patrick stump/frank iero | 2.8k words | rated T | complete
warped tour 2005, getting to know each other
“You’re trying to kill time, right?” Frank says. “Then c’mon, hang out with me.”
Patrick, seeing no polite way out, says, “Well, okay,” and resigns himself to an afternoon with Frank Iero.
wrote this for my FOB server's event! very niche ship i know, but i hope someone enjoys it <3
Howdy! This fic was spawned from the same basic idea as my blanket fort fic, but it turned out a bit different than I expected. It’s sort of short, which suits it, and it’s a slightly angsty domestic thing (what else would happen with FrankenWolf?) So read on and enjoy!
Ruby slammed the car door shut behind her and sprinted to the porch of the small house she and Victor had recently moved into. It was pouring buckets; it had been most of the day, and her clothes were still damp from running to her car from the diner fifteen minutes ago. Her hair was sticking to her face, which was annoying, and her new red shirt was bleeding color all over her favorite pair of jeans.
She didn’t really like the rain.
As she dug through her purse looking for her keys (Victor often locked the door while he was home alone, as he became too distracted by his experiments to keep an eye out for thieves—which there were a surprising number of in Storybrooke, Ruby had noticed), Ruby heard a loud crack of thunder in the distance.
Victor really didn’t like storms. Ruby sped up her search and unlocked the door, kicking it shut behind her. She pulled off her boots as she headed down the hall towards the stairs. “Victor? Honey, you home?”
There was no response from within the house, but she saw the dry-cleaning bag he was supposed to have picked up that afternoon hung over the back of a chair in the living room, so she knew he had to be there.
Ruby jogged up the stairs, her footsteps all but soundless in her comfiest, thick grey socks. She took a right at the top of the stairs and there was the master bedroom; the guest room was on the left.
Sure enough, Victor was curled up on the wide bed, a pile of different soft blankets covering all of him except his head. His head was resting on Ruby’s brown collie-shaped pillow.
Ruby went and sat cross-legged at the head of the bed. “Hey,” she said softly, offering him her hand. “You want to talk about it?”
He didn’t need to. Ruby already knew from past experiences that storms reminded Victor of the night his brother was brought back to life—the night their father died, and the night Victor realized that his miraculous cure for death hadn’t worked the way he expected it to. It was, Victor had made it clear, the worst night of his life.
Victor shook his head. He laced his fingers together with Ruby’s. “Just stay here until the storm passes,” he whispered.
Ruby nodded. That she could do. She scooted over and pulled Victor’s head into her lap, draping her arm across his shoulders. The collie pillow she pushed into his arms for him to hug—he was a good emotional support dog, considering he wasn’t a real animal.
She closed her eyes and leaned back against the headboard. Although the thunder outside hadn’t grown any quieter, Victor’s panicked breathing had settled some.
There was nothing she loved more (aside from Victor himself) than knowing that she was able to help. To calm him. To make him feel less alone and afraid.
Ruby hated storms on Victor’s behalf, and the way they made him feel was like a little stab in her own heart, but she loved that she was his anchor.
Summary: At the end of it all, the sky was always bluest after a storm.
.....
Or where Izuku is afraid of storms and Katsuki isn't.
Pairing: Bakudeku
Rating: T (just for language mostly)
Author’s Note: So, I recently went through the first hurricane of my life. Our good old Cat 2 Hurricane Sally. I'm wasn’t too far from where the eye hit, and we got a fair bit of damage done to us, but nothing too severe. It was really interesting. I don't normally get anxious during storm (I actually really love them, they make me feel alive), but there was a moment when I was anxiously staring out the window and just had the thought, "This would be a lot nicer if I had someone's hand to hold." That feeling is what spurned the birth of this fic.
I hope you guys like it even though it's just a piddly little one-shot. If not, I'll enjoy it enough for all of us.
Katsuki jumped as thunder rolled over the dorms. Immediately following, something slammed into the side, rattling the entire building. The first thought that sprang to mind was that someone wandering around outside had gotten thrown into their dorm, which he dismissed as ridiculous.
Snarling, he stalked to the balcony door, but simply glared at it. He couldn't see through the glass at the moment anyway.
