#i know damn well she wouldn't listen to a goddamn word

[aliveinacoffin]

Hello. Can i please request a part 2 of Hating You As Well? It was so good! 😩 Can part 2 be Aizawa’s and readers relationship developing and getting better throughout the year or something? Maybe throw in some aizawa getting a little jealous over reader’s relationship/friendship with another hero (maybe midnight or snipe)? Thank you so much! Feel free to ignore if you don’t want to write a part 2! xx

AAAHH I LOVE YOU GUYS FR 😭😭😭 and but of course, i live and breath to serve yall munchkins.

Hating You As Well

(And Loving You Just As Much)

Part One, Part Two (you're here dummy), Part Three

Aizawa still isn't honest with his feelings, but you weren't exactly one to jump ship and demand a relationship. So now, in this grey area, you two are forced to co-exist, while other feelings grow and fester.

Fem!Reader, She/Her pronouns

TW!: Slight descriptions of violence, nothing too crazy, suggestive language

You two didn't speak about what happened on the couch afterward. You not wanting to bring it up and him just avoiding you. You got most of your papers graded, and when Aizawa finished with his portion, he rushed out of the living room. Your heart dropped to your stomach, watching him leave without a word. Sighing, you went back to your papers, trying to just get them done.

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The next morning was silent, the night before Aizawa hadn't come out of his room at all, and you watched his door, trying to listen to what he was doing. The next morning, you hadn't slept in, getting up early to go on a run. You knew Aizawa wouldn't be awake at this hour, but he probably would soon. So you started a large pot of coffee and grabbed a sports drink and made your way out.

The wait in the elevator was tedious, but you took the time to adjust yourself. Thinking about your life, thinking about him. Did you really like Aizawa? Maybe (yes), but did he like you? Maybe? I mean, there would be no other reason for him to also lean into a kiss, the feeling of his strong and large hand haunted you, fingers reaching around your shoulder blades. Dammit Hizashi, you spitefully thought to yourself.

But what would've come from it? Would there have been an awkward moment of 'where do we go from here?' or would there be an admission of feelings, but what feelings? Would there have been an unspoken moment of understanding?

You shook your head, willing away unnecessary thoughts. The elevator doors dinged open, and you happily trotted out, all you needed was an early morning run to clear your head, and everything would be fine.

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Okay everything was not fine.

When you came back, very sweaty and gross from your jog, you should work out more damn, Aizawa was already up. The slut* was walking around with absolutely no shirt on, and only the tightest goddamn pair of black boxers ever. His defined and scarred body on full display, lean but built body, languidly lounging around in the light morning sun. His dark and long hair was up in a messy bun, with a few strands of hair falling out. The scar beneath his eye was on full display, only adding to that rugged and overtly masculine look.

Cheap shot you bitch.

He was sipping coffee while leaning on one of the kitchen counters. Oddly on the one that faced the front door. He watched you pant in, immediately going to the cupboards to fill yourself a glass of water. You felt his eyes watching you, felt them watch and analyze every curve and scar, every dip and bump, every beauty and imperfection. You downed your cup, not acknowledging him in the slightest, lest you show the effect he had on you. Neither of you said a word to the other, not even a head nod to show that you had seen the other. Just ignoring him for the time being, with no complaints on the other end.

At the staff meeting later that day, you happily sat by Hizashi, joining in his excited chatter.

"I know this sounds cheesy, but I can't wait to see the students come back again! I've missed them." Hizashi swooned, a sad puppy dog look on his face.

You laughed and opened your mouth to join into his lighthearted admission before another voice cut you off.

"I don't, the little bastards have already gotten in enough trouble. I can't imagine what it'll be like when they move in." Aizawa grumbled out, looking in front of him with a disgruntled look.

You and Hizashi froze, just staring at him for a moment. He usually sat on the other side of you 'loudmouths,' usually too tired to deal with the shenanigans that you, said blonde, and Nemuri got up into. (Usually just passing notes between all three of you with the smashabiltiy of your coworkers and other heroes (also dicks, but not from the person you'd think)) So it was shocking to see him willingly sitting next to you three while earning a death glare from Anan, whose spot he'd stolen.

"Don't act like you don't love them you Tsundere. You'd probably eat your arm if it meant they were happy." You teased, sighing while you poked at him.

He deadpanned you for using such an outdated term but just grumbled while hiding his face in his scarf. Hizashi elbowed you, wiggling his eyebrows at you while smirking. You were confused for a second before you realized what he was implying, hitting his arm to make him stop. He yelped, angrily muttering curses at you while he looked down. Principle Nedzu loudly cleared his throat, standing up straight while looking at all of you. He clapped his soft hands, signing the beginning of the meeting.

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Well that meeting was a waste of your time. All the meeting was about how we should pay a little more attention to the students now that we're all in dorms. Those who work at night, namely Hizashi, Aizawa, Nemuri, etc., were asked to make sure they don't sneak out and do room checks randomly. Heroes who work in the day, you, Anan, Ken, and others were asked to make sure students acted right during the day, and stayed inside school property. Simple enough but...

"That could've just been an email." Nemuri sighed, peeling off her mask and putting her hair up. Ken was doing the opposite, putting down his cement-like hair and flattening it against his head.

"Agreed. I understand communication is important, especially during such difficult times but..." He sighed, rubbing his flat face.

"It's super annoying. We should all get coffee cups that say 'this meeting could've been an email' on them and just use them every time we have one." You sighed, adjusting yourself to make yourself more comfortable as well.

"Well, now that that's over, and we don't really have anything else to do...wanna go out for drinks?" Hizashi perked up, green sunglasses perched on his head, hair still gelled up.

"It's one o'clock in the afternoon." Aizawa scowled, looking disapprovingly at the man.

"I think he just wants to hang out rather than drink." You slung your arm over Aizawa. He scowled at you but didn't move your arm.

"No, I'm totally gonna drink." Hizashi said while walking backwards, already calling a cab.

"Oh yeah me too." Nemuri agreed, nodding her head.

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"I don't know why I came." Aizawa was acting pissy, laying down his head on his crossed arms, glaring at the loudmouths around him.

"Because you loveee us, admit it!" You sang, stirring the drink in your hands. You weren't drunk per say but you were definitely looser and happier now. "Cmon, won't you drink a little?" You looked down at him, smirk on your face.

He scoffed and looked away, sitting up straight. "Someone needs to get you home, and we share a living space, so I'm forced to babysit."

"Dawww, it's okay to show your emotions." You tugged on his uniform sleeve, putting yourself in his personal space.

"Hey!" Hizashi called out to you, definition more drunk than you were. "Let's do karaoke!" He motioned you over, pointing to Anan, who was already singing. You happily jumped up, waiting behind Sekijiro to sing.

When it was your turn, your singing was horrid. It was off-key and loud. Most of your friends just laughed and egged you on, spurring you to sing louder and worse. Still, even in your fuzzy mind you recognize on pair of dark eyes just staring at you. Not in a negative way, no, there was something in his face and eyes that made you quiet down some. Just so he knew you were singing for him.

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You don't know how you got home, but you did. Looking at the time, it was seven PM at night. You groaned, rubbing your head while your other hand limply hung off the couch. An oversized jacket was forced on you, baggy, and so so warm.

"Drink this." You looked up to the dark presence above, squinting at the harsh contrast of the shadow to the bright apartment. You got up and groggy drank the water.

"Thanks." You sighed, looking up at Aizawa.

"Sure. Just try to be more responsible next time. You have an image to uphold." He snatched back the cup when you finished, which you realized had prints of black cats on it.

"Mehmehmehmeh." You made a face, mocking him in a high-pitched voice while making a puppet with your hand. The man you were making fun glared at you from the kitchen, activating his quirk while washing your dish.

"I'm being serious. Anyone could've walked in and seen a UA teacher acting a fool at a bar." He growled, now in the drying process.

"Ahh, it was one drink! And plus, none of our dear students are gonna walk into a bar." You got up stretching, scratching your leg while walking past him.

"It was more than one drink!" He called out to you.

"One, ten does it matter?" You replied, entering your bedroom and shutting your door behind you, ending the conversation.

The next morning, you found yourself with a jacket you'd never had before. It was baggy, many sizes too large for you, and something right out of a goth magazine. You don't know where you got it from, but it was warm and comfortable, plus it smelt nice, so you added it to your closet.

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The students finally arrived and settled in the dorms, now UA dorm life was in full swing. It was peaceful to see such vibrant characters and youth constantly surround you, it filled you with a new vigor. That was, until now.

Loud crashing woke you up in the dead of night, and you immediately jumped up into action. You didn't yell or scream. Instead, you grabbed a flashlight and a small knife. You slowly opened your bedroom door, crouching out and keeping close to the wall. There was a large imposing figure standing in the middle of the hall, leaning against the wall while fussing with their boot.

Taking the chance, you kicked off the wall and laughed yourself forward. Landing on the interlopers back, you wrapped your arm around their neck, using your free hand to press the switch blade on their face. Your legs immediately wrapped around their muscled frame, trapping yourself onto them.

"What the fuck are you doing in my home." You growled in their ear, putting pressure on the knife to start to dig into their cheek.

"Getting my dumbass kids." Aizawa growled out, hands trying to rip you off of him.

You froze for a second, eyes going wide and mouth going slack.

"Huh!?" You yelled out, toppling off of your roommate. Knife clattering somewhere into the kitchen.

Aizawa turned to you, pissed off and resuming his fussing with his shoes. He tilted his head in your direction but not looking at you. You sat on the ground, still processing everything.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Did I get you anywhere?" You finally came to your senses, scrambling up to check him. Grabbing his chin, you tilted his head back and forth, inspecting.

"I'm fine. I've got to go." He ripped his head back, leaning away from your touch. He finally got his boots of fully, walking into the kitchen and to the front door.

"No you're not, I cut you." You ran into the kitchen, pulling out the first aid kit from under the sink.

"It's fine." He was already at the door, but you ran to him and grabbed the back of his shirt.

"No, it's not, I could've really hurt you." You had grabbed an antiseptic wipe and a bandaid to clean up the cut you made on him. It was small, a nonconsequential wound. But you still took delicate care to cleaning it and covering it up. He didn't get the chance to see what kind of bandaid you put on him, but he felt that it was small.

"As if." He mumbled, eyes fluttering closed as he accepted your gentle touch. There was no bite in his tone, like he was just saying it to say it, to keep up an image. You pulled back, and gave him a once-over.

Aizawa opened his eyes again, and turned to the door to hide his face from you.

"Now you can get your dumbass kids, asshole." You smiled softly, and even if he couldn't see your face, he registered the softness in your tone. The fondness.

When Aizawa got done with yelling at his two problems children, he turned and stomped away, leaving them to be angry at him.

Midoriya remembered something for a moment and hesitantly turned to his rival/best friend.

"Hey Kacchan, was there a Hello Kitty bandaid on his face?" Midoriya seemed a little dumbfounded. It couldn't be true, Aizawa with a bandaid on his face, let alone a Hello Kitty one?

"Hah? The fuck are you talking about?" Bakugo was still clearly pissed, but he was more taken aback than angry.

"That little pink sticker on him, I could swear I saw Hello Kitty on it." Midoriya responded, adamant that he did see it.

Bakugo was silent for a moment, and the freckled boy thought he was ignoring him. So he just sighed and returned inside.

Bakugo smirked a little, now fully remembering. Yeah, he was.

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The next morning you decided to ask what happened.

"My two biggest problems decided to sneak out and fight. It hasn't even been a week, and they're already trying to kill each other." Aizawa angrily muttered into his cup of coffee.

You stared at him for a second, pursing your lips. "Did you expel them?" You tilted your head, eyeing him warily.

"I wish." He chuckled, drinking his coffee.

"Ah, so they're your favorites." You smiled, wiping your hands and heading to serve yourself a plate of food. You heard the stern teacher sputtering behind you, coughing as a result of his reaction.

"I have no favorites, and those two would never be them." He responded, setting down his cup heavily.

"But you didn't expel them. You just gave them house arrest and chores. Your favorites." You shrugged, turning around to smirk at him.

"Well, it..." Aizawa shook his head, face pulling into one of anger as he looked for an excuse. He gave up, flopping his hands down to look at you. "They'll learn. They just need more discipline. It's hardly a call for expulsion."

"Let's see," You set down your toast to count examples. "Sneaking out after curfew barely a few days into moving into dorms, destructive of school property, assault on another student, three students snuck out without permission to save another classmate, Midoriya being the ringleader, anddd..." You screwed up your face, and you tried to remember more. You snapped your fingers and pointed at the scowling Aizawa. "Oh! First day, you should've expelled Midoriya and transferred him to another class, but you didn't." You leaned on the counter and tilted your head. "Instead, you let him stay in the hero course because you believed in him. Plus, that whole unwritten speech about Bakugo when he was kidnapped? There was nothing in our notes that said anything of what you said. But you said it anyway, from your heart."

Aizawa had a carefully neutral face, just staring at you while you grilled him.

"So my only crime is believing in my students." His voice was monotone, any semblance of emotion wiped from his face. If it were anyone else, you would've thought they were pissed at you or angry. But you knew better, you recognized that face from last night. The 'I'm pissed because I expected better from you' face.

"No," You grabbed your plate and walked past Aizawa to lounge in the living room, patting his shoulder as you walked. "Your only crime is having a huge heart, but the inability to even show you even have one."

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There was no real reason for you to be here, you thought to yourself. You barely helped out when the kids picked out their ultimate moves, and you were definitely not one of the teachers who regularly trained with the kids, but you still found yourself being dragged to go to the hero licensing exams.

You adjusted your hero costume, pulling down and pulling up the outfit where need be.

"Why am I coming again?" You asked Aizawa, turning to him to see he was already staring at you.

He shrugged, "Principal Nedzu just said you were to come." He looked away, fiddling with his phone while he waited for you to get ready.

"Well, sure, I got that, but he didn't email me, and I don't exactly see why-" You were still pulling yourself together, grabbing an over-the-shoulder bag and checking whether or not you had your keys, your wallet, and extra makeup and other stuff you might need.

"Are you ready yet? At this rate, we'll hold up the whole class and make them late." He interrupted you, crossing his arms impatiently.

You deadpanned him and adjusted the strap. "Yes, I'm ready. Dick." You stuck your tongue out at him while he held the door open for you, trying to push you out.

"You need to watch your mouth more. Who knows who's listening." He scolded, pressing the elevator button. The elevator dinged open, and you two stepped inside. Aizawa went to press the floor button, but you beat him to it. He gave you a look.

You smiled. "I like pressing the buttons."

"What are you, a child?" He scoffed.

"Then you'd be a predator." You shot back without thinking. Both of you realized what you meant by that, but before you could spit out on explanation, the door opened again.

Hizashi strolled in, whistling a tune. "Hey guys!" He cheered, ignoring the tension behind him. "What's up?" He turned around, looking at your blushing face and Aizawa's blatant ignoring of you.

"Nothing, what are you up to?" You chuckled, rubbing your head.

"Gonna go out and be a radio host and communications guy." He smiled, but you heard the strain in his voice.

Your bashful attitude dropped, and you held out a hand. "Hey, don't spread yourself super thin." You advised, voice full of worry.

The elevator dinged to all of your last stops, and Hizashi strolled out before the two of you, walking backward to face you.

"Don't worry about me! I'll be fine." He waved you off, turning around to walk normally with his hands in his pockets.

"I worry about him sometimes." You admitted, stuck in place. Aizawa walked out before you, holding the elevator so it didn't close on you.

"He's fine, trust me. Hizashi doesn't think about much other than music and having fun." He shrugged, looking off.

"That's because he thinks through you. He speaks Aizawa and thinks Aizawa." You stepped out, walking out the bottom common room to the main grounds of UA.

Aizawa shrugged, not saying anything as he followed you. You looked out to all the excited students, the air buzzing with conversation.

Aizawa got his classes' attention, speaking to all his students.

"Now listen up. This is the most important test of your life, and only fifty percent of the whole student body will pass." That made the class tense up and freeze, dramatic whispers grew between them. "Even though some of you are in trouble." He made direct, unashamed eye contact with both Midoriya and Bakugo, "You will all take the test. Now let's go before we're late." He led the class in the bus, you two being the last ones in.

"They're your favorite." You sang, tapping your knees. You two were sitting in separate seats, but you two were as close to the edge as possible.

"Keep your voice down." He snapped but didn't deny it.

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Ms. Joke was awesome.

She shamelessly flirted with Aizawa, if not being a bit pushy with it, and teased him.

You knew of her, you had some run-ins with her when you first debuted. She was a light-hearted, strong woman who had a good sense of humor, she often used to make you double over in full-out belly laughter. But there was something different this time, she was funny, that didn't change, but you weren't laughing so hard you cried now.

"Eraser," Ms. Joke was barely holding back laughter now, "Your fly is down."

You and Aizawa sat next to each other while Ms. Joke was two seats away from you two. That... wasn't all that funny....huh. Maybe Aizawa's bitterness rubbed off of me? Aizawa just sat there like he hated the world, but especially her right now.

"I can't believe you have a full class! Usually, you would've expelled someone by now. You must actually like your class." She turned to him, and you leaned over.

"Right! I think he has a secret soft spot for all of them, but especially-" You exclaimed, excited that some outside of UA had noticed this.

Aizawa cut you off by putting his hand in front of your face, now angry at the world, Ms. Joke, and you.

She laughed, and you giggled. "You're so predictable! Date me." Ms. Joke immediately turned to him.

"Shut up." He scowled, and she just laughed in response.

You sat back up now, looking at him teasingly. "If I have a say-"

"You don't."

"I think you two would make a great couple!" You grabbed Aizawa's shoulders and leaned him to the loud woman, and she just laughed in response. Strangely, you could see her breath from this angle, but you could also see Aizawa's hair float up for a mere second before it dropped again. An action so small and unnoticeable that if you hadn't been so close, you wouldn't have seen it.

You let go, and she leaned to you two, a slightly angry look on her face.

"But c'mon, you both know what's going to happen in just a few seconds." Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, a strained smile.

You looked at the dark man beside you, really he sticks out pretty bad here, and gave him a confused and slightly scared look.

You heard her say something earlier, but you had no idea what it meant, let alone now.

"And yet, you didn't say a thing to your class. Every year the test is always different." She rested her chin on her fist, looking determined out on the field. Aizawa was blankly doing the same, but there was a different look in his eye, one you recognized. One of a teacher who knows what his students can do.

You were shifting on your seat, watching class 1-A break up into factions, trying to understand what the other woman was saying.

"It's a tradition during the exam, most if not almost all of the students have equal footing. Except for one." She dropped her hand, sitting up straight. You were watching her, a feeling of foreboding coming over you as she delved more and more into her dramatic rant.

