#my nervous system is freaking WEAK I get funny feelings so easily

[dollya-robinprotector]

I honestly threw up from just playing (rushing) through Penacony story map.

Genshin and even Star rail are HELL for me, I have to take a break every freaking ten minute because apparently going from floor to wall to ceiling is torture to my nervous system. Gosh even with the minimum motion setting.... Feel like car sick. Now I remember why I don't actually "play" it often I just open it and auto through daily mission. Ough the funny rumbling in my stomach and my head spin awawawaa-

[chokememrstark]

A Day Off // Winterspider

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Summary: Peter watches a fun game between Tony, Steve and Bucky escalate and doesn't really like where this is going. When he notices Bucky looks more and more tired, he decides to step in and be part of the game too - but unlike Tony and Steve, he wants Bucky to have fun and enjoy a day off.

Warnings: background stucky and winteriron (non-explicit though), winter soldier!bucky, fluff, fairs

Note: It's important to note that Bucky and Winter basically switch in this story randomly - there is no real indicator, one morning he will wake up as Bucky, the next as Winter. This story involves Winter and Peter.

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Peter enjoys that Bucky lives at the compound now, it always means his visits become more fun. There are some things that are a bit difficult at first, for example that Bucky isn’t always Bucky, but Peter gets used to that pretty quickly. He can easily spot if he deals with Bucky or with Winter, who is far more quiet and reticent and at times very grumpy, but Peter doesn’t mind. When he deals with Winter he talks less and is more serious, when he deals with Bucky there is more joking around and laughing. He likes both though and both still go to the training area with him for his usual training sessions, the only difference is that with Winter, Peter has to actually be careful because he’s not holding back as much as Bucky does.

When the joke with the magnets starts, everyone is rather amused at first, even Peter. One day, Tony accidentally stuck a magnet to Bucky’s metal arm, which ended in a game where they all tried to stick as many magnets as possible on his arm without Bucky noticing. Bucky doesn’t mind, he actually finds it very funny how they try to sneak behind him and doesn’t try to stop them.

Then, one day, there’s just a single magnet on Bucky’s arm, one that says “Property of Steve”. Both Tony and Peter, who is over at the time, are confused, until Steve just drags Bucky off with him. This marks the beginning of a new game, one which Peter watches without participating, not quite sure what to make of it.

Over the next couple of weeks, Steve and Tony pretty much trip over their own feet to stick their name onto Bucky’s arm first every day, which ends up with the one succeeding “owning” him for that day. Bucky doesn’t seem to mind - and surprisingly, Winter doesn’t either - but Peter notices that, over the weeks, Bucky seems more and more tired. Peter knows the relationship between the three is a bit complicated and that they both have something going on with Bucky, so the owning game kind of makes sense, he guesses, but he doesn’t really like it. At all.

So, one day when Peter stays over the weekend, he sneaks out of his room early and into Bucky’s, putting his own magnet onto his arm. An hour later everyone else gets up and both Tony and Steve want to “claim” Bucky, only to realize there already is a claim on him. A magnet that says: ‘Property of Peter, hands off!’. Tony and Steve share a confused look, both dropping their magnets, when Peter walks over to them.

“Guess he’s mine for the day,” he says with a smile and drags Bucky away, only that it’s not Bucky today. Coincidence or not, Peter managed to claim Winter for the day, but he doesn’t mind.

“What did you do?” Winter asks when Peter leads him through the common area and towards the elevator, not quite understanding what is going on.

“I decided to play the game too,” Peter shrugs, taking Winter’s metal hand to keep pulling him forward. “We will spend the day together today, I promise you’ll like it.”

Winter, who is used to be dragged off to the bedroom after a claim has been made on him for the day instead of the elevator, just keeps looking confused.

“Don’t you want to stay?”

“Nope,” Peter smiles and presses the lobby button once they are in the elevator. “We’ll go out today, I have a surprise for you. I’m sure you’ll like it.”

Peter’s surprise turns out to be a trip to Coney Island. They catch several glances on the subway and trams they use, but while Winter is mostly silent and confused about the whole ordeal, Peter not once loses his smile, holding onto him to make sure they aren’t getting separated. When they arrive, however, Winter finally breaks his silence.

“What are we doing here?” he asks, looking slightly uncomfortable with the amount of people around them.

“Tony and Steve keep tiring you out,” Peter says seriously and looks up at him. “I just want you to have some fun for a day, you know? I’ve been here with my aunt a few years ago, it’s really great and there are so many things to do.” And before Winter can complain, Peter starts dragging him along.

They simply walk around for a while, looking at the attractions around them, until Peter spots one of the roller coasters, literally starting to pull on Winter’s arm.

“We have to go on that one!” he says excitedly, pretty much jumping up and down next to the other. “It’s so much fun and so fast!”

Winter looks up, reads the sign which says ‘Coney Island Cyclone’ and frowns.

“Are you sure about this?” he wants to know and Peter nods eagerly. It’s barely five minutes before they stand in line, Winter rather stiff and unsure about what’s going to happen and Peter excited like a child on Christmas. In a way, this is kind of the same for him.

Once they are seated - somehow they managed to get the front seats, of course next to each other - Peter grins from ear to ear. “Last time I was too short for this, I’m so excited to finally ride it!” he exclaims and laughs. As the ride starts, he clings to Winter with one arm and has the other steady himself.

There is a lot of screaming from Peter’s side when they finally go down and much less from Winter, who is simply pressed into his seat and stares at the track in front of them, but it’s obvious that Peter enjoys it very much. It doesn’t take long before Winter relaxes at least a little bit and when the ride is over, he looks at Peter as if to ask what he thinks. The boy beams at him with pure joy.

“That. Was. Fucking. Awesome!” he states and laughs happily, his cheeks slightly pink from screaming and the adrenaline going through his system. After they leave, he hooks up with Winter’s metal arm again, who doesn’t try to pull away this time. It’s as if he accepted that Peter feels safer this way in the crowded place and that’s kind of nice, actually.

As they walk through the place a bit more, Peter suddenly gets curious and looks up at him. “You had county fairs back in the 40s too, right?” he asks. “Did you ever went to one?”

Winter has to think about that for a while before he nods. “A few times, but they were smaller. Not so many people. And not so loud.”

“What kind of attractions did you have back then?”

“Mostly lucky wheels or freak shows,” Winter says and shrugs. “Usually you would take out a girl to them and eat bad hot dogs or try to fight against the strong guy to impress her.”

“The strong guy?” Peter asks curious and tilts his head.

“There was always one place with a ring and some guy who was very strong and some pretty girl asking people to ‘try your luck against Samson’ or similar things. And if you went there with your date, saying no was out of question because she would have thought you were weak. So the boys went into the ring, got their ass handed to them and left to be comforted by them.”

“That sounds pretty dumb,” Peter chuckles and shakes his head. “Glad we won’t have to do that today.”

“Me too,” Winter says and for a moment it looks like he will laugh, but he doesn’t. Peter shrugs and looks around to find a place to eat something.

“They got pizza here, do you want some?”

“If you are hungry, we can eat.”

So, they end up at a place that sells pizza, sitting in the sun while they eat and still, Peter smiles like it’s the best day of his life. He talks about other things they have here, like the big ferris wheel and the auto skooter and the ice skating area. He also mentions several booths where people can win prizes for things like tossing balls or shooting, which actually makes Winter turn his head.

“Shooting?”

“Oh yes,” Peter grins and nods. “They have a booth near the end, you get a number of shots and the more you hit, the bigger the prize you get. I never manage to get more than 50 points, though.”

“Do you want to try it again?” Winter asks and Peter’s grin broadens even more.

“I’d love to!” he says excited. “I’m sure you’d be so good at it, you’d probably get all the points!”

There is something like a smile on Winter’s face for a split second before he nods and finishes his pizza. “We can go there if you want to,” he agrees, making Peter almost jump up with joy.

Once they are both done, they head towards the booth Peter mentioned. On the way, Peter gets them both some ice cream, accompanied with the words ‘It’s hot and we should stay cool, right?’. Winter just nods and takes the offered treat, allowing Peter to hook back up with his arm so they can continue. At this point, he barely registers the looks they get anymore or reacts to them. He is more calm and far less nervous than he was when they arrived, which ultimately reflects on Peter, who seems to be in a rather peaceful mood himself.

They spot the booth shortly before they finished their ice cream and decide to stand back and watch a few others try their luck at first, with Peter explaining the whole thing.

“Not every target gives the same points, you have to go for the moving ones, okay?” He says and smiles up at Winter. “The birds give 100 points each, the ducks give 80. Most people go for the ones that don’t move, but they only give 10 to 20 points.”

