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lesser-vissir · 7 months ago

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For the ease of replying to this post I'm gonna separate out your main points that act as support for your conclusion that GenAI is a technology that deserves unique scruity:

1) GenAI is uniquely unimportant as a digital resource

2) GenAI is uniquely unrecyclable as a digital resource

3) There is a fundamental difference between locally and cloud hosted models

4) GenAI is uniquely unethical due to its data collection properties

So, let's break this down.

1) Uniquely Unimportant

While I understand your desire to accuse GenAI of serving no purpose, clearly you don't think it's entirely useless as seen from how you mentioned using it to create funny images. Is laughter not a good usage? Is joy not?

Is that not the same reason that we use intensive processes to generate the background for movies? For entertainment? What makes it less important when it is GenAI?

Moreover, it's a precarious path to take in tying whether something exists to whether it is sufficiently valuable. These are the same arguments currently being used to cut government spending on "non-essentials" like disabled people.

Looking further, there are plenty of other technologies that "aren't useful." The most commonly invoked is Bitcoin since mining is largely useless computing work done to create artificial scarcity. Most websites are running software far more complex and wasteful than necessary for the kind of content they are hosting. Social media in general is a largely "unproductive" use of technology that provides no real tangible value.

Saying GenAI is useless is a personal value statement rather than a statement of fact. There are plenty of things you approve of that could be called wasteful. Hell, traditional image generation software is just as useless as AI if we don't consider fleeting entertainment to be useful.

Just something to think about.

2) Uniquely Unrecycleable

This one just felt a little disingenuous. You conceded that yes, GenAI produces a tangible, infinitely reusable product, but because that defeats your point you arbitrarily said that the product will just get thrown away quickly. From how many scandals we see regarding companies using AI images in their marketing, it's clear that that assumption is just, not true.

Moreover, even if we assume only one in ten thousand GenAI images are saved for a reasonably long time, that is already leagues better than dozens of other technologies with comparable digital footprints. Two easy examples that come to mind are digital advertising and spam emails. Two technologies with very low hit rates.

The case for AI text generation is even better. Using GenAI to edit and proofread something that is used multiple times is far more common than reused images. That, or using GenAI in the way one would a search engine. The results are comparably unrecyclable except as knowledge which can be reused.

In addition, you did not acknowledge the difference between the training costs and the generation costs. The actual cost of generation is quite low, hence why it can be run locally without shorting out your homes breakers. The training costs are where most of the resource intensive processes are, but in this case you're even more incorrect to say it's unrecyclable. The training is a one time cost amortized onto every generative cost for every usage of the complete model.

Very few technologies with that much resource use can boast such a strong rate of return in terms of reusability. Some examples off the top of my head from most to least egregious would be Bitcoin mining, online gaming, and digital banking software.

So, in this category, GenAI is actually a pretty recyclable technology and that was making some very generous assumptions towards your argument that the results of a generative process wouldn't be reused.

3) Difference Between Hosting Location

So, this one is just you not knowing how the technology works. Sorry :/

There is no fundamental difference between locally hosted and cloud hosted models. The only reason you can host something like ChatGPT locally is because the software is proprietary. Actually, an earlier version is open source so you very much could run that locally.

While I know you specified that the models should be made by the individuals using them, I hope we can agree that that's a ridiculous standard you aren't holding any other software to. Did you design *any* of the software you use? Could you even *try* to make any of it?

That said, if you don't mind locally hosted models, then what you care about is scale, not the technology itself. Which was OPs point. There are tons of technologies that have far larger scales than GenAI.

4) Data Collection Ethics

I'm not going to try to rehash the various arguments regarding GenAI and whether or not it violated copyright law since that discussion is fruitless. What I do want to touch on is that GenAI is not the only technology that uses data scraping to that extent.

In fact, GenAI projects rarely scraped their own data, they just used existing datasets that were produced for other processes. Usually for personalized advertising but also for government surveillance. Once again, GenAI is not uniquely culpable in this respect.

So, in conclusion, you completely missed the point of this post. Not only is your information and understanding of GenAI incomplete and biased, it engages in the very behaviour OP was talking about where you are treating GenAI as uniquely harmful simply because you don't like it.

the phenomenon of people talking about the cost of "AI" in energy and water while ignoring everything else they use that also spends those same things is very telling

you do not know the process behind production of the things you take for granted. you think your computer is a magic box that connects to the astral plane. you never think about the cables and servers and water cooling and electricity cost and the workers who build and maintain the infrastructure etc. etc. except for the thing you don't like and were told the cost was a good excuse for why you don't like it

you also don't think about the cost of so much more. the food you eat, the phone in your hand, etc. you just know it costs an amount of dollars at the store

this isn't about being a morally bad person for not thinking about this. this is about not getting bogged down on the supposed inherent evil of 1 specific thing you were told to hate because it's the only thing that you realize needs to be produced using material resources. and instead becoming a marxist

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baekhvuns · 3 years ago

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No the song was not GOOD I mean have you heard the original?! It's hilariously bad so the Eng version is even worse better idusjdhdhdusbdbs. Yeah we can be his cats 👁👄👁

Hwa is a siren HE LURES US WITH HIS HIPS! Vampire Seonghwa is always on my mind it's just peak Hwa for me

Yessss I think he used to be too shy to do those "cool" things, but now despite feeling embarrassed he goes for it anyway because HE LIKES WHEN ATINYS ARE FOOLED 😭 and the reactions yeah he loves that and good for him. Pls leave Jongho alone 💀 also Hongjoong HE DOESN'T WANNA SHOW YOU HIS ABS MAN HATES EXERCISING TOO

There seems to be some spiders epidemic going helpppp. Also there are so many bugs in general 😭 why can't they leave me alooooooneeeeee, get your own houses! Shockingly there aren't many mosquitoes these days?

I heard from my Exo-ls friends that some things haven't been continued and they're still waiting for more clues. Yeah Skz doesn't rely on their storyline as heavily, but you can see elements of it throughout their MVs like Side Effects, Astronaut, Levanter. Noeasy and especially Oddinary had huge story behind them with the sound monster, then Felix was the main character in Oddinary we theorised they referenced Alice in Wonderland. Some people dislike lore which is fine, but I don't get the complaints? I think Aespa and Kwangya is a bit cringy and SM is trying too hard to incorporate Kwangya in other artists' music, but the AI and black mamba ideas are actually not bad

I saw the leak I wonder which one is the title? So many leaks with this cb, kinda sad. So the pre orders dropped and tbh I'm not too happy we're back to squares RIP MY SHELF DESIGN also it means smaller photobooks...whack, not to mention they got rid of the lyric postcards and replaced them with ID PHOTOCARDS?! Yeah I get it the whole government thing, but those are so useless. I saw people on twt being happy and I'm like huh? The covers are... whatever, I gave up on interesting Ateez cover designs, lmaooooo. I woke up and I need to complain maybe it's the period and I need to deal with my GO too 😭 I saw USA has some exclusive versions like jewel cases 💀 and the amount of fan signs/video calls already. Maybe I'll win one 😭

Omg really?! I forgot about The Great Seducer, but now it makes sense that bb!Hwa was based on him

Size kink when she's 2cm taller than San 😭😭😭 you'll never catch me with that kink too.

Lmao but people are on much higher levels though. I play during work when I'm bored which is almost always hhahahdahaghaga. I know bestie I'm going to another party this weekend COME OVER. I missed two ATZ songs because I arrived late I was big mad :////

That sucks you can't see her even though she's coming to your city, fuck uni who needs to be a lawyer! Yes and her response after the backlash was a bit, hmmm... tainted her image for sure, but it was probably her company so it's not her choice, but yeah some companies actually see the backlash and cancel their NFT plans, like A.C.E's company for example

The fake tweets are funny, but yes sometimes I'm just like???

NEED TO SINK MY TEETH INTO SEONGHWA'S COLLARBONES BUT HIS ARMS ARE NEXT! My friends went to Uni Kon and said it was scorching so no wonder the artists were sweating buckets 😭😭😭😭 but I also hate seeing Hwa in the Wang shorts again because that man is 💀💀💀💀💀 https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-10736079/Designer-Alexander-Wang-returns-accused-sexually-assaulting-male-transgender-models.html sorry for the Daily Mail link but yeah. So when I saw someone say @ AW on twt PLEASE HIRE SEONGHWA AS YOUR MODEL I WAS LIKE NOOOOOOO DO NOOOOOOT.

Oooooh I saw that miss tenelkadjowrites published another Seonghwa fic 👀 I think I need to wait until I'm period-free to read it cause now the vibe is ruined khdhsudhjsbshshs - DV 💖

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No the song was not GOOD I mean have you heard the original?! It's hilariously bad so the Eng version is even worse better idusjdhdhdusbdbs. Yeah we can be his cats 👁👄👁

FBWMFBWK WORSE BETTER 😭😭😭 his cats??? what type bESTIE theres categories fbwhhdjd

Hwa is a siren HE LURES US WITH HIS HIPS! Vampire Seonghwa is always on my mind it's just peak Hwa for me

FORGET SIREN HWA BELLY DANCING AU FT.MISS SHAKIRA FBWNFHS 😭😭😭 vampire hwa omg,,, i don’t think there’s many out there tbh ive seen someone but it’s usually that period sex thing and 😭😭😭???? 🔫🔫

YESSS BRWNDHEK EXACTLY HE FUCKING DOES IT ANYWAY ITS LIKE A ENEMIES TO LOVERS CAT MOUSE RELATIONSHIP AND WE ALL KNOW HE MF LOVES THAT no fr pls leave him alone,,, i knew someone who would constant say “i wanna lick their abs” bestie pls it’s been 2 mins 😭😭🤚🏼 FBWNDHSK EXACTLY JUST APPRECIATE THE SONGS 😭😭

NO FR SPIDERMAN : EVERY ONES HOME 😭😭😭 GORRRRL THE MOSQUITOES ARE THOSE THIN ASS ONES THOSE ONES THAT GO STRAIGHT THRU THE NET WINDOWS 😭😭😭 u are a spider whisperer <3

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YEAH SOMEONE SENT IT TO ME 😭😭 it looks intimidatingly good tho esp the songs,,,, no.2 (this for anyone wondering is not the name no im not gonna reveal it fbdb) sounds better be some bombass beat drop,,,, FBWKDHWK NO BC WHY ARE WE BACK AT SQUARES THEY FUCKING NEVER FIT AND ARE SO THICK 😭😭😭 omg i forgot,,, smaller photo books but watch the photos be so pretty and we can’t even see half of it 😭😭😭ID CARDS RIGHT??? LIKE SOME GOVERNMENT JAIL CELL OR SOMETHING omg did u see the blue version, the poster looks like them in their halateez outfits yeah gave up on the designs 😭😭😭 saw this one by an atiny and the way id buy it all in an is at buy if they were like this,,, BESTIE DID U GET THE SIGNED ONES????

Omg really?! I forgot about The Great Seducer, but now it makes sense that bb!Hwa was based on him

YES ESP FROM THIS GIF

Size kink when she's 2cm taller than San 😭😭😭 you'll never catch me with that kink too.

FHWKDHWK HEY SIZE KINK BUT WITH YUNHO AND MINGI 🔫🔫🔫 JDBWK BESTIE DAMN UR FAST AT GAMING AYO 😭😭😭 I WILL COME HAVE A SEAT FOR ME PUT UR BAG ON IT SO I KNOW ITS RESERVED FBFB 😭😭😭🤚🏼 if u missed fireworks id literally never forgive u 🔫

LMFAOOOO 😭😭 i tbh would rather go see dean bc he comes here often dbdbd rEALLY?? omg i just saw it and the ratios of the twt’s fbwnfbsn oH YEAH DEF PPL ARE SAYING GASLIT?? GIRLBOSS?? 😭😭🤚🏼 ACE FTW TBH AT LEAST THEY ACKNOWLEDGE WTF IS WRONG WITH THEM NFTS u know kun was my bias but that mofo also got an nft 😭😭😭 for jay chou 😭😭???? disgrace???

The fake tweets are funny, but yes sometimes I'm just like???

LMFAOOOO RIGHT FREE LIKES I GUESS HIT TWEETS 😭😭

JFVWDE DV ANON VAMPIRE ERA STARTING FBFBF 😭😭😭 omg no wonder it must be like one of those hot wind days 🔫🔫 one of my friends korea met btob’s minhyuk (at a fanmeet outside) aND HE WAS SWEATING ALL SHINY BUT HE STILL LOOKED SO FINE FBFBF oh man yeah,,,, when i see idols w him i just want to log out 🔫 i also understand that some idols have to end up being civil to them at events bc they also cant directly say shit,,, the when he first wore it a while back?? in fireworks era and did that one sigh 😭😭 NAURRR PLS NOT AS THAT BRANDS MODEL FBEN SEONGHWA EITHER FOR DIOR OR CHANEL OR YSL NO IN BETWEEN

Oooooh I saw that miss tenelkadjowrites published another Seonghwa fic 👀 I think I need to wait until I'm period-free to read it cause now the vibe is ruined khdhsudhjsbshshs - DV 💖

OHH BESTIE I READ IT IT SOOOO GOOOD 1000% BEST FOR RAINY DAYS DBDB man’s a fuckass tho but <3

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scover-va · 3 years ago

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Also because you’ve been talking about them recently… any headcanons for the Pony Island gang as a whole? I read your post about the Daemons and you’ve absolutely got my interest (Asmodeus and Buer in particular are such interesting takes).

