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miffysrambles · 6 months

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Hello :) I would like to request! For Sun Wukong, Macaque and Mk X Reader (can be any gender that you prefer to use) And can It be separate please 'w'

And basically the story is that Reader has caught a nasty Cold/Sore Throat and is not doing so well, until the boys come to the rescue and help them out the best they can, and later on they back on their feet again!

Thank you 👍

Wukong, Macaque, and MK WIth a Sick! S/O

Wukong:

Coughs and sniffles filled the air as you lay in your bed, flipping through channels on your television.

You had caught the cold going around since the weather was dropping for the autumn season, even though you were on top of your hygiene.

You were in the middle of a rerun of an old sitcom when your phone rang. Groaning, you reached over to your nightstand and saw your boyfriend Wukong was calling.

You put the call on speaker as you were too mentally and physically exhausted to put it up to your ear, “Hello…?”

Ew, your voice sounded gross.

“Peaches, you ok? Gods, your voice sounds awful!” Wow, he could’ve at least tried to lie.

“I’m sick Wukong, we can’t spend time together today…”

“Who says? I could come over and help ya’ feel better!” You could hear him rustling through his hut at the end of the line, meaning he was already on his way over..

“And before you say something like ‘Oh but my generous and oh-so-kind boyfriend Wukong, I don’t want you to get sick either!’ Don’t worry! Immortals barely ever get sick.”

You laughed softly at his pathetic impression of you, clearly he was joking but you had to admit he was pretty spot on with your concerns.

“If you’re sure hon, I’ll see you in a bit.” Your hoarse voice added a few coughs at the end.

“Oh, I’m definitely sure peaches, see ya’ in a few minutes! I love you, mwwah!” He added loud kissing noises at the end which made you laugh more.

He always knew just how to cheer you up by putting a smile on your face, even if you felt like literal garbage.

After a few agonizing minutes of lying in your sweat-filled state, you heard the window to your bedroom open as your boyfriend sat on the windowsill.

“You coulda just have used the door like a normal person.” You laughed softly, making him roll his eyes with a grin.

“Not as romantic though.” He jumped from your window as he held a pharmacy bag in his hand, setting it down on your nightstand as he put his palm up to your forehead.

“Sheesh, you’re burning up… How ya feeling hon?” His tail thumped against your bed, signaling he was very much worried for you.

“Like garbage, but a bit better now that you’re here.” You smiled up at him as his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing circles in a small attempt to help you feel better.

He reached over to the bag, pulling out some peach-flavored syrup medicine making you raise an eyebrow.

“Peach flavored, really? I didn’t even know they made it in that flavor.” You laughed softly, not even minding the throbbing pain in your throat.

“Whaaat?! It’s the best flavor and it reminded me of you! Now open wide peaches, here comes the airplane!” He playfully teased you as he poured the medicine into a spoon, pretending it was flying toward your mouth with fake airplane sounds.

You rolled your eyes as you decided to go along with his teasing, opening your mouth as you swallowed the medicine.

Your face scrunched as you hesitantly swallowed the ghastly syrup, “Ugh that is awful!”

Wukong laughed as he smirked, “C’mon you got another spoonful to go!”

“Noooooo!”

Macaque:

Your coughing and sneezing slowly stirred Macaque awake from his deep sleep, rubbing his eyes as he sat up and looked over to see you holding a box of tissues.

“Sick huh?” His voice made you jump as your sickly state didn’t even make you realize he was awake now.

“O-Oh! Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up!” Your hoarse voice made him wince, he could tell by just the way you talked you did NOT feel good.

“Hey hey, it’s ok sweet cheeks. You can’t help it if you’re sick, c’mere.” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back down onto the bed, rubbing the back of your head to help ease the throbbing pain.

“But I don’t want to get you sick, I should go home.” You muttered in between sniffles and coughs.

He chuckled softly as he shook his head, his tail wrapping around your waist to keep you close and signaling you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“No can do sugarplum, you’re stuck with me for today. And besides, I’m a demon. We don’t ‘get sick’.” His fingers were tangled in your hair, making the throbbing in the back of your head subside as you sighed in relief and contentment.

Your head laid against his chest, the room was silent besides the sounds of your clogged sinuses which you really needed right now to help ease your migraine.

“I’m gonna get up and go to the store to get you some medicine, I’ll be right back ok?” Macaque’s low voice spoke into your ear.

You nodded as he let you go and gently laid you back down on his bed, putting on his clothes and using his shadow magic to summon a portal as he fell through it.

A few minutes later he rose out of the floor from the shadows, holding a plastic bag as he sat down next to you on the bed.

He smiled down at you as you put your head in his lap, his fingers going right back to your hair as he played with the strands with care.

He pulled out a bottle of pills and a water bottle and handed them both to you, “Here you go starshine, I got you everything you needed.”

He also pulled out a washcloth and soaked it in the water, putting it against your forehead to help cool you down.

“Thank you hon…” You were able to breathe out softly as you popped the pill into your mouth and sipped on the water.

“No problem sugar.” His fingers caressed your head, his eyes staring lovingly down at you.

You noticed out of the corner of your eye his wallet on the dresser as you turned your head back up to him, “Macaque, how did you pay for the medicine if your wallet is on the dresser?”

“..Don’t worry about that sweet cheeks.”

MK:

MK was on a noodle run when he noticed one of the orders was for your address, his face beamed as he could use this as an excuse to see you.

Pigsy had worked him to the bone today and luckily yours was the last order of the day so he could take his time seeing you.

He parked his work scooter in the parking lot of your apartment complex as he walked up to your door, knocking with a pep in his knuckles as he called out to you.

“Heyyy (Name), it’s me! I got your noodles and I wanna see your cute face!”

After a few seconds of waiting, his eyebrow raised as his phone went off in his pocket.

Seeing it was a text from you, he opened it and read it out loud.

“ ‘Come in. There’s a key underneath the mat.’’ Huh, why didn’t they just answer the door?”

He raised the welcome mat and unlocked your door with your spare key, seeing it was completely dark inside as he stepped through the doorway.

“(Name)? It’s me, where are you?”

He put the noodles on your kitchen counter as he walked through your small apartment, every single light was off so he used his phone flashlight to work his way through the shadows.

He reached your bedroom and slowly opened the door, peeking his head through as he saw a figure underneath the bedsheets huffing and coughing.

“Oooohhh, that’s why you didn't answer the door.” He walked over as he slowly lifted your covers, seeing your messed up hair and still in your pajamas from the night before.

You smiled up at him through your miserable state, "Hi hon. Do you have my noodles?”

MK nodded as he retrieved them from the kitchen, sitting down next to you on the bed as he smiled.

“Here, let me feed them to you. The perk of being sick is your boyfriend gets to do everything for you!”

You smiled as he opened the container, the warm broth filling the air as you sighed in contentment, opening your mouth as he brought the chopsticks to your lips.

He continued to feed the noodles to you, eventually getting down to just the broth as he handed the bowl to you, “Here drink this, the broth helps when your throat is sore. It helped me when I was sick when Pigsy brought me a bowl.”

You brought the bowl up to your lips and sipped on the warm liquid, sighing as you laid your head on his shoulder.

“Thanks for bringing them to me, let me get you your money.”

He laughed as he wrapped an arm around you, shaking his head.

“Don’t worry about it sweetie, It’s on me tonight. You just work on feeling better.”

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nishiisenpai · 3 years

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feelin insecure - bokuto koutaro, tendou satori

REQUEST: “hey so i went to the doctors today and found out that i went from 164lbs to 175lbs and it made me feel really insecure. could you do hc’s with bokuto and tendou trying to make the reader in this situation feel better? - @im-alyssa-btw “

A/N: omg i am so sorry that you’re feeling like that lovebug !!! i know how it feels to see your weight change and it isn’t the results you were looking for. that feeling must have hurt you and i am sorry once again that you’re feeling like that.

but do not fret !!! you are beautiful or handsome- and no matter what your weight is currently atm, just know that it is just numbers and numbers should never define someone’s quality as a human being.

if you ever wanna talk about any problems or issues you’re feeling, you got me here !!! number one hype lady to get you back and running with some confidence !!!

side note: apologies for writing this months??? later, school is really kicking my ass atm so im currently stressing and crying cause of the workload :p - besides the point, i hope these headcanons bring you joy and happiness and maybe a bit of self confidence too !!!

WARNING: insecure, self-judgement, downgrading yourself

WHO: Bokuto Koutaro x Reader , Tendou Satori x Reader

FORMAT: Headcanon!

bokuto koutaro

mood:

it’s like a sudden wave of discontentment weaved through your whole body the moment you saw the numbers on the scale.

you tried really hard to hit your goal but it just couldn’t quite make it there or come close.

so you come home feeling sad and down, but try not to show it- although your boyfriend bokuto can see it right through you.

if you’re sad, he gets sad. it’s canon, ladies, gents and captains.

physical touch:

i feel like bokuto would be the type to have physical touch as his way of comforting you.

like touching you physically is like a god sent for him.

he loves everything about you.

please- all the insecurities you get would be mostly wiped away by him.

he’s like a ball of sunshine.

oh you have an insecurity over your stretch marks?

not anymore, he thinks of them as battle scars against a past life war opponent and it shows that you are worthy, strong and powerful.

oh you don’t like the way you have extra thigh pudge when you wear thigh high socks? he thinks of them as soft pillows for his head to lay on when you run your hands through his hair.

like this man will make the negative thoughts about yourself turn into a positive feeling/outcome.

he’s definitely the type to shower you in kisses.

he’ll most likely kiss your insecurities away.

he enjoys patting your thighs ever so often

squishes your cheeks a lot to give kisses to them or just to suck onto them to create the pop sound.

holds you in place.

SIT ON HIS LAP

sweet lord, bokuto LOVES, ADORES, freaking GUSHES over when you sit on his lap.

a ton of roaming of his hands on your body because this man seriously can’t keep his hands off of you.

other comments:

okay so if you’re not the type to find comfort in physical touch, he will definitely keep that in mind as he tries to hold back for you.

if you don’t wanna be kissed, hugged or cuddled, he would probably find building a pillow fort fun

going out for ice cream

or snoozing on the couch watching some boring documentary would be ways to cheer you up.

if those options don’t work out, he will just spurt out compliments every minute or so like: wow, you are gorgeous.

“sheesh, how did i get so lucky?”

“you are an angel.”

“my princess~”

“baby, did you know that kuroo is punching the wall rn cause he doesn’t have you, and i do? HAHA A WIN FOR ME AGAINST THAT ROOSTER HEAD!”

god this man is head over heels for you.

i kid you not, he probably falls asleep and wakes up thinking about you and you only.

he will try to be sneaky and stealthy about surprising you with little gifts or snacks or flowers too (depending if you’re allergic or not).

i can imagine he loves doing big things for you, but if you’re not really all in for that, then he does the littlest things to make your day.

OH ONE MORE THING.

IF YOU EVER.

AND I MEAN EVER.

DEGRADE YOURSELF IN FRONT OF THIS MAN-

ISTG YOU BETTER PREPARE YOURSELF.

