#its weird how its taken me till now to realize mic's way of thinking is a little like nana's

[mettywiththenotes]

Ngl Mic's reaction is giving me Nana vibes. The whole grief of their situations being brought up and wanting so desperately for it to end already, to choose the easy way out just so it stops hurting

Nana going from crying because Izuku wanted to save Tomura and feeling grateful to then shouting at Izuku to kill him already. Mic going from "if you aren't Shirakumo fade away but if you are come back to us" to then grabbing Kurogiri by his clothes ready to punch him and yelling about how he shouldn't have given him the benefit of the doubt

I think it's also shown in the way Mic lists things that dehumanise Kurogiri too. "He's not crying, it's just the rain" "he has no tear ducts, he's a noumu" It's so clear he wants this to be over already

Same thing happened with Nana and Tomura. The vestiges too. They kept saying how he is destruction incarnate, how it's too late for him, how he's a "thing" "not human", just like Tomura said himself

Mic and Nana just let themselves think that way because it's the easy way out. They put a lid on their feelings, and in the final war arc it's like the lids got ripped off and it's all coming out now

That's why I think Aizawa and Izuku sort of parallel here. They wonder about their supposed enemies. "Why didn't he get rid of us? Why didn't he kill us when he could have?" Aizawa asks, physically reaching out to Kurogiri. "I have to ask why he can't let go of that sad lonely past of his!" Izuku says, also attempting to reach out to Tomura in his own way

"That's where their origins lie" Aizawa says as he thinks back to those school days. And Izuku was in Tomura's mind, literally at the center of his "origin"

Even though it's painful for Nana, Tomura and Mic, Aizawa and Izuku press on anyway because they can't help but wonder whether things can change. If things don't have to be this way

#thats the vibe i get anyway #idk im speculating but #its weird how its taken me till now to realize mic's way of thinking is a little like nana's #in that they both suffer from the past being brought up #so much so that its like they'd rather squash any reminders of it because as i said its too painful #they want it to come back and be healed but at the same time dealing with it is just. too much #bnha #bnha 420 #bnha manga spoilers #bnha spoilers #present mic #hizashi yamada #nana shimura #izuku midoriya #aizawa shouta #mettys posts #metty posts #rambling rambling always rambling

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Hiraeth [Part 11]

Bucky Barnes X OC (Amelia Stone)

Hiraeth: (n.) “longing or deep yearning for a place, time, feeling or person long gone; or that never was.”

Previously: The OC had been tortured in HYDRA facility for 8 months, after which she was rescued by the Avengers and had a month long coma, rendering her without any memory of what happened during the 8 months. After the event of the accords, she decides to take a chance and talk to James Barnes, who, once as Winter Soldier, tried to murder her. She thinks that he knows something, which he is reluctant to tell.

War ensued between Steve and Tony. It managed to stretch the team’s patience and nerves unlike any thing before. Tony was right on his stance, but so was Steve. Another startling turnaround was that T’Challa seemed more than compassionate about Bucky’s case and decided to end his quest to kill him.

Another war was emanating. Metaphorically and physically. One; Bucky had started to avoid her gaze altogether and there seemed to be an invisible wall between them, even when they shared the same space. She felt guilty for making him uncomfortable like this. Poor guy was already on edge with everything that was happening in his life, she only added to his burden.He used to be quiet, but with her around, he positively tried to be as invisible as possible.

Two; she fought her nightmares, headaches and the pain in her wound. Sometimes she wouldn’t sleep the whole night, others she would down pills after every hour just to stay knocked out. Slowly she was getting dependent on them, she didn’t like it. But she couldn’t help it either. In an endless maze of fear and confusion where dark shadowy beasts seemed to chase her at every corner, oblivion seemed to be the torch that kept the beasts at bay. Recurring dreams followed by immense pain had cornered her to do things she never thought she would do.

The dreams became more and more concrete, the sounds more distinct , the patterns decipherable. She had started to get the message her subconscious mind was trying to send her, the one her unconscious mind was trying to shield her from. The horror seemed to draw ever so near; she felt like a tall beast, almost one with the shadows, lurked behind the curtains of her bedroom window, ready to pounce. Some nights she woke up trembling, walking around the apartment, silently opening the door to Sam’s and Steve’s respective rooms, realizing that they were present and the beast was not. Then she would either lie awake in bed, or depending on her exhaustion, take a couple pills.

