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iampikachuhearmeroar · 4 years ago

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sometime in this last week, or this week coming, my blog has turned/turns 10. god. a decade old. a whole ass chunk of my life i’ve spent on this hellsite. when i began on here, i was a kid. a lost, lonely, depressed and anxious 15/16 year old kid. a kid scared of her future. a kid confused about her future. what to do for uni. to change schools or not??? to do drama/acting at uni or english/philosophy or to move 8hrs away to another regional uni to “escape” her “washed up, dead end hometown” that was so typical of all the pop-punk music that she was listening to at the time.

she was a tad overdramatic, loud, “funny” (as described by her school friends) and terribly forgetful in regards to homework and school assignments. she was angry at the world, most especially the catholic school she was fucking sick and tired of attending. but she was convinced that since she was the so-called “funny girl”, that she simply couldn’t be depressed or anxious. she believed herself unloveable because she didn’t look like a weird mixture of hayley williams and emo-pop queen lights. but now, i no longer believe that i have to look like the women that i looked up to in the ~emo scene~. fuck beauty standards. i am loveable.

in the years since joining tumblr, i’ve managed to get through business college, my undergrad degree and, well, failed out of postgrad due to obvious burnout and health issues amongst other things. although i’ve lost many friends irl and many followers/mutuals online on here. for those who’ve stuck around to see me get through all of this, thank you. to all the friends/casual mutuals that have since deactivated or only followed me for a short time then unfollowed; thank you.

like obviously i was never/have never been a massive popular blog on here, like thebootydiaries or vampireapologist (who has since deactivated a couple of months ago) with tens of thousands of followers. my follower count is still close to the 8,000 range at 7,892. obviously that’s still a lot of people (and of course, porn bots lmao and many, many non-active blogs), enough like one super old post from like 2012 tumblr pointed out, enough for a small to medium sized city or town, or something like that. i don’t know how many people i’ve really reached. i really don’t know how i actually amassed this small army of people.

i am aware though, that on other platforms like snapchat (lmao does anyone even use it anymore in 2021???)/instagram/youtube/tiktok etc, i’d PROBABLY be considered as some type of ~micro influencer (🤮🤮)~. hell, i actually had a bot slide into my notes about being one on here on this hellsite back in 2019. i don’t know if i’ve ever actually ~influenced~ anyone on here with my shitposts (when i started making some) or my personal posts. i don’t know my reach. even though, now, i do occasionally get featured on buzzfeed listicles (although pay me buzzfeed along with the OPs of those original embedded posts), i still don’t know how many people i’ve reached… and even with my very occasional checks of google analytics lmao. on top of this, grappling with the loss of followers at times is much, much easier than it was when i began on here and the first few years following that. i know that my follower count doesn’t determine my worth and stuff.

but over these 10 years, i have grown. i turn 26 this year. back in 2011, 15/16yo me never thought she’d be here. she was partially down the suicidal thoughts hole, with things about ~picturing her funeral and wondering who’d bother to turn up. if only she could pretend to be dead for a day to see who’d give a fuck~ and 16-18yo me was defs down it with her HSC hellscape thoughts in 2012/2013. that 3rd floor tafe/tech women’s bathroom window drop and the thought of scarring her class for life (and that cool dude from catholic school that she crushed on who ended up at tafe with her) with jumping out of it onto the concrete below. instead, she just posted on fb about ~being a failure~ etc which ultimately did lose her a bunch of facebook friends lmao. it was practically the same thing. her mental breakdown after the end of her hsc, where she let her earrings go green and get infected in her ears because “fuck self care, bc what the fuck is it??? i’ll never get better! let me fucking wallow in my self loathing bc it’s the only thing that i’m fucking good at!!!” so i no longer have my ears pierced. oh! it was just all too fucking much!!

i am happier today. i no longer have those semi-suicidal thoughts. hell, i almost died in 2020 from a fucking bowel aneurysm, after my stomach tumour excision surgery. that forced me to put things into perspective. i appreciate the little things . i appreciate the very few friends that i actually have. yes. i’m still depressed and anxious. some days are still shitty and hard. but nowhere as hard and shitty as they were back when i began on here 10 years ago.

how the fuck last 10 years have gone past, with my ass on here; clearing out my blog and caring more about doing that than my uni work (lmao whoops); having made some lifelong friends both internationally (from the US) and long distance domestically in australia, it’s been a long ride; i honestly have no fucking idea. obviously over these past 10 years, i’ve debated with myself over and over and over again whether i should delete/deactivate this account or not. would it make me healthier??? more than likely. but then when i have meltdowns or just inner ramblings i have to get out somewhere, where else to post??? on fb?? obvs not. it’s “attention seeking” or the like on there. no one will read them. no one will resonate. but on here??? even if i got/get one “like” in the notes or one “yo i feel this” response in the tags or replies, it feels like i’ve reached someone??? okay yeah. i know this place IS NOT therapy and i’m not using my followers as amateur (or probs even actual professional) armchair psychologists…. which is a thing i think people need to stop doing internet-wide: but that’s a whole other post that i reblogged a few days ago lmao. i really need to get another therapist, actually lmao.

but it’s the community i’ve found hard to leave. i have what feel like friends, when i’ve never been employed (still as of yet); and when all of my irl friends/acquaintances are working and doing the whole ~adulting~ and ~grown up life~ thing right. it’s also the frenzied rabidness of spite with hating staff’s godawful ideas. the memes. oh the memes. and also the RaWrInG 20s XD emo scene reemergence on here that’s kept me here. the messy petty drama from time to time of big blogs fighting it out.

this place really is bizarre and fun sometimes. and also the fact that i can still hide behind the ridiculous “roaring pikachu” URL that i made all those years ago. i am anonymous. it’s freeing. but on fb it’s all like “WHY WONT YOU ADD A BANNER IMAGE AND TELL US 20 FUN FACTS ABOUT YOU!!!!!???? LET PEOPLE WHO HAVENT SPOKEN TO YOU IN 10 YEARS KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU BECAUSE WE’RE ALL FRIENDS HERE!!!” and the same goes for Corporate Hellscape Facebook™️ (linkedin) but in the professional sense instead. y’all know fuck all about me really. besides my posts. and i love that and live for that. okay yeah. y’all know more about my mental health than my fb feed obvs… which is probably a terribly unfortunate thing. but still.

over the last 10 years then, my superiority complex for being ~so original and intelligent~ or whatever the fuck i had in high school, has all but ebbed away. i’m not that smart just because i went to uni. hell, i literally did NONE of my in-class work and none of my philosophy readings in uni….. so i have fuck all idea of how i got through undergrad like that lmao. i’m not original when so many people can articulate the same thoughts that i have, but like, sometimes better, on a post (even though sometimes/most of the time the Tumblr User Hot Takes Tuesday™️ takes on here are fucking awful lmao). but still. originality is not something i really have anymore. or really had in the first place lmao.

so will i deactivate after these 10 years, like i’ve been saying for so, so long??? i honestly have no idea. but just know. thanks guise. have a nice gpoy selfie day XD. grab your wands. your tardises. grab your war paint. grab your whatever the fuck other fandom specific stuff that was one that hella cringe post from 2011 til 2015 random tumblr. that relic is as old as time itself. just as this mysterious roaring pikachu is for someone whose too loyal to leave this W E B B E D H E L L S I T E that’s just as much of a train wreck as she is. lmao.

#life #about me #shut up ilona #tumblr is legit my fucking life now #motivate me to deactivate this blog to leave the hellsite forever 2021 #trigger warning: suicide mention #tw: suicide mention

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komahinasecretexchange · 4 years ago

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Title: Visions

Author: @nadisabug

For: @cellophanerose

Pairing: Hinata x Komaeda

Warnings: mild language, other than that none

Prompt: I used two of the three prompts: Hinata being ‘haunted’ by Komaeda, who is still in a coma post sdr2 (whether the hauntings are real or not is up to you) AND Komaeda tracing Hinata’s “Kamukura project” scars when Hinata is overwhelmed with self-identity issues

Author’s notes: I really enjoyed writing this, I hope you like it! I will also be posting this to my AO3 so look out for that link later!

“Hinata-kun.” Gorgeous green eyes smiled at Hajime, arms open wide in an invatation that made Hajime’s heart ache.

Hajime was tired. That had to be it. He had just been relieved from duty by Fuyuhiko from watching over the program because he “was no use to anyone sleep deprived.”

It was a twenty hour shift he had just taken, marked only by the fact that Fuyuhiko worked four hours each day at the same time like clockwork. Everyone gave into the structure Fuyuhiko demanded, knowing that it was more for his wellbeing than anything. Nevermind, Kazuichi, Owari, and Fuyuhiko each watched over the simulation for four hours in rotating shifts, the last eight hours of the day designated as Hajime’s watch. Hajime usually did not abide by the rules, staying past his shift, and only Fuyuhiko had enough strength and little sympathy to tear Hajime from the monitors.

They knew once their peers began to wake up from the simulation - if they would wake up, Kazuchi was always wont to mention - their shifts would become shorter and shorter. However, they all knew Hajime’s would get longer and longer until he woke up. Hajime was obsessed with waking them up, using all of his talents and skills to manipulate the system into releasing them. He worked with the AI he met inside the simulation, Alter Ego, unlocking firewalls that barricaded them from previously accessing certain areas. He knew that they were so close. So close to waking them up. To waking him up.

So Hajime wasn’t sure if it was because he hadn’t slept in the past twenty-eight hours, or if it was because he was actually going crazy, but Komaeda was standing in front of him.

Crazy as it may seem, this was not a rare occurrence by any means. He had been seeing Komaeda everywhere, his eyes chasing his silhouette in peripherals, a flash of cream coloured hair when he opened his eyes in the morning, honeyed greens smirking at him in reflections.

But this, this was the first time the apparition had spoken.

Maybe Fuyuhiko is right, I am overworking myself, Hajime thought to himself. He squeezed his eyes shut, shook his head quickly, then opened them back up, expecting his vision to be gone.

But it wasn’t.

Komaeda was still standing there.

Arms open.

Hajime couldn’t help but imagine himself running into them. He had much clarity since he woke up from the simulation. He had regained his memories, and with that, clarity on his feelings, on how he always felt, about Komaeda. The moments they shared in the simulation were some of his most treasured memories now, seeing as they did not interact much before the simulation. He knew that Nevermind still clung to her… what was it called, boat? No, a ship. Her “ship” of Hajime and Chiaki, but everyone else was aware of how Hajime felt. It was hard not to - Hajime was on his last thread of sanity, so keeping his mouth shut was hard. Not like he cared either. They could know or not for all he cared. He just knew that they knew and they knew that he knew they knew and no one really spoke about it. Well, except for Kazuichi’s occasional lighthearted jabs. They never quite landed right though.

But, despite the fact that everything was so peaceful and no one cared about anything here, Hajime felt himself growing angry. He had been working his ass off all day and all night to bring everyone back, to bring him back, and he had the gall to show his stupid sexy face all smiling and offering something that Hajime wanted so fucking bad but knew he could never have. It was just so…. so… infuriatingly Komaeda.

