#last one. gray tells him to go home. he limps slightly. he's genuinely hurt

[guiltyidealist]

autistic kid gets to autistic bestie's house, is promptly insulted and beat up by several neurotypical teens, bestie's antagonistic brothers. Gets saved when their mom orders them away, then goes home as instructed by bestie's one (1) well-adjusted brother

that.. really hurt... Inside. Now. thanks 😊😁😄 you shouldn't let them pick on you like that! ... w..we were only playing...

[neverendingstories00]

Past The Point Of No Return (Ch.3)

Summary: Safin takes you on a tour of your new home and offers an interesting proposition.

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: n/a

A/n: Guys, sometime needs to take my labtop away. Safin is 100% going to be the death of me. I cannot stop thinking about this pyscho man PLEASE rearrange my guts. Anyways, school is starting for me tomorrow (today since i’m posting this at like 2:30am). I’ll try and get Ch.4 out asap since that’s where the drama is gonna rise. Also, thank you for all the support and comments! I’m gonna respond to them all tomorrow, I promise. I love ya’ll and enjoy the story!! ❣️❣️

Previous Chapter | Masterlist

Three days had gone by. You refused to leave your room after Safin’s temper tantrum. Three days in isolation weren’t the worst thing in the world even if you had no idea where you were. The room Safin had given you was elegant and bigger than your old flat. It was like if Japanese Zen had met modern times. A living room with endless books and plants connected to a bedroom and large bathroom. You felt like you were in a fancy hotel. Inside of the bathroom was a freestanding club that outlook a rock garden. Of course, you had tried to break the glass or crawl out one of the closet vents, but everything had been locked shut. At one point, you had felt the room had been made just for you (which it probably had been). Safin must have had a lot of time on his hands to be able to construct it. The books that were on the shelves were the same books you owned a home, the candles were all lavender and cherry blossom, and even the small amount of clothes he had offered and gotten your sizing in were accurate to your taste. It was oddly amiable, but alarming that he knew so much about you.

As you finished making your Feng Shi bed, you heard a gentle knock at the door. With years in the military, you had recognized footstep patterns. Safin had light but quick footsteps, his boots always making a clicking noise.  

“Good morning Y/n.” He says, his cold accented voice slightly muffled behind the door. “I wanted to come and apologize for my uncivilized manner a few nights ago. I didn’t realize that you would be in such a sensitive state. I believe adjusting to new surroundings can be quite difficult. The way I acted certainly didn’t help with that. I did not mean to frighten you.”

Rolling your eyes, you didn’t even want to respond. If you could survive on your own in the wilderness for a month, then you could survive in a lavish bedroom in the middle of god no’s where until-

Oh right. There weren’t coming.

“It truly bothers me that you feel the need to isolate yourself in that room.” Safin. Instead of sounding condescending, he seemed genuine and even beseeching. “You haven’t had anything to eat or drink.”

“I’m fine, thank you though.” You coldy reply, seeing it as a facade. Safin was an anarchist, insane and cruel. “You’re a solid actor though, I’ll give you that.”

Safin sighs but doesn’t give in to anger or defeat. “For what I did to you, you have every right to upset at me. I’m upset at myself. I’m sorry for scaring you into isolation, my dear. It was not my intention.”

You refuse to respond, crossing your arms as you hear him let out a loud sigh. Safin looks at the nearest object to throw in frustration but stops himself for her.

“Y/n, I need you to understand that under no circumstance, that I will ever hurt you. You are a resident, not a prisoner. I want to show you my..” He freezes. It’s not a home, it’s a lair. But for y/n’s sake, it was there home. “I mean, our home. It will be short, and I will get you something to eat. After that, I will not bother you if you accompany me for just one hour.”

Two sides of you were battling with each other. The younger and more stubborn part of you wants to say a snarky remark and tell him to kindly fuck off. But the wiser and more calm side of you says that your starving and need to get out. You don’t sympathize with his actions and hate him more than anything in the world. The man threatened to hurt your friends and family if you didn’t obey his commands. But If he was going to hurt you, then why hasn’t he killed you yet? What was the point of keeping you there, knowing that you could possibly kill him with anything? Safin has stalked your whole life, from your clothing sizes to your military history.

You freeze as your fingers fiddle with each other. Letting the villain win always bothered you. But he offered you food and freedom for an hour. He had better kept to his promise. Looking at the door, you break the silence. “I’ll be ready in five minutes.”

He responds, “Take your time.”

Walking over the closet, you look at the outfits organized by monotone colors. Everything seemed the same as you searched for something that wasn’t oversized on you. Eventually, you came down to wearing a black turtleneck, light grayish blue kimono jacket, and olive peg pants with black boots. The clothes were oddly comfortable and looked more expensive than your shitty flat. You hated wearing tight and revealing clothes, so it was doable. Looking in the mirror before you leave, you see your eyes. They’re tired from crying and sleepless nights. Your body had no energy as your stomach rumbled and throat thirsted for water. The last person you wanted to see was Safin, but you truly had no choice.

Opening the door, you see him standing in front of it with a straight posture and hands behind his back. A subtle smile appeared on his face, seeing you walk out.

“You look lovely, y/n.” He compliments as you walk side by side. He thought you could pull anything off and still looking amazing. You looked at him and nod, a silent response of “thank you”.

As you walk down the hallway, Safin noticed y/n limping more than walking. He made sure Serrano and his men had there asses yelled at. They had done everything they weren’t supposed to do; treat you like an animal, hurt, and embarrass her. No wonder y/n hated him, he thought she was going to be a prisoner or some toy for Safin to fiddle around with. As much as Safin yearned for her beauty, he saw her talent and intelligence. She would be useful in many ways.

In an attempt to be a gentleman, he held his arm out for her for support. Y/n, being the woman she was, silently and polarity declined this offer. Safin found it darling that she was so stubborn, refusing the help of others even if she needed it. Seeing you limp and silently groan made Safin’s stone cold heart drop. He wouldn’t be a gentleman if he didn’t help this sweet, little y/n. In a devilish move, Safin tucked his arm under her hand, linking them both. Her clutched fist dangled in his tight hold, wanting to resist. Seeing her [y/s/c] burn up, Safin softly smiled at her. She eventually gave him as her fist unclenched, softly leaning onto him.