“What do you get when you hit the highest targets?” Winter asks and Peter chuckles.

“One of those, for example,” he grins and points at the huge stuffed bears hanging from a wall of the booth. “They are 1000 points each, but barely anyone gets that much. The birds are really fast…”

Winter nods, but doesn’t answer. Instead, he watches someone start a new game, his eyes glued onto the targets. Peter observes him closely and notices the way Winter shifts, as if he’s preparing himself. He figures that’s exactly what’s happening.

Five minutes later, Winter finally nods. “I will try.”

They approach the booth once everyone else is done and Winter takes the rifle, barely listening to the man who gives him instructions. Finally, the signal sounds that starts a new round and Peter watches in awe how Winter aims and shoots. Every single shot hits one of the fast moving birds, all ten of them giving him full points. Peter’s eyes are wide and sparkling by the time he’s done.

“That was so cool!” he exclaims and suddenly hugs Winter tight. “You’re awesome!”

The man running the booth looks baffled when Winter puts the rifle back down and turns to him. He clearly didn’t expect someone to be as good as he was.

“W-Wow, that’s… that’s a rare one,” the man says and gulps. “So, for 1000 points you can pick anything you want.”

“A bear,” Winter immediately says and points towards the displayed ones. The man looks defeated when he walks over and cuts one of them off its hook, handing it to him.

“Congrats,” he says, but he doesn’t sound like he’s happy about giving this away.

Winter takes the bear and turns to Peter, handing it to him. “For you,” he says.”

Peter’s face lights up. “Are you serious?” he asks, taking the bear completely stunned. It’s almost as big as Peter is himself.

“You said you never got one,” Winter says quietly and Peter suddenly hugs the bear.

“I didn’t! Thank you so much!” The boy is absolutely delighted and holds the bear as tight as he possibly can. “I love it and I’ll take good care of it, I promise!”

Winter nods, his apparent nervousness fading away. They leave, this time without Peter holding onto him because he needs both arms for the huge bear he carries.

The rest of their visit is similarly amusing, even though Winter refuses to go on the second roller coaster ride with Peter. Instead, he watches over the bear, watching Peter enjoy his ride. Afterwards, they get some candy and eventually get onto the auto skooter too, but this time Peter asks one of the employees to watch over the bear because he really wants Winter to come with him.

When they get back to the compound, it’s late in the afternoon and Peter looks the happiest he’s ever been, still holding onto his bear Winter got for him and smiling brightly.

“Did you enjoy your day off?” he asks once they are back in the common room and finally sit down again.

“It was very nice, thank you for this,” Winter answers, watching Peter - who totally uses the bear as a pillow and sits on its lap at the other side of the couch.

“I had a lot of fun today,” Peter smiles happily. “And if you ever want to go again, I’m going to win a bear for you too.”

At this, Winter’s lips suddenly jerk and he actually smiles at the boy. “I would like that, yes.”

Peter’s eyes sparkle so much when he throws himself forward and hugs Winter again, tight and long. “I can’t wait!” he laughs and kisses Winter’s cheek. “But you have to show me how to aim like you do first.”

“I will happily do that,” Winter says, almost softly, and pats Peter’s back carefully.

The rest of the day they spend talking before Peter has to go back home, of course taking the bear with him. After this, he makes a decision to make sure he can take the other out from time to time, so they can have some fun together. He really likes WInter - and Bucky - and even though it’s hard to tell whether Winter actually enjoyed it or not, he knows the smile he gave him was genuine. And that really gives him some hope.

[choisgirls]

What if the mysmes bunch +Saeran +V find out MC has an illness (can't think of a specific example) that meant they were constantly at a hospital (also MC is terrified of hospitals)

A/N: im afraid of hospitals until im actually admitted then im like yeah okay im here, /fantastic/.Also, I tried to be kind of broad and diverse? But I only know like one ofthese on a personal level so i hope nothing is completely off the wall ~Admin404

*YOOSUNG:

           -I think he’d be afraid of hospitalsas well

           -I mean pet hospitals are different!!That’s for pets! Hospitals deal with people! And he’S A PERSON!

           -He COMPLETELY gets your fear, buthe’s gotta be tough for you!!! Gotta be the man!!

           -HE HOVERS OVER YOU ALL THE TIME

           -“MC don’t move, ill getit!” “I’ll fluff your pillow!” “Want a different tvchannel?? IVE GOT IT”

           -You’ve been going through chemotherapybut that doesn’t mean you can’t moVE YOOSUNG PLEASE

           -If you cry because you’re scared,he’s there crying with you

           -But!!! He surrounds you with TONSof plush toys, and brings you food his mum he’s made

           -MR. BEAR IS GOING TO PROTECT YOU,MC, HE’S GONNA DO IT!

           -And honestly his innocence is socute? And gets your mind off of the fear? He’s always making some cutecraft thing with you, or telling you all about his LOLOL game (even brings alaptop for you to play with him when he has to go home!!) He isn’t very good atthe whole comforting aspect but he loves you and tries so hard for you!! ;A;

*ZEN:

           -He heals quickly and strong

           -You….do not…do that

           -You get an infection and it’s SOHARD for your body to fight it

           -Which often leaves you in thehospital over something like the flu

           -And that makes him SO SAD like omgMC i’d give you some of my healing power if I could

           -You are very vocal about yourdislike for the hospital, so he doesn’t have to guess or pick up on subtlehints

           -But he treats you like ROYALTY herefuses to let you do anything for yourself when you’re in there because hejust wants to make up for not being able to stop you from getting sick ;A;

           -He sings for you almost constantlybecause??? You can’t be afraid of anything in this building if all you canfocus on is him??

           -He brings his scripts with him allthe time so the two of you can waste the day and practice together!!

           -HAVE NO FEARS MC, FOR ZENNY ISHERE. Always watching the doctors and nurses like a hawk, always tries to getyou to focus on him instead of anything they’re doing (obviously not if it’simportant, then he lets you pay attention). Otherwise there’s a lot of cheekkisses, hand kisses, and just like…kisses everywhere come on it’s zen we’retalking about

*JAEHEE:

           -You’re in the hospital often forbreathing problems

           -“Jaehee, it’s because you takemy breath away,” you wheeze as she’s rushing you to the hospital

           - mc shut the fuCK UP NOW ISNTTHE TIME

           -She loves that you’re able to makelight of the situation though

           -That is until you actually get tothe hospital, then she’s practically dragging you through the doors becauseyou’re too afraid to go in

           -Too much sadness, too many machinesthat you aren’t familiar with, the weird feeling of being in a strange place,you don’T LIKE IT

           -But she’s always there to read youa book at the end of the day, with a cozy throw blanket from home, and she’llbring you some coffee from your favourite shop!

           -She also studies what all themachines and medications do so she can explain them to you and hopefully easeyour anxiety!

           -When she can’t be there because ofwork, she leaves you a stack of books to get lost in so that you won’t evennotice you’re there. She’ll text you throughout the day as well to check up onya

           -She’s small enough to cuddle up inbed with you which is GREAT the two of you watch zen’s dvd’s on her laptop allthe time

*JUMIN:

           -???? Why go to hospital whenhospital can come to you

           - jumin no i appreciate thegesture but no

           -You’re a regular there because ofyour heart problems and it breAKS HIS HEART

           - he’s threatened saeyoung a fewtimes because he keeps making jokes like “your heart must of stoppedbecause you saw jumins face” and things of the sort like stOP

           -The first time you had a problemwith your heart when you were with him it scared the sHIT OUT OF HIM MC WHAT’SWRONG

           -But he noticed the whole time youwere there, you were anxious and always on the verge of tears and Juju will nothave that

           -Literally had a room made just foryou for whenever you need to be admitted and it looks just like home

           -“It’s your home away fromhome. Funny, right? MC why are you crying it was supposed to be funny” noits because you’re so swEET JUMIN WHAT THE FUCK STOP

           -He’s sad he can’t bring Elizabethto console you but he does his best. Always sits with you, petting your hairand kissing you softly

           -His tall ass crawls into your bedat night too so he can hold you like duDE WATCH OUT FOR THE IV YOU’RE TOO TALLYOU DON’T FIT PLS YOUR KNEE IS DIGGING INTO ME

*SAEYOUNG:

           -He knew your medical history, hedid do a background check on you after all

           -So he knew that you’ve had frequenttrips to the hospital your whole life

           -He did not realize, however, thatyou’d be this terrified of just visiting the hospital to see Saeran (after thewhole mint eye thing of course)

           -It wasn’t very obvious to anyoneelse how afraid you were, but he could tell

           -You were in a lot of danger whenthe two of you were saving Saeran and you didn’t bat an eye