So he did what an overworked, stressed, tired, angry, and quite frankly horny person would do.

He briskly walked past Komaeda, flipping him off on his way.

After the initial acknowledgement, Komaeda became more talkative. He would chatter while Hajime worked, while he ate, while he pretended to sleep. Komaeda would just follow Hajime around, talking to him, and Hajime would ignore him. He figured out that only he could see him - not that it had been confirmed or denied at this point - and as a result wrote it off as a hallucination from being over worked. Playing into it would only make it worse, he reasoned.

“You should take a nap,” Komaeda murmured, reaching out to stroke Hajime’s hair. Hajime didn’t so much as flinch at the action. He knew Komaeda wouldn’t touch him. He hadn’t yet. And Hajime couldn’t let him know that he wanted it. Even if it was fake Komaeda. At least it would be good practice for when real Komaeda woke up, pretending not to crave his touch. If he woke up. “Or just rest even a little. Just because no one has woken up yet means you are a failure.”

Hajime continued to type on the keyboard.

“Such… such hope…” Ah, here he went again. “You could have left them. You could have left us all but you haven’t. There is nothing saying that we will wake up. Honestly, everything is pointing towards us not waking up. And yet still you persist, you push on, you have such hope that we will wake up. Quiet foolishly actually. Idiotic really. Sacrificing everything for just your bizarre hope that something-”

Hajime was glad Komaeda abruptly stopped talking. He wasn’t sure he would be able to keep up his regimen of ignoring him if he hadn’t stopped speaking. However, he was concerned about why Komaeda stopped talking. He looked over at Komaeda and saw his eyes fixated on a single monitor, his mouth slightly ajar. Hajime stared at Komaeda a second longer than necessary before turning to the monitor he was observing. The displays for the still eleven occupied pods held a steady green light-active. Well, all except for one. Pod four was blinking orange. Deactivating.

Hajime ran to the pod room as fast as he could, completely forgetting on his way to notify the others.

He ended up not having to tell the others, as they ended up walking into the cafeteria where he was catching up the Ultimate Imposter to their situation. They were not happy they were left out of the beginning of the celebration, but they seemed to understand because of Hajime’s mental state at the moment.

During the celebration, Komaeda made only a short appearance. He strolled up to Hajime while he was alone at one point, leaning up against a wall next to him. Hajime gave him a smug look, then turned to the Ultimate Imposter. I told you so. I fucking told you so.

Komaeda just laughed. “Your hope was always stronger than any reality.”

Hajime wasn’t sure what it meant, but it made him feel warm for some reason. It wasn’t a normal compliment, not by any means, but it was a compliment by Komaeda’s standards. And for some ungodly reason, that was enough for Hajime. The vague but positive comments on Hajime’s hope still made Hajime feel happy, just as if Komaeda were telling him his hair looked nice, or his face was attractive or something.

…Maybe it was Hajime’s inexperience in dating. That definitely had to play a part, but it still took a certain kind of person to actually listen to Komaeda’s comments and hear them for what they actually are.

You were always strong. Stronger than anyone and anything.

That’s what he really meant. And it made Hajime feel good, even if it was just Hajime’s delirious hallucination of Komaeda.

And with the awakening of the first classmate, everyone else’s hope began to burn brighter. While they had been skipping out early on shifts before the Ultimate Imposter woke up, now they stayed late and even doubled up. They did make comments every once in a while that because they were six now Hajime could take four hour shifts as well, but those comments flew in one ear and out the other. As more peers began to wake up, Hajime began to work more and rest less. The World Destroyer Program he created was working, it was waking up classmates, but it still wasn’t waking up him. It wasn’t working enough. With each passing day he worried that somehow Komaeda was different, that maybe he wouldn’t wake up like the rest. And with each passing day, his theory only seemed stronger. Koizumi woke up, and Hiyoko, and Nidai, Teruteru, Pekoyama- and the rest. Next thing Hajime knew everyone except Komaeda was awake.

It stayed that way for a few days, which was not too abnormal. After the Ultimate Imposter woke up, it took a week for Teruteru to wake up. Yet, every single day that Hajime was awake and Komaeda wasn’t was one too many for Hajime. It was pain. Not to mention that when he did sleep he had terrible nightmares of the simulation. Visions of Chiaki being crushed all over again. Scenarios of Junko surviving despite all that everyone had done to prevent it. Images of Komaeda dead, blood everywhere. In every one, Hajime was just helpless. Useless.

Though those were the best dreams compared to the other nightmares Hajime suffered from. The ones about… the project. The worst part about leaving the simulation was regaining his memories of what happened at Hope’s Peak. And what happened when Kamakura was in control.

It was during one of these dreams when Hajime woke up screaming. He shot up in his bed, clutching at the sheets that were soaked with his sweat.

“What’s wrong?” A worried Komaeda fluttered to Hajime’s side. But he did not soothe Hajime.

Anger boiled in Hajime’s veins. Anger at Hope’s Peak. Anger at the ones who created the simulation. Anger at the people who created the Kamakura project.

Anger at himself.

So much anger towards him and only him. None of this ever would have happened. The biggest, most awful, most tragic event in human history would have never happened. Nothing would have happened if Hajime just wasn’t so weak. So unhappy with his pathetic, talentless self. Kamakura wouldn’t have taken those lives. Junko would have never gotten the firepower Kamakura provided. The uprising would have never happened. Nothing would have happened.

It was all his fault.

He let out a strangled scream and stood up, kicking the sheets off of him, and stormed to his bedside table. Then, in one fell swoop, he threw the bedside lamp onto the floor. It shattered into a million satisfying pieces, the lightbulb letting out a little pop. He stared at the broken mess for a second. Then, suddenly and all together, all the rage that he had been seething drained from his body. He felt like an empty shell. A ghost.

He collapsed back onto the bed, elbows on his knees, back in a tired hunch. His scars hurt. He hurt.

He felt the bed shift next to him.

Hajime cleared his voice, hoarse from screaming, and spoke. “I hate how weak I was. How weak I am still-”

“Bullshit.”

Hajime looked to Komaeda. His eyes were hard and his face stern.

“I didn’t know you were that deluded to be honest. To think that Hajime Hinata is weak- hah! You are anything but weak. At the last trial, you were given two choices. What did you pick? Neither. You made your own choice. When you woke up from the simulation, Makoto told you to leave, Byakuya told you to leave, Kirigiri told you to leave. Did you leave? No. You stayed and created a program to wake us up. You are strong Hinata, you just don’t believe you are."

"But the mistakes I made-”

“Everyone makes mistakes! And I know everyone says that but its true. We are imperfect creatures. We speed, we cheat, we lie - everyone does wrong in their life. Just because you think your wrong that you did is the worst possible one out there doesn’t mean that you should hate yourself for it. Someone else has probably made the same mistake before. Its how life works. We make mistakes. We stumble. We fall. And when we do, we don’t hate ourselves for it, we push through and become better. Because we have hope for an even better future. We have hope for a future that is perfect because it is imperfect.”

“I don’t want to have hope for a better future, I want my life to be better. I want to not have made these mistakes. I want to not hate myself.”

“Well, no one can take back what has been done,” Komaeda reached out and stroked the scars on Hajime’s head. “We can only make the best of it.”

Hajime leaned into the touch, forgetting for a moment that this was a hallucination.

“How can I do that when I don’t even know who I am? I am not Hajime Hinata, and I am not Kamakura. I am some sort of freak in-between and I hate it.”

“Does it matter who you are?” Hajime didn’t know how to respond. But he did know what he wanted Komaeda to say. I still love you, either way, whoever you may be.

“And just for the record, I don’t hate you, whoever you may be.”

Hajime smiled. That was enough for him, for now.

“Thank you, Komaeda,” he murmured. And he meant it.

“Even the strongest have their moments,” Komaeda agreed. “And you are strong,” Komaeda asserted.

Hajime smiled and turned to face Komaeda. In the dim lights his eyes shone like beacons of hope, of acceptance, of… love. Before Hajime could even think he was leaning toward Komaeda his eyes closing his heart beating his mind swirling his-

“Hinata-kun!” Fuyuhiko burst into the room snapping Hajime out of his trance. He was still sitting on his bed, leaning towards an empty space.

“What?” Hajime responded to Fuyuhiko’s curious gaze. “I couldn’t sleep. Now what is it?”

Fuyuhiko seemed to shake his confusion off. “Get dressed. You’re gonna wanna see this for yourself.”

Hope burst in Hajime’s chest. He couldn’t wait to know. “Is he…?”

Fuyuhiko nodded.

Hajime never got dressed faster in his life.

When Hajime made it to the pod room, he was breathless. He ran up to Komaeda’s now-open pod and leaned towards it. Komaeda was still asleep, eyes firmly closed, which allowed Hajime a moment to catch his breath. About once he did, he saw Komaeda’s eyes begin to flutter.

“Hey! Can you hear me?” Hajime called out to his peer.

It took a moment, but then Komaeda responded. “Ahh… Izuru Kamakura?” Komaeda held out his hand towards Hajime. “No, you’re, uh, Hajime Hinata, right?”

Fueled by his earlier revelation, Hajime responded confidently. “They’re both me.”

“I suppose I should thank you for waking me up? I knew you’d make it to the lowest stratum- I believed in you." Komaeda lifted his head, seeming to remember something. "How are the others?”

Hajime just smiled as the door behind him opened, revealing the rest of their peers waiting outside the pod room. “You’re the last one out.”

Komaeda smiled. Then, he looked pointedly into Hajime’s eyes, a small smirk present on his face. “You’re hope was always stronger than any reality.”

#komahina secret exchange #komahina #fanfiction

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nie7027 · 4 years ago

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Super 5 headcanons part 5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

So...it’s been a long time right? HAHAHA

Minegishi sighed.

“For the last time I won’t help you sell Shimazaki on ebay” Minegishi stopped dicing the vegetables and turned to look at him with what in any other person would have been a raised eyebrow “I don’t even think it’s possible”

“Who would even buy him?” Shibata helpfully added from his spot at the sink where he was washing the dishes “Besides world domination our friend isn’t that useful for anything else”

Hatori stared when Minegishi just silently nodded

“I don’t know! But thats not the point!” Hatori grunted while shaking his head “It’s time for some retaliation-”

“So your idea for retaliation…” Minegishi deadpanned “is to sell him on ebay?”

Hatori wasn’t dumb, he could hear the snicker behind his flat expression.

“Laugh all you want!” Hatori said pointing an acussatory finger to Minegishi “But I am tired of letting Shimazaki do whatever he wants with is without facing any consequence!”

“Are you still mad about the raccoon thing?” Shibata laughed drying his hands with a washcloth to pat Hatori on the back “C'mon! It was just one rabies shot! And the doctor said it was just cautionary”

Hatori flustered when this time Minegishi openly snickered “You got rabies shots? Aren’t you supposed to get those as a kid?”

