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amakumos · 3 years ago

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SCAMMED?! － thirteen ; challenge accepted

SYNOPSIS! after losing to your friend patrick in a game of fashion famous on roblox, your punishment is to send that one incredibly stupid and very unconvincing “scammer” copypasta using a burner account to your longtime crush - fashion major, kim sunoo. after asking for your phone number, sunoo realises that you’re his classmate from a few years ago that he sees at the cafe often, and maybe you’re the person that he’s been harbouring feelings for - despite how he cringes when he sees your mismatched socks.

Saying that you’ve made a lot of bad decisions in your life is an understatement.

Because damn, there are so many things that you regret. Maybe you should stop trying to make major life decisions by pulling slips of paper out of a hat.

Number three on your list: choosing to be a literature major. Nobody told you that it would be this hard. Number two: sending that god forsaken copypasta that Patrick had dared you to. You decide that sending that was more embarrassing than pissing your pants in third grade.

Number one: Deactivating your Twitter account and then trying your best to avoid Sunoo.

You are an absolute idiot, because you miss Sunoo, but also, you’re too scared to head to the cafe and just say hello.

These past few weeks have been embarrassing, to say the least. From losing in a game for seven year olds to sending the guy you’ve crushed on for years a dumb copypasta, sometimes you just want to bury yourself in a hole and never come out.

Patrick watches as you stare blankly at your computer screen, the TV show Brooklyn 99 playing on your laptop.

“The hospital called. Your tests came back positive. You’re a stage five dumbass.” Captain Holt says to Gina, but he might as well just be saying that to you.

You groan, and Patrick can’t help but laugh. “Do you find joy in my sadness?” you ask him, and he shakes his head.

“No, it’s just - Holt is right, you really are a stage five dumbass.”

“Shut up, Patrick.”

“Never.”

“You should probably go do some homework though,” Patrick says. “You’ve been watching this TV show for three days straight.”

“Yeah, but then I have to go to the cafe, and Sunoo might be there - what if I get rejected?”

“I think there’s a 0% chance of that happening, (Name).” Patrick responds. “If you think you’re going to get rejected, your dumbassery just increased by 100%.”

“You’re mean to me.” you pout.

“Just go to the cafe, (Name).”

“You’re praying on my downfall.”

“Yeah, and the last time I did, you and Sunoo became best friends.” Patrick says.

“You know that means your prayers didn’t work… right?” you ask, and Patrick rolls his eyes.

“Just fucking go.”

When you walk into the cafe, y our eyes scan around the shop for any sight of Sunoo, and the pink-haired (well, now black-haired) boy is nowhere to be seen.

It’s strange, because you’re so nervous that you might see him, but you also feel disappointed that he’s not there.

You set your laptop on the table, taking out your books and pencil case from your tote bag. You put your headphones in your ears as you start to work on your essay.

When you’re halfway finished with your work, you feel someone tap you on your shoulder.

You turn to look at them, and you meet eyes with none other than Kim Sunoo.

You freeze, your eyes wide like a deer in headlights. Sunoo’s slightly frowning, but he looks more concerned than upset. He slides into the empty seat next to you, pushing a cup of coffee towards you that he gestures for you to take.

“Where have you been?” is the first thing he says to you.

“Around. I’ve been around.” you respond. As those words escape past your lips, you realise that it was a bad idea to say that.

“You’ve been ignoring my texts.” he says, and you look at him apologetically. “Why?”

“Uh…”

“Was it about the tweet?”

“…Yes?” you respond hesitantly, and Sunoo furrows his eyebrows. “The one about you saying ‘Kim Sunoo date me challenge’?”

You bury your face in your hands, and you can feel the tip of your ears burning due to embarrassment. “Don’t bring that up - it was embarrassing!” you say, and you hear Sunoo chuckle.

“Obviously, I am not too happy that you ghosted me for three days. But… can I accept your challenge?”

You look at Sunoo with your eyes wide, and there’s a small smirk on his lips. “…What?”

“You said ‘Kim Sunoo date me challenge’. Challenge accepted.” he grins.

“You… like me?” you sputter out, and Sunoo nods. “Since high school.” he responds, and you’re absolutely shocked.

Kim Sunoo likes you back.

“Uh… can you give me… five minutes to process this?” you ask, and Sunoo chuckles. “Sure.”

Five minutes pass, and it still doesn’t seem real.

“You really do like me right? It’s not a prank, or something?” you ask, and Sunoo shakes his head. “Why would I prank you?” he asks. “Hey, I got this tiny bruise from when you called me cute four days ago.” he points to the bruise on his forehead, and you let out a small ‘oh’.

“Does it hurt?” you ask, brushing his hair back to take a closer look at the bruise. Sunoo’s face flushes pink, and he’s sure you noticed. “No, not really.” he says.

“I’m sorry for ghosting you.” you say with a sheepish smile, and Sunoo shrugs. “You were embarrassed. I mean sure, I was left confused for a couple of days, but then Wonyoung told me that you apparently didn’t stop talking about me.”

“Wonyoung, that snitch…” you mutter, and Sunoo laughs. “I hope you said good things about me though. Like how I’m really pretty and funny.” Sunoo says, and you wouldn’t admit it to him out loud, but yes - that was what you were saying to Wonyoung.

“So…” you say.

“So…”

“I like you.” you say, and Sunoo smiles. “I like you too.” Sunoo responds.

“We are both in like with one another.” you state, and Sunoo chuckles. “Yes. That is true.” he moves to place his hand on top of yours, and he notices how your eyes widen slightly - which he finds adorable.

“So… wanna…. go out?” he asks, and you nod.

“I’d like that.” you respond with a bright grin, and Sunoo feels like his heart’s about to explode.

“Yes!” you hear a few hushed whispers from another table, and you turn to look. You see Sunghoon, Jake, Wonyoung and Rei sitting behind you and Sunoo, and they’re all high-fiving one another.

“Why are you all here?” you ask, and Rei’s eyes widen when she hears you. “Moral support!” Wonyoung responds, giving you a thumbs up.

“C’mon,” Sunoo says. “Let’s go on a date?”

You have never said yes to anything so quickly.

thirteen － challenge accepted! previous. ★ next ♡ masterlist.

authors note: SUNYN GOING OUT TOGETHER NOW #YASS !!!! sawry if this is bad i wrote it at 1am in like 15 mins.. i need 2 get better at writing fluff T_T also 2 days until scammed ends... but good news !!! my new jake smau will be starting straight away after ^_^ click here 2 check it out < 3

SCAMMED?! a sunoo smau. genre: smau, fluff, crack, mutual pining pairing: fashion major! sunoo x fem! reader warnings: swearing, ignore timestamps taglist is CLOSED!

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genshinlover101 · 3 years ago

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Hi can I request head cannons for Ei, Ayaka, Kokomi, Sara and Yae Miko that reacts to their GN S/O giving off Top! vibes? And they get like— super embarrassed and flustered just by thinking about it and they decide to tell their S/O about it? Mini NSFW warning

Her Saying You Give Off Top Vibes

Characters: Raiden Shogun, Ayaka, Kokomi, Sara, Yae Miko

Warnings: borderline Nsfw warnings

A/n: If you’re used to me writing fluffier work avoid interacting with this because I got a little steamier here

Okay I know I said I’ll only write for playable characters but after hearing the rumors that Yae will be released in 2.5, I’m gonna go crazy so Idgaf and I’m changing my rules just for Yae.

Link prt. 2 (Not connected only if you want more)

• Raiden didn’t understand what Ei was going on about when she said you reverberate top energy. She would rather be deactivated than think such a thing so she mainly just let Ei fawn over you occasionally.

• Ei would be the type to act stern and professional, trying to avoid such indecent thoughts about you. Over time she would crush under the pressure of you. Whenever you did anything moderately attractive she would definitely blush thinking about it, but then try and cast those thoughts away.

• You remained in your shared quarters for the entire day, you had nothing on your schedule except to wait for your girlfriend to come home from being the Shogun of Inazuma

She loudly opened the doors of your room, you can tell she had a rough day. She scurried towards the bed her hand on her forehead which implied a headache. You sat beside her giving her a small massage on her shoulders. She turns to look at you with needy eyes, the eye contact was intense for how silent the room was.

She hated the way you looked at her. Your eyes no matter what always had a dominating effect on her. She was normally was so composed around anyone whoever they were, but you specifically could make her feel woozy with just a stare.

“There’s something about you that always irritated me. The you who could hypnotize me with just a glance,” She sighed deeply, refocusing on her headache. “Tch- look what you have me saying now.”

“Is that so?” You say mischievously. “Well I humbly apologize,” your massage started to get more sensual, and you moved your head closer to her right ear. You blew hot air on it before suckling on it as she practically melted in your touch.

You moved lower and lower to her nape and eventually her exposed shoulders. Her supple skin and light moans echoed gently throughout the room. How could such a powerful lady be contained in a body as such? “Please,” she pushed you away with a heavy blush. “I need to take a shower before you advance, today was rough for me and I don’t want you to see me dirtied.”

•Ayaka would be confused as to what she was feeling. Every time she was around you she felt a little dizzy and just wanted some type of physical contact between you two. She was the one to tell you straight up because her lack of social interaction made her inadvertently blunt despite her shy nature.

• She would try and figure out what it was because it surely wasn’t a normal feeling. She would try and tame it by sometimes grabbing onto your sleeve or arm and blush as she felt a little dirty for having such thoughts.

• You were accompanying Ayaka in the Komore Teahouse, hiding from the public eye. You took care of Ayaka, cooking for her when she was hungry.

You sat down next to Ayaka at the table as you were grilling a piece of meat for her at the center of the table. Using your utensil, you picked up the cooked piece, “Ayaka, say ahh~,”

She pushed a strand of hair back behind her ear as she opened her mouth wide for you. She accidentally made eye contact with you, the focus in your eyes exuded confidence. She started feeling hot inside. She put her hand up to her chest bracing herself, What was this feeling? Surely it can’t be normal, She thought.

“I think I need help, I don’t know why but I feel all hot and flustered inside after spending so much time with you today…” she averted her eyes, so flustered because she knew what she was feeling was naughty.

“I can help you if you’ll allow me to,” you cupped her cheek, pulling her into a kiss. You could see her eyes fluttering closed before going in, her voice would escape occasionally. You moved from her lips to her neck, the only exposed part of her upper body.

Nibbling slightly as you move lower, using your hands to adjust the tassel of her necklace to make way for you. Even if it was something as casual as a collar bone you began sucking and licking along the curvature of them.

Until you smelled burned meat. Dang, and immediately pulled away as if nothing happened. Ayaka was stiff and looked downcast in shame.

• Kokomi wouldn’t tell anybody how she felt, after all, it wasn’t a very lady-like thought and she thought she was corrupted the moment she had the initial feeling towards you.

• She would try and suppress it, going to the extent of avoiding you even in hopes that one day she wouldn’t feel so vulgar towards you. She came to the conclusion though that it was pointless cause she would always observe you from afar and melt in your pure demeanor.

• Kokomi was struggling to grab a book from the top shelf. She was standing on her tippy toes making an umph- sound every time she stretched for it. You made your way to her and reached up to grab the book for her.

Kokomi’s breath hitched as you stood so close to her, your chest popping in her face as she turned around surrounded by your warm embrace. She ripped the book from you, you just put your hands up defensively from the sudden outburst. “Kokomi, are you alright?” you asked, she still remained in your vicinity regardless of thinking she hated it.

“Geeze how can you do something so embarrassing so easily in broad daylight,” she huffed and puffed, with a deep pink blush on her face.

“I’m sorry I don’t understand? Embarrassing? I was just getting a book for you?” You went closer to her noticing her get increasingly flustered. “Kokomi what’s wrong.” You felt her forehead with the roof of your hand, “You’re burning up.”

“I-,” she hesitates. “It’s because you’re like this! How can I get anything done when you make me feel this way.” A half-smile graces you as your hand on her forehead swipes lower tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. Your thigh pressed up in between hers pushing upwards towards her making sure she felt your presence physically compared to hers.

“Oh- that’s what this is about.” You knew what you were doing teasing her about such trivial things. You went in closer than you already were and melted her in a steamy kiss. Your lips danced together in synchronization. Exactly what she was avoiding.

Pulling back you saw her dizzy eyes, sleepy from the sensations. You pulled away fully from her smiling, “We can continue this later,” you giggled walking away.

“Oh come on!” She was already excited, how could she fall for such a vile trick of yours.

• Sara was more aggressive and often dismissive about it, but the feeling was undeniably there. She would ignore it in public for the sake of her reputation but once alone she find it hard to ignore. She would always think such crude thoughts were improper and would internally scold herself.

• She would try and comfort herself by telling her it was just a normal thought and it was easy to get rid of. Eventually, your aura weighed on her too much, she would want clarity on the situation and confront you about it.

• Sara would be at her floor leveled desk working on some important documents for the Tenryou Commission. You were beside her laying on her lap as you read a book you found laying around to pass time.

Sara tried hard to focus on her work at hand, she was sweating despite the room being in a comfortable chill. Her fists gripped the feathered pen till she could no longer take it. “Will you quit doing that?” she commanded, her thought process was to blame you because there had to be some trick you were pulling to make her feel like this.

You lifted your body to face her grabbing her waist for support. “Hmm? Quit what?” You ask.