"UA has a serious disadvantage. Showing off the country's top schools sports program to the whole country, which showed off not just your students' quirks, but their weaknesses and their fighting styles too." Your eyes widened, and you turned back to the field. Watching the majority of the class you grew to care about deeply, be unknowingly followed. "It's a little funny, isn't it?"

That made your heart race, surprise written all over your face. Aizawa ignored her, eyebrows deepening.

"If you actually liked your class this year, you should've warned them about this. It happens every time your school takes the exam, UA is immediately crushed." She said, and to prove her right, a crowd of students all aimed for one group. Yours.

You looked at Aizawa, wondering why he kept quiet about all this. He glanced at you briefly before nodding his head back to the field with the tiniest of motions. That feeling of dread was replaced with pride as you watched Midoriya effortlessly kick away a storm of balls with one kick. From this angle, Ms. Joke assumed you turned away from Aizawa, feeling a little awkward that she had now seemingly made you upset. What she didn't see was your proud smile, your smirk of arrogance. Yeah, they'll be fine.

"I don't really see a reason why I should've warned them. Nothing would've changed if I did, either way, they would've had to deal with it." You and Aizawa watched as your students effortlessly dodged and moved, using their quirks to the best of their abilities to take back the advantage that was stripped away from them. It was taking everything in you not to just cheer out for them, not to scream, hell yeah!

"Real heroes turn around any situation. Besides, when they become pros in the spotlight, they'll have to face villains who already know their quirks." His voice was stern and sharp, with no room for argument. "Perhaps at UA, we look further ahead than other schools." Even though he still had that monotone voice, Aizawa had a passion for his students, one that he barely contained.

A dark shadow fell over the laughing woman's face, now at an angle where she could see the both of you. She watched with bated breath as you watched Aizawa. Smiling while she huffed out a nose laugh. She recognized that look, looking down at her ring finger, she fiddled with the gold ring. There were rings decorating all her other fingers, but the one on that ring was the first and most important one. She's made that face hundreds of times at her own wife, and only a fool would mistake it for anything else.

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“‘UA looks further ahead than other schools’, huh? That’s pretty condescending of you to say Eraser.” Ms. Joke piped up, the two had been going back and forth, but you decided to ignore their banter in favor of anxiously watching the students, afraid. “There are as many kids who want to be heroes as there are stars in the sky. The strength of that will has nothing to do with being famous.” Ms. Jokes face had gone back to being serious, and it made you a little unsettled. The woman, in even the short amount of time you’d known her, had taken everything with a grain of salt. Never the one to take offense to someone's words or actions. But here she was scolding Aizawa. They really were the same. They hide the same deep love and care for their students, and the moment someone says something slightly mean, they pop off.

“If you act like you’re the stars of the show and look down on everyone else, then you’re only showing off your true weakness.”

While her words were true, they seemed a little misplaced. Aizawa constantly humbled the students to remind them that no matter how far they got, they would always have room to grow and improve. Not just in their physical strength, but their mental capabilities as well. Maybe it was about the students themselves? Bakugo and Monoma were the students that popped up in your mind immediately.

“You’re right, we will take your advice and make sure our stars don’t think they’re the only ones who shine.” You nodded, sliding your eyes over to her. She nodded, a small smile on her face. Aizawa looked over at you in a questioning manner. 

“Our students are great and all, but sometimes they need to be reminded that they’re not the main character, even if they act like it.” You smiled slightly, easily finding Bakugos yelling from in the arena.

“...Agreed.”

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Finally, after what seemed like forever, the test ended. Rubbing sleep from your eyes you walked by Aizawa while he went through the paper work he now needed to fill out. 

“You know, I’m starting to see why you’re so tired all the time.” You laughed, tapping the stack of appears in his hands.

He gave an airy laugh, “Sometimes I think they do it on purpose.”

“Well, I can do some it for you. I don’t spend as much time with the kiddos like you do, but I’m sure I could get the hang of it.” You offered, slightly pouting your lips. 

“You’d probably mess it up, or mark them in that atrocious pen you have.” He shook his head, tilting the papers away from you.

“Huh?! Why do you have such little faith in me!? I’m trying to be nice, you-” Kaminari was with his usual group of friends, but he was side-eying the two of you, snickering while watching your interaction. “Jerk.” 

“Good save.”

“Shaddup.” You punched his arm, snatching some of the papers away from him. “I can do this, no sweat, and I promise to use a normal pen.” 

He glared at you, before sighing and shaking his head. “Fine.”

Ms. Joke trotted up to you two and offered to do joint training. Aizawa accepted the offer and walked away, loading all the students onto the bus. 

She turned to where you were still standing, trying to organize and smooth out the stolen reports. “My real name is Emi Fukukado, by the way.” She held out a business card in her gloved hand.

You took it appreciatively. 

“Thanks!” You introduced yourself in turn, shaking her hand.

“Hey, between us two, you and Eraser would make a pretty cute couple.” Fukukado said nonchalantly, smiling easily.

“Hah?!” You exclaimed, freezing on the spot. Your face grew hot, and you tightened your grip on the jokesters hand.

Fukukado pulled away, smile never going away. “I recognize that look in your eyes when you look at him, and Aizawa doesn’t put up with just anyone you know.” She laughed slightly, putting her hands on her hips. “Trust me, my wife looks at me like that all the time, and we’ve been married about ten years now!” 

“Hahhhh?! You’re married?!” 

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“You didn’t know? She always wears her wedding ring.” Aizawa sat down heavily beside you on the couch, grunting while he leaned forward. 

“She wears like, ten. How would I know?” You shrugged, pulling down the black pen behind your ear, unglittered unfortunately, to continue your journey of legal HPSC papers. 

“Didn’t you know her when you were younger?” He raised an eyebrow to you, his dark hair out of his face and into a bun.

“Yeah, but we weren’t friends. It was more like, you’re a young woman in the same male-dominated field as me, if anything goes down we’ll have each other's backs. Not friends friends. I literally just learned what her name is.” You turned your attention to the work, already halfway through your stack, while Aizawa was just starting his.

“Women are weird.” He shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“Oh yeah? You’ve known Hizashi since high school and you still deny you two are literally best friends.” You rolled your eyes, remembering how vehemently Aizawa denied the two literally aren’t two peas in a pod.

“Because we’re not. We’re good friends.” You groaned and flicked a pen cap at him. He growled at you, but otherwise turned back to his work.

“Anyyyways, I still feel kinda bad that Todorki and Bakugo failed. That test was really important, and they’re the only two in 1-A who failed.” You sighed, eyes running over Bakugo’s paper.

“That’s their own fault, if they had seen above their own hubris, they would’ve acted better and passed. They will learn to do better at the retake.” The dark-haired man shook his head, sighing.

“True, it was their own pride that was their downfall.”

“Make sure to mark the date in your calendar, it's about three months from now.” He added nonchalantly, now fully focused on the papers.

You looked up and made a confused face. “Why would I need to, I’m not their homeroom teacher?” 

He didn’t respond for a moment, avoiding eye contact. You saw his ears go red slightly at the tips, perking up. “Because you went with me to the first exam, why not help me at the provisional?” 

“W-well, I guess. But I won’t be of much help.” You looked away, remembering the words Fukukado told you the other day making you go hot yourself. 

You both fell into a comfortable silence, the only sounds now were the ticking clock and the sounds of papers shuffling and pens scraping. 

It was nice.

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“Wait wait wait-” You were laughing now, holding a hand over your mouth. Hiazshi was smiling at you, and Midnight was shaking her head in disbelief. “He got naked?” 

“He didn’t get naked, his quirk made his clothes phase through him. So he ended up naked. There’s a difference.” Aizawa shook his head, sipping his coffee.

You laughed out loud now, leaning on Hizashi’s shoulder while he joined with you.

“I was shocked at first too! I mean, yeow! Everything was out.” That only spurred you on more, tears gathering in your eyes.

“Oh man,” You sighed, wiping away those tears. “I hope they helped him out with his costume, I mean, there’s no way that's safe.” You shook your head, sitting on Hizashi's armchair now.

“They did, they made it out of his hair, so it would phase with him.” He nodded, stuffing food in his mouth. You quirked an eyebrow but ignored it.

“That must’ve taken forever.” 

“Yes, it did.” Aizawa butt in, now fully paying attention to the both of you. You couldn’t see Hizashi smirk, but you were caught off guard by such aggressive behavior. 

“Oh,” You looked away, now feeling slightly awkward. “What was the point of them visiting, anyway? I mean, not that it’s bad to introduce the classes to the big three, but why now?” 

Aizawa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “To have them talk about the work studies.” 

The air in the teacher lounge shifted, now to a tense one. There was a meeting the day before the new term started, an open discussion on whether or not UA students should be allowed to even let them participate in them. Just like the internships, it was a heavily debated argument. You, Aizawa, Snipe, and Anan were against it, saying it well it went last time would only embarrass/harm UA’s reputation further. Nemuri, Sekijiro, Ken, and Ectoplasmi were for it, their reasoning that the students would need the practice. Others fell in between and allowed themselves to be swayed by the opinions of others.

“Oh.” That was all you said.

“Yeah.” That was all he replied with.

When the school day ended, Aizawa met you at home. He angrily kicked off his boots and hung up his capture scarf by the door. You turned around from the sink, hands wet from washing the dishes.

“Hey.” 

“Hey.” He looked up at you, standing at the doorway. “I don’t agree.”

“I don’t either.” You turned back, immediately knowing what he was talking about.

When the HPSC had first sent the letter to UA stating they would like the school to participate in the work studies, the teachers erupted in conversation. When the staff didn’t agree, Aizawa stood up an brought all the attention to him.

“Did we forget what happened the first time we allowed our students into the hands of the HPSC? My own students had gone off and could’ve gotten killed. I had no idea, thanks to the lies administered by the commission. Do we need a repeat of that?” He sat back down, looking angrily out at his fellow staff. You stood up beside him.

“I agree, who knows what danger is out there, and we all know from the past that the Hero Commission will just lie to us.”

Snipe nodded in agreement beside you. Ectoplasim stood up. “I assume your classes will have their provisional licenses now? Our students have grown since then, and they now have the ability to make their own calls and decisions.” He rebuttled. This statement only made a fight break out.

In the end, your side lost.

Aizawa was leaning on the counter beside you, hands clutching the counter in a white-knuckled grip. “They lied to us, three students could’ve died.” His voice cracked at the end, face screwed up in anger. You whipped your head at him, looking at him wide-eyed.

You decided not to say anything about his emotions, instead, you dried your hands and turned to him fully. 

“Want to spar?” You offered, holding out his goggles. Aizawa stared at them, then stared at you for a long moment. He snatched them up and quickly put them on. Wordlessly, he got back dressed in his hero outfit, and you complied by getting your shared duffle bag and followed him out. You both had decided to share a bag, hey, it would be easier to carry one than two, since you spar so often anyways.

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The next few weeks became hell. Immediately something was brewing, you, Aizawa, and other UA students were invited to an important meeting hosted by Sir Night Eye. You’ve heard of him, mostly through what you know about All Might, but you have never really seen him in action. He was a pretty cool dude, if not a little too serious for your liking. You could only deal with one grumpy man in your life, you didn't need to. There were also friends you made through your line of work, like Toyomitsu/FatGum, Takagi/Rock Lock, and Mr. Brave, you never learned his name, interactions were always brief, but friendly.

You mostly just listened in, you didn’t really have any new or helpful information to hand out to aid in the meeting. You had become slightly boring ever since you became a hero at UA, hero work slightly slacking now that tests and assignments stood in your way of aiding your friends. That is why you had an uptick in your sparring matches with Aizawa, no excuse to fall behind.

Takagi spoke up, questioning why your students were here in the meeting. Toyomitsu, in a burst of passion, declared that the students had valuable information to share. He then introduced himself, and when his attention turned to your side of the table, you waved at him happily.

Aizawa looked at you through the corner of his eyes, a small smile on his face. You elbowed him in response, brushing him off. Aizawa was called to speak, and his leg started to bounce from under the table, only you noticed.

“The bullets effects seem to be different from my Eraser. When my quirk is activated, I don’t attack the quirk itself, instead, I temporarily affect the genes themselves, but no permanent or harmful damage is done.”

“Immediately after Takami was shot, we rushed him to the hospital to have him looked at. We found his quirk was deactivated, but thankful after his rest he was returned back to normal.” That was a relief, not only were the effects of the bullet temporary, like Takagi had said, but the effects weren’t harmful in the long run. When it was revealed that the contents of the bullets were filled with human blood, everyone froze. Disgust filled you, wondering what kind of person would do that. 

“A man named Kai Chisaki is the young Yakuza head of this group, and is turning his daughter's body and blood to make the bullets.” You had decided to tune back into the conversation at the worst possible moment, or maybe you tuned out during the worst conversations of your life, your body tensing up as horror filled you. Aizawa sat slacked beside you, his eyes widening in horror as well. Tears sprung into your eyes, and your hand immediately flew up to cover your trembling mouth. How..how could anyone do that to a little girl? Let alone their own daughter?

The meeting went on with the same tense and angry energy, people piping up with their own angry opinions. You watched with a feeling that you were floating outside of your body as Nighteye folded more and more into himself. The pressure everyone putting on him only added to the guilt you knew he carried. 

The meeting was over late into the afternoon, and packets and folders of information were handed out to all of you. Aizawa was to patrol more in the designated at night, and any possible chance you were to follow yours.

Now you were situated in Aizawa’s car, his hands gripping the steering wheel while you leafed through both folders.

“Lock Rock is right. There’s no need for them to be there.”

“I know.” Your voice was watery, sniffing while you tried not to cry onto the packets. “But we don’t have a choice.”

There was silence when he rolled up to a red. A large hand came into your peripheral, pulling the folders away from you. Aizawa threw them in the back of his car, and you heard them scatter. 

“Don’t worry about that now, we can go through them when we get home.” You looked up at him, and while his expression was still guarded and hard, there was something soft hidden in his face. Maybe it was the way his eyebrows were turned up ever so slightly, or his sad eyes, either way, you nodded.

“I just hope we can save that little girl. She’s so small, and she must be so scared.” The light turned green, and he resumed his journey.

“We will, I know we can.”

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The next few weeks were hellish, after school you barely saw Aizawa, and he in turn hardly saw you during breaks/lunches/and during the weekends. You worked from sun up to sunset, using as much time as you could. During the day he worked with the others to make sure everyone was updated on information, whereas during the night you caught up on both your school work and added your own information. You left coffee and easy lunches for him to take out, and he left you jelly packets and energy drinks. 

Finally, there was one day when both of you were home, lying exhausted on the couch together. You were lying on your back, hands covering your eyes while you rested your legs on his. Aizawa complained at first but made no move to stop you, too focused on his iPad sifting through and adding important information. 

“Apparently, Nighteye has picked out people he thinks are assisted with Kai Chisaki. He’ll try to find out more before we move further.” He said out loud, not doing anything to get your attention.

“Good.” Your voice was raspy and tired, flopping your hands down you could barely keep them open. “I’m so tired.” Your voice was filled with pure exhaustion, running on less than thirty hours of sleep for the whole week.

“Me too, I can feel this coming to an end.” You could still hear him clicking away.

“God I hope so, I just want to save her already, I’m starting to see Eri in my goddamn dreams.” You shook your head, tears hotly running down the corner of your eyes. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or maybe it was because of how emotionally drained you were, but you just couldn’t hold back the floodgates.

You heard Aizawa stop tying, but you didn’t dare look over at him.

“Me too.” His voice was filled with utter grief.

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Finally, it was the day.

Nighteye had found one of Chisaki’s minions and tracked down the spot where they had been keeping Eri. Now everyone had gathered around in a large group, waiting anxiously in the bright early morning for their commands. You were following Aizawa tiredly, energy absolutely sapped out of you. Aizawa walked up to Midorya, who was surrounded by the only other UA students. 

“I am moving with the Night Eye agency.” You peeked out from behind the dark man, waving happily at your students, string to hide how tired you were. “Do you understand what that means?” 

Midoriya nodded, a hard look on his face. Aaizawa turned back to you, grabbing your shoulder to push you away. “What was that about?” You asked, confused as you turned and waved goodbye.

“He still hasn't earned my trust for running off last time, so I told him I expect him to do things right this time.” He looked down, still walking to get in position.

“You’re such a hardass.” You smiled, shoulders bouncing while you looked away.

“Good, then they stay on their feet and do their best.”

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Chaos quickly erupted outside, and you were stuck batting away villains with clubs of pure light. You swung around your makeshift weapons, filled with electricity and a feeling of burning pain. Police surrounded you, blocking your view of not only the entrance but of your allies. 

“This way!” A strong hand grabbed your arm, and you turned and growled. Your guard dropped when you saw Aizawa dragging you inside with him. Quickly, you put as much light as you could in your pockets, quickly closing them so they wouldn’t escape.

“I’m getting kind of worried, man.” Takagi admitted, looking around for any dangers.

“I wonder if anyone leaked information.” Amajiki admitted aloud, but the chief rebuttled him.

“If they had, one would think they’d be smarter to avoid us.”

“They all should be used to working together already, a bond formed through devotion to their boss. They might feel ashamed now, Chisaki and the top brass haven't even shown themselves yet. They’re probably underground getting ready to flee or hide right now.” Aizawa pipped in. All of you were still running down the impossibly long hallway, hearts racing as one.

“No, there’s no way. That villain busted out the doorway as soon as the chief rang the doorbell, no one just does that. Plus, with how big these guys sound, there's no way they’d just leave.” You shook your head, mind swarming with what was to happen. Kirishima looked over to you, conflicted on whether to agree with his homeroom teacher or his history teacher.

“Either way, we’ll take them down.” He decided to say, not favoring either theory.

Suddenly, Nighteye skidded to a halt, stopping in front of an indent in a wall. He seamlessly opened a secret door, and everyone was thankful for his foresight. 

Three henchmen popped out of the darkness, trying to take the group by surprise. However, they were unable to be successful with Bubble Girls and Centipeder's quick thinking. They stayed back with Nighteye’s order to make sure they didn’t come after your group, and you rushed down a concrete hallway, only to be halted by a dead end.

Takagi called out to Nighteye in anger, but Midorya and Kirishima quickly resolved the problem by kicking through the thick wall that had been placed up. The room suddenly became less solid and started shaking around in an ocean. Panic filled the room as it rolled and changed around you, shoving you all around. You, Aizawa, and Toyomitsu formed a triangle. 

“Eraser, can’t you get rid of it?” Takagi yelled out, but Aizawa just shook his head. 

“Not if I can’t see the main body.” He called out, voice strained as he fought off nausea. 

“We need to hurry!” Your voice wobbled as you tried to find steady ground, “If they’re changing the building, then they can escape before we can even get to the end of the hallway!” You tried to step forward, but the mere action of moving knocked you off kilter, so you stood, fighting off gravity as you tried to move. You have to try!

