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softxsuki · 1 year ago

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Hey (again)! Ive come back again with another urgent request (sorry) I was wondering if you could do a suicidal reader x nanami the reader is a sorcerer and powers are : they can technically spawn anything from a portal including void swords abd all that stuff - they can also blind their enemies with their powers.

Thank you and even though it is an urgent request take your time and have rest ,sleep and stay healthy (here's a star ⭐ for your hard work) ! My parents are fighting right now and I'm currently upset from the past few days and this 👌 close to giving up but then I remember people that r here for me including you but have a great night and thank you 💞

Nanami with Suicidal S/O

PLEASE DON'T READ IF MENTIONS OF SUICIDE WILL DO YOU MORE HARM THAN GOOD

IF YOU OR ANYONE YOU KNOW IS STRUGGLING WITH THOUGHTS OF SUICIDE, PLEASE REACH OUT FOR HELP.

Pairing: Nanami x Gn!Reader

Warnings: mentions of suicide attempt, wanting to die, reckless abandonment, depression, crying, hopelessness, desperation

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 730

Summary: In which you're on a mission with Nanami and instead of fighting back, you stop and give the curse a chance to kill you, but not before Nanami steps in to help

[A/N: Hey again! Knowing you came back for another urgent request just is proof enough that you enjoyed my writing and that means a lot! No idea what you're going through in life, but I hope this helps you out, even if it's just a little. I'm here if you ever need someone to talk to <3 hope you enjoy!]

Nanami:

Nanami holds your life dearly to him

Your life is precious to him, a life force that he’d never put on the line; he’d sacrifice himself if it meant keeping you alive and well

Loss was a part of his job, he’s already lost countless friends and students, he couldn’t lose you–that would break him

So on one of your missions together when he saw you just stop mid-battle as a curse was seconds away from tearing you apart–he raced into action, adrenaline coursing through him as he ran faster than ever to get you

Your portal was open, it was there for you to easily defeat the lower level curse before you, but you just stood there

That’s when he knew 100% that something was going on with you

He’d seen little signs of it before, like seeing you distance yourself from him little by little, noticing the dark circles under your eyes, your sudden reckless actions, mood swings– all the signs were there, yet you managed to cover it all up so well

It wasn’t until this very moment that it became certain you were trying to die–you were trying to leave him all alone, how would he move forward without you–the love of his life?

This mission was supposed to be simple, he invited you for the sake of spending more time together since you were slowly pushing him farther and farther away

Almost losing you wasn’t in his agenda for the day

He could feel his pulse echoing in his throat as he pulls you away from the curse, quickly exorcizing the last few curses before approaching you

His adrenaline is still racing, so his initial response is rage

“What were you thinking?! Were you really trying to get yourself killed?! Your portal was open, why did you freeze up like that?” He chokes up on his words, falling to his knees before you as tears fall from his eyes, this snaps you out of whatever trance you’re in

You hadn’t seen Nanami so worked up to the point of crying since he lost Haibara back in high school, that’s when you realize what a mistake you almost made

“I-I’m sorry” it’s the only thing you can manage to say to him

He tries to calm himself down, feeling exhaustion hit him from the sudden adrenaline rush

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap, I just…I almost lost you. I can’t allow that to happen. I don’t know exactly what’s going on with you that you felt like this was your only option, but I can’t lose you, Y/N. I love you so much, you’re my everything, please don’t leave me. Please” he begged, taking your hand in his as he leaves kisses to the back of it, scared to let you go, in fear that he’d never feel the warmth of your hands again, never feel your heart beating against him again…he was terrified

You didn’t think being gone would affect someone so much, sometimes you forgot that you had people in your life that really cared for you, your depression clouding your mind so much

It isn’t until you both go back home and settle down when you open up about your struggles with him

Your internal battles and your troubles at home that all became too much to handle at times

He’d quietly listen to every word you had to say, tracing circles on the back of your hand whenever you stopped speaking at times, finding it difficult to emotionally open up to someone, but he was there. He cared. He really cared

Nanami would ask you what you’d like him to do; of course he’d help in his own way, like asking if you’d like to speak with a professional for help, but if not, he’s more than okay with helping you in any way he can

Moving forward, he keeps a closer eye on you, whether it be holding you more often, inviting you out, staying at home, talking things out–he’d go to the moon and back if it meant helping you feel better and not wanting to leave this world without him

One day at a time–you just need to get through each day one by one, and you’re definitely not alone, he’d be right by your side, taking your hand and walking every step with you

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 08/28/2023

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x gender neutral reader #jjk x gender neutral reader #nanami x you #nanami x y/n #nanami x gender neutral reader #jujutsu kaisen comfort #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk comfort #jjk headcanons #nanami comfort #nanami headcanons

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conkreetmonkey · 3 months ago

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Ok, so I'm still working on my Splatoon Urchin hcs regarding Spyke for that fanfiction I'm going to write, and I think I had something of a breakthrough yesterday. The bulk of this text is copy/pasted from a Discord message, and then edited to not be as messy.

These hcs also, I think, apply to Toguni for the time being (maybe I'll tweak them later, idk).

If you want to hear my worldbuilding ramble, check under the cut! Fair warning, though, it's a LONG one.

New hc is as follows:

Urchins, or at least Spyke's subspecies/type of Urchin, are supposed to use their own spines to extract super sea snails from their shells (as supplementary materials mention), but Spyke never learned how due to (my version of him) being orphaned at a very young age, which is why he uses a screwdriver. It's just a jury-rigged solution he figured out as a kid and never stopped doing, and if any other Urchin ever saw his "methods" in action, they'd probably be weirded out. It's like he's hammering nails with the side of a big wrench; yeah, it *works*, but it's inefficient, sloppy, and looks really stupid, especially when the proper tool is right there on his head.

This is why his "hair" is so big and long, and (if I'm not mistaken) seems to grow bigger with every game. You're supposed to either keep your spines trimmed (you can cut them to length and then sharpen the ends), or routinely pluck them out to use as tools (which is painless and non-damaging, like with porcupine quills). Spyke, out of pure ignorance, has never deliberately removed one of his own spines. The majority have been there since childhood, and he hasn't lost one in years because, after being left for so, so long, they've long since overgrown to the point of becoming extremely hard and brittle, and at this point they'd be very difficult and probably painful to remove. Urchin spines, including his, are usually supposed to be somewhat flexible like a plastic ruler, but his are rock solid because his body just keeps depositing more and more calcium into them, like he's one of those animals with horns, hooves or teeth that never stop growing and are intended to be regularly worn down. Not even "wild" pre-civilization but post-evolution Urchins tended to look like that, because the vast majority figured out it was useful and painless to pluck them out for use as tools, and they just need to be there and be pointy to serve as a defense mechanism.

Spyke is the Urchin equivalent of a human who has never cut, brushed or washed their hair, and now has a thirty-pound, butt-length mop of matted dreadlocks making up most of their silhouette. He could also be compared to an escaped sheep that goes years without shearing, except instead of wool it's sharpened railroad spikes.

His overgrown scalp is dangerous to others, incredibly impractical, make it impossible to wear certain types of clothing, and are heavy. Anyone else suddenly saddled with his burden wouldn't be able to keep their head up straight and would be poking out eyeballs left and right, but Spyke is just used to it. He's had decades to adapt, and people usually avoid it pretty well anyway, if they're even tall enough to walk into it. Urchins are very scarce in Inkadia (think white people in modern-day Japan, lol), so most lifelong residents assume Spyke is a normal representative of his very diverse species. To another Urchin, however, he's a Ripley's-level freak.

At this point, Spyke's spines are so firmly rooted and hard that a "haircut" would require clamps, pliers and an angle grinder, and would likely take hours, if not days, to complete. It might even be worth televising, although he'd hate that. At this point, realistically, they all just need ripped out so new ones can grow. It would probably hurt and involve some mild blood. Spyke doesn't even know what his shell looks like under there.

I have more headcanons about how Urchin spines work, but that's about it so far as they apply to Spyke. I'll probably make that its own post later.

Please feel free to send me questions/thoughts!! I'm always down to play tuoys.

#splatoon spyke #spyke splatoon #spyke #splatoon headcanon #splatoon headcanons #splatoon urchin #sea urchin #splatoon urchins #splatoon fandom #splatoon fanfiction #splatoon fanfic #urchin #sea urchins #splatoon oc #splatoon original character

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radiosdevil · 1 year ago

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Something I was meaning to write out for a LOOOOOOOOOONG time now (and I mean, like for YEARS) but now that the finale's out I really wanna mention this-

I'm pretty sure I've mentioned it SOMEWHERE on this blog (if I haven't, I need to add it to the About section whenever I stop being depressed) but Alastor when in Devil/Fae unlimited form has a power level that puts him in the lower top third of the Angel/Hell's Hierarchy. Other strong Overlords would be in this area as well but since I'm flexible on who else is in the 'Honorary Angel' Club given I want to leave it open for any RP partners who may want their muse to join in on the Main Verse fun, Alastor's the main example of this phenomenon on this blog.

It's one of the reasons why the 'True Angels' are wary and keep a close eye on Alastor since only a few of them, the stronger of the Seven Deadly Sins, and the Royal Family of Hell would be able to stop him if he somehow broke the Seraph's control and went on a rampage.

That said, whenever I RP with other Alastors or with multiverse/Devil-Fae Al with other Hazbin muses and in the past, I deliberately hold my Alastor back and allow him to get hurt if he pokes the tiger too much and they lash out. But the potential for him to do serious damage to and even kill other muses is always there, I just try to make it fair and fun for everyone with this over powered bastard involved. (Also, I was waiting to see if we would get more information on his abilities as well as the ones I headcanon/gave to my au Alastor but eh. The lazy writing/brainstorming was always secondary.)

Why am I making a point to make myself write this out now? Well... Something happens in the Finale (no spoilers here) but given I used to RP another over powered muse who (spoilers *cough* does take damage *cough*) on screen, some people would assume that meant just any Muse could walk up and beat up/physically attack my muse and NOT have their muse be dealt with at the Power Level my muse had. Which can be fine if their muse is the same power level and we both know that or if we discussed it beforehand, and-or the situation allows them to (see above examples). But it was so annoying to deal with and made me not want to do certain ideas and threads I originally was excited about. I just don't want that to happen here when I get more consistent Muse back and try to get more active. So I'm making sure I write it out and put it on the blog somewhere NOW while I'm thinking of it.

