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'Even if you hate me'

Use the related link post to read 'Even if you hate me,' on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60626836 by ku1naluhvs So I'm pretty much rewriting the whole MHA series, skipping a few episodes and all that stuff, but Izuku doesn't get one for all, Ochako does, and desperate to pursue his dreams, he joins the support course in hopes of helping some of his favourite pro heros, while Katsuki is still holding a grudge. Words: 4110, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki's Family, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-B (My Hero Academia), Vanguard Action Squad (My Hero Academia), Support Department (My Hero Academia), Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia) Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Hatsume Mei/Iida Tenya, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Class 1-A & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku & Yaoyorozu Momo, Hatsume Mei & Midoriya Izuku, Hatsume Mei & Iida Tenya, Ashido Mina & Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka & Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta & Shinsou Hitoshi Additional Tags: Support Department Midoriya Izuku, Supportive Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Supportive Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-A Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Uraraka Ochako Has One for All Quirk, Uraraka Ochako Has Multiple Quirks, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, BAMF Uraraka Ochako, BAMF Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Platonic Female/Male Relationships, Hatsume Mei & Midoriya Izuku are Best Friends, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Yaoyorozu Momo is a Good Friend, Iida Tenya is So Done, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Autistic Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Shouto is Bad at Feelings, Kaminari Denki is a Ray of Sunshine, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend, Ashido Mina is a Good Friend, Bisexual Ashido Mina, Angst, Heavy Angst, Supportive Class 1-B (My Hero Academia), Post-Paranormal Liberation War Arc (My Hero Academia), Final War Arc Spoilers (My Hero Academia), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Manga Spoilers, Spoilers, No Lesbians Die, we die like katsuki Use the related link post to read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60626836

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Forecast Discussion

Product: Forecast Discussion Issued: 2025 Jun 15 1230 UTC Prepared by the U.S. Dept. of Commerce, NOAA, Space Weather Prediction Center Solar Activity .24 hr Summary... Solar activity was at R1-R2 (Minor-Moderate) levels this period. Region 4105 (S14W76, Dso/beta) produced numerous R1 (Minor) flares and an R2 (Moderate) flare, an M6.8/1n at 14/2301 UTC. At 15/0756 UTC, Rgn 4105 produced an M2.2/1n flare with an associated 488 km/s Type II sweep. This flare produced a CME off the west limb that is undergoing analysis for any Earth-directed component. Region 4105 had new flux emergence north of its leader spots. Moderate growth occurred in Region 4114 (N17E19, Dkc/beta-gamma) while slight growth and flux emergence also occurred in Region 4110 (N05W65, Dai/beta). Slight growth and development occurred in Region 4116 (S12E19, Dao/beta). No additional CMEs were observed this period. .Forecast... Solar activity is likely to be moderate (R1-R2, Minor-Moderate) with a slight chance for X-class flares (R3-Strong) through 17 Jun. Energetic Particle .24 hr Summary... The greater than 2 MeV electron flux was at normal to moderate levels. The greater than 10 MeV proton flux was at background levels. .Forecast... The greater than 2 MeV electron flux is expected to be at moderate to high levels on 15-17 Jun. There is a slight chance for a greater than 10 MeV proton event (S1-Minor) through 17 Jun. Solar Wind .24 hr Summary... Solar wind parameters were indicative of a transition to a positive polarity CH HSS. Solar wind speed increased from approximately 430 km/s to between 480-535 km/s. Total field decreased to near 7 nT. Phi angle was mostly positive. .Forecast... HSS conditions are expected to persist through the forecast period (15-17 Jun) with variations in solar wind speed. An increase in speed is possible later on 16 June when there is a better connection with the HSS. Geospace .24 hr Summary... The geomagnetic field was at quiet to unsettled levels due to CH HSS effects. .Forecast... HSS activity is expected to cause unsettled to active periods on 15-17 Jun. G1 (Minor) geomagnetic storm periods are likely on 15-16 Jun.

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'Even if you hate me,'

by ku1naluhvs

So I'm pretty much rewriting the whole MHA series, skipping a few episodes and all that stuff, but Izuku doesn't get one for all, Ochako does, and desperate to pursue his dreams, he joins the support course in hopes of helping some of his favourite pro heros, while Katsuki is still holding a grudge.

Words: 4110, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki's Family, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-B (My Hero Academia), Vanguard Action Squad (My Hero Academia), Support Department (My Hero Academia), Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia)

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Hatsume Mei/Iida Tenya, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Class 1-A & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku & Yaoyorozu Momo, Hatsume Mei & Midoriya Izuku, Hatsume Mei & Iida Tenya, Ashido Mina & Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka & Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta & Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Support Department Midoriya Izuku, Supportive Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Supportive Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-A Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Uraraka Ochako Has One for All Quirk, Uraraka Ochako Has Multiple Quirks, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, BAMF Uraraka Ochako, BAMF Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Platonic Female/Male Relationships, Hatsume Mei & Midoriya Izuku are Best Friends, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Yaoyorozu Momo is a Good Friend, Iida Tenya is So Done, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Autistic Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Shouto is Bad at Feelings, Kaminari Denki is a Ray of Sunshine, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend, Ashido Mina is a Good Friend, Bisexual Ashido Mina, Angst, Heavy Angst, Supportive Class 1-B (My Hero Academia), Post-Paranormal Liberation War Arc (My Hero Academia), Final War Arc Spoilers (My Hero Academia), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Manga Spoilers, Spoilers, No Lesbians Die, we die like katsuki

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60626836

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Rest in Peace, I Guess

rest in peace, i guess by b00mgh

Midoriya interrupts Bakugo, and Bakugo does not like being interrupted, so he screams, offhandedly, “Shut the fuck up and die, nerd!” And Midoriya turns to look at Bakugo, and he says “Okay,” and then he walks right off the edge of the building and the only reason he does not plummet 17 stories to the ground is because Aizawa has over a decade of pro hero experience and reflexes much faster than the tabby cat, Princess Matryoshka Waffle Enzyme, that is waiting for him to refill her half-full bowl at home. And then, of course, there's the bridge and the rocks in his pockets and the knife and the three bleach milkshakes, all while the rest of the class desperately tries to stop him.

A crack fic where Midoriya keeps trying to die, and the rest of the class keeps not letting him.

Words: 4110, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Class 1-A, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Additional Tags: Suicidal Midoriya Izuku, Suicide Attempt, but make it funny, Class 1-A Shenanigans, Minor Character Death, im so sorry yall but i promise its mostly funny, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Crack, Angst

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34003675

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Attached: Words Lost in Translation Pt.2

Type: (mini)-series,  Modern-college-professor AU… aka the wrong attachment AU ;)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader   Word count: 4110

Summary: There’s a new handsome guy in your history class – a foreign student from Milan, Italy. Somehow Bucky knew from the start that he would be a problem.

And now it looks like your substitute professor - no other than Steve Rogers, your boyfriend - will have to save you from having to go on a date with Daniel. Perfetto.

A/N: Attached: Words Lost in Translation is a 3-part addition to the Attached series.

