#lets not forget he missed a decent chunk of time too due to injury

[beanmused]

#SEXY stats #lets not forget he missed a decent chunk of time too due to injury #geno #pens

[sunsetelo]

I'm Scared

Word count: 1466

Summary:

10K misses being a kid. That is all. Enjoy the angsty fic with family dynamics.

⚠️TW// mentions of suicidal thoughts and brief descriptions of blood⚠️

10k hated feeling weak. When you're the youngest out of the group, it's hard to act strong. They expect so much from you because they expect that you act like an adult when you're still traumatized by the world around you that stole your youth at a young age. Ten Thousand was scared even though he looked calm on the outside. No one knew that battles he fought constantly with himself. Not even Doc. 

Warren and the others had found an abandoned cabin to stay for the night and Murphy had just thrown another "temper tantrum".

"Come on Warren," Murphy sighed. "This place looks very questionable. Can't we stay at a four seasons or something!"

"Just be thankful that we don't leave you tied up to a sign naked." Doc replied with a smirk. 

Normally 10k would give a soft chuckle or a slight grin but lately he hasn't felt 100%. He was only seventeen, just a kid and he needed a break. His feet were numb, his face was pale (well more pale than usual), and his dark circles seemed to be more prominent under his eyes. He felt selfish for wanting to take a break because he figured everyone was just as tired and miserable as he was. 

For once he was thankful for Murphy's bickering. It landed them at a pretty ratchet but decent place to stay and oh God, he needed a nap. 

"Okay everyone pair up and scope the place for any puppies and kittens," Warren directed, "10k, Doc, you head upstairs, Addy, Murphy, and I will take the 1st floor." 

10k followed her orders and headed up the rickety wooden staircase. The journey was silent as the pair searched the area. Doc headed into the right side of the floor while 10k entered the other side. He quickly opened a door that revealed a child's room. The place was trashed but some things remained on the wall: a picture frame of a family. A little kid, a boy around ten was hugging his father. 

10K missed his dad. He missed a lot of things. The hunting trips, the boat rides to the middle of the lake, him showing his dad a picture that he drew and his mom hanging it on the fridge. God, he missed her. Her raven hair always smelled like vanilla and lavender. Her smile was brighter than any star in the damn solar system. Her voice was soft like a cloud and sweet like honey. Her hugs warmer than any blanket. He missed her homemade pancakes and waffles. He'd give anything just to be with them again. 

10k was too lost in his head that he didn't hear the voices shouting his name. 

"-10K! HEY KID!"

His head shot to the door where the banging was coming from. That was odd. He didn't remember closing the door. He went to open the door but the knob was jammed. 

"Hey! I'm fine, Doc!" 10K shouted through the door, "the door is jammed! I'm going through the window!"

"What? No!" The older man yelled in protest but it was too late. 10k was already halfway through the window. 

10k scaled down the house very slowly. The wood was rotting and if he wasn't too careful then he would fall and breaking a bone would not be fun. There were wood chunks poking out of the walls. He used them as a ladder to get down. He was five feet from the ground when he thought he was gonna make it but a glass shard pierced his hand, causing him to wince and break whatever leverage he had onto the side of the cabin. He fell into some dead bushes and curled up into a ball. 

All he could feel was the burning pain in his hand and his racing heart. Tears wielded up in his eyes and that's when he officially broke. His breaking point was getting a small shard of glass in his hand and falling barely 5 feet into a pile of twigs and dead leaves. Weak. Was all he could think. He just wanted his mom. He just wanted to be held and be told that it was gonna be okay but it's not. He was scared, broken, and weak! 

He didn't even feel the hands on his shoulders until they tried to break him from the fetal position that he was sitting in. He assumed they were Z's and for once he was willing for them to take him...

"10K, what happened?" Warren's voice calmly asked the sobbing teen.

"I- I fell and got g- glass in my hand!" He cried while still trying to pull away from everyone. 

Addy and Warren were in shock. They rarely see him cry, especially over something so "minor". He has been through worse so why so upset over this? 

"Hey, 10k, "Addy cooed, "can you please sit up and let us look over your injuries?"

10k didn't want to. Not because he was scared of getting the glass removed but he just didn't want to get better. Maybe an infection would be an easier way to go out. Maybe if they left them there he could finally sleep and maybe some hungry zombies would find him and feast on him in his permanent sleep. 

"I- I can't do it anymore," he croaked out. 

Doc and Murphy soon came running out. Doc was getting worried due to them taking so long and Murphy was getting impatient and hungry. 