The sky had been dark and threatening to crack apart for days before the wind finally kicked up. It had been more than a decade since Musutafu had gotten hit with a typhoon, not such a strong one at least. The city wasn't really prepared even though they had seen it brewing on the horizon. The city got hit regularly from May to October by tropical depressions and storms, but a Category 2 typhoon? Not so much. Most of their parents hadn't been through such a strong storm before.
Massive flooding and minor building damage had been predicted with possible power and water outages.
That Monday, they'd returned from lunch and immediately been dismissed back to the dorms with a blunt, “If there's something you can't live without for the next three days, get it now. You won't be able to go anywhere by tonight.” Then Aizawa left to go help the other teachers prepare the rest of the buildings and faculty living quarters.
No matter their differences, when class 3-A needed to come together, they did. All together, they fortified the dorm windows and doors with steel plates Yaoyorozu made. Those with more strength based quirks or with strength applications (Katsuki, Izuku, Kirishima, Sato, Shouji, and Tokoyami with Dark Shadow) heaved around the plates in teams of two. Uraraka and Sero worked together to lift the plates to the upper story windows and leverage them in place. Mineta made himself useful by plugging up any possible holes around the plates and helping them stick better. The others with bodies and quirks less suited to manual labor booked it to the store to stock up on water, candles, snacks and food that didn't have to be cooked or only needed hot water. When they returned, everyone created a line to stack sand bags around the first floor just in case they were unlucky enough to get flooded.
By the time they were done, the rain had begun to fall and wind ripped harshly at their clothing. Dorm 3-A had been transformed into a literal fortress. Nothing would be able to knock it down.
Except maybe a Cat 2 typhoon.
Again, something slammed into the dorms, right into the steel plate over his balcony door. Storms didn't make Katsuki nervous normally, but anxiety pooled in his stomach from the simple fact that he couldn't see what was going on outside. And if he was anxious, he knew there was a specific nerd probably pissing himself at the moment.
Huffing, Katsuki stalked to his door. Izuku had never liked storms as a kid, and still didn't like them now. He had walked in on Izuku with a blanket over his head, sobbing as he tried to lose himself in hero videos more times than he cared to remember. And those had been with minor storms. Something like this...
Another crash jolted him into action.
Ripping opening his bedroom door, he stalked through the halls. He wasn't sleeping anyway. He'd originally retired to his room because the rest of the class had insisted on having a storm party in the common room and they were bound to be loud as fuck. He'd been tired, but there was no reason to avoid them when he wouldn't be able to sleep with a stomach full of snakes. Or with the now blooming worry over how Izuku was handling it.
When he got to the common room, he had to take a moment to survey the absolute disaster scene that the space had become. Blankets were strung up from wall to wall, creating forts over the couches and tables. The center of the common room had become a tent city in just a few hours. Candles sat on every available surface, some already lit in anticipation of the power going out, some waiting patiently for their time to burn. Bowls of popcorn and cans of soda littered the area. Multiple rounds of Rummy, Poker and simpler card games were going on all at once. The television fizzed static, a beacon over them all.
Crouching beside Kirishima with a scowl, he cut his eyes over his classmates looking for green curls. There were none. There wasn't even a lump of blankets large enough to plausibly be the nerd.
“Where's Deku?” he growled, and Kirishima jerked towards him in surprise.
“Man, I didn't even realize you were there.” He sighed, pressing a hand to his chest. It took him a moment of steadying breaths to register the question. “Oh, Mido? I don't know. Said he was going to study or something. Right, Mina?” He elbowed Mina to get her attention.
The most annoying game of telephone ensued until, from across the fort, Ochako called, “He said he wasn't feeling well so he went upstairs to rest.”
“Idiot,” Katsuki scoffed and stood again. No one called after him as he walked back towards the stairs -no fucking way he was getting stuck in the elevators if the power went out-.
Izuku had no right to call Katsuki stubborn when his prideful ass couldn't even admit that he was scared to his friends. Not that Katsuki had any room to talk, but Izuku liked to pretend they weren't similar just as much as Katsuki did.