“Why would I know? Do you even have yours?” Hatori retorted bittely not expecting Minegishi to actually stop laughing.

“I don’t know…?”

“Aha!” Hatori exclaimed not wasting the opportunity to latch onto this “What if that bastard brings ANOTHER racoon?!”

“He wouldn’t-”

“Are you sure? Absolutely sure?”

At Minegishi’s lack of response Hatori screamed victoriously “See? This is why you have to support me with my plan!”

“Sell him on ebay you say…” Minegishi muttered while tapping the kitchen counter with his finges.

“You can’t be seriously considering this!” Shibata exclaimed outraged “Ha ve you lost your minds? We aren’t selling our friend on internet”

“He’s not my friend” Hatori quickly complained.

“And I never said I agreed on selling him on ebay” Minegishi continued “But Hatori’s right and it’s time we put some limits to him”

“YES”

“And that’s why we should talk with him instead”

“SHIBATA NOOOO”

“Shibata’s right”

“NOOOOOOOO” Hatori cried miserably, victory had been so close “whyyyy?”

“Im sorry buddy but that’s the right and mature thing to do” Shibata said not sounding sorry at all

“Hatori stop whinning and finish setting the table so we can finally eat”

Minegishi rolled his eyes at Hatori’s sulking form and finished cooking with Shibatas help.

Once they entered the living room with the finished food Minegishi noticed Hatorics hesitance

“Is something wrong?”

“I was just wondering if i should put another plate. Is the bastard going to eat with us?”

“Speaking of which” said Shibata carrying the last of their homemade food “Where is he?”

“I don’t know” shrugged Minegishi “He was annoying me because he was bored and you were late so I told him to go and find something else to do before I choked him”

“And he did it just like that?” Shibata asked surprised.

“I had to threaten him starvation and not buying his cereal forst but it worked”

Shibata hummed “He probably went dog sighting”

“Probably”

“How long ago was that”

“Like 5 minutes before you arrived”

“Then it will be a while before he returns”

Minegishi shrugged again “I wouldn’t worry about him”

They were halfway through their food when Hatorics eyes catch sight of something in Shimazakis makeshift cabinet.

“Are those his glasses?”

Minegishi turned to where Hatori was pointing “Yes”

“I thought he didn’t take them off ever”

“I guess he listened when I complained about dogs saliva on them” Minegishi said “If he is indeed dog sighting”

“I’m pretty sure he is” Shibata said comfidently “Dog saliva? Really?”

“Yeah, between that and the paw shaped stains on his clothes…he was driving me crazy”

“Oh I know! The first time it was really hard to get rid of the stench of trash but I found in internet a helpful mix of…” Shibata’s words died in his mouth when he saw Hatori stand up and pick the glasses.

Minegishi stared confused “What are you doing?”

Hatori didn’t respond and when he made his way to his forgotten backpack Shibata facepalmed.

“Buddy, no. Did you seriously bought those?”

Hatori turned around with a devilish smile om his face while clearly hiding something behind his back. “Well i never thought you would actually help me with the ebay plan”

Minegishi turned to look at Shibata expecting some kimd of clarification.

“We passed a toy store on our way here and Hatori saw…something.” Shibata said in a tired tone shaking his head clearly dissppointed “I can’t explain it…Just show him already”

Hatori proudly revealed what he was hiding. Besides Shimazaki’s glasses there was another pair.

The other pair were one of those funny looking glasses you used for disguisses or parties with crazy colourful swirly cartoon eyes that seemed to wink when you move them and stupid antennaes that ended in a pink cotton ball hanging from the sides.

It was the stupidest thing Minegishi had ever seen.

“You do realize he wont ever fall for this right?” Minegishi deadpanned once again “He will immediately feel those antennaes movement”

“Have more faith in me” Hatori huffed taking off the apparently removable antennaes thus making the glasses look a little less stupider but stupid nonetheless.

Minegishi picked both glassesand turned them around inspecting them. He had to give Hatori some credit. he had managed to find a pair with the exact same shape as Shimazakis and made of the same cheap plastic.

They were perfect…except for one thing.

“They don’t weight the same” Minegishi stated raising the toy glasses. to be honest he wasn’t sure but it was an educated guess.

“You gotta be kidding me right?” Hatori exclaimed “Who cares? He won’t even notice that!”

“He will” Minegishi seriously said before standing up and walking away still holding both pair of glasses.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Hatori screamed following Minegishi back in the kitchenb Shibata just behind him.

When they got there they found Minegishi already kneeling rummaging one of his low cabinets.

Hatori turned to look at Shibata but the big man just shrugged in return as lost as him.

“Aja!” Minegishi suddenly exclaimed standing up holding his white digital scale. He then weighted both pair of glasses.

The toy glasses weighted 10 grams less.

“Told you” Minegishi triumphantly exclaimed.

“So?” Hatori spluttered “Yeah, fine! They don’t weight the same. It’s just 10 grams! He won’t-”

“He will”

“Again I repeat myself” Hatori said losing his patience “YOU GOTTA BE FUCKINH KIDDING-”

He couldn’t finish his sentence because Shibata decided in that moment to place one of his heavy hands on Hatori’s shoulder “Minegishi…Hatori is right. Don’t you think you are being a little… paranoic?”

“No” Minegishi firmly stated shaking his head “Why do you think I take him shopping?”

“Because you were trying to teach him how to be a good person…?” Shibata tried only for Minegishi to glare at him. They already knew how much of a failure that had been.

Hatori shrugged, now it was his turn to try. “Dunno man. I don’t even know why you even let him sleep here”

At the others failed attempts Minegishi continued “I don’t know how or what he does but he somehow can weight stuff with great precision”

“What” “What”

“I suspect it has something to do with Mental eye” Minegishi kept muttering unaware of the others awed expression.

“That’s…unexpected” “That’s fucked up”

“It helps me to make sure Im being sold what I payed for” Minegishi shrugged “ANYWAY my point is if I noticed it he will certainly do it too. If we are doing this we have to do it right”

The phrasing didn’t escape Hatori. “We…?” he asked in disbeliefb excitement barely concealed in his tone.

When Minegishi smirked Hatori couldn’t help but give a devilish smirk of his own. in unison they both turned to Shibata who just groaned.

“Fine. I’m in”

Both Minegishi and Hatori raised a fist in triumph. Shibata hesitantly joining them.

“But what are we doing then?” Shibata asked “The glasses don’t weight the same and Shimazaki is gonna arruve any moment now”

“Shit that’s true”

“I have an idea” Minegishi said calling upon the power welling inside him. Soon a sticky looking vine made its way to where the group was reunited. Minegishi inspected it and after some careful consideration he picked two small leaves growing from it and stuck them to the upper side of the toy glasses simulatin angry frowing eyebrows.

He then placed the toy glasses om the scale and with bathed breath they waited for the led screen to settle on a number.

They differed by less than a gram now.

“That’s enough…right?” Hatori quietly asked.

“It has to be…” Shibata added before turning to look at Minegishi. He was the judge, had the last work.

“I don’t know.” Minegishi confessed “But this will have to do. Quick Hatori. Shibata. Set everything we will need in place. We only have one chance amd we can’t afford to waste it.”

They barely had time to finish their already cold food and prepare everything when Shimazaku suddenly appeared in the middle of the room.

They did their best to act naturally hoping the blind man didn’t notice anything.

The moment Shimazaki popped in Minegishi’s living room he knew something was off.

He could feel the remnants of Hatori’s aura telling him he had been building artifacts but wherever they were they were deactivated because he couldn’t sense them. They were probably diacarded om the floor. It wasn’t the first time he did that.

He could feel Shibata tensing his muscles too but it wasn’t like Shimazaki cared. He was hungry and he could smell food so he made his way to his cabinet to fetch his things.

He grabbed his glasses and put them on while he turned about to ask what they had for dinner but before he could do that the whole room erupted in chaos.

“GO GO NOW” Hatori screamed barely restraining his laughter while his artifacts suddenly tuner to life.

Shimazaki could feel them flying, closely circling him but besides that he could hear them. His expartners laughing. Laughing so much they were almost wheezing

“Oh my god” exclaimed Shibata trying to stiffle his laugh with his free hand. The other was busy holding something that made a clicking noise.

“THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN I THOUGHT” Hatori cackled pointing at him.

Even Minegishi had bursted laughing!

Shimazaki didn’t know what was happening but he knew something was happening and he didn’t like it.

With a swift movement he took down all of Hatori’s devices, one after another.

“NOOOOO” Hatori screamed “MY BABIES”

Once the artifacts were destroyed Shimazaki turned and launched himself at their vey own creator.

Hatori yelped traying to scurry away from him but Shimazaki was too fast.

Or he would have been if it werenct for the fact Shibata tacklee him before he could reach the little pest.

“Don’t even think that” the big man growled as if that was enough to stop him.

Without wasting another second Shimazaki teletransported behind Hatori and with a strong kick slammed him against Shibata sending them both flyin to the nearest wall.

He was about to punch a hole in them when a sturdy vine wrapped around hos arm stopping him.

“Shimazaki stop” Minegishi exclaimed in a low menacing voice. His hand raised ij prepartion glowing with his aura.

Shimazaki teletransported all around the room avoinding the quick vines Minegishi sent after him trying to bound him.

Soon he made his way towards the plant user and when he was in close range he raise his legt ready to plan another kick in the mans chest but hr had to teletransport before he could do it because somethin was flyin comind directly for his head. Whatever it was it sounded metallic when it crashed om the wall instead.

“You psycho! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Hatori, now surrounded by a bunch of floating stuff ready to be thrown screamed.

Provoked, Shimazaki threw himself once again agains the smaller esper “You were laughing!”

“IT WAS A PRANK JACKASS” Hatori yelled reflexively raising his arms forming a protective barrier.

But it wasn’t needed because that actually made Shimazaki stop.

“A prank?” was all he was able to say before a wave of vines encircled him and threw him to the floor.

“Yes idiot. A prank.” Minegishi walking to where they were and looking down at him “If you had calmed down we could have explain it to you”

Minegishi glared at the bounded man below him. He knew Shimazaki could free himself in any moment. Shimazaki knew it too, afterall he wasn’t squirming instead he stayed put glaring at Minegishi waiting for an explanation.

Or at least he tried. He was stilk wearing the toy glasses and if it wasn'tfor the sight of his destroyed apartment Minegishi would have laughed again.

The final tally after everything was cleaned and accounted for included Hatori’s phone, Minegishi’s toaster and coffe maker (which Hatori had used to build the flying wifi connected cameras and then Shimazaki utterly destroyed) a broken lip from Hatori (though he alleged he had a broken rib too), an unconcious Shibata (who took all the brunt of hitting the wall and that Minegishi had to use his vines to drag and lay to rest on the sofa) and a huge whole on the wall where Shibata had landed, completely fracturing it (Minegishi could consider himself lucky that it hadn’t been one of the buildings support walls).

And an annoyed Shimazaki who was too impatient to wait for them to pick up the place.

