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pumpkinpot · 3 years ago

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Hoshi pt. 2

Here is the link for the first version of this story, I just thought it had so much spooky potential. There is no real need to read part one first. The overall theme is, you, Bakugou and Uraraka are in a throuple relationship and one of your favorite bonding hobbies is to explore abandon places. Cheers!

Hoshi Part One

CW: Ghosts, season two spoilers.

It took what felt like forever to convince them. When you had first presented the idea you got two starkly different reactions ending in the same answer, “hell no.”

Katsuki seems indignant about the prospect of catching a ghost on camera, asking what the point was and why waste money on such an impractical hobby. You then had to remind him that exploring abandoned places for fun was just as, “impractical”.

Uraraka on the other hand, turned into a ghost herself, nearly floating from her chair into the afterlife.

“Are you crazy," she scolded what if we caught something?"

“That’s the point?” you’d said.

“No way!”

A month later a woman, you think her name was Ginnie, strapped a go pro to your chest. The other two paranormal investigators stood by doing the same. It felt weird going on an expedition without your partners, and when you told them that a local group of paranormal investigators had offered to take you on their next adventure, it was in hopes that they would refuse and offer to take you themselves. A lowly tactic, you knew, but you'd wanted this for a while. To your disappointment, their reaction was utter indifference.

“Sure, maybe now you’ll stop asking,” Katsuki had said.

“We’ll make it up to you later,” Uraraka agreed.

So there you were, gearing up with a new group, your partners sneering from the corner. They’d insisted on seeing you off, despite rejecting the extended invite themselves.

“Okay,” Ginnie said, “so you know how to work the EMF detector right?”

She hands over a compact silver box with lights ranging from red, yellow and green. You knew a little bit from a series of ghost explorer YouTube channels you’d recently subscribed to. They always seem a bit more believable than the highly popularized tv shows. You recognize a few of the contraptions tucked in black Styrofoam briefcases, like laser grids, trip sensors, and ovilus's.

A smooth switch on the side of your emf detector flipped with a click roaming your immediate space with a growl, waiting for something to scream at.

You bit your smile back into your mouth when you looked up to Ginnie staring back at you, and not your partners. You sneak a glance at them under dipped eyelashes, the pair's expressions unreadable in the shadows.

“Right, we should head out!” Says one of the other investigators.

You turn on your heels, full attention directed at Uraraka and Katsuki. “I’ll see you in the morning, yeah?” You say, with a smile.

Katsuki huffs, pulling you into a brief hug, slipping one of his vintage cameras into your hand. It made your chest feel tight.

Uraraka holds up a finger as you lean into her. “Uh-,” she says, “you left these on the counter at home.”

She bunches the four granola bars you'd made for the group out to you. You'd made them intentionally when neither of them were home so Katsuki wouldn't get jealous you were sharing your travel snacks with outsiders.

Between holding the granola bars in one hand, and Katsuki's camera in the other, this felt almost like a breakup.

Forcing a tight-lipped smile you step away turning to your waiting party. You'd all agreed to this. You wanted to do spooky exploration, they didn't. This was a good compromise, even-

A large hand pulls you back by the shoulder harshly. "Not happening," Katsuki grumbles, tossing Ginnie's EMF detector back at her.

“Uh-” you start, but he rounds on you.

“We’re going on our own, the way it is supposed to be, and it’ll be ten times scarier than anything they've got planned for you.”

Uraraka works the Go Pro from your chest, her lips pressed together in a harsh line. “Loves, we agreed to this-” You don’t know why you were arguing, the relief of watching them pull me from the group was palatable.

“Well,” Uaraka says, “we’re un-agreeing.”

That was ten days ago. You wondered if either of them regrets that decision now. Katsuki that night went home and bought out the entire Ghost Stop website's inventory and express delivered it to the house. Uraraka avoided the subject at all costs until hours before the trip when she presented you with ghost-shaped sprinkles to put into the granola bars.

Lastly was the decision to either bring Hoshi or leave him with Kirishima. The small dog watched the tiff from the sofa, wrapped in his favorite blanket.

“He hasn’t missed a trip with us since we found him at the observatory!”

“But this is a different kind of trip,” Katsuki refutes, “what if he gets possessed?”

“Katsuki dogs can’t get possessed,” you argue, “besides, dogs are known to protect their owners from spiritual attacks.”

That was it. “He’s coming,” Uraraka finishes, packing a fourth water bottle.

Now the three of you stood before the derelict heroes agency, Hoshi strapped to Uarakas chest, Katsuki equipped with a tool belt full of ghost hunting equipment and you, holding a camera. Walmart Scooby-Doo came to mind.

It was scarier than what you’d originally wanted. That part was true. Ginnie had only planned to take you to an abandoned library for my first time, but leave it to your pro hero partners to go plus- whatever the saying was that Midoryia always says.