“Don’t play dumb with me. It’s because of your constant meddling that I can’t get my work done properly.” A light blush appeared on her cheeks in remembrance of all the other times you’ve done something naughty with Sara in the exact position you are right now.

A slight smirk found its way onto your face as your hand lowered from her waist to the plumpness of her butt, you began to bury your head in her thighs while given the opportunity. You honestly were just going to let her slide this time around, but upon mention you found your self-control lacking.

“Hey… hey didn’t I just say t-to stop?” Her body language argued otherwise as you felt a sharp burning sensation on the back of your head. Sara had a gorilla grip on your hair pushing you further into her. Her other hand covered her face out of embarrassment to hide her reactions.

You didn’t want to advance further only enough to excite her, so you left a trail of saliva along the exposed parts of her inner thighs. “That’s enough.” She attempted to get back to work.

• Despite being so esteemed, Yae Miko was open about it, she didn’t care. She would tease you and everything about it, it made you a little embarrassed about the whole situation.

• She would try and seduce you while you were doing everyday activities. She might find something you do attractive and would instantly flip her “be a brat” switch on.

• Yae Miko was preparing to leave to greet a guest, you sat in the shrine with her waiting for some sort of cue to summon Yae out. Something unworldly possessed Yae to act mischievous.

She gripped onto your arm, squeezing your muscles. “You know, I can’t help but notice how muscular you are,” you begin to realize where this is going exactly by how she just randomly complimented you.

She circled around you, her hand following still touching you. She traced all around from your bicep, your back, to your chest as she finally brought you in for a tight hug.

You felt her begin to pressure herself up against you. “Mmm~ something about you just makes me feel a certain way, can you answer as to why?” You began to sweat a little, hesitating to put your hands on her waist and initiate something.

You did anyways and she pulled you in for a long kiss, you felt her tongue graze your bottom lip as you allowed access. Your tongues dancing together. All you could hear was the sloppy sounds and occasionally a sound of pleasure from her.

Despite being such a commanding gentle lady on the outside, she was so combative for dominance over you. She was pushing you back slowly into the nearest wall and you felt your back slam against it.

She pulls away and you attempt to go back to her lips so desperately, “nope~ you’re going to have to wait,” she coos as her hands run across your chest. “It’s a shame I have someone waiting for me, I’ll catch you later tonight yeah? We can resume our little playtime.” She shares a little wink before going off to open the doors to the guest.

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ironhusband · 4 years ago

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Honestly, Bucky had expected that dating Sam would be easier than this.

With everything that he and Sam had gone through to finally get together, he had wanted everything to be smooth sailing once he finally had Sam. Their perfect happy ending, cut straight from the movies and into their lives. They deserved it.

That wasn’t real life, however.

When Bucky finally had Sam in his arms, there were a myriad of relationship things that Bucky had to learn. He had to get used to all of Sam's quirks and he had the entirety of Sam’s family to win over. He had to learn the way to this obscure place where Sam liked to buy his orange juice and he had to study for days to remember that Sam’s aunt liked orange jewelry. But if Bucky was honest? He didn’t mind that part. He didn’t mind getting to know what Sam was like in a relationship or meeting Sam’s family. That would never be a hardship for him.

What he did mind was that stupid fucking drone.

It all started with Sam and Bucky making out on the couch. This wasn’t unusual in itself; sometimes the news was boring and Sam and Bucky got distracted. Sucking on Sam’s tongue was more interesting than anything else, frankly.

Sam was pressed against the couch by Bucky’s hips, his hands wandering under Bucky’s shirt as Bucky took Sam’s lips between his teeth. Sam removed his hand from Bucky's shirt to run his fingers through Bucky’s hair, causing Bucky to pinch Sam’s waist. Bucky was coming up to change the angle of the kiss and-

When he looked up the drone was staring directly at them.

It took a long time for Bucky to recognize that their home was safe and not, as a reflex, shoot at any sort of intimidating sight and sound. Still, he startled and yelled, “why the fuck is your pet staring at us?!”

Sam looked back at what made Bucky exclaim and smiled at Redwing. “Oh, hi, there, little guy,” he cooed, “enjoying the show?”

“Sam,” Bucky hissed, annoyed at his boyfriend’s reaction, glancing back and forth between the drone and Sam, “he is staring at us."

Sam shrugged, wrapping his arms around Bucky's shoulders, "so?"

Bucky spluttered, exasperated, "He is recording us. How can you be so calm about this? What if he puts this on the internet?”

“He won’t put this on the internet,” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Why not?” Bucky challenged, knowing the real reason. Sam was still insisting it was Redwing who put the footage of him falling through the tree on the internet, and he was determined to make him confess it was his doing (that video got 1000000 likes!).

“Well, first of all,” Sam explained, straightening up, smug grin on, “because no one wants to see you kissing.”

“You want to see me kissing,” Bucky countered.

“My one flaw,” Sam teased, “and two, his camera isn’t on. He just likes flying around sometimes.”

Bucky glanced at the drone, whose cold, robot eyes, peeking just beneath the shell on the drone, stared back at him. “Can’t you make him stop?”

“I wasn’t listening when Stark did the seminar about the AI inside him. Lost the manual too.”

Bucky looked at the drone again, and then quickly turned away while he muttered, “there must be a deactivation code.”

“I sorta don’t want to find it,” Sam confessed, “I like his quirks.”

“But he isn’t supposed to be flying around with his camera off. It isn’t what he was made for.”

“He’s sleepwalking,” Sam said, fondly.

“He’s creepy.”

Sam gasped, “how dare you say that?!”

“Robots shouldn’t sleepwalk!”

“Redwing isn’t a robot! He’s a drone!”

“Same difference!”

“It is so not same difference. Besides, Redwing is better than just a normal robot, he is-”

He and Sam bickered for the rest of the evening and Bucky forgot all about the drone when they moved into the bedroom. But it began like this.

~~~

Bucky woke up to get milk the next morning. Sam usually got up earlier than Bucky, waking to go run. He would accidentally wake Bucky up by kissing his cheek before he went out (running reminded Sam of Steve and sometimes he needed a little reassurance), and then Bucky would burrow into the blankets for half an hour before getting up to eat cereal. Bucky liked the early hours of the day when he had the house to himself and could wake up properly before Sam would get home. Before they moved in together, Bucky had made the mistake of getting up after Sam had already returned from his run, and he didn’t have the brainpower to retort when Sam called him a heathen for pouring his milk before his cereal.

When he got up this morning, the drone was there, staring at him.

Bucky was mid-yawn when he yelped at the flying thing in front of his face.

“Holy fucking shit, man, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” he exclaimed at the drone, clutching at his chest.

“That’s not good,” the imaginary Sam in his head said, looking, amused, at Bucky’s clutching-his-pearls position, “you need to watch your heart at your age.”

The drone didn’t say anything. Bucky rolled his eyes. “What are you looking at?” he challenged.

The drone still didn’t say anything.

Bucky moved cautiously, one leg in front of the other while he watched the drone, “I’m just getting breakfast.”

The drone turned his head towards him with his every moment. The whirring, easier to hear in the quiet morning, gave Bucky chills.

He glanced once at the drone and then once at the refrigerator before deciding to ignore the robot. Even if it was creepy that his camera wasn't on but he could still follow him, what would he do? Shoot him? Sam disarmed the drone every time he was off duty. So Bucky opened the fridge and got out his milk, blocking the drone from his view with the door.

Sam hated it when he did it, but he unscrewed the milk and drank some of it (”we exchange spit regularly, I don’t see the big deal.” “You put it so romantically~”). Cold milk always helped Bucky wake up and he “ahh”ed when he stopped feeling the thirst he always felt when he was just waking up.

He shut the door of the refrigerator, and apparently, Redwing has gotten twenty steps closer.

He screamed at the drone near his face and threw the cap at him.

~~~

Turns out, Redwing’s camera was on and Sam laughed for 20 minutes at the footage.

~~~

The next time it happened, Bucky was coming home from one of his therapy appointments. The BARF sessions were always a pain in the ass (reliving his past wasn’t remotely fun) but Bucky knew he sometimes had to go to them to make sure he wouldn’t go all Winter Soldier again. Anything to keep Sam safe.

Bucky liked to come home and cuddle with his boyfriend (who usually also had an exhausting day of being Captain America) when he got home, but today was different.

A purring Redwing was found in Sam’s lap when he went into the living room.

“Hey!” Sam greeted, seeing unable to give him a welcoming kiss due to the robot in his lap, “how did it go?”

“The usual,” Bucky replied casually. He eyed the drone, “does he usually... do that?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded, “he noticed I was bummed so he came to cheer me up. Isn’t that right, Red?”

Sam pet Redwing’s red-paint-coated shell and the robot buzzed happily.

“Weird...” Bucky mumbled under his breath and then flopped next to Sam, “why were you bummed?”

“I fucking hate the UN,” Sam announced, “excuse me for not wanting to end up at jail for accidentally scratching some rich dude’s car.”

Bucky kissed Sam’s cheek, “I’m sorry you had a bad day.”

“’ Is okay. We’ll settle it all eventually. Just wish that I didn’t have to do it.”

“No, you don’t,” Bucky pointed out, knowing how much his boyfriend loved being Captain America.

Sam smiled shyly, that smile of his that made Bucky fall head over heels for him, “no, I don’t.”

Bucky kissed Sam’s neck. Sam’s smiles would always get him soft, which meant he had to kiss every inch of him. Sam giggled at Bucky rolling the skin between his lips and he brought a hand to the back of Bucky’s head to caress his nape. Bucky kissed further down his neck, reaching Sam’s collarbone and-

Sam gently pushed him away. Redwing was buzzing irregularly in his lap.

“Hey, there, little fella, don’t be mad,” Sam tried to appease him by stroking him, “Bucky just distracted me for a moment.”

Bucky huffed, disappointed at the interruption. “Not fair,” Bucky grumbled, “I had Sam cuddling dibs.”

“Awww,” Sam teased, his trademark smug grin on his face, “are you jealous?”

Bucky huffed and pushed his shoulder, “no, I’m not jealous. I love you and your weird robot.”

Sam laughed and didn’t retort, resting his head on Bucky’s shoulder as they turned on the TV.

~~~

Bucky did get a little jealous when Sam had to sleep on the couch because he didn't want to disturb Redwing ‘napping’ on his lap. He was still jealous, despite how adorable Sam looked with the blanket around his shoulders and drooling on the backrest of the couch.

~~~

Bucky could have handled hogging Sam or Redwing hovering or wondering if the drone was recording while he and Sam were just being domestic, but he drew the line at forcing him to stay in his apartment.

“Okay, freak,” Bucky announced to the drone, “I’m going shopping. Do you need anything?”

The drone didn’t respond. Bucky pulled the jacket on and stuffed his keys in one of the pockets. The drone followed his movements as he got ready to go outside. “I’m going out now,” Bucky informed him before he turned around to leave the apartment.

The drone was staring right back at his face as he moved towards the door. Bucky didn’t jump this time, long used to how Redwing could sneak up on people. “God, how do you do that? Did Stark figure out teleportation or something?”

The drone flew mute, as always. Bucky sighed and went to open the door but Redwing blocked his hand before he could reach the knob. “Ow! Son of a bitch!” he cursed as his hand crushed against the drone, “what, what’s the matter? I can’t leave my home now?”

The drone didn’t respond.

“You know, most pets beg for their owners to take them outside.”

The drone still didn’t respond.

Bucky sighed, and reached for the door, more gently this time, and managed to successfully open the door.

Bucky cheered triumphantly, “not so tough now, huh?”

The drone didn’t show any sign that he understood but when Bucky tried to exit he blocked his way.

“Seriously?” Bucky huffed. He moved an inch to the left quickly and the drone zoomed towards him. “Seriously?” he complained and tried to move another inch, slower this time. The drone followed his painstakingly slow movements, centimeter for centimeter. “You motherfucker.”

He tried to get through the door from the left side and the right side, but wherever he went, Redwing followed him. “I’m going to walk out of this door like a normal person,” he told Redwing, “I’m not going to limbo under you, or jump over you, or fight you or anything like that, so. Get. Out. Of. My. Way.”

Three minutes later, Bucky found himself on his knees, face to face with the drone, “you know, if Sam didn’t like you so much, I would dismantle you piece by piece.”

~~~

Sam paused at the open doorway, looking at his boyfriend and his drone staring at one another.

“Are you having a staring contest?” Sam quipped, “because that’s our thing.”

“It won’t let me leave,” Bucky complained.

Sam raised an eyebrow, walking through the front door, “it? You used to call him him.” Redwing followed him, softly nudging Sam’s head and asking to be pet.

Bucky threw his hands in the air in frustration, “him is for things who aren’t menaces!”

“That’s not my experience,” Sam joked, petting Redwing as it asked.

Bucky glared at him, “that’s not funny. That drone is the executor of Tony Stark’s will and it is trying to kill me!”

Sam laughed, “don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?”

“Two days ago, I swear I saw it give me a withering stare while it was on your chest.”

“He’s a drone, Bucky,” Sam emphasized, “they don’t have expressions.”

“Doesn’t stop him from doing all the other human stuff!”

“Bucky,” Sam shook his head, “Redwing likes you.”

Bucky scoffed, “if Redwing was armed, it'd kill me in my sleep.”

