1. I’m a terrible smut writer. I can do angst, fluff, & even suggestive/slight spice, but I’m generally terrible at writing full-on smut 😭 I just take too long, so don’t have too high of hopes, sorryyy 🥹
2. As a lengthy writer, I recommend using the Speechify app. You can copy & paste anything & it’ll read to you for free no matter how long the text is. I use it when I wanna sleep lol
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≔ ⋆⟢ pairing : (experiment) bang chan & hwang hyunjin x (doctor!caretaker) female reader
◟ genre : sci-fi au + monster au, slight angst, fluff
◟ word count : 407
⬩➤ 「 warning 」 ᝰ. not proofread
It’s late at night. And it’s also quite cold and almost entirely void of any living being within the facility, at least in the area that you’re in. The majority of the staff members, including your less than favorable co-workers, have gone home for the day. They’ve been gone for a few hours already. But the same can’t be said for you. Your situation is a little more… tricky. It’s just complicated.
You’re stuck here. You can’t leave. Though not in the way most people immediately spin their thoughts to conclude. It’s not an issued order by some higher up, well… maybe? Kind of? You’re not being kept here against your will but more so out of compassion, as much as you hate being here. In a place where life is not valued, yet here you are, working for one of the sickest organizations here because of a falsified contract you must abide by.
You sit here, in your office, spinning side to side as you watch the two of them. Your only anchor to sanity at this point. This has become a nightly ritual for you, to allow them to step out of their cells for not only some fresh air, but a moment of temporary freedom.
Chan stood on one side of the fish tank whereas Hyunjin stood on the opposite side.
Both of them haven’t said anything so far, though they're indefinitely pleased to be out of their holding cells.
“Channie, Jinnie, come on. Time is up. The two of you have to go back to your cells.” You tiredly yawned out.
Again, they say nothing but their faces tell you otherwise.
Hyunjin cautiously walked over to you, painfully crashing onto his knees as his arms wrapped around your stomach area as his head rested on your thighs.
“Jinnie, I know you don’t want to but you have to.”
You let out a sigh as Chan got behind your chair to hug you from there.
“Guys, come on…”
“No go.” Hyunjin uttered against your skin.
You looked down at him and his gaze was razor sharp.
“Mean…”
“I’m sorry Jinnie… I–”
He shakes his head, “Them. They’re mean.”
He was talking about your pathetic co-workers.
“I know but…”
“Stay.” Chan mumbled into your shoulder.
“Fine. Just for tonight.”
You say that as if this is your first time allowing them to do this.
You’ll definitely get in trouble for it but you don’t care.
you almost want to get on your knees and beg that a day out with your family would go normally.
that you wouldn’t be stuck in your current predicament.
with furrowed brows you look to the left, at your husband.
gosh..
he’s in a worser state than you.
you’ve never seen sukuna like this, his serious expression a stark contrast against the lively joy of the amusement park. with his clenched jaw and eyes darting every which way.
in search.
sukuna’s eyes narrow when you touch him on the shoulder.
“i’m sure he’s somewhere here..” you’re not sure whether you’re reassuring yourself or him, “we’ll find him”
your son, 6 year old baby!yuji is lost.
you rack through your memories, replaying every single moment from you entering to park to the last time you saw him.
the food stalls.
you grip sukuna’s arm harsher than needed, albeit it does not hurt him, and march towards the stalls.
sukuna starts asking the vendors for a kid with a similar hair color to him. they all shake their heads mumbling excuses.
“nonsense” sukuna mutters to himself, “everyone here is a fool”
“not more than us” you sigh gripping your chest in an attempt to slow down the incoming panic coursing through your veins.
“listen” sukuna suggests, “we should split up”
“bad idea, better we stick together unless we start going in circles” you breathe hard, gasping out the last few words, worst case scenarios flashing through your mind.
sukuna grabs you by both your arms, you shake your head in protest and he grips you harder, not bruising just firm.
“listen to me” he speaks and you nod, “we’ll find him okay? and damn the heavens if i leave this place without my son”
you lick your lips, “yeah let’s..um call me, text, whatever just..”
the world seems to move in a blur.
you’d been so happy, all of you, yuji insisted on coming here and you obliged ofcourse, you’d do anything for your son. yuji’s laughter on the rides, sukuna carrying yuji on his shoulders, yuji’s cotton candy stuffed cheeks.
you inhale shakily.
“i will,” sukuna calls out starting to walk away.
you turn around in haste, praying, praying, praying.
please let my baby be safe.
until—
“may we have your attention, please.”
your pulse jumps in your throat.