Darkness had only recently enveloped the building, the evening's coolness not yet filling the building's halls. Routinely, your group pushes through the first floor, only slowing down when the graffiti and vandalism subsided, and you were left with nothing but raw history.

"I couldn't find who this agency belonged to, but they must have been important to have such a large building," you say, guiding your camera through abandoned office spaces.

Molded coffee mugs and sun-bleached papers litter bulging desks and bookshelves. Katsuki sets up a motion camera down the hall you’d just come. He slips his hand past the sensor, watching his fingers zoom past the camera screen with a long “Beep!” He grins at it, before turning to us. “Alright,” he says, handing Uraraka an EMF detector. She peaks at it over Hoshi’s curious sniffs, flipping it on. As soon as the sensor turns yellow she switches it back off.

He slips one to you as well, and with a nod of agreement you each turn in the search for a good ghost spot.

Sporadic echoes of machines echo through the halls before Katsuki shouts a few doors down. “In here!”

He stands at the entrance of another office, equipped with a large desk, what looks to be a tilted gurney, and dust spots where posters once hung. You look down at the EMF detectors, none of the three showing any activity.

“Why this one?” Uraraka asks, peeking in.

He shakes his head. “I don’t know, it just feels-”

you point the flashlight at his arm just long enough to catch the goosebumps arising along his arms.

“-Right.”

With a shrug, you and Uaraka follow him in plopping on the foor in a circle. Uraraka unclips Hoshi, letting him weave between you, sniffing up dust.

Katsuki whips out his spirit box like a tape measure from his belt, setting it center. “Ready?” he asks, shifting glances between us. Uraraka gives a nervous nod, calling Hoshi to her. You point the camera at the square with a nod. He flips the switch drowning the room in a deafening hiss.

“Ghosts!” Suki shouts into the room and the camera screen shakes under the weight of your snicker. He sounds so dramatic. “We are here to communicate to you from the beyond!”

The two look so much more comfortable now than they were when you’d first breached the idea. That comfort crumbles when the white noise Stutters.

Heroes, it says, then returns to a flat hum.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” Uraraka whimpers, scooting closer to you, “it knows us!”

You have to bite your lip to reel in your excitement. “Hello,” you say, “C-can I ask who we’re speaking to?”

The pins n' needles sound hitches once then twice as it passes by a broadcast, skipping a third time in the same voice as before.

"Night."

“Night?” you say, pointing a flashlight around the room. “Yeah, I suppose it is night.”

Both Katsuki and Uraraka look less terrified and more- shocked now. Katsuki pulls out his phone, switching it off airplane mode.

“Say that again,” he says, pointing his phone at the box.

Only a laugh comes through the static and he looks ready to shit bricks. “Please, say it again.”

you’d never heard the man say please in his life, what was so important?

"Night-"

He stops recording, typing something before putting his phone away.

You hand the camera to Uraraka and pull out your detector, flipping it on. You can’t hear the whine of it over the noise, but red lights show ghost activity all around.

"Hoshi," Uaraka says, as the white puffball sniffs the spirit box.

"Hoshi," the static whispers back.

Hoshi’s ears perk at the acknowledgment and Uraraka pulls him into her lap with a gasp.

Katsuki flips off the box, plunging the room into silence. We all release breaths looking between each other.

A crash on the lower floor makes you jump followed by a “beep!”

“A ghost, Uaraka says more question than answer, "real ghost!”

The three of you digested the event, taking breaks between flipping the box on yo talk to the ghost then to talk to one another. You'd found the ghost was indeed this agencies main hero and-

“The sensor!” Katsuki says, hopping to his feet.

You all do, before freezing in place. Footsteps scrape up the stairs. Not ghost steps, but living persons.

The three of you scramble together, Hoshi repaired to snip someone's ankle.

It wasn’t the first time one of our trips had been crashed by a drifter and we were ready for it.

Steps came closer and closer, stopping at our door, pushing it open.

Midoryia squinted under the beam of your flashlight. Collectively you all have to relearn how to breathe.

“Jesus!” Katsuki huffs, unclenching his jaw.

“Nope,” he says, closing the door behind him. “Midoriya.”

“What are you doing here,” you ask, accepting his hug.

Hoshi whimpers out a sigh as Uraraka releases her hold on his ribs.

“I uh-” Midoriya, scratching the back of Hoshi’s ear. “I heard you were ghost hunting-”

Suki slaps his back, “I sent you that because I thought it was cool, I didn't think you’d show up.”

Midoryia shrugs, “I’ve always wanted to go on a ghost hunt, see-” He stuffs his green curls into a grey beanie with a small ghost embroidered onto its front. “Besides,” he continues, “I know this ghost."

“Hello, Sir.”

He flips on the Spirit box and the static stutters. "Deku."

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dorki-c · 4 years ago

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Comfort

Characters: Dabi and (reader)

TW/ trigger warning: Attempted abandonment

A/n: WOWWW It took me FOREVER to write this boi! But its probably one of my best works so far! Hope you all enjoy, like, and reblog this because it would really mean a lot! Anyways love u all and enjoy!!

