#to enter the building where my exam is today

[saint-lajka]

good mornig chat i have had the most wild day yesterday. day of absolutely Perfect travel Vs. Night in the world's most wretched dingy 'hotel' in a sus alley in rybnik.

[izadi234]

Forget me not

-Warning: Contain yandere themes, neglected! gn!reader, mention of low self-esteem, the writer's first language isn't English.

Yan! Batfamily x gn!

Chapters

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7 (You're here)

Chapter 7

You were peacefully resting in your bed, dreaming about your celebrity crush when your obnoxious alarm clock rang. You groaned at the sound and normally you would turn it off but, today was an important day, today you were going to apply for your mentor. Without further ado, you got out of your bed, excited and somewhat nervous. It wasn't an exam but, you had to make a kind of resume and depending on that you were going to be assigned a journalism professional or as you would call it a mentor who would guide you in a more professional way. You would be fine with any professional, but you would like to have a mentor who had an excellent professional career and experience.Without thinking you got out of bed so you could start getting ready to go to college. You quickly had some breakfast and left your house like a flash, however, Mr. Johnson, the older man who rented you the apartment where you lived

.“Good morning, (Name)!” The older man who was sweeping the entrance of the building greeted you.

“Good morning, Mr. Johnson!” You greeted him with the same energy

“I see you are very happy today and with a lot of energy” he smiled at you

“That's right! It's a very important day today” you explained

“Oh really? Then I won't stop you anymore” the older man said softly

“Thank you! Have a nice day!” You said to walk again but out of nowhere you remembered something and turned around.

“Wait, Mr. Johnson!” You called him again and he turned to look at you

“Yes, (Name)?” He asked you

“I'll pay the rent today in the afternoon, it's just that in my rush I forgot the money in my apartment” you said a little embarrassed

“Oh, of course! Don't worry about that, kiddo!” said the older man with a smile

"Thank you very much! See you later, Mr. Johnson!" you said goodbye and then ran back to the university

Fifteen minutes later you arrived at the university faculty where your friends were already waiting for you to enter the classroom and finally be able to fill out those damn forms.

When you had your form in front of you, your mind went blank. What should you start with? Maybe with your grades! Or not, better with your practical performance! You were undecided and that was making you nervous since you only had an hour and a half to answer it.

No... You couldn't have an anxiety attack at that moment... Breathe...

Take a deep breath and close your eyes for a few moments.

You are a good student. A good human being

You can do this

Good. You knew how to start.

That was the fastest hour and a half of your life but you managed to make a decent resume in your opinion. You left the classroom with your friends, satisfied with your writing. With a calm heart you attended your other classes.

The day went by quickly in your opinion and soon you were on your way to your apartment. On the ground floor, there was Mr. Johnson again but now he was sweeping the entrance of his apartment. With a smile on your face you walked towards him.

That was the fastest hour and a half of your life but you managed to make a decent resume in your opinion. You left the classroom with your friends, satisfied with your writing. With a calm heart you attended your other classes.

The day went by quickly in your opinion and soon you were on your way to your apartment. On the ground floor, there was Mr. Johnson again but now he was sweeping the entrance of his apartment. With a smile on your face you walked towards him.

"Hello Mr. Johnson! I'll give you the rent money right now" you said and he seemed to pale a little when he saw you

"Y-you don't have to worry about that rent thing, (Mr. / Miss) (Name)" he said stuttering a little at first but with a nervous smile on his lips

"What? What do you mean? And you know you don't have to call me that right?" your smile faded a little when you heard the old man calling you

"I know, (Mr. / Miss) (Name)" he said still nervous "But I didn't know that..."

"You didn't know that...?" you asked, wanting to know what he meant

"I didn't know you were Bruce Wayne's kid..."

What the fuck?

"No, Mr. Johnson, he... he's not my father" you said a little confused

"No? He came to pay your rent and..." you interrupted

"He did what?" you said angrily

"Yes, and he also bought this building. He gave me a large sum of money and he's going to let me stay here with my family. He's a good man, your father" the older man smiled gratefully at you

No... He wasn't a good man. He and none of his other children were good to you.

What do they want from you now? Now that you were happy?

"No... I-I... I have to go..." you ran towards the elevators to go to your apartment

There weren't any cars that screamed Bruce Wayne outside the apartment complex and much less fit in the small parking lot. So that meant he was gone, right?

When you got to your apartment, you were going to open the door when you noticed something on the knob. It was a little scratched and turned more easily than in the morning.

Oh no...

Oh no...

Anyway you opened the door with your keys and even though everything was dark you could feel the presence of someone there.

"Okay, what the hell do you want?" you said as you turned on the lights so you could see Bruce better sitting on your couch

He was wearing a suit and had his hair combed, most likely he just left Wayne Enterprises.

"You have a nice apartment although... It's a little small" Bruce commented "I could give you a bigger one"

"Answer the question Wayne" you said with anger evident in your tone of voice

Bruce sighed and couldn't deny that hearing you call him by his last name as his rivals normally called him broke his heart a little more. He stood up and walked towards you to stop in front of you.

"I came to see how you were" Bruce said sincerely

You laughed at his words.

"See me? Me? Please! Don't make me laugh" you said with a smile but Bruce could see you were angry

"And you didn't have to pay my rent. I don't want to owe you more than I owe you"

"Owe me? (Name), you don't owe me anything" he was going to take your shoulder but you moved away from him

“I don’t want to have any relationship with you” you said while looking at him coldly

“As soon as I can I will pay you. Including my rent now” you sighed desperately

“You are my firstborn, my blood, (Name), I will always worry about you. We all worry about you” he said while trying to get closer to you but you just moved

I AM NOT YOUR CHILD!

It was what you wanted to yell at him but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you frustrated with just his presence so you just sighed. You were better than him than all of them.

“How did you find out that I lived here?” You asked him, a little calmer

“I am the best detective in the world” he pointed out

“And yet it took you several months to realize that I no longer lived in the mansion” you attacked back, but before he could answer, you spoke again

“Look, I am going to say this to your face. You aren’t welcome in my home, I don't want your charity, I don't want anything from you so please go away” you asked him in a firm voice

A voice that seemed very familiar to him

“Okay” he nodded after a few moments of silence “I’ll leave but I won’t give up”

After that promise he left your apartment making you let out a shaky sigh

How the hell did he know where you lived? That was your first thought, then you remembered Alfred and Duke but soon you dismissed those thoughts when you remembered that neither of them knew where you lived.

The next few days were quiet, Bruce hadn't shown up at your apartment, much less his children. Everything had been very quiet and that put you on alert because you knew very well that Bruce always kept his promises.

You were in class, focused on the professor when suddenly the director of your course named Mr. Wilson, knocked on the door of your classroom.

"Sorry to bother you professor" apologized Mr. Wilson "But I need Mx. (Last name)"

"Sure, Mx. (Last name), please" the professor pointed to you so you could go to the director

Intimidated, you got up from your place and walked towards Mr. Wilson. Once both of them walked out the door you finally spoke.

"Did something happen, Mr. Wilson?" you asked him

"The rector wants to talk to you" the man answered

That took you by surprise. Did something happen? Why did the rector of the university call you?

The rest of the walk, both remained silent until they reached the principal's office.

"The principal is already waiting for you" your director said without further ado and left you in front of the door

Your hands were shaking and you could feel your heart racing. What had you done wrong? That was the question that was going through your head and without thinking you knocked on the door.

"Come in" could be heard from inside and without further ado you went in

When he saw you, the principal smiled at you and motioned for you to sit in a chair in front of his desk

"Did something happen, principal?" You asked politely as you sat down on the chair

"No, nothing bad happened, Mx. (Last Name)" he assured you "I just wanted to tell you something"

"Sure" you nodded and paid attention to what he was going to say next

"Well, you see Mx. (Last Name), I didn't know your father was Bruce Wayne" he started to say but you interrupted him

What..? Bruce had come...? That left you speechless but you spoke anyway

"Y-yes... H-he's my biological father but what does that have to do with this"

"Yes, Mr. Wayne came and told me that from now on he's going to be paying for your tuition so your scholarship has been completely withdrawn"

You paled at his words.

Did they take away your scholarship?

Your scholarship that you had earned with so much effort?

"And he also made a nice donation to the university" the rector noticed your bad state

"But you don't have to worry, Mx. (Last name)! Or should I call you Mx. Wayne?" Your father will cover all your expenses"

"Please don't call me Wayne" you asked him

"Oh..." he seemed surprised but he nodded "Sure, as you wish"

"T-that would be all?" you asked with a broken voice

"Yes... sure" the principal nodded a little confused with your reaction

Without further ado you got up and ran out of the building.

Why did he even have to get involved in your studies?

You didn't want to go back to class anymore and you were going to ask one of your friends to pick up your things, for now, you had to relax. You ran your hands through your hair pulling it a little, while you sat under a tree. You put your head in your hands, trying to control your breathing.

(Name)?" a voice near you spoke and you recognized that voice perfectly

You got up and saw Tim kneeled in front of you while he looked at you with concern.

"Tim..." you said as more silent tears fell down your face. cheeks "W-what are you doing here..?"

"I came to see a friend but... Did something happen...?" he asked softly

"No, nothing" you said as you stood up and turned around while wiping your tears

"Hey! Wait" Tim grabbed your wrist but you quickly moved it away from him

"Could you leave me alone, Drake?" you said irritated

"Something happened to you" the young man confirmed

"And how do you know that something happened to me?" you asked him while crossing your arms

"You were crying and you're angry" he pointed out "Besides, you're not like this. You're normally a nice person"

"And what do you know about me, Drake?" you asked coldly "We've lived in the same place for several years but no more and don't pretend that you don't know why I'm like this. You're Bruce's right hand man, he tells you everything and the rest of his lackeys but mostly to you. You don't know even the half of who I am. So now leave me alone"

You turned around and walked away from him towards another direction on campus, leaving Tim surprised by your words.

"You heard them, didn't you?" Tim spoke into the earpiece he was wearing

Tim couldn't deny that your words didn't affect him but you were right, he didn't know you and he never bothered to do so and that makes him feel guilty...

What would have happened if he had given you a chance like Duke did? Would you be just as close?

Yes, Dick was always with him when he arrived at Wayne Manor but normally he was in Bludheaven and he couldn't deny that there were times when he felt alone until he met his friends from the Young Justice League...

If he felt alone then you must have felt more alone... Only for 15 years...

He would have shared his loneliness with you and maybe today he would be in Duke's place and instead of seeing him with that cold look, you would look at him with love and affection... Like an older sibling looks at his younger brother. And yes, he knows he has more brothers but they didn't look at him in a tender way, but as an equal, as someone else, but he wants to feel that soft love that he sees in Conner and Jon and that he knew now you could give him.

"That's right. They didn't seem too happy that Bruce started paying for their tuition" Dick spoke

"To be fair, I would have reacted the same way" Jason said now who was eating what sounded like some chips

"Jason, you react like that to anyone" Tim said as he started walking

"I don't think you should have gone" Duke said who sounded nervous

"It was good to try" Tim said

"But now they seem more distant than before thanks to father and Drake" Damian said an angry

"Come back Tim and we'll talk more here" Bruce ordered

"Yes sir”

"Alfred, I think this is going to get out of hand" Duke said, as he walked around the kitchen

"I know (Name), they are very stubborn" he said panicked

"And I know them too, Master Duke" Alfred said while washing dishes "I know that what they have always wanted is the attention of the family and now they have it"

"And what happens if they find out that we are part of this? They will end up hating us! I-I couldn't stand it" said the young man scared

"Maybe I should send them a message to tell them that we didn't know about this?" he suggested hastily

"Message?" someone asked from the kitchen door Both Alfred and Duke turned to see who it was and opened their eyes wide when they saw Cass.

"Miss Cassandra" Alfred greeted but she only looked at Duke with an intense gaze

"Message?" the girl repeated again

"Y-yes..." said Duke in a small voice

"You have… (Name)'s number?" asked Cass

"Y-yes..." nodded Duke

"Miss Cassandra" the butler spoke again as he stood in front of Duke

"Yes, both Master Duke and I have (Name)'s new number”

"So both you and Duke have kept it from us that you have my child's number?" Bruce asked in a stern voice.

Once Cass found out about this, she quickly called a meeting when Tim returned. They were all in the Batcave with Bruce standing in the middle in front of Alfred and Duke, the buttler being calmer and the boy who was much more nervous.

"That is right, Master Bruce," Alfred nodded.

"Why did you hide this from us, Alfred?" Bruce asked, a little hurt, making Alfred's heart sink.

"First of all, it is worth clarifying that it was my idea, not Master Duke's, so do not get mad at him," Alfred began. "But I knew that if we told them we had their cell phone number, all of you would try to call them nonstop. I do not want to sound rude, but we know (Name) better than anyone, and they are just as cunning as all of you. If you start forcing this thin thread you still have with them, you will only make them break up, and then we would be in serious trouble. You neglected them for years; this new attention from all of you is uncomfortable and overwhelming. You can not force this if you want them to come home again."

Everyone fell silent at Alfred's words, for he was right. They can't expect you to accept them back so quickly, but eventually you would...

No?

"Fine, Alfred, Duke," Bruce nodded. "Tell us what we should do."

Alfred's heart began to beat faster, though no one could notice. Finally, his plan was coming together now that the whole family was on the same page. Some more than others, but soon everyone would see you as he did.

Hello!

How are you all doing? FINALLY I FINISHED THIS CHAPTER! I hope you liked this chapter and If you did any kind of interaction would be appreciated as I would like to ready your opinions or ideas for this story! Anyway, I also wanted to ask you, would you like to see another character interact with (Names) from the DC universe and outside the batfamily? I would love to know your opinions!

Anyway, I hoped you like this chapter and I also hope to ready your opinions!

See you in the next one and I love you all!

-Izadi <3

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Displeasing Encounters & Passionate Debates // Chapter 2

My Masterlist

// Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 - mood-board // Chapter 3 //

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Fem!reader

Summery: After returning form district 12 Coriolanus snow has had everything handed to him on a silver platter. Wealth, status, power, he's got it all. What happens when he discovers that Dr Gaul, his mentor, has taken on a new assistant.

Warning: SFW - for now. Swearing. (let me know if i forgot any)

A/N: Hey Hey everyone, i'm so beyond glad that you all like chapter 1!! I honestly couldn't wait to share this next part with you all and i hope you enjoy it just as much if not more. Chapter 3 is actually already done, i just have to proof read and let me just say things will be gettin spicy...

Word Count: 2.3K

The past week has been less than manageable for Coriolanus. Around this time of year the capital enters into a season of continuous social events. From opulent galas to extravagant balls and leisurely brunches, every imaginable type of festivity adorned the calendar. Not that the capital is known for anything less than a good time, but at this time of the year it seems to be occasion after occasion.

Yet, for Coriolanus, these events were more burdensome than enjoyable, especially since the war. There was a time when his family flourished in these festivities, but even with his new found riches and elitist status, Coryo has not developed a likeness for these such things.

To compound matters, the university's exam period loomed over him like a menacing spectre, casting a shadow over his already overwhelmed schedule.

Buried under a mountain of study materials and invitations, Coriolanus finally found a momentary respite as he made his way to visit his mentor, Dr. Gaul. His interactions with her have been limited to brief consultations after her office hours or clandestine meetings in the university's labs, where time for anything beyond academic pursuits was a luxury he couldn't afford. Needless to say, Coryo is keen to return to the lab and commence working with Dr. Gaul.

He makes his way down the sleek hallways of the Citadel. Being a weekday in office hours the building is busier than he is used to seeing it. People clad in white coats smoothly streamline through the halls at a steady pace.

Within no time he is approaching the all too familiar doors to the main lab. The surroundings jog memories from the past few weeks when he has attended brisque meetings with the professor,

because no matter how brief his meeting may have been he always managed to run it her. 

Y/n would always be seated in the same position as she was when they first met, and every-time he would walk past they would acknowledge each other with a harsh stare. If Coriolanus didn't know any better he would think her resting face was a constant look of utter displeasure. 

What a waste of a pretty face.

He quickly shakes his head, disgusted with the fact that he even conjured those words in his mind. 

The distasteful thought prompts him to look to his side ready to engage in the brief - displeasing interaction. But to his surprise, the desk is empty. 

A wave of relief washes over him, mingled with a tinge of curiosity.. 

He tries to affirm to himself that he is relieved to not have to see her face today, but he can’t help but wonder why y/n is not seated in her usual station.

His relief, however, was short-lived, replaced by a sense of unease as he collided with something—or rather, someone—unexpectedly.

It makes a disgruntled huff, causing Coryo to look down in the direction of where his body made impact. There he sees y/n. Kneeling on the floor in front of him…

She scrambles to pick up the papers and folders that are now in a heap on the floor. 

Coriolanus makes no attempt to help her, rather he watches in amusement. As she struggles to regain her composure, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.

He crosses his arms and looks down on her. 

Once she has pulled herself together and neatly stacked her paperwork, y/n looks up at Coryo with a piercing gaze, still kneeling at his feet. 

His smirk drops as an unfamiliar feeling rushes over him, far to aware of the site he finds himself in. The position he and y/n found themselves in went from funny to…. to….

He can’t think of a word to describe it. (or he'd rather not think of it)

He takes a step back to give her some space to stand, her eyes never leaving his. 

“How kind of you to offer me help'' she states, words dripping in sarcasm. Seemingly unaffected the same way he was.

Coriolanus quickly straightens himself and plasters that dumb smirk back on his face.

“You're very welcome,” he grins, matching her tone.

With that, y/n huffs and rolls her eyes, making her way back to her desk.

Coriolanus takes this as his cue to continue his venture into the lab, but he can’t help but look back and examine y/n as she annoyedly rummages through her now disorganised papers. He can’t seem to shake that odd feeling he experienced before. So rather he focuses on how her current displeasure brings him joy.

As the days passed, Coriolanus's encounters with Y/n grew increasingly frequent, each interaction punctuated by a palpable sense of discord. Whether it was their chance collisions in the university halls or their confrontations in Dr. Gaul's lectures, their dynamic seemed fraught with unresolved tension.

That brings us to the present moment. Coryo was attending university, walking through the halls with his fellow peers when he once again hit something hard as he turned a corner 

For god's sake, he thinks. 

And then he looks down...

For fuck's sake

One the ground once again is y/n scrambling to pick up the papers she had dropped… once again.