The hallways were long and large, lit by hidden lights. From what you could tell, it seemed like an abandoned Russian military site that had been reconstructed by Safin. It was all concrete and void of any color or life. The Architecture was Raw, brutalist, extraordinary. Taking you up a dark hallway, Safin showed you a bright hallway, full of mustard yellow art. Leading you under a dark tunnel, it revealed a large, empty room. In the middle of the room was a large low black table with cushions, and that was it. On the sides were rock gardens full of shrubs and bamboo. You could hear a running river disconnect the gardens from the concrete gray floor. A few guards stared at you for linking arms with Safin. Seeing them whisper made you look down. Safin had noticed and looked at the men, who had fear in there eyes as they stood straight.

Safin explained that his room was where he and Serrano (or other co-workers in his words) would discuss their ordeals. He saw the light in y/n’s slowly disappear, seeing her thoughts run to something else. There wasn’t really much to show considering that Safin was the only man who inhabited the submarine pen. The soldiers and Serrano resided on another part of the island. He didn’t want to bore y/n but wanted to make sure she was adjusted with her new home.

“Are you enjoying everything, my dear?” He asked, Y/n looked up and nodded in response. She looked exhausted and upset, trying to hide it. Her once glowy [y/s/c] skin was turning lifeless and grey. Safin could see that you were miserable and depressed. He knew being trapped in the submarine pen wasn’t ideal, he had been doing it for years and was ever so alone. Having the company of a woman was something he desired more than anything. Over the years his man had brought him women, but they refused to lay with because of his scars. Safin hated seeing the once joyful and bright light he saw in you.

No words came out of your mouth. You once again nod in response, forcing a faked and sad smile. Safin heart breaks seeing you so silent and upset. His grasp tightens on your arm, to squeeze some reassurance into your dying soul.

“My dear, please speak to me.” He gently cooed, looking into her [y/e/c] orbs.

“I’m fine, just please continue…” You sigh in frustration.

Not knowing what to say, Safin simply continues. It had been years since he had touched or even been close to a woman. Having you here with him was a dream come true. He hated having you sleep all by yourself that was in the opposite quarters of him. All he could imagine was y/n’s soft cries into her pillow from giving up on life. He knew what would hopefully cheer you up. Walking up a spiral staircase, Safin opened the door for you to exit. Upon exiting, you were greeted with a beautiful view. Safin allowed you to walk to the edge to admire the breathtaking view. Not one cloud was in the bright, blue sky. The top of the submarine pen was covered in the island’s rich plants. You truly were in the middle of nowhere, you could have been in the Medaterrian or off the coast of Africa. The Island was so beautiful on the outside, yet so depressing and ugly on the inside. The sun shined onto your skin as you felt the gentle breeze through your hair.

You stand on the edge, seeing that the only island in the distance was you. You were surrounded by miles of water, along with the world’s most feared Anarchist. “It’s so..”

“Breathtaking.” He breathed, standing right behind you. You turn around, somewhat scared by how close he was. Your [y/e/c] met with his milky orbs. His face was grey and dark, his sleek black hair, and dark navy clothes were so dark except for his eyes. He had an usual and exotic face. But his eyes were beautiful and mesmerizing. “Just like you, my dear.”

You huff, rolling your eyes. What had been a nice moment turned into Safin trying to subtly flirt, or so that’s what you thought. “Can you please call me y/n?”

A small frown appeared on Safin’s arms. He’s confused about why you don’t enjoy his attention. “Why not, my sweet?”

“Because I’m not your partner,” You clarify. The way those words rolled over his lips made you squirm and your cheeks burn.

“Whatever you say, my little dove.” He smiles, holding you close. A disgusted “ugh” escapes from your mouth. The time you had outside makes you feel somewhat better. Feeling the sun and wind against your skin felt so normal in your little fucked up world.

Safin tried to pull you closer to him, but you pull away. Even if he was trying to be a “gentlemen’, he was still an anarchist who wanted to kill millions and overthrow the government. All you knew was that you weren’t going to fall in love with him, ever. You shrug him off, looking away from him.

“How did you find this place?” You ask to break the silence.

“Me and Serrano discovered this place when I had left Spectre,” He explains, looking around the gardens before back at y/n. “It was an abandoned communist Submarine Pen. Nobody inhabited it, so I simply took it as my own. I was based in Okinawa before I denounced, so I took slight inspiration from the gardens.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Denounced Spectre?”

“One of my targets resurfaced, a young woman. A woman who I spared...who I loved,” Safin stated, “I had let them go and let them live a comfortable life. She promised herself to me, but loved another man...and birthed his child when she was mine. Spectre wanted her alive, I wanted her and her whole family dead. When they didn’t let me kill all of them, I killed every agent I could. All of them.”

Chills had been sent down your spine. When Safin didn’t get his way, he used violence. You never knew Spectre’s downfall, but all along it had been his man. No wonder Bond was able to take them down; it was all because Safin had practically murdered half of them in a rage since he couldn’t kill his ex-lover’s family. Your thoughts began to race. If you didn’t do as Safin pleased, would he truly kill you? Who could have ever loved someone such as Safin? Too many questions came to your mind.

  “So, that’s what you do.” You noted, raising your eyebrows. “Kidnap women and force them to fall in love with you?”

Safin’s face scrunches up with anger, “No, she was different. She was a whore. I never hurt her. I spoiled her and loved her. She betrayed me. But you...” He looks at you with his expressions softening. “Are different. Out of all the women I have encountered, you y/n...are different.”

“That’s all you men come up?” You snort, staring right into his eyes. “Say that were different and then only use us for our bodies? You’re different, Safin. If you don’t get what you please, you act out. You use violence and kill.”

Safin looked at y/n, seeing the smirk on her face. She knew how obsessed he was with her, the anarchist obsessed with the cyrptographer. Safin had no intention of killing you and couldn’t bring himself to kill the woman he was madly in love with. Instead of becoming upset, he saw through you. All y/n was doing was poking the bear, refusing to give into Safin. Safin knew her antics all too well.

“Your hands are not clean either, y/n,” He debated. “Three hundred and thirteen men is a large kill count for such a young woman…”

In your short time in the military, you had achieved one of the highest kill counts in your ranking. Everyone knew you as the girl who never missed. From surviving alone in Serbia and crawling out of building rubble in Iraq, you were respected and feared. But that had been in the past when you still were young and had sanity. Now you were older, wiser, and even more broken. The military had changed your life drastically.