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It's not fair really…

Falling in love, was absolutely the one thing you didn’t want. But here you are, sitting snug under his wrapped arms as the tv droned on about hero news and he didn’t bother changing the channels. Countless times in the thirty, goddamn, minutes you had been home he didn’t bother even talking to you as his raven black mane rested ever-so lazily against the couch.

“Dabi,” You heard a hum emitted from him. Was he angry at you? Or better yet, is he angry at you? “Are you okay?” Instead of watching the news, your eyes ever so shifted to the fog outside the closed frostbitten windows. “It’s none of your business.” Although he hasn’t been sleeping as much as he did before, the undertone of his hoarse voice was louder than usual. It was like he was bored with something…

It probably was you.

With the progress of nightfall coming quicker than usual, you leaned forward as a hazy memory in the wake of his mind. Dropping your feet to the floor, the male scanned your body language - clenched hands, stiff shoulders, a closed body expression- you didn’t bother looking back at him when getting off the couch. “What are you doing?” The tables had turned. he asked the questions; you gave the answers now. Like bad cop versus good cop.

Little did he know, something had switched inside of you. “It’s none of your business.” (y/n)’s voice turned bitter and cold, just like the frost climbing onto the window, your words nipped at his own feelings. Was it the shallow throwback to his dismissive comment that made him dig his nails into the silky skin of your hand before you left that escalated the chaotic snowstorm internally of oneself?

��If you even dare—” Ripping your hand from his grip, you cut him off “do what, you fucking prick?” You sliced any sort of co-operation with him. “Whenever I do my own shit, you have a problem with it.” He couldn’t disagree with you, “Fuck off.” Gracefully placing your hands on the same hips, he grips dangerously in the early mornings, those eyes of yours carefully challenged him to say another word.

“See? You’re not denying it.” Pivoting on one of your heels, your form went to the kitchen.

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The silence of the early morning was broken by a zipper echoing in the numbingly cold bedroom. Dabi however couldn’t feel it. The warmth on his bed lulled him back to this illusion of a different reality.

His reality.

He’s trapped in it, not the regret and sadness he is trapped, instead, it’s the thoughts that wrangle the epitome demon that he keeps under many chains and locks till the time is just right. Faintly though, even if he wasn’t already half-asleep once the zipping had stopped, the male lifted his head to see one or two suitcases lined up and your figure rolling them too close to the bedroom door.

With one sinister shadow rolling onto the floor and up the close white curtains, it looked him dead in his eyes like it had been watching him all this time. “Where are,” He yawned, “you headin’?” From this distance, he couldn’t tell if your whole body was shaking or if it was just your hands gripping the two suitcase handles way too tightly. You thought you were being as quiet as possible- packing (more like stuffing) most of the clothes and essentials you owned into two medium-sized suitcases- but the moment Dabi had woken up, there will be no fathomable doubt that you would have to lie to him.

The longer you stayed here, it felt like you were more like his tool for pleasure rather than to hold and cherish.

“Just go back to sleep, Dabi.” A pregnant pause ensued till it was clear of what you meant. Dabi has seen this scene far too many times to believe what is happening- Suitcases, a cold behaviour, and the singular word sleep- you were abandoning him weren’t you? Just like his Mother did to his Father.

Sure, the flaming pile of shit that is supposed to be a hero has his Mother stuck in a mental hospital, but he knows the familiar word abandonment loves to roll off his tongue. “Your leaving, aren’t you?” Don’t think he didn’t notice the slight flinch in your shoulders. “Go to sleep,” Biting on the bottom of your lip, (y/n) breathed in and then out, “there’s nothing to see here…”

“If there’s nothing to see,” his feet were planted on the chilly cold floor, “then why are you holding two suitcases?” The zipper to your mouth was closed. You both knew the word was going to slide off his tongue soon. He was prepared for whatever might happen and the force he might have to take just for you to stay.

Why is that deathly silence warped around the two individuals? Freedom seemed so bittersweet in this scene. It’s the traditional scene out of a sitcom: Mother is leaving the house with a bag, or two, in tow and the child watches from his bedroom doorframe as she twists the handle and---

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Here you are now. Most of his body was covered with a blanket where small drops of a smooth river flooded the red hills of your cheeks.

If he could cry; He would do it out of pure joy.

It was just a dream; he was happy it was a dream.

“A-are you okay?” Dabi is okay now that you’re here. But he’s not okay with the waterworks. “There’s no need to cry, doll.” It was rare to hear his soft voice. But here he is, using that same soft voice that makes you feel closure and that profound comforting feeling. “You scared me…” Placing a, similarly to his own, clammy hand on his cheek and staring straight into those ocean blue eyes that showed a long lost torment where those reassuring words he spoke out was something nobody would repeat once more.

At long last, even if the demons of both of their minds wouldn’t rest, the couple still found comfort in each other.

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