#about the blog #blog musings #au musings #Listen: normal Alastor is an over powered shit; this Alastor when the wings are out is EVEN WORSE #I just always try to keep a cap on it so everyone has fun but given some people just want to make their muse seem like hot shit whenever a #character in canon does take damage.... Yeah #I don't know; just want it on here so people know in advance I guess plus there's some aspects of Al's character (both canon based and sole #solely this AU based) I wanna explore but you need to know that HE CAN WRECK SHIT on a LARGE scale beforehand #nevermind he is specifically trained for combat with multiple different kinds of weapons and tools and FOR the Extermination of other Over #Over Lords of Hell as required; he's NOT a push over as much as I used to make him seem like one in some past threads #about the au

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enihk-writes · 1 year ago

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i read your comment reply to the "x reader needs to be completely ambiguous" post and i have to say, i agree with your whole statement.

i am a poc fanfic writer myself and i think it is weirdly entitled when someone demands inclusion in that way? the majority of fanfic nowadays gives correct tags (i.e. f!reader or specific title!reader) and is inclusive enough (not using light/dark when talking of colours of skin/eyes/hair, not specificying on body type just saying that are shorter/taller than certain characters)

so I don't really understand OP's whole... rant. and about the whole personality and bg story? most long fics require some adequate backstory for their protagonist a.k.a the reader, so they need a backstory to be somewhat interesting right?

and did you read their PS 2? I have to say that writing ambiguous readers are easier (not easy, just less difficult) on short stories like drabbles or headcanons or one shots. but long fics? it is borderline impossible unless you want to have a boring 2-dimensional protagonist with the personality of a potato.

not to mention writers who write the untagged oc! reader stories are probably young. like 14 15 young. writers at that age are just writing for themselves and probably are new to the whole "writing for fandom" sphere.

idk anymore, I just wanna say I agree with your statement even if I'm afraid to reveal myself bc I'm scared of getting cancelled lmfaooo

i just saw their ps 2 and i personally think they're doubling down on a point just because someone else might not agree with them... ive been writing fanfiction since i was 13,,, im like 22 now, and i feel like what people in fandom nowadays (fuck i sound like a boomer urggghhh) forget that x readers were created as a form of self-insert. you as a reader just happen to have the "privilege" to also read this piece of fanfiction that someone else created to satisfy their own fantasies and thought that "hey i think someone like me out there might enjoy this too!!!"

i wouldn't say their rant is entitled, i guess they're not wrong but also,,, it's icky,, just that something in that rant is icky to me,,, ive seen this same argument over and over again in the past few years and many people have pointed out really good points (i.e. lack of poc rep) which is why i think it's great to highlight and boost poc!reader fanfics so that other poc writers know that they are appreciated in that fandom space!!! which brings me to the part in their rant where they talk about writing about ambiguous readers.

is it easy? to an extent, yes.

in my mind when i write fanfics, they are all faceless, shapeless entities,, but there is only so much i can do with this character that i cannot imagine. what happens when i want to explore certain topics that i might relate to? i can't expect my readers to understand what it's like being a first-generation immigrant in a first-world city, whose home country is now going through a civil war? but does that mean i'm going to not post what i write as an x reader? no! i'm going to post it so that you as a reader can see what goes on in my head, how i see the world and hopefully, that reader can appreciate the work i have put out that i wrote with my heart.

that's my side of the story. and honestly someone not liking a fic because it doesn't relate to them is the most self-centred take i have seen and it used to be a valid argument but now,,,, it's morphing into plain old "what about me?" and they end the conversation at that,,, like why should writers care about you? if you're not the target audience for these fics,, move on!!!

if you are, great! good for you!

if you want to see something specific, open that fucking word document and write!!!! im so tired of seeing people complain and complain without doing anything to change things themselves like okay boss babes let's stop with the lip service and do something with the abilities you have!!! it's going to be the shittest writing ever the first few times but by your 10th or 20th fanfic you are getting somewhere, you are writing the literature you want to see in fandom spaces and who knows,,, you could find your own audience that loves your niche!!!

maybe it's just the way ive been raised but the amount of self-centred individualistic sentiment that has been going on in recent years is so!!!!!! it makes me want to fucking scream!!!! write it yourself!!! do it yourself!!!! im not obliged to write anybody's preferences other than my own!!!!

#eni's small talk corner #wow this is so cringe of me

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afra-blueraz · 2 years ago

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I think there were several things to point in the recent discussion, and it isn't my right to tell who did wrong or not on this. It mostly confuses me, all kind of argues confuse me cuz I'm quite incapable to stand hate... but if I must do the effort to hate something is people arguing and creating a chaotic situation and seeing so much toxicness in my dash...

I just wanted to come here to leave you a soft and calm message, if I can. Also to share a beautiful idea I have found in my own curiosity.

I know you are having a bad time with hate comments, but this is not about pointing anyone as the bad guy. I think your hard work and passion for this fandom must be appreciated. Even if it's not completely accurate or not everyone has the same headcanons than you I think that you should keep doing what you love. This hole thing about fandom is to actually share different POVs and enjoying with people that think the same than you. If don't, I agree that it's better to walk away and keep scrolling for what you really like.

And I think that we are all humans (except for Tumblr bot accounts), and we mistake, we get hot headed, we argue and complain about what hurts or bother us, and that's pretty normal. The thing is to let the arguing get more and more louder in our heads instead of washing away the bad vibes and finally understanding the source of the problem. As humans, we must rise over our mistakes to grow up, right?

The only thing I could advise you, but it's up to you to take it or not, it's that you should make a little research if you are going to talk about a topic related with community that could be sensible to your comments, also make a trigger warning in every post and if you are going to write with poor knowledge of the topic, saying it too, so people could get warned. I'm not sure that will stop hate comments, but perhaps, and I hope so, you will find a good soul that will be happy to correct you in a constructive manner. Learning something new is never a waste of time, and it actually could help you to understand and feel more confident about what are you going to do. I do that myself actually. In this case, learning a little about what the Catholic church reads in the Bible could make in a sense a lot easier to understand what has influenced Yui during her life.

I agree that there could be certain influence by the church in the way Yui dresses. But I won't say it's because the church forbids to dress in a way or another. Because it isn't that way. I have read the Bible, and despite the fact that there are several things that couldn't fit this era, there is not forbiddance about how to dress outside the church (except for the transgenders, which is in my opinion, a trait of that era, and even if I disagree, it couldn't be helped). There are restrictions inside the church but not in your daily life.

But instead, I wanted to share something with you that I have found here, there are a curious verse that might interest you:

Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight. For this is the way the holy women of the past who put their hope in God used to make themselves beautiful. (NIV, 1 Peter 3:2-5)

And I think this idea could be something that could have influenced in Yui's way to express herself by clothing. But that doesn't need to be the only reason. There could be others, but, as all this argue was about how the 'religious dress code' influenced her, I wanted to bring to your asks something even more beautiful professed by Yui's religion that not only would influence her way to dress but in general the way she behave in the matter of beauty. Because I think that we all Yui lovers agree when I say that Yui is cute but what makes her really beautiful is her pure and merciful soul, that one that made diaboys to finally find a piece of heaven in their rotten hell.

I hope I've helped you, and that you don't receive this message in the wrong way. Happy creation time <3

OMG. I really appreciate you for taking your time and writing this long message for me. Thank you so much.

I completely understand your words and as I said I never intended to hurt anyone. What I think is just my opinion and it is not necessary for everyone to agree with it. In fact, I believe that there are different opinions that make a fandom beautiful.

Even at that headcanon I never mentioned the church's compulsion for Yui's clothes. If they read my post carefully, they will realize that I said Yui is a religious girl and maybe this is one of her reasons. In the end, it doesn't matter how Yui dresses. We all love her for her heart of gold.

Honestly, I am not a Christian or even a religious person, and my belief in religion is not like the others, and maybe people had a wrong understanding of what I said, but there was no need to attack me like this. Not everyone's language is English and there may be misunderstandings. It is better to kindly ask each other instead of insulting each other.

Thank you so much for your advice 🥰💘.

#admin #admin afra #admin talks

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anikasenkujo · 2 years ago

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Is it possible for your Mental Health to subconsciously affect the way you write your character or the way you talk about your ship?

What do you do, when your portrayal of your character doesn't seem, up to the mark? Do you find it okay to rewrite? /gen

Or what happens when you don’t find joy in selfshipping?

rant under the cut

So, something tells me that as much as I love writing Anika, I am having doubts about how I've been portraying her to y'all. I know she's someone that I've worked on for over a year now, and out of all of my OCs, she's the one that has had the most development so far. So, she is the closest one to my heart. Somehow, however, I believe my mental health struggles have immersed into my portrayal of her, and idk, I feel that I'm not satisfied with the way I'm portraying her?

Or maybe it's because I struggle with things to be perfect in a certain way (enneagram type 1 vibes xP /j /lh) that I want her to be likeable, but idk...

She's supposed to be my S/I with changes, but, I think she is going off on a different tangent xD

On top of that, These past few days have been emotionally very wrangling. Work as it is, is piling up, and I usually look to distract myself with self-shipping, but I don’t know if I have good points for Jotaro anymore. When I wake up and see everyone have very very nice headcanons about him, especially with mermay, and I know it’s silly to come and vent here but, I haven’t been able to of late. I feel everytime whenever I want to talk about him, I know people have better headcanons about him that I can’t help but compare and feel like a burden talking about him. Because really, I know that that shouldn’t be the case.

I’ve been feeling a major case of impostor syndrome of late, and I think it’s because I haven’t talked about him with y’all and now i look at my lore and think, ��well, it seems shitty” or something. I think it’s mostly because I know y’all have far more superior headcanons about him, and I’ve been too nervous to come up with my own, ‘cause when I do, timezones cause not a lot of people to see it on time and I feel heavily discouraged about it. Idk… I’m just… I want to talk about him more but a) I am very shitty when it comes to talking about aquatic stuff b) Everyone’s talking about different things that fit him so well, and their OTPs are related to something Star related and I’m like “They’re far more creative than my bs” and the only source of respite I have is like character.ai where I vent out. Idk I’m feeling a lot. Also, I sometimes can’t help but compare which I need to stop.

#tw vent #tw mental health #I’m just tired mentally lol #please don’t mind me #it’s been a lot in my head

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elvenbeard · 2 years ago

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🍙 and 🚓!

Thanks so much for asking!! :D

🍙 - Goro Takemura

Okay, so, Takemura and Vince don't have the best start :D Few incarnations of V have, probably xD

Vince is certain that Takemura only helped him to save his own skin, and he did pity him a little bit for being betrayed by Arasaka regardless of how much effort he put into tracking him down. Effort doesn't matter when you're doomed from the start. He is distrustful of Takemura and his motivations, vowing to only touch things that have "Arasaka" written all over them with a 10-foot-pole but... Takemura is a handsome man. And Vince is very weak when it comes to handsome men.