"What is taking the kid so damn long?" The blue man snapped. "Tell him to walk it off so we can eat already." 

Addy and Warren both snapped their heads at the blue asshole who seemed to grow concerned after seeing the teen rolled up into a tight ball on the ground with blood dripping from his hand. He quickly scooped up the kid and brought him to the cabin and set him on one of the more decent couches. 

"I did that because I'm hungry, not because I care about you." 

10k eyes were clouded with too many tears to even give a shit. The warmth felt nice anyways. 

The other rushed in while Doc fetched the first aid kit. He quickly was at the kids side with a cloth, tweezers, alcohol, and a bandage wrap. Addy is stroking his raven hair while Warren is wiping the tears from his pale face. Doc silently works on the boy's hand and pulls that glass out flawlessly. 10k doesn't even flinch. 

10k was out cold. Warren draped a blanket over the sleeping teen while Doc and Murphy got started on dinner. 

While he slept, everyone had a conversation about 10K. They have never seen him this vulnerable and small. It hurt them. 

"God, I forgot just how young they are."

An hour after eating Doc forced himself to wake up the kid. He looked so peaceful and relaxed but the last time any of them ate was yesterday morning. 

"Hey Kiddo," Doc said, "I brought you some stew." 

10k buries his head into the blanket as Doc shakes his shoulders. 

"Come on, you need to eat." He sighs. 

"M' not hungry." 

"Bull shit," Addy calls from the other side of the room.

Warren and Doc huddle around the teen. "Listen Baby Boy, I know what happened to you up there. I went into the room and saw the pictures and they made me feel sick to my stomach too. I get it. You're just a kid and you shouldn't be going through any of this and we often forget that. You are the strongest, most brave kid I ever met." 

10k thought that falling was his breaking point but no, this was. He began crying as sobs left his mouth. Warren cradled her kid. 10k was her kid. She always seen him as a son. Doc viewed him the same way but 10K just couldn't see it. He couldn't see the found family that he made right here. 

"I'm scared." 

"I know."

10K wrapped around Warren like a koala bear and put his face into the crook of her neck. He would often lay like this when he was younger with his mom. He was seventeen now and the familiar position brought comfort to the teen. He became drowsy once again and before sleep overcame him he whispered one last thing.

"Love you, mom."

Warren stroked his hair and kissed his forehead. "Love you too, Baby Boy."

Not my best work but it was an old drabble that I needed to finish that accidentally turned into a vent fic. Also not really edited because it's late. Oops-

#z nation #10k #fanfiction #found family #family dynamics #hurt/comfort #whump #angst #fluff

[toooceanblue]

MeetCute(?) and Fall

Soul Evans was doing fine, thank you very much.

He’d been living by himself for nearly a week (though arguable not in the best part of town), and had already paid for his first month of rent with what he had saved up before leaving his parents. He had gotten a job as a prep cook at a fairly nice place that his parents had never even heard of, and had just cashed in his bi-monthly paycheck, which should cover groceries and a decent chunk of next month’s rent. So he was doing great, actually, superb, and he hadn’t needed help from his parents, or his brother. No, Soul Evans was a fully functioning adult in society, all on his own.

He patted his hand over his right pocket, feeling his wallet there. When he got home, he was definitely treating himself. Maybe after buying groceries, though. And stashing whatever money was leftover somewhere safe until rent was due.

Soul continued walking down the starting-to-be-familiar street to his apartment, noting the buildings around him. There was a tattoo parlour on his right, which would definitely come in handy, if his parents made him want to do something impulsive to piss them off. At the end of the street was a gas station and corner store, a place he’d already become familiar with considering he’d been living on instant ramen and donuts for the past week. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to stop there anytime soon after picking up groceries. What food was he even supposed to buy to be an adult?

Suddenly something hit Soul’s shoulder, hard, and he had already raised his opposite hand to the would-be injury by the time his eyes zeroed in on the culprit. A tiny girl (far too tiny, he would have thought, to have such an impact) had sprinted past him, was still sprinting down the sidewalk like she was running the last leg of a relay. His brain didn’t have time to ponder what she might be thinking when she grabbed a dark-haired stranger by the jacket and yanked him back, landing him flat on his ass. What the hell?

The stranger tried to shove the girl off but she kept him subdued, shoving her hand into his coat pocket and pulling out a wallet with a scowl. It was then Soul finally realized that the man must have taken her wallet, and she’d had to run him down to retrieve it. At least, he thought that must have been what happened, until the girl let the man go and started making her way back in his direction, holding up the wallet and holding his stare with a friendly smile that did not at all match the feats of physical prowess he had just witnessed.

