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random-thought-depository · 2 years ago

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Sequel to this post, some notes for the Species II rewrite fic I intend to write eventually:

Note: everything in my Sil headcanons post (see link above) will inform my rewrite fic. Also, for purposes of my rewrite fic the sequel movies basically didn't happen, only the first movie is "real" and I will be extrapolating directly from it and treating any unanswered questions in it as blank slates to be filled in with whatever I like. I will freely contradict the writing and worldbuilding choices of the sequel movies whenever it pleases me to do so.

The premise I use is that Sil gave birth to twin boys. The one we see in the first movie is the bolder twin, he wasn't afraid of the humans, didn't hide from them, attacked them, and got torched. He had a twin brother who was more timid, who was more afraid of the humans and hid from them and so survived. I like this much better than the space goo infection thing the actual Species II movie did because 1) it's a more straightforward extrapolation from the first movie, 2) much more importantly, it lends itself much better to a male creature who's interesting in the same way I find Sil interesting. I also like how this gives an immediate hint of characterization.

At one point somebody asks Sil's son his name and he gives himself the name Alex.

I'm going with a "the female of the species is deadlier than the male" angle here: Alex is more timid and less aggressive than Sil. He's much less dangerous than Sil in the short term, but maybe more dangerous in the long term; he doesn't leave a trail of corpses like Sil does, he keeps a low profile, he doesn't draw much attention to himself, and he's much less likely to be noticed by the authorities.

Another inversion of gender expectations: Alex's reproductive strategy is much more focused on careful partner selection and building a relationship with his human partner and getting her to like him. He doesn't have the luxury of treating his human partner as a disposable sperm donor like Sil did! That said, this isn't always nice: he hooks up with an undocumented immigrant woman named Rosa because he picks up from her surface thoughts that she'd be reluctant to go the hospital if there was something strange and disturbing happening with her body. Note: Alex has some plurality going on, the part of him that's very focused on survival and reproduction makes that choice, but it doesn't pass on that information to the more human part of him, which experiences his initial interaction with this woman as "Oh, she's struggling with that big bag of groceries, I should help her, if I help her maybe she'll give me some positive attention, I'd like that" and ending up in a pleasant conversation with her (Rosa reads Alex as an 18-20 year old probably neurodivergent person with a possible history of being neglected/abused, she's thirty-something and feels kind of maternal toward him and eventually ends up letting him stay in her apartment, their relationship eventually drifts toward being romantic).

Alex's human personality is kind of genuinely charming and nice in a very acts of service oriented way, though not very talkative and pretty socially awkward because of his under-socialization (an early incident in his relationship with Rosa is her witnessing in horror him eating an egg by putting it in his mouth raw and whole with the shell still on it and crunching it and being like "OMG, who raised you?!?"). Alex's more evolutionary fairy human-ish side tends to kind of segregate itself in its own corner of his brain and nudge him around with "I just get a feeling that..." impulses while keeping its ickier motivations and calculations to itself. Sil was much more unitary because being likable to humans was less important to her.

Rosa's pregnancy is definitely going to be anomalous and a pretty scary experience for her, but I'm not going to make it chestburster-y. I think the actual Species II movie making the male creature's life cycle chestburster-y was kind of a big mistake, because it made it impossible for him to be sympathetic in the way Sil was sympathetic. I think it's pretty important to Sil's characterization that, while she is definitely an amoral and violent person, most of her violence was at least kinda-sorta defensive (I think her most morally inexcusable act was the killing of a sexual rival, and even that plausibly might have felt kinda-sorta defensive from the inside). It's pretty easy to imagine a version of her that pursued her basic goals but didn't kill people (or at least killed a lot fewer people). Giving her male equivalent a chestburster-y life cycle totally changes that dynamic, it makes him relate to humans in a fundamentally predatory way and it makes it impossible for him to pursue his basic goals without killing people. I'd prefer to continue the spirit of the first movie.

So, Rosa is going to get a pretty scary anomalous pregnancy, considerably accelerated (maybe something like 3-4 months instead of the usual nine) and with alarming symptoms like cravings for bloody meat and an urge to gnaw bones (it's the iron and calcium!), but at the end of it she's going to have a fairly normal birth (at home, without professional help, in pretty scary circumstances, but, you know, pretty physically normal) and she's going to be physically OK, she's going to live to see her daughter grow up (within, like, a few months of the birth, because her daughter is going to have the same accelerated growth and maturity Sil did - litter size is controlled by the mother, so in this case there will be only one baby, as in a normal human pregnancy). The story's danger and horror, insofar as it's around, will mostly be elsewhere.

Thoughts on Alex's and Rosa's daughter, tentative name Lucia: she's the first member of her kind who's going to grow up in a family, with caregivers who see her as their child and in Alex's case have some firsthand idea of the needs of a child like her (because they were one, and didn't get theirs met), so she'll definitely be the least psychologically messed up member of her kind so far.

Illustrative example: Sil and Alex were afraid when their metamorphosis happened because they didn't know what was happening, Lucia will have a much more benign experience because Alex is going to explain it to her beforehand and her parents will be with her when it happens (like I said in my other post, I strongly headcanon that Sil would have done that with her son(s) if she'd lived; she would have wanted to spare them the fear she felt).

Relatedly, Lucia has a pretty weak breeding instinct because it isn't synergizing with loneliness. She kind of likes the idea of having a baby of her own someday, like lots of human women do, but she isn't motivated to get pregnant in the immediately foreseeable future. She already has a family, including a person who's different from humans in the same way she is; she doesn't need to make a companion who can relate to her experiences.

As I said in my other post, my idea for how Sil could possibly start a viable species with one individual is her descendants would discard the DNA of their human parent during meiosis. So genetically Lucia is basically the child of Sil + Rosa. I envision her looking pretty different from Sil because she has a dark-skinned Hispanic or indigenous mother.

For a long time I was held back from working on this fic because I couldn't figure out if it should have an antagonist and, if so, who that should be. The government is an obvious possibility: if they learned about Alex and Lucia they'd want to kill or capture them; the idea of making something kinda-sorta like the plot of the first movie but with the sympathies basically flipped was intriguing. But this seemed kind of uninspiring. But recently I had an idea: the obvious more interesting option is to have Eve exist in this rewrite fic and make her the relative baddie!

Sil had a sister. Probably not a clone in this version.

After what happened when they tried to kill Sil, they decided to spare Eve for the time being. She did not escape.

She had basically the same kind of upbringing as Sil, and has basically the same kind of intelligent but under-socialized personality. She's got a relatively positive relationship with Dr. Baker, kind of like in the actual Species II movie, and this has been her primary source of positive socialization, but this started when she was already an adult

She had an unreliable and mostly one-way psychic link with her sister. They could share dreams sometimes. Eve got secondhand impressions of some of Sil's experiences in the outside world. She kept a lot of them to herself. She didn't particularly want to help the humans find her sister. Eve wants out of her jar too.

She's got a tenuous psychic link with Alex too. She knows he's out there.

She gets an idea for how to escape. She offers herself as a bloodhound and a honeypot. She can psychically home in on Alex, find him, lure out of hiding and into a trap with the possibility of getting to mate with one of his own kind. Of course, this will necessarily involve a loosening of control over her...

Biggest hurdle might be convincing her handlers Alex exists. There might be very little hard evidence for that! But eventually she manages. Maybe a more thorough re-examination of forensic evidence from that cave finds something; Alex is a fraternal twin of his dead brother, genetically distinct, and might have left some trace DNA lying around here and there. Next hurdle is slipping control when she's allowed outside; she manages that too. It isn't easy, but she is clever and physically superhuman...

She finds Alex, takes up residence near him, watches...

She's undecided about what to do. Part of her wants to be a good girl and call in his location just like she was supposed to (she has genuine affection for Dr. Baker!). Part of her wants freedom and wants to mate with him. She spends a long time deciding.

She approaches him for mating, and... he rejects her! He already has a family, people he cares about, and correctly senses she'd be a threat to them. Outrageous! An inversion of the natural order! The male is supposed to court, the female is supposed to select!

He'd accept her if she killed his human mate and their child. Like the lioness will mate with the triumphant lion that took over the pride and killed her cubs. Maybe she'll do that. She's pretty sure she can. Alex was the weak timid runt of his litter, and Lucia the product of the mating of him and a small, weak woman; she is superior to them.

Maybe she'll be a bad girl and do that.

Maybe she'll be a good girl and call in their location, please Dr. Baker, prove that Dr. Baker wasn't wrong to trust her and advocate for her.

She's not sure yet.

#Species #fix-fic #rewrite fic #fanfic ideas

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rubberduckyrye · 2 years ago

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As I'm re-editing my Genshin fic, I've kind of came across a realization that I feel like I should share.

So this started with the fact that I've been hella struggling to write my fanfic in general. I realized that the reason why I was struggling was because I was trying to fill in EVERY gap of the story--a flaw of my own writing that I have decided to work on with this fanfic. Instead of filling in the whole thing, I should be focusing on important notes and points, and let my readers interpret the things left blank for with their own headcanons and imagination.

This is definitely a perspective shift for me, and before I wrote Chasing the Voided Moon, I always felt like I would never be able to complete a long haul project like it. Then I did, and the rough draft was done in just seven days. That is, of course, not including editing, but that's beside the point.

Now I'm thinking about how much I love rereading that fic, how it's my favorite fanfic to reread--and I wrote it just for me, for myself. Yes I did write it with others who were displeased with the interlude quest in mind, but the reality is, that story is a very important one for me too, as someone who relates to a lot of Scaramouche's mental health problems, rage, hurt, and trauma. The moral of overcoming your traumas, sins, and accepting yourself is important to me.

This fic also taught me that yes, I CAN wrote a whole ass novel--and it got me started on thinking about original characters and stories again. Original ideas that I never thought I'd be able to even consider as a serious endeavor. Now, I'm slowly but surely working my way up to that end goal--to write a novel worthy of publishing. That's what this Genshin fic is--the next step in the process. It's time for me to write a story on my own, without references, with new characters not in canon, and tell it.

Working on this fic has taught me that condensing information and even cutting things out is just necessary for some narratives. I can't possibly expect my readers to care about every single mildly interesting point when the overall story has yet to continue. And with this mindset of "leave blanks for the readers to fill in" settling in, I've realized that I am getting closer and closer to writing my own story.

I know this might seem like a jump in my thought process, but bear with me--I started thinking about how people want to monetize their fanfics, like how fan-artists monetize their works. I was thinking about how I was someone who was annoyed with how fan artists could pretty much make a living off of their fan art while fanfic authors have to put up with the idea that their fanfics need to stay as celebratory works, and never ever should be monetized. Ao3 will even banhammer you if you so much as mention ko-fi or patreon or commissions.

I was annoyed by it--until I had the realization that I could make original novels.

I always assumed that, because I just couldn't ever write a novel, that I would never be able to make money off of my own creative work. That fanfic writing was the closes I'd ever get to it, and so, I wished desperately that I just, could monetize that. I wish that this one thing that I could do well, that I know from experience that people would pay real money for my writing--I wished that I could just, do that without legal repercussions.

Now I'm kind of sitting on the other side of it, thinking that like... maybe monetizing fandom was a mistake. That maybe the people who are far more aggressive about fanfics and monetization are people who don't believe they can create something that will succeed out there in the world of original fiction.