“Are you following me?” he asks semi-demandingly, annoyance hidden in the back of his throat.

y/n Stands up and quickly straightens her self “for me to have been following you would require me to watch where you're going, and based off our collision i would say no” she says matter of factly, barely even looking at him as she flicks through her papers to make sure they are all in order.

Coriolanus gives her a once over. Y/n is not dressed in her typical business attire, instead she adorns a crisp white lab coat and red scrub like top and pants.

Before he is able to say anything else, y/n squeezes between Coriolanus and his friends in the direction of Dr. Gauls office he assumes. As she moves she brushes past him, the contact making his nostrils flare in annoyance. 

And He Prays that he doesn't have to see her aggravating face again… for at last a while 

Coriolanus is not a religious person, but he is certain now if there is a god they definitely do not faver him. Not even a few hours later he is entering one of the university's lecture halls for Dr. Gauls tutorial in (think of a name for a subject that discusses the ethics of the hunger games) and there she is, Y/n, standing in the centre of the room taking notes as Dr. Gaul speaks to her.

The lecture hall is shaped like an amphitheater of sorts. Levels of chairs with desks cascade down and around a flat space in the middle of the room, similar to a stage. 

Coriolanus moves quickly to a seat not wanting to give y/n the satisfaction of his attention (not that she was looking anyway). 

As the class settles and Dr. Gauls takes her place in the centre to address her eager students, y/n sits down at a small desk on the floor, its space occupied with what looks like an acrylic black box, its colour a stark difference to the rest of the room. Coryo now can’t help but stare now as y/n reaches into the box… no cage, and pulls out a white snake.

y/n holds it softly in her hands as it weaves around her expenditures. She lifts the snake above her head and places it around her neck, it looked to be maybe two feet long, it wrapped it's self easily around her shoulders.

He brings his attention back to Gaul as y/n’s head shoots up in his direction. Quickly settling his gaze away he tunes into what his professor is explaining.

“This new form of technology allows the wearer of the device, similar to a headband, to control their chosen mutt , making them do as they wish. The device scans and mimics the waves made by our brain and delivers them to the chip implanted in the mutt's nervous system through electromagnetic currents.” 

Dr Gaul then turns in y/n’s direction, silently giving her a cue to demonstrate. Y/n looks at the snake and it pauses for a second, as if they are having a mental discussion, and then wraps itself around her torso, spiralling down her frame until it reaches the floor.

The reptile makes its way towards the stairs of the auditorium, swiftly slithering off the hardwood floor. Gasps and small squeals can be heard as the snake passes under Students feet, making its way higher and higher. Clemensia Dovecote lets out a blood curdling scream and stands on her table as the snake passes her bye. Unfazed the slithering creature makes a direct line for Coriolanus's table. 

The Reptile wraps itself around Coryo’s leg, spiralling upwards until it lays atop his desk.

He is Tensing every muscle in his body, Coriolanus didn't hate snakes but he certainly wasn’t fond of them (not having a great history with them himself). The slithering creature lifts its body up until its face to face with Coryo.

Its stark black tongue darts out rhythmically as it tastes the air, The dark colour contrasts the unnaturally silky white scales that adorn its body.

Coriolanus scrunches his face in unpleasantness. 

And then, as if it was able to register Coryo’s distaste for it, the snake let out a violent hiss, spreading its mouth open and flashing its fangs. He tries his best not to flinch, but he can’t help but lean back as the snake halls itself higher arching its body as if it was reading to strike.

“Thank you y/n” Dr Gaul’s voice echoes through the room and the snake freezes.

Coriolanus dosen’t let his gaze fall from the snake until it begins to move. He follows it with his eyes as it slithers away, noticing y/n now positioned directly in front of his desk. The snake curls around her arm and makes its way to her shoulders where it hangs comfortably.

“If i didn’t know any better i’d say you were afraid” Y/n taunts as she strokes the body of the reptilian creature. 

“You must be mistaking me for Clemmy here” he deflects her comment and points notedly at his peer who still remains curled up in her chair shaking with her eyes closed. 

y/n simply hums, and brings her attention back to the blonde haired boy in front of her.

Just as he thinks she is about to walk away the snake darts out, mere inches from Coriolanus's face. He only allows himself to get a glimpse of its sharp fangs before he screws his eyes shut.

Y/n chuckles deeply, the snakes behaviour clearly still under her command.

“Get that vile creature away from me before I turn into a belt myself” Coriolanus spits out, his words laced with venom.

“Now, now…” y/n tuts, slowly stroking the back of the snake as it resumes its position on her frame.

“... you should know better than to insult your own kind” she smirks.

y/n swiftly walks away before Coryo is able to get a last word in

The nerve on this bitch

He is barely able to focus on the rest of the lecture, far too riled up by the class's previous events. He sits rigid in his chair, nostrils flaring as he stares y/n down for the remainder of the class.

She however, never once looks back in his direction, but oh he knows she can feel his burning gaze by the way she shifts almost awkwardly, forcing herself to place her eyes anywhere other than him.

He barely even registers that the lecture is being dismissed until students begin to push past his desk. He reaches down for his bag and makes an effort to leave his chair, stopped by the sound of Dr. Gauls voice ringing through the almost empty hall. 

“Mr. Snow, a moment” she beckons him.

He makes his way steadily down the stairs of the room. Reaching the lower level, he surveys the area quickly, eyes falling on y/n as she whispers something to the black box that now holds the reptilian mutt, eyes locking with his. He refuses to look away, attempting to assert some sort of superiority to her. 

y/n narrows her eyes fiercely at him, picking up the cage and walks out of the room. 

Coriolanus shifts his attention back to his mentor. 

“In such fast paced times, one can only spread themselves so thin” Dr. Gaul plainly states. Unsure what she is vaguely referring too, Coriolanus offers her a curt nod in acknowledgment.

“I have a request,” she continues. 

“In the next coming nights there is to be a gala of sorts and i require you to be in attendance”

Coriolanus holds himself higher, the flattery of the innovation overpowering his distaste for such events. 

“Thank you, Dr. Gaul. i would be honoured” he asserts.

Dr. Gauls' already wicked grin grows wider, sinister even. She chuckles deeply, amused.

“How wonderful ... y/n and yourself will have the most splendid of times”

Are. 

you. 

Fucking. 

Serious. 

His jew clenches, he wishes he was able to protest. Instead he simply offers a strict nod in Dr. Gauls direction and races out of the room. 

As he leaves the lecture hall, Coriolanus found himself consumed by a turbulent mix of emotions—anger, frustration, and a gnawing sense of unease.

His interactions with Y/n had left him unsettled, his usual facade of indifference crumbling in the face of their escalating conflict. The prospect of spending more time in her company filled him with a sense of dread, his resentment simmering beneath a veneer of polite acquiescence.

As he swiftly makes his way through the halls of the university, wishing nothing more than to forgot the events of today, he swears he can hear the echoing of Dr. Gauls amused laugh.

what a strange, strange women.

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neighbors in trouble part 2. —Gavi.

summary: After having meetings for a while, you realize that it is much more than sex. first part.

warnings: YES. +18. smut.

words count: +2.5k.

#SEXYNOTE: English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes. To the anonymous person who gave me the idea i love you 🩵

The starry night lit up when you poked your head out of the balcony smelling the fresh air rushing by.

"Hey" a hoarse voice greeted you, you turned your body as you heard your neighbor.

"Hi Gavi" you greeted leaning over the balcony railing, seeing the boy in his typical workout outfit.

"Rough day?" he asked doing the same as you.

You lifted your shoulders snorting. It had been quite a busy day, you had been working on a report and reading books for hours, but now you felt calm and relaxed as you arrived home.

"How about you?" you replied when you saw the tension in his name.

Gavi used to look more relaxed sometimes but today you were surprised to see him a bit tense when you went out on the balcony.

Especially because he didn't respond. He just stood there and looked at you with those eyes. He looked tired and stressed, the training had surely been heavy.

"I need you, baby" he admitted when you smiled at him as you felt your body vibrate.

His voice sounded caramel and it had an effect on you, something that was fucking exciting for you. So you moved close enough towards his balcony, as he was just a few inches away from yours until you saw him up close. Gavi reached out his hand and stroked your arm. He shook his head, beckoning you over.

With that you understood everything, you entered your apartment and he also entered yours, closing the balcony windows until you were inside your room. You ran to the door, crossing the short corridor that united you and at the moment you opened his door without security, you were cornered against it while Gavi kissed you fiercely.

You had missed your neighbor, you weren't going to deny it.

Now, Gavi's hands knew your body to perfection as they cupped your bare thighs, caressing them and your fingers anchored themselves in his locks of hair, tugging at it. You both gasped when your center rubbed against their crotch as Gavi took the time to kiss every nook and cranny of your skin, filling them with lust and longing to be felt.

"If you didn't show up tonight, I was going to come for you myself" he murmured unhinged with desire. A chuckle escaped your swollen lips.

"You really had a bad day" you teased grabbing him by the collar.

He narrowed his eyes nodding. "And I was really looking forward to seeing you" he squeezed your ass, making you gasp.

"To see me or fuck me?" you questioned amused.

"To fuck you i have to see you, right?" he laughed looking at you as he bit his lip.

What you guys had was hard to explain. Neighbors with benefits? Neighbors who helped each other? You didn't quite know but since what had happened that night, you hadn't been able to take your eyes (and other things) off your sensual neighbor.

You were kind of like friends who fucked and helped each other. It was nothing serious but something like a relationship where you didn't need labels and each one decided whether to continue or not. Kissing and touching was something you did often when you were together.

You were attracted to each other, yes. But only enough to fuck and then move on with their lives. You had been doing it for a few months since you first met and nothing had changed between you.

You both lived in the same building it was obvious that you passed each other and saw each other all the time but you acted like you didn't know each other or sometimes just said hello. Whatever you had only worked within the four walls and involved you both naked and full of pleasure.

Pablo trained every day, while you were 100% dedicated to your classes and exams. And although it's still very unclear how you got to this point, you both used to call each other when you needed to relieve stress. So just going out to the balcony or knocking on the door was enough to give Gavi permission to fuck you uncontrollably.

You still remembered how his lips had felt for the first time, the night you came to ask him for silence, two hours later you were making all the noise in the world while he fucked you like an animal. Just like now. On his bed, as your hands squeezed his muscular back and his hands spread your legs to settle between them.

"You're so fucking beautiful" he moaned against your breasts, sucking them vehemently.

A chuckle came out of your mouth as you heard it.

"I told you pretty words aren't your thing, Gavi" you teased amused. His face became more serious.

"Can't i say something nice to you for once?" the question took you by surprise.

Of course he could. But he never done it before, even though he tried the first time.

You nodded a little, biting your lip. He really thought you were beautiful? Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of his words. You moved closer to him and kissed his lips tenderly in an aggregate way feeling your belly stir.

His lips took your nipples again as he felt them so needy for pleasure, teasing you when you squealed at the pain he exerted when he bit it. A pleasurable pain that coursed through your whole body and anchored itself in your crotch.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, baby" he indicated taking off his pants and his underwear.

"That's more your thing" you smiled grabbing him by the back of the neck to slam your lips against his all at once.

It didn't take him long to move his hand down to your panties, touching you over them and then moving them to the side making sure you were ready to receive him and shit you were. A loud squeal came out of your mouth when Gavi entered you without warning, entering your body desperate to have you. His hand held you tight when his lips released you, still stunned by his action.

His hand took place on your hips, while the other one held against the mattress so as not to fall on top of you. Pleasure began to invade every corner of your bodies as Pablo continued to move inside you, in a hard, steady thrust that was driving you crazy.

It was hard to control the noises coming out of your mouth, as Gavi's cock made it almost impossible. You loved it so much, it filled you so much, it made you feel so good. Who knew you would start needing each other, asking for each other, enjoying each other after that time, something you would have never thought of doing. Something that started as a romp and ended in thousands of hot sessions of pleasure every now and then.

Now his hand left your mouth and was replaced by his lips, kissing you wildly to silence you moans. His lips were lovely and you felt it so intimate, so delicate.

It felt so good.

Every time Gavi fucked you it was fantastic. Even before you didn't care so much about sex but since that day you couldn't stop feeling wanted. Your relationship was weird and not as normal as any other, you knew Pablo would be there for you when you wanted to fuck but he would also be there if you needed a shoulder to cry on or someone to come out and clear your head when everything was bad. Because that's what he did when you were tired or needed a friend.

Although you'd always prefer to have him on top of you, fucking you like it was the last time you ever did it. Feeling the pleasure in every fiber of your bodies, feeding off each other, trusting and being free.

Gavi knew every part of your body and you knew about his, what you liked and what you hated, how he liked it and what you didn't. What you two had felt intimate and dirty at the same time, like fucking your apartment neighbor and then acting like complete strangers. You complemented each other so well when you were together and you didn't need anyone's permission or approval. Just each other's and you were doing a great job with that.

"Look at me, Y/n" he asked as your hips lifted to generate more friction. Orgasm was very close and Gavi knew it. "Look at me" he said again.

Your eyes focused on his and although it was hard to keep them open because of the amount of pleasure you were feeling, you were able to look at him as he wanted. Your hands held his chest and the penetrations were erratic, unbridled, desperate.

"Look at me making love to you" he whispered as his forehead rested against yours.

His words sent an electric current coursing down your back, sparks erupted from their bodies as his gaze remained glued to yours. The gleam in his eyes were like lanterns of light and you knew yours also looked like sparkles in the darkness.

He was making love to you. It wasn't just sex.

Maybe the first few times and for a few months but not today. Today it wasn't just sex. And you were loving it. You were enjoying it and you wanted me to make love to you.

He wanted to watch you as he made love to you, wanted to see how your body reciprocated his, how you took what he was giving you, how you felt what he felt. And shit, you felt it. You'd felt it from the first moment he showed up on the balcony today, you'd felt it two days ago when it was the last time you fucked, you'd felt it a few weeks ago.

You were his.

You loved his eyes. The black color that stood out of them when he laughed, how delicate his white skin looked when you were close to him, his strong arms taking you and holding you, his slender fingers when they touched your skin, his smile when he said goodbye to you after their encounter.

You loved everything about him.

How he would get overprotective when he saw you coming home with your friends, when he pretended to be sick so you would take care of him, when he called you at night to see if you were okay.

And now you were making love.

Maybe all this time you had been doing it but none of you wanted to admit it. Out of fear or denial but you were in love. You were stubborn and neither of you wanted to lose the fight, but you were right for each other.

Your hands ran up his chest gently, groped his neck and wrapped around his face as the pressure in your belly increased. You wanted to see him making you orgasm, you wanted him to see how he made you feel. Your legs trembled around your body and as you let yourself go, fire swept through your system. You screamed his name in a moan as your expressions went out of control, your vision blurred but through the clouds you could see how the orgasm was now hitting Gavi, grunting and penetrating you harder in the perfect place. His eyes lingered on yours as you felt his liquid spill inside you, hot and thick. His thrusts stopped as the spasms continued in you and Gavi's body fell over yours.

Her breaths were ragged and it was the only thing you could hear in the room, not a word. Her head rested on your chest as she tried to catch her breath and you froze. It was so much information to process, your mind was blank. You had just had the best orgasm of your life making love to Pablo Gavi.

Damn it. This was not what they had planned. And you were terrified.

"Are you okay?" he asked getting up a little to look at you. You nodded with a half smile.

"I... I don't know what to say" you said in a daze.

You really had so many things to say but you didn't know where to start.

"About what?" he said settling in next to you.

"About what just happened" you answered quickly turning to look at him.

"You made love to me" you mentioned without compunction.

"Yeah and what abour that?"

"I mean, we made love" you corrected.

"Do you want a statement or something?" he questioned with a laugh.

"What do you mean?" you hesitated. You were confused and had a hard time understanding his expressions.

Gavi sighed sitting up to see you face to face. Your stomach churned and your heart started beating as if you were running a marathon.

"Pablo..." you called out to him at his silence. His hands cupped your belly and pulled you close enough to him to make all your hair stand on end.

"I really like you" he admitted. "I want to be with you all day long, every minute I think about when I'll see you again, I wonder if you'll be excited to see me. I miss every second your body, your lips, everything about you" he kept saying and his words crashed in your chest. "I want to go out with you, for you to meet the guys, my parents, sister, I want to take you out to dinner, buy you things and then come back with you here"

Your heart started to jump in your chest, your cheeks were starting to burn and your desire to kiss him increased as you saw him there.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" he whispered at your silence. "Y/n?" he insisted.

A small smile appeared on your lips and widened as you moved closer to him to embrace him. The embrace was so warm and magical that butterflies began to fly in your belly beneath his hands.

Yes you understood, because you had felt that way too. You saw each other every day and each time you became anxious for more, sometimes you even thought you were obsessing but it wasn't just that.

"I want this" you said with conviction. "I want you, Gavi" your body was surrounded by his as your back pressed against his chest.

"I think I'm in love with you" You whispered.

You could feel his heart beat in rhythm with yours and it made you smile with happiness. Cuddled naked on his bed where you had just made love.

Where it had all begun.

"I love you, Y/n" he said in your ear.

Hearing those words sent your system into an uproar, they sounded so cute coming out of his mouth and it felt so special. For the first time you felt like your world was being pulled into an unexplainable experience. Your feelings were true for him, always had been.

You were in love with Gavi. And you were going to try. Together.