The room stopped moving as violently, and Lemillion took action to run ahead, moving through another hall. You wished you could follow him, try and at least be there for the kid. A scream ripped out of your throat as the ground under you disappeared. You landed on your stomach, the breath knocked out of you on the dirty floor. Aizawa heaved you up, looking around and assessing the situation. 

Three villains made themselves known, launching themselves at Amajiki. Eraser quickly stepped up, erasing the blonde quirk before he could do serious damage to the kid. 

“Suneater-!” You called out, trying to stop his stupidly brave act.

“Go! I’ve got it.” He turned to you all, nodding towards another hallway, the others ran ahead, but Midoirya, Aizawa, and you staggered for a moment.

“Make sure you tie them up, my quirk will wear off soon.” He jogged off, the green-haired boy behind his teacher.

You nodded at him. “I believe in you, do your best.” You nodded at him before following your companion. Quickly you lost Toyomitsu and Kirishma, as they were sucked into and trapped in another room. 

“We have to keep going, there's no time.” Aizawa pulled you forward, trying to get you to keep moving.

“I know, it just feels like we’re purposely being split apart.” You followed him, worry filling your entire being. 

Takagi locked the room in place as soon as it started to move again, even if it was a tight fit, it allowed you all to push forward.

“Stand back, he’s coming from the places I haven't locked down.” Takagi held out a hand to stop you all from moving forward, and you watched as the end of the hallway rushed towards you all.

Midorya rushed again, kicking away an entrance point. The path never cleared, so the young boy continued his assault. The wall immediately retracted, clearing away the path for you. 

“What the hell..?” You wondered but were quickly cut off by the room changing once more, separating the main group into smaller groups. You were stuck with Aizawa and Midorya.

The wall dropped again, revealing two Takagi’s, and you stood in confusion between the two of them. Aizawa was fast and quickly attacked the fake Takagi before it could attack Midoriya. Himiko Toga was forcefully revealed, squealing while she chased after the boy. As effortlessly as he could, he dragged the crazed girl away, but not without getting stabbed in the shoulder.

Once more the room shifted, and tunnels of dirt and concrete erupted from the walls, you all looked around widely, trying to see where the dirt was coming from. Midoriya took action almost immediately, shooting up to kick where he thought Mimic was. The boy revealed the villain, and in an instant he erased his quirk, watching him fall to his death. 

“The League betrayed them?” Aizawa questioned looking out to where the two voices had come from.

“Seems so, and they used us to aid in their scheming. Though, at least we're on solid ground now.” Nighteye adjusted his glasses, looking forward to the dark hallway, police officers scattered around.

You took a moment to recap and interrogate Irinaka, but that led him into an angry frenzy. 

“As officers of the law, we cannot let them escape.” The chief held up his gun, his underlings looking around as well.

“It sounded like they were escaping, we should focus on our top priority for now instead of going into a circle.” You said, looking around. Takagi agreed with you, deciding to split up the pros with the mission and the police with the League. He decided to stay, you pulled out a small knife, handing it to him.

“Just in case.” He nodded, face still screwed up in pain. 

His speech renewed the hope in your heart, you and Aizawa shared a glace and immediately ran ahead to save Eri, trying to catch up before it was too late.

Following in Midorya's shadow, he bounced ahead of the villain lying on the ground, smashing the wall in front of the group. There a sight for only the strong-hearted was seen, Chisaki and Togata were already engaged in battle, with the electric blonde already having a considerable amount of damage. Aizawa immediately yelled out commands, ordering you to round up the fallen villains. Already quickly rounding up the three villains, you were hit in Chisaki order to Chrono. Aizawa called out to Midoriya, but his body screwed back to look at you. You grunted in pain, feeling like your body was put under molasses. Chrono had gotten straight through your side, cutting a clean medium-sized hole in your midsection. And before anyone could stop him, or help him, Aizawa blinked.

The ground erupted in spikes, sending you flying through the air. Thankfully, you landed in a hole in the ground before you could get caught by the spikes. Aizawa and Chrono were already down there, the latter of the two setting atop Aizawa. Both of you were practically paralyzed, with Aizawa immediately incapacitated by his quirk. He spent the time monologuing about Chisaki, explaining the relationship that Eri had with the others in the Yakuza. Shut the hell up you scum. You couldn’t even growl out loud. Straining as you tried to get him, you were behind the two, and he must not have even realized you were down here. You heard Aizawa grunting as he slowly moved away, you watched as Chrono took out Aizawa’s own knife, opening and getting ready to stab the man with it.

You took out a small piece of light from earlier, the electric gold energy lighting up the dark room.

“Huh?” He looked around to see you, and in one fell swoop, you slashed along his Achilles heels. “You bitch.” He groaned out, dropping the knife to clutch at his heels. At the same time, Amajiki appeared, stabbing his arm with one of his food quirks. There you saw the teenage boy surrounded by police officers, guns ready. He just glared at them in defeat.

The officers helped you up, someone pulled down the bandages on Aizawa's face, and he quickly removed the effects of the quirk. You were taken in an ambulance and Aizawa was taken up to the ground floor. 

“Wait! I can still help!” You tried to squirm out of their grasp, but Aizawa shook his head ‘no.’ Tears sprung in your eyes, did you do bad? You did your best. Still, you were forced into an ambulance.

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You were in and out of consciousness the first day, one part of the injury, but mostly out of laziness. Lack of sleep finally caught up to you, forcing you to pay your debts. Still, it wasn’t like you were out of it, you could hear voices, smell the clean hospital air, feel the thin sheets below you, and taste your dry mouth. Different types of voices visited you, your friends, you recognized dimly. But there was one who stayed as long as they could, and whenever they spoke, you turned your head to them, smiling and appreciating the smooth bass. A large and warm hand felt your forehead, then checked your cheek. But their touch lingered on your cheek, gently cupping the part of your face.

“Hmm, s’warm.” You mumbled, not really awake as you squished your face further in the hand.

“So weird.” But they never pulled away.

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The next day, you were fully awake, still in a little bit of pain. Thanks to quirks and advanced medical technology, your wound was mostly closed. It was still tender to the touch, and still able to open, but as long as you were careful, you’d be fine.

Now you were hungrily inhaling the food the nurse had dropped off, Aizawa watching you in muted disgust.

“Wha’?” Your mouth was still full, flakes of rice and meat juice surrounded your mouth.

“You eat like you’re an animal and not a fully grown woman.” He shook his head, eyeing you like you were gonna eat him next.

“I’m hungry dick!” Still, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, eating more delicately. Aizawa rolled his eyes but stopped to watch his hands.

“I have a favor to ask of you.” He didn’t look at you. 

You wanted to tease him, but there was something about his demeanor that made you hesitate. “Yeah, what do you need.” You set down your food, gently sitting up to stare at him.

“The little girl, Eri, her quirk is unstable and dangerous.” Aizawa looked up now, reaching behind him to grab a small packet of papers. He handed them to you, continuing to talk. “So is her emotional state, there’s no telling when she’ll get upset and activate her quirk.”

Multitasking, you opened the folder while listening to him Rewind. She can rewind the state of a person, down to nothing. You looked up with worried eyes.

“She’ll need someone who can stop it, and watch over her.” His words hung heavy in the air, and he was tense now, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

“Of course, what will you do with her?” He still hadn’t relaxed, hands clenching.

“I was thinking that she could live with us. We could watch over her.” Your eyes widened, mouth parting slightly.

“I-why me? I’m not exactly mother material.” You laughed nervously, looking at him confused. Why does he have to rope you into everything he does? Would you even be good enough to watch over the girl?

“She doesn’t need a mother, she needs someone to help her. And I..we live together, so it makes the most sense.” He shrugged, leaning back in his chair. Yet he was still tense, but why?

You looked down at your own hands, looking over her patient file. She was a traumatized little girl who needed help.

“What i…-what if I mess something up, what if I’m not good enough?” You voiced your concern, voice wavering already. When did you get so emotional?

“You won’t be doing it alone, I’ll be there.” Aizawa's voice was soft, comforting you. You looked up at him, staring into his soft eyes.

“But why me?”

“Because it’s always you.”

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You, as well as the other students, were released from the hospital not too long after the raid. The drive home was silent, both of you sleepy for different reasons. You were getting used to not sleeping all day, and Aizawa was exhausted from watching over Eri all night. Even if Aizawa never put on the radio, even if you hit every red light, even if the late-night roads were quiet, neither of you spoke about what he said in the hospital. Not even when you were in the hospital. 

Tiredly you both made it back home, stumbling in the dark room. 

“Aizawa wait.” You held out a hand, getting his attention while he poured his cup of coffee. You turned to him, “Where is she gonna sleep? There’s only two rooms.” 

Aizawa gave you a blank face, overpouring his cup, hot coffee spilling out from his hand and to the floor.

“Aizawa.” You repeated, his face still blank.

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“I could sleep in the living room.” Aizawa offered, both of you had your hair up/out of your way as you looked around the shared living space.

“Well that’s not fair to you, I’ll just sleep in the living room. You can keep the big room, which I still haven’t gotten over, by the way, and she gets the smaller room. You’ll be right there for her and I can just hang out.” Your hands on your hips while you stared out into the living room, staring down at the beige couch.

“I shouldn’t let you take the living room.” He shook his head, shooting down the idea immediately.

“Why not?” 

“One, because you’re a slob.” Aizawa looked over to you, “Two you have far too much stuff, and three you’re a woman.”

“Okay one, kiss my ass.” You faced him as well, crossing your arms. “And what does me being a girl have to do with anything?” You gave him a dirty look.

“Oh don’t look at me like that, I mean, if anyone needs their own space it should be you.” He waved you off, turning around to head into the kitchen.

“Well, Eri above anyone needs her own room, sooo…” You shook your head at him, giving him a look while he rustled through the cabinets. You thought for a moment, and a terrible idea came up in your head. Aizawa looked over at you, jelly pouch hanging out of your mouth.

“What terrible idea do you have.” He looked at you warily, still hanging into the snack through his teeth.

You shook your head, making a disgusted face.

“What?” He prodded.

“You’re not gonna like it, I don’t even like it, but we could share your room. We could buy another bed and separate the room into two.” You slowly lifted your hands in a questioning manner, your voice high.

Aizawa stared at you, one of his eyes raising in an annoyed look. “That’s a terrible idea.”

“Well, what other idea do you have?”

He looked around, thinking for a moment before he groaned very loudly. “You just want to have the bathroom in the room, don’t you?”

“I’m merely making the conscious decision for the both of us considering your situation.” You held your hands up in a non-accusing way, trying to fake some sort of innocence. 

“Fine.” He grunted, turning around to wash the dishes in the sink. You tried to ignore the implications of what sharing a room meant, far more intimate than sharing a home. Walking past, you willfully ignored his blushing ears.

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Aizawa’s time was spent between watching over Eri and working as a teacher. So you didn't see him often for a while, whereas you were suck with redecorating and adjusting your home. You started off slow, just buying kid shit for her, like books, stuffed animals, and cubbies. But when it came time to put together said cubbies and bookshelves you let them build up, and you very pointedly ignored moving the beds. Aizawa was too busy for you to ask, and you sure as hell couldn't, or was it wouldn't, who knows, do it all by yourself. So you called the one man who you knew would help you.

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“No lift with your legs.” 

“I am lifting with my legs! Hurry up jackass, I’m gonna drop the bed on my foot!” You groaned with the effort, damning yourself for wanting such a heavy frame.

Snipe sighed, rolling his eyes at you while he backed up. He had one hand holding the bottom of the sideways bed, the other supporting the top. Ever so gently he led you out of your old room and into Aizawa’s room.

“Okay ready? I’m gonna set it down, and you have to do it with me.” He looked back at you, his sharp eyes piercing. 

“Yup.” Your voice was strained, trying not to drop the bed. Following his lead, you turned the bed slowly and dropped it. You sighed, leaning over on your knees while you caught your breath. “Fuck.” Looking up, the bed was in the middle of the room, and you needed to shove it to the other side of the room, opposite to Aizawa’s

“I got it.” Snipe waved you away, immediately going to drag the bed in place.

“Thanks.”

You knew Snipe would answer your call, often times you hung out outside of work, and on the rare times he hosted an outing, you went with him. He stood back up, the muscle shirt he was wearing doing wonders for his body, showing off his toned arms and flashing you his exposed sides. And for a man whose quirk was a gun, he sure as hell did have a slutty waist.

“Alright break time.” You walked out of the room, Snipe following you with laughter.

“We’ve barely started.” 

“And now it’s break time.” You filled up two cups of water, handing one to him. Your hands brushed briefly, his course fingertips quickly ghosting over yours. There was a beat of silence, he made direct eye contact while he took a sip from his cup.

It’s not like you haven't thought about it, even before Snipe showed his face you knew he’d be hot under there. It was sometime after the final exams in the first term, he had been retelling the embarrassing story of his run-in with Hagakure. You had laughed at him loudly in the warm night air, tears springing to your eyes. You could feel his eyes on you, even if you couldn’t see them.

“Why do you wear your mask all the time?” You asked out loud after calming down. He stared ahead, and instead of responding he just tugged it off.

He looked at you with brilliant grey eyes, little targets in them. He had dark and thick eyebrows, long pretty eyelashes, and his full lips pulled in a smirk. Across his face was a gnarly scar, it looked like he had been slashed at an angle across, leaving behind a slightly raised thick wound.

“You’re face is a little lighter than your body.” You said stupidly, brain short-circuiting.

He just laughed and looked back out into the courtyard. 

“I know.”

You cleared your throat, willing away all of the not-very-safe-for-work thoughts that filled your head.

“I have to wonder, why are you and Aizawa sharing a room?” Snipe sat on the table, leaning back to watch you. His thick thighs were highlighted when he sat down, shorts leaving nothing to the imagination, and you swore he widened them when he caught you looking. Damn these slutty men.

“It’s nothing like that,” You waved him away. “Have you heard about the little girl that's going to be living here?” He nodded.

“Her name is Eri, and her quirk is unstable, so Aizawa has guardianship over her so she doesn’t accidentally kill someone. Which means that she’s gonna live with him, which means she’s gonna live with us.” You sighed.

“But why does that equate to you and Aizawa sharing a room?” He waved an arm, looking at you curiously.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you’re jealous, Snipe.” You smirked, but it dropped. “Eri immediately gets a room, that’s a given, but I wanted Aizawa close by, but he thought it’d be inappropriate for me to sleep out here. So now we’re bunking together.” 

Snipe hummed, closing his eyes and looking away. But out of the corner of his eyes he peeked at you. “You could always spend the night at my place if you need, Sejikiro doesn’t mind guests over, since he’s usually out.” 

Before you could respond, a presence made themselves known.

“That’s completely inappropriate.” Aizawa snapped, holding a bag of groceries. 

“Hey, Aizawa.” Snipe turned in his direction, waving hello.

“Why are you here?” He greeted back.

“He helped me move my bed, and he’s helping me put together the bookcases and Eri’s bed.” You peeked over, looking at him. Aizawa was just angrily looking at Snipe, who was staring back.

“You couldn’t have asked me?” He was pissed at you now?

“You’ve been busy.” You shrugged, stepping out to try and cool the angry man.

“I would’ve helped, you just needed to ask.” Aizawa growled out. “Now I’m here, so you,” He looked over to Snipe, who was just lazily watching the whole conversation, “Can get out now.” Aizawa sidestepped the door, motioning for him to leave.

“I’m already here now, plus if we all three work together, I’m sure it’ll go by quickly.” He tried to soothe the stern teacher.

“I’m sure you’re very busy, get out.” Neither Aizawa nor Snipe moved, silently challenging one another.

Snipe got up without a word, and on his way out he turned to you. “Call me whenever you need help, you have my number.” He waved goodbye, Aizawa slamming the door in his face.

“What the hell was that?” You asked in disbelief, watching the man you lived with as he strutted across the room. He threw the bags on the groaned, angrily opening the edge door to shove the food in there. “Hello?” You got closer, standing right behind him.

“I didn’t know you were calling other men to come by our house alone. You can’t do this when Eri comes in.” He was basically throwing in the food now, the poor grapes and carrots chucked to the back.

“Like Snipe isn’t our friend, what was going to happen? He helped me move the bed.” You were leaning over him now, anger now filling you. It’s been a while since you fought, the song and dance you both created had shifted over time.

“He’s your friend, not mine.” Aizawa stood up. “Plus, anything he did I could’ve done easily, there was no reason to call him. I live here too.” Aizawa got in your face, glowering.

“You’ve been busy. I’m not going to bother you-” 

“It wouldn’t be a bother! All I’ve been doing is making sure Eri’s healing process goes as scheduled, nothing I couldn’t have left to help you.” 

Both of you just stood there, breathing angrily in each other's spaces, chest to chest.

“Why do you care so much? Aren’t you happier that I’m taking the work off your hands?” You asked, anger ebbing away.

Aizawa said nothing in response, looking away slightly ashamed. 

“Because I don’t like other people in my house.” Bull.

“What about Nemuri or Hizashi? You have no problem with them coming over? Or Anan and Sejikiro?” You asked, genuinely confused.

His shoulders slumped, eyebrows slightly going up. “It’s different.” 

“How? In what way?” 

Aizawa’s tired eyes looked at you, and you realized what Fukukado was talking about.

“I recognize that look in your eyes when you look at him..”

“It just is, if you need my help, you can just call me. I’ll be there.”

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The first thing you noticed was how small she was, and how stringy and thin her hair was.

You were sitting in the hallway of the front door, wearing a Hello Kitty jacket and baggy sweatpants. Eri was clutching onto Aizawa’s hand painfully, but he made no move to pull away.

“Hey, little one.” You made no movement, both you and Aizawa letting her decide what to do. He was just staring at her, gauging her reactions.

She said your name, asking whether or not you were you.

“Yes I am, did Mr. Aizawa tell you I was a hero?” You asked softly, smiling at her. She nodded, one hand on her face.

“And I’m going to be living with you too?”

“Yes ma’am.” You nodded dutifully.

“Why, uhm..” Her voice got quiet, and she mumbled into her hand. Aizawa crouched down, getting on her level. He whispered something in her ear, and she nodded shyly. She turned back to you, big eyes filling with tears. “Why didn’t you see me in the hospital?” She asked, looking down while her voice wavered. In turn, your eyes filled with tears, guilt ripping you open. You swallowed away your tears and leaned forward. 

“I’ve been busy getting your room all ready for you. Remember when Mr. Aizawa asked what your favorite animals and colors were?” You asked.

She turned back, eyes widening as she nodded.

“Well, want to go see?” She nodded enthusiastically again. You slowly got up, holding a hand out for her to grab. She did gratefully, but she never let go of Aizawa’s forcing you to walk side by side as you walked to her room. 

You opened the door, and she gasped, running in and looking excitedly at everything. You and Aizawa watched in adoration as she squealed, never moving from the doorway. 