I still think that fanfic authors get unfairly treated in regards to monetization, and copyright in general? I just want to abolish it. But still... just, food for thought. Maybe it's important to let people know that they can create something beyond fan works.

Just some random thoughts I've had today.

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fizzycherrycola · 3 years ago

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22 and 23 for Canada or America or both? I adore your writing so much.

🥺🥺🥺 thank you!! I'll do both.

22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

With a very low tolerance for boredom, America snatches the paper before Canada has a chance to react. His first instinct is to make a paper airplane and doodle some designs on it; an eagle on one wing, perhaps a catchphrase on the other, and a wreath of flames as an outline. Before letting it soar, he asks Canada if he wants to add something to the little plane. Canada draws a maple leaf and he paper airplane flies perfectly.

But I'd be wary of leaving America with nothing to do for too long. Now, Canada? Not a problem. He can easily slip into dreamland and imagine himself in a canoe, fishing for rainbow trout along freshwater, backcountry rivers for hours at an end. But America craves stimulation and if he's in a rather bad mood, he'll try playing Five Finger Filet with the pencil and his own hand. He's immortal and if he makes a mistake, it'll heal quickly anyways, right? Canada nags him as soon as he starts playing, and with enough passive aggressive fuss, America rolls his eyes and flips the pencil eraser-side down.

However, if America's in a good mood, and there's still nothing to do, he'll explain how worm holes work, by folding the paper in half and poking the pencil through it; a trademark method that appears in every Hollywood sci-fi film. Slightly forgetful, he doesn't realise that he's explained this to Canada many times before, but Canada doesn't interrupt. Instead, he offers up a few questions and lets his brother babble about the spacetime continuum until the sun goes down, not because it keeps America occupied, but because America loves the topic, and has a wonderful habit of turning anything he loves into something genuinely interesting through his own sheer excitement. Even when said topic involves a lot of heavy math.

23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

I'd give them both a 5/10 when it comes to their organizational skills. Part of this is because they're physically younger than their Old World counterparts; college-aged nations with some college-aged habits. However, I think it's also woven into their personalities a bit.

⭐ America ⭐

Leaves empty soda bottles in his pickup truck

100+ tabs open in his internet browser

No sorting system to the catalogue of video games on his shelves

Bad habit of buying gadgets he won't use

Sports & Hollywood memorabilia cluttering the walls

Unpaid credit card bills

Low-priority government docs MUST be labeled, otherwise he'll lose them

"It's fine, I'll clean it later," and "I know where everything is," are his mantras. His mess doesn't bother him and it rarely impacts his daily life. However, if certain people are coming to visit, (senators, the President, certain nations that make him uncomfortable, etc.,) then America will definitely tidy up.

🍁 Canada 🍁

Often 5 - 20 minutes late to everything

Forgets to do his laundry; wears dirty blue jeans

Some fresh fruits and veggies go bad before he uses them

Cannot fit a car in his garage because it's filled with hiking gear and old woodworking tools

Too many canoes

Unless it's important, he forgets to respond to text messages

Spaces out during meetings, asks for notes, misplaces the notes

Unlike his brother, Canada's disorganization gives him anxiety and he chastises himself for it. He'll tidy up in a panic at the last minute when guests are on their way.* Then, he's the type to say, "Sorry, my place is a mess right now," even if he just finished cleaning and only forgot to dust one bookshelf. Truly, he should cut himself some slack once in a while.

*The only exception is America. If he's the guest, Canada won't panic-clean. He'll just sort a few things out and welcome his brother inside no matter the state of his house.

Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme

#aph america #aph canada #hws america #hws canada #alfred f jones #matthew williams #hetalia headcanons #my writing #ask game #sorry that got a bit long #i also struggle with organization so it's easy to relate to these boys #my headcanons

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sips-tea-cutely · 3 years ago

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*taps fingers together* May I please have some headcanons for Sayaka, Celeste, Sakura and Kiyondo with a writer s/o who has trouble getting a muse (for whoever wants to)

Sayaka, Celestia, Sakura & Kiyondo’s writer s/o looking for a muse

a/n: please love me again, i wrote something _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

#Sayaka Maizono

a light novel about magical girls? thats pretty interesting!! <333

she’d ask you for people with personality types you’re looking for and have you meet them. would be so happy if they’re a perfect fit!! (albeit a little jealous you’ll spend time with them)

every person she meets, thinks of you!! “would they be a good muse?”

would be hella honored if you ask her to be your muse and would happily answer any questions you’d want to know!

is so proud of any books you write and will happily proofread for you!! <333

cant rely on too much criticism from her though since she thinks anything you do is great but still <333

#Celestia Ludenberg

a novel depicting the life of a victorian lady in europe? ahh, she knows why you brought it up to her. of course, of course she’ll be your muse, dear <3

may or not write down tid bits about her day as a way to help you fill the blanks spots.

if she were to actually help find muses, she’d probably only recommend the men she has graded rank A such as… byakuya :00!!

of course, it was already expected that you’d ask her to be your muse, it was only a matter of time! for her dearest s/o, it will be free of charge, don’t worry :)

adores being your first reader! will read it in the morning while drinking her royal milk tea, how elegant!

still won’t be easy and will point out anything that could need fixing but would praise you especially on the things you did well!! <3

#Sakura Ogami

a martial arts story? thats amazing!! you have sakura’s 1000% support!!!

she will do ANYTHING to help you! by that, i mean she’d even ask her ex-rival/crush, kenshiro to be your muse! (still would be a lil disappointed you didn’t ask her </33)

would also tell you about the practices her and her family practice in a dojo as well as the history of martial arts, of course, only if you need it!!

would be super happy if you asked her to be your muse!! if you have trouble focusing, she’d get a coffee and protein shake for the two of you for the focus! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

like sayaka, also happy to proofread!! tbh, i think she’d read it multiple times, not cause it’s confusing, just because she knows you put effort into it :).

won’t be so light but wouldn’t be as brutal as celeste, the perfect middle! she’d give criticism about parts that were a little vague and would be happy to help you correct it!

#Kiyondo Ishida

a political romance novel? YESS YOU GO BABE !!! <33333

so aggressively supportive!! never too aggressive to scare you though, he’s still the ultimate moral compass!!

would be a little fragile to tell you about his grandfather and the schemes he did to rise to power but still glad to help you! even he has to agree, his grandfather is a bit of a villain

you want him as the main character’s inspiration? YES, OFC BABE <3333333 willing to tell you anything you’d like to know!!!

loves reading the things you write!! may or may not show it to everyone and ramble about how creative and talented you are! (would say you should be the ultimate writer and not toko/hj)

like sakura, very kind with criticism! never talks too loudly when criticizing lest you might be sensitive and cry. very helpful with writing though, he’s like a walking dictionary!!

#mod maki #danganronpa #trigger happy havoc #sayaka maizono #sayaka maizono x reader #celestia ludenberg #celestia ludenberg x reader #celeste ludenberg #celeste ludenberg x reader #sakura ogami #sakura ogami x reader #kiyondo ishida #kiyondo ishida x reader

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embracedthevoid · 3 years ago

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hey here’s another missing moment if no one has asked this yet!

how exactly did wilhelm get into a club fight in the first place? we all know that he’s not usually aggressive (even when he’s high and drunk off his ass) so what pissed him off so much??

(i always headcanon it being some brand of homophobia but interested to see what u think!!)

Hello friend! I'm finally getting around to posting this, so yay! Personally, I don't think it was about anything homophobic, so I went a different route. Also, after discussing it with a few people, I don't think Wilhelm was intentionally aggressive, because you're right, it is pretty OOC for him. To me, I think the whole fight was just an unfortunate mixture of pushing and shoving and loudness that everything just became an anxiety-inducing mess for Wilhelm, so he was working on instinct rather than reason. With that said, I would also love to see your take on this scene... so if you decided to fill in the blanks with your own version thennn....👀

Not so lucky

Word Count: 736 Rated: Teen and up Link to ao3

Normally, Wilhelm can manage his way out of a situation like this, and by manage, he means he slips away before it escalates. This time, however, Wilhelm isn't so lucky.

"Hey," Wilhelm hears a voice boom from behind him, "my girlfriend was talking to you!" The guy sounds pissed, which is fair. Wilhelm did just ignore them both, barely glancing in their direction.

There's a hand tugging at Wilhelm's jacket, yanking him back. Wilhelm's chest tightens between panic and irritation as he shakes his arm free, twisting it out of the stranger's grip and making it down the last few steps.

"Can I take a picture, please?" The girl says, her voice shrill enough to cut through the booming music.

Wilhelm ignores her again, hoping and praying that they'll take the hint. Wishing that for once in his life, he could just enjoy a party without getting singled out and made into a photo op.

"Hey! What the fuck?" The same guy angrily shouts, and Wilhelm tries not to look back, gathering with his friends on the lower level. "I'm talking to you," The voice threatens again, so Wilhelm finally turns around and–

Well, this can't be good.

One of Wilhelm's friends (Lukas) tries to step forward, telling the guy to back off, but it does nothing to tame the tense air growing around them. The guy's girlfriend follows behind nervously, trying to pull him back but failing miserably. "Take a picture with my fucking girlfriend." He threatens, "What? Do you think you're better than us? That she's not worth it? Fuck that!" The guy spits.

Wilhelm doesn't have a chance to defend his actions because chaos builds around him in seconds, and suddenly he's being pulled in every direction. Someone is gripping the front of his shirt as he's being rattled around like a doll. He feels someone trip behind him and pushes Wilhelm forward. As he stumbles to catch himself, his forehead connects square with the guy who had been yelling down his neck earlier, and it fucking hurts.

A flash of black radiates from the font of Wilhelm's skull, vibrating through to his spine. He can feel it in his jaw, behind his eyes, under his skin. The blow is disorienting. Wilhelm tries to straighten himself, unsure of his surroundings, still being shoved left and right. Someone is pushing close in front of him, and Wilhelm tries to step back to shove them off and find his balance again, but before he can, there's a hard blow just under his eye.

If he thought the headbutt was painful, this is excruciating.

Wilhelm nearly hits the floor from the force, but he manages to only tumble into the legs of a group of people behind him. He catches his hand on the sticky floor and startles when a hand grips his shoulder. He's about to spin back and wind his fist (not that he actually knows how to throw a punch or would even follow through with it), but he thankfully stops himself when he realizes it's Lukas who's hulling him up and dragging him to the top of the stairs and out of the club.

Wilhelm's stomach sinks with disappointment when they stumble through the doors and into the damp outside air. He didn't even make it five minutes without his position ruining the evening. Not only have things gone horrible for Wilhelm, but also for Lukas, the one friend kind enough to drag his idiotic ass out of there, and plop him on the curb.

"I'm sorry," Wilhelm croaks, feeling something thick and heavy on his cheek. He reaches to touch it, and something warm coats his fingers. Blood.

"Don't be sorry. That guy was a jerk." His friend says with a mild shrug, and types something into his phone, then wraps his hand under Wilhelm's elbow to help him back to his feet.

"Where are we going?" Wilhelm asks with a panicked edge. He only barely managed to sneak here, claiming he was staying the night at Josh's house, the only friend Wilhelm's mother approves of, and Josh is, of course, not here.

"I called my dads. They said you can stay the night at mine." Lukas explains, sighing as he glances down at his phone, shivering as it begins to rain.

"Thank you," Wilhelm mumbles, hating everything about his life. "I appreciate it."