THIS MAN WILL JUST BE WILDING.

he would go feral or become the most upset man-child there is to existence.

so please don’t do that to him.

tendou satori

mood:

the weight scale became your biggest enemy.

every time you looked at it, it just pained you to see the numbers going (up/down) without much change to your original goal.

you tried really hard to the point it affected you mentally.

thankfully your boyfriend tendou came to the rescue :O

physical touch:

i would also like to believe this man is a another person who would use physical touch as his comfort to you.

though his way of expressing it will be depending on your mood, unlike bokuto who will immediately just go for it.

tendou would know his boundaries on places where to touch because he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with his actions, especially after you had gone to a place that documents your insecurities.

so the times where he is allowed to comfort you through physical comfort:

he will most likely cradle you like a baby

hug you while rubbing your back up and down

draw shapes, happy faces or even speak out complimentary words to calm you down

link pinkies or hold hands

give you forehead kisses

he wants to share as much affection as possible to you

he also loves kissing your knuckles or the back of your hand because he finds that action super cute.

playing with your fingers is also another thing he does

other comments:

this man is very observant and smart

so he thinks of plans immediately in situations where you do not want to be physically held.

he likes purchasing gifts, but finds homemade items even better.

this man also makes chocolates on his spare time, so he is BOUND to bring you some even if you insist that you don’t want some, he’ll force feed you till you accept his offer.

he also likes giving his hoodie to you too???

like this man likes seeing you in your comfortable state because you look so cute and cozy.

he likes holding deep conversations with you.

whether it be about your future plans/goals or what your next meal may be.

he just wants to be a big part of your life so that you know you can depend on him whenever you need him with you.

also let’s all be honest. tendou would never judge you. he accepts all kinds.

after the stigma and trauma he’s received for being called a monster, he hates when people judge others off of their appearance.

so do not worry- dear reader,

you are loved.

thank you for reading, if you have more requests, please do submit them in my inbox :)

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makeste · 5 years

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BnHA Chapter 216: You’re a Good Man, Shinsou Hitoshi

Previously on BnHA: Deku calmed his emotions and activated Blackwhip a second time, this time On Purpose, and for a moment it looked like he was going to completely curb stomp poor Shinsou. But then he crumpled in pain and the quirk vanished, and he realized he wasn’t physically strong enough to use that quirk just yet. So instead he chased after Shinsou using good ol’ full cowl. Meanwhile Ochako captured Monoma, who taunted her about having one last ace up his sleeve. This turned out to be a Twin Impact shot he’d been saving to hit Deku with, and it worked pretty nicely, but unfortunately our boy Shinsou didn’t have enough experience yet to take full advantage of the resulting opening. Meanwhile Ochako went to bail out Mina and Mineta and took out not one but two more opponents singlehandedly like the fucking ninja she is. Mina took out the third with a raging uppercut, leaving Deku to wrangle Shinsou, thus securing 1-A’s total victory. Now all that remains to be seen is what kind of excuse Deku will come up with for his sudden new quirk, and whether or not Shinsou will be accepted into the hero course. We’re all rooting for you, kid.

Today on BnHA: The 5th set wraps up with a 4-0 victory for Team A, which also gives class A the overall victory over class B, having won 3 of the 5 matches. As 1-A celebrates, Shinsou broods. He was able to piece together that the exercise was a test for his potential transfer, but he feels like he didn’t accomplish enough. The teachers gather the two teams for the post-game analysis and are all “what the fuck, Midoriya.” Deku is all “I don’t know either,” and for some reason everyone just buys that and moves on with their lives. Deku credits Ochako and Shinsou with helping to save him, but Shinsou says he just did it to stop his team from losing. Aizawa chokes some sense into him and says that just because he’s not a perfect 100% self-sacrificing martyr all the time doesn’t mean he’s not worthy of being a hero. Everyone else chimes in and says that Shinsou did really good, and Vlad says that although they still need to make it official, it’s more than likely that Shinsou will be joining the hero course next year. Having settled all that, Aizawa asks Monoma if he can do him a favor and come with him to see Eri the next day.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my mostly-unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’m caught up with the manga now at chapter 225, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

so we’re opening with Shinsou’s perspective on those last few moments against Deku

wow

you’re telling me Izuku was spinning around over and over again in mid-air? he wasn’t just twisting the binding cloth around?? he himself was literally twirling at high speed? that’s what this panel was depicting?? the author of this series is drunk

ahhhhhh my poor exhausted lavender son

welcome to shounen manga, friend. we only go forwards not back

ahhhhh fff dammit Shinsou

YOU BETTER NOT START CRYING OR I’M GONNA LOSE IT

and now we’re belatedly getting the hero names of the four class B kids waaaaaay after the fact

Emily??

(ETA: Exorcism of Emily Rose?? that’s what Viz’s translator speculated, anyway. idk I don’t watch horror movies so I don’t know what else it could be.)

I like the name “Mines” for Shouda though! his quirk kinda is like a landmine I guess. also this poor kid has seen better days Mina what did you do to him

anyways so poor Vlad is being forced to announce class 1-A’s perfect 4-0 victory for the second time in a row

haha check out Mina’s kung fu pose

and Ochako’s peace sign. MVPs. I stan some motherfucking legends here I tell you what

oh lol it was Midnight that was doing the commentary since Vlad went with Aizawa and All Might

I’m glad the kids’ petitioning paid off

so in the end class 1-A once again proved themselves against the unfortunate class 1-B who had all of the cool quirks but none of the luck

Midnight’s making the official announcement and everyone is cheering!

poor class B

it’s not your fault, Manga. at least your team actually won, mainly thanks to you

ahhhh we’re cutting back to Shinsou and his face is hidden and he’s tugging at his scarf and hesitantly addressing Vlad and Aizawa

SHINSOU STOP IT

SOMEONE GIVE HIM A HUG!! AND STOP LEAVING HIM IN SUSPENSE!!!

he says this was also supposed to be his transfer exam. so he knew??

lol Vlad is asking Aizawa if he told him, but Shinsou says he basically just put two and two together even though he wasn’t 100% sure

“not to mention, I was the only one who participated in two matches” yeah that was certainly a big clue

lmao Vlad looks so impressed

just how low are your standards dude

and now Aizawa is changing the topic and says it’s time for the teachers’ critiques! OH BOY THIS OUGHTA BE GOOD

Deku’s critique basically should just consist of “what the actual fuck Midoriya”

and like I said in the previous recap, Shinsou should get credit for his performance in the first battle as well as his save in this battle which showed he has the true spirit of a hero!

LOOOOOOOOOOOL

I WANT TO SHAKE HORIKOSHI’S GODDAMN HAND

so Aizawa’s asking what the principle is behind Deku’s new move since it’s so radically different from his established “super strength” quirk

and Deku’s just standing there nervously

Tokoyami and Kuroiro are bonding over their mutual admiration of how goth the new quirk is

hmmmm how you wanna play this Deku

so basically just be all “fuck if I know, this quirk only manifested for the first time eight months ago and it keeps surprising me with weird new shit. petition to rename it ‘mystery quirk’”

sidestepping the question like a pro there Deku

so he says his power suddenly started overflowing and he couldn’t suppress it and it scared him, but that thanks to Shinsou and Ochako’s help it turned out all right

he says that if Shinsou hadn’t knocked him out he’s not sure what would have happened

and he’s turning to Shinsou now and explaining that he wasn’t bluffing earlier, and he’s thanking him

what the fuck Shinsou

were you?? fooled me then

YESSSSSSSS GIVE OCHAKO HER PROPS

SHE WAS A FUCKING BADASS. NOW TALK ABOUT THE PART WHERE SHE’S RESPONSIBLE FOR CAPTURING 3 OF THE 5 ENEMY TEAM MEMBERS

noooo goddammit Mina not now!!

MINA ARE YOU JEALOUS NO ONE HAS GIVEN YOU CREDIT YET. WE WERE GETTING TO THAT, BE PATIENT

oh sheesh lmao

and now she’s nervously twiddling her fingers and smiling hesitantly and saying she’d rather do that than not do anything and regret it later

oh my gosh

SO PROUD OF MY LITTLE BABY GIRL. YES!!

and holy shit but I want to take that picture of him smiling almost imperceptibly and fucking frame it

look at Ochako managing to completely deflect the attention away from Deku somehow. not only was she the MVP of the battle, but she just keeps saving his ass even afterward

holy shit

DEKU’S FACE ALSO BEING BEET RED THOUGH. HE MUST LOOK LIKE A GODDAMN RADISH

anyway, so Shinsou says he just did what Ochako asked him to do

yeah, but you did it despite them being on the opposing team though!

exactly. you knew it was the right course of action and you didn’t hesitate

SHINSOU STOP MAKING THESE SAD FACES!!!

FOR FUCK’S SAKE I CAN’T TAKE THIS??

AIZAWA OH MY GOD YES

PLEASE REASSURE YOUR DEPRESSED PURPLE SON AND TELL HIM THAT HE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG AND HE’S A GOOD HERO

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holy --

lmao at Kaminari immediately breaking into a chant. methinks the mangaka is too self-aware

and well then, since Best Dad Aizawa Shouta has officially entered the ranks of parents who occasionally discipline their children via shocking comedic violence (consider also: All Might decking Deku at the beach a mere chapter before Mitsuki’s infamous introduction), maybe we can finally put that debate to rest. I think it’s pretty clear when Horikoshi is intentionally portraying abuse and when he’s just being over the top because this is a fictional story in a fictional world where not three pages ago there was a character with a literal comic book for a head

oh snap Aizawa

in other words, it’s okay to be a little selfish. sometimes selfish is even needed. because he’s absolutely right, if you don’t take care of yourself as well you’ll fuck yourself over before long and then you won’t be able to save anyone

and also, at the end of the day, if you save everyone successfully and complete the mission, does it really make sense to stand around and argue whether or not your intentions were pure enough?

anyways needless to say I’m really digging this “nobody’s perfect” speech right here you guys

(ETA: oh hey it’s Aizawa’s Mysterious Cloudy Friend, Shirakumo! probably. hey Shirakumo. what’s your fucking deal goddammit)

this is basically Aizawa’s version of All Might’s speech from chapter 120. I always love when the series metas about what it means to be a hero and what separates the great ones from everyone else. and we saw firsthand in Bakugou’s match just a few chapters ago the difference it makes when a hero is focused on both winning and rescuing

now Deku is complimenting Shinsou on all of his strategic moves like dropping those pipes down on him and trying to lead him back to where everyone else was to regain his advantage

oh my god you guys Deku is so passionate and generous with his praise, this is exactly the kind of thing Shinsou needed to hear though

kinda getting that “a true hero doesn’t just save people, they save people’s hearts” vibe thing here on top of everything else

oh my god Deku

what the fuck are you talking about, if anything you lean into this too much and you need to relax a little and take some of Aizawa’s advice to heart

ahhhhhhhhHHHHHH

YESSSSSSSSSSS THIS IS WHAT I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR. YOU DID IT SHINSOU I’M SO PROUD OF YOU

oh my god. the one hand clutching his scarf and the other one in a clenched fist. and that face. oh shit here come the feels

and I desperately need to know if this means next year as in January/next term, or next year as in when they move on to year 2

(ETA: Viz’s translation indicates it’ll happen in their second year of school.)

OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE

GODDAMMIT HORIKOSHI I WAS SO LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS CHAPTER TO FIND OUT, AND THEN YOU GO AND PULL THIS SHIT. UNBELIEVABLE

(ETA: I love that both classes so clearly want him though. again, they’ve all collectively adopted him and I love it

also, class 1-A still has a traitor in their midst, so depending on when and how that all goes down, they may just end up having a vacancy, just saying...)

oh my god

Mina this is why I want you to run for President. and Aizawa, she absolutely is right and he should be punished

loooool Monoma is trying!

hang in there buddy

so getting back to that, I’m guessing what happened there was that he did take One for All the quirk, but not any of the stockpiled power within Izuku? because to get that it has to be willed to you by the previous owner. so basically he was trying to activate it, and it probably was working, but his version of the quirk was at OFA Prime levels. basically starting from scratch with no additional power stored up other than his own. and we all agree this is actually very fortunate for him and he’d be getting carted off to Recovery Girl right now if things had gone differently

does that not bother him, by the way? like, Ochako just figured he was “bluffing”, but Monoma knows he was actually trying to activate the quirk and nothing was happening. I wonder what he made of that. it seems like maybe he’s too caught up in the loss to class A to really think much on it just yet

(ETA: so apparently he knows enough about how his quirk works to have already figured this out, lol.)

whoa oh shit and I just read the last three panels and a ton of interesting stuff happened so quickly lol

okay let’s break this down and then we’ll end the recap

(1) Deku is so fucking pure. middle of a battle and being attacked, and his only concern is that the quirk is gonna be too much for Monoma and badly injure him

(ETA: and can I just say, the other students could have used a little more of that concern though. the teachers too for that matter.)

(2) so I take this to mean Horikoshi is going to explain what happened, but for now I’m assuming my speculation is more or less near the mark. he definitely did take OFA because you could see the telltale red flashing pulsing shit happening with his skin. so it has nothing to do with Deku originally being quirkless; it’s the way that OFA as a quirk works

(3) Deku is super fucking lucky that no one started questioning what happened with his quirk again, what with Monoma bringing the subject back up

and lastly, (4) OH SHIT. is he gonna have Monoma copy Eri’s quirk to see if he can control it? lol we only just established how lucky he is to be alive after taking Deku’s quirk. what are you trying to do to this poor kid

though I am glad to see Aizawa being a logical dad who cares about his baby girl and is constantly thinking of ways in which to possibly help her out. ah well, hope nothing goes wrong there

and that’s it! on to the next chapter to hopefully see Bakugou and All Might grill Deku about WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED lol

#bnha #boku no hero academia #shinsou hitoshi #aizawa shouta #midoriya izuku #uraraka ochako #monoma neito #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #rereading this chapter I want the deleted scene where aizawa gives mina her props also #and tears mineta a new one as requested #we're also missing a scene here where aizawa tries to question deku again in private #only for all might to swoop in and say he'll handle it #so at what point can we safely assume that aizawa officially knows something is up #he's gotten enough clues by now wouldn't you say #at the very least he knows weird stuff is going on with deku's quirk #and all might has taken a special interest in him #now that deku's manifested a second quirk though it ironically makes people less likely to make the connection between him and all might #but it *does* make them more likely to connect the dots between him and all for one though #anyways I hope we're not just dropping this because I would like to see aizawa get filled in eventually #weird stuff is happening with his problem child and he deserves to know goddammit

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jennycalendar · 5 years

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honesty’s the best policy

read it on ao3!

“You know that spell that Buffy and Giles got hit with last night, but there were no weird effects so we just brushed it off? They’re saying whatever comes into their heads.”

(set mid-s2, before surprise)

an old wip that i polished off tonight!! mostly i just used this as an excuse to write about buffy and giles, giles and jenny, and the oft-neglected relationship between giles and xander. read for scooby shenanigans, giles and jenny being ridiculous(ly in love), and heartfelt conversations.

“This is the worst,” said Buffy. “This is the worst. This is worse than that time I got that gluey demon blood all over the physics homework I spent two hours doing, and worse than the time I almost got eaten by a snake demon—Giles, do you know what I said to Angel, Giles, I said I wish you’d feel me up sometime and then I had to go run away—”

“Buffy, your incessant chattering is comforting in its normalcy but unhelpful when I am trying to read,” said Giles thinly. “Though it’s utterly pointless, reading, seeing as every bloody thing I think comes directly out of my mouth.”

“You guys are being so dramatic,” said Cordelia, rolling her eyes as she idly flipped through a heavy volume. “What’s so bad about saying exactly what you mean?”

“I told Angel I want him to feel me up,” said Buffy, and face-planted into the book with a loud, mournful groan.

“Yes, well, that’s much better than what I am sure will happen when I see Jenny,” said Giles. A truly frustrated look crossed his face. “God, I hate this,” he muttered.

“C’mon, Giles, no secret can be worse than that one time we found out you raised demons in college,” scoffed Xander. “Buffy’s the one who’s really suffering. If I told Angel about how I wanted to feel him up, I’d be pretty messed up too right now,” and then he turned bright red and hurried to busy himself with the book he was reading.

“Well, I’m glad it’s just you two who got hit by that weird demony thing,” said Cordelia matter-of-factly. “It’d totally suck to just never shut up about—uh—” and she turned bright red, scooting her chair almost unconsciously away from Xander’s.

“What happens if we never break this thing?” Buffy said into the book. Her mind was still running a mile a minute, only now her mouth wasn’t having any trouble keeping up. “What happens if we never break this thing and I end up telling Angel about that time I dreamed he and I were—”

“Buffy, that is not something a parent needs to hear!” said Giles very loudly.

The library went dead silent. Buffy’s mind went completely blank, for a second, as she looked slowly up at Giles. “That is not something a parent needs to hear,” she echoed, a little shaky, playing it back. Then she smiled.

“Oh, don’t—” said Giles helplessly. “I’m not your father,” he said. “I’m not. I won’t ever be. It isn’t possible.”

But the way he said it sounded more like rapid-fire justifications than something that he genuinely wanted to impart on her. Buffy knew Giles’s Lecture Voice, and Buffy knew Giles’s I-Don’t-Believe-This-But-Five-Hundred-Old-Guys-Before-Me-Did Voice, and this one fell very solidly in the latter category. It took her a moment to realize that she’d just said all this, and another moment to realize that Xander had looked at them both, pushed his chair violently back, and stormed out of the library.

Xander nearly bumped into Ms. Calendar. “Xander!” she said reprovingly, then, “Xander,” in a very different tone of voice, a softer one that she usually used only with Willow and sometimes with Giles when she thought no one was paying attention. Gripping his elbow, she steered him into her classroom. “Sit,” she said.

“It’s nothing,” said Xander roughly, sitting awkwardly in Ms. Calendar’s desk chair. “It’s whatever.”

“Did Rupert do something stupid?” said Ms. Calendar, mouth twitching upward. “He’s good at that.”

“He didn’t,” said Xander. “You know that spell that Buffy and Giles got hit with last night, but there were no weird effects so we just brushed it off?”

“I do,” said Ms. Calendar. “That’s what I was referring to. I spent three hours trying to convince him to research any side effects but he was so sure—” Off Xander’s look, she cleared her throat, looking a little embarrassed. “Um. Putting aside my professional frustrations—” this was pretty funny coming from someone who played professional tonsil hockey with Giles on the regular, but Xander let it slide, “—what exactly happened?”

“Giles and Buffy are saying whatever comes into their heads,” said Xander, “and they can’t stop it, and Giles thinks of Buffy as his kid.” He didn’t know why this made him so upset, just that it did. “So, see, he didn’t do anything stupid exactly. You know. Except for the whole not-researching-side-effects thing.”

Ms. Calendar sat down on the edge of her desk, looking at Xander with an uncomfortably assessing expression. He looked away. “Xander,” she said, “you know Rupert cares about you, don’t you?”

“Sure,” said Xander. “He loves it when I put my feet on the desk and get chocolate on the books and make too much noise while he’s reading. You know, he’s been under this spell for three to five hours, and that’s the only stuff he’s said to me? He said Willow’s a remarkable girl and he even said Cordelia was surprisingly tolerable, on occasion—”

Ms. Calendar’s eyes had narrowed and she was looking a little bit scary. “You know what?” she said. “Let’s go talk to Rupert.”

“Ms. Calendar, I don’t want—”

“No,” said Ms. Calendar. “He means something to you, and I know you mean something to him, and if you two weren’t busy being such men, you might actually get things done.” She pulled Xander back up from the chair, tugged him out of her classroom, and stepped into the library. “Rupert—”

“Oh, Jenny’s here, I love Jenny so much,” said Giles, and then looked horrified, but didn’t stop talking. “She does look extraordinarily pretty today, though that certainly isn’t out of the ordinary given that she always looks pretty, but of course her looks alone aren’t why I’ve spent this year falling madly in love with her, not when she’s so intelligent and compassionate and incisively witty—”

Ms. Calendar didn’t react in the way that Xander was sort of expecting, which was either to throw herself at Giles and start kissing him or start yelling at him for confronting her about his feelings in front of everyone. Ms. Calendar, who had gone ashen, turned and ran.

Giles was still talking, a truly panicked look in his eyes. “—and she’s really the only thing that occupies my mind when she’s in a room, I love her smile almost as much as I love making her smile and good god I cannot stop thinking about her now that I’ve started, would someone please knock me out and figure out how to fix this bloody spell before I ruin more of my important relationships, romantic or platonic—”

“Giles,” said Xander suddenly, “what do you think of me?”

“Xander, now really isn’t the time,” said Giles sharply.

Something about that cut, hard. Xander leaned against the checkout desk and stared up, tilting his head back; it was his old trick from when his dad would say something and it would make him want to cry. He wouldn’t, though. He never did.

Willow tracked down Ms. Calendar in the faculty room. Ms. Calendar had this habit of making coffee when she was stressed and then not drinking any of it, and by the time Willow had gotten there, Ms. Calendar had poured out seventeen cups and was just staring at them like she wasn’t quite sure how they’d accumulated. So that was probably bad. “Ms. Calendar?” said Willow hesitantly. “Is Xander okay?”

“What?” said Ms. Calendar, staring at the cups.

“Is Xander—what happened? You talked to him, right?”

“What?” said Ms. Calendar, and Willow noticed for the first time that she was clutching a book to her chest. A copy of A Room with a View, old but well-maintained, and her knuckles were white around the binding.

“O-kay,” said Willow. This seemed sort of like something that Giles should handle, but then Ms. Calendar had bolted the moment Giles had started talking gooey love nonsense, so maybe this one would have to be on Willow. “Um, Ms. Calendar, do you want to talk?”

“Willow, do you want coffee?” asked Ms. Calendar a little too loudly, and then turned and left the faculty room at a brisk, directionless pace. Willow watched her go, turned back to the seventeen cups of coffee, and started really hoping that someone would figure out a way to break the super-truth spell. Like, soon.

Giles had locked himself in his office, though his panicked soliloquy was still faintly audible, most of it pertaining to how he hadn’t wanted to upset Jenny and he loved Jenny and he wanted to kiss Jenny until she wasn’t scared anymore. Buffy, who reallydidn’t want to listen to Giles panic over Ms. Calendar (like, sheesh, she’d already seen him practicing pick-up lines on the chair), walked over to Xander. “Are you okay?” she asked.

“Fine,” said Xander to the ceiling.

“You know, I kinda wish you had that truth spell on you,” said Buffy, grinning wryly. “At least stuff would be a little more out in the open, then.”

Xander exhaled. Then he said, “Do you think Giles thinks I’m a waste of time?”

Buffy sort of wished he hadn’t asked something that she needed to do so much thinking for, because now all the words were spilling out of her head. “I don’t know what to tell him,” she said aloud, wincing a little. “I don’t want to tell him that sometimes Giles does seem a little too hard on him, but then again Giles is hard on me so I don’t really know—I mean, Giles loves all of us, right? I think he loves all of us. I hope he loves all of us. God, that’s stupid, hoping he loves all of us, it’s just my dad sucked and he keeps on forgetting about weekly calls and visits and I miss him so much but I don’t miss him as much when Giles says stuff like he wishes he was my dad, I mean, I know that’s not what he said—"

“Buffy?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks,” said Xander. He was smiling a little.

