#and both of them meeting the school principal at the same time for a cease and desist order (principal organa thought it would save time

[tennessoui]

Idk why, but Obi-Wan definitely gives off boy-mom vibes, while Anakin screams girl-dad, also the new fic was amazing, loved Anakitty so much!!

i feel like this makes sense pretty easily cause obi-wan's padawan was anakin & anakin's padawan was ahsoka but then it's definitely not a one-to-one translation between master/padawanship and parent/child anyway but it's a fair starting block and i can't say i don't love using 'boy-mom' when it comes to obi-wan lmao its the mother father brother mentor of it all

and i suppose anakin is a girl-dad. technically 🤔 though i would not under any circumstances call leia a daddy's girl (in relation to anakin)

[my-ask-academia]

League of villains where everything is the same except AFO did send Shigaraki to school for idk, reasons.

It was Kurogiri that went like 'uh, doesn't he need to go to school or sum?' and AFO was like 'I guess?' so they sent him to an over the top, super exclusive school cuz AFO has a fat ass wallet.

Kurogiri had to sit on countless meetings with the principal because 'Tomura decayed another kid's backpack' 'Oh he decayed the board so the teacher couldn't continue the class'

AFO was amused and often celebrated this behavior.

Kurogiri was not.

Tomura was actually a weird kid, but his classmates respected him (or feared him) and mostly let him be.

He still managed to make a few friends.

After graduating AFO decided to send him to a hero school for, idk reasons.

Not UA, because fuck UA and fuck those bigoted heroes.

But he also refused to send him to some shitty hero school.

So Shiketsu it is.

AFO still made Tomura take the entrance exam for UA. Just for the sake of it.

Days later Tomura received a special letter from both UA and Shiketsu.

With 0 rescue points and a never seen before 197 villain points for UA and 275 for Shiketsu.

AFO was thrilled to realize that Tomura was a record breaker, so he started to think. Sending his possible successor to UA? The beacon of hope for future heroes, the pedestal in which hero society was built? The alma máter of his enemies? Fuck Yeah that was a huge fuck you to hero-centric society.

He could feel the faith people had in that school crumbling.

So fuck it, he could be a little plus ultra.

Tomura's first day in UA was weird, people kept approaching him?

They liked his quirk? They said he was strong? That he was cool?

The old school nurse gave him a cream for his sickness and the scratching ceased for a while.

He still was mad that he couldn't take Father to school, but he panicked less and less without him.

Tomura did good on his classes, for the most part.

He still decayed shit just to fuck with people. And sometimes to entertain his classmates

What Sensei didn't know couldn't hurt him.

He was okay with most classes except the heroic theory one.

Tomura asked the teacher once, what happened if a hero couldn't save everyone? What happened with the people left behind?

'It doesn't matter' the teacher had said, 'if a hero saves 10 people and 1 is left behind, there is nothing anyone can do. You can't save everyone'

He was so mad he decayed his book by accident.

'I could save everyone' he had thought, but quickly pushed that heroic bullshit out of his mind.

Kurogiri got called by the school because some documents didn't match, there wasn't a Shigaraki Tomura in the records, it was like he didn't exist.

So AFO had to come up with something.

And that's how the three of them ended up on the principal's office with a very 'legal' adoption paper.

All for one could have done absolutely anything else, he had countless money and power and quirks and yet, he chose to be a dramatic hoe.

'I am a very busy man and I cannot believe this school is making me waste my time, and on top of that you all have been wasting MY HUSBAND'S time every time my boy decays something?'

Shigaraki was honest to God crying when AFO tried to take Kurogiri's hand and ended up with half of his body into the misty fog.

They never got called again, not even when Tomura decayed a wall because the teacher didn't give him permission to go to the bathroom.

Part 2 here!

[probably-writing-x]

Early greetings, late nights.

Andér x Reader (Gender not specified)

Request from @isthatmaryanna : hi!! could you write a imagine with ander? where he’s not gay and fall in love with the reader at a party and the finds out she’s the new girl from las encinas and then their first kiss

Gif is not my own (But this gif is literally my favourite thing - I’ve rewatched it so much😂😭)

Requests are open❤️

“Okay but I’m not saying I’ll hate it,” You defend, “But I definitely won’t fit in.”

Omar laughs from beside you, “Definitely not, please don’t become one of them.”

“Do you think it will be that bad?” You ask as you hand him another one of the glasses to set up for the night at the club.

“It will be worse, (Y/n),” He grins, “You’ll forget all about me!”

“How could I ever?” You gasp, handing him the final glass before tossing the kitchen towel over your shoulder, “You’re already ditching me for this shift so you owe me one. When I need saving at school, you need to be there.”

He grins and steps through the opening of the bar, “Of course, I’ll be your knight in dodgy-shiny armor.”

- - - - - -

It’s a busy night at the club and you find yourself counting down the minutes until Omar would return for his late shift so you could escape for the night. It felt like you were serving carbon copies of every single person - the same drinks, the same smug looks as they assumed you’d never be able to pay for it.

“What can I get you?” You ask the same question as you clean off another of the taps and toss the towel over your shoulder.

When you look up, the eyes looking back arent like the rest. They’re piercing and lit up by a light smile as you look back. He looks about your age, dressed in an open shirt and white tee - a simple, understated look. But the curls on his head give him a boyish, friendly characteristic.

You swallow the lump in your throat, “What would you like to drink?”

He smirks gently, “I’ll take a scotch please... Omar?”

You glance down at your uniform and chuckle, “Not my uniform, but nice try!”

You go about grabbing the bottle and glass to make his drink, trying your best to not notice how his eyes followed you for the entire time. He seemed interesting. Like he had a personality beyond the money his parents bank account held.

“Shall I put it on the tab?” You offer, going to tap the screen to put his drink through.

“I’ll be back for another soon enough,” He raises the drink to you and turns away, only glancing back once as he takes a second take in your direction.

You try to stop yourself from getting too flustered as you serve the next customer, and the next.

- - - - - -

“Alright (Y/n)!” Omar calls as he comes behind the bar, “You’re done for the night, go home and feel bad for me.”

“So it’s (Y/n).”

You go to reply to Omar but stop instantly when you hear the words. The boy from earlier was stood at the bar, evidently expecting a second attempt at learning a little more about you. And Omar handing that attempt to him with ease.

“Maybe you won’t be going straight home,” Omar wiggles his prominent brows, “Give me my name tag and get out of here.”

You laugh and unclip it, untying your apron and handing that to him too, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Omar.”

The boy walks the length of the bar until he pushes through enough to meet you where you’d be exiting for the end of your shift.

“What do you say to having my second drink with me?” He suggests, leaning close to ask you the question.

You glance at him once more and smile a little, “I say I’ll have whatever you’re having, I’ll be back down in five.”

Hurriedly, you push through the staff door and grab your things to at least make yourself a little more presentable. You comb your hair through and try to perfect your appearance just slightly - though there was only so much it could improve by whilst you were still wearing this uniform.

When you get back downstairs, the boy is leaning against a nearby wall with two glasses of scotch in his hands. He pushes off and grins a little when he sees you.

“I thought you might have found a back exit and left me alone,” He comments, handing over one glass to you.

“I tried, it was locked,” You joke, having to yell over the music blaring through the room.

He gestures over for the two of you to go to one of the emptier corners of the club and settles a hand on your back with such ease as he leads to over.

“You seemed so set on knowing my name, you never told me yours,” You point out, taking a sip of the drink and wincing at the taste.

“Ander Muñoz,” He responds, dipping his head to speak to you.

Muñoz. That name sounded oddly familiar.

“You enjoy working here?”

“Serving a bunch of snooty rich people that just complain about us not having the right champagne or not making their drinks fast enough? It’s a dream!”

He laughs and it makes his eyes crinkle and dimples appear on his cheeks, “Is it really that bad?”

“They pay me so I can’t complain,” You shrug, “And I have Omar.”

“So am I one of them?” He raises his brows, “The snooty rich people?”

You laugh a little and shake your head, “You tell me Ander Muñoz.”

Before he can say anything more, somebody knocks into the back of him and causes him to stumble into you, tipping his drink onto both of you a little.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He suggests, setting down the empty glass onto a table.

“Yeah, definitely,” You nod, swigging back the rest of the drink with a hiss and setting your glass next to his.

- - - - - -

It’s another three quarters of an hour later when you find yourself still strolling around the empty streets with him. You’d talked about anything and nothing and were yet to get to a point where the conversation ceased.

“Okay, where in this town do you go to then?” He asks you, having grown jokingly tired of you mocking his ‘rich boy’ lifestyle.

You laugh a little, “You want to see how the other half live?”

“Please, do tell, (Y/n),” He smirks, looking at you expectantly.

You reach out a hand for him to lace with his own and tug him out of the path you’d been following, “Down this way.”

Your hands stay locked the whole way as you eventually reach the docks and you lead him up the steps to the top of the bridge.

“Isn’t this just where people do drug deals?” He laughs, stumbling behind to catch up with you and hold your hand a little firmer.

“Well, yeah,” You admit, “But at night, you get the best view of the stars.”

You let go of his hand and push yourself up onto the edge, shifting your weight until you sit on the edge with your legs dangling over.

“Woah, woah, careful!” He holds out his hands like he’d have any hope of catching you.

“Don’t worry,” You laugh, turning and laying down on the hard surface so you could look up to the sky above.

“Isn’t there a much safer way of seeing the fucking stars?” He mutters to himself as he mirrors your actions opposite you.

“Nobody ever did anything good by being safe,” You roll your eyes, glancing up to watch as he cautiously lowers himself to lay against the rock.

You two stay in silence for a while as you watch the stars stationary in their movement, until one comes shooting across as if by fate.

“I think that’s a good sign,” He comments quietly, voice a little raspy from the lack of conversation.

“So, Mr Muñoz, was this up to scratch for showing you what I do for fun around here?” You raise yourself to sit on the stone and swing your legs back over.

He hops down and dusts off his jeans, “Id say you need to find yourself some friends and get yourself to some parties.”

You laugh and can’t help your heart from bubbling as his hand finds yours again.

“I should probably get home, I have a big day tomorrow,” You comment, walking slowly back down the steps from the bridge with him.

“What’s happening tomorrow?”

“Let’s not talk about that,” You shake your head with a half-laugh.

“Then I should get you home as soon as possible,” With that, he dips down in front of you and hoists you onto his back until he has a firm grip on your thighs, “Your carriage has arrived.”

He somehow manages to carry you the whole way home, complaining whenever you made him laugh as you found yourself in hysterics - blaming it solely on the fatigue and that scotch in your empty stomach.

“Well, I’ve had a very good night, Ander,” You smile as he sets you back down, “You’ve slightly restored my faith in the other half of society.”

“Slightly?” He cocks a brow.

“There’s always room for improvement,” You smirk, leaning in to kiss his cheek, “Goodnight Ander.”

He stops you there until you’re close enough that your nose knocks against his. And he musters every piece of courage he had left in him to kiss you for the first time - soft and very much aware that you could easily pull away. When you don’t, his courage dials way back up and he cups your face in his hands with ease, like they were always meant to be there. It’s longing and you regret not starting this earlier in the evening.

“Goodnight, Ander,” You repeat as you pull away, slightly more breathless now.

“Can I get your number at least?” He asks as you go to walk towards your apartment block.

“Something tells me I’ll see you very soon anyway,” You confirm, heading inside before any other part of you could convince you otherwise.

- - - - - -

You’re shown around school by one of the admin staff who explains to you what to expect from your new student role at Las Encinas. You’d already noticed a few people that you’d served at the bar multiple times and tried to avoid too many peoples prying eyes on the new kid as you reach your new class.

“Class, we have a new student joining us today,” The teacher stands up as you go to walk in, “I’m sure you’ll all be very welcoming to (Y/n).”

There’s only one student that you’re focused on as the name is spoken. Sat in the back on the far side of the class is none other than Ander. That’s where you’d known the name from - his Mum was the fucking principal! He glances in your direction and quickly turns away, unable to stop the smile from crawling onto his face as he shifts a little in his chair.

“There’s a seat beside Ander if that’s okay,” The teacher mentions, gesturing over to the boy you were meant to not know yet.

You nod and take the adjacent seat to him, setting your book onto the table.

“So, last night was fun,” He smirks, handing you a pen, “Maybe now would be a good time for me to get that number.”

You roll your eyes, “When I said soon, I didn’t think I’d be seeing you the next morning.”

Nevertheless, you scribble down your number onto some paper and hand it back to him.

“Definitely seems like we’ll be seeing more of each other now, (y/n).”

And it suddenly becomes impossible to complain about his slightly cocky demeanour.

“I guess we will, Mr Muñoz.”

[shoutosun]

Glue Sticks & Super-Moves

Chapter 2: Tea Time and Muffins

Pairing: Kirishima/Midoriya

WC: 2175

Genre: Fluff, Slow Burn, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Pro-Hero Kirishima Eijirou, Post-Canon

How kindergarten-teacher Midoriya Izuku and pro-hero Kirishima Eijirou fall in love.

Originally posted on AO3

It always felt a little strange coming back to UA.

None of it felt smaller; the halls were still grand, and the doors still loomed over his frame, but it certainly felt odd, walking the halls as an adult.

Izuku had visited UA many times before, though he mostly kept to the teacher’s dorms. He usually came to see Hitoshi or Eri, and by extension, Shouta and Hizashi.

The only other person he ever visited was Principal Nedzu.

“Ah, Izuku! Welcome!” Nedzu said, flashing him a bright smile. “It is always a pleasure to meet with my former students, and this is no exception! It has been far too long since we last had the chance to chat!”

Izuku gave his former principal a polite bow. “Good to see you again, Nedzu. Sorry I couldn’t come by sooner.”

He walked into the office, taking it all in. Not much had changed in the last three years—the walls were still white, there was a plant in the back corner, and a large bookshelf to his left—though a few more pictures were on the wall than he last remembered. One was of All Might and Lemillion two years ago, both of them beaming for the camera. Izuku tried not to let his eyes linger for too long.

(While he was more than happy with his chosen career path, occasionally, the heartbreak he felt on the rooftop all those years ago would flit through him. His heart would clench uncomfortably in his chest, the pain only soothed by the memories of glitter, sock puppets, and laughter.)

“Would you like some tea?”

Izuku tore his gaze from the photo and sat in the chair across from the principal’s desk.

“Yes, please,” He said, taking the offered cup. It was his favorite kind.

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, relishing in the sweet warmth of their tea. While he sipped his drink, Izuku spotted a miniature snowglobe on the desk. It was one he was very familiar with, having bought it for Nedzu on his first (and only) trip to see his dad in the United States. He had spent almost an hour debating the pros and cons of various souvenirs before his mother finally forced him to settle on the small trinket. Seeing it displayed so proudly brought a soft smile to his face.