His mom is going to kill him.

#young royals #yr fanfiction #wilhelm yr #young royals fanfic #young royals fanfiction #yr missing moments #yr #Wilhelm #prince wilhelm

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uwuwriting · 4 years ago

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Yandere ex w/ Midoriya and Bakugou

Request: Can I request some headcanons about Deku, Bakugou annnddd whoever else you'd like with reader and they are currently dating

Reaction to reaching you from your crazy ex boyfriend who is...very powerful and has managed to corner you, alone. You're scared, you're a civilian.

" oh shh. Don't cry baby, i'm here. Now that I'm here, you're all mine, now that you're done being silly. You and me forever"

( thought that'd get the creepy factor)

I'm just a sucker for rescue missions. I'm just so interested in how they'd approach that situation, how they'd comfort reader afterwards

Thank you. For reading this if you don't do this

Which is totally fine! - anonymous

Bruh rescue missions are just *chef’s kiss*. I’ve been having a mini Deku and Bakugou infatuation and I just wanna see more fics with these cuties and their civilian s/os. Like legit there aren’t enough fics with quirkless/civilian readers out there and I’m sad. Love ya.💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: stalking, attempted kidnapping, mentions of toxic past relationships, being chased, eventual fluff in the form of comfort, TW BEWARE.

Midoriya Izuku/ Pro hero! Deku

-Izuku believed you were an angel walking on earth.

-He met you in the brink of death *literally* when you stitched him up and stabbed an IV into his arm.

-It was love at first sight for him tbh and he is proud to admit it too.

-Soon enough -and after many many more visits to the hospital so he can be treated by dr. L/N- he asked you out and now you’re living together.

-He knows about your ex and he hates him for what he did to you.

-He has coaxed you into relaxing many nights after you’ve had terrible nightmares about your ex finding you again and this time not only putting your freedom on the line but also Izuku’s safety.

-You know he is a pro hero and all but you can’t stop seeing him on your apartment floor, unmoving with your ex looming over him.

-He is always there to chase that horrible darkness away and replace it with the warmth of his love.

-So as time passed, thoughts of your ex became less and less frequent until they stopped popping up throughout the day all together and you were happy with that.

-Then the universe decided that it should serve you with a good old traumatizing experience to spice things up.

-You were walking home after your shift at the hospital was over, exhausted out of your mind when you felt the hairs at the back of your neck rise.

-It was like a sixth sense, knowing that something was up.

- “Y/n-chan~”

-Your blood ran cold at the familiar voice, your mind going blank as you quickly fished out your phone dialing Izuku’s number while speeding up.

- “Hey angel w-”

- “Izu he is here. H-he is f-following me.”

-You heard his feet hitting the pavement on the other line as he ran down the busy street, completely forgetting about the patrol he was on.

- “Where are you angel?”

-Sharing your location with him you took a sharp turn and into a convenience store, walking to the very back and hiding behind a few shelves, your eyes glazing over as you heard the sliding doors ding as your ex stepped inside not even a minute after you.

-When did he get so close?

- “Izu please.”

- “I’m almost there Y/N, I’ll protect you I promise.”

-You held your breath as footsteps got closer, Izuku’s breathing keeping you grounded as they echoed through the other line.

-Dipping behind another shelf you zigzagged through the aisles hoping to lose him as you slowly and quietly made your way to the entrance, your plan being to run outside and find Izuku.

-Your plan though was cute short when an arm wrapped tightly around your waist bringing you flush with a sturdy chest, your ex’s head dipping into your hair and breathing in your scent in an exaggerated sniff.

- “You like the chase Y/N-chan~? I’ve got you now.”

-Izuku’s panicked voice could be heard coming from your phone as he listened to your ex talking to you.

-A whimper of your actual boyfriend’s name left your lips in an attempt to get away from him but his grip on you tightened making a sob escape you as tears cascaded down your cheeks, too many awful memories of your past relationship flooding your mind.

-You wanted your Izuku.

- “Aww baby don’t cry. And my name isn’t Izuku so don’t make that silly little mistake again because it doesn’t make me happy when you call out other men’s names. I got you now and everything will be back to normal in no time. Just you and me my sweet Y/N.”

-You thrashed around, your hands clawing at the arm wrapped around your waist and the other one that was holding your chin.

-In your panic you didn’t even hear the ding of the store’s doors as your boyfriend stepped in, eyes immediately locking on your crying features and the outer fear in your eyes as you ex tried kissing your neck.

-It took him mere seconds to untangle you from your ex’s grasp and pull you safely into his chest, a punch flying right into your attackers jaw as he fell to the floor with a loud thud.

-His hands went immediately to cradle your head near his chest, rubbing soothing circles on your back as you sobs wracked through your body.

- “Shh angel, it’s me I’m right here shh. He can’t hurt you Y/N.”

-Police sirens echoed outside as a few officers poured through the double doors, Izuku scooping you up and taking you outside trudging the familiar road to your shared apartment.

-You wouldn’t let go of his hero costume as he calmly set you on your shared bed, whispering to you that he was only going to the closet to help you both change.

-It took him a lot of time to actually calm you down and when he managed it he called his agency to inform them that he would be taking the day off.

-The only thing he could do after that was hold you as close to his chest as he possibly could, reassuring you that he wouldn’t be coming anywhere close to you from now on that he was officially gone.

Bakugou Katsuki/ Pro Hero! Dynamight

-It was a stupid argument that escalated and now he found himself crashing at Kirishima’s.

-You two hadn’t talked for about a week now and Bakugou feared that you had had enough of him and you would break up if he called.

-He felt awful.

-He just wanted to go back home to you, kiss you, hug you, be back in his normal routine with the love of his life but no he had to be stubborn and push you to your limits with a silly argument that he doesn’t even remember what the fuck it was about.

-It was the third sleepless night for him and he couldn’t stop his brain from drifting to you and what you might be doing.

-You on the other hand were terrified out of your mind.

-Not long after Katsuki stormed out of your apartment you had started getting texts from an unknown number saying things like “He is finally gone” and “Now we can be together again dolly.”

-The nickname had sent shivers down your spine, memories of your toxic/yandere ex flooding your mind.

-Katsuki had helped you run away from him and heal after those dark days.

-Walking to the kindergarten you worked at became a constant threat.

-You were always looking behind your shoulder for anyone who might be following you, coming very close to calling Katsuki more than once when you thought that you had caught a whiff of your ex.

-You began asking your coworkers to walk home with you using the excuse that it felt kinda lonely walking alone.

-Things reached a tipping point when the photos started coming in.

-Photos of you in your class helping the kids, on your way to the station to catch your train every morning and even from inside your own house.

-Photos of you putting on one of Katsuki’s hoodies was filled with manic scribbles of the word stop as a big red circle was drawn around your boyfriend’s sweatshirt.

-It terrified you and you wanted nothing else than to call Katsuki and beg him to come back.

-But despite it all your worthless pride and ego got in the way convincing you that you would fight your ex with your own two hands.

-All those thoughts were tossed out the window when you heard your ex’s voice outside your apartment’s door on a late Friday night.

- “Dolly open the door~”

-In less than a second you had pushed the kitchen table in front of the door, your fingers hastily dialing Katsuki’s number, tears already streaming down your cheeks as your ex pounded at the front door, his voice and pleas becoming more and more aggressive as the seconds ticked by.

-Two agonizing minutes passed before Bakugou answered, his gruff voice reaching your ears from the other line as he answered with a short “What”

- “Katsu please h-he is trying to get in. H-he is at the d-door. I-I don’t know what to do.”

- “Baby lock yourself in our room and try to barricade the door. After that hide I’ll be there before you know it.”

-You could hear a door slamming shut and his hasty steps coming through the other line.

-Doing as you were told you locked your bedroom door, pushing your dresser in front of it as more bangs came from the front door the legs of the kitchen table scraping the floor as the door almost rattled off its hinges.

-Ducking underneath your bed you let out a few whines to which Katsuki answered with reassuring words.

- “I’m almost there baby, I’ll save you. Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry baby. I should be home with you right now keeping you safe from that lunatic. I’m sorry I love you so much.”

- “Katsu please hurry please. I-I’m so scared. Please.”

- “I can see our building don’t worry-”

-A loud thud came from the kitchen and only a few seconds later something rammed into the bedroom door ripping another whimper from your throat.

- “Oh my god Katsu he’s in our house!!”

- “Y/N, dolly, why are you making this so difficult my love? I just want” *thud* “to love you” *thud* “the way you” *thud* “DESERVE!”

-In one finally push your dresser was finally knocked over as the door creaked slightly open, your ex squeezing through the crack a laugh and a breathy moan of your name escaping his lips as he stepped inside.

- “Katsuki I lo-”

-The only thing that Katsuki could hear was your scream as he barreled up the stairs to your apartment.

-He was gonna skin that bastard alive for hurting you and then he would skin himself alive for allowing this to happen.

-He will never forget the look of pure terror in your eyes as you ex was pining you on the floor, your eyes darting through the room desperately searching for a way to escape this.

-Katsuki tackled your assailant, straddling his waist as he let punch after punch connect with the bastard's face as you cowered to the far corner of the room.

-After a few minutes of relentless punching your ex was knocked out cold while Katsuki was cradling you to his chest, rubbing circles onto your scalp as you sobbed in his chest.

-You don’t remember much of what happened later, too exhausted to process anything and too comfortable in Katsuki’s arms as he led you to Kirishima’s house to spend the night.

-He refused to take you to a hotel, he thought you would feel safer in a familiar environment.

-Kiri left you two alone as Katsuki prepared a bath and a change of clothes.

- “Katsu…”

-His name left your lips as a mere whisper and it broke his heart.

- “I can’t go back to our house...He had been in there….he had taken pictures I-I”

- “Shh it’s alright. It was getting kinda small for us anyways. Shh Don’t worry about it.”

- “I’m sorry Katsu, I’m so sorry.”

-It would take a lot of hard work to build up your sense of safety and he knew it but he was ready to give it his all for you.

- “No need to apologize baby. You know I would do anything for you and your safety and I’ll be here next to you now matter what. I love you and I will never stop. You kinda have my wrapped around your finger, woman.”

-You let out a weak giggle followed by an “I love you” of your own and a little peck on the lips, as you snuggled close to him, his arms bringing you safely to his chest in a way to calm your nerves.

-You really did have wrapped around your finger.

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blunky · 3 years ago

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ok, you must tell about your omori blorbos now

@crimpeeeko You already know my blorbos, you cheater.

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

hnnn.... bbbbasil. I really love Sunny as well, but because I've been musing a lot about Basil through rp stuff, he's on my mind a lot. He's just a little guy, you see, and also has his mental illness and severe trauma that he has to work through. We don't see a lot of his thoughts in game, so that leaves a lot of room to fill in the blanks with endless headcanons for me to get attached to. He's a little guy with emotions too big to contain.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

Mewo!!! Oh my god, Mewo... She...