Good bc my gf and I have developed Buer and Asmo the most (I’m sorry Azazel and Beel but yall are mostly comedic relief rn)

Doing this in order of character appearance (as far as I can remember anyways, I can’t perfectly remember when Baphomet makes their first appearance)

Theodore (the player):

Chronically sad

He misses his family, but also can’t perfectly remember them, so he’s stuck grieving in a confused state

Was a bit of a flirt when he was alive, though p much dropped that shortly after getting with his gf/future wife

He’s a sad drunk

I don’t have much for him, or anything for HS, since my gf plays them, and we’re biased towards Asmo and Buer rn

Lou Natas/Lucifer:

As old as the concept of sin itself

Only started going by Lucifer/Satan after humans nicknamed him that

Souls he wants to take are regular player souls, souls he already has in his possession when the person dies becomes a demon. There’s many different demon jobs

The only demon of his who isn’t a stolen soul would be good ol’ farty mcgee Vallamir

Like I said in my Barry hcs, they dated for a bit. Lucifer’s a gayass

Struggles with issues that he dubs ‘mortal issues’, such as pain of any kind or emotions. He hates it

Made Gamefuna so he could keep making games, though obviously sucks at it

Created three ai’s to aid in game creation, Irving being one of them

The pony in Pony Island, creatively named Pony, is his daughter and he would kill on sight for his kid. All his other kids (the demons, not actual kids they just call him ‘father’ as a respect thing) can go die in a ditch tho for all he cares. Especially Bu-

His sister is as old as the concept of morality, basically being God. I’m taking some basic religious things and moving them a little to the left bc im not fuckin reading the bible so I can go make Lucifer a manwhore /j

Baphomet:

They/Them, very gnc to the point where you cant tell their gender

Sold their soul for infinite knowledge and wisdom, as well as the ability to see into the future

Was like a parental figure to Buer during their time on the overworld map

Baphomet lived back during BC times. I don’t have an exact time as to when they died, but they’re the oldest of the daemons

Killed themself back when they were alive so they could have immortality

The braincell AND the impulse control of the group

Azazel:

Was a party animal when he was alive

Sold his soul for simple power, most likely to have as a cool party trick

Somehow the nice one when compared to everyone else

My gf plays him in the rp so i got NO idea what her interpretation of his death was. Sorry folks

Buer:

Lived back during the black plague

Came from a highly religious family of priests and nuns. His family wanted him to do the same thing but he wanted to study medicine

Only ‘supportive’ relative was his uncle. His uncle was still highly religious, but hey. We’ll get to that later

Had a boyfriend back when he was alive! Gayass

When the black plague started up, he and his bf switched to love letters instead of meeting in person, since Buer decided to become a plague doctor to help with fighting off the plague

Was typically unbothered by all the death around him. He grew used to it

That changed though when a little girl in his village fell ill with the bubonic plague. He didn’t know the kid, but every attempt to help her get better proved to be useless

So, after doing some research, he summoned Satan and sold his soul in exchange for the girl to be healthy

Weeeeeeell the family was then accused of witchcraft, the parents and little girl all burned at the stake. Buer still hears the girl’s screams in his sleep

Went on with his life for a bit, but his uncle found out about Buer’s newfound connection to the devil. His uncle told others, and Buer was soon burned at the stake, too

Lucifer used him as a temporary solution, just someone to guard the third core file while he looked for a better daemon. Buer was none the wiser

Buer’s mechanic would just be that you’d need to wait him out. That’s it. He’d make it impossible to reach the core file via glitchy walls blocking said file, but it drains him of so much energy he kills himself in the process

Obviously, grew resentful and angry when he was replaced. Stayed in the overworld map, only talking to Baphomet

Did take his own life at some point between being replaced and Theodore showing up, but Baphomet brought him back

He’s also severely mentally fucking ill. He uses drawing as a coping mechanism

Beelzebub:

Was a soldier in his past life

His side was losing a war, and he didn’t wanna die. So, he traded his soul in exchange for his side winning the battle

Was later killed on a different battlefield, being dragged down to hell to become a daemon

Living up to his namesake, Beel snacks a lot. His non-file demon form is also based on a fly, since canonical mythology Beelzebub is the lord of the flies

Asmodeus:

He’s albino!

Was born into royalty in the 1600’s

Had a twin brother

When his father fell ill, he and his brother started competing to see who would be better fit for the crown, constantly battling for their parent’s attention

Asmo constantly lost at these challenges. So, he sold his soul so he could be better than his brother

Upon becoming king, he banished his brother so he wouldn’t have to deal with him again

One day before a royal meeting, he came in to do his makeup. Thanks to his poor eyesight, an assassin snuck up on him after Asmo sat down in front of his vanity

Asmo was forced to slit his own throat

Quickly replaced Buer, and hated him because he thought he had to, thanks to the competition thing with his brother

He knows how to sing! Has a low and sultry singing voice

Also had a pet raccoon who was a golden colour names Vanilla. I found this out in the rp last night. I was expecting a cat or something but Vanilla is much much better

He’s a clean freak because he got in trouble once as a kid for making a huge mess and not cleaning it up. Fun

Twink (affectionate)

Aaand that’s all! That I remember, anyways. Would’ve been quicker but wifi isn’t working on my chromebook so I had to type all this up on mobile. Fml

#pony island game #pony island spoilers #pony island #lou natas #theodore pony island #azazel.exe #baphomet.exe #buer.exe #beelzebub.exe #asmodeus.exe #does theo have a last name? i cant remember #scov.txt #currently hoping the read more doesnt fuck up on mobile like it did last time

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j4v4r10 · 2 years ago

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I’ve heard another story of a professor who failed his entire class on their last assignment because he entered each essay into chatGPT, asked if it wrote it, and it said it did every time. Don’t bother asking, it’s a useless question no matter how it responds.

GPT models are designed to string together sentences based on statistics, it literally doesn’t have a database of facts. This is why it makes things up all the time, we call them “hallucinations” in machine learning.

ChatGPT doesn’t store memory of previous conversations, it literally can’t tell whether it wrote something.

The same is true for “AI detection” models, there is no secret metadata embedded in the text nor massive transcript they can search for generated text, they just try to analyze for certain tone inflections or writing styles that GPT models use. Try submitting anything from i.e. the Bible into an ai detector, it will call it 100% generated.

One of the comments mentioned students getting uncomfortable when a teacher announced they would use an ai detector on assignments, implying that those students would be cheaters. That’s wrong. I would be uncomfortable too, because that signals a teacher that doesn’t understand the technology, who is likely to accuse them of using ChatGPT to do their assignments unless they maintain undeniable proof of their own work such as doing everything in Google docs.

OP was right in this case and caught someone using ChatGPT, but some of the methods described above can generate false positives agains honest students, so I highly encourage others in this situation to tread with caution.

With all that said, based on OP’s initial tip-off, I think that a much more functional AI detector could be designed to just analyze bibliographies and check whether the sources are real. I genuinely think this would prove whether students actually did the research, and would have much lower rates of false positives and false negatives.

Caught my first student using ChatGPT to write their report yesterday! FUN TIMES

#chatgpt #artificial intelligence #neural networks #machine learning #computer science #technology

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princessshikky · 4 years ago

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In case there is another person here who for some reason wanted a TGCF/TUA fusion plotbunny... This is loosely inspired by the TGCF fanfic Nude Dinner by the incredible hoarder_of_stories (btw, I highly recommend to check out their other works: very sweet and comforting, also you can just feel that the author is enjoying their work, it's always cool when the text transfers that feeling).

So. Jun Wu is the eccentric billionaire who buys and adopts seven kids with superpowers and they grow up in a toxic environment.

Mu Qing and Feng Xin are number one and number two respectively. They are constantly arguing with each other and with everyone else around them except for Xie Lian. When Xie Lian left home to live on his own, fengqing left with him, but Mu Qing couldn't handle this life for long and wanted to come back home, which lead to his argument and subsequent breakup with Feng Xin and Xie Lian. Mu Qing also spent years trying to "make amends" for his "mistake" and win back Jun Wu's favor. He's the only one who stayed with Jun Wu until the end.

Feng Xin quickly started an affair with a girl his age (Jian Lang), she got pregnant, Jun Wu found out and tried to pay her to keep the baby, give it to Jun Wu and never see the child again (he wanted to see whether the second generation would inherit the special abilities). Jian Lang wanted nothing to do with it, had an abortion, confronted Feng Xin about the whole story and broke up with him. They never saw each other after that. In the present timeline Feng Xin works as a coach in a local gym, he also participates in fighting matches sometimes.

Yin Yu is number three. He constantly felt underappreciated and ignored, angry that Quan Yizhen was praised more than him. Eventually he got so angry he had a fight with Quan Yizhen and ran away. In the present he works for Hua Cheng (who wanted to be closer to Xie Lian and grabbed the chance to meet Xie Lian's sibling, that didn't go as planned).

Quan Yizhen is number four. He adored Yin Yu, so after Yin Yu left Quan Yizhen also didn't stay home for long. He became a successful and popular athlete with a ton of endorsements. He also doesn't hold any resentments against his siblings.

Shi Qingxuan is number five, he can speak with the souls of the deceased. His ability is pretty useless in combat, so he didn't go to the missions all that often. When Shi Qingxuan was still a teenager his biological older brother, Shi Wudu, started looking for him and demanded the right to see him (Shi Wudu could only do it once he was of legal age, which is why it took so long). Jun Wu refused, so Shi Wudu started a crusade, went to the papers, to the Committee for the Affairs of Minors and to court -- all to get Shi Qingxuan away from the abusive environment. He eventually succeeded. The rest of the siblings desperately envy Shi Qingxuan since they don't have loving biological family willing to go through hell for them. Nevertheless, Shi Qingxuan is such a likable person it's hard to resent him. He is another family members who doesn't hold any grudges against his siblings and loves them all equally (except for Shi Wudu, who is his absolute favorite).

He Xuan is number six (deceased). Shi Qingxuan is the only one able to see him and communicate with him. He Xuan absolutely despises Shi Wudu because of jealousy: he used to be closest to Shi Qingxuan and believes Shi Qingxuan doesn't pay him as much attention now.

Xie Lian is number seven and Jun Wu's favorite, which didn't win him any favors among the other siblings (actually Jun Wu made a conscious attempt to isolate Xie Lian from the rest of the family and make him dependent on Jun Wu's approval precisely because Xie Lian is really his favorite). Xie Lian didn't have super abilities but still wanted to be a superhero and save people like the rest of his siblings, which lead to him constatly arguing with Jun Wu. Eventually he was the first to leave the Academy. He lived with fengqing at first, then they broke up and went their own separate ways. The first year on his own was the most difficult, as Xie Lian couldn't find any job and barely had any food to eat. Officially it was because the whole family was homeschooled and Xie Lian lacked any certificate of education, but actually Jun Wu secretly did everything in his power to ensure no one would hire Xie Lian, hoping Xie Lian would "come to his senses" and come back home. However, Xie Lian was stubborn enough to survive and eventually get a stable job. He still doesn't have higher education because it's expensive and time-consuming, but his living conditions are better in the present.

At the start of the plot Jun Wu suddenly dies and the whole family (including Shi Wudu as Shi Qingxuan's moral support) comes to the funeral. Mu Qing tries to say that something about the death is suspicious (some of Jun Wu's documents are missing), but no one is willing to support him (to be fair, even if Jun Wu died from fifty knife wounds, the siblings would be like "eh, what a tragic accident, nothing suspicious here"). There are no timey-wimey shenanigans, just Mu Qing trying to investigate Jun Wu's death and the rest of the family reluctantly working with him or refusing to cooperate (i.e. Yin Yu doesn't tell where he spent the night of Jun Wu's death or where he works because he hasn't seen his siblings in years, they're practically strangers, and he doesn't want these strangers to come to his workplace or something, esp. since he works for a stalker obsessed with one of the aforementioned siblings). The family communicates, unearthes some old grudges and family secrets (fengqing spend two hours yelling at each other over a broken gameboy personally gifted by Jun Wu).

Xie Lian goes for a walk and accidentally meets a guy named San Lang (it was raining, Xie Lian didn't have an umbrella, so San Lang walked him to his apartment, Xie Lian invited him in and made him tea etc). They start dating. San Lang is very supportive of Xie Lian, spends a lot of time with him, makes him insanely personalised gifts. Fengqing are suspicious and try to convince Xie Lian that this guy is weird and his social network profiles seem fake. They even break into San Lang's appartment but find nothing out of the ordinary (they didn't have time to sneak into the attic and discover the Xie Lian Stalker Shrine).

Xie Lian starts seeing nightmares of a man in white clothes and white mask. He used to have these nightmares often in the past, when he was a child, then Jun Wu administered him some pills and the nightmares stopped. Xie Lian thinks this is his psyche's reaction to Jun Wu's death. When San Lang finds out, he offers to pay for the therapist sessions (Xie Lian refuses) and maybe adjust the dosage of the medicine (Xie Lian agrees to try). Soon Xie Lian runs out of the pills, forgets to get a new bottle, and San Lang convinces him to try to quit. Xie Lian feels better and also starts to suspect that he may have superpowers after all. San Lang and Xie Lian work together to try and develop Xie Lian's abilities. It doesn't really go anywhere until a tragic accident: Xie Lian and San Lang are attacked at the street, San Lang is injured (and looses his eye in the fight), Xie Lian uses his abilities to protect San Lang. San Lang now wears an eyepatch.

Fengqing still keep their investigation, find out that Yin Yu works for "San Lang" and that "San Lang"'s name is actually Hua Cheng. They come to Xie Lian with this information, but Xie Lian refuses to believe them. Fengqing and Xie Lian have a huge argument, remember every one of their old grudges, Xie Lian hotly says that San Lang is way better to him than his family and even helps him develop his abilities. Hua Cheng arrives in the middle of the argument, takes Xie Lian's side and throws fengqing out. In a conversation with Xie Lian he either denies the accusations or gives a rational explanation (i.e. "San Lang is my childhood nickname, I like it better than my name, that's why I never used my actual name with you").

The next day, once Mu Qing had a chance to calm down, he starts thinking: how come Xie Lian has abilities now? He decides Jun Wu must have known something and tries to look at Jun Wu's documents, finds evidence of Jun Wu knowing, but most of the information was in the documents that are missing. The other siblings deny having anything to do with it. Mu Qing turns to Ling Wen -- the AI developed by Jun Wu. Mu Qing, Ling Wen and Feng Xin manage to break into Jun Wu's computer, decode his files and access the security camera records.

Turns out, Jun Wu also had superpowers: he could get into other people's dreams and control their minds. He was the one who sent Xie Lian nightmares and made everyone forget Xie Lian had powers. He also documented everything and placed hidden cameras all over the house. Fengqing watch the records of the day Jun Wu died (there is only image but no sound) and see Hua Cheng break into Jun Wu's study room, find and read some of the documents. Jun Wu enters the room, it looks like he and Hua Cheng have an argument, Hua Cheng storms out taking the documents with him. After he leaves, Jun Wu clutches his chest and falls on the floor.

Fengqing go to speak to Xie Lian again, this time with the records. Xie Lian is shocked, but he believes them now. Together they search Hua Cheng's house, find Jun Wu's documents, which hold detailed descriptions of Xie Lian's abilities and how to access them. They also find the stalker shrine with paintings of Xie Lian, pictures of Xie Lian obviously taken without his knowledge, a couple of statues and some pornographic images of Xie Lian. Fengqing demand Xie Lian dumps "this creep" right this second, but Xie Lian still insists there must be a proper explanation. He even tries to call Hua Cheng. Eventually they reach a compromise: they need to go to Yin Yu and speak to him, since he works for Hua Cheng and must know something.

Yin Yu tells them the following: a long time ago, when Xie Lian was trying to be a superhero, he saved a young Hua Cheng. Ever since that time Hua Cheng became obsessed with Xie Lian, started gathering all available information about the Umbrella Academy, but there was nothing about Xie Lian there. After Shi Wudu's campain against Jun Wu the Academy's dirty laundry got into papers, Hua Cheng figured Xie Lian had been abused and it was Hua Cheng's turn to save him. However, by the time Hua Cheng finally had all the money and resources Xie Lian had long left the house and built himself a new life. Hua Cheng found him and started stalking him, taking pictures etc. He didn't try to meet Xie Lian in person because he was ashamed: he failed and didn't help Xie Lian when Xie Lian needed it most. Hua Cheng still employed Yin Yu and regularly questioned him about Xie Lian because he wanted to know every little detail. One of their conversations made him think of something he didn't share and start a secret project Yin Yu wasn't involved in. That's all he knows.