You looked over at him and saw he was already staring at you.

“What?” You asked, laughing while a bashful blush spread across your face.

“You’ll do great, I don’t understand why you were so worried.” He shook his head, a small smile on his own face, ears burning hot. 

You exhaled out of your nose, smiling as you turned back to Eri, who was watching you two. She just slowly crawled up to you two, slowly hugging both of your legs. Her grip became tight, and you and Aizawa shot each other’s worried looks. 

“What’s wrong honey?”

“Eri is something wrong?”

She looked up to you two, face red and eyes watery. “You guys are like mommy and daddies.” She sniffed, “I promise I won’t hurt you.” 

You frowned deeply, eyes filling up again with tears. Aizawa started to blink rapidly, inhaling deeply as he looked up.

“Oh Eri, you could never hurt us. I promise to protect you.” You hugged her tiny frame, soothing her shaking. Aizawa joined you, hugging her just as tight.

“We’ll always be here for you, alright?”

That was a promise neither of you would break, no matter what happened.

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they make me mentally unwell,,AND BEFORE YOU ASK YESS I'LL WRITE A PT 3 its just this was already 12k words, and i knew that it would jest get more unreasonable the more I wrote,,,soooo,,,they make me so ill I just,,,

Also I know eri doesn't come home till later, but lick my bawls,,,I'm forcing parenthood on them

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[ffauthor]

Kinda new to this whole requesting stuff so please forgive me if it’s confusing

Could you possibly write a Michael Afton x reader in which reader is Henry’s eldest daughter? Maybe Michael and reader might be kissing and Henry catches them in the act? I'll leave the rest up to you! :D

Hey! Thank you so much for requesting this! I'd love to write this! :D

It's not confusing at all!

Sorry if this isn't due to your expectations, I loved writing this.

y/f/f= your favorite flower,

In which reader is Henry's daughter/son.

Cw: Cursing, bestfriends with.. benefits?

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''No! Just, please. y/n.'' Michael has been walking around the room quickly, craving his hands over his face and covering his eyes.

''Please, just hear me out.'' You have been hearing him out, that's the whole problem. You always heard him out, and even now with your hands playing with the guitar strings and your sight glued to his. You never did anything else but hear him out, because you cared about him. You truly cared about him to the point you would be damned if anything ever happened to him.

Michael was your best friend, and you hated to know that you might lose your best friend over a stupid thing he did.

You couldn't blame Michael though, you were nothing more than friends. You weren't even together, but it hurt seeing Michael smile at a girl in your class, the girl you spend all your breaks with and do all of your school projects with. She became one of your closest friends.

It still hurt seeing Michael put effort into getting to know her. It hurt seeing him become distant from you to hang out with.. her. But what hurts the most is that you had no reason to hate her, because she was everything you wished to be. She was perfect, for Michael. She was perfect for everyone around.

So when you saw Michael, looking at you with this saddened expression and his fingers intertwined with hers you speeded out of the cafeteria. You didn't care where you were going, all you wanted was to get as far away from him as possible. You were afraid that after not talking to him for weeks would cause you to break down, to maybe be weak in the knees again, for him.

Because as much as you wanted it to not be true, you liked him. You actually caught feelings for him, and although it hurt, it felt too damn right.

And that brings you here, stuck in one of the music rooms with your 'best friend' only inches away from you. He's now fidgeting with his fingers, making you wonder if he's as nervous as you are right now, stuck in a position you wished to never get in.

Confrontation.

''I'm listening Michael... I have been listening!'' you get ahold of the sudden raise of tone as you feel your eyes burn slightly, your heart raising. ''Please, If I knew you... liked me, I wouldn't have treated you like this.'' you held your breath, afraid to bust your cover even tho it has already been blown.

''I- Michael, I don't like you. I mean.. not like that.'' you looked away, you wouldn't dare to look at him any longer. Not after those few words, not after damn well knowing you weren't only lying to him, but to yourself too.

And maybe Michael knew, or maybe he didn't, whatever it was, he would never like you back.

Michael started to chuckle as he rubbed his hand on your chin.

''Don't lie to me, sweetheart. Come on, I can see the lie written on your face.''

''You get shy when you lie, you look away. I can read you like a goddamn book y/n.''

''Don't hide from me, please.'' His voice was so desperate yet so passionate and.. truthful. He tilted your head a little bit so you were looking him in the eyes, those goddamn blue eyes that would let you drown right there at the moment.

You were desperate for his touch, maybe to even feel his lips burst onto yours but you couldn't help but push him away. ''This... This is wrong Michael.''

His hand gets lifted off your chin, and he takes a step back to keep some space between the two of you. Michael would lie if he said he didn't feel a little taken aback by you pushing him away, maybe because he didn't want anything else but to hold you and tell you a thousand times how sorry he was, in multiple different ways.

''Y/n..''

''No, Michael. We- You, can't do this. You have a.. a.. girlfriend.''

''Even though- I wouldn't want anything else but this-... It won't.. work.''

''You should probably go... if she sees u-'' Lips crashed straight onto yours, his lips. His soft light pink lips against your reddened ones.

It formed butterflies in your stomach, it caused you to widen your eyes and have your hands hang loosely, while he made its way in your hair, holding the side of your head and cheek cupped.

It is that he pulled away, otherwise this kiss would probably.. have turned into a make-out session. I mean, it's not like you would have minded tho. You already forgave him the moment his hand touched your chin. The feeling was magical, and the kiss really finished it.

''These flowers, these y/f/f's you love the most? they were for you, okay? I wanted to give them to you. I wanted to give them to the most beautiful girl right here in front of me. But I was a coward because I was too scared to give them to you because I was scared I was gonna ruin our friendship, and so I wanted to ask F/N if they could give them to you.''

''But I couldn't even ask it because she got the wrong idea... and so she kissed me. And - And I know that is not an excuse... I really know that but- I swear I pushed her away, okay? you just ran away t-''

He gets interrupted by a hard smack against his cheek, coming from your own strength. You had a tear roll down your cheek as a smile formed on your face. Michael's face was priceless to see, you have to admit.

''You really are a goddamn asshole, Michael Afton,'' you mumble, intertwining your fingers with his as you press your lips back against his. You could feel him smile against your lips as he took you by the waist and deepened the kiss a little bit, mumbling in between.

''I deserved that.''

The door of the classroom opened with a slam, making you both flinch and end the kiss in a heartbeat. The loss of his warmth makes you groan.

''You've got to be fucking kidding me.''

''Seriously? my best friend's son out of every guy you can get?'' You hear the voice of your father saying, his figure in the doorway matching it completely. He threw the well-known bouquet of flowers that Michael meant to give you on the floor just in front of you two.

''I think you forgot those'' Before you placed your head on Michael's chest, Michael's arms wrapped around your body.

''Hey- Mr. Emily.''

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[crazystargirl]

jealous? i don't get jealous! ♥

NONE OF THESE LINKS BELOW ARE UPDATED!

pt.2 || pt. 3 || pt.4

pairing ♥: spider soccoro x reader, spider soccoro x human!reader, jealous!spider soccoro x reader

word count ♥: 0.6k!

author's note ♥: LMAO HELP I JUST REALIZED I REUSED ONE OF THE IMAGES FOR HERE AND THE MASTERLIST BUT ANYWAYS writers block has been a bit of a bitch lately but i managed to finish this at dinner. help my food took so long to come and it tasted terrible :((

After conversing with Neteyam and Spider for a bit longer, you noticed Lo’ak still wasn't talking, at least he stopped fidgeting and seemed to be listening to yall's conversation.

Right as you were about to open your mouth to ask why, Neteyam beat you to it

"Hey lil bro! Why so tense still?"

You were not lying when you thought that Lo’ak turned like a deer in headlights

"Uh nothing, just thinking, saving my energy for later"

"Pshhh yeah right, all we're doing is setting up camp tonight and sleeping so what's the real reason?" Neteyam retorted

You and Spider both exchange a look of suprise, you guys had never heard Neteyam call Lo’ak out like that. 

Lo'ak was once again saved by Jake this time as he announced that you guys were about to arrive and to make sure no one had anything dangling out 

Damn every single time you were about to find out what Lo’ak was thinking about, someone saves him.

As you guys landed, everyone started to get off the ikrans. As jake went to help everyone get their stuff off, spider came over to you and helped you off.

"Dad's gonna set up camp, do you guys wanna explore a bit?" Lo'ak said, coming up beside Spider

"Yeah sure, let's just not bring Tuk" Spider says

You look up at the boys confused, "why not?"

"Well she usually just slows us down and we have to bring her because Dad says so" Kiri says coming to stand beside you

"Damn alright lets go then" you say as Spider takes your hand

Kiri sees that and sees Lo’ak narrow his eyes at the gesture, goddamn if Lo’ak liked you then why wouldn't he just confess

As you guys explored you found a few pretty flowers that you wanted to pick. Spider saw you looking at them and took you over and picked them

"Guys hurry up! We don't have all day, dad's gonna get mad at us if he sees us gone for so long!" Kiri says looking back at you two.

Spider puts the flowers behind your ear and grabs your hand. Kiri hears Lo’ak scoff behind her as you two make your way to the sully kids

"Lo’ak if you’re going to get annoyed with Spider’s flirting try making it less obvious, do you even know if the two are dating?" Kiri huffs, clearly annoyed with Lo’ak's behavior

"Well I've never asked but by their behavior with each other i doubt it, spider flirts with y/n all the time but i have never seen her once reciprocate his gestures" Lo’ak retorts with an eye roll.

"Hey i think we should head back now, it's getting late" Spider says as you and him make your way to them.

You all agree and make your way back to the camp area

Neytiri immediately starts sorting you all into to groups to sleep in

"Lo'ak, Spider, and Neteyam go over there, Kiri and y/n in there, and Tuk you can sleep with me and Jake"

You all nodded and went to your designated tents

As you laid down, you see Kiri come and sit beside you. You prop yourself up on your elbow, "What's up?"

"Nothing really, i just wanted to know if there was a specific reason you're never allowed out the lab?"

"Oh well honestly I'm not sure. It has to do partly because your mom isn't the biggest fan of us but other than that I'm not sure…"

"Oh alright, i hope Norm lets you come out more, i missed you"

"Me too, good night Kiri"

You fall asleep quickly due to not being used to so much physical activity but Kiri laid awake for a while.

She realized she had forgotten to ask you about how you felt about Spider. She loved Lo’ak and all but honestly she did not think that you two would go well together

Not only that but you seemed oblivious to both boys feelings, so how was she going to break it to you gently that you were caught in a love triangle between your best friend and her brother?

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[fairyofthestar]

(only) about love

word count: 1.4k

genre: secret relationship, friends to lovers, fluff, jealous!hyuka

requested by: anon

A/N: i didn't add the lyrics and base the storyline on them for this au but i feel like this song is perfect to listen to during roadtrips so i wrote this with that in mind :D

"how the hell are we all gonna fit in this car, yeonjun?" soobin sighed, his voice dripping in disbelief. 

planning a trip with your friends was never perfect. anything could go wrong in the way you least expected. for this trip, it was your transportation. yeonjun said that he would be in charge of renting out a car you would use to go to the camping site. it turns out, yeonjun underestimated the size of the car. despite the rental shop saying otherwise, it was clear that six people wouldn't be able to fit inside of it.

yeonjun pouted, looking down at his shoes. "don't blame me, blame the guy i talked with." soobin let out another sigh, accompanied by him rubbing his temples. "well, we can't take it back now. what do we do?" 

"let's just leave yeonjun behind," you snickered, yelping when you received a smack on the shoulder by the target of your teasing as a response. 

"you can't leave me behind, stupid. i'm the designated driver," he stuck his tongue out and you did the same towards him. kai chuckled as he watched you two, used to the type of dynamic you two had. 

"hey, don't call her stupid. she's not the one who rented the wrong car," he piped in, defending you. you looked at him and he swiftly winked at you, making you blush slightly and look away from him. you just hoped that no one saw that little exchange you had.

yeonjun rolled his eyes. "you guys will never let this go, will you?" different variations of "no" were voiced out by the entire group, making him roll his eyes again, this time with a playfulness to it.

taehyun suddenly took a step closer towards the car, inspecting the interior. with a hum, he nodded to himself as he tried imagining how everyone would fit in, like pieces in a difficult puzzle. eventually, he came to a conclusion.

"someone needs to sit on someone else's lap," he suddenly announced, making everyone look at him with a startle.

"i'm sorry, what?" beomgyu asked incredulously. 

taehyun turned towards the group and nodded, sure of himself. "it's the only way i could think of where everyone can fit inside of it."

"well, who is light enough to sit on someone else's lap for one and a half hours?" beomgyu scratched his head. you on the other hand, quickly shut your eyes tight, knowing that the person sitting on someone's lap would be you. when you opened your eyes, you could see taehyun looking at you expectantly with a small smile.

"really, hyunie?" you pouted. his small smile turned into a grin. "it's the only logical solution i could think of," he said with a light shrug.

you groaned, knowing that he was right as per usual. with a nod, you asked the group, "fine, who's willing to let me sit on his lap?"

beomgyu slowly raised his hand. "i'm dow-"

"i'll do it," kai quickly cut beomgyu off, his sudden loud and deep voice startling yeonjun. your eyes slightly widened. what the hell was he doing? you looked at him and the expression on his face made you gulp. you've never seen him look like this—jaw clenched, eyes with a piercing gaze. it was like his whole aura changed within seconds and it made you curious why. it also made you a bit weak in the knees because goddamn, he looked very attractive like that.

"damn, kamal. what got you so mad?" beomgyu asked, both curious and amused at how he reacted. this seemed to make kai's serious gaze falter a bit, like he was suddenly more aware of himself and the sudden shift made beomgyu raise an eyebrow at him.

"i'm not mad! i'm just… well m-my build is bigger, so i wouldn't have a hard time carrying her weight for a long time so i… yeah…" kai stammered. this made everyone look at him curiously, you especially. you needed to know why your boyfriend was suddenly acting like this and you were going to figure it out no matter what.

"okay… that settles things then," yeonjun said with a clap. his pout was now replaced with a grin. "everyone get in the car, we're going camping."

twenty minutes on the road and you felt restless. you could feel kai's warmth radiating from behind you and were craving to feel it. you settled on not leaning on his chest so as to not cause any suspicion, but now it seemed like a terrible idea. you were itching to press your back on his broad chest, nuzzle your face into his neck, and have his arms wrapped around you, but the others would easily see it. plus, you still didn't know why kai behaved the way he did.

a lightbulb appeared in your head and you bit your lip, taking out your phone from your pocket. you opened up the notes app and started typing.

what was up with you earlier?

you tapped the side of kai's thigh to get his attention and he hummed, eyes landing on your screen. he took in a breath as he read what you typed out, contemplating whether he would tell you the truth or not. reaching a decision, he raised both hands to grab your phone and type out a response. 

i just don't want my girl sitting on anyone else's lap

that was a response that you did not expect to see. you could feel your face heating up as you read what he said, your heart rate picking up. you couldn't take your eyes off of the screen, reading it over and over again. you could feel the butterflies going wild in your stomach.

with a gulp, you took your phone from his hands. instead of returning his arms back to his sides, he wrapped them around your waist, feeling his possessiveness creep back in. you whipped your head towards him with wide eyes and he only gave you a smirk. you were sure that he enjoyed seeing you blush from such a close proximity.

glancing down at your phone, you started typing.

so you were jealous? but that was just beomgyu

yeah but still. i'm here so why should you sit on someone else's lap why, do you think beomgyu's lap seems comfier than mine? :(

kai's last reply made you giggle softly, him smiling at the sound. 

your lap is probably the second comfiest place on earth

second only? :(

yes because your chest is the comfiest place on earth i want to lean on it right now :(

instead of typing out a reply, you felt kai tighten his grip on your waist as he pulled you closer towards him until your back hit his chest. you bit your lip at the action, face reddening even more. 

you're crazy

kai chuckled as he read your screen. you quickly looked at what everyone else in the car was doing, your heart racing both in excitement and nervousness. taehyun was knocked out beside you, beomgyu was looking outside of the window with earphones on, you could only assume that soobin was asleep or probably on his phone in the front seat, and yeonjun was singing along to the song that was playing from the aux as he drove.

'i guess it wouldn't hurt to just give in for a moment…" you thought to yourself.

as soon as you fully leaned on kai, scooting lower so your head could lay on his shoulder, you felt at ease. kai couldn't hide the grin that was threatening to spread on his face as he held you tighter.

"missed you," he mumbled in your ear and you smiled, nuzzling your nose into his neck, taking in his comforting and intoxicating scent. being in kai's arms and being enveloped by his warmth made you feel at home and you could feel yourself get sleepier by the minute. the more you melted into his touch, the more it seemed like you were the only two people in the car.

you fell asleep in his arms and kai fell asleep holding you tight and if there was anyone else who saw your current position, they didn't say anything about it for the rest of the day. all they could do was confirm their suspicion and wait for the moment that the two of you were comfortable enough to reveal your relationship to the rest of the group.

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[finn-m-corvex]

Someone You Loved

Needed a brain break from Whumptober so I wrote this in an hour instead. Haven't listened to Lewis Capaldi for a long time but this song popped up in my playlist and it gave me Jaya vibes so here we are. Kinda similar to Sounding Sea but also not, mostly because I never thought I would write a songfic in my life, but hey, plans change. Literally almost just had a panic attack as I was cleaning this up because I thought I deleted it but nope we're all good. Enjoy everybody!

Words: 2k

TWs: depression, mentions of anxiety, basically all the same stuff as Sounding Sea.

I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to save me This all or nothing really got a way of driving me crazy

Oh, he was crazy alright. But maybe it was just the hunger talking.

He had never really been one for doing things halfway. Something either got all of his effort or none of his concern and there was very little in-between. Now, he was wishing that he had more gears than forward and reverse; was that why humans created cars with multiple modes? To make up for the fact that they couldn't ever take the stick and pull it back to spare their feelings? Was it all just some sick scheme of taking back control?

No, that was stupid. He let his head thunk against the stone wall behind him, ignoring the bruises littering his skin and the blood welling from the cuts and scratches inflicted across his body. Jay had plenty of stupid ideas already, what was one more?

I need somebody to heal Somebody to know Somebody to have Somebody to hold

And of course, like a goddamn fool he had fumbled it. Fucked it up most likely beyond repair, just because he didn't come with a gearshift to dial his love back. She had known better than any of the others, always picked up on his mood shifts and his anxiety and his everything before he even knew what was going on; sometimes she was even faster than Cole. Before then Jay had never met someone with that ability, because most people would turn a blind eye to him at best and try to hurt him at worst. Kinda like what was happening right now, actually.

She wasn't like most people.

First Master, how stupid was he?