As soon as he stopped in front of Izuku's door, the lights flickered. A quiet whimper sounded in the room, and Katsuki huffed a sigh.
He and Izuku were what some would call friends now. Friends of a sort. Friends that sometimes did intimate things that 'just friends' weren't supposed to do. They still struggled every day with what had been happening between them for years. And they weren't the kind of friends who did the whole touchy feely comfort thing. Their form of comfort was argument, struggle, beating each other to a pulp. Still, Katsuki always found himself at Izuku's door when he knew the nerd was having a hard time, and vice versa. The only difference this time was that he couldn't just drag Izuku to the training fields for a sparring session.
Katsuki knocked lightly on the door so he wouldn't startle Izuku, but he heard a squeak anyway. “Deku, open the door.”
There was a scuffle from inside the room, and slowly, the door cracked for Izuku to peak out at him. Green eyes stared back, bloodshot and red rimmed. Nose just a cherry on his face. “Kacchan?”
“Let me in the room, nerd. You're just going to leave me out here?”
“N-no,” Izuku stammered before stepping back and opening the door enough for Katsuki to slip in. Rubbing at his arms through a hoodie that suspiciously looked like the one Katsuki thought he'd misplaced several weeks ago, he asked, “Do you need something?” He wouldn't lift his head, avoiding Katsuki's eyes as he shuffled back to his nest of a bed. The remnants of a cocoon was crumpled in the middle.
“No.” Katsuki leaned against Izuku's desk, watching as he clambered back onto his bed. “Came to check on you since you weren't downstairs.”
“I'm fine.” Mumbled absolutely unconvincingly under his breath.
“Sure you are, nerd. You're always peachy during a storm.” Overhead, the lights flickered as thunder rolled and the building shook. Off, on, off, on, off, on and off again. This time, they stayed off. A stifled whimper floated across the room towards Katsuki, only making his already clenching stomach clench harder. Rolling his eyes, he pushed away from the desk. “You're such a dirty liar, Deku.”
“Leave me alone, Kacchan,” Izuku sniffled.
Katsuki didn't move, but still said, “Fine. I'll just leave then.”
Thunder rolled. Wind howled. Something crashed against the steel plates outside on Deku's balcony, and then stayed to do it over and over again.
“Wait!” Deku shouted into the blackness around them. “I'm sorry. Don't leave. Please.”
Stepping to the bed, Katsuki sank a knee into the edge and grabbed the hand he could feel outstretched towards him. “I was only joking, dumbass, I'm not actually going anywhere. Chill.”
“How am I supposed to 'chill' when we could die tonight?” Izuku's breath was a rapid staccato of pants, fingers forming fists in the front of Katsuki's shirt. “Did you know that a typhoon is essentially just another name for a hurricane? They all do the same thing and are made the same way, but just develop in a different part of the world. They can dump more than twenty inches of rain. Storm serge can rise up to six feet. Not to mention the wind strength just for a Category 1. A Cat 2 can be upwards of-”
Katsuki gently placed his palm over Izuku's mouth, silencing him. He could see Izuku now, his eyes having adjusted to darkness. He could see the wideness of his eyes, whites more visible than usual and tears spilling over his lashes. An animal terrified. “Izuku,” he said sternly, but soft around the edges, “You're freaking out. You're going to pass out if you don't get your breathing under control. We're going to be fine. The dorms are made of pure concrete with a solid structure, and the typhoon isn't strong enough to even rip the roof off. Do you understand? This is just your fear talking. Are you going to let your fear control you?”
Prying Katsuki's fingers from his mouth, Izuku whispered, “Fear is a good thing. It keeps you alive.”
“Not right now. Fear is good in a battle. On the job as a hero. Right now, it's just driving you up a fucking wall.”
Katsuki equally was and wasn't expecting when Izuku pressed their mouths together. Izuku was breathless before the kiss, and he was only more breathless during the kiss as he tried to suck away Katsuki's breath instead. Their tongues moved slowly against each other, scorching hot and slick.
When Izuku pulled away again, he was still panting, but slower this time.