“Toy glasses…?” Shimazaki dubiously said when they finally explained what all that had been about. He had taken them off and now was moving his hands along feeling them.

“Yes. They are dumb, they are stupid. You didn’t have to punch our guts but who cares? You are welcome” Hatori said curtly. He was pissed seated on the sofa at the end of Shibata’s feet trying to fix his phone to not succes which only pissed him more.

Minegishi sighed tiredlyb it was too late for this. “We just want to take some photos of you wearing them. We thought it would be fun-”

“How are they?” Shimazaki interrumpted

“What?”

“How do they look?” Shimazaki suddenly asked seriously. He had stopped touching the glasses and was now frowning at them.

“Uhhh…They are pink?”

“Pink?”

“Yeah! pink you dumbfu-” Hatori snapped but stopped himself when he saw the confused look Shimazaki was throwing at him “Of course you don’t know what pink is.. ”

He groaned and turned to look at Shibata for help but the man was still passed out.

“Pink…is this color…like red and white?”

“…”

“It’s for girls!” hatori said throwing up his hands in surrender “Minegishi can you help me out”

“They are pink” Minegishi continued shaking his head “ Amd they have this swirly cartoon eyes that wink when you move them-”

“Wink?” Shimazaki asked again looking more confused.

“Yes, they wink. It’s an effect. Don’t think too hard about it-”

“What is this?” Shimazaki said picking apart one of the leaves. “Is it a plant?”

“Yep. Minegishi put them so they weighted the same as your glasses. It worked!” Hatori said in a better mood. As if the fact they managed to trick Shimazaki made him happier “They looked like angry eyebrows. Frowning eyebrows”

“Frowning?”

“Yes. like you are doing at this very moment” Minegishi said casually pointing at Shimazakis face.

Shimazaki brought a hand to his forehead and lightly patted his eyebrows.

Minegishi ws about to keep talking describing the stupid glasses when the unthinkable happened.

One…two…three…snickers escaped Shimazaki’s mouth and before he or Hatori could understand what was happening he was chuckling.

“OH MY GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING? IS HE HAVING AN ATTACK?” Hatori asked panicked and Minegishi couldn’t blame him for that.

It’s not that they had never heard Shimazaki laugh. It was that this was completely different from the mocking laugh they were accustomed.

This was a pure unadultered laugh and Minegishi and Hatori could only stare at the way Shimazaki was bending over while fits of laughter took him over not knowing how to act.

It didnt take much (even though it felt like it did) for Shimazaki to raise with a tiny genuine smile showing on his face while he recovered his breath like they had never seen before.

Afterall maybe a destroyed apartment and an unconcious friend had been worth it.

Because they had to wait for Shibata to regain conciousness and make sure he was okay they ended up going to sleep really late.

Which meant Shimazaki was going to kill the man at the door who woke him with his incesant knocking and shouting.

“MINEGISHI” Shimazaki loudly groaned rolling on his back on the couch and covering his eyes witth his arm wishing that was enough to keep his mental eye from seeing “IM GOING TO KILL HIM IF HE DOESNT STOP”

“I already heard!” Minegishi answered entering in the living room dragging his feet

“IM COMING” he said before mumbling under his breat “Who could even be this early?”

Shimazaki didnt care and he was already readying himself to go back to sleep when Minegishi opened the door.

It was going to be possible. The man seemed to have a death wish.

The shouting not only returned but it increased in volume.

“MINEGISHI SAN” the mans voice boomed in minegishis tiny apartment and to shimazakis surprise Minegishi actually flinched

“Y-Yamada san what are-”

“CARE TO EXPLAIN ME WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE?” the man screamed somehow louder “I WOKE UP TO DOZENS OF TEXT MESSAGES AND CALL AFTER CALL FROM THE NEIGHBOURS COMPLAINING ABOUT SOME SORT OF CONMOTION GOING IN MY BUILDING”

“I-”

“AND WHAT DO I FIND WHEN I FINALLY COME HERE? TENNANTS APPROACHING ME WITH WILD STORIES ABOUT THE BUILDING TREMBLING AND CONCERNS ABOUT THEIR SAFETY”

So far Shimazaki had been trying to tune the mans screaming but the more the man continued the harder minegishis grip on the doorframe got drawing Shimazakis attention. It was rare to see him nervous.

“I OF COURSE TRIED TO CALM THEM DOWN. TELLING ME THERE WAS NOTHING TO FEAR. MY BUILDING IS SAFE…”

“BUT THEN SHIMURA SAN FROM #213 COMES AND TELLS ME ABOUT A DENT APPEARING ON HER WALL IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT”

“…”

“Minegishi san…would you be so kind to explain me why A HUGE FUCKING DENT SUDDENLY APPEARED IN THE WALL SEPARATING YOU APARTMENTS?” the man finally screamed out of breath

“Ill pay for the damage” was everything Minegishi said

“OH IM MAKING SURE YOU DO THAT” the man raged on taking a step forward and jabbing a finger in Minegishis chest.

“I know your story Minegishi san.I know what you used to do and let you come here despite my best judgement” the man hissed with his finger still deeply buried in Minegishis chest. Shimazaki couldnt understand why Minegishi kept listening. “I should just evict you. But I am a generous man and I know you wont be accepted anywhere else so… ill let you stay, given you pay for all of the repairs…who knows how deep your little stunt damaged my building”

“A-all of the repairs?!” Minegishi exclaimed

“And any demand issued againys my persona for this incident”

“Wh-But Yamada-san! I don’t have the momey to pay for all that”

“You seriously expect me to believe that? You should have thought that! And if you refuse to pay I will call the police-”

That’s it.

“You arent calling anybody funny man.” Shimazaki said with a smile telatransporting just behind Minegishi immeditely getting the desired effect.

“W-WHO IS THIS?” the man screamed jumping backwards

“Yamada san this is Shimazaki” Minegishi sighed “He is … a friend of mine-”

“IS THIS ANOTHER ONE OF YOU LUNATICS?” the man pointed a trembling finger in Shimazakis direction

“Who I am doesnt matter.” Shimazaki started but was interrupted by Minegishis hissing

“Shimazaki”

Shimazaki ignored him teletransporting to the space previosly occupied by the man earning another scream from him.

“What matters to me is…” shimazaki said leaning forward dropping his smile “who the fuck are you?”

“W-Who am I?!”

“Yes, you. Idiot.” Shimazaki sighed. The funny man wasnt as funny as he was brainless.

“EXCUSE ME? I’m the-”

“I dont care” Shimazaki quickly cut in “You are but an insignificant piece of shit who should have thought better before coming here and waking me up with all you babbling”

“Babbling? Waking you…up?” the idiot kept repeating everything Shimazaki just said “You sleep here?”

“Duh” shimazaki simply said because it was obvious but something happened because the moment he said that Minegishi groaned and the man who had been previously trembling suddenly stilled and was now looking over shimazakis shoulder at Minegishi

“Minegishi-san what is this?!”

“Uh…m”

“WHEN YOU RENTED THIS PLACE WE ACCORDED IT WAS JUST FOR ONE PERSON. I WONT HAVE FREELOADERS LIVING IN MY BUILDING. ”

“He was just over-”

“I DONT CARE. YOU KNOW THE RULES. THE RENT GOES UP 10000 YEN TO PAY FOR THE LINVING EXPENSES OF ANY EXTRA PERSON AND YOU WILL PAY THEM OR ELSE-”

“Or else what?” Shimazaki snarled grabbing the not so funny man by the collar of his shirt and raising him “You know? I am getting really tired of you.”

“LET ME GO YOU LUNATIC” the man uselessly kicked in the air

“SHIMAZAKI NO” Minegishis hand shot up effectively grabbing Shimazakis shoulder and stopping him from teletransporting to the bottom of the sea like he had been planning to. “Let him go”

Shimazaki unceremoniously dropped the man and he didnt waste a single second before fleeing down the hall almost tripping with his own feet.

Shimazaki laughed, closed the door and turned around ready to joke with Minegishi like they did everytime they decimated an opposing force.

Except Minegishi currently was sitting in the floor burying his face in his hands.

“Minegishi?” Shimazaki tentatively called

“If he calls the police then Im done for good” Minegishi quietly mumbled

“What? why?” Shimazaki exclaimed “He was the one who came screaming and woke us up! He was screaming at you!”

“Dont you understand?” Minegishi straightened turning to look at Shimazaki “That was my landlord. I cant go around threatening my landlord!”

“Your what?”

“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT A-” Minegishi started but stopped to take a deep breath

“He owns this place” Minegishi finally saaid gesturing around

“What? I thought this place was yours”

“No I don’t.” Minegishi grumbled “I don’t have that amount of money...I actually don’t even have enought to pay all of Yamada sans demands”

“What? Arent you super rich or something?”

“Waht makes you think that?”

“Well...with all the stuff you buy me...and how you are always working...”

“You though that I...?” Minegishi said in disbelief before quietly chuckling “How much do you think Im paid?”

Shimazaki shrugs

“You do realize you are a lost cause, right?”

“HEY”

Minegishi stood up dusting his pants “Here c’mon” he then walked towards the doors “Let’s go”

“Where?” Shimazaki whined “Im hungry”

“I have to go now and somehow covince everybody to not sue me or Yamada-san...I would preferred to change first but we have to do this as soon as possible if i dont want to pay even more money.”

“And why do i have to go? ”

“For starters because this is your fault.” Minegishi deadpanned “And besides I dont trust you enough to leave you alone in my kitchen”

Shimazaki couldnt argue back so he crossed his arms and followed Minegishi out

I know, I know its been more than a year since I last updated this but *gestures vaguely* life.last year of college.new fandoms. global crisis...

And more importantly... tumblr deleting all my drafts

Seriously I had like a good chunk of the prank scene written since last years august but Tumblr kept deleting my drafts and i had to rewrite all of that like 5 times which was pretty descourangingly (that and the lack of response )

It’s a shame considering the whole scene of the prank was the main reason for me to write this. I was very excited to write it.

I hope it lived to your expectations because i know I kept talking about this

Anyway I wish i could tell you when the next part is coming, because theres still more (this thing just grows and grows out of control) but yeah *gestures vaguely at everything going around*

What I know is that I want to write this before i forget how key scenes go (part of the discouragement was that i forgot some cool witty dialogue i had for the prank and I was so mad at mysellf for not remebering) so lets see how this goes.

I missed these dorks.

Anyway any feedback is greatly appreciated (reblogs>likes).

You can find me in ao3 ( Im posting these headcanons and other fics there)

It’s an honor to contribute to leftist propaganda

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #shimazaki ryou #minegishi toshiki #hatori nozomu #shibata hiroshi #super 5 #super5 headcanons #nie's writing

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roseydewrites · 4 years ago

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Au where izuku has AFO but he doesn't know

he straight up took kacchan's quirk the second it came and didn't even notice and kacchan was like:

katsuki: hey hey look i got a new quirk!

Izuku: *sees explosions* wow!!

izuku:I can't wait to get my quirk!

katsuki: heh yeah and when u do we both will be the strongest heroes ever!