Izuku took one more sip of his tea before placing it down and asking, “So, Principal, what would you like to discuss with me? I assume you’d like a copy of my lesson plans for Eri’s internship?” He pulled out a few folders from his bag.

“That would be wonderful,” Nedzu said. “I do appreciate how you are always so prepared!” He took the folders from Izuku and started to flip through them, occasionally taking a drink. “Have you considered whether you will be taking Eri for a work-study? I understand it’s a bit early, but I thought you might have some thoughts,” He said, not looking away from the notes.

Izuku hummed in thought. He had considered it, but he wasn’t sure if it was the best move. Eri hadn’t yet decided what branch of education she wanted to go into, so it might be best for her to be a bit more well-rounded. He could always advise her on his personal time.

He said as much to Nedzu, who nodded in understanding.

“I see,” Nedzu said, placing his teacup down and looking at Izuku. “I quite enjoyed my time teaching you in your high school years; do you think Eri might benefit from something like that? I am aware that she does not possess the same… analytical mindset that you do, but perhaps a shift in perspective would be good for her?”

“Hmm, I’m not so sure.” Izuku looked out the window behind Nedzu. “You and I both know that Eri adores you, sir, but I think it might be better for her to get more experience outside of UA.”

“Oh?”

Izuku nods, continuing, “I'm sure you know this already, but Eri had a very... well, a very sheltered childhood. After she was rescued from the Shie Hassaikai, she had to reintegrate into society slowly. Even now, she sometimes struggles with reaching out to her peers.” He sighs. “She does just fine at home; she loves her family to bits—including most of Class 1-A, as well as Togata. But if we want Eri to continue progressing, then we should help her out of her comfort zone—which has undoubtedly become the halls of UA.”

Nedzu temples his paws. “Very astute, Izuku!” He makes a note before continuing, “Glad to see we are on the same page. You never cease to impress me with your observations!”

“Thank you, sir!” Izuku chuckled.

Nedzu pulled a board out from his desk. “Well then, with business out of the way, how about a game of chess?”

“Only if you’re prepared to lose!”

Nedzu flashed him a feral grin. “Oh, we’ll see about that.”

“Okay, Eri, that’s the last of the basic classroom procedures,” Izuku said, clasping his hands in front of him. “Any questions?”

Eri shook her head. “Nope! I wrote it all down in my notebook; I’ll be just fine, Uncle Deku!”

“It’s Midoriya-sensei when we’re at school,” Izuku said, raising an eyebrow at the girl, “but I’m glad you’ve got it all down.”

Today was the beginning of Eri’s internship with him, and Izuku felt great. Eri was super enthusiastic about everything—even the most tedious and nitpicky policies—which made his life a whole lot easier. He was worried that she might be a bit bored at first, but she powered through, and now they got to focus on the fun part.

“All right, Eri, the kids should start arriving in a bit, so why don't you help me finish setting up the classroom, and then you can wait outside the door to greet the kids?” Izuku grabbed a few worksheets and handed them to Eri, nodding towards the tables. “Hara-sensei should be here in a few minutes as well. She texted me to say she was running behind.” Izuku stifled a laugh and dramatically whispered, “Don’t let her fool you; she’ll probably stroll in holding coffee and a cinnamon roll; it’s just how she is.”

Eri giggled. “ Does she ever bring you any, Uncle—I mean, Midoriya-sensei?”

Izuku rolled his eyes playfully. “Me? Only sometimes. She’s nice though and good at her job, so it’s not a big deal.” He shrugs, diverting his attention to the whiteboard, updating a few things.

Hara-sensei, or as Izuku knew her, Emiko, was a pleasant woman. She got along well with the kids; they loved to goof off with her at recess. (Sometimes, Izuku wondered if she wasn't actually a five-year-old herself.) She had been Izuku’s assistant teacher since he started working at Mimba Private Elementary School, and her help had been invaluable. She was actually only a few months younger than Izuku, but she preferred the assistant position. He had tried to get her to apply for promotion once, only to be met with a firm rejection, and glitter flicked in his face. ("Are you trying to get rid of me?") He hasn't suggested it since.

“I’m going to wait by the door now!” Eri called over her shoulder.

Izuku turned, replying with a quick, “Alrighty!”

Emiko strolled in about two minutes later, holding an iced coffee and—to Izuku’s surprise—three chocolate chip muffins.

“Well, would you look at that! My assistant actually brought me a treat?” Izuku teased.

Emiko laughed, setting her things down on her desk. She had long blue hair tied in two braids and was wearing a long-sleeved yellow button-up under a pair of overalls. (Mimba Elementary was famous for its lax dress code, students and teachers alike.)

“I even brought one for your intern!” Emiko chirped. “I hope she likes chocolate. They ran out of blueberry before I got there.” She picked off a piece of the muffin, popping it in her mouth.

Izuku grabbed one, peeling off the wrapper before taking a big bite. He hummed in delight.

“Are those from Sato’s?” Eri asked, peeking her head in the door.

Emiko grinned proudly, holding one out to the other girl, who raced over to grab it. “You betcha! My cousin works there, so I get a family discount!” She said, shooting a wink at Eri.

“Better eat that quick; the students will be here any minute now!” Izuku poked at Eri’s stuffed cheek.

Eri gobbled up the rest of her muffin in record time before sprinting back to the door.

Emiko turned to Izuku. “Do you want to stand outside with Eri today, or should I? She doesn’t really know me yet, so I wasn’t sure if she’d be more comfortable sticking with you for now.” She finished picking at her muffin, throwing the wrapper in the garbage.

“I’ll stay with her for today, but she can go with you tomorrow. I want to push her out of her comfort zone as much as I can while she’s here.” His lips upturned into a playful smile. “Plus, if you keep buttering her up with food, I’m sure you’ll be besties by the end of the week.” He chuckled, popping another bit of muffin in his mouth.

A teasing grin quickly overtook his assistant's face. “By the way,” Emiko whispered, “have you asked you-know-who out yet?”

Izuku felt his face flush red. “What?!” He squeaked. “Absolutely not! We both know I can’t do that!” He waved his hands in front of his face frantically.

Emiko raised an eyebrow at her co-worker. “Do I know that? Because I can’t come up with a single reason why it would be a bad idea.” She leveled him with an unimpressed stare.

“Um, how about the fact that he’s a literal pro-hero and I’m a kindergarten teacher?” Izuku suggested, bewildered at his assistant’s lack of understanding. “He’s way out of my league! There’s no way he would be interested in me!”

“I just don’t see the harm in asking!” Emiko exclaimed. “You never know until you try, Izuku! If he turns you down, then so what? You move on with your life, and nothing bad happens! It’s really not that complicated!” She huffed, crossing her arms.

Izuku sighed, running a hand down his face. “Look, Emiko. I appreciate the sentiment but, we have quite a few mutual friends, actually. So I don’t want to make it weird for anyone if they find out.”

Emiko looked confused. “Wait, you two know each other? I mean, everyone knows Red Riot, obviously, but he knows you too?

“Well, not exactly. I know a handful of his old classmates from UA, and my best friend’s boyfriend is his best friend, or well, one of them anyway. I’ve never actually met Red Riot before, but we have similar social circles. Not that I’ve been, like, avoiding him or anything! I would never do that! And we both see him here at school anyway so—”

“Izuku. Chill,” Emiko laughed.

His mouth clicked shut, blushing again. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, just calm down, okay? I get it might make things a little bit weird if he turns you down, but you honestly don’t have a whole lot to lose in this situation. Plus, his kid isn't even in your class! That makes it like, a million times easier to avoid him if it doesn't go well. So just go for it!” Emiko punched his arm before shaking out her hand. “I always forget you’re more muscular than you look.” She pouted.

Izuku breathed out a small laugh. “Thanks, Emiko. I’ll—I’ll think about it, I guess.”

“That’s all I can really ask of you." She gave him a bright smile. "Now go help Eri! She’s gonna be drowning in kids if you don’t!”

“Alright, alright! I’m going!” He waved Emiko off, walking over to Eri.

Little did Izuku know, his new intern had heard every word of his conversation.

And though she may not be a hero student, she was determined to save Izuku from his rapidly failing love life. And she knew just who to ask for help.

“Midoriya-sensei, is it alright if I text my dad real quick? It’ll be just a second!” She plastered on her sweetest smile, one that always got Uncle Deku to agree to whatever she had planned.

“Sure, but make it fast, okay? I’m gonna need your help getting the kids seated and ready for the day,” He said, quickly turning his attention back to the steady stream of kids arriving.

“Thank you!”

Eri pulled out her phone, scrolling through her contacts until she found who she was looking for. She drafted a text as fast as she could before sending it and stuffing her phone back in her dress pocket.

“All done, Midoriya-sensei!” The girl chimed. “What do you need me to do next?”

In his office, Principal Nedzu received a very intriguing message.

“Why, yes, Eri. I do believe that can be arranged!” Nedzu smiled to himself.

[makiruz]

So I’m trying to close the literally hundreds of tabs I have open, and I bump into Stargate crossovers, notably a Stargate/Avatar crossover. This reminds me Stargate is a goldmine of crossovers because you just have to put a Stargate in your favorite fictional universe and there you go! And SG-1′s Clarke’s 3rd Law approach means that any magical shit fits in their universe.

Now, since I’m still in the RWBY hyperfixation train; I obviously thinking how easy and interesting a RWBY/Stargate is.

First off, they exist; here’s all of them in FF.Net: https://www.fanfiction.net/Stargate-SG-1_and_RWBY_Crossovers/68/10833/

They’re all good. And there’s actually 3 types: the classic approach, SGC types a random address and it’s Remnant; the Trane7 approach (later adopted by TheLongVersion2), Remnant makes their own Stargate program and inevitably bumps into Earth; and the How-not-to-do-something approach, go full AU, I actually dig this fic, I’m still reading it because it’s long, but it’s very interesting, in short the Battle of Beacon happened but Beacon itself didn’t fall and Ozpin didn’t die; and Team JNPR fell into a Stargate and got picked up by SGC and 2 years later Team RWBY finds them, then shit happens.

I actually have a few ideas inspired by this fic; the initial set up is basically the same, Team JNPR gets stranded on the wrong side of a Stargate, get taken by SGC and join them because they want to help stop the Goa’uld, and then 2 years later Team RWBY figures out the Stargate, this time with the address of Remnant; difference is that Ozpin did die and he reincarnated into Oscar. Now this is inspired by this AU: https://xstonehill.tumblr.com/post/183196875183/rosegarden-au-a-different-happy-ending; so Oscar is passing himself as a prodigy and going to Heaven Academy 2 years early, just like Ruby (I suspect Ozpin did the same); and you know continuing the fight against Salem and stuff. Now as presented by hyperfixation-hideout in their 2 long-ass videos the Merge goes both ways and Oscar is a more open, more honest person than Ozpin, so I declare that he ended up telling his team everything (it was an impromptu bonding session), like everything, they’re probably the only people outside of Salem’s group who know she’s immortal, and the first thing Oscar does after reuniting with Ozpin’s group is telling them about Salem’s immortality.

Anyway in Not What You Expected Jaune says that the Grimm are nothing compared to the Goa’uld, but I’m not so sure, Salem has actual magic AND she is unkillable; of course Jaune doesn’t know that. In any case Remnant and Earth form an alliance to collaborate, and fight the Goa’uld and the Grimm (and Salem once people realize she’s a problem).

You know, now I think about it; however Remnant and Earth came in contact doesn’t matter as much as I’d thought. In all cases they form an alliance, scientists back on Earth loose their minds at Aura and Semblances and they will figure out how the hell that works; Faunus are less interesting, but genetic testing will happen to understand how they work and how came to be (”God made you” is not good enough, in our experience Gods are fakers); Dust will be analyzed and potential exchanges are set up. And of course everyone in Remnant will be more than happy to help fight evil parasites taking over the Galaxy (everyone except Ozpin who has other priorities).

Anyway, the story I would probably write is that SCG gets to Remnant’s address; Teal’c notes that the System Lords warn about this planet (one fic says it’s monsters of the dark of the soul, so maybe something like that “Here be Dragons” and shit), but they get to Remnant and they’re attacked by Grimm and rescued by hunters, let’s say Team JNPR to spice things up, and they get taken to Ozpin (questions are asked, why the principal of a school is like world leader); then discussions happen, questions about Aura and Dust and Grimm and that girl has rabbit ears are asked, and eventually an alliance is settled, technology and resources are to be exchanged, and Remnant will help Earth fight evil alien conquerors.

Now the interesting thing is that Ozpin is mysterious; I mean, he’s always mysterious, but when the discussion turns to the Goa’uld you get the feeling he knows something. Well, I gotta notice that Ozpin knows the Grimm have a master, but the public doesn’t and neither does SCG, so he’s mysterious on that regard (Jack doesn’t trust him) but he’s more mysterious, and if you’re thinking “Ozpin has been around for ever, maybe he’s met the Goa’uld before” your are absolutely right. Okay, this is the idea I have: the Goa’uld first came to Remnant during the time where Ozgiliath (Ozma 2.0) and Salem were together pretending to be gods; so we get a group of fake gods going against 2 fake gods with actual magical powers (and one of them is actually unkillable), Salem and Ozgiliath kick the Goa’uld butts and they run away (I imagine monsters who are attracted to negative feelings and people who are being slaved don’t make a good combination). So Ozpin knows the Goa’uld and maybe has a personal problem with some of them *coughBa’alcough*, but he’s not gonna tell anyone that (certainly not the part about pretending to be a god to people fighting people pretending to be gods).

Next, have you considered there’s parallels between Oz and the Goa’uld? First, aside from that little stint with Salem, we know Oz has been worshiped in the past, you know the Infinite Man story; and he is one entity moving from host to host. I am firm in the belief that Oz is nothing like the Goa’uld, but Ozpin is not so much; you know that some of his hosts have called him a parasite, he himself has wondered if he is in fact a parasite; god, the backstory I give to Ozpin presents him as having been radically altered by becoming a host of the Oz entity, that’s perfect for him to be “Am I me or am I Oz? Did I became Oz or did Oz replaced me? Who am I?” Ba’al is gonna have such a good time taunting Ozpin about this. I’ve decided Ba’al was in Remnant before and he remembers Ozgiliath, when he meets Ozpin he’s like “It’s really you Ozma, you have a new host too”; and when Oscar comes around it’s gonna be even worse because Oscar is afraid of ceasing to exist due to the Merge (I love Ba’al so much).

Another thing that is definitively happening is that Oscar (or Ozpin, but it’s funnier with Oscar) is gonna beat up a Goa’uld in front of their entire following, and the following is gonna be like “Our God has been defeated by this other god*, he must worship him now” and Ozpin in Oscar’s head is gonna be like “Not Again!”

*By the time this happens word has spread that Oz is a God, because he was pretending to be one, way back when.