“No, he wouldn’t.”

“When’s our next battle? I bet it'll finish the job then!”

“If only I had a schedule of that...”

“That thing drives me crazy!”

“Bucky!” Sam exclaimed, “all those things Redwing does, he does because he likes you.”

Bucky blinked.

“Think about it,” Sam began explaining, “for weeks after you moved in, he hasn’t moved from his spot, but now he has suddenly decided to move?”

“It has decided it can no longer be passive about me anymore?” Bucky suggested.

“Or-” Sam suggested his interpretation, “-he decided he can trust you and he wants to get to know you.”

Bucky peaked at Redwing behind him, “seems unlikely.”

Sam raised his hands, “don’t ask me to explain his bad taste.”

Bucky looked at the drone, “it likes me.”

Sam nodded, “and unfortunately, so do I.”

"It has a weird way of showing it," Bucky pointed out.

Sam grinned, "well, so do you."

~~~

“What do I do?” Bucky whispered to Sam, panicked.

Sam shook his head. "Pet him, you moron," he told him fondly.

The drone has decided to land in his lap. Changing Redwing’s batteries was like feeding a dog, and now Redwing has decided that Bucky deserved affections. Bucky carefully put his hand on top of the drone’s surprisingly warm metal and started rubbing his hand on the shell.

“There you go,” Sam congratulated him and put his head on Bucky’s shoulder, his hand on the drone, joining the petting. He turned on the TV, “what do you want to watch tonight?”

Bucky looked at Sam, at how calm and happy he looked because of Bucky and Redwing getting along. He looked down at the drone steadily purring louder in his lap.

“Yeah,” he thought, “this is a happy ending.”

#sambucky #winterfalcon #sam wilson #Bucky Barnes #redwing #winterfalcon fic #sambucky fic #winter falcon #falcon #winter soilder #captain america #druwrites #bucky barnes x sam wilson #sam wilson x bucky barnes #marvel #MCU #fatws #falcon and the winter solider #userpavi

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moon-ness · 3 years ago

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anniversary

It has now been a year since I left my space @coffeeandmoonthoughts. Everything is still there and I haven't touched it. R hasn't bothered me here. I changed my phone number, I moved, I went private. I wasn't going to leave. I was going to put up with it. I got inboxes tearing me down on every level and then apology after apology - strange words that sound like heartfelt I love you’s and respect you’s and you didn't deserve it’s and some anonymous I'm proud of you’s that might have came from him but I'm not sure. My nerves were a mess. I was on guard logging in, wondering if I'd have something from him waiting on me. I blocked him over and over. I took some weeks off once to save my mental health during the other things I was dealing with. I just... stuck around even though the streets of this place were dull and scary... I think I just really need a hug, like, for a very long time, long enough to feel my shoulders relax and my nervous system calm down. I was convinced to leave the space in March but I really held out. Just before that I ran into an old friend who I still care a great deal about who helped me once and then twice and welp, that was it and it was a mess and I still feel a lot of things and don't want to get into it. With anyone, ever. My life has been the longest string of strange coincidences. I wouldn't know where to begin. I’m terrible. Here’s the thing, I understand. We all go through things so I give passes. I can't help it. I’ve made mistakes too, so I already know and being judged gives you a massive distaste for it. But there is a problem with that kind of thinking on this sort of scale. Those are... boundary issues, I know. I work on that. Clarissa Pinkola Estes says “Every woman knows there is deadliness is being the too sweet self for too long.” I built so much from learning that. Talking with R is like navigating a minefield. It’s easy to lose sight of the ground and I get a little lost spinning around so I am especially careful. I walk softly but sometimes I carry a big sword. Sadly, I popped up here and moonness isn't even a word. The transition was like pulling teeth. I was just in a whirlwind of confusion at all times. It was.... dramatic. That space was my home but it wasn't my beginning. I started at theorganiccoconut and lovetheorganiccoconut. I deactivated those and restarted under fit-as-fxck and coffeeandmoonthoughts which was special to me. I did a lot of processing there but not as much as I did before that one. I spent the summer before I deactivated theorganiccoconut running through much of my life and entire diary entries, some written like a story. It was heartbreaking for me to read some of those things but I had to do it, from childhood to adulthood. I wrote entire stories about nights I went out, trips. I kept every letter from my grandfather asking if I needed help. “Think for yourself, get an education and reach out if you ever need help.” I never wrote anyone back. It was a terribly complicated web to navigate and there were breakages everywhere. I couldn't keep anything straight, you have no idea. Thinking back overwhelms me. The things I have discovered or come to terms with make me swallow hard. I was sort of uh, stuck, you could say, in a series of unfortunate events. It was a swirling shit vortex that just leaves me... tired now. Before I did that, I stored trip photos, little talks, long thoughts. I had one specific terrible moment of me venting about a boyfriend when I had no where else to write and didn't want him to find it. Kinda crazy, the things it takes you to see things as they are. Some particular posts would make me cry for myself even now. Never again. Never again. That shit was hard and now it’s all a part of me, who I am and who I was all deep inside of me and hopefully never clouding over the person I am now. We are so attached to our stories because sometimes it feels like the only thing that makes us feel real. I was here. I did this. I felt it. I had a life and things happened - terrible and beautiful things and that makes me real even if no one else sees it. Sometimes I feel like theres so much terrifying in mine it makes the rest hard to see. How does someone get passed something like that, I don't know. You carry the pieces with you and they live quietly inside of you. You're a strange soup hoping maybe someone else can stomach you. So here I am.

“But I want the story to burn me. I want the page to crisp my fingers.” - Dorothy Allison. Well, mine did. It burned me through and I don't need to see the look on your face to know my hands are covered in ash.

#personal

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anime-academix · 4 years ago

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I’m Not Invincible

A/N: I’m totally gonna rewrite this because I think this is so bad 😭I lowkey had writers block, so enjoy this huge piece of garbage. ):

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, minor swearing

Pairings: Aizawa x reader

Requested by: @tonii Always happy to provide for the Aizawa supremacy! 🛐

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It happened because of an argument

In all honesty, you guys don’t really argue often

Aizawa is extremely rational and level headed, so he keeps the two of you both grounded, no matter how angry you are

But then again, when do you do argue, and it doesn’t dissolve, it’s most likely about something serious

Usually when the two of you argue, he’s the type to remain calmer and not lash out

If he does retaliate, he uses sarcasm in his response

Though he’s tired all the time, when he’s pushed past his peaked exhaustion, it’s harder for him to keep his cool

The argument started because after a major injury, he wasn’t following the doctor’s orders AND your demands for him to take it easy and rest so he could fully recover.

After a major battle between a group of villains, he had taken a serious hit which had forced him on bed rest for a whole week.

Though Recovery Girl did the best she could to possibly heal him, he had been instructed to take it easy for a bit. And since the two of you and Aizawa lived together, the doctors and Recovery Girl instructed for you to keep an eye on him as well. You had absolutely no problem taking care of him while he was on bed rest. If anything, you went above and beyond to make sure he was always feeling comfortable and recovering well. Even when he insisted that you didn’t have to waste your time taking care of him, you shut his comment down instantly; even then, you knew he was grateful you were there for him.

It was only 2 days into his recovery, that Aizawa was already moving and working out. You were glad to see him moving well, but it worried you that he was doing too much. You didn’t think too much about it until you found out that on his 3rd day of recovery--the day he was supposed to be resting at home, he was ALREADY back at UA, teaching.

When you woke up this morning, you were panicking when he wasn’t in the bed beside you. You dialed his phone several times, but it went straight to voice mail. It wasn’t until Present Mic called you, that you were informed of your boyfriend’s presence at the school. Not only were you exasperated that he ignored the doctor’s orders, and annoyed that you had to find out from someone else that he was already doing activities, but you were stressed.

You waited on your shared couch as you waited for him to come home. 5:30 PM, your phone clock read…’He should be home by now,’ You thought to yourself. You would be lying if you said you weren’t anxious…

What if something happened? What if a villain attacked and he was the only pro hero around to stop it? What if he collapsed and no one was around to--

A door opening and closing pulled you out of your thoughts, and you were presented with your boyfriend.

“Shouta, what the hell?!”

“Hey to you too.” He muttered.

“Don’t start with me. You were strictly instructed to rest and recover for a week! Not whenever you feel like it!” You snapped, standing up from the couch

“Y/N, please. I’m fine. I’m healing a lot faster, anyway, so it’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?! What if you got hurt again?! What if you were attacked, huh?! You would be forced to fight with no way of leaving that situation because you wouldn’t just stay down and let your body heal!”

“But I wasn’t attacked. And I already told you, I’m fine.”

You had to admit, he did seem like he was already getting better. Though his wounds were still healing and he would wince from time to time when you could tell the painkillers were wearing off, he had been recovering quickly so far.

“That’s not the point. I would prefer you feeling great than just fine, Shouta.”

He rolled his eyes, walking into the bedroom with you trailing behind him. He didn’t waste a second to carefully take off his scarf and jumpsuit--noticing his subtle winces from the movements every now and then. Your heart ached seeing his entire abdomen and arms wrapped in bandages and his back and neck painted with bruises and small cuts.

Aizawa slips on a pair of sweatpants and a dark t-shirt. “See. I’m fine.”

A sigh left your lips as you shook your head. “You were told to stay on bed rest for a week. This wasn’t just some normal injury. You almost died, Shouta! All we asked for you to do was to rest and recover back to full health. And now, I had to find out from Hizashi that you went back to teach?! What if there was a repeat of the fight with the Shie Hassaikai or USJ incident?!”

“But there wasn’t and I made it out of that alive too! This is exactly what you signed up for when you decided to date a pro hero. Getting injured is apart of the job, I’m not going to quit just because you hate seeing me hurt.”

He walked from out of the bedroom and into the hallway as you followed behind him. Aizawa wasn’t wrong. You knew the risks when you decided to date a pro hero. Injury and even death was apart of the job once a pro hero took an oath to serve and protect civilians. Even when he was injured, it didn’t stop the pang in your heart when you saw the damage his body would take on. Despite his protests, you did everything you could to take care of him. And yes, he did make it out alive from those two incidents, but he still sustained serious injuries. However, this current incident was substantially worse. He was on the brink of death after this battle.

“You could have died, Shouta! All I ask is for you to rest and let me take care of you, please!” You pleaded.

And you were right. Truthfully, if it hadn’t been for Recovery Girl, he probably wouldn’t have made it to see the next day.

A low growl escaped his throat. “For the love of God, how many times do I have to tell you that I’m fine?!”

It happened so suddenly. His body turned around as his hair floated up, his eyes glowing a light shade of red.

Your body froze as silence enveloped the two of you. Everything felt like it stopped: time, the blood flowing through your body and even your heartbeat. You would be lying if you said you weren’t scared. His eyes bored into yours as his brows furrowed, knitting together. In the time you had been dating, Aizawa had never used his quirk on you, ever.

It was the single tear rolling down your cheek that brought you back to your current situation. Slowly, you began to feel your body shake as you stared back at him in disbelief.

This situation suddenly hit him too as his expression softened, deactivating his quirk. He had scared you. The one person he loved more than anything in the world, the one person he couldn’t live without, the one person he’d travel through hell and back for, the one person he always wanted by his side, was suddenly on the receiving end of his quirk.

“Y/N...” Aizawa began softly as he took a hesitant step towards you. You shook your head slightly as you took a step back, now allowing the tears flow down your face. He felt his heart clench as you took a step away from him and seeing the tears fall from your eyes. Not only did he activate his quirk against you, but your tears were because of him.

“No..no...what have I done?” He whispered to himself. He was supposed to be the one to protect you, never harm you.

“I just wanted to help,” You finally said, voice breaking towards the end as you choked out a sob.

Aizawa wasted no time swiftly moving towards you, relieved when you didn’t back away. As gently as he could, he wrapped his arms around you. “I know, kitten...I know. I’m so sorry. I’m...so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he repeated, his body shaking just slightly.

You melted in his touch as a quiet sob raked through your body, your head resting against his chest. Being careful not to hurt him, you snaked your arms around his abdomen loosely.

“I’m so sorry, love. I wasn’t thinking and I was just frustrated...” He paused, a soft sigh leaving his lips. “Sometimes I forget that I’m not invincible. So, when I get injured, I force my body to heal faster than it’s even able to. I know that I’m pushing myself too hard and you’re there telling me to take it easy or rest. I know that you’re right, but I just get so aggravated knowing I’m limited right now.” He paused again and kissed the top of your head. “I know that you’re right, but I just get so aggravated knowing I’m so limited right now. But...that doesn’t excuse using my quirk on you.” He added, his voice growing quiet, the scene flashing back in his head.

“God...I’m so sorry...I’m so fucking sorry,” he breathed out, his eyes squeezing shut. Aizawa wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to leave him. That after everything you had done for him, this is how he treated you. For the love of his life to be on the receiving end of his quirk for any reason was something he would never forgive himself for.

“It’s okay, Shouta,” You whispered softly against his chest.

His eyes sprung open, almost convinced that he had misheard you. His question was answered when you shifted to look up at him, face puffy and slightly wet with tears. Another pang hit his heart. He was the reason for your tears. Instinctively, he reached his hand up to wipe the remainder of your tears away with his thumb.