It's easy to say But it's never the same I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain

He did. Fuck, he missed her so much. He missed the way she made him feel like he was on top of the world, like he could do anything and be anyone. Anxiety couldn't touch him, his insecurities powerless against the encouraging words she would feed him whenever he started to doubt himself. What was he now?

Stuck in a shitty pirate ship with no friends and no way of calling for help after possibly fucking all of them over for what might be the last time.

Well, at least he wouldn't be able to damn them anymore, right?

The ball and chain was heavy on his ankle, and he had to drag it up by hand so he could tuck his knees against his chest, looking up at the bright sky through the grate. His hands were blistered from how much he had been mopping the deck, but it was still much more preferable to Scrap n' Tap.

He tried to imagine how it would sound for her to say 'I love you.'

Now the day bleeds Into nightfall And you're not here To get me through it all I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Jay was still trying to imagine it when night finally fell, a dark blanket smothering out his one light source and casting the rest of his cell into darkness. He couldn't say that he ever had a problem with the dark before now, but the shadows were stretching just a little too much, the corners just a little too obscured and his vision was too fuzzy as it was adjusting to the new level of light. He supposed one of his eyes being basically out of commission wasn't helping.

Tears tried to leave his eyes but he blinked them back, determined not to cry. Nya wasn't here, and Cole wasn't here, and crying wasn't going to change that. He could do this, he could get through it.

Being left to his own devices left too much time for him to start going down memory lane, and he was thrust into the memory of the day when his world shattered apart, the shards gouging holes in his heart to leave gaping wounds that he didn't know how they would heal at the time. His head had been hurting like he had smashed it into the wooden floor of the Bounty, winded as if he just recovered from a bad fall.

He wanted it back. Why couldn't he just have it back?

I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to turn to This all or nothing way of loving got me sleeping without you

He loved her too much to try and push her away again, and yet here he was, keeping her at arms-length when all she wanted to do was get closer and try to help.

Younger him would've rejoiced, reveled in the knowledge that Nya wanted him out of all people, but Jay knew better now. Knew how easy it was to get swept up in the current, to lose yourself in the tide that never quite receded.

To drown in it, because eventually you would forget that you had to keep swimming.

Sleeping was something that didn't come easily to him anyway, but now it was impossible to find. Apparently he had pissed off Mr. Sandman too, as he would spend night after night springing awake from some bad dream or another, only to find some sort of project in this damn lighthouse to keep him occupied. He needed distractions; distractions from how he had left Kai behind, how he didn't protect Zane, how he had damned Cole and Lloyd and Wu and Misako and everyone else in fucking Ninjago-

But mostly? He couldn't stop thinking about he had damned her too.

Now, I need somebody to know Somebody to heal Somebody to have Just to know how it feels It's easy to say but it's never the same I guess I kinda liked the way you helped me escape

She was right there. Nya was right there and he failed her, again.

Jay shivered in his chair, looking around his parents' trailer to try and find any trace of her. The only thing he could find was a framed photo that he had given his parents forever ago, from before their messy breakup and the fights and the Djinn. From when they were still happy. Sure, they were both smiling, Jay's arm wrapped around her shoulders and her arm around his waist, but...

Were they ever really happy? Or was Jay just too scared to admit that something wasn't right?

He clutched the photograph in his hands, watching as the wooden frame started to crack under the pressure. Maybe it was just because he grew up poor, but the cost of his escape had been too steep; it should've never been her.

It never should have been her.

But it was, and there was nothing he could about it now. The best he could do was hope and pray that his plan to rescue her wouldn't fall through, because he was running out of prayers.

It worked, and the price for that had been steep too. Would the heavy costs and the sacrifices ever end?

Years passed, and against his better judgement Jay thought that maybe it would.

Now the day bleeds Into nightfall

Was it night? He couldn't tell anymore. Slipping in and out of sleep was confusing, to say the least, and he had no idea how long he had spent laying down on this uncomfortable couch before someone would be lulling him back to sleep. Mr. Sandman must be taking pity on him.

And you're not here To get me through it all

But Nya was here; he could hear her voice, whispering to him in soft tones with gentle words, kissing his cheek and then his lips and playing with his hair and trying everything she knew to try and get him back to sleep.

Was he going crazy? Again?

First Master, it really was just like the ship all over again. He didn't remember the voices being able to touch him, though. That part was new. Oh well.

Gotta enjoy a nice dream while it lasts, right?

Why did someone start sobbing when he said that out loud?

I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Jay loved that she loved him, cared for him, trusted him, and he trusted her with his life and his soul. Knowing that she was there at his side always helped him get through the days; he was sure that he wouldn't still be here if something had ever happened to her. They were two halves of the same piece; maybe they didn't quite fit together all the way, but there was nothing they wouldn't do to make it work, that Jay wouldn't do to make it work.

So really, she had to stop doing stupid self-sacrificing shit. But he guessed that he wasn't really one to talk.

But becoming the sea?

And I tend to close my eyes when it hurts sometimes I fall into your arms I'll be safe in your sound 'til I come back around

She was never coming back around. Jay stood outside of the lighthouse, looking out across the ocean and watching as the tides flowed in and out, taking in the rocks just off-shore and the small rip-currents jaggedly cutting through the calm surface of the water.

Jay turned around, feeling the breeze start to blow his jacket into his back. Shutting his eyes, he let his element buzz around him, crackling and fizzing and popping The darkness was something familiar; he knew what to expect when he shut his eyes for too long, and he needed the familiarity no matter how traumatic the origins were. Without hesitating he let himself fall backwards into the surf, the cold water making him freeze up instantly as it washed over his face and into his nose.

He suppressed the natural urge to fight and get his face out of the water.

What was the point when she wouldn't be there to tell him how stupid he was being? To say that he should've worn a thicker jacket, to dry his clothes, to snuggle with him in the bed until he could finally feel his fingers and play with her hair?

For now the day bleeds Into nightfall And you're not here To get me through it all I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Jay wrote the same words over and over at least once a night. He didn't know why he was fixating so hard on them but he couldn't stop, and even now as his hands were trembling and his hair was dripping seawater onto the pages he was writing the same seven lines again. There was no one there to kiss his cheek and offer him tea and to laugh at how his hair looked like he had been dunked in a mop bucket.

He should've just stayed in the goddamn ocean.

But now the day bleeds Into nightfall And you're not here To get me through it all I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

For some reason, Jay cut out the first two lines eventually. After a while, it just got a little redundant to keep saying that the day would go away and be replaced by the night; at least, that was his best guess for why one day he started writing three lines instead of seven. He read them over and over, again and again, feeling the bitterness and the anger and the sadness consume him from the inside out, and Jay knew that Nya would not recognize the man standing on the beach if she ever decided to walk back onto land one day.

But she never would, and Jay would never get used to the loss that spread through his chest like a disease, a cancer that there was no way to treat.

I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

#finn's writing #ninjago #ninjago jay #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago songfic #jaya #ninjago jaya #shockwave #shockwaveshipping #anyways. should probably get back to work on whumptober tomorrow #but just wanted to write a little something something for you guys!

[freuleinanna]

tracked down

Characters: Travis Hackett, reader Chosen ending: The were!Hacketts are dead, the counselors gang might as well have lived Short summary: You were the extra counselor that summer, so you participated in the fun campy werewolf activities, and not without consequences. Silly something that jumped to my mind bc who wouldn't want Travis to track them down Words count: 1081

Tags: @sadclowncat (I'm SO sorry for mistag earlier!!), @sera-wonderland, @b33barlowsstuff, @imperfectjam (also, tagging those who wanted something w/ our man Travis or Travis x reader, all future stuff will be at (# anna writes the quarry))

(the gif is just to show the character, it's not this exact scene, but the message seems right tho)

You took one look at the badge – and bolted. Within a split of a second some regret managed to sink through. You should’ve made a goddamn poker face, but now it was too late for that. Now you just had to run.

The cop reacted like any good cop should, by starting the chase. Unlike any good cop, he didn’t shout any warnings, he just straight-up sprinted behind you. Like a Terminator. Unsurprisingly, being the 1st film Sarah Connor sucked ass. Only she lived to see a second film, and then some. You might not have this luxury.

The cop tackled you near the window while you were trying to jerk it open.

‘Going somewhere, haunts&curses2573?’

Your whole body froze for a moment. He knew. His voice wasn’t smug, though, just edgy. Tired, even. The cop held you face down on the floor but seemed to try not to hurt you. You held your head up as best you could.

‘Who the fuck are you?’ ‘Are you gonna run if I let you go?’ ‘What the fuck do you want?’ ‘Are you?!’ ‘I know my rights, okay?!’ now you were really panicking. ‘I know my fucking rights!’ ‘DO YOU WANNA TALK LIKE ADULTS OR DO I CUFF YOU TO A RADIATOR?!’ ‘GET THE FUCK OFF ME!’

You heard a grunt, then some cursing under the breath.

‘Cuffs it is, then.’

You felt the metal on your skin, and next thing you knew, you were facing the room, with the cuff link gleefully clanking against the radiator pipe and the cop carefully moved to a safe, unkickable distance. That’s the first time you saw him properly. Not exactly young, with a shade of stubble on the cheeks and chin. Slightly tilting his head to the side. He squatted, keeping his eyes on your level. Something about his whole figure was just… unnerving.

‘Please,’ your throat was suddenly parched and the voice came out harsh, ‘please … I don’t know what you want from me, okay?’

A slight annoyed eye-roll followed.

‘Yeah, that’s why you ran. Uh-huh.’ ‘I… I…’ ‘Quit the damn tune, Y/L/N’ he cut you off, slightly pinching the bridge of his nose. ‘I’ve had an awful coupl’a months chasing you down, but unlike you, I can do my job right.’

You yanked the cuff slightly, not actually hoping for anything. And nothing happened. What a surprise. You yanked some more just out of spite.

‘Happy now?’ cold, calm voice didn’t match the appearance one bit, but perfectly matched the prying eyes. ‘Wanna do some more running?’

You shook your head, drawing your legs closer to yourself.

‘Good, ‘cause you’re gonna SIT YOUR ASS DOWN AND LISTEN!’ you jerked and the sudden rise of the voice. The cop… really, he looked irritated. And irritated cops are never a good story. Terminator 2 covered that as well. ‘Am I clear?’

You nodded. He sighed sympathetically.

‘Look, kid. My name is Travis Hackett,’ a meaningful pause. ‘Like the Hackett’s Quarry.’

And then it came together. Of course. Of-fucking-course. He was studying you, as if making sure you won’t suddenly decide to chew your arm off and run. You had half a heart to do just that.

‘…shit,’ that was all you could say. Not very eloquent, but very true. ‘Exactly,’ the cop nodded generously. ‘You’ve fucked up big time.’ ‘I didn’t do any-’ ‘Ah,’ he stopped you with a motion of his hand. ‘I suggest you shut up and really don’t piss me off now, because I really don’t wanna take out my gun. Especially, since it’s loaded with silver.’

Bastard knew it right away, from your eyes. Read your face like a note on the fridge. The uneasy tug pulled in your stomach. You were fucked. Absolutely fucked in a totally non-unfuckable goddamn way, but the stupid kid inside you still tried to wiggle their way out.

‘W-what does silver hav--’ ‘Did I not just say to NOT PISS ME OFF?!’

That’s what, a third strike? Thoughts ran around your brain in a sort of dancing fever. There was no way out for you. The only way was through, and it could just be that on the other side of the tunnel you’d be met by a silver bullet. Not on the full moon, but still… The Hackett cop seemed to have calmed down a notch. His brother, you remembered. His brother and the kids. They died that night. It’s a wonder the silver bullet didn’t come first. You suddenly felt really cold.

‘What do you want?’ you asked flatly. Trevor Hackett, or whatever his name was, was kind of staring you down. Full-on drama. ‘You figured it out, didn’t you, Y/N? When the moon came and you turned, you figured it out,’ he gave you a moment to chime in, and when you didn’t, finished darkly with a disapproving shake of the head. ‘The White Wolf is still alive. So you went and sent all those trinkets you found out there to that goddamn podcast, didn’t you? What were you hoping for? A crowd of werewolf-hunters who’d put him down for you?’

He was surprisingly accurate, that Trampy-whatever. Travis, it struck you, the name was Travis. Probably should remember that for later, if that later ever comes. It didn’t really seem like it, though.

‘That… was the plan, yeah,’ you mumbled awkwardly. ‘Well, congrats, mastermind. You created a fucking pilgrim path for every dumbass who ever wanted to snoop around and smell werewolf shit.’

His voice was dripping with sarcasm. A bit more, and the floor beneath would be a goner, burnt right down to the basement. That would’ve been fucking hilarious, only it wasn’t anywhere near funny.

‘Do you want to see the body count? Maybe the local town reports on rabid dogs? Hmm?’ ‘Alright, I get it, I fucked up,’ you snarked, not being able to take the blame-pushing anymore. ‘So what, you dragged your ass out here to shoot me? Cover for your fucked-up family once again? What the fuck do you want?’

The cop’s face changed. You didn’t understand how, exactly. It took you a few moments to catch up, but you got it just as he finished saying that next words. Then it beamed on you. He didn’t look angry anymore. He seemed regretful. As if he was sorry for something he was about to do.

‘Full moon’s in 10 days. I’m sorry, kid. I’m really sorry, but I’m gonna need your help to end this.’

#i promise i'm gonna do sth for other characters as well i got a few ideas!! #it's just the creepy cop got me #the quarry #the quarry spoilers #the quarry game #travis hackett #travis hackett x reader #travis x reader #travis hackett fics #anna writes the quarry #something i wrote

[starstaiined]

@krikeymate left these incredible tags that i wanted to address

#Scream#THIS IS SO RUDE#i love it#do you think Tara ever considered drowning her sorrows too#ever picked up a bottle. the pills left behind.#maybe she did one day. another night alone and she just drinks and drinks and drinks#maybe she accidentally texts Amber. maybe she was coming over anyway. maybe she had just decided to come over so Tara wouldnt be alone#and Amber finds her lying on the floor drunk out of her mind. empty bottles surrounding her.#she's furious. she yells. she drags her to the bathroom and shoves her fingers down Tara's throat#how dare she. Tara isn't like them. she's better. she won't accept this from her.#you aren't Sam she says. I am oh I am she thinks. unable to look at her reflection and not see the echo of her sister. her mother.#but she doesn't tell Amber that. it would only make her mad.#Amber hates when Tara compares herself to Sam. hates when she talks about her. thinks about her. maybe Tara should hate it too.

THAT'S WHAT I ORIGINALLY THOUGHT, but then i was thinking back to the opening of five. in the texts, amber is encouraging the intake of liquor. which always struck me as odd, given that later on we learn she saw first hand what it did to christina, and sam. so i toyed around with a few ideas until i settled on one i thought fit best

at first, amber is so damn glad that tara doesn't drink or touch drugs. she's seen the effects they've had on christina, on sam, and she knows tara is better than that. better than them. tara can do so much more. tara can be so much more. and it looks like tara knows that too! tara is such a good girl, recognizing the fact she's better than the rest of her family and holding to it. and then amber learns the real reason tara doesn't drink. i promised. before she left, i promised i wouldn't. and she might break promises, but i don't. irritation lights down amber's spine. so it hadn't been about tara at all ... it had been about sam. honestly, at this point, what in tara's life wasn't about samantha fucking carpenter?

after that, she tries to convince tara to just try it. a sip here, a shot there, in moderation it isn't dangerous! and tara has the control! (or, well, amber does. she can watch and make sure things don't get out of hand.)

it's the first time amber ever heard the word no.

tara, who's been like a dog at her heel since sam left, says no to her. tara, who she's looked after and listened to and pieced back together, says no to her. for the ghost of her goddamn sister, who's not even here.

its a reminder that when push comes to shove, sam will always come first.

its a reminder amber doesn't take very kindly.

it ignites one of the first arguments between them, because as good as amber is at masking her annoyance at everything sam related, tara is painfully attuned to every miniscule shift in expression and tone. she has to be. she reads into it, assumes amber is angry at her. things get really messy, really fast.

at the end of the day, tara caves. sam is gone, she never has to know. besides sam lied first, sam left, amber's right, what obligation did tara have to uphold her end of the deal? especially if, in her head, it meant making amber angry/giving her a reason to leave? she's already lost sam, she can't lose amber too

amber feels the dizzying rush of power, of finally being one step ahead of stupid fucking sam. tara choose her, choose to make her happy over some long held promise. and tipsy tara is adorable. all wide wet eyes and messy hair, looking up at her with this absolutely vulnerability and trust.

amber regulates the drinking closely. tara is not allowed to drink without her, or too often. after all, amber can't have her falling down that familiar familial path.

#alcoholism tw #scream #amber freeman #tara carpenter #its the posession and obsession for me #amber hates ANY reminders of sam #or the fact that tara loves sam #'you are better han them tara. you can regulate and pace yourself.' #'things only ever have as much power as you give them' #words that richochet aroun tara's head post everything #words that fuel that spiral in six #she holds fast to the idea she's regulating. she's not giving these things any power over her #the same way she isnt giving the memors power over her #( while in reality shes very much doing both and just in severe denial) #krikeymate

[so-art-decooo]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM22fbh5u/

this is so sashnetra coded, i would love if you made a fic abt this

Thanks for the prompt! Sorry it took me a minute to get to it haha. Love me a good roommates au. I took this in a slightly different direction as a break from the usual horniness so i hope you like it loll :)

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It was just past 9 pm, still fairly early in the night when Anetra heard the front door to the apartment unlock—Sasha’s date must have been another bust. An unintentional smirk crept at the corners of Anetra's lips.

"Hi Sash," he called from the living room couch.

"Hey," Sasha sighed, dropping her purse and keys on the counter.

"I take it it didn't go very well?"

"You have no idea,"

"Oh god, do I wanna know?" Anetra couldn't help but laugh a little at Sasha's recurring bad luck with guys. It was also somewhat of a relief every time she'd come home with a Tinder horror story—he couldn't help but feel a little possessive over her.

"He was the biggest douche ever. I tried to stick it out for as long as I could without seeming too impolite, but goddamn he was making it hard."

Anetra listened to his roommate intently, gazing fondly from across the dimly lit room as Sasha continued the story. It wasn't fair that all these idiot men kept treating her like shit. He knew he would never do something like that to her. If only he had the chance.

"Then he tried to order for me! When I talked to the server he interrupted me and insisted on getting me something else that I didn't want. He also had the nerve to ask to split the check! I immediately dipped out of there."

"Damn that's fucked up. I'm sorry he did that to you," Anetra sympathized once Sasha had finished her rant.

She chuckled as she kicked off her heels. "Don't be sorry babe, it's just my luck."

"Well," Anetra started, "Hypothetically...what are you looking for in a guy? Like in an ideal scenario."

Sasha sat with the question for a beat before answering. "Hm, someone compassionate, sweet, and caring. Intelligent, witty. Wouldn't hurt if he was tall dark and handsome too."