It was during one of these rounds when she saw a figure lurking around the kitchen. Moonlit reflected gently off his metal arm and making his brown hair appear jet black. He was there to get water, his back leaning against the counter. He often did that.

“Nightmares?”, she whispered to him, afraid that she would disturb some very important thought process. Bucky stiffened, but didn’t show any response.

“I’ve seen you in the kitchen at odd hours a couple of times”, she repeated, taking cautious steps towards him.

“So have I”, he retorted, putting the glass on the counter, “Taking pills that no person should take in that continuity.”

She was looking at his back when he turned around. What she saw shook her. He looked like someone had beaten him, his eyes looked swollen and rimmed with what looked like traces of tears; dark circles under his eyes, sweat on his forehead, tightened nerves overall.

“Are you okay?”, she asked, instinctively walking towards him faster than he could think of slipping away. He looked so bad that she was automatically filled with compassion and pity. “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head, put the bottle in the fridge again, closed the fridge door and turned around to leave.

“Bucky stop”, she called out, and reached for his arm, the metal arm. Bucky seemed to tense and loosen up all at once when she said his name. She realized what she had done too. She never called him Bucky. All he heard in the utterance, though, was concern, fear and confusion. He obviously couldn’t feel her fingers on his arm but the way his muscles pulled, he knew she was holding him to not let him go.

“Stay”, she said again. “Please.”

His breath was hinged somewhere in his chest, a lump that he couldn’t swallow formed in his throat, his eyes, face and head suddenly became very hot and he clutched his fist. He, strangely, let her pull him towards her room and as soon as the darkness of her room enveloped both of them till they became indecipherable silhouettes, she closed the door.

“Sit”, she said, and he followed orders. She let the window open and moonlight came in freely, taking the liberty to illuminate their faces. While he was trying to accustom himself to the scent of her room, that smelled like books and something, she sat on the bed right across him, trying to study his features.

“Look I’m in no place to say this to you, but… I hope you can feel better… and… well…” Should she offer her shoulder or not? She didn’t know. She didn’t even know why she brought him here in the first place. Sure she brought him here because the commotion in the kitchen would wake someone up, and sure the light couldn’t be turned on because if someone else woke up, the light would be a tell tale sign. But she didn’t know why she didn’t let Bucky go to his room in the condition he was in.

Bucky smiled. And smiled in a way that was broken, hurt. Of course her shoulder won’t be for a man who had tried to kill her and her friends, a man who was a fugitive, a monster in much modern terms.

“You can tell me if you ever feel like it”, she said after a deep sigh, and this honestly caught him off-guard. Either this person was really naïve, or compassionate, or really good at acting to get some sort of weird information out. He just keep looking at her face. If she was acting, he couldn’t tell, because her feet faced him, her arms were not crossed but open, her eyebrows were in a knot, worry strewn all across her face.

Minutes passed in silence. He felt calmer now, but not willing to talk yet.

“You get nightmares too. What are they about?”

“I don’t know”, she replied, in a casual manner, relaxing around him, “After you shot me, I think I passed out and Avengers found me 8 months later. I was in a coma. When I got up I didn’t remember what had happened these 8 months. I have faint traces of things but I don’t know what to make of them. Most of them are torture memories I guess”

His body had an unnatural kind of stress and he began to fiddle with his fingers, looking at his feet.

“How did you know that my diary was the reason… THAT incident happened?”, he asked, looking into her eyes directly, so that she felt taken aback, since he had never done that before.

“Well”, she began, “The machine’s data showed a sudden and almost abnormal surge in chemical activity in your brain that is related to rage. Rage that severe isn’t generated out of the blue, like it did in your case. A person who is otherwise calm throughout the session and suddenly becomes enraged means something very impactful has happened for him to be that way.”