Fengqing are furious with Yin Yu for doing something like that to his sibling. Yin Yu yells at them, saying that even though Mu Qing, Feng Xin and Xie Lian had each other when they left they couldn't hold out long, and Yin Yu was completely on his own and Hua Cheng saved him. Fengqing don't know Hua Cheng, he's actually a good person, they shouldn't judge him by his hobbies. Xie Lian interferes saying they need to talk to Hua Cheng anyway, to question him about the circumstances of Jun Wu's death. Xie Lian calls Hua Cheng and invites him to the Academy mansion, fengqing gather the rest of their siblings. Together they interrogate Hua Cheng.

Hua Cheng doesn't deny the stalking but he denies being responsible for Jun Wu's death. According to him, his conversation with Yin Yu helped him guess Jun Wu was super shady, Hua Cheng managed to hack his computer, couldn't decypher the files but accessed the camera records and saw where Jun Wu kept his documents. He broke into Jun Wu's room, read his diaries, found out about Xie Lian's abilities and confronted Jun Wu about it, promising to disclose that information to Xie Lian. Hua Cheng "accidentally" ran into Xie Lian at the street, stole his medicine, hired some thugs to beat him in front of Xie Lian -- all to help Xie Lian unlock his powers.

Fengqing still believe Hua Cheng must be somehow responsible for Jun Wu's death. Yin Yu stands up for Hua Cheng and suggests Shi Qingxuan uses his ability to talk to Jun Wu's ghost and find out for certain. Shi Wudu is against that: he doesn't want Shi Qingxuan to talk to his abusive father, and it's hard for Shi Qingxuan to use his powers. However, Shi Qingxuan is willing to give it a try, mostly for Xie Lian's sake. He cannot summon Jun Wu's ghost, but he talks to the ghosts of Jun Wu's former friends, whom Jun Wu murdered and buried in the mansion's garden. The ghosts have haunted the mansion for a long time and have seen the confrontation with their own eyes. They confirm Hua Cheng's version of events.

Fengqing are still against Hua Cheng and don't want him anywhere near Xie Lian, but Xie Lian says he's not a child anymore, he won't let anyone else make decisions for him, and if fengqing want to stay in his life, they need to accept that. He's fine with having Hua Cheng as a partner, and his opinion is the only one that matters in this regard.

Hualian leave. A few days later Feng Xin comes to talk to Mu Qing: he believes Jun Wu died because he couldn't stand the thought of losing Xie Lian's love forever. Mu Qing has a different theory: Jun Wu deliberately stopped his own heart and killed himself, because he wanted Xie Lian to feel guilty for his death and to come back to the Academy because of that. Xie Lian personally thinks it doesn't matter: he has stopped looking for Jun Wu's approval a long time ago. Whatever Jun Wu's motives, he will not be able to ruin Xie Lian's life.

...

Cue the second season where the whole gang timetravels to 800 years ago, Xie Lian becomes an evil overlord with Hua Cheng being his right hand, Ling Wen tries to get a human body, Lang Qianqiu can copy other people's superabilities and Jun Wu turns out to be a literal alien.

Miscellaneous:

Mu Qing and Feng Xin are based on Luther and Diego, so their superpowers are superstrength and the ability to control projectiles respectively. Yin Yu can turn invisible, Quan Yizhen has superspeed, Shi Qingxuan speaks to the dead, He Xuan could summon tentacles, and Xie Lian is based on Vanya so he controls sound waves.

As a child, Xie Lian was closest to fengqing, Quan Yizhen adored Yin Yu (he still does), Shi Qingxuan and He Xuan were inseparable. In the present Shi Qingxuan is the only one in touch with all of the other siblings. Quan Yizhen is close to Xie Lian and constantly tries to give him money (he is also looking for Yin Yu). No one else is on speaking terms.

BTW, Xie Lian is trans, because a) why not, b) it was inspired by a fic with trans!Xie Lian and c) Xie Lian's plotline is based on Vanya's and Vanya is trans, fight me on this.

#tian guan ci fu #tgcf #the umbrella academy #tua #hualian #hualian's relationship is in no way healthy in this fic #they'll come to that point eventually #fusion/crossover

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strawberrysoup · 5 years ago

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Let’s Review || Chapter 1

Peter Parker knew that his big sister would do anything for him to be safe and happy. She’d given up everything for him twice over already and would do it again in a heartbeat. And that’s why, when the criminal mastermind Tony Stark started inextricably following him around, he didn’t say a word. Because he knew without a doubt Penny would do whatever she had to if it meant keeping Peter safe. He had to protect her, just like she always protected him. He never considered what would happen if Stark decided both Parker siblings were worth taking. Never considered who else in Stark’s inner circle would agree. He just wanted to protect her and yet somehow, they both ended up with needles in their necks

relationship: Steve Rogers/Original Female Character/Bucky Barnes, background Peter Parker/Tony Stark rating: Explicit warnings: Dark Steve Rogers, Dark Bucky Barnes, Dark Tony Stark, Dark Avengers, kidnapping, non-con/dub-con elements, underage Peter Parker, emotional and psychological abuse, very dark, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

This story is, as advertised, fucked up. It’s inspired by the recent influx of Dark!Steve and Dark!Tony fics and there is a lot of potentially triggering material so please read with caution. Our heroes are not heroes in this story; they’re criminals with limited to no consciences.

There weren’t many things that Penny Parker could really rely on. Her paychecks fluctuated unfathomably every two weeks, the electricity bill was never consistent, and for some reason even when she drove her car dry it never took the same amount of gas to fill the tank. Peter’s class schedule seemed to change every time she asked about it, his after-school club activities were never on the same day, and why did she have to sign this report card but not last quarter’s, Pete? Consistency was something she’d learned not to hope for. Mostly she kept her fingers crossed that things would somehow work out to her advantage, day by day.

For the most part, it did. She’d dropped out of high school when uncle Ben died to start working, to help support aunt May and Peter. It had taken three years to get her GED between the three jobs she worked, but she managed. GED accomplished, she checked off that box on her mental list and signed up for night classes at the local community college. It was hard, but she could make it work. Then aunt May had died.

Custody of 14 year old Peter Parker had been hotly contested, as Penny had only been 21 at the time of aunt May’s death. Technically, she was an adult. She had two jobs, a steady income, an apartment, a decent credit score. Somehow, like most things in her life, it had just kind of worked out and she was granted sole custody of her younger brother. She’d dropped her night classes, picked up a third job overnight, and kept her fingers crossed that social services never asked why her “two bedroom apartment” only had one bedroom.

Semi-decent luck was the only thing that really kept her life running, and by extension Peter’s. She knew it would wear off someday, she’d been granted the lion’s share of good fortune in Queens when it came to looking after her brother and it wasn’t super fair. She just didn’t think it would end so spectacularly. The end of the luck was supposed to be a low, painful fizzle.

Instead, it was a flashbang that started with Peter acting like a cokehead. Peter had never been a particularly twitchy kid; Penny had leeched all the chaotic energy from their mother’s womb and left the intelligence behind for her kid brother. Over the course of several months though, he’d begun jumping at the drop of a hat. Penny would turn the corner into the kitchen and startle him so badly he’d have an asthma attack. If she even glanced at his phone when a notification lit up the screen he’d lose his mind, accusing her of not respecting his privacy and dart away into his room. Asking if he needed anything from the store was suddenly the Spanish Inquisition and god forbid she offer him a ride to school.

Because she’d graciously left all the IQ points for Peter, Penny had a tendency to do stupid things. Like assume Peter’s behavior was because he had gotten a girlfriend or was just going through usual teenage boy hormones that made him act like a jackass. Luckily the dumbass wasn’t actually a cokehead, considering he still blanched whenever she had weed in the house, but fuck if he wasn’t acting like a freak. It came to a head when she happened to be coming home from her second job at the same time he was getting home from one of his after-school club meetings.

She hadn’t been sure what she was seeing at first. It was definitely Peter, he’d hit a growth spurt finally and started to put on some height and muscle mass but was still a lanky little shit, and he was arguing with a man in a suit who was walking next to him. Both were being followed by a slow-moving car with blacked out windows and no front license plate. Peter’s body language was uncomfortable, arms crossed over his chest, shoulders angled away from the man and tucked in, eyes down.

When Penny called out to Peter, the man had gotten into the backseat of the black car which promptly drove away. Her brother had gone red in the face and ran up the steps to their apartment complex without waiting for her to catch up, locking himself in the bedroom and refusing to come out when she followed him in. She’d given up on being the casual guardian, the cool big sister who let him live his life. Penny had begged him to come out, to tell her what was going on. She just wanted to help, how could she help him if he wouldn’t talk to her?

It had started with simple answers, after Penny had started to cry, through the door.

Who was that man? Tony Stark.

What did he want with Peter? To offer him a job.

Why were they arguing? Because Peter rejected the offer.

He was lying. Penny knew what it sounded like, the way his voice changed. She’d been glued to his side since their parents died when she was 13 and it had only gotten worse with uncle Ben’s passing. Peter was lying through his teeth and Penny had no idea why, no idea what to do. Helplessness had settled over her shoulders like a lead blanket, her chest tightening. If Peter was willing to lie to her, then whatever was happening with Tony Stark was really, really bad. And she had no fucking idea what to do.

***

“JARVIS, bring up Peter’s file.”

The voice cut through the silence of the car like a shot, Happy glancing at the man in the backseat through the rearview mirror questioningly. Usually his boss was in a pretty good mood after having harassed the high school kid he’d become obsessed with over the last several months, but the tone of his voice said otherwise.

“Of course, sir,” the AI responded dutifully from the Stark phone, a document appearing on the screen, “anything in particular, sir?”

“Peter told me he was emancipated after his aunt’s death and that he lived alone. I think my boy’s lying to me, J,” Tony’s voice was lower than usual, irritation apparent in his stony expression.

“Straight home, boss?” Happy asked quietly, humming in response when the man in the backseat nodded.

“Records show that Peter Parker is under the guardianship of one Penelope Parker, 24 years of age, relation: sister.”

“So he did lie to me,” Tony ran a hand over his goatee, sighing through the motion in disappointment before anger overcame him again, “You mean he lives in that shithole with someone? She’s supposed to be taking care of him, that place is a fucking drug den!”

“The police have indeed responded to 23 calls involving illicit drug use in that apartment complex in the last 10 days, sir. Another 10 calls were answered in response to domestic violence, 5 calls in regards to loitering, 7 calls in—”

“Thank you, JARVIS,” he waved his hand impatiently before the AI could recite every reason his boy shouldn’t be living in such a fucking pigsty, “tell me more about Penelope.”

The name was said with enough venom that Happy’s eyebrows went up, glancing once again at his boss in the rearview mirror as he navigated through the congested New York City streets.

“Penelope Parker, 24 years of age, born in New York City, New York. Dropped out of high school at 16, accomplished a GED at 19. Currently employed at Little Hands Daycare, Starbucks Coffee, and Kroger’s. Owner of a 2001 Toyota Camry, license plate 605-CEG, rents a one-bedroom apartment in Queens for $1,200 a month, credit score of 713, 1 speeding ticket, no medical insurance—”

“Stop,” Tony grit his teeth, tilting his head from side to side to crack his neck, “a one-bedroom apartment. No medical insurance. Didn’t even graduate from fucking high school. How the hell did she get custody of my boy?”

“Custody of Peter Parker went to his closest living relative, with the stipulation that social services kept up regular visits on account of the young age of the guardian. Records show that visits kept up for roughly 3 months before ending.”

“3 fucking months, those useless fucks,” it came out as a snarl, “look up the case workers, I want their names. And their heads. On a platter. Get a lock on their wifi signal, I want to know what they’re doing at all times. I already have a tracker on Peter, hack into the GPS on Penelope’s phone and keep track of her too.”

“The phone number listed on Ms. Parker’s work forms is a prepaid burner with no GPS capabilities. I can use triangulation to pick up on her general location when she connects to cell phone towers.”

“Seriously, a burner phone? Is she a drug dealer?” Tony’s eyes shot up to meet Happy’s in the mirror, “Oh my god is my baby’s guardian a drug dealer?”

“There is no evidence of any misconduct on the part of Ms. Parker, sir,” JARVIS stated calmly, despite the edge of infuriated panic from Tony, “she has no arrest record or suspicious activity.”

“That doesn’t mean anything and you know it JARVIS,” Tony pressed his head back into the cushion behind him, squeezing his eyes shut, “I’ve got to get him out of there, sooner rather than later. Happy, once we get home, start coordinating with Rhodey for extraction plans. JARVIS, keep an eye on any activity on their WiFi network.”

“Shall I connect to the webcam on the laptop computer, sir?”

“And the camera on my baby boy’s phone,” on his own phone, Tony opened his picture gallery to swipe through the images he already had of Peter, a small smile taking over his mouth in the process, “Keep any recorded video for at least 24 hours, let me know if anything interesting happens.”

“Of course, sir.”

“Happy, let’s get everyone ready for my boy’s homecoming,” Tony stated, shifting in his seat as they pulled into the private garage beneath Stark Tower, “its coming up sooner than we anticipated.”

***

Penny had started googling Tony Stark the moment she realized Peter wasn’t going to part with anymore information. The longer she sat in front of the laptop, the more panic began to grow in her chest.

Tony Stark was a bad man. A very, very bad man who made very, very dangerous weapons and had lots of very, very important and powerful people in his back pocket. There was no real evidence, of course. None of his misdeeds could be proven in court, none of the weapons he invented could be traced to his company, none of the people he practically owned would even admit to knowing the man. He was incredibly powerful and so fucking dangerous that Penny’s teeth ached at the thought of him even being near her baby brother.

“Fuck,” she muttered dragging both hands through her dark brown hair, “fuck, fuck, fuck.”

There was no reason for a man like Tony Stark to be offering Peter a job. Sure, Peter was smarter than anyone she’d ever met. The kid’s IQ had to be off the charts, he’d gotten into that insanely expensive private science school in Midtown. But there was no reason for Tony Stark to recruit a high school senior, even if he was a budding genius.

“What are you doing Pen?” Peter’s voice was raspy from crying and the sound made Penny jump, turning in her seat to look at the teenager behind her.

“I’m…,” she glanced guiltily at the laptop before sighing, “I didn’t know who Tony Stark was off the top of my head. I had to look him up.”