...Someone like you, Sasha thought. She fiddled with her fingers, avoiding looking Anetra directly in the eye.

Anetra sat with her answer, pausing a moment too long before replying.

"I hope you find someone like that soon. You really deserve it," a pang of disappointment and jealousy hit Anetra's chest as the words left his lips.

Sasha opened her mouth like she was about to say something, but the words died in her throat. "Thanks Neech, means a lot," she replied.

The energy in the room changed, the silence thick with words left unsaid.

"Well, I guess I'll see you in the morning," Sasha gathered her stuff and headed into her room for the night.

"Goodnight," said Anetra after her, an unsatisfied feeling left in his chest as the door closed behind her.

#sashnetra #prompt request #mutual pining my beloved #sasha colby #anetra #my fics

[wanderingaroundwithmysoul]

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry for how things went down. I. . . I wish I listened to that fucking computer.”

— @thechxckmxte

If Kaplan had told Rain that immediately following the incident, she probably would've replied with two words, as sharp as the snap of a mousetrap: "Save it."

Rain didn't blame him for what happened that night, though. She never did. Not really. If she did, she wouldn't have told him to get up on the pipes before her, leaving her alone in the horde of undead flooding into the tunnels. She wouldn't have blasted a hole in the zombie that bit straight into the meat of his calf. She wouldn't have tried to help him when he fell, though her deteriorating vision made that nearly impossible, anyway. Instead, Rain would've tried to punch his clock the moment they first found refuge from the outbreak.

Kaplan was a friend. He always would be. Had Rain ever explicitly told him that before? Probably not. That bordered on mushy, in her opinion. She didn't like that.

"Don't you go apologizin' to me." She took a deep breath, flexing her fingers from where they were resting on her biceps. "...You know unnecessary 'sorry's bug the hell outta me, man."

"You were tryin' to complete the mission. I know damn well that if I were in your position, that's what I would've done." The exact details of what happened in the Red Queen's chamber were still largely unknown to Rain. She wasn't sure if wanted them. "You never could've guessed what was behind those doors. And hell, who'd trust a goddamn word from a machine that just went ahead and killed about five hundred people in one fell swoop?"

"I'm pretty sure that bitch was set on killin' all of us the moment we set foot down there." Her voice grew harder. "Y'know that ugly motherfucker that attacked the train? She didn't mention that thing because she wanted it to surprise us. Right before you showed up again, it was trying to get into the lab and she wanted Matt and Alice to kill me in exchange for the door code. If it weren't for you showing up... You wouldn't be talking to me right now because I wouldn't have a head on my damn shoulders."

#[hello hello] #[you don't have to match length :v] #muse: rain melendez ocampo #thechxckmxte #character: chad kaplan

[happypopcornprincess]

The Heartbreak Prince - Chapter Three

Warnings: Major Spoilers for Top Gun (1986) and Top Gun: Maverick (2022)

Word count - 2.1K

A/N - Amelia saving Bradley's love life, Physics, Bradley being the lovable chaotic millennial we all adore, a lot of MCR and Star Wars references (I'm sorry but prequels were damn good don't fight me), and an easter egg to another one of my story set in the same universe.

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Next Day, Monday

“Ask her out.”

Bradley side-eyed Amelia sitting in the passenger seat, driving towards her High School. She’s been hanging on his neck ever since she annoyed him into telling her about Nisha. 

“Is she engaged? Married? In a relationship?” she asks, scrolling through her phone. “No. I don’t think so,” he says, trying not to think about the clear absence of a ring from her hand as he tried to focus on the road ahead. Truth be told, he too wanted to know what happened, and he was dying to meet her again.

They had so much to talk about, and years to catch up.

“Her Instagram says she isn't”

She shoved her phone in his face. It was opened on her profile:

NishiiiBagchi Professor at UC San Diego Getting better with age, In physics, that means you get cooler and smarter

He smiled looking at her profile picture, it was Ronnie. He must have been gone by now. That cat spent 4 years of its life hating Bradley to the core. Yet he curled up beside him when he slept over at Nisha’s house for the last time. Almost like it knew Bradey wouldn't return.

“How can you say she’s single?” “She has a cat on her profile pic, she’s single.” Amelia deadpanned.

He huffed out a breath and looked back at the road.

“Here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to make an Instagram account. And send requests to everyone you know on the base-” “-Why would I ever-” "-You must do that or else she will learn that you made your account for her when it shows zero followers and no following. When you have at least 5 followers from when your friends follow you, then send her a request and ask her out.” “I will do no such thing.” “Well, then you’re kicking your fate in the ass after it literally led you to the love of your life.” “she’s not-” "You're not getting any younger, Bradshaw. Take the chance, don't be Pete. Plus, I really don't want to be your maid of honor when I'm in a wheelchair." "You sound like a grandma." "I will be one when you finally realize Nisha is it for you!" "Amelie!" “You don’t stammer when you talk to her? Does time stop when she smiles? smiles? And you never thought about what would happen if you were together. Never?”

He was rendered speechless by how goddamn accurate Amelia was. He stares at her, trying to seem calm, “You, miss, have watched way too many rom-coms and you’re trying to make my life one.” Bradley stops the jeep in front of the High School entrance.

Amelia glares back, “Brad-Brad, what I’m about to say is maybe the last time I’ll be saying these words to you so you better listen carefully.”

She grabs her bag and turns to him, “You’re an insanely attractive man. Men and women, young and old, long to be with you. And despite being an elite Aviator and somehow making a porn stache look cool, you are a softie who would sacrifice to lengths for someone you love. I bet if I were Nisha, I would have been pining for you despite your lack of abs in High School. Now stop being the frustratingly clueless bastard in every romance movie and fucking talk to that woman.”

She opens the door, jumps out, dabs, and disappears into the crowd of teenagers.

Bradley keeps staring at the opened door of his Bronco trying to process what the hell just happened. He closes the door in a trance, thinking about the MCR song that got famous recently.

Teenagers do scare the shit out of me.

He looks at the clock on his dashboard, realizing he was running late for the base. And still, here he was 10 minutes later, sitting in the parking lot of his base and making a profile.

There's a chance Amelia Benjamin shook him to his senses, and he'll learn if that's the case real soon.

—/—/—

"- so how about we pull the jet in reverse and call it a day.” Sinopa, the only person in the class with the balls to oppose Nisha was back at it again.

Nisha appreciated the questions from her students more than anything. It means they were studying the subject in depth and were attentive. She never shamed someone for asking questions, unlike her own teachers. No matter how basic or lame they are, she would answer them. Sinopa was one of the students who took her field seriously and never failed to impress her.

“It is possible, but the g-forces applied to the body of the pilot will be dangerously high. We’re talking about 1200 km/s. Almost the speed of a bullet train.” she addresses everyone, nodding to the young woman for her observation. 

Case studies in physics were her favorite. They had a story, something you can easily apply in real life, and questions that toy with your brain. As frustrating as some could get, Nisha loved a challenge.

The bell rang, and the two-hour lecture was finally over.

"Your thesis submission deadline might be a month away, but I expect submissions by the next week. And please, as much as I love Star Wars, no Pop Culture references." There was an uproar of laughter, and her students started to shuffle through the seats, heading out to their next class.

“Dr. Bagchi, please tell me you finally caught up with the MCU. I have so much to discuss.” Sinopa walked towards the table. “I want to talk about everything wrong that happened there. The quantum realm-” “-Quantum Realm?” “Gosh, I’m sorry I don’t want to spoil anything but the theory they presented was insane, you have to watch it.”

"Of course, I will!" she grins at her and looks at her Star Wars t-shirt before walking out of the classroom.

Although she never mentioned it, she felt quite happy when young minds like Sinopa looked up to her, and talked to her about their interests and ideas. This made her realize all the sleepless nights and studying for ungodly hours paid off.

Her office was larger than her LA one, and there was still a lot of space to be filled in the future. She settles down on her chair and mournfully looks at the mountain of papers from the first-year students waiting on her desk. She can only delay it, but not get out of it.

As she was about to pick up the first one, her phone buzzed. Her attention was drawn to the newest notification that had just appeared.

BradshawBradley84 has requested to follow you

She raised her eyebrows at the screen as she read his bio.

BradshawBradley84 Flying is the best way to gain freedom Aviator | Proud Gryffindor

Then she noticed he had sent her a message too. She opened it, and could not stop laughing as she read his text

BradshawBradley84 Deeply saddened by the fact that you let go of your Ravenclaw heritage so easily when I clearly remember you saying, “I can and will be the finest fucking Ravenclaw this world has ever seen”

She replied

NishiiiBagchi Not a way it is to address a Jedi, Bradshaw

BradshawBradley84 And here I was thinking you were a stormtrooper

NishiiiBagchi I was undercover, dammit.

BradshawBradley84 I can bet on the fact you were swooning over Anakin Skywalker when the prequels came out.

NishiiiBagchi Shut. Up.

BradshawBradley84 Oh wait, I was right.

He sends Nisha a pic from her own profile, which was her sitting in her dorm room bed. The wall behind her was filled with posters, including one of Hayden Christensen and Natalie Portman from Attack Of The Clones.

BradshawBradley84 Are you free tonight?

Nisha thought about it, a part of her desperate to hang out with him, and the other urging her to act reasonably. She was only recently hired at the university and had only been teaching for weeks. Although she thinks everyone is cool with her, taking a break will be frowned upon by someone.

NishiiiBagchi I got some papers to grade ☹

BradshawBradley84 Well, shit.

Oh, fuck it

NishiiiBagchi I’m heading to the beach on Wednesday. You in?

BradshawBradley84 Yeah, sure! I’ll bring snacks 😊

NishiiiBagchi Cool!

Her heart was filled with warmth. It had been a while since she felt it.

She’s got a date. With Bradley Bradshaw And she was totally cool with it.

Right?

---/---/---

“You’re a Gryffindor? I’m Hufflepuff!” Bob gleefully admitted to Bradley, unaware of the fact he was having a stroke reading the text from her, thinking about what to send next.

“Huh?” he asked Bob.

“I’m a Hufflepuff man!” he says, smiling at him

“Um, no offense Bob but I guess everyone guessed that.” Mickey's voice followed.

He laughed as Fanboy and Payback, Mickey and Reuben, joined him, the latter saying, “Really want to meet the person who convinced you to join social media dude, even Hangan couldn’t do it”

“That’s because he wasn’t being nice about it.” He scoffs.

"I have a really cool idea about your first post. Look!" Mickey didn't give him any time as he snatched his phone and took a candid selfie with all four of them. He then proceeded to post it on Bradley's profile with the caption.

A fun day with my fellow aviators. Missing you @ Tasha24 <3

He tagged Natasha, who had to return to her home for a family emergency. She was getting stationed in Arizona, and she swore she would only leave after meeting everyone. Hangman seemed to be chill about it, but that didn't stop the boys from teasing him once in a while.

“Anyways,” Reuben interrupted, “Hard Deck is opening this Sunday and we’re heading there to welcome Penny back. And you have to be there no matter what." “Sure.” He smiled as Reuben and Bob talked about the flight plans for the week.

"Where are you stationed next?” Mickey asked “I have zero idea. Cyclone seemed impressed by the flight plans we've been following so I really hope I get a break before another mission."

"I have a mission with Hangman and Payback. We have a few months before we start, middle of the Pacific." he grinned, but Bradley could clearly sense it was forced.

"What happened? is he bothering you?" he fisked Mickey away to a corner, already forming a speech in his head about what he should say to Hangman.

"No, it's just," he looked around and then said, "I need your advice on something."

"Okay," Bradley says, eager to help his friend.

"So, you know I'm dating this girl. It's only been a few months but I really think she is it for me."

"Yeah, you mentioned her once. Y/N, right?" he remembered a pool game with Payback, Bob, and Mickey after the uranium mission, where they talked about their partners and Mickey told them about Y/N, who was an art student and boy was he floored for her.

"Yeah, Y/N Sersin."

Oh.

Oh!

A memory flashed before his eyes, watching a picture on Jake's locker from his High School days. He was holding a little girl on his shoulders while dressed in full football gear. Forget me not big bro, good luck! - Y/N Scribbled under it in neat handwriting.

"Holy shit," Bradley said the only acceptable words that came into his brain at the moment. "Yeah." Mickey grimaced. "Jake will annihilate you. I'm not even kidding." "Don't you think I know that!" he whispered to Bradley. "Why would you voluntarily do something like this?" "I had no idea she was his sister!" He resisted the urge to shake Mickey out of it, "Well, now you do!" "I'm not breaking up with her." "Don't even think about it. Get Y/N and tell him together before he finds out, simple and clear. And please do it in public so someone stops him from committing manslaughter." Mickey looks hopeful. "That's it," he says. "Yeah," Bradley replies

He huffs out a frustrated breath, "There is no way I'm finding a loophole in this, am I?" "Nope." Bradley deadpanned.

Wanna know what happened when Hangman found out that Mickey and his sister are together? Read it here!

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okay listen i have some Thots about Hangman x Ronnie that i need to get out of my system before they eat me alive. Under the cut cause they are NSFW

smut minors DNI 18+ only pls

So this man...This man is in control 100% of the time in his day-to-day life. He flies a giant death trap for a living, he's in the damn Navy, and it is my own personal headcanon that he is always thinking three steps ahead. He's had his life planned out since he was 7. Like the dude has an iron fist around his life and he does not let up on it very easily.

And that DOES NOT really change when he's in the bedroom

Definitely slight dom aspects, but nothing too crazy. He knows what he likes and he is also well versed in how to get a woman off. His sexual partners always come and come hard.

It's just another way to keep people away from him tbh

If he's fully in control they can't see all those vulnerable pieces of him and he likes it that way

But if he gets into a committed, loving, trusting relationship? Like he has with Ronnie?

A completely different side of him comes out

One that is so freaking tired of being in control, that just wants to let go, that just wants to have no thoughts and be absolutely wrecked

So to Ronnie, I wouldn't use the word submissive, he just lets her take any and all control (I mean, he's still chatty as hell and cocky and will often take over when he wants something done)

More often than not, she is on top - milking him for all he's worth.

Does this man have sensitive nips? yeah. he does. no i will not explain further.

Some days he'll just come home from base and say "I need you."

She knows what he needs. She fucks him till he's pussy dumb, till he can't speak, she'll bring him to orgasm as many times as he can take. Till he's practically trying to run away from her pussy.

"Darlin', I can't - s'too much."

"You're not there yet baby. You're still speaking full sentences."

He could easily pull her off of him if he really wanted. And when he doesn't she knows it's okay.

He'll come with something between a whine and scream slipping past his lips and he's a babbling mess, tears streaming down his face and hands fisting the sheets. Then he goes completely boneless - his head just entirely empty.

Ronnie slips off of him with a smile (she's gotten multiple orgasms out of this too, trust me), and he can barely even react to the oversensitivity now. She cleans them both up and then orders dinner from their favorite takeout place. And it feels freaking great.

She used her vibrator on him once and he blacked out for a few seconds he came so hard.

He's into the idea of pegging

But they haven't tried it yet, mostly because Ronnie is hesitant about the whole thing.

There are some days where Ronnie wants him to be in control though!! And he is more than willing, happy, and proud to do it!

That man is good with his mouth and puts it to use i'm telling you what

He just *clenches fist* fucking loves it when she chants his name like a goddamn prayer

um anyway....hope you all enjoy that now i can go back to living my life

this is the closest thing to smut you will get out of my asexual ass so appreciate it while it lasts

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Bitter Pill to Swallow

Chapter 23 (Masterlist)

Screencap courtesy of the always lovely and dear @tvserie-s-world

"Are you out of your goddamn mind?"

Dick spun around and came face to face with a furious Valerie, eyes blazing and hands placed firmly on her hips.

"Val what..."

"Could'a been picked off runnin' across open ground like that," she continued, her voice shaking, "the hell were you thinking doing somethin' so reckless and stupid? Where the hell would we be left if you'd gone and gotten yourself shot huh?"

"Valerie listen to me..."

"I can't believe you of all people would do something so goddamn stupid and..."

"Now hang on just a darn minute..."

"Am I interrupting something?"

Two heads turned to face Nix, who stood watching the pair with an amused tilt to his lips.

"Not at all..."

"Yes actually," Valerie cut in harshly, "I'm in the middle of tellin' Dick how goddamn stupid he was to..."

"Now hang on," Dick balked, "it might have been a bit reckless but it certainly was not stupid."

"Oh I'd beg to differ," she quipped with a scoff, crossing her arms over her chest, "It was actually incredibly stupid."

"It was a standard bayonet charge Valerie, I'd hardly call it stupid," he replied defiantly, his jaw clenching.

"Clearly you've been watching too many re-runs of 'All Quiet on the Western Front' because you're stuck in the past with your goddamn bayonet charge. We don't do those anymore because they're too goddamn dangerous, or did you conveniently forget that bit?"

"Well I damn well had to do it Valerie," he snapped, "or we'd still be stuck on that cursed island."

"You didn't have to charge out on your own like fuckin' John Wayne though did ya?" She exclaimed

"As entertaining as this little tiff is," Nix cut in, stepping between the two of them with a chuckle, "I need to sweep Dick away to HQ to get him settled in to his new office."

"New...new office?" Valerie questioned sharply, her gaze flickering between the two of them.

"I'm sure if you'd given the man the chance he would have told you all about his promotion to batallion," Nix laughed, clapping Dick on the shoulder fondly.

Valerie felt like she'd been punched in the gut when she met Dick's eyes and saw the truth of Nix's words in them. It was true; Dick was really leaving Easy for a nice cushy desk job up at batallion. She took a step back, her throat feeling like it was squeezing closed. Her mind felt like it had been caught up in a twister, so many emotions jumbling around in her head in such a short space of time. As the seconds ticked by and the two men watched her with wary eyes, she settled on the one emotion she felt most comfortable with in that moment.

"Well I'm glad your glory run in the field had the desired result," she hissed icily, her eyes narrowing and glaring daggers at Dick, "now if you don't mind some of us have to look after our men." With that she turned on her heel and marched away from the pair. Her fists were clenched so tightly that her nails would surely cut through the skin on her palms, but she didn't care. At least the sting was a mild distraction from everything else going through her mind.

"Valerie wait, hang on a minute," Dick called as he jogged in front of her and cut her off, "you seriously think I did that maneuver just to get a promotion?"

"I dunno Dick," she snarled, "that's certainly what it looks like to me."

"How can you honestly think that?" He asked quietly, a vulnerable crack in his voice, "after everything we've been through how can you think I would ever do that?"

"I don't know Dick," Valerie snapped back, refusing to acknowledge the hurt in his eyes, "wouldn't be the first time you did something questionable to look good to the brass."

He faltered, a dark and wounded shadow overcoming his face. "Dammit Valerie I thought we'd moved past this," he pleaded.