“What was that for?” Katsuki asked softly, carding his fingers through Izuku's messy curls with one hand and cupping the side of his neck with another. He'd been pulled further onto the bed while they kissed, and Izuku had found a home in his lap. He kissed several stray tears from Izuku's cheeks.
This was the intimate stuff Katsuki was talking about. The kisses. The softness of voices. Hands in hair and hands on skin. Falling into each other over and over again because they didn't know any better. Or maybe they did know better, and just didn't care to heed the warning.
“I needed to stop thinking.” Izuku's eyes were closed, his breathing slowing to something more normal. With legs on either side of Katsuki's waist, he cupped the hand on his neck with his own and leaned his forehead against Katsuki's collarbone. “And the only thing that makes me stop thinking better than fighting you is kissing you.”
“So you're just using me then, nerd?”
Izuku hummed a non-reply, leaning into Katsuki's warm hand.
“Well, that's fine.” Pressing his mouth into the top of Izuku's head, he whispered, “You can use me all you want, as much as you want. Anytime. Any place.”
“Pinky promise?”
“We're not five anymore. I'm not making a shitty pinky promise with you.”
Izuku laughed, and turned his lips back up for another kiss.
They fell into each other just like they always did, letting that all encompassing fire consume them from the inside out. Their classmates didn't understand them which was fine because they didn't understand themselves most of the time. They were the rise and fall of a stormy sea. The hungry flames of a forest fire. The raging winds and cutting rain of a typhoon.
But what people always forgot -and sometimes they forgot too- was that seas always calmed and rain dried up and wind slowed and fires ran out of kindling.
At the end of it all, the sky was always bluest after a storm.
…..
Katsuki hadn't expected them to fall asleep, all tangled up in each other, with the typhoon outside and what he would later come to find out was a piece of the gutter slapping against the steel plate. So, he definitely wasn't expecting to wake up to shuffling footsteps and weak candle light and giggling whispers.
With an arm over his eyes, he couldn't tell how many of his and Izuku's dumbass friends were in the room, but he knew it was too many. Just one of them would have been too many.
“Get the fuck out,” he growled lowly.
“Don't be like that, Kacchan,” Kaminari whispered jovially, “We just wanted to come check on you.”
“Well, you've done that. Now get the fuck out. Don't you have something better to do?”
“No, the storm is still going, power is still out and we got bored of games. You and Izuku weren't back, so we figured this would be a good alternative.” Mina's voice was chipper and far too loud for the bundle sleeping on Katsuki's arm.
He moved his arm just barely out of the way to glare at the assembled group; Kirishima, Mina, Sero, Kaminari, Shinsou, Jirou, Yaoyorozu, Ochako, Iida and lastly Todoroki. Half the fucking class was currently standing in Izuku's room like a bunch of dodos with a death wish.
Suddenly, Katsuki was very aware of his state of undress, and thankful Izuku hadn't hogged all of the sheets like he normally would. “Well, it was a terrible alternative. Find something else to go do before I blast every single one of you out into that storm to get thrown around.”
“Like a roller coaster. Sounds like fun,” Kirishima said, shit-eating grin plastered to his face. When Katsuki groaned, he laughed. Best friend that he was, he turned to herd the others out. “Okay, I think that's enough. Let them sleep or whatever it was they were doing. Who has whiteboard markers? Let's go play tic-tac-toe on the fridge.”
“We will absolutely not-”
Kirishima closed the door, silencing both the bereft groans of their classmates and Iida's reprimand.
Breath fluttered across the side of Katsuki's neck, closer than before, and he startled.
“Thanks for staying with me,” Izuku mumbled into his skin, closing the small distance between them. His eyes were still closed, voice soft with sleep. “You didn't have to. Storms are easier with another person though. I don't think they were meant to be gone through alone. Does that make sense?”
“Absolutely not.” Katsuki was lying, and Izuku knew as he huffed out a laugh.
“Can we go on a hike after this is done? The sky is always bluer after a storm.”
A butterfly fluttered against Katsuki's breastbone, just the lightest brush of wings, at his thoughts in Izuku's mouth. He hummed, an agreement to both the question and statement, and pulled Izuku flush against his body.
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