“the parent or guardian of a young boy waiting with our lost and found team is requested to proceed to the main entrance.”
you turn around searching for sukuna to find his eyes already on you.
“again, the parent or guardian of a young boy waiting with our lost and found team, please make your way to the main entrance. thank you.”
before your mind could catch up, you’re running. with sukuna only a step behind you, you both make for the main entrance.
closing up to it you spot him instantly, and you stop in your tracks.
sukuna walks ahead, speaking to the security guard who just laughs while saying something, but you’re too busy to notice. your eyes are frantic you scan your son head to toe.
he’s fine, he’s okay.
the rope of panic that had tightened around your chest loosens. you watch from a distance as yuji bounces on his feet, asking sukuna to pick him up while your husband rubs his neck, thanking the security guard for keeping your son safe.
and then yuji’s eyes flick over to yours.
“mama!!” he comes running.
you hadn’t realized how much that sound had meant to you, not until you’d been faced with the possibility of losing it.
you bend down scooping baby!yuji up into your arms and peppering his face with kisses, while he squeals and giggles.
opening up his hand, yuji proudly shows you a fidget spinner as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t been lost “gun man gave me a gift!”
children were so clueless.
and you were too elated to speak, this just the act of holding your son, having him in your arms again meant everything.
“did you say thankyou, to the security guard?”
“duh” he droned, already looking around for some mischief to get up to.
you felt sukuna’s arms close around the both of you pulling you into a hug. he kissed the side of your head for a moment too long and you understood.
this had been just as frightening for sukuna.
though he’d never admit it.
but you knew, just from the way he slightly rubbed your shoulder and listened to yuji’s rambles attentively.
“he’s smart” his voice came out rough,
you leaned your head back against his chest, raising a brow in question.
“found the security guard himself, told him that he couldn’t find his mama and papa” he chuckled slightly, “brat didn’t even cry one bit”
you buried your nose in yuji’s hair and sighed contentedly.
“and here i was losing my mind” you murmured.
sukuna shrugged, “…and here we were”
yuji crawled out of your grip onto sukuna’s shoulders, cheerfully pointing around,
“can we go on that next?”
firefly; i’ve had this idea for so long, i just figured out how to execute it ❀ུ͏
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featuring... villain attacks and hospital visits. (+ realizations)
★ series summary: your landlord kind of fucked you over, so you end up stuck with two rising pro heroes as your roommates for the rest of the year.
(OR — chronicles of living together!)
content: roommate!au. smau. kiribaku x reader (developing!). fluff, crack. some suggestiveness. college student!reader. UA grad!krbk. warning: bit of a long post! - click keep reading.
note: using this space for extra warnings — beware of: blood, injuries, hospitalization. angsty im ngl but everyone's okay dw
★ IMPORTANT — this chapter includes written sections.
word count: 3.2k (holy. that’s my bad)
<- PREV. PART | SERIES MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST
You couldn't remember how you got here.
Cheek pressed into the scratchy library carpet, smoke and debris scraping down your lungs with each heaving breath.
A small groan slipped out of you, the sound muffled against the floor as you tried to move your shaky arms to support yourself.
You couldn’t make out where the dull throbbing ended, where you began.
Your eyes blinked in and out of focus as you took in the area around you; the once pristine, well-kept library was an absolute disaster. Shelves broken or toppled over, books scattered all across the floor, personal belongings abandoned or knocked over.
Your heart picked up.
Get up. You had to get up.
There was a fucking villain on campus— the one with that stupid costume. You really shouldn’t have insulted him earlier, you thought bitterly, fighting a dry scoff. Maybe this was your karma.
Eijirou, Bakugou— they’d be here soon, they promised you, right?
You winced, head ringing as you tried to recall exactly what had happened. Every part of you ached, memory came to you all muddled and blurred.
They told you to hide. Put your airpods in. Eijirou said he’d call. And then…
The villain?
No… no, it wasn’t the villain.
It was everyone trying to escape.
The second the villain had started his ascent up the library stairs, the booming thud of those ugly neon green boots of his echoing off the stairwell walls, the entire floor had broken out into a panic.
Everyone had trampled over one another to try and get away, desperately clawing over to the emergency exit, uncaring about each other when their survival was all that mattered.
You got unlucky, it seemed. Really fucking unlucky.
Amidst the chaos, you had gotten left behind.
Then, it was the villain.