Safin truly knew how to dig under your skin and make you upset. He wanted to see you weak and feel stronger. You refused to let him. A small voice in your head kept telling you, “ Don't play his game. Play yours.”

 “ Safin, you’re the most accomplished stalker I’ve ever met” You chuckle. He’s oddly smiling like nothing was wrong.

“A beautiful bird cannot freely fly in a cage.” The anarchist response, a small smile on his face.  He relinked your arms as you walked back inside of the submarine pen.

Safin saw y/n, once acting up again. Seeing her make small “hmphs” and look away softly made Safin chuckle. He kept telling himself that with time, she would fall in love with him. Y/n was a young and stubborn woman who didn’t go down without a fight. Once Safin had her, he wasn’t going to let her go. Y/n was all Safin’s now. All the anarchist ever desired was to have company in his lonely lair. Not only someone to love but someone he could talk to and even work with. Y/n was the woman of his dreams who he had yearned for. She had to fall in love with him. She didn’t have another choice.

Safin let her slide away but still kept their arms linked. A part of him wanted to carry her to there next location, but he knew that she would probably punch him. In his spare time, Safin spent hours preparing the submarine pen for Y/n’s arrival. The bedroom was designed to fulfill her needs, but that wasn’t the only place that was meant for her.

“Close your eyes,” He says as you arrive at a large door.

You look at him and raise an eyebrow, immediately protesting. “Your going to trap me in a room where I cannot escape, aren’t you?”

“You are a guest, not a prisoner.” Safin reminded. You roll your eyes, deciding to go alone. Closing your eyes, Safin’s opens the door and leads you in. Taking small steps into the room, you can bear water running and birds chirping. A light that wasn’t artificial was projecting onto your skin. Opening your eyes, you couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

You were inside of a large glass atrium that had an open ceiling, showing the sun and cherry blossom tears. Their sakura petals fell into the garden, a few landing on your clothes and hair. Like all of the other gardens in the submarine pen, it was inspired after a Japanese Zen Garden but with color. There were Cherries, Bamboo, Camellias, Lavender, and a range of other flowers. Out of all of the places in your cold and unwelcoming home, this place had shined the brightest. It brought a true smile onto your face. Letting go of Safin, you walk down into the shrubs and are greeted with a small pond and a chabudai with a teapot and two cups.

“Would you like to have some tea?” Safin offers. You turn around and nod, a smile still on his face. Your not smiling at him, but the beauty of the garden. Before, the flat you had lived in was too small to host a garden (you also lived in the heart of Chelsea). As a substitute, your garden was a bunch of homemade terrariums and flowers. It felt like ethereal heaven.

The two of you sit down in the garden. Safin loves to see you so memorized with all of the plants. He had been in your apartment a few times when you weren’t there. He didn’t know how you managed to live in such a contained space. He had noticed all of the flowers and candles you had kept around and tried to replicate it best. He wasn’t doing something for himself, but his y/n.

“ Your smile is like the flowers in the spring.” He compliments. You look at him as you admire the diverse range of flowers that surround you. “It’s divine.”

“Oh..” You say as you feel your cheeks burn. This man was not going to stop until he got what he wanted. Safin went from kidnapping you to giving you a beautiful garden, along with subtle flirting. You weren’t really into dating much and never were hit on, even if you were a young woman. “Um, thank you..?”

He pours you a cup of Chai tea, and the two of you sit there, drinking in silence. Safin refuses to take his eyes off of you, admiring your every breath you take. Seeing you look at the flowers, fiddle with the cup, and small strands of hair fall into your face as you push them behind your ear. Everything about you was so magical to Safin. No matter what, Safin was going to make y/n fall in love with him. The two of you had enjoyed your tea in peace. Out of all of the madness, being in the gardens brought you peace.

Safin had let you enjoy the moment until he asked the question that he had been pondering about. “Do you love me?”

You nearly spit your tea out. Safin had been subtly flirting with you, but hearing him say the world love made you nearly choke. His face looked surprised, waiting for an answer. You had barely been around this man for a week, and he was already claiming he loved then. Then again, he did stalk you.

“I..um..no?” You spit, furrowing your thick eyebrows. The question had caught you completely off-guard.

Safin smiles, nodding at the response. Although upset at your answer, he knows that you will eventually have to give into him. Safin always got what he wanted, no matter the cost. “Fair enough, you will come around with time.”

The younger and more stubborn part of you would have loved to throw the tea into his hideous face and beat him. But it wasn’t so simple. Safin was a dangerous and mysterious man. The reason Europe was probably going to go into a civil war was because of him. M16 was probably going to have it’s a downfall because his blood became tainted on your hands. Not only were your friends were at risk, but so was your family. Safin had made a threat that if you didn’t comply, then he would...hurt them for you to love you. You couldn’t love a man that would hurt your family and drag them into your mess.

So you did the selfless act. You, a young woman, sacrificed yourself to Safin so your family could be safe from him. You would comply but at a price. No matter the cost, you wouldn’t give Safin exactly what he wanted.

Y/n was giving him the silent treatment again. Her face scrunched up as she looked away, annoyed.

“More like a thousand years.”

“Listen to me, my dear. I will strike a deal. Every night, I will ask you at dinner if you love me. Tell me no as much as you want. I don’t care how long it takes for you to come to your senses.” Safin proposes his plan. He sees y/n’s sudden interest with his “idea.”

“And when I do?”

“The next day will be your wedding day.”

Your jaw almost drops to the ground. Safin was an insane man; you already knew that. He was delusional enough to think that you were going to love him, but marry? That was a whole other level.

“You told Q in Athens you wanted to fall in love before you married, so I have given you however long you need.” He reassures. “But I know it will happen.”

You look at him with pure hate in your eyes. Words could barely process in your mind. You clench your teacup so tightly that you don’t even care if it begins to burn your palms. Safin had a smile on his face. He stood up and walked over to you, helping you up.

“I can get up myself, thank you very much,” You grumble as you walk ahead of him. Safin catches up and walks right beside you, seeing your anger. He pulls you closer than he did last time, tightly holding onto you. He knew that you weren’t going to protest if your family and friends were on the line. As you walk back to the bedroom, you feel relieved since being with Safin is emotionally exhausting. You mentally declare that he is one of the most insane men you had ever come across.

