Inc. Dabi, Shota Aizawa, mcu!Ultron, Pitch Black, and Jack Frost
Warning: silly, wholesome, suggestive for some, flustered!Jack Frost, Dabi being Dabi - cold and in denial heh, Jamie and Jack being a duo, fluff(y)
He growled as he staggered into the bar of the hideout, his white shirt slightly bloodied and burnt. Stupid heroes, stupid quirk...
He dragged himself to his room, a trail of blood dripping and leading anyone passing by....he collapsed on his bed and knocked out.
"–Dabi–" there was a faint voice, and someone lightly shaking him. "–Dabi!"
He forced his eyes to open, groaning as his vision focused on you. Leaning over him, a expression of concern etched on your face. "....what?" He rasped out.
He watched as you breathe out with relief. "I thought you died on me." You huffed, beginning to place a cold rag on his forehead. He scowled, trying to swat your hand away.
"I'm not sick!" He snapped, sitting up and immediately regretting it. He winced, breathing slowly as you stared at him. "I'm fine, I don't need you to baby me."
He heard your exasperated huff, but no movement to leave. "Come on, I'll patch you up." He only protested, whining like a big baby but made no further motions to pull away. He said nothing as you worked to stitch him up, a makeshift bandage so he doesn't reopen the injury.
He fell for you a long time ago, your stubbornness, insistence and everything he found annoying....but you never left him. He let out a light huff, a heavy exhale. There was no time for feelings.
Your brows furrowed at him. You could never understand what he was thinking behind those eyes. And there was a reason he distanced himself.
For now, he just enjoyed the silence and the way you stayed with him. He didn't know he needed it until now.
He liked the quiet. Maybe that's why he was fine with you - you always came in quietly.
He was still up, knowing you hadn't returned he wouldn't be able to sleep properly. So he waited for the way you opened the door, slowly and quietly, how you closed it too and how you walked in.
He appeared as you closed the door. "Hey. Where were you?"
You turned, a small smile while awkwardly standing, making him narrow his eyes at you. "Hey, Shota~." You clearly wanted something with that tone of yours. "You should sleep, I know you must be tired."
He crossed his arms. "I'm actually wide awake right now."
You pouted, shifting from foot to foot. You were hiding sometbing, that much was clear. He didn't know why you thought you could sneak something past him. Before you could open your mouth, he saw something squirm. And - "meow"
Silence passed between the two of you. You looked frozen in place, his gaze staring at you with a look of surprise and stunned silence. "Was that...."
"No" You said quickly. "It was my ringtone."
"You know the rules. U.A doesn't allow pets into the dormitory, which also includes the teacher's dormitory. If they have this rule for our students, then it applies to us teachers."
You whine. "But Shotaaaa–" more squirming, the mysterious guest wanting to come free. You shifted from foot to foot before cradling the cat and letting it drop to the floor. It chirped and meowed, sniffing the furniture and the area.
He stared at it. He hated to admit it was cute.
You grinned, kneeling down and calling for the cat. It ran to you, sniffing your hand before rubbing its head. "I also thought it might be a good surprise for little Eri, she said she likes animals...." you hummed. The cat purred.
How could he protest when the scene in front of him was heartwarmingly adorable? He sighed, slowly moving closer and squatting down. He held out his hand for the cat, watching it sniff him before nudging its head against him. He couldn't stop the way his lips quirked into a smile. "You're annoyingly persuasive."
From that night, he has the moment of the cat cradled in your arms seared into his head. Sure, the cat was cute, but your smile and caring nature was the focal part.
He didn't believe in love at first night. He didn't believe he would ever find love. Who would ever reciprocate? It was hard to visualize it.
Perhaps it's due to the occasion that you two collaborated often, he didn't mind, it felt nice to be perceived casually. You were always so gentle, you weren't scared of him nor thought different. That's what made him feel comfortable and there was never anything more than that.
You came up to him to give the details of the additions you made, listing them and explaining their purpose. Your gaze drifted down, trying to think. "Is there anything else you'd like me to add? I made sure to prioritize your suggestions, but I added some extra boosters that would enhance your first suggestions."
He stared at you, blinking before responding, his voice rumbling. "No, I think you've done a lot more than I intended. Thank you..."
You hummed, shrugging your shoulders and smiling. "Yeah, of course. I mean, that's what I'm here to do, right?" You chuckled, returning to your post to continue tinkering.
A basic interaction....nothing more. But why did you smile at him like that?....No, he shouldn't confuse your kindness with something more, twisting it will ultimately be the demise of your friendship. Not wanting to severe the connection that you two had, he continued working.
.....were you always this considerate? There was never a time where someone asked about his condition or feelings, especially when he was quiet for a while. He never had someone check up on him. Were you treating him like a basic employee or friend? He couldn't tell.