Buffy wasn’t entirely sure how she’d helped, but she apparently had helped, so that was good. “You’re my Xander-shaped friend,” she said. “Maybe Giles thinks you’re a waste of time, sometimes, but Giles thinks pretty much everyone is a waste of time sometimes. He thought Ms. Calendar was a waste of time, remember? Look how that turned out.”

Xander shuddered. “Uh, not really looking to lock lips with Giles anytime soon, but—”

“God, is sex all you think about?” Buffy whacked his shoulder, gentle for a Slayer but edging on painful for Xander. At his wince, she winced too. “Sorry. Just—he cares about her, Xander. And I’d bet a whole bunch of money on him caring about you.”

“Might take you up on that,” said Xander quietly.

Giles stepped out of his office, still talking rapid-fire about Ms. Calendar. One of his hands was clamped over his own mouth. Feeling a mixture of sympathy and exasperation, Buffy said, “Giles, Xander thinks you don’t care about him,” then cringed.

“Why would you tell him that?” Xander demanded.

“Um, it’s not like I can choose what to tell anyone right now!” Buffy shot back. “And besides which—”

“Xander, don’t be ridiculous, of course I care about you,” said Giles, lowering his hand from his mouth. He still looked a little annoyed, but his expression was softening as he took a second look at Xander. “Do you really think I don’t?”

“You don’t bring it up all that much,” said Xander awkwardly. “And it’s not like I’m all that useful, most of the time.”

“Xander, you’re a seventeen-year-old boy,” said Giles. “Not being useful is practically part of the job description at your age.” He winced. “That came out wrong. What I’m trying to say is—”

But something in Xander’s face had relaxed. “I get it, man,” he said, grinning. “Don’t twist yourself into knots trying to find the right words.”

Jenny was very maturely hiding under her desk, Rupert’s book clutched to her chest and a terrible, clawing feeling overwhelming her. As long as this wasn’t a serious thing, as long as they weren’t in love, she didn’t have to tell him about Angel. And she knew, logically, that she hadn’t done anything wrong, but Rupert wasn’t going to see it that way. Angel was Buffy’s boyfriend, and Jenny was from the family that wanted him to suffer, and what if Rupert thought she was trying to get to Angel through Buffy? What if Rupert thought she was the kind of person who would lie and manipulate him and his kids for the sake of vengeance? She hadn’t known he was a Watcher; she’d known nothing about Buffy. All she’d known was that she had never been looked at like she was precious, and that Rupert’s gentle touches made her chest ache with longing.

It was love, what she felt for him. And that scared her. Because the moment he found her, she was going to have to tell him, and then she was going to run the risk of losing the first person she had ever really loved.

There was a knock on her door. “Jenny?” Rupert called, and Jenny heard the door open, followed by the sound of Rupert stepping inside. He shut the door behind him. “Of course you’re not in here,” he mumbled, a tired, bitter laugh in his voice. “Thank heavens. I don’t think I could handle embarrassing myself like that again.”

Jenny’s stomach twisted. She hadn’t considered that his thought might have been just that—a thought. She thought ridiculous, inappropriate things sometimes, things that weren’t technically all that true, and—

“I do love her,” said Rupert, his voice softening. “That’s a bit easier to say to an empty classroom, whether or not I can control it. I love her so much. She’s clever, and kind, and a rather incredible teacher, and she stubbornly refuses to be cowed by authority. I love her and I respect her, which is an unusual feeling.”

Jenny was holding her breath, because she knew she might cry if she let herself breathe.

“I hate the thought that I’ve upset her,” said Rupert. “I wanted to tell her on, on Valentine’s Day. I could have played it off as a joke if she looked nervous. She’s never struck me as the sort to appreciate long-term commitment, a-and I’ve never really minded that, but I worry I’ve overstepped my boundaries with such a declaration.” The desk shifted, and Jenny realized with horror that Rupert was now sitting on the desk, his legs inches away from where she sat. “I think—when I see her—I shall tell her that my love is in no way something she should feel a need to reciprocate,” and oh, Jenny could hear the tired sadness in his voice, “and that however she wishes our relationship to continue will—”

“I love you too,” blurted out Jenny from under the desk, saying it in the same, desperate moment that she thought it.

Rupert jumped, and fell ungracefully off the desk, landing in a sprawling heap in front of Jenny. “Jenny!” he gasped, now blushing furiously. “What—”

“I love you too,” said Jenny again, unsteadily, and reached a hand out to him. “And I think I have something to tell you.”

Giles and Ms. Calendar came back into the library, both of them looking kind of exhausted. But they were holding hands, which Buffy noted with relief and then (mortifyingly) aloud. “You’re holding hands!” she observed, then made a face. “Ugh. God. I will die of embarrassment if I admit you two are a ridiculously cute couple.” At that, she buried her face in Willow’s shoulder and said, loudly, “FIX THIS, GILES.”

“Actually, the fix is rather simple,” said Giles. “I really should have listened to Jenny.”

“Oh, really?” said Ms. Calendar, and kissed him.

Buffy should not have been able to tell that Ms. Calendar was kissing Giles from the noises alone. Raising her head to inform them this, she was caught off guard: Ms. Calendar was pulling back, and Giles was looking at her, and they were both glowing. “Uh, guys?” she said.

“I love you,” said Giles.

“I love you too,” said Ms. Calendar.

“Did you miss the part where we need this fixed?” said Buffy very loudly.

Giles blinked, sort of shook himself, and turned apologetically to Buffy. Ms. Calendar was grinning. “There’s a counter-spell I found online,” she said. “I’ll go print it out.” Patting Giles’s shoulder, she hurried out of the library.

Giles turned to Buffy. “Buffy, Jenny informed me of something she wishes to pass on to you,” he began.

“So let her do that,” said Buffy hastily before he could keep going.

“Right,” said Giles, looking relieved. “Yes. Um.”

“Can we talk about the parent thing?” said Buffy shyly. Which was something she never would have done if not for the stupid spell, but as she began to blush, her mouth kept going. “You know I don’t have a great dad, right? I mean, obviously you know, you met him that one time and only that one time ‘cause he hasn’t been coming by anymore, and you’re always here, and I guess what I’m saying is I think you’d make a way better dad than my dad, especially since you’re basically everyone’s dad at this point even if none of us talk about it at all—”

Giles very firmly put a hand over Buffy’s mouth. He opened his own mouth, very clearly about to give Buffy some really painful Watcher speech about how Slayers couldn’t have Watcher dads, but then stopped, a half-frustrated look on his face as he studied her. “I do love you very much,” he said quietly, and in a way that suggested he might have said it whether or not the spell was making him.

“Mmf,” said Buffy pointedly.

Sheepishly, Giles removed his hand.

“You’re not very subtle about it,” said Buffy, and grinned up at him. “You helped me study for the PSATS, remember? Merrick said I should focus on vampire-killing and not my college applications, especially since most Slayers don’t make it past eighteen.”

“Well, this Slayer will,” said Giles, “if I have anything to say about it.” And then he sort of awkwardly patted Buffy’s shoulder, which somehow felt just as big and important as it might have if he’d swept her up into a big hug.

Buffy smiled, leaning into his hand, and then—screw it. Looping her arms around Giles’s neck, she pulled him down into a big hug, completely ignoring how totally bad he was at hugging her back. “You’re gonna have to get used to the hugging, Dad,” she informed him.

“I am never going to live this down,” said Giles, but it was in the same voice he used when Ms. Calendar made a really good point in an argument—kind of reluctantly proud, even if he was also a little annoyed. So that was cool.

“Do we get hugs too?” Willow asked hopefully.

“Fine,” said Giles, who was clearly trying to pretend to be a Repressed British Librarian while still hugging Buffy back. He sort of opened one arm, said, “You too, Xander,” and then made the face he’d been making every time the spell made him say something he’d only meant to think.

Xander blinked, then gave Giles a soft, wide smile, following Willow almost shyly over to join the Scooby cluster.

“Oh, wow, I am seriously regretting tossing that old digital camera,” said Ms. Calendar as she entered the room. “This is the kind of thing that would make excellent gossip material at faculty meetings.”

“Better gossip than that one time you dragged me out of the classroom to shag me in a broom closet?” said Giles, and then clapped both hands over his mouth, turning bright red.

Buffy, Willow, and Xander all leaped back.

“GILES!” shrieked Willow, horrified.

“I think my brain is broken,” said Xander weakly.

“Ms. Calendar, fix this now,” said Buffy. “I am not hearing more about that broom closet.”

“Yep,” said Ms. Calendar, blushing a little bit herself, and hurried to set up the spell.

Jenny’s fears of his leaving her were not only unfounded, they were ridiculous, and Giles made sure to emphasize this fact to her through excessive affection. Though her omissions had initially thrown him for a loop, he loved her, and he knew she would never have lied about loving him. He had been delighted to learn more about vengeance curses and their effects on vampires, sending an extensive list of questions to her uncle regarding Angelus and the ritual that had ensouled him. And that had brought up some extremely unnerving news about Angel—news that had absolutely everyone infuriated, Jenny included.

“I can’t believe he didn’t tell me Angel could lose his soul,” she was complaining, filing books with a particular vengeance (though all perfectly in order). “Like, what did he think was going to happen?”

“To be fair,” said Giles, “you didn’t mention Buffy.”

“Also, you kind of suck at the whole vengeance thing,” said Buffy. “Which is definitely a compliment.” She hesitated, then said, “But Angel can still feel me up, right?”

“Does it make him happy?” said Jenny, continuing to file.

A goofy grin spread across Buffy’s face. “Yeah,” she said.

“Can you two not have this conversation while I’m here?” said Giles with some exasperation.

“So is there a way to magically protect him from losing his soul if things go past a little friendly groping?” Buffy asked Jenny hopefully. “Not that things necessarily will, but it’s nice to have that as an option—”

Giles started knocking over books in an attempt to drown them out.

“Ooh, careful, that one looks antique-y,” said Jenny, and Giles visibly saw her mouth twitch. “Buffy, do I need to give you the safe sex talk?”

“Yes,” said Buffy emphatically, giving Giles a sidelong look. “Please. In detail.”

“You two are deliberately attempting to ruffle me,” Giles realized aloud.

“Your fault for sitting in on a private conversation,” said Jenny.

“This is a school library—”

“So shh!” said Buffy, and started giggling when Jenny high-fived her.

And a thought came to Giles, leaving him almost without his permission. But it was different than a spell, because it was something that he wanted to say. “I think I’m very lucky to have met you both,” he said, and gave them a small, shy grin. “I think it’s made my life a richer one.”

Jenny smiled—the new, openly tender smile she had begun to give him, now that they were in love—and said, “Ditto, honey,” then turned back to filing books. Buffy smiled too—the tentatively happy smile that Giles was only now getting used to seeing—and hopped off the table to unceremoniously tug him into a hug.

#fic #calendiles #buffy and giles #also some background buffy/angel #anyway!!! i had so much fun writing this

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The Jester Fathers the Fool (Chapter 1: Waiting on Death Row)

Summary:

Akira Kurusu has always been sure about his home life, even if it wasn't the best.

But after meeting the Inaba T.V. Killer, he's no longer sure.

And... also he's the leader of the Phantom Thieves.

Updates Every Two Weeks (hopefully)

Chapter Summary:

The Phantom Thieves have stolen Kamoshida's heart.

Now all they can do is wait.

You can read it on AO3 here.

4/29, Friday:

Akira awoke slowly, blearily staring at his phone as it went off with several notifications at a time.