Peter quickly reached out and closed the internet browser before shutting the lid of the laptop, running his hand through his hair in a way rather reminiscent of his sister, “You shouldn’t google him, he’s got enough of an ego that he probably gets an alert every time his name comes up.”

Penny bit her lip, rubbing her hands together in her lap before gathering as much courage as she could and pushing out the chair at the table next to her, “we need to talk, Pete. I need you to tell me the truth about why he was talking to you, no bullshit. I can’t help you if I don’t know the situation.”

The teenager hesitated for all of 30 seconds before dropping into the chair, his expression one of dismay, “I can’t tell you anything, Penny. Its too dangerous, he could hurt you—”

“I’m not worried about me, Peter,” she cut him off, hand rising when he started to open his mouth again, “Stop. Listen. Its my job to take care of you, to keep you safe. Start from the top, how did you meet Tony Stark?”

Another hesitation, eyes darting away from her face before he answered, “on accident. He saw me on the street, I was looking for a job at one of the coffee shops near school.”

Penny held her tongue, refusing to lecture him on getting a job and derailing the current conversation, “and he approached you?”

“Yeah,” Peter rubbed a hand over the back of his head, “Asked me my name, about my uniform. Asked me if I liked science since I went to a special school. I thought it was cool, he runs a research and development laboratory. Then he started… showing up in different places.”

“You think he was in those places deliberately?” The question was a quiet prompt when Peter seemed to clam up and he nodded in response.

“It was weird, but I… I liked the attention,” it was whispered, tears gathering in his eyes as shame built in his chest, “He told me how, how smart I was and how impressed he was by me. Talked to me about science and then just… about me. He wanted to know what kinds of things I liked to do for fun, what kind of movies I liked. I kind of thought we were friends but then…”

“Its okay, Peter,” Penny reached out and grabbed both of his hands in hers carefully, tears in her eyes as well, “what happened then?”

“He started getting handsy,” he murmured, a shiver going down his spine, “at first it was just, just like him putting his hand on my back when we walked through a door. Or he’d put his arm over the back of my chair and touch my shoulder. It was weird because he was an adult but… he’s handsome, Pen. He’s really, really handsome and I was excited because he was interested in me for some reason but now I realize that it wasn’t good and it’s not good and I shouldn’t have let him and I’m so sorr—”

“Don’t say sorry, Pete,” a quiet sob escaped Penny’s mouth and she covered it with her hand, the other still clutching at his, “Don’t apologize, you have done nothing wrong. Oh God, Peter, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I noticed that you’d started acting differently but I passed it off. Oh my God, I should’ve talked to you so much sooner. I should’ve asked what was going on. How long has this been going on, Peter?”

He was quiet for so long that another sob was ripped from Penny’s lips and she shot forward, dragging her little brother into a nearly suffocating hug. Fuck, fuck how long had that piece of shit been conditioning her little brother. That fucking pedophile how long had he been stalking her little brother. Fuck the age of consent in New York, fuck the law, Peter was a baby—he was a fucking child.

“You don’t have to answer, Peter, its okay,” it was a soft whisper, her hand carding through his hair while he cried against her, “I’m going to figure something out, okay? I don’t know what yet, but I’m going to make sure that he leaves you alone. I’m going to take care of this, I’m going to take care of you.”

“You can’t, Penny,” his cries were breathy and quiet, “you can’t take care of me this time, he’ll hurt you—”

Penny couldn’t say it out loud, because Peter would lose his mind, but Penny would let Tony Stark murder her in front of an audience if it meant he’d leave Peter alone. Every promise she’d ever made, to her mother on her deathbed, to aunt May on hers, was to keep Peter safe. To make sure he had every opportunity. Peter was so smart, he had so much potential, if she could just give him the chance, if she could just get him to the point where he could make something of himself—then she would consider her life perfect. She’d die knowing she had done her job, she’d opened the gates for her brother’s success.

“I’ll figure it out Peter, one way or another.”

#steve rogers x oc x bucky barnes #steve rogers x oc #bucky barnes x oc #dark!steve rogers #dark!bucky barnes #dark!tony stark #background starker #dark!mcu #let's review #let's review chapter 1

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nami-writes · 4 years ago

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Bittersweet Reunion - Watch Dogs: Legion [WIP]

(can you tell i had no clue what to name this)

so i wrote this after i played wdl and finished the finding bagley mission bc i loved that there was a canon mlm pairing and i thought the whole meeting bradley thing was Incredibly unsatisfying so i did this and originally i was gonna have bagley and arthur get back together but then it started writing itself and bagley wouldnt date arthur bc that’d go against his morals and i was like shit thats not what i planned but also i realized it was in character so this is that disaster lmao

“I’m ready for the rest of my life, Arthur. And I want you to be a part of it.”

The sixth audio file ended with what sounded like a kiss, and Lindsey had to pause to take it in. Bagley had really had a life— a lover. A lover he had to leave behind.

“Arthur… I should remember more about him. But I don’t.”

It sounded so rushed, so nonchalant, that Lindsey knew better than to believe his tone and even Bagley himself knew it. Because, truth was, he was processing the same things Lindsey was and more. He really was damned to eternity, being a human turned AI and all, because now he was experiencing quite a lot of thoughts and certainly not enjoying it. Where was Arthur now? Did he still remember him? Did he miss him? Why was Bagley even wondering if his not-boyfriend still missed him?

Some part of his human half wondered if it’s possible to find Arthur again, meet the person his past self was so deeply in love with that now he found himself longing for him too.

“Sir—”

“Don’t touch me!”

Bagley was pulled out of the thoughts growing less and less artificial by the second as the next audio file began, already far more emotionally charged than the ones prior.

“These people are here to help you, Bags—”

“Don’t call me that!”

He’s snappish and frustrated and angry and current Bagley could almost feel it too. There’s more struggling as Bagley— past Bagley— seemed to be fighting someone off.

“She did this! Someone stop her!”

‘She’ must’ve been Skye Larsen, who else could it have been? He wanted to hope Natalie would listen— just listen, goddammit, this was all Skye’s fault, don’t you know what she’s done?— but he knew it was no use. They didn’t know. Natalie didn’t know. Not a fucking soul knew what she did to him.

“Don’t hurt him! He’s not usually like this!”

“Get out of my head! Get o—”

His voice died out as more noise played, then an unfamiliar voice called for an ambulance.

“Bags. Bagley. Bra—”

And it ended there.

“I’m assuming that ‘she’ was Skye Larsen,” he said to Lindsey. “Seems like the usual suspect where brain fuckery is concerned.” As controlled as he usually was, not even he could keep the slightest bit of anger out of his voice by the end of his sentence.

The next audio file began with a man explaining that Bagley had early on-set dementia, which intrigued him because it didn’t explain when exactly Skye got her hands on him. Then the sister from prior audio files spoke with that same strangely familiar voice, just as demanding as before. “You listen to me. I don’t care what it takes. No brother of mine is going to waste away in some hospital.”

Something was wrong. There was a piece missing somewhere between those memories and he had an idea of where it could be found.

Skygarden.

“Why do I have a feeling we’re not up here to reminisce?” The audio began as Lindsey snapped the last photo.

“Right. I’ve been thinking a lot about your epilepsy.” The sister. Of course. He still couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but she sounded awfully familiar, but not in a good way. In a this-person-has-the-same-name-as-my-primary-school-bully way.

“That’s nice. My doctors stopped thinking about it years ago. I had to give up so much because of it. Rowing, my mates, my…” A sigh followed after he trailed off and he had a feeling that that sigh replaced the word ‘boyfriend.’

“I’m sorry, Bradley.” Bradley. That name sounded familiar. Come to think of it, that must’ve been what Natalie called him in the seventh audio file just before it cut off. He supposed it sounded familiar because, well, it is— was— his name, but there was something more to it. He just couldn’t figure out what. He ran a quick search for Bradleys in London, but of course that left him with thousands of Bradleys and not a single clue as to how to filter out the useless ones.

“Wow. Look at you using my real name for once. I must be truly fucked.” Fucked was an understatement. How did he go from a human to nothing more than an AI? It wasn’t that he was unhappy as an AI, especially considering he worked for DedSec and they were wonderful, they really were, but to think he was once human…

“What if I told you I had something that could work?”

Something deep inside of him that vaguely resembled a computerized heart dropped at those words. He had a bad, bad feeling about this.

“Ha. Never knew you were funny.”

But Skye Larsen created him, didn’t she?

“I’m not. It’s a tech we’re developing. It’s early stages, but… have you ever heard of neural mapping?”

“No.” No, it couldn’t be.

“Here. Let’s go to my lab. I’ll show you.”

Who was this sister?

“Lead the way, Skye.”

And the audio ended.

“I was Skye Larsen’s brother.” It was strange to say out loud. “I’m Bradley. Bradley Larsen.” That was why she sounded so familiar. That was why Skye Larsen was his creator. Fuck. “Bradley Larsen…” He returned to his search for Bradleys and narrowed it down to one Bradley Larsen, brother of Skye Larsen, son of Sinead and Kevin Larsen. “I’ve found a room pre-paid through to April 4, 2040 under the name of Bradley Larsen— paid for by S. Larsen.” Skye.

“So you might still be alive,” Lindsey said. “Where’s the room?”

He checked his databases. “St. Pancras Hotel.”

And when she arrived, it was no less than what he expected, if less than what he wanted.

He left not quite satisfied.

But what else could he do? His father was gone and his mother and sister were dead. He checked his deep profiler and found Natalie through Bradley, but it seemed she was dead as well. And then— Arthur Jenkins, former spouse.

“I think I’ve found Arthur from the sixth audio file,” he said. “Mind getting him for me?”

“Say the word, Bags,” Lindsey said.

He found his schedule and looked for his soonest outing. “He’ll be at Crosier & Cherry Tree at 8 PM.” There was a tinge of sadness in his voice at the location that they both decided to ignore.

He checked the rest of Arthur’s profile, too curious to resist. His photo was attached. To his surprise, Arthur was a curly-haired ginger. Apparently Bradley had known more people with no souls than just Skye Larsen. Age 29, worked as a bartender at Crosier & Cherry— that was why he’d be there. Associated with Melissa Phillips, friend; Natalie Walker, deceased friend; and Bradley Larsen, former spouse. Metadata… looking through it could’ve broken his heart if he had one.

He had countless searches involving dementia up until he was 28 and had hundreds of recorded visits to St. Pancras Hotel, Bradley’s room. Hundreds of visits that, when he accessed the records, seemed to just… stop. Daily-to-weekly visits simply vanished into none. Numerous phone calls to Skye Larsen that Bagley could only assume were angry and accusational because he was charged for harassment due to a complaint from Skye on the same day he stopped visiting.

He tried. He really tried, and then Skye fucked it all up like she always does.

“Bagley, I’ve found him.” He turned his attention to Lindsey’s Optik and, sure enough, he could see the ginger in the photo through the glass window. “Want me to bring him back to the Hackerspace?”

He considered it, but bringing him back would’ve meant involving the others. This was just a one-time thing. “No, just— could you get him somewhere I could talk privately with him?”

“Sure thing.” He watched as she entered the pub and approached Arthur at the counter.

“‘Ello, mate, what can I get for you?” he asked, uncannily cheery with a smile on his face. Something told Bagley this should’ve made him feel… something, but he felt not even a twinge of recognition from anywhere other than the photo on his digital profile.

“I’m here to talk to you, actually,” Lindsey said.

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow and took a second to look her over a second time, his customer service smile fading into skepticism. “Do I know you?”

“No, but I know someone you do. Mind if we talk somewhere else?”

He shrugged. “S��pose not. Better get it on with, then, I’ve got to get back to work.”

Shit. Time was running out and they were already heading to a back room and Bagley hadn’t a fucking clue what to say so when he was cast onto the nearest unwatched telly before Lindsey left, all he could think to say was “Hello, Arthur.”

And then there was a silence where Bagley was internally cursing himself for being such a bloody idiot and Arthur looked like either he was about to drop to his knees in awe or he had shit himself. And then he broke the silence.

“Bradley?” His eyes were lit up with hope, hope Bagley knew he’d have to destroy because he wasn’t Bradley, not really. But he’d worry about that later.

“Oh, Gods, that’s going to be my version of Bradley’s stupid nickname, isn’t it? Though, if you ask me, Bagley is a perfectly good name,” he remarked. He had no idea how to properly handle a situation in which he was meeting the lover he had in a past life, so, naturally, he reverted to his usual self. Arthur was in love with him before, he can put up with him again.

Arthur chuckled, cracking a smile. “Now I know you aren’t Bradley. He hated that nickname.” He took another moment to comprehend what just happened. “But, really, how? How are you— what are you? What is” —he gestured vaguely at the TV screen— “this?”

“That’s a funny story, actually, see—”

“Bradley,” Arthur interrupted him, his smile turning solemn. “I’m serious. Last time I saw you, you were in a bloody wheelchair! What happened to you?”

There was another silence where Bagley tried to think of something ‘serious’ to say, but his actual response felt much more natural to him.

“Don’t call me that,” he said, a feigned grumble but unseen smile in his voice, “that’s not my name.”

And at that, not even Arthur could keep a straight face, but his smile didn’t last long. “Bags. Please. I need answers. I was so sure it was that bitch Skye— sorry, I know she’s your sister and all, but— I spent so long searching for ways to help you and trying to get her to fucking stop— you only ended up in the bloody hospital after she got involved and then she wouldn’t let me keep seeing you and I couldn’t—” His voice broke then and he had to pause, clear his throat and collect himself. “I’m sorry, I tried, I didn’t want to stop visiting. I really didn’t. I’m sorry.”

Bagley didn’t know how to tell him it was all in vain; Skye won in the end, she always did, and he didn’t even remember being Bradley or knowing Arthur at all. As far as he remembered, he’d only known Arthur for five minutes.

“Bagley?”

“It doesn’t matter.” There was no use in prolonging it.

“...What?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he repeated. “I’m not Bradley.”

“Are you mad? Of course you’re Bradley.’

“No, I’m not. Bradley is still in St. Pancras. I’m Bagley.”

Arthur gave a confused chuckle and crossed his arms. “What are you talking about?”

“It was Skye,” he finally said. “It’s a long story, really, but in simpler terms, she tried to fix Bradley’s epilepsy through a process called neural mapping. It essentially separated his consciousness from his body, which gave him dementia and took my human body. I’m his consciousness, but I’m not him.”

Arthur didn’t respond. He seemed to still be processing what he’d just heard.

“And I’m sorry to say, but my memory was wiped not long after my creation. I don’t… remember anything about being Bradley.” He paused. Arthur knew what that meant, and he knew that his next sentence was going to confirm it. “I don’t remember anything about you.”

Arthur took far longer to respond than Bagley would’ve liked. “So you’re—” He stopped. “So Bradley’s really gone.”

“Unfortunately so.”

More silence. “Then why are you here?”