Whatever his stupid quirk was, it was enough to rampage through the entire building, knock out anyone who got in his way.
You were in his way, you supposed.
With a sigh, you looked down, nails digging into the carpet to keep yourself upright. Your eyes widened at the small pool of deep red right where you had been laying.
You brought a shaky hand up to touch your forehead, feeling the heat of your own blood greet your fingertips.
Fuck.
That couldn't be good.
If you had the energy, you would've dragged a hand down your face. What did that idiot even want?
All you wanted was to pass some time before your next class. Look over the slides you'd be going over today, maybe send Eijirou a few TikToks you knew he'd find funny, bother Bakugou with random, stupid texts just because you knew it made his face twist and scrunch up in annoyance.
It wasn't supposed to go like this, this wasn't supposed to happen.
You felt tired. Really, really tired.
It was getting harder to keep your eyes open.
You wanted to lean into it, let the soft promise of sleep hold you gently. Take away the nagging pain pulsing throughout your body.
The edges of your vision were growing fuzzy.
Where’s your phone?
The thought snapped you back into the present, tethered you to reality.
Eijirou's call— You couldn't remember if you ever picked up.
He'd be worried, wouldn't he? Probably. He had a tendency to blame himself for things sometimes, you wanted to make sure he didn't.
You glanced around looking for it, vision swimming, the colors around you all bleeding into each other. Your body was moving on its own accord, it felt like you were watching found footage from a horror film through your very own eyes; so unfocused, out of your control.
When you finally caught sight of your phone a little to your left, your heavy eyes tracing over it, chest squeezing when you realized— the screen, it broke.
You must have dropped it, more than a few people had probably stepped over it. You wanted to be angry, annoyed, even. But all you felt overwhelmingly upset.
Upset that this was yet another thing piled onto the list of shitty things that had happened today.
But… you knew objectively that it wasn't horrible. Phones could be fixed, and you could still vaguely make out the characters from Eijirou’s contact name through the cracked glass. That was good, at least.
It looked like he was on the line, seemed like he had been for a while. You couldn’t focus enough to make out the call time.
You reached out for it, held your phone up to your ear as you laid back down, too tired to move anymore.
His voice was familiar, grounding, safe.
You let the warmth of it settle inside your chest, ease you out of that sad feeling twisting up inside you. It brought about this sweet buzz behind your ribs, even though he sounded so frantic.
You felt bad.
He was saying your name over and over, telling you in that same reassuring tone that he always used when you got to stressed or too worried that it’s gonna be okay.
That he’s there.
He's coming.
Panic was bleeding into his voice.
You wanted to tell him not to worry.
You didn't know how much you believed him, but you wanted to tell him that you did anyway to put his heart at ease.
The corners of your eyes pricked. He was always so cheery, so upbeat and contagiously hearty in a way that it felt like a stab in the chest when he was anything but.
You wanted to reassure him, because you never wanted him to be sad, especially not because of you.
You couldn't remember if you ever got around to even saying his name before your vision tunneled into black.
⋆ ⭒˚.⋆
The only thing on Eijirou's mind as he burst onto the scene was the sound of your scream on the other end of the line.
Just thinking about it made his heart ache.
One second, he had been making the call, bouncing his leg anxiously as he waited for you to pick up. The next, you had answered, he let himself dip a toe into relief, but instead of silence or your quiet whispered words, all he heard was chaos.
Screams overlapping screams, crashes and shouting, desperate curses. But amidst it all, you. He knew your voice, knew it was you making that heart-wrenching sound the second he heard that shrill cry crackle through his phone speaker.
It was you— terrified, hurting.
He never thought he'd hear you sound so scared.
He couldn't help the stream of reassurances that left his mouth the entire ride there. He didn't even know if you were there to hear him, all he knew was his own desperation masked with those frantic, comforting words. Some part of him wishing his voice could be enough keep you alive and safe.
The thought had crossed his mind sometimes.
It was his job to deal with the worst of the world on the daily, stand on the front lines against senseless crime and violence, swearing to protect others with your life; he knew better than anyone how quickly someone caught up in danger.
Still, no one ever expected it to be someone they cared about— not even heroes.
When he finally got up to the second floor, the background noise faded out. The shuffle of his team, the orders being rattled off to everyone through his earpiece.
All he could hear was the slowed thrum of his own heart beating in his ears as his eyes locked on your familiar outline crumpled on the floor by a bookshelf.
He ran over, not caring if it went against his orders for the mission. He crouched over your body, mouth running dry at the sight of blood trickling down your temple, your phone tucked by your ear.