Also, Takemura needs his help, he's in a situation very similar to the one Vince found himself in half a year ago, so he can defintiely relate to his desparation. I think initially, the same way Takemura sees Vince as a means to an end to regain his status and get his revenge, Vince sees Takemura as a means to get Johnny out of his head. He doesn't really have that many leads to begin with, and it is logical to assume that the people who made the chip might have the solution to disable it. I think their first few interactions and conversations, when Vince provocatively starts calling him "Goro" instead of Takemura, well aware that in Japan you don't really call people by their first name unless you're very close, are all about Vince testing the waters and trying to figure out what kind of person this Takemura is. Where are his weaknesses and soft spots, how can he potentially make him stop caring as much about Arasaka and pull him to his side as an ally instead? There's a lot of mutual manipulation (or attempts of it at least) going on xD

By the time the infiltration of the industrial park comes around, Vince has grown to respect Takemura for his resilience and determination. He's also gotten to know his more human side, which makes him respect him even more - and he definitely still has a big crush on him xD From Vince's perspective they leave the industrial park not just as mere allies anymore but as friends, opening up about their pasts, their struggles, and everything else. Goro's message regarding the bakeneko V 100% interprets as a warning of Johnny, and not being at best terms with Johnny at that point it's something he really takes to heart (watch me write an entire essay about how, from a storyteller's perspective, Takemura and Johnny are two sides of the same coin and at the core serve the same purpose in the story just on opposite ends of the spectrum).

Vince does try his luck eventually with asking Takemura out (the one and only time in his life he's not being horny on main, because Takemura is classy and deserves a nice dinner first), but Takemura ends up leaving him on read XD So his crush dies down a bit after all, but they remain friends to the very end (and I refuse to accept what might happen to Takemura in anything but the Devil ending, watch me headcanon my way around it and have him come around in the end to open up a cat café!! I will make it work!! I have a fic planned and everything!! xDD)

🚓- River Ward

Ah, yes, Vince's other unrequited mancrush... *year long sigh*

Vince has just been ghosted by Takemura, then he meets this tall hunk with dreamy eyes and a biceps bigger than his thigh... oh yeh, right, the mayor, his death, the investigation!

All jokes aside though, I think River becomes one of Vince's closest allies over the course of the game and remains a dear friend beyond that. Both Judy and Panam leave and don't have that much understanding for Vince wanting to stay in NC, or the life he sees working out for himself, but River does get it.

Vince is also intrigued by River's line of work, notices it's something he could have seen himself doing in a different life. He doesn't like confrontation and brute force, but investigating, combining, following leads, working in the shadows a bit and talking his way into and out of situations - that's really down his alley. He wouldn't even mind the paperwork that much, he didn't mind it at Arasaka either.

Also, he admires River for the lengths he goes to when it comes to finding Randy, sometimes worrying that all will be in vain, that they'll be too late if they find him at all, and what it could do to River, who appears quite obsessed about the whole thing - but the workaholic tendencies is also something Vince can relate to. He is not too keen on River seeking revenge and discourages him at every opportunity, but can also understand where the feeling is coming from. But in Vince's eyes, revenge doesn't solve anything, it can't bring people back and it isn't healing, quite the opposite.

Vince is hesitant to get too involved with River's family initially, Vince coming from a pretty dysfunctional family himself, and being together with them brings up some bad memories at first. As he gets to know them better though they also grow quite dear to him.

#cyberpunk 2077 #vincent ezaki #ask games

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shotorozu · 3 years ago

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Hello! Just wondering, could you please do one where y/n is cuddling with the mha boys and randomly starts crying? Sorry it’s random but your work is so so amazing!! :)

a stream of tears

character(s) : midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, kaminari denki (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] gender neutral, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : hurt(?)-comfort, very fluffy basically (x reader)

note(s) : aww thank you, anon ❤️‍🔥 also, you didn’t say which characters you wanted— so i did the main three plus denki, because i was in a mood for writing for denki 💀 there’s not that many nuances/backstory, if that’s fine :) also, i combined this with a “touch starved! y/n” request.

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midoriya izuku

it’s not common that izuku gets to have a day of relaxation.

he’s constantly training, and doing something to improve the state of his quirk— but the few chances he does get to relax are worth it

because they’re mostly spent with the people he cares about, the people he loves— you. his favorite person in the entire world.

was probably on the verge of dosing off— he was just too comfortable around you, so could you really blame him?

but that all goes away when he takes one look at your face before closing his eyes— and sees tears gathering at your waterline

yelps— alarmed and worried about you. thinks that he made his grip on you too harsh. or worst case scenario— he made you uncomfortable.

“w-what’s wrong?” he releases his hold on you. izuku frantically checks for wounds and abrasions— “i didn’t hurt you, did i? did i activate my quirk? do you need anything?—”

you force him back down, and despite your tears, you still want him to hold you. this doesn’t answer his question— as now, he’s panicked AND confused 😨

still alarmed about your tears, izuku shakily rests his hands on the small of your back, “Y/N?” he whispers, “why are you crying? did i hurt you? you can tell me, you know.. i would never take it the wrong way.”

you sniffle, telling him how he didn’t do anything wrong— and that you’re simply touch starved. and because of that, you’re just not used to this kind of affection.

izuku softens at that, the panic leaving his body in an instant. he’s glad he didn’t make you uncomfortable— or physically harm you.

but now, hearing how you weren’t used to this kind of affection— just made him melancholic, because you deserve the world and more

he tears up at the idea. ‘it’s unfair!’ he thinks to himself, as he rests his chin on your shoulder— blinking back tears that threaten to rise.

izuku leans back, swiping his thumb under your damp eyes— wiping away your tears. “i probably can’t change how things have been for you— actually, no. i’m certain i can’t, unless if i had a time quirk then..” he mumbles to himself.

he snaps out of it, before he could mumble any further. “i’m aware that i can’t change the past!” he exclaims, “but, from now on— things will be different. things will be different.. and i’ll always be here, for you. to give you everything you need. no matter the cost.”

izuku’s relieved when you finally hug him back, laughter bubbling from your lips. izuku leans back to look at you, eyes glassy from his own set of tears. he doesn’t dare letting them fall though

“when did you get so cool, izuku?”

he blushes— realizing how serious he sounded this entire time. he opens his mouth to defend himself, only for you to stop him with a kiss on the cheek.

“in all seriousness, thank you.”

“n-no problem..”

bakugou katsuki

when katsuki wants something, he’ll work hard for it.

hard work, hard work— is really what runs in this blond’s mind, when someone (probably registered as nameless in his mind) asks him ‘how he got to this point’ and ‘what’s the secret’

it’s all hard work for him. and, he’s willing to work, and train his ass off, if it means he’ll be on the top.

except he’s human too— and when he’s not working hard, he for the first time around chooses to relax by complacently holding you in his arms, your face tucked in the crook of his neck.

he thinks it’s funny, because he’s taking a break from doing hard work, by being with someone he successfully asked out— with said hard work.

“oi. what gives? stop being so tense.” katsuki chastises, “it feels like i’m— cuddling a statue here.”

katsuki knows when to stay quiet, and truth to be told— he’s only talking, because he senses that there’s something different. but, he doesn’t know what’s different.

he eventually learns what exactly is different— when he hears you sniffle, before his shirt’s neckline becomes soaked with your tears.

katsuki decides not to say anything, and instead— chooses to look at all of you as you cry, shoulders shaking and cheeks flaring hot with emotions.

he rubs your back when your crying fades into soft hiccups. katsuki decides to break the silence, when he’s sure that you’re calm. “you okay?”

you nod your head. he, obviously does not buy this. “don’t bullshit me, i’m no mind reader. ‘m not gonna know what the fuck made you cry, unless you tell me.”

despite the nature of his words— you note how hush his tone is. he looks at you, carmine eyes lidded with patience

you tell him how you’re just not used to cuddling like this. that, you’re just so used to keeping your distance away from others.

he tries not to scoff— thinking about how so many people are missing out on this, how there have probably been so many people that disappointed you.

but he oddly feels smug, knowing that the person that’ll help you get used to this kind of affection, is him.

“well,” he stares at you, certain. “you need to start getting used to this.”

“why?” this makes him click his tongue

“because there’ll be only one person that’ll help you get used to shit like this— and that person’s me.”

katsuki knows he’s not on par with people like midoriya when it comes to comfort, so he wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t feel any better.

but, he can’t help but feel satisfied when you hug him tighter, “love you, katsuki.”

he scoffs, “you mean, ‘i love you, katsuki’”

“they’re the same thing!”

“no, they’re fuckin’ not.”

katsuki may not be gentle, or kind at all times— but he definitely is to you, as you already feel yourself growing accustomed to things like this

todoroki shouto

“please, stay.”

“please stay here with me. just a little longer.”

shouto, growing up— was not accustomed to asking for things that weren’t necessities, and training essentials. his upbringing is an explanation in itself

and even then— he just couldn’t find himself asking for anything other that the usual bowl of cold soba, and for the exact same model of shoes he wears.

other than that, todoroki shouto doesn’t ask for much.

but this time around— he asks for you to stay with him. shouto, in general, tries not to be ‘selfish’ even when he wants to. however, he’ll make an exception.

though his movements are a little clumsy, shouto’s motive are clear— as he knows that he wants to hold you, and for you to reciprocate the feeling and action.

shouto sighs in content, arms slung around your shoulders, with his face buried in the crook of your neck. truthfully— he has no fucking clue on how to do stuff like this, as it feels like he wants to try all styles of cuddling with you, simultaneously

he’s content with his current position, but he hopes that you accept his affection— even if he’s stiff, and even if he’s a little awkward with this.

but when he feels your shoulders shake, and a whimper escape your lips— his self doubt is kicked to the side.

he’s now panicked when he sees tears stroll down your cheeks, and the first thing he does is release you from his hold, worried he made you uncomfortable.

“did i.. do this?” he’ll ask, while silently trying to wipe away your tears with the pad of his thumb

this is the first time that this happened— so naturally, he’ll be a little shit at comforting you 💀 but he’s trying

he looks so nonchalant but he’s actually so worried 🧎‍♀️ tries to remember how midoriya does his comforting ™️ thing with children, but even shouto knows that they’re not the same thing

when you tell him that you’re crying not because he did anything wrong, but because you’re not used to affection like this— it’s like a huge boulder’s been pushed off his shoulders

shouto can relate, by a lot, actually. which is why it’s sort of relieving. now, it feels like he actually has an idea on what to do.

ngl he was lowkey holding back some of his tears.

he cools his right hand just enough for it to have a contrast with your cheek, that is burning to the touch— because of your tears.

then, he slowly creeps in closer, cautious of your reactions. he feels elated, when you tug him closer by his collar.