That was a good question, actually. Why was he here?

“I suppose I came to say goodbye,” Bagley said. “Give you some closure on Bradley, so you know what happened. I know you two were quite close.”

He scoffed. “Close is an understatement.” His voice softened. “We were going to get married,” he said. “At least, I think we were. If Skye hadn’t gotten involved— if I’d only had the time— I was going to propose. Had a ring in mind and everything. I’m fairly sure Bradley knew, too. I just wanted us to have that one thing before… before it was too late.”

Bagley had to take a second to let it sink in. In a past life, he’d almost gotten married. How much had he missed out on as a human because of Skye? His voice was solemn as he spoke, a first for him. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be.” Arthur offered no elaboration before something else seemed to cloud his mind. Silence seemed to be something both of them were good at. Bagley considered directly asking what was on his mind, but Arthur spoke before he could decide. “Can I ask something of you?”

“Ask away. I’ve only got the rest of my non-life.”

“...Could we try it again?” he asked, hesitation in his words. At Bagley’s confused silence, he uncrossed his arms, a willing show of vulnerability. “I mean, could we try… us, again? I know you don’t remember anything about me or Bradley and you’re not Bradley, I know that, but— maybe something good could come out of it. Maybe— maybe we could still have something.”

“You want us to…” He trailed off, thinking it over. By ‘something,’ he meant a relationship, but— could he be in a relationship? He was still an AI. He wasn’t Bradley. He wasn’t even attracted to Arthur. Hell, he wasn’t even sure he could feel attraction, if that was built into his operating system. Everything in him wanted to say no, it would never work out. An AI taking part in human affairs was a recipe for disaster.

“We could start from the beginning,” Arthur added, as if he knew what Bagley was thinking before he even said it. “I know you don’t really know me so we can start out just friends, nothing more. We can take it as slow as you want and if you decide there’ll never be anything more, we can just stay as friends if that’s what you’re comfortable with. But if you think there can be more, we can try that.”

It was tempting, but… Arthur was still human. And Bagley was not. “Arthur, I’m not sure I was made for this.”

“Then let’s find out,” he said. “I’m okay with anything you are.”

“No, I mean I’m not sure I was made to feel attraction. I believe that’s a fairly important part of relationships,” Bagley said with a hint of humor in the last sentence, though it disappeared by the next. “I’ve never felt that way toward anyone and I’m not sure you’ll be an exception.”

He sighed. “Bags. It doesn’t matter to me whether you like me as a friend or as a boyfriend. What matters is whether or not you’re comfortable with me. I didn’t fall in love with your attraction. I fell in love with you.”

“You fell in love with Bradley,” he corrected. “Not me.”

Regardless of how tempting the offer was and how curious he was to see the extent of his human capabilities, it’d only be an experiment. A trial run of a relationship with someone who was only willing because he was still attached to the person Bagley no longer was. It would be cruel to take advantage of Arthur’s hope for his own curiosity— no different from what Skye did to Bradley. He might’ve had his human body stripped from him, but he still had his humanity.

“Arthur, I’m not Bradley,” he said. “And I know it’s hard to accept, but I can’t be the person you want me to be.”

#wdl #wdl fanfic #unfinished writing #writing #fanfic #wdl bagley

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idiotwhotalkstoomuch · 5 years ago

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“One of the darker ideas I came up with” I say again again as I get more and more inspiration for more and more despair

So this concept involves me giving Shuichi that good despair cause when you love a character you either fill them with wholesome hope or horrible despair. Inspired by the first case of DRV3 and the fifth case of another game I can’t name cause spoilers to whoever wishes to learn

Back on my bullshit tagging @lonely-lgbt-writer because at this point it’s tradition

Naehinahara headcannons

* The protags were in the Big Killing game with sort of a twist I won’t say yet cause I wanna see if can shock anyone

* It was desperation hour after the deaths of Sakura, Nekomaru, Gundham, Miu and Gonta. Only 20 students remained and Nagito and Kokichi were being crazier than usual

* Groups of students were investigating or keeping morale to never forget the people of the fourth cases

* Shuichi was working with Kyoko Kirigiri to hopefully combine the minds of two Ultimate Detectives and find out who the mastermind is

* There was a lead! Time to tell the others- WHAT THE F U C K!?!

* A BODY HAS BEEN DISCOVERED

* Makoto was stabbed in the chest and was laying on the ground with loads of evidence leading to a certain someone.....

* Hajime Hinata

* Shuichi tried to find Hajime for a while and when he fails he concludes he just needs to get evidence to prove Hajime’s innocence cause there was N O way he killed Makoto

* They only found Hajime later on (about 5 minutes before class trial) near the incinerator with gloves on

* It’s pretty damning in the eyes of the group except Shuichi and Kyoko who are calling suss on this evidence

* Hajime is scaringly quiet about Makoto’s death along with everyone accusing him hardly speaking at all only having said “Shuichi”, “Makoto” and “Prove it”

* Most of the group refuses to believe Shuichi’s claims on grounds of “bias” (which is way too damn fair) with exceptions like Sonia and Himiko who have no real argument on it

* Later on when Hajime seems like he’s finally about to say something Monokuma ends the trial declaring time over and saying there should’ve been MORE than enough evidence to prove the blackened already

* Shuichi loudly protests but Monokuma is having none of it and declares voting time

* Out of spite, Shuichi voted Nagito who mocked Hajime about the murder but his one clearly wasn’t enough to stop the overwhelming votes for Hajime

* Hajime is still blank faced and empty even after being declared the blackened and after everyone tries to provoke something out of him, Kaito straight up moves over to punch Hajime and when he does

* *COUGH*

* Blood suddenly pours out of Hajime’s mouth as he clutched his stomach where he was punched and unable to stop the blood flow

* *CUE A LOT OF FREAKING OUT*

* Shuichi quickly runs over to Hajime’s side to try and help him and Hajime moves to Shuichi and says

* “S-Shuichi.... I-I nee....d to..... tell you..... s-something*

* As Hajime covers his mouth from all the blood, Shuichi looks at him very attentively as Hajime says

* “M-Makoto he.... found..... the.... m-mastermind”

* Those words caught the attention of everyone in the courtroom as Hajime wrapped his arms around Shuichi trying to speak up as he laid his head against him

* “T-the m-mastermind ....................”

* His eyes go dead as blood simply trickles off him now and his arms loosen from around Shuichi as his body goes cold

* Shuichi quietly calls out for him first and his calls grow increasingly frantic as he desperately tries to get a response from Hajime

* [Shuichi’s silent whispers had suddenly become frantic shouts and begging for Hajime to respond as it became clearer and clearer to the group that Hajime Hinata, a reserve course student of Hope’s peak academy had passed on from what appeared to be poison]

* Puhuhuhuhu..........

* Shuichi glares At Monokuma while furiously crying as he gripped onto Hajime’s body with Kaito not even being able to come up with something to console him

* “Awwww poooooooooor Hajime.... he knew too much and couldn’t cut free from any regrets before his inevitable death! How despairing....”

* Monokuma asks Shuichi to hand over Hajime’s body so he can execute it and as he refuses to let go, Monokuma threatens to either let him execute the body or kill everyone in the room

* Reluctantly, Shuichi gives Monokuma the body as Hajime’s corpse was executed

* Shuichi leaves the courtroom after the execution without a word and Kaito and Maki run after him

* Of course thanks to some encouraging pep talks and support he snaps out his furious despair and begins mourning as he grips onto his shoulder where Hajime spent his last moments before dying

* Later on, Kyoko accuses Hajime of being the mastermind causing very violent reactions because Hajime had already been disrespected enough with his bloody CORPSE being executed

* That’s when the Izuru Kamukura bomb comes in and she claims that Hajime was an AI version of the mastermind that was used as a mere pawn to take the mastermind’s spot as a student which would explain why he murdered Makoto and the strange poison that ended his life

* When Izuru appears he applauds Kyoko on her intelligence and as Shuichi stares at him shocked and revealed the whole Hajime situation

* He had become a self aware AI after Nagito crap talked him and Makoto’s investigation results and this was when Izuru decided he was useless to him

* The reason why the murder was so poorly planned was the fact that Hajime was trying to defy his programming and after murdering Makoto decided to do his best to get caught out of guilt

* He was ill because Izuru found fighting him a waste of time and decided to murder him since he was still registered as “human” in the simulation he would have blood and Hajime was gonna be something purely to horrify the group at that point

* Shuichi is in shock at the circumstances behind Makoto and Hajime’s death and had despaired but of course they manage to squirm their way to a lol hope ending (anything involving Makoto has a lol hope ending)

Yeah I hate my brain too

#danganronpa #makoto naegi #hajime hinata #izuru kamukura #shuichi saihara #naehinahara

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imagine-what-would-happen · 5 years ago

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Since the Beginning (Ben Solo Fan Fiction Part 5)

Hey everyone! Short little chapter but I’m really satisfied with how it turned out! I hope you are too! Enjoy! Let me know if any of you want to be tagged on further installments!

Words: 1.8k+

Warning: Swearing.

Tags: @bensoloslover

Link to Part 4

Link to Part 6

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Ben wasn’t quite sure what time it was. The shed was relatively small and dark - musty most of all, he saw quite a few spare robotic pieces laying around. It was the graveyard of the metallic. He carefully eased his way around the piles and heaps of dormant AIs, trying not to damage any. He fe like a dancer making his way around nearly on his tip toes in the dark, staggering back and forth to get to the right spot to sit and begin. He had himself cornered and looked upon the severed parts of once living droids. It was obvious to Ben that the Resistance didn’t have a proper droid mechanic, or else all of these poor souls wouldn’t be left for dead.

Ben was one of the few people he knew in his life who believed that droids were alive. Perhaps not in the same ways as many different species he knew, but nevertheless with all the different forms of life in the galaxy, why should the metallic forms be considered less than? Ben had come across plenty of biological life forms in his life time that were less alive than androids were when up and running.

For just a moment Ben let himself imagine. He imagined that he didn’t have Force abilities, his parents were nobodies, that maybe, just maybe his destiny wasn’t drawn out for him since before he was born. Ever since he was a child he had more or less of an understanding that there were expectations thrust upon him that weren’t for other children. He often fantasized of being a mechanic, or a doctor, or superhero.

Ben had learned quickly that Jedi were not heroes. They were self proclaimed that was for sure, but they were not true heroes. They always stated that they knew best, that they would know what to do, or know someone’s heart - deep down. It was all horse-shit. They were stubborn accusers who couldn’t think without their master’s help, guiding them towards whatever agenda was in store. It made Ben sick to think that he was so close to becoming one of them.

In Ben’s fantasies now, he would have helped the Resistance because it was the right thing to do.

He knew these people were fighting for freedom, for love, for everything they wanted out of life that was good. Ben knew that more than anyone. Thats exactly why he could never tell Leia off. How do you tell someone to stop doing the right thing and instead pay attention to you? To put you above everything else?

He would have been the Resistance’s droid mechanic, very simple, he would have friends here, he would have a place to call home, he would have something to fight for, not just something to fight against.

He was letting his fantasies get the best of him while his hands did what they did best, running over the cold metal, the plastic wiring. Tools were scattered around him as if a hurricane had come and gone several times over. Light from above him waved back and forth, at first irritating but soon it was a rhythm he could fall behind. Fairly soon after he had entered the dark shed he found a flashlight and made it into a make shift lamp hanging from the ceiling, tying it all the way up on the ceiling using the Force, an old nail, and some spare useless wires. He had rid his long sleeve from his body after beginning his work and stayed in just a tank top, brushing his locks back every now and then. As concentration became more and more fervent within him he began to sweat just slightly, there was a severe lack of air flowing through the shed. But Ben refused to keep the doors open. He refused to let the others see what he was doing, at on point or another, among all the broken pieces the shed became a safe space for him.

He enjoyed being in the shed, the feeling of bringing something back to life was one he would not soon forget. It was so easy to break things, to kill, to feel that snap within your grasp. With a flick of his wrist, a memory overpowering all his senses, and emotion taking all control of his body - letting him only be a passenger in what was the firey rage he was known for, upon he Supremacy. It was the type of power that made others bow before you, to cower and shiver with fear from your mere glance at them. That was what he had become.

It was another thing entirely to bring something to life, help it on its way, to have the patience and understanding it needed. To have the love that it craved. It was beauty at its finest, at its purest. If there was one thing he lacked greatly in his life, it was beauty. Ben didn’t care for the stupid standards of beauty different planets set out for some strange reason. As cliche as it was, he cared about small beauties such as the ones he found in this shed; such as the one he lacked from his mother, as a child.

For the first time in, well he didn’t know how long, Ben smiled when the first droid’s eyes lit up brightly, illuminating the majority of the shed - the biggest and cheesiest smile he could. It felt good, it was a high he craved so desperately. Slowly he began helping the droid with taking steps, adjusting its hinges, rewiring, polishing them to remove the possibility of mold. After the first one was computing everything nicely Ben began on the next one and so on. He lost himself in the life illuminating around him.

After several more hours Ben’s laughter erupted from him as he spoke to a few of the robots who could communicate with him easily enough, even the ones that beeped. He had relative ease reprogramming the level one and two droids, they made up the majority of the bots who were abandoned here. “Really? What was it like?” He asked the level three he was hovering over, trying his best to be as gentle as possible while rewiring and screwing parts in.

“It was quite frightening in fact, Master Solo” The droid responded, “I was sure when my system shut down that I would never wake again.” It stated simply.

Ben let a hint of a painful smile show.

“Have I offended you somehow, Master Solo?” The droid proceeded to inquire.

“No... Sorry.” He sniffled slightly, shaking his head and tried pressing a bright smile, he then broke slightly. “I just... I haven’t had anyone call me that in a while without being sarcastic.” He bit his lip and tried to refocus his attention on the bot’s mechanics.

The sheds’ grey doors creaked open, Ben raised his arm to cover his eyes from the light outside, it was no longer day, but instead what seemed to be the makings of evening, the light from several bonfires was the bother. “Yes?” He questioned, not quite being able to make out who was standing before him.

“People were taking bets, you know.” Leia began, “Some that you had run away to the other side of the planet, others that you had managed to find a shuttle to take you out of here. Others believed you were actually trying to do good somewhere in the camp and everyone should mind their damn business.” She walked in, examining all the bots who were doing the same to her, their eyes all glowing intensely. “You have your grandfather’s hands...” She whispered as she looked upon the droid below Ben.

“What did you bet on?” He looked at her, having finally adjusted to the new incoming light.

“Lets just say I owe a few pilots and Y/N quite a few credits.” She smirked and picked up a wrench, turning it in her hand, admiring the gleam.

Ben wasn’t sure if she was telling the truth or not... It didn’t matter to him, he knew what he was doing, and he enjoyed it. He felt proud for once, something others could look upon and understand that he was able to do more than just kill. He was more than just what the light or dark sides were... he wanted people to know that.