[tazofthehollow]

started with Trouble

pt. 2

pairing: joelmillerXf!reader

warnings: this one’s SAD yall, angsty asf. a bit of fluff, some implied anxiety, 2 mc deaths (not joel or reader), some mentions of depression. (as always lmk if i missed anything)

a/n: chapter 2 is here!!! again i am SO sorry for having such a heartbreaking chapter in store, i promise things do get better. only happy endings here. speaking of i have actually no idea how many parts this will be (im thinking anywhere from 6-10) i appreciate all the love, feedback, & support i got on the first chapter. i hope i can live up to all your expectations 🫶🏼🫶🏼

it was warm, it was honestly disheartening. your grandfather was sick, joel & tess started staying at your place. their apartment almost long forgotten, every book joel ever seen you pick up he brought over. most of their things took up the space in the spare room available. they traded shifts with you to watch after your grandpa so you could get some sleep. joel & tess decided it was best if they did most of the trades now, so you’d be allowed more time with your grandpa. this went on for weeks, playing chess with your grandfather, making sure he had his coffee, polishing any piece of jewelry either of you still owned. doing anything possible to keep your mind busy. joel noticed, he just didn’t know what to say. today was the day, you were finally seeing a doctor. it took a lot of charm & more ration cards than you’d care to ever admit but you felt the familiar sting at tears in your eyes as you approached the run down building. tears you’d never let shed anywhere but the bathroom floor of the moldy apartment

as you slowly walked your grandpa up the steps, he stumbles back. a fit of coughing catching you off guard, you quickly find your place at his side. guiding him the rest of the way, slowly entering the makeshift doctors office? could you really even call it that? there were 6 chairs lining the walls, a broken coffee table in the middle. your eyes scanned the room, a group of men a little older than you, bloody & bruised huddled close together. a kid in the corner, no older than 6. his eyes were bloodshot & from where you were sitting he looked like he was burning up. you took a seat, right beside your grandpa. you waited for seemingly hours. finally the doctor called his name

“alright grandpa cmon, i got you”

you say as you carefully help him up,holding his arm as you follow him into the exam room. the room was cold, a bitter cold. one that shook you right to your bones, the doctor asks for his symptoms, how long the pains been going on. you noticed a look the doctor & your grandpa shared. you find your brow furrowing but just as soon as the doctor noticed the gaze vanished as fast as it appeared. maybe you imagined it. after hearing his answers you chose it was best to tune it out. as the doctor examined your grandpa, his only responses were a exhausted nod & a few sympathetic glances your way. you hated doctors, even in the real world you’d have to be drug to one kicking & screaming. you weren’t happy to be here, you didn’t like pity. you especially didn’t like pity if it was coming from a 5’9 ‘doctor’ who seemed to clean for a world like this

you find yourself fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, the doctor steps in front of you. lightly tapping on your shoulder to get your attention

“can i speak with you outside for a moment?”

you stuttered, you didn’t expect him to pull you to the side. if anything was wrong wouldn’t he just tell grandpa? regardless you found your feet hitting the floor, trudging out of the room. you hear the sound of a door softly closing as you whip around, the doctors eyes hold so much sadness. so much pity, it makes you nauseous.

“maam, after my exam it’s come to my attention that your grandpas matter cannot be treated. i’m so sorry”

tears stinging your eyes again, you glance up praying for any sign of joking or maybe even dishonesty. that couldn’t be right, he was fine.

“um i’m sorry what? he uh he just started getting sick. it’s just a cough, he’s got no energy. maybe a virus?”

the doctor, Ben you’ve learned after reading his tag informs you

“i’m sorry maam. i wish it was, it appears your grandpa has symptoms of late stages of lung cancer. there’s nothing we can do from here but try our best to make him as comfortable as possible. if you need anything, stop by anytime”

your world shattered, there was no way. how could this be? the words cancer & no other way kept bouncing around in your mind. consuming you. you felt your knees buckle, the sobs came over you like a tide bringing you out to sea. your knees pressed into the worn concrete.

“ma’am, are you alright?”

ben, now kneeling down. placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. you quickly wipe your eyes, you find yourself nodding your head as you ask

“does he know?”

the doctor nods, not fully meeting your eyes.

“your grandpas been here before, a few months back. he voiced his concerns, he was an avid smoker & lung cancer runs in your genes.”

you tried to find comfort in his words but all you felt was misery, did he really know all this time? is that why he was so reluctant on coming here? coming back? you pushed open the door, eyes rimmed red

“trouble honey don’t cry, it’s alright. oh sweetheart i’m so sorry”

you quickly enveloped your grandpa in a hug, the doctor offers an apologetical nod before turning to find his next patient. you hesitantly walked your grandpa home, you made sure he got in his recliner. bringing him over a bottle of water & heating up a can of soup Joel had found last run.

“i’ll find medicine grandpa. you’ll get better, i’ll start going back out with joel & tess. i’ll find a cure”

your grandpas takes the soup carefully, sighing as he says

“ain’t no need for allat’ trouble. i’ve made my peace. i had a good life. there ain’t no cure out there for this”

the tears rim your eyes again, you plop down in the stool you drug over to sit beside your grandpa. you pick up his spoon & slowly start feeding him the soup; you know there’s no use in arguing with him. it’s clear he has his mind made up. as the night goes on you find yourself trying your hardest to tidy up. anything to distract yourself from the thoughts that threatened to consume you, you walk back to your seat. glancing over at your sleeping grandpa, you hesitantly pick up the copy of pride & prejudice joel brought over. opening it to the page you marked with a big maple leaf. after your eyes skimmed the same paragraph 6 times, you found yourself drifting off. your grandpas soft voice cut through right before the sleep sunk in.

“trouble, you awake hun?”

you quickly placed the book back down, quickly looking towards your grandpa. the sight your met with damn near breaks your heart, his dog tags. his most prized possession (besides you) hangs off the ends of his fingers.

“grandpa what are you doing?”

the tears are back, prickling & fighting for their way down.

“i’m givin you somethin to remember me by, cmon you used to play with em all the time growing up”

you carefully placed them in your hands, flipping them over letting the warm metal settle

“now trouble, when things get bad you get out of here. you don’t stick around. there’s gotta be more out there, a better life for you. one i couldn’t give you”

your grandpas eyes hold such a deep sadness, you weren’t sure how you’d ever missed it

“grandpa, i can’t just leave. you gave me the best life possible. you took care of me when no one else did. don’t say that”

he chuckles, wiping his own teary eyes

“you were my second chance at being the dad i never got to be, my biggest blessing in life. i’m so proud of you kid. just remember everythin i taught ya. things will work out fine”

you engulfed your grandpa in a hug, letting the tears fall as he tries to sooth you. eventually you find yourself scooting the couch as close as possible to him, wrapping your hand in his. as he was sure you drifted off to sleep he muttered

“i love you trouble, don’t accept no life you don’t deserve”

by morning; when you woke. your grandpa was cold, hand loosely holding yours.

-

the next morning, when joel & tess got back he was over the moon to announce the new found meds. well, the meds he traded most of his goods & a few ration cards for. he was practically beaming, over the last few months joel & your grandpa grew extremely close. bonding over how your grandpa was in the marines & how tommy spent some time in the army. your grandpa adored tess, said she was your sister in another life. it’s been a long time; a really long time before joel felt so… happy?

as he stumbles up your steps, tess not far behind he’s not expecting to be met with the corner. his heart drops to his stomach, the dirt around his eyes must surely be playing tricks on him. they were gone 2 days. only 2 days. what the hell happened.

tess steps infront of joel, pushing in the house to see the recliner empty. she trudged through until she found you; weeping in the corner of the moldy bathroom. joel was at a loss for words, how did this happen? wasn’t it just a cold? he rubs a hand through his hair as he takes in the scene, everything was so out of place. why was the couch half way across the room? why was the kitchen even darker than usual? why did that god for saken recliner have to be empty.

he wished he had answers, he wished he could find anything to say. just something that could measure up to the gap that was left behind, joel took in his surroundings. checking through the pieces of paper on your grandpas magazine stand mindlessly, his heart stops. a letter. addressed to joel. in seemingly your grandpas hand writing.

he glances around before hesitantly opening it, his eyes start to water as he begins to read. he couldn’t cry here. you needed him.

Joel,

weird getting a letter from a dead guy right? okay, yeah you’re right maybe it’s not the best time for my old man jokes. i know you have questions; i know you want answers so that’s what this is for. i know it ain’t like sitting in the living room, sharing some whiskey while we play chess but this is gotta do. has too.

lung cancer. that’s what the doc told me, said it was even more common now that the fuckin’ world ended. just my luck, survive them damn creeps just to be taken by something so stupid. who gets cancer after the world ends? in a world like this, things like cancer don’t cross your mind. i wish it had; maybe there would’ve been something i could’ve done sooner.

as far as my girl, trouble. please look out for her joel, i know it’s a lot to ask. i know you really can’t trust nobody no more but i trust you. i hate myself for bein such a coward. once i found out, i didnt know how to even say it. don’t think i wanted too. i dont wanna leave my little girl. promises are useless, you once told me this once & i agreed with you. but this, what im asking of you isn’t useless. call it my dying wish

get outta Boston, grab whatever gear i got & go. take trouble & tess away from here. (all those sewer shifts payed off. check the floorboards in the bathroom) FEDRAS only getting worse & it’s just a matter of time before them fireflies try to start shit here too. find a good life, a life you could all be happy. you’re a good man joel. don’t let this world break you.

love, grandpa.

-

a month had passed, joel mentioned the letter. you decided you’d read it when you needed too, thanking him but keeping it as short. in the front pocket of his pack, he kept it close wrapped around tinfoil so nothing would ever harm it. he took your grandpas last wish seriously. you were cold now, the light that once bounced in your eyes seemed to have vanished. joel returned back to his gruffness, keeping his eyes trained on you every second. a few more jobs, that’s all he had to do so you all could leave boston. tess & him drew up maps, planned as much as they could with you but ultimately decided they could figure it out. you were distant, tess was worried

“you think she’s okay”

tess finds herself asking joel, he decided to move his mattress into the living room. giving it to you & him taking the couch, he hardly slept. always keeping watch over you.

joel grunts as he slides the last few things in his pack, you only had 2 runs left. one for a battery & one for ammo.

“she’ll be helluva lot better once we’re outta here”

he grunts out, tess nods quietly. letting her eyes linger over your face. she notices the way the you grab at the dog tags while you slept, clinging to them like your life depended on it.

-

on the way to this trade, you seemed off. you always seemed off to joel these days, not that he’d ever mention it to you or even admit he noticed it but this was different. forgetting your jacket was the first tell. stumbling on some old rubble was the second. joel watched as you rubbed your shoulders trying to maintain any warmth your body produced. he hesitated, but ultimately without saying a word slides off his pack. taking off his jacket & handing it to you

you raise your eyebrows, the shock written clear as day over your face

“what’s this for?”

joel sighs

“you’re shivering. just take it”

you stare at the jacket for a beat before deciding to pull it over your shoulders. warmth spreading rapidly through that has absolutely nothing to do with the jacket.

the following night, after a successful run gaining their ammo it was called to celebrate. joel seen the light slowly returning to your eyes, you saw your grandpa in everything. you decided it was your reason to keep going, because he wanted you too. tess scored another bottle of whiskey, which was starting to be suspicious to joel. did she have a liquor supplier all this time & he was just oblivious? maybe distracted was the right word. he shrugged it off, quickly deciding if he did indeed know about the liquor distribution it probably wouldn’t have worked out in his favor.

you plop down on the couch, taking joels jacket off & sliding it onto the couch he’s been residing on. you plop down to your old smelly mattress, tess takes a seat beside you as joel finds himself settling into the worn couch.

an idea pops in your head, the led zeppelin cassette joel managed to get you still sat unplayed. after all the chaos with the runs & the death of your grandpa you didn’t feel as if you deserved even a smidge of joy. given the 3 shots you downed, you quickly had a change of heart. you skipped up & found your way over to the cassette player smiling

tess took notice of the way joel’s eyes lingered on you; following you like you were a special plate of china & the world around you was a bull. tess leans over, catching joel off guard as she whispers

“you’ve got it bad, don’t ya?”

despite the irritation, joel can’t help the faint smile tugging at his lips when tess averts her gaze back to you.

-

the last run, joel was estatic. well estatic in a joel grumpy miller way. you had all your supplies packed away. your grandpas dog tags hanging around your neck, the black bandana you found layering overtop of them. tess seemed happier, i mean joel & tess had plans to leave the QZ for months but never acted on it. they both silently agreed they couldn’t leave you behind. wouldn’t do it. so as heartbreaking as it was, when joel read the letter from your grandpa he made up his mind. it was now or never.

as things seem to go, especially since you appeared in joel’s life things were headed south. yep, this trade was going so far south he didn’t know how to handle it; not south in the ways you’d expect. everyone was safe, well everyone but Marlene & her crew. they got attacked. right before you all arrived, she was begging. pleading. if you deliver the kid, you’d get a full car. not just some rinky dink battery you were taking a 50/50 chance on. sounded easy enough. things weren’t ever “easy” anymore though. tess seemed to be right on board, joel reluctantly agreed but you didn’t seem okay with it at all. who brings a kid into this world? did she have anyone looking after her? it’s obvious she seemed pretty cared for but was this a set up? you tried to push down these thoughts, she really is just a kid after all. what’s the worst that could happen?

marlene speaks up, seemingly trying to speak only to tess

“she’s not cargo, she’s important. you just have to get her to the safe house”

you find yourself crossing your arms, the hesitance apparent on your face as you ask

“what’s so important about one kid?”

marlene visibly is getting annoyed, you can’t really tell if it’s that or the fact she has a bullet wound in her gut

“that’s none of your business trouble”

you pushed off the wall, heading out the door & finding a shaded spot near the concrete walls. you pull an apple out of your bag, cutting it in 2 as you snack on it. 5 minutes later, joel’s the first one out the door. grunting & muttering to himself, tess steps out with the girl

joel is immediately skeptical, you’re openly annoyed

“we don’t do babysitting”

he gruffs out in the direction of tess & the girl, ellie.

“especially for teenagers”

you add. regardless of how you feel, you accept the job. joel doesn’t hesitate after hearing your agreement, knowing it’s the best chance of getting out of the QZ they had.

-

from the moment you met ellie, it was clear as day you’d bump heads. ellie’s sarcasm & rebellious nature annoyed you to no end. maybe it’s because you’re used to being the sharpest tongue of the group, always quick with a witty comeback. but this girl? she was like sarcasms final boss.

ellie grins widely, glancing around at life outside the compound.

“so who’s the grumpy old man & the bossy lady?”

you deadpan, eyeing ellie as you say

“don’t matter. im the one wholl leave your ass behind if you don’t shut it”

ellie snickers, finding her steps falling back to match tess

“oh i like her”

tess snickers to herself, letting her head drop to her feet. ellie smiles brightly, maybe things would be more interesting than she initially thought.

-

3 days pass as they make the trek, they have to move through a subway station. it’s not ideal. even in the slightest, everyone knows that but seemingly ellie. you know she’s just a kid, she never had a life outside of this. she doesn’t know what runners & clickers even are really. this is what makes you the angriest, they send this girl to school. teaching her things that were deemed “necessary” but to you, everything she learned was bullshit. why wouldn’t you teach kids about this type of thing? why did they need to know about photosynthesis but not how to shoot a rifle. you shook your head in disbelief but found yourself never uttering a word about it. you’d probably get looked at like you were crazy. who in their right mind would willingly give a 14 year old a gun? yeah, maybe you were officially losing it.

in the subway; you stay behind ellie. joel leads, you make sure she ducks down when she should, turning off her flashlight so it wouldn’t draw the attention of any runners. it was ridiculous, like teaching a toddler to walk. did no one care about this girls safety? joel made quick work of every runner around, deciding it’d be easier to sneak around the clickers than just running into a losing battle. the nod & barely audible grunt he gave you was enough to know this was the plan.

everyone picked up on it, well. besides ellie of course, she charged a clicker. head on, stabbing it in the neck multiple times. 2 more clickers made their way quickly to the group, joel took one down as the other tried desperately to gnaw on tess. you scuffled up, ran over & threw tess your knife. she stabbed it, letting it go limp on her body. as you pull it away you find yourself spinning around to ellie

“do you ever listen? no. you’re reckless kid, & one day it’s gunna get you killed”

ellie chuckles

“yeah well maybe i’ve picked that up from you”

joel leans against the wall, hearing the entire argument he decides to speak up. trying his absolute hardest to hide the smallest smirk falling on his face.

“she’s got a point trouble. kids just a smaller version of you”

both you & ellie glare at him, shouting in unison

“shut up, joel”

-

fuck. that’s all you could think when the FEDRA officers stopped you. they grabbed tess aggressively, pulling her to her knees as they check her. making sure she’s not infected, the bulkier officer throws ellie to the ground.

“hey she’s a kid, get the fuck off her”

struggling under the officers weighted grip you try to break away. he pushes you harder, enforcing you to the ground.

“check em”

one of the officers says, an officer joel recognized as a man he often made deals with. a man who warned joel before they left that FEDRA wasn’t playing around, they were taking curfew seriously since they got word of a potential firefly attack.

nick, the officer joel recognizes speaks in the radio

“got 4 here. breaking curfew. armed”

you hold your breath, feeling the familiar sting of the scanner as it shoots through your neck. green. they move to joel, you glance at him seeing the fear in his eyes. why was he so scared? he was always fearless. green. at the last second, as the last officer moves to scans ellie he hears another officer cut through the radio

“kill em”

joel acted before he thought, he quickly took down nick. slashing at his throat before you pounced on the bulkier officer. tess quickly sprung into action helping you take the man down. as you back peddled & stood your face dropped. tess was holding the scanner, only it was red. infected. your hand slaps over your mouth, joel looks at ellie furiously as he quickly grabs his rifle

ellie looks panicked

“wait wait. it’s old. it’s 3 weeks old. it’s healed see”

she raised up the arm of her long sleeve, showing a scar over the bite. could it really be healed? sure there was rumors there were some potential immune out there. you never personally met anyone so you just chalked it up to some urban legend people started to find peace in this bat shit world.

you quickly find yourself standing infront of ellie, almost instinctively. joel hesitantly lowers his weapon as he meets your eyes. you try to signal everything was okay, if it wasn’t it’d be on you. the look joel gave you, was one you hadn’t seen in a long long time. the look of lucifer you called it, he straps up his weapons as he quickly makes his way away from the scene before you.

you jog up to him

“don’t worry joel. it looked healed. maybe she really is immune. she’s just a kid”

joel grunts, not meeting your eyes as he says

“kids can turn too. dont mean shit”

you roll your eyes, sighing as you find yourself back in step with tess. ellie lingering not far behind. she knew you’d find out, she really wanted to tell you but what did that matter now? the truth was out. joel hated her even more, tess seemed so hesitant with her but you? she couldn’t wrap her head around why you ran in front of her. she assumed you & joel were together, if not then extremely close. why would you jump infront of a gun, the man you seemingly loved was holding just to protect some random girl you met only days ago.

as you find your way into an abandoned warehouse; joel turns to tess

“are you sure this is a good idea?”

tess sighs, fighting back her own fears. biting them back, deciding she’d rather choke on them than voice them. she knows the girl can’t handle anymore doubt.