“I forgive you.” You moved to lift your hand up, cupping his face as he leaned into your touch. “I understand, but you have to let me take care of you. I know exactly what I signed up for when we started dating, and I’ve come to terms with that, but you also have to let me do my job to take care of you when you’re hurt. As long as I can help it, I’m not to lose you--not to a villain and especially not to an injury. So you’re going to be resting, here at home, for the rest of your recovery time, got it?”

He nodded as a small smile creeped onto his lips, shifting slightly to kiss the palm of your hand. Aizawa lifted up his hand to hold onto yours as he leaned down, pressing his lips softly against yours. Though it was gentle, it was passionate; and you could feel that it was a reminder that he loved and appreciated you. You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips during the kiss.

“I love you,” he muttered against your lips.

“I love you too, Shouta,” you replied softly.

After a brief moment, you pulled away. “Now that you understand, go lay your ass down in the bedroom.” You instructed him.

He smirked at you before pressing another kiss to your lips, this time a bit more heated. “Fine,” he muttered, pulling away just slightly. “But you’re coming with me,” he added before pressing his lips against yours once more.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #my hero academia masterlist #mha aizawa #aizawa #aizawa x y/n #bnha masterlist #mha masterlist #masterlist #eraserhead #mha imagines #boku no academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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sisterssafespace · 3 years ago

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Assalamu alaykum!🕊

First of all, I really appreciate ur work🤍

Now, to my problem, I used to be a non-practicing muslim astaghfirullah and due to my environment (i take full responsibility tho, I think blaming ur environment for everything is bad and irresponsible) I think I became a very horrible person.

I never purposely hurt anyone to my knowledge, but I think that just makes it worse because if it was an action of mine that my fingers could point at, it would be easier to remove it from my system, but instead it's something more subconscious and passive.

Alhamdulillah🤍 Allah guided me and I became practicing and though I sin a lot it is better than having 0 self-awareness and never praying. But I fear my behaviour to others is almost the same (I never actively try to help people, I think only of how much people used to wrong me and continue to do so, but never of how much I - behind my excuse of introversion - hurt people with my apathy)

Also I am a very shy person and this often stops me from doing even small acts of kindness and common decency, like thanking people, complimenting people, loving people, being actively gentle and helpful to them and I don't know how to overcome my old patterns of behaviour that only now I see as unhealthy.

On a bright note tho, I think I healed from my pessimism and cynism - I resemble now the child I used to be, optimistic and enthusiatic.🤍🤍🤍🤍

Wa Alaikum assalamu wa rahmatu Allahi wa barakatuhu sweet one 🌼🤍

Where to start? Jazaki Allahu kulla Khayr for the ask and for the words of encouragement, I appreciate you 🤍

To start with, I have two remarks:

1) like I always say: a 'horrible' person would NEVER say they're a 'horrible' person .. so 🌝

Had you been a really horrible person, you'd never feel bad for wronging others or for not being able to help, just saying..

2) there is just so much sincerity and genuine truth to your story, it is clear that you are being very humble and very sincere. May Allah swt accept your sincere repentance and grant you Hos forgiveness and His guidance. My Allah swt keep you steadfast on his straight path my sister, ameen.

I loved how you were being grateful admitting and recognizing that even the fact that you are now practicing is a gift and a blessing from Allah swt, and you don't take credit for it. It reminds me of one of my favorite quotes that if you are righteous or pious or being a good Muslim and for example praying on time, it is a blessing from Allah swt and you should be actually grateful and never take His guidance, His hidaya for granted, because like He swt gave you that, He could easily take it away. There is a saying in Arabic that goes like :

من كان في نعمة و لم يشكر، خرج منها و لم يشعر

That who was in a blessing and didn't thank (Allah) - wasn't grateful - would get out of that blessing without realizing it.

So, Alhamdulillah a thousand times that you are not getting in your head and you're being very humble about it. Allahuma barik laki ✨

As for your character and how you deal with others, all I can say is sübhanallah nobody among us is perfect. Our behaviors depend on our personalities and our issues.. I think you shouldn't really put pressure on yourself. I think you shouldn't force yourself to feel empathy or help others when you don't feel like it because it would be hypocrisy as it's not coming from within you, and God forbid, you would be not sincere in your intentions. Allahu aālam. So I say, maybe you should read more about how kindness and charity were core characters in the life of the Prophet ﷺ and his sahaba. I recently heard about how oue mother Aisha and her sister Asmae bintu Abi Bakr As-sidiq may Allah swt be pleased with all of them were the best at giving charity, how Asmae wouldn't leave anything at the house for the next day she would just give it all for the sake of Allah swt and it really stuck with me because as a Muslimah I would want to look up to them and follow their footsteps, in shaa Allah. Maybe if you listen to lectures about the importance of charity (even a kind word is charity, even a smile is charity) and how Allah swt appreciates sadaqah and the believer who gives sadaqah, maybe then your heart will soften towards that act. Kheir in shaa Allah. But again, I don't want you to feel guilty about not being able to, or not feeling empathetic. Sometimes it's the trauma that deactivates the feature of empathy for us let's say, sometimes it's the trust issues, it could be your emotional baggage, God knows what you've been through, sis so cut yourself some slack. Kheir in shaa Allah :)

Finally, I will leave you with this Hadith of the Prophet ﷺ :

On the authority of Abu Hurayrah (may Allah be pleased with him), that the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said:

Whoever removes a worldly grief from a believer, Allah will remove from him one of the griefs of the Day of Resurrection. And whoever alleviates the need of a needy person, Allah will alleviate his needs in this world and the Hereafter. Whoever shields [or hides the misdeeds of] a Muslim, Allah will shield him in this world and the Hereafter. And Allah will aid His slave so long as he aids his brother. [Muslim]

May Allah swt ease your journey, and strengthen your steps towards Him my sweet sister, hold on to that innocent child-like heart of yours and stay safe, fi Amanillah 🤍

- A. Z. 🍃

#asks #change of heart #Alhamdulillah #hadith #charity #sadaqah #kindness #empathy

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knightofameris · 4 years ago

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naturally — sugawara koushi

✎ gender. uhm neutral? ✎ contains. mutual pining, childhood friends, reader is a manager, also reader has a lot of anxiety when it comes to relationships, not beta read ✎ wc. 1.6k

✎ summary. the time you were thankfully wrong in your assumptions.

✎ ameris’ notes. i came back just to post this because this is my favorite piece I’ve written so far on this blog i think. also noticed many writers deactivating ;—; and just a lack of content (esp for suga). i was originally going to post this when i came back fully along with everything else but this is fine. (i will reply to all messages later <3 thank you everyone for your kind words)

also tried a different writing style for this,,,

i hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it. ♡

previous title: i thought we already were [i still suck at titles this might still change]

You couldn’t help but slam your head against your desk. Ennoshita sighed at your predicament when it came to the crush you had on your upperclassman, Sugawara Koushi. Except, to you he was so much more. Not in just the fact that he was your crush but he’s been someone you’ve known for almost your entire life.

“What if he doesn’t like me, Ennoshita,” you cried into your arms, not able to take the heartbreak that could come with Sugawara rejecting your feelings and your 10+ year friendship turning to dogshit.

Ennoshita tapped his fingers against the desk, “I don’t think he’d break off your friendship just like that even if he didn’t. And if he doesn’t like you I personally give you permission to murder myself and-or Tanaka, your choice.”

In a different class at the time, Tanaka sneezed in the middle of eating his sandwich.

At this point, Ennoshita, and every other club member, was tired. Even Sugawara would shrug when Daichi asked him in the clubroom what was going on between him and you. Asahi, the one who was possibly the most oblivious when it came to people pining for another, was even frustrated at how the two of you would dance around each other.

“Why don’t you just ask them out?” Asahi asked Sugawara. In the middle of changing, Sugawara stopped in thought, his shirt barely on.

“Hmm, I don’t want to ask them before they’re ready,” Sugawara answered simply, sliding his shirt on over his head.

It was a rough life being friends with both you and Sugawara.

It was sort of sweet though, no? The fact that Sugawara wanted to wait till you were ready. He knew about your anxieties when it came to relationships. It wasn’t that your past relationships were bad, per se, but rather any time you’d enter one the anxieties just came through. Sometimes it’d be insecurities or suddenly the red flags would pop up. It was as if entering the relationship made you realize how much of a terrible person the other was.

You didn’t want that for Koushi. So he’d wait, wait till you’re comfortable to talk things out. But he will admit that it is maybe a little frustrating some days.

Especially, especially, the days when you’re closer than usually. Physically. Emotionally.

Some days you’d find yourself lying in Koushi’s bed after finishing a bit of homework. He’d be sitting on the floor at the table, still working the last few problems. You’d both have a small conversation, something to fill the room while he finished up. Then he’d crawl into bed, next to you.

“Just like when we were kids, right?” He’d grin at you, and you couldn’t help the way you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Yeah, just like when we were kids,” you’d reply and reach out for his hands, shifting to lay on your side. Koushi doing the same and inching even closer to you. He’d bring your hands up to chest level, playing with your fingers just like he’d do when the two of you were younger.

And then the two of you would fall asleep. His arm draped over your waist, pulling you close into his chest with your legs tangled with his.

You always fell asleep last, always so anxious about the whole ordeal. It’s different sleeping and cuddling together when you’re older compared to when you were both younger.

When you were younger it was just platonic feelings. And now that you’re both older and know about romantic feelings, well, something bloomed between the two of you.

Before you’d fall asleep you’d stare up at his soft face, your fingers slightly hovering over his face and especially over the beauty mark that you loved so much. He was no longer embarrassed about it like he used to be (because of you and your adoration for it). Then your hand would return back to resting on his chest and you’d nuzzle your head into him as well.

Koushi’s breathing always soothed you; it was deep and heavy. Always peaceful as you watched his chest rise and fall. You nuzzled your face into him even deeper if it was possible, your fingers lightly tapping against his sturdy chest.

He smelled a bit like lavender. It was subtle, sweet and calming. There were a few other scents too but they weren’t overbearing and never quite lingered in your nose like the lavender scent. And whenever you think about him, you just think of Koushi’s lavender scent as well as how he smelled like home.

Home.

Yeah, being with him felt like home. Even when—no—especially when your own home didn’t feel like home. You felt comfortable with him, like it was you and him versus the world. This felt natural, normal.

The lingering glances, the subtle touches.

I think it was safe to say that you’re in love. You felt stupid for saying so, even thinking so. You are in high school, barely seventeen as a second year. People would always cringe when high schoolers said they were in love.

But no one can invalidate your feelings. Only you knew what you felt and no one could say otherwise.

You’re in love with Sugawara Koushi and it didn’t scare you.

You’re in love with Sugawara Koushi and it comforted you.

You knew him better than you knew yourself and you were sure he felt the same about you, knowing you well, I mean. You still weren’t sure if he returned your feelings.

That’s how you found yourself outside his house, standing in front of him. Sugawara stared at you, head tilted with confusion since usually the two of you would just head in to get started on homework.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his hand reaching for yours. He called out for you again, your name gracing his lips. His thumb rubbed small circles on the back of your hand and you looked down off to the side, scared and unsure.

“I-uhm,” your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your throat. Speaking was hard, and god you don’t think you could stare up at him while you confessed your feelings.

Rip it off like a bandaid. Just rip it off like a bandaid. Just. Rip it off! LIKE A—

With closed eyes and your hand clasping around his, you stuttered out, “I-I-uh-I really like you Koushi! It’s-It’s fine if you don’t, y’know, feel the same. I just-I just had to tell you.”

You pursed your lips and the small caresses on the back of your hand stopped. Good thing you planned to do this before entering into his house. Now you could just book it home. But then he laughed and his hand holding yours tightened back before you could run off; as if he knew you were going to do so.

You just confessed to Sugawara Koushi and he’s laughing. You felt like crying, honestly.

But Koushi was laughing because he was relieved. Relieved that he didn’t have to hold back anymore, that he no longer had to wait. Koushi had wanted you to make the first move because he already knew you liked him. He just wanted you to feel comfortable enough with your feelings before anything else happened.

All of the soft touches, the cuddling, the approaching you from behind and hugging you as you do manager work, Koushi let happen naturally. Because they were natural. It’s not like you didn’t do it back.

Whenever he’d be on break, drinking water he’d find your arms wrapped around his torso no matter how sweaty he was. Or on bus rides to practice matches or to the Sendai gym for games the two of you would sit next to each other and one of you would always fall asleep with your head resting against the other’s shoulder.

And you know, maybe Koushi was partially laughing at the fact that you couldn’t tell he likes you back. He thought it was obvious at least.

“Wh-what are you laughing about Koushi!” You pouted, tears slightly gathering at the corner of your eyes out of anxiety and fear of rejection.

“No, no, nothing bad, you’re so cute,” he sighed out, a smile apparent on his face as he took a step closer to you. “It’s just that-” he gestures with his free hand back and forth between you and himself “-I thought you knew I liked you. Because I knew you liked me. And with how we’ve been cuddling and—”