A/N: Many thanks to my lord and saviour @chase-your-dreams-away​ for her help with Italian bits which you’ll find in the fic :-* Based on a post sent to me by lovely @wxstedhexrt​ ♥

Warnings: smug insistent jerk, mentions of harassment, brief panic, threat of violence if you squint, swearing (a lot), and some possessive bf SR

Story masterlist

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Had your brain had been working, you would have been able to appreciate how fine the man at the professor stand was looking – wearing a perfectly-fitting dress pants, cream-coloured shirt and a dark suit jacket.

Had the situation been even a tiny bit different, you would have been thrilled to see him, instantly comforted by his mere presence, insanely grateful to have him distract you after you dealt with the menace of a guy claiming the seat next to you.

But the circumstances were what they were and you were positively mortified, because your unwanted suitor was about to challenge your beloved boyfriend to a duel without visibly throwing in a gauntlet; without Steve’s knowledge.

Then again, Steve might know all about your escapades with Daniel as far you were concerned, because him being here, while it could have been caused by many different things, was most definitely Bucky’s doing. He had probably told Steve everything.

For a brief moment, Steve’s gaze caught yours, lingering for just a moment, long enough to let you see the uncharacteristic cold of his beautiful cerulean irises, causing you to gulp in fright.

You were sure you were going to be sick, your stomach somersaulting when you imagined how this could turn out.

Oh Steve was mad, okay. He was very mad, at you – and you were so completely screwed-

A small smile graced his lips, a simple minute shift that allowed you breathe again. Well, if anything, he was about to be civil about it.

Or not. His brows furrowed as his gaze moved a little bit to the right to your companion, the gentle barely-there curve of his mouth straightening instantly. Oh, he absolutely knew who Daniel was.

“Good morning, almost afternoon, class. For those who don’t know me, I’m Professor Rogers and for today, I’ll be taking over Professor Barnes’ lecture,” Steve introduced himself simply and despite the situation at hand, you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach at his ‘professor voice’ – and yes, that was a thing, you had found yourself on the receiving end of it multiple times…always pleasant ones. “He had to leave because of an urgent personal matter-“

I bet he fucking had to-

“-and he sends his apologies for not letting you know sooner, not that he let me know particularly on time.”

A few chuckles sounded around the class as Steve’s eyes roamed over it with a quirk to his brow.

You practically feel Daniel radiate smugness next to you as he leaned closer, whispering in your ear conspiratorially, sensing an easy win.

“I hope you like Italian cuisine, bellezza,” he hummed self-assuredly and you gave him ana annoyed side-eye as he already bragged, thinking himself a winner of your bet.

And then it dawned to you, through the fog of unexpected events.

There was an upside in Steve being in the class after all; if Daniel had been tasked to catch Steve off guard… well. Even with Steve apparently being informed late about the substitute situation, your problem was solved; no dinner with the jackass sitting next to you.

You just hoped that he would leave you alone after failing to earn today’s date.

And that Steve wouldn’t see much of your ‘normal’ interaction with Daniel, because otherwise you’d be in even bigger trouble than you already were. Or Daniel would. Or Steve would. Probably all of you now that you thought about it.

You mentally prayed Steve had more restraint than your Italian classmate; seeing as Professor Rogers’ shoulders seemed even broader than usual, tense and intimidating, just like the strange glint in his eyes despite his easy smiles, you assumed your prayers should be very much needed.

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About thirty minutes into the lesson, it appeared that the big guy up there took mercy on you, because Daniel had been surprisingly well-behaved, at least when it came to you and kept his hands to himself. Not that you felt like celebrating that, not with Steve probably knowing all about the previous advances anyway.

Otherwise, he had been acting like himself; he had already tried to correct Steve twice and failed, just like with three attempts to ask a question in order to find a gap in Steve’s knowledge. Every time Steve cooled him down, growing visibly less patient with him, caused you to bite into your cheek to supress a smile, because you might have been in deep shit, but you could at least enjoy the show.

And Daniel getting his ass handed to him in a duel that Steve might and might not know about (oh, he knew, we was well-aware that he had the chance to show his dominance, alright, and yes, somewhere in the back of your mind, you thought it was maybe a tiny bit stupid, the stroking of his ego, and that it was also ultimately hot) – was certainly a sight to behold.

Out of blue, a finger poked your thigh, making you nearly jump out of your skin, your head automatically whirling to Daniel in irritation at his intrusion.

The angry ‘WHAT’ got stuck in your throat when he winked at you, his whole expression lit up as a kid’s on Christmas Day.

Shit, you could practically see the metaphorical lightbulb above his head as he made a show of pointedly raising his hand to catch professor’s attention.

You held your breath as Steve noticed him, mild annoyance creeping into his voice as he stopped explaining his thing and encouraged Daniel to speak.

“Yes, Mr. Gallo?” Steve sighed, apparently torn between trying hard not to show his irritation and not caring at all if it was on display.

To your utter horror, your classmate smiled brightly, lowering his hand—and visibly pointing at you.

“Will she go to dinner with me tonight?”

Your vision turned black for a second and it seemed that the whole world just stopped moving. Every shuffle of paper, every faint whisper, absolutely everything went silent in the class. Hell, your heart probably gave out too, pointedly quiet.

The silence sounded so ominous with the anticipation of a storm that even dropping a pin would be a deafening noise in the frozen space. You would swear that everyone sans Daniel and Steve held their breaths… because despite Daniel’s obvious ignorance, the whole damn year – if not the whole damn school – was aware that you were with Steve.

Your gaze reluctantly refocused on the man in question, terrified of what you would see – and you met with the sight of Steve’s eyebrows practically disappearing in his hairline as a sign of surprise; but his eyes, oh his eyes definitely darkened, that much you could tell even from a distance. And his shoulders squared, seemingly enormous in the dark suit.

Oh God, please don’t let him snap at Daniel. Or me. But now mostly Daniel, because we so don’t need another scandal-

Your eyes registered what he was saying before your ears did; a single syllable spoken on an even volume, in fact spoken softly even… and somehow carrying more menace than if shouted.

“No.”

Daniel grew fucking radiant next to you, completely unaware of what was happening as the whole class released a breath, because no one lost an arm or got their neck broken in the purely verbal exchange. Seriously, you didn’t understand how could Daniel be so completely oblivious to the fact that the question he had asked was much more severe and daring than he could ever imagine.

He thought he won and you, honestly, were torn, because Daniel created an amazing paradox that made your brain, already numb from the emotion in Steve’s voice – or the lack of it –, switch off altogether. After all, if you didn’t want to go out with Daniel, then Steve was correct thus you didn’t have to go on the date. However, in a way, you had promised to Daniel to go.

You couldn’t wrap your damn mind around it and Steve kept glaring at Daniel as the guy basked in his supposed victory, until he noticed the professor still staring and actually had the decency to shrink into his seat for a bit.

Steve’s gaze flickered to you – sending you into a cardiac arrest with the intensity of his glare, speaking thousands of words and yet remaining scarily silent – before he averted it in favour of staring down the main culprit.

“And I’ll have to ask both of you to come talk to me after the class is finished.”