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

Captain Spaceboy for sure. He's got such good themes and powerful kicks. He needs to get far away from Sweetheart. Also he's got his dissociative identities, which has me rapidly making the eyes emoji.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

Keeper of the Castle. There seems to be so much symbolism going on with this thing, even if I don't understand every aspect of it. They're such an interesting and mysterious creature. What they expand on in the Hikikomori route is just really neat, especially 'cause it's not something you'd ever see in the main route.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

Basil is the very obvious choice, so I'm gonna pick Omori. He doesn't hate Sunny. He's not a malicious entity. He's protective, he was made as a coping mechanism to keep Sunny safe. Sunny is self destructive, and so that's how Omori is. It's not some struggle for control over Sunny's body, Omori isn't an evil split personality. He's an avatar. He's a construct. He cares for Sunny, because that is his role. It's such a good dynamic that I haven't really seen talked about in this way.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

Hero. He's gone through so much as a teenager, and then gets destroyed again when he learns the truth. Very tasty angst there. It's fun to think about what would cause the face of mr. perfect to crack in front of everyone, not just Kel.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

Goodbye, Basil.

#omori #omori spoilers #text #i tried so hard to not put Basil for everything help #ask #eggssauce #crimpeeeko

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flooficandii · 3 years ago

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galaxy sorbet thoughts ONCE AGAIN . maybe i'll list a few headcanons/scenarios. as a treat

EDIT::: wrote out some of the chamber parts bc it looks like the parts about him wanting astras arm are retconned. might update them sometime when newer interactions are revealed

some fluff, rambling, and minor angst at the end . lets go lesbians

nuniq holds astra's metal arm a lot. especially after missions. she makes sure to check for wear and damage. nuniq knows astra is mindful of when and when not to use her powers, but it's a habit to make sure she doesn't overexert herself.

when she does notice damage, she worries. she understands that astra's radiance is extremely powerful and, in that same sense, extremely taxing on her body. astra, being the little ray of sunshine she is insists that she's just fine and she'll heal eventually

yknow how in astra's character art you can see that her lips are a little red?

yeah this woman wears lipstick for sure and has bomb ass makeup skills (coming back to this later)

that bright shade of red really shows when they're kiss marks on nuniq's cheeks

and most of the time nuniq is unaware of them until you call them out lmaOOOOO

cue her being all flustered, trying to rub it off with her fur hood

she secretly enjoys it guys dont worry

nuniq doesn't really wear makeup a lot. the most she's worn is lip gloss, but that's about it

astra sees nothing but a perfectly blank canvas for her to work her magic on

so yeah, downtime where they don't really have to worry about missions,,, astra breaks out the kit and starts painting tf out of her face

nuniq isn't opposed to makeup actually and enjoys letting her gf be all artistic

speaking of artistic, astra's notebook probably has a whole page (..or two) just filled up with doodles of nuniq

sometimes portraits, sometimes silly stick figures

astra definitely doodles the most when nuniq's away on a mission

missing the gf thingz

imagine astra just humming and sketching in the kitchen and phoenix or jett take a peek at her notebook

*mutual nodding* "this gayass"

oh yeah astra definitely hangs out with aput when nuniqs away

aput LOVES her . her bracelets are very fun to chew on

and astra thinks aput makes a nice pillow

thinks about the three of them cuddling in bed,,,,mmmm,,,,,,

i noticed astra paints the nails on her right hand so i can imagine she paints a matching set

nuniq with golden nails and purple accents,,,,astra with silvery nails,,,, blue accents,,,

already mentioned this in the form of a doodle, but they watch space documentaries together!! theyre very trippy lmao

nuniq and astra's music tastes are pretty similar. both into chill music

just remembered chamber existed lets go

now nuniq isn't like... Wattpad Protective™ of astra but she definitely makes it known that she doesn't like him

chamber will Attempt to engage in small talk with astra while nuniq's in the room and then there's her passive-aggressively going "haha begone capitalist"

both of them shit-talk chamber. no this is not a suggestion

hm just realized chamber would try to get on nuniq's good side too since he's trying to gain astra's trust

i mean this part is subject to change if ever we get astra-to-chamber interactions in the next episode but we'll see :]]]

⚠️⚠️minor gore warning for these!! ⚠️⚠️

....white boy takes them shopping: the movie

nuniq doesn't feel remorse about killing mirrors, but killing astra's mirror does force her to take a breather

seeing frostbite creeping through her corpse, bloody bullet wounds in her head and chest caused by her own gun,,,, fucks her up a lil bit yknow

at the end of the day she has to swallow it up and reassure herself that she hurt her because she had to

it doesnt even immediately comfort her when astra greets her upon return

....she literally saw her lifeless body like hours ago so i wouldnt blame her

nuniq might avoid astra a bit for her own sanity but she does come around eventually

in the form of a sudden, unexplained hug in the middle of the night after nuniq slips into astra's quarters

so they spend time quietly talking until dawn, nuniq speaking up about her troubles and astra slowly turning it around with a few jokes to lighten the mood until they're just giggling and basking in eachother's presence

nuniq has no idea how astra does it. she always finds a way to cheer her up, keep her chin up even in the worst scenarios. she knows astra won't ask her to pay it back, but she tries to as much as she can

that's how much she cares about her

#valorant oc #valorant astra #valorant nuniq #oc x canon #valorant oc x canon #galaxy sorbet #floof writes..kinda #sorry if these are messy i wrote these as they came into my head lmao #literally so much galaxy sorbet dynamic that i want to explore but i barely have the time to draw comics or formulate a proper fic #gJFJDJGJDKGKDLG #floofis brain worms

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bloodypapercut · 4 years ago

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r.l. headcanons

hello again! i honestly need to pay attention in class but this is more fun. hope you enjoy! don’t forget to drink some water today <3

word count: 1.3k

-when you first started dating he was very reserved, even though you had been best friends before you two got together. when remus does open up he shows you how he feels completely, he doesn’t leave a detail out because he wants you to do the same, he wants to know about every thought that runs through your mind so he can be there for you

-he values communication more than anything, he hated feeling like he was never heard or understood because he never spoke openly about how he feels, so when he opened up to you he felt safer and relieved. it was something you both struggled with, but the two of you together realized it’s okay to open up. despite your silent agreement to tell the each other how you felt, you never forced the other to speak unless they were ready and completely comfortable

-whenever he senses that you’re having a bad day he’ll sneak off to your dorm while you’re in class and he’ll hide little things for you to find in places he knows you frequent (which means a lot since he somehow enjoys most classes and doesn’t want to miss anything)

-he’d hide your favorite sweets in your drawer, his jumper on your pillow and he’ll look for your comfort book and press flowers and notes in between the pages for you to find when you read

-whenever you’re sitting in the common room he likes to sneak up behind you and drape a blanket on your shoulders, then he proceeds to lay his head on your lap, letting your fingers play with his hair

-tracing his freckles and scars (sometimes you’ll try and find constellations that form with his freckles)

-you two will have picnics all the time, usually lasting hours

-you’ll sit on a blanket, sitting cross legged while facing the other and reading. he’ll nudge you with his knee whenever he wants to recite a line to you (usually something from one of keats letters to fanny which makes you blush because the ardour he recites them with is honestly so endearing and wholesome). or you’ll lay down, holding hands while looking at each other letting the breeze flow through your jumpers.

-he loves chocolate, this is a known fact, but if he’s eating it around you he will always make sure to offer you the final piece and he will repeatedly insist because he just wants to give you everything he possibly can.

“remmmmm, stoppppp i don’t want any more chocolate, i'm serious. ” you’ll giggle pushing his hand away

“no i am!”

“shut the fuck up sirius.”

-he’ll send you letters, even though you see each other everyday. he includes poems and little doodles, sometimes you two will have an ongoing conversation through letters, never mentioning it when you two are together

-he’ll always hide his face whenever he wears glasses, he abhors them and claims they don’t suit him, but in reality he looks so ethereal

-you two always study together, whenever you explain something, he makes it his personal goal to kiss you after every sentence

-he’ll be going on and on explaining something for potions and you’ll blank out just listening to his voice, watching him wave his hands everywhere and looking at his face in awe

“i’ve lost you haven’t i? i knew i was horrible at explaining.”

“no no no you’re just so-” you’d cut yourself off and kiss him because you didn’t even know how to describe how much you admire him

“i didn’t quite understand what you meant, mind doing that again so i fully understand?”

-slow dancing in his dorm while listening to records (imagine dancing together the michelle by the beatles, and he recites the lyrics to you softly)

-okay so the song i’ll try anything once by the strokes (even though it didn’t exist in that era), imagine reciting the lyrics back and forth to each other and your smiles would be so wide and it would be so pure and innocent and filled with love

-you two just like being around each other, you could be sitting against his headboard while holding hands letting music play or you can just sit by the black lake while tossing pebbles without saying anything

-he likes tracing the lines on your palms

-he’s always in a trance when he’s around you, he loves you so deeply that he can’t help but compliment you every chance he gets. they’re often very soppy statements but you love hearing them either way.

“you look like an angel.”

“you’re glowing beautiful.”

“your mind is the most brilliant thing ever to exist.”

-whenever you hug, he wraps his arms completely around your waist and he buries his head in your hair. he likes lifting you slightly off the ground and swings you slightly from side to side

-you two make out a lot which surprises people because they didn’t expect remus to be so insatiable, especially in public

-he loves kissing you on the cheek, he does it so much. you’ll be in the middle of talking or chewing or brushing your hair and he just does it and it melts your heart

-when you’re talking to someone he hugs you from behind and kiss your cheek and it’s so sweet

-he. giggles. so. much. sometimes for no reason he’ll start giggling and when you ask why he’ll just shake his head and continue giggling

-he uses so many ornate words whenever he talks, it’s hard to get a grasp on what he’s talking about half the time

-he gives amazing advice because he’s so compassionate, he never wants you or anyone around him to struggle or feel devoid of hope so he does everything in his power to figure out how to help someone, he’s so altruistic he forgets to take care of himself sometimes, but you’re there to look after him like he looks after you

-it had taken some convincing but he finally cracked down and let you join him and the marauders when it was the full moon. he was horrified of you getting hurt and he would never forgive himself if he was the cause of any of your pain.

-after your first night accompanying them you we’re a little roughed up, you had some bruises and cuts but nothing extreme as the other marauders made sure you didn’t get too close to him

-you spent the entire night with him in the hospital wing, sleeping on the stiff side chair

-when remus woke up he smiled seeing you curled up but his smile immediately dropped when he saw the cuts and bruises on your body, he felt tears slipping and the guilt he felt was consuming him. upon hearing his sniffles you opened your eyes slowly and panicked.

“rem, what’s wrong, what happened?” you’d ask while stroking his hair, kissing away the tears that slowly rolled down his cheeks

“i hurt you, didn't i?” he sounded so broken

“no, no, don't say that you didn’t okay? i knew what i was getting myself into, this isn’t your fault.”

“you can’t come anymore, i can’t stand to see you like this knowing i did it.”

“nonsense, you know that’s not true.”

eventually he cracks down and allows it under the condition that you stay in the shrieking shack whenever the marauders notice that he’s being a bit more aggressive

-after his transformation you’d take him to the prefects bathroom and run him a bath. he’ll be so burnt out but despite that he’s so adamant on cleaning you off, which you don’t allow. you both sit in the bath facing each other and you’ll wipe the dirt off him with a cloth, being careful for cuts, and wash his hair. it would be so quiet and intimate, all you’d hear is his breathing and the sounds of the water dripping from the cloth. eventually you’ll finish but he turns his back to you and rests his head on your chest, closing his eyes. you stroke his shoulder lightly, pressing kisses to his forehead as he thanks you and tells you how in love he is with you repeatedly

#remus lupin #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin headcanon #mauraders era #remus lupin x reader #harry potter

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cripplingaddictions · 5 years ago

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Bakugo x Reader: Confession

Summary: After Bakugo’s mental breakdown with Midoriya outside the dorms, you take it upon yourself to get him to open up. Of course it isn’t easy, but you two had known each other for years. Bakugo realises how he really feels and claims you as his own.

