? We're on your side here, no matter what, because you're always, always on ours."

New flashback

"Give me my divorce, Jax!" Carly insists, begging him to sign the papers while Jason simply glares at her soon-to-be ex-husband.

"No!"

"Just give her the divorce. Hasn't she suffered enough?" Jason inquires, breaking his silence and putting an arm around his friend.

"Why, so you two can run off together? No," Jax answers defiantly. "What the hell are you doing here anyways?"

"To make sure you don't intimidate my friend into staying in a marriage she doesn't want to."

"I can't believe this," the Australian chuckles madly, "you really have him here for intimidation? What's Jason gonna go, shoot me? Good luck with that, buddy. Why don't you go leave my marriage and my family alone?'

"I am his family," Carly says, glaring at him. "And he's mine. Always has been, always will be. You knew that when we got married, that my first allegiance is to my children and Jason. If I were you, I'd suggest that you shut up and sign the damn papers."

"And give up my family?"

"Josslyn will always be your daughter and I like our custody agreement for her. She'll always be your family. But as for me and my boys, we're not," the blonde tells him, encouraged by the fact that Jax genuinely looks a little frightened.

"Fine," he relents, signing the papers and storming out of the office.

She feels a tear go down her face and Jason wipe it away. "Why are you crying? Isn't this what you wanted, a divorce from him?"

A chuckle escapes her, "Of course it is. But now, it's really over. I wasn't expecting to feel like this. I was expecting to feel happy or something, and I do, I feel relief, but now I also feel scared. I'm not even sure where I'll be living."

"You guys can stay at the penthouse, if you want. There's plenty of room and besides, it's quiet since Sam moved out." Jason offers and she smiles widely at him.

"Yet another thing I'll never be able to repay you for," Carly smiles, hugging him. "You sure you can handle two kids, a rebellious Michael, and me all at the same time?"

"Yeah," he answers quickly. "You're family."

"Thank you, for being there for me and them through everything that's happened. I love you."

"I love you too."

"It's nice to hear it."

"Yeah yeah, I think you've got to go tell the boys they're coming to the penthouse for a little while."

"They're going to be over the moon about this! Maybe Michael will finally stop being an angsty teenager." Carly squeals excitedly.

"I doubt living with me will change that," he says. "You sure Sonny's going to be okay with this?"

"I couldn't give less shit's if I tried about what Sonny thinks if I'm being completely honest with you, Jason, so don't you dare tell me that you're revoking your offer," she threatens loosely, knowing he'd never do that to her, to their family.

"Never. Just saying, it might be better if you're on good terms with your ex husband-"

"Well, I don't care. The boys, Josslyn, and I are going to be fine, living with you."

Back to reality

"Jason! Help!" She calls again, waking him from his memories and snapping him back into action.

"Carly, you're at GH. Cyrus is in police custody. I'm here, you're safe," he promises. "Nothing's going to happen to you. I promise."

It slowly sinks in and she breathes normally again before asking, "How's work stuff? Did Florence get home safe?"

"Yes."

"Shouldn't you be at the office or something?"

"No, I'm supposed to be here, making sure you're healing properly and nagging you," he quips, getting a smile. "Besides, nothing interesting is going on today. You're what's important here, not the business."

"The business is important too," she argues.

"Not as important as you."

A smile breaks out on her face at that, "Thanks."

"I'd say anytime, but I'm afraid it'd become a habit."

"When did you become so funny?"

"I've always been funny, you just haven't been paying attention."

"Sure. You're always so serious, walking around so stoic and never showing emotion until you're at your breaking point. Or think you're gonna die. It's sad, really. I mean, I love you and I know you love me, but it's sad you feel like you can't show emotion."

"I show emotion."

"Mhm."

"Sometimes. When I feel like it."

"Sure."

"You see my emotions more than anyone else."

"I know," Carly smiles. "That's just because I'm an amazing person and friend."

"You're also a tad bit overconfident."

"She wasn't last night," a sinister voice says from behind them. A voice belonging to Cyrus Renault.

To be continued after I pass out on my bed and don't wake up until school

@ryleighjosephine im not listening to school

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bananaink · 4 years

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KeGo December Day 4 - Shaking hands

“MIDORIYAAA!!”