Oh yes. You were totally screwed and all three of you were in trouble.

Daniel didn’t seem to realize such though, spinning to you on his chair openly the moment Steve dismissed the class as if he hadn’t been scolded by the professor.

He actually had the audacity to grin at you so cockily that you considered punching his face, saving Steve the trouble of doing it himself (he did look like that could be what he was about to do and you’d rather if he didn’t). If you socked Daniel in his jaw, you’d get the satisfaction and Steve would keep his record without staining it with lost his temper while on the job. Fucking win-win. Let’s do this.

“So. What time am I picking you up?” Daniel hummed confidently, arching an eyebrow in challenge.

Yep, punching it was. You couldn’t believe this guy-

Refraining from violence for few more moments, before the urge truly turned unbearable, you took a deep breath and nodded in Steve’s direction, taking care to refer to him properly: “Professor Rogers wanted to talk to us.”

Daniel rolled his eyes at your poor attempt at deflection and clicked his tongue. “Come on, he can wait five more seconds.”

“Rude to keep him waiting,” you opposed, irked by his attitude… again. Your mind was made. “Plus, he was right, you know. I’m not going out with you.”

Daniel’s eyebrows jumped, one corner of his lips quirking. “Bet’s a bet-“

“Mr. Gallo?” Steve’s impatient voice interrupted the bragger, who turned to him in acknowledgement, not wanting to make him too mad, apparently. As long he was concerned, he had you in his pocket, after all. But did he? “I don’t have all day. And if you could bring the poor girl you’re apparently pursuing with you.”

At that, even you shot Steve a look; his tone was speaking volumes, but you had a hard time reading it anyway.

Poor girl? Really? Was that a promise of what you’d be once he was done with you?

You swallowed your fear, ignoring the pounding of your heart and swiftly stood up, stalking to the stand with Daniel at your heels.

Steve’s strict gaze flickered between the two of you as he crossed his arms on his chest expectantly.

“So. You two want to tell me what that was about? Are we back to high school or what?”

“I’m sorry about hi-“

“There was a bet,” Daniel exclaimed matter-of-factly, causing you to whirl around to shot him an incredulous look.

Really? Straight to the point? He truly had no shame, did he?

But then again, you learned that a while ago.

“A bet,” Steve parroted sceptically. “You chose academic soil for betting… Professor Barnes’s class, no less?”

Daniel ignored the fact that Steve was looking down at him as if he was a low-life and gave you a side eye.

“Yes, Professor, we did-“

“And you think that it’s appropriate? Letting it interrupt a class on top of that, dragging a professor into it?”

You squirmed, wrapping your arms around yourself. Steve spared you a brief glance before he continued glaring murder at your classmate.

You knew that what you had done was probably wrong, but you had expected Bucky, who was pretty easy-going for a scholar; and it had seemed like a better option than punching Daniel.

It had got enormously out of hand, you were aware, but more than having a prof involved, you regretted having involved Steve.

You guessed it was time to face the music.

“I truly apologize, Professor Rogers,” you whispered guiltily, lowering your gaze so you didn’t have to face him, his expression no doubt screaming disappointment. 

Something told you that he had been hoping that Daniel was to blame – which he was, but not entirely – and now you were telling him that nope, you were the culprit… sorta. You felt your body shiver as you sensed Steve’s attention shift to you. You also heard the desk creak slightly under his weight – he must have leaned onto it.

“The bet was your idea?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, actually feeling tears pricking your eyes. You nodded and Steve’s reaction was immediate; it was impossible to miss the way his voice softened a fraction when he asked the next question and it made you feel even worse—but goddammit, if Daniel just had left you in peace-

“Why don’t you tell me what it was about?”

“We’ve been flirting-“ Daniel started off, only to get interrupted by a harsh voice.

“I asked her, Mr. Gallo! And mind your tone, please.”

The coldness toward Daniel curiously warmed your heart, a tiny relief spreading in your tense shoulders.

You could do this – this was Steve. He was on your side – at least as long as your suitor, as he had so elaborately put it, was around. Then it might be another story, but you had to deal with one problem at a time.

You cleared your throat and minded to straighten your back, raising your gaze to meet Steve’s. You could feel the encouragement he was giving you, but you could also feel the anger bubbling under the surface rolling off of him.

“Eh, you see, Professor Rogers, it’s just like you said. Daniel was—uhm, he-“ you stumbled over your words nervously as you caught the glint of fury in Steve’s eyes, distracting yourself by pointing at the guy as if it was wasn’t painfully obvious who you were talking about.

“He has been… pursuing me for a while now-“ Steve’s jaw clenched at the admission and even though you supposed he already knew that, it wasn’t any more pleasant to hear that you’d been keeping it from him for a while now. “I-I suppose I wasn’t sending clear enough signals that—ugh, that I wasn’t- wasn’t interested,” your low voice picked up volume as you emphasized that you were not flirting back, pleading Steve to understand… but at the same time, you couldn’t mask the guilt you were feeling and you wanted him to know that you were sorry.

Steve didn’t avert your gaze for a second, listening intently, body rigid.

You quickly hurried to explain the rest, your pulse dangerously high, your face burning.

“Anyway, he was getting-- rather daring and annoying. So, I thought I’d end it once for all. I agreed to go to dinner with him if he managed to ask the professor a question he would answer incorrectly. He apparently thought that this was the most brilliant approach... I’m sorry for- I’m sorry.”

The silence that followed was heavy, sneaking into your lungs and making it hard to breathe, Steve’s unwavering gaze at you causing you to feel like you shrunk several feet. To anyone else, he might appear calm and collected – but you knew him. You could see the unspoken rage, boiling behind the unnaturally cold blue of his irises; what you couldn’t decode was whom it was aimed at… more.  

And you couldn’t take it anymore, looking away from him, fighting the tears of anger, humiliation and shame.

“I see,” Steve stated evenly, rising to his full height. “You’ve got anything to add, Mr. Gallo?”

That asshole had the audacity to keep his stupid smug smile on his stupidly handsome face as he shrugged.

“Not much. I would probably disagree on the signals-“ he echoed your words sarcastically, earning an unimpressed glare from Steve; upon that, he cleared his throat and lost about 2% of his arrogance. “While I am sorry for interrupting your class, I am not. Thank you, Professor Rogers, you’ve been very helpful.”

You breathed in shakily when you saw Steve’s hand clench into a fist, a minute jerk of his muscles as he probably felt fresh surge of anger at Daniel’s audacity; the air shifted in a matter of seconds, Steve’s aura changing instantly.

You held your breath in dismay. Surely Steve wouldn’t-

“Oh was I?” Steve challenged the younger man wryly, scanning him head to toe. And that you didn’t expect, because… because it looked like Steve was about to bring the pissing contest that had been going on during the class to another level. His next words left no room for discussion. “To her certainly. I answered correctly, so she is free.”

You blinked in shock, not following. Was he about to argue for the ‘she doesn’t want to go, so she won’t go’ point you had considered pulling before?

Daniel chuckled nervously as he sensed the air change as well. The strangest thing was, Steve didn’t seem angry. He looked almost… smug.

…why?