Rating: SFW

Genre: Fluff, angst, lime

Word Count: 4.7k

A/n: I love comfort fluff and tending to wound tropes... and I also used the headcanon that Bakugo needs hearing aids, so that is included in this fic. I’m also sorry about the slow updates... I’ll have some headcanons out for haikyuu in the new future so stay tuned!

The crisp night air flooded through the open windows as you held a warm drink in your chilly hands. A fluffy blank landed on your shoulders as Mina deposited them off to everyone. You shifted yourself to meet Mina’s extraordinary eyes, nodding in thanks. Mina returned with a cheery smile of her own.

All the girls of 1A populated the couches, basking in the much needed warmth. A few boys sat amongst you, such as Kaminari, Kirishima, Ojiro, and Sero. Mineta desperately cried for help, wrapped in a cocoon of Sero’s tape after a perverted comment directed at Momo. Todoroki did as he always did, awkwardly standing slightly adjacent to the lively group, a keen but kind eye flickering between classmates as they contributed to the conversation.

“Everyone!” Iida marched up to your group, “Leaving the windows open in this weather is incredibly irresponsible! You will all get a cold!” His rapidly chopping hands paused momentarily to hurriedly pull all the windows shut.

“Thanks, emergency exit!” Kirishima waved at the class representative. A satisfied expression washed over Iida’s face.

You rolled your eyes, slightly smiling at them, before taking a prolonged sip of your warm beverage. Without spilling it, you pulled your legs up on the couch to cross them.

The class was happily celebrating a successful hero licensing exam. All but Bakugo and Todoroki. Hagakure and Momo had insisted they could join you too. It didn’t surprise you that Todoroki showed up but Bakugo didn’t, for one of them took it a lot worse than the other.

Bakugo was your childhood friend, knowing him since forever. There wasn’t a time you didn’t know each other, but not quite outdating him knowing Midoriya. You never really announced yourselves as “friends”, per se. It more so happened by consistently interacting, never really introducing yourselves. One of those friendships that “just happened”, neither of you remembering when you really met each other. Turns out, your mothers had been friends for years prior.

As you two grew older, and Bakugo became more and more like... himself, you did not condemn for anything he would say to Midoriya, being quirkless. Luckily, you happened to manifest a fairly powerful quirk, so he never judged you for it. He could never find himself to explode at you whenever you told him to back off. He may yell, but it never went further than petty insults. Of course, Mitsuki would have been appalled with him if he did. She definitely had a soft spot for you.

Once starting at UA, Bakugo’s ego slowly but surely began to deflate. He began to obtain standards, something that surprised you plenty. You noticed how he acted around Kirishima. That was when you realised the difference between how he treated all his peers. He seemed to rank them - most worthy of his friendship and time to least. Upon witnessing Kirishima - someone pretty high in those “ranks” - interact with him, you noticed the outside perspective. How nice he was to you and Kirishima, compared to people like Midoriya.

Eventually, you grew an odd feeling in your chest whenever he showed up to class. Top buttons undone and without a tie. Or when you caught a glimpse of his ember swirling eyes. Not to mention during training, rocking up in that hero costume of his.

You even began to play a little game. Testing him to see how long you could pester, order, or genuinely annoy him before he literally exploded at you. More and more of late, that time stretched. Unfortunately, your little experiment didn’t go unnoticed. All the girls of 1A knew, questioning you about it. You passed it off as something you thought would be funny. Only Mina saw right through you. She knew you liked him and constantly teased you about it to no end. Midoriya and Kirishima were the only others to notice you pushing his buttons more than usual lately.

Uraraka’s voice broke through your elaborate train of thought, “Y/N...”

“Yeah?” You answered.

“Do you have any idea where Deku is?” Her voice trembled slightly, her cheeks going slightly pinker as she rubbed the back of her neck. She couldn’t be more obvious about her crush on Midoriya, so you had nothing to worry about. “He hasn’t come back since Bakugo said he wanted to talk to him. I’m kind of worried about him.”

A huff left your lips, “In all honesty, I am too. There’s no telling what Bakugo wanted to talk to him about.”

“He might be seeking girl advice,” Mina chimed in, sending a sly wink in your direction.

You immediately took a long sip of your drink, hoping the cup hid your slight blush as you furrowed your eyebrows at Mina.

“I highly doubt it,” Tsuyu placed a finger to her chin in thought, “I’m not sure that Bakugo would need that kind of advice. Especially not from Midoriya.” Your gaze fell.

“He probably wants to kill him,” Jirou shrugged her shoulders, taking a sip from her own drink.

Jirou’s comment silenced the group of 1A girls. Only condescending sipping of drinks and the guys chattering filled your ears. Your attention left your drink to the sound of shuffling feet approaching. Bright yellow eyes met yours when the source of the shuffling feet sat beside you.

“Ladies,” Kaminari’s smooth voice wooed as he rested his arms on the back of the couch, “What’re you guys talking about?”

Dyed red hair, held up by a graphic bandana, flashed your peripheral vision as Kirishima took a seat next to you. He pouted slightly when you flashed him an almost sarcastic smile. The pout couldn’t mask that he could see right through you. Worry for Bakugo plagued your mind. There was no doubt Midoriya had improved his ability to use his quirk. If Bakugo had indeed wanted to fight him, he definitely underestimated him.

“I’m sure he’s just in bed, Y/N,” Kirishima placed a hand on your shoulder, “It is way past eight-thirty.”

You stifled a small giggle, nodding at Kirishima’s words and mentally thanked him for his optimistic nature. You continued to sip your drink in silence, occasionally tuning in to Mina and Kaminari’s chaotic conversation. Overall, you felt the homeliness of this family created through 1A. A homeliness soon to be destroyed.

A loud bang caused everyone to close their mouths, the worst case scenario filled your head. Luckily, when you followed it to its source, it came to a slammed door. An easy answer came to your mind; the wind. However, standing before the door stood Bakugo and Midoriya. Both definitely looking a bit rough around the edges. A gauze on each cheek, they looked defeated. They refused to reach each other’s eyes, or any other pair staring them.

You cautiously planted your cup on the coaster before you, as if you were afraid of agitating Bakugo, easily spotting the anger and emotion in his ruby eyes.

“Bakugo and Midoriya!” Iida rushed over to them in a flash, his arms chopping up and down in anger, “Where on earth have you been? Why do you look like you just got into another brawl with some villains?”

“Shut the hell up, four-eyes,” Bakugo snapped, grumbling to himself. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, before storming past the couches.

Before anyone could stop you, you leapt to your feet. Your drink left behind, you rushed after Bakugo. The blanket around your shoulders flowed behind you like a cape, you called out to the angry blond, “Bakugo!”

Bakugo ignored you, continuing up the stairs. Hurriedly, you sped up the stairs and overtook him.

Your body blocked his, “Bakugo, what the hell happened?”

His head continued to hang low, his blond hair falling to obscure his eyes from view as you desperately tried to meet them. Scratches, grazes and cuts littered his face and arms, some covered up with gauze. The two gauzes on his cheeks mirrored each other, lightly stained in blood. Dust and dirt smudged up his arms; his wounds weren’t properly cleaned. His hands stuffed in his baggy sweatpants shook slightly, from both physical and emotional pain.

“Shut up, Y/N,” Bakugo’s wavering voice protested, failing at any attempted aggression, “I don’t need to tell you shit.”

You heaved in a shaky breath, “True, but I want to know. I might be able to help you.”

“You can’t help me,” his voice raised, causing you to step back. You really wished you could see his eyes, to see what kind of pain he was in.

“You won’t know that until you tell me what’s wrong,” you sighed, trying your best to stay calm and not snap back.

“Get out of my way...”

Bakugo harshly barged his shoulder into yours, causing you to stumble to the side slightly. You stepped after him as he continued to his dorm, the most likely place you imagined he would storm off to. You caught up again, flinging an arm out in front of him. His warm, sweaty hand latched onto your forearm. Your heart skipped a beat, relishing the ironically soft touch.

However, the softness of his touch contradicted his tone, “Y/N, move... right now...”

“Bakugo!” You cried, not afraid of the slightly startled boy before you.

You didn’t budge or flinch as you laced your fingers between the ones he gripped onto your forearm with. With a soft touch, you lifted his chin upwards to get a perfect view of his face.

His cut up face held the softest expression you had ever seen. No crease sat between his eyebrows, grazes over his forehead. The gauzes taped to his cheeks hid the worst of his face injuries, letting a small amount of blood to seep through it. His eyes glistened with tears, about to be spilt. They stung red, from previous tears.

Katsuki Bakugo stood before you, with tears in his eyes.

The Katsuki Bakugo.

“You can tell me, you know,” You hushed, once his bloodshot eyes met your sympathetic ones, “I’ve always been there for you, like when you got your hearing aids.”

One hand still holding his, you let the other one slip up to expose the small black device in his left ear. It wrapped around the back, resting behind his ear. A soft sympathetic smile graced your features, as Bakugo squeezed his eyes shut. He entered a vulnerable state, allowing you to wrap an arm around his lower neck and pull him into a hug.

“Please...” You whispered, “It’s better if you let it all out.”

Bakugo awkwardly stepped out of the hug, slipping his hand out of your grip. His eyebrows creased again, squinting his eyes to hold back any tears. He shoved his hands into his pockets, and refused to meet your eyes again.

“I’m just fucking pissed!” He raised his voice again, “I’m pissed at myself. At damn Deku! How did he become someone so damn special? And I didn’t!? When I finally get fucking recognised for something... it’s because I ended All Might! Why me?”

Your breath hitched. All of Bakugo’s pain unloaded onto you. All Might’s end happened a small while ago. He held this guilt in for that long? No wonder he was angry. In a way, you felt privileged and relieved Bakugo opened up to you. You always tried to be there for him. You wished you could have been there earlier, to stop him ever feeling like this in the first place.

“Bakugo...” You hushed his uneven breathing. It almost sounded like he was about to have a panic attack, “You couldn’t have prevented it. No one knew that it was going to happen. The last person who should be blaming themselves is you.”

“I could have done something! All I did was stand and watch. I left as soon as I saw you call out to me. Damn it!”

“Look at me, Bakugo,” digging into his pockets, you removed his hands from them and held them in your own, “If you didn’t leave when I called you, not only All Might would have ended. You would have too. And I don’t know what I would ever do if you did.”

A sharp inhale came from Bakugo’s parted lips, before he trailed off, “Da-damn it...”

“I care about you, Baku,” you let your thumbs run small uncoordinated circles on the back of his warm veiny hands. You couldn’t force yourself to look into his eyes, afraid of how he would respond. “I care more than you can ever imagine.”

“I- I-, fuck...” He couldn’t form sentences, let alone words. You, of course, couldn’t blame him. Not only because of his current emotional state, but you knew it would take a little bit more to get something so sincere out of Bakugo.

“It’s okay,” you finally met his red eyes, trying to mask the glossiness of your own, “It’s okay if you don’t return my feelings... I won’t take it too harshly.”

A small cocky grin slid its way onto Bakugo’s disheartened features, “Who said I didn’t, baka.”