“So, what are you doing here then?” His eyes following her every movement, he wasn’t quite sure why but he felt almost protective over the droids, before her. He knew she wouldn’t intentionally hurt them for any reason... but still, he had to bite his lip from saying anything.

“Checking on you.” She pulled over a small crate and sat upon it, resting her elbows on her knees, clasping her hands together, looking on at her son. “Why did you want to go on that mission today, Ben?”.

He wasn’t sure what to say. What kind of answer was she expecting to hear from him? “I...” He bit his lip, at a lost for words.

Leia sighed, “Ben, I know you care deeply for Y/N”. There was a pause as he searched his mother’s eyes, trying to predict what she was getting at. “This is the Resistance, we’re fighting a war.” She stood. “If all you’re doing here is pinning after her, trying to get on with your romantic agenda then I can have you on the next flight out of here.” She watched him. “We need fighters, people who believe in our cause. If you’re not here for that you might as well leave.” She stated harshly and walked out, the door shutting with a thud - leaving Ben alone with his creations.

Ben finished his repairs on the final droid and eventually opened both doors to let all the droids out, some stumbling slightly, adjusting to the terrain, others rolling into the camp. He smiled softly and watched them go on to their assignments they were last doing from memory.

Breathing in the soft smell of the camp fires, Ben made his way over to a little dinner area he had noticed earlier. Eyes followed him as he walked in, ignoring them as best as he could Ben picked up a tray and made his way over to the line. It was no secret that several people had quieted down and made uncertain and shifty eyes at him. They didn’t trust him. They didn’t have to. He would soon leave, he would be gone from their lives.

He made his way up the line up, getting the small amounts of food and making his way to a seat. Alone. Yet again, his mother had made it more than evident that the Resistance was to come before her son. Was he really so unredeemable as to not even deserve love or compassion from his own mother? Was it even worth staying to try to prove her wrong, prove everyone wrong? He would be staying simply out of spite. Ben wanted to create a home, have a family around him, he didn’t want that to start off with spite in his heart.

He was back where he started, wanting to get off this god forsaken planet but not wanting to leave without Y/N.

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the--sad--hatter · 6 years ago

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The Cupcake Hostage Situation: Phase Two (Bucky x Reader)

Read Part One Here

BEWARE, READER, FOR HERE BE SMUT! ONLY THE VERY THIRSTY MAY ENTER....

The Cupcake Hostage Situation: Phase Two

“Nat, I need a favour.” You told her, walking into her room after knocking and being called in.

“Who are they and do you want them dead or just hurt?” She asked immediately.

“Tortured, but I’ll be the one doing the torturing. I just need you to help me acquire the weapon.” You said with a positively evil smirk.

“I’m listening….” She said, giving you her full attention.