He stops in front of the door. A pissy “goodbye” leaves your mouth before Safin takes your hand, spinning you around. Your faces are even closer now. He smells like an expensive cologne with his haunting, big green eyes. The scars on his face aren’t burns, but horrid cuts that mutated his whole face. His hands were cold and rough from all of the scars. Safin doesn’t speak at all and just looks at your face in a creepy manner.

You feel his fingers brush against your skin as he puts a camellia behind your hair.  Safin backs away, a smile on his face as he adores you. Out of all of the gloom in his life, y/n was ever so bright. She had been caught off guard when he placed the flower in her hair. His beautiful bride to be.

“I thought it would go well with your hair,’ He purrs as his fingers stroke it. “Anything would look lovely on you.”

Holding back at eye-roll, a soft sigh escapes your lips. “Thanks…”

“I hope you enjoyed our time together. The garden is for you and only you. Feel free to wander as you please. After all, this is our home now.” He slowly backs away, seeing your eyes watch him disappear down the fall. “I will be pack to pick you up for dinner at seven. Goodbye, my sweet y/n.”

Once he disappeared, you retreat back to your room and slam the door. You see yourself in the mirror with a bright flower in your hair. The hair you had combed had been touched by Safin, making you cringe. As much as you hated him, this new place was your home. This would be your life from now on, whether you liked it or not. Your family and friends’ lives were on the line. It wasn’t such a horrible life. The submarine pen was void of all life but lavish. If being in love with Safin meant your mother and sister would be safe, then so it be. You couldn’t believe you, a simple cryptographer, was the Anarchist’s, true love. Sighing in the mirror, you ask yourself a question that will never be answered.

What the hell had you gotten yourself into?

[tobi-momo]

PROTECTOR {PART 2}

PART 2 of PROTECTOR

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Word Count: 1720

Warnings: cursing, descriptions of an injury- nothing major

Synopsis: You had a happy life. Completely and utterly perfect. Atleast that's how you acted. You may have had a hard childhood, but no one else needs to know that. You may be getting stalked by your insane ex-bestfriend, but it's okay. It'll all work itself out. Right?

YOUR EYES are ringing by the time you wake up on a couch, that is definitely not in your house. You slowly open your eyes to the sweet smell of caramel and laundry freshener. Why laundry freshener? The change of scenery has you confused, but so does the fact that you aren’t wearing your own clothes anymore. Well, your shirt anyway. You have a gray, oversized hoodie that is way too long for your arms. You weren’t small, but this sweatshirt definitely made it seem like you were. Who’s sweatshirt was this anyway? You grab the strings of the sweatshirt and rub them with your fingers, feeling the material in your hands. I guess you know where the laundry freshener came from.

You lift your chest in order to sit up before wincing in pain from the sharp sting coming from your tummy. 

What was that? 

You quickly lay back down to ease the pain, placing your hand on the hem of the hoodie, slowly lifting the bottom to look at the bandage covering what you know is the purple/black bruise on your torso, with patches of skin peeled off. You sigh in disappointment, but not surprise and try to sit up once again. 

You knew what, who, it was, you’re just disappointed you didn’t see it sooner.

You ease yourself into it, wincing at the pain at the sting of your wound before you feel a firm hand against your shoulder, pushing you back down to the edge of the couch. 

“Don’t even think about it.” 

You inhale sharply through your teeth and whip your head up to look at Bakugou. Of course he was the one to save you. Why would it be someone else? If you knew this, then why were you still shocked as if you were taken by him?

“Eat this. I’m taking you home after.”

You paint a fake smile on and look as if you were untouched and good as new.

“Oh, It’s okay, I can get home by myself, thank you for taking care of me though!”

He knows you’re faking, but it sure looked convincing. This had to take practice. How long have you been faking for? 

He tilts his head in a sort of confusion, and barely furrows eyebrows before deadpanning again. 

“Why are you smiling? You’re obviously hurt. Now eat this before I change my mind and kick you out.” He places the bowl of soup on the table in front of the couch and then extends his arms to help you up. With his left hand wrapping around the top of your back, he uses his right arm to softly place on your left shoulder and gently pull you up against the back of his couch, your back limp against the soft furniture.

His hands weren’t rough, but they weren’t exactly soft, either. You couldn’t really put your finger on it but his hands made you feel more at ease. 

You try not to show the pain in your face as he repositions you, although he doesn’t know why. He knows that you’re pretending that the pain doesn’t exist, but he doesn’t exactly know why. He raises his hand to your forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat gathering on your forehead. 

“You seriously don’t need to do this for me. I can manag-”

“Just shut up and eat the damn soup, (Y/N). Your mom called when you were unconscious so I-”

“Did you tell her? Did you tell her what happened?” Worry splashed across your face as you bring your hands toward your temple, massaging it with your fingers in order to try and keep your composure. 

“What? No, I just told her that you ran into me and that I’m walking you home. Which is why you need to hurry the hell up and eat the soup before I make you starve.”

You let out a loud sigh, shaking your hands and rolling your head back to calm yourself down. The blondie observes your motions and he wonders what could’ve made you react like that, but he stays silent as you make your way towards the bowl and spoon on the table. 

“Wow, this is really good, Bakugou-kun! What are you, like a five-star chef or something?” Your expression lights up while his expression stays flat as stands up, going to clean his mess.

“No, but whatever brand that the soup came from certainly is apparently.” You giggle at his remark as you go back to your soup. He halfway turns his head to look at you with a side eye, but turns back. He was so confused. Why are you acting like this? He wanted to ask you so many questions and he wanted to figure you out but decided not to say anything.

He finishes cleaning the kitchen when he comes up to you, sitting on the couch across from you. With his legs wide and his hands clasped in between them, he slouches and stares at you while you eat.

You blow on your soup, thoroughly enjoying it, and look up to see him red eyes beaming at you.

“Uh, did you have a question? Or something?” 

He wasted no time and immediately responded. “Who was that guy? I’m guessing you know him, right? That doesn’t just happen at random, you know.”

You reposition yourself, suddenly uncomfortable with our seating arrangement, and close your eyes while slowly inhaling through your nose. You had to tell him. You can’t just lie. I mean, you were good at it, but it seems like he genuinely wants to know. Fine, let’s give it a shot.

“You promise not to tell anyone? No one? Ever? Not a single soul? If you do I-”

“Just fucking tell me, jesus.” 

You let out a sigh and set your bowl down on the table, finished.