Little giggles left your mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck. A newfound sense of confidence filled you. Not only did you let the burden of your confession lift off your chest, but he reciprocated the feelings. You couldn’t wait to tell Mina all about it.

“Now...” All sadness and sorrow had drained from Bakugo, a sudden huskiness melted off his words, “Let me claim you as mine.”

“Wait, wha-” Without warning, Bakugo cut you off by pushing you forward towards the elevator at the end of the corridor. A small laugh left you again upon witnessing the determination - no matter what it was for - return to Bakugo. The Katsuki Bakugo you knew and loved was back.

Without letting go of your wrist, Bakugo frantically pressed the elevator button, “Hurry up, you damn elevator!”

“Yelling at it want make it come faster, you know.”

“Shut up, Y/N.”

Once the elevator pinged, the doors slid open. Bakugo rushed you inside, turning around to watch as the doors slid shut again. No words were spoken, both of you urgently watching the elevator travel up to the level his dorm stood located in. You adjusted your hand in Bakugo’s grip, only for him to squeeze your hand tighter. The small action caused a tiny smile to tug at your lips in satisfaction. Damn, it felt good to finally have him.

The travelling between the elevator and Bakugo’s dorms happened so quickly it was all a blur. The only thing you knew was the sound of the door slamming behind you, before you were back up against the wall beside it.

Bakugo’s rough, calloused hands pinned your wrists to your side. There was no time to protest before the gap between you two closed. Your lips roughly fought against his a loosing battle. His lips felt chapped but soft at the same time. The taste of nitroglycerin lingered between your lips, the smell of caramel wafting into your nostrils. His hands let go of your wrists, finding a new home firmly on your hips only to press you further against the wall. Hands now free, they rushed into his hair. Silky blond locks weaved in and out of your fingers before you ran them down his neck to grip his shoulders.

The tickling of his tongue on your bottom lip begged your lips open, allowing it to slip inside your mouth. You desperately fought against his rough movements, only to lose. He took complete dominance as he slipped a knee between your thighs and propped you even further up the wall. In retaliation, you wrapped your legs around his waist, so he supported your full weight. Your crotch shamelessly pressed against his lower abdomen.

A gasp left your mouth as his warm hands glided up your curves and beneath your shirt. Bakugo’s skilled fingers ran patterns on the soft skin of your back, sending countless satisfied shivers up your spine. Your mouths continued to move in sink as his fingers slid along the skin just beneath your bra. The moan that escaped your mouth sent a wicked smirk onto Bakugo’s lips. Without warning, Bakugo’s lips left yours and attached to the soft skin of your jaw. You tilted your head to the side to give him more access to trail kisses down the curve of your neck. At the same time, one of his hands ran to the clasp of your bra. He fiddled with it, desperately trying to unclasp it before he gave up and detached his warm mouth from your neck.

“Damn it,” his warm moist breath tickled your neck, “How does this shitty thing work?”

You let a laugh leave your lips as you arched your back for your own hands to slip up your shirt. In an instant, you had detached it. The bra lacked straps, causing it to immediately drop to the floor.

A growl left Bakugo as he began sucking on the soft flesh of your neck. His warm, wet tongue pressed and flicked against it. The occasional sensation of his teeth grazing over your neck made a shiver slide up your spine. Bakugo’s large hands travelled back to the front, fanning over you exposed breasts. They travelled over them until he lightly fondled them in his hand, squeezing gently. Your hands on his shoulders quickly gripped onto the fabric of his black tank top. One of his thumbs flicked over your hardened nipple, causing his name to fall from your mouth in a pleasurable moan.

Bakugo greedily grunted, whispering against your neck, “Yeah, I like that, Y/N...”

His tongue continued to trail over your skin, sucking and flicking until he pulled away. Your eyes fluttered open, leaning down to press your forehead against his. Slowly, Bakugo’s hands trailed back down your sides and pulled out of your shirt. Your feet made it safely back down to the ground. When you attempted to meet Bakugo’s eyes, you found them trailing over purple bruises covering your neck, continuing up to the start of your jaw.

“Now you’re mine,” Bakugo brought you into a safe hug, letting you rest your head into the crevice of his neck. Your eyes squeezed shut again, delving yourself completely into his sent of caramel.

“As far as first kisses go,” you teased, letting a cheeky grin slide onto your face, “that wasn’t half bad.”

“Damn well, it wasn’t half bad!” His voice lifted higher, a familiar angry tone taking over. An even bigger smile came to your face once you realised he had almost completely forgotten the predicament he was in previously. “That better have been the best kiss ever!”

A little string of laughs left you, “Yeah, yeah. It was the best. You got me there.”

The silence continued for a little longer, until Bakugo retreated out of the hug. He cleared his throat before turning away from you. You took the opportunity to rush to his mirror, observing the damage he had done. A dozen or so purple hickies littered across your neck. They travelled all the way to your jaw and almost your ears. It would take a lot of foundation to cover those up, you thought.

“I’m definitely yours, it seems,” you turned to Bakugo, who only grunted, “I almost look as beat up as you.”

“I’m fine,” came his reply.

“You still need to clean those wounds and cover them up.”

“I don’t need Recovery Girl.”

“No, we shouldn’t bother Recovery Girl right now. I’d be happy to do it for you in the girls bathroom. Mr Aizawa is long gone, don’t worry about him catching us.”

“What about your annoying extras?”

“If any of the girls come in, I’m sure they’ll understand and make a pretty quick exit. I promise.”

Bakugo huffed in reply as you tilted your head in the direction of the door. You made your way to the door. As you reached out for the door handle, a bundle of black was thrown at you.

“Cover up, damn it,” Bakugo shoved his hands in his pockets and joined you by the door, “You don’t even have a bra on.”

“Oh, yeah,” you hurriedly unfolded the black clothing item, to find it was one of Bakugo’s plain black hoodies. You slipped it over your head and let it drop down a little further than your hoodies usually would. Caramel scent engulfed you, making it clear it hadn’t been washed since the last wear. Normally, that would disgust you, but it was your boyfriend’s. You plotted how long you were going to hold onto it in your head as you bundled the hood around your neck.

You gestured to yourself, only to receive a shrug from Bakugo. The shrug couldn’t hide the tiny reddish tint on his cheeks from the sight of you in his clothes. A victorious smile made it to your face, and you opened the door.

The journey to the girl’s bathrooms was uninterrupted. You led him there, linking pinkies the whole way. He hesitated to walk through the door, after all it was the female bathroom. The door shut suddenly behind you as you pointed Bakugo to sit on the bathroom counter. Swinging open the cabinet above the sink, you pulled out a small box of first aid supplies. You placed you hands on your hips after allocating the box a spot next to Bakugo.

“Take your shirt off,” you demanded, the authoritative tone desperately hiding the redness of your ears.

“Why?” Bakugo grumbled, mocking you with arms crossed.

“So I can see if you have any further injuries,” You opened the first aid box, pulling out a dry rag. Out of the corner of your eye, you spied Bakugo lifting his tank top over his head to reveal his toned chest and abs as you ran cold water over the rag. Wringing it of excess water, you turned to see him checking himself over for any injuries.

“Nothing,” Bakugo bluntly replied.

“Yes, but your ribs are bruised,” you pointed at the green patches of flesh along his sides. The mirror didn’t indicate any wounds or bruises on his back. Without warning, you dragged the moist rag over the bruises. A few droplets of water rolled down his chiseled stomach as he pulled back.

“That shit is cold!” Bakugo exclaimed, “I’m getting wet now, damn it!”

“It’s a rag with water, what did you expect?” You hummed, continuing to trace the bruised ribs softly with the rag. You leaned over the counter to grab hold of his closest hand, resting your sover it. “Stay still.”

Once you had finished, you gently gripped one of his forearms. The cloth traced his skin, washing it clean. You had to scrub it softly at some points, but avoided any of the open grazes and cuts. You travelled the cloth to run over his biceps, this time lightly dabbing at the largest graze. Your skilled hands couldn’t hide the blush on your face, especially with his fiery eyes watching your every move. They occasionally shifted to your concentrated features.

The cloth quickly passed over his shoulders and chest, before repeating the process on his other arm. This one wasn’t as scratched up as the other, making your job a lot simpler. Once you finished, you took a step back over to the sink.

“You’re probably gonna hate what I’m about to do,” you sighed, wringing out the rag after rinsing it.

“What are you gonna do?” He demanded, less agitated than he usually would be.

You didn’t answer with words but with your actions. Stopping the dripping of the rag, you dragged it around the gauze on his cheek. His hand swiped up, grabbing your wrist and pulling my hand away from his face.

“Die shitty rag! How dare you come near my face!”

A full hearted laugh left your lips, your head tilting back, “I’m trying to help you, baka. Please let me.”

Bakugo studied your face for a short while, until he ripped his eyes away, “Fine.” He left his cheek exposed, letting you place the rag back onto it. All the dust and ash had been scrubbed from his cheeks and nose. You softly dragged the rag over his forehead, softly dabbing it over a shallow graze. Once, your hand pulled away, you leaned up to place a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Are you done?” Bakugo rolled his eyes, pressing his bare back against the mirror.

You shook your head, “Nope. Not even close.” You placed the damp rag in the sink, digging around in the first aid box again. Bakugo groaned in annoyance, causing you to smile and shake your head again.

Cold plastic slipped between your finger tips - a small bottle of antiseptic. Pulling it out, you placed a few cotton balls next to it. Carefully, you dropped a small amount of antiseptic onto the cotton ball. You lifted it towards Bakugo, who grimaced at the sight.

“I can’t promise this won’t hurt,” you hissed in empathy, hesitantly detaching he hand from the counter. Pulling his arm closer, you dabbed the cotton ball onto one of the shallow grazes on his forearm.

Bakugo immediately pulled back, “Antiseptic can die!” You smiled, knowing that was his way of saying that it stung.

“It’s gonna sting a little bit,” you rolled your eyes, “I did tell you that.”

Your hand swiped out to grab his wrist in it again as he constantly ripped it away, “Katsuki Bakugo! It’ll get infected and hurt even more if you don’t let me do this!” You exclaimed in a playful seriousness.

“Say that again,” the grimace on Bakugo!s face dropped, his features now softer.

“It’ll get infected?”

“No, baka. My name.”

“Your name? Katsuki Bakugo?”

The smirk on his face now unmistakable, he placed a hand on your waist, “Yeah, call me Katsuki. I like when you say my name.”

A similar smirk crossed your face as you placed a hand over his on your waist. Without warning him, you took the cotton ball and frantically dabbed it onto the next graze. Katsuki grunted, whipping his arm out of your reach.

His eyes remained glued in the victimised graze, “What the hell? That was a dirty trick!”

“It worked, though,” you replied, drenching a new cotton ball in antiseptic, “That’s all that matters.”

“Whatever.”

Eventually, he gave up fighting against you, allowing you to finish applying antiseptic to grazes and cuts on his arms and shoulders without much fuss. You left the injuries covered by the gauze on his cheeks alone, immediately tending to the largest and most tender graze on his forehead. With your free hand, you pushed back his blond hair that shaded it. You kept that hand lovingly caressing the start of his hairline, while the other hesitantly dabbed at the graze.

Katsuki hissed through his teeth, causing you to slip your hand down the side of his face. You held his cheek in your palm and sent him an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry,” you placed the cotton ball down into the small pile of used ones under Katsuki’s observant gaze.