By the time you’d finished explaining what you needed from her, she was grinning as evilly as you were.

~~~~~~~~~~That Evening~~~~~~~~~~

You: I need you.

You: Sorry, wrong person.

Booty Barnes: What the hell?

You: Don’t worry about it.

Booty Barnes: Who do you need? Why do you need them?

Booty Barnes: Where are you?

You: I meant to send it to Stark.

Booty Barnes: Stark?!?

You: The heat was broken in my room, it’s too warm. Steve fixed it.

Booty Barnes: Oh ok. Well I’m coming to double check it, Steve’s useless.

“It’s fixed, the knob was just stiff.” Steve told you and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, I know… too easy.” He sighed.

“Thanks Cap, I was melting in here.” You said, smiling sweetly at him and waving as he left.

As soon as your door closed you leapt to your feet and started tearing your clothes off. You heard Bucky greet Steve just outside the door and managed to pull the oversized t-shirt over your head and fling yourself onto the bed just as the door opened and Bucky walked in.

“Wow, It is warm in here.” He agreed, before coming to an abrupt halt in front of the bed.

You smiled innocently at him as his eyes raked over the light blue shirt you were wearing.

“What the fuck?” He snarled.

“What?”

“Is that Steve’s shirt?” He demanded.

“Hmm, does it look like Steve’s shirt?” You asked playfully.

He recoiled, eyes taking in your bare legs and position on the bed.

“Are you sleeping with him?” He asked, looking pained.

“Bucky, I wear your shirts all the time and I’m not sleeping with you, am I?” You said.

“Are. You. Sleeping. With. Steve?” He asked again, slowly.

He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw while he waited for you to answer. You smirked and sat up, crawling along the bed until you were knelt in front of him.

“Look at me?” You said softly and he opened his eyes, staring at you with a mixture of anger, pain and lust.

“It’s my shirt. Natasha bought it for me today.” You told him and he immediately exhaled forcefully, the tension melting away.

Your shoulder shook with barely restrained laughter and he narrowed his eyes at you suspiciously.

“You did this on purpose to annoy me.” He accused.

“Yes.” You said without a shred of shame.

“Was the heat even broken?” He asked.

“The heat controlled by the super intelligent AI in the futuristic compound built by Iron Man?” You scoffed.

His eyes went impossibly dark as the depths of your ruse sunk in.

“What the hell are you playing at?” He snapped.

“You’re amusing when you’re jealous.” You explained.

“Jealous? You’re damn right I’m jealous. I don’t ever want to see you in another mans shirt again doll. You wear mine and only mine.” He decreed.

“Look at you getting all possessive. I don’t belong to you Bucky.”

“Don’t you?” He asked.

“Do I?” You countered.

He looked like a deer in the headlights, frozen with fear. The flirting had been kicked up to a higher level and he was at a crossroads, it was make or break time.

“Do you… do you want to? Be mine?” He asked nervously, his mouth suddenly dry.

“Yes. God, yes.” You said immediately, your reaction making it clear just how much you meant it.

He’d been unwilling to push the flirting any further in case it was as far as you were willing to go, afraid of making a fool of himself. But you’d backed him into a corner and made him admit what he wanted, because you wanted it just as badly and that realization smashed through all the walls he’d put up. He surged forward and kissed you with finally unbridled lust, his lips bruising yours in his urgency.

You gave it back just as desperately and the second your lips touched his, the fire in your blood burned out of control. His teeth nipped harshly at your bottom lip and you gasped at the sharp sting of pain, a gasp that melted into a breathy sigh as his tongue swept across the ache, soothing it. And then he was pulling back, pulling away and shaking his head.

“No, this isn’t right. It’s all wrong.” He said.

You sat back on your heels, confused and hurt but before you could question him his fist grabbed the shirt, the material bunching around his metal fingers. He looked at you questioningly and you nodded, realizing it was the shirt that was wrong and not you. He ripped the material off of you, shredding it violently like it had offended him (you supposed it had) and tossing it across the room into the wastepaper basket. You heard the hitch in his breath as he realized you hadn’t been wearing anything under the shirt. His hands ran along your arms, tenderly rubbing your skin in a show of gentleness that was the polar opposite of how he’d treated the shirt. His pupils expanded until his eyes were nearly black as he painstakingly studied every inch of you with his gaze until you were squirming uncomfortably.

You pressed your thighs together, desperate to do something to sooth the building ache between them as he took his time memorizing and mapping your body. When his eyes finally met yours he saw the hunger in them and smirked. He reached behind his head and pulled his own shirt off with one hand, the way that only men seemed to know how to do.

“Put it on.” He commanded, holding it out to you.

You obliged all too happily, pulling it on quickly and shivering as his scent enveloped you. He reached out, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you up so you were pressed against him and rested his forehead against yours.

“That’s better.” He sighed.

You hummed in agreement and wrapped your arms around his neck so you could kiss him again. This time it was softer, slower and sweeter. The roaring flames of passion were less like a wildfire and more like a smouldering, slowly consuming blaze as he nudged your lips apart with his own and his tongue pushed past them. The way he kissed you was nothing short of filthy, his tongue exploring your mouth and his hands sliding under the shirt to grab your ass.

“I wanna be real clear doll, unless you ask me to stop, I’m gonna fuck you. That ok with you?” He asked.

“Yes, please fuck me James.” You pleaded and he growled.

“Say that again.” He demanded.

“Fuck me James.”

He grinned wolfishly and smacked your ass, kneeling down slightly to sling you over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” You yelped as he carted you out of the room.

“When I fuck you I’m going to do it on my bed, I’m going to fuck you into my mattress. When you come, you’re going to be grasping at my sheets, screaming my name into my pillow.” He informed you.

His words were so spine-tinglingly sexy that you didn’t even think about what would happen if anyone saw a shirtless Bucky carrying you over his shoulder, in his shirt, through the halls. He more or less kicked his door open and slammed it closed, only putting you down when you were at the bed. He leant over to deposit you gently on the mattress, his lips diving straight for yours. His body hovered above yours as he held himself up, so as not to crush you but it wasn’t enough for you. You needed to feel him.

Without breaking from his kiss you ran your hands down his back, fingers tracing his spine and his skin was hot to the touch. Your hands found their way to the waistband of his jeans and you blindly found the button, popping it open. A low rumbling sound vibrated from his chest when your hand slid under the denim, brushing against his hardness. Even without seeing him, you could tell he was well endowed, far to big for your hand to wrap around him but you gave it your best shot, palming him through his boxers. He lost his rhythm, breaking from the kiss to look at you and pant heavily when you pushed your hand down further, cupping his balls and his resolve broke.

“Babydoll, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never even look at another man again.” He vowed, standing up and pushing his jeans down.

You sat up and smiled sinfully at him, your lips swollen and red from his kisses.

“Bucky, I haven’t looked at another man since I first laid eyes on you.” You told him truthfully.

He held his hand out and you took it, letting him pull you to the edge of the bed. He swept your hair to the side and exposed your neck, holding you in place with his hand tangled in your hair he licked a stripe across your skin, from the hollow of your throat to the tender spot beneath your ear. His teeth nipped at your earlobe before his lips whispered the word that nearly had you coming apart in his arms.

“Mine.”

Your scrabbled to push his boxers down his thighs while he softly bit into your neck, sucking at the skin harshly. You knew he was leaving his mark on you and you weren’t at all offended. He held you there, in place and marked you as his for all to see, his ministrations become more frenzied when you wrapped your hand around his cock and stroked it, using your thumb to smear his precum over the swollen head. He made a strained growling noise when you squeezed your fingers around his shaft and started slowly pumping your fist.

“I wanna taste you.” You intonated.

His mouth moved away from your neck but his hand stayed tangled in your hair as he took a step back and pushed your head down. You looked up to see him watching you with an ironically predatory look and keeping your eyes locked with his you swirled your tongue around his tip, savouring the taste of him.

“Fuck.” He groaned, throwing his head back and you took advantage of the momentary distraction to wrap your lips around his head, and took as much of him into your mouth as you could.

His fist contracted, his fingers pulling at your hair until your scalp stung and he moaned loudly, swearing when you hollowed your cheeks and sucked. You relished in it all, the salty taste of his precum, the hardness of him filling your mouth, the sounds he made. It was all divine. You bobbed your head, pushing down on him until he hit the back of your throat and wrapping your hand around what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You could have happily done this for hours, uncaring about the ache in your jaw but when he felt his balls begin to tighten he pulled you off of him with a lewd, satisfying pop.

You whined softly, petulantly, but he ignored it and pushed you backwards, sending you sprawling onto the bed. His hands gripped your thighs and forced them apart and you were exposed to him. The cool air hit you for no more than a second before he enthusiastically buried his face between your legs, forgoing all teasing. He was too impatient to taste you as touchingly as you’d tasted him.

Your throaty moan echoed in the room as his tongue dived between your folds, licking a long slow stripe along your pussy. You leaned on your elbows, desperate to see him and his eyes flicked up to look at you. He smirked and let go of one of your thighs with his bionic arm, watching your face carefully as he carefully pushed his metal index finger inside you. It slid in easily, your ample wetness making it a smooth penetration.

“Fuck, Bucky!” you keened loudly, you head hitting the mattress with a thump as he slowly added another finger.

He cautiously moved them in and out of you, ensuring you were ready for it before he flicked his tongue across your clit, sending you into a vocal state of bliss while he fucked you with his metal fingers. They rapidly moved inside you, and his lips wrapped around your swollen clit, sucking it. It took less than a minute of his unrelenting actions before you were trembling, almost ready to come. With one last thrust of his fingers, the dam broke and you came with a long, drawn out moan of his name and just like he’d promised, you grasped at his sheets.

His mouth never left your cunt as he licked every last drop of wetness from you, until you were too sensitive to be touched any more. Only then did he pull his fingers from you and sit up, kneeling between your legs.

“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen doll, you coming undone like that for me.” He whispered reverently, his hands gliding over your hips and pushing his shirt up your stomach.

He leaned to the side, opening his bedside drawer and extracting a box of condoms. You snatched the box out of his hands, making him chuckle as you practically ripped it open and pulled a foil packet from it, tossing the box back in the drawer. You tore the foil open with your teeth.

“Eager are we?” he said in a strained voice that betrayed just how eager he was as well.

You didn’t answer vocally, you pinched the end of the condom between your fingers so there was no trapped air in it and positioned it over the head of his cock and he sighed softly as you unrolled the condom down his shaft.

“You sure you want this babydoll?” He asked, eyes searching yours for even a trace of doubt.

“Fuck me James, make me yours.” You begged.

He didn’t need to be told twice and without hesitating he lay on top of you, holding his weight on his metal arm as he used his flesh one to guide his cock inside you. As soon as his tip pushed inside you, your spine arched and your hands grabbed his shoulders. You were no virgin and even with the orgasm you’d already had, there was still a sting as he pushed inside you but it was a beautiful kind of pain and rather than take anything away from the pleasure, it fed it.

With every inch that he slowly worked into your dripping core, his eyes frantically watched you. When he bottomed out, your moan of sheer pleasure assured him you were happy to have hic cock buried inside you and he let out his own grunt of satisfaction. He stayed there for a long moment, for his own sake as much as yours. You were so tight and warm around him that he needed a second to adjust or this would be over far quicker than he wanted.

He rolled his hip gently in an experimental thrust and you whimpered softly, happily. Your own hips responded encouragingly, rolling with him and he continued to move against you slowly until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“God, fuck me, please!” You demanded.

“With pleasure sweetheart.” He said and pulled almost all the way out before he slammed back into you.

You screamed loudly, your legs wrapping around his waist and he did what he’d been dreaming of doing since the very first moment he’d met you.

His hips drove into you relentlessly, fucking you into the mattress as promised. You couldn’t match his super human pace, as hard as your tried. His hands pinned your hips down, holding you in place while he thrust into you, his cock dragging in and out of your cunt at an unrelenting speed. Your nails pierced his skin hard enough to draw blood but it only seemed to spur him on. He shifted his angle, just ever so slightly so that every time he slammed into you, his groin would meet yours, brushing against your clit. He shoved his face into the swell between your neck and shoulder and muttered obscenities into your skin as he fucked you into oblivion.

“James, James… I’m gonna…” You whimpered.

“I’ve got you doll, come on.” He groaned.

His name tore itself from your lips in a frantic scream as your orgasm bulldozed through you, ripping away any last shred of coherent thought from your mind and you came while he continued to impale you on his cock, his thrust growing sloppier until he couldn’t hold back his own release any longer. The muffled roar of pleasure he let out into your neck had you instinctively digging your nails into his skin again as he collapsed on top of you, only just managing to hold himself up enough to not crush you.

It was a long, long time before either of you could speak. You panted as you tried to relearn how to breath and he eventually managed to move enough to pull out of you, wrapping his arms around you and rolling to the side so you ended up sprawled across his heaving chest while he lay on his back.

“You never wear another mans shirt again, promise me.”

“I promise.” You laughed breathlessly.

His hands tugged at the damp, sweat drenched shirt you were still clad in and he grinned.

“Mine.” He growled.

“Yours.” You agreed.

#hattersmarvelverse #Bucky Barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #Bucky x Reader #Bucky fic #The Winter Soldier #Winter Soldier x reader #Bucky x You #Bucky x Y/N #Bucky x OC

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komahinasecretexchange · 7 years ago

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Title : Tumbling Through the Remains

Author : @himanochi

For : @sonneka

Rating/Warnings : G

Prompt : DR:AE AU or a Post DR3 setting where Komaeda and Hinata fight against Monokumas in the middle of an abandoned city just like it happens in DR:AE.

Author’s notes : So…this was the first time I wrote anything remotely combat related. I have no idea if it’s any good or makes sense. Which is also why I mostly went with the theme of DR:AE rather than…fighting Monokumas. It still happened! Just…not much. I’m sorry. I wish I would’ve had enough time to write my ideas for the other two prompts, but they got more and more detailed until it was just too much to handle. Still, all your prompts were great! And I really hope you’ll like this!

The sound of metal scratching against metal was grating to Hajime’s ears as he shoved the partially rusted crowbar into a Monokuma’s stomach, pushing down on his end to lift it up and tear open the bear’s head, crushing the program that controlled the robot in the process.

A flash of reflecting light got caught in the corner of his eye and he quickly stepped to the side. Not a second later, a sharp claw embedded itself in the concrete he had been standing on, accompanied by that all too familiar robotic cackling of a Monokuma. Its claw seemed to be stuck in the ground.

Hajime didn’t hesitate in thrusting the crowbar into the bear’s red eye as it moved its head to look at him. Sparks spread from the eye over the robot’s body, paralyzing it before breaking it entirely with a small explosive force. Hajime was almost caught in the blast, but could jump away with the crowbar in his hands at the last second.

Looking up, he made a quick scan of his surroundings.

The street ahead was blocked by a partially collapsed office building, a few dead bodies sticking out from under the rubble. It looked like the Monokumas from that direction had stopped coming. A handful of them was lying in the middle of the street, motionless or roughly taken apart by the crowbar Hajime had picked up earlier.

He turned around to see if Komaeda had been as successful on his end, just in time to see three more Monokumas waddling in his direction. Before he could take even one step forward toward them, from the corner of his eye, he saw a stone—not any bigger than a small pebble—flying through the air and hitting the Monokuma furthest away from him square in its glowing red eye.

The Monokuma toppled over, crashing into its two companions and pushing them down with it. Hajime wasn’t sure what happened exactly, but the moment both hit the ground, the telltale spark of a Monokuma’s weak spot being hit sent an electrical charge through them.

All three exploded at roughly the same time. He should be surprised…but he really wasn’t. Glancing over in the direction the pebble had been thrown from, he saw Komaeda stepping out of the shadow of a nearby building that was still somewhat standing.

Unsurprisingly, he was throwing and catching a few more pebbles with his mechanical left hand. He took a quick look around the area before focusing on Hajime as soon as he was close enough to be in earshot of him, “Do you think that’s all of them?”

“Seems like it. For now,” Hajime let his gaze wander over any possible Monokuma hiding places, but it all seemed clear now.

Komaeda made his way over to one of the torn open Monokumas that hadn’t been destroyed through the exploitation of their weak spot. He kicked against the useless piece of metal with his foot, stating after a short glance at its insides, “They’re not made by Towa.”

“Well, Souda did say this was part of his area,” Hajime shrugged. “Figures he’d been playing around with them during that time frame.”

If his senses wouldn’t have been as sharp as someone whose brain got tinkered with, he would’ve missed the way Komaeda’s brow creased the slightest bit and his eyes narrowed down at the broken machine in front of him. His muttering was loud enough to be heard without a genius brain, “That was too easy for Souda-kun’s standards, though.”

Hajime didn’t want to say anything, but he had to agree.

He wasn’t sure what kind of implications that left him with. Thinking about it didn’t seem like a good choice of action, though Komaeda had already beaten him to it and spoke his thoughts out loud, “Do you think they want to get rid of us?”

They being Future Foundation. Sadly, it was not out of the realm of possibilities. Especially since lately, more and more members of the Foundation got told about the survival of the Remnants of Despair. They had to know in order for the ex-remnants to properly help the rebuilding process.

It had mostly been alright in the beginning, but the existing tension was almost tangible by now. It was growing with every new member that got involved. Still, everyone back from the island agreed this was better than to live in isolation with the knowledge of what they had all done to the world.

Doing what they could to help out was the only thing that mattered for the time being. Even if the majority of people working with them threw them one distrustful look after the other.

It was only a matter of time until they would eventually get used to it, so it was fine. They simply had to keep pushing forward.

“We should get going,” Hajime brushed off Komaeda’s question. He took another quick look around before deciding to try the small alleyway that was partially covered with the floor of the collapsed office building. The opening was big enough to walk through.

He didn’t wait for Komaeda to give him any form of affirmation and made his way over, holding onto the rusted crowbar with a tight grip. Having a weapon wasn’t a bad thing when you were stuck in a post-apocalyptic city, searching for unlikely potential signs of survivors.

“I mean, they weren’t very cooperative when giving us this mission,” Komaeda followed him as he was walking through the alley, not giving up on the conversation that he started. Hajime didn’t know why he expected anything else from him. “The area report was really basic, too. And it didn’t say anything about Monokumas walking through the streets, either.”

“This is a rather unexplored area, so it only makes sense,” Hajime tried to refute Komaeda’s argument, but he couldn’t keep his voice from sounding a little tired.

Contrary to that, Komaeda sounded like an excited child on its birthday, “Hinata-kun, we both know they had to fly over this city with a helicopter before granting permission for ground exploration.”

He hated it when Komaeda was just right about things, which was way too often. The fact was that, yes, an air observation had to be done first. They should’ve known about the Monokumas.

“Plus,” Komaeda continued, “the only equipment they gave us was food for two people that can last for four days. It’s a ten days mission. Even if we do find survivors, they won’t survive for long.”

Hajime couldn’t keep himself from letting go of a deep sigh. He was sure if he turned around, the expression on Komaeda’s face that he would find was a big innocent smile. He didn’t want to see it.

Steeling himself for a full-blown argument, Hajime said, “I can’t say you’re entirely wrong about that, but saying they want to get rid of us is a bit much, don’t you think?”

“But it makes sense!” Komaeda had surely thrown his arms up into the air in a spur of emotion, “No one in their right mind would want someone like me to be part of their group, especially when it’s about something as delicate as the restoration of the world’s structure. Everyone knows I’m better at destroying things! And it’s no secret everyone’s scared of the basically god-like formerly called Kamakura Izuru.”

Hajime knew the words were coming, yet he did nothing to stop them. Neither Komaeda’s mention of Kamukura’s status nor his usual self-deprecation. Even though he wanted to prevent both more than anything else.

Komaeda wasn’t finished, “If I were gone, Future Foundation wouldn’t have to worry about their headquarters imploding for no reason just because I had a particularly lucky streak the past few days. And if you were to disappear, they wouldn’t need to fear being outsmarted by someone who can more or less read their thoughts without their consent. Not that either of it works that way.”

Not a lot of people knew about Komaeda’s type of luck—mainly the ones that saw the Killing School Trip broadcast by Enoshima’s AI—but practically everyone knew the kind of roles he played during the Tragedy. Not to mention that he still freaked out every person he talked to for longer than ten minutes.

When it came to Hajime’s case, however…well, the one red eye was usually enough to make anyone who looked at him feel uneasy in his presence. If they knew about the nearly countless talents stored inside his brain, they’d try to avoid him at every chance they got.

They were all scared of the potential things he could do to them, like controlling their decisions and beliefs through a simple conversation. Not to say that he couldn’t do that if he wanted to—oh no, he definitely could—but he wasn’t ever going to. It would give him a headache.