“Eeeeh, no, you didn’t-“

“Yes I did,” Steve said resolutely, easing his posture in order to tower slightly above your classmate. “She won’t be having dinner with you tonight.”

“Yes, she will,” Daniel chuckled derisively as if it was far too obvious and Steve was being stupid. “She said that if-“

“I heard her. I heard you too. And I’m telling that she won’t be having dinner with you tonight.”

Daniel’s confusion was almost palpable, but then again, so was yours.

“She’ll be having dinner with me.”

The shriek coming out of your mouth-- you only imagined that, right? You did not release that sound even if Steve just--- he- did he just tell Daniel that-?

You felt yourself turn into a statue, eyes probably tragicomically wide when Steve’s tension vanished, his lips spreading in a positively sweet smile, sending it your direction. There was no malice in it – for now. However, you could tell he was enjoying the way he rendered both you and Daniel speechless immensely.

There was no mistaking the sparks of mischief and possession, barely covered by the genuine affection shining in his gaze.

“Like most of the nights,” he added for a good measure and you were ready to pass out. And then he made it all better: “You liked the lecture, sweetheart? I know Bucky’s hard to live up to.”

The petname snapped you from the trance; you swallowed the fear of consequences – the fight-in-making with Steve and a fit from Daniel –, and returned the smile, taking the two steps to Steve’s side.

He tenderly grasped your forearm and slipped two fingers under your ¾ sleeve to caress the sensitive skin, sending pleasant shivers up your spine.

Alright… in for a penny, in for a pound it was. You threw caution out of the window, along with the worries about the upcoming dealing with Steve; like you said, one problem at a time. If Steve had decided to show Daniel hat you were, well, you could as well join.

“Well, uhm, if anything, I think you certainly left an impression, Steve.”

One corner of Steve’s lips lifted in a lop-sided smile as he must have remembered that he had doubted doing exactly that when he had entered Bucky’s class the first time and unwittingly become your muse.

Also, he probably appreciated you not saying a word about the boys’ night, which was bound to get in the way of you two in fact having the aforementioned dinner.

“That’s all I can ask for, sweetheart,” he murmured, arm snaking around your waist and gently pulling you to his side, sending a clear message.

She’s mine. Fuck off.

“No.”

Safe in Steve’s arms, you almost had to laugh at the incredulous sound Daniel made.

Steve’s smile slipped, on the other hand, his demeanour hard and uncompromising.

“Yes,” came his reply, scarily calm as his shoulders squared.  

And yet, despite his stern posture, the kiss he dropped to your hairline was soft and had you automatically melting into him no matter how taken aback you were at the turn of events.

Comfort and safety. He had you.

Protectiveness melting into possessiveness. He’d never let this filthy guy touch you again-

“No way. You- you’re not-“ Daniel stuttered, actually taking a step back as a doubtful chuckle left his lips. It made your blood boil that he suddenly thought so little of you, that you could never – because Steve was clearly out of your league. Well, you certainly thought so sometimes, but that wasn’t the point. It was insulting, really, how shocked he seemed. “You’re not dating a-”

“Professor? This specimen?” you tried to finish his sentence, making a point of laying a palm on Steve’s chest. His warm one covered your hand in an instant and you couldn’t but look up at him and smile gratefully, suddenly feeling much stronger. “Why? Because he’s too good for me? Maybe. But maybe he thinks I’m principessa too.”

Due to the close proximity, you could feel every muscle tense in Steve’s body, his fingers digging into your flesh, and only then it occurred to you that trying to sass Daniel by throwing his special petname for you back at him was not the best idea, seeing as it was a new and very much unwelcomed information for Steve.

Welp, too late.

“It’s—that’s not the--- dating professors is against the-“

“Rules?” Steve interrupted, raising a challenging eyebrow. He stepped forward, slipping from the embrace, your hand limply sliding down his chest and falling to your side as he stood between you and Daniel as a human shield. It was comforting, to be honest. And kinda hot. “It’s not. Educate yourself better at the university policy if you feel the need. Then maybe you’d realize that harassing women is against the rules and good morality. From what I heard, that’s exactly what you’ve been doing.”

Your stomach clenched and you weren’t sure how to feel about that. Was that what Bucky told him? That Daniel had been harassing you? Not that it wasn’t the truth you guessed, but you expected Bucky to paint you in worse light. That was… unexpected to say at least.

What did it mean for you though? Did that mean that Steve wasn’t angry with you at all then? But—

Or was this an act for Daniel? You didn’t think so… mostly because you had never heard Steve so cold and calculating and honestly, he was scaring you a bit as he towered over Daniel – even if it was to protect you.

Daniel’s throat worked visibly as he faced Steve, having to look up not only because Steve was taller, but also because his mere presence, as always, felt enormous.

“So, Mr.Gallo, I’d truly appreciate if you left my girlfriend alone before this grows into a bigger problem.”

Fuck, if you weren’t worried about how Steve would react when you were alone – he... he wouldn’t break up with you over this asshole, would he? – you’d actually be very proud of your boyfriend and his choice of words. That was the best indirect threat you could actually think of.

Before I lose my patience.

Before you regret it.

Before we take this outside.

Anything like that could be considered dangerous for Steve’s position, giving Daniel ammunition – he could complain that Steve was threatening him. But not this.

“Do we have an understanding?” Steve practically growled, causing Daniel to wince and take another minor step back.

“Yes,” he shrieked, quickly swallowing to even his high-pitched voice. He didn’t dare to as much as peek around Steve’s form to look at you. “Crystal clear, Professor Rogers.”

“Glad to hear that.”

You could imagine the wolfish smile Steve gave him as Daniel hurried to pick up his stuff and swiftly walked out of the auditorium without sparing you a glance or a single word.

Though you would swear you heard him muttering under his breath; it sounded a lot like…. troia? But you couldn’t be sure, because you still couldn’t speak Italian and the only thing it reminded you of was the Troy War and something told you that was not it. In fact, you were pretty sure it was some sort of an insult – just giving another reason for Steve’s glare to follow him and remaining fixed on the door long moments after he was gone.

Steve sighed heavily and as you saw his torso expand with an inhale, you felt like he sucked out all the air from the room. Somehow, even with Daniel gone, the atmosphere tasted ominous – if not worse than before.

Steve didn’t look at you as he grabbed his things, beckoning you to gather yours. He didn’t meet your gaze when he was waiting for you.

“Come on. Let’s get out of this damn room before I lose my mind and do something I’ll regret later.”

Yeah. It was definitely worse than before.

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Part 3 (final for A:WLiT)

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Vocabulary: Belleza - pretty chick... (really, I just simply assured that it’s something a smug jackass like Daniel would call a woman) Troia - bitch 

Thank you for reading!

Also, thank you for your reactions to the previous chapter, they seemed to vary from calling her a dumbass and feeling sorry for her, mostly calling Daniel a jerk and other names... 