“The other clue was the fact that the microphone was off. When you interview a HYDRA spy who is involved in many of its missions” (Bucky tensed at this definition but she shook her head dismissively) “then every bit of information is important and HAS to be recorded. Now I can say that my team was just being stupid by not recording you, but then I found out that the doctor had asked for it to be that mic-less room”

“Third. You showed signs of rage only when he began to read something off your diary. It could be a stretch but since, at that time, the doctor was someone who we thought didn’t even know you, how could he say something to piss you off when we had already warned him that you were to be dealt with carefully.”

“and fourth, he was trying to steal the journal. If it was a chance incident that you got angry then a psychiatrist has no reason to be taking your journal away.”

A faint smile, the first she had ever seen, spread across his face. He looked away from her and then at her again.

“That’s a lot of intense reading you did in those few moments. Now I understand why you are their strategist”

She smiled and looked away, glad that the air had become lighter. When she looked at his eyes again though, they were dark and digging into her skin. For a moment her breath was stuck in her chest and he uttered.

“I’m sorry.”

“Barnes...”

“Bucky”

“Bucky…”, she began to speak but he closed his eyes as if to gather strength for what he was about to say next.

“I…. tortured you.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #james barnes #bucky #winter soldier #winter soldier imagines #winter soldier oneshot #sebastian stan #sebastian stan imagine #marvel #marvel imagines #avengers #avengers imagine #hiraeth #hiraeth part 11

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Till Death do us Part: Chapter 1- Trouble in the Maze

Summary: The Fake AH Crew are the gods of Los Santos. Well sort of. They actually are demigods or other figures from mythology. Except Ryan is something else. He needs the energy from the souls of the ones he murders. Then a new black smoke somehow stealing the souls Ryan needs for energy. This causes trouble for Ryan and the Fake AH Crew by association. Maybe it’s about time the crew learns who Ryan really is so they can figure out how to help.

Chapter: 1/10

Word Count: 1,265

Pairings: Gavin/Ryan, Michael/Lindsay, Gavin/Meg

Next / AO3

The Fake AH crew liked to say that they ruled Los Santos. Each member had a different gift and they liked to use those gifts to control the Los Santos. Some would say that they walked around like they were the gods of the city, and nobody knew how close to the truth that was. Each member of the crew was related to a god or a myth in some way. Most of the members of the crew were pretty open about their personal relationship with the gods, but not all of the main crew was.

They had planned a smaller heist for today, on the Maze Bank. Geoff had told everyone that they needed to keep up their thievery skills and they needed to keep the city on its toes. They were going to set the whole plan in motion as soon as the two guards in front of the bank were taken out, and that was Jeremy’s job.

Jeremy got up to his sniper spot. “Gavin, did take care of the cameras?” he asked into his radio.

Gavin had stayed back at the FAH base in front of the computer so he could hack into the cameras. He shut all of the cameras in the Maze Bank down. “I worked my golden fingers,” Gavin said into his radio with a smirk. “Now it’s all on you guys.”

“Gavin, don’t be a smartass.” Geoff chastised over the radios.

“But you keep me around because I’m smart.”

Geoff rolled his eyes from his position with Jack. “If he took the cameras down, we need to start.” Jack reminded Geoff.

“Right.” Geoff nodded. “Alright. Jeremy, take the shot to the guards in the front.” he ordered back into his mic.

“Got it.” Jeremy replied.

“Then Michael, you blow up the back vault.”

“I got my explosives ready just like you said in the plan.” Michael responded.

“After the shot and explosion, Jack and I will take care of the front. You and Ryan will unload the vault.”

“Got it.” Ryan replied.

Michael rolled his eyes. “Hope you can handle the heat Mr. Vagabond.” he joked.

“I’ll be fine.” Ryan promised.

“Alright. Jeremy take the shot.” Geoff quickly instructed.

Jeremy nodded and quickly fired two shots, one for each of the guards in the front. “Shit.” he said as he realized he wasn’t paying enough attention to where he was aiming. He quickly willed the bullets to be going the right directions for the guards. He used his scope to make sure the bullets shot the guards right in the head. “Never miss.” he whispered to himself with a smile.

“You totally would have if you hadn’t used your powers, Mr. demigod son of the speed god” Michael added in snarkily.