“frankly, i’m not used to this either.” he’ll mumble, rubbing soft circles on your back, “but.. you still accepted all of me. i’m sure, we can figure things out together, hm? how does that sound, love?”

you nod, giggling when you feel him smiling against your neck. as shouto said— even though the both of you are literally not used to things like this, at all

you’ll figure things out together, and that is what’s important to the both of you.

kaminari denki

“wait, are you serious?”

denki stares at you with stars practically in his eyes, “i can.. hug you? we’re actually going to cuddle?”

after living a good portion of his early to mid teens shooting his shot at a relationship but always missing 💀— it was natural that he was going to 🤾 jump at every chance of receiving some sort of affection

even more so, when it’s you that’s at the other end— because how could he not? denki’s absolutely smitten with you, and you only.

though it looks like he’s a little too eager about this, maybe even desperate— he’d still respect it, if it looked like he jumped the gun way too quickly, and it shows in the way he stares at you

regardless, he’d be on board with anything you do— which makes rejecting the concept out of the question, impossible.

you smile, nodding your head as a response. in return, denki opens his arms— inviting you into a hug.

you push away that small part in your mind that says you wouldn’t be able to meet his cuddling standards, mirroring his action by wrapping your arms around his torso.

there’s a comfortable silence, and denki takes this time to bask in the warmth, the feeling of hugging his s/o— finally.

except, something feels— different. not in a disappointing different. rather, the comfort in your expression.

he laughs nervously, “uh.. are you okay?” he rubbing your shoulder with concern “it.. kind of feels like i’m hugging a rock here— and that’s kiri’s job, y’know? is there something wrong?”

that seems to trigger your breaking point, as tears gather up on your waterline. you sniffle, clutching him tighter

and what does denki do? he panics.

his eyes are wide with shock, as he frees you from his hold (though not wanting to), panicking at the sudden appearance of tears

“shit— are you okay? what’s wrong? i didn’t mean that rock thing, y’know? just wanted to make you laugh, babe. i know it’s my first time cuddling you and all, but i wasn’t expecting that,” he’s frantic, looking around to see if he could do anything

he’d probably and most likely electrocute himself to distract you, to make you laugh 💀— just, anything that’d make the tears stop

and he was about to do just that, when you stop him, explaining how you’re aware that though your tears may be sudden— you’re crying because you’re not used to this kind of thing

plus you don’t thrive off seeing denki going literally dumb from the volts

denki relaxes at that, but still doesn’t like how he indirectly caused your tears— and he kind of feels guilty for being super excited about this now 😨 but he won’t tell you that

“i’m not quite used to this thing either. you’re the first person that i’ve been like this— and i’m so lucky for that. honestly, i’m so glad i got rejected all those times” he points at himself proudly, and denki smiles— when he elicits a laugh from you

“yeah— even if it was brutal at the time. because, i wouldn’t be experiencing these new things with you, and really— i can’t imagine being with anyone else right now! i’m just so lucky, y’know?” he wipes your tears with his t-shirt’s neckline

you finally hug him back, “thank you denki. but please, don’t think of electrocuting yourself just to make me laugh— ever again.”

“i don’t care” he bites your shoulder playfully, because he knows, denki knows he’d do anything for you

and yeah, even electrocuting, and making himself go dumb. he’d go the extra mile just to make you laugh like a hyena 🤩

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various-things · 2 years ago

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garashir meta

I have thoughts about Julian and Garak in the context of canon dynamics (both tv and beta canon). I'm writing a fic about their perspectives of each other relative to various show events that deals with a lot of this and these themes, so it's on my mind. Spoilers for DS9 and A Stitch In Time

Like, y'know, it was a decision made top-down for the writers to move away from them as a pairing, but if I'm going with like… what's on the page and interpreting from there—canonically they grow apart in the later seasons of the show and in terms of beta canon, it's something Andrew Robinson acknowledges from Garak's POV in his writing in multiple parts of A Stitch In Time. That distance between the two characters is really apparent in certain arcs of later seasons in instances of like… Garak not being there or not being mentioned when it would make so much sense for him to be present at points or referenced (the Section 31 episodes and Julian's struggles with his own involvement, as an example).

So moving into my own headcanon, I like the interpretation that like, the point at which they are closest is S3 and early S4 (up until the holosuite ep) and then like… in Our Man Bashir, Garak is willing to potentially get all of Julian's friends killed to save himself. And that's not a quality or behavior of Garak's that Julian has ever had to face directly before, and Julian shoots him to stop it. And Garak's reaction to that is y'know, he's into it, but I think Julian feels bad about it and that it sticks with him. In A Stitch In Time he tries to apologize to Garak for it years later (Garak's response is to tell him he must never apologize, and then he goes on to explain how it helped him).

I think up until that point in Our Man Bashir, Julian knows intellectually that Garak is someone who has done horrible things that he can't condone, but he's never had to really deal directly with a Garak choosing to do those things in a present where Julian is involved. Before that, it's been almost entirely stories from the past and whatever he learns about the events of him joining Tain in Improbable Cause/The Die is Cast. I don't think Julian ever learns about the torture part of that event. I think he just hears about Garak and Odo being taken captive and then Garak joining the man he used to work for when presented with the opportunity to serve Cardassia again on a mission to wipe out The Founders. And then we're into mid-S4 and the holosuite incident happens. And I think not much changes between them after, honestly. But, I think that's where it starts. Garak crossed Julian's boundaries/was going to do something Julian found beyond-acceptance and when faced with that situation, Julian did something that went far past his own comfort to stop it.

And then Broken Link happens. Garak tries to wipe out a planet of people while Julian is on it—is willing to murder Julian and all of his crewmates. He attempts to wipe out the Founders for a second time, but this time it's him acting directly and individually and in a present Julian is sharing. I think that has to be something Julian needs to process. He vouched for Sisko to speak to Garak ("Sir, if Garak is asking to come aboard, I'm sure he has a good reason.") and Garak's math and subsequent choice is definitely not one I think Julian would have ever made. But, I also think Julian can understand Garak's reasoning. But that reasoning—those values and priorities—are so, so different from Julian's in such giant ways. (I also headcanon that the height of Julian's crush on Garak/his more significant feelings is in S3/early S4 and I think from the events of the holosuite it begins to slowly fade.) In terms of their friendship, this is someone he can be himself with in ways he doesn't really get to be with others. He can stretch his mind and intellect. Garak doesn't just tolerate Julian's enthusiastic exposition and propensity to go-on about things; he typically actively engages with it and appreciates it. They often have similar senses of humor and Julian is able to be blunt and a little harsh with Garak in a way that I don't think he has as much safety to do (understandably so) with others. Safety is a key word there for me. He's much less likely to accidentally hurt Garak's feelings or be held accountable for something he didn't mean that landed badly. Which I think is a like, big ND kind of thing to run up against with people and value when you find that safety with someone. But then in late S4, Garak being so different from Julian in such critical ways has become something he has to directly contend with. And in that, I think he has to reassess and reframe their relationship. I think he tries to still enjoy what they have, but I think new lines are drawn. He shortens the extents beyond which he can't trust Garak anymore. And he's grown closer with Miles. So I think he pulls away from Garak, little by little (because even if you like someone, when you know you can't trust them as much as you once had it just changes stuff, it can change even the more casual interactions) even as he still lets himself have interesting conversations with Garak when they happen, still jokes with him, even still flirts with him. Enjoying those parts of what they have but increasingly spending time on other things, not coming to him with things he might have previously, etc. Even when it means choosing to be alone sometimes.

#deep space nine #deep space nine meta #garashir meta #garashir #garak x julian #a stitch in time #a stitch in time spoilers #deep space nine spoilers

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cipheress-to-k-pop · 4 years ago

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Hi, I absolutely adore your writing and it’s quite inspiring and making my imagination go WEEWOO!

Could I request something for YJ With Dick? So like a headcanon or one shot (which ever you prefer queen) where the reader is quite reserved, snarky and can get angry real fast. They have feelings for Rob and they are especially snarky to him to hide their feelings, but they eventually start to open up more and during the events of episode 24 (you know, the one at haly’s circus), they open up to him and they confess? And he does the same?

Flower Language

Pairing: Dick Grayson as Robin x Reader

Warnings: Blood and injuries and plant death.

Word Count: 3.8k words

A/N: This is kind of my take on the Hanahaki disease, kind of. This was so much fun to write honestly, I didn't realize I like all this floral stuff so much. It also reminded me of another 'True Love's Kiss' trope I wrote for Dick Grayson as well. Also I changed the episode this was based on because I’ve already done something based on the episode with Haly’s circus @hanbedumbaf I really really really hope you enjoy it! Sorry it was so late, I finished it a month back but it was in my queue.

Adrenaline was a common feeling to you. A little too familiar. The life of a superhero puts you in peril more times than you would like but it was the only life you had known. You knew the familiar feeling of sweat forming on your skin and your heart pounding so loudly that you could hear it in every step you took.

However, when you heard the pounding, it was because there was a supervillain, usually hairy, chasing after you and determined to get your head on a stake.

Although, feeling your heart jump to your throat was becoming more familiar whenever you were around a certain someone. Robin annoyed you to no end, whenever he was around you couldn't help your face from growing warm and your lips from tingling to form a permanent smile on your face.

Having a crush was irritating, you couldn't think or even function without thinking of him. It was frankly humiliating, you were always so gung-ho about being bold and to the point and yet whenever you were around Boy Wonder, you couldn't help but bend your personality to something you felt like would appeal to him more.

Sometimes, you couldn't even stand yourself.

And so, as a pathetic act of rebellion, and maybe as a clear-cut sign that you had no idea how to handle emotions or anything similar to it, every time your heart got just a little soft, your tongue got a whole lot sharper. Probably not the best way to win a boy’s heart. But you weren't here for a romance story.

It was also a true sign that you had no idea how to flirt, thinking that borderline insulting witty banter was the way to go. Or perhaps it was a way of controlling your emotions, since being bitter and snarky was the thing that came easiest to you.

You seriously needed better tactics.

It was also your oblivious mistake thinking that Robin only saw what you wanted him to see. He was raised to be a detective, of course he was more observant than that. Papa (or let's be real, Alfred) didn't raise no fool.