“Ah!” You shouted, lightly hitting his chest with your free hand. He let out an ‘oof’ before you placed your head against his chest out of embarrassment. You felt his chest reverberate as he laughed, his other hand coming up to rest on the top of your head, his fingers drawing soothing circles on your scalp.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, your voice muffled against his chest. Koushi sighed, the corners of his lips tugging upwards.

“I thought we already were, y’know, together? I just wasn’t too sure,” Koushi replied. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable either. Wanted to wait till you were comfortable.”

“What if I never was?”

“I’d wait forever then.”

You huffed against his chest, wrapping your other arm around him, the hand holding his tightening. Koushi set his arm around your back, pulling you in closer as he turned to place his cheek against your head.

“You’re cheesy, Kou.” y

“Only for you.” He turned his head to kiss the crown of yours before laying his cheek against you once more. “Now let’s go inside, get some homework done and cuddle some more.”

“I hate you.”

Koushi hummed, being the first to pull away, holding your hand tightly to walk towards his house, “Whatever you say. I know you don’t.”

✎ ameris’ notes. a scene straight from my and my friends’ self-ship AU that I thought could work well as a reader-insert LOL. shifted it around so that their characters (themself?) don’t appear. actually well, it’s not really straight from it. i haven’t written this part in the AU but i wanted to write it anyway hahdfkjhakjfh LOL i tried my best not to make reader too much like myself, i only used part of the reason for relationship anxiety of mine looool.

#sugawara koushi x reader #sugawara koshi x reader #sugawara koushi x male!reader #sugawara koshi x male!reader #sugawara koushi x neutral!reader #sugawara koshi x neutral!reader #sugawara koushi fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male!reader #haikyuu x neutral!reader #a.writes #💜.suga

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five-rivers · 4 years ago

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Long Night in the Valley chapter 7

Oof, this chapter kept getting longer.

It was times like this that really drove home the fact that Eri had been raised by yakuza.

Normally, it was easy to forget. Eri was an angel, almost too well behaved at times, and Mirio loved spending time with her. Being asked to look after her while her foster parents were away was a privilege, not a chore.

Right now, though?

Now, Eri was in the middle of total meltdown and screaming threats at the news anchor who had just… reported something totally unbelievable and, if he was being honest, incredibly aggravating, even for him.

Mirio hoped Eri didn’t know the meanings of half the words she was shouting but, Chisaki Kai being the utter horror that he was, she’d probably seen at least some of them done to people in front of her.

Once again, Mirio was filled with the totally reasonable, if unheroic, desire to punch Chisaki until his legs came off like his arms did. As this was not, in the moment, a helpful impulse, he pushed it aside.

“I’m gonna kill you!” screamed Eri, throwing another marker at the TV screen, tears streaming down her face and horn sparking dangerously.

On one hand, it was great that Eri felt safe enough here at UA and around Mirio to have this outburst. On the other, Mirio really, really did not want to get de-aged out of existence.

It would be really great to have his quirk right now. Or Tamaki. If only he and Hado hadn’t been at their internships today, maybe they could have solved this together.

He was currently alternating between trying to verbally calm Eri down and serially dialing every teacher involved in Eri’s care.

Aizawa-sensei’s phone just rang and rang.

Yamada-sensei’s went straight to a completely unhelpful voicemail.

Kayama-sensei’s went to an even less helpful voicemail that also had the side-effect of making Mirio feel incredibly embarrassed.

All Might-sensei was supposedly “kidnapped.”

Recovery Girl had her ‘medical emergency’ message on.

This left a single, terrifying recourse.

Nezu.

With shaking hands, he pressed the call button and prepared to pray to the Rat God.

“Hi, Principal Nezu!” he said, loudly and brightly as soon as he heard the phone pick up.

“Hello, Togata-kun! I take it that Eri-chan has seen the news?”

“I’m going to tear out your eyes and sew them to your a—”

Hoooo, boy.

“Yeah,” said Mirio, “and she’s not taking it well. I’m really sorry, but I need help.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for!” chirped Nezu. “Knowing when to call for backup is something we try to instill in all our students. I’ll be over right away.”

There was a beep as the line went dead. Mirio put his phone back in his pocket and winced as Eri took a deep breath and let out another round of invective.

“Eri,” he said, deciding to make one more attempt to calm her down before Nezu came, “don’t you think that’s a bit much? She’s probably only saying what she’s been told.”

Eri whirled, incensed. “But that’sa lie! Deku isn’t a villain!”

“I know, but—”

“It’s the news!” she said, stomping her foot. “They’re not supposed to say things that aren’t true! That’s what Yagi-san says!”

“She might not know it isn’t true,” said Mirio, smiling consolingly (he knew this particular smile was consoling, because he’d practiced extensively). “Sometimes, people believe lies. Even good people.”

This was something Eri knew well, so Mirio hoped this reasoning got through to her.

It did not.

“But,” said Eri, incredulously, “it’s Deku.”

Mirio agreed with that sentiment, he really did. But the sheer level of fury currently concentrated into Eri’s tiny body was too much for him to handle.

Still, she seemed to be thinking instead of yelling or crying, so that was good.

“I’m going to bite them,” she said, dreadfully calm.

“Who?” asked Mirio, dreading the answer and knowing the storm had only stopped momentarily.

“The people who come to interrogate me,” said Eri, as if it were a given that she’d be interrogated. He was impressed she knew the word, right up until how she must have known it hit him.

“Why are you going to bite them?”

“Deku said that if a stranger tried to make me go with them or do something I didn’t want I should bite them and scream. And also…” She proceeded to describe a series of actions that would probably have the average assailant lying on the ground in a fetal position, defeated. “And you, and Amajiki-san, and Hado-san said I should…” Mirio vaguely recalled being consulted for and contributing certain portions of this but combined with Midoriya’s contributions and Eri’s anger it became significantly more sinister. “And ‘Zawa agreed and he told me I should…” Ah. That was worse. Much worse. And knowing Aizawa, he’d probably taught her how to do at least some of it.

Mirio abruptly realized that, out of all the people Eri knew, he was most likely the second sanest. He, as a person who saw no issue with appearing nude on national television multiple times, was not used to having such a position.

If the commission were wise, they wouldn’t send any of their people anywhere near Eri. They’d die.

The door burst open. “Am I a dog, a mouse, or a bear? One thing’s for sure, I’m the principal!”

Mirio now understood why Tamaki spent so much time hiding in corners.

His students screamed alongside him as he fell. He twisted, surprised and uncontrolled, in the air, flashes of skyscraper windows passing in and out of his vision. Above him, the woman, Nana, stood on the air, looking down.

Uraraka had reflexively stopped herself fairly quickly with her quirk, but she was now too far away to reach himself, Iida, or Todoroki. Todoroki was trying to copy one of his father’s moves and fly with the flames produced by his left side, but obviously trying to do something like that with no practice wasn’t going to work well.

Suzuki was there, too, but Aizawa’s first responsibility was to his kids, not the idiot that got them into this mess.

He swung his capture weapon upwards, trying to reach Uraraka, but the tumbling threw his aim off.

Green lightning flashed in the corner of his eye, and he found himself wrapped in black tentacles and moving sideways at great speed. They crashed through one of the windows into an oddly blurry and muted office space.

Midoriya released Aizawa and set down his classmates carefully. “Can you get Ochako down? Blackwhip is still… difficult.”

Aizawa looked Midoriya over quickly. He was wearing his hero costume. It had the same tears in it as it did after the aerial battle with Chisaki Kai.

There was a pattern here.

He nodded and walked to the window. Now that they were no longer falling, his aim was true, and Uraraka, who had been inching closer by deactivating then reactivating her quirk, caught the end of the capture weapon easily. He reeled her in.

“Izuku!” she said bouncing over to him and hugging him. “You’re okay!”

“Haha,” said Midoriya, “yep.”

“You let Suzuki fall,” said Aizawa, who had been contemplating much the same thing.

“I would have done something different,” said Midoriya, “but it wasn’t entirely up to me. Nana would just drop him again. It’s a dream, besides. Worst that will happen is that he’ll wake up and then we can use that to wake you guys up.” He turned away. “Come on, Six is this way.”

“Six, not seven?”

“Nana’s taking care of,” he waved his hand in the direction of the broken window, “that.”

Uraraka glanced that way. “I wasn’t sure before, but that’s Skyrunner, isn’t it? I didn’t think she was still alive.”

“She isn’t,” said Midoriya, shortly, before beginning to stride across the room. “We really don’t have time to stand around. Six will explain things better than me.”

“Who’s Skyrunner?” asked Todoroki.

Aizawa kept his eyes on Midoriya. He seemed distracted, his movements were lower energy than usual, as if his mind was miles away.

“She was a hero ages ago. She’d be in her eighties, I think, but that was her. I found her when I was doing research on quirks similar to mine.”

“They aren’t really the same,” said Midoriya. “Float is an at-will telekinetic type quirk with a personal range. Yours is a five-point touch physical property alteration quirk.”

“Application-wise,” said Uraraka. “But how can we be in her head if she’s dead? You said before, we were in All Might’s head, so…”

“Wait, what?” How the heck were they supposed to have gotten into Yagi’s head? Was this something Midoriya’s dreaming subconscious came up with? Or was there a massive problem about to smack him in the face as soon as he woke up?

More massive than the Hero Commission feeling justified in running a quirk-assisted interrogation on a minor. A minor who was unconscious and may have been moved to another facility, away from any adults who might be on their side.

Midoriya had stopped to lean against a doorway, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m not completely here. I can’t—I’m busy, it’s hard to process.”

“Busy doing what?” asked Todoroki.

“Being awake,” said Midoriya.

“You’re awake?” repeated Aizawa.

“Halfway. It’s just—Unexpected quirk interaction. When I was shot—” He broke off and shuddered. “Six will be able to explain it better. I’m on the run, sensei, I’m sorry.”

“You’re awake and on the run from the Hero Commission.”

“Mhm,” said Midoriya. “Six will explain. Probably. I haven’t directly met Six yet.”

There were so many concerning things about that statement that Aizawa didn’t know where to start. Midoriya pushed off the doorway and kept walking.

“We need a contact point,” he said, “so we can cross over to Six. I don’t know where they’d be for Nana and Six, though.”

As they walked, the building slowly changed from a generic office space to something that, at least to Aizawa, resembled a hero agency. An old, dated hero agency.

“Does this have something to do with ‘first contact?’”

“It doesn’t need to be first contact,” said Midoriya, waving over his shoulder. “Just contact. The rules are weird, apparently? I think they’re different, normally. I’m not sure where to go…”

“I’ll show you.”

Aizawa was incredibly tired of people showing up out of nowhere. And Nana really had shown up out of nowhere, suddenly materializing in the hallway, not even having the courtesy to step out of a doorway or from around a corner and pretend this world operated on anything approaching hard and fast rules.

“Hey, hey,” said Nana, “you guys are all really tense, aren’t you?”

“You did drop us from fifty stories up.”

“Haha, yeah, I did,” said Nana, grinning and ruffling Midoriya’s hair. “I’m still dropping that jerkface back there. Hopefully, he’ll decide to nope out before too long and we can get the rest of you out of here without the whole Journey to the West reenactment.”

Midoriya squinted up at her, listing slightly to one side. “Every time you use slang it’s so weird.”

“Come on, kid, I’m not that old.” She sighed. “I’d give you Float now, but given present circumstances, you’ll probably want Six’s or Two’s.”

Midoriya straightened—And was it just Aizawa or did his outline become clearer?

“You can do that?” he asked. He brought his hand up to his chin, index finger resting beneath his lower lip. “It could be possible, depending on the mechanism,” he mumbled. “But then would getting out be…? No, it can’t be something like that, or it wouldn’t even be mentioned, and it didn’t work with Suzuki… But it’s worth testing—Aizawa-sensei, can you use your quirk on Todoroki? Todoroki, think really hard about waking up while you do it.”

They tried this. Nothing happened, other than Todoroki not being able to use his quirk. Aizawa had the sinking suspicion that this conversation was about Midoriya’s quirk gaining yet another, bizarre manifestation. Did his quirk have something to do with split personalities? Loading other peoples’ personalities and quirks into his head?

“It isn’t that, then,” said Midoriya. “Saito’s quirk could still have a mechanism like that.”

“Or it could be the interaction between your quirk and hers,” said Nana.

Midoriya was silent for a moment. “I guess,” he said finally. “But we have to test—”

“We don’t want to overload you. Like I said, I think you’ll want Six’s or Two’s more than mine. Or even Four’s.”

Midoriya shook his head. “No, considering what we’re up against, Float would be very useful. Can we try?”

Nana nodded, put her hands on his shoulders, and bent at the waist to whisper something in Midoriya’s ear. The room briefly flickered into sky, a sunset or sunrise throwing brilliant color from horizon to horizon. The sound of wings presaged a flock of birds. Aizawa braced for a fall. Nana stood back up. The room returned. “Did you get it?”

Aizawa checked to make sure all of his (shaken) students were still there.

“I think so,” said Midoriya. He took a deep breath. “Yes. I have it.” He looked back at Aizawa. “I’m sorry, I really have to go, now.”

Aizawa was also getting really tired of people disappearing, he decided.

Nana sighed. “Anyway, come on, we have to get going.”

They all looked to Aizawa before following. Aizawa sighed. They didn’t have any other leads on what to do, and if they didn’t, they might get dragged along anyway. “Might as well,” he said. “This had better be a great explanation. And I’d like it before we get to this ‘Six.’”

“Yes,” said Todoroki. “Does Midoriya have multiple personality disorder?”

“It’s Dissociative Identity Disorder, and no,” said Nana. “Not as such. For now… We’re part of Nine’s—Izuku’s—quirk.”

“Funnily enough, I had put that together. Why you?”

“I used to ask myself that, you know. Six is the one who can answer. In the meantime… consider this a quirk history field trip. Here we are.” They stepped into a conference room, a projector springing to life along with the faint murmur of phantom voices. “I was just a sidekick back then,” she said. “Not his, though. It’s funny. Toshinori was mine, you know. Before his debut. He didn’t even go by All Might back then.” The room glitched.