“He is my ex.” Bakugou’s eyes widened. Ex? You were only 16, why would an ex do that? “Ex best friend, I mean.” You smile and let out a breathy laugh as you grab the hem of your gray hoodie to help fidget with your fingers. 

He slowly went from confused and shocked to feeling tricked. He doesn’t like to be tricked. He’ll let it slide, this time. 

“It’s a long story, something I don’t really want to get into right now, but I should be fine.”

“Fine? Have you seen your stomach? You feel terrible and I know it.”

“Seriously, Bakugou-kun, I’m good!” You let out a cute chuckle and put a bright smile on, even though you know he isn’t buying it.  

“I’m sure. Now let’s get you back home before the hag gets back.”

“Hag?” You look at him in genuine confusion as he walks over to you, offering his arm to give you something to grip on. You refuse, and by now he should’ve seen this coming.

“Dammit, (Y/N), just take my fucking arm. It’s not that hard, just do it.”

You don’t want to get on his bad side, especially after your injured torso, so you let him help you by grabbing his left arm while he uses his left to grab the left side of your back to keep you balanced. 

Standing up with you clinging on Bakugou’s arms, his chest and yours so close you can feel his body heat even through your sweatshirt. With you grabbing on his toned biceps and him holding up your elbows, you two make eye contact. You gaze at each other, looking into each eye, observing the little details in his eye. He did the same to you. His soft expression and small, opened mouth gazed at you in pure peculiarity. As he opens his mouth wider to ask what he’s been wondering all along, the front door swings open with Bakugou’s mother and father walking in. 

“Katsukiiiii! Where are youuuuu! I have groceries!” 

You both pull back, but keeping your grip on each other, while you both turn to look away. 

“Katsuki! I swear to god if you are doing anything to that girl-”

“SHUT IT DAMN HAG WE’RE RIGHT HERE!”

Oh, that’s who he was talking about.

“Ohhh (Y/N), so nice to meet you, well, when you’re awake. Sorry you had to deal with this ungrateful little child-”

“STOP TALKING ABOUT ME LIKE THAT!”

“I GET TO TALK ABOUT YOU HOW EVER I WANT NOW SIT YOUR ASS DOWN BEFORE I MAKE YOU!”

“YOU DON’T SCARE ME OLD HAG!”

“SAY THAT IN FIVE MINUTES WHEN I’M DONE BEATING YOUR ASS!”

Wow, should've seen that coming…

Bakugou almost drops you as he starts to walk to his mom with full fists. You didn’t even realize that his hands were digging into your arms and that he brought you up against his chest with your torso bending in a way that made your head stick out the side of his body. You wince and hiss in pain as you quickly push back and squeeze his arm, stealing his attention from his mom to you. He looks down at you and sees the pain in your face, so he gently pulls you back from him only slightly before you squeeze his arm again in pain. 

“How much does it hurt?” Both him and his mom are worried, his dad just entering full of bags, almost blinding his eyesight. Bakugou’s mother quickly helps out her husband, leaving you and Bakugou in the living room alone. “Answer me, how much does it hurt?”

“Not that bad.” You start to sweat again, if Bakugou hadn’t fed you and wasn’t holding you up you’d probably fall unconscious to the floor. He lifts his head to look at the ceiling, rolling his eyes in annoyance as you lie to him again. 

“I swear to God, (Y/N). Answer me honestly. How. Much. Does it. Hurt.” He articulates the last sentence in hopes to get it through your obviously thick skull.

You feel dizzy as you lean onto Bakugou, your vision getting blurry and head knocking into his chest. Your grip loosens as you finally lose consciousness and fall into his arms. And again, he catches you. Almost as if on instinct, he switches from his hands holding your elbows to his arms wrapping around your back, one of his hands catching your head from falling back too rough, and he kneels you down to try and pick you up. 

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Tomb of of Time Destiny: Chapter 13

Juvia POV

Traffic on the road increased as we got closer to the town- wagons on carved wooden wheels, chickens in twig cages, small boys driving tired milk cows- but it was the towns high, red walls that captured my attention. The town looked pristine, clean, and grand. I gawked at the many towers, careful not to lean too much on my bruised thigh as I leaned back slightly.

We rode forward, ignoring the pigs and goats that were nearly trampled in our wake, as well as their irate keepers. ‘Sorry!’ I winced slightly. The people divided before us, as if they knew that we came from Fairy Tail, and on we climbed, curving up the cobblestone street.

If Lucy and Levy are here, they’re most likely in the middle of town. My heart surged with hope and excitement. It took everything in me to maintain my place in line and submit to the dull, clopping rhythm of our train. Erza looked just as anxious to race past the others and search for them.

‘What if they’re there, now? Giving up on us? Wandering off, deciding to try somewhere else?’ I shake my head to clear any negative thoughts from it. ‘No! Juvia must have hope! Stay there, Lu and Lev. If you’re here, stay there.’

“Oi, what’s wrong?” Gajeel asked, peering down at me.

“Juvia is just eager to get to the middle of town,” I said.

“Oh, we can go after we greet Ava's family,” Natsu said. “We’ll go right after.”

Erza and I looked at him in horror. “No, you don’t understand. We need to know right away if they’re there, waiting us.”

They studied us closely. “And what if they’re not?”

Not there? If they weren’t here, where could they be? I wasn’t ready to deal with the idea that they hadn’t made the jump at all. To think we were all alone here, with only each other to help figure out a way back. Natsu lets out a high pitched whistle and makes a circle motion with his finger. Gray and Jellal look at us then back to them and nod. Natsu turned back towards us and grinned. "Shall we go?"

We nod gratefully and I begin to check out every blonde I saw while simultaneously keeping an eye out for a small bluenette, but I seemed to be the only bluenette here, given how people openly stopped and gawked at my blue hair and Erza’s fiery red hair. We ignored the hushed whispers and the occasional ‘Witch..’ comment that slipped from the crowds and continued to search among the people, but all the blondes in the town were dull compared to Lucy’s bright gold-like hair. Erza placed a comforting hand on my shoulder when it  began to slump slightly.

“Don’t lose hope Juvs,” Erza whispered in english. “Maybe they’re on their way to the middle of town now, on this very street.” I nodded and sat up straighter.

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“Drink,” Gajeel demanded me, brooking no argument.

I blinked at him and the cup he was holding for a moment before taking it from his grasp. Tears begin to fill my eyes and my shoulders shake slightly as I swirl the cups contents absentmindedly while staring down at it. We didn’t find them in the middle of town. We searched and asked around, but no one has seen anyone that matched either of their descriptions. I grip the cup tightly in an attempt to compose myself. Erza places her hand gently over mine and squeezes it.