She had nearly reached him when he finally recognized the generic leather square, and shot his hand down to check his right pocket. Shit.

The girl was out of breath, stray hair from her-sandy-blonde pigtails sticking to her neck. “Hey,” she greeted, like they were at some sort of freshman orientation and not in the middle of the street in a not-so-nice-neighborhood that as of recently happened to be his own. “You got this nabbed.”

Soul was so glad he didn’t blush. “Uh, thanks.” He reached out and accepted  his wallet, sheepishly shoving it back in his own pocket.

“You should really be more careful.”

God this was embarrassing. He was being told off by a girl in pigtails. “I- uh. Yeah. Sorry.”

She was smiling again though, bright as day, teeth showing and green eyes crinkling. She was actually smiling at him, the idiot who’d just gotten pick-pocketed without even realizing it. “Don’t be. You’re new around here right?”

Soul grimaced. “How could you tell?”

The girl shrugged. “I live nearby too, and you’re kinda hard to miss.” She held out her hand, standing up straight and proud. “I’m Maka.”

He slinked his own hand out of his pocket and took hers. “Soul. Thanks for uh. Getting my wallet.”

“No problem. Do you need me to walk you home?”

“Oh, uh,” Why why why was she being so friendly. Not that he minded. It was just unusual. “My apartment is actually just around the corner so.” He gestured ahead on them where the sidewalk curved right around the line of buildings.

Maka glanced back. “Oh. That’s mine too.” She turned her attention back to him and shrugged. “I’m headed home anyway.”

“Uh, okay. Lets-go then?”

She bounded next to him, somehow simultaneously matching his lousy pace, and immediately turned up the small talk. “I’m training to be a police officer, you know, so chasing that guy down really isn’t that big of a deal. What do you do?”

“I’m a prepcook.” “Really? I can’t cook for the life of me, uness you count breakfast. Where do you work?”

“Uh, Sauteed Shinigami?” It really wasn’t that weird a name, considering they lived in a place called Death City.

Maks’s face soured. “My papa loves it there.”

Soul grinned uncomfortably. “I take it you don’t?”

“Oh no, I like it fine. Wish my dad didn’t, though.”

They had already reached their apartment building.Soul stepped into the lobby, holding open the door for Maka- his parents had their faults but they didn’t raise him without manners thank you very much- before starting towards the elevator and pressing the button. “So, what floor are you on?” he turned to face her, but she had already made it far to the left, right in front of the stairwell.

“I’m on the fourth floor, but I take the stairs.” She smiled and offered him a wave. “I’ll see you around, Soul!” she said, before she disappeared up the stairs.

The fourth floor. He was on the third.Which in theory was a good thing. He wasn’t sure his heart could handle running into her again immediately after departure.

The empty elevator opened, and he stepped in, pressing the faded 3 and watching for the doors to close.  Up the floor went, and Soul took a deep breath. At least he had a neighbor now, no matter how jarring. Then again, maybe it would be better if she forgot their interaction altogether, and he could live on without remembering their embarrassing first meeting. She seemed like thy type to have friendly interactions with lost strangers a lot. Unfortunately, she also seemed the type who wouldn’t so easily forget them. The elevator doors opened. Maka was standing there, waiting.

How and why the hell-

But she was already shoving a small strip of paper into his hands. “In case you get lost or something. Or need a friend.”

Before Soul could process, she promptly dashed off, presumably to finish her stair-jog to her own apartment. He uncurled his fist, and it was a phone number, of course it was.

Did he just get a girl’s phone number within five-minutes of getting pickpocketed right in front of her? And subsequently getting saved by her?

Nevermind that, who still wrote phone numbers on pieces of paper?

Soul staggered his way to his apartment, unlocking it with the key that had thankfully not been nabbed. He dropped down into the beat-up arm chair he’d gotten second hand from his friend Liz and glanced at the slip of paper. There was sweat on it.

Soul sighed and took out his phone, texting the number.

Hey. It’s Soul.

Her response dinged within the minute.

Hey. Its Maka :)

Maka with a smiley face. Soul groaned and rested his phone over his chest. Whether his heart was beating from the trek home/social interaction or some terrible kind of instant crush he didn’t know. Did he even want to think about it?

Soul glanced at the text again. Hey. It’s Maka :). He let his head fall back against the chair. What had he gotten himself into?

#no one asked for this but I saw a prompt somewhere and had to #soma #soul eater #soulxmaka #soul evans #maka albarn #se #mywriting