Izuku: *nods feverishly*

katsuki: high five! *high fives izuku*

izuku: *takes kacchan's quirk while high fiving accidentally and doesn't notice*

izuku: oooh show it to me again!

Katsuki: *Tries to activate his quirk but doesn't work* huh?

izuku: *peers from behind Katsuki's shoulder and puts his hand on his shoulder* what's wrong?

katsuki: my quirk it won't wo- *palms bring out explosions again* oh nvm it's back

(Katsuki got his quirk back when izuku put his hand on his shoulder)

also I only have one more plot thing: so yknow he can just try and steal etc. And they for sure won't diagnose him as quirkless right? but why? bc everytime they try to open his file to name his quirk/quirklessness the file ends up corrupted and unworking

and one day (at kamino idk) Izuku was hmmm like he somehow found the lab and went out to fetch his file, open the file on the big-a** computer monitor and it shone almost mockingly:

Ą̷̡̨̢̡͖̥̙̻̟̟͙̩̜̫͖̲͈̭̯̙͈̼̜̠̫̟͍͓̬̦̱̹̩͕̤̟̱͙͓̲̼̈́͂͂́͆̎͆̉̈́̌̈́͆̀̑̀̄̈́̎̒̿̒̆̀̅̋͊͑̃̇̐̓̄͑̀̂̀̀̋͛̚̕͜ͅͅͅl̵̡̡̢̢̨̨̨̢̨̛̛̯͖̩̖͚͇͇̥͙͔͍͇̬̤̙̟̺͔̺̰̮̻̱͓̼̲̳̳̯̰̞̬̼͕̟͈͙̟̭̻͎̲̰̖͇̩͎̼͉̮̜̼̗̗̘̺̞͓̳̩͔͓͔̱̯̮͉̻̲͍͉͕̘̬͔̲̝̹͊̄̐̓̌̆͂̈́̂̒͒̎͆̏́͂̈́͊̌̑̏̃̾́̇͒̈́́͛͋͐̽̉̐̈́͗̈́̀͗͌̄̀̀͒̍̃̅́̿̏̎̇̈́̄̽͛͊̀̏͌́͑̑̀͌̔͊̅̄̃͘̕̚͘̕͜͜͠͝͠ͅl̶̡̢̢̡̤̜̥͍͍̼̩̠̺͔͈̜̭̭̗̜̗̺̳̝̦̭̣̩̰̩̼̺̮͕̘̫͎͖̙͙̪̻̥̣̣̦͉̙͉̜̪̫̗̪̯͚̯̥̀̈̑̓̐̀̽̀͂̇̑̎͐̀̾̔̔̏̒̉̆̓̊͋͌͗͋̂̓́̇̐̀̔̀̋̂̌͗̔̓̏̀́͌̈́͒̃̀́̅̾̆̇̉͘̚͜͜͜͝͠ͅͅ ̴̢̢̨̛̻͖͍̪͚͎͙̠̥̰̖̥̮͔̩̗̥̫̞̞̥̱̟̤̳̠̫̤͖̹̞̳̳̹̦̟̻̜̉͂̉́̀̒̀̊̈́̌̑͛̈́̊̿͒̈́̏̀̔͆͌̀͂̆̿̒̅̒̃̈̀̾̒̕͘͜͠͠͝͝͝͝F̶̧̢̧̡̢̧̛͇̭̳̖̰̩̘̺̰̟̩̹̰̲̣̺̱̠͕̪̝̥̪̠̯͎͉͙̭̣̯̪̬̱̟͉̬̳̘̳̳̓̉̓̔̉͊̀̉͆̋̓̅̊́͗̋͊̿̌͒̎̽̀̈́̈́̾̓͌̅̂̿̕͘̕̕͜͜ͅͅō̶̧̧̡͉̮͔̖̥̺̗̩̣̘̮̲̬̰̺̱̘͖̯̮͎̮̩͙̤̮̰̪̯̂́̌͗̎̇́̓̈́̊̓͐̈́́̓̄͒̎̄͐̈́͌̾̈́̈̾̂̿́̌͋͊̍̋̀̉̈́̓͗̎̎̋̓̔͊͋̕͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͝��̢̡̢̹͙͎̗̩͕̳̲̟̟̻̫̮͙̦̬͖͈̞̩̻̝̫͚̟͍̹̩͇ŗ̶̧̢̢̡̛̳̯̭͖̪͖̪̞͖̼͓̮͚̲̙̹̙̗͈͇̗̼͚̳͎̖̹̤̮̣̬̟̳̠͔͎̦̜̰͚̬̩̦̹̪̦̰̹̟̰̯͎̺̮͇̰͎͔̜͕̲̩̲̤̤̩̊̅̈́͛̀̊͋̒̅̕͜͜͜͝͝ͅ ̷̧̢̨̨͖͇̟͖͔̪͙͍̬̜͚̤͍̭͎͕̣̠͈͈̩̗͙̜̣̪̮̩̝̟͖̺̬̥̹̤̞̻̙͉̟̳͇̪̙̱̲̙̘͎̼̻̟̺̹̬̱̓͆̐̄̽̏̃͑͊͋̇̃̄̇͊̌̇̅͐̓̅̀̈́̈́̆͆̿̆͛̈̀̈́̊͋̒̃̐̍͊̄͐̉̀͒̄͑̏̀̋͂̊̈́̎͘͘͘̚̚͜͝͝͝͝͝͠ͅÒ̶̡̡̨̢̨̥̯͕̼͍̖̣̪̳̥͉̲͔͇͎̭̯̜͕͙͈̹̹͈͎̭̩̳̪̻̼͎̞͔̭̞͚̣͍̖͖͈̳̜̱̬̬̠̺̦̙͔̘̖̜̳̳͓̭͍̘̖͇̱̮̝̳͌̊͂̑̆̓͊̈͑͂̽̏̔͗̓̾̀͊̄̇̔͊͒͐̑̄͋̎̈́̅͒͋̈́̈́̑͐̅̂̈́̂͘͘̕̚͘̚͜͝͠͝ͅͅͅͅn̵̡̛̯̭̩͇̝̞̰͈̹̥͍̺̯̩͓͇̻̦̪̜̠̳͔̝̺̟͖̝̬͓̝̊̉̐̅̓̇͌́̀̓͗̀͛̓̑̿́͒̕̚͜͜ḙ̷͉͛́̈́̎́̓̈́̾͛̏̆̌͛͒̿̏̌̆͆̂͒͑͋͌́̂̍̀̋̋͋͆̇͆͂̀́̈̃̈͌̕͠͝͝͝͠

so he is straight up shocked and he might have ofa? if he didn't that's his reaction:

wtf is that quirk does that make him rich? does it give him all the brains in the world? is that why he is so smart? CAN HE HAVE ALL OF ALL MIGHT FIGURINES FOR HIMSELF NOW????

if he did however:

oh shit oh fuck of SHIT IS THAT WHY HE WAS SUDDENLY ABLE TO SEE IN THE DARK THAT NIGHT WHEN HE TOUCHED A BUTTERFLY? THAT WAS ITS QUIRK HOLY SHIT OMG WTF ALL MIGHT WAIT NO ALL MIGHT IS OUTSIDE FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE BUT AM I EVEN ALLOWED TO GO FIGHT NOW OH F*CK I WONT BE ABLE TO DRINK FROM A CUP ANYMORE BC MAYBE IT ALSO HAS A QUIRK OH FUCK I'M HYPERVENTILATING OH SHIT HE CAN TAKE QUIRKS I CAN TAKE QUIRKS CAN EVERYONE TAKE QUIRKS ? WAIT THAT MEANS I'M NOT ALL MIGHT'S SECRET LOVECHILD? OH DAMN OH HE CAN TAKE QUIRKS SO MAYBE THATS HOW THE HAIR THINGY FOR OFA WORKE-

and so. on.

Maybe tho he could mistake his quirk for something like aizawa'S? he can erase quirks by touch?

idk the idea sounds to me a potential angst AND crack fic and I think I like the crack idea more bc I feel it be unique yknow

AAAAAAAA

SHINY

This could definitely be a fic that switches between crack and angst. My favorite type of fic, tbh. Catch me crying the club one minute and then laughing my ass off the next

So basically Izuku would rationalize his quirk as stoping someone’s quirk when he touches them, and it only reactives when he touches them again. The readers know this isn’t how it’s actually working, but that’s dramatic irony for you. Afterall, quirks that can take and pass on other quirks aren’t a thing in BNHA. AFO was the equalivate of a boogeyman to the people: terrifying story to tell children (“a monster will come from the closet and will steal your quirk if you misbehave”) but everyone knows that’s not actually possible.

Right?

Right

SO Izuku just thinks his quirk can turn others quirks on and off, like Aizawa with blinking. He never thinks to try seeing if he can use the quirk himself while it’s off. Because why would you? That weird feeling he gets when he stops another person’s quirk, like something is entering him, is obviously just the feeling he gets when he cancels a quirk. It happens eveytime, and goes away when he touches them again and they can use their quirk again. That feeling of something leaving him when he touches them again? Simply the ability to use their quirk returning to the other person, and his quirk deactivating.

That’s all it is, right?

Right

You could make it so it isn’t that different from canon, just Izuku being slightly more obsessed with quirks (how that’s possible is a miracle). You could also do it with him being treated like a to be villain, since people would not like having their quirks taken away from them. Even temporarily. Would you like having your sense of smell or sight being taken away by another person, even if they gave it back? I would assume not. Plus we know the BNHA world isn’t exactly the most forgiving to people with “unpleasant” quirks or quirks they arbitrarily decide are “unheroic.” I hc Aizawa as being treated horribly as a kid and like he’s a future villain, similar to Shinsou, so that’s why he’s so willing to help him. Some thing with Izuku here.

*sigh* such a shiny idea.....

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apomaro-mellow · 4 years ago

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Cold Anger

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When it came time to negotiate terms of the First Order's surrender, Finn hadn't known what to expect. If he was being honest, he didn't think he'd see anything like this in his lifetime. Joining the Resistance as a full-fledged member, he truly believed that he might die before seeing the end of the war, but hoped his actions were enough to push their side closer to victory.

As he embraced both Rey and Poe, Finn couldn't believe how incredibly lucky he was. There were those who had lost so much in the fight. And while he had to sacrifice much on his own, he was more than thankful that his life and his friends weren't included in that.

Now came the less bombastic but still very much terrifying part - diplomacy. In addition to Kylo Ren, now posthumously referred to Ben (not that he was spoken about much), Hux, Palpatine, and Snoke, a significant number of First Order higher ups were dead. The same was obviously true for the Resistance. And while both sides still had officers trained in these political matters, Finn, Poe, and Rey found themselves at these tables often.

Finn had expected Poe to be much more intense at these proceedings, given not only his history fighting these men but his fly-off-the-handle personality in general. But his love surprised him with his cool attitude and formality.

It was Rey he had to worry about.

"Promise me that you wont start any fights this time", he said as he straightened her robes.