Akira grabbed the phone, squinting at the light. Surprisingly, the group chat was quiet, the real culprit being Ryuji Sakamoto.

ryuji: hey dude, wake upp

ryuji: wake up

ryuji: its bad that im up before you

ryuji: so you need to wake up

ryuji: dude

akira: i’m up.

akira: what’s up?

ryuji: do you want to hang out today?

akira: …

akira: no big emergency or anything?

ryuji: no

akira: let me have some breakfast first.

ryuji: ok dude, meet me at the arcade when ready

“Jeez,” Morgana sighed, glaring at the screen. “He really isn’t patient, is he?”

“Seems not,” Akira agreed, slowly getting out of bed. “But at least there’s something to do today, right?”

“I’d rather sleep,” Morgana said, stretching. “But that idiot really had to ruin that, huh?”

“No one’s saying you can’t,” Akira said, beginning to get dressed for the day.

After getting dressed in his casual wear, Akira and Morgana went downstairs. Waiting for Akira was some curry and Sojiro.

“Have you been here long?” Akira asked, sitting down for breakfast.

“No,” Sojiro said, turning on the T.V.. “But hurry up, I’m going to open soon.”

Akira nodded, and began to eat the curry. Despite how Sojiro had originally seemed, he had done a lot for Akira.

A lot more than other people had, anyway.

“Sheesh kid, you don’t have to eat that fast,” Sojiro said, eyes widening just the slightest bit. “It’s not going to go away.”

Akira smiled sheepishly at his guardian and shrugged. “An old habit I guess.”

Sojiro frowned but said nothing more, for once Akira could say with certainty that Sojiro’s sour mood was no fault of his own.

It didn’t make him feel any better though.

After breakfast, Sojiro hadn’t said anything more, leaving Akira free to find Ryuji in the arcade.

It was easy to do. The arcade lacked people, and even if it was packed, Ryuji’s bright hair would sell him out quite easily.

“Hey dude,” Ryuji greeted, smiling. “You ready to train?”

“I get a choice?” Akira asked.

“Nope!” Ryuji said. “But it’s always good to ask.”

Akira shook his head, smiling despite the torture he was about to put his body through. “Alright, lead the way.”

Once the two had changed into their gym gear and arrived at Ryuji’s training spot, the torture had begun.

Despite how little Akira had actually trained with Ryuji, he found that running came a bit easier.

In no time I’ll be the next track star, Akira jokingly thought to himself.

After a few more laps, the two made it back to the training spot. Akira sat on the ground, massaging his already sore legs.

It’s a good thing I don’t do more physical things, Akira thought. I’d be totally beat.

“You good, dude?” Ryuji asked, still panting.

“I’m fine,” Akira said. “How about you?”

Before Ryuji could respond, three people came into the area. Not unlike Ryuji and Akira, they were also wearing their gym uniforms.

But Akira figured that they had come not to train, but instead to fight if their expressions were anything to go by.

“Ah, if it isn’t the track traitor,” the boy in the middle began. “Come to crawl your way back to the track team, Sakamoto?”

“Of course not!” Ryuji responded, immediately angry.

This… wasn’t going to go well.

“Guys,” Akira interrupted. “Maybe we shouldn’t fight here?”

“You’re right,” the middle boy said. “We only came here for one reason, to claim this spot as our own.”

“Yeah,” one of the boys behind him said. “We’ll be training here from now on.”

“It’s not like there’s anywhere else to go,” the other boy said. “Because of Sakamoto we don’t even have a locker room anymore.”

Akira frowned. If this continued, he was sure it wasn’t going to be pretty. But Akira was outside of his element. How was he going to defuse a situation he had little knowledge of?

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” Akira began. “But… you were all being treated unfairly by Kamoshida, right?”

“Why do you all only blame Ryuji now?”

“Of course the delinquent wouldn’t understand,” the middle boy said harshly. “We were all able to tolerate it because we wanted a team.”

“I suppose Sakamoto just didn’t care enough,” the boy continued. “But of course, you’d get along with him, wouldn’t you?”

“Afterall you both solve things with violence, right?”

Yeah, I just get the feeling I made this worse.

“Takeishi, leave him out of this!” Ryuji hissed, glaring at the middle boy. “It’s not Akira’s fault that I got angry at Kamoshida!”

“And besides, he isn’t anything like that!”

“Oh really?” the middle boy, now known as Takeishi asked. “And how would you know that? You’ve heard about what he’s done.”

“It’s all bullshit!” Ryuji said. “Akira didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Ryuji it’s fine,” Akira interjected, standing up slowly. “We don’t need to fight over this.”

Ryuji continued to glare at Takeishi, but luckily it seemed that was all he wanted to do.

“Takeishi,” one of the boys behind him began. “Maybe we should just leave, we’ve already claimed this spot for us.”

“Yeah,” the other boy agreed. “There’s no reason for us to stay any longer.”

Takeishi looked disgruntled and annoyed, as if he had wanted to pick a fight. “You’re right.”

“No need for us to stay with this couple anyways,” Takeishi finished, turning away quickly. “You’re free to finish your date.”

Once the group was gone, Akira relaxed. The track team seemed to have odd priorities on who to resent for the disbandment of the team.

Akira would wager that even after Kamoshida’s heart changed the effect he had would probably last forever.

“God damnit!” Ryuji yelled, snapping Akira out of his thoughts. “It isn’t effin’ fair that they brought you into it.”

“It’s fine, Ryuji,” Akira said. “I involved myself in it and even if I didn’t it wouldn’t be fair for them to just blame you alone.”

“Still, bringing it up is just so effin’ stupid!” Ryuji complained. “And I was so close to punching Takeishi too…!”

“Maybe I am no different than Kamoshida,” Ryuji said, finishing his tangent.

“That’s not true,” Akira said. “Kamoshida couldn’t control his anger, you can. That's proof you’ve changed, isn’t it?”

“I guess,” Ryuji said. “It sure as hell doesn’t feel like it though.”

“Change rarely does,” Akira frowned. “And it’s not as if you’ve had a drastic change like a change of heart.”

“You really think so?” Ryuji asked.

“I mean, from how they make you out, you’ve changed for sure,” Akira said. “But people tend to be dramatic in this school, so I can’t be exactly sure…”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” Ryuji said. “But wait, did he forreal just imply that we were dating?!”

“Would that be so bad?” Akira asked. “Dating me, I mean.”

“C’mon dude, don’t joke around like that!” Ryuji yelled.

“I’m being serious,” Akira said blankly. “Should I be insulted?”

“H-huh…?! It’s not like that!”

After a bit more teasing, Akira went back to Leblanc. Before Akira could go back in, he was met with his phone ringing.

“Hey lover,” Akira said, smirking. “Did you miss me that much?”

“Dude, shut up about that!” Ryuji yelled. “But I mean I guess it ties into what I called you about.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Akira asked.

“I mean, I’ve got serious anger issues, dude,” Ryuji explained. “Like I said before, I was so damn close to just punching that smug look off of Takeishi.”

“You can’t be expected to act calmly every single time something happens Ryuji,” Akira said. “Those guys were looking for a fight.”

“But luckily your handsome boyfriend was there to save the day, right?” Akira added.

“Ugh, are you even taking this seriously?!”

“I am,” Akira said. “But, for what it’s worth, I think you handled it well.”

“Really, dude?” Ryuji asked. “Because sometimes it feels like I don’t know what I’m effin’ doing.”

“Yeah,” Akira said. “And if it makes you feel better I never know what I’m doing, so I think it’s normal for us to just wing it.”

“Thanks, I think,” Ryuji said. “But man, I should probably let you go, huh?”

“I don’t need you getting in trouble for staying out too late,” Ryuji said. “I’ve already got you into trouble already.”

“Ryuji it’s fine,” Akira said. “But yeah, I should probably get in.”

“Talk to you later then?”

“Yeah,” Akira said, ending the call.

Akira walked into Leblanc, finally feeling the ache in his legs.

“Ah, you’re back,” Sojiro said. “I see you also left your cat here today.”

Akira nodded, “he wanted to sleep so I didn’t really want to bring him with me.”

“You say that as if you can speak to him,” Sojiro said. “That isn’t an odd quirk of yours, is it?”

“They called me a real ‘cat whisperer’ back home,” Akira joked.

“I see,” Sojiro said blankly.

That joke didn’t land, huh? Akira thought. Can’t win ‘em all… or any today it seems.

“But it’s a good thing Morgana kept you company, right?” Akira said. “I don’t think he’d be interested in what I was doing.”

“You still just can’t leave me here!” Morgana cried from the counter. “We’re teammates, remember?!”

“I don’t think your cat agrees with you,” Sojiro said, smiling slightly.

“You fell asleep Morgana, I wasn’t about to get scratched waking you up,” Akira said. “Cats usually don’t like being forced awake.”

“I am not a cat!” Morgana yelled.

“You keep telling yourself that, Morgana.”

“You aren’t going to spend the whole night arguing with your cat… are you?” Sojiro asked. “I didn’t think you were that starved for friendship.”

“I’m not sure what I can do,” Akira admits

“You can always study,” Sojiro suggested in a firm tone. “Your whole reputation depends on your academic abilities.”

“I get the feeling that wasn’t a suggestion,” Akira said. “But you’re right, I should probably be studying anyway.”

Sojiro nodded, “shocked you agreed so easily.”

Akira swallowed down the offense he took. He was a delinquent afterall.

After bringing a textbook over and sitting down at a booth, Akira began to get absorbed in the material.

He felt a new understanding of his schoolwork, which Morgana apparently saw as well.

“You’re really getting the hang of this, huh?” Morgana asked.

Akira nodded, still staring at the textbook.

Faintly, Akira could hear the newscaster on the T.V.. Tonight’s special seemed to be a study on the Inaba T.V. Murderer.

“Straight from home, huh…” Akira muttered, staring at the T.V. for a moment.

“Does that case mean anything to you?” Sojiro asked, noticing Akira’s change in attention.

“I don’t know,” Akira admitted. “It’s probably just because I’m from Inaba…”

“You’re from Inaba?” Morgana asked.

“You know what Inaba is?” Akira said as he shook his head and closed his textbook.

“Of course I know what Inaba is!” Morgana said. “It’s a town, right?”

“If you knew you wouldn’t be asking.”

“I’ll just close up now,” Sojiro said awkwardly. “Don’t stay up too late.”

4/30, Saturday:

After Akira’s argument with Morgana, he went to sleep for another uneventful day. His messages were thankfully blank and he had finished breakfast with no sort of interruptions.

Akira was sure that the day would be peaceful, if the matter of expulsion hadn't hung so heavily in the air.

He had tried to ignore his fear, but once he had made it onto the subway to find a seat, he found that his anxiety had risen with full force.

“Morgana,” Akira began hesitantly. “Do you think the change of heart really worked?”

“Huh?” Morgana asked, muffled from his bag. “Who are you, Ryuji?”

“I’m serious, Morgana,” Akira said.

“Everything should be fine, Akira,” Morgana said. “The shadow and palace disappeared, which represents the change in desire…”

“I think,” Morgana finished quickly.

“You don’t sound too sure,” Akira said, opening up his texts. “But I’ll tell the others you said everything will go well.”

“Good,” Morgana said. “I’m tired of repeating myself.”

akira: good news, if this doesn’t work we can blame morgana for being expelled.

ryuji: huh?

ryuji: did he say something

ann: yeah, what happened?

akira: i asked morgana about the change of heart.

akira: he said since the shadow and palace disappeared we should be fine.

ryuji: that doesn’t mean anything, man

ryuji: that cat can’t remember anything

ann: i mean, he does know his name and things about the palaces

ann: maybe whatever he was cursed with just made him forget?

akira: i think we can trust his judgement.

akira: he knows more than we do.

ryuji: but he’s an effin’ cat

akira: apparently not.

ann: for all we know he could be a model

Akira looked away from his phone as the announcer’s voice cut played through the car. He still wasn’t sure entirely about the change of heart, but he’d have to believe in Morgana. They’d done everything they could.