I hope you enjoyed this one too. Buckle up for the last part, people, and don’t forget to read the warnings before diving in 😉

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I was tagged by @autumnblue . Thank you for tagging me ^^

Name: Vivian

Zodiac: Virgo

Height: I guess 5′3

Hogwarts house: Slytherin

Last thing I googled: Right now I googeled what 162cm in feet is

Song stuck in my head: 'Kann das bitte so bleiben' from ELIF

Number of followers: 4110 and I am so thankful for every single one.

Amount of sleep: Always inbetween 7 and 8

Lucky number: I don't have one

Dream job: Movie director

Wearing: As usual a hoodie and some shorts

Favorite song: Right now I don't have a favourite song.

Favorite instrument: Piano

Favorite author: Antonia Michaelis (German Author)

Aesthetic: I really don't know

Favorite animal sound: The purring of a cat

Random fact: I am studying computer science for media

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Forecast Discussion

Product: Forecast Discussion Issued: 2025 Jun 15 0030 UTC Prepared by the U.S. Dept. of Commerce, NOAA, Space Weather Prediction Center Solar Activity .24 hr Summary... Solar activity reached high levels. Region 4105 (S15W71, Eki/beta) produced an M6.8/1n flare at 14/2301 UTC, and an M1.0/Sf flare at 14/1804 UTC. Moderate growth occurred in Region 4114 (N17E26, Dki/beta-gamma) while Region 4105 had new flux emergence north of its leader spots. Slight growth and flux emergence also occurred in Region 4110 (N06W58, Eai/beta). Slight growth and development occurred in Region 4116 (S12E26, Dao/beta). A narrow CME was observed off the SW limb in SOHO/LASCO C2 imagery at 14/0312 UTC that was associated with C2.8 flare at 14/0307 UTC from Region 4105. Modelling of the event indicated no Earth-directed component. .Forecast... Solar activity is likely to be moderate (R1-R2, Minor-Moderate) with a slight chance for X-class flares (R3-Strong) through 17 Jun. Energetic Particle .24 hr Summary... The greater than 2 MeV electron flux was at normal to moderate levels. The greater than 10 MeV proton flux was at background levels. .Forecast... The greater than 2 MeV electron flux is expected to be at moderate to high levels on 15-17 Jun. There is a slight chance for a greater than 10 MeV proton event (S1-Minor) through 17 Jun. Solar Wind .24 hr Summary... Solar wind parameters were indicative of a transition to a positive polarity CH HSS. Solar wind speed increased from approximately 430 km/s to between 480-535 km/s. Total field decreased from 17 nT to near 7 nT. Phi angle was mostly positive. .Forecast... HSS conditions are expected to persist through the forecast period (15-17 Jun) with variations in solar wind speed. An increase in speed is possible later on 16 June when there is a better connection with the HSS. Geospace .24 hr Summary... The geomagnetic field was at unsettled to G1 (Minor) storming due to a combination of CME/CH HSS effects. .Forecast... HSS activity is expected to cause unsettled to active periods on 15-17 Jun. G1 (Minor) geomagnetic storm periods are likely on 15-16 Jun.

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Halfway There

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by Basically_wat

Isn't she lovely? Isn't she wonderful? Isn't she pretty? Truly the angels' best.

When Zayn and Harry's daughters are put in the same class, the same one Harry happens to be the teacher of, they can't help but feel a pull. Like a magnet. But can they risk that..? Is it worth it? Plus the baggage. The problems. Is it just, too much?

(This will take place in an au where the boys live in a small town in Colorado. I've only really seen them living in New York or LA in other fits so I figured switch it up for once.)

Words: 4110, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Zayn Malik, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Original Styles Child(ren), Original Malik Child(ren), Original Female Character(s)

Relationships: Zayn Malik/Harry Styles

Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Teacher Harry, Journalist Zayn Malik, Car Accidents, Single Parents

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I Can’t Quit

BTS

Kim Taehyung/Reader

Genre: Highschool AU, Violence?, Angst, Romance

Words: 4.7k 

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You just... disappeared.  

He was a stupid kid.  Not doing what he was supposed to. Never listening.  never giving a shit about school. Not caring about people around him. Sure he had a few people he could consider friends, but he’d choose his own solitude over them any day of the week.  

He was a trouble maker. Landing himself in the back of a police car or sitting in a detention cell more often than is advised for someone so young and still not graduated.  He was only 18, a year behind his old classmates.  His failure to show up to school and attended classes his junior year forced the school to make him repeat his year.  Not that he really cared.  

He never properly dropped out, so even if he never attended, he was still enrolled.  His name was ever skipped over in the roster because everyone knew he would never be in the seat that was originally assigned to him. No one cared, so he didn’t either. 

Then, someone transferred into his class. Of course, he didn’t know, nor care, but she heard about him.  She heard about stories and even asked teachers about him. He had a black record and she had a clean one. Maybe all he needed was little push from her.  From you. 

You had gotten his address off a paper in the teachers’ lounge once.  So, you had left school early to investigate.  You didn’t know the streets too well, not being from here, but you somehow managed.  

Coming to a large apartment building, you checked the address and started climbing the stairs up to the 7th floor.  Out of breath, you walked the outdoor hall, the ground so far below you, making chills run up your spine from the height.  Soon, you found the apartment door you wanted.  

Apartment 411. Envelopes, magazines, newspapers, papers, and mail were all shoved into the mailbox that hung by the door.  The numbers on the door looked rusty and obviously not taken care of as they sat directly below the peephole. Bottles of beer and cans of Dr. Pepper sat outside the door with boxes of old newspapers and trash bags filled with garbage threatening to burst. 

You took a breath and lightly knocked on the door.  There was no response at first.  So, you knocked again, only this time calling inside from out here. 

“Hello!  Is someone home right now! My name is Y/n, and I just transferred to the high school downtown.  Is Kim Taehyung living here?”  Still not a single response. A normal person would’ve left when there was apparently no one home or not one wants to answer, but you stayed put.  

You stood with your hands together in front of you, staring straight at the door. Someone would have to come in or go out at some point. You probably stood there for 40 minutes, feeling your legs shiver and go numb due to the cold air hitting your revealing legs. 

“Hey!”  You jumped as you looked to your right, seeing a boy standing not too far from you. He wore torn up, dirty jeans, and you saw a grey tee-shirt peeking out from under his zipped up, black jacket.  His hood was flipped up but his hair was dark.  His bangs covered his eyes and he just looked like someone you wouldn’t want to get involved with. 

“Oh, um- good evening.” You bowed as he just rolled his gloomy eyes and started towards you.  You stood up and flinched as he took a key from his pocket, unlocked the door labeled 4110 and opened it up.  He was halfway in when you called to him, shaking off your shock. “W-wait! Do you live here?”  He stopped and didn’t even look back to you. 

“So, what if I do?” His cold response mirrored the dark interior of the apartment you just were barely able to see. All the lights were off, and the curtains in the back wall were drawn.  It was so dark, even though it was was still just past noon. 

“Um, well, I was wondering if you were maybe Kim Taehyung?”  He rolled his neck and huffed.  He pushed his tongue against his cheek, not that you knew that. He spun around and grabbed you. Yanking the collar of your school uniform, he tugged you to your toes and glared down at you. 