“Shut up. Just explode the vault. Or can you not handle the heat, demigod of fire?” he replied.

“Both of you shut the hell up and do your jobs.” Ryan commanded. Michael rolled his eyes and set off the explosion to the vault.

Geoff and Jack ran into the front of the bank shooting. Civilians were calling the cops and running out of the bank. Some people tried to fight back and attack the two of them, but with a wave of his hand, Geoff turned all of their attackers and left over civilians into stumbling drunks.

“Is turning everyone drunk really the smartest of moves?” Jack asked

Geoff shrugged. “It’s not like they can do much more damage the drunk way.” Then a drunk man came up to Geoff and tried to throw a punch. Geoff quickly shot him. Jack rolled her eyes. “He was asking for it.” Geoff defended himself.

Jack walked up to the counter and saw the cowering bank tellers. “It would be wise for you to give us any of the money you have behind the counter.” she told the tellers.

“You’re right, that is smart.” the tellers repeated and started handing Jack the money.

Geoff nodded. “Michael, how are you and Ryan in the back?”

Michael had walked through the fire of the explosion with ease. Ryan followed him behind. He closed his eyes and shot at the bank employees in their way. “Ryan, how are you able to handle that fire?” Michael asked.

Ryan shrugged. “I mean it’s hot, but uh, we still need to get the money and I can deal with the pain I guess.” he replied.

Another bank employee came out and tried to shoot Michael and Ryan. Ryan noticed then, closed his eyes and shot out to kill the guy. Before his bullet hit, a black smoke came by and killed the man “We got the vault open and we’re gonna start unloading,” he informed Geoff. Then he noticed the smoke dissipating. “I didn’t even realize I started a fire over there. Oh well. Let’s just grab the money.” Michael instructed.

Ryan nodded, but he quickly went to hover over the man he thought he just killed. He quietly tried to absorb the soul of the dead man. He searched for it in the man. But there was no soul to be found.

“Dude, what are you even doing? We got to get the cash out and get out before the cops show.” he scolded Ryan.

Ryan jumped up startled. “Right sorry.”

“I can’t read your weird ass emotions through that stupid skull mask you always wear. Maybe you should take it off so I can hit ya into focusing.” Michael leaned over to try and grab Ryan’s skull mask off of him. As soon as he touched the mask, his hand went numb. “AAAHHH!!!” he yelped in shock at his loss of feeling.

“You’re right I should focus more on the task at hand.”

“Right. I can’t feel my hand all of a sudden but I’ll do the job already.”

Geoff and Jeremy joined Michael and Ryan in the back. They ran and took the money out to the getaway vehicle Jack had brought to the back of the bank. They loaded up all the cash from the vault into the truck. Once they unloaded everything, Geoff addressed to the group. “Okay, so we’ll all just get in the truck and get back to base before the cops catch up.”

“Wouldn’t it just be easier to have me teleport everything back to the base?” Jeremy asked.

“And put me out of a job?!” Jack asked angrily over the mics.

“Sorry.” Jeremy replied sheepishly.

“You guys go without me. I think I left something in here.” Ryan told everyone.

“Left something on that guy you killed?” Michael asked.

“Something like that.”

“Whatever. Just come back to base in your own time then.” Geoff told him.

“Copy that.”

“Just don’t die.”

“Don’t worry,” Ryan gave himself a tiny smirk. “I won’t”

Geoff rolled his eyes. “Look, the other four of us are demigods. I don’t know what you are. But don’t fucking die.” Then the rest of the group ran out back to Jack truck and drove away.

Ryan nodded and exited that vault. He walked out to the front and hovered over all of the dead bodies. he searched for souls in them and couldn’t find them. Cops came rushing in and aimed their guns at Ryan. Ryan aimed at them, closed his eyes, and shot. The black smoke went over the cops before the bullets hit. He went over to the dead bodies of the cops he assumed he killed to take those souls. He couldn’t find the souls within those bodies either.

He stood up and sighed. “What that fuck?” he asked, confused.

#till death dup #fanfic #rt fanfic #gta au #Gods of LS