"Whatever," she grumbled, "Don't you have somewhere more important to be? I know I certainly do."

Without a backwards glance she stormed off, leaving a dumbstruck Dick in her wake. As she got further and further away from him she felt the walls begin to crack and her eyes stung with hot, angry tears. She swiped furiously at one as it spilled down her cheek before taking a deep breath and pulling herself together. There was no time for pointless tears in the middle of occupied Holland, and it wasn't even worth it anyway. She had a job to do and that's all that mattered.

~~~~~

"Hey Val, how ya doin'?"

Valerie looked up at the sound of her name and couldn't supress her grin when she saw George and Lieb coming towards her.

"Hey boys, nice to see ya," she laughed, pulling them both in for a hug.

"Jeez sweetheart didn't realise we'd reached the huggin' stage," Lieb teased, but he hugged her back tightly all the same.

"Well it's either that or a punch in the arm," she warned, "so choose wisely."

"Don't listen to him," George butted in, throwing an arm over her shoulder, "its good to see ya."

"You see me all the time George, we're in the same company," she teased, shaking her head at him.

"I know but we never see you," he persisted, "you're always so busy being bossy or off with the other officers. Clearly you've decided we're no longer important enough for you."

"Aw quit your whining Luz," she mocked, elbowing him in the side, "you know you'll never be replaced in my heart."

"I should hope not," he sniffled dramatically, but his cheeky grin gave him away, "now why don't you make it up to me and come help me beat Don in a game of craps?"

"How could I turn down such an offer," she chuckled, stepping out from under his arm and linking her arm with his.

"You two are fuckin' ridiculous you know that?" Lieb scoffed as he lit his cigarette.

"Shut up, you're just jealous," Valerie smirked, "now are you gonna offer me a smoke or do I have to do everything myself around here?"

He shook his head at her but pulled one out all the same, lighting it up for her before the three of them made their way towards the barn that was serving as one of Easy's shelter for the night. 

"Well look what the cat dragged in," Don called as the trio entered the barn, "if it isn't Lady Landry herself."

"Better shut the hell up Malarkey or I won't be so inclined to go easy on ya when the dice comes out."

"Fighting talk Val," he grinned cheekily as she settled onto the wooden pallet beside him, "now put your money where you mouth is and let's get down to business."

Ten rounds of craps later and Don looked like he was about to explode.

"You two are definitely cheating," he grumbled as he passed over another five cigarettes to George.

"You can't cheat the dice Don," Valerie teased, "don't blame us cause you're crap at craps."

"Aha good one Val," George laughed, reaching across the makeshift table and giving her a fist bump.

"Oh sure, laugh it up at my expense," Don grumbled, throwing a doleful glare at the offending dice before pilfering a cigarette from the pile in front of George.

"Say Val," Don started a few moments later, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them, "since you're always with the officers nowadays you surely must know already who's replacing Winters as CO?"

"Don't know a thing about it," she replied, keeping her tone even.

"Sure is shit that we're losin' him," George chimed in, "can't imagine too many other CO's running headfirst onto an open field on their own."

"Well maybe its a good thing then," she huffed, taking a long drag from her cigarette, "cause pulling a stunt like that just to get a promotion is stupidly irresponsible."

"Aw hell Val you don't honestly think he did the bayonet charge for a promotion do you?" Don asked incredulously, "Winters ain't like that."

"Well all I see is he's gotten a cushy little desk job at batallion and left us in the shitter," she grumbled, "but who cares right? Long as he gets to put his feet up in a nice warm office at HQ."

"C'mon Val, don't you think you're being a little harsh?" George asked, his brows furrowing.

"No," she sighed, standing up and crushing her cigarette under her boot roughly, "I don't. Now it's been fun guys but I got a few things to follow up on. I'll see you soon I promise." With that she walked out of the barn, taking in a long deep breath of the cool evening air as she did.

"Hey Val wait," George called as he ran to catch up with her, "is everything okay? You just seem a little off."

And wasn't that the million dollar question. Was she okay with the fact that Dick had up and left them, left...her? She knew that she should be okay, knew that she should be happy that he was getting the recognition he so clearly deserved. But all of that had been swallowed by the overwhelming and inexplicable hurt she felt a the thought of him moving on from Easy and forgetting all about them.

"I'm alright George," she sighed wearily, "I'm just tired and stressed, just like everyone else."

"Seems like more than just the usual stress to me," he persisted, "you're clearly upset so just talk to me Val, tell me what's up."

"It's nothing George," she reiterated, shaking her head, "honest."

"Is this about Winters moving to batallion?" He asked gently, "because I know you two had gotten close lately and -"

"Why would it be about that?" She snapped, crossing her arms tightly across her chest, "I couldn't give a damn what he does."

"Seems I've hit a nerve which means my guess is probably a bit too close to home." George chuckled. "You're allowed to miss him you know, hell we're all sure as shit gonna miss him."

"I don't miss him," she insisted sharply, "I told you I couldn't care less what he does or where he goes. He's proved yet again he's a glory huntin' risk taker who only does it to look good to the brass."

"You're fooling nobody but yourself there Val," George told her knowingly, "cause you and I both know he's not like that. He's a good man Val, one of the best of 'em even, and a blind idiot could see that you care about him. But if pretending to be mad at him helps you sleep at night then who am I to stop you. All I'll say is you should talk to him and clear the air because life's too short out here for pointless fights you don't even wanna be havin'." 

Valerie felt a lump forming in her throat and had to look away from him, unable to respond. He was right of course, she was being ridiculous and falling into her usual trap of ignoring her feelings and reverting to anger to protect herself. It was easier to just be mad at him than to dwell on how scared she'd been when she'd heard about the bayonet charge, or how confused she'd felt when she'd learned he was moving to batallion.

"I can see the little cogs whirring in your brain Val," George interjected with a laugh, pulling her out of her reverie, "but you know I'm right. I always am."

"Debatable," she scoffed, but she couldn't resist the small smile that rose on her lips.

"You know you can come to me anytime yeah?" He said, pulling her in for a tight hug, "I know you've got Doc but if you ever need to talk about anything then I'm here."

"Careful George," she teased, squeezing him back tightly before pulling back to look at him, "you're startin' to sound sentimental."

"Aw hell Val get lost," he laughed, shaking his head fondly, "but don't be a stranger 'ya hear? I'll be seeing ya."

"I'll see y'around George," she replied softly, turning away from him to head to her bunk, "and...thanks by the way."

"Anytime Val," he called after her, giving her a cheeky salute before heading back into the barn. Valerie glanced up at the moon and sighed as she trudged back to her quarters, her shoulders sagging wearily under the weight of her worries.

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[catmillers]

red-eye – self-para

tw: hallucination, blood ment.

Cat couldn't sleep. It was too damn late and she knew more than anything she needed to wake up early in the morning, and have first watch on Slate duty. The Berries were also deeply on her mind, already turning into ghosts before they were gone. A guilt built in her gut, to want to pursue something other than the mind-numbing grief of knowing her friends would die. Cat didn't need to think of losing other people, she only wanted to think of the gain, something good that could happen to her – like training with Cain because he assuredly wouldn't die for rebellious activities, like her tenuous friendship with Montgomery, like Holland. A Gamemaker who had already learned what rising against the Capitol could do to you.

She thought of the roof when her mind drifted to Holland, soft, delicate, easy; Cat didn't need to second guess that or second guess that taking things an inch at a time. Rusty was the word Holland used and, well, Cat supposed she was too. Rusty at being anything other than passionate and co-dependent. That rounded the corner back to guilt, back to Mahlon, back to something she didn't want to think about.

A text went out, one to Monty, hoping maybe if she went out she'd be able to at least wear herself down. He wasn't someone who was mourning the way she'd been. Cress had already been too much fo a good sport by listening to her ramble like an excited schoolgirl that evening, she didn't dare take Nano to D0, Alder was out of the question, Link's guilt was heavy; her new friendship with him was strange. A pro-Capitol poster boy in every sense but he appealed to her, a way to ease herself. She pulled up her music, trying to find something to lull her off to a potential sleep, but couldn't keep the day out of her mind.

"Never guess what happened today, Eugene," Cat mumbled to her darkened bedroom, eyes fixed on the ceiling, the twinkling of the Capitol lights leaking in from behind her blinds.

The warm crackle of a voice reverberated around the room, unsurprising to Cat, "Don't keep me waitin', kiddo."

She'd heard more of him, more of Eugene, recently; supposed it was a way to cope. Something her brain conjured to save off the demons. Indulging herself, indulging in talking to him didn't feel evil, just felt like the delusion she needed at the moment. "Good or bad first?" She asked, almost amused, her voice croaky from exhaustion.

"Gimme the bad."

Cat hissed, eyes sliding shut as she began to talk, "Slate's in the arena and – y'know those nice girls from Eleven? They're in there too." She sighed and continued, "I jus' want 'em to come home, 'cause – 'cause shit I thought all a' this was gonna be long gone by the time we hit this Game, thought the Vox would be in charge, thought –"

"Catarina."

"Hm?"

"Quit workin' yourself up, ain't your fault."

"Didn't say it was my fault," She snarked out, lashing out like an angsty teen.

"Sure as shit actin' like it."

Cat could practically hear the eye roll associated with Eugene's voice, but she kept her eyes closed – she learned the illusion would end if she tried to find him in whatever darkened corner of the room she insisted he lurked in. So, instead of arguing further, because at her core, she knew he was right, because Eugene had always been right, she shifted to the good news. "Got a date today," She explained, "Not today–today but for the ball, that Holland girl I told you 'bout?"

"That so?"

"Mhm," She hummed in confirmation, "Grew a goddamn pair and asked her out – thought I was gonna fuckin' die tryin' t' do it, but she said yes and – dunno feels different."

"Good different?"

"Yeah, doesn't feel like life or death, y'know?" She explained feeling her phone buzz on her chest. She needed the delusion to last a few moments longer so she ignored it for just the moment; she needed this, she needed her dad, needed someone who'd look after her. "But, like, dunno. Gotta find a way to tell her 'bout you, not like – this you, but the you from before," Her voice grew choked, wandering back to three years prior, to what they'd done to Eugene, to all that blood, to how scared she was to how alone she'd felt since, "The you that ain't here anymore – 'cause I mean it's big right?"

A beat.

"It's why I'm like this," Cat continued, clinging to the hope he'd reply, "It's why every time I get close t' someone I get all weird, get all clingy, too much, and – dunno, how d'you tell the girl you like that you got crazy fuckin' baggage?"

The silenced nearly deafened Cat and her stomach turned. She opened her eyes, just to ensure that he really was gone. The room was empty save the fistful of her belongings and the overly manicured decor of the tower bedroom.

Cat lifted her phone to look at the text. Monty. He'd texted back and well, she supposed since he was willing, they'd go. A distraction was all she needed, something to make her breathe. Cat pushed up off the bed and moved for the door.

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[hinatastinygiant]

15 | Desperate Gamble

Pairing: Mikey x Fem!Reader

Undercover Masterlist

As the days pass by, you begin to notice a change in Hakkai. He becomes increasingly distant and on edge, his usually cheerful demeanor replaced by a shadow of worry. Concerned for your friend, you decide to investigate, hoping to uncover the source of his distress.

One evening, as you wander through the dimly lit corridors of the Black Dragon territory, you overhear snippets of conversation. Hushed voices speak of Hakkai's mounting debt, and the dire consequences he may face if he fails to pay up. Panic surges through you, knowing that Taiju's wrath can be merciless and unforgiving.

You approach Yuzuha, sharing your concerns about Hakkai's recent behavior and the mounting debt he has incurred. Together, you decide to confront the truth by entering his room, only to be greeted by a shocking sight. The room is cluttered with stacks of cash and lavish possessions, evidence of Hakkai's extravagant spending.

Yuzuha sighs, her eyes filled with worry. "He's been saving up for something big," she sighs, her voice tinged with frustration. "But this is a reckless way of doing it. He's going to get himself killed by his own brother."

Your heart sinks at the realization of the grave predicament Hakkai has unknowingly entangled himself in. The weight of responsibility settles heavily upon your shoulders as you contemplate the best course of action. With determination in your eyes, you turn to Yuzuha. "We can't let him continue down this path. We have to find a way to save him."

Yuzuha groans, her frustration evident in her voice. "Yeah, I know. That was the whole point of you being in the Black Dragons," she exclaims, her tone urgent. "We can't waste any more time. You need to do something now."

Feeling the weight of her words, you take a deep breath, summoning your resolve. Yuzuha practically pushes you towards the door, her impatience driving you forward. "I'll find a way to help Hakkai," you reassure her, your voice filled with determination. "I won't let him fall victim to his bad choices. I promise."

With a nod of understanding, Yuzuha watches you go, her faith in your ability to make a difference evident in her eyes. You navigate the familiar streets, hastening your steps as you approach the Black Dragon hideout. Kazutora, one of the gang members, spots you and approaches with a mischievous grin. "Hey, wanna come drinking tonight? Some of the Toman guys will be there too," he suggests, clearly hoping to lighten your mood. 

Not now, you think to yourself, your mind consumed by the urgency of the situation. Without hesitation, you brush past Kazutora, leaving him momentarily shocked and a bit saddened by your lack of interest. 

Kazutora's grin fades, replaced by a hint of concern. "What's got you so serious?" he asks, his voice tinged with curiosity.

You pause for a moment, contemplating how much to reveal. "It's about Hakkai. He's gotten himself into a load of shit."

"So I've heard," he nods, his eyes narrowing in understanding. "Well, be careful."

You offer a grateful nod before continuing on your way. As you enter the hideout, the tension in the air is palpable. The voices from Taiju's office grow louder, filled with anger. You strain to listen, hoping to catch any crucial information that can guide your next move.

"Damn it, Hakkai! You think you can get away with this? You owe me, and I won't let you off the hook so goddamn easily!" Taiju's voice echoes through the corridor, seething with fury.

Hakkai's voice, tinged with desperation, rises in response. "Taiju, please! I'll find a way to repay you, I promise! For Y/N and Yuzuha's sake at least, please!"

Your heart clenches at Hakkai's pleading words. It's now or never. You take a deep breath and make your way toward the source of the commotion.

Just as you approach the office, Kazutora appears once again, his gaze shifting between you and the closed door. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Taiju's in a pissy mood," he warns, his tone cautious.

You lock eyes with Kazutora, determination burning in your gaze. "I need to help Hakkai. He's my friend, and I won't stand by and watch him suffer."

"Geez, you really got a death wish," he scoffs, shaking his head as he lets you pass. 

You then swing open the office door- the sight that greets you filled with tension. Taiju towers over Hakkai, his fists clenched in anger, blood dripping down from either side. Hakkai's face bears the marks of distress, his eyes locking with yours as you enter.

"I had a feeling Hakkai was who you were talking about the other day," you address Taiju cooly, just as you had back in the days when the three of you lived with him. "But he is part of this gang, of this family. Just like we did with that widow, let's find another way to resolve this."

Taiju's gaze turns to you, his eyes flickering with a mix of surprise and annoyance. "And who are you to tell me how to handle my business?" he retorts, his voice laced with hostility.

"Someone who cares about the well-being of the gang. And one thing I do know is that if you start causing problems on the inside, it's bound to get out and cause all sorts of chaos for you. We should be united, not tearing each other to shreds."

As Taiju's fists rain down upon you, you fight to stay conscious, each blow reminding you of the vulnerability you've kept hidden for so long. You endure the pain, knowing that this sacrifice is necessary to protect Hakkai. Despite the bruises and the overwhelming force, you refuse to give up.

You've known it all along, you're no match for him. You nearly have to lay there and take the hits just like you had for Hakkai and Yuzuha when you were younger. And just like back then, he doesn't stop until you're knocked out cold.

Finally, when darkness envelops your senses, Taiju releases his grip on you, satisfied that he has made his point. Gasping for air, you struggle to regain your composure, your battered body a testament to your loyalty. 

To your dismay, you end up giving in- a sharp pain in your chest telling you to stay down. Through blurry eyes you can see Taiju grab Hakkai by the shirt and drag him down the hall, leaving you all alone.

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[rd0265667]

A Known Unknown(Chapter 3)

Y/N's POV

1k words

(Just for reference, all convos here are in Korean unless specified otherwise)

"NO FATHER!" I yelled as I shot up from my bed

I looked around the room, scratching my head.

'Where am I? Was that just a dream? It felt, so, so...real'

I stood up from my bed, as a depressing reality set in. My name was Y/N? Not far from my dream I guess. High School Dropout. Surviving off scraps in Seoul, living in this grey box with four walls, barely fit to be called a home.

My stomach grumbled as I fumbled about my Pocket. About a thousand, two thousand won? Could buy me cup noodles. I scurried out of the sad grey box and headed to my nearest CU(convenience store in Korea)

As I rushed through the aisles to find the cup noodles, I suddenly bumped into this hooded figure, and I dropped my stuff, as he, or she, dropped their stuff too. Tremendous start to my day. The person I bumped into took her hood off and stared right into my eyes, guess she's a girl huh.

I watched as she batted her eyes and said, "Pick my stuff up" "Listen Miss, it hasn't been a great day for me so far, could you just pick your own things up?"

Upon saying that, a look of shock seemed to cross her face, as if it was her first time being denied a request.

"I'm sorry, what?"

A little annoyed, I quickly bent down, picked up my cup noodles, picked up her things, putting it on a shelf next to me before walking away, not looking at her. Not exactly a people person myself.

"That will be 1,600 won sir."

"Thank you" I said, grabbing the cup noodles and began cooking.

I saw as that girl from earlier seemed to stare at me, perplexed, seemingly still interested, or perplexed by me

I began hungrily devouring my food as my stomach continued grumbling. I tried my best to be unbothered, but try as I might, I cannot shake the annoyance of that girl staring at me. Do I have something on my face? I grumbled, can't even eat a meal in peace. I quickly swallowed what was left of my meal, leaving the store and heading back to my place to find some new freelance jobs. Lads gotta eat, and people aren't exactly lining up to hire a high school dropout. 

As I headed out of the store, I saw an empty limousine with a man in a suit standing outside, bodyguard probably. I looked around, and saw no one, except that girl from earlier. Guess she's someone important, probably why she thought I'd do whatever she wanted. Well, to be fair, if she had nicely, I would have helped. After all, Manners Maketh Man

"Don't move" I heard as I tensed up, feeling a sharp edge on my back. "Turn around" a gruff voice said as I turned, seeing a masked figure. I was already far enough from that store where that girl and her bodyguard wouldn't see me, and seeing as the alley I was in is in the middle of nowhere, I'm on my own.

"Hand over your wallet, now!" The man said, brandishing his knife to intimidate me

I chuckled a little hearing that, goddamn, this man is about to commit a crime for 400 won.

"Are you out of your damn mind? I said hand over your money. Now" "Listen buddy, you've kinda picked the wrong person to mug. I had 2000 won about 20 minutes ago, and one cup noodle later, I know have 400 won left. If you would like it, be my guest." "Well, fine, then hand over the bracelet" 'Wait, bracelet? What bracelet?' I thought to myself as I looked down, and lo and behold, a sleek black bracelet rested upon my wrist. I don't remember ever having this bracelet "If you make me ask for the bracelet again, I will gut you like a fucking fish" "Fine man, fine, I don't even know how I got this."

I reached down and tried to take the bracelet off, but...for some godforsaken reason, I couldn't take it off.

"Stop fucking with me kid." "Listen man, I'm trying, this bracelet ain't budging" "Well, that's too bad. Guess I'm gonna have to cut it off you." "Hey, hey, wait man..."