Basic human consideration and empathy is not going to make him head over heels for you, grappling with trying to get ahold of himself from plummeting into a hole he would never emerge from.
He had to spy to make syre you were like this with the twins, watching how you cooked for them, made them coffee when yoj made yours, refilled certain amenities when you finished it, basic things. Surely it meant nothing that you extended the same courtesy to him.
He was thinking too much. The next morning, he had you examine his interface and body for a checkup. It wasn't easy staying neutral with your hands all over his body, though he tried to keep himself distracted.
"Hmmm....mhm, looks gooood....." you would hum softly and casually. He didn't think he would need to monitor, letting himself daze off while engaging with something else; while keeping his auditory processing in the background so if there was something unnatural, he would hear it.... "...so pretty~"
He paused. It was almost to yourself. Did he hear correctly? You called him 'pretty'? That couldn’t have been right. "What did you say?"
"Hm?" You glanced up. "Oh, I just said you're so pretty. Beautiful even."
He was going to short circuit. It seemed foolish and silly, to make a big deal out of something so small. He could feel the way your hands seem to hesitate after you repeated your words, urging himself to say something so he didn't leave you feeling alone. "Oh, ah thank you. That's kind of you to say...." well that just came out more awkward. Maybe he should've said 'I know'.
No, that's too cocky, something Tony Stark would say.
He struggled to find an appropriate reply. His only option of blurting out, "You're beautiful too."
Brief silence. You couldn’t refrain the smile on your lips as you chuckled, your hands rubbing his interface and armor plating before putting them back together. "You're sweet. Thank you. I didn't mean to say it and expect sonething in return. I just thought you should know."
"Ah...." He was genuinely stunned. Meanwhile, you internally cursed yourself, feeling the conversation sink deeper into awkwardness, you might as well dig the hole yourself.
"...I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Pulling your hands away, making him snap back to attention and stare at you in shock.
"What? What? No. You didn't. You've made me speechless." He chuckled, leaning back with his head tilted at you. "You know, you're the only one I met that treats me like this."
"Like you're not punishing me for being different."
You stared at him as he stared back. "Just because you're different doesn't mean you don't deserve empathy."
Ultron chuckled, letting out a soft huff. "Yeah...or maybe you just like me." He teased, gauging your reaction. You felt your face flush, his sensors detecting your body heat rising.
He had met you working at a book cafe he often attended towards the end of the night. The establishment closed late and had a nice selection of coffee on their menu. It was a simple chance of Fate, someone who could see him that worked at a book care catered for the horror genre. He never thought he would make a companion...a friend.
He always enjoyed the midnight talks, especially when you were soloing a shift. You would make him a warm cup of coffee as he appeared, a soft smile on your lips.
"Hey." He said, something twisting in his chest.
"Hey." You laughed softly, leaning on the counter. He walked up, shifting as he took a seat. "Thinking of grabbing another book to read?"
He thought for a moment, before he smiled softly, taking the cup of coffee and sipping. You always made the best drinks. "No, not today." You studied him, a look of slight confusion before standing in front of him across the counter as he drank.
You hummed as you cleaned up. "Alright then...I guess another one of our discussions." He watched you move, how quickly your hands moved, how effortless you made things seem. It was certainly a skill.
"Here, let me help." His voice came out as a purr, unsure of why or what prompted him to say that.
"Mmm nah, it's alright. It's my job."
He huffed, taking another sip before setting the cup down. The place was peaceful now. His eyes following your movements, it almost felt...intimate. Another squeeze.
He finished the coffee. He watched you take the empty cup without another beat, washing and rinsing it. He hated that he couldn't take a picture of it, but there was many more latte art to come, he hoped.
"Would you....like to..." he could barely get the words out, internally cursing himself. "...do something with me after your shift?"
You glanced back at him, lips parted slightly at the sudden invitation. You brushed your hair back, a small smile. "Yes, I'd love to!"
After closing up, you grab your little bag and walk up to his side. He felt his chest pounding as he offered his hand to you, waiting with anticipation as you took it.
What was he doing? He was too old for you. Without another beat, he guided you around. Conversing with you, making sure you stuck to him because he knew the area could be dangerous. He had no power against other people.
He took you to a park, a solitary place but well-lit with lampposts and a fountain. He suddenly felt cliche and awkward. "I...uh...." when did he become so inarticulate? "I like to come here to read." Wow, amazing, you have her swooning.
You chuckled, smiling. "I like it. I bet you have the best reads here."
His lips twitched in a small smile, his gaze softening briefly. "I do." He felt like he could tell you anything. His hands leaving yours, trailing up to your wrist and pulling gently towards him. A bold act. He didn't think this far, and when you were pressed against him, he thought he would explode. "However, I did not share this place for mere simplicity. I wish to know you more. Your hopes....your dreams, your ambitions and what drives you."
The way you were looking at him, gods, what were you doing to his heart? "Is this your way of confessing to me?" You asked, a slight smug smirk.