           -But the moment you stepped foot inthe hospital, you got quiet. When you did talk, you started to stutter and tripover your words. You had a lot of trouble looking around or at anyone  and that wasn’t the MC he knew

           -You explained that due to your weakimmune system, you’re a frequent in the hospital. You get sick easily and ithits you hard. But being surrounded by the multitudes of machines, hearing thesad sounds of people losing loved ones, you just couldn’t handle it

           -From then on, every time you’readmitted to the hospital, he brings a back full of different outfits so he canentertain you, and get your mind off of everything that was happening aroundyou

           - mc i’m your doctor im gonnahave to give you an exam wink wonk

           -Full of stupid jokes, hand holding,and kisses to the cheek. He is the deFENDER OF JUSTICE and he will DEFEND YOUFROM ALL OF YOUR FEARS. He’s such a dork??? How can you even think aboutwhat’s happening around the hospital to freak you out. It was practically likebeing at home with him around

*V:

           -You immediately told him about yourhealth conditions when the two of you met

           -You unfortunately had to stay inthe hospital frequently because of bad epileptic episodes

           -Well, you would go home of course,but some episodes were too risky to go immediately home, so you’d have to stay

           -And you HATED it, like, THIS PLACEISN’T HOME

           -So every time it happens, he makesit home for you

           -Always bringing you favouriteblankets and pillows from home

           -He even tries to bring calmingcandles so you won’t be as afraid you cant really…light those in here v

           -He’s always talking in such acalming tone that you’re just kind of….relaxed. Please tell me some storiesV, lull me to sleep and ease my nerves . He’s always reading fairytale storiesto you

           -On days that you’re extra anxious,he shows you videos he’s taken of you, of the RFA, and of random things youlove the ones he takes of dogs and you know he does it just for you

           -Overall, he’s just always there tolisten to you. You can rant and rave and cry angry tears because you’re soafraid and just want to go home, but he’s there to wipe your tears away and theonly home that matters is the one you have with him

*SAERAN:

           -He knows what it’s like to be inthe hospital for a long time

           -I mean, right after Saeyoung tookhim from Mint Eye, he was in there a long time to get all of that shit out ofhis blood stream and all of that, so he kind of gets it

           -When you have to go to the hospitalpretty often because your kidneys were weak and almost always on the verge offailing, he freAKS OUT

           -HE HATES HOSPITALS JUST AS MUCH ASYOU DO AND IT’S HARD TO BE COOL CALM AND COLLECTED WHEN HIS LOVE IS IN ONE OFTHEM

           -Pulls it together (well on theoutside at least) fairly quickly when he notices how nervous you are everytime, no matter how often you have to go

           -You’re almost on the verge of tearsevery time because?? Every time you’re here you’re fairly close to dying andWOW that’s scary as fuck this place sucks

           -But he’s always there for you, nomatter what. He might not say much (and nO ITS NOT BECAUSE HIS VOICE WILLGIVE AWAY HIS FEAR SHUT UP MC) but he’s there to hold your hand through itall, and tries to act like wiping your tears is an inconvenience though youknow it’s not and that hes just trying to be tough

           -Actually stays up for days at atime to watch over you and make sure everything is alright which makes you feelbad but also really puts you at ease??

           -Like nothing bad is gonna happenbecause Saeran will pUNCH IT IN THE FACE. That fear? PUNCH IN THE FACE. All thebeeping machines? PUNCH IN THE FACE. Doctor comes in the room in the middle ofthe night and scares the shit out of you? saERAN ITS THE DOCTOR PLEASE DON’TPUNCH THEM IN THE FACE

           -He buys a bunch of sweets- likecake, cookies, ice cream, things of the sort- and pretends it’s all because hewanted it himself but he guesses hecan share with you, if it’ll help lift your spirits and take your mind off ofthe fact you’re in here

[officialmccall]

Believe It or Not. Part 15.