You made the mistake of thinking Robin saw you as strong and independent and bold, just as the rest of them did. But he saw much more than that.

Robin was distressed by the number of crying faces around him, the kids were inconsolable which was understandable because of just how many things went wrong in the past couple of hours. To be quite frank, Robin was a couple seconds away from having a fit himself.

"Shh, little one," He heard distantly and his neck practically snapped. You were crouching in front of the few who were crying, with a small nurturing smile. It was the first time he had seen you out of uniform, usually referring to you as Antheia, named after the goddess of flowers, but this wasn't she.

"I know you're scared, my flowers, but I promise, we will find your parents." You soothed, gently wiping away their tears. They still looked up at you apprehensively and with uncertainty.

"I'll show you a magic trick." You began, grinning as the kids began to smile back at you. You pulled a seed out of your pocket and held it between closed hands, using a bit of your powers and felt it grow in your palms. When you revealed what you were holding, they collectively gasped.

A bud of a flower now rested in your hand. You smiled at their innocent eyes and held it to them, "Now I'm going to need your help for the next part. Everyone has to blow on the flower."

They nodded eagerly, crawling around you and on the count of three, everyone followed your instructions. And low and behold, the bud bloomed into a beautiful blossom right between your fingers.

One of the girls clamoured into your lap to hold the flower herself and you chuckled, wrapping your arms tightly around her, "You know what this flower means?"

They shook their heads, "It means faith, and hope. If you have faith and hope in us, then you'll get something beautiful in return."

For once, they look contemplatively and you chuckled, feeling pride at the fact that you managed to sow some wisdom in their minds. The girl that had been sitting in your lap turned in your grasp, with the flower in her hand and then reached up to tuck it behind your ear.

"For me?" She nodded happily and you smiled widely, kissing her cheek, "Thank you, petal."

Satisfied that you were able to calm them down, you gently placed the girl back on the floor before moving away from the group. Just as you were about to join the others, you ran into Robin. You didn't know he had just seen the whole thing.

Pulling the flower from behind your ear, you handed it to him, "You know in some cultures, this flower means to pick up the slack and stop looking like a confused chicken." You snapped.

Business as usual.

Robin looked back to the flower you had slipped into his hands, you had said it meant faith and hope, and you had given it to him. He looked back up to see you shuffling away from him quickly, a blush on your face. He smiled.

You were more nurturing and kinder than you let on, it was like it was programmed into your personality and yet you never showed it when you knew they were watching. That wasn't the only part of yourself that you were hesitant to show them.

And the more Robin observed you, the more he realized that you used flower language to depict a lot of your emotions. It was a silent way of letting them out, without having to tell other people what's really in your heart.

You thought you were sly about it, but nothing went under Robin's radar.

Everyone was watching a movie on the flat screen in the rec room. You hadn't realized you were so tired, the movie was boring, something that M'Gann had picked and you hadn't slept the night before, busy patrolling your city.

Your eyelids began to droop before you could even understand what was going on, your head lolling as you drifted in and out of consciousness.

Robin hadn't realized that he was napping through the movie until he felt a weight on his shoulder. He nearly jumped awake and glanced to his side to see you sound asleep, breathing gently. He nearly chuckled, was this what you looked like when you weren't scowling at everybody?

His heart skipped a beat, god, were you beautiful. The smell of flowers vaguely hit his nose and he noticed the red gardenia plant growing steadily in the corner of the room.

'Red Gardenias means a secret love,' Robin recalled from a book he had read, 'It's a secret way for someone to say I love you.'

He glanced back at you still sleeping peacefully, face completely relaxed and briefly wondered if your powers were taking the lead on your emotions and making gardenias grow around the cave. Or were you dreaming about something?

Something in his heart grew, here you were sleeping against his shoulder, making symbols of a secret love grow around the room. This had to be a sign of something, right?

Before he could contemplate it any further, you squirmed and then began to stir. Your eyes fluttered open, hazily taking in your surroundings before they landed on the boy beside you and widened in size, skin darkening with a blush.

"Why the fuck didn't you wake me up?" You snapped and turned on your heel to stomp out of the room without even waiting for a response from him. The others who noticed the way he was just staring at the place you were in surprise. You always do such a 180 when you're around him and conscious.

"Wow, sunshine's crabby in the morning." Wally commented from beside him. When he didn't get any response, he looked over to see Robin with a silly smile on his face.

Dick couldn't stop himself from grinning. The gardenias were still blooming.

***

"Antheia, do you think you will be able to stop the plants from growing any further?" Batman turned to face you, only to find you staring at him with a hazy, blank expression.

"Antheia?" Robin called but you didn't even flinch, your eyes were locked onto the holo-computer, seeing the thick vines that were twisting and turning. Their call was overwhelming, you could feel them grow even beneath your feet. It was like a siren was blearing through your head.

You couldn't tell what they were trying to say, it was like they were muffled. It was confused and lost, following Ivy and it was happy listening to her. And yet, it was feeling pain, the Justice League was busy pruning her as we speak. It was scared, crying out for someone to help them and you felt obligated to help. Your mind was getting heavy, throbbing with an oncoming migraine.

"(Y/N)!" Your eyes snapped open and focused onto the boy in front of you. Everyone was staring at you in concern and you blinked, suddenly not able to remember what the hell was going on. You were just trying to focus on something other than the screams and cries of the plant.

"......What?" You asked a little dumbly, noticing the concern on Robin's face. The plants were still crying. You couldn't get the painful sound of their screams out of your mind. You felt like curling up into a ball and crying.

"Batman asked if you would be able to stop the plants?"

"Oh, um, no." You answered in a distracted way that made his face pinch with worry. His hands were still grasping your shoulders tightly, keeping his face in close proximity to yours. You didn't even realize, too out of it to even notice.

Robin on the other hand felt his cheeks get uncomfortably hot the more you stared at him with those innocent, beautiful eyes of yours. If Batman hadn't been breathing down his neck, he was sure he would've kissed you in the moment.

Unfortunately for him, his dad always knew how to ruin the moment. And he would continue to for the rest of his life. Until death do them part. Even after the two of you grow up and live together, the Batman would find some way to interrupt your fun.

"Robin?"

"Huh?"

"The mission."

Oh. Right.

***

"Robin!" You screamed when one of Ivy's plants wrapped around his neck and slammed him against the trees. They didn't let up curling tighter around his throat. Fear struck you as he began choking from breath and you knew you had to do something.

Suddenly murderous intent took over you and you glared at Ivy who returned it with a smug smirk of her own. Oh, how you'd rip that smirk off her face.

"Okay Ivy, you wanna play? Let's play." You ground out, slamming your hands against the vine around Robin's neck and it began disintegrating beneath your fingers. He fell to the ground, gasping for breath and you tuned out the sound of the plant crying as it died beside him.

Ivy heard it just as loudly as you had, she screamed and more plants lunged towards the both of you.

"Go help the others! I'm about to snap this twig." You spat at Robin, using your powers to kill the roots as it reached you. It was working slowly, your powers weak to the pain of the plants around you. Even as every cell of your body told you not to, you clenched your fingers into fists and watched as the creeper feel to the marsh, dead.

You engaged in battle with Ivy. Plants were screaming for mercy all around you but you couldn't stop for even a second. Life around you was trembling but you had to keep fighting the villain in front of you because if you hesitated for even a second, many more would die.

Thorns scratched your skin, drawing blood and curled around Ivy, sinking barbs into her skin.

"Face it girlie! You're never going to overpower me!"

"Oh, I'm not trying to overpower you, just distract you long enough for Robin to get rid of the control system." You replied, just as smug as she had been at the start of the fight. Now you got to see her face melt into one of panic just as Robin jumped over her head and to your side with a grin identical to yours.

"Cover your ears!" He sang, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and ducking, covering your body with his own. You were grateful for it; you weren't sure you could even keep your body upright at the moment.

Then you heard the explosion and your heart stopped. Every single fibre of your body burned red hot fire as you heard screams and cries around you. Bile was crawling up your throat and your breathing got thin. They were sobbing a heart-broken wail and your eyes misted at the mere sound.

Without realizing it, you were gripping onto Robin's hand, brows furrowed together. The sound of the explosion cleared, the Injustice League was captured and he pulled you up to stand with the others.

It was silent for a moment. You had won.

And then the consequences of your actions hit you.

Everyone's necks snapped towards you when you let out a heart-wrenching sob. Robin, who was standing right next to you caught you just in time before your body hit the ground. Pain exploded in your chest as you began wailing against him.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N)! What's wrong?!" He panicked but you didn't respond, crying into his chest as you gripped his cape in an iron fist. Everything hurt and all you could feel was sorrow and guilt.

The other heroes crowded around you but your eyes were screwed shut, tears making your eyes sting. Robin held onto you tightly, pulling your body against his as you continued to cry.

"What's happening?" Artemis murmured, looking around to see the environment change before her eyes. Everyone else followed her lead to see how leaves began rotting, then the trees. The smell was pungent. Thorns and weeds were crawling up the dying trees, pulling them into the swamp.

"(Y/N) please, what's wrong?" Robin whispered in your ear but you couldn't hear him. The sounds of plants screaming and wailing was echoing through your mind. How they begged you to save them. How they begged you to stop.

And then it got hard to breathe, your chest constricted and you were wheezing. Robin had to watch in horror when petals and blood poured from your mouth. You were choking, throwing up and sobbing in his arms, and he was unable to do anything to help you.

"Flash get her to the Batcave." Batman said gruffly, he was shocked and worried for you but didn't say anything, not wanting to scare his son more, "Sending you the coordinates now."

"Alfred prepare the med-bay."

Dick watched with a sinking heart as he handed you into Flash's arms. It took him a few seconds for his mind to stop whirring, he was still kneeling in the swampy marsh when the team huddled around him.

"It's gonna be okay." Wally murmured, wrapping an arm around his shaking body.

"We just have to hope for the best."

***

When the others had gotten back to the Cave, you had just been moved there, after being looked over by Alfred. He joined you in the med-bay, wanting to keep an eye on you. But as of yet, you still had to wake up.

Dick wasn't supposed to be listening to the adult’s conversation, but he couldn't help himself, he had to know if you were going to be okay.

"The situation is undeterminable, sir. But as of now, the flowers that are clogging her respiratory system keep growing. If we don't find a cure for this, it's inevitable that she will suffocate and pass."

His heart stopped. Die? You couldn't die, not when he still had so many things to tell you. For so long, he hadn't told you of his feelings, wanting to keep the relationship between the two of you professional. But now more than anything, he wished he had said something.