So I don’t have a full plot yet, but so far I got that not too long after an alliance between Earth and Remnant is established; SGC looses contact with Remnant, about one year later Atlas reestablishes contact (Ironwood took the Stargate to Atlas) and it’s like “everything’s gone wrong! Beacon has fallen, Ozpin is dead, the Grimm are out of control. Help please”; and I don’t know what season of SG1 would be, so I don’t know if SCG would be “we’ll try but we’re in crisis” or “we’re in crisis, we really can’t give much help right now” (SGC is always in crisis), either way SG-1 is gonna end up in Remnant to meet Team Qrow. I want SG-1 to meet Oscar so much, because people having some kind of telepathic ability that gives them powers is one thing, reincarnation is another; Jack is gonna deny it, Sam and Daniel are gonna ask questions, and Teal’c is gonna assume he’s like the Tok’ra.

Also I’m considering Salem allying herself with the Goa’uld. I like to think she’d use them to wreck havoc; and as previously mentioned, she’s actually immortal and has magic; she can probably appear as a more powerful goddess and it’s better to be on her good side (she did definitively killed one or two System Lords); this could cause problems if the people start worshiping her above their System Lords, but we’ll see how things play out. Also I like to think that when faced with whoever, she’s like “You? A God? I’ve fought the Gods, you’re no god” (Ozpin has a similar interaction with Ba’al, where Ba’al calls him a god and Ozpin is like “I’m not a god, and neither are you. You’re just a parasite with delusions of grandeur”)

I’m fairly sure this is leading to a big ass fight in the sky over Remnant; the Gods, probably some kind of ascended being, play a part (and they’re jerks).

Oh and one more thing, humanity 1.0 are probably Ancients, which is how they can use magic; humanity 2.0 I’m not sure where it come from, but I could see them being Earth humans, although I’d have to check the timeline to the Goa’uld being on Remnant (I mean, they can come twice)

[juniperrivers]

Oh, shiny! || Juniper & Skylar

TIMING: Current. LOCATION: Downtown. PARTIES: @juniperrivers @theskyeandsea SUMMARY: Juniper gets ahead of herself and forgets basic human decency of not stealing. Skylar sees her and fixes the situation. Contains: Mentions of chronic illness symptom

Juniper stood with her back to the window, her fingers ghosting over the array of pins displayed before her. They were glinting in the sunlight, so inviting. She couldn’t help herself. She quickly tucked one of the pins underneath of her sleeve, turning towards the door. The sound of somebody entering distracted her enough for the pin to fall from her sleeve. In a rush of bad luck, the woman standing before her looked to the register, then at the pin. “You know that this girl is stealing from you, right?” Juniper felt her stomach drop at the words, the woman’s high pitched voice coming in clearly than she would’ve liked. She glanced towards the register, her facial expression apologetic. “I’m sorry!” Juniper squealed as the woman grabbed onto her arm, dragging her towards the register. She struggled to get free, her fingers digging at the woman’s hand. “Let me go!” She whined. She knew there’d be no getting out of this. She’d be arrested. She’d go to prison. She’d never be able to see Harry Styles in concert. She’d lose everything. Her aunt would hate her. 

Skylar scanned the rows of books of the store, looking for something new to start. After her disastrous Halloween, she’d resigned herself to work and home once again, too afraid that the fangs would reappear, that her blood would cease pumping in her veins. There was too much risk in going out, too much that could go wrong. But, she’d burnt the costume she’d worn that night and, so far, that decision hadn’t come back to haunt her. Which is why she had made the decision to look for a new book on her way back from work. Letting out a sigh, she shook her head. Nothing really caught her eye. As she was about to head out, the sound of conflict caught her attention and she saw a familiar face struggling in the grasp of a very angry looking woman. “Juniper…” She sighed as she made her way towards her old student. Smiling apologetically as she cut in, she began to sign to Juniper, Don’t say anything, okay? Taking the pin from the girl’s hands, she handed it to the clerk. “I’m so sorry, this is one of my students. I lost track of her in the store-- I’m really sorry that she did that.” She said with a shake of her head, signing at Juniper. “I can pay for whatever she took.”

Juniper’s attention redirected to Skylar-- the very blonde and very wonderful Skylar. Yes! She would be saved. She would not go to jail. Juniper tore her arm out of the woman’s grip and sidled next to the older girl, looking up at the woman, then to the shop clerk who looked at them with mild disinterest. Why wasn’t he more upset than the woman? She looked to Skylar and nodded at her instruction. She watched in disappointment as the pin was returned to the counter. The woman beside them let out an exasperated breath, “You can’t just let her get away from this-- she stole from you, you know.” Juniper had every mind to stick her tongue out at her, but her aunt’s words came to mind. Be polite. Be kind. Don’t cause more trouble than you’re already in. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Skylar as she spoke, her gaze on her hands as they moved rapidly. Juniper signed back, letting Skylar know that she didn’t need to do that, that she could pay. She began to pull the money out of her pocket. The shopkeeper looked between the three, an arched brow pulling at the lines in his forehead. “Why’d you steal, kid? You know honesty is the best policy.” Juniper bit down onto her lower lip and pressed the money onto the counter. She signed as she spoke, “I didn’t mean to, I didn’t think about it.” The man’s eyes felt like they were going to sear a hole into Juniper’s soul. She reached up to scratch the back of her head before looking at Skylar, signing out, I’m being honest. 

“I’m really very sorry about this,” Skylar apologized to the woman, shaking her head. “I really should have kept a closer eye on her, it’s my mistake. I’m sure she won’t do this again.” She said, signing those words with particular emphasis. How many times had she been called into the office to interpret for the principal, Juniper’s latest cache of stolen goods spread out on the desk between them? As Juniper pulled out her wallet, Skylar sighed. At least the younger girl had the sense to at least pay for it. But, her answer did very little to reassure her. You are, but you should have been honest from the start and paid for it instead of just taking it. I thought you would have learned at school. Skylar signed back before responding to the clerk. “She’s… a little impulsive. Again, I’m so sorry that she did this.”

I’m not a child, Juniper signed. She stepped away from the counter, her hands clasped in front of her. She looked between Skylar and the adults that stood in their way to freedom. Juniper felt guilty, felt guilty to the shopkeeper-- not so much the lady. She looked sad and angry, like she needed wine, as her auntie would have put it. Juniper looked at Skylar with a frown before signing out, I really didn’t mean to, I did learn! She looked to the shopkeeper who looked down at the crumpled bills now next to his register. She watched in amazement as he pushed both the pin and the money towards her. The woman next to them let out a noise, as much as Juniper could tell. She watched the man intently as he spoke, “Take it, kid. The pin ain’t worth much anyways. Just don’t come in here and steal anythin’ again. I can’t promise we’ll have the same outcome.” Without much thinking, Juniper excitedly grabbed her money and the pin, and after a second, she turned back towards the register and set the money back down. “Thank you,” She both signed and said aloud before turning to the woman. She stuck her tongue out and skipped out of the door, barely registering that Skylar was still behind her. 

At the other girl’s sign, Skylar nodded, I know you’re not, but you really need to be more aware of things. She wasn’t entirely sure how sheltered a life Juniper had lived with her parents-- was it a Mean Girls situation? She honestly didn’t know-- but, it was clear that the girl was more than a little out of her element. Which was something Skylar could empathize with. It wasn’t easy, growing up in a hearing world when you weren’t. But, still. Skylar had worked with plenty of students with Deaf families to know that Juniper’s situation was a bit stranger than most. As the shopkeeper let Juniper keep the pin, Skylar nodded in thanks again before hurrying out of the store. As she did, she saw that Juniper was already skipping down the street. Mmmmmmm. Hurrying after the girl, Skylar patted her shoulder before signing, “You,” Skylar paused. Did she really want to start this conversation again? She’d tried to convince the girl that stealing was wrong many times before when they’d sat in the principal's office, but it never really stuck, “How is school going?” She signed instead.

Juniper whipped around as Skylar put her hand on her shoulder. She watched as the girl began to sign, a frown tugging at the corners of her lips. She had gotten out of it, and she had gotten to keep the pin! Not without paying for it, but still. “School is great,” Juniper signed back quickly, nearly dropping her pin. She quickly tucked it into her pocket and continued, “I’m learning a lot, but,” she spoke this aloud, “oh my GOD, is it hard!” She dropped her hands to her sides and looked beyond Skylar, then looked back to meet her gaze. “Why were you there?” She signed, looking back to the shop, “you saved my butt!” Juniper giggled, twisting around to grab the back of her bag, pushing the pin into it. It was displayed among several others, all of the same color variety. “That woman ruined everything,” Juniper signed out, her expression growing sour. 

Skylar hadn’t exactly forgotten how high energy Juniper was, but she’d gotten used to the girl’s absence. Moments like these, when she ran into her again, reminded her just how upbeat she was. Which, there was nothing wrong with that-- not at all. It was just a little tiring somedays. Particularly, her teeth chewed into the side of her cheek as her muscles ached in that familiar way, during times like now. “College takes some time to adjust to, mhm.” Skylar hummed, speaking and signing at once. At Juniper’s question, she shrugged. “I was looking for a new book. I didn’t find anything, though, so I’d be on my way out.” She said before frowning at Juniper. “She was right, though. You can’t just take things that aren’t yours.”

Growing up with a pod instead of other humans had caused a delay in Juniper’s development, especially socially. She was friendly-- overly friendly, maybe. Even now, she had no idea that not only did her actions have consequences, but that Skylar was clearly tired with the amount of energy that she was exerting. “What kind of book?” Juniper sounded out the words, signing rapidly alongside them. “I know that, but it was an honest mistake!” Juniper hadn’t thought twice before slipping the pin underneath her sleeve. She hadn’t quite figured out that even if it had been a mistake, she was still responsible for her actions. Juniper pulled a bottle of water out of her backpack and took a drink, nearly draining half of it. “Do you want some?” Juniper asked, thrusting the bottle towards her tutor. 

“Mm, anything really. I was hoping to find a new sci-fi book,” Skylar said, “But I think I might have better luck at The Archive next time.” The only books the shop had stocked were mass-market paperbacks, which were either war stories or murder mysteries. Which, honestly, she got enough of that in her day to day life here in White Crest. She didn’t need to read about it too. As Juniper continued to sign, Skylar did her best not to sigh. “Honest mistakes happen, mhm. They just tend to stop happening after the fifth or sixth or twentieth time.” She said, chiding the other girl slightly. When Juniper shoved the water bottle in her face, Skylar flinched backwards, caught off guard by the gesture. “I-- No, I’m good. Thank you.” She signed, shifting a bit to put some more distance between the two of them.

Twentieth time, Juniper thought, as if. She retracted the bottle of water and recapped it, shoving it back into her bag. She looked over her pins again with a smile before pulling the straps of her backpack onto her shoulder, tugging it close to her. “If I see any Sci-Fi books,” Juniper began to sign out, stopping abruptly at the sight of an ice cream truck that was only a block or so away. She pointed at it, then looked at Skylar, “my auntie says I’m not allowed, but she isn’t here, do you want some?” She knew it’d be a bad idea, that she’d feel sick later, but there was nobody to stop her, and it wasn’t as if Skylar knew what’d happen. Though, she was sure her aunt had passed her off for being lactose intolerant or something. Before Skylar could respond, she was moving towards the truck that started off in a separate direction. “No! Come back!” Juniper shouted, her head thrown back in faux agony. 

If she saw any Sci-Fi books, Skylar really hoped that she would just leave them alone. She really didn’t want to have to go around returning books to the shops or the library because Juniper had gotten over excited and taken off without paying for a book. But, much to her relief, Juniper was distracted by the sight of an ice cream truck rolling down the street. Skylar hadn’t heard the high pitched jingle over the sound of street noise and the conversation she’d been having with the younger girl. “I-- No, I’m lactose intolerant.” Skylar said weakly but the girl was already running towards the truck. Only for it to continue on its way, leaving the two of them behind. “Ah… Well, maybe it’s for the best? It’s a bit cold for ice cream anyways.” She said, though it wasn’t really true. Her warm selkie blood kept her warm, even with the chill of winter beginning to creep in the air.

“Me too, but that’s never stopped me.” Juniper signed at Skylar. The only reason she had noticed the truck was because it was something she was always on the lookout for it-- she could pick out the truck anywhere. “It’s not for the best, but it’s fine, I’ll get it somewhere else.” Juniper smoothed her fingers through her hair and looked at Skylar, gaze focused on the way her lips moved. “It’s never too cold for ice cream.” She countered back with a grin. Just then, a vibration in her pocket grabbed her attention, and she was met with a text message from her aunt. “Oh! Shoot. I have to go.” She shoved her phone back into her pocket and hurriedly walked back towards Skylar, closing the space between them with a one-armed hug. “Bye!” She shouted as she turned on her heel, her short legs taking her to the edge of the street where, once out of Skylar’s view, she would break out into an awkward sprint to beat her aunt home. She had totally forgotten to take the chicken out of the freezer. 

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Notes - Part 2

Starring: Peter Parker x reader (female)

Fandom: MCU

Words: 1674

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Summary: After befriending the person he shares his desk with, Peter tries to find a way to meet them. 

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“Mr. Parker. What were you thinking!” coming from their principal, it wasn’t a question as much as an exclamation.

“I-- uh, I’m sorry sir I--”

“I don’t want to hear it!”

Peter sank further into the office chair. It wasn’t until he had been called in that he had realized he probably could have volunteered to monitor the detention room or something. That option had not occurred to him while he was flooding the east hallway to make it a slip-n-slide during lunch hour. He wanted a fast ticket to detention without actually doing anyone harm. But according to the school administration, the floors and walls had suffered enough damage to warrant suspension.

“Look, it was just supposed to be a prank. It was a stupid prank, I promise I’ll pay for any damages. It might take me a while but I’ll even pay to repaint the lockers or something too. Just please please don’t suspend me, I’ll lose my internship for sure...” Peter babbled.

The principal stiffened, recalling that Peter worked for Tony Stark. The Tony Stark, who had so kindly funded the school’s science and technology programming for the past few months. Surely those donations would cease if they were no longer benefitting his own intern.

“Mr. Parker,” he sighed heavily.

Peter stared, wide-eyed.

“You raise some good points. I am going to let you go this time with a warning,” he said through his teeth. “And if I ever catch wind of you being involved with something like this again in any way, I will have no choice but to suspend you, if not expel...”

Peter’s mouth was dry. Hermione had been right: just thinking about expulsion sent Peter into a panic worse than when he had faced death through his Spidey adventures. Hopefully this would all be worth it when he got to finally see you in detention.

“I understand, thank you sir,” Peter said breathlessly. “I suppose I should just march myself down to detention, huh?” he said willingly.

“Ab-solutely not! I want you off school grounds by the time I count to ten and I don’t want to see you here for the rest of the day Mr. Parker. Go home and study.” He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, breathing steadily to manage his fury.

“But shouldn’t I be punish--” Peter started. The principal began counting and Peter darted out of the room, almost slipping on the still-wet hallway.