“I think I’m going to leave that one exposed. It needs to dry out to heal properly,” you explained thoroughly. A grunt left Katsuki as you pulled out more gauzes and a roll of bandage.

After a silent moment, you had successfully wrapped up his entire right forearm in a bandage. A large gauze covered a wide but shallow graze on his left shoulder and a couple of smaller ones littered over some small ones on his left bicep.

As you began to quietly pack up the first aid box, you felt a pair of arms slide around your waist. You stood on your tippy-toes to place it back in the cabinet, only for the limbs to wrap around you tighter. Katsuki’s breathtaking red eyes met yours in the reflection of the mirror, where you swayed in his arms in contentment.

“When I’m let off this shitty house arrest,” Katsuki grumbled into your marked neck from your previous activities, “I’m taking you out.”

“Yeah,” you laughed, leaning your head against his, “I’d love to, Katsuki.”

“It wasn’t a choice.”

A giggle left your lips, leaving both of you happy as you stood in each other’s arms.

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RFA+V+Saeran Having a Fight with Their S/O

This came as a request from @sneksssss This is my first real angst headcanon I’ve written here. There is some angst in here but it does have a happy ending because I’m a sap who likes happy endings.

Zen/Hyun

Arguments between the two of you weren’t common but when they did they absolutely sucked.

Usually they all got sorted out pretty quickly but this one was different.

It started when you told him that you didn’t like how he treated Jumin all the time. You explained that you understood why he didn’t like him and why Jumin made him angry but it had gotten to the point where Zen’s antagonism towards Jumin was starting to make other people uncomfortable.

Of course Zen didn’t take that very well.

He was stomping around the apartment grumbling under his breath. You had tried everything to calm him down but it wasn’t working Every attempt he made only seemed to make him angrier and eventually things reached a boiling point.

“So what! Do you like that jerk more than me?”

“Zen that’s not what I’m saying. I’m just saying-”

“If you like him so much, why don’t we just break up so you can be with him instead!”

You both stopped. The second the words came out of his mouth Zen knew he regretted it. His heart dropped seeing the way tears welled up in your eyes.

“You. You want to break up?” You stutter out, heart breaking with every word. Zen runs to you embracing you before you could even take a step back.

“No. I don’t want to break up, I never want to break up. I didn’t mean it I’m sorry!” Zen held you tight. You quickly wrapped your arms around him.

“I know that Jumin reminds you of your brother, and I know how much your family has hurt you. But Hyun, can you please just try and be more patient with him?”

You can see how he was struggling but he sighed and nodded pulling you into another hug.

“I’ll try. For you, I’ll try”.

Yoosung

It was about his mental health, and by extension, about Rika.

You knew how profound Rika’s loss had been on him. How much he missed her but now the effects were really starting to take a toll on him and you.

He was barely going to class anymore, he spent most of the day playing video games or sleeping. Getting him to eat anything other than junk food was practically impossible.

After a while you finally decided it was time for an intervention. You hated seeing him suffering so much.

When you finally mentioned to him that maybe he should see a therapist, or even just a doctor he got pretty upset.

He kept insisting that he didn’t need to see a doctor, that he was just grieving. You tried telling him that there’s no shame in seeing a therapist.

That didn’t do much in terms of convincing him though. In some ways it only seemed to upset him more. He continued to insist that he didn’t need help, he was just fine on his own.

It got to the point that you were both crying, you didn’t want to fight with him about this but you felt this was too important and you didn’t want to give up.

Finally it reached a breaking point where Yoosung broke down. You reached out to him slowly putting your arm around his shoulders.

“I don’t want to let her go MC. She was my family, I can’t just forget her.” His voice was small, you leaned over and put your forehead against his back.

“Moving on doesn’t mean forgetting her. Rika knows how much you love her, and even though I didn’t know her I can’t imagine Rika would want you to be so miserable. You can still live a full happy life without forgetting her.”

He was quiet but by the way he took your hand in his, you knew he understood.

Jaehee

Jaehee was a chronic workaholic. You knew this, everyone in the RFA knew this.

That didn’t mean it was healthy, even after she started the cafe she still had a bad habit of working late into the night. She also wasn’t very good at sharing her work either. No matter how much you offered to take on some of her work you could never convince her.

You found her working at the cafe long after closing, she was staring at a cake recipe she had been working on, you could see evidence of her multiple attempts on the counters.

You asked her what she was still doing working and from there it escalated.

It hardly looked like a fight, the two of you weren’t yelling but it was obvious that you were disagreeing. She kept brushing you off, insisting that it was fine and she wanted to get this all done before she finished for the day.

You kept trying to convince her to call it a day. You both needed to be up early to open the cafe for the commuters and she wasn’t going to be able to get any sleep at this rate. Even if there wasn’t any yelling there was plenty of passive aggressive comments and dismissive looks.

This went on until eventually you and Jaehee locked eyes. You could see how tight her shoulders were and how dark the circles under her eyes were.

Slowly she put the pastry bag full of frosting down and sighed. You could see how all the fight went out of her.

“Let’s go to bed Jaehee. We can talk about this in the morning.”

The next day, somewhat rested and preparing the cafe to open you talked. You both talked about your concerns, you both listened to each other and agreed to work better as a team so Jaehee wouldn’t have to work so much.

You are partners after all, you take care of each other.

Jumin

Jumin Han doesn’t yell in fights. He’s trained to be calm under pressure.

He’s the type to do that thing where he speaks in a completely monotone voice so everything he says sounds rational.

Which by comparison makes you look hysterical, which makes you want to get angrier and yell louder.

It all started when you went to a business event together. A party filled with many accomplished business men and women. It was a perfect way for Jumin to make some good connections.

Trouble started when someone had approached you, you knew that he was someone important so you did everything you could to be polite.

Jumin had overheard some of the conversation and had assumed the worst. He most of the night silent towards you, He hadn’t even said a word until you both got home.

You knew that Jumin had a tendency to be a tad possessive over you but you had only had a conversation with the guy. But apparently that was more than enough for Jumin to feel jealous.

Jumin was watching you with his arms crossed over hie chest, his face completely blank. You were standing over him, trying to explain what had happened.

“I wasn’t flirting” You insisted.

“He was flirting, you just let him.” You covered your face. You had already been through this part of the conversation and nothing you said had convinced him. At your breaking point you finally admit the truth to him.

“Fine. I knew he was flirting, but I know that he’s important. I didn’t want to offend him and possibly make you lose a chance for work with him.” Jumin’s face softened. He seemed to realize your sincerity. The blank expression on his face disappeared, now there was only guilt.

“I’m sorry.” Jumin said honestly. He rose from his chair and bowed his head. “I’m sorry I assumed the worst. Please forgive me.”

You give him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“Oh Juju I’ve already forgiven you.”

“And so you know. I would never do business with a man who would so shamelessly flirt with someone knowing they’re in a relationship. If something like that ever happens again do not be afraid to stand up for yourself.” You smiled, holding his hand.

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Seven/Saeyoung

He was being distant again.

Even though things had calmed down a lot Seven still struggled with his mental health. So sometimes he would pull away from you like he did before you got together.

Usually it only lasted a day before he snapped out of it and apologized. But this time it was longer, and after three days he was still keeping away from you.

When you decided to try and talk to him it lead to a fight.

It’s what you would expect, telling you to stay away from him, that he isn’t worth it. It isn’t anything you hadn’t heard before, but something about this time made it way worse.

“Saeyoung please, don’t push me out. If you need space I’ll give you space but you haven’t been eating or sleeping and I’m worried about you.”

“I can take care of myself. Just go away.”

“I just want to help you.”

“I don’t want your help!”

Frustrated you left the bunker. You weren’t sure where you were going to go but you needed to get out.

You made sure to stay where cameras could see you. Sure you were angry with him but you didn’t want him to panic. You chose a coffee shop to sit in for a little while so you could sort your thoughts.

After finishing your drink you figured it was time to head back home. As you approached the bunker you felt a lump in your throat while your stomach churned.

Taking a deep breath you get past the security system and open the door. You see Seven sitting on the couch, his gaze snaps up to you. He runs to you pulling you into a tight embrace.

“I was so worried.”

“I stayed where cameras could see me.”

“I know, but I thought. I thought you might not come back.” You pull him closer.

You close your eyes and hold him tight, until you both feel better.

“You can’t just push me out Saeyoung, I know things can be difficult but you can’t just push me out when things get bad.”

“I know, I’ll do better, I promise.”

V/Jihyun

Honestly I can’t imagine V truly fighting with anyone.

He seems like the kind of person who would rather be wrong than in a fight.

So here’s what I think would be more realistic for him.

Jihyun had grown a lot since you first met. The V you met was long a piece of history. But sometimes, especially when things got difficult you could see the V you used to know reemerge.

It began when he started to talk down on himself more. You could see how much harsher he was on himself. How he kept apologizing for the smallest of things. Then you noticed how he stopped painting and drawing.

Finally he stopped talking about he was feeling. He kept insisting he was okay, that you shouldn’t worry about him.

After talking with Jumin you decided that it would be best to try and talk to him about it directly.

You approached him after dinner one night, sitting next to him on the couch. You told him how he didn’t seem like himself, how he wasn’t talking to you about how he was feeling, and how you were getting worried.

“I’m fine love, please don’t worry about me.”

“Jihyun, you know you can talk to me.” You put a hand on his shoulder, he tensed under your touch, you pulled your hand back watching him carefully.

“I’m fine.” Jihyun stood up to walk into the other room but you couldn’t just let him go. You stood up.

“Jihyun stop!” He froze in his place. “Look at me.” He turned around facing you. Before you could even think you embraced him, arms circled around his chest, face in his shoulder. Just like that first time after escaping Magenta.

He was still as you held him.

“I know you have a hard time telling people when you aren’t doing well. I know you’re scared of being a burden but you aren’t. And god it makes me so angry thinking that you don’t think you can be open and honest with me about how you’re feeling.” You said. “I love you, more than anything Jihyun.”

He wrapped his arms around you, his face pressed into the crook of your neck, grasping your shirt to keep himself upright. You could feel how bad he was shaking as you held him.

“Let’s talk okay? You don’t have to tell me everything right now, but I’ll be here every step of the way.”

Saeran

Fights did happen sometimes. Because of his trauma he sometimes would lash out in anger.

This happened a lot whenever he felt trapped, or when he felt like he wasn’t in complete control.

As time went on these episodes became less and less frequent but they still happened once in a while.

This specific one started during a storm.

He had planned on going outside and working on his garden but it was raining and thundering so much that you didn’t think it would be a good idea to go out there.

Saeran knew that too, he didn’t want to get soaked or sick because of the cold but he hated the idea of being trapped inside. It made him feel anxious and powerless. And then, angry.

You tried to find other things for the two of you to do but he wasn’t having any of it.

“Maybe we could do some baking? I know you mentioned there was a recipe you wanted to try out-”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Saeran yelled, his arms were crossed over his chest while he paced back and forth around your living room.

“Saeran I’m not trying to tell you what to do, I just thought maybe-”

“Well you are! God you’re so frustrating!” Saeran reached up and grabbed at his hair. You took a deep breath and fought back tears. You hated seeing him like this, so angry and scared.

For the next hour you watched him, pacing, yelling, throwing insults. You stayed silent while you watched him. However eventually he started to run out of steam, sitting on the floor with his knees up to his chest. Now sobs racked his chest, guilt bubbling up.