“yes joel, we need a car.”

ellie is sitting on the ground, a few feet from you as she digs out a nicely wrapped sandwich. you look at her in disbelief as she slowly snacks on it, you shake your head turning your attention back to tess & joel

“i mean it tess. if she so much as twitches”

ellie well being ellie, starts twitching. earning her a glare from tess but a quite chuckle from you. joel turns to you, glaring disapprovingly. he could barely handle one of you, let alone 2. he was in a world of trouble

-

tess. that seemed to be the only word your mind would spin around. it wasn’t supposed to be like this. tess was supposed to be here through the end. you were supposed to find a new beginning together. your bestfriend. you feel ellie tugging you towards joel as tess stands before you. she smiles at you, a smile you’d commit to memory. a smile you’d never let your mind forget, as she admits she is indeed infected. how could this happen? there’s no way tess, the only other person in the world you trusted other than joel could die. you’ve already lost too much. she mouths.

“i love you, stay outta trouble for me”

the tears brimming your eyes can’t even begin to explain the rage you feel. the hurt & the misery. tess couldn’t be gone. no. that’s impossible. just yesterday she was helping you braid your hair. the day before she was picking nuts with ellie, teaching her which ones she could eat & which ones would make her deathly sick.

every impossible thing, or seemingly impossible thing your mind wandered too you couldn’t help but admit they didn’t happen. your grandpa died. leaving you alone. you left boston qz. you took in a 14 year old girl to smuggle. tess died.

your minds spinning, you’re running on rage. as the light at the end of the tunnel blares through you make quick work on climbing up to it. breathing in the fresh air, letting the tears fall

joel stays back with ellie, avoiding every question. keeping his eyes trained on your back. he’s hurting, tess was his partner. his bestfriend. but you? god he can’t imagine how you feel. loss after loss. heartache after heartache. he lets his mind slip to how he felt the night he lost sarah, could you be feeling that bad? joel promised himself he’d never let you turn into the type of person he was. a vengeance hungry, rage driven man.

ellie starts her questioning early, like who was tess to joel. who was she to you. he reluctantly answered the first few

“tess was my friend, was troubles best friend. knew her real long time.”

joel decides to keep it short, give ellie enough information to keep her satisfied but nothing was ever enough with this girl

“how long did you know tess?”

joel sighs, becoming quickly fed up. he doesn’t know why he thought he could do this. talk about her like he wasn’t still processing everything that just happened.

“look, kid. we’re setting some rules. rule 1. don’t bring up tess. ever. let’s keep our histories to ourselves. 2. don’t tell anyone about your uh. condition. people out there won’t think twice’ they’ll think you’re crazy or you’re lyin’. rule 3. do what i say, when i say it. no arguing bout it.”

joel looks to ellie, seeing if she’s taking any of this in or just downplaying it

“ellie.you taking this seriously? repeat it back to me.”

ellie sighs as he kicks a rock, she looks up to see you crouching down fishing out your water bottle as the top of the tunnel.

“do what you say, when you say it”

-

joel half expected you to turn cold like you did when you lost your grandfather, seeing you still laughing with ellie or teasing him made his heart swell. he knew you both missed tess, he also knew that there was an unspoken agreement between you two about not mentioning tess. you learned you liked coping with your grief privately. crying to yourself while you were on watch while joel pretended to sleep. he wanted to comfort you, let you comfort him. he wanted you to know he was there, literally right there & he’d stop the world if you asked him too. he ultimately understood, he didn’t pry. he’s no stranger to loss, over the years he just got better at dealing with it.

as the weeks pass on, you & joel both realize ellie’s lack of discipline was a major problem, she confirmed your suspicions that she grew up without her parents. she never really had any idea of authority other than teachers or marlene. no shocker there you thought as you strapped up your boots.

during the journey ellie finds herself constantly wandering off, finding any & everything about the outer world interesting. at first you found it endearing, that was until it often more times than not resulted with ellie in some sort of trouble. once being “quick sand” like mud, the next her being swarmed by runners as she climbed up a tree. ellie always seemed to get out just in the nick of time, it didn’t ease any of your anxieties though. as you drag her away from the sunflower field back to the makeshift camp you & joel put together you turn to her. scolding

“do you have a death wish? or are you just stupid?”

ellie chuckles, finding the scolding more amusing then fearful

“relax mom, i was just looking around”

you freeze, you know ellie’s teasing. even though you can’t deny you wouldn’t mind having such a bad ass kid, ellie was talented. she was smart & witty & super fucking cool. you couldn’t deny it, hell even joel wouldn’t deny it. you find yourself muttering

“don’t call me that”

as you briskly walk away, ellie laughs lightly as joel just grunts. he notices the way your shoulders tensed. the way you were like a deer in headlights, he couldn’t imagined he’d act any differently if roles were reversed. he decided against following you; taking back to his back of skinning a rabbit.

-

one night by the fire, after you finally convinced joel to sleep you found yourself missing your grandfather & tess. you always missed them but tonight was different. you let your mind wander to the “what if they were still here”. you know your grandpa would’ve insisted on playing chess everytime you made camp, you knew tess would find some way to make the situation seem safer. she had such a good way of just making everything feel okay, even if she was intimidating as shit.

you kept seeing flickers of silver in the moon light, you knew ellie wasn’t asleep. her breaths weren’t gentle & she was squirming too much. you glance over to her

“something on your mind kiddo?”

ellie hesitates before she sits up, pulling out the switchblade into your view as she sighs

“someone gave me this. before they, ya know”

you find yourself nodding, understanding the weight of loss. if anyone did; it was you.

“i get it. i carry my grandpas dog tags everywhere it’s stupid but-“

ellie cuts you off almost immediately, not even letting you utter the last words of your sentence. you look up to her shaking her head profusely

“it ain’t stupid”

-

joel finds himself stuck between your fiery personality & ellie’s stubbornness more often times than not. he doesn’t say much, letting the excitement or the argument die out on its own. a few times he’s had to intervene, reminding you of the task at hand. the fireflies. getting the car. maybe finding tommy? he hasn’t brought this up to you yet. he tells himself it’s the fear of you declining but he knows you’d be more than happy too, maybe he need to swallow the truth. what if tommy’s no longer out there waiting for him? the last time he heard from tommy, was from the radio months ago. he knew tommy was apart of some firefly group out west but that’s all the information he knew about it. he hated the fireflies, almost as much as he hated FEDRA. both groups seemed to be good at one thing, ripping is family from him.

as the day moves on, he can’t help but let his thoughts move to you. it’s been so long since he felt any sort of attraction. he tried so desperately hard to shove these feelings down, bury them so deep that they’d never resurface. after losing tess, it just pushed you both closer. he realized he was moving his sleeping bag closer to yours & ellies, he noticed the way he sacrificed anything possible just for you two to have more. food, water, sleep. it didn’t matter to joel, the only thing that did was the hope that maybe. just maybe, you’d eventually feel something for him.

joel watches you with ellie, seeing the way your eyes light up as she sketches any & everything you suggest. the way you smile to yourself as your do ellie’s hair, the way you read a chapter of frankenstein to her every night. he loved listening to your endless bickering. he knew ellie adored you, even if she refused to actually tell you

“you’re good with her, lot better than you think”

did he really just say that out loud? since when did joel speak his mind about any sort of feelings?

you shake your head, averting your gaze past the fire to where ellie lays with her back turned. a small smile graces your face & joel swears his heart grows 3 times the size

“she hates me cowboy”

joel chuckles, half for hearing the word cowboy leaving your mouth after months of just calling him joel or miller. he couldn’t be happier; the other half for how oblivious you are too the seemingly perfect match you & ellie made.

“she’s just like you. that’s why yall clash”

you shake your head, quickly standing & finding your way to your sleeping bag. leaving joel to stand on watch, he loved being on watch. knowing for 100% certain he could protect you & ellie made him content. every bristle of leaves his gaze darted around the forest. in all actuality he knows, you made sure they went so far out that there was no way any things lived out here.

“maybe a fucking bear or two though”

ellie muttered behind you; you stifled a laugh. as joel replayed this memory he’s started by ellie quickly plopping down in front of the fire before joel

“so you & trouble, huh? that’s so bad ass”

joel grunts

“ain’t like that”

ellie chuckles

“sure it’s not”

-

[levihanskid]

‘Till the End of the Line: Bakugo Katsuki’s Twin AU chapter 2

Ch1 ao3 link wattpad link i'm sorry this took so long, vet school is killing me ;-; this chapter has been sitting in my drafts for so long but the latest episode made me finally do it

The following months have been extensive for both Katsuki and Mitsuko. They tried to be consistent with their morning runs, but there were times where one or both of them would sleep in. Mostly Mitsuko, which pissed her twin a lot. After school, they would spend an hour improving their physical condition and stamina, and another hour training with their quirks. All while trying to keep up with their studies and reviewing for the entrance exam.

Ten months had passed, and the twins are now walking towards the enormous gates of UA High School. They took the written exam a few weeks ago, which was easier than they expected. Today is the day that the twins are anticipating the most, the practical exam. Mitsuko felt a mix of emotions as she looked up the school’s crest on top of the gate. She’s nervous, but at the same time she’s excited and can’t wait to put her training to use.

As they entered the school grounds, a familiar curly green hair caught her eyes. “Hey look, it’s your bff,” she nudged her brother.

From a few feet away, Midoriya Izuku stood at the middle in deep thought. Probably freaking out on the inside.

“Out of the way Deku!” Katsuki yelled.

“Kacchan! Micchan!” Izuku called in surprise.

Mitsuko visibly cringed at the nickname he used to address her and eyed the boy. “I told you to stop calling me that.”

“Move it! Or I’ll kill you!” her brother spat, unaffected by the childish nickname.

The boy immediately stepped out of the way and stuttered. “G-good morning! Let’s uh— let’s do our best!”

The twins didn’t say anything back, but she gave him a small smile before continuing to walk to the building.

“Isn’t that Bakugo? From the Sludge Villain Incident?”

“Yeah. And that’s the girl from the video. They’re twins aren’t they?”

Mitsuko is used to people murmuring about them, given that her brother is a big show off. This isn’t the first time they had people talking about something that one of them did, so she chose to ignore the whispers and looked ahead.

Inside the auditorium, they were greeted by the Voice Hero, Present mic. Mitsuko sat next to her brother, as well as Izuku who chose to be seated next to them and is currently fan boying over the pro hero at the podium. Katsuki tried telling him to shut up, but the boy kept muttering to himself and Mitsuko had to lean away from his direction to avoid getting distracted.

“As the application says, you’ll be participating in a ten minute battle in a mock city. Get ready! After this, you will head to your assigned battle center.”

She looked at her examination card, and then glanced over her brother’s.

“In other words, they’re not letting friends work together, huh?”

“You’re right,” Izuku agreed, his eyes glued to the blonde boy’s card. “We have consecutive numbers, but different centers.”

“Don’t look, want to die?” Katsuki threatened. “Tch. Now I can’t crush you, damn it.”

His last words made the curly boy move away a bit and turn his attention back to the stage.

“Makes sense,” Mitsuko whispered, her focus still on her card which displayed a letter C while her brother got A. “The exam is meant to test our individual abilities. They wouldn’t want us to tag-team.”

Present Mic continued his presentation. He went on to inform them about the types of mock villains they will be facing and that each type represents 1, 2, and 3 points each. They were also told about the gimmick villain that they’re supposed to run away from since it’s just there to cause trouble and not give points.

She played with her fingers as she tried to listen, making sure she knows every detail.

“Stop fidgeting,” her brother snapped. “It’s annoying. Why are nervous anyway?”

“I don’t know. It’s a mix between excitement and anxiety. And this orientation is taking so long,” she replied, intertwining her fingers to keep them steady.

“You’re right. We’ve heard enough, I can’t wait to crush those bots. Think you can get a hundred points?” her twin asked, still looking ahead. Although it’s obvious that he’s also starting to get restless.

“A hundred might be impossible, considering the time limit, the competition, and the fact that we won’t have any idea where the villains would be.”

“I can make it possible,” he brother scoffed. “And I’ll make sure to get the first spot.”

“Is that a challenge?” she raised a brow. “Whoever gets less points have to do the other’s chores for two weeks, then.”

Katsuki grinned at the raised stake. “Deal. Let’s show these extras how it’s done.”

***

Mitsuko tried containing her loud heartbeats as she stood before the door where the exam is going to take place. After the orientation, they were directed to change out of their middle school uniforms and get on the bus that would take them to their respective battle centers. She had changed into a white racerback tank top and some sweat pants.

The format of the test is very fortunate for her, since her quirk can easily be utilized. She imagined how those with quirks that only works to people would do against robots.

“Let’s do our best!” she heard an excited voice. Mitsuko looked over her shoulder to see a girl with pink hair and pink skin talking to the people around her with no tinge of awkwardness. They locked eyes for a moment.

“Huh? Why do you look familiar?” the girl looked at her with a hint of recognition.

Before she could respond, the voice of the hero Present Mic echoed through the speakers.

“Start! What are waiting for? Real fights don’t have countdowns!”

Mitsuko didn’t waste any second and ran inside the training grounds, using her quirk to propel herself forward.

She saw a couple of number 1 and 2 robots straight ahead. Without any hesitation, she pointed her palms toward them and willed her quirk out. Her forearms glowed in bright white-yellow color. The light traveled onto her hands into her palms before blasting to the direction of the robots. They exploded with the contact, leaving electric sparks and smokes.

“Nice quirk ‘ya got there,” a voice from behind commented. Mitsuko whirled around and saw a boy approaching her. He’s got blonde hair and gray eyes, but what caught her attention (in a bad way) was the annoying smug face that he has.

She didn’t reply, so the boy continued. “Must be nice having a quirk so flashy, huh?”

He tapped her on the shoulder, and a look of recognition flashed across his face for a second, before being replaced with a smirk. “Weren’t you that girl from the video? Didn’t expect you to be here after all that shit talking to those heroes.”

The smirk was one thing, but his words made Mitsuko’s blood boil. Her red pupils dilated and her right eyebrow raised as she tried to stop herself from blinding the guy. She shouldn’t be distracted right now.

Another batch of robots showed up, and she thanked the heavens for giving her an excuse to walk away from where she’s currently standing.

“Sorry, but I don’t have time for a chitchat,” she said in a monotone voice, swatting the guy’s hand away from her shoulder.

She ran to destroy the robots, but before she could stretch her hands out, quick flashes of light reached and blasted them into pieces. No, those were not just lights, they look too much like hers.

She looked back to where the lights came from, confusion clearly visible from her face.

“Whoops! Sorry for stealing points from ‘ya, but I gotta do what I gotta do, don’t ‘ya think?” it was the same blonde guy, still wearing his irritating smirk. He turned on his heel and began walking away. “I’ll be having this flashy quirk for a while, better make use of it!”

Those words confused her even more. Did he just get her quirk?

She shook her head and put her focus back on the exam. Shit. Was he trying to stall me for some reason?

The exam just started, but she could’ve gotten more points if she wasn’t standing around having a one sided conversation with that guy. She can’t afford to waste more time.

She flew around the grounds looking for more targets, blasting her quirk backwards to levitate and propel herself faster. Taking down every robot she encounters along the way as quickly as she could.

She was at 23 points, if she counted correctly, when she reached the area where a lot of the kids are gathered. Present Mic’s voice echoed through the speakers again.

“We have reached the half time!! Five minutes left before the exam ends!!!”

She saw a bunch of robots with different points surrounding the students. More people means more robots to see them as targets. Just as she figured.

Mitsuko jumped over, smirking in satisfaction as she shot her quirk out at every single robot within her sight while using her flexibility and agility to maneuver herself.

The kids stared at her in awe. “What an awesome quirk she’s got.”

“Isn’t she the girl from that one video?”

“Hey! Leave some points for us!” one of them shouted out.

She continued gathering points, keeping herself airborne using her quirk and sometimes stepping on the robots to use them to keep her momentum. She kept going, faster and quicker, not letting the others steal points from her again.

By the time her feet touched the ground, all of the robots around the area were already blown into bits. Mitsuko wiped the sweat from her forehead and tightened her ponytail. She also noticed her arms glowing a bit. She must’ve used up the stored energy in her body since it’s currently absorbing sunlight again.

“You are so cool!! Those movements were amazing! You look like you could be a great dancer!” the same pink girl ran to her with enthusiasm. Mitsuko just noticed a pair of horns protruding out from her pink curly locks.

“I don’t dance,” she replied, looking around for more robots to destroy. She realized she lost count of her points after her exhibition earlier.

“Really? You should try! The way you’re moving while fighting is awesome!”

“I came here to be a hero, not a dancer,” Mitsuko cut the girls’ blabbering. “Sorry, but I really don’t have the time to–“

The ground shook, and a loud grumbling mechanical sound cut her last sentence. She looked up to see a huge robot approaching. It’s the zero point they were supposed to run away from.

Anyone with no balls would run away from that thing, all right. She thought to herself.

“Let’s go! That’s a no-pointer!” the pink girl pulled the back of her top.

Before they could take a step back however, the robot continued to stroll through the streets, destroying the buildings and causing debris to fall down.

Talk about keeping the damage to a minimum!

People began to scatter in a panic. Everyone was pushing trying to run away.

A huge piece of the building’s wall caught Mitsuko’s attention. It was plummeting into the direction of the students, specifically the pink girl. Mitsuko didn’t even realize that the girl started running off. The girl was looking over her left shoulder, seemingly trying to call Mitsuko to join the retreat. While the debris was coming from her right side, a complete blind spot.

She hasn’t trained much to target moving objects, not to mention fast ones. So she decided not to try and shoot it while it’s falling down.

Her next action was caused by the heat of the moment. It was a crazy idea, but she prayed it would work.

Mitsuko ran towards the girl faster than the rock. When she reached her, she pushed the girl out of the way and produced the strongest energy barrier she could muster. It was a move she’s been improving for the past year. It worked against her brother’s attacks, so she’s hoping that it’ll work against the huge piece of rock.

It did. Sort of.

She was able to stop the debris without her barrier faltering, but its weight and momentum was too heavy. She couldn’t free a hand to blast the rock into pieces. Now she’s stuck holding both her hands up to maintain the barrier.

She heard the pink girl grunt from behind her, and a spray of acid splashed onto the lower part of the rock causing it to move a little. In that given moment, Mitsuko quickly released her barrier and used her quirk again to make the rock explode.

The debris was casting a shadow over her so unlike before, her arms seemed to glow brighter. The rock blew up into pieces, but her body continued to glow a little as it absorbed sunlight to compensate for the energy she just lost.

Mitsuko turned around, panting as bits of sweat began forming on her forehead. She saw the girl trying to stand on her feet, but she couldn’t seem to put weight on her left foot.