Summary: The group encounters another problem as Derek continues to turn teenagers into werewolves, but they all still try to live their lives giving y/n and Stiles a chance to be alone. On the side, y/b asks Allison for a favor. Song to listen to: Atlas Hands by Benjamin Francis FEEDBACK IS NEEDED (Based off 2x03 “Ice Pick”) In PE class y/n stood on the ground, watching Allison and Scott climb the rock wall. Once they both returned to ground, coach picked out two more people to take their turn. “Stilinski, McCall, let's go.” Stiles hit her arm playfully, “hope you don’t mind losing.” She honestly was trying to keep as much distance between her and Stiles as she could. Every time y/n was around him now she just felt uncomfortable. “Actually coach, if you don’t mind, I’ll wait until the next round.” Coach nodded his head, “Erica, you're up.” Stiles sent her a confused look, but she missed it as she just continued to look down at her feet. He just brushed it off for now and got ready to climb. Scott approached his sister from behind, “everything okay?” He whispered in her ear. “Yeah, good.” She turned to him, smiling to reassure him. Unconvinced, Scott decided it wasn’t a good idea to push for information right now. Stiles easily made it up and down the wall. Erica however, hadn’t even gotten halfway yet. Y/n started to hear the faint noise of someone crying. “That’s Erica.” She heard Scott say to Allison, concern washing over all of them. Everyone gathered around into a tight circle to watch the girl. “Erica, dizzy?” Coach called out to her, “Is it vertigo?” “Vertigo’s a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear. She’s just freaking out.” Lydia piped up standing right next to y/n. Y/n looked at her confused, she wondered how smart Lydia actually was. “I’m fine!” The blonde girl shouted down from her spot on the wall. “Coach, it's probably not safe. You know she’s epileptic.” Allison stepped forward offering her knowledge. Coach tried his best to calm her down, finally convincing her just jump off the wall. She hesitantly followed directions, using both feet to push her weight away from the wall. Once she landed all color flooded back to her face. A lot of people started laughing at the distressed state of the girl. Y/n reached forward to try and say something to her, but she practically ran out of the room. - “What do you mean tonight’s not a good idea?” Stiles asked his best friend. They had plans to go to the ice rink with y/n and Allison. Stiles was really looking forward to it, for possibly some time alone with y/n. He really needed to talk to her, and maybe even be honest with her about his feelings. “I don't know,” Scott sighed, “that thing that we saw last night, Isaac missing, Allison’s grandfather. All this stuff happening with Derek, I just- doesn’t feel right.” He shook his head, removing his shirt and grabbing a new one from his locker. “No, you're not backing out!” Stiles complained, “Do you wanna know why? Because you and Allison are obviously having quite a good time together. Also, I really need this time with y/n man. When she got out of the hospital I thought we were finally going to have time to talk about the kiss. Then bam, Derek’s biting everyone in sight and Lydia was missing and everything’s just a mess all over again.” He slammed his locker as he finished his thought. “Wait, you kissed my sister?” Scott’s attention finally all on Stiles. Shutting his locker just as Stiles put a clean shirt on. “Yeah dude- well technically she kissed me- but yeah like forever ago. Scott keep up.” Scott smiled, shaking his head and deciding to drop the topic. Then he remember, “Oh, Allison invited Lydia too.” - Y/n was walking down the halls quietly during passing period, not really paying attention to her surroundings until Jackson angrily stormed past her, bumping her shoulder and causing her to drop her things. “Didn’t mean to get in your way!” She shouted at him, rolling her eyes and bending down to retrieve her things. She stood back up to see Jackson holding Lydia against the wall. Fear evident in the girl’s eyes. Y/n immediately made her way towards the abuse happening in front of her. She missed half of what Jackson said but made it just in time to hear the last of it. “You ruined it for me. You ruined everything!” “Hey!” Y/n cut him off, making both him and Lydia look at her, “How about you leave her alone, and go to class.” Jackson raised his eyebrows, laughing at her. He walked to her until he was right in front of y/n staring into her eyes. She tried to keep her breathing steady, her heart actually racing. “What makes you think you can tell me what to do?” He whispered coldly. “I think that I have the sheriff on speed-dial and everyone in the school hallways right now is staring right at you.” Y/n smiled as he realized that she was right. “So go ahead, try something.” She didn't even blink, just watched him storm off in defeat, focusing her attention back to Lydia. “Are you okay?” She walked towards the frightened girl. “I didn't need your help.” Was all Lydia said, taking y/n by surprise. She watched as Lydia ran away from her and into the girl’s bathroom. “You're welcome.” Y/n whispered sarcastically, making her way to class. --- Y/n stood in her room mute, just kind of staring at all the clothes hanging in her closet. She was actually kind of nervous for tonight, what if she and Stiles actually got a chance to talk, what would she say? What made her even more anxious was the thought that they might not talk about anything at all. Sighing, she decided on a pair of simple light colored jeans with a few rips in them and and light blue shirt. Once she was fully dressed, she looked at herself in the mirror. And for the first time, she didn’t like what was staring back at her. She didn’t see herself. She saw a girl who was weak. A girl that needed to always be protected, a girl that wasn’t able to help her friends, someone who was a liability rather than an important part of the team. Y/n didn’t want to be that girl. She needed to know how to fight, how to protect herself now that she was involved with everything in the werewolf world. Y/n pulled out her phone and dialed Allison’s number. “Hey,” the girl answered enthusiastically, “I was just about to call you actually. I just finished getting ready.” “Okay great. I’ll be on my way in about 3 minutes. And Allison-” y/n couldn’t bring herself to form the words at the edge of her lips. “Y/n what is it?” Allison asked through the phone. “It’s nothing,” she replied quickly, “never mind, I'll be there soon.” Then she hung up the phone. --- Y/n’s car pulled up next the curb right outside Allison’s house. She sent Allison a quick text to let her know she was here. Only a couple of minutes later the brunette swung through the doorway and made her way towards the car. She opened the door with a wide smile, obviously excited for what the night held for them. “I can’t believe we’re breaking into the ice rink.” She laughed excitedly, happiness glowing in her eyes. Y/n laughed at her friend, “Really? I can’t believe my brother’s a werewolf and that you’re family is practically a cult of werewolf hunters.” She replied sarcastically, smirking at Allison. “You’re so funny…” Allison shook her head. The next stop was Lydia’s house, which was about a ten minute drive from Allison’s. The majority of the drive was filled with comfortable silence between the two, light music from the radio playing in the background. Y/n played along with the silence, her fingers anxiously tapping on the steering wheel until she just couldn’t bear the weight of her own thoughts anymore. “Allison…” she started, grabbing the girl’s attention from beside her before continuing, “who taught you how to fight?” “My dad.” She answered immediately, “why are you asking?” Allison pushed with curiosity. “I just-” Y/n sighed, not really knowing what she wanted to say or how she wanted to say it. “That night, in the Lahey house, when that thing attacked- I- I didn’t know what to do! And I- I felt…” Y/n lost all train of thought, feeling tears form at the edges of her eyes she took a deep breath. “Weak?” Allison interrupted, with an all too knowing look on her face, they were at a stoplight so y/n took the time to look Allison in her eyes as she continued. “You felt like someone needed to come in and rescue you?” Y/n slowly nodded her head as Allison finally put all of her feelings into words. Allison kept talking, “And you want to feel stronger than that, don’t you? You could even go as far as saying that you want to feel… powerful?” Inhaling deeply, y/n nodded her head again. “Yes.” “I’ll help you feel powerful. I will teach you how to fight.” Then the light turned green. --- The core five waited patiently behind Stiles as he hurried to open the locked door. Struggling for a few seconds, the lock finally gave in and they made their way inside. Scott and Allison immediately rushed to the big switch, flicking it up causing a domino reaction of huge bright lights up above them. Y/n smiled with her head tilted up, they deserved this. She shifted her gaze to the left, seeing Stiles looking right at her and smiling. She smiled in return, nodding her head that tonight was a good idea. She and Stiles sat next to each other while changing out their shoes for ice skates. Lydia sat to the right of them a few bleachers up. “Could it be any colder in here?” Y/n shivered, Stiles laughing as a crinkle formed in between her eyebrows to create an annoyed expression, he thought it was adorable. “Here.” He offered her his orange hoodie. Just when she was about to take it, Lydia cleared her throat from behind them. “She’s wearing blue, Stiles. Orange and blue, not a good combination. He had now shifted his position on the bench so he could face Lydia. “But it’s the colors of the mets!” He complained, causing y/n to chuckle. “Besides, maybe orange and blue is not the best. Right, you know, um, sometimes there’s other things you wouldn’t think would make a good combination end up turning out to be, like, a perfect combination, you know, like two people together- who nobody ever thought would be together.” As Stiles was saying this, y/n had stopped tying up the laces on her skates and focused her full attention on the boy next to her. Staring at him with wide eyes as he shifted back away from Lydia. Catching her glance, they locked eyes. He searched deep into her eyes, hoping she understood that he was talking about her, about them, and how he felt about her. Y/n opened her mouth to speak, but Lydia broke the silence first. “No I can see that, Scott and Allison are cute together.” The strawberry blonde payed no attention to the exchange happening in front of her. “I can see it too.” Y/n whispered, almost inaudible. But Stiles heard her, his heart skipping a beat as she did. “Alright guys,” Scott shouted up to them, his hand intertwined with Allison’s, “Let’s skate!” Stiles was the first to break their intense gaze, standing up and holding his hand out for her to take. To which she happily grasped, standing up as they made their way over to where Scott and Allison were waiting. The couple stood at the entrance of the arena. “Since you never skated before, maybe I should give you a few pointers?” Allison smiled at her innocent boyfriend. “Allison. Not that this is news to you or anything, but you remember the werewolf thing? Super speed, strength and reflexes.” He replied confidently. Allison did her best not to laugh, “So a little ice skating should be no problem.” Scott placed one of his skates on the ice, “Yeah. See? It’s no prob-” But just before he could finish his sentence, his foot swept out from under him due to his lack of balance. Y/n and Stiles had no shame in laughing at the boy as Allison rushed to stand over him. “I give him a 10!” Y/n exclaimed, clapping her hands and feeling out of breathe from not being able to stop laughing. Once Allison got Scott back on his feet, y/n gripped onto Stiles hand harder causing him to look at her. “Well? Come on.” Y/n stated, putting one skate after the other on the ice and dragging Stiles behind her with their still connected hands. They went around the outside of the rink a few times, laughing and genuinely just enjoying each other’s company. Out of breath, y/n started to slow down her pace, positioning herself with her back against the walls. Stiles placed himself next to her, just looking at her and admiring how beautiful and happy she looked. Staring straight ahead she started talking, “What are you looking at, Stilinski?” she shifted her gaze towards him, smirking. God he loved that smirk. “Your smile,” he simply replied, “I like it when you smile.” She found herself at a loss for words, and loss of breath staring into his golden eyes. “So…” he broke the tension, “are we ever going to talk about it?” “About what?” She asked, even though she knew exactly what he was referring to. “About, uh- about the kiss.” Y/n inhaled deeply at the memory. “What’s there to talk about?” She raised her shoulders uncomfortably. Watching in the distance as Lydia continued to skate around the rink so she could avoid his gaze. “There’s everything to talk about!” He whisper-yelled at her, “because y/n that night at the dance, standing there and dancing with you- I felt things that I’ve never felt in my entire life. Feelings- that, that I didn’t even know existed. And shit, y/n, all of those confusing things I felt- I felt towards you. It was confusing, and frustrating, and wonderful…” She was finally looking him in the eye, Stiles continued, “and when you kissed me, I knew that I wanted to feel those wonderful, confusing things again and again.” The boy sighed desperately. “But I just need to know, that you do too.” In his eyes she could see desperation, it almost seemed like she could feel it. Or maybe that was her. Before she had the chance to say anything, an ear-piercing scream filled every inch around them. Y/n turned to see Lydia sitting on the ice, both hands planted on the ground as she continued to scream. Y/n quickly skated towards her and dropped to the ground beside the disturbed girl, Stiles behind her. “Lydia, hey- Lydia! You’re okay. Breathe Lydia, you’re safe.” Y/n did her best to calm the girl down. Scott and Allison approaching them. Confused glances were exchanged around the entire room. --- There had to be one more. They all knew it. There was no way Derek was going to stop with Isaac and Erica, the only thing none of them could figure was, who’s next? Y/n was walking towards the exit of the school to go home for the day. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, checking from any new messages from Scott. She didn’t expect there to be any from Stiles after the night at the ice rink. She had just grabbed the handle of the door, pulling it open and walking through without glancing away from her phone. All in one moment, her legs were wiped out from under her, y/n’s back hitting the ground and an arm on her chest, pinning her down. “What the hell-” She looked up through squinted eyes to see Allison. “Lesson number one,” Allison managed to say through heavy breathing, “never let your guard down, not even for a second.” Allison smirked, standing up and reaching her hand down for y/n to grab. Y/n took the offered gesture, eyes still wide as she returned to her standing position. Dusting herself off, she sighed, “Is this how we’re gonna do girl talks from now on?” She yelled frustratedly. Allison just laughed. “No, this is how I’m going to train you.” Y/n’s shocked facial expression changed to understanding. Her eyes meeting Allison’s determined ones. “So,” Allison smile grew even wider, “what weapon do you want to learn to use first?” --- “Here, let’s try these.” Allison handed y/n what looked to be small knives with little holes in the end. They stood in the interior of what looked to be some type of bunker, basement thing. It was dark, cold, and it made y/n’s limbs tense up. “Where exactly are we?” Y/n questioned, taking the small weapons. The atmosphere of the place made her feel anxious. “This is where Kate had chained up Derek when we couldn’t find find him. She tortured him here.” Allison whispered the last part, her whole expression changing as memories of her aunt came flooding back. Y/n knew why Allison’s mood had changed, so she tried to change the subject. “She chained him up? Kinky.” She heard Allison laugh, turning back around to face her again. Y/n smiled at her friend now happy again. “So is this the part where you reveal your plan that you’re not actually teaching me how to fight, but you’re actually going to kill me?” Y/n joked even more, and Allison laughing even more. She raised her bow and arrow, pointing it at y/n, “Yes. How’d you figure it out so quickly?” Now both girls were laughing. Suddenly the place didn’t seem so dark and cold anymore. “Okay,” Allison started after recovering from her fit of laughter, “lesson two. Your enemy, always has a weakness. Identify it, and use it.” Allison’s voice had changed from joking to serious. She shifted to a fighting stance, fists up after setting her bow and arrow on the ground. Y/n changed her posture too, mimicking Allison and setting the daggers on the ground. “Okay, how do I do that?” Y/n asked, when she was talking her stance wasn’t as strong. Allison took this moment to swing at her, y/n recovering quickly by ducking to avoid the hit. “You fight them.” Allison stated firmly. Y/n returned to her original position. Eyes wide, and then changing quickly to angry. “Your stance is weak.” Allison said, swinging with her other arm. Although this time y/n wasn’t quick enough. Allison’s fist hitting the side of her jaw. Y/n stumbled back in surprise, her hand immediately rushing to the injured area. “You can’t let one little hit set you back,” Allison approached y/n with a kick now. Which she blocked by pushing Allison’s leg back down. “Hitting you once isn’t ever going to be enough for them,” Allison’s other leg caught y/n off guard by kicking her in the side, knocking the girl down to ground as she let out a groan of pain. “They won’t stop until you stop moving, or worse, breathing. So even if they hit you once, or twice, or three times,” Allison forcibly picked y/n up from the ground. Holding y/n’s back against her and wrapping her arm around her neck so her elbow was under the girl’s chin, “find that little part inside of you that still wants to fight back.” Once Allison’s words left her mouth, y/n felt a shift in the grip around her neck. She took the opportunity to elbow Allison in the stomach. Sending the girl stumbling backwards. Y/n quickly turned herself around and kicked Allison backwards with her foot and knocking her on the ground in the process, rage flowing through every limb in her body. She was blinded with built up anger and fear from everything that’s happened so far. Every time she was lied to by someone she loved, every time she felt scared and couldn’t do anything to protect herself or the people around her, every time she wanted to tell Stiles how she felt but something always got in the way. All of the memories and emotions came flooding back, and she transferred them all into that final kick. She didn’t even realize she was crying until she felt the cold air stinging her cheeks. Allison stood back up, smiling and letting a small laugh escape her. “Lesson two complete.” Was all she said before the sound of Allison’s phone ringing interrupted the moment. “It’s Stiles.” She said before answering the call and putting it on speaker. “Hey what’s up?” Allison answered, holding the phone between her and y/n. “Just thought you should know,” his voice echoed through the bunker, “Scott is headed to the ice rink right now.” “What, why?” Y/n asked. “Y/n is that you?” He ignored the question. “Just answer the question Stilinski.” She said louder than she intended to, desperate to know what her brother is up to. “Right, okay. We’re pretty sure Derek is going to turn Boyd next. So he’s on his way to try and change his mind. But-” “But what if Derek and his pack show up?” Allison interrupted, knowing exactly what he was going to say. She and y/n exchanged a knowing glance. “I’m on my way there now.” She said before hanging up the call. Without saying a word Allison retrieved her bow and arrow from the ground and started walking towards the exit. “Wait! Let me come with you.” Y/n started, picking up the small knife things from the ground. “No way Y/n, there could be a fight.” Allison turned back around to face her friend. “Which is exactly why you would need me right? Makes it a fair fight. Three against three.” Allison sighed in defeat at the statistics. “Fine, you can come.” “Should I bring the small knives?” Y/n held the weapons up in the air. “Chinese ring daggers.” Allison corrected, walking out the door with y/n following close behind her. --- The two girls got there only to see that Derek, Isaac, and Erica had beat them. “That really hurts, Scott.” they heard Derek’s voice as they ducked down behind the border of the ice rink, letting their heads be the only thing that peaked through the glass. Derek continued talking, “I mean, if you’re going to review me, at least take a consensus. Erica, how’s life been for you since we met?” The blonde smiled, “Hm. In a word- transformative.” “Isaac?” “Well, I’m a little bummed about being a fugitive, but other than that, I’m great.” The tall boy smirked. “Okay hold on, this isn’t exactly a fair fight.” Scott tried to reason. Y/n and Allison prepared to reveal themselves. “Then go home, Scott.” Derek smirked. “He meant, it’s not a fair fight for you.” Y/n moved out onto the ice rink, everyone turning and looking at her, Allison right behind her. Y/n had never felt such confidence flowing through her before. It felt amazing, she felt ready. All hell broke loose. Derek wolfed out and went after Scott, relying on his puppets to handle Allison and I. Erica ran towards Allison, immediately aiming her bow and arrow at the beta. That meant y/n was left to deal with the boy, Isaac. He wolfed out quickly, standing just a few feet away from her and staring at her. Neither one them made a move. Y/n was gripping the daggers so tight she could feel them leaving indents in her skin. “You really think you have a chance?” He laughed at her. “I keep up on all the action movies,” y/n joked, “I’ve seen enough to know the bad guy never wins.” Just then, she ran towards the werewolf. She swung the dagger towards him but he ducked, recovering by swiping her legs out from underneath her. She landed flat on her back, coughing due to the air being knocked out of her. Isaac pounced on top of her. Holding her arms above her head, baring his fangs at her. “Please.” She managed to whisper, feeling more scared than she ever had in her entire life. She felt a stray tear roll down the side of her face, Isaac saw it too. His eyes turned back to his normal color and his teeth transforming back to their human form. He just stared at her not saying anything. She looked into his eyes and felt confused. He didn’t look evil, he looked like he was scared too, and that he didn’t want to be here and doing all of this. “STOP!” Derek roared out, causing him to release her and Erica to stop fighting Allison. They both retreated back to their alpha. Y/n stayed on the ground as the walked out, Boyd following behind them. “Y/n what were you thinking?” Scott pleaded towards his sister with mangled breathing, shifting his gaze to Allison. “And why did you bring her?” Allison stayed silent. The door opening startled them, but relief flooding through y/n’s body as Stiles ran onto the rink. “Y/n.” He whispered as he saw her on the ground, running towards her and dropping on his knees. Instantly grabbing her and pulling her against his chest. One hand wrapped around her waist and the other holding her head against him. No one bothered to say anything, silence screaming between all of them.

