Angst where something happens to Trini when Rita attacked Ervin her house and Kim finds out OR since Trini wasn't seen much in the final battle beside the megazord something happens to her and Kim is worried
Over a thousand words, oops? Anyway, enjoy!
At first, Kimberly didn’t think anything was wrong. Sure, she understood that after being attacked in your own home by a psychopath like Rita must’ve been traumatic but Trini didn’t seem like she was that shook by it.
After a week, though, the signs came.
First, it was the bags under her eyes. Trini would come to school, exhausted, with bags under her eyes the colour of coal. It was like Trini wasn’t sleeping…at all. It worried Kim but she hoped that Trini would come to her—them, the team—when she was ready.
Except, that didn’t happen. Instead, things got worse.
Suddenly, Trini seemed even more withdrawn than before. Before the Power Rangers formed, people still knew who Trini was. Now, though, nobody could tell you where she was at any given moment. The two weeks they trained, Trini and Kim—Trini and the team—had gotten closer, they’d bonded.
Now? Well, now it was like Trini was a ghost. She spoke to no one more than absolutely necessary, shied away from Kim’s touch, she simply…removed herself from attachments.
That should’ve been enough of a hint as to what was going on but, nonetheless, it got worse. Except this was the point Kim realized, something was definitely wrong. She just didn’t know what.
can you do 6, 7 and 23 for oliver queen? I loved your other one, thank you!!!!
Of course you can :)
#6: “We had a small explosion.”
#7: “I just want to hear your voice.”
#23: “I can’t lose you. I can’t.”
Diggle ran through the construction sight as fast as he could, keeping his gun aimed forward in case any of the perps jumped out in front of him.
He had lost sight of Oliver about two minutes ago, though he was sure he was doing just fine.
It was an ordinary recon mission, a couple low life drug dealers trying to sell to high school students. In fact, it was so simple that Oliver gave the rest of the team the night off.
The only inhabitant of the Arrow Cave was you, taking over Felicity’s job for the night and instructing them where to go.
“Spartan,” you said, “turn left and then left again. You’ll come up to Arrow battling a couple of them.”
He didn’t even bother to say anything back, he just kept on running where you instructed him to.
“Arrow,” you called into his coms, “Spartan is coming up in your right. The leader just took of to the left, follow him Spartan will deal with the others.”
You wanted to wish him good luck or say something funny, however at that exact moment Curtis walked in and walked directly into one of Oliver’s wracks of arrows.
The explosive ones.
Both of you ducked as two of the arrows exploded. It was only a small explosion. But it must have made a huge noise over the coms because the next thing you knew, Oliver and Diggle were shouting in their side.
“Y/N! What happened? Are you okay?” Diggle called.
You quickly explained what happened to him and he only laughed and said that he was heading back to the Arrow Cave now.
However, you had no reply from Oliver. Which worried you because you knew that he could get very worried about very small things when it came to you.
“Ollie?” you called over the coms, “You okay?”
When you did hear a reply, you immediately sent Diggle his exact location and told him to go check on Oliver.
After a few stressed out minutes (with Curtis apologizing for the burn mark now present by the arrow wracks) Diggle’s voice came through the coms again, “Y/N, you mind heading down here? Oliver’s not in the best mind set.”
You didn’t even ask any questions, just agreed and grabbed your coat to take with you.
When you arrived at his location you saw him leaning against the wall of an old warehouse. His hood was down, his mask off, his hair a mess and his eyes bloodshot.
The sad thing was, this wasn’t the first time you had seen him like this.
“Dig,” you called softly to him, “go wait by my car please. We’ll come out in a little while.”
He nodded and walked off. Leaving the two of you alone.
You immediately sat down in front of Oliver, straddling him like you had done so many times before.
“Hey Ollie,” you whispered running your hands through his hair, “what’s going on in that head of yours?”
His only reply was to wrap his arms around you and burry his head in your shoulder.
“I thought something happened to you. I heard a scream and then an explosion and my coms cut out and I couldn’t hear you and I didn’t know what happened to you and I just… I can’t lose you. I can’t.”
“Shh,” you replied, “you won’t. I’m right here. And I’m not going anywhere.”
You knew he had had a panic attack in that random alley way. You knew his legs had given way. You knew memories of his past where haunting him. You knew him better than he knew himself.
But you didn’t say you knew any of that, instead you just say there until you felt his heart rate slowly lower.
“Okay,” you said softly, not wanting to startle him, “you ready to move?”
He shook his head, which was still buried in your shoulder, “I just want to hear your voice.”
“Okay,” you said, “well we had a small explosion thanks to Curtis. Nothing big, he just walked into your explosive arrows. We really need to put those arrows somewhere safe.”
He didn’t reply, but you felt he had stopped shaking which was an improvement.
You didn’t move for a long time, but you would have stayed there as long as you needed to.
Because deep down you knew, you needed him as much as he needed you.
I have no idea where this came from.
But thanks for reading :)
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