‘Juvia is not alone. Juvia must have hope!’  Taking a deep breath I drink the water in one gulp and lean my head back on the wall behind me.

“I take it, you didn’t find them?” Natsu said while approaching.

I shook my head. “Juvia thought for a moment she saw someone that resembled Lucy in hair and stature but it was not her. Lucy is far more beautiful than that woman I saw.”

Natsu’s green eyes widened with wonder. “I will help you all the more in your mission to find them!” he declared loudly.

Erza and I giggled nervously at his antics. I had no doubt Natsu would fall in love with Lucy, we weren’t kidding when we said she was pretty. We were more worried about her accidentally breaking his poor heart when we leave! Or, heaven forbid, he might even ask for her hand in marriage! Lucy would absolutely freak out. They did seem to wed pretty young in this dimensions age. We need to get back to the tomb with Lucy and Levy ASAP. It was our only logical way back home. But our last two encounters in the woods told we couldn’t get there alone, sword or not. We needed an escort. And that would take some serious finagling.

“Come on,” Gajeel gruffed. “We’ve delayed your introductions long enough.”

I sigh and stand up following close behind them as they lead us up a flight of stairs, to a grand salon that took up the entire length of the building on this level. Gray, Ava, Jellal, and Carmen were sitting beside a small, gray-haired man who sat in a throne-like chair, telling him tales of our journey. He frowned in fear and then clapped in glory when he heard of his daughter’s climb to safety. Ava looked up then, and caught sight of us.

“And these, these, Father, are the heroic woman who came to our rescue.” Ava rushed over to me and dragged me to him, Carmen doing the same to Erza. I felt like a giraffe next to her, being inspected by a new zookeeper. “They pulled swords from their saddles and wielded them like fierce warriors!”

He studied us, then rose and took my hand. He looked up at me. “I am indebted to you,” he said. He bent and kissed my hand, then he turned and did the same to Erza. Erza and I blushed heavily in embarrassment and struggled to respond. “My daughter tells me you have become separated from your family,” he continues. “In gratitude to you, my sole goal will be to see you reunited.”

“Thank you,” Erza said sincerely, speaking for the both of us. I was too busy trying not to cry, he was being so kind and genuine it brought tears to my eyes.

“You are exhausted. The day has clearly tired you. Someone will see you to your room, and we will speak more of it this evening, or if you prefer, tomorrow. Good?”

“Thank you,” I manage to say. Ava bent to speak in a servant’s ear, and the woman came over to me. “Come, Miss. I'll see you two to your quarters.”

We followed behind her, Erza helped me limp up the stairs, rejecting the servants offer to help. At the top, the woman pulled a ring of keys from her belt and unlocked the first along the hallway. I peered down it there appeared to be about eleven more. She opened it and gestured inward. “Please.”

I limped forward and went directly to the window of the narrow room. There two beds, a chair, a table, and this, the window, overlooking the town. I pushed open the shutter and looked down on the well. People swirled about it, but no blondes or tiny bluenettes among them.

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We awakened to maids knocking on our door.

“We are here to assist you with your baths.” They said. My eyes widen and Erza and I looked at each other nervously. 'Juvia is perfectly capable of bathing herself…’ But even now I could feel the dirt and grime from our trip and we were more than eager to wash it off asap, and something told me that arguing with these maids would only bring unwanted attention to us, so we followed them.

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“Um… Erza?” I said. “What is that?” I point to the two beautiful dresses laying on our beds.

We stood there gaping for a moment before slowly approaching what I could only equate with a wedding gown. Except, the one on Erza's bed was an elegant green dress and the one on my bed was light purple. It seemed to be endless too! It just kept coming, yards and yards of fabric.

Too scared to actually touch it, I step back to marvel at it some more. It looked like the finest silk I had ever seen. But the waist was so narrow I wondered if we would even be able to get into it. Dimly, I remembered one of the servants saying something about how Erza's dress had been meant for Simon’s nuptials and that my dress had once belonged to Grays mother.

Erza turned to me, her eyes asking "Can we really wear that? I mean, they don't really symbolize the best of things..."

I was silent for a moment. "Does it matter? We have nothing else to wear to a ball and Juvia is certain they won't allow you to waltz in there in all your armored glory..."

'Besides, these dresses are so gorgeous it would hurt not to wear them.' I thought while placing a careful finger over it. Erza sighed and said. “Guess we better start working on the ten-mile run that will allow us to sweat off enough weight to wear it tomorrow.”

I eyed the narrow hourglass of a bodice and shuddered. I wasn’t going to be able to breathe all night, let alone dance. Suddenly, I wished Gray's mother had been a large matron instead, given to tent dresses rather than tight-fitting gowns designed to draw the eye of every man in the room. I shook my head in wonder. “She must have been amazing… Juvia wishes she could have met her.”

A knock sounded at our door, causing me to jump. “Just a moment!” Erza called as we quickly put on our regular clothes.

Natsu stood there, a crooked grin on his lips. “You’ve been cooped up in this room all day!

Lets go!” he said, lifting his hand. “You can see the entire town well where I’ll take you. Also, I do believe we owe you a lesson in dancing.”

Gajeel grumbled something under his breath.

I lifted my brows. I mean, I know I asked, but I didn't think he'd actually pull through!

“Come, come,” Gajeel said in annoyance, flicking his fingers, sensing my hesitation. “I want this hour done with already. I already found someplace private where we can practice.”

I studied him a moment before grinning widely. It was far better to suffer embarrassment with him, someplace private, rather than in the middle of a ballroom floor.

Erza POV

They lead us up a narrow stair, then another, and still another, until Gajeel pulled Juvia into a large empty ballroom and Natsu lead me up another flight of stairs that lead to the rooftop. I turned, full-circle, in wonder at the view. Past the towers and the town wall, I could see miles of green rolling hills. “It is marvelous,” I said.

“Ehh, it's alright,” he grinned. He closed the door and then turned to stare at me, crossing his arms. “So, how much dance do you actually know?”

“Umm.. None?”

“Hmm. Okay then! I enjoy a challenge.” Natsu stepped forward, determined. He placed my right hand on his shoulder and grabbed my left hand.