Aizawa managed to get the impression of a surreal, almost Lovecraftian, landscape, rubble, and the words ‘You’re next.’

Aizawa could have gone his entire life without knowing that All Might had cribbed his last words as a hero from his teacher.

Nana laughed. “To be fair,” she said, patting his arm (patting his arm), “he’s not the only one. Come on, I want you four worlds away from Suzuki. Let’s get this show on the road.”

The lighting in the room shifted, and it filled with ghosts much like in Izuku’s school. Another, younger, version of Nana sat among them, looking up at the projector.

The underground hero Fidelity is here today to discuss a possible smuggling ring based out of Musutafu…

As the young man walked in, the whispers arrived… But there seemed to be fewer whisperers.

First contact.

Izuku managed to levitate a centimeter off the ground before settling himself again. Enough not to be noticed by anyone but Toshinori.

Toshinori who was close to tears. Izuku blinked back a few of his own.

This was good. With Float and the right planning, they could possibly break their trail even without the more complicated maze-path he and Toshinori had planned out. Some of the words in Trace’s file seemed to indicate her quirk only worked over solid objects, and she didn’t work with the Coast Guard, even though her quirk would, otherwise, be quite useful there. The conclusion couldn’t be trusted, of course, but if he could manage to stay floating, and get Toshinori to float as well, it would be well worth it.

He almost laughed at himself. Mastering a quirk in so little time, worth it.

“If anyone could do it,” said Toshinori, “it would be you, my boy.”

Izuku’s heart filled with warmth as the others agreed. He could almost feel Nana ruffle his hair again.

In theory, the plan to acquire the keys to the testing center’s off-limits areas was very simple.

In practice… It was also very simple, shockingly enough. Maybe it was because the human explosive and the deceptively destructive sunshine child weren’t involved. No, that couldn’t be it.

Hitoshi walked up to a security guard, said excuse me, used his quirk, and asked for the keys. Then he handed them to Yaoyorozu so she could make copies. She gave the guard back the keys, and Hitoshi told the guard to forget him. That order didn’t always work, but they weren’t having the guard move, and the whole operation had taken under five minutes. There wasn’t much to remember in the first place.

“What now?” asked Hitoshi.

“Now,” said Yaoyorozu, making more copies of keys. “We get lost.”

The benefit to having a blunt and straightforward demeanor was that people rarely thought Tsuyu was lying.

Well. The UA uniform helped, too. Even among heroes, UA was known to take only the best of the best. The most trustworthy.

“Excuse me, kero,” Tsuyu said, sidling up to a young hero in civilian clothing. “I was told to tell everyone to go into the back—They want us to spread out, for when the police arrive to question us? The doors are already unlocked.” She pointed. “But our teachers have come to pick us up, and we’re going with them, so can you help?”

“Oh, of course. That’s what heroes do, right?” Bubble Girl shot her a pair of finger guns. “Hey, you’re one of Deku-kun’s friends, right? This is so weird. Have you seen the news?”

“Yes, kero.”

“Sorry, sorry, I know that’s probably not something you want to talk about. I hope everything works out for him.”

So did Tsuyu.

The plan to flood the relatively empty back hallways with people and unleash a dance of chaos the Hero Commission, false warriors of light, could not hope to contain, went… Interestingly, in Fumikage’s opinion.

There were several different entrances to the back that people were directed to, and, predictably, some of them were turned back, even though they had unlocked the doors. There were commission people back there, albeit relatively few of them.

The class slipped in among the others. He led the way, as the sneakiest person after Hagakure. Well. Sort of.

It was hard to figure out who was in the lead with all these people everywhere.

Plus, he got… Ahem.

He was swept away on the tide of darkness, with no beacon to guide his way.

Dark Shadow cackled in his ear. “Just admit you’re lost, Fumi,” she said.

“I am not!” he hissed back.

“Besides there are fire escape maps over there.”

Oh, that was helpful.

When Chiyo woke up this morning, she had not expected to face the fact that Toshinori had finally lost his mind, and the entirely baseless accusation that Midoriya of all people had kidnapped him (the reverse was much more likely, in her opinion). And yet.

When Chiyo had been asked to organize and accompany the fleet of ambulances to pick up their unconscious students and staff members (something she had done many times) she had not expected to be point blank refused by the Hero Commission. And yet.

When Hizashi and Nemuri had asked the fleet to pull around to the back of the testing center, near a loading dock ‘to make room for other traffic,’ she had not expected her coworkers and eleven students to slam up the rolling overhead door of the loading dock and run out at full tilt while carrying ten unconscious bodies.

And yet.

Maybe, after everything, she should have.

She grabbed the radio from the dash and started rolling down the window. “Open the doors!”

The students knew what they were doing, at least with regards to casualty transport. They should. They’d passed the licensing test. Hizashi and Nemuri had better hope this nonsense didn’t get any of those licenses stripped, or, oh, she’d have words with them.

“Hey!” shouted a hero with a prominent commission badge pinned to his costume. He extended his arm and delicate rays of light shot forth. He was aiming mostly at Hizashi and Nemuri. Typical. One of the rays of light hit Hizashi’s heel, and his shoe turned to stone, causing him to stumble.

Chiyo calmly stuck the end of her syringe-shaped cane out the window and depressed the well-hidden trigger. A small sedative filled dart his the hero in the neck, where he was not protected by his costume. He dropped.

One or two of the students did a double take. Chiyo rolled her eyes.

Really. She was a licensed Pro Hero. Pros had to be able to act, regardless of how many of their expectations were being subverted.

The students could stand to learn that.

Large public TV screen at the intersection caught Izuku’s attention, despite how he was keeping his gaze on his feet, the better to monitor his use of Float.

But, then, Izuku had practically trained himself to notice any screen with All Might on it. That this one also had his picture on it was just frosting on the cake.

They’re moving fast.

Of course they are. We’re a threat.

We weren’t!

We’ve always been. Do you remember—?

They aren’t putting quirk users into concentration camps.

No, just training camps.

Not the time. We’ll have to deal with the Hawks problem later.

… We were hoping for more time.

“The Hawks problem?” asked Toshinori.

“I have no idea,” said Izuku. “Come on, we have to keep going.”

Trace was very good at what she did, and Hawks was genuinely hoping that she would be the one to find Midoriya and All Might, not him. He didn’t want to be responsible for what was going to happen to the kid, spy or no. He didn’t want to get on All Might’s bad side, either, retired or not.

Really. The commission should have taken the hint when All Might left of his own accord. Hawks didn’t know how he’d found out about the commission’s plan to psychically interrogate Midoriya, but obviously he did. And he objected. Strenuously.

It might have been better for him to go public, though, rather than spirit the kid away.

On the other hand… It had only been a couple hours at this point. Maybe he hadn’t had the chance. Getting the kid out of commission hands might have been his priority, depending on how much he heard.

What Hawks had heard… Yeah. Not great. One guy in particular had seemed overly enthusiastic about Midoriya’s possible rehabilitation.

He sighed and took off his goggles, so he had a better view of the city below him. Hawks had lucked out in the color receptor department. Like most birds, he had four, as opposed to the baseline human three. If anyone could pick out Midoriya’s green mop and All Might’s eye-watering blonde in these crowds, it would be him.

And if they had changed their appearances?

Well. Their heights were distinctive enough on their own, especially when paired.

Hawks genuinely hoped Trace would find them first. But he wasn’t counting on it.

Well. This was far from the worst thing the commission had asked him to do.

Samson and Delilah were a relatively new duo. Samson had a gorilla mutation. Delilah had a ‘conditional status ailment’ quirk that doubled as a boost to herself. Kind of annoying to activate, though, honestly. Who else had a quirk that made them eat hair?

Anyway, this was their first assignment from the commission. All they had to do was pick up a potential witness.

“Or colluder,” said Samson.

“Come on, have you seen her face?” Delilah gestured with the photo in her hand.

“She’s his mother. Mothers know everything.”

“Your mom, maybe,” said Delilah. “I think this is it.” She checked the door number. Yep. “You knock.”

Samson’s knock was loud and intimidating. It got no response.

“Again?” suggested Delilah.

But no matter how many times Samson knocked, he would get no answer. Midoriya Inko was not home.

Inko checked the piece of paper with Dr. Tsubasa’s current address on it again. Hisashi had always told her that if anything happened, and he couldn’t be there, she should go to Dr. Tsubasa. She never had. The wound he had given her son when he was five had never completely faded, and she couldn’t help but hate him for that.

But Hisashi wasn’t picking up his phone, and this, this was bigger than she could hope to deal with.

Dr. Tsubasa had better be able to. Or else.

(Inko did not know if the ‘or else’ was for herself, Izuku, Hisashi, or Dr. Tsubasa himself, but it was most certainly there.)

(Incidentally, Hisashi was going to get a lot of ‘else’ from her regardless, for not picking up his phone.)

Once, when he was young and stupid, Tomura had thought of life as a single-player game. First person. A shooter, maybe. First person RPG.

Before he’d turned twenty, though, he’d realized that to get anywhere, he’d need a party. Obviously, he was still the only player, other than Sensei, and Sensei didn’t count. Sensei was different. Everyone else was NPCs. Interesting ones, maybe. But just look at Twice! He could turn everyone into infinitely respawning mobs. As things were meant to be.

But the USJ, Hosu, and everything that happened that summer had taught him better. This was a co-op, and when someone got a permanent game over, when they were logged off forever… It made something burn inside him because those were his party members.

He’d found Magne annoying. But when she declared herself everyone’s big sis…

Even so, he’d hung on to the notion that they were fighting the CPU. No intelligence on the other side. Just violence, power, and an assortment of unfair, programmed-in cheat codes.

This, too, was a false impression of the world. This revelation hadn’t come as quickly as the last. In fact, if he were to be honest with himself (a despicable practice) he’d have to admit the realization had been building, percolating, since the USJ. It was something he’d acknowledged, even, although he hadn’t realized it at the time.

This game had a Player 2. And the noob had just finished the tutorial.

He smiled wide enough to make his lips crack and sting in the dusty air of the current hideout. The pinging news alerts on his phone faded into the background as he made his plans.

Tomura was supposed to be following the main questline, gathering party members, and powering up, but what was multiplayer without griefing? What was an open sandbox without distractions?

“Hey, guys,” said Tomura, lazily, not even looking over his shoulder. “You up for a side quest?”

#long night in the valley #bnha #boku no hero academia #fic #my fic

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id-never-letyoudown · 3 years ago

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Rare pair hell below (plz work readmore) part 2

Henry Hidgens didn't have the best childhood. Being shipped off to live with his aunt and uncle after coming out to his parents and then disowned does not make for a happy nor healthy mind. He was sixteen when it happened. His only light in those trying times were his aunt and uncle. They supported him. No matter what he wished to do.

He wanted to learn an instrument? Sure. He wanted to take up songwriting? Absolutely. Shoot a gun? You bet. And Henry was quite ambitious to say the least. He dabbled in a little bit of everything while he lived with them. It had been the first time he'd been allowed to truly express himself.

And they accepted him. Sure they had to get used to a few things, they'd sometimes use the wrong name-but they were always quick to correct themselves. And that was all he could ask for. His parents never bothered to try. Last he heard they were telling people that their only daughter had died and they had no sons.

Henry wanted to do big things, make a name for himself doing what he loved. And he just happened to love many things-and if you asked him he excelled at them all. Of course.

It took some string pulling and a lot of extra credit and the like, but Henry had managed to get himself accepted into a nice college outside of Hatchetfield. He never could decide on what he wanted to do, so again he tried a bit of everything that tickled his fancy.

He was particularly gifted in biology. Anything to do with the human body. And had a special interest in things that had adverse effects on them as well. Diseases, plagues-you name it.

His presentations drew a lot of attention. Attention that brought him to the door of the P.E.I.P. Not literally to their door, of course. Especially when he moved back and resumed his studies in Hatchetfield. They were interested in him. His intellect. And thought he could help them. The fact that he called Hatchetfield his home was another point of interest. And the fact that his last remaining family had died in a freak accident months prior made him stand out. A smart man who knew how to handle a gun and who wouldn't be missed if he should disappear? He was practically made for their organization.

Henry declined their initial offer, having just landed a position on a team of scientists currently studying a disease he was very curious about-and just so happened to be immune to.

He had made a lot of friends at Hatchetfield Community College-a few of which became his lovers. They would all go to the football field at five o'clock to catch up every day. Always. Henry had been a little impatient and wasn't as thorough as he should have been during his decontamination procedure one day, eager to see his boys.

He infected every one of them. And had to watch them each die, one by one. Comforting them while searching for a cure. He still visits that campus in the anniversary of the start of their collective deaths, because having to go back days in a row would have been too much for him.

He ended up joining P.E.I.P shortly after that. He wasn't at the top of their ranks, sure. But he was known as a good marksman and the person you wanted to see if you needed some special equipment. But his speciality was theorizing. Because he had this uncanny ability of almost always being right.

It was discovered that he had foresight. Not the most powerful they've seen, but a good asset nonetheless. This is what made him a valuable member of P.E.I.P.

It should be noted that Henry, though preferring very much to work alone, had grown incredibly fond of a certain general. The two had even-and continue to-hooked up on several occasions. Henry had gotten a little attached and was hurt when he discovered McNamara was marrying his good friend Xander-but he supported them both fully. The three do still fool around together and Henry even became the surrogate for their son, in exchange for "a bottle of brandy for every stretchmark" and "never ask me for anything ever again".