He didn’t take the ten-second countdown seriously, but Peter knew he had to stay out of sight. Still, he took the long way around to the front exit so he could pass the detention room.

Peter approached the door, glancing up and down the hallway as he did to make sure he was still alone. He angled himself so he could peek through the slotted window in the doorway without being in plain view of anyone inside. He craned his neck. He could see that someone was sitting in his seat, but he couldn’t see their face. He pressed his hands to the door and leaned sideways, craning further, trying to catch a glimpse...

Peter’s shoe squeaked as his foot slipped sideways, forcing him to reach out instinctively for support. His hand caught the door handle, pushing it down and opening the door as he regained his balance.

He froze, staring at the room full of delinquents as they stared back. The attending teacher looked up lazily from his desk. “Ah, late for detention, eh? May I assume tardiness is what brought you here to begin with?” he smiled knowingly, although he could not have been more wrong. “Grab a seat please. We have about twenty minutes left.”

Everyone else in the room turned back to their own thoughts as Peter’s feet propelled him forward and into the open seat next to the girl he was certain was his desk friend. He glanced at you sideways, unable to tear his eyes away as he tried to learn as much as he could about you now that he was seeing you in person. Loose hair, soft jaw, pursed lips.

You were were focused on your Chem homework, hoping to finish it by the time you were dismissed. Other than the social faux pas of being a kid in detention, it was just like another study hall. The quiet in this room sure beat the chaos at home. You scribbled a few more calculations and closed the last page of the packet, glancing again to the bottom corner of the desk where you had written your answer to your mysterious friend’s question last night. The “yes” had been erased with no replacement question for you to answer. You weren’t sure what it meant.

The kid who had come in late and sat next to you cleared his throat loudly. You ignored him. You flipped your packet over and started to doodle on the backside, watching the clock count down the remaining five minutes before you were free.

Peter cleared his throat again, accidentally aspirating this time and launching himself into a coughing fit.

You inched your chair away self-consciously, not sure if this kid was sick on top of being tardy. You hated tardy kids. As if they had more important places to be than school! You got that school wasn’t for everyone, but some of your classmates could at least make more of an effort than showing up an hour late with their extravagant and unnecessary lattes.

“Alright everybody, that does it for today. Scram.” The teacher unbuckled his briefcase and slipped a folder into it as the room emptied.

You stuffed your supplies into your backpack and stood.

“Um,” the kid who had been sitting next to you caught your attention. You looked down just as he erased something he had written on his desk. Had he been coughing to try and get you to look over? Suddenly everything clicked into place. But you were too nervous that you might be wrong. Better to hear what this guy had to say first. His warm eyes and floppy hair didn’t seem threatening. But how humiliating would it be to have the wrong guy.

“Uh, yeah?” you said cautiously.

He stood awkwardly to meet your gaze. “Um, hi.”

The teacher didn’t so much as look back at the pair of you as he vacated the room.

Now the two of you stood alone. At this point you weren’t positive if you were speaking to a friend or a total stranger.

“Weird question,” he laughed nervously. “But, um, do you sit there every day?” he pointed at the desk.

Heat rushed into your face. “Yes,” your tongue dried up as you answered.

“Oh, good. I mean me too. During first period.”

“Oh! Wow so that means... you get my notes?” you said boldly.

“Yeah,” he laughed nervously. You felt the same way. Excited to finally meet your mysterious new friend but terrified of messing it up now that you were standing face-to-face.

“So, um, this is sort of awkward, but you didn’t answer my last question...” you said.

“I did! And I asked you--something, but when I sat there today it was all erased. I wasn’t sure if it was, you know, someone who works here or maybe you didn’t want to answer me or something,” Peter said quickly.

“Oh,” you said, taking a moment to process this. You had spend the beginning of detention thinking your question about his favorite birthday had scared him off. “Yeah, well I didn’t erase it,” you laughed. “I guess things turned out okay though!”

“What do you mean?”

“My answer was yes. Yes, I would very much like to meet in person someday,” you beamed.

Now it was Peter’s turn to process things. “Um... cool.”

“What, am I not all you hoped I would be?” you said half-jokingly.

“No--not that! Sorry! You seem just as cool as I imagined. Cooler. But I was just thinking that meeting in detention is kind of lame,” Peter said with an uncertain smile.

“Oh, yeah,” you felt heat rise in your face even more. What must he be thinking about you right now? “I’m only here because I let my friend copy my homework. She’s not doing great in Chem but she needs to keep her GPA so she can stay on the volleyball team,” you shrugged, hoping it was better to sound like a nerd than a prankster or something.

“Oh,” a genuine, relieved smile spread across Peter’s face. You both turned for the door and continued talking into the hallway. “You know, I’m not even supposed to be in detention.” he said.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Peter was about to say more when you both turned down the water-soaked hallway. Whoever had attempted to clean this up earlier had really not been thorough.

“What--” you started.

Peter burst into laughter. “Um, I could explain this if you want. It’s a whole thing.”

“You did this?” you said with wide eyes as you picked your way carefully towards the exit.

“Like I said, it’s a long story. Um, if you’re free we could stop for a milkshake somewhere and I could tell you about it? We could pretend that’s our first time meeting instead.”

“That sounds awesome. I have to stop home for like two seconds but give me an address and I’ll meet you there.”

“Maybe this is a good time to exchange numbers?”

“Oh yeah, definitely,” you said, handing your phone over and typing your name and number into his. You switched back and read his name, finally having a name for the mysterious note buddy you’d had for the past three weeks.

Peter Parker.

Your phone buzzed with a text from him: the promised milkshake address.

“Got it. See you in a few, then, Peter Parker.”

You both waved as you parted, grinning wildly to yourselves with excitement at the realization that your beloved note friend turned out to be an equally cool nerd in person.

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[thelazyhermits]

No Holding Back

I wanna start off by saying that right now I don’t plan to write the end of the year final exam aside from what I wrote in that one post I reblogged yesterday. I just don’t have any inspiration for the actual battle and I think it’d be better in third person POV which is not my preference since I like writing second person.

However, there is one scene that happens before the exam that I really wanted to write, so here it is. I hope y’all enjoy it! ^-^

Today’s the big day. The day you’ve been preparing for these past several weeks.

The day of Class 1-A’s practical final exam

Rather than be with the other teachers who are currently explaining to the students what their exam will be like, you’re walking through the fake cityscape where your exam will be held. The reason for this being that Nedzu thought it would be extra entertaining if Midoriya and Bakugou didn’t find out who their exam proctor was until the very last minute.

While you could’ve waited to reveal yourself during the exam, you decided not to since you wanted to talk to the boys beforehand. There’s something important you want them to know that needs to be said before the exam begins.

That’s why you decide to wait for your students at the cityscape’s entrance, wearing the hero suit Hatsume has been working on with the exception of your helmet since you wanted the boys to be able to see your face when you were talking to them. You want them to be able to see how important what you’re about to tell them is. 

On the way to the entrance, you check to make sure all the traps you and Hatsume set up all across the cityscape are in place and ready to go. Thankfully, since your exam is the last one of the day, you have plenty of time to do this.

About fifteen minutes after you eventually arrive at the entrance gate, the school bus driven by Yagi drops off Midoriya and Bakugou, who are both clad in their hero costumes. Once they take notice of you, their eyes grow large.

“Y/N-sensei?!”

With a smile, you wave at your students. “Hey, guys, I bet you weren’t expecting me when you were told your exam proctor would be a surprise, huh?”

Thankfully, the boys don’t look disappointed about the fact that you’re their opponent, just surprised. Even though you knew it was stupid, a little part of you had worried that Midoriya and Bakugou would be disappointed that they didn’t get a stronger opponent like the other teachers, so it’s a relief to see that they don’t appear bothered by your role in their final exam.

Bakugou crosses his arms. “So, that’s why we’re the only team that doesn’t have the option of running away. It would be too fucking easy otherwise.”

While a panicked Midoriya tries to quietly scold his classmate, obviously worried that you’d be offended by the blond’s words, you chuckle, “That’s right. If this were a contest of speed, there’s no way I could stop you two. So, we decided to get rid of that option since the point of this exam is to challenge you.”

A grin forms on your lips. “Besides doing that, in order to make things as challenging as possible, we also added the rule about me being able to win if I successfully destroy seventy-five percent or greater of the town you two heroes are supposed to be protecting. Aren’t we teachers so kind? Now, your exam will be even more fun!”

Amusingly enough, Bakugou seems quite pleased with this setup. Midoriya, on the other hand, is chuckling nervously, looking like he can’t decide if he should be happy like his former childhood friend or worried about this situation.

Your grin grows. “You know, the principal was the one who decided I would be your exam proctor. Out of all the teachers, he wanted me to be your opponent. Do you know why?”

Both students stare at you with obvious surprise before shaking their heads. Midoriya then moves to grab his chin. “Considering how the summer final exams were set up, you must have been chosen because the principal believed you were the teacher that posed the greatest challenge for us. Could it be because of your Quirk, or maybe...”

You can’t tell what he says after that since he starts mumbling under his breath, doing so at a very impressive speed that you have no chance of keeping up with. While you watch the green haired boy with obvious amusement, Bakugou glares at him. “Stop your fucking muttering, Deku! No one can fucking understand you if you talk like that, you dumbass!”

Midoriya’s mumbling comes to an abrupt halt as the shorter boy dons a sheepish expression. “Ah, right. Sorry, Kacchan.”

Rolling his eyes, the blond turns to focus his gaze back on you. “Are you gonna tell us the fucking reason, or are we supposed to figure it out ourselves?”

Your eyes twinkle mischievously. “I could tell you, but I won’t. You’re both smart boys after all. I’m sure you’ll both figure it out soon enough.”

Bakugou clicks his tongue at your response while Midoriya’s expression becomes determined. Despite his initial reaction, you know the hothead will work hard to figure out the reason since there’s no way his pride would allow the green haired boy to figure it out before him.

That’s when you remember why you came out to meet the two in the first place. “You were actually supposed to find out about me being your opponent once the exam started, but I decided to meet you guys here ‘cause there’s something I have to tell you before the exam.”

Your expression turns serious, immediately earning you the students’ full, undivided attention. Their postures straighten as their brows furrow while you quietly study them closely for the next several seconds.

Expression never changing, you finally open your mouth to say, “I love you.”

There’s a brief moment of silence before your words properly register, and then, the boys react.

“Ehhhhh?!”

“W-What the fuck?!”

The corners of your lips curve upwards as both their faces turn red, with Midoriya unsurprisingly sporting an extra dark blush that covers his whole face. Rather than tease them like you normally would, you continue, “I admire you both a lot; I have for a long time. You’re two of the strongest people I know, and you guys never cease to amaze me.”

Both students stare at you with wide eyes as you smile softly. “I’m very proud of both of you and how far you’ve come. I consider it an honor to call myself someone you two call teacher. It’s a role I treasure with all my heart.”

Midoriya’s eyes grow teary. “Sensei…”

While Bakugou remains strangely quiet, you put your hands on your hips. “It’s because I love and admire you both so much that I want to give you the best possible challenge. That’s why I have no intention to hold back against you guys. When we face each other, I’m fighting to win.”

Your eyes gain a serious gleam. “So, I want you guys to do the same, understand? I don’t want either of you to even consider holding back against me out of worry that you’ll hurt me with your powerful Quirks. I want you to treat me like you would an actual villain who’s going on a rampage across town.”

A smirk forms on your lips. “The only way you stand a chance of winning is by going at me with all your strength, so if you wanna pass this exam, you better bring nothing less than your A game. Otherwise, I’ll have to give you guys your first failing grade.”

“Hah!”

Immediately, your and Midoriya’s eyes focus on Bakugou who’s giving you his trademark grin. “Like I’d ever do something so half-assed! I was planning on going all out from the start! You’re going down, Sensei!”

Midoriya quickly brings his gaze back to you and gives you a determined look. “We won’t hold back, Sensei! We’ll put everything into this fight and defeat you! We absolutely won’t lose!”

It’s obvious from their expressions that they’re both completely serious. Your students have no intention to lose to you, so you won’t have to worry about them holding back on you.

Warmth bubbles in your chest as you smile at them. “I have high expectations for you both. Don’t let me down.”

Both boys grin at you in return. “Right!”

Knowing you shouldn’t put off the exam any longer, you decide to head back into the cityscape to get ready. Before you do, you decide to have a little fun at your students’ expense. “I’m glad to see you guys so motivated. I thought I would have to offer you both a kiss like I did for the obstacle course race at the Cultural Festival, but I guess I don’t need to, huh?”

Bright blushes color their cheeks as Midoriya begins incoherently stammering. Bakugou scowls as he glares at you. “I told you all I cared about was winning! I didn’t want the damn kiss!”

A teasing grin forms on your lips. “Uh huh. Suuuure. That’s totally the only reason you two were working so hard to win that race.”

Midoriya’s face is completely scarlet now. “S-Sensei!”

You give them a wink before turning to head inside the cityscape. “If you guys really impress me, I might give you another kiss, so good luck!”

The green haired boy releases an embarrassed squeak while Bakugou starts cursing. Meanwhile, you’re laughing as you hurry to get ready for the exam.

Looks like I managed to give myself some more ammunition for the fight. Hopefully, the boys won’t hold it against me if I use their flustered reactions to my advantage.

Your grin grows. This is gonna be so much fun. 

[julesnjd]

steps -- flash fiction

Every picture frame you hang is empty. The obviously handmade, obviously elementary project clay frame you purchased at Goodwill that hangs above your bed has the same purpose as the ornate 24x36 frames hanging evenly on either side of the TV, both of which have the same purpose as the blueberry pie slice shaped picture frame in the kitchen: to wait. 

You pass the frames, varying in height to track your way down the steps from the second floor to the first floor, every morning after you brush your teeth clean of sleep. Your steps echo in the empty house, half a horse clopping down your steps and into the kitchen. You start the kettle. It whistles in precisely six minutes. Five more minutes, you’re holding a fresh cup of orange-cinnamon tea. You sit yourself down in front of your half a cinnamon raisin bagel. 

There’s a loud rap on the door. 

You freeze. Your front teeth haven’t sunk far enough into the bagel to get past the butter. Your eyes dart to the door, to the window, to the front door on the other side of the chrysanthemum wallpaper. You’ve stopped breathing. 

You exhale. With the inhale of cinnamon comes the trembling. 

Another knock— This one is harder, more urgent. 

You stand on seashell legs. Click to the front door. Your breath smells like sweet mint and the door smells like cold wood and metal as you lean forward to look outside through the peephole. 

It’s Hannah, your neighbor’s child, frantic. She probably needs another ride to school, like last week, when her mom was too doped up on alcohol to drive her, or the week before when it was meth. You’d done her hair last week, too. You’d also been lectured by the principal last time that if she was late again, she would have to stay after school. 