“Okay, first bring your feet together and then step forward with left foot. Yes, like that! Now, step to right side with right foot and bring feet together again. Mmhm! Now step backwards with right foot and step to left side with left foot. Bring your feet together again aaaand let's take it from the top!”

I nodded and moved into his arms. We made it through the first three counts, and then I missed the step. He released me and then looked at me, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if exasperated, as if we had gone through it a hundred times.

“That was once! How many times were you taught?”

He cocked a brow, apparently reluctant to give me room to fail. He flicked his fingers forward. “Let’s give it another try,” he said tiredly, acting as though we’d been at it all night. “This time, close your eyes. Think only of the rhythm.”

I sighed, trying to get above my frustration. I closed my eyes and listened to the beat of the dance, along with his counting, feeling the shifts, the pause at the end, then resuming. “Good, good,” he encouraged.

On and on he went. “Ahh, yes. That is it. Perfect!” he said.

I couldn’t fight the smile forming on my face. “I’m going to release you for a moment, but keep going, as if someone else is taking my place.”

His hands left me, but then slid back in place, at my waist, but wrapping a bit more behind my back this time, as if a tiny bit more possessive.

My eyes fluttered open and encountered Jellal.

I stopped, glancing at Natsu, his profile aglow in the setting sun. He shrugged “He wanted to brush up on his dancing skills.” I looked up to Jellal and stared hard into his eyes. “He wanted to brush up on his dancing skills with sword-carrying girl with a thing for running off?” I asked.

“Tonight that is my wish,” he said, his voice strangely husky, his eyes unwavering. He began to count off the dance again, and I, apparently devoid of will, followed it.

“Has Natsu taught you this one?” he asked, raising both hands to me, palm up.

I frowned and shook my head, then glanced toward Natsu. He was gone. I sighed. I was alone with Jellal, receiving a dance lesson. This was a disaster waiting to happen. I could do nothing but place my hands in his.

“This is an eight-count dance,” he said, staring down at me with all earnestness.

He dropped my hands and counted it out, as if I were in his arms, closing his eyes, turning at the fifth count, and again at the seventh.

“Tricky,” I said, raising a brow.

“The key is following your partner’s lead,” he said, a teasing glint in his eyes. He cocked his head. “Tell me Erza, can a woman who can wield a sword find her place on the dance floor?”

“I think they’re very similar,” I said, moving toward him, placing my hands in his. “Swordplay is a dance of sorts, except that in a fight, one must take the unexpected step. In dance it is all about taking the right, expected step.”

He began counting the dance, turning me at count five and seven. I moved with him, without hesitation, and the eighth count found my left hand in his, at chest level, and my right hand above my head, facing him. Our mouths were inches away from each other. “I believe you have this mastered, Erza,” he said, still not releasing me, still staring into my eyes.

“I believe you have taught me well,” I returned, staring steadily back at him, my heart pounding in my chest so hard I swear he could hear it. We continue to stare at each other. My eyes widen as I realized the small space between us was becoming even smaller. Until.....until...

I suddenly turned away when thoughts began to cascade through my mind. Whatever I thought was happening here, could not.

It could cost a great deal. For me. For him. For Fairy Tail.

“Erza?” he asked. “Erza,” he said, dropping his tone, in such an enticing manner, I nearly turned.

“You need to go, Jellal,” I said. “Leave. Juvia and I…. We only represent danger for you. Loss. All you need is below us, in this house.”

Jellal was silent for a moment, before quietly responding. “How can you be so certain? Maybe there is something else for me. Something no one even saw coming?”

My heart pounded in my chest even more. He was speaking of me. I drew in a shaky breath. What could I promise him? A girl who would disappear into the future? No, it wasn’t fair….

Gathering my courage, and bracing myself for a life full of regret I speak.

“Jellal, I have a fiance…”

A/N: HAHAHAHAHAHA I'M SORRY I JUST HAD TO!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OK ON THE THE REAL THING:

I looked back to give him a pretty speech, some small comfort, but he was already gone through the gaping door.

I stared for a long time at that empty doorway, recognizing that I had killed any chance to be with the hottest guy I had ever run across. But it was for a good reason, a solid reason. I was being responsible.

I tried to swallow the regret that filled my throat, tried to feel assured, courageous. But I couldn’t even manage that.

My mouth was dry.

And my heart was empty.

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Another oneshot with my ocs Jasper “Virus” Julien and his boy Jason. Been wanting to write this for a bit, but I kept on changing up how the story goes (mainly the middle section). Anyhoo, hope you 2-3 people who actually read these enjoy this.

The reason for the city being extra crowded that night was unclear to Jasper; sure it was a three day weekend for everyone, but he never suspected everyone to pack themselves into the already congested city. Any other day, Jasper wouldn't mind making his way through the crowded streets to get home; however, this time, Jasper had some company, who happened to be a small, 7 year old boy who had never been in the city until now. All Jasper could do to avoid losing his son was to hold on tightly to his hand, although he could sense how uncomfortable Jason was with the tight spaces in the crowd and how tight his hand was being held.

« Don't worry, we'll be there soon, » Jasper told Jason after crossing another street. He knew he has at least said that exact line 20 times in the past 10 minutes. Jasper could sense how Jason was feeling. His short legs were aching, his hand was ready to slip out of Jasper's tight grasp, and Jason needed a break. Unfortunately, a break was basically impossible at the point they were at; they were surrounded by people who were not ready to let anyone get pass them to the side of the sidewalk. It was also impossible to stop or go back which was going to be a problem is anything happened. Unfortunately, something did occur.

There was another crosswalk, but it was right in front of a theater that just let out. Immediately, Jasper knew it was going to be difficult to get through, but there was no other way around the crowd without having to disrupt the movement of the crowd. Packed tightly like sardines, everyone had to wait to be able to cross along the crosswalk. Finally, a moment to try to breath.

« Try to hold on tightly, this might get a little rough. » Jason nodded, and Jasper could feel Jason's small hand try to hold on tightly to his adult sized hand. With a deep breath, Jasper led Jason and followed the pushy crowd across the street. A collection of « excuse me »'s and « get out of the way »'s were exchanged throughout the crowd, but it did absolutely nothing for anyone. To Jasper and Jason, it felt like the crowd continued to grow while they were further packed into the middle of the chaos. The chaos only escalated when one person didn't realize the curb of the sidewalk was right in front in them.