His time at P.E.I.P was filled with adventure and excitement. He loved every minute of it.

And then the fatal day happened.

Henry was well aware that they had lost an agent to the Black and White. But that didn't stop his curiosity. He swore it was like it was calling to him. The portal. He'd dream about it. Sometimes he found himself passing by the lab it was kept in and stopping for no reason other than to gaze longingly at it.

He didn't have the clearance to venture into the Black and White, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't come up with a good enough reason for he himself to go.

And then one day he just so happened to find the masterkey card just... lying on his desk. Like it was waiting for him. And when he grabbed it it felt as though someone was standing right over him. Just this great, overwhelming presence. But a... welcomed one. Which wouldn't make sense to him until later.

He had to sneak in when everyone else had gone. But once he made it, once he stepped into the Black and White for the very first time-he fucking ate the primordial pavement and cracked his helmet.

And just as the panic was about to set in he heard it. A man's voice. One he's heard before but could only now make out.

It'd felt like he'd been wandering around that great expanse of nothingness for days-it had only been minutes-but seeing this stranger, and knowing he must have so much to tell him, made it all worth it.

"Was wondering when you were gonna get the hints, Dove." The man spoke, wearing far too much denim for Henry's tastes-but somehow he made it work. "Bet you got a lotta questions."

"You have no idea-" where did he go-oh!

Henry's helmet was gone now. And he could feel the man's warm breath against his ear. And feel him right behind him. Practically touching. "Oh but I do." When he turned around the man was gone. Henry only had to look back to find him in his original position. "And I can answer them all."

".... There's a catch, isn't there." It wasn't a question. Henry knew he needed to leave through the portal soon, unless he wanted to stay there trapped forever. "What do you want?"

"Smart, Dove. See, that's why I like you. Straight to the point. You know exactly what you want." Oh please, it took him years to settle on a major- "It just wasn't plain to see. Power."

"Power?"

"Power. Fame. Recognition. And everything in between. I can give you it all. All you have to do is shake my hand."

"I shake your hand and I become a pawn for one of your lords, is that right?" Henry eyes him skeptically, but the offer was tempting. After all-

"You know apotheosis is already upon us. Might as well rig the show while there still is one."

Henry stares at the stretched out hand, his own twitching at his side. It was true. He's seen it. Several Its, actually. So many outcomes. So many branching realities. Lost when he woke up. But coming back to the surface the longer he stayed here.

"I..." He reached for his hand, eyes finding bright, apple green. He saw a promise. A promise for power. For the ability to set the pieces wherever he wished and watch them fall. For everything he could ever wish for and... more? More.

Henry wanted so much more than what he'd been given. What he worked for.

And just as he was about to lay his palm down he was yanked back. Something had pulled on his lifeline, sending him stumbling back.

"Henry!" The general shouted behind him, and just as he looked back, to give the stranger one more look, he was gone. "Henry what were you thinking?!"

"No..." Henry had to be dragged back through the portal, kicking and screaming. "No-let me go! Let me-" and then the crying began. He couldn't stop the tears from streaming down his cheeks. When he finally stopped resisting McNamara let him sink to the floor, in front of the deactivated portal. And the promises it held.

"You should have let me go." His voice cracked, slumping foward. Black strands of hair fell in his face, obscuring his vision. Not that the tears weren't already doing that. "You should have-" he hiccupped.

A hush fell over the room. An odd tingling sensation ran over him. Similar to walking out into the heat after spending hours in a cold theater. His hair, strand by strand. From root to tip. Began to turn a silvery white.

Needless to say P.E.I.P didn't let him go for a long while after that. They interrogated him. Poked and prodded. Took samples of his hair. Something told Henry he needed them to think he was just slightly unhinged. Just a bit. Just enough to get them to believe he wasn't a threat.

And when they did let him go, they called it 'retirement' and gave him a new identity. And a job as a professor. Just to be safe. So no one would ask questions. He wasn't particularly happy about it. And stormed out of the facility in a huff. During a big storm.

McNamara was right on his heels. "This is just a precaution, Henry-"

"A precaution?! Putting foam on sharp corners in a precaution-this is just-u g h!" Henry threw his hands up, already soaked to the bone. White hair sticking to his face. Damn he needed a haircut. "This is wrong and you know it!"

"You entered the portal without permission-do you know what could have happened if I didn't come back?!" He had to shout just to be heard over the sound of pouring rain.

"This place was like home to me, you know that-and I make one mistake and that's it?! Poof! How fair is that?!"

"I'm trying to convince them to let you back on, I just need you to lay low-"

"Lay low?!" He laughed bitterly, pushing his hair out of his eyes. You couldn't even tell the difference between the rain and his tears. "I'm Henry 'Hidgens' now! What the fuck kind of name is that? And sixty-three?! R e a l l y?! I don't even look that old! Who's going to believe that?!"

He spread his arms out in a wide arc, "You're all going to regret not having me here, just you wait and see. You're going to come crawling to ol' Henry Hidgens, Biology professor at Hatchetfield Community College for help one day and you know what he's going to say? Fuck y-"

Thunder shook the area, lightning lighting up the sky in a crooked arc. And then, in the blink of an eye, Henry was struck.

That's what he got for ranting in the middle of a storm.

Anyways, when he was given the okay to return home he spent months crafting his new life. Hey, if he was going to be given a new identity he might as well have fun with itm and he still had to heal from that lightning strike.

He bore a scar that branched like veins all down across his body. Staring from the left side of his neck, and down to his right ankle. He liked to play up the 'unhinged and questionable professor' bit a lot. And loved to pepper in the very real fact that he'd been struck by lightning.

Hell of a thing to brag about.

It had been nearly half a year now since then. He's settled into his new life nicely. Becoming Hatchetfield's known hermit of a whacky professor.

Lately he'd been having a feeling he was being watched. And sometimes, sometimes, he'd see him. The man he now knew as Wilbur Cross. The agent P.E.I.P had lost. They never told him what actually happened though.

He had just come in from his garden one day when he felt it. That familiar presence.

Henry set his basket of apples down. His aunt and uncle had owned this house before, and planted a nice garden-which had been neglected after their passing, but Henry was tending it now. They had a few apple trees as well. Henry planned on making a pie.

That presence was still there. Bearing over him. He didn't know if he was just being paranoid or hopeful or what. Regardless-he went behind his bar, took up his shotgun, and returned shortly after.

And when he did he froze. Because there he was, sitting on the counter. Eating one of the apples. At first the shock was enough to make his jump and aim right at him-not that it bothered this man to have a gun trained on him.

"Wilbur..." Henry didn't know what he felt exactly when he saw him, but suffice to say he was overwhelmed. He lowered his shotgun.

"Hey there, Dove. Ya miss me-"

"I accept."

"Whoa now-at least let me do the pitch!"

"You already did that, remember? And I accept, on one condition."

Wilbur's brow cocked, "Who said you could make conditions?"

"I did. It's an easy thing, really." He came closer, just as Wilbur hopped down from the counter. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey, sliding it over to himself. "Every promise you make to me, you have to keep. And, we seal the deal with a drink."

"You trying to butter me up with booze and apples?"

"The apples are a coincidence."

"A n d you're making demands of me? On top of pulling a g u n on me?.... You know, I think this might be the start of a great partnership. Pass me a shot glass-" he saw Henry pop the lid off the bottle and take a drink with hardly a grimace. His heart would have skipped. If it still beat. "... damn, Dove."

"So, we got a deal or what?"

"First of all, my line." Wilbur grabs the bottle from him, fingers lingering a few seconds too long. "Second, you bet your sweet ass."

They drank together. And thus started their partnership.

#cridgens #tgwdlm #blackfriday #black friday musical #proffesor hidgens #henry hidgens #wilbur cross

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thevoilinauttheory · 3 years ago

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Alt enthusiast to alt enthusiast: how do you come up with so many character ideas? And which one is your favorite? (if you have one)

[ tryin to get some asks - or uh... a couple - in when I can, slowly work on feeding them out lol ]

[ Sometimes even I don't know where the ideas come from - it's like... an amalgamation of different things. When truly processing a character, it can start off in two ways: 1) a name I really like pops up in my head, and I want to use it somewhere or 2) there is an issue I'm having that I want to explore in more detail. ]

[ A lot of my characters have aspects of myself in them that make it easy for me to work on my own problems by essentially... roleplaying them out. A few examples:

Danny has severe depression and ADHD, two things I've been fighting with my entire life. Playing as him helps me find other ways to cope or process my thoughts better.

Ashley takes my love for vices and amplifies them - he's actually based off a mixture of myself and two of my friends (shoutouts to @rose-color-boy and @curlyyfryy!). This can help me (when I start RPing as him) ground myself if I feel a vice addiction is hitting me. ...Or if I just wanna explore vices and their effects in further detail.

Maximiloix focuses on how I can perceive other people. He has his own story, and yeah, takes a piece of my history with him - but ultimately, I wanted to play him because Ishgardians are usually filled with prejudices. As someone who's interested in how brains work, I want to know where these people who have prejudices in real life come from. So I play a character that has them. (As per the part of myself, he faces the guilt of feeling like (and being) the cause of his husband's death. I, after a very long time, have recently come to terms with the same feeling when I watched my best friend die. Back then, I hadn't come to terms with it - I wanted to explore it more as a theme. What would a person filled with that much guilt do, if given the chance to do anything? Well, go mad with power and raise the dead person, obviously.) ]

[ Sometimes I have a weird dream of a weird situation or person that sticks out to me - I'll write it down before I pass out again, then look at it later. Other times, I take inspiration from other peoples' characters (not copying, no, but from example - I see someone playing an Allagan character and I go "huh, I want to try that too"... shout out to @spotofmummery (and an old friend who has since deactivated their account) for my inspirations for Amosis!) ]

[ As for my favorites! I'll give my top five~ :

My number one will always be Maximiloix. He was my first real RP character, one that I was able to stick out into public and for some reason... people liked him! He was always an interesting character to explore, especially his descent into further madness. If anyone is in need of a decent villain or morally ambiguous friend - or teacher/mentor - I, personally, feel like he's the best option to go with in my book.

In second place (as of right now) is Ashley - I haven't played as him yet. I'm really looking forward to it! I want to finish this four part series of his backstory and where he's at currently, then hopefully get him out there for some shenanigans!

Next is Amosis - sometimes it's a little difficult to play as him, but I thoroughly enjoy him as a character (I played myself and created a character far smarter than me 😂). He's absolutely terrible, like. Actually terrible. He touches on a few subjects that are incredibly sensitive to people, so he requires trigger warnings before I start RPing as him with other people. But for people who are interested in masks/layers/dark themes, he's incredibly fun!

After that is Danny. He's such a sweet character - I love him very much. He's very dear to me, considering how long I've had him (technically) as an RP character (I transferred the idea of this character - name and all - from WoW). His current story is engaging, and I can't wait to do more of it when I come off of hiatus. Despite his penchant for trouble, I feel like he's a very loveable and funny character to interact with - with an ability to touch on deep subjects without getting too far into them.

Currently, my number five is Caromont. I really like playing as him, because he's just... a fun character overall. Incredibly happy all the time, loves to make friends and go on adventures. He's not without his own darkness, though, and he can be a very serious character on a moments notice. I enjoy making foreboding comments with him lol

[ Thank you so much for the ask, @sundered-souls!! I recently got rid of a couple characters in my list, so with my new cleaned up blog, I was able to get my thoughts straight! Also very sorry for the long post 😂 ]

#a response for you: ooc #sundered-souls #despite the fact that i've retired a bunch of characters #i have a sheets document of all of my characters #both played and ones that got demoted to npc status #i make sure to keep track of all of them #and the little details i have already made or ones that got built through rp

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herecomesnaya · 4 years ago

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sure, anon! there are lots of different things I could talk about, so maybe I’ll just go through some of my favorites

1) sometimes guys don’t call to talk about sex. sometimes they call to talk about random shit like music or movie recs or history. I had a call start out that way once, and it went on for like an hour like that. then, suddenly, the guy ends up asking me to say a certain phrase for him, because the last time someone said it, it made him “feel weird.”

like, he’d have me say this phrase 5 different times, then be like “can you do 2 and 4 again?” until I said it EXACTLY the way he wanted. and it wasn’t even a sexy phrase, really! unless you think being kicked in the nuts is sexy, which this guy must have, but he never sounded like he was masturbating or came (you get a sense for when guys are jerking it).

he just seemed to want to ask me over and over “why do you think I felt so weird when I heard that?” I’d answer, and he’d be like “hmmm... okay... but why do you think that is?” over and over. 2 and a half hour call in total.

2) a big fetish I deal in is SPH - small penis humiliation. turns out, a LOT of guys (even ones with average to big dicks) like being shamed for their size. it’s really fun, it’s become one of my favorite things (as anyone who’s read my vicroman fics can probably tell).