So for the sake of the Phantom Thieves and himself, Akira would put on a calm front.

It couldn’t be that hard, Akira reasoned with himself. At least he hoped so.

And with that hope Akira went through the day, paying attention to the best of his ability. It wasn’t exactly his fault that the classes weren’t so interesting.

But as soon as Akira got a notification, a means of distraction, he went for it. He had figured he’d done enough for the day.

ann: hey akira, after school is over do you wanna hang out?

akira: yeah sure.

akira: unrelated but have you been paying attention to class.

ann: no

akira: okay me too.

akira: but yeah where are we hanging out?

ann: you know the family diner in shibuya?

akira: i think, yeah.

ann: there i guess?

ann: i’m kinda hungry and they’ve got good desserts ann: and don’t worry, i’ll lead you there!!

akira: alright, thanks ann.

After school had finally ended, Akira followed Ann to the diner. Although he wasn’t really hungry himself, he figured that it would be nice to just hang out with Ann.

Once they had both ordered, Ann had begun with a somewhat troubled look on her face. “Y’know,” Ann said, twirling her hair. “When Shiho wakes up she’s not going to have an easy time.”

“Everyone’s going to know her from…” Ann said, trailing off for a second. “From that.”

“That’s true,” Akira agreed. “But I think she’s strong enough to deal with that.”

“Especially with Kamoshida gone,” Akira said. “And with a friend like you supporting her.”

“You say that like it’s so certain that we’ve changed Kamoshida’s heart,” Ann sighed. “We can’t be sure until the day, can we?”

“Hey!” Morgana yelled, muffled through the bag. “Are you really doubting me, Lady Ann?”

“Be quiet Morgana. We don’t need to be kicked out before we receive our food.” Akira said, looking at his bag for a moment.

“But,” Akira continued. “Morgana's right, no use in us second guessing ourselves. It’s for the best we believe it worked than to live in fear.”

“We’ve done all we can,” Akira finished. “Now all we can do is wait and hope for the best.”

“I guess that’s true,” Ann said. “I just hate feeling so powerless…”

“You weren’t powerless when we were fighting Kamoshida,” Akira countered. “You’re pretty strong, Ann.”

“You really think so?” Ann asked. “Because these days I just can’t be sure.”

“I let myself be used by Kamoshida just for Shiho’s position,” Ann said, shaking her head. “But I was such a damn idiot, there was no way he would’ve gotten rid of her position.”

“You were just doing what you thought was best, Ann,” Akira said. “There was no way you could’ve known his real intentions.”

“Akira’s right, y’know,” Morgana chimed in. “There was no real reason to doubt Kamoshida because of his reputation.”

“The fact that you two really believe that…” Ann said. “I’m kind of jealous.”

“Jealous?” Akira repeated.

“L-lady Ann…?”

“You guys can just believe in what’s right so easily,” Ann said. “You have the strength to fight for what you believe in, it just doesn’t seem fair!”

“You have that strength too,” Akira said. “You unlocked your persona to get justice for yourself and Shiho, right?”

“I mean, yeah…” Ann said. “But it just seems different.”

“I’d even say you’re stronger,” Akira continued. “You were willing to go along with Kamoshida’s abuse as long as Shiho was happy.”

“A normal person just couldn’t do that.”

“Yeah,” Ann agreed hesitantly. “It just doesn’t feel like it.”

“But… maybe…” Ann said trailing off for a moment. “We could borrow each other’s strengths!”

“I mean, we both need to improve, right?” Ann continued. “So it would be best if we relied on each other to learn what we don’t have!”

“Yeah,” Akira said. “That’s a great idea, Ann.”

“Right?” Ann said. “We’ll be the best in no time!”

Akira smiled at Ann, “yeah, this’ll be easy for us.”

After a few more minutes of idle chatter, their waitress appeared with their food. Akira had ordered their nostalgic steak while Ann seemingly went wild with the sweets they had in stock.

“...I see you enjoy cake,” Akira teased as Ann dug into what was on her plate.

“Hey, don’t knock my eating habits!” Ann said. “I’m just enjoying myself!”

Akira just smirked before he began eating his own meal.

Before long, both of their plates were cleared, with Ann finishing at an alarming rate. Akira knew he should be worried, but he figured that Ann knew her own body better than he did.

Still, her metabolism must be amazing, Akira thought. It’s kind of scary, actually.

“Well, that was fun, right?” Ann asked.

“Yeah,” Akira agreed. “It was just a bit worrying to see you eat all that cake though.”

Ann giggled, “I hope you were impressed.”

“Thoroughly.”

Before Ann could say anymore, her phone began to ring, and her face turned into one of shock once she saw the caller and she quickly picked up.

“Hello?” Ann asked quickly. “Yeah?”

“I’ll be there right away,” Ann said, ending the call. “Sorry Akira, it’s about Shiho.”

“Is it good news?” Akira asked.

“I’m pretty sure, they asked for me to come,” Ann said. “I’ll pay you for my food later!”

“It’s fine,” Akira said. “Tell Shiho I said hi, alright?”

“I promise!” Ann said, quickly rushing out the door.

“Lady Ann seemed determined, didn’t she?” Morgana asked, quickly peeking out from out of the bag.

“Yeah, she did,” Akira said. “Shiho is the reason she went into Kamoshida’s palace afterall.”

“Still, if it’s bad news, she’ll be crushed, won’t she?” Morgana said.

“I don’t think they’d tell her if it was something bad,” Akira said. “They’d tell Shiho’s parents first.”

“And even if it’s bad news, Ann’ll make it through,” Akira finished. “She’ll have us behind her.”

“Especially me!” Morgana said. “Nyahaha!”

Akira just rolled his eyes. Morgana’s crush on Ann was a bit weird…. But if Morgana was really human, it wouldn’t be too bad, would it?

It’s probably best not to think about that too much… Akira thought.

Once Akira arrived back in Leblanc, he felt the day’s exhaustion greet him with full force. Akira decided that his best course of action was to call it an early night, but before he had even made it in halfway, his phone started buzzing with activity.

“You didn’t get into a fight, did you?” Sojiro asked, staring at Akira warily.

“Nope,” Akira said, glancing at his phone. “It’s just my friends talking about schoolwork.”

“You have friends?”

“Thanks for the support,” Akira said blankly. “It’s a real boost of confidence.”

“I’m just saying with your reputation I figured you’d have a bit more trouble, kid,” Sojiro said, looking back down at the counter.

ryuji: we’re going to die.

ann: well, i’m not

ann: shiho’s awake so i’m pretty happy!

ryuji: well sorry you’re not getting expelled

ryuji: oh god we’re getting expelled

ryuji: oh god we’re so screwed

ryuji: how many days do we have left?

akira: what are you talking about?

ryuji: the meeting kamoshida is holding is soon isnt it?

akira: yeah, but we changed his heart.

ryuji: yeah but what if it doesnt work

akira: or it could.

“Sheesh, that idiot really worries a lot, doesn’t he?” Morgana complained, looking at the phone. “Also, tell Lady Ann I wish Shiho the best!”

akira: morgana said not to worry.

akira: and also he wishes shiho the best.

ann: aww, thank you mona!

ryuji: that effin’ cat has no reason to worry

ryuji: he isn’t the one getting expelled

akira: i didn’t know you cared about school that much.

ryuji: thats besides the point

ryuji: do you want to get expelled?

akira: we aren’t.

ryuji: but can we really be sure?

akira: yes.

ann: jeez ryuji, if only you cared this much about school normally

ann: akira’s right tho, it’s going to be fine

ann: and if it isnt, at least we tried!

akira: thats the spirit.

ryuji: well… if you guys say so

ryuji: but if this goes bad im blaming you guys!

akira: thanks.

ann: how sweet.

Akira turned his phone off once it seemed like the group chat was finally done for the night.

“Seems like the schoolwork problem is finally solved,” Akira said as an explanation. “So I’ll probably be going to sleep now.”

“At least you’re not a delinquent in your sleep schedule,” Sojiro said. “I’ll be locking up now, then.”

Akira nodded as he made his way upstairs.

“Make sure you don’t scare your friends off,” Sojiro yelled before finally leaving. Akira shook his head, smiling slightly.

At least he’s friendly enough to tease me, Akira thought.

Once Akira was upstairs in the safety of his attic, he changed quickly, ready for sleep to take him in its warm embrace.

Although he was sure he should be worried about the change of heart, he was much too exhausted to care.

As soon as Akira’s head hit his pillow, he found himself in a dreamless sleep. He’d later figure that wasn’t a bad change of pace.

5/1, Sunday:

Akira awoke surprisingly early, at least for it being a Sunday. Stretching in his bed, Akira slowly began to untangle himself from his sheets.

“Is it morning already?” Morgana asked from the bottom of the bed. “We don’t have to wake up now, do we?”

“We probably should,” Akira said, reaching for his phone. “But it seems we’re the first people up.”

“Finally,” Morgana said. “You guys really have to stop questioning me!”

“Questioning you…?” Akira asked. “This isn’t about the change of heart, is it?”

“Of course it is!” Morgana said. “You guys keep worrying about it even though I’ve told you it’s going to be fine!”

“It’s not that we don’t trust you,” Akira began. “But a lot is on the line for us.”

“Getting expelled wouldn’t be great for Ryuji and I,” Akira continued. “And Mishima’s future is also on the line…”

“I can get that, but still!” Morgana said. “You guys just need to have a little more faith in me!”

Akira smiled at Morgana, “it’s not that we don’t trust you, it’s just a scary situation.”

“I guess,” Morgana sighed.

Before Akira could comfort Morgana any further, his phone rang with a notification.

Takemi: Hello, my little guinea pig.

Takemi: Would you be free for an experiment today?

“You should probably accept her offer,” Morgana said, squinting at the screen. “We’re going to need her ‘special’ medicine.”

“The only reason you’re willing to accept so quickly is because you’re not the one being experimented on,” Akira said. “I could tell her my cat is interested in joining the experiments.”

“I’m not a cat!”

“She wouldn’t know that.”

akira: yeah sure.

akira: just give me a few minutes to get ready.

Takemi: Not a morning person, are you?

Takemi: Hm, well arrive soon then.

“I guess that’s decided then,” Akira said, turning off his phone. “I don’t think you need to come, Morgana, so you’re free to sleep some more.”

“Good luck with Takemi,” Morgana said, already making himself comfortable on the bed. “Remember to be on your best behavior with her.”

“It’s not that hard,” Akira said, beginning to change. “I doubt I’ll be conscious for most of it.”

After having a quick breakfast courtesy of Sojiro, Akira made his way to the clinic. Although he wasn’t excited to try Takemi’s medication, Morgana wasn’t exactly wrong with how helpful she was with Phantom Thieving.

“Ah,” Takemi said as soon as Akira walked in. “You’ve finally arrived.”

“Sorry,” Akira said. “Did you wait long?”

“No,” Takemi said. “But if you’re ready to contribute to your half of the deal, please head to the exam room.”

Akira nodded, walking into the examination room.

Let’s hope this experiment goes a bit better, Akira thought. But… it probably won’t.

“Alright,” Takemi said as she came in. “You might want to make yourself comfortable.”

Akira nodded once again, sitting on the bed in the examination room. “Is this one going to make me pass out again?”