“Can you run?” Mitsuko asked.

“No, I think I sprained my ankle from falling down earlier. Why’d you have to push me so hard anyway?!” the girl exclaimed.

“Huh!?” Mitsuko’s brows furrowed. “How is that my fault?! I just saved your ass!”

They didn’t have more time to argue, because the zero-point robot was nearing their position. As much as she hated it, Mitsuko took the girl’s arm over her shoulder and began moving. The people had thinned out, the other examinees must’ve managed to run off far from where they were.

Great. That just made their situation worse, because now the only targets the robot has was the two of them. And it’s currently aiming its enormous metal hand to swat them like little flies.

Despite trying to convince herself that UA wouldn’t allow anyone to get killed for an entrance exam, Mitsuko’s wracking nerves still got the best of her.

With gritted teeth, she let go of the girl’s arms, “Take cover!” she yelled and turned around to face the giant villain. She raised her arms, still glowing from the absorption, and waited for the perfect time to blast. But before that perfect time came, she felt a sudden smack behind her head.

Anger and confusion took over her as she tried to process what just happened. Mitsuko looked around with furrowed brows and saw a guy walking past her.

The annoying blonde kid from earlier stood in front of her and threw an energy blast towards the hands of the robot. Just like their first encounter, his blast looked so much like her quirk. The villain stopped, and the boy snickered before looking back at her. “I never planned to go after the gimmick, but I thought you needed saving,” he said in an arrogant voice which made Mitsuko’s mind ring in irritation.

“YOU FUCKING COPYCAT!” she began stomping towards him.

“Oh, you finally figured it out? You’re welcome, although that’s not a very nice nickna—“

“ARE YOU STUPID?! THAT ATTACK WAS SO WEAK IT WON’T EVEN MAKE A SCRATCH!”

There was a loud metallic creaking sound. Mitsuko looked up, the smokes are gone so she could clearly see how right she was. The robot is still standing, not even a dent could be seen in its huge hands that is now coming down to them faster than before.

She muttered a curse before running to the right side, leaving the other two frozen in their place. When she reached the right spot, she raised her arms once again and acted as fast as she could.

She willed her quirk out, this time much stronger and concentrated than before, making her entire arms glow instead of just her forearms. The light traveled through her hands and palms before shooting out, her legs almost giving up from the shot's recoil. It hit the robot’s elbow, just as she planned. Her attack was powerful enough to pierce through its armor and cut its forearm off, stopping it from hitting the other kids.

Panting, Mitsuko then just realized that she lost track of both the time and her points. She was about to run to gather more points when Present Mic’s voice echoed once again.

“TIME’S UP!”

“Dammit!”

[arivsxq]

Meddle About Chapter 1

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Theme: strangers to lovers, angsty shit

Warnings: smut, hookup, fwb, mdni, maybe slow updates

Word count: 2,5k+

Songs: Meddle about-Chase Atlantic

Heartbeat-Childish Gambino

A/N: read the teaser first for some context

I'm not a big fan of one-night stands, but it happens when it happens. That's why I love waking up before the other person. I can snuck out without them noticing and I succeed this time too. The man, I don't even know the name of, was sleeping like a baby when I left his apartment. He was cute and the sex was better than I had expected from a one-night stand but that's it. When I got home, I first got under the shower. The memories of last night were blurry and I couldn't even make out what we talked about.

When I looked down my body I noticed the marks he had left on me. Purple tiny spots covered my breasts and stomach, and probably my neck too but I didn't even dare to look into the mirror because, from the start of the day, I knew that I looked as horrible as I felt.

My day wasn't fascinating.  The only thing I did was study for my upcoming exam and have mental breakdowns because I didn't understand shit. That's why I impatiently said yes when Carla asked me to go out with her and some university friends. She sent me the location of the restaurant they were meeting up and it was only 15 minutes from my apartment. I didn't put on anything too fancy. A pair of jeans combined with a strapless top. After getting my purse and jacket I made my way to the restaurant, hoping to loosen up a bit and stop thinking about my studies.

It's 9 pm when I reach the restaurant. For something in Gangnam, it looks a bit cheap but I don't mind it. As soon as I enter the building a familiar voice calls me. "y/n!" Carla's voice echoes through the whole restaurant while she waves at me. My feet start making their way to the huge table where a lot of people are sitting. Probably 16 I would say. Some faces are familiar and some are not but my mouth falls almost open when I see a particular face. It's him. The guy I spent the night with. Our gazes meet and he looks as confused as I do. I didn't know he goes to the same university as we do.

"omg, I'm so glad you made it. Hey guys" Carla shouts into the round "This is my friend Y/n" I cringe at the feeling of everyone staring at me even though I love to be the center of attention, but something makes it different this time. I mean who wouldn't be embarrassed when the guy you slept with and sneaked out of his house was staring? He was pissed. I could see it in his eyes, Who would have thought an action like this would hurt his ego? Okay, I get it, it was a bitchy move from me just to leave but isn't that what everyone does? Who the fuck wants to talk to their one-night stand on the next day after sobering up? Not me.

"you can sit here" Sungwoo and his little friend group interrupt my thoughts. I mentally roll my eyes but make my way to them because the other option doesn't sound so great either. Sitting beside the bunny guy isn't something I want to do. I don't have problems with meeting people I had sex with but this is too fresh. Literally. 24 hours ago I didn't even know about his existence and now I'm seeing him again after thinking that I won't ever see him again. Fuck my life, why does this always happen to me? I feel his eyes on my back as I walk to the guys.

"wow you look so different today, did you do something to your skin or get a new haircut?"

"Sungwoo I don't wanna fuck you so please shut your mouth if you want to continue talking shit," I say annoyed without even looking at him. Maybe Bunny Guy would have been a better option. Sungwoo didn't say a thing when his friends started to laugh about my comment. Idiots. I didn't pay attention to them. My eyes were fixed on him. He was talking to Namjoon, the son of my father's business partner. Why the fuck did everyone know him except me? Was I so focused on me and myself that I didn't notice someone like him?

"Hey, do you know that guy?" my words come almost out like a whisper. Cole looks at me confused "him?". He points at the Bunny Guy. "Yeah"

"Oh that's Jungkook"

"Jungkook?"

"Eh yes"

"Who is he?"

"He is the photography major guy" I look at him confused. "He takes photos?" Cole explains as if I was a bigger idiot than Sungwoo. "I know what photography is. But how does everybody know him except me?"

"I don't know"

"Wow you are a big help" I roll my eyes and continue staring at him. "Don't stare too much. He has a girlfriend" When Cole's voice reaches me my eyes widen and I turn to face him with a loud "What?". Maybe too loud, because some of the people turn their heads in our direction. I give myself an mental punch in the face because holy shit this is embarrassing.

I turn back toward Jungkook, now feeling a strange mix of irritation and confusion. A girlfriend? If he has a girlfriend, what the hell was he doing with me last night? I could feel my heart racing, anger bubbling up inside. For a moment, I debated storming over and confronting him right there in front of everyone. But then I remembered the last thing I wanted was more drama, especially in public. Instead, I forced myself to take a deep breath and let it go. Or at least, pretend to. I plaster a fake smile on my face, trying to shake off the weirdness of the situation.

Everyone, oblivious to the tension, were still talking to each other about something I couldn't care less about. I knew I wasn't going to enjoy this night. Not with Jungkook sitting there, looking like the world's biggest hypocrite. And yet, I couldn't help but glance at him every few minutes. His eyes met mine a few times, and I could see a mixture of emotions on his face anger, sadness, maybe even a little regret.

My mind kept racing. Maybe Cole was wrong. Maybe Jungkook didn't have a girlfriend. Or maybe they had broken up, and it wasn't as big of a deal as I was making it out to be. But I knew better than to get my hopes up. Guys like Jungkook good-looking, and confident usually had a line of girls waiting for their attention.

As I sipped my drink, trying to calm my nerves, Carla leaned over and whispered, "You okay? You seem a bit off." I forced another smile. "Yeah, just tired. Been studying all day." She nods, buying my excuse, and goes back to chatting with her friends. I tried to focus on the conversation at the table, but it was pointless. My mind keeps drifting back to last night, trying to piece together the blurry memories. The way he looked at me, the way he touched me, it didn't seem like something a guy with a girlfriend would do.

But who was I kidding? I wasn't some innocent victim here. I was the one who chose to sneak out without a word, who didn't even care enough to remember his name until tonight. Maybe this was just karma catching up with me.

As the evening dragged on, I found myself slipping further into my thoughts, barely engaging with anyone around me. I just wanted to get out of there, to go home and forget this ever happened. But I knew I couldn't run away this time. Not with Jungkook sitting there, a constant reminder of the mess I had gotten myself into.

I needed to get out of here, away from him, away from the confusion swirling in my mind. I get up and walk to Carla. "Gonna catch some fresh air" I whisper to her. She shows me a thumbs-up and continues talking to the others. I make my way out of the restaurant and start walking in some direction I didn't know where it would lead me.

"Hey!" I hear a male voice calling after me. Fuck. It's him. I turn around and my guess is confirmed. Jungkook stands there a few meters away from me. I give him a confused look, asking what he wants. He starts walking towards me but stops when there is a good distance between us. "Sneaking out like today morning?" Asshole. "I'm not sneaking out, just trynna get some fresh air".

"Did that in the morning too?" I try to not roll my eyes at his comment "Look I'm sorry, I didn't know you would act so fucking sensitive about it." Jungkook's eyes narrow slightly like he's trying to figure out whether or not I'm sorry. Spoiler alert: I'm not. But I guess he's not buying it. He steps closer, and I can feel the tension building between us.

"Sensitive?" He scoffs, crossing his arms. "You think I'm being sensitive because you bailed without saying anything?"

"Look, it wasn't personal," I say, trying to keep my voice even. "It was just... I don't know, easier that way."

"Easier for you," he counters, his tone sharp. "You don't think I might've wanted to talk? Maybe actually know the person I slept with?"

His words hit me harder than I expected. Maybe because, deep down, I know he's right. But I'm not about to admit that to him, or myself. So I shrug, trying to play it cool. "Honestly? No. I didn't think about it. I didn't think about you."

He flinches, just slightly, but I catch it. And for some reason, it stings. I was hoping he'd be pissed, maybe throw some snarky remark my way, but this... this is worse. He looks genuinely hurt. And that's when I start to feel like the asshole I've been trying to pretend I'm not.

"I don't regret walking out this morning. If  I knew you had a girlfriend I would have never slept with you." The words slip out before I can stop them, and his eyes widen.

"What?" His voice is low, almost a whisper. He looks around like he's making sure no one's overhearing our conversation. "Who told you that?"

"Does it matter?" I shoot back, crossing my arms. "You're the one who hooked up with me last night even though you already have someone. I hope she finds a guy that won't bullshit her like that"

Jungkook's face hardens, and for a second, I think he's going to walk away. But then he shakes his head. "I don't have a girlfriend"

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "You don't?"

"Yeah," he mutters, running a hand through his hair. "I hook up with this one chick but that's it. She's not my girlfriend or friend"

Complicated. Of course, it is. Isn't it always? I want to ask more, to figure out what the hell is going on, but something stops me. Maybe it's the look in his eyes, a mix of confusion and frustration, or maybe it's just the realization that I'm not sure I want to know.

"Okay," I say finally, my voice softer. "I get it."

He looks at me, searching my face for something maybe understanding, maybe just a sign that I'm not a total jerk. I don't know if he finds it, but after a moment, he sighs.

"Why did you leave like that?" he asks, his voice quieter now. "Was it really that bad?"

I hesitate the truth on the tip of my tongue. But instead, I offer him a small, rueful smile. "No, it wasn't bad. I just... I don't do the morning-after thing, okay? It's easier for me to leave before it gets awkward."

"Yeah," he says, and there's that look again like he's not sure if he should be angry or just let it go. "Well, next time, maybe just say goodbye." His last words linger in the air like a challenge, and I can't help but feel the sting. "Next time, maybe just say goodbye." Next time? Did he really think there'd be a next time? Or was he just messing with me?

"Sure," I mumble, more to myself than to him. I'm already regretting stepping outside, already feeling the walls closing in. I wasn't built for these lingering, unspoken feelings. My MO has always been simple: in and out, no strings, no attachments. But now, standing here with Jungkook, it's like the rules I live by are starting to crack. Jungkook's still watching me, his eyes softening just a bit, like he's trying to see through the layers I've carefully built up. It's unnerving like he's trying to figure me out, and I hate that. I hate how vulnerable it makes me feel.

"So...we're good?" He asks carefully with a sight smile. "Yeah," I nod and return the smile. "How about we start all over again, without this...thing?" Jungkook suggests making me a bit skeptical. "Sure" I respond unsure and he notices that. "I'm Jungkook" he reaches out his hand while my arms are still crossed.

"Really?"

"Yeah"

"Ugh I can't believe I'm really doing this" I give him my hand for a shake and say with a fake smile "I'm y/n". "nice to meet you y/n" a laugh escapes my mouth and not much long after he starts laughing too. "Okay, I think that's enough," I say still laughing and Jungkook responds with a "Fine".

***

We walk in silence til Jungkook starts talking again. "So I suppose that we are at the same university". I nod awkwardly. "Ehm which major are you?" "Art" my response is short and quick, not wanting to expose too much about myself. Jungkook makes an "o" form with his mouth and continues with "So we are in the same building". I don't say anything. There is a long silence between us. An awkward one before, again, Jungkook starts talking.

"Can I have your number?"

"my number?"

"yes"

"Uhm-" my phone interrupts the moment with it's vibrating. Carla's name is on the display and after giving Jungkook an apologetic look I bring the phone to my ear. "Hey, where are you?" she says clearly a bit drunk. "I'm still taking some fresh air. You okay?" "It's been already half an hour and yes I'm okay. By the way, did you see the tattooed guy by chance? Jungkook?" Carla talks a bit faster than usual, making me start to worry because usually, that means she is already at the point where she won't stop drinking.

"Yeah, he is standing next to me. We will be back in a few minutes, and Carls? Please don't drink so much" When the phone call ends Jungkook and I make our way back to the restaurant where our friends are. It only takes about 10 minutes til we're sitting in there again, getting bored by the things the people around us are saying. I catch Jungkooks eyes lingering on me, making me give him a soft smile. If I only knew what a mess this man would make in my life.

[abybweisse]

Ch210, Spoiler page and thoughts

The title page has been leaked already; I've seen it elsewhere here as well as on Discord. It's almost everything I was hoping for this chapter, represented in one image.

There are some things to point out, and I was hoping to post some thoughts before I'd even seen this spoiler, because my thoughts were already pondering a possible situation like this: that the chapter focuses on Finny going berserk... perhaps in ways we've never witnessed before.

I was also hoping we'd get the new reaper confronting Doll, but I really don't know if he will.

But back to Finny. In the cover art, you will see that there's a lot of blood on him and his clothes, but I don't think it's his own blood. His eyes suggest he's in berserker mode. I suspect we might finally get a better glimpse of what it was like the day he escaped from the drug facility. Previously, I'd wondered whether Sebastian had killed the staff and just skipped over the one remaining test subject -- either he lives or he doesn't. But since we now have a situation where Finny has to force his way out of another locked down facility -- and this time he's also trying to save friends and other children, something he couldn't do last time -- we might get scenes that look like a reenactment of that drug facility escape.

In ch209, we see Finny running off, away from Snake but also towards the approaching staff. We know he will have to fight them, and it might be mostly empty-handed. This is no problem for him, especially when he's in a frenzy. He might grab and throw whatever he can, but this time it might be more about crushing people with his hands, as he might have done at the drug facility. This fighting style could look more like Sebastian crushing the heads/bodies of bizarre dolls on the ship... but with less-graceful movements.

Scenario: He gets through the staff that have entered the underground lair, then anyone in the way upstairs, in the barn. Then he's back outside. Is he going to head to the main building to attempt to save the other kids, or will he only be able to focus on himself and the four top students? Either way, at some point he's going past a brick wall when lights shine on him, and that's what we see in the cover art. It might be a flashlight/torch, but it could also be a spotlight from a sniper tower. The top students did warn him before that the fences were reinforced, and that guards were stationed at lookout posts to shoot down attempting escapees.

When he was at the drug facility, he was being kept in a cellar of some kind, and it looks like it was designed so the kids couldn't easily climb out, but he somehow did, perhaps by jumping and grabbing hold of the rim of the hatch. Or maybe he somehow climbed up whatever grips he could reach. It seems he killed the man sent to shoot him and dumped his body down into the cellar. Here, Finny might actually climb up one of those lookout towers, kill the guards, and toss them down to the ground. Or he kills them -- maybe one -- merely by tossing them down.

This sort of action could allow Yana-san to give us glimpses of the previous escape in parallel to the escape scene now. Panels next to each other or even split panels, showing then and now, as it all unfolds. A bit like when he envisioned old scenes of the drug facility exam rooms and surgical equipment as he and the others looked around and found Ginny's body and the dissection table. But this time it might be like an onslaught of comparison images, representing the jumble of memories and current moments in Finny's head, as this all happens.

And we might even see him literally tear down the fencing. 🤔

Thoughts?

Oh, and FYI. Today is the Ides of March... and Snake's birthday (though in-universe it's Dec 9th)....

[baskingsol]

Yokai lands in Tokyo

pairing: eventual!OC x Geto Suguru X Gojo Satoru

summary: Yami makes her appearance on campus and meets the kids

Approaching the open gates of Jujustu Tech, Yami smirks at the empty walkway before her leading up to the main building. And here I thought Yaga would be waiting for me. Passing all of the training dojos, it’s an oddly silent day for what should be a semi-normal school day. Upon entering the school, Yami quickly peeks at the text she received. You would think directions would help if this place wasn’t an actual maze. How do kids even get around this place? 

After walking down several hallways, none of which led to what should have been Yaga’s office, Yami finally spies the sign she’s been looking for, a gold place sticking out into the hallway labeled “PRINCIPAL YAGA”. A quick knock on the door and a muffled ‘come in’ welcome Yami to her first day.

“Ah I see you made it,” Yaga says, quickly looking up from the paperwork in piles on his desk. “I assume you found the place easily enough?”

“You might want to think about restructuring this place Yaga,” Yami laughs, sitting down in the chair opposite of his desk. “The outside is easy enough but it’s like a maze in here.”

“You’ll manage after a bit,” Yaga huffs a small laugh. “Most of these rooms are never used and the ones we do use are all consistent or the training dojos outside.” 