You stand, wrestling with your conscience for the decent part of a minute before another urgent, small fist slams against the door and you open without any further consideration. Magnified eyes meet yours without hesitation as words about needing a ride to school tumble over each other out of her mouth, then cease just as quickly as they were coming out. She stares at your wide collar bone sticking out over the Peter-Pan collar of your blue dress, the plastic and fraying ginger red (chosen to match your natural color) hair curled down over your shoulders, and the black stilettos strapped around your feet. She doesn’t know they’re squeezing a bit too much for your liking. She doesn’t know your ears were already starting to itch from the fibres of the wig and the wig cap. She doesn’t know this was you laid out bare. She is the first one to witness this. 

This tiny little seven year old with uneven braids, bottle cap glasses, and butterfly clips reminiscent of the 90s in her hair is the first one to witness your personal milestone, but she doesn’t know.

“I like your dress, Mr. Adam.” Mister always comes out as mithter without her front teeth. “Can you drive me to school?” 

You pause for a second. Can you drive her to school like this? 

Well, you have to. She can’t be late. 

You nod. “Yes, Hannah. Can you do me a favor first?” 

She nods. “Yes, Mr. Adam.” 

You hand her the disposable camera you’ve been keeping on the table next to the door for weeks. You pick up the purse you had prepared the night before. “Will you climb up on the stump in the yard and take a picture of me before we leave? I’ll stand here.” 

Hannah sheds her gaping maw of a backpack, stumbles over a fallen Junie B. Jones novel as she runs to climb up on the stump, takes a moment to place her feet. She lifts the camera to her eyes. Within seconds she’s down, running back to you. She scoops up the book and her backpack. As she fumbles with them, she hands the camera back. 

You drive her to school. At the nearest fotomat, you hand over the disposable to someone you swear should be sitting in a desk picking at his acne at this time of day, sit in your car in the parking lot for an hour while your photos are developed, then leave once you have the envelope in your hands. 

Inside your own home again fifteen minutes after, your trembling hands open the package. You take two photos out. One is fuzzy, half a thin flesh-colored finger blocking the view of the lens. Your body is a blue sky blur against the black of your dark front door. The other is clearer. You can see the sharp angle of your jaw despite how far away the photo is. Your hair is perfectly coiled over your shoulders and your dress hides any curves that may or may not be present. The number of your house is on your left in metal numbers, but you swear the three digits may as well be a countdown in minutes to some sort of doomsday. 

It’s sure to get around town, if it isn’t already. The principal saw you rushing Hannah up to the front doors of the school. The fotomat teenager saw you as well. Mrs. Lovinsky probably saw you driving around town from her shop window. News travels fast, y’know.  It’s bound to get out that Mr. Adam, who drives his neighbor’s daughter to school and works from home, isn’t Mr. Adam. Who are you? 

There’s no time for that now, though. You remove the first frame— from Goodwill as well, pink with a white bow— from the wall above the final step onto the first floor. You push the metal pieces holding the back of the frame in place away. You remove the back of the frame, set the first photo inside it and carefully line it up. Replace the back. 

Replace the frame on the wall. 

[detectiverickitubbs]

Parent AU--Ricki and Sonny (naturally XD)

Who cried when they brought their child home for the first time: They both did. Tubbs openly weeps, Sonny has this stiff upper lip and his eyes water. Sonny’s the old pro at this. He took his childhood home and successfully helped raise it for six years or so years with Caroline. 

Who would wake up in the middle of the night to check on the kid(s): They both do, though neither one of them is keen to admit it. It comes with the territory of being cops. Tubbs, especially so, because of the guilt over the abduction and murder of her first son. 

Who changes the kid(s) diapers: Tubbs predominantly. Sonny always feigns injury and never volunteers for ANY unpleasant duty. Its funny. He turns into a magician when the diapers need to be changed and disappears. But he isn’t always successful. 

Who makes the bottles: Sonny. He is a little rusty at first because Caroline was something of a supermom. Always there and doing what was needed. He has fresh desperation to bond with the baby after watching his first son Billy kinda withdrawing. He is determined NOT to make the same mistakes this time around and once he learns this task, he takes to it so well. 

Who stays up late at night to rock the kid(s) to sleep and sing them lullabys: Both. Tubbs is more prone to dancing around the room with the baby cradled to her chest and singing. While Crockett, he likes to sit down and sing. When its Sonny doing the singing, Ricki likes to prop herself up against the door frame to watch on. His voice is like velvet, smooth and silky with a beautiful timbre. 

Who is guilty of spoiling the kid(s): They both are. The kids are absolutely smothered in love. When their parents aren’t doing the spoiling the entire OCB steps in. *side-eyes Stan, Lar, Gina, Trudy, and Castillo*

Who would give the kid(s) cookies in the middle of the night: Sonny. Anything to get the kid to stop asking five hundred questions at three in the morning after spending an evening trading shots with bozos. Tubbs is more prone to give them healthy food. So, they really opt to go to him for the midnight or post-midnight munchies. 

Who always takes the kid(s) side: Sonny. *coughs* Especially, when it gives him an excuse to use the good ol’ puppy eyes on Ricki. The kids absolutely LOVE him for it. When they really mess up and Sonny is livid with them, Tubbs takes the kid's side and petitions on their behalves. 

Who would wake up early to make breakfast for the kid(s) before school: Who in Vice has time to make breakfast? Its store-bought cereals, doughnuts, fruits, and veggies. Sonny and Ricki take turns setting it out. Tubbs prefers fruits and veggies. Crockett the cereals and doughnuts. In his book, the more sugar, the better. 

Who gets the kid(s) ready for school in the morning: Its really a tag-team effort. 

Who takes the kid(s) to school: Tubbs wins by default. The one with the larger car gets to drag the kids off to school when the bus ceases to be sufficient. Try jamming kids into the Spyder or Rosa. It just isn’t gonna happen. Or if it does, its gonna feel awfully crowded. 

Who goes to parent-teacher conferences: Again they tag team it whenever possible. Ricki takes the lead as she is more diplomatic and well versed. Sonny is there to provide moral support and to flash sorrowful or menacing gazes at unsuspecting principals. He is also there to argue or back her up if Tubbs’s attempts fall short. But sometimes Sonny has to wing it alone. He isn’t anywhere near as terrible as he thinks he is at diplomacy. It just doesn’t come as easy to him as it does Ricki. It is even more of a challenge for Sonny when he suspects something might be off with the figures of authority at the said-school. He might even threaten to clear his desk of all other cases to investigate them. 

Who will be the first to suggest to have ‘the talk’ with the kid(s): Martin Castillo (Dad Lieutenant) because Tubbs and Crockett totally put it off. They both kinda hoped that day would never come given the kinds of crimes they deal with on a daily basis. When one of the kids starts asking around, probably turning to Marty for answers, Castillo lowers the blow very very very gently. Marty feels it best that the answers come from the parents rather than himself. 

Who would choose their child(s) prom outfit: Tubbs is totally the one to help them pick out the attire as she has more of a pulse on the fashion industry and has an eye for colors. Crockett, however, is invited to join in the process. Anything that does not meet his (and maybe Elvis’s approval) ends up being a NO-GO. (or No va in Spanish)

Who would cry when the kid(s) go off to college: Who are they kidding? They both do. Its too quiet around the house when the kids grow up. Not that the cycle of life is a bad thing, but to vice cops accustomed to the chaos and disorder of a full house, it is quite hard to readjust. 

Who suggests going to visit/ spy on the kids when they haven’t heard from them in a while? Crockett. He hates to admit it but he worries about them almost as much, if not more so, than Tubbs. This by default means Tubbs eagerly obliges. 

Who frightens the child’s first date? Crockett. Tubbs is more - that’s my baby going on a date!!! (she doesn’t tell him but she has already pulled the jackets on the individual in question.) Sonny is far more skeptical and cynical and he makes no display of hiding it. 

Who is more frightening? Haha. Tubbs. When that smile of her’s disappears and a spark of menacing hits her eyes, you better pray you meet a fast death. However, Tubbs is definitely outdone by Burnett. Although, she and Sonny are both very leery of giving Burnett the license to be unleashed outside of the Vice realms.

[emeraldwaves]

Title: What We Lack Part 8 Pairing:  Kacchako, Deku/Melissa, Todomomo Rating: T Word Count: 4,484 Read on Ao3 Summary:  

Quirkless.

They’re the last people anyone expects to have a child without a quirk.

Neither of them can fully wrap their heads around it, but Ochako knows Katsuki is struggling far more than her.

Thank you to @its-love-u-asshole for beta-ing

Full fic under the cut

Small rocks floated around the brown-haired boy's body and he grinned at the cowering girls in front of him.

"Shouhei please...!"

"No," he growled. "No one talks to my sister like that."

Blue flames covered Todoroki Yuuta's arm, his white and black hair covering his eyes. "I'll help," he muttered.

"No! Stop! You're just going to get in trouble for using your quirks at school again-" Sayuri begged, anger laced in her voice.

How many times would other people have to stick up for her?

And as if on cue, a voice boomed over the loudspeaker:

"Bakugou Shouhei and Todoroki Yuuta must cease all quirk activities immediately. Come straight to the principal's office now!"

Shouhei clenched his fist, his arms trembling at his side. "Hell no. Like I can stop now," he growled, holding his hand out. "How the fuck did they even know we were fighting?! I'm sorry sis, but I can't let these girls get away with attacking you."

Pushing herself up, she limped towards him, putting herself in between the girls and the two boys. "Please... guys... stop." She glared at her brother, knowing nothing good was going to come of this.

Yuuta glanced towards Shouhei, only stopping his flames when the other boy lowered his arm, the rocks falling to the ground. "Fucking fine," Shouhei growled,

The two girls slouched against the wall. "I hate them so much. They think because their parents are famous they can do whatever they want," one of them whispered.

Sayuri bit her lip and immediately snapped back around at the two girls. "I would shut your mouths if I were you two," she hissed. "The only reason my brother didn't destroy you is because I stopped him," she said, pushing against Shouhei's back, not wanting him to erupt at the two girls. As much as she didn't wish to attack them, she hated when people spoke of them that way... she hated when people looked down on her for being quirkless.

 'What a useless bitch.'

 'She doesn't even have a quirk?'

 'Can you believe her mom is Uravity and her dad is Ground Zero? They must be so proud!'

She'd heard it all; the biting sarcasm, the mean comments. The words often echoed in her head over and over, and sometimes, like today, things escalated even when she tried to keep the peace, like her mother always taught her. But when things went too far... it was no surprise Shouhei stepped in.

She usually attempted to hide it from him, knowing he would explode at them as he almost just had. But when she didn't meet him, Yuuta, and Arata to walk home together, he obviously knew something was wrong.

Today one of the girls kicked her in the leg so hard, she was convinced she'd maybe fractured something. The girl had a strength quirk, and though it was subtle, she used it to add power to her kick, slamming into Sayuri's leg when she was taken off guard. Normally, she would've fought back physically... it wasn't like she was a weakling or anything!

But as she limped after her brother and Yuuta, she never felt more pathetic.

Shouhei glanced over his shoulder and sighed, turning around to help her. He let her lean against him. "Shou... you have to stop doing this..." she mumbled. "I don't want you and Yuuta to ruin your chances of going to U.A..." she said softly, trying to calm her anger. She was her father's daughter in so many ways, but she knew it wouldn't do her any good to explode at school.

"I don't fucking care. That bitch practically broke your leg!"

"It doesn't really matter-"

"Of COURSE it fucking matters!" Shouhei cursed loudly.

The three walked slowly to the principal's office, knowing punishment awaited them. Luckily, they hadn't attacked, but quirk use was strictly prohibited on school property, and Sayuri knew the two were going to get in trouble because of her. Again. This certainly wasn't the first time, and a sinking feeling in her gut told her it might not be the last.

As they rounded the corner, Sayuri felt her stomach drop even more. "Oh no..." she muttered, recognizing the tall blond head of her father, and next to him stood a frowning Todoroki Shouto, the white part of his hair brushed to the side across his forehead. Arata stood next to his father, looking guilty. Had he told on them? Sayuri wouldn't have been surprised.

"What the FUCK is this?!" Katsuki growled and stormed over to his two children. "What the hell happened to you?"

"Daddy...I... " she whispered, her voice breaking. Something about seeing her father here instead of her mother made her want to cry.

"No!" Shouhei yelled. "Don't you dare apologize. These girls were attacking her, and me and Yuuta were trying to help her until the damn principal told me to stop!" he growled.

Katsuki's brow twitched and he stormed back towards the man's office. The principal was a tall man with dark hair. To this day, Sayuri was still unaware of his quirk, but the man took the rules very seriously. Sayuri unfortunately met with him many times due to incidents with her brother and bullying.

So far, middle school wasn't shaping up to be great.

"The fuck is this?" Katsuki growled. "You call me in here to yell about my son, but you're not doing anything to stop the girls attacking my fucking daughter to the point where she's limping."

"We're looking into the bullying incident as well, Bakugou-san but-"

"Bullshit!" Katsuki yelled, slamming his fist against the wall. "Why the fuck are my kids and Half and Half's getting in trouble over THIS?"

The tall man sighed. "Look... we should be giving your son far more than a warning for how many times he's used his quirk in school. But... given the nature of this incident we will allow you both to handle how you wish to punish your children accordingly. No matter the situation, we don't allow quirks to be used at school."

"Fine. I'll just punch them with my fists next time," Shouhei grumbled.

"If only," Sayuri growled and shook her head.

"We're fucking leaving," Katsuki hissed, making his way to his children. He bent down, picking Sayuri up onto his back.

"D-Dad! I can walk."

"Forget it," he snapped. "Let's get out of this hellhole."

"We're leaving as well," Shouto muttered, glancing towards the principal. "I will speak to my children about using their quirks in school, but I won't stop them if they're going to do what they think is right." He spoke coldly, and shot an icy glare towards the principal.

"Bye Shou-kun..." Yuuta muttered, following his father and brother in the opposite direction out of the school.

"See ya..." he grumbled, following after his dad and sister.

Yeah, middle school wasn't the best.

~~

The car ride home was uncomfortably silent, and Sayuri could feel the anger resonating off of her dad and brother.

"That school is so fucking terrible," Katsuki grumbled under his breath. "We'll look at switching."

"No!" Sayuri spat out quickly.

"Hah?" Katsuki said, turning to face his daughter once they stopped at a red light.

She frowned and folded her arms. "It doesn't matter where I go to school. People are going to say the same shit to me. Where I go won't change who I fucking am!" she cursed angrily. "I want to stay with Kazu-kun..." she said. "He's my best friend and without him, it will be really fucking terrible," she muttered, speaking Katsuki's words back to him.

Katsuki rubbed his forehead. "We'll speak with your mother when she's home tonight. She's not going to be happy with that damn school." He mostly grumbled under his breath, angry. "You're both fucking lucky that damn principal wants to kiss me and Half and Half's asses!"