Izuku startled and looked up from his notes at the loud scream in the distance. His eyes quickly surveyed the campus. No one was supposed to be on campus anymore, not at least without supervision which Izuku easily put himself above such silly rules. From his little hiding place behind an old hero sculpture - drowned in bushes - he could see the owner of that loud voice standing in the middle of the campus, hands cupping his mouth to accelerate his scream and whirling in a quick circle.

Confused, Izuku put his notebook back into his hiding place – a little hole he had carefully chiseled out of the sculpture and manufactured a lid for it to seamlessly close it – and tiptoed away from it before walking out of the bushes. A good distance away from the sculpture.

“What?!”, he screamed back and saw how the other boy turned around to face him. Kirishimas white sharp teeth almost blinded him as the redhead immediately came running for Izuku, arms pumping with every step. He had his work-out-cloths on and sweat rolling down is face and neck. Scorch marks on his arms and shirt indicated that he had probably been training with Bakugou and his usually carefully gelled-up hair was limping and bouncing ridiculously with every step. Izuku couldn’t help the amused twitch of his lips and tentative smile creeping over his mouth as the other boy booked it over the campus.

“Midoriya, this is amazing!!!”, he yelled in a way of greeting and Izuku could feel the short spike of unease when the boy didn’t show any sign of stopping himself. But Kirishima always stopped himself, no matter how short or abrupt or acrobatic. So Izuku waited and watched him skidding to a halt with spinning arms. His used sneakers dug into the ground in an attempt to slow down. Izuku snorted at Kirishima, who almost fell in his haste to redirect his speed and just eyed him amused when he finally ended his unnecessarily sprint to stand – a little bit too close – in front of Izuku. Panting.

“What? Did Bakugou finally bit Aizawa? I told him it’s the easiest way to get rid of his hovering.”

“No, what? Not that, I mean, he came close but-”, Kirishima shook his head and his floppy hair spikes looked like wind chimes. Izuku was just about to pull out a joke about them, contemplating if he even could joke about Kirishimas hair and how he looked because he was still figuring out what counted as a friendly tease and plain rudeness – but then Kirishima leaned forward, almost brushing nose with Izuku, burning bright-red eyes staring right into his soul, cheeks tinted red from excitement.

“You are amazing!!!”, he yelled right into Izukus face and Izuku in turn felt his brain shirt-circuit.

“Uh...”

Kirishima bounced in place, grin getting even wider and not in the slightest discouraged from talking more by Izukus less than excited response.

“You told me I could improve my mobility with redirecting and stuff, you, know? Lessening the hardening around my joints and stuff to be more mobile and it worked!!! You should have seen me, I jumped out right from under Bakugous hand and he fell flat on his face! I was so fast! I mean, he still kicked my ass which is like, encouraging, but this is the first time I ducked!!”

Izuku blinked in rapid succession from the onslaught of words and uttered another totally helpless: “Um. Okay.”

This time though Kirishima wasn’t satisfied with it and leaned forward again.

“I did as you said and It worked! It took you one second to look at my quirk and you just knew how to make it better!!”

Izuku flinched a little bit at that, remembering other people and other quirks he had looked at and known how to make better.

“Sorry?”, he said reflexively and Kirishimas face fell a little bit and he shook his head again.

“No no, this is great! This is super-great!!! You helped me!”

Izuku tried not to frown and get his stiff face to form a smile as his hands started to tingle and his quirk acted up. It roamed through his skin and reached out for something to latch on to, to grab, to bring forward – and suddenly Kirishimas arms and face hardened in the blink of an eye. Kirishima uttered a confused ‘huh’ and Izuku could feel the sharp edges under his hands and waves of the warm pulsing quirk washing through his body. The comfortable high of touching another quirk, feeling it, activating it and gently caressing it under his palms had Izuku gasp and they both stared down at their hands.

Kirishima held Izukus hands in sharpened fingers.

“AH! Sorry! I didn’t mean to-”, Kirishima yelped, almost panicked, and started babbling apologies but didn't dislodged his hands immediately, probably scared of cutting the other boy with a wrong move. Izuku on the other hand stared at their intertwined fingers and tried to process the touch. Ignoring Kirishima, he tried to remember when the redhead had even grabbed him? He hadn’t felt anything, not the terror of someone else having even just a part of his body in their hands. Touching him.