“Makes it easy enough then,” Yami replies. “I’m surprised you didn’t meet me at the gate. Most people would be worried if someone like me just wandered in.”

“Gojo is around here somewhere if you’re looking for a fight,” Yaga waves off her 

teasing. “But knowing how crazy he is, it’d be nothing more than playing around and property damage.”

“I don’t think he’d be too interested in dying today,” Yami laughs, flicking her braid over the back of the chair. “And I assume your doctor wouldn’t be too happy with me either.”

“Speaking of the doctor, she’s the one I want you to be introduced to first,” Yaga cuts in, standing from his seat. “If you’re gonna be training the kids, I want you to know who's patching everyone up around here.”

Yami nods and stands from the seat to quickly follow Yaga as he leads the way out of the hallway and down the corridors. 

“I assume you’ve been briefed on which students you will have?” Yaga asks, looking over to Yami. 

“Yep, all the first years,” Yami responds, turning to meet Yaga's gaze. “I know you mean mainly Okkotsu, but working with him means I will be working with the others too.”

“You know some about the other teacher then as well?” Yaga quickly asks, turning to start down a set of stairs. “Gojo is not someone to run into without knowledge.”

“I know all about Gojo, Yaga. No need to worry.” Yami laughs. “You act like this hasn’t been my job for years.”

“I tried warning you,” Yaga sighs, stopping slowly in front of a metal door and knocking. “Shoko, you in there?”

“No need to yell Yaga.” A voice echoes from inside the room. “You always know where I am.”

As Yaga opens the door and steps in, Yami is welcomed to a peculiar sight. A room set like a regular doctor's office with an exam table and all, but the back wall is covered in cold lockers and autopsy tables standing nearby. 

“Nice room you got here,” Yami says to the woman standing before her. “A little macabre but does the job.”

“Shoko Ieiri. You must be the new teacher.” Shoko states, receiving a handshake from Yami. “I’ve heard you’ve got Gojo all riled up for stepping into his teaching sphere.”

“And I haven’t even met the man.” Yami laughs. “I must be pretty popular around here to already have that type of attention.”

“Gojo is just like that,” Yaga adds in, a smile creeping onto his face. “You’ll understand when you meet him later.” 

“Wonderful,” Yami rolls her eyes. “It was nice to meet you Shoko. I hope to not send too many students down here.”

“Can’t be any worse than Gojo.” Shoko barks out a laugh, turning back to a binder covering the majority of her desk. “I will have to have you in later for a physical but we can talk later. Go meet the headache.”

“Yes ma’am,” Yami teasingly salutes, turning back to Yaga. “Lead the way. Best to get this over with before he hunts me down.”

As Yaga leads her back up the stairs and towards the main entrance to the building, Yaga quickly stops in another office peeking around as if to look for occupants that might as well have been invisible. 

“Out training then I guess,” Yaga mutters, turning back to the hallway. “God forbid he ever actually teach anything.”

“I’m guessing Gojo is much more of the learn-by-fire type of teacher?” Yami asks. 

“More like beating it into the students until they figure it out or Shoko comes and strangles him.” Yaga huffs. “That man cannot manage to teach anything else either.”

“Noted.” Yami laughs. “Also something I forgot to ask earlier, is there a policy on the uniforms?” 

“Technically yes, since you work with this school, you should have the uniform,” Yaga explains, leading around the side of the building towards what appears to be a wide field area. “But with you being on contract and being Tsukumo’s student, I’m guessing you already have a fair distaste for authority and dictation over clothing.”

“Nail on the head Yaga.” Yami chirps. “I can still do some matching though. Uniform pants and the black shoes I can do.”

“Just submit a request form when you’re done today and I’ll get it all sorted,” Yaga replies, quickly leading down to a set of bleachers next to the field. “I’m at least glad one of my teachers is willing to entertain the rules.”

On the bleachers sits a man in casual attire and long black hair in a half-top knot surrounded by three teen girls and a younger boy. The three girls are all cheering on the fight happening in the field while the man laughs and the boy continues to read his book. 

“Hit him harder this time Maki!” The girl with blonde hair yells as a brunette with a short haircut giggles. “He got up too fast!”

“Duck Yuta!” The girl with a brunette ponytail cheers, wincing as the boy is knocked down again in the ring. “Maybe next time?”

“Geto,” Yaga says as if to announce his arrival. “What does Gojo think that poor kid is learning?”

“How to handle getting beaten I think.” Suguru sighs, turning to the newest addition to their group. “Nice to meet you again Yokai.”

“Must have made quite the impression back then for you to remember me this long.” Yami laughs. “It’s Chibana Yami now.” 

“Geto Suguru.” Suguru introduces. “These are the kids; Nanako, Mimiko, Tsumiki, and Megumi.” 

“Aren't those two supposed to be training with the others?” Yami asks, nodding towards Nanako and Mimiko.

“Oh yes, but Satoru owned them a lunch and he does have to do his job sometimes.” Suguru chuckles. 

“Well it’s only fair he treats them to a meal and shows.” Yami teases, winking at the girls who giggle in response. “Got to keep his word.”

Suguru lets out another chuckle. “Oh, you’ll have fun running him around. Take a seat and see how long it takes for him to notice.”

Yami quickly waves goodbye to Yaga as he heads back to the main building and scoots in next to Suguru. 

“Yami huh?” Suguru teases, glancing down at the woman next to him. “Would have never expected a name like that from someone with the nickname Yokai.”

“Gotta keep up the appearance. Can’t let everyone think I’m anything less than the nickname” Yami shoots back, tapping on the wooden mask. “I see you took Yuki’s advice to heart and got out.”

“Yeah,” Sugar sighs, glancing down at the kids. “Someone has to look out for all these kids. I’ve got a more laid-back role now, someone consistent they can come home to. I don’t need all of the missions on top of that. That’s for Satoru.”

“I dunno,” Yami chuckles. “I think Gojo’s having a lot of fun with his kids.”

Turning back to the fight, Maki and Yuta have called a cease, walking towards the bleachers followed by a panda, another boy, and their teacher who is happily teasing the kid about the bruise slowly forming on his cheek. 

“Should have blocked that one Yuta.” Satoru laughs, walking with his hands on his head. “Now you’re gonna be sicking Shoko on me, again!”

“Leave him alone Satoru,” Suguru sighs, patting the younger boy on his shoulder. “He did well against Maki.” 

“Took the hits like a champ kid,” Yami adds, shooting the kid a wink. 

Satoru turns to the new voice, smile broadening. 

“You must be the new co-teacher!” Satoru smirks. “Gojo Satoru.”

“So I’ve heard.” Yami laughs. “Chibana Yami. Or Yokai, depending on who you’ve heard from.”

“Not many people to hear from,” Satoru replies. “Suguru here has only ever met you once.”

“You’ve only heard of me once and are already so obsessed with me.” Yami sighs. “Suguru must have talked me up.”

“Don’t bring me into this.” Suguru chuckles. “Why don’t you introduce the students, Satoru?”

“Ah yes. I assume Suguru has already introduced Mimiko and Nanako. These are the first years; Zenin Maki, Panda, Inumaki Toge, and Okkostu Yuta.” Satoru rattles off quickly, gesturing to each kid with their name. 

“Nice to meet you all,” Yami states. “You can just call me Yokai.”

“Salmon,” Toge says, shooting a hand sign, and Panda nods in response. 

“Yaga finally decided he needs to actually get a teacher for us?” Maki sighs, leaning on the bleachers. 

“It'll be nice to have someone to talk to other than the dandelion,” Nanako adds. 

“I’m not replacing Gojo,” Yami laughs as Satoru squawks at Maki and Nanako's insults. “Just brought in to help out in specialty areas.”

“So for Yuta?” Panda replies, pointing a thumb at the other boy.

“Bingo!” Satoru cuts in. “Rika is powerful and all, but you gotta get more control over her before letting her out.”

“But that training is for another time,” Suguru chimes in, tapping his watch. “It's well past three now. You all have a busy day tomorrow.” 

“Geto-sensei is right,” Gojo smiles, easily blocking a smack on the back of the head from Suguru. “Go rest up, group mission tomorrow so be prepared.”

A mix of groans and cheers spills from the group of students as they start their walk back to the dorms, leaving the three adults on the field. 

“You joining in on the mission tomorrow?” Satoru asks arms relaxed behind his head. 

“Someone’s gotta keep an eye on Yuta,” Yami shoots back. “Yaga sent a whole file on what happened when you introduced him to the class.”

“Everyone keeps overexaggerating what happened!” Satoru whines. 

“Your students about killed Yuta and then Rika about killed them Satoru,” Sugur scolds, standing and stretching from the bleachers. “It’d be best to let Yami watch over him and his partner and you watch the rest.”

“Already siding with the new teacher,” Satoru whines again. “You’ve already moved on from me so fast.”

Yami meets Suguru’s very exasperated gaze and lets out a laugh. “This should be fun.”

a/n: And so it begins. Italics are for thoughts.

[jor-elsemissary]

♆

The worst kind of neighbor they could have, and how they deal with them

He stumbled up the stairs of the apartment complex he was currently renting at, a six pack of beer in one hand with two already missing. The building was several steps up from where he had been living five years ago, but it wasn’t what someone would call expensive or grandiose like he had hoped he would be at by now.

Studying for a better education and trying to pinch the insurance money that he still had so it would last until he was out of college was a lot harder than he had anticipated. It meant he couldn’t live like a king quite yet, but he supposed he was at least living like a knight rather than a pawn.

Lionel reached his landing and started down the corridor for his apartment, pausing long enough to listen for the neighbor he was rapidly becoming to dislike. The obnoxious and self-centered, righteous Texan, thankfully, was quiet this afternoon and he could spend the evening in peace with his beer and the memories he would rather forget tonight.

He dug into his coat pocket for the keys and struggled to slip the right one into the keyhole, instantly regretting already drinking. Squinting to focus, he finally managed to get the key in and enter his sparsely furnished home. He set the six pack onto a folding table he used as his breakfast and dining table as well as his desk to study for his courses.

A white cat jumped up onto the table and started meowing at him and Lionel sighed, “Still here?” he asked of it and it replied with a simple mwerp. It wasn’t his cat, he disliked animals or having anything dependent on him. But the damn thing had found a way into his home, a hole in the living room window he had thought he had boarded up, and decided he was to be its new owner.

He went over to the fridge and grabbed the cat food he kept inside and dumped it into the cereal bowl he used for it. “Don’t know why I let you stay.”

It mrowled at him before curling around his leg on its way to the food. The cat happily ate while he took his beer and headed for his bedroom. It was just as spartan as the rest of the place, he had yet to be able to afford anything proper despite already investing into LuthorCorp and the formula he had sold.

Lionel set the beer onto the bed and fell back onto the mattress, staring up at the ceiling. He had a project to finish in a week on top of several exams and here he was about to drink himself into oblivion because of what today was. He hated it. Hated how the life he had escaped still haunted him.

The white cat jumped onto the bed and started walking between his legs. Lionel ignored it for the most part until it stood on his stomach and started to kneed. ”Is this my punishment?” he asked the cat and it paused to look at him curiously. “Am I to suffer the memories for killing them?” he murmured much more quietly.

It replied with a quiet meow before going back to kneeding and purring. He brushed the animal aside and it willingly bounced over to the other side of the bed before settling on one of the pillows to stare at him. He reached for the beer and grabbed a can, but before he could open it there was a muffled shout from behind the wall his bed was against.

”Fucking idgit Texan,” Lionel cursed and snapped open the beer can before drinking almost half of the foul tasting drink. He grabbed the pillow behind him and tried to bury himself underneath it as the shouting grew louder. He could hear two people arguing, the very obvious Texan in his thick drawl and a woman he suspected had an Irish lilt to it.

It was clear that the woman did not want to do something and the Texan was trying to forcibly convince her. There was a shout of pain and he swore he had heard a hand slap a face. Lionel pulled the pillow off with a frown as memories of his own father slapping his mother resurfaced. He could easily see the argument happening between the two and knew the outcome. It always ended with the woman being cowed and put in her place by the man.

That was how his parents had done it.

Lionel pursed his lips and the cat meowed at him nervously. The fight was disturbing the animal and he couldn’t blame the thing for wanting him to do something about it. He was considering it anyway but hadn’t moved yet simply because the risk wasn’t worth his time.

There was a banging against the wall just then and soon followed by more. He sat up and just stared at the wall. His next apartment, he decided, would have thicker walls.

He closed his eyes and tried to tune out what his neighbor was doing and was contemplating on moving back to the kitchen just to get away from the noise and imagery when he heard the woman beg for the Texan to stop.

He frozen as the banging of the Texan’s bed hitting the wall continued. Slowly Lionel sat up in his bed and swung his legs over the edge, the half empty beer can and the cat forgotten as memories of his childhood resurfaced and all he could see and hear was his parents and his own smaller voice.

With a growl of anger and frustration at being reminded of what his father had done to him and his mother, Lionel stood up and stormed out of the bedroom. He headed for the coat closet and pulled it open. Most people would have kept a rifle or a shotgun in the closet, but he felt that it was uncivilized.

The fencing rapier, on the other hand, was more to his tastes and would suit the situation nicely.

He drew the weapon from its casing, the Princeton school emblem emblazoned on the carry bag. The cat brushed against his leg with a concerned mrowl and Lionel looked down at the creature, “If we want to sleep, something has to be done.”

It meowed at him again before purring in encouragement. Why he needed to be supported by the cat of all things, he didn’t know but at least there was someone who didn’t think what he was about to do was madness. He wasn’t sure if it was his desperation to blot out the memories or simply drunkenness that spurred him on, but he was already out the door of his apartment and heading down to the next one.

Lionel didn’t bother with knocking. He wanted the element of surprise on his side just in case the brute had a gun. With a couple kicks, he had the door smashed in and a foot smarting from the pain.

“What in tarnation?!” came the surprised shout at his intrusion. Lionel followed the voice to the back bedroom and was not surprised at what he saw. His neighbor was standing half dressed, his trousers around his ankles and shirt unbuttoned. The woman he was clearly raping curled into herself as she scurried away from the man. “Who the fuck are you?”

”Retribution,” Lionel replied with a growl. He glared at the Texan before his gaze shifted to the woman. She was a red head, and beautiful despite the smeared makeup and tears. He could see an intelligence beneath the sapphire blue eyes that he knows would be beaten out of her if she stayed with this man.

He should have kept his eye on the man. The texan took his distraction to pull his pants up and take a swing at him. He’s been punched and beaten enough times throughout his childhood that he learned how to take a hit and recover.

Staggering back a few feet, Lionel raised his rapier up and held it against the man’s jugular. It stopped him cold and he held his hands up, “This is what you are going to do if you want to continue walking like a man and not a duck.”

”I’m going to call the fucking police,” the texan snarled.

”Not if you want to explain to them why you are raping this woman or perhaps that crack covered table I saw on the way in?” Lionel pointed out, the tip of his blade pressing against the man and forcing him to back away. He backed him into a dresser and savored as the man swallowed thickly. “So what will it be?”

”What do you want?” he answered subdued.

”Miss,” Lionel called to the woman. “Do you care for him?”

She was quiet at first and he listened without taking his eyes off his neighbor as she moved on the bed and gathered what was left of her clothing and no doubt her courage, “No. He can rot for all I care. Its over Michael.”

”Like hell it is… Hey, hey no need to press with that.” Michael half begged as Lionel pressed the blade tip hard enough that it actually pricked skin. A droplet of blood beaded on his jugular and the man swallowed nervously.

”The lady says its over, its over,” Lionel tells him. “Though, frankly, your kind should be neutered.” He flicked the blade downward and the man tried to get away as the threat became very clear to him, but he kept the weapon hovered over the man’s crotch.

”Look man, I’ll do whatever just… please don’t skewer me.”

Lionel wasn’t impressed. His father, at least, would have fought back if he had tried to do this to him. He had the physical and mental scars to prove it. “Pathetic,” he commented and brought the weapon back up to the man’s throat. “This is what you’re going to do. You are going to move. Somewhere far away from here, maybe back to Texas where you came from. You will not contact this woman ever again, if you do she will have my number and I will fix you so fast, not even the best surgeons in the world will be able to reattach your balls and dick. Do you understand?”

Michael nodded, eyes wide and clearly intimidated by the man. Lionel imagined he was a sight with only an undershirt and trousers on, bare foot and holding a fencing sword. It was almost enough to get him drunk on the power he held over this man. “Good,” he takes a step back. “Don’t move.”

He retreats a few more feet before turning his gaze to the woman and holding out his hand, “Come. Lets leave him to contemplate on his life choices.”

”He’s an idiot,” she tells him but goes to his side anyway. He suspected she found him far safer than her now ex-boyfriend. He liked the thought that he was her savior. He hadn’t considered that he would be when he decided on this hair brain idea to confront what had sounded like a woman being raped. He was drunk, tired and angry, and wanted nothing more than to find some peace and quiet so he could drown out his nightmares and not relive them.

Slowly he backed her away from the Texan who was beginning to find his courage. Lionel hoped he didn’t have a gun and would then follow them back to his apartment. “Whatever you are thinking on doing, I advise against it. I am quite fast with this sword.”

”You little shit,” Michael growled. “Go ahead take that bitch with you. I ain’t moving but you are gonna be watching your back after this. I know what you are.”

”Do you?” Lionel raised an eyebrow. They were at the bedroom door.

“You’re just a penniless drunk that thinks he’s gonna be something one day.”

Lionel held up the sword in salute, “A penniless drunk with a sword and I will be something one day, and I will remember you when I am.” He gave the man a shark’s smile. “I also have friends who can make a man disappear too. So you can forget grabbing that gun in your dresser and accept defeat before you find yourself swimming the fish.”

”You’re bluffing.”

”I may be drunk right now, but I assure you, I don’t make empty threats.” Lionel slammed the bedroom door shut and then turned to usher the woman out of the apartment. He took her over to his own and quickly barricaded his own door just in case.

”That won’t be necessary,” the red head tells him and he raised an eyebrow at her. “Michael is all bark and no bite. The man cares more about getting high on crack than he does about finishing a fight.”

”Still, just in case,” Lionel said and gestured toward his kitchen. “Can I get you anything? I have beer and… tap water.”

”Water will do,” she replied and Lionel set the rapier on the kitchen counter while he searched for a clean glass. “I’m Lionel, by the way.”

”Lillian.”