"Whatever," Shouhei said, rolling his eyes. "Those girls didn't even give Sayu a chance to fight back." He glanced back at her, his brown eyes nodding to her. "You know she would've kicked their asses if they did," he said.

"Duh," she muttered, leaning her chin on her hand as she stared out the window. She didn't want Shouhei to constantly protect her. Besides, she had two years left at the place and Shouhei was about to graduate.

"Yeah I get that, baby girl, but no one should be fucking fighting in school. And Shou, you have the U.A recommendation exam next week! You're lucky your mother-"

"'--and I are famous ranked heroes cause otherwise you wouldn't be so damn lucky!'" Shouhei spoke over their father, his head tilting back and forth as he said the words Katsuki spoke to him a million times. "I get it, Dad," he snapped.

A growl slipped from Katsuki's lips. Sayuri knew her father would never yell at Shouhei for protecting her, but he was concerned about his application status for the future. She knew how important it was to Shouhei to attend her parents alma mater. He was the only one who really could apply to the hero track, even though both of them wanted to when they were young children.

Katsuki tapped his fingers with frustration against the steering wheel. "I'm dropping you off at home Shouhei," he said, "while I take Sayuri to the doctor to get her leg looked at. And you better be fucking studying when I get home."

"What!?" Sayuri yelled. "I don't need a doctor!"

"You might need a fucking brace," he said. "If they really kicked you so hard you're limping..." he muttered and clenched his fists around the steering wheel. "Hell if I had been there I would've killed them myself!"

"Dad..." Sayuri snorted. "I'm really fine..."

"Your mother will worry and fuss if we don't go, so shaddup and listen," Katsuki snapped.

"Okay, okay," she folded her arms, not looking forward to dealing with another doctor visit.

~~

Shouto glanced up at his two sons both sitting in the backseat. Neither of them were looking at each other, and he could only assume things were tense since Arata was the one who told the principal about the incident.

He knew he needed to ask for Yuuta’s side. The last thing he wanted was one them thinking Shouto was playing favorites. "Yuuta," Shouto began softly, flicking his eyes up to the mirror. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"

Yuuta twisted his lips, glancing up front. "What? You don't want to ask world-class tattle-tail, Arata?" he mumbled. Yuuta never was great at arguing or fighting. He was the quieter of the two, which was why it shocked Shouto to see Yuuta be the troublemaker. It didn't help that Bakugou Shouhei was usually involved, no surprises there.

"Shut up, Yuuta. If you ruin my chance of getting into U.A on recommendation-" Arata growled.

"What does anything I do have to do with you getting in?" Yuuta snapped, folding his arms angrily over his chest.

"We're twins! We have the same name and the same connections! Of course they'll associate us together and you-"

"Boys!" Shouto called out slamming his foot on the brake which caused them both to lurch forward. "Enough. Yuuta, I asked you a question. It was not an invitation to argue with your brother." He continued to drive, pulling into their driveway as he placed the car in park.

Yuuta let out a sigh. "Sayuri... was in trouble. Those same girls started to beat her again. They caught her completely off guard so she had no chance to fight back. When Shouhei ran off, I followed him to help-"

"Yeah, cause you're so far up his ass-"

"Arata! W-What the hell are you talking about?!" Yuuta yelled, his face turning bright red.

"Boys!" Shouto hissed, turning around to glare at his sons. "You both... did the right thing... in a way."

"We're not supposed to use our quirks at school-"

"No, no, Arata, please... listen to me. Both of you need to listen," Shouto said. "Yuuta, I understand the desire to help Shouhei keep Sayuri safe. Though it's against the rules, you are doing what you think is right and I commend you for that."

Yuuta's eyes lit up, and he turned to smirk at Arata before Shouto continued to talk. "However, Arata is right. When the rules are being broken and it could cause harm to others, it is okay to ask for help in stopping something. Both of you need to be very cautious. The U.A recommendation exam is next week and I know you'll both excel at it. Please think of your futures." Shouto nodded at both before stepping out of the car. "I will speak to your mother about this matter so as not to stress her out more than needed."

Yuuta let out a sigh as he stepped around the car, following his father and his brother towards the house. He paused watching them walk, his legs feeling heavy, as if he couldn't keep up with them.

His brother turned towards him, glaring as he headed inside of their house. Yuuta was familiar with the look, and could read his brother well. 'I know you don't care about the U.A exam, but I do. He wasn't... wrong necessarily. Arata was so concerned about the U.A exam, when Yuuta wasn't even sure if he wanted to take the damn thing. The last thing he wanted was to fall behind his brother and Shouhei, but was he really cut out to be a hero? Would he really be able to pass? His father seemed so sure and yet...

Yuuta had never felt so unsure of anything in his whole life.

~~

Sayuri tapped her uninjured foot as she and her father sat in the waiting room for her results. She glanced to the side to stare at him, surprised by how much older he looked. His arms were crossed, his lips curled into his signature pout and the wrinkles around his red eyes were creased as he kept his brow furrowed.

"So, uh... why did you come instead of Mom?" she asked. She knew her father wasn't one for casual conversation, but the tension was too much for her to handle.

"She's helping a rescue team on the other side of the city," he grumbled.

"Oh... Sorry to pull you from work," she mumbled, knowing how seriously 'Ground Zero' took his work. He was number one for a reason.

"Shut it," he growled. "Don't apologize for bullshit like that."

"R-Right," she stammered, turning to face away from him.

They were silent, the sound of old music echoing through the speakers, crackling in her ear. The last thing she wanted to be was a disappointment to him, though she knew she probably was the moment they discovered she was quirkless.

It wasn't something they usually talked about. In fact, most of the time they avoided it altogether. Shouhei discussed his quirk all the time, especially lately when he'd been readying himself to apply to U.A. Not that any of them were worried. Shouhei was strong; son of the number 1 hero and number 4 hero. He was their pride and joy. Why wouldn't he be?

And then there was her. Quirkless Sayuri. She got good grades since she spent most of her time studying or working on fun tech projects with Kazu. Together they worked on various science projects, occasionally sneaking into Kazu' mother's private lab at his house to fiddle with her unused, scrapped projects.

When they got caught, Melissa usually joined in.

She was passionate about it, mostly. She liked the idea of helping heroes to better use their quirks. But as much as she wanted to let it go, there was a part of her that longed to fight alongside them.

Her eyes glanced to her father's hands, the source of all his power. She bit her lip and wondered what it would feel like to have so much strength at her fingertips. Knowing her, she'd probably explode too many things she wasn't supposed to.

"What?" he said, catching her eyes staring.

"EH?! Nothing!" she snapped, and folded her arms, glancing away from him. Dreaming of having a quirk like her father’s was silly.

Useless.

Forever a dream.

"Bakugou Sayuri?" the doctor said, calling her back into the room. Her father followed behind her. She could hear the murmurs of a few of the nurses, wondering if it was 'actually him, actually Ground Zero'. She was half tempted to yell at them to take a picture, but she knew her father would hate that.

Still, she could feel their stares. Always could feel their stares. It wasn't so bad if she was alone, but if either of her parents were there, she could forget about flying under the radar.

Part of the problem with having famous parents meant she was, in turn, famous too. Infamous maybe was a better word. Ground Zero and Uravity's quirkless daughter; 'a wonder'! More like, something to stare at.

"It seems you have some internal bruising and-"

Next to her she heard the small crackle of tiny explosions and she saw the sparks flying in her father's hand.

"I have to ask you to not use your quirk in here, I apologize, Ground Zero-" the man said, and Katsuki let out a long huff.

"I'll kill the girls who did this."

"Dad... it's fine..."

"It's not fuckin' fine! No one touches my family. No one."

"They're just shitty middle schoolers," she said, clenching her fists over the side of the chair.

"If you're having trouble at school-" the doctor began.

Sayuri rolled her eyes, unable to hold her tongue this time. "What? Do you really think I wouldn't have trouble at school!? I'm the quirkless daughter of Ground Zero and Uravity! You think that would just go untouched? Are you a fucking moron?!" she growled at her doctor. "Let me guess, ice it and use crutches if I can. Got it. We can leave."

"I apologize. I wanted to offer you assistance-"

"Yeah, thanks, but no thanks." She stepped down slowly, leaning against her father so she could walk easier.

"Let's go baby girl," Katsuki muttered, and Sayuri could tell he was holding back his anger.

He was better at it now than she was apparently.

~~

"They did what?!" Momo gasped, pushing her glasses up onto her head as she placed her book down. "And why, Shouto, are you just telling me now?"

"I didn't want you to stress about it. I've already talked to both of them," Shouto said calmly, pulling his shirt over his head.

"I see..." she sighed. "What is Yuuta thinking!? So close to the U.A exam and both him and Shouhei are causing problems?" She shook her head, running her hand down her face. "No wonder Arata told on them."

"I don't know..." Shouto said. "I get the feeling Yuuta doesn't care about the exam much. I think he's only doing it to stay with Shouhei."

"Eh?" Momo blinked. "Really? But Yuuta seems so much better about his quirk lately!"

Ever since he was a young boy, Yuuta struggled with his quirk. He made blue flames, similar to Shouto's, however, oddly enough, they were usually cold to the touch. He could adjust the temperature as he pleased, but that was something he had only come to work on for the past few years or so. For a bit, he struggled with being able to even control turning it on and off, but he'd come a long way since then.

"Yes... but I don't know if he actually wishes to do this."

Momo frowned. "Do you think he feels pressured because of us? I never wanted him to think he had to become a hero! Maybe I said something wrong to him and he felt he had to go to U.A?" She began to babble, like she normally did when she became stressed.

Leaning forward, Todoroki brushed his lips against hers. "Momo," he muttered, cupping her cheeks. "We can talk to Yuuta about it. I want to make sure he knows he can do whatever he pleases. More than anything I never wanted to sway my sons in a certain direction. If this is what they want, I want them to choose this," he said, brushing his thumbs over her cheeks.

"I know," Momo said, and pecked his lips back. "I love you... and I trust you. I know how open you've been with them about their life choices, I just... don't want them to feel any pressure."

"Me neither," he said. The last thing he wanted was to be anything like his own father, and he wanted his sons to feel happy.

"Why do you think he wants to follow Shouhei?" she asked softly. Her lithe fingers trailed up Shouto's arm, gently stroking his skin.

"I think... he might be in love with him. Whether or not he realizes it yet..."

Momo blushed. "Really? You think so!?"

"Mhm, I looked the same way when I was in denial about my feelings for you and someone called me out on them," he confessed.

Momo couldn't contain her laughter. "Oh Shouto. You're so cute." She pecked his lips once more. "Well... it would be certainly interesting if your son and Bakugou-kun's son dated."

"Mmm... yes..." Shouto muttered, a hint of competition in his tone. Being the number 3 hero, Shouto was frequently chasing after Midoriya and Bakugou. The three often rotated their spots depending on the month and various incidents they dealt with.

"It's alright. We'll talk to him and make sure he knows. I don't want him getting in trouble either," she sighed.

"I know. Hence why I didn't want to worry you."

"Mmm..." Momo hummed. "Still, it'll be good for us to sit down with both of them separately to discuss their future plans."

"I think so," Shouto nodded, wrapping his arm around her waist. When it came to his wife, he was always happy to be on the same page.

~~

Ochako knocked on Sayuri's door, while she knew her daughter was trying to to focus on her work, she wanted to speak with her at least for a moment. She apparently hadn't wanted to see her father or her brother, so she ate quietly at the kitchen bar and retreated back to her room, claiming she had too much to study, or so Katsuki told Ochako when she arrived home. She knew there was a technology fair coming up and Sayuri was probably putting a hypothesis together for her and Kazu's potential entry.

Still, she knocked softly, feeling a bit guilty for disturbing her daughter.

"Come in," came her blunt voice.

"Hi sweetheart!" Ochako said, walking over to kiss the top of her head.

"You're home late," she said, not turning to face her mother as she typed furiously on the laptop in front of her.

"Mhm. There were a lot of reports I had to file on today's rescue. Your father told me what happened though. Are you okay?"

"Fine," she said, still typing. "I'm trying to get these ideas sorted right now."

"I know, I can see that. My little scientist lady," she giggled, but stopped when Sayuri still didn't turn to look.

Sometimes, her daughter was so sweet and excited. Her whole face vibrant and full of joy for the things her mind could create. She didn't have a quirk, but she was incredibly brilliant and a fantastic thinker.

And then there were times like this, when Ochako felt like she was talking to brick wall, a smaller version of Katsuki who regressed into his younger self.

"Sweetheart," she sighed, taking a seat on her bed. "I know you don't want to talk to me."

"Good, if you know, we can end this conversation now," she snapped, her fingers hitting the keys a little harder.

Ochako bit her lip. "Sayu-chan..."

"...Sorry Mom..." she mumbled and finally turned her brown eyes towards her mother. She played with the long pieces of blonde hair which rest on her shoulder. "I just... I dunno what you want me to say?"

"What happened?"

Sayuri rolled her eyes. "These two girls kicked me when I wasn't paying attention and... bruised my leg. I can walk and shit so whatever."

Ochako frowned. "I really wish we could convince you to switch schools."

"I have like... two more years there, I think I'll survive. I have Kazu-kun."

"I know you do, love... I just worry about these mean girls. I also worry about your father going to your school and murdering them," she teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Sayuri snorted, giggling at that. "Yeah, he almost blew up the doctor's office today!" she laughed.

"Of course," Ochako said, smiling. "You're his baby girl."

"...I know... Look, Mom... there's nothing I can do about it."

"That's not true!" Ochako said. "When your leg is healed, me and you... we'll train some more, okay?"

"Alright," Sayuri shrugged, as if she thought it wouldn't matter much.

"I'll... leave you to it then."

"Thanks," she said, and bit her lip, turning to look at her. "I'm really okay Mom, okay?"

"I know, sweetie," Ochako nodded, slipping out of her room.

She made her way to her own room, where Katsuki lay in bed, facing the wall. "Katsuki..." Ochako whispered. She slipped her bathrobe off, sliding into bed with him as she pressed her face against his back. "She's hurting... but she won't talk to me..."

"I fucking know..." he growled. "Physically these shitty girls keep hurting her and she just... FUCK!" he yelled, slamming his fist against their bed. The whole thing shook with the two of them in it, and Ochako kissed the back of his neck, hoping to calm him down. "I fuckin' hate this. I hate feeling... useless to help her... I run around all day saving random extras while my own fucking daughter gets kicked to the ground by some stupid, middle school bitches!"

"I know..." Ochako whispered. "We're going to figure it out though, okay?" She trailed her fingers down his bare arm, the pads on her fingertips gently stroking the smooth skin which covered his thick muscles. "We're going to find a way to keep her safe and happy..."

Her hand trembled against his arm as she felt the tears slip down her cheeks. She just wanted her baby girl to be happy. Free from the judgmental eyes of the public and other awful children around her.