Kirishima was touching him and he wasn’t feeling scared at all!

Izuku reinforced his grip when the redhead carefully tried to pry his hands free and looked up again. He could feel his hands trembling, shaking with the new discovery.

“We are holding hands.”, he said, amazed and could feel Kirishimas quirk shift in his grasp. He wasn’t holding it captive, wasn’t prodding it to stay active or testing its limits, straining against Kirishimas natural response to shut off. It simply activated with a gentle brush of his fingertips and now blew warmth into his hands and arms and body and face. All while holding hands.

Kirishima made a nervous sound in the back of his throat and then awkwardly shifted. But his quirk stayed active. Izuku could feel it staying content, calm.

“Uh, yeah.”, the redhead laughed a little bit breathless and stiff because of his hardened chest. And Izuku – dizzy with the touch and how good it suddenly felt - couldn’t help himself. He looked down again, turning their connected hands around, flexing his fingers carefully.

“Sorry for activating your quirk.”, he said on autopilot because that damn quirk counselor, Aizawa had forced upon him, had told him he was supposed to say this. But he didn’t mean it. Not really. Not when it felt so good and warm and he could gently push his own quirk over Kirishimas and feel it roll up in his hands and gently turn down to a small simmer. Trusting him.

“Oh! This is new.”

Izuku looked up to see Kirishimas smooth, fleshy and soft skin, cheeks dusted with red color and eyes also staring at Izukus scared hands.

“My quirk just... I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I didn’t either!”, Izuku said and they met eyes. Somehow Izukus cheeks grew hot and warm and he itched for that hidden notebook to write this discovery down. But under those glowing red eyes full of amazement Izuku felt himself tense up – embarrassed, nervous, overwhelmed - and his quirk responded with the equivalent of slapping Kirishimas quirk over the head with a pan.

“UFF!”

The redhead stumbled a little bit as his quirk activated so suddenly and Izuku quickly let go before he could worsen it and accidently harden him too much again. Aizawa would be pissed if he found out that he had accidently activated Kirishimas quirk again, even without noticing that they had even been touching and-

Wait.

Just as Kirishima found his footing again, shaking himself like a wet dog coming out of a bath, Izuku surged forward and grabbed his hand. With a pounding heart he waited for the fear, the terror and flashbacks another person's warmth brought him, the shadows at the corner of his eyes, but nothing happened. Except for a very startled Kirishima looking at his hardened forearm and grunting. But his hand was still soft. Izuku marveled at that.

“Look! Look! How am I doing that?!”, he stressed and Kirishima – easily infected with excitement and knowing how hard it was for Izuku to control his quirk – squeezed his hand with a happy noise. It only made Izukus cheeks even hotter and a warm feeling unfurled in his chest. Kirishimas elbow poked out a little bit sharper than usual.

“I don’t know!”

“This is- I need to write that down!”

“Yeah, you should!”

“And I need to test it! Find out why I have control in the first place.”

“Sure, we can do that. I mean, I just finished training but I think I can manage a few more-”

“Let’s go to Aizawa.”

“Wait, what?”

Izuku pulled confidently at Kirishimas hand and his cheek twitched with a manic grin, glee and a weird fluttery but good warmth surging from the point of contact through his whole body. It made him invincible. Strong.

“I wanna show him!”

Kirishimas face had lost some color and he nervously pulled with his free hand at his own shirt. Izuku knew he was unnecessarily afraid of his guardian and gripped Kirishimas – still fleshy! - hand with conviction.

“Uhm, I don’t think that’s a good-”

Izuku turned around and pulled a spluttering Kirishima along.

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Guys, I barely made it with my last braincells. This is getting hard, you guys. :’D

But that’s the point. Keep it going. So sorry if this feels choppy? I think it’s a bit choppy. But maybe because I’m tired and should be sleeping now :’D

As usuall, shout out to @banashee !!! Send her some love!

And this chapter is on AO3

Have a great day!

#imprint au #bnha au #writing challenge #midoriya izuku #Kirishima Eijirou #quirk usage #izuku has a quirk #and it's kinda bitchy at times #but not today #today we have soft handholding #because kirishima is the best to hold hand with!#my au #my writing #kego december #day 4 shaking hands #by the way #i think i also barely did the prompt justice xD

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