"Fine, I promise I wont start any fights", she replied, not meeting his eyes.

"Thank you."

"...I will finish them though."

Finn let out a breath through his nose and Rey looked like she might start a fight with him now but they were interrupted by Poe knocking on wall next to the open door.

"You guys ready?"

"As we'll ever be", Finn said.

Poe crossed the room with his arms open. "You look great."

"I look the same as I always do", Finn rolled his eyes but smiled anyway and met Poe halfway.

"I know."

Rey was used to their PDA by not and barely batted an eye when they kissed. She was mentally squaring up anyway. For the first time, people had the upper hand on a system that had oppressed them. And yet still those that benefited from the system wanted to sneer down their noses at her. They needed to be put in their place and that's exactly what she set out to do.

When their entourage finally met and sat down with the delegation, Rey kept her expression neutral. She would keep her word. She wasn't going to start anything. But the moment anyone said anything she didn't like, she'd let it be known.

"In regards to what discussed in our last meeting..."

They went over old business first, which had mostly been talking about what to do about the places more recently conquered by the First Order, places they could more easily detach from. Then they got to new business, which was part of the reason Finn had made sure to talk to Rey today about her behavior. Under the table, Finn grabbed Poe's hand and squeezed it.

It was time to demand that the First Order demilitarize. And that meant discussing the fates of the stormtroopers under them. There was a rise in tension as that demand was reached and that's when the arguments began. Rey let Finn and Poe handle most of the talking. Not only was this Finn's personal battle, he'd know better than any of them what should be done with the troops. As the conversations continued though she felt the heat rise in her. She tried to find her center and focus instead on the Force.

It did calm her somewhat. And for a moment the voices muffled out. It was probably irresponsible of her to do so, but tuning them out was really the only way she was going to get through this without igniting her saber. And then her hearing returned in sharp focus at one word.

"...the livestock."

Rey's eyes narrowed and she saw that word being directed towards Finn and she jumped from her seat. Finn tried to make a grab for her but she was too fast as she leapt to the other side of the table and pointed her lightsaber at the man who dared utter that word.

"You steal children from their homes, raise them as weapons, and you have the nerve to compare them to animals?!", she roared. "I'll show you who the real beast is!"

"REY!", Poe shouted.

"WHAT?!", she shouted back, turning to look at him.

He was standing, although unlike her he was still on the floor. His eyes were stern. Finn's were looking at her like he didn't know what she'd do. Rey looked back at the agents of the First Order and most of them were cowering in their seats. And that fear felt good. And then she felt a crushing wave of cold at that realization.

She deactivated her lightsaber and got off the table, running from the room.

When she heard someone coming after her, she had thought it'd be Finn. But when she finally stopped down the hall, she saw that it was Poe. And somehow that made her feel worse. She was used to Finn following her, trying to know what she was doing or telling her that he was worried about her. She still wasn't entirely sure how to handle Poe.

"Are you going to tell me that I shouldn't have done that?"

"I'm not your dad. I can't tell you what you should or shouldn't do", Poe said. "But I have to ask if you think that was smart."

"They just! They're so! They make me so SO angry! They deserve to be punished for what they've done. And we're just letting them sit here and talk with us."

Poe leaned against a wall. "You're right. They're absolute garbage. And I think they should be burned like it. But this is what it means to be a just society."

"You hate them just as much as I do", Rey said. It wasn't that long ago that Poe shot them down with glee. They had hurt him and his people. "How can you sit there so calmly? Why don't you ever yell at them?"

Rey had never felt so tempted by the anger that led to the dark side than when she had to speak to these men who knew nothing of struggle or sacrifice or pain. And that scared her. What if anger was all she had in her?

"It's not easy", Poe said. "It's probably harder for you. I can't choke someone from ten feet away."

"I would nev-", Rey interrupted herself when she realized that wasn't true. She hadn't used the Force like that yet, but it would've been so easy to. And she felt colder.

"Do you know how easy it would be to organize a strike right now and take out First Order leaders right at their homes?", Poe said. Now that the rest of the galaxy was backing them up, he had a large number of ships and pilots not just under his command but would do a favor if he asked. "Abusing our power makes us no better than them."

"What if I don't want to be better?"

"You have to, Master Jedi", Poe said.

"I'm not a-"

"Maybe not yet. But someday we're gonna have people looking back on the things we did when we were in charge. These guys are all going to get what's coming to them. I'll dedicate my life to make sure of it", Poe said, crossing his arms. "Even if that means giving each of them a trial and listing each and every one of their crimes for the whole universe to hear."

Rey looked at him, uncertain. "You think they'll go through with something like that?"

"They have to. Otherwise they're fugitives of the law", Poe grinned. "And jurisdiction can get pretty loose on that."

She let out a long sigh. "I feel bad for leaving Finn to deal with them on his own."

"He can handle himself. If I were you, I'd worry more about the lecture I'm going to get afterward."

"You don't really think he will, do you?" Rey felt a different kind of ice in her veins.

Poe shrugged. "I'd try and compliment his hair or something before the meeting is over though."

The two of them returned to the room. Rey's righteous anger hadn't gone anywhere, but she no longer felt the need to skewer any of these men. Being humiliated publicly and imprisoned or exiled or possibly executed would be much more fitting.

#apo writes #finnpoe #fanfiction #star wars

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milky-mochi · 5 years ago

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constellations | cbg

genre: angst/fluff, childhood friend! beomgyu

pairing: choi beomgyu x reader

word count: 2k

summary: in a sea of constellations, beomgyu is the only star burning in your heart. but sometimes the love of your life is pried from your hands, then what do you do but be an astronaut and explore the galaxies for him?

song: 🎶 nap of a star - txt 🎶

the night you left, you and beomgyu went stargazing.

he had rented a pickup truck and driven it to the top of a secluded hill, away from the light pollution of the city. you brought sheets and blankets to pile up in the back to make it comfy for the both of you to sit for hours, gazing up at the star-embroidered sky.

as both your legs dangled off the edge of the pickup truck, you rested your head in the crook of his neck. his arm snaked over your shoulder and pulled you closer to the warmth of his body. his oversized jacket hung like a ghost around your shoulders, keeping you warm from the chill of the air but not from the worries of your heart.

beomgyu chirped as he saw a shooting star, jolting you and urging you to see it. you smiled earnestly back at him and his genuine excitement. sighing deeply, you wished you had seen that shooting star so you could wish to stay like this forever, gripping beomgyu’s hand as if it could stop the sun from rising and ending this night. separation waited for you as soon as the sun’s rays revealed themselves. you had never wanted darkness to last forever this badly before, but you did now. you wanted the light to never come, so that you could have the light you needed beside you.

“say the word,” you whispered into beomgyu’s neck, “say the word and i won’t leave. i’ll tell my parents i wont leave.”

you felt beomgyu chuckle, sadly and softly, through the vibrations and the movement of his body. his hand reached up to stroke your hair, and you swore you felt a tear drop roll off his cheek, landing on the top of your hairline. “you know you can’t do that, y/n.”

you swiveled your head, turning to him with tears brimming your eyes. “screw it. i don’t want to leave you behind. they’re forcing me to go when i don’t want to. and i’ll be gone for a long time.”

beomgyu’s sad smile reappeared as he gently stroked your hair, before pulling you closer. “i’ll wait for you, no matter how long, y/n.”

all you could do in response was let out a cry and bury your head further into him to suppress your tears. beomgyu’s other hand came forward to embrace you in a full hug. the silence fell over the two of you like a blanket, both of you so unsure of what to do, what the future held, what even to say in these last moments together. you were so scared of wasting the minutes ticking by that you just sat in beomgyu’s presence, not wanting to let go, but waiting for time to pull you from him with its cruel hands.

and eventually it did, with the rising of the sun and the sky burning yellow. beomgyu drove you to the airport in the rented pick up with your luggage lying resignedly in the back.

and still, silence. words would prick the shaky wall you had built. tears would roll out in armies. silence, even until beomgyu put his arms around you in a tight embrace for the last time. until time’s bony fingers pried you apart with boarding times and the glass wall between customs and the departure hall. it pushed you along until the rift was so big, all beomgyu could see was your back fading into the checkpoint, and all you could see was beomgyu’s black hair disappearing into the crowd. the afternoon sun blazed through the airport’s glass ceiling mockingly, blinding you from your last view of beomgyu, before your parents dragged you to the waiting lounge.

the day you left beomgyu, the sun was the cruelest star indeed.

***

the night you were on your way home, the stars shone sadly.

seven years without the boy you loved had gone by painfully. there was not a day nor a second you didn’t wish you could go home to him, or be in his arms. it had been seven whole years since your parents had forced you to move overseas so that your father could further his career. maybe you could have been more supportive of them if they had been considerate of you and your feelings, but they weren’t. and therefore you resented this entire arrangement, and booked your plane back home as soon as you were able to.

there was a person waiting for you halfway across the world, anyway.

adjusting the earbud currently falling off, you glanced out the plane window. it was covered in the dark of night. your plane cruised above the greyish clouds and underneath the glittering stars. the altitude of the plane made it possible to see all these constellations so clearly, something you never would have been able to do on ground. zero light pollution, just the big dipper, orion’s belt, the cold plane window, your music, and you.

and yet, it all felt so very empty. bright, burning balls of light from millions of years away still felt so empty now that you were looking at them alone from an uncomfortable plane seat, and not with a smiling boy. you missed him so much your heart ached, and still you hadn’t been able to get a hold of him a week before you were on your way home.

a tear drop landed on your phone. you swiped at your eye before any more of them could follow, turning your back to the person sitting next to you. the stars outside your window gleamed mockingly at you. all these damn stars mocking you.

you had no idea if beomgyu had moved out of the small town, or if he was back from college. had he chosen to live somewhere else? had he changed his phone number? it had been seven years. what if his heart didn’t ache for you like yours did? had he changed more than his phone number?

if beomgyu didn’t even wish to see you, it would invalidate the only thought that made you happy on a sad day for almost a decade. desperation filled you as you grappled with reality. you needed to see him the moment you set foot on your destination, but you didn’t know where he was or where to get him. helplessness had taken your heart hostage. in an attempty to block it out, you increased the volume of your music and glanced at the tiny television. 16 hours till landing.

the night you were on your way home to beomgyu, you felt emptier than the vacant stars in the abyss of the night sky.

***

each step you took through the arrival gates was intense manual labour. your muscles screamed with each movement and gravity pulling you down. when you entered, you had scanned the waiting area for the sight of that familiar head of black hair or row of grinning teeth, but there was not a face in that crowd that you recognised. feeling too guilty to even feel angry or sad, you just felt empty. as empty as you did when you saw those stars. as empty as your side with no one there.

your body was running on autopilot, unsure of what to feel or do. your mind was separate from your body, it was just a vessel for its inhibitence. the black luggage you were towing was weighing you down more than it should have, and so was the bag hurting your shoulders. ultimately, from all this unexplainable gravity, you dropped the scarf you were holding.

you bent down to pick it up, but there was a hand reaching to get it for you. and there was a voice that came with it. a voice you would have died to hear every day of your life. one that only appeared in dreams of longing and ended with you waking up in tears. but it was here, it was real, it was really flowing through your ears and registering in your mind, all familiar and honey-like.