"Yeah, we are," Katsuki hissed, and covered her hand with his own, giving it a squeeze. She could tell he only wished they had a more immediate solution.

[gracieheartspedro]

Stuck With Me (Steve Harrington x Reader) PART 4

NOTE: Hey guys! I am working hard on this fic, wanting it to be just right. Thank you for your patience! I have the next chapter whipped up and woooo is it going to be good! Remember, if you want to be tagged, just private message me! I’m also accepting requests for one shots! 

Warnings: unintentional violence, reader being a savage, cussing

Word count: 2935 

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

Hopper drops Eleven off at school that following Monday, and I decide to get out with her saying I’d walk her the rest of the way and walk to school. He smiled and nodded, telling us to both have a good day.

“You don’t have to walk with me.” She mumbles as Hop drives away. I just nod, putting my arm around her shoulder.

“Yeah, well I am. I want to meet your friends anyway,” I state, continuing to walk next to her while every kid on the courtyard stares, “I’m trying to be nice.”

I wanted to get to know her better, so that way I may understand her better. If we were family, we needed to start acting like it. So, that Sunday, while laying up in my room alone, I decided I would change my attitude towards the unfortunate situation and start again with Eleven. Or Jane. Whatever she preferred.

“Jane!” A kid yells from behind us. We turn together and a curly-headed boy with squinty eyes waves our way. But that’s his hair was not what caught my eye at first, it was who was driving him.

Steve.

I laugh out loud as the kid runs towards us, slamming Steve’s door behind him.

“This is Dustin,” Jane says, ignoring my initial reaction.

Steve gets out of his car, hanging onto the door, staring at the little group forming around me.

“You coming?” He yells towards me. I shake my head, smiling.

“Give me a minute.”

Jane introduces me to Dustin and Lucas, saying I’m her new “sister”. Dustin wouldn’t stop staring at me, his chubby face never looking away.

“El!” A voice from beside me says. Black hair, tall, and lanky. This must be Mike Wheeler. He hugs her shoulders, pulling her close. Will followed closely behind him, whispering a small “hello”. As I begin to pick up on what Mike was doing, a red-headed girl approaches Lucas, kissing his cheek. He blushes, and they quietly begin talking to each other.

I return my attention back to Mike and Jane.

“Hey!” I yell, pushing his arm away, “No hands on my little sister, Wheeler.”

This boy thought it was okay to roll his eyes at me. Instead of getting actually angry, I chuckle. He really had balls to be treating me like this, but I had to blow it off. Jane probably told him awful things about me, that’s why he was rude. Or maybe he was just a little prick.

“I’m going, El. You staying after school, or do you want me to come get you after?” I suggest.

“I can get Lucas’ mom to take me.” She says, tucking her hands into her pockets.

“That’s nonsense. I’ll swing by and get you. Hopper may give me a gold star for trying.”

She picks up on the sarcasm and giggles, “An award for not being a bitch.”

Everyone laughs, including me.

“That’s fair. I’ll see you then. Bye, little losers.”

I turn towards Steve, who was smiling at me like a goddamn fool. I jog to the passenger's side door, tugging on the locked handle.

“So?”

He was such an asshole.

“So, I want a ride and you owe me. Unlock the car, King of Hawkins.”

He rolls his eyes with a chuckle, unlocking my door. I slide in, and we take off. I wave towards Jane, and everyone waves back at me. Dustin didn’t look too happy about doing it.

“I take Dustin to school every day now, so….” Steve starts, as he turns into the senior parking lot.

“Why?”

“I was his babysitter… He’s like the little brother I always wanted but never wanted at the same time. I help him out with the ladies.” He explains, pulling into his assigned spot.

“You help him out with the ladies? You good at that? Getting the ladies?” I mock, turning myself to face him. He grins, turning off the car.

“Well, I used to be. But now I’m hooked on this one girl who drives me insane, but I really can’t see myself without her.”

My heart was racing. I smirk, turning to the windshield. Looking out, people were just talking on cars and joking around until the bell rang. I, on the other hand, was about to kiss this fucking boy because he really was getting to me.

“Hooked on her, huh?” I say, still not looking back at him.

“Oh, totally. She doesn’t really like me right now because I’m an idiot and mess things up, but I can’t stop thinking about her.”

I turn back to him, biting my lip.

“I don’t think she hates you, but she does agree that you’re an idiot and mess things up. But I heard she’s forgiving and is turning over a new stone.” I jested, taking his hand in mine. I pull him close, leaning in to meet his lips. When they touch, I couldn’t help but smile into it. He did the same until we began giggling together.

“Let’s get to class, Harrington. We can finish that later.” I release his hand, grabbing my bag from below my feet.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he jokes, doing the same.

I meet him at the back of the car, where he slings his arm over my shoulders. I wrap my arm around his waist, as we walk in. We have to walk by Billy and his wannabes, who stop talking and stare. And just when I think we are in the clear, Billy speaks up.

“Hey Hopper,” he begins, “What does the Chief think of your boy toy? Does he think there’s not enough man to handle you?”

Tommy H. decides to speak up, “I don’t think Harrington can handle those mini-skirts and tight tops.”

Steve was about to say something before I speak up. I nudge Steve’s arm off my shoulder, strutting over to these dumbasses, giving them a show.

Tommy H. was first. His freckled face and ugly nose made me want to vomit. I grab his face, slamming him against Billy’s car with all my might.

“Talk to me like that again, or just in general, and I will punch you so hard your freckles will fly off your fucking face.” I leave a little scratch as my hand leaves his face. I smile at all the shocked event-goers, who are staring at me in awe. Billy though was smirking, enjoying the show.

“As for Little Willy,” I look him up and down, “I know you get off at night thinking of me. You think you stand a chance with me, which is adorable.”

People anticipate what I say next, waiting for the climax.

“But, the thing is… You don’t. You smell like old people. You act like a fucking tool bag, and you generally disgust me. The only way I’d lay naked with you, would be if we were both in the same mass grave.”

That got the ball rolling.

“Steve is more of a man you’ll ever be. At least he doesn’t need to show off his six-pack to get girls. His face is the main attraction. You wish you could relate. Because every time I see your face, I am reminded that God has a great sense of humor.”

Everyone in his crew yells, laughing their asses off. I turn, looking over at Steve who is completely impressed. But before I take my final bow, I decide to look back at Billy’s defeated face.

“And one last thing,” the crowd gets silent, “If you want to mention my uncle to me again, he will gladly make a visit to your dad. I heard Neil is good at keeping things in line.”

The bell rings, and Steve grabs my hand to drag me away from the situation. We walk hand-in-hand, but adrenaline is still pumping through my veins. The late bell rings 5 minutes after the initial bell, so I drag Steve to my locker quickly. As I grab my English materials, I realize something.

“Shit…” I mumble, slamming my locker, “Nancy and Jonathan are in my first period.”

Steve looks down at me, pushing my hair behind my ear, “Just apologize. They will understand why you lashed out. They are good friends, just say something to them. If you leave it be for too long then it’ll just get worse.”

I nod, sucking on my bottom lip. “You’re right.”

“I know I am.” He chuckles, grabbing my waist to pull me in for what I’m guessing is a kiss. Before he could, the principal walks by, eyeing us both.

“Later,” I say, pecking his cheek. I pull out of his grip, and jog down the hall, pushing through crowds. I had to make it before class started.

When I make it into the room, I see Nancy and Jonathan sitting together, quietly talking. They look my way, as I travel towards them.

“Hey, guys…”

“Hey,” Jonathan says, “H-how are you?”

“I’m… good. Listen, I just wanted to apologize for Friday. You two got the brunt of my rage, and it wasn’t fair. I am truly sorry.”

They both glance at each other, shrugging their shoulders in sync.

“We weren’t really mad. You’re right,” Nancy began, “My parents don’t really give a shit and Joyce hovers over Will. But for a good reason.”

I nod, accepting that it’s none of my business. “That’s fair. I won’t press it, just know I’m sorry for even thinking it.”

I glance at Jonathan who just nods and smiles. “It’s fine, Hopper.”

With that, class began. I notice that Billy sits in the back, all alone and away from his friends. I could only imagine why. Class flew by without incident, and I traveled to my next period with Nancy at my side. We chatted about random things before I spot Steve. She takes the hint and continues to her class alone, waving me a goodbye.

The rest of the day consisted of Steve making jokes about the morning interaction with Billy, and grabbing my hand a lot. He wouldn’t even work on his classwork because he was so distracted by me. It was cute. It was easy to be around him, our conversations just flowed. When lunch rolled around, we decided to cease the nice weather and sit on his car and eat. After about 5 minutes of chatting, Jonathan and Nancy join us. We all talk around the car, munching on sandwiches. I don’t even notice Nancy’s glare behind me until I hear loud footsteps. I look back as Mike and Will are running towards us at full speed.

“Guys!” Mike yells, finally reaching the car. He was completely panicked and out of breath, “El… El she’s having a meltdown.”

I didn’t need to know more to start running behind them, following them to Jane. They must’ve had been having a recess or something because middle schoolers observed all of us running towards the soccer fields from across the street.

She stood there, staring into the woods that lined the property. I was out of breath and tired, but I knew I had to do something.

Mike started trailing behind me as I got closer to her, but I knew somehow that it wouldn’t be a good idea for him to be close. I glance over at Nancy who holds Mike back, to his dismay. I slowly get closer to her, looking back to see Steve, Jonathan, Nancy, and her friends watching me closely. I didn’t even know what I was going to do, and to be frank, I was terrified.

When I face her, her eyes are wide opened and tentative.

“El?” I ask softly, kneeling to get on her level, “Hey… It’s me.”

“Y/N… It’s coming…” She mumbles, not looking at me.

“What is?”

“The darkness. It’s coming.”

She finally looks at me, her eyes focused on my face. She looks petrified like she saw into nightmare.

“What does it want?” Is all I can think of to say.

“You.”

In that instant, my airways become constricted. I feel like someone is choking me as all the air leaves my chest. I close my eyes, clawing at my neck.

Just breathe!

I watch as blood drips down Jane’s nose. I turn, my vision becoming blurry. Everyone rushes towards me, trying to get ahold of the situation.

Once Nancy grabs Jane, pulling her out of the trance, I finally inhale. My lungs ache as I regain my breathing, so I sit on the grass. Steve pulls me into his lap, as I just inhale and exhale loudly. I watch as Mike holds Jane close to his chest, rubbing her back.

“Call my uncle,” I say hoarsely, trying to stand. I feel weak and winded like I couldn’t function my legs.

“Come on.” Jonathan extends his hand to help me up. Steve gets up along with me, steadying me by holding my waist.

“I’m going to bring her to the nurse to lay her down,” Mike says, basically holding Jane up by himself.

“No,” I begin, turning towards Steve, “Can you take us home?”

He nods, “Yeah, yeah of course.”

I look back at Mike, “Help her to Steve’s car.”

He doesn’t say anything, just continues up to the senior parking lot. Jonathan tells Dustin, Lucas, Lucas’ alleged girlfriend, and Will to head back to class.

We reach the car as quickly as we can. I regained my posture and breathing. Steve unlocks his car, helping Jane into the car.

“What did she say to you?” Nancy asks, her face painted with worry.

“That a Darkness was coming,” I mutter, rubbing my achy neck.

“Why?”

“She said…”

“Because of you!” Mike’s voice rings through the quiet air. I turn to him, dumbfounded.

“What did I even do?!” I yell back. Arguing with a middle schooler in front of your peers was embarrassing but I was sick of his attitude already.

“I don’t know but ever since you got here, her abilities have warped into something completely different. She is distant and quieter and it’s your fault!”

I step closer to the boy, grabbing his arm. I pull him close, my anger sort of getting the best of me.

“Stop talking to me like that,” I begin, my teeth clenched, “We will figure this out but I don’t need your trash mouth going every 10 seconds.”

Without another word, I storm to the passenger side of Steve’s car. Nancy pulls back on Mike’s hoodie as I demand Steve to leave. I look in the backseat and see Jane sprawled out, her eyes heavy, but still open.

“We are going to get you to Hop, okay?” I say softly, as Steve peels out of the parking lot. I reach to the back, taking Jane’s hand, “We are going to figure this out.”

She just nods, closing her eyes and resting her head on the seat. I turn to Steve who glances at me with a sad expression. I take his one hand off the steering wheel, gripping it tightly in my lap. He squeezes every so often, reassuring me.

“You want me to go to the station, right?” He questions, turning down Main Street.

I nod, even though I know he doesn’t see me, “Hopefully he’s at lunch and by himself.”

Soon enough we pull into the parking lot of the station. His truck is sat in his normal spot, and I see some officers eating on the benches outside. Thank God.

“I’ll carry her in,” Steve mutters, unbuckling himself. I get out of the car, helping Steve on the other side. Jane wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him close. For the first time, it wasn’t about him being afraid of her. It was about her feeling safe. He holds her bridal style, not saying anything. We get odd glances by the officers, but I ignore them, opening the door for Steve to take Jane inside.

I see Flo sitting at her desk, eating a salad.

“Can we go back?” I ask simply. Even if she said no, I would go back. She furrows her eyebrows at Jane and Steve, before looking back at me.

“Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she’s just sick. We….” Steve starts to trip up, “We are here to get her insurance card and take her to the doctors. Hopper said we could stop in.”

She takes the lie, gesturing us to head back. I jog to Hopper’s office, the door slightly cracked. I open it up, inhaling the smell of his cigarettes. He’s looking at a paper before he takes notices to us three.

“What’s wrong?” He stands up, pushing his chair farther back.

“She…” I didn’t know how to explain it.

“She had an episode. She choked Y/N. She said something is coming back.”

Hopper helps Steve set her down on the couch in the corner of the office. She comes to, holding her arms out to my uncle. He hugs her, rubbing her back. Steve stands back, reaching for my hand. We stand there in silence until Hop pulls Jane back, to look at her face.

“Hey…” He says softly, “What is coming back?”

She swallows, “I don’t know. I just saw this… fog? It was trying to wrap up Y/N. I didn’t mean to choke her, I was trying to get it off her.”

Hopper glances back at me. I just tilt my head back, pulling Steve’s hand to my lower back.

He returns his eyes to Jane’s. “We will just do what we always do.”

“Which is what?” I coax. Steve squeezes my hand.

“Fight.”

-

[littlemindblabbles]

The Bet

Pairing: Wonwoo x Junhui

Prologue I Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20

New school, new me. Fresh start, don’t ruin it Wen Junhui. Smiling, he gave himself encouragement through his reflection in the mirror. No Junhui wasn’t blind, he was well aware he was not attractive at all, especially by high school standards. But he was never really concerned about his appearance, since what’s on the inside truly mattered anyway.

However, it was his first day in a new high school, maybe first impressions do matter. It was too late to change anything about him now, oh well. On top of being a new transfer, he was also in an utterly new environment. He had taken the initiative to learn some basic Korean six months before moving so that he could at least understand some simple conversations. Having been a child actor in China, he was home-schooled most his life. So Junhui’s parents decided that their son needed more socializing, and entering a school in China may be too difficult since everyone knew him, off to Korea he went.