"N-no." The old him would have said, 'don't flatter yourself', now he was losing his smart quips. No, it was still there, he could never lose that but he was noticing how different he got with you.
You smirked, your hands moving to gently pull him towards the fountain. "Well that's a shame....I wouldn't have minded." You gently spun him around, lightly dancing as he followed your movements of the gentle sway.
You wouldn't have minded? "Don't say things like that." He whispered, pulling you close, his hands on your hips. "I shouldn't have someone like you." He sighed.
You pursed your lips, brows furrowed slightly as your hands dared to touch him. "There's no such thing. If it works, it works. If it doesn't, then perhaps it wasn't right. Are you afraid it won't work, or that it will?"
"Mm, I'm not afraid of anything." He huffed, his eyes studying you. But clearly, you could see there was a sense of vulnerability.
"I knew you'd say that." You said smugly. "Of course you aren't." You said softly, a whisper as your gaze lingered on his chest of his opened robes.
"Like what you see?" A smug smile on his lips as you watched you visibly become more flustered.
Of course he would fall for you, you weren't afraid of him, you were outspoken and kind, and empathetic towards him. He stood no chance.
"You sure are something." He chuckled. "I don't think I've come across someone like you. And that's a damn shame, we need more people like you...."
Your face felt hot at his words and voice, he was clearly enticing. "If you keep talking I think I'll implode." You huffed.
"We wouldn't want that happening now, do we?" He chuckled softly, his chest rumbling and you felt it from your hands. You pulled away slightly but he kept you there. "Where do you think you're running off to?" He purred.
The two of you sat close together, shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm as the two of you talked, pouring your heart into words for him.
He was walking alongside young Jamie, enjoying the winter scene and children laughing in the snow. Jamie was rambling on about school and his friends, when a group of bigger teenagers bumped into him with a sneer.
"Yo is he talking to himself? Weirdo." They scoffed, walking away. Jack gripped his staff tightly, his hand on Jamie comfortingly. He didn't need to confront them. You did.
"Hey, leave him alone." You passed by, bumping into them on purpose with your shoulder. "Go study for your test or do your homework instead of acting like delinquents." They ran off, cursing at you under their breath.
But Jack was too busy gawking at you. Wow, you came in like an absolute dream, confident, hot, eloquent and put together.
"Are you okay?" You turned to Jamie, a small smile.
"Yeah, thank you!" Jamie smiled.
"Wow~" Jack breathed, making Jamie chuckle. Your gaze flickered up to Jack, a small smile.
Both Jamie and Jack gawked at you.
You tilted your head. "Am I not allowed to?"
"N-no no, it's amazing!" Jamie grinned, slightly vibrating with excitement. "Are you single?"
Jack's mouth snapped shut, glancing down at this little kid with a stunned look. You laughed softly.
"I am. But I don't know if I'm his type."
Jack sputtered, trying to keep himself composed but failing miserably. Your gaze lingered on him, before stidying his outfit and attire. Oh crap....
"Are you cosplaying?" You asked, tilting your head.
Jack glanced at Jamie with a puzzled look, making the young boy butt in. "...oh! Yeah, he's cosplaying...a-as Jack Frost."
Internally, he facepalmed.
"Oh, Jack Frost, that's cool." You grinned. "Like the ice guy? Or Jokul Frosti from the Norse myths?"
Jamie seemed to get more excited, seemingly finding another kindred spirit. "Yeah!"
You glanced up at him. "Is he your little brother? You two look related."
They're both panicking. "O-oh no he's just...uh–"
"Aha, I s-sort of wish, no, I'm just his–"
Well this was turning out to be a mess. Your smile was turning into a grin and he didn't know why, figured it was funny to see him so awkward.
"You guys are a riot." You hold your hand out, giving an introduction to yourself. Jamie shakes your hand. And then you hold your hand out for Jack.
"I'm...." Jack shakes your hand while trying to find a way to introduce himself. "–Mack."
Jamie's hand slapped his head.
"He's just joking!" Jamie interrupted. "His name is Jack, which is why I said he should dress up as 'Jack Frost'."
Jack silently thanked the kid, his nervous smile widening into a grin. He ran a finger through his hair, a light chuckle. "That's right. Sorry for saying otherwise, you had my tongue in a twister."
You let out a small laugh, cheeks flushed at his attempt of flirting. "You're cute."
That's where you lost him. He felt his soul ascend at your words, not sure why he felt this way.
You waved, slowly walking away as Jamie shot Jack a glare. "Get her number!"
"I don't have a phone." Jack hissed.
"Get it either way, that's what they do in the movies."
Jack sighed, ruffling the kid's hair playfully. "Alright, let's get you back home. You have homework."
A/N: you can tell I had absolutely NO IDEA what to do for Ultron </3 maybe I'll rewrite this too
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