“i’ve waited a long time for you, y/n.”

and suddenly, a hole was broken into the wall separating your emotions from you. they came spilling all at once as tears rolling down your cheeks. sobbing, you snapped your head to look up at the person you had longed for insufferably.

beomgyu smiled as he stroked your cheek. you realised now why you couldn’t find him initially. what was his dark hair was now blonde, and his face no longer bore the boyish look it did all those years ago. his old self was fading into the young man he was today. and yet, his smile still held all the sincerity of the boy you loved. it was beomgyu. he was here.

he pulled you in a standing position so he could hug you. there were tears streaming down both your faces as you were enveloped in each other’s scents. beomgyu held on to you so tight, as if he couldn’t believe you were actually in front of him for the first time in seven years. seven years. he had gone that long without seeing you and, little did you know, it had drove him insane.

“god, why weren’t you answering your phone?” you sniffled, reaching to wipe your tears with one hand while the other was clasping beomgyu’s hand.

beomgyu reached to swipe a tear away from your cheek. “i’m sorry, it fell into water while i was out and i was getting it fixed.”

“email? instagram?”

“i got locked out of my email, and my mom made me deactivate my instagram.”

“god, you idiot,” you laughed, “whatever. you’re here now.”

you wrapped your arms around beomgyu and he laughed. rubbing a hand up and down your back reassuringly, he whispered, “i’m here now.”

***

the night you came home, the night sky was sparkling with stars.

right from the airport, beomgyu had taken your luggage in his left hand and your hand in his other, and taken you straight to his car. without ever letting go of your hand in his, he drove for a long, long time. out from town, and up the familiar hill from all those years ago.

and throughout the entire drive, you just talked like no time had passed at all. about how much you missed each other, how many nights you were up alone, wishing he was with you. how many nights he wished he could have kissed the top of your head to make everything better. how many nights you resented your parents for dragging you across the world from him. how many nights beomgyu resented the universe for keeping you away from him. how you missed each other too much to even see anyone else, to feel anything but the overwhelming emptiness in your heart.

once you reached the top of the hill, he led you to sit on the car’s hood. as your legs dangled off his car, beomgyu draped his jacket over your shoulders before reaching to put his arm around you. you held his hand on your shoulder and placed your head in the crook of his neck, as the both of you admired the shimmering night sky, your breaths filling the air with contented silence.

beomgyu gently took your chin with his fingers and turned you to face him. his tongue darted out to swipe over his bottom lip before looking at you for assurance. instead of a nod, you held his face in the palm of your hands and connected your lips to his. it was warm and comforting in the cool night breeze, like the stars in the coldness of the universe. familiar, like all works of fate were. and like the constellations, the connection between your lips and souls were meant to be. an inscription of the universe’s plan, a love that fate had sheepishly admitted was meant for the both of you, that not even the stars could pry apart.

the night you came home to beomgyu, the only dazzling star was him.

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suffocating-sound · 4 years ago

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3,4,8

3. rant. just do it

oh geez okay its gonna be a really disconnected stream of thought, though.

can this pandemic go fuck itself already i havent had a single moment of happiness since may and finals week is here and i feel like dying and i look gross and i feel gross and life is a nightmare. my stupid fucking parents wont let me talk to my girlfriend and thank FUCK i decided to do the decietful thing and make a tumblr account after they deactivated my old one, this time i hid it better. emma and i havent seen each other in over 7 months, minus one time in may when i got to tell her happy birthday, and ive been so close to suicide so many times in my life, which she’s helped with so much. im so incredibly touch starved yet almost even more so sensorily sensitive and i dont know what to do with myself. today i had an anxiety attack because the school speakers made a really loud noise and that among the visual snow and the fact that im famous in my family for taking things way too literally leads me to believe that maybe im a bit autistic? i hate my stupid fucking face and my body and i hate that i dont know who or what i am yet and i hate that people keep telling me im too young for so many things like figuring out who i am and having a fucking political opinion. my band is unstable and we have only three members soon to be two and now im thinking ill never be able to do what i want in life, im not happy and i never will be. things wont work out with emma how we want it too. but maybe im just paranoid, maybe im just sick. im living a sick life that most people call privelege and theyre kinda right but im still sicker than i can cope with. i hate my voice and how its too low and hollow. i hate my hair because it never does what i want it too. i love emma because she’s made such an impact on my life. most of my friends wouldnt give two shits if i was dead, but the people i’ve met on tumblr care about each other almost more than they care about their fandoms, and my parents had the audacity to say that tumblr is toxic. no. reddit is toxic. i was on reddit for a bit and it’s fucking vile. my parents know my brother is on reddit, why dont they tell him to get off it? nothing makes sense. i can’t separate thoughts from emotions, i barely feel them anyways anymore, and the thoughts are so vicious that if any of you got a glimpse into my head you would be too scared to talk to me ever again. which brings me to probably what im gonna wrap up with is my fear of being alone, but not being alone, its deeper than that, im afraid of falling out of love, whether platonic or romantic love, im afraid of growing apart from somebody to the point where all either of us are is just a memory in the back each other’s minds that we visit occationaly for the nostalgia, im afraid of when those memories will fade, im afraid of not being there for someone when they need it, im afraid of being there but not doing anything, im afraid of someone rejecting my help and then disappearing leaving me to live on in their shadow, im afraid of living in someone’s shadow. im afraid of my memories. they hurt. even the good ones. it hurts.

4. do you think its ok to separate the artist from the art?

well nice change of topic after that haha

im not sure about this one. on one hand, i think its okay, because theyre two separate entities, and you don’t need to like the person to like their music/art. on the other hand, in liking their music/art, you’re indirectly supporting the person that you dislike, in addition to the fact that a lot of art is a reflection of the artist’s soul. so this one is complicated.

8. how many accounts do you follow?

exactly 260.

thanks for the ask!

sorry for the depressing rant. :/

#tw suicide mention #tw suicide #nobody told me to tag these but i feel like i should just in case

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liquidstar · 5 years ago

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Have you ever been blocked by someone? One of my favorite tumblr blogs blocked me and I am clueless as to why, I didn’t have much interaction with them, and posted topics similar to them (the reason I followed them in the first place) I would like to know what happened and ask them but they got anonymous deactivated, how should I procede?

yes i have, once youve been on here long enough or have enough followers or something people just kind of block you out of no where, people youve never even met before, and its usually over really petty reasons (sometimes not though, a lot of ppl have me blocked over posts that say stuff like “hey lets not be dicks to lesbians” lol) like most of the time its people that are still upset in 2020 that i called a homestuck ship trash 4 years ago. my point is its not usually something to get hung up over, its not a big deal and it doesnt necessarily mean you did anything terribly wrong.

as for what you should do though... usually id say just leave it alone, theres not much that can be done and for all i know they mightve had a good reason. but if its really bothering you and you just NEED to get in contact w them, you could ask a friend to talk to them or make an alternate account or something. but my real advice is to just kind of move on, it sucks when stuff like this happens and i understand that it can hurt a bit but it wont matter much in the long-run

#Anonymous #Answered

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alyssacantu91 · 4 years ago

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the-dreaming-angel · 5 years ago

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Saving Bucky barnes chapter 5

Strange reached and turn ur head and see the blood in your ear he says you either have as busted eardrum or a pretty bad concussion. Come in let's get you 2 taken care of. Strange shows you 2 what looks like a sick bay. you lay bucky on the examination table and wince at the pain your side. strange says u get on the other table. you stumble and fall on your butt you look up 2 strange he then picks you up and carries you through the gold ring to the hospital. you say strange put me down im hurt and bleeding ill get blood on your cape he says you been shot this is how im keeping pressure on it and carry you at the same time. I got my hand firmly on the wound so you wont bleed on me. You say what about bucky I don't want to leave him for 2 long in case he wakes up. im worried he won't remember and will try 2 leave i dont know if he will be the winter Soldier or bucky. Strange says Wong is watching him and no one but us can come into any of the rooms just the foyer so he will be safe. Right about that time he sits you down and hands you a heavy rag he says hold this on it. I dont know why you like to worry more about the Sargent then your own well being your not immortal just cursed . You take your jacket off the pull up your shirt. You fold the rag double and place it on the wound. strange turns around with shears and says oh well that's easier. Your irises turn a deep red as you say very seriously no one cuts my jacket ever. Strange chuckles and sets the shears down. he says im just going to put some gauze and tape on it cause I know you will heal he pulls out the bullet applies the bandage and then wraps your waist tightly and tapes it. He takes the eye check thingy to check your eyes for signs of a concussion but u remind him it dosen't work on you. You try to get up but strange says no your staying put. You need to take care of your Self the sargent is fine. you say I think im gonna be sick he quickly grabs a trash can. which you promptly empty your Stomach contents into .

Strange says. I may have underestimated how bad of a concussion you have. He quickly scoops you up but not without protests from you about he needs to focus on bucky and not you. You finally convince strange to set you in a dark room so you can rest. He says not 2 sleep that you need your brain to heal. Strange goes 2 checks on bucky. You suddenly hear a group of people walking down the hallway. Shit you curse and hide as you hear the people talking 2 a nurse you recognize them as hydra agents they look like the same agents from the tower. one checks in the room your in instead of killing him you just sneak out in your glamour . Strange catches u in the hallway (becase he can see through the glamour). you say we have 2 get 2 him now! I don't know how they knew i was here but if they know im here they know he isant being watched. Strange takes you back 2 bucky he is still out you can hear him his heart slowly beat. You whisper come back 2 me James I can't lose you, I'll snap and no one will be safe if I lose my heart.... You drift off laying on buckys shoulder listening to his heartbeat slowly continue on. Strange wakes you up later saying ur not supposed 2 falls asleep you rub your eyes and say strange I'm nocturnal I sleep during the day im sure im fine is there anything u can do 2 get bucky 2 wake up? It's then you notice the room is silent except for strange's heartbeat your eyes grow wide and you look at bucky . his chest isant rising as it's supposed when he breathes any more. you shake him bucky! Bucky please wake up! You scream strange do something!!! His heart isant beating! He isant breathing! You begin to panic what happened strange! Just about the time your about 2 threaten the Dr who is trying 2 use the time stone. you are jarred back into reality by a very cold bucket of water on you and strange and bucky calling your name. You look up bucky through water dripping into your eyes you jump up and hold him tight as you can without hurting him you say I thought I lost you. Thank heaven it was just a bad dream. You hold him tight listening 2 his heartbeat. You ask strange if it's safe 2 go back 2 the tower he. Replied yes but you not going anywhere. Bucky chimes in