Reaching out, he held your face in his palms, the stillness of your expression frightened him. It didn't feel real.
Why you?
(He should've been faster, he would’ve been able to save you.)
He brushed back some of your hair, checked to see if you were still breathing. His heart calmed just a fraction when he found that you were. It was shallow, barely perceptible, but you were breathing. You were alive. That was enough for now, it meant there was a chance.
He picked you up without another thought, determined to get you out of the battle zone, strong arms curling around your shoulders and the backs of your thighs, holding your limp body like it was made of glass.
"Katsuki," He started, voice shaky but loud enough for his ear piece to detect his voice and turn on. "I found her."
His friend's voice came in with a grunt.
"She good?"
Eijirou's throat tightened. He wasn't sure if he could even get the word out without sounding pathetic.
"No."
Katsuki stayed quiet for a few beats.
Then the sound of a gruff, angry sort of sigh filled his ears.
Eijirou could hear the scowl on his face. Katsuki never messed around when it came to the people he cared about, no matter how much he acted like a hard ass to their face.
He remembered your first month together, how convinced you were that Katsuki had genuinely hated your guts. Maybe he had found you annoying at first, Katsuki was never really a 'people person'. But you grew to matter to him more than you thought, that much was always apparent to him.
Eijirou was his best friend, after all. He knew the guy like the back of his hand.
"Get her to support, Ei." Katsuki bit out roughly; voice backed by a low, simmering anger. "We'll beat this guy's ass into the fucking ground."
His jaw tensed, something inexplicable and red-hot coursed through his veins at just the thought of that shitty excuse of a man. He had done this, hurt you and left you bloody, unconscious.
He could hear him clamoring upstairs, along the screams of more innocent civilians falling victim to that careless piece of shit. The rumble of an explosion rattled off the walls, drowning out the sounds of everyone else; Katsuki was definitely on scene now.
Eijirou moved quickly down the flight of stairs with no more time to waste, hurrying to get you over to help.
"I'm sorry," was all he could manage, sparing a glance down at your face. You looked peaceful, pretty— even with the blood on your face and the small cut over your cheekbone. The thought crossed his mind against his will, he shook himself out of it.
Focus.
"I've got you now." He said out loud, unsure if you could even make out any sounds. "I gotta leave to take care of the villain, We'll make sure he regrets what he did today." He spat out that last part, the bitterness evident in his voice.
"I'll be back, alright? I promise you, I'll be back."
A silent part of him ached for you to promise him back, promise him that you'd be okay. He didn't let himself dwell on it, even as his chest squeezed. No time to let his regret to consume him. He would get you to safety, make sure you got into the right hands. Then…
He had a villain to deal with.
⋆ ⭒˚.⋆
It had been a day since you were hospitalized.
Eijirou had been silent. Oddly so. He cracked a few half-hearted jokes every now and then, but he moved like something heavy was sitting on his shoulders.
It was strange to Katsuki, to not have the space between them filled with his nonsense.
The two of them had fought side by side for so long, since the very first of their days back at U.A., but something about that fight at the library was different.
He had seen Eijirou get worked up before, he was driven by justice and an unwavering drive to protect others, Katsuki knew that. But that day… it was something else. The way he fought, the hard set of his eyes, the quiet, disgusted look he gave the villain as soon as he was apprehended.
Katsuki pretended that he didn't hear it, but he had listened to sound of his poorly muffled, bitten back sobs when they got home that night, let it bleed through the wall between their rooms as he laid down back in his bed to try and catch some sleep before morning came.
(He would've been annoyed, but it wasn't like he could sleep, anyway. He spent the night staring up at his ceiling, nails digging into his palms as he quietly clenched his fist by his side, hating the uncertainty that stormed inside him.)
When they got up the next day, ready to head over to the hospital to visit you, it became more apparent. There was something tense hanging over him, something sharp and weighted, just waiting to blow over. The idiot wore his heart on his sleeve, his feelings all over his face. Katsuki could never really take seeing Eijirou like that, expression all sunken and clouded over, and he could never exactly name why.
Probably because it was a shitty look on him.
He glanced at Eijirou through the corner of his eye, heavy arms folded over his chest as they both sat on the hospital bench just outside of your room. They could go in, the doctors had given them the clear the second they got here, told them you had been asking about them non-stop since waking up. But Eijirou had hesitated, stared at the handle of the door with wet eyes like it might kill him if he touched it.