There were so many things he didn't get to do with you yet. You had yet to give him a bouquet on your first date. He wanted to lay in bed with you, smelling fresh flowers as you told him what different plants symbolized. He had yet to see moments where you can't control your powers and make plants grow around the cave.

He hadn't even given you a flower yet.

"Rob listen, I did some research on this 'disease'." Wally said, falling into step with him, "It's called the Hanahaki disease."

"That's fiction Wal—"

"But that's the best we've got right now." Came his curt reply and Dick's heart clenched.

"Hanahaki disease is a fictional sickness that only occurs when someone is suffering from unrequited love. The victim will cough up flower petals that symbolize their love. This disease is only cured when the victim's feelings are romantically returned." Wally read off his phone before turning to Dick with a smile.

He raised a brow, "What?"

"You have to kiss (Y/N)!"

"What!?"

"Yep! You have to return her unrequired love!"

"Wally that's ridiculous, kissing someone doesn't cute anything."

"Well, it's the only thing we have. And for (Y/N), we need to try anything." He said, pushing him towards the med-bay. His voice was tight and tense, like he was holding onto his as his last hope and Dick prayed that it would work when the door of your room came into his sight.

You were asleep and if he hadn't known any better, he would've thought you were healthy. Wally closed the door behind him, leaving Dick alone with you. The only sound in was the beeping from your heart monitor and your light wheezing. It was getting harder to breathe.

Dick inched his way closer to you, watching as your eyelashes fluttered gently in your sleep. Leaning over the bed you were lying in; he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before moving his head in line with yours.

"God, please let this work." He whispered and your bottom lip was caught between his. It was feather-light but yet, electricity was buzzing through his veins and fireworks went off in his mind.

For a minute, nothing happened and his heart clenched in his chest before he kissed you a little harder. This had to work because they didn't have any other lead. Dick felt you exhale feebly against him and he almost gave up hope.

But then you took a deep breath, stealing the breath from his lungs and he pulled away quickly to see your eyelids fluttering open. The colour was returning to your cheeks and your eyes were sparkling up at him. You smiled gently and he blinked away tears of relief. Thank goodness.

'His eyes are blue' You thought, staring deeply into them. They were beautiful, alluring. You didn't know why but just looking into his eyes was addicting. Was this what it felt like to be so deep in love? That even his eyes were enough to captivate you?

"I'm so glad you're awake." He muttered, cupping your cheeks firmly and planting another kiss on your lips. You giggled lightly, heart overjoyed to find the boy you had been in love with for so long had returned your feelings and you responded to the kiss eagerly, placing your palms over his hands and leaning into him.

With your regaining strength, you felt a flower materialize in your hands. The stem between your fingers brought you comfort just as the scent of the flower brought you back life.

When Dick pulled away, you delicately slipped it into his hands and he turned his attention to it, blue eyes softening when he recognized this particular flower in his hands.

"It's an Aster." You whispered quietly, lips brushing against his and he chuckled. It was the only flower you thought of when he came to your mind, "Get it?"

Dick turned his eyes away from the blossom and looked at you again. Your heart jumped, noticing just how much love he held in them. Eyes you could swim in, overflowing with love for you. Suddenly you were overwhelmed, feeling adoration and attraction. You needed to be closer to him, even though he was pressed against you.

Your fingers curled into his collar and pulled him closer to you, slanting your lips over his in an open-mouthed kiss. Dick gasped against your lips, startled for no longer than a second before sinking against you and wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

Your lips moved gently against his, the blushing flower trapped between both your bodies. The smell of fresh flowers clouded Dick's mind with everything that was you. Your hair, your smile, your lips. If you kept kissing him like that, he was certain he'd forget his own name.

And then you pulled away and Dick noted that you were as beautiful as a fresh flower. Your skin was glowing with life and your tired eyes were twinkling. You smiled sleepily at him, eyes closing shut and he lowered you back to the bed. Immediately, you slipped back into slumber, exhausted from the day's events.

He watched for a couple seconds, making sure you were able to breathe without any problems before realizing he should tell the others that you were okay.

He slipped out of the room quietly, stealing a final glance of you sleeping peacefully in the bed and a huge smile grew on his face, "She's awake."

It was only then he noticed just how colourful the room had gotten in the few minutes he was with you.

The walls were covered with vines and roses of different colours, camelias and carnations of different shades. It littered the room, not leaving a single inch of the wall untouched and scattered petals all over the floor like confetti.

Different creepers hung from the ceiling, dusting all the superheroes with sparkling pollen and colourful petals. Not to mention there were stems crawling up the Justice League members, flowers hugging their ankles lovingly.

Batman looked a lot less intimidating with petals in his cape and a rose stuck behind his ear. Robin blushed at the sight of everyone giving him knowing smiles.

"We noticed."

Aster: This flower became a symbol of love when in Greek mythology it was placed on the altars for the gods. So now, when you send a bouquet featuring this vibrant bloom, the message of "Take Care Of Yourself For Me" is implied. It conveys deep emotional love and affection for someone.

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sub-danny · 3 years ago

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how the boys would be act drunks?

It's been ages since I made some headcanons and I know I have a load of requests from you guys that have been sitting in my inbox for months, but as I have some spare time I wanted to write something again so :)

Zemo:

I mean we've all seen his amazing dance moves. He is totally a dancy drunk. You can't get him to stay still when he is in the mood, he is pulling out many dance moves you would have never expected from him. He's also a flirty drunk, though. He will keep hitting on you, try and dance on you to tempt you, trying his best to be seductive so you might fuck him. He might also try to act like he is sober, and at times pretend to not be interested, but you both know that he is feeling incredibly horny and needs you. right. now.

Laszlo:

We have seen Laszlo drunk in the second season of the Alienist, and god was he adorable then. Had me swooning honestly. He is quite a silly drunk because all those walls he puts up to distance himself between people just disappear. He would be in awe at you, constantly commenting on your beauty and how amazing you are, and I would also see him ranting on about psychology and such and telling you all the cool facts about the human mind that he knows because he loves to tell you these things like an excited child. He wouldn't be a horny drunk like Zemo, I don't think he would really have any interest in sex when he is drunk, apart from wanting to suck on your titties if you have them, but as he comes down and you finally get him into bed he cuddles up to you tightly.

Andrea:

Once again we have also seen Andrea drunk in the film, and once again he was so friking adorable. I don't believe Andrea knows his limits, so he lets himself be goaded by others to drink more and more and he doesn't seem to realise how it will affect him the morning after. Andrea is a singing drunk, when he drinks enough he will sing any music he hears, even if he doesn't understand the lyrics, he just loves the melody. He might try and dance as well, but he likely can't stand up properly after a certain point. If he had only had a glass or two he might be up to having sex, but anything past that he is gone and definitely couldn't give consent, all that would be in his mind would be making you sing with him.

Niki:

Niki might be the Danny boy who can hold his alcohol the most. Likely because he has been drinking from a young age. His liver is definitely not doing so well. Because of that though it is rare to see him drunk. He doesn't like to be vulnerable. Being drunk makes him vulnerable. He will on occasions drink though, such as celebrating when he has won the championship for example. The alcohol though just makes him even cockier (which you didn't even think was possible tbh) he would try teasing you, likely flirty teasing, but he would also play hard to get. He wants to see you get annoyed by him, he finds it funny but in the end, he would love you to take control of him again. By the time you get him to the bedroom, he is probably trying to get you to have sex with him but you are trying to get him to sleep to stop his teasing. It's going to be hard to stop this man though when he has decided he wants you to fuck him now that he is drunk.

Ernst:

I feel at times Ernst would use alcohol as a coping mechanism from dealing with Volkov all the time. I see him getting back to his quarters every night and pulling out a drink just to soothe his head. One drink might lead to two though, and then to three. I don't see the rest of the crew having parties and drinking usually, maybe once in a while but most times he is drunk is just when the two of you have been drinking together in one of your quarters. When it's just with you he is quite a cuddly drunk. He'd be up for sex, but more so he just wants to be with you, to hold you in his arms and just bury his head into your neck. He wouldn't want to let you go.

Alex:

Alex is young and now that the wall is down he is out exploring. He definitely has gone out to nightclubs and such and loves to drag you along. He wants the full experience that he had been missing out on when the wall used to be up. He would get into the hype of the nightclub at first, being able to order lots of call drinks at the bar and being able to dance and sing to all the new music. It can go two ways though, either he gets too hyper and dances the night away, completely drunk and then you have to help him home at the end because he is completely out of it, or you two leave early as he is feeling a bit overwhelmed and after you look after him and great him to some gentle sex as he is desperate for it.

Sebastian:

When is this man not drunk tbh? His drunk self is essentially the same as his sober self. Though his sober self probably complains about being hungover a lot. Really there is not much of a difference between sober and drunk Sebastian as that wild side is just who he is. He's silly and goofy and hardly takes anything seriously and you have just learnt to love him for that.

David:

It might be the only time David doesn't seem to be stressed out about something. Drinking gives David that break from worrying about everything going on in his life and he gets to relax and enjoy his time with you. He would probably be all over you, being all lovey and Dovey trying to get you to take him to bed as he feels in the mood to have sex as he isn't stressed. He is also more goofy and silly and can make you laugh at anything he does.

Tony:

Tony is very modest in what he drinks. You rarely see him drink anything other than wine and even then he usually restrains himself to one glass. He needs to set an example to his staff and after seeing all the issues Adam had with drunks and drinking, it put him off taking anything in excess. Still, when it is just the two of you and it is a special occasion he might drink a few more glasses. When he is really drunk I think I see him as quite seductive, trying to charm you and such, especially as you guys drink on special occasions the thought of sex is already in his mind and the alcohol just gets rid of his nerves to approach the subject. Honestly, he ends up all over you.

Alex Garel:

I think in the time he spent away from his home, set before Eva, he might have had a problem with drinking lots. So now that he is setting his life straight again, being back and working on robots, he doesn't drink as much. Occasionally he might but he always tries to stop getting into drinking daily. He is quite a sweet drunk tbh, he just wants to be with you, maybe dance with you, tell you again and again how much he loves you. He might even get some robots out and show you all the cool tricks he has managed to teach them as he wants to see how proud you are of him.

Konrad Koch:

He has to be sensible when drinking, as he lives at the school he teaches and he can't have the students seeing him drunk. But occasionally in the evening he might go out and have a few drinks to destress. He studied in England, so he has totally learnt how the English behave drunk and so mimics it in a way though he is back in Germany. He might chant one of his favourite football chants, maybe he will sing it to you. I can see him being a bit goofy, laughing more, making you dance with him etc but I don't see him ever getting blackout drunk, like to the point where he can't really control his actions, no he still has some control over his behaviour.