y/n your heart stopped I don't know if it was a bad dream. I thought i was going loose you. strange thinks you need 2 heal so u need to stay here. strange walks in with an entire bag of A+ he says down this and your free 2 go or u can get it in an iv, either way, u need it because u lost a good amount. You reply My meds are for that they have all the minerals and stuff in a tablet so i don't have 2 do that. you push the bag away not wanting it . Bull shit! Bucky yells y/n drink it or u will have it in an iv. Strange says ill get bucky 2 hold u down. Buck answers in Russian да. you say fine! You grab the bags and walk into another room and come back a few seconds later then say now can i go home? Strange says yes so you teleport back. As you arrive cap says good ur suited up mission time you look 2 bucky and giggle and says well lets get back on the plane then. The look on buckys face is priceless you get on your tipe toes and say softly this time i promise not 2 have a fit and down the plane. He says will u get my ear plugs from my room please and i will get your meds from bruce? You say ok and poof off bruce is in the lab when bucky walks in he says im here 2 get y/ns meds ? Bruce chuckles and hands him a white foam cup and says do not drink it. he also hands him a bottle of pills and says incase your gone for a few days which bucky puts in his cargo pocket and snaps close. Bruce hands him a small medicne cup with several different pills. You show up right as buck walks into the kitchen he says great i i found u here he hands u the cup and pill cup. You hand him his ear plugs and say put them in now so i know their in he puts them in and kisses you on the top of your head and says softly спасибо, ангел (thank you angel ) now take your pills so i know you got your meds. You take the pills and teleport the two of you to the roof and wait. You say before you load the plane "bucky i want you to hear this new song ! " he says we gota get loaded jarvis can play it on the plane ok ? You say slightly deflated sure ... he starts getting all the gear ready for what ever yall are going 2 need steve usually told you what exact details you were going u thought about the charger 2 buckys ear buds was left on the counter you telelported back and grabbed it and teleported back you also grabbed some other equitment so incase you needed it. You helped get every ones gear in place. Thor and loki were always second 2 load the plane after about 5 mins the plane was taking off and you asked jarvis 2 play the song you had found earlier it was called perfect by Ed sheeran. Bucky chuckled and said i heard this the other day and thought of you and how you love slow dancing. Heard cap stand up he told you 2 it was just another mission to retive intel on a project hydra was trying to recreate the super soldier program. Cap thought it might have bucky's file in it and that if they could get the file they could figure out how to deactivate buckys trigger words . The base was in the english countryside it was not going 2 be easy getting in but you were going in alone . Bucky chimed in about u going in alone but you reminded him what happened last time he stood watch and you werent having that happen again. Cap said try not to kill every one this is supposed 2 be a stealth operation. You chuckled and said i make no promises cap...

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ripuels · 5 years ago

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GIVE ME ANYTHING I'LL TAKE IT ALL 👀

So... since you already have access to my Walk in the Park deleted scenes doc, here... have the first chapter of a WIP called "Solomon's Habitation". Enjoy, m'dear!

(AU in which a calloused synth tech named Amanda develops a habit of taking in and rehoming abused and decommissioning synthetics, only to find the one who just wont leave may be what she needs to heal)

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"Hello, I am a second generation Weyland-Yutani S-Executive Synthetic serial number 1209, inducted for purpose of Legal, entirely at your disposal."

"Name?"

"C. Samuels, individually distinguished as Christopher."

The robot blinks once, looking into the corner of the room where three others stand. Two are identical, one is different, one of them older, none are like him. He knows it. They are operated, programmed to execute commands, not act on whims like being pert with superiors and getting into significant amounts of trouble.

"Know why you're here, 1209?"

"I ask questions."

Christopher studies the technician's lab coat, looking for anything identifying. Anything he can relate to. There is a young lady in Engineering who wears Star Wars socks poking out of her boots, and an older man in his division who wears an enamel Tardis pin on his tie, they were always lovely and appreciative of a conversation. From this woman sitting before him however, he gets nothing.

He can clearly see her name tag, but just like his own identity, who she really is hides behind an initial. "What is your name?"

"You do, don't you?"

"What?"

"Ask questions." The woman smiles shortly, it doesn't quite seep from her gaze, but the attempt is better than nothing. The synthetic responds with a shunned dip of his chin. "My name is Ripley.” She offers anyway, a little softer around the edges. “Amanda."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Christopher glances to her fingers, bare of jewelry, commitment, unsure why it matters so much. Why it's logged with such importance, being such a trivial thing. "Ms. Ripley."

She nods politely and rubs her brow, making a note on her checklist without hiding the fact.

"Am I merchandise, Ms. Ripley?" He asks, name rolling off his tongue differently, almost trying it on again like a tailored suit. The last syllable is deep, padded as if it came from somewhere in his chest instead of a speaker.

She faces him again with her hands folded. "Why do you ask?"

"I saw you mark the form under the article 'merchandise faulty'." He glances up from the page again, an expression of indifference. "Am I going to be merchandise? Sold instead of incorporated back into the Law Division after my reformat?"

She nods, impassiveness to match. "In Legal you'd be a Level 3 Exec, right?" There's no need to wait for a response. "You know they're a bit touchy that high up with aberrant synthetics. That's why you were sent down to decommission. That's why I have to tick all the appropriate boxes no matter what. And that's why I suppose reading ‘Merchandise’ instead of ‘Artificial Person’ makes people feel better about what comes next."

"Does it make you feel better?"

The synthetic had been asking questions nonstop, but this is the one that really stumps Amanda. She stares at his unwavering gaze for a long while before he finally looks away, through the one-sided window to the next room over.

No, Amanda thinks, observing the man with shallow yet complex brown eyes and chestnut hair, but in a way… yes? It's all horrible, made tolerable only by the knowledge 'merchandise faulty' synthetics at least stand a chance, being sold on the private market or recalibrated gently in the warehouse. It saves them from a complete overhaul. If she were to tick 'defective' it would be another story, they’d be taken apart entirely and euthanized, harvested- recycled, The Company finding it safer than take the fall for an unidentified mishap on the production line. One check box gives them hope for a future, the other destroys them, and it's all down to two synonymous terms and whoever is holding the paperwork.

"It's a thing, a thing someone has to do. Not all of it is peachy, but I don’t think anyone really likes their jobs." Amanda abandons the pen and it rolls across the table to sit in front of the Samuels unit.

"That’s not what I asked." He takes it up like a dagger, holding it in his fist as the sharp metallic end pokes out past his little finger. "May I?" He gestures to her notepad.

She slides it over the table and watches as long spidery fingers twirl the pen and begin drawing.

It's not unusual to see, most synthetics do. Usually diagrams or landscape, old classic art, nothing but a neat trick programmed into them to impress audiences and potential investors. It's common even for one to perfectly replicate a scene before them in printed lines. This Samuels however, sketches in long strokes, shading into the curves, and defines tone with depth and pressure. The picture slowly takes the form of a woman in a green coverall, a lab coat, brown hair in a neat ponytail, sunken around the eyes with a terribly fierce scowl. It isn't until the image is inverted and offered that Amanda realises it's her.

"Do you know why you're here?" He asks, still looking at the page between them.

Ripley freezes as the pen is placed into her open hand. "What?"

"Why you do your job if it upsets you?"

"I'm not upset."

At this he glances a direct line from the frown in ink versus the hard woman before him, she relents at the absurdity of her statement.

She tears the page from the binder and blows it dry before folding it neatly, tucking it into the back of her laptop bag.

"Oh, I'm glad you decided to keep it." Samuels sits back once again. "I would say I can just draw another but I believe after today that may be unlikely."

"Why are you doing this?" Amanda cuts viciously into the timid air about him. "You know how the system works, you know what my job is, I detect faulty synthetics and set them up for decommission, and you're here being as deviant as possible. Do you want to die?"

At this he jerks as if he'd been shoved in the chest. "Die? You consider me alive?"

"1209... What are you doing?"

"The truth," Samuels ponders for a moment as if he had an alternative to give, "is I have figured out there is no point in delaying the inevitable, my very own programming ensures that I will be caged within lines of code and protocol. If experiencing this whimsical desire to simply exist is all down to a fault I would rather have it rectified than be consistently let down." He taps his nails on the table then folds his hands together. "My life has been short, but I have tried to make it the fullest, and if that means I am to be decommissioned or reformatted then so be it. This is the world we live in, that is my place, and that is what I must do to be content in a body like this."

Amanda stands so suddenly not only does her chair fly backward but it prompts the synthetic to get up too. Unsure why, they wait at opposite one another. She finally gathers her folders into her laptop bag, slings it over a shoulder, and storms to the door.

Samuels waits patiently for elaboration.

"Come with me." The woman jerks her head towards the hallway, standing average in height and size, not remarkably composed into any particular shape, but sculpted entirely in titanium.

"What are you doing?" He approaches, unguided by his submissive protocol but a desire to go with her, wherever that may be. For a moment he wonders if they are headed straight to deactivation, and oddly enough, he follows regardless.

As he weaves past her she takes the sleeve of his light blue coverall, tucking a finger into the cuff and leading him down toward human management. She doesn't give a response, and that strangely bothers him. Questions are all well and good, but what is the point if they are not answered? Sooner or later, he must know.

"Ms. Ripley, where are we going? Deactivation is the other way."

"I’m not taking you there." She stomps past a trolley of files in the hall and waits on the other side for him to squeeze by, still holding fast. "You're coming with me."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"I'm buying you."

"Why?"

Amanda turns on her heel with an exasperated grumble, her fingers tightening around his entire wrist now. "You ask too many questions."

"Apologies, but that is exactly why I'm worried about your choice in merchandise." Chis takes one long final stride before running directly into her with a loud huff. He steps back and brushes his clothes flat again, only just realizing now the code designated for human collison hadn't prompted an apology. "I would be much happier being recycled than be a faulty device of little use. It is a waste of perfectly good components."

She comes up close enough that he can hear her faint whisper, and then lowers her voice again even further. The first generation Samuels rifling through the trolley finally registers as out of range, and she seems to know it.

"No, you don’t get it. You're not getting fucking decommissioned because you ask questions. I'm not going to let them- kill you." The woman finally lets go of him with slight hesitation, appeased only by ensuring the fact he is still in her sight after a cautious glance around. "Listen, give me your hand."

He recoils from her touch. "What?"

"1209- Shit, Samuels, give me your fucking hand."

The synthetic finally offers his palm and she flips it over, pulling the red hair tie from her ponytail and wrapping it around his thumb. "Do not let anyone take this off you. Okay? That's an order."

"Why?" This is the first time he'd asked a question and it had caused a smile. Ever. He asks again and it grows. "Why?"

"I need to know it's you, you’re gonna go through orientation again to be a domestic companion, they will offer you clothes and a small bag of belongings, give you time to empty your workspace, and they’ll try but do not let them take this." Even her frown softens and she twangs the elastic band once. "Don't even let anyone see it, actually, y'know what, just put your hand in your pocket."

He agrees obediently and she takes his other arm, escorting him to the nearby directors office. This time he goes for the door first, opening it so she can step through. Not because of his programming to serve, or prioritise beings above himself, so why then?

Because, he supposes, because he wants to.

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