the things guys will do to get made fun of, I swear! there’s this guy, we’ll call him sprinkledick. a Domme once ordered him to put his little dick in a cupcake wrapper and put whipped cream and sprinkles on top to make it look like a little cupcake. I’m telling you all this because he LOVES people to talk about and make games with his miniscule dick, to the point where we play this little game...

I’ll find something in my room, like a high heel or a lipstick tube or something, and measure it. for every inch shorter he is than whatever I’m measuring against, he has to pay me $10! he’s 3.5 inches, so it’s pretty easy money. he also likes to be ordered to pay for my food and coffee and stuff, and for me to order him to pay my friends.

then, like clockwork, he deactivates his account and goes into hiding for a week or two. then he’s back again. always. ahhh, sprinkledick.

3) this one dude. ohhh my god. bane of my existence. he ALWAYS calls for the same thing and it’s ALWAYS 40+ minutes. he just wants me to go through the same scene over and over again: I’m a strong alien woman like Ursa from that one Superman movie, and I show up at his gym, shame him and the other guys, then fly him to Metropolis, which I destroy in a multitude of creative ways. then I fight Superman and fuck him.

it’s a type of call called a “silent call,” which most people in the industry hate. this is when a guy will say basically nothing and leave you to do all the talking. they’re the WORST kinds of calls because you need to rely on just their breathing and moans to figure out if you’re hitting the right notes. and have you ever tried to ramble off a story for 45 minutes straight off the top of your head? I have. I have so many fucking times.

I mean, he’s not a bad guy. he’s polite, respectful. pays well, even after I increased my rates. but lordt. I can only describe the same thing over and over again before I want to tear off my own ears and eat them. god bless you, city destroying guy, you tiring son of a bitch.

hope that was a little enlightening!

#ask #ama #kuroaoki

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rouiyan · 4 years ago

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hiiiiiii. i was wondering if u could assign your moots as fanfics or tropes? love your works !

omg yes! i think my inbox has been acting up lately but i’m so glad this one came through! also to my moots: if i didn’t get you, it probably means i don’t know you all that well, feel free to hit up my dms and let’s talkkk <33

long asf so under the cut it goes!

@seeing-dreams: lori babe, something about you talking about marrying your hubby 💍 chenle all the time, so much so that the only thing i can think of is: a three-day school trip to some ski resort, and you are forced to sit on the bus with him because your best friend ditched you for her own manz which led to a slight e2l at first, but then you guys bond on the lifty things (tf are they called, like the things that take you up the mountains 🚠) and then boom, magic happens, y’all are engaged.

@orange-nimon-cross: straight up got confused for a sec bc i kept tryna type @/yunha, but here goes: you probably think imma say angst, but nahh, we going ✈️ soft hours. i’m thinking a bsf2l w sicheng, like a high school au where you guys have liked each other for forever but neither of you are willing to admit it until hmm, let’s say he’s asked to prom by someone else and (duN, dUN, DUN) he says yes because he thinks you’ll never like him back...so thus ensues a long, agonizing, period where you stop talking and (this is turning into an angst), and then finally at prom, in like the most dramatic and prolonged way, you lay your feelings straight to him and everyone’s like ö and then you’re crying bc you think it’s a mistake, oh no i’ve ruined everything, omg wtf is wrong w me, and then he kisses you :)

@moonbeamsung: hannah, so here’s the thing. i’m writing it right now. UGH. i was gonna keep this a secret until i decided to release it for sure but ‘chocolate milk’ (the renjun x reader that was supposed to be released over the past break but lol no) is for you! inspired by a bio of yours that i saw on some network where you said you wanted to live in a childhood friends to lovers au, and i manifested it, i really did, but i have no release date as of now HAHA ily.

@lebrookestore: BROOKE, YOU ALREADY KNOW, taeyong angst. i’m also writing it right now so i’m unable to give too much detail but you literally already know (since you requested it LMAO). uhh, let’s see what i can say for now: college au (someone stop me from writing college aus from here on forward), uhh ex!taeyong, uhh vodka in milk 🥛. teaser comes out this week, it’s angsty to the max (but fluff ending!)

@moonlightjeno: luna! my hands are itching to type ‘streetracer jeno au’ but i’m trying to not say something so gosh darn obvious. OMG I GOT IT. we were discussing this the other day hehe -- fantasy au (wink wonk) OMG (ok this doesn’t necessarily count as fantasy bc i’m not bouta world build in this one ask but) werewolf!jeno -- consider me dead 💀consider me deceased ⚰️, consider me to have never been birthed in the first place ❌🤰. this reminds me of this exo bbh fanfic, i read like fifteen times a long while ago, called ‘psych’ (i think the acc has deactivated since) but similarly...you’re broke and you’ll take any rental listing within a twenty minute walk to your college (college au again, when can i stop with these) and you move into the one listing that fit your budget -- but you have to room with (a very hot) roommate!jeno and all the neighbors are already telling you about his “anger issues” and how he likes to smash things around all the damn time. you find out soon enough, one horrifying night, when you walk into his room (door accidentally unlocked) to give him his idk...mail...and right before your eyes he’s shifting (full moon’s out 🌕 and all that) and in the midst, he’s like yelling at you to leave and you do, but then the next time you force him to let you stay with him and over time, he learns to control and you guys fall in love yada, yada, yada. (i really went off didn’t i? oh dear, ignore me).

@danishmiilk: xingyi, hello 👋 , it is i, ree, who you never talk to. but hear me out, babe...coffee shop au...manager!doyoung x customer!reader...in which you complain *once* about how rude the cashier (haechan) was for commenting that your order (a perfectly normal hot chocolate with extra whip cream and sprinkles) was for kiDs oNLy. mans was dragged from his office in the back and, surprisingly unsurprisingly, y’all hit it off right away -- it took only *once* for him to ask you out on a date, rendering cashier!haechan speechless and your world upturned....HAHA. negl, this plot slaps.

@jaeminzie: cel babe, this one literally radiates your energy, i am 👏 not 👏 even 👏 joking. first off, childhood au (i sense another recurring theme...oh no), you and bestfriend!jaemin (ahh, the bsf2l trope that i can never escape) have been going to the same summer camp since the two of you were little kids. as soon as you’re old enough to be camp counselors well, that’s exactly what happens. except, that’s also exactly what causes your first fight, a silly, stupid fight over who could win best camp counselor of the summer by vote of the kids. think baking competition, skipping stones at the lake, fort making, folding paper planes, anything. (yes, i have succumbed to my other overused trope: e2l). and then...an angry, filled with pent up frustrations, pillow fight that has you toppling all over him and *accidentally* brushing your lips to his nose---the rest is self-explanatory.

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phew, that’s all i can do. i have exhausted all my brainpower and perhaps an hour of my time. i bolded the important stuff because i know it’s a lot, i’m a lot, i’m very extra. i also might be using some of these because sometimes...idk man...sometimes i’m an absolute genius. thank you to the terribly endearing anon that asked for this, you are loved (by me! hehe)

#mewchewulls #let's not discuss how this one ask topped 1k #ily guys smm :(

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zosonils · 3 years ago

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about the sonic/mega man crossover, how would Sonic figure into it? would Sonic be like a player 2, maybe have his own separate side story, or what?

i was like 'hmm i haven't thought about it much so i guess this'll be a quick ask' and then the part of my brain that's thought about sonic level design every day for the past ten years awakened and i wrote so fucking much [and tragically it's not even illustrated this time] so this is gonna be under a cut again bhjfkngbkjg

there's a handful of ways you could go about this but i imagine it'd work like classic and modern sonic in generations where every stage has one act for sonic and one act for mega man that you can play in either order! alternatively the sonic rush approach where they both have their own story and you beat both to unlock the final boss could work. there's also the idea of doing it like sonic rush adventure or mega man and bass where you pick one character at the beginning of each stage and can go the entire game only playing as one of them, but this wouldn't really work for the same reason it didn't work in mega man and bass dialled up to 11 - sonic and mega man gameplay are so fundamentally different from each other that it's almost impossible to design a level that's equally fun and fair to play through for both of them. either sonic has to slog through a slow-paced level filled with enemies that can attack him from afar with no way for him to counter from a distance, or rock is constantly tripping over his own big ol robot boots as he stumbles through a level that's throwing shit at him from every possible direction faster than he can reasonably react

sonic's gameplay would probably function more or less identically to sonic colours, i'm thinking for consistency's sake it'd pull from the ds port rather than the wii version so that the entire game is a sidescrolling platformer. all the wii-exclusive wisps [cube, hover, spikes] work in two dimensions and two out of those three are exclusive to the 2d segments so there'd be no issues with squeezing those down to a purely sidescrolling experience, as opposed to the logistical nightmare of making up a way for every single colour power to function in 3d - sonic lost world on 3ds kinda did that for red burst if my memory is correct but it's just not as fun. also i think the thing modern sonic does sometimes where it switches between 2 and 3d mid-level is clunky but that's just me

the reason i talk about wisp logistics is that of course sonic's still gonna have the wisps. nearly all of them would function pretty identically to their ingame incarnations, but unlike in regular sonic colours where you can only use certain wisps in certain spots in certain levels, they'd act more like mega man's weapons where sonic can activate and deactivate them at will until an energy gauge runs out. [i say 'nearly all' because as i mentioned in the last post about this au i think blue cube sucks ass and that'd be even more apparent if you could use it whenever you want. keep some optional ring/cube puzzles for funsies, that's fine, but i'm envisioning a heavier emphasis on the ground pound aspect of it that the game sorta glosses over so that it feels less underwhelming]

just as rock unlocks a new weapon with every robot master defeated, sonic unlocks a new colour power. of course this means that even sonic's levels would have to be almost completely reworked so that you can beat any of them without a single colour power, since i wanna keep the near-total non-linearity from mega man, but honestly i think you could make just as fun a sonic colours experience treating wisps like this. side note, i think i heard a rumour or leak or whatever the kids call it now that sonic colours ultimate is leaning towards this approach, and i have no idea if it's true or not [after all the playable tails rumour [which i had a very vivid dream about while staying at my grandparents' house one summer when i was i think 9 or thereabouts, i wanted it to be real so bad] turned out to be not real :(] but if it is that'll fucking rule

also this should've gone earlier but i can't find a good place to insert it so i'm just saying that both sonic and mega man's gameplay styles will probably lean a bit closer to each other so it doesn't feel too jarring for fans of only one series. since i love both i could just rip straight from their respective titles and it wouldn't matter but unfortunately i care about game design. the core gameplay would be pretty identical for both of them, it'd just be little differences - mega man levels naturally flow faster and the punishment for charging in headfirst is a little more gentle, sonic levels have tighter platforming and encourage a slightly more thoughtful approach without sacrificing the momentum-based gameplay. sonic's stages are a bit trickier than usual [at least on par with the genesis games] and require deliberate skillful movement, mega man's stages are more forgiving and give you more room to breathe, striking a tough but fair balance between 'sometimes challenging but rarely distressingly so' sonic and 'for the love of god please help me' mega man. each character still plays distinctly like themselves, but with adjustments to make it easier for a fan of specifically one series to ease into the other's playstyle, and also so that the constant shifting between two different gameplay styles feels more natural and less jarring

really the biggest issue that this hypothetical crossover poses in terms of gameplay is bosses. of course the robot masters are gonna be the main bosses, but who's gonna fight them? rock could take on the robot masters while sonic fights his own guys, but sonic bosses aren't nearly as interesting as robot masters by nature of each series' core design [sonic is all about the levels themselves whereas mega man is pretty much defined by the showdown with each boss]. is the boss a separate, self-enclosed act 3 you can choose either character for? what's the point of a mega man level that doesn't end in a boss fight, though? is there a forced structure of act 1 as sonic and act 2 as mega man? do they BOTH fight the robot master at the end of their act? if so, how did he come back when he got beaten the first time, but not the second? i guess i'll go with they both fight the robot master and he just teleports away from whoever beats him first or something, but it feels like an incomplete solution and it bothers me lmao

obviously the boss issue only comes up with the robot master stages and the boss rush [would you even want to do a boss rush if you've already had to beat them twice] because the obligatory egg/wily stages at the end would be fine with more generic bosses - maybe the actual bosses from sonic colours repurposed for the final levels, at least on sonic's side of things. the true final boss would naturally have you switch between the two of them in a completely different gameplay style that you have to learn fast or die trying a la sonic adventure 2 or the rushes, and almost definitely is the nega-mother wisp from colours ds

#this devolved into word vomit so fast lmao whoops #i have something of a special interest in game design theory. if it wasn't glaringly obvious yet lmao #too bad i can't code. if i could i'd be making this game already #sega is clearly fine with sonic fangames and i think capcom officially stated that you can use their assets as long as it's not for profit #so if i COULD code this together i don't think any poor innocent corporations would be scared of my big scary fan project and c&d me lmao #just fucking whatever #sonic the hedgehog #mega man #sonic colours #mega colours #sonic forces me to answer questions #aprofessionallurker #op genuinely thank you for giving me the excuse to infodump paragraphs of absolute nonsense about the funny special interest crossover

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