After seeing him calm down a little you stood up slowly making your way over to him. You sat down next to him, not touching him but making your presence clear.

He didn’t look at you, he couldn’t bear to yet. But feeling your presence helped. You didn’t speak for a while but he rested his head on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, just barely loud enough to hear.

“I know Saeran. It’s okay.”

“It’s not. But thank you for staying with me.” You smiled at him, he glanced over at you not able to force himself to smile just yet.

“I’m not going to leave Saeran. I’m here for you, always.”

Although it was challenging for him to believe, when you said it. Somehow he believed it.

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thoughtfullyyoungduck · 4 years ago

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Do you think you could do something where reddies teenage daughter (any ship, or person, would be fine though) gets cheated on, and how the losers would react when she tells them? And maybe she’s trying not to show her emotions about it? It could be headcanons too, whichever you see fit.

A/N: I decided to make a hc because I didn’t have a lot of inspiration to write a full blown one shot, but I might later if I find inspiration! Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy it!

- first of all, Richie and Eddie have no idea their daughter is dating someone. Emily chooses purposefully to keep it a secret from them, not because she doesn’t trust them, but because they’re so open that she knows they’ll want to meet him straight away.

- That wouldn’t be a problem if it weren’t for the fact that her pops is both a famous comedian, and that the news papers have widly reported the death of Henry Bowers that Richie was involved with.

- Emily just wants her boyfriend to get to know her first before finding out about the crazy (but fun) ways of her family.

- The only one she tells about Steve, her boyfriend, is Bev. Bev is the one loser who won’t rat her out to her parents, and she also has very good advice on how to deal with the love sick feeling that come with a first crush. Aunt Bev and uncle Ben are still in that faze of their relationship so she’s equipped to deal with the questions.

- Anyway, Emily and David meet at the movie theaters whilst watching Star Wars the force awakens with friends.

- They both go for popcorn at the same time and like a true cliché get talking as a new batch is made.

- On their first official date they go biking and after they get ice cream in a shop near the park.

- Emily falls fast and hard and Bev’s warning about slowing things down falls upon deaf ears. Bev’s getting a little worried because Emily seems so infatuated with a guy that none of them have ever met, but she keeps her grades up and still maintains a close relationship with her friends so there’s really nothing Bev can do.

- The first time Bev really starts to doubt David and his intentions is when she accidentally reads a text from David where he’s very passive aggressive.

- She gets worried and tries to talk to Emily about it, but she doesn’t pay it any mind.

- Usually Bev would never even consider tattling on her niece, but she’s starting to debate on wether or not she should.

- Before she has a chance too her fears comes true.

- It happens when all the losers are at Richie and Eddie’s house, and Emily was hanging out the movies. Coincidentally the same place everything started.

- She was going with her friends, but caught David kissing with a girl from her class.

- Of course Emily is heartbreaking, and she goes home without even fully seeing the movie.

- All the losers are at her house, but she had forgotten that and so she storms in the house, thinking her parents would be in the living room watching tv.

- She opens the door and comes face to face with Stan, drinking from a glass of wine.

- Emily freezes and begins to cry, just at the sight of someone who’s really important to her. She feels a bit like a child that is desperate for the comfort of her parents.

- Obviously Stan calls over the other losers over, and Eddie and Richie are really worried about what’s going on.

- They hug her and pretty much beg for her to tell them what’s going on.

- Emily sobbing so much that she can’t explain what’s been happening, but she does motion for Bev to explain, at least the pets that Bev knows about.

- The parts that are left blank Emily fills in

- Her parents are rightfully furious, livid that someone dared to do that to their daughter.

- Especially Eddie, who’s ready to drive over to David’s house and kick his ass.

- Emily insists that she’s fine and it’s not a big deal, but the losers do not buy it.

- So, while Richie hugs Emily close to him, Eddie and Mike prepare her some comfort food.

- Bev helps her compose a message that absolutely destroys David verbally.

- Ben picks a movie to take her mind of things, and Bill asks to name a villain after David.

- The losers really help her move past the asshole that is her ex-boyfriend by distracting her and shit talking him.

#my writing #it chapter two imagine #richie tozier #it chapter 2 #stanley uris #hc #Richie x daughter #reddie #Eddie x daughter

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plush-rabbit · 5 years ago

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SFW Alphabet - Kaminari

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Denki is a very touchy friend. He constantly has an arm wrapped you, nudging you constantly, leaning against you and anything else you can think of. If he’s unable touch you- mainly because of distance- then he’s calling you nicknames.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

As an extrovert, friendship started with him coming up to you and flirting, giving you sly grins, winks and anything else that he has up his sleeve. As a best friend, he’s constantly flirting but it’s a bit more toned down or flirts more but it’s much more teasing like- marriage proposals when you’re both forty and single, putting his face close to yours until you shove him away- it all depends on the mood he’s in.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves to cuddle. If you ask him for a cuddle, he is already dragging you to the nearest soft surface and pulling you close to him. He loves being the little spoon and nuzzling into your neck. Alternatively, as long as you’re able to play with his hair, he’s happy.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He eventually wants to settle down. He would like a partner but he doesn’t see himself having an actual committed one until he’s older. He’s fairly okay at both cooking and cleaning. It’s enough where he can make simple dishes and where his room is cluttered but it does have a few empty bottles and pants where they’re not supposed to be.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Face to face. He’ll go to your place and just explain that you two aren’t a good fit for whatever reasons. He tries to be sensitive with your feelings but no breakups ever end on a good note. If he’s left clothes or any of his possessions at your place, they’re already gone. He doesn’t want to have to come back and face you once the breakup has happened.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He’s not interested in commitment when he’s young. He enjoys his youth, the freedom and fun that comes with it. He only decides to settle down when he’s older, wanting the domestic life that comes with it. Once the relationship does start, he will know fairly early that you’re the one but it’s still a wait until he’s on his knee.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s good at reading your emotions and knowing if you need space or comfort. He enjoys being near you and kissing your wrists and just sitting in silence with you if that’s what you need. He doesn’t need to be popular with you, he doesn’t have to put up a front because you’re there.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves hugs. He’s wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tight into his chest with a huge smile on his face. It’s a type of hug where you’re left breathless and giggling at how much he’s into it. You can expect a hug from him at least once a day but will gladly hug you if you ask for it or even hint that you want one.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Despite not being too interested in commitment he says the l-word fairly often. He means it, he does love you but with how often he’s said it, you don’t really believe that it’s the actual meaning. It’s until he’s serious and holding your hands in his and the words leave his mouth that they actually mean something.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Denki is a fairly positive person, always happy and making friends with other but when you’re being hit on, he gets possessive. His arm is around you and he’s planting a kiss on your cheek and talking to you like the other person doesn’t even exist. If you scold him and continue to talk to the person, he’s bound to sulk in a corner until you hold his hand.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

All types of kisses. Quick, little ones. Deep, passionate ones. Ones where it’s a mix and he’s holding onto your face or hands that dip to your hips. He loves to kiss you on your lips, he loves how personal and intimate it all is and how he can feel your smile against his lips. If you kiss him on his jaw, he’s putty in your hands.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Children love him. He’s just so energetic and friendly that kids feel safe around him. He loves being around little kids, they’re so easy to impress and they usually love his quirk because it reminds them of a certain mascot.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

A morning with him is usually where you both lay in bed awake for a few minutes and just sort of wait until you can both move without feeling as if you’re going to fall over. Usually you both are still curled into each other or even just holding hands.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are spent with him giggling in bed to a joke or memory of the day, with him nuzzled into your chest of you into his neck. It’s late nights where you to watch a Vine compilation and quote them, convulsing into a fit of giggles where once it’s quiet, laughter fills the room all over again until your stomach hurts.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s not secretive about his life in the slightest except it’s more like he won’t say anything unless asked or mentions it nonchalantly. He’ll be cleaning and then mention some memory as if he were asking you what you wanted for lunch. Usually if you do ask him to reveal some personal stuff, he’ll just ask what you really want to hear and he’ll tell you. He trusts you enough to allow his form of secrecy to go down.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He usually isn’t angered quite easily until he’s pushed. He has a surprising amount of patience where he can tolerate most things. It’s until he’s jealous that he’s actually a bit more annoyed. However, once he’s angered, he becomes very agitated and sometimes will shoot out little sparks. He’s a lot more bratty during these situations, complaining, making pouty faces and the works.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Denki tries to remember more of the everyday stuff. Like your medication, favorite food, specific things that come up more often than like little ticks of yours. He knows if you dislike the taste of something but he won’t be able to remember why.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

One of his favorite moments in the relationship is when he came home from patrol, ragged and weary, and you’re still awake, waiting up for him, you whisper, opening your arms for him to rest. He’s stressed and hands are limp and you’re playing with his hair, singing him a song and with closed eyes, you whisper that you love him and little sparks jostle you awake and he’s asleep with a smile on his face.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s fairly protective of you. Always wants to be your knight in shining armor and proudly wrapping an arm around you and pulling you away from a situation that you’re in. If you’re being physically threatened, he’s pushing you behind him and puffing out his chest. If you were to protect him, he likes it when you snap at the offender, insults spewing and fists balled up. He likes to be held afterwards.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

It’s the cliché things, chocolates, flowers, balloons, and what not where you scoff and roll your eyes. You have a collection of different themed plush animals hiding somewhere in a closet. Usually for bigger dates like anniversaries and birthdays, things are a bit more lowkey, dinners and handwritten poems that aren’t usually good but it’s sweet and the thought that counts. You keep the collection safe in a binder decorated in pictures of both of you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Old habits die hard. He can’t help flirting with others, a coy smile on his face, eyes that shine and an attitude that won’t quit. He’s still very committed to you and he doesn’t even realize that he’s flirting until you give him a look.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He takes care of himself. He has a whole night routine that that he follows regularly. He always makes sure that he looks groomed and well taken care of.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes. Once he loves you, an actual love where he just sees you and mind goes blank and he can’t stop the smile that’s growing, he would feel incomplete if you were gone. He likes to joke you’re the better half but ever joke holds some truth to it. Losing you would leave him feeling empty and a constant what-if.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

If you start singing, he’s bound to join in. If he doesn’t know the lyrics, he’s mumbling and belting out the words he can make out. He’s holding your hands and pulling you into a dance. If you’re driving, he’s bouncing in your seat and looking at you and doing all sort of motions.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn’t like people who badmouth others. He finds it distasteful and will become a bit more aggressive and dismissive. He doesn’t mind the occasional rant because that’s what it is, a rant to just vent off your feelings but when you make a snide comment about someone’s appearance, he isn’t taking that lightly.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He sleep talks. Often times the sentences are barley coherent, just little whispers about the toaster. There have been times where he’ll say sentences out loud and they’re a bit alarming; always “Who’s that?” or “Check the closet.” Sometimes you wonder if he’s just messing with you and he promises he’s not but he has been known to be cheeky. You’ll either get a good night sleep or a night full of paranoia.

#kaminari x reader #bnha kaminari #kaminari headcanons #bnha kaminari x reader #denki x reader #sfw alphabet #i hope you enjoyed these #he was actually p hard to like write for #im not super proud of these but i couldn't find any other way to improve or get his character dowm #so #wow i misspelled a lot of words there #oh well #anyways #bye!#feedback is always appreaciateed #bnha

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