You gasped as you unconsciously raised your hands to brace yourself or release his hold on you.  You winced as the fabric of your uniform tugged against the back of your neck harshly with his force on the front of it. He blew your bangs out of your face to look clearly at you. 

“Did the school send you?” He seethed.  You shook your head, almost whimpering. “Stay the fuck away from me.”  He shoved you backward.  You stumbled over a fallen beer can and fell to your bottom as you hit the back concrete divider of the floor.  Uniform a mess, hair unkempt and palms scratchy from bracing for the fall.  You hissed in pain. 

You didn’t get a chance to look back at him as he quickly slammed his apartment door shut.  You just looked shocked at the door.  This guy was crazy, a psychopath!  Who just grabs a girl like that and throws her!  But... it was strange.  The brief moment you got to look into his eyes, you saw something.  Something underneath the anger and rage and hate.  

Something that made you promise yourself to come back against tomorrow. 

The next day was Sunday. The day off from school.  You wore shorts and a loose, u-neck tee-shirt.  You figured if he grabbed you against, something loose and comfortable wouldn’t hurt you so much. With your brown ankle boots and a minute amount of bravery, you stood in front of his door again.  This time, a plastic bag in your hand.  Full of food and drinks for him.  The way he lived, it looked bad.  

Some packaged chicken, instant porridge packs, bottles of water and even a bottle of Dr. Pepper should be enough for a day or so.  You looked at the bag.  You didn’t even know if he’d accept it, let alone open the door if he was home. You reached your hand out to knock but stopped.  

“Coward,” you called yourself. You sighed as you pulled a small notebook from your side bag and a pen.  Writing a note down, you ripped the page to and stuffed it into the bag and set the bag down.  You took a breath and hammered your fist on the door before taking off down the outside hall.  

You ran just slow enough for Taehyung to catch your back run down the stairs after he opened the door. 

He looked down at his bare feet, seeing the bag.  Squatting down, you inspected the insides.  Seeing what was inside, he poked his cheek with his tongue again and ruffled his hair.  True, he was only eating instant noddles the past week or two, and the food in the bag was more than tempting to devour, he just shook his head.  

Seeing your note, he grabbed it and read it.  

“It’s wrong to grab a lady like that.  I’ll let you get off with a warning this time, Taehyung.  Please eat and call me if you need anything else.  -You’re classmate, Y/n.” 

He grabbed the bag and took it inside, setting it on a table by the door as he sat and slipped on his shoes at the landing at the door. His shoes were worn, grey and falling apart.  He grabbed his jacket, zipping it up and flipping his hood up. He grabbed a duffle bag at his feet and left his apartment, locking up behind him.  He took a sucker from his bag and unwrapped it and placed it on his tongue. 

“Stupid girl.” 

You were woken up at 2 AM Monday morning by your phone ringing.  You groaned as you looked at the screen.  An unknown number?  You considered not answer it, but you found yourself swiping to pick up the call.  Sitting up and swiping your hair back you answered. 

“Hm, hello?” 

“I need someone to pick me up from the police station.”  

“Uh, do I know you?”

“You left your number in that bag this morning.”  Your tired brain tried working and soon you could come up with only one conclusion. You gasped as you were more awake, more alert. 

“Taehyung?!” You heard him sigh, that was confirmation enough. “Wha-what are you doing at the police station at this time?!  Oh my god, I have school today!” 

“Just get down here and get me.  I’m tired and you're loud.”  You couldn’t protest anymore as you looked at your screen. 

“That jerk just hung up on me!”  Nonetheless, you were out of bed and throwing on a jacket and slipping on flats before running out of your house.  Thankfully your parents were both stuck on graveyard shifts at work tonight, they wouldn’t be back until 6 or 8. 

You burst into the police station a mess.  Hair a wild, tangled mess.  Face red from your running.  red Sleep shorts, hot pink tank top, and lime green jacket all not matching at all.  Barefaced and exhausted.  You were sure you had bags under your eyes from being woken up so early.  You leaned against a wall to catch your breath and then made your way to the desk. 

“Um, Kim Taehyung, I’m here to pick him up?”  The officer examined you.  

“Never seen you pick him up before. What’s your relationship to him?” 

“Oh, I’m his cousin.” The lie just slipped through your teeth before you could stop it.  “I’m from Ilsan-gu, I just moved here recently for my parents' job.” The office just shrugged, more wanting Taehyung to just get out of his hair already. 

“Kim! Your pick up if here!  Get out!”  From the door to your left came Taehyung.  Hand shoved into his pockets, hood down and bored looking.  You marched over to him, more than a little annoyed. He looked down at you and you just rolled out of bed form. 

“You look like shit.”  You reacted by kicked his shin, making him wince and pull his hands out of his pockets to hold his leg.  The officers behind you held back a laugh or a small ‘ooo’ sound.  Never seen someone treat Taehyung like you just did.  You put your hands on your hips, looking down at his crouched form. 

“Whose fault is that?!  I jumped out of bed on a school morning you moron!” You bent and grabbed his arm, tugging him up. “We’re leaving!”  You dragged him out as you bowed and bid farewell to the officers.  Taehyung watched your shoulders, square and tense.  He almost laughed. 

“You can let go of me now.”  You spun around, still holding his arm as you still looked angrier than a florist seeing flowers being stomped on. 

“No, I can’t.  I’m going to drag you all the way back to your apartment so I can go home and sleep for 2 more hours before I have to be awake and getting ready for school.”

“I can literally leave my apartment whenever I want.  It’s my apartment.” 

“But you won’t!  You hear me Kim Taehyung.  Stay in that stupid home of yours until 6 AM and you're a free born kid again.” He was going to argue back but you start yanking him along again. 

True detail, you lugged him all the way home. Going up the stairs behind dragged was something more difficult than he thought. When you stood in front of his door,  you demanded his key. He refused as he unlocked it himself. He opened the door and you started to go inside, but he stopped you, grabbing you instead.

“You can’t come inside.” 

“The hell I can’t.  You officially owe me.”  You ignored him as you stepped inside and he trailed after you. Just as you thought, the inside was a mess.  Trash was scattered around and the lights were still out, making it twice as dark.  “Where are the lights.”  He flicked on the entry light and you sighed. “That’s better.”  

“Just be quiet."

“Whatever.”  You stepped inside and looked around, clicking on a small lamp.  You looked at a shut door and went towards it to check inside.  

“Stay out of there.  My little sister is sleeping.”  You gasped.  He was such a nuisance and he had a little sister?! You turned to him but stopped when he was holding out the bag you left the previous morning. “Why did you leave this?” You took it from him and went into his kitchen.  You sighed at the stack of dirty dishes. 

You popped the container of chicken into the microwave and told him to sit down at the table cluttered with boxes and junk. He did so, as you soon put the container in front of him with a pair of disposable chopsticks still in their wrapping and a bottle of water.  

“Eat and go to bed.  I’m going home.”  He pulled apart the chopsticks and stayed silent as he popped a piece into his mouth and chewed. So he could be obedient.  You went back to the door and slipped your shoes back on, adjusted them on your heel.  Without a word, you left, locking the door behind you before you shut the door.  Leaving Taehyung in his dimly lit kitchen to think, chicken in front of him as he sighed and pulled out his phone. 