So now, at eighteen, living alone and about to head to his first high school. Nervous didn’t even begin to cover what Junhui felt, his hands were sweaty, he had cold sweat and his heart was pumping excruciatingly loud.

As he walked into school, all conversation ceased and hundred pairs of eyes turned to him. Despite already expecting this sort of reaction, Junhui could not help but walk a little faster to the principal’s office. He thanked his lucky stars that he had gone there the previous week, since he was absolutely sure he was too nervous to form any sort of coherent sentence at the moment. 

“Hello there Junhui, nice to meet you again! Here’s your schedule and I have attached a map to it so you can find your way around easily. Unless you would like a student guide? I can get anything arranged for you immediately, just say the word.” Principal Park exclaimed a little too brightly. Junhui grimaced, his best bet would be that his principal had googled him over the weekend, his behavior towards him seemed too helpful. Hopefully the students would not find out so soon, after all it’s been years since he’s acted anyways, and he could not take more of those slightly-judging glares he received in the hallways just now.

“Thank you Principal Park, I’m perfectly fine right now, I’ll be sure to speak to you if I have any concerns. Best if I could start heading for me first lesson, I’m still not really sure of the route you see.” Junhui mumbled out his excuse before bolting out of the office.

True enough, he did take a rather usually long time to locate his first class, but he did so without needing to ask any other student yet. Math was the first lesson, Junhui hoped he would not be that lost since numbers should be the same in every country right? 

Junhui decided to take a sit next to a guy who looked like he was already dozing off. With light brown hair, Junhui couldn’t really tell since he was sitting down, but the student looked quite small. As he pulled the chair out though, the guy jerked out of his slumber and looked at Junhui. 

“Hey, you look new, you don’t happen to be the new transfer student everyone’s talking about right?” Yawning, his table partner glanced at Junhui expectantly.

“Oh yes, I am the transfer student. I’m Wen Junhui, I came from China by the way.” The student raised a brow,

“I’m Lee Jihoon. Your Korean's pretty good, I didn’t expect that from a foreigner.” 

“Thanks, I learnt quite a bit before I moved, so I wouldn’t be that lost. Since I’m new here, is there anything I should know about the school? Maybe some sort of haunted toilet?” Junhui asked, curious to know about the culture of his new school more than anything. Jihoon laughed, his uninterested face looked a lot less scary when he smiled.

“Well, I don’t know much about haunted toilets, but I think the students here are generally pretty nice. Hate to brag but I’m dating one of the more popular guys, so I hang around them and the rest of the student body don’t really bother us. If you want, you can come sit with us during break, I’m sure Soonyoung would want to meet you, he’s been very excited about the transfer student, goodness knows why.” Jihoon rolled his eyes, but he had a certain fond look on his face, leaving Junhui to guess that this ‘Soonyoung’ must be the mentioned boyfriend. But also being invited to sit at the popular table on the first day? Junhui must have saved a country in his previous life. Nodding vigorously, he began to already wish it was lunchtime.

“It’s actually a pretty big group, around 12 of us. But they’re all mostly nice, their bark is worse than their bite, trust me.” Jihoon chattered on as the both of them made their way to the cafeteria. Junhui gulped, 12 guys? Time to put those Korean conversational phrases to good use.

“Hey guys, here’s the new transfer, I invited him to join us for lunch okay. Be nice to Junhui okay. Junhui this is Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Jisoo, Minghao, Mingyu, Seokmin, Seungkwan, Hansol, Chan and my annoying boyfriend, Soonyoung.” 

“What do you mean Jihoonie? I know you love me. And we’re always nice; Hi Junhui!! Nice to meet you.” A bright, bouncy, energetic boy with black hair jumped out to shake his hand. He was the complete opposite of Jihoon, who looked like he was debating between giving Soonyoung a hug and running away from him.

“Oh before you ask, and it’s also pretty obvious anyway. Jeonghan and Seungcheol are together, as well as Minghao and Mingyu and also Seungkwan and Hansol. Wonwoo is the last one in our group, but he isn’t here yet - oh wait, there he is.” Jihoon trailed off before waving to someone behind them. Junhui braced himself, before turning around to meet the last member of his new friend group.

Oh shit.

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Yoongi had successfully followed you home that night to your dismay. When your mother stopped her task at hand to greet you, the shock on her face caused you to groan. Yoongi’s introduction didn’t help the situation at all. Thinking about what he said and how calmly he said it still brought heat to your face.

-

“Hello, my name’s Min Yoongi and I’m your daughters soon to be boyfriend. Nice to meet you.”

He didn’t bother with a smile, just his neutral straight face. That didn’t seem to phase your mother who all but sprinted to the door, analysing your guest.

“Soon to be? Boyfriend?! Y/N, why have you not told me about this sooner?! Were you waiting until you started dating to tell me? I thought we were closer than that!”

At this exact moment, your older brother happened to make his way down the stairs clad in a similar tracksuit to Yoongi.

“Hey, do you know where the toilet plunger is? I kind of clogged up the toil...et.”

You wanted to smack his head against the wall. How embarrassing can one individual be? Scratch that. Why is he even here?

“Oh my gosh, shut up B/N! Why the heck are you here!? You’re supposed to be in college!”

He looked offended, even going as far as to place a hand to his chest and make a shocked face.

“Hey, you punk... who do you think you’re talking to? Your older brother happens to be really sick, you shouldn’t be treating me like this.”

He made his way towards you and wrapped an arm around your neck, effectively trapping you in a headlock.

“And who is this kid?”

He nodded his head in Yoongi’s direction, causing said boy to raise an eyebrow.

“I’m your sisters boyfriend.” You had been scratching at your brothers arms, attempting to free yourself when his words made you cease your actions. You and your brother simultaneously shrieked, you in horror and your brother in disbelief. Forcefully ripping his arm off of you, you turned to Yoongi with wide eyes.

“Yoongi, what the fu-“

“You’re dating my sister?! Are you out of your mind!?”

You snapped your head back towards your brother, shooting a dark glare at him.

“What is that supposed to mean!?”

A hand suddenly gripped your forearm, pulling you towards a body. Looking up, you came face to face with none other than Yoongi and his smirk.

He proceeded to wrap an arm around your shoulders, forcing you to turn and face your mother and brother.

“I’ll take care of her, don’t worry.”

Your mother had no expression on her face. Your brother on the other hand looked as if he had received all the answers to the worlds secrets.

“He’s not my boyfriend, he’s just kidding.”

“Okay, maybe not yet but I do want to be. I’m not going to deny that.”

“I approve.”

Your eyes grew as wide as saucers at the words that rolled of your mothers tongue.

“Aren’t you supposed to be against this!?”

“Yoongi seems like a nice boy and you two definitely go well together. If anything, the only one who has a problem with this seems to be you.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Was this really your mother? The same strict mother you had grown up with? Surely not.

“Is dating me really that bad?”

Yoongi had an eyebrow raised, anticipating your answer and you stuttered over your words.

“N-No! Yes! I- uh... maybe?”

He simply grinned at you, understanding how you actually felt.

-

It was now exactly a week after said incident and you had not visited Yoongi since. It wasn’t so much that you didn’t want to, you just happened to be so absorbed with your task of catching Mi-Rae.

“I know Yoongi knows something about this whole thing...”

Mumbling to yourself, you groaned and dropped your head to your desk, moaning in pain straight after.

“You’ll lose more brain cells if you do that and you need to save them. You lost enough as a kid.”

Your brothers deep voice travelled from your bedrooms doorway and your head snapped up to glare at him.

“What do you want? When are you going back to college?”

He entered your room fully and sat himself down on your bed, leaning against the wall.

“Soon. Anyway, I’m doing my job as an older brother. I’m here to talk about your boyfriend.”

Your straight face remained on your face at his words and he took this as his cue to go on.

“Listen, it’s cute that you got a boyfriend and all but don’t let him make you cry.”

You rolled your eyes, having some kind of idea where he was going with the conversation.

“Let me guess... or you’ll beat him up?”

His eyes widened and he blinked twice in confusion.

“What? No way! That’s way too much effort and time wasted. You’re my sister but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to give my precious time just because you can’t handle yourself.”

You should have known better. Your brother was the laziest person you had ever encountered. It was a wonder how he had gotten this far in life.

“Wow... how lucky am I to have a brother like you.”

The fact that you said this in monotone should have given away the fact that this was sarcasm but your brother had lived with you long enough to know how deal with it.

“I know right. Gosh, it’s a wonder why I don’t have a girlfriend right now. I’m so caring and handsome and smart and-“ As he began to list off all the traits he was not, he stood from your bed and exited the room, counting his fingers with each trait as he did so.

“He’s not blood related. That’s got to be the answer...”

How were you related to such a person?

-

The next day you entered school, you were approached by Yura during break. She had a small smile present on her face as she joined you and Suhyun.

“Hey Y/N. Hello... Suhyun?” At Suhyun’s smile she introduced herself before bringing up the topic of Mi-Rae.

“I heard you got Mi-Rae excluded. Honestly, I’m glad. But that’s not what I’m here to talk about. It’s about Yoongi’s past with Mi-Rae.”

Your eyes almost fell out of their sockets at Yura’s words and your heart suddenly clenched. Trying to disguise your sudden pain, you picked up your water bottle, nodding and taking a big gulp from it.

“It’s not what you think it is. Yoongi didn’t always attend our school. He only transferred almost three years ago. The thing is, Mi-Rae also attended his first school. I heard she managed to get him into serious trouble to the point where he was expelled and forced to move to another school. Our school.”

To think Yoongi and Mi-Rae had known each other for that long. You never would have guessed.

“Around a year later, her father became the principal and so she transferred to our school too. It was well known that Mi-Rae liked Yoongi despite what she put him through. Obviously, she tried to befriend him and Yoongi rejected her. This all happened in the lunch hall and so almost everyone had witnessed it. Mi-Rae must have been really humiliated since she stormed out and began to abuse her fathers power, probably trying to replace her ruined reputation with one of intimidation.”

Well, that certainly wasn’t a story you expected to hear today.

“Oh, but why are you telling me this?” Yura cast her gaze down towards the table.

“You’ve probably figured out that Yoongi isn’t telling you anything that might help you.”

You made eye contact with Suhyun, who nodded slowly and commented for you.

“Yeah, he seems to know a lot but doesn’t really say anything.”

Yura lifted her gaze up, sighing.

“It’s because he can’t. If he does, one word from Mi-Rae to her father and Yoongi’s kicked out of our school. With his reputation, I can guarantee you no other school will accept him. Basically, Mi-Rae can end Yoongi’s school life with a click of her fingers.”

Anger enveloped your body and you clenched your fists, glaring at nothing in particular.

“No wonder Yoongi is acting like that...”

Just as Yura opened her mouth to ask what you were talking about, the bell signalling the end of break rang and you jumped up fro your seat.

“I’ll see you later.”

Offering a tense smile to both girls, you headed straight for your classroom, Suhyun jogging to catch up.

Yoongi has been urging you to catch Mi-Rae because he himself can’t get involved. In other words, he wants you to help him get out of the situation Mi-Rae has put him in.

-

“You failed to tell me that you can’t get involved with this whole situation.”

You were currently walking home after school with Yoongi who had decided to wait at the gates for you. Suhyun had made the decision to stay behind in the library and work on an essay leaving you to walk alone with Yoongi. Surprisingly, he wasn’t wearing one of his many tracksuits and instead opted for some skinny jeans, a black t-shirt and a giant parka jacket.

“I didn’t need to. You were taking care of it anyway.” He shrugged his shoulders, an apathetic look on his face.

“What if I made one wrong choice? Then you would be out of school for good.”

You had reached the café you were so fond of and found yourself following Yoongi inside.

“I know you won’t. Besides, it’s almost over.”

That you could agree upon. With Mi-Rae consistently lying about her whereabouts on the day of the fire, you were sure to find some way to prove Yoongi innocent.

“Yeah but in all honesty I don’t know how to end this...”

Standing beside Yoongi in the line, you scanned the menu for today’s drink.

“What do you mean?”

At this point you had both reached the till and ordered your drinks, both being hot chocolates. Making your way over to the window seat you found yourself occupying quite a bit, you continued your conversation.

“I’ve managed to catch Mi-Rae in her lies but that’s about it. I don’t have any evidence tying her to the incident. In other words, I don’t know where to go from here.”

Yoongi sipped his drink, humming in understanding.

“I can’t really help you there either. I guess it’s all down to luck now...”

You hoped that wasn’t the case. You were not exactly the luckiest person.

“Yeah...”

After finishing your drinks and making small talk here and there, you parted ways with Yoongi and made your own way home.

Upon entering your house, you were immediately greeted with the sight of your older brother carrying an armful of snacks up the stairs. He was halfway up when your entrance stopped him, a look of shock flashing on his face.

“What are yo- is that my food!? I swear if you don’t get back down here I’m going to shove those crisps up your ass!”

Needless to say, you spent the next ten minutes wrestling your brother for food.

-

Another week flew by and you began to feel anxious. As usual, you had hit another dead end and no new progress had been made. If anything you were beginning to get fed up of feeling useless. Little did you know that that was all about to change.

It was when you were seated on your usual lunch table that everything took a sudden u-turn for the best. Suhyun came sprinting towards you, a grin present on her face.

“Someone stepped forward as a witness! They said Mi-Rae was the cause of the fire!”

You shot up out of your seat so fast you almost tumbled back onto the floor. The news was so sudden it almost seemed unrealistic.

“Who?!”

Suhyun waved her hand in dismissal.

“Some boy named Choi Beom. No one we know. Apparently, he’s one of those quiet kids, you know... the ones that just do work and don’t really bother with socialising. He said he couldn’t study properly in our school and wanted to return to his own. I guess he thinks the faster the culprit is caught, the faster they return back to their own school.”

A giant grin broke out onto your face and you had to refrain from shouting out in the lunch hall. No matter how happy you were you did not need everyone staring at you.

“That means-“

You were cut off when the vibration of your phone caught your attention. Right after, someone else’s phone went off along with another until the lunch hall was filled with phones buzzing.

“What’s going on?”

Suhyun’s eyebrows furrowed together when she too received a message and you both opened your phones, the unknown id piquing your curiosity.

Inside the message was a video that made your jaw, along with Suhyuns, drop.

“That’s Mi-Rae...”

Obviously, the fact that Mi-Rae was in the video wasn’t the reason for your shock but rather the fact that she was quite boldly setting alight fireworks in a classroom.

“That’s classroom 2-c!” The random shout from somewhere within the hall made you snap your head up.

If you recalled correctly, classroom 2-c was...

“That’s the classroom where the fire started!”

Another shout from another student caused the hall to erupt into conversation.

There it is. There’s your evidence.

The question is who sent it?

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