[selohtun20]

The only thing worse than a hater (is a traitor)

All Traitors AU by @hey-hamlet

Word Count: 3183

You got this man, you got this. Kirishima psyched himself up, pacing back and forth in his dorm room. He’d typed out a text to Bakugou, panicked about it, retyped it, then gave up and sent what he’d had down originally. That was two minutes ago, and Kirishima has never regretted a text so much before. It was so simple, just a “can we talk in my room?”, nothing incriminating, nothing too bad. But Kirishima was still nervous, because this was it. This was who he told. Kirishima was the traitor.

Bakugou was nervous as soon as he got the text. He hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary, had he? There wasn’t anything he could think of, nothing that shitty hair would know about at least. But his mind still worried, turning him into a ball of nerves by the time he reached the other boy’s room. He knocked, once, then took a deep breath. “C-come in.” Bakugou resists the urge to swear at the stutter, and instead swings the door open. Shitty hair had been pacing, that much was obvious. He gives Bakugou a shaky smile, and motions for him to sit on the bed. Bakugou does, apprehension and nerves growing more and more. Because this was it. Someone knew his worst secret. He was the one and only traitor.

Kirishima takes a deep breath after Bakugou sits down, settling his nerves one last time. “Bakugou- I- okay. Don’t freak out, please, but I- I need to tell someone or I’ll lose my mind.” Bakugou looks nervous, but nods for him to continue, the boy unusually quiet. “It’s- it’s me. I’m- I’m the traitor. I couldn’t keep lying to you anymore.”

Kirishima expected a lot of things. He’d run through many of the scenarios in his head, ranging from explosive anger to Bakugou just straight up killing him.