“It might,” Takemi said as she grabbed a cup. “But that’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”

“I suppose so,” Akira said.

“This has to be perfected,” Takemi said, handing Akira the cup. “So drink it up, guinea pig.”

Akira frowned at the liquid before quickly downing it, giving himself no chance to hesitate.

“Wow,” Takemi said, eyes widening. “You’re really determined, aren’t you?”

“It’s…” Akira said, before being cut off by a pulse in his head.

Looks like I won’t be awake for much longer… Akira thought.

Before Akira could say or think anything else, he found himself lying on the bed, vision darkening.

“That didn’t take long,” Takemi said, voice already far away.

When Akira awoke again, there was another man in the examination room. From the look on Takemi’s face, it was easy to tell that this man wasn’t exactly a welcome guest.

“I’m telling you, officer, you’ve been sent on a wild goose chase,” Takemi said.

“Then tell me what that kid is doing here!” the officer demanded, apparently not one for calmness in an altercation.

“I’m chronically ill,” Akira said. “I’m seeing Takemi-san to see if she can help improve my symptoms.”

The officer looked disgruntled. Apparently Akira’s lie had gone over well.

“If you don’t have anything else to ask, officer,” Takemi said, crossing her arms. “You’re welcome to leave.”

“I’ll be back next time, Takemi,” the officer promised, glaring daggers at both Takemi and Akira.

Once Akira was sure the officer was gone, he looked over at Takemi with a confused look. “What did he want?”

“I’m sure one of my colleagues was just trying to stop my research,” Takemi said, sighing. “It’s nothing ‘The Plague’ shouldn’t expect though.”

“...The Plague?” Akira repeated.

“A nickname given to me in the medical community,” Takemi said, looking away. “I don’t mind, it gives me more privacy.”

She… doesn’t seem like she wants to share any more information, Akira thought. She’s barely agreed to this deal as it is… I probably shouldn’t ask anything else.

“Still, don’t you find that annoying?” Akira asked.

“It rarely happens,” Takemi said. “But if you’re well enough to ask questions, you’re free to go.”

“Alright,” Akira said, slowly standing up.

“Text me when you get home, guinea pig. I still have a few more questions,” Tae said, looking down at her clipboard.

Once Akira arrived back at Leblanc, he went straight for the attic seeing as Leblanc still had guests.

“Welcome back, kid,” Sojiro said gruffly. “You might want to head upstairs.”

“Alright,” Akira said, quickly heading upstairs.

“Finally, you’re back,” Morgana complained.

“You’re the one who wanted to stay.”

In the safety of his attic, he pulled out his phone and began to text Takemi.

akira: i’m back home, nothing bad has happened yet.

Takemi: Yet? Are you expecting something to happen?

akira: there have been horror stories about clinical trials.

Takemi: Well hopefully you don’t get to join their ranks.

Takemi: It would be a shame to lose my guinea pig so early.

Takemi: But as long as you’re feeling fine, I won’t hold you up any longer.

“You’re allowed to come down now,” Sojiro yelled from downstairs.

Akira, with Morgana in tow, came downstairs quickly. “You said I could go out at night, right?”

“As long as you lock up,” Sojiro said. “You’re free to stay around this area.”

Akira nodded.

“What are you planning on doing?” Morgana asked.

“There’s a bathhouse nearby, right?” Akira said. “I think it’d be nice to relax there for a bit.”

“Don’t stay out too late,” Sojiro warned.

“Alright,” Akira said. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“I won’t be here by then,” Sojiro said.

Akira said nothing as he left Leblanc once more.

“A little freedom is nice, right Morgana?” Akira said, slowly making his way to the bathhouse.

“This isn’t freedom, I’m still getting dragged around everywhere!”

“Oh well,” Akira said.

Being in the bathhouse, as Akira would find, wasn’t as relaxing as he thought. According to Morgana, the bathhouse had some sort of medicinal herb in it, meaning everyone was trying to get in.

Akira didn’t mind too much, but the silence even with all the people was sort of unnerving.

And he was sure that at least a few people were giving him weird stares.

But even just ignoring the people… tomorrow fate is decided, isn’t it? Akira thought. Kamoshida’s heart… if it isn’t changed.

There isn’t much to be done now, and it’d be a little hypocritical of me to continue to doubt Morgana’s judgment after repeating it was going to be okay. Akira thought. In the end, I can only hope for the best, right?

#persona 5 #akira kurusu #ryuji sakamoto #ann takamaki #morgana #sojiro sakura #tae takemi #fanfiction #persona fanfiction

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One Month

I wrote an original story for a college assignment (I'm a physics major though. This is for a foundation course. Just saying.) and posted it here as it felt kinda sad to just delete it…

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I wonder how many days it’s been now… Has it been a week yet? Perhaps more? How much longer do I need to continue with this? Well, as long as I can get out of this god forsaken country, anything will do, I guess… Besides, this is not so bad… Kinda lonely I suppose… And a little boring…

When was the last time I spoke to someone? I’ve never really been a social butterfly in the first place I guess… Ah! That girl on the street leading to the market! That was the last time I spoke to someone! Oh, but I did speak to some of the scientists when I signed up for this thing! But I do wonder what happened to that little girl… I gave her a piece of bread but what about after that? Did she get any food after that? Will she still be alive when I get out of here? If she continues living in this country, I doubt that will be possible… I wanna get out of here soon.

It’s so easy to lose track of things when I’m like this… Oh yeah! The researcher responsible for me said that I should constantly remind myself of my circumstances so as to not lose grasp of reality. Ah… so let’s see… The country I belong to went into war with one of the neighbouring countries and lost. This led to the neighbouring country invading us and turning us into another of their colonies. Honestly, what was the government even thinking? Going into war with a major military power like that! Sheesh! We all already knew that we’re gonna lose. Making them our allies would have been much better! And since part of the war was fought using chemicals, the soil was damaged thanks to which the agricultural sector took a major hit and is now practically dead. And people are just left to starve. A result of this is frequent thievery and fights and sometimes even murder. The water pipelines were also damaged leading to lack of clean water, so people started drinking stagnated water which gave rise to epidemics. Medicines are too expensive. These days it’s not really a surprise to find corpses rotting away on the roadsides. And the new government set up by our colonisers have no interest in dealing with all this.

Then the government informed us of a new research project they were funding. They needed volunteers to be test subjects. They said that those who do end up going through with the experiment would be allowed to leave the country and even be provided money to start their life in a new country. Considering how difficult it is to even move from one part of the country to another, let alone relocating to a different country, I sure as hell wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass me by. And even though I was among the more financially privileged, the rising food prices were leading to a hole in my pocket. I don’t even have a family or anyone I care about here, so I didn’t see the point of continuing to put up with this hell. This was the perfect opportunity, so I took it.

Living without any senses sure is hard… One month huh? If I stay without any senses for a month will I really develop a sixth sense? Ah well, I guess the whole point of this experiment is that they don’t know what will happen. That’s why this is an experiment, isn’t it?

No sight, no sound, no smell, no taste, no touch… I wonder, is this what dying feels like? Since this experiment started I’ve kinda felt like I have been floating around in space. I mean, there’s no way I can even tell where I am or what’s going on around me… I’m pretty much disconnected from the world… To me, everything seems to have come to a standstill but even when I’m in this state, time keeps on flowing… The Earth still keeps on moving around the sun… Day turns to night, night turns to day… The world is unconcerned with my existence…

If I were to die now, would I feel any pain? My nerve ends have been blocked so I’ll likely not feel anything… What does living even mean? Just having your heart continue to pump blood to your organs… Is that what living is? Or is it the things you experience that makes you alive… If it’s the latter, can I still be considered to be among the living? Or am I already dead?

Even when I’m like this, I still sleep, I still dream. I dream of the walks I took in the forest surrounding my hometown. This was long ago… long before the war started… It was a beautiful place, very pleasing to the eyes… There was a stream there… The water was cool… I used to enjoy feeling the water run over my bare feet… The flowers in the nearby field always smelled so nice… And the sounds of the birds chirping were always so sweet… So was the sound of my mother’s voice as she called me to come and eat… The food she made was so delicious… So warm and so fresh…

Oh, but… did that really happen? Or was a dream all it was? Did I even have a life before this? Or did I just imagine it? Just dream it up? Fabricated memories… Fabricated feelings… A fabricated life…

What?! What was that?! A sound?! And why is it suddenly so bright?!

“Careful there. It’s going to take you a while to get adjusted.”

Guh! So loud! It’s giving me a headache!

“Ah!”

Did that sound come from my mouth? From my throat? Is this what my voice sounds like?

Goddammit! Stop shining that stupid light in my eyes it hurts!

“There, there. It’s okay. You’ll get used to it soon.”

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”

Ah! My own voice makes my head hurt!

“Don’t touch me!”

My shoulder hurts! That guy gripped it too hard!

“Stop! Stop it! Don’t be too rough with him! He still needs to learn how to adjust to his senses!”

Thank god! My eyesight seems a bit clearer now! Is the man screaming the scientist who was studying me? It seems that he is.

“This man showed amazing results!”

Who’s that guy? I don’t think I’ve seen him before… Seems to be another one of the scientists though…

“Ouch!”

I get that you wanted to get the headgear off of me, but can’t you be gentle! It hurts!

“I just said to not be rough with him!”

That guy is screaming again! Damn! This makes my head hurt really bad!

“This headgear is used to measure the subject’s brainwaves and the data is then transmitted to our computers.”

There’s another person I haven’t seen before… Looks to be one of the government big-shots…He hasn’t said much, has he? Only listening to the explanations he’s being provided. Ah he seems to be saying something!

“… Continue studying him.”

What did he say before that? By “him” does he mean me? But why? I should be allowed to leave now, right? The digital newspaper I saw earlier said that the date today is 31 October, 2087. It’s been a month, hasn’t it? I should be free now!

“But of course! We have every intention to continue studying him! His brain waves have shown incredible activity! We believe that he may have actually developed a sixth sense!”

A sixth sense? Me? Is that why I won’t be allowed to leave? Why? I’ve done my part damnit!

What sense do I have, I wonder… Mind reading? Nah, I doubt that. I can’t tell what these guys are thinking after all. The ability to transmit my thoughts to others? Well, even if I do have that, I wouldn’t know about it myself…

Or could I?

Oi! If anybody’s hearing this right now, I could really use some help! Somebody? Anybody?

Maybe they can’t get to me in time? Or maybe they just don’t care? I’m just grasping at straws here anyway.

“H-Hey! He has a gun!”

“Which of you fools just left your gun lying around?! What kind of careless security guards are you?! Fools!”

If there’s anybody who can hear me, I wonder do you only here my conscious thoughts or can you hear my subconscious desires as well? If you can’t, let me give you a narration.

I found a gun lying on one of the tables and took it. This was while those guys were discussing how to further study me.

At present, this gun is pointed at them. More specifically, at the government official. The security guards naturally have their guns trained on me. I’ll probably be shot down the moment I pull the trigger. And I have no experience with guns not to mention the fact that for a month I wasn’t even aware of my body and its movements. I’ll probably miss anyway.

I’m currently bending my elbow and twisting my wrist, experimenting with the motion of my joints. The muzzle of the gun is no longer pointing at that man. Everyone is visibly relaxing. Now their faces are once again showing expressions of horror. Why? Because the muzzle is now pointing at my head.

I don’t want to go through that again. That half dead state. That hopelessness and darkness. That fear of not even knowing whether you’re alive. I can’t go through that! I can’t continue to be a guinea pig!

So, if I can’t escape, I must die. But I want to die by my own agents. I don’t want to be killed by anybody else. My hands are the only ones that will be stained with my blood.