“I’m just saying,” Komaeda was still going, “it’s understandable they wouldn’t want to have anything to do with us. They’d rather have us die alone in this abandoned city, like the worthless garbage we are.”

This started to sound an awful lot like Komaeda’s mindless rambling. Spending as much time with Komaeda as Hajime did had taught him these instances were Komaeda’s most vulnerable moments. Something was hiding behind these words of accusation that didn’t sound like accusations.

Hajime tried to see his words from a different angle, from a different perspective. Instead of thinking about how Future Foundation viewed them, how would Komaeda view them in their place? It wasn’t the Future Foundation that he had to question, it was Komaeda.

He didn’t like the conclusion he came to, but he had to ask anyway, “Do you think they want us to die here or do you want us to die here?”

It was silence that followed. Even Komaeda’s footsteps stopped echoing between the walls of the alley and Hajime had to stop and turn around to make sure he was still there. He was, but his gaze was locked onto the ground, not moving a muscle.

Hajime, not knowing what to do, simply stood there and waited until Komaeda finally looked up again, meeting his gaze and opening his mouth to say…something Hajime couldn’t hear. The loud clapping of a thunder in the near vicinity drowned out the words Komaeda’s voice was forming.

Without any more of a warning than that, Hajime felt rain already trickling down his face and soaking into his clothes within seconds. Komaeda looked up at the sky, his expression utterly blank.

Hajime didn’t give himself any time to think about his actions as he took a couple of steps forward, grabbed Komaeda by his left hand, and broke out into a full-on sprint down the alleyway to find some cover from the rain.

Komaeda wasn’t resisting, but he wasn’t really running with him, either.

It probably took about five minutes to get to a building that might have been an indoor parking lot based on the handful of cars scattered around and the markings on the floor.

They stopped by a tipped over pillar near the crushed wall they entered through, Komaeda immediately sitting down on top of it with his elbows on his knees as his upper body toppled forward, catching his breath. Hajime was doing perfectly fine, though that was to be expected.

He waited for Komaeda’s breathing to regulate again before sitting down next to him, keeping a reasonable distance between them. The splashing sound of the raindrops hitting the concrete was now the only thing to fill the silence. It was better than nothing, he supposed.

The semi-silence continued for what felt like another ten minutes, but was probably a little less than that. Komaeda broke it with words said in a careful whisper, “I don’t know.”

Hajime’s head snapped over to him, but he had fixed his gaze onto the floor. Slowly, the cold of the rain soaking his clothes was seeping into his bones. It was probably the same for Komaeda, seeing as he began to wrap his arms around himself and started shaking.

Then again, Komaeda was known to do that whenever he had some sort of breakdown, too. He seemed to be more or less in control of himself, though. His words were still nothing more than a whisper, “Maybe a little bit of both?”

Hajime didn’t need to be a genius to know what Komaeda was talking about. He felt his heart crack just a tiny bit at the confirmation.

He could remember a night back on Jabberwock Island, where the sky had been clear and they watched the stars together from the beach. That night, Komaeda had told him he was scared he might die soon. Because he didn’t want to anymore.

It had been months since then and everything was fine, so Hajime hadn’t been worried. He had been quite happy about it, actually. Hearing Komaeda say that had lifted a weight off of his chest.

This was as if the weight had been dropped down again, punching the air out of his lungs. Before Komaeda could say anything else, Hajime beat him to it, “Did you lie to me?”

Komaeda didn’t even hesitate when furiously shaking his head as an answer. He still wasn’t looking at him, though, keeping his eyes on the floor as he spoke, “No. No, I didn’t, but—I’m still not sure if any of us really deserve to life after…everything we’ve done.”

Well, that was something Komaeda had been saying from the beginning. He stopped mentioning it after that conversation he had with Hajime at the beach, but apparently it was still a concern of his. Or maybe the recent tension with Future Foundation caused these thoughts to resurface.

Either way, Hajime could see how Komaeda was close to falling back into that mindset. He could feel the familiar worry begin to fill his heart.

Cautiously, he scooted over in Komaeda’s direction, though not by much. He didn’t want to startle him or anything. It felt as if he was approaching a scared animal, which probably wasn’t that far from the truth, but thinking that seemed a bit mean for some reason.

When Hajime was close enough that he thought he could try and reach out for him, Komaeda spoke up again, making him stop in the middle of his movement.

“I mean—” he paused, “Does anything we do to try and help really matter in the end?” He glanced at Hajime, just from the corner of his eye without moving his head, but his gaze was piercing as it was questioning—and maybe a bit scared, too.

“Don’t get me wrong,” he said, “I’m not doubting everyone’s abilities or anything. They’re talents are all useful right now, except mine. But… I just… I don’t know. I feel like there’s nothing I can do.”

Hajime took a moment to think it over, “Komaeda, you’re helping right now. You’re not doing nothing.”

“I know, but—” he interrupted himself, shutting his mouth with a clatter of his teeth. He turned his head, away from Hajime, muttering under his breath but still loud enough to hear, “You told me to always question and think about what I’m doing.”

The air got stuck in Hajime’s throat for a brief second. He remembered giving Komaeda that particular piece of advice. It was because of his dementia, and it actually seemed to help him hold back his compulsive behavior for the majority of time that had passed since then.

To be honest, he didn’t think about how it could affect Komaeda in these circumstances. Granted, he didn’t think he’d listen to his words for so long, either. Hajime dropped his hand that had been reaching for Komaeda, unsure of what to do.

Komaeda seemed to take it as a sign to continue, “I don’t know if I should be questioning myself in this situation, too, or not. But I do. And I don’t see how I could be of help to anyone.”

The rain was still falling, the sound of thunder in the distance.

A few minutes passed, carrying their silence. Hajime didn’t know what to do other than to stare at Komaeda, who was still facing away from him.

He wanted to say something, but the only words he could think of were a repeat of the speeches he used to give to all of them—that they had to try and move forward to create their own future. He could always try saying that again, but it didn’t quite feel like the right moment for that.

Something in the back of his mind decided to remind him he could just use one of the many talents he had now to easily find the right words with the blink of an eye, but he immediately rejected that idea. Komaeda deserved more than some calculated words. At least when he was talking to him as a friend.

The only other idea he had was to simply say whatever came to mind and, more or less, let his heart do the talking…on second thought, that sounded incredibly embarrassing.

…whatever.

To keep the embarrassment as low as possible, Hajime looked away, at the rain that was pouring down outside the parking lot, and started talking, “You know…that’s fine. Having doubts about this is fine. I’m sure everyone does. We destroyed this world, so who’s to say we can do anything other than that? We’re all just normal people at the end of the day.”

He said that, but he honestly thought he was more talking about himself right now than anyone else. It didn’t really boost the confidence he managed to put into his words, more like decrease it, but he had to keep going.

“Sometimes, it’s hard to push forward or to keep yourself from burning out or prevent any temptation of giving up to control your thoughts.” He hated how much these words were true for him, too. He was supposed to be their leader—for lack of a better term. He couldn’t be weak like that. Weak like the talentless Reserve Course student he still was, in a way.

He pushed the thought away, ignored it, pretended it wasn’t there.

He did his best to keep it all out of his voice, “But it’s all for a big thing like restoring the world. Every bit counts. And you don’t have to deal with the guilt and doubt alone, Komaeda. Make sure you’re in the right condition to keep going before you try to do so, alright?”

There. That didn’t sound half bad, did it?

Hajime turned his head over to Komaeda, only to be met with his grey-green eyes looking back at him. It caught him off-guard, made his heart jump up into his throat. He wasn’t that close…but still close. Hajime wanted to back away and lean further in at the same time.

The softness in Komaeda’s eyes prevented him from doing anything at all.

“You, too,” Komaeda’s voice cut through his thoughts, bringing him back into reality. It was surprisingly calm. As if he had been prepared to say that, which was only emphasized by the small smile he gave him. “Everything you said, the same goes for you, too, Hinata-kun. Don’t forget that.”

Hajime could do nothing but stupidly blink at him, the words echoing in his ears as his brain was processing them and what they meant. He still hated it when Komaeda was just right about things.

He didn’t know what to say. He wondered if this was what Komaeda had wanted to get out of this conversation, though at this point, it was pretty obvious that the answer for that would be yes. Of course, it would be. And, of course, Komaeda would be the one to see right through the wall he tried to put up every single day for everyone else’s sake.

Why did he even try to hide it from him? He felt stupid now.

As if he could read his thoughts, Komaeda’s smile seemed to widen just the tiniest bit. He reached out and took Hajime’s hand in his own—in his right hand, the one that wasn’t metal—and said, “It’s okay. We’ll work on it.”

That was the same thing Hajime used to tell Komaeda back on the island, when he was still unstable most of the time. It was the exact same thing.

Hajime couldn’t hold back a puff of air mixed with a chuckle, bringing an involuntary smile to his lips. He closed his eyes, shaking his head, and muttered, “I hate you, Komaeda.”

Komaeda simply continued to smile.

He squeezed Komaeda’s hand, his heart jumping up and down when the action was reciprocated. He didn’t want to let go for the rest of this mission.

#komahina #komahina secret exchange #fanfiction

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rogue-bard · 7 years ago

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I’ll Write Your Name

Fandom: Marvel Avengers ( Earth-3490 ) Ships: Tony Stark / Steve Rogers (not yet though) Summary: It’s your usual story. Girl meets boy. Girl defrosts boy. Girl hides secret identity from boy, who just so happens to have become that secret identity’s best friend. Oh, and someone forgot to close the door to the multiverse and if they and their weird counterparts don’t find out who did it, the world might just fall to some kind of firy apocalypse or something. So there’s that.

This is a sneak-peak at my current background project that I work on every now and then, because I needed content for my advent calendar.

Prologue

“According to Wikipedia, underwear exists for at least 7000 years, Miss.“

“Exactly! And I'm a futurist!”

“A futurist who is currently flying over the north of Greenland,“ Jarvis informed Toni over the suit's earpiece, unbidden as ever. “Am I meant to assume that the future you are expecting, is significantly influenced by global warming?”

„Well, I didn't have time to change into that full-body anti-chafe condom. Thought I did. Didn't. Not my fault, I'm commando now,“ Toni complained into her helmet, just quiet enough for Natasha not to hear. Clint had stopped listening after their argument with the navigation system on the Avenjet anyway.

“Maybe if you had started taking off your pajamas when the alarm started sounding, Ma'am....” Jarvis' voice suggested but was wise enough not to finish that sentence. It wasn't her fault that she ignored the alarm! Everybody in Avengers Tower ignored the alarm. Which, okay, might be a bit her fault. She'd change the code word as soon as they got back.

“The armor is chafing,” she continued venting to her AI instead of rising to its accusation and defending the perfectly sound reasoning why she had pulled her cushion over her ears once the alarm started blaring. You know, the one that signified that the world was in danger of possible annihilation and other fun stuff like that.

God, she hated chafing. There was enough of that in her gruesome teenage-years.

“What are you mumbling about?” the redhead next to her interrupted their conversation. Natasha was staring at some useless SHIELD-issue radar that she steadily refused to let Toni upgrade for her.

“He's not wearing panties,” Clint supplied.

“For Tesla's sake, how come you never listen when I'm actually talking to you?”

The archer didn't so much as move a muscle. “It's called 'selective hearing',” he said with a perfectly straight face. “You should try it some time. Your boss? Toni? You know, the woman you climb into that metal coffin for? I'm pretty sure she invented it. Ask Fury.”

Okay, time to change the subject. “It's cold.” Iron Man's complaint was thankfully distorted beyond recognition by the speakers, as always. She didn't need to be coming off whiny.

“That's what underwear's for, from what I heard.”

“Jarvis, please give birdbrain the exact difference a pair of boxer-shorts would be making to my bodyheat.”

“Your suit can turn your piss into filter-coffee,” Clint countered, thumping at his earpiece, since Natasha apparently had no intention of chiming into the conversation. Being on missions with Iron Man, who didn't move his mouth whatsoever, always made him even more irritable than he usually was. But god forbid that metal head would open his helmet and give away his super secret identity! “Are you recovering from a bad nose-job or is it pimples?” Clint asked. “I bet it's pimples. You don't want us to know your face because the pimples are just awful.” The others knew the hearing aid was tempering his usually so sunny disposition. Well that, and the fact they bodily dragged him away from the coffee-machine when they left.

“Your point being?” Iron Man demanded.

“I'm sure there's a thermostat in there, somewhere between the controls for Pokemon Go and Tinder,” Clint finished, stealthily signing something that the others didn't understand. It didn't look nice though.

“It stopped working,” Toni admitted, begrudgingly. “After I got hit by that drone. Which is weird, because the readings suggest-”

The archer pressed his index finger to his ear again and frowned disapprovingly. “Great, now I only get static,” he hissed. “I didn't catch any of that last sentence, but I can guess it went along the lines of 'bla bla blablabla'.”

“Clint!” Natasha grabbed him by the arm. The urgency in her tone wasn't foreboding anything good. “It's not you.” When he turned to face her, he saw Iron Man standing there completely frozen in place, in the midst of taking a step. The usually blue-gleaming eyes of the faceplate a dull grey.

“Iron Man, are you okay?”

Toni let her voice drop from her head register. Without the static of the transmitter, she wasn't too sure they wouldn't recognize it. Plus, speaking deeper than she liked to helped with the volume. “The suit seems to have temporarily shut down.” Despite the yelling, she knew Natasha and Clint barely heard Iron Man's muffled voice through the helmet.

“What the shit! I'm not carrying him back to the Avenjet.” Clint threw his hands in the air theatrically. “Do you think Toni will come and pick him up if we just leave him here?”

“Trouble, Team?” A voice rang out before a yellow flash blinded their eyes for a second, before a shattering impact sent ice shards flying in their eyes.

“You're late, Carol,” Natasha greeted the other woman cold as ever, but her eyes betrayed a smile. “Can you fire up Iron Man again? He just shut down.”

Captain Marvel frowned at the red-gold ice-sculpture. “What's wrong?”

“Suit broke down due to a significant lack in underpants,” Clint supplied.

Letting out a huff, Carol raised a finger and lightly touched the breast-panel that she knew held the suit's power source. A short, yellowish flash discharged into Toni's chest and the interface flickered to life around her vision. Perfect!

Unfortunately, her repulsors also started firing into the ground which might have been a side-effect of having the suit kick-started by photonic energy. Clint and Natasha were once again showered in ice shards and a tiny snow hurricane.

“Huh, that was weird,” Toni admitted unapologetically.

“Not as weird as that.” All of a sudden, Carol's voice sounded strained.

“Is that...” Natasha started.

“Yes.” The other woman answered before she could finish.

“Is he...” Clint drifted off, not able to tear his eyes from the red-white-and-blue uniform that Captain Marvel's landing and Iron Man's malfunction had laid bare in the ice under his feet.

“Alive,” Toni answered, much to her own surprise. But the readings Jarvis gave her were unmistakably a pulse rate.

“That's incredible,” Black Widow said, having her hands tucked under her armpits while she was staring down the figure that lay on their stretcher and letting the air-force general pilot the jet back to New York. “He's waking up!” As the man before them was stirring, the weird drone that had attacked them in America and then lured out into the arctic sea, was forgotten. For now at least.

“Is his brain okay?” Clint sounded dubious. But then again, he hadn't had his coffee, so that was probably the only tone of voice he could muster in spite of the world just continuing to turn. Without being fueled by caffeine, and all.

Toni decided to act upon her duty, being the only one in the makeshift infimary without fried brain cells or manners buried somewhere in the icy ground of Russia. So she addressed their star-spangled patient directly: “Are you alright?” Maybe, she decided in the split-second, the metal shield needed to dig itself into her face-plate, leaning over a deep-frozen supersoldier waking up from an 80-year coma wasn't the smartest idea after all.

The formerly comatose man threw his foot into Natasha's stomach, catching her off-guard and throwing her hard into Toni's chest. “Bucky!”

He hadn't even finished the second syllable and Hawkeye had an arrow cocked, bow pulled back. “Stop!”

“Woah, calm down, soldier!” Carol shouted in her Captain-voice. It was enough for the frozen man to hesitate.

“You're safe,” Natasha tried. But looking at Clint ready to go, that didn't seem to do much to convince him.

“You're with friends!” Toni confirmed, taking a step to the side so Natasha was no longer between the two of them.

That finally got a reaction from their captive: “What are you,” he yelled. “Some kind of Hydra automaton?”

“What?” Behind the face-plate, she wrinkled her nose in disgust. “...No??” Her suit? Medieval Hydra-tech? Really?

“Sharp-tongued as always, Iron Man,” Natasha came out of nowhere behind their assailant and drove an injection from her Stingers into his neck. He folded himself to the gurney like slinky.

“... Did you just kill Captain America,” Clint asked, incredulous.

Carol heaved a deep sighed.

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Was a huge thing going on we're trying to adapt to being nobody they suck at it.

I know bombing their areas and they're being big dicks they're going to win here when they don't have people here they know it and they're encouraging it all the time there are five more areas that are being cleared and ready for demolition. They're not ready for what they're encountering. These areas are new and they thought people think that they're Max and they try and look like Max all time and have been kidnapping them from other cities to do so and they did it for quite a while until about a month ago and they'll look like retards running around the city and there's several movies about it and when it's with James caan they call them the others and it sort of got it they said these big area cities are then and they're in States and stuff like everybody else but they are new cities and new areas everything is brand new and works to a degree and someone he started screwing all the BMS which they took out and they just run it with manual stuff the best they can and it works but boy he's a f****** they said he f***** our s*** up by accident and he's laughing cuz that's what we usually do. It was a critical error it was an influenced by Billy z who wanted the two groups to fight and he ended up fighting them too but he usually does. Now they're all fighting and they're at each other and they're going to town in the mesothemiola guy is missing cuz he's dead and others that were with him trying to accuse us of stuff out loud like morons. And we took care of his clan. Now they're in fighting like madness in other areas and we're going in there too to stop them from doing it and pull them all out and Trump is trying all sorts of stuff covid and things like that so going after his in a big way. So give the guy 40 bucks it's an African way of saying stuff and he's an idiot cuz he's in costume of what he was messing with him as she recognizes him too and so did Chris in the show and they sent for people to go get him. And they grabbed him and they beat the s*** out of him and they took his money and they took his stuff and they're accusing our son and her son says so what I'm kicking your ass you have a problem with that you bet your f*** you're getting angry good I'll take advantage of it and that's not me stupid s*** so he says boy you people are dumb and it's not me again and the guys like well and it's kind of like a trick cuz I need to get foreigners here I'm going to use you for it and your idiots and you'll be just like food or something it's a way of saying it no no it's a way of saying it oh s***. So he gets pissed off no he ran off and he found Trump and he said this kid is using it to bring foreigners in cuz we're useless to him and he's killing all of us and it was yesterday and it says so what and the guy goes what he means so what and hit him and he goes you're dead so he hit him again and Trump kept saying it knocked him out and he questioned him he found out he's an idiot it's all for AI so they're going after the trumpsters in the sun says you should go after the trumpsters they're huge idiots.

We're at his areas five out of the 10 are being demolished pretty soon the second set will be and it's a huge area, the second five are gigantic and then come it's like half of a country and it's not the United States it might be Australia but it's not and it is in a few countries it's in and around the Ukraine well no it's too tight there I'll tell you what they're five areas and it's the size of a country if you combine all five. So those bombings will commence shortly and the repercussions are failed from the first five and people have to handle it and they're sending out troops and cops and tons of them and pretty soon it will be over for the more luck and they'll have 20 islands and those islands are under siege and everybody wants them and they'll be gone and they'll be in regular areas and people will go after them because they'll be screaming maniacs. Trump keeps harassing our son no matter what her son is doing you're acting like what is saying it could be good it could be bad and the guy is sitting there right in his face aggravating him. Then our son has him killed each and every time. And Trump doesn't know it at all so he keeps doing it it's a weird thing I've ever seen this stupid little s*** is like a eight man or something coming up and saying this crap and a son saying you're going to die piece of s*** and he dies shortly after it comes back in a few minutes after that after dying it does it again cuz you keep coming back and I keep telling you to die if you do that s*** he comes back and it says I'm not doing it I said no but you're dying comes back and says I am doing and you're dying so you figured out something when he runs off he ends up dead he's sitting there going that's what I'm saying yeah but you're going to die and when you're dead people can do that to you so he runs off and he starts to another stuff try sneaking back and we hit him he's going I died already today and he got hit four or five more times finally he is dead completely eventually but boy what a nuisance

And the trumpsters are on the show and they put a device on stand they said it's not stand but it's a Mac and they hit him and they want their device back and they came in and they announced who they were and it means they're complicitous if not the murders and they got their ID and names and followed them found out they did it and they went and attacked the trumpsters and they found the same Mo all over and yes the movie TV show Bones today on the station her son's watching

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