The man walked to me, backing me into a corner. As far as ways to shuffle off the mortal coil, this was a spectacularly depressing one. Just as the man raised his knife, I heard as a man yelled, "Stop right there." I turned to see that same man in the suit running at the masked man. I heard as he grumbled and muttered some curses, as he ran away. The man in the suit turned around, looking at that girl from the convenience store. The girl nodded, and the man in the suit gave chase to the mugger.

I crumpled to the ground, god, this day is going swimmingly isn't it. My face was then covered by the shadow of that girl again. 

"Who are you? Why are you helping me?" "The name's Yuna.Shin Yuna"

Hmm, Yuna, that name sounded familiar. I'm pretty sure I did hear it once on TV or something.

"Well, Yuna, answer the question please, Why are you helping me?"

Yuna seemed to pout, saying, "Can't I help someone in need of help? Technically I didn't even lift a finger, James did all the work. And, well, you intrigue me."

"Intrigue you? I'm not following."

"I'll tell you about it over a cup of coffee?"

"I'm not sure if you heard what I said to that mugger but I couldn't afford a bottle of water, much less a cup of coffee."

"Coffees on me, and hey, I just saved you, the least you could do is humour me and have a drink with me."

"Fine." I said, shrugging. 

"Great." Yuna said as she smiled widely. 

"Let's go,erm"

"You can call me Y/N"

"Great, lets go Y/N" She said, hooking her hands around my arm and pulling me forward

This day has been...most interesting

#yuna #yuna x reader #yuna fanfic #itzy

[thatforgottenbasilisk]

peel away the layers 'til you're nothing and no one

Words: 3880 (AO3)

Originally Posted on 12/14/2022

Summary:

Statement of Shimura Nana, regarding the beginning of her career as an Archivist. Original Statement given 9th December, 2XXX. Audio recording by Yagi Toshinori, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, Tokyo branch. Statement begins.

The tape recorder is clicked on.

- I found this in a locked drawer in the bottom of a desk that was meant to be thrown away. Given that Nana did actually record some tapes, and that this was only ever on paper... I don't think she wanted this found.

- It's too late for that. For what it's worth, I am sorry for this, it's just... I have to know.

Statement of Shimura Nana, the previous Head Archivist, regarding the beginning of her career as an Archivist. Original Statement given 9th December, 2XXX. Audio recording by Yagi Toshinori, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, Tokyo branch. Statement begins.

I shouldn't be here.

I should've never listened to En talking about this damned job offer, should've never walked in this building, should've never accepted the position in Research, should've passed up the stupid promotion. I should have run when I had the chance, before I was caught here, pinned like a butterfly to a board, stuck like a cell between plastic squares under a goddamned microscope.

But I didn't. And I'm here. So... may as well go all in.

I'm going to be saying quite a bit in this that most people in the higher-up positions probably wouldn't want you to know, "you" being whoever's reading this. The next Archivist, probably; I hope, for your sake, that you know what you're getting into with this, but who am I kidding? You probably don't know anything more than I did when I was in your shoes.

That's alright. You'll learn, because you weren't picked for this job because of any kind of "weak constitution." Maybe you're a skinny little nerd, for all I know, but if you're here, if you're alive and you're sitting in this office, you've got a hell of a lot more fight in you than your appearance might let on. Maybe even more fight than you know. You might end up thinking I'm crazy, you might get even more paranoid than you are already- and yeah, you're paranoid, at least a little bit, because you don't study fear without it rubbing off on you a bit- but whatever you take from this, just know:

You will survive this. No Archivist ever died from their first encounter with the supernatural, I can promise you that. Maybe your third or fourth, maybe in five years, maybe in fifty- you'll get past the very beginning, though. Your first is what you will survive. The beginning.

I'm going to prepare you for what comes after that, to the best of my abilities.

I can't go into too much detail, though. That's the antithesis of this. I could leave you a note or record you a tape, technically speaking, and I could run through everything, go over every detail of what you need to know, in the clinical and detached tones of some anthropologist or taxonomist, but that wouldn't work.

I know it doesn't work, because I already tried. Three full notebooks. Five complete tapes. All gone the minute I left them for future reference. Gone from my desk drawers, from my shelves, from the fully sealed boxes I put them in for good measure.

A Statement, though. That, I know for a fact, will not disappear. That would mean losing knowledge, losing an entry in the Archive.

To make a Statement, there must first be a story. A real one, not some metaphor or made up little fairy tale made for the specific purpose of illustrating a concept. That would be too easy.

So... here's mine. Don't judge me too harshly once you've got hindsight on your side, alright?

I never had stage fright when I was younger. I heard about it, knew that some people got nervous when people were looking at them, paying attention to them, but I never applied that to myself. I never trembled at the feeling of being watched, though I knew that it was what creeped out many of my peers more than anything else- at least, that's what they swore up and down when the conversation meandered to that point.

I didn't get it, personally. People will look or they won't, what did their judgement matter to me? Sure, I'd felt embarrassment before, but I'd also been able to brush it off or turn it into a joke that I could laugh at, too. It had never been a big deal.

Maybe I was a paragon of self-confidence, maybe I was just ballsy, I don't know, but the point is I never understood why being known was such a bad thing.

Not until I met him.

The man who knows everything. He knows everything about me and everything about you, yet he's always searching for more.

When I met him, I got the sense I was being Seen, inside and out, every tiny piece of me weighed against an invisible metric, and I... I was judged and found lacking. It didn't even take a minute for it to happen, but when that chill ran down my spine from that judgement from his empty, empty eyes... he drank it in. It was almost tangible, how much he enjoyed watching me squirm, like I was a particularly interesting insect.

That's all he wants. To watch people shudder in fear. He wants that fear, he's ravenous for it, desperate for more, more, more.

That's why he built this place. That's not his name above the door, of course, that's some man in England who's two hundred years dead by now, but the only reason the man who knows everything isn't in a grave just as withered is because... I don't know, honestly. I suspect that the fear sustains him, much more than food and oxygen and all that sustains us, like a- like a psychic vampire or something.

God, that sounds so fucking stupid. That's the reality of it, though. He drains fear from everyone who has some of it to spare, whether or not they want to give it.

I met him back when I was a cop. Don't judge me for that, I used to believe in clean-cut justice before reality proved itself more messy than that, but the point is that that's the context I met him in.

He wasn't someone we just pulled in off the streets, you understand. I'm not repeating the story of some creepy homeless schizophrenic, or something, he was someone that the whole force both desperately wanted to catch, and yet dreaded even being in his presence. He was- is, I should say, because as far as I know, that's what he's still doing to this day- the kingpin behind all organized crime in Japan. All of it. Everybody bows to his leadership, because if you don't, you're dead. No trial, no negotiations, just there one day and a corpse the next.

He calls himself "Sensei," and there was no one who could cough up a name to contradict it in the time I was there.

Maybe someone knows his name by now, though. Either that, or he's more selfish than I thought.

I met him multiple times over the course of my police career. Every time, he somehow managed to unnerve me more, seeming like he was turning it into a game to mess with us cops, me most of all. I know why he didn't like me, in hindsight; I had a best friend at the time that was apparently clinging to his humanity by a thread, not that I knew back then.

The first time I met Sensei, I was just some rookie cop; didn't even have a partner yet. I still had about a year to go before I met that best friend. I already said that his gaze flayed me alive, and that's about the extent of that first interaction, where he stared at me and I was unnerved by the thought of being Seen for the first time in my life.

It wasn't until the second time that I saw him that things got interesting. More interesting than just staring, anyway, though he did that a lot, still. He looked me right in the eye and didn't even hesitate to identify me by name. He didn't even take a second to think, when I had only ever met him once, two years prior, without even a word exchanged between us.

He identified me near-instantly, but it took even less time to disregard me completely. Instead, he focused on my new partner, Torino Sorahiko. Sorahiko would go on to become my best friend, my brother in all but blood, but at that point I barely knew him.

I don't know what he saw in Sorahiko that seemed to captivate him so much, but whatever it was, nobody else seemed to have it. None of the other police, none of the criminals he had working under him. Nobody but Sorahiko.

Sorahiko didn't seem nearly as affected by Sensei's presence as anyone else. He seemed to disregard him, almost, as just another big crime boss that needed to be taken down; no special considerations or anything about just how damn creepy he was. Maybe that's what Sensei found interesting? I don't know. What I do know is that Sensei could talk to Sorahiko and have some sort of back-and-forth that he couldn't get from anyone else, not even me at first. Everyone was just too afraid of him to try and match wits, if there was ever a time that he would try.

There wasn't anything special about their conversations, though. They sounded exactly like any other interrogation, or on-the-field encounter, or whatever other situation they happened to come across each other in; the only interesting thing was how Sensei seemed to revel in it, losing that eerie calm demeanor he kept on at all other times.

It was shockingly human of him.

Time wore on, and we never were able to keep Sensei arrested for long. There were no official records when we tried to book him, and, well... no one even knew his name, and he wasn't exactly volunteering information. I grew closer to Sorahiko, officially got Sectioned with him, and picked up quite a few stories along the way.

The thing is that being in the force, it... it changes you. Usually for the worse. You sort of... you shut down, almost. It's not that you're having a meltdown or something all the time, it's just that you start to distance yourself from things, more than the average person probably should. I did it, to an extent; Sorahiko even more so.

He started pulling away from everyone. He'd never had a real close family to begin with, and he wasn't the most popular in our precinct. Nobody ever really considered him a friend, other than me. Maybe it's because we had only ever partnered with each other, and he didn't make much of an effort to reach out? That's probably it, to be honest.

He also picked up a smoking habit. He swore he'd never touched a cigarette, but sometimes I caught him breathing out lungfuls of pure white smoke, and it wasn't exactly hard to put the pieces together. He must not have been doing it all that much, because I never smelled it on him, so I wasn't going to make a big deal of it, lest he start doing it more.

I didn't get concerned about that until he started shivering everywhere. It was slow, almost enough that I didn't notice, but he became one of those people that's cold all the time. He started wearing his jacket even in summer, when it was nearly unbearable to be wearing anything heavier than a tank top, and yet there he was, cool as a cucumber in an average autumn outfit. His skin was always like ice whenever we had physical contact- I started thinking that he must have been anemic, or some other health hazard that comes with smoking, but he kept insisting that nothing was wrong.

While this was happening, we kept coming in contact with Sensei, more and more. He would only talk to Sorahiko, and by that point, they had established a rapport that went far beyond the "job," for either of them. Sora... he started pulling away from me, and towards Sensei. I don't know why.

That... might have been a lie. I suspect that he was bothered by me and my concern for what he kept brushing off, what he was clearly hiding, what he seemed to be lying about- and while Sensei made it clear that he knew about it, he expressed a perverse sort of excitement about it.

He quit one day without warning. Sorahiko, I mean. There one day, gone the next. Nobody even- no one told me until I asked, like the whole department had just forgotten about him.

I'm not proud of what I did next. I tried to track him down, first to the car shows he used to talk about, then bars he used to hang out in, then finally to his apartment.

He wasn't there. He wasn't anywhere. I didn't- when I opened his front door, everything was packed up in boxes, and when I went further inside, I found a stranger in there- she had just moved in, she'd said. The apartment had been up for sale, and it came fully furnished, she'd said. Apparently the landlord told her that the previous tenant had just up and left without a word, so when the lease ran out, he put it up for sale, furniture and all.

She'd also been told that he'd been a recluse. She didn't expect anyone to come knocking, so she hadn't yet changed the locks.

I left. Wandered aimlessly for a bit, then put everything into my job. If I was solving more cases, doing more, then the chief wouldn't care as much if I was using police resources to track down someone who wasn't technically missing, right?

I followed every lead that I could. Started hacking security cameras, motion detectors, microphones, all hoping for the tiniest hint of where he could have gone, where he might have been heading, why he had left without so much as a word.

I didn't eat. Didn't sleep. Just poked through more footage, pulled more interviews, trying to find something; and then I had the brilliant idea that Sensei had been behind it all.

I don't remember where it came from, if it was influenced by anything I'd seen or if it was... divine intervention. I'm inclined to believe that it was something towards the latter.

It wasn't exactly difficult to find Sensei. Just follow the drug rings, the leads picked up by the human trafficking parts of the force, and all of a sudden I was at his doorstep.

I found him in an old warehouse, actually. It was abandoned long before then, but there was still trash all around, as well as pipes and wires that used to be hooked up throughout the building. He'd been using it as a base to store drugs, I don't even remember what kind, but he was moving them out of there when I found him.

He was alone when I came in. I thought it was a stroke of luck finally heading my way, but now I know that it really wasn't.

I went into that warehouse and screamed at him. Insulted him, demanded he tell me what the hell he did with Sorahiko. I didn't care how fucking creepy he was, I didn't care how easily he could have killed me, then or down the line, I didn't care. I just wanted my best friend back.

He didn't shoot me immediately, instead he just... walked up to me and put his hands on my shoulders. I thought that it was supposed to be demeaning, at first; now, looking back, I think I've realized how pathetic I must have looked. I was shaking like a small animal, with eyebags darker than the walls around us, I... I don't think he ever actively disliked me, either. At least, he knew that Sorahiko cared for me, so he at least gave me that tiny modicum of- not "respect," but something close to it.

That action did, ironically, steady me enough to bite out my question. I asked where Sorahiko was, because of course Sensei would know, of course Sensei would've had something to do with it. He didn't ignore it, like I honestly thought he would; instead, he tilted his head somewhat, and responded,

"Now that is interesting. I thought you would end up going Hunt when we met, or else Slaughter, but I never believed that you would go for Beholding."

He backed away and just smirked at me, while I demanded answers on what the hell he was talking about. With every question he seemed more and more smug, like he'd won a game that neither of us knew we had been playing.

Eventually, he told me, "Your power is weak now, but there is potential, I'll give you that. I think you'll find that if you asked anyone else any of your questions, they would respond honestly, involuntarily; but if you want anything of me, you'll need to do a little more than that. As for Sorahiko's whereabouts, let's just say he doesn't want to be around anyone for the moment, hm?"

I lost it. I just lost it on him. I'm not even entirely sure how it happened, just one moment he was talking, and the next I was on top of him, bashing his face in over and over again. I was going to kill him.

I nearly did, too, because on the floor next to me was a piece of pipe that must have once been connected to the main plumbing system of the place. It was made of metal, I knew it before I even touched it, and nearly without thinking I reached out and grabbed it. I raised it over my head with both hands, and was about to swing down on his head when I was stopped by something else.

It felt like somebody was grabbing the pipe from behind, and so I looked back to see him. Sorahiko. Gripping my makeshift weapon, staring at me almost expressionlessly, surrounded by that same strange white fog that he always tried to hide.

"Don't."

Just that one word, and I let go of the pipe. He tossed it to the side, where it clattered loudly against the ground. I stared up at him in disbelief, as though at any second, he would vanish all over again.

"Wh- why did you just- " It wasn't until I started stuttering that I realized I was crying, and even then I had no idea how long. I didn't know why he'd appeared, why he'd left, how he'd managed to sneak in without being detected by either me or Sensei.

Sorahiko pulled me upright, leaving Sensei on the ground for the time being. He'd end up being alright, anyway, and Sora even told me so a little later.

He pulled me close, hugged me tightly, and I started sobbing in earnest. I probably got blood and snot all over his jacket, but I don't think he cared. He told me that he'd left because he had to, which wasn't really an answer at all, but it was better than anything else I'd gotten.

He didn't really explain what "Beholding" meant, or what it meant that he'd become "one with the Lonely," but I figured it out soon enough after, once I got this job. Sora's actually the one who told me that Sensei had founded this place, though only after I'd gotten employed here; Sensei had apparently decided that he would be better off associating it with the Magnus Institute in England in order to keep his own name out of it. Apparently, he'd always been a bit afraid of his own patron, so that decision was sound, I suppose.

I see Sorahiko sometimes. He visits me on occasion, though he maintains that Sensei still holds a grudge. He never comes here, says there are too many prying eyes, which I understand. I'm not sure how he still tolerates me, now that I am what I am, but maybe he's just used to me.

So. That's my Statement, that's how I got here. I guess I didn't end up explaining a whole lot, did I? Just that Sorahiko started out human, then ended up getting power from things that aren't exactly known by the wider populace.

You'll get those powers, too. You're an Archivist, after all. You'll end up with something closer to what I got than what Sorahiko did, so at least you've got more context on yourself, right?

Ah, hell. I guess I'll be trying to leave a few more of those notebooks and tapes around, because this really wasn't the explanation that I wanted it to be.

Statement ends.

- This... was less enlightening than I'd hoped it would be. I'm glad that she did mean for this to be read, at least, because I'd feel very bad if this was supposed to remain private.

- There are a few things that warrant some elaboration here. That "En" that was mentioned early on was the previous Archivist before Nana, and before him was Banjo Daigoro, and before him was Shinomori Hikage, and then it's all blank. All I know is that there were three Archivists before Shinomori, the first of which being rumored to have been the brother of the first Head of this branch of the Institute. There's very little information on the other Archivists available, and even what I know about Nana was because I'd known her personally.

- What's interesting is that there's no record of a Torino Sorahiko ever having been associated with the police, in any district. In fact, there's no record that anyone of that name ever existed at all, in Japan or otherwise. Maybe Nana used a fake name for him in this Statement, or maybe something else is going on; either way, I'll need to investigate further on him, maybe try and figure out a way to talk to him, in addition to this "Sensei."

- About the... about the powers. I don't believe that I've gotten anything like she's described, just knowing things out of thin air or being able to get anyone to answer my questions involuntarily, but I also haven't been at this post for very long. I... I don't think she's lying about it, though, even though in all the time I knew her, she never asked me a question I felt I had to answer. I'm sure that she did ask questions, though, because who doesn't?

- Either way, I'm going to be doing more research on this in my own time. This tape, and this Statement, will not be made available to Research, or anyone else, for that matter. It is imperative that this does not leave my office, for fear of... I don't know. I don't know what would happen if this were to get out of here, but I suspect that it would be very, very bad.

- End recording.

The tape recorder is clicked off.

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