I’m tightening my grip on the trigger.

Ah! That was too loud!

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discreteluxuryff · 7 years

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TWENTY-TWO

Vanessa

I was back in the concrete jungle and honestly, I wanted to vomit. All of these old memories were suddenly coming back and it reminded me why I left in the first place. Trey wasn’t the only reason I left, but I just needed to be in a different environment. For some strange reason, I’m regretting this because I know one of these days I will have to come face to face with my mother. That’s something I’m not looking forward to and honestly, I know she doesn’t want to see me anyway.

They day I left New York, she threw so much shade. She hated the fact I was with Trey, or should I say a black man. She always threw out little subliminal shit whenever I was around the black boys in my neighborhood. She didn’t like it and said I would always have bad luck if I kept getting in relationships with one. That’s when I would hit her with the “we’re black too. We just speak Spanish and have a different culture from black Americans.” That’s when she’ll scream at me and say I should never say that. Meanwhile, she was married to my father, who was dark skin and to make things even more interesting, she hated to admit how her maternal grandmother was Haitian. I remember my grandmother telling me how her mother went her whole life saying she was Dominican, learned to speak Spanish fluently and passed for being latina because she was “fair skinned”. The whole story was bizarre and I couldn’t believe all of the self-hate in my own family.

I’m not saying I hate my mother or anything, but I honestly don’t have any desire to be around her. If she’s still living a negative lifestyle, I don’t want to be a part of it. Why would I continue to let negative people in when I’m trying to make progression? It doesn’t make sense and I honestly don’t need the stress. I just want to live a better life for myself and my baby.

I don’t know why I was so nervous, but seeing my sister is going to be weird. Yes, we’ve established a relationship, but it’s still new. I just hope everything works out with this living arrangement.

“Vanessa! Hey, girl!” It’s been awhile since someone was this happy to see me.

“Hey, Jalissa. It’s been a while, how are you?”

“I’m doing fine. How was your flight?

"Good. It’s just weird being back here. I haven’t been here in a while. Didn’t think I would be living here again.” I sighed as we walked into her place.

“You never told me why you really moved back here. I thought you and Trey were engaged.”

“We were. It didn’t work out and now I’m a single and pregnant. I’m sure you read the blogs.”

“I actually don’t feed into the blogs. I know a lot of things are fabricated. I rather here it from you. Was a lot of the things said actually true?” I really didn’t want to tell her, but I might as well. It’s no secret, me and Trey’s relationship was toxic.

Collecting my thoughts, I thought about only being truthful about some of the things that happened. Truth is, all of the shit about us was basically true. He cheated, I stayed, we both fucked his side chick, I moved on, he moved on, blah. It was all true and I might as well say yes to her question. No need to be private because my life has been open for five years now.

“Honestly Jalissa, it was all true. He cheated multiple times, I stayed and it’s just a mess. I don’t know why I put myself through all of that.”

“From what you just said, seems like you became the person your mom was, no disrespect.” I felt like I should’ve been offended by that, but I wasn’t. She was right about that.

“I would be offended, but I can’t be. All those years I said I would never be her and I am.”

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way, but the times I would stay with you guys, I could hear dad being disrespectful towards her. He even dealt with another woman.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, I heard him talking about it once. Truth be told, we may have a brother.” What the hell was she talking about? Why did no one tell me this?

A brother? This was a lot. Shit, my mom really dealt with a lot. I wonder if she knows about this alleged child. If she does, wow she was really dumb for my father. I know I don’t have room to talk, but it’s like why didn’t she leave? At least I left Trey and don’t plan on getting back with him.

“This is a lot. I don’t know what to say. I can’t believe my mom really dealt with dad. He was abusive verbally and physically. Some days I’m glad he’s dead.” I know that was harsh, but it’s the truth.

“Sheesh, Vanessa. Is that why you didn’t bother going to the funeral?”

“Yeah. He abused me and my mom. He was horrible and you know it.”

“Yeah, I know. Speaking of your mom, have you talked to her?”

“Nope. Where’s the bathroom, though?”

“You need to talk to her and it’s down the hall to your left.”

“If it’s God’s will, then I might.”

“I’m serious. Do it, life is too short.”

“Listen, my mom hates me and she hates the fact Trey is black. She told me I would have bad luck for the rest of life. I don’t even want to speak to her.”

“Wait, she said that? But you’re bla- never mind. I don’t even know why I just asked. I know how the majority of Latino families have underlying anti-blackness, but let’s be honest. Your mother is black rather she wants to believe it. Hell, I used to think your mom was Trini like my mom because they looked so much alike when I was young.”

“Girl, I just don’t know what’s wrong with her. I know I have to talk to her one day, but today is not that day.” I got up and walked to the bathroom. I am not prepared to talk to my mother and I really don’t plan on it. I just hope if that day does come, she isn’t a bitch about my life.

Trey

“I don’t know why you have me on a wild goose chase, Trey! I can’t help you this time. She’s gone and I don’t know what you want me to do.” Maya slammed her purse down on my kitchen counter. We were talking about Vanessa again. I missed her like crazy and I don’t know why. I think it’s because I know she’s pregnant with my child.

“Maya just tell me where she is. I know you know.”

“Trey, I don’t know. She didn’t tell me and now I understand why.”

“What’s that’s supposed mean? You need to find out where she’s at.”

“Why? So you can ruin her life and your child’s? Yeah, no thanks. I rather mind my business. Life is so peaceful that way.”

“Maya, can you do what I ask? What do you think I pay you for?”

“That’s not in my job description.”

“Well, it is now.” I said with a smirk on my face.

Finding out where Vanessa is was going to be a challenge. I know New York is out of the question. She vowed she would never go back unless it was business related. I’m not trying to be a stalker or anything, I just want my woman back. I want a family with her. I want to be able to show Skylar what a real man is like. I’m still mad at myself for even taking Vanessa through all of this. If I could go back to when we first met, I promise I would be the man she wanted me to be. I let my fame and millions get to my head and forgot about the one person who had my back. Vanessa didn’t deserve all of that shit.

“Where are you goin’?” Maya got abruptly when her phone started ringing.

“Uh, it’s important. I’ll be right back.” That was weird. She never does that.

Leaving out of the kitchen, I overheard Maya talking. She couldn’t hear or see me, so of course, I started eavesdropping.

“I’m not telling him anything. I just hate how the both of you are being annoying. You need to talk to him. I know you don’t want him to know where you are, but he has the right to know.” She tried her best to whisper, but I heard it all. She was talking to Vanessa and she had to know where she was at.

Maya got off the phone and that’s when I hurried back into the kitchen. I had to play it off like I wasn’t listening to her conversation. For some reason, I feel like she know’s I was listening. I could tell by the way she looked at me.

“What?”

“Did you listen to my conversation?” She asked folding her arms.

“No. I’ve been in here the whole time. Who were you talking to?”

“My new nigga, that’s who.”

“Why are you lyin’?

"I’m not. I do have a new man and no you and Jermaine cannot meet him. Y'all are not about to run this one off.” Maya was a good liar because I almost believed that shit. I already know she was on the phone with Vanessa, so I don’t know why she felt the need to lie. Vanessa didn’t want to talk to me and honestly, I wish she would stop that childish shit. Either way, we have to talk. I don’t know why she wants to make shit difficult.

“Maya I know you were on the phone with Vanessa. I heard you.”

“You said you didn’t listen to my convo. Shit, what did hear?”

“Enough. Tell me where she is, please.”

“Alright, she’s in Atlanta. Don’t go looking for her either.”

“Atlanta? Why did she move there?”

“Don’t know. I didn’t ask of all that.” Maya was making this difficult as well. She acts like she’s on Vanessa side. If it wasn’t for me, she wouldn’t know Vanessa.

It was like pulling teeth with Maya. This whole Atlanta shit sounds made up. I don’t believe it and I wish she would tell me the damn truth before I have somebody find Vanessa. I can easily arrange that, but I don’t want to. I’m trying my best to give Vanessa space, but knowing that our child is growing inside of her, I don’t want her to be out here by herself. I don’t want her doing all of this on her own. I want to be there for her and the baby. I want Vanessa to know how much I love her and that I do care.

“I know that’s a lie, but I’ll find out where’s she really at.”

“I’m not lying, Trey. She really went to Atlanta.”

“Yeah, okay. Anyways, you packed for New York? I have a meeting about some endorsements and you have to come with me.”

“New York? Um, oh yeah. I’m all packed. That’s in a few days right?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m getting ready to go run some errands. You need anything?”

“Nope. If I do, I’ll call you. Oh, take Lucky with you.”

“Yeah, no. Babysitting that dog wasn’t a part of my plan unless I’m getting paid.”

“Bye Maya.”

“That’s what I thought. See you later bro.” Maya walked out and that’s when I tried to find Vanessa’s sister on Instagram. I know how close they are now, maybe she can help me. I just want to know where she is and maybe I can get her to stop acting so damn stubborn and just talk to me.

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lyonface · 7 years

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Writing Review 2016

I was tagged by @galadrieljones. Thank you, falon. I haven’t been writing much lately but I hope to jump back on the wagon soon.

Total Number of Stories Completed:

Completed? Sheesh. If my self-contained prompt fills count, we’re getting close to 20. Klexos EV can count as self-contained, but really is just an extended universe for Klexos proper, so I don’t like counting it.

Total Word Count:

All of the fanfiction that currently exists on my AO3 was basically started in 2016 (Klexos was published on 12/22/15, but it counts.)

I docked the first two chapters from Klexos (holy shit you guys those were 8k words BY THEMSELVES) and added unfinished work, the rest of my AO3 wordcount, and my poetry. We won’t even touch rping because that is literally unquanitifiable, but I have no doubt that those blogs would add on thousands of words of just my entries on their own. My written works (fiction and nonfiction) in 2016 total approx. 172,201, minus roleplaying and planning documents.

Fandoms Written In:

Dragon Age, Hannibal, Mystic Messenger.

Looking Back, Did You Expect To Write More Fic Than You Thought You Would This Year, Less, Or About What You’d Expected?

I had no true idea what I would end up writing, but I can be pretty damn sure that I would never imagine myself writing the sheer volume of work that I have. Although I did anticipate being further in Klexos by this time (it’s over a year old!) I also had no idea that I would write it’s side story, Klexos EV, nor that I would be roleplaying again and getting into other fandoms.

Short answer: I expected to write a shit ton less.

What’s Your Own Favorite Story Of The Year?

Klexos is my darling child, despite my lack of attention to it in recent months. Klexos EV is the first self-contained fictional work that I’ve completed since an original piece of fiction back in high school that we shall speak no more of. Although I haven’t gotten to what I anticipate will be my favorite parts of Klexos, I have thoroughly enjoyed the experience of creating it and having people see it.

Did You Take Any Writing Risks This Year?

Doing it at all was a risk, honestly. Setting up my AO3, deciding to prioritize my fiction over my nonfiction. My Patreon was also a pretty big risk, which I hope to pay off (literally) soon once I get the hell over this cold and writer’s block and jump back on the bandwagon. So basically I went from making an AO3 to making a Patreon to neaty bookend my year.

Do You Have Any Fanfic Or Profic Goals For The New Year?

Finish Klexos or get damn close. Start an original piece that’s been kicking around in my head since my failed attempt at NaNo this year. Prioritize my time better so I can be productive and still enjoy myself. Push my personal boundaries and make myself write things I may find uncomfortable so I can more thoroughly explore myself and my worldview.

Best Story Of The Year?

I see Klexos is going to be basically the answer to all of these, isn’t it?