He found that he liked that name. “How did you end up with that idgit? I mean, idiot?” Lionel glanced over at her while he took the time to clean out a glass and then fill it with water. He brought it over and held it out while he studied her. She was beautiful. He could see it behind the trauma of this night’s ordeal and there was a fiery intelligence he found himself curious about.

”Boy meets girl, girl likes boy, boy asks girl out kind of deal,” she revealed. “My tastes in men have been questionable.”

“I know their type.” Lionel steps away for a moment to go to his room and grab the comforter off of his bed. He brings it back over to her and offers it. “Your clothes are ruined and I would be remiss as a host to not offer you a chance to cover up.”

Lillian raised an eyebrow at him as if she hadn’t expected kindness from him. She gave him a small, gentle smile in thanks and he found himself wanting to see that smile again. “Thank you.”

”You’re welcome. You can also… stay if you want?” he offered and gestured toward the bedroom. “The bedroom is yours. I can sleep on the couch.”

”With your sword?” she cheekily said and he gave her a grin in reply.

His cat decided to intrude in that moment by jumping onto the table and mrowling at the woman. It brushed up against her and Lionel thought, perhaps, the animal was telling him it approved of him bringing her home. He wasn’t sure where that thought came from and he should have found it strange that he needed the cat’s approval in his choice of women.

Lionel turned away in search of something to keep his distracted. ”In the morning I can go down to Maggie and see if she has any spare clothing so you can walk out of here with dignity.”

“You really don’t have to,” Lillian tried to decline.

”I insist. Michael was a fool in the way he treated you,” Lionel tells her while he busies himself in making his home look less like a bachelor down on his luck and more like an actual home. “You are clearly a very beautiful and intelligent woman who deserves better than a man like him.”

”Like you?”

“I… yes, erm, no, I meant in general.” He can feel his cheeks reddening under the three day growth that was a scraggly beard. “Please don’t think that is the reason why I helped you.”

Lillian stood and wrapped the comforter around herself before going over to him. “I believe you helped because you knew I needed it and for that, I thank you.” She leaned up and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips that left him frozen on the spot. She smiled impishly at him before heading toward his bedroom and closing the door behind her.

It took him several moments to gather his wits and return to cleaning up his home to help distract him from the red head that was now in his bedroom. The cat wove between his legs and mwerped at him several times as if to say he was being daft with the woman.

”I just met her!” he hissed at the thing while he piled a paper plate with several empty cups and a McDonalds bag.

He really wouldn’t mind getting to know her though and he wondered if she would even be interested in him once the novelty of being rescued wore off.

Lionel licked his lips and tasted the remnants of her lipstick on them. His mind drifted to the kiss and it made up his mind for him. He decided he wanted her after all.

And marry her one day.

[captainharlock]

more update. just went through the longest three days of my whole life. click to read my tale of woe.

sept 10: had to go get my visa medical exam done (which ate 500 of my savings up... boohoo...) and it was such a long and evil journey into toronto to go get that done (i live in a city an hour outside) because my dad's car is being weird right now so i had to take trains there... and then when i got there they informed me that i was missing blood work (it was done, but i didn't have the actual proof of it. so i needed to ask the doctor who did my blood work to email me that.) so i almost started crying until they said i could still get the rest of the exam done that day and just email them the blood work proof later. Like legit immediately tearing up. i'm not built for these sorts of tasks i think. anyway that meant that i couldn't even ride home with a peace of mind knowing that that's done because it wasnt. i needed that blood work proof.

sept 11: i called the walk in clinic who initially did my blood work to ask if i could get it emailed to me so i could then email it to the visa medical people, and no one answered at all. ever. so i just got up and walked to the clinic. and when i entered the building there was a huge sign on the clinic's door that said they moved and the clinic no longer operates. again, started immediately tearing up because i can't handle anything. anyway i went on a wild goose chase that ended in me calling the doctor who issued the blood test personally and asking if anyone even still had my records and she said that public health did, but i needed to schedule a telehealth appointment to ask a doctor for it. my online appointment would be in the afternoon of the next day which was stressful becauuuuse

sept 12: in the morning of this day i had to go for an oral diagnostic to find out how much it was gonna cost to fix my painful rotting bulimia teeth. i didn't want to go on the train again and my dad was still eager to drive despite his car's condition so i said fuck it because my dentist appointment could be rescheduled if the car broke down on the highway, unlike my visa medical exam where i had to be there. so we went to toronto in our shitty car and i got poked and prodded by a dental student (i have to get my work done by students because it's the lowest cost dental work available to me) and he then informed me that i would need two cleanings which would cost $208 together, and then it would be $130 per tooth filled. and i have very very many cavities. so i think my stuff would be around $1500 to fix which is by all means a bargain but i started freaking the fuck out in the car on the way home because i still don't even have that. like YES it could have been $5000-$10000. but i still don't have $1500. so um. god. yeah. actually i'm still kind of freaking out about that. lol anyway

sept 12 pt 2: we got home just in time for my telehealth appointment and they gave me my blood work proof immediately and easily and i was very relieved and then i emailed it to the visa medical people like they told me to. and it's been very many daylight work hours and no one has responded to me so now i'm filled with an insane dread that there's still something wrong and missing and i can't stop freaking out and crying because i need just one thing to go smoothly just one please just one damn thing. oh ym god please. PLEASEE

sept 13: now we're at today where i am covered in exposed nerves and irritable and scared because i cannot stop thinking about how i need 1500 bucks and also an email back from the visa people who have my whole life in their hands right now. i am doing my commissions because i need to take more because i need that money. i put up a ko-fi goal for an amount a little less than $1500 because that's more of a broad estimate, but i can't be asked to spread my ko-fi link around again so close to when i already e-begged. i feel bad. there's people dying and i'm begging for help to get my tooth hurty fixed. it feels bad. but the goal is there and my commissions are open and if anyone wants to smile at me they can. if anyone has and ideas on how to spead it without me actually spreading it because i just don't have the moxie rn that would be nice too.

Thanks for reading i love you all

[poem-bee]

Explosion Twins (6/?)

Hero Basic Training

A/N; So this took me a while to write cuz of her hero suit but thats done now. The things on her wrist-fingers (the big gauntlets with a hole in it) can expand to be as big as Katsuki's. That happens when she's readying for a big blast or when there's too much nitroglycerin stored in it. The ET on her belt stand for Explosion Twins.

More info in the story! Enjoy!

This morning was strangely peaceful. Katsuki wasn't yelling at mom, dad was suprisingly still at home and mom wasn't mad about something. Did dad finally have some sort of effect on them and they finally saw reason? Or was this just a cruel joke to make my day worse than it will be. 

I finished getting dressed then head downstairs for breakfast, and as predicted, it was a cruel joke. Katsuki was tied up with tape on the floor, his mouth is covered while dad sits at the dining table looking like he'd just seen a ghost and mom just casually setting the table for three people. Guess Katsiki's going to school hungry today.

I sit down at the table like it's a normal day, which it kinda is, and greet mom and dad good morning while Katsuki yells (or tries to) for help. I look over at mom who has that devilish grin on her face that probably telling me 'don't you dare release him'. 

I ignore her and go over to Katsuki, using my quirk to melt the tape off him. Mom glares aat me and if looks could kill, I'd definetly be dead a hundred time over by now. 

"Sorry ma, but he needs to eat so we can head off to school. Wouldn't want him getting expeled when he's only just joined would ya?" Mom sends me a look that says "fine, It's not like I care anyway". Once we finish beakfast and leave the house, Katsuki starts grumbling about how 'that old hag needs to learn the word respect, especially to someone who got into UA!!!' 

Oce we get to school, he's even angrier because Midoriya's already seated. Not only that but right in between us as well. I guess he's just figuring out that that's where Midoriya sits since we didn't really sit in this class yeasterday.

I take my seat next to the brocolli boy and ignore his scared glances towards me, he's probably silently asking for help since Katsuki's yelling at him but I couldn't give two fucks.

Then all of a sudden, All Might barges in yelling "I am here... entering like a normal person!." Yeah, tottaly normal for a grown man to wear his underwear outside his pants (or trousers). 

(I'm not writing the whole dialogue cuz......nah. Sorry not sorry)

All Might had us participate in the Battle Trial during our first Foundational Hero Studies class. We were permitted to use our Hero Costumes for the first time to participate in this event. 

All Might's plan was to move us two steps ahead of the urban battles we participated in during the Entrance Exams by training us for indoor battles.

According to All Might, statistically speaking, most run-ins with the worst villains occur indoors. The Battle Trial's purpose was to prepare us for this. At least I get to wear my costume.

Once he explained everything, cases holding our hero costumes popped out of the wall, and everyone rushed to get them.

I again got changed in the stall then went out and..... immedeate regret. All the girls swarmed me like moths drawn to a flame, and questioned me about my hero costume.

"OMG! Bakugo (Haruki, she doesn't let them calll her by her first name), you look amazing!)

"Right?, and you're even color coding with your brother!)

"You look so cool"

"Your costume really looks nice, I wish mine was that cool"

Well it only looks cool cause it seems everyones too lazy to properly design them. My costume is simple really (no it isn't).

My costume is made of tight but flexible fabric resistant that's to heat and combustion, so it doesn't burn when I use my quirk. My guaunlets are sleeker, vented, and shaped like normal gloves except they have vent fins that open as my charge builds. 

My boots are armored combat boots with rear ignition vents for launching and maneuvering mid-air, and the soles are reinforced to handle recoil when I blast off from the ground.

I have canisters around my belt that store coolant foam and ignitable oils I can use to manipulate my detonation style.

I also have trigger mechanisms in my gloves that adjust the explosive intensity via finger tension. My gloves also expand when I store a lot of nitroglycerin into them, so that it can fit, or sometimes it expands when I'm about to do a big blast.

Apart from that, there's really not much. Giggles break me out of my thoughts and I turn to see brocolli boy looking like a catfish version of All Might. He's a real fanboy isn't he?

"You will be paired up into ten teams of two and be pitted against each other in two on two matches, both teammates and the matchups are going to be decided by drawing lots"

"Why can't we just pick our own teams?" Pinky (Mina) whines.

" It's most likely to simulate how heroes don't always get to pick and choose the fellow heroes they work with", Brocolli boy mumbled, 2 fingers on his chin and looking down at the floor in concentration. Weird much?

"Correct young Midoriya!" All Might yelled before continuing. "One pair would be the hero team and the other would play the villain role, now lets get started!"

He proceeded to pull out two boxes, one with villain, and the other, hero, written on it. Once we all had our teams, All Might began to explain again.

"A pair of villains are hiding a weapon payload (fake, of course) inside the building. The time limit for the mock battle is fifteen minutes. In order for the heroes to win, they must either capture both villains or secure the weapon before time runs out.

In order for the villains to win, they either have to capture both heroes or protect the weapon until time runs out. I will intervene if the situation escalates too far".

"Since the heroes don't know where in the building the bomb is located and have limited time, the heroes are at a disadvantage.

This is part of the training, as heroes have to overcome such odds on a daily basis" Brocolli boy began mumbling again, and I slapped the back of his head to stop his rambling.

"Plese not that this is a fake city, and too much damage will cause casualties and would take a lot of time and money to rebuild. So try not to damage anything okay?" All Might said slowly pointing at Katsuki.

"Don't point at me dammit!" Katsuki grumbled. Once everything was set, the first teams- Brocolli boy & Floaty (team A) against Katsuki & Prim & Proper (team D)- while the rest of us went to the monitoring room to watch. Their battle was intense to say the least and Katsuki was like a rabid blasty pomeranian trying to eat a green bunny.

It seems Katsuki let his emotions get the better of him and by the end of their match, Brocolli boy was on a strtcher, witha severly broken arm.

I had a lot of time to prepare since my match was last, and I could tell Katsuki was pissed about not winning. My match wasn't that intense but my team still won. (Aoyama & Mina against Haruki & Sato)

Once battles were over, some students stayed for a chat while me and Katsuki headed home. I forgot something in the class and had to get it so Katsuki waited for me at the gate. Once I got back though I had to hide behind a wall so as to not walk in on Broccoli's confession.

"-The thing is, this quirk, it was given to me by someone else" Katsuki turned a bit, shocked. "But I can't tell you who gave it to me so don't ask. I'm still trying to make this quirk mine, I can't control it yet." 

And everything else that was said or done at that time cuz im not writing that out.

I walked out of my hiding spot acting like I heard nothing. When I passed by Broccolli, he looked redder than a tomato but I ignored him and walked over to my brother who was already leaving me behind. He knows I'm behind him but won't stop, I should tell him one we get home.

"Katsuki" I say, simply trying to get his attention but he doesn't respond.

"Katsuki" I say again and sigh when he doesn't respond.

I notice we're basically already at the foot of our home so instead I say; "My room when you're ready, I have something to tell you". He walks into the huse without respond and makes a beeline for his room. Mom can already tell something's wrong and raises an eyebrow at me. I shake my head and walk to my room, closing it behind me.

I get ready for bed but don't sleep incase Katsuki decides to come. 30 minutes later an no sign of him so I'm about to go to sleep but then there's a knok on my door before it slowly creaks open.

It was like he was waiting for me to go to sleep before showing up. I motion for him to lock the door and he does bfore coming over to sit in my desk chair, still looking like his world just fell apart.

He doesn't face me directly but I start talking anway "what he said was true" I watch as Katsuki's eyes slowly move to meet mine in confusion. Then I elaborate;

"Midoriya didn't have a quirk before, it was given to him". I watch as my brothers facial expression changes into something I can't even name. 

"That's not possible, you can't just give someone your quirk. If you could then-"

"It is possible and it was given to him by All Might" I cut him off, wanting to get this moment over with. Katsuki looks as confused as I felt when I was eavesdropping on All Might and Brocolli's conversation.

"How do you know?" He asks

"I went to thank brocolli for trying to save you even if he couldn't do anything, thats when I heard everything.

All Might trained hime then the day before the Entrance Exam, All Might transferred his quirk to brocolli" I explained shortly and Katsuki looks like he'd murder anyone who so much as breathes near him.

"Are you lying to me? Is this some kind of cruel joke you're making up?" I wish it was, but we can't all have ou wishes come true.

"Have I ever lied to you Suki?" I asked and he slumps his shoulders in defeat, his head hanging low. I stood up from my place on the edge of the bed and walk over to him, giving him a hug.

He cries silently into my shoulder and I know that things will change. However small they may be, my brothers dreams are crushed and there's nothing I can do but help him grow to be the best he can be. 

Everything else is up to him. His emotions, actions, and enemies.

Life is a rollercoster of shit we do and don't want to happen.

The end~ So Katsuki was slightly ooc in this chapter cuz I feel like he'd be a softie for his twin sis so.

Anyways pls let me know if any of the links aren't working and ignore the spelling mistakes. I will also be posting daily poems/quotes at the end of my chapters starting from the next chapter. Good bye my lovely readers~

[vividlyghostlyentity]

From UPSC Aspirant to Digital Marketer: My Unexpected but Empowering Journey

Like many graduates in India, I dreamed of serving the nation by becoming a civil servant. Right after graduation, I began preparing for the UPSC exam with full dedication. I spent years with books, current affairs, and mock tests—sacrificing time, energy, and even social life. But despite my hard work, I didn’t get the result I hoped for.

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[distilled-prose]

First week in March 1974 ...it was fifty years ago today...

Winter quarter 1974 at the University of Georgia started out bleak and held that attitude for almost eight weeks.  My class schedule included two labs, one being organic chemistry which was an open lab that required daily work all week long.  My days would start in the cold dark and typically ended the same way.  The sun had become a hypothetical concept for me.  It was as if the entirety of the University of Georgia campus had devolved into some dystopian nightmare.  Academically, it was to be the worst quarter of my college career.  But that’s not why it’s memorable.

My roommates and I lived just off campus.  While not excessively removed, it was not walking distance.  But my only transportation was a stripped down 1967 Matchless motorcycle.  On rainy days it was extremely uncomfortable.  On many mornings it was below freezing before dawn and the drive into school was not only uncomfortable, but also exceedingly treacherous.  The days slogged by, dreary, and unrelenting in desolate shades of gray.  It is tremendously difficult to describe the bleakness of it all. However, even with exams looming on the immediate horizon, at the very end of February, Spring ignored the calendar and turned up SEVERAL consecutive gloriously sunny days, days in the mid to high seventy-degree range.  It extended right into March.  The winter quarter darkness had been banished.  Life resumed.  Campus dress immediately took a turn for the better with this long anticipated, most delightful weather.  Everyone was relieved to put their coats away.

Coincidentally, at the same time, reports began filtering in about people in different parts of the country (mostly the south) running through public places without their clothes on. The news reports called it "streaking".  Even Paul Harvey, in his noon time update  ("Stand by for NEWS") mentioned it almost daily. It was like the manias described in medieval times.

Never a campus to be left behind, sightings of Streakers close to home began circulating.  Through classrooms, across quadrangles, through the cafeteria, everything was fair game.  It was all spread by word of mouth, as the internet and cell phones were still decades away.  Coupled with the warm days and evenings, the activity seemed ideally suited for our circumstances.

My roommate (law school) and I (pharmacy school) were visiting friends of ours (“the girls”) at their apartment in a toney part of town.  It was the first Tuesday of the month, March third, less than a week after the weather had gotten so wonderful.  Someone called one of the girls and said there was a streaking event currently in progress at Russel Hall, one of the girl’s high-rise dorms.  So, without much of any kind of delay, we headed right over to check it out.  As reported, there were streakers circling the building and students congregated all around it watching. They were sitting in the grass, enjoying the unseasonably warm evening.  It was well after dark, but jackets weren’t needed.  It must still have been in the low mid sixty-degree range.

Periodically someone would exit the emergency stairwell facing Baxter street and run completely around the building, re-entering where they had started.  While it didn’t seem odd at the time, all the streakers coming out of this girl’s dorm were male. My roommate and I went to check out the source of the excitement.  “The girls” made themselves comfortable on the lawn. There were about a dozen guys, no girls, at the bottom of the stairwell when we arrived.  Guys who were dressed were coming in and also leaving via this one exit door that opened to the side of the dorm facing the street.  The procedure for that night was explained to us by this one guy who seemed to be the major coordinator for this impromptu event. One person would be sent out after they had completely stripped down.  Another person also would be already stripped down and ready to go.  After forty-five seconds or so, maybe a minute, the second person would be sent out while the next person stripped down. The exit door was opened just a bit so the first person could return inside without delay after completing their loop and get dressed.  Although there was no rule (right word?) against it, nobody did a repeat run.  So the spectators had a fairly constant spectacle of new streakers every forty-five to sixty seconds.  Heaven forbid the spectators' interest was allowed to wane! My roommate and I decided to have a go, of course. After we finished our individual loops, got dressed, and came back out, we found our friends, and sat and watched as the night dreamily wore on.  The girls were disappointed they did not recognize us in our moments of glory.  But we didn’t volunteer for a repeat performance.  It was all pretty heady stuff for the mid-seventies!