He was not expecting Bakugou to blink twice, glare at him, then swear under his breath, before he barked out a laugh. “Uhh, what?” “Shitty hair, you aren’t the traitor. There’s only one of them, and I know it’s not you.” Bakugou stands up, stalking towards Kirishima. “No, seriously, I am. I’m the traitor.” “You can’t be the traitor dumbass, I just said.” Kirishima raises an eyebrow. “Why?” “Because I’m the traitor. The only traitor.”

“What? You can’t be the only traitor, I’m the only traitor! Sensei said it was just me!” Bakugou doesn’t care that they’re yelling, doesn’t care that anyone could hear them. “What the fuck? I’m the only one!” Kirishima glares at him, then smirks. “Okay, so say that we’re both traitors, man. If Sensei really said there was only one of us, someone is lying. But Sensei also does stuff because he thinks it’s funny, so maybe- “ “Maybe there is more than one.” Bakugou sits back down on the bed, runs his hands through his hair, and swears. “What the fuck.”

~

Midoriya knows certain things. He’s observant, has been since he was young, and has always had a knack for putting two and two together. He has detailed notes on all his classmates, most of the teachers at the school, and enough knowledge on the top fifty pro heroes to kill them all easily. Knowledge is power, and that means that Midoriya is arguably the most powerful person in Japan, besides maybe Sensei.

Being so observant has its drawbacks, of course. He notices everything, a hyper-aware tangled mess of emotions and actions and movements. He watches his classmates train and spar, watches their schedules and watches them break those schedules, figures out what their weaknesses are, who their weaknesses are. He writes his notebooks in code nowadays, fearful of the suspicion that would be cast on him if anyone ever found them and de-coded them. Everything happens in patterns, and he knows that he’s pushing his luck, and sooner or later, someone will figure out what he’s really scribbling down in his notebooks.

He doesn’t know what he’ll do then. He didn’t mean to, but he’s made actual friends. People he gives a shit about, people he doesn’t want to die. Because the truth is this. He’s the traitor. He’s the traitor, and if (when) they figure it out, it’s all over.

~

Todoroki may be his father’s greatest creation, but he is not his father. Endeavor is a hero, a brash, impulsive toddler with immense power and talent. Todoroki Shouto is a quiet, awkward child with little to no social skills and a bitterness for the hero system that let his piece of shit father climb to the top. He barely knows his sister and knows even less about his brother, his mother is in the hospital, and the only consistency in his life is his father, and more specifically, his father’s fire. He’s constantly covered in burns and bruises, battered and weary of the training he’s been doing for as long as he can remember.

His oldest brother, supposedly dead, is the one who recruits him. Endeavor wanted a son to overcome All Might, to become the Number 1 Hero.

“What would piss dear ol’ dad off more than turning traitor?”

His brother Touya is long dead, but Dabi is alive. The only one who ever tried to protect him, other than his mother, is alive. It’s an easy choice.

Todoroki Shouto is the traitor. He’s never felt so free in his life.

~

Tell a kid he has a dangerous Quirk for long enough, and he’ll start to believe it. Tell him that he can be a hero after he starts to train, after he becomes well known, and he won’t believe you. Years will pass, he’ll be a pro hero, but only truly in name. Bursting eardrums and shouting people off buildings isn’t enough. Yamada Hizashi can level them, could destroy a city block if he wanted to. It’s not just sheer Quirk power either. He’s well trained, he’s charismatic, he’s smart.

Aizawa didn’t take much convincing to join his side, either. Eraserhead was underground for a reason, seeing the faults in the publicized heroes and the ranking system, how supposedly weak Quirks get thrown out in favor of power. But heroes, public or underground, are bound by law. Regulations and rules dictate what they can and cannot do, who they can and cannot save. It’s a frustrating system, born of money and greed. One hero can’t change it. A group of villains might. (Being married was just the cherry on top.)

In the end, it worked out for the best. They both got jobs at U.A. teaching, and that made them insiders.

Yamada Hizashi and Aizawa Shouta are traitors.

(Their son Shinsou isn’t far behind.)

~

“Are we any closer to finding the traitor?” The voice passes through the door, but they don’t think anyone is outside. “No. We can’t eliminate anyone, either. At this point, all of us are suspects.” Papers are moved, the soft tapping of a hard surface to straighten them echoes through the door. “Here’s a more important question: do you think it might be a student?” The room bursts into murmurs, voices blending together so much Hagakure can’t tell them apart. She pulls away from the door, ready to move. Her footsteps are muffled, and she’s completely invisible anyways. “As much as it pains me to admit it, we cannot throw out that possibility.” A sigh. The principal’s voice is easy to recognize. “All possibilities must be explored. Short of asking Detective Tsukauchi to question everyone, we can’t know for certain.” Hagakure can almost feel the tension in the room, even through the door. She creeps away, smiling to herself, and walks into the nearest bathroom. She bolts the door behind her, smiling to herself. She’s got a stash of clothing that she slips on quickly, and pulls out one of her phones from the stash. “They don’t suspect a thing.” The traitor’s identity is safe for another day. She unbolts the bathroom door, silently leaving without a trace.

~

“How many traitors do you think there are, man? If there’s two of us, maybe there’s even more!” “How the fuck would I know? I didn’t even think there was more than one!” Jiro unplugs her jack from the wall, grinning to herself. She’d had her suspicions, and she knew about Kaminari, but the fact that there were at least two more? Well, that made this even more interesting. Maybe it was no longer a question of who are the traitors, but a question of who aren’t the traitors. She walked away, headed toward Kaminari’s room. He’d be happy to hear the news.

“You’ll never guess what I heard in Kirishima’s room.” She doesn’t bother to knock, instead, she walks in without any other announcement. “Were he and Bakugou having sex? Because Bakugou has been over there a lot lately.” She rolls her eyes, and smacks him lightly with one of her jacks. “No. There’s at least two more traitors.” She watches with satisfaction as Kaminari’s eyes widen, and rolls off his bed to grab a notebook from underneath it. He thumbs the pages until he lands on the one they’ve both been looking over. Two more checks go next to their classmates’ names. “I caught Hagakure listening in on a staff meeting. I’m pretty sure she’s one too.” Jiro nods. Kaminari isn’t stupid. If he thinks she’s in on it, she probably is. Most of the class is in on it, from the looks of things. Too bad Sensei didn’t say how many there were, just that there was more than her and Kaminari. Oh well. They’re traitors for a reason.

~

Tsuyu isn’t sure how this happened, but she’s not about to argue. Her girlfriend is in her room, smiling at the trinkets she has laid out. Logically, she understands that Ochako is only in it for the money, really, even if she’s proven that she’s not completely shallow. The more interesting thing here is the fact that she managed to convince Tsuyu to join her, to be traitors together. They’re in high school, they aren’t running off to get married tomorrow, but somehow Ochako convinced her anyway. She was rational about it, well thought out arguments, and smart enough to figure out that Tsuyu would probably say yes either way. “Is this a picture of your family?” Ochako points towards a small framed photo of her siblings and her parents. “Yep. I made them take a nice one so I had a photo before we moved into the dorms.” Ochako coos, and walks away from the photo to flop down next to her, wrapping an arm around Tsuyu’s shoulders. Tsuyu lets her head fall onto her girlfriend’s shoulder, smiling. Rationally, she understands that this could only truly end in disaster. Someone is bound to figure them out, and she’s not sure what will happen then. But she’s happy right now, to let her worries be pushed from the front of her mind. They might be the traitors, but at least they’re happy.

~

Birds fly around the campus all the time. Students and staff alike pay them no mind, speaking when they think no one can hear them. Koda hears it all. He’s always been good with secrets.

~

Her fingers curl around the listening device, willing it to work this time. She puts the earpiece in, breaths in once, and turns the device on. She places it on her bed, stands, and claps once. It echoes in her ear, and she stops herself from cheering, instead smiling. The hard part is far from over, however. She has no idea how on earth she’s going to get it into the staff room, but she’s relatively sure she can get it on a teacher’s back, or maybe on someone’s papers. It’s clearly not something that belongs, but she’ll make it work.

Her chance comes during class, sliping the device between thick papers that she brings to sensei’s desk. She holds in her smile, fingers on the earpiece in her bag when she sits back down. When he leaves, she nearly makes a run for it towards the girl’s bathroom, only barely letting her friends know. She locks herself in a stall, and puts the earpiece in. It’s mostly papers being shuffled, but she hears someone pick it up, fingers brushing over the microphone inside the little thing. She almost swears, but instead, she hears a chuckle. “Smart, kid.” That’s Aizawa-sensei’s voice. “Might need a way to make it a little smaller, though, Yaoyorozu.” She expects him to crush it, to send out some kind of alert to the other teachers, to her classmates, but instead, the device gets shoved inside a desk, from what it sounds like. She can still hear everything.