From: Unknown number Get home safe stupid girl

The next day, Taehyung left at noon and came back home around 5 in the afternoon.  He stood outside his door and heard a commotion inside.  He figured his sister brought home another friend and thought nothing of it as he stepped inside.  

Instead of another middle schooler, he was met with you standing in your uniform without your blazer, carrying a load of laundry in your arms. The sucker he held in his mouth that was nearly all gone nearly slipped from his tongue at the sight of you once again in his house. 

You only glanced at him as you kept walking around. “Close your mouth Taehyung, you look stupid.”  You quipped as you then smiled and shouted to someone in the house. “Hey, Jennie!  Can you help me with these clothes!” 

“Coming!”  Soon, Taehyung’s little sister came running out of her room, changed out of her uniform and in a comfortable skirt and tucked in blouse.  Hair up and smiling. “Should I bring my uniform too?”  

“Yes. Do that.  We can wash it for tomorrow.” She nodded as he grabbed it from her hanger and trotted to your side.  Taehyung kicked off his shoes and briskly stepped into his home and crunched on his sucker. 

“Jennie, did you let her in here?!” Taehyung asked his sister.  She nodded.  

“She said she’s a friend of yours. She’s really good at cleaning!” 

“How many times have I told you to not listen to strangers.”  

“Stop nitpicking Taehyung.  Get out of the way if you don’t want to help.”  You retorted as he just stomped to his room and locked himself inside. He listened to Jennie as he stood at his door.  He sighed as he tossed the empty sucker stick into the trash bin in his room and flopped onto his bed. 

“Well, she sounds like she’s having fun.” 

Taehyung had dozed off and woken up at half past 7.  The sun was setting now and he left the confines of his room. His living room and landing area were all clean.  Outside the balcony door hung laundry that blew and dried in the wind. He heard noise in the kitchen and went to investigate. Much to his annoyance, you were still there.  

Standing over the stove of his clean kitchen stirring something in a pot. You had washed and dried his dishes and cleaned his counters.  You even cleaned and wiped down his fridge, all while emptying anything inside that was expired and bad. You looked over your shoulder and saw him.  You turned the burner off and moved to grab a couple of bowls from the cabinet. 

“You’ll need to restock your fridge and get something to fill those shelves or else you and Jennie are going to starve here.” 

“What is that?” He asked about the pot. You looked down into it and smiled. 

“Kimichi stew with pork belly and tofu.  It’s all I could make with what you had that wasn’t already bad.” He nodded as he came to stand beside you as you ladled the stew into the two bowls. 

“Why are you doing all this?” 

“I won’t pry, but you and Jennie seem to be living alone here.  I thought I’d help out.” 

“You don’t have to.” 

“I know.” There was silence for a moment. 

“Thank you.” 

10 minutes later, Jenni- who was doing her homework- sat at the table with Taehyung as the two of them ate.  You stood and nodded and as you moved to leave the kitchen. 

“Y/n!” Jennie called.  

“Yes?” 

“Aren’t you going to eat with us?” You smiled and shook your head. 

“No, I’m not.  It’s getting late, so I’m heading to my own home.  I think I’ve overstayed my welcome enough tonight.” Jennie whined as Taehyung watched her stare into her bowl of stew.  Jennie didn’t easily click with people, so this was odd for her to want someone to stay. 

“We can see her tomorrow,” Taehyung said as he took a piece of tofu and munched. 

“What?” 

“She said we needed to go shopping.  I’ll go with her and you can see her when she comes back with it.”  Jennie smiled and even if you didn’t approve of this, Jennie smiling made you crumble.  You officially had to go. 

From then, that's how you forced yourself into Taehyung’s life. It took a while, but he even started smiling at you.  You’d drop by his apartment, text, and call with him, he even started helping you with homework you had.  He was a smart kid if only he’d go back to school.  

You were walking from school once when you stopped at the gates when Taehyung called your cell. Picking up you stopped and stood under a tree out of the way of leaving students. 

“Tae? What’s up? I thought you had plans today?” 

“Nah, I decided to cancel.  You still on campus?” 

“Yeah.  I'm leaving now though. Why?” 

“I’m at the front gates.  Hurry up.” 

You pocketed your phone and as you got closer to the gates, you heard the mumbling of the students.  He really was here.  In his normal black jacket and jeans that didn’t have holes surprisingly.  Jacket unzipped for once as he showed off a white shirt.  He leaned against the gate’s brick wall as you approached and tapped his shoulder.

“Yo, what’s the occasion for you wanting to pick me up?”  

“Jennie was asking me to.  She wants to cook with you again.”  You slung your back you carried in your hand in front of you.  

“Oh, are you sure you didn’t miss me too?” You teased as he rolled his eyes and snatched your bag from you, slinging his arm over his shoulder and carrying your bag.

“Shut up.  Let’s go.”  You laughed as you trotted after him.  Leaving the whispers and sure to come rumors at your backside.

A week later, you were sitting reading on your phone when you got a text.  It was from an unknown number.  

From: Unknown Come to the school.  We need to talk, you and I.

You looked at it.  Was this Taehyung playing a prank on you?  You shot him a text asking him as you ultimately decided to go anyways.  There’s no harm in just showing up right?

Taehyung shot up in bed as he received your text.  He had just sat down after getting out of the shower and read it.  You had left to the school and ask him if he sent a text from someone else's phone to meet you there.  He quickly changed into sweats, a dirty shirt, and his jacket as he ran out of his room and out of his house.  Jennie calling after him what was wrong.  

He had a feeling he knew what this was about.  The people he blew off to pick you up from school the first time weren’t good people.  He’s been blowing them off for weeks now.  Refusing them money and rejecting the drugs they kept offering him.  They must have done some digging on why he’s changing and decided they needed to get to you to get to him.  He just wished he could run faster.

You made it to the school and texted the mystery person back, only for them to tell you to come up to the roof. Just as before, you sent a joke text to Taehyung, saying that the roof is a cliche meeting place. Not knowing that that text made Taehyung’s eyes burn.

He got to the schoolyard in record time, but it still felt like he had taken too long.  He quickly found an open window to climb in and start his treck up the stairs.  He burst through the roof access door and growled at the scene in front of him.  

You, dressed in those same stupid red shorts and a hoodie he recently got you.  Your collar was gripped by the street thug Your feet were bare of your flats as they lay away from you, your toes dragging on the harsh concrete ground of the roof. Your hair wisped around with the wind at such an altitude.

“Wow, he really did show up!”  The man was obviously high.  His shot out expression and stupid lack face showed it.  Taehyung looked at him and cringed.  Did he use to look like that?  Was he really that ugly and distorted once before too?

Ever since you showed up, he’s felt so much more human.  He was able to stop his habits bit by bit.  He was able to form a proper relationship with his little sister, helping her with her school work and even picking her outfits with her on the weekends when she wanted to go out to some sweets shop.  He learned to care about himself and his surrounds.  He’s learned to cook, clean and take care of what needs to be done.  You’ve even taught him how to smile.  