Jason felt his foot jam right in the curb. With the curb and the pushing from the people beside and behind him, his face met the ground. It happened so quick; his hand slipped from his father's grip, his hands tried to reach out for something or at least save his face from any more damage than he already had to endure in the past, and the last thing he saw was the blur of people passing him, his father being pushed away, and the gray concrete.

"JASON! Jason! Get out of the way! That's my son! Jason..."

Jason heard the voice fading away, being replaced by a noise. He didn't know how to describe. It was a mixture of foot steps, talking, yelling, cursing, and just city noises. They were the only distractions from the pain in his body and the damage caused by passing civilians who didn't pay attention to where they were walking. Soon opening his eyes, Jason saw the crowd has ceased for now, only to be continued when more people were allowed to cross again. Before that could happen, Jason pushed through the pain and got onto his hands and knees and stood onto his feet. Without any hesitation, he limped off to the side and down the sidewalk. He had no clue where he was or anything that could reveal where he was or where Jasper was; all Jason had was a taste of blood in his mouth, scratched up and bleeding hands, and a throbbing foot. Whether it was from the pain or the thought of being alone and lost, tears began to form in his eyes . Sniffling, Jason tried his best to not allow a single tear to escape. Staring at the sidewalk, he wished he had a hoodie, so he could at least hide his face; no one would see his injuries; no one would see his tears; no one would see his pain.

With his head hanging low, Jason did not see who or what was in front of him. A grunt of a man caught Jason off guard as he bumped into the man. Without the need of looking up, Jasper knew he did have the luck of running into Jasper, but still unknowingly had some luck.

« Better watch where you're walking kid.... wait... are you lost? » Jason looked up slightly and his eyes stared right at a blue police uniform. Continuing up to the face of the policeman, Jason confirmed the officer's suspicion.

« Oh my... » the officer got onto his knees to get on Jason's level and his eyes inspected Jason while he grabbed out a two-way radio. « Got a lost kid near the middle of the city. Gonna bring him to the station. »

« Alright kid, wanna head back to the station and call your guardian? »

« Y-yeah... » Jason could hear the shakiness in his quiet voice, but the officer didn’t comment on it; instead, the officer got up and began to lead Jason while trying to chat with him. The officer went off with telling stories or jokes, Jason wasn’t sure, but Jason was just out of it. He just wanted to be at the station, on the phone with his father, and at home listening to music or watching a movie.

« So kid, what happened? How did you get lost and get all scratched up? » Jason flinched, not ready to say anything. « Hm? » was all he could say at the moment. « What happened to get you in this situation? »

« Oh.. um, » Jason shrugged, looking back down at the concrete. « Just a little trip I guess, » he whispered. « Ah ok... » Another word was not spoken between the two until they reached the police station.

« Alright kid, time to call your guardian. What’s their name and their number? » the officer asked as he took Jason deeper into the building and to a desk. « His name is Jasper Julien, » Jason said quietly and then told the officer the phone number twice. Jason has no clue how or why he has Jasper’s phone number memorized, but he was glad he did. Jason watched as the officer dialed in the number and sat there with the phone to his ear.

« Hello, is this Jasper Julien?... Yes this is the police department, and we have what I’m guessing is your son... » The officer pulled the phone away from him and asked, « What’s your name kid? »

« Jason... »

« Thanks, » the officer whispered before getting back on the phone. « Yes sir, we have Jason here... anytime sir, we are always here to help, » the officer finished with a smile and hung up. « Fortunately, your dad mentioned he is nearby so he should be here soon. »

For what felt like 10 minutes to Jason, he waited there at the officer’s desk. Jason lost track of time and got lost in thought while he stared at the wood desk, so the wait time could’ve been longer or shorter than he thought. Either way, when his mind was brought back on Earth by a quiet calling of his name, Jason was met by a gingerly hug and a bunch of the usual lines like « I’m so glad you’re safe », « Thank FSM you’re okay. », and « I was so worried ».

Pulling away, Jasper held Jason’s head in his hand and his red eyes scanned his face. « I was given a nice little first aid kit, so let’s get you to the bathroom and clean you up, » Jasper whispered before helping Jason to his feet and leading him to the bathroom. Passing by the mirror on the way to sitting down, Jason saw the state of his face. His nose had been bleeding and his face was all scraped up. There was a couple scratches here and there, but he had seen worse; however, there were probably more parts of him that was more injured. That reminded his to finally take a look at his hands which he had forgotten about; they were all cut up and red.

Jason sat down on the toilet while Jasper grabbed out some cleaning supplies to clean up Jason’s wounds. While he did that, Jasper began to talk to Jason.

« Jason, you know I’m so freaking sorry for leaving you. You must’ve been so scared and hurt... » Jason’s mind began to wonder, thinking back to the event.; the sights, the sounds, the pain. The urge to cry reoccured, but Jason tried his best to try to hide it. « D-don’t worry... I-I-I’m fine... » At this point, Jason had to bite his lip to stop himself from crying; nevertheless; anything that Jason did could trick an android. Jasper could see the tears in Jason’s brown eyes.

« You know it’s okay to cry... »

Jason began to shake his head, feeling tears begin to slowly roll down his scratched up cheeks. « No... I-I’m sorry... I’m sorry... » The tears began to fall faster and faster.« I’m so so sorry... I’m just a weak piece of crap... h-he was right,» Jason started sobbing. « I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m we-»

« Jason. » Jasper calmly said while setting his hands on Jason’s shoulders, causing him to flinch slightly. « Sorry... » Jasper quickly pulled his hands back, but quickly wiped some of Jason’s tears away on the way.

« Don’t say that. You are not weak. Your other father is extremely wrong in everything he said and did. He was giant butthole, and he doesn’t understand what true strength is. You have been extremely strong tonight, and from what I know about human emotions, it’s okay to cry; it’s healthier to cry than to hold it in from what I recall. You have been the strongest person I know and it’s okay to express a normal human expression, no matter what bs your last father told you because he was wrong. Okay? »

With a sniffle, Jason nodded slightly. « O-okay... »

With a smile, Jasper caressed Jason’s cheek. Even Jasper could feel himself becoming a little teary eyed, despite him being an android. “Alright, let’s get you completely cleaned up, kiddo,” Jasper whispered before continuing what he was doing before. Jason sat there silently, calming himself down.

“D-dad.” Jason whispered.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” Jasper felt his lip form a genuine smile. He will never get used to it, but it felt great.

“I love you too, Jason.”