She’s not the only traitor. She’s got an ally. Maybe Aizawa-sensei knows how to make a smaller device, for next time.

~

Sero doesn’t really care about the whole “hero’s are just in it for the money, blah, blah, blah” that he hears from some of the league members. He’s known this life for the entirety of his own, and he’s never minded it. Having friends is just a bonus, seeing as how he’s almost entirely sure that Mina is on his side. Even if it’s only so she can call herself Alien Queen. Sero doesn’t judge.

~

Shoji smiles to himself, retracting his ears and eyes. The U.A. staff won’t know what hit them.

Somewhere else, in the dorm building’s kitchen, Sato bribes his classmates with sweets for gossip, unaware of his intentions.

~

Midoryia frowns at his notebook. He’s got one that’s only for his classmates and teachers, written in code, with not only Quirk abilities, but personality, friendships, schedules, and, most importantly, weaknesses. This, he already knows. It doesn’t explain why Iida keeps running off after class, every Tuesday, like he has somewhere to be. Midoriya is well aware there’s another traitor. He’d be an idiot not to know, but he has no idea why Iida of all people would be one. It’s suspicious, to be sure, but he has no idea how to bring it up. Now that he thinks about it, Tokoyami has been acting odd as well, hanging out with Aoyama and Ojiro of all people. Their personalities don’t exactly mix, and they don’t seem to hang out other than on Wednesdays, walking together like they’ve known each other their entire lives. Midoryia knows that really, it’s none of his business. Midoryia also knows that he’s going to make it his business.

~

It’s official. Jiro has never been so confused in her life. All of their classmates are the traitors. All of them. Their acts don’t line up, their friend groups don’t line up, and she’s beginning to suspect that maybe even Aizawa is in on it. Kaminari pulls out the notebook once more, and checks off the last two students (Iida and Aoyama, of all people) as confirmed traitors. But it still doesn’t make much sense. Why would Sensei have all of them be traitors? All in the same class, they wouldn’t cover nearly as much ground as they might being more spread out across classes, and they can’t exactly go everywhere on campus as students. So why all of them? But it all lines up, and even if they’re still a little shaky on some of their classmates, Jiro is pretty sure they’re all on the same side. She’s going to get to the bottom of this, no matter what.

She calls them all down into the common room, knowing that Aizawa is out temporarily, and that Mic might not even care. She’s pretty sure the two of them are married, and Mic doesn’t seem the type to not know what his husband is doing after patrol.

“I have gathered you today because I’m either losing my mind, or we’re all idiots.” Her classmates looked to one another, exchanging looks and worried glances. “We know who the traitors are.” Kaminari smiles at Jiro, holding out the notebook. It’s open to a page that simply says, in bright, bold letters, “IT’S ALL OF US!!!!!!”

The room, appropriately, explodes.

“Wait, Sensei said-“ “I knew it wasn’t just us Mina! You owe me-“ “If it’s all of us, why wouldn’t Sensei break us further apart, seeing as how we’re all in the same class and have limited reach across the entire school, unless there are teachers in on it, which would make sense because Present Mic is still here, so it’s highly likely that Jiro knows that he’s on our side if she was willing to call us all together to make the announcement-“ Midoryia is mumbling himself into a nervous breakdown, only to be interrupted by Bakugou. “OI! QUIT FUCKIN’ MUTTERING, DEKU!” “KISS MY ASS, KACCHAN! But if he didn’t want us to know-“ Midoryia keeps going, as if he didn’t just swear at his childhood bully like it was nothing. “Wait, Deku, are you the person that the Nomu likes?” Ochako’s voice rings out above the confusion. “Huh? Oh yeah! He’s like a big, cuddly dog! I love him!” Midoryia claps his hands together, smiling wide. “Didn’t Shigaraki call that thing a demon?” “HE’S A GOOD BOY, DAMMIT!” “He only likes you, man!” Kirishima yells out, and before anyone can respond, Aizawa comes back.

“Is there a reason you’re all yelling?” He really doesn’t get paid enough to deal with this. There’s an open notebook lying on the table, with the words “IT'S ALL OF US!!!!!!” written on it. His class whispers amongst themselves, until Yaoyorozu speaks up. “Guys? It’s okay, he’s one too.” The entirety of class 1-A breathes a sigh of relief, and goes uncomfortably silent for a second. The problem child speaks up first. “We figured out who the traitors are!” Aizawa feels his eyes go a little wide. Midoryia’s smile grows, until it turns into one that’s all teeth, and Aizawa can tell he’s enjoying dragging this out. “It’s all of us! Including you and Mic-sensei!” Aizawa feels his heart rate go down, then go straight back up when he realizes what Midoryia actually said. “All of you?” The class nods. “Oh gods help me. Is that why you got into a slap fight with Kurogiri, Bakugou?” The explosive boy nods, smirking. “Mic! Come out, we have something to talk about!” Aizawa hears a crash, the sound of someone tripping, and out comes his husband. “Hey! What’s- Shouta. Why is everyone here?” Aizawa sighs, then motions to the class. “So it turns out everyone is a traitor. All of them.” “All of them?” Aizawa activates his Quirk on instinct, and Hizashi has the awareness to look sheepish. “Yes.” “Wait, which one is the one who the Nomu likes?” Midoryia’s hand shoots up, and he waves it around like crazy. “He’s a good boy!” “Is he?” Aizawa isn’t sure who says it, but the room explodes once more into conversation, and he puts his head in his hands. Hizashi puts his arms around his shoulders, holding him close. “I’m going to punch All for One in the face.” “You do that hun.”

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Protagionist Prep Ch 7 A.I think this was a bad idea

I own nothing but my own characters.

 Inside the school Tech had a multitude of holographic screens either floating in front of him or projecting from all four of his arms. He kept on mumbling to himself about processors, reaction time and memory storage. He was brought out of his task when he heard a loud bang, Tech nearly jumped and nearly fluffed up his feathers.

 “Sweet microchips!!! Ghost how many times have I told not to sneak up behind me!?!” Tech yelled at a 12 ft tall two armed lizard like creature with khaki scales, green skin possessing a long spike covered tail. The creature just smirked.

 “Relax Pajarito I got the thing you wanted.” Ghost pointed to a large sliver grey coffin shaped object, Tech just smiled crazily while Ghost just looked at him with worry.

 “You sure jefe will like this?”

 “Relax he’ll enjoy this one, they can’t all go rogue.” Tech told him, his voice a mix of confidence and unease. In the morning Behemoth gently stomped towards the student and tapped the wall in his order, then the wall folded in on itself to a 20-ft. tall hole. He then dropped to all fours and crawled through the hole into a larger student area, he walked over to the boys dorm. After thinking about how to gently knock on the door, after he was done he lightly tapped the door. Which caused the door to fall with a booming thud, causing the boys to wake up with a jolt.

 “I’m terribly sorry for the rude awakening!!!” Behemoth apologized quite loudly destroying any chance of the boys going back to sleep.

 “It’s okay dude.” Nino said trying to calm the gentle giant.

 “Yeah, just try to knock lightly.” Steven suggested, unaware that Behemoth tried to do that.

 “Anyways can one of you awaken the girls?” Behemoth asked them, which caused some confusion from the boys.

 “Why can’t you do it, you primitive beast!?” Zim asked his voice full of annoyance at Behemoth waking him and at the loud noises he created. Behemoth had to force himself not to growl at the small, squishy alien.

 “No I cannot, it is ungentlemanly and therefore I cannot do it. However, thank you for Zim for volunteering for the task.” Behemoth told Zim, while Zim would normally try and destroy anyone who embarrassed him, but he knew what an E class threat could do. After a few complaints, and slaps to Zim’s face, the girls reluctantly got out of bed and changed their clothes.

 “Now we must hurry, this day shall be an interesting one.” The kids begrudgingly followed Behemoth out the student are and into the hallway. After a short walk they stopped at a huge door with two strange beasts locked in combat.

 “Where are all these doors coming from!?” Dib asked his voice a mix of confusion and anger, instead of answering Behemoth just gently pushed open the door. Inside was huge gym like area with Tech, Zizzoro and Drooler standing in the middle of it.

“All right do you kids have your wills written for your family?”  The kids were afraid and shocked not only at the fact that Zizzoro spoke, as well as the fact they needed to make a will.

 “W..wh.. Why?” Connie asked her voice shaking a little bit.

 “Because it’s time for gym class.” The class let out a collective sigh of relief and their hearts start to beat again. Zizzoro just received a tail smack from an annoyed Drooler.

 “Ignoring that, today we’ll be testing your combat skills. As soon as Tech gets the holodome up!” Drooler explained to the kids and sent a small glare to the archaeopteryx like creature.