“Let her go.”  He stepped forward but stopped when the man pushed and shoved your body against and slightly over the edge of the roof.  You screamed as you gripped the man’s wrist, half of your body hanging over the 3 story building.  “Stop!”  Taehyung panicked.  

“Just come back, Tae.” The man slurred at him.  He wanted him to come back?  Back to what?  Sitting in alleyways, banging on trash cans, spray painting walls and sitting in the police station every week?  Huffing and smoking and drinking.  Killing himself a little more each day?  “We miss you, soo much.”  

“Don’t lie to me.  You just miss your stupid money boy.”  He was always the one to bring cash to the table. That’s all he was.  He may have thought he had friends before, but he didn’t.  He was too just blind to see that.  That response wasn’t the one the man wanted though.  He pushed you further against the low lining as your feet picked off the ground.  You whined as tears slipped out of your eyes.  “Let her go!”  

The man halted and tilted his head.  

“Let her go?” He questioned back.  Taehyung didn’t reply back, trying to figure out the tone of his voice.  It was odd, there was no way to describe the sick twang in it.  He smiled as he closed his eyes in a joyous expression.  “Alright.”  He pulled you back up towards him before he latched both hands around your neck and threw you down off the roof.  

Taehyung flung forwards, watching as you tried to grasp onto something.  The roofs edge, the man who pushed you, Taehyung’s hand that was far too far to reach.  When he reached the edge of the roof and looked over it, he stared in horror down to you.  You who lay in the bed of soil of the flower bed along the school's walls.  You weren’t moving, not making noise.  

He had half a mind to jump off after you, but he instead decided to use his fists again.  For the last time as he turned to the man beside him.  

“Taehyung!  We’re going to be late!!”  Taehyung scrambled around his room as he looped his tie around his neck.  He left his room as Jennie was at the door waiting for him.  He slipped his shoes on as Jennie stopped him.  “Wait!”

“What?”

“Your tie is all wrong.”  He fixed it as he rolled his eyes.  

“It’s not that big of a deal Jen.”

“It is!  It’s the start of the second semester today!  You haven’t been to school in forever.  You need to look like you want to be there.”

“But, I don’t?”

“Too bad.  You promised.”  She huffed as he smiled and pet her head.  

“Yeah, I know.”  The two siblings left their apartment and started their way to their schools.  It was the same route until the road split.  Jennie stopped her brother before she separated from him.

“Now, make sure not to fight.  And smile, oh and don’t forget to eat.  Your lunch is already in your bag.”  

“Yes, I know.  You told me all of this 3 times this morning already.”  Jennie stood for a moment more, wanting to ask something.  He smiled as he understood.  “We can go visit her after school.  I’ll pick you up, so just wait at your school gates.”  She smiled as she nodded and rushed off.  

When he got to class he was already late.  Classes started and he barged in, earning everyone’s attention.  The teacher sputtered at the sight of the brown haired former delinquent.  

“O-oh, Mr. Kim.  I wasn’t-”  

“Spare me.”  He noticed two empty desks.  One of which was holding a vase of flowers and the other completely bare.  He knew it was his desk and it was ironic that they were right beside each other.  He moved to sit and soon the silence was interrupted by the teacher clearing his throat and continuing on.  Taehyung stared at the desk next to him.  

The day ended as he picked up Jennie as promised and she yapped on about her day, while also demanding on his day was.  When they arrived at the hospital, they already knew where to go, having been here a few times already.  Knocking on a closed door, he opened it.

Jennie bounded it and sat on the edge of the hospital bed, already talking her head off to the woman lying peacefully in it.  Smiling and storytelling was Jennie’s favorite thing to do when they visited.  Taehyung sat his school bag on a table by the window and opened it for a bit of fresh air.  He pulled a chair and sat at the bedside of the patient.  

“Hey, Tae.  You think she’ll wake up soon?”  Taehyung reached out and brushed the girls bangs out of her face.  “Taehyung?”

“Of course she will.  We’ll just have to wait. Y/n will wake up, don’t you believe so too?” Ever since you were pushed, you somehow had just barely survived.  It was no shock that your body took so much damage it shut down in the sense that you slipped into a comatose state.  Taehyung and Jennie made sure to visit you as often as they could.  

Taehyung felt like he was stuck.  Walking around in a maze made of wire.  Not being able to get out, hearing your voice echo around him but never once seeing you.  He didn’t know which way to turn and which paths to take, but he knew better than to give up now.  

“I believe she’ll wake up too!”  Jennie cheered as he excused herself to grab a snack from the vending machine in the halls.  Taehyung took your hand.

“I can’t give up now. I won’t.  I promise.”  He said as you continued to sleep, peacefully in that pure white room. Disappearing for quite some time. 

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Assessment Task 3 p.1

@simonecaoadad @taneisharose @ninaandayaunsw

As a group, we agreed that we would like to create an event that is based around the topic of ‘desire’ because we felt as if everyone could relate to that feeling of wanting or needing something that we don’t have. 

This branched off to the idea of hosting an auction in our studio space, where the members of the class are invited to bid for a series of items before them. Inside these items is a mystery that no one knows, therefore, individuals are bidding for items that they do not know its worth. The act of bidding for the object reveals the persons desire to possess it as well as its content inside (if it even has anything inside it). We came up with this idea after talking about eBay and how there is an option to auction a product rather than selling it for a set price.

The object itself was inspired by mystery boxes, which was popularised by several media influencers and entertainers. The element of surprise is what makes the act of purchasing the box enticing, as you never know if you’re going to strike big. When the highest bidder wins the auction, they are free to do what they want with the box (open it). Having the item already, seeing its actual worth and value can affect their desire to obtain the object.

This concept explores the weekly topic of ‘desire’ in conjunction with ‘value’ and ‘affect’. 

Inspiration:

Mystery Box opening - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ncP-T9NB-8A

Auction - https://www.ebay.com.au/help/selling/listings/selling-auctions?id=4110

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

Mr. Yagi

Mr. Yagi by SassySovereign

When All Might was offered a position as a teacher at his alma mater, he would be lying if he said he wasn't a bit nervous. Due to his notoriety, he would no doubt be well-received by the oncoming generation of new heroes, but he also knew that it would extend the target on his back to the very people he would be mentoring and trying to protect. It also didn't help that by just maintaining his appearance as the Number One Hero, he would be using up precious time that could be used for hero work. It just didn't make sense for All Might to become a teacher at U.A.

But perhaps it would work alright for Toshinori Yagi, a secretary-manager with years worth of experience of working at a hero agency who can teach the kids how to navigate working at an agency as a Pro. Now, Toshinori must juggle his duties as the Number One Hero and a faculty member at U.A. while he mentors young Midoriya, all without anyone knowing that he and All Might are one in the same.

Easier said than done.

Words: 4110, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Izuku, Nedzu, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Class 1-A, Class 1-B

Additional Tags: Yagi Toshinori | All Might is a Good Teacher, Teacher Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Parental Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Protective Yagi Toshinori | All Might, More Tags Will Be Added as the Story Goes On, this started off as a silly idea and now it's a whole au, whoops

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31183535