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pebblysand · 2 years ago

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Director's Cut! Way Specific Scene.

i really adore the description in this, because it helps me really visualize it--how harry and ginny are positioned relative to one another, how what they're looking at instead of one another reveals how they are feeling.

I am curious, and you need not answer if you would prefer not to, how you were able to craft this, what your process was, because it seems (forgive me if I'm making bold assertions) like a thing that would be difficult to do given what you've mentioned about how visualization is harder for you than it might be for others.

do you, like, do the actions yourself and then capture each movement in words?

thank you so much for both your amazing writing and your willingness to engage beyond the published text--i feel so very blessed by both aspects of the goddess pebblysand. 🌸

Yeah, this is a super interesting question. This paragraph involved... an embarrassing amount of effort lol. I re-drafted it a number of times haha. It's definitely one those where, generally, *I* don't see anything in that description and I would very happily have moved on without it, but I hear @copper-dust's voice in my head being like: "DETAILS! VISUALS!" so I... yield to the voice in my head lol.

I think I've become more aware of my own limitations in the past year and have, as such, made a conscious effort to adapt. It doesn't mean that I'm changing my style, I'm never going to be a "visual" author, but I can make certain adjustments, you know? This scene could have further details on the colour of the grass and the flow of the waves, and the birds in the sky or whatever, but you're going to have to go someone else's fic to find that cause my brain is incapable, haha. Again, we're making lemonade with the lemons we have, here, you know?

That said, I've noticed I find it easier to generally add visuals at the beginning of scenes (this one and the one with Kingsley and the description of his office earlier in the chapter come to mind) because it's a place where I have mental space to remember to add them, as opposed to later when I'm so focused on the action, dialogue, etc. that it a) wouldn't occur to me and b) would distract me and annoy me as a reader lol. So, usually, every time I get to a new location, I try to force myself to describe it the best I can these days. (Ah, all the sacrifices I make for you, visual people 😅)

To answer your question about my process though, in this case, I just stop and think: how would these people sit? And, so: Ginny would be the kind of girl who sits cross-legged with her skirt over her legs because she wants to look at people when she talks to them. Harry - this is going to sound Very Strange, but I have a whole headcanon from a fic I've started working on but not yet published about the fact that he always sits in a way that make it easy for him to get up and run in one swift-motion. So, he always has at least one foot solidly on the ground, which is the case here. But, if he had both knees up (and feet on the ground), his second leg would be a sort of fence between them, he'd be a lot less relaxed and open towards her with both knees pulled up, which we don't want, because this is a scene where they're having a dialogue.

This conundrum honestly did led me at one point to sitting on the floor of my apartment, trying to find a position for him that worked. Sometimes, I think my neighbours probably think I'm totally cray lol. Then, describing as best as I could, adding in distance (3 or 4 feet cause I'm never bloody sure what a fucking foot is, please adopt metres people!) and light from the sun because it's a hot spring day and I wanted to convey that. She's in the shade because she's not Stupid; I headcanon that Harry's skin is on the "darker" side for a white person (a bit like my own, tbh, is that a self-insert? lmao) and that he tans pretty easily, meaning that he likes to think he never gets burnt, although that is totally Not True. I honestly think about these things too much lol.

Then, their looks are, as you said, also a symbol. She is looking at the castle - which she hates - and he is looking at the water. They're both not looking at each other, though their actual body language is very relaxed and open. That's the contrast I wanted to play with, for obvious reasons as this chapter is very ambivalent.

But, honestly, I almost deleted that paragraph before I published cause it bored me. I'm now glad I didn't, haha.

#castles #asked and answered #aphantasia

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sleephyjhs · 4 years ago

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When You’re Expecting (Taehyung Headcanon)

pairing: taehyung x pregnant!reader

warnings: mention of fertility & pregnancy complications

note: i’ve been craving to write a bts x pregnancy series for a while so here we go !! if there’s a specific member you’d like to see next, shoot me an ask :)

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FINDING OUT

even before finding out you were pregnant, you both had so much love for your child

there was nothing either of you could have wanted more than a baby

it was always at the forefront of your mind how much you wanted a little human of your own

it was approaching a year since you began trying seriously

a few false hopes and two miscarriages later, fertility drugs were looking to improve the chances of conceiving

the raging hormones which came with the drugs were all worth the positive test

early september - sickness had hung around your throat for days

headaches lasted longer than usual, and crying at the most mundane things had become an unwelcome habit

in the bathroom cabinet, you’d collected a small stockpile of electronic and stick pregnancy tests

one of them would eventually show positive, right?

taehyung sat on the bathroom tiles with you

waiting two minutes felt closer to waiting two months

he crossed his legs, bouncing his knees impatiently

your knees came to your chin; high hopes weighed heavily on your heart

the alarm set on his phone beeped quietly

your heartbeat rose suddenly to your throat

taehyung reached out for your hand as you turned to read the results

two blue lines - as clear as day

they became less clear as your eyes coated with thick, salty tears

he began to chuckle as his happiness trickled down his cheeks

“we did it baby! we’re gonna have a baby!” he whispered, choked up by his own anticipation

no words were left swirling in your mind

your jaw hung open as though the hinges were faulty

shakily, you lifted the electronic test to triple check

pregnant.

as you crashed into taehyung’s open arms, memories of the past loomed in your mind

it was only inevitable

a positive test was a familiar joy to you both

however this familiar joy had only ever been followed by crippling devastation

as much as you tried not to think about it, you couldn’t help but retain maternal caution

however, this time also felt different

taehyung’s spirit, your spirit - it was as though fate didn’t want to disappoint you any more

someone out there decided it was finally your time to grow a mini human to bring into the world

of course, no time was wasted in contacting the maternity clinic

seeing your baby on a screen was now a top priority

just to see their little head, maybe even hear their heartbeat

just to know they were okay

just to know you were keeping them cosy and safe, that’s all you needed

taehyung couldn’t hold his excitement

from leaving the house to reaching the hospital, his toothy grin never wiped from his cheeks

he never said anything at the time since his main focus was always on comforting you

but losing his babies near enough tore him apart

even when you tried to comfort him, taehyung restricted himself just to protect your wellbeing

of course, the worse had already crossed his mind

but it wouldn’t get the better of him

it couldn’t.

you soon learned you were already 6 weeks pregnant

the midwife had to point out where your little baby was hanging out; they were such a tiny thing after all

briefly, you took the opportunity to hear their heartbeat

it was faint over the machine, but fast

there really was a life within you.

“there’s something else, if you just look over here...” the midwife prompted, turning the monitor so you could grasp a better view

taehyung leaned slightly over your chest to peer closely at the smaller monochrome screen

with the mouse, she circled a second bean shaped figure

“the fertility drugs increase the chance of twins. looks like you guys got lucky!”

twins. you were having twins.

THE PREGNANCY

like with most pregnancies, you were advised to wait until the 12 week milestone to begin announcing your impending delivery

and even though he understood the importance of patience right now, taehyung could hardly contain his excitement

it didn’t help that a little bump had already begun to grow

keeping a secret was much more difficult when the evidence was near impossible to hide

already, taehyung spent early mornings talking to his little angels

telling them stories he seemingly made up on the spot

or even borrowing some from his own childhood

“you know they can’t hear you yet? it’s about 7 weeks until they’ll be able to, honey.”

“i know, i’m just practising for when they can.”

of course, you wouldn’t admit that you did the same when you were alone

you attended more midwife appointments than other expectant mothers might

the pair of you much preferred being on the safer side

in the car, when on a quieter, less congested road, taehyung often reached over to cradle your still-growing bump with a free hand

you slotted your fingertips between his for additional sappiness

“you two have so many people waiting for you here, hmm? many people are already so in love with you both. me and mummy included.”

on a sleepless night, you’d made a small pact with tae

it was a rash decision, but sincere nonetheless

“no matter what, they are always going to know how wanted they were. always.”

taehyung hardly needed reminding of this, but it was still a weight off your shoulders

as you tried to conceive, the pregnancy diet had already been implemented into your daily routines

however now that you were carrying two precious babies, there really would be no more ‘cheat’ days for you

no more extra half cups of coffee on slower mornings

although you usually took over the role of head chef in the house, taehyung dedicated extra effort into preparing you both healthy and yummy foods

sautéd rice with green vegetables and lean meat/tofu appeared to be his go-to

but you still opted to supervise just in case

finally being able to announce your pregnancy was another heavy weight lifted from your mind

the other members were over the moon for you both

particularly when they reminded themselves of the struggles you had experienced previously

and also remembering the utter devastation of their taehyung when he had to break it to them

all of them kept their eye out for little gifts and outfits

each week, taehyung came home with a new stack of pale rompers or neutral-tones teething toys

these babies would have the best uncles; at least that much you could be certain of

announcing your pregnancy on social media was a looming task, but one he was determined to pull off perfectly

for filler content between schedules, the members had been asked to film a 5 minute vlog of their daily life

well, what a perfect opportunity!

towards the end, taehyung made sure to include some shots of your now protruding bump overlaid with some more vintage camera settings

safe to say, that day you had broken the internet

love, congratulations and blessings poured in from every corner of the earth

a few comments complimenting how much pregnancy suited you touched you especially

self image is commonly effected by the progression of pregnancy, and you were no exception to that

although it was amazing how your body grew and made a little home for your tiny babies, it was still quite strange to see yourself changing so quickly

your favourite clothes didn’t fit around your doubled bump anymore

and your skin seemed to hate sharing nutrients with two extra people

but for the days where you struggled to love yourself, taehyung easily filled in the gaps for you

sneaking up behind you in the bathroom

(although the mirror kinda gave him away)

he’d wrap his arms around your just-moisturised bump and carefully rest his chin on your shoulder

“tell me all your worries honey.”

you gushed over how much you missed wearing your favourite jackets

and how strange it was to look at yourself in such a new and confusing way

“i know it’s normal, and i know i have to do it for them. but i guess it’s just weird - i don’t look like myself anymore”

he sighed and planted a kiss on a spot of bare skin

those small kisses still tickled you like they always had

“well, you definitely look different,”

you really hoped there was a second part to that sentence, mostly for tae’s own good

“but why does that have to be bad? not gonna lie, it actually kinda makes you hotter. maybe we should make babies more often!”

“make~?”