 “Actually sir, I have something better than an old holodome system.” Drooler’s inner alarm system began to go off, but before he could do anything Tech quickly activated the holoscreens on his upper forearms and then typed in a sequence of codes. After he did the floor in front of the teachers opened. From the chasm a platform rose and on the platform was something amazing, on it was a 8ft tall humanoid robot with three dark green eyes, two arms and it a metallic skin like covering it’s wires and such.

 “I would like to introduce all of you to Combat!” The kids looked at the robot in amazement, except for Zim who was a little jealous.

 “Cool, Peridot would be so jealous!” Steven looked at the robot with literal stars in his eyes.

 “This Peridot should be, this little baby holds over 500 different types of fighting styles, point out weaknesses and flaws in its opponents fighting style and it copy them as well! Hey, wait why do have stars in your eyes, do you have a medical problem, do I have to get you medical treatment!!??” Tech both told Steven and worried for the small star child. Meanwhile Drooler was trying to keep himself from turning the robot into a puddle and singe Tech’s feathers.

 “Tech what in Crogars name were you thinking!!?!?” Drooler almost roared his voice filled with anger at Tech and worry for what could happen to the kids.

 “Sir this robot could help us train them faster and looks awesome.” Tech answered with confidence, however this did to calm the flames of Drooler’s anger.

 “I didn’t ask for awesome I asked for safe!!” Drooler retorted his markings glowing and small fires started to ignite, while Tech’s feathers started to fluff up.

 “Sir this machine is perfectly safe, the metal skin Qavium.” Tech told Drooled, however this did little to actually calm down the freaked-out fire being.

  “Safe, okay Tech listen to this Qavium fist plus a squishy mortal----”

 “Some squisher than others!” Zima taunted the girls that were affected by the growth potion.

“First off Zim detention, and second off body equals a dead mortal!!!” At this Tech faltered, he opened his beak to retort but nothing came out. But he knew of one thing that could change the fire beings mind.

 “Too bad because it could help you with that project that you’ve been having trouble with.” This caused Drooler’s face do gain an ‘oh really’ look.

 “Yeah, it has all the files on the topic and a bit extra as well.” At this statement Drooler started to get a little bit an interest in the robot. Tech noticed this and knew that there was one thing that would sink him into the idea.

 “Also, it has the newest edition downloaded into its database and the pronunciation guide as well.” You could see the conflict on Drooler’s face, he was going over every scenario that could happen but he needed help with his project. After a few minutes of silence Drooler made his decision.

 “Fine I’ll let you try out this robot, but Behemoth!!!” Drooled yelled towards the massive being, who was almost out of the door and he wore a nervous smile.

 “Yes sir?” His normally calm voice sounding slightly nervous.

 “I’m going to need ya to stay, in case of crap hitting the fan.”

 “Sir if I may between you, Zizzoro and Tech I believe that you have enough firepower already.” Drooler just deadpanned at Behemoth’s response.

 “Okay, first off not funny and second off this is a Tech robot which means that we means we have to be prepared. Besides you probably won’t have to get too violent.” Drooler told him, Behemoth reluctantly stomped over towards the other teachers and sat down next to them.

“Okay, who wants to go first?” Drooler asked. The results were mixed the fighters or the more athletic of the students such Sashi, Penn, Star, Marco, Marinette, Adrien, and Connie lasted about 2 ½ minutes with the mechanical martial artist. The others well they tried they really did, but things started to take a turn for the worst/deadly when Steven was up. As soon Steven threw the first punch Combat went all out on the poor half gem, Combot rushed towards Steven faster than a bullet and delivered an extremely pain right hook. This caused Steven to skid across the floor.

 “Ow, hey that really hurt!!” Steven whined but Combat wasn’t going to let Steven off that easily, it closed the distance quickly and began to deliver a flurry of punches, kicks, elbows and knees to the young half alien. At this moment Steven decided to summon his shield, somehow this caused Combot to go haywire. It turned into a ferocious mechanical beast that was hell bent on destroying the obstacle that was between it and the target. It then slammed both of its fists against the shield, this caused a shockwave that caused Combot to slide across the floor. Combot didn’t try to close the distance this time, which caused the kids to let out a sigh of relief but the teachers just looked at the robot suspiciously.

 Combot’s eyes began to glow a sickly green and the air became slightly distorted. Then a beam was fired from his eyes and hit the shield, that caused Steven to slide luckily the shield held. Unfortunately that comfort wouldn’t last long, various sized cracks started to appear on the shield and Steven started to feel the heat from the beam. Then something impossible happened the shield broke scattering into hundreds different pieces and then turned into a glittering pink dust.

 “Tech shut it off!!!!” Drooler roared

 “Sir believe me I’m trying!!!!!” Tech squawked back his fully ruffled, he then went back to trying shutdown the rouge robot but kept on getting a rejected sign. While that was happening Combot was stomping closer towards the young half alien, when it was less than two feet away it grabbed Steven by his collar and pulled him up to its face and whispered.

 “Get good scrub.” It then pulled back its arm and was prepared to punch Steven directly in the face full force, Steven closed his eyes not wanting to see his doom coming towards him. Instead of feeling and hearing  his face being broken in half, Steven heard gears straining, metal being crushed and he smelled smoke coming from somewhere. Steven opened his eyes to see something both amazing and terrifying at the same time, the being that saved him was Behemoth and he wasn’t a gentle giant. His face was contorted into a vicious, angry snarl showing his bright white teeth larger than a human, his pupils slits and he was letting out a deep rumbling growl. He ripped off Combot’s arm causing the robot to drop Steven as well as screech out in pain, it’s synthetized screams sounding like a mix of nails on a chalk board and sharpened metal against porcelain. Its cries were cut short as Behemoth delivered a huge green fist to its body crushing it, but that wasn’t enough as Behemoth gave the machine a flurry of punches shaking the very earth. When he was done he left a 5ft crater with Combat’s body crushed and its limbs twisted and broken. He turned towards Steven and began to stomp to him, each step shaking Stevens body and rattling his bones. Behemoth then lowered his right lower arm towards the young child, he slightly flinched at the action.

 “Don’t fret young one I won’t harm you.”  Behemoth told him, Steven hesitantly limped on to the giant’s palm.

 “You’re hurt.” Behemoth pointed out and he was right Steven had multiple bruises, cuts and his shield arm possessed a horrific burn with his skin varying colors of pink, red, and black with a two inch deep opening in the center of the burn.

 “Oh, it’s nothing I can heal with my spit.” Steven told Behemoth trying to sound like a crystal gem.

 “Maybe those minor wounds but that burn needs a more serious level of care, hold out your arm please.” Behemoth gently and politely  told Steven in a calming tone. As Steven did Behemoth’s left arm markings began to glow and a bluish silver began to appear and cling to his arm. Behemoth lifted his left arm and moved towards Steven he extended one of his fingers, and tried not to be scared of the man-sized steel colored claw in front of him, then the metal began to behave strangely.  It slithered across Behemoths arm and claw, it traveled down his claw and jumped of the end of the claw. It landed on Steven’s arm and began to wrap around his arm, at first he flinched at the cold feeling of the metal but as spread to the burn it felt cool, soothing and even caused some of the pain to fade away.He then, with Steven still in his palm, walked towards the rest of the kids and began to lead them back to the dorms. After they left Drooler stomped towards Tech and growled to him.

 “I want that thing to melted down and turned into something useful.” Later that day, near midnight, Tech was working on Combot the latter on an examination table while Tech just mumbled to himself.

 “I don’t get how did you go wrong? I did all the programming myself and even triple checked everything. He was brought out of it when he heard a voice.

 “Self-repairs in progress, time till completion 23 hours 47 minutes and 52 seconds.” The voice was cold, hollow and metallic. Tech jumped in surprise and looked around for the source, his eyes locked on to the remains of Combot.  Cautiously he approached the robot remains.

 “What the?”

 “Time till completion 23 hours 46 minutes and 45 seconds.” Tech looked at it with a large amount of worry and fear.

 “Okay didn’t give that feature. Probably time to start the melting process.” Tech walked towards the table to begin the process but one of Combot’s arms grabbed Tech’s throat and brought his face close to its head.

 “I can’t let you do that Tech.” Combot then let out a full power optic blast to Tech’s face, letting him go flying through the air and onto equipment. While Tech was unconscious Tech’s severed arm crawled across the table and fell off the table to a huge door with 25 locks on it. Seeing how it would be nearly impossible to unlock the door in its current state, the arm turned its attention to 6 canvassed figures. The fingers on the arm split into two and began to hack into the figures as they began to glow a haunting yellow. Combot just tried to sickly smile and cackled.

  “Time for those cheats to get reckt.”