The campus was ALL abuzz the next day from the previous evening’s escapades.  I’m certain there wasn’t much didactic learning going on that Wednesday.  I certainly don’t remember going to my open lab… By Wednesday early evening the word was out.  The University of Georgia was unofficially organizing to have the world’s largest streaking event on Thursday night, March fifth.  Details were quite fuzzy, but it was supposed to start at the Meyers quad, on the south campus.  I still can’t imagine how it was organized sans cell phones and emails.  But by the end of that day everyone was looking for details.  As Thursday developed, still without the focus on whatever academic major anyone THOUGHT they had, the plans became clear:  Gather at the Meyers Quad and be ready to run by 11 p.m.  The route was to be down Stanford Drive, past the stadium, and up into the Reed Quad.  People had started gathering by 10, and the quad at Meyers was absolutely packed.  One of “the girls” from our group was in the quad, not yet quite certain if she was going to run or not.  A guy asked her why she hadn’t taken her clothes off.  She deflected by asking him the same thing.  He said, “I DO have my clothes off!”  It was that crowded.  She ultimately decided to watch instead of participating. Right about 11 everyone started running.  The street was lined several deep with spectators all along the course.  There were students, of course, and faculty, townsfolk, little children, old people, campus police, city police.  It was quite the spectacle.  Guys streaking outnumbered the girls by about twenty to one, as I recall, and much to my roommate’s and my dismay.  The ending was extremely disorganized with folks wondering if they should put their clothes back on or not.  Some folks had not carried their clothes with them, having left them at the start of the event.  Some dorm residents were dancing naked in their windows in the various Reed Quad dorms. And I’m not certain who did the official counting, but the reports ended up claiming fifteen hundred streakers.  We’d set the record.  We entered the history books.  And I sit here tonight, fifty years later to the day, amazed it all could have happened. (The day of the event, in the UGA school newspaper, Brad McCall posted the cartoon you see below.  It was one of several he did during the build-up and immediate aftermath to that night.)

@goneahead @thelovelymazza6 @ends-2-beginnings @gorgeous-and-glamorous @littletornado @resistancekitty @frances17

[futurebird]

The Overdue Man

Have you ever had an uncanny or possibly paranormal experience?

I have.

It happened when I was in undergrad, I had a work-study in the Archivists Office in the rare books section of the library. The library is a classic modern building from the 50s, once ahead of its time, now well behind. The computer system was similar, my college being one of the first to adopt a digital library catalog in the late 60s

So, as you can see, this is, in part, a story of a haunted computer terminal.

I had returned early from spring break to pack in some extra hours in the library so I could avoid working during exams week. The campus was lovely in spring, dogwood trees shed pink petals on the quad, tulips tossed & bobbed sudden short thunderstorms. I got lost in my work on the solid library terminal with it's chunky keyboard & blue-green matrix screen.

My desk was under a little sky light in a hidden corner of the 5th floor. That's how I noticed the light changing.

The library was a modernist building, as I mentioned, and many people called it "ugly" I think simply because it was modern. Secretly it was one of my favorite buildings on the campus. Because, although built with clean minimalist lines, it was made with care. The architect clearly cared about light. During the day, the building hardly used any electric lights at all.

So, I was alarmed when the sky suddenly darkened so drastically that the runners came on. But, this was spring and I looked up expecting the thunder and another violent little thunder storm.

Gazing up through the skylight told me little. The window was frosted, and I could only see a steel gray haze. The green blue glow of the old computer lit my keyboard and I endeavored to keep working.

Before I could apply myself to my task the light shifted again. This time growing brighter... golden. The runners switched off. The air grew still. The library was empty.

The light from the skylight and from every window was a lustrous pink-gold, a sunset color although it was only early afternoon. The effect was beautiful, dust motes played near the stair well.

The bell at the front desk around the corner rang. Strange. I didn't hear anyone enter.

My main duty was cataloging, but if the head archivist was out I was tasked with lending out rare books in his place. I went around to see who it was.

The light was much more dramatic in the rare books library lobby where there were more skylights & windows, the whole space was bathed in that peach-toned light. And there, by the bell, stood a young man. Smartly dressed. Too smartly dressed.

In fact, a large part of the "paranormal" nature of this experience will require you to trust my (even then) finally tuned sense of fashion.

He had on tweed pants and a sweater, leather shoes and a button down shirt. All of his clothes were out of time. His sweater, to take one item, was a campy letterman affair in school colors. Hand knit. It was the kind of plain sweater that no one would bother to hand knit. It was hand knit self-consciously because whoever bought it couldn't afford store-bought and aimed to approximate the mass produced look as best they could. In short, it was very old.

But, it was also brand new.

The same was true of his plain, white shirt. I could see less than perfect hand stitching on the collar. Who, today would sew a white button-down shirt by hand?

Under his arm he held a notebook, and even it struck me as all wrong for the date of our existence. It was a composition book the likes of which I have never seen except in archives, the black and white dapple pattern was made by splattering ... not printing.

His outfit, though very plain, had that effect of a costume. I took all this in and decided he was from the drama department.

Not everyone could check out rare books. We had our own system, hence the computer in the basement and the beautiful, clunky terminals. I asked for his ID. That's when things got even more strange.

His ID was *laminated* and contained a *real photograph*! His name inscribed by typewriter. His student ID? In pen! I started to have my doubts about my theory that he was from drama. Maybe this was an elaborate book heist!

I tuned over the ID frowning with doubt. "This isn't-" "I'm a grad student." He explained quickly. "Have been for a long time. I know that photo is old..."

The photo didn't look old to me at all. Though, perhaps it was that strange light, concealing and repainting things, for as much as I'd noticed his clothing, I took more notice now of the man himself. He had an uncanny ageless quality. I could not have said if he were 25 or 45... or perhaps even older.

I peered at the photograph on the ID comparing it to the man. They were clearly the same. The clothing in the photo looked just as anachronistic. Even the background of the photo felt like something from a forgotten decade, a pull-down painted backdrop of the college rotunda. His photo beamed at me, and so did the man himself.

Some of the faculty had such ancient IDs. So, I decided to search him up in the system. I tried his last name, which was short an unusual. No luck. I tried his ID--

When I entered his student ID the terminal flashed. The screen inverting for a moment. I gave it wack, as I'd seen the head archivist do, and this seemed to clear it up... but the record I was now viewing was curious and incomplete.

His name had been entered in the wrong field, which is why the search failed. His first name was just an initial. I attempted to correct this but the system wouldn't accept my changes.

I scanned the book. And handed it over to him. He smiled, thanked me, and it seemed very sincere. Whatever else he was, whoever or wherever (whenever) he'd come from he seemed like a nice person, at least.

I watched him leave, and then leaned over to the window hoping to see him go out through the main exit on ground level below.

But he never came out. Instead the golden light began to rapidly fade. The library returned to normal... the charm that hovered over the place was gone.

Maybe he was just a quirky grad student with a thing for vintage clothing construction, a very old ID, uncanny ageless looks, and great timing with lighting. (and he could have left the library via the tunnels. )

I tried to look at his record in the system again, and NOBODY could edit it. Not even the head archivist. It kept changing itself back. Edits wouldn't stick. To this day, I can't shake the feeling that something more was going on.

I never saw him again.

If you are wondering, the book was "Physics and applications of secondary electron emission"

[zanye0rz]

DUTY AFTER SCHOOL

Chapter 2

4 WEEKS LATER ...

━ ON THE ROOFTOP Y/n was leaning against the railing , taking in the view around her . The sky was clear and blue , decorated with a strange purple sphere who seems unbothered . Below , A group of student walking into the school building , talking and laughing with their friend .On the corner side , There a group of male students can be seen playing football in the field , creating some entertainment for the school ground .

While , there was Bora and Hana sitting in the middle of the space roof enganging in trivial conversation .

Then the door to the roof suddenly open . Hee-rak and Illha entered the space who seemed amused by the sight of something happened previously .

"The teacher fell earlier right?"

"Yes , he fell"

"His wig came off" Hee-rak laughs

The boys notice the girls and acknowledge both Bora and Hana with a greeting.

"You two keep invading our teritorry ." Ilha pointed out the two girl and turned to Y/N" And you too.."

"...Well, the roof doesn't have your name on it, does it?" Y/n remarked rolling her eyes lazily , walking near where her belongings is on the chair beside Hana .

Bora rise from her feet , walking towards Ilha reaching out for something on making the man brushed Bora's hand away and backing up . "Whoa , What are you doing ?"

"Illha , This noona is f**king edgy right now because she lacks nicotine " Bora take a stepped forward as the boy walking backwards " Don't get on my nerves okay ?"

" Yah , Yeon Bora im the head of my class "

" Yes , you can be the head " she said before rummaging through his clothes and pocket , "Where is it ?"

"Yah whoa - where are you touching !"

The three beside is amuse with the scene is playing out infront of them . 'Literal children' Y/N thought to herself shaking her heads at the two as she rummaging something from her bag .

"Yah , Bo Ra catch "

The girl stop harassing the poor boy , turning to the voice when Y/N tossed the case toward 'the edgy noona' as she catched it smoothly .

Bora open the case, finding that there are five cigarettes inside.

"Wahh my livesaver~"

"Yah , i didn't know you smoke ! " Hee-rak remark as he places his hand over the girl's shoulder , almost in disbelief at this revelation . " Well ..."

"Whatever i'm going to class , bye , Adios " she replies, shrugging off his hand as she heads off .

Y/n walks down the stairs toward her class, and almost reached it when she spots Ae Sol rushing past her.

"Ae-Sol, eodi ga ..." Y/n tries to call the girl's name, but she moves too quickly for Y/n to catch up to her and continue the conversation.

Y/n reached the class and meet with the buzzing atmosphere of her classmate . She walked through the back door and is greeted by Jang Soo , who sits near the door .

Y/N went to her seat , placing her tote bag down on the table as she burried her face relaxing her eyes .

As the first bell rings, Ms. Park enters the class holding something in her hand. Y/N, who is still resting her head rise when she felt her hair being messed by Ilha who just came in .

"Yah saekiyya " Y/N turned at him mumbles a phrase towards the latter as her frustration at being interrupted fills her face.

Illha looks at the girl with a smirk and amusement, clearly taking pleasure in messing with her hair and disrupting her peace.

Ms.Park then entered the classroom carried something in her hand which seems like a papers .

" I have a gift for all of you today " Ms Park said earning a cheer from the student , curious of what the gift is .

" Mock exam results from September " Ms Park announced lifting the report card as the cheer died down quickly."There is one more gift" she adds "I'll hand it out according to the score ."

"What?"

"Ms Park!"

"That's too harsh"

"You can't do that!"

"Silence, silence, silence" Ms Park calls for the class to quiet down, knocking the table to regain their attention, " First of.." she begans " first place in our class and our school is....Yeonghoon "

"Round of applause " The class was silent with only a few students clapping including Y/N " Wooo jaraseeo hoon-ah" the girl cheered from her seat to her brother , earning a side eyes from the students . If she's not the one cheering for her brother then who's going to??

After Youngsoo name been called out for a second place , the girl knew she's not going to be in a top three as she did not do very well on the previous exam . Matter of facts that she's sleep an hour after the exam started . But when her name being called by Ms Park she was too stunned to speak , confusion filled in her face .

" Y/N congrats on passing in a few places " Ms Park complitment the flustered girl as the student giving an applause .

Y/n rise from her feet walks toward the podium receiving her report card thanking the teacher repeatly .

Ms Park handed all out the report cards and holding out the last one "All right . Two last places tied . The grand finale." she said preparing to announce the two students in last place .

"Gosh, let's protect the last places !" Ilha and Hee-rak exclaimed in their seat . "Protect what? They're just these two . II Ha and Hee-Rak , hurry up and come out" The two boy look at each other and went to the front of the class to collect the result as they applaud themselves and proudly receive their report card . "Gosh, what's there to clap for? "

'Woah , crazy ' Y/N on the other side still stared at her result feeling unbelievable of her own achievements "Yah Y/N , I didn't expected you to stole in my place " Yojung the girl seat infront of her joked making the girl playfully roled her eyes .

Suddenly , something crashing at the back of classroom making all the head turns only to see Younghoon bag was kicked by Illha.

"Hey , the two of you ! " Ms Park scold them , Ilha turns as he apologize and retreat to his seat .

"To all teachers inside the school building , everyone , please come to the Administration Office.

Repeating one more time.

To all teachers inside the school building , everyone , please come to the Administration Office."

The students looked over the speaker in confusion . Ms Park dismissed the class as she told the students to get ready for their classes . Before leaving ,Ms Park instructed them to hand over they phone before she walked out from the classroom . After Ms Park stepped out from the class once again the room filled with a whispers and murmurs from the students curious of what's is happening .

Yo-jung whose her front seatmate rise from her seat , moved to the class podium and picked up the cell phone storage box underneath the desk as she started collecting the phone from the other students . While Y/N walked to the back of classroom picking the thrown bag , brushing the dust off and give it back to the owner .

"yeogi.." Y/N holding out his bag as he takes it from her grasp " Yah...why is he always bothering you?Tsk.." Y/N mutters enough for her brother to hear as he watched illha ordering Chi-Yeol around . "Don't start it , Just go back to your seat n/n"

"but-"

"Y/N have you hand your phone ?" The class president suddenly came cutting her words

" Oh yeah wait ," she replied glanced at her brother before went to her seat handing the phone in to the class president .

Just then the front door opened, Ms Park entered the class followed by Chi-Yeol behind her who seems to be caught on the process . The students all returned to their respective seats wondering why Ms Park entered the class though it was the first period . Ms Park then stood infront the class looking hesitating before addressing them .Y/N who at her seat feeling somewhat uneasy about it .

"Everyone"she starts as the silence erupted the classroom "It looks like this year's early admissions will be canceled."she continued . Confusion filled in their face likes a moon crashing into the earth in their face .

"Sorry?"

"What does that mean?"

"What kind of nonsense is that?"

"M-ms Park! Is that true ?"

"Ms Park , what's the matter?"

"Are you really sure?"

"is it also canceled for other schools?

"What about people who applied for early admission?"

"No way!"

"Why no early admission?"

"Listen to what i'm saying first !"Ms Park called out to their student"Only early admission will be canceled and CSAT will be taken as scheduled"

"also!.." the students are seem not paying attentions to what Ms Park said as the students keep mumbling among themselves .

"I'll explain slowly , so can you all look here?" Ms Park says as she turned on the tv showing of Ministry having conference press.

"I'm the Minister of Defense . Dear citizens,almost a year has passed since the appearance of unidentified spheres worldwide. As of now, we can't confirm their risks, but they can.. "

My feeling was right , something fishy about this...

"In order to prepare for such events,please understand the issuance of National Mobilization Law . Beside active duty soldiers , enlisted candidates , reserve force..all male and female adults up to 24 years old and the current third-grade high school students will also be drafted. "

"Us?"

"Hey ,why would we"

"Third grade?"

"Military training and classes at the same time?

Y/n at the back her head down on the table

"What's military training and what's extra credit for?"

"Silence "Ms Park yelled gathering the students attention " Quiet down" "Just as he said if means you'll be doing both military training and school classes at the same time. The government said third grade high school students are only enlistment candidates " she paused glancing around the student

"So...lets not worry to much " And again silence took over the classroom.

"Yoo jung , hand these out please .

Ms park gives out military agreement forms to the class president .

" Nae "

Yo-jung took the paper and start handing it to the other students.

"They're military training agreements take them home and show your parents,"

Once Y/n received the paper , she scanned and examined through it's and lets out "this is crazy"

"Are we going to stay together?

"What happens to people who dont consent?"

"It's not concern but you'll most likely by taking a remote classes"

"How much extra credit do we get? Are there different amounts of extra credit you can get?"

"More details will be release later, I'll share it with you as soon as the Department of Education policy comes out." Ms Park continued

"What certain is that extra credit is only given to those who took the training make sure to get them signed if you'll participate"

"Ms park what about the acting and film majors"

"Does that mean we're going to war?"

"Is the world going to end? " Y/N said so sudden making all eyes toward the girl who seem flustered of what's happening . " YAH"

As the students still busy mumbling among themselves Ms Park stepped out from the class . Leaving a small protest from the other students .

Y/N stand up from her seat heading toward Kimchi and Deok-Joong place where in Taeman was also there too seating on Deok-Joong desk .

"against who? "

" against them." Deok-joong points out toward the sky .

"Come on , it's embarrassing to fight balloons. " Taeman confidently said when so sudden Y/N appears from behind slapping his shoulder " Yah , it's might be a normal balloon but who know it's something more than that?"

" Ooh it's could be though " Kimchi agreed with the statement " Well that's okay Taeman-ah i know you scared but that's okay , im too ." she confessed

" even if that spheres falls or if there an alien in..." the girl put her hand on his shoulder turning to him " I'm sure...you the first one it's going to eat you cause you smell okay! It's might attract to you HAHA-"the girl laughed out followed by Chi-Yeol and Deok-Joong .

"HHAHA-YAh yah stop " the girl slap his hand when Taeman wrapped around the girl suffocating her .

Then sudden a fight broke out with Ilha and Yeong-hoon who in the middle of heated arguemment . The two boys shoving and sending a punch to each other . The desk was thrown to the side , desk and chairs were scattered . The classroom was in chaos . The students try to intervence when the fights showing a signs for not stopping . Y/N who try to jumps into the scene trying to stop the fight only to stopped by Taeman . As the student managed to separate the two the fight came to an end though there still yelling and cursing profanities to each other .

"It's the military, yadera.." Deok-Joong from the window finally spoke making the class all rushed to the window .

"Yah hoon-ah..." Y/n rushes toward her brother to check up on his injuries. "Gwenchana?" She reaches out to touch his face, trying to get a better look at the cut, but he swats away her hand and storming out of the class, leaving his sister in a state of concern. The girl only sighed staring at the space where he just left and turns just to see Ilha who's now staring at her . Y/N only shakes her head and went to the window looking out what going outside .