So, they sat down because he needed a second— that was his half-hearted excuse. Katsuki wanted to scoff, but he bit it back, chose to just sit down next to him with a small grunt.
He didn't even get around to doing his hair this morning, even though his little routine barely took a minute. The mess of red fell over his downcast eyes as he crouched over, elbows propped on his knees, each hand busy toying with the other as he stared down at the floor.
His gaze was faraway, swimming with too much for Katsuki to even begin to make out. His lower lip twitched every few seconds, like he was actively fighting the urge to cry.
Yeah. Definitely a shitty look.
Katsuki let out a disgruntled huff.
"You gonna sit around moping all day or you gonna spit it out?"
"Huh?"
Eijirou sat up just enough, tired eyes meeting his. Katsuki searched them for a beat before finally snapping his gaze to the wall up ahead; fixated on the texture, the color — whatever — because meeting those sad eyes felt unbearable for some reason.
"Just talk, you idiot." he grumbled, as if he was annoyed at the notion of asking. Eijirou knew better, though, and Katsuki trusted that he'd pick it up: this was him being worried.
With a shaky breath in and a heavy exhale, he finally started talking.
"Somethin' about yesterday felt different." He began, a hand coming to scratch the back of his head, "We've fought villains for so long, seen so many people get hurt. Saved plenty more, too. It's just the job, right?" He tried to chuckle, just to lighten the mood. Nothing about pro-hero work was really funny.
When he paused for a little too long, Katsuki egged him to continue with one clipped word. "Right."
Eijirou managed a sigh.
"Right, yeah… but… but this? Seein' her like…" his voice got all caught up in his throat, like he was choking on his words before they could even make it out. "like that?"
He shook his head, hand coming over his chest, fingers ghosting over his sternum. Katsuki knew the feeling, knew exactly what he was talking about. Like something inside him might implode. It was jarring, even to him, to face the what ifs in that kind of situation.
(The what if of you being ripped from their lives just like that, gone in an instant before they could even process what had happened.)
"Don't think I've felt that way since Kamino…" Katsuki's jaw clenched. Eijirou continued, sniffling slightly. "…or the war. I was so scared, man. I… I really care 'bout her. I think… more than I let myself realize, y'know?"
He leaned his back against the wall, craning his neck up to stare at the ceiling mindlessly.
"I think I like her, Kats.” He mumbled.
Katsuki's eyes flickered over to him at that.
He wasn't stupid. He had seen the way you leaned into each other, the way the two of you laughed, flirted fucking horribly and obliviously with each other.
Still, he could never be sure. He couldn't care to know more, that was what he told himself.
Eijirou was always better versed in this mushy shit than he was anyway.
He didn't know why he scoffed. "You think?"
"What?" Eijirou's eyes blinked over to his, brows furrowed softly with genuine confusion. Katsuki only rolled his eyes, lip curling back into a small sneer.
"Either y'like her or you don't, that's how that bullshit works, right? Hell do you mean you think?"
"No! I don't think, I know it man! I do!"
Katsuki blinked back at him. That sudden earnestness was so typical, so Eijirou.
His heart pinched.
He looked away, fixing his gaze on the wall again, as if that disgusting, clinical shade of white was worth staring at. "Go see her." He said it was quiet, low and under his breath. This was his kind of soft. Intentional, a little hesitant. "Talk, or whatever. It'll fix your fucking face."
It wasn't the nice, sweet sort of encouragement it probably should've been. But Katsuki had never been good at that. He knew what Eijirou needed to hear most, anyway: "Tell her."
It was all he said before standing up, the action urging Eijirou to do the same. His mouth opened as if to refute what Katsuki had just said, but one narrowed look from him had it snapping back shut. He nodded, taking in a deep breath. "Yeah… yeah, you're right. I'll go in."
He turned on his heel, took careful steps until he was in front of your door. He spared Katsuki one last glance before he turned the handle, that determined glint finally back in his eyes. His thank you was wordless as he stepped into your hospital room, shutting the door softly behind him.
It was his doing, his back-handed encouragement that had pushed Eijirou to walk in there. He told him to tell you— tell you what? Would he confess? Sit there and just talk?
Something like a heavy pit formed in his chest at the thought.
(Why did it feel like part of him was sinking, being dragged down to depths he didn't dare venture into?)
With a scoff, he forced his mind away from that nonsense.
He shoved a hand into his pocket. Pulled out his phone to look up mobile stores nearby— your dumbass phone was broken.
He had the time, he'd get you a new one.
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