LABOUR AND DELIVERY

originally, you had wanted to try and stick to the natural route for as long as you could

but after a few contractions, that idea was immediately out of the window

to help steady yourself and wait out the pain, you held onto the kitchen island and swayed to your own pace

eventually, taehyung joined you

copying the same movements while timing your contractions

“they really must be desperate to come out, huh?”

“well do you think they could hurry it up a bit?!”

the pair of you had been prepared for this for over a month

the hospital bag was ready by the door with all of your essentials packed tightly inside

not forgetting the pots of instant ramen taehyung insisted he must bring in case of an emergency

just as he was readying to back out of the driveway, taehyung took a mental stock check of everything packed in the back

“do you think we have everything?”

“i love you but stop talking please.”

thankfully, he understood well that the sheer pain made you cranky

so long as he assured himself that it was ‘just the contractions’, he’d be just fine

as much as he couldn’t wait to announce he was about to become a father to everyone, he kept himself grounded when walking you to the maternity ward

one corridor in and you’d suggested that a wheelchair might be a better mode of transport

breathlessness and contractions didn’t sound like a favourable mix to you

the assessment of your fast dilation granted you an immediate spot in the labour ward

you’d picked this suite specially due to its expansive space

the option of a birthing pool was still available if you so needed it, but the mood lighting and access to aromatherapy was what attracted you to the room in the first place

a serene paradise for your angels to be born into

it was perfect

taehyung explored while you adjusted to your new surroundings

of course, it didn’t take him long to find the birthing ball

“what’s the difference between a yoga ball and a birthing ball?”

there obviously was none, but you took a few seconds to try and be smart with him

“well, sit on that and you might have a baby the size of a watermelon come out of you soon.”

taehyung cradled his torso and pulled a shocked expression, which was enough to make you giggle and cause another contraction

less than a few hours passed, and you had already attempted to scream the building down once or twice

“get these babies out of me. no i’m serious, i need them out.”

realising your deadpan expression, taehyung soon attended to you at the head of your bed

stroking your slightly sweaty head and patting a ice cold flannel on your clammy forehead

he braced himself for a crushing hand grip which came about sooner than he’d prepared for

you weren’t the biggest fan of commotion, and so being surrounded by nurses and doctors was close to being your worst nightmare

taehyung focused his voice into your ear, trying to minimise the tension coming from below your pelvis

his motivational words were broken up by short bursts of pushes

many of which were followed by a string of curse words which just slipped out

and then, there it was.

the first piercing cry belted across the room

a tear or two may have happened to slip from your eyes

finally the moment you’d waited for, nearly two years in the making, was here

the first of two, a little girl who already had a head full of the most luscious black hair

taehyung wanted to hold back his happy tears in order to show some kind of strength

but you and him both knew he’d never hold it back for long

within the space of 4 minutes, the second baby was born into the world.

but this time, there was no immediate cry

the whole world seemed to slow down in that moment as you waited

and waited

midwifes gathered around the new infant, looking for any kind of obstruction

but, soon enough, your son said his first hello to the world

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tenthgrove · 4 years ago

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Yandere Bruno squad headcanons perhaps :0?

Yandere Team Buccelati

Content Warnings: Yandere behaviour, stalking, abduction

A/N: Apologies, but I've decided that I'm not really comfortable writing under 18s as yandere characters, so I'll just be doing Buccialati, Abbacchio and Mista for this one. Extra warning that this is really bad (I'm particularly not happy with Mista's section) because I wrote this late at night and didn't know what I was saying as I wrote it, so double apologies for that.

Bruno Buccelati

In spite of his occupation, Bruno has no qualms befriending the civilian population of Naples and doing good for them. He holds a profound pity for the victims of organised crime, and is eager to help where he can. So when you approach him on the street, asking for help with ridding yourself of a creepy stranger who had made it his business to follow and harass you, Bruno is quick to ensure your would-be stalker never looks your way again.

Although Bruno saw to it that you were escorted home safely, he can't help but feel some well-intentioned worry for your well-being over the coming days. He checks in on you again, which you find to be very sweet, but as the days pass by again his worry returns. Continuing to visit you would seem odd, he knows, but surely there's no harm in asking Narancia to check through your window once in a while?

At first it really is just concern for your safety, but after a while, Bruno is forced to accept that he is genuinely infatuated with you. His feelings are far too strong to simply sweep under the rug, and approaching you the normal way could put you in danger, provided it even works. He isn't going to kidnap you, that would leave him no better than the thugs he chases off of the streets, but to make you his he's going to resort to something unorthodox.

Bruno makes a few preparations. He does a few favours for your friends and family- gotta make sure they're on his side, He also checks his intel into the area's rival street gangs, since it can't hurt to have a hint of truth to the story he's going to tell. Then, armed with a few empty suitcases and a fake look of concern, he heads to your house late one night.

He announces to you that one of the rival gangs in the area has singled you out as a target for trafficking, and because of your previous interactions with him, they're dead set on taking you. Bruno assures you not to worry and helps you pack away your things, promising that you will be safe in his care while the issue with the gang is sorted out. You'll be staying in his house, of course. It's best he's right on call in case anyone tries to come after you.

Your new life in Bruno's house is a strange one. You cannot leave the house of course, except for the occasional short trip with him or his men to stop your mental health from suffering, but your internet access is unrestricted, you can call your family as much as you want, and you're allowed to buy anything you'd like with your money (or better, have him buy it for you). You have your own room, but Bruno often asks to come in and sit with you late at night. It's all for your comfort, of course.

After a couple of months, Bruno's excuses to keep you longer will start to run out as you start to wonder why he hasn't eliminated the street gang yet. The hope is that by this point, you would have already fallen for Bruno's charm and started to love him, but barring this, he'll simply buy more time by making up more reasons why it's unsafe for you to go home.

But, if all else fails, and you begin to insist on leaving... well, Bruno didn't want to do this, but he can't just let you go. You're locked in your room, windows barred as Bruno explains to you calmly that this is all for your own good. You can come out any time you want, Amore. All you have to do is promise to stay.

Leone Abbacchio

Despite his occasionally cold demeanour, Abbacchio is no stranger to the want for companionship and affection. In fact, it's fair to say he needs it, and that going so long without tenderness has left him empty, miserable and disillusioned. But it's only a matter of time before somebody reawakens his need for warmth.

Both of you were having a bad day. You were downtrodden and lamentful, and as sad people tend to do together, you shared your angsts together as you sat at the bus stop, neither of you caring that this was the first time you'd even seen each other.

Abbacchio does not want the conversation to end. So when the bus arrives, he gets a ticket to your stop instead, and sits with you, continuing to talk. He is sad when you say goodbye. He knows he needs to see you again. He thinks nothing of lingering to see which street you turn onto as you walk home.

Abbacchio gets to work right away. He needs to have you, but cannot see you ever falling for someone like him. Not through normal means instead. His thoughts turn to abduction, but the image of you begging and crying as he drags you to his car saddens him. He knows he could never hurt you that badly. He needs to find a half-way point, between force and natural love.

The first thing he does, once his mind is made up, is go to your boss. Using Passione's name, he quickly convinces them to fire you without any question as to why. It is a similar story with your landlord a few days later. Any friends or relatives who might take you in are also sent a warning phone-call.

You know full-well what has happened. You knew at the time your one-time companion on the bus was a mafioso, his story made that clear. You beat yourself up every minute for not avoiding him then and there. And now, as misfortune after misfortune strikes you, everyone who bears you bad news has the same white-haired stranger to speak of. When, on your first night on the streets, a tall figure approaches you from the black car, you do not feel any surprise.

Both you and Abbacchio know what he is here for, so he does not explain much. He sombrely instructs you to get in the car if you don't want to be stuck on the streets any longer, promising that he will not do you any harm if you comply. He has already struck out every other option for possibly helping yourself. You have little choice but to go with him.

You do not expect much when you arrive at Abbacchio's house, but instead you find all your old possessions lined up for you to decorate your room with. After quickly explaining where the bathroom is and which foods from the kitchen are free for taking, he goes to bed, advising that you do the same. You are completely, and utterly perplexed.

Abbacchio forces little conversation on you in the early weeks. Most of the time, he is out doing work, leaving you with free reign of his house. Soon, you do not feel at all as though you were forced to be here. You dare say your life is better here than it was before. Abbacchio's friends occasionally visit, making sure that Leone isn't mistreating you and you're fully happy here. Eventually, Abbacchio relents to letting you reopen communications with your friends. You cannot say you have anything to complain about.

The only question, is what Abbacchio ever wanted from you. It's so strange how he went to all these lengths to take you only to largely ignore you. The truth is, he's waiting for you to open up to him of your own free will. As he lies in bed alone at night, he dreams of you coming into his room, asking if he can hold you for a minute.

Mista

Guido Mista has dated a few times in the past, and he isn't interested in letting Passione stop him from continuing. It doesn't matter how you met him, just that after a few encounters you began to date, and were very happy with your new beau. You worked well together, what else is there to say?

But after your second date, Buccialati received word of your existence and was concerned. He isn't exactly going to force you to stop dating, Mista is an adult after all and can do as he pleases. But Buccelati wants to make sure you know what you're getting into.

Paying you a visit, Buccelati explains to you that your new boyfriend is involved with the mafia, and continuing to see him will involve certain risks. He is happy for you to take these risks, so long as you are aware of their existence. You thank him for him time, and immediately proceed to shut off all communication with Mista without explanation.

After a brief shouting match with Buccelati once Mista realises what he's done, he marches over to your house to plead with you to take him back. You stand your ground, that Mista lied to you and you refuse to be involved with criminals, but Mista isn't giving up.

The argument escalates. You slam the door in his face. Mista goes home and despairs. You were the best he's ever had, and now he's supposed to accept that you're just... gone?! No... all you need is a little more time. Mista turns right around and heads back to your house. This time, he isn't letting up for anything.

It goes much further than he intended. In a split-moment of instinct, Mista draws his gun and threatens you into letting him in. He really didn't mean to scare you like that, but his emotions are running high right now and he doesn't know how else to make you listen.

So, here you are now, a hostage in your own home, because your barely boyfriend couldn't let you go. In the ultimatum the two of you made after he threatened you, you ended up agreeing not to leave the house at all for the time since he was scared you'd try to run.

Mista doesn't stay with you all the time, but he visits you daily to bring you things and try to repair the relationship. To his credit, he hasn't threatened you at all since the initial incident and seems to regret it intently, but forgiving him is difficult after what he did.

Your commitments are mysteriously all taken care of, your boss inexplicably granting you a long period of furlough at full pay. Buccelati wasn't kidding when he said the group Mista was part of was powerful. You shudder to think of what else he could do.

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