0kayblue · 2 years ago
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Hiiiii! I'm typically a v happy n upbeat person but lately I've just been not feeling like myself. I'm always trying to make people laugh and it's always made me so happy when ppl even express that I light up a room :')) But I guess I feel like I haven't been that light for a bit, and I've just been in my head and I just feel like I've been burdening people or maybe I talk too much and it's just been making me really sad. And I feel bad for venting to people so I've just been handling everything on my own aaaaa. I was wondering if you could create an angst to fluff scenario with leon given the information I gave if possible :')? Happy ending ofcofc!! And if you are to write this ask, if you could include some kind of climax where the reader is breaking down (bc I'm a very emotional person n I'm v sensitive n cry super easily) Pls don't be shy to make it as long as you'd like! I love your work sm 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 and I hope you're doing well!
Light 
You are working on getting everything settled to move in with Leon when your parents pop by short notice things start to head south. They always had a knack for making things go from bad to worse.
Main Character Relations: Leon Kennedy x reader (romantic) 
Word Count: 3k (a little over)
Angst with comfort, borderline abusive behavior, complicated family relations, panic attack, happy ending 
A/N: Hey, anon! I hope you are doing better these days. Just know that you are loved and cared for. I appreciate you and I hope that whatever you are going through leaves you stronger than you were before. If you ever want to just vent, do not hesitate to message me. I may not be able to respond right away (or if you even want me too) or at all, but if you need to get it out. Get it out.  Please be easy on yourself and reach out to those you trust or authorities if it gets too bad. 
With that being said I thank you for your request and I hope that this suffices. I don’t think this is the best thing I've ever written, but it has its moments. Enjoy! 
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You sat in the bathroom on the verge of tears with your face in your hands. Your tailbone starts to ache from sitting on the side of the tub, the harsh unforgiving acrylic leaving you with no support. You sniffed before finally standing up and moving in front of the mirror. Staring blankly at your reflection. 
Don’t. Cry. 
You scolded yourself as you looked in the mirror, your eyes slightly red and puffy. 
Stay. Strong. 
Taking a deep shaky breath you flushed the toilet before turning on the sink. Trying your best to pull it together as you splash some cool water on your face. 
You’re fine. You’re always fine. Now go back out there and be what you need to be. 
Your thoughts are harsh and cruel towards yourself as you turn off the faucet and dry your hands before you press on your cheeks, trying to wipe off the excess drops of water. This little worm of self doubt wiggling its way in your ear before you take a deep shaky breath. Plastering on a smile you leave the bathroom. 
You stop for a short moment before entering the living room, biting your inner lip, fixing your smile to something that felt more natural, and walking back to your former spot. Your ears perk as you pay attention, trying to place the room's conversation before sitting back down on your spot on the couch. 
“So, what do you do for work, Leon?” Your mom asks your boyfriend, a coldness to her words. 
“Sorry.” You murmur under your breath, “I told you, he’s head of security.” 
“I know what you’ve said,” your mother glared at you and you try not to wince under her gaze like you did as a child, “I just want him to explain it to me is all.” 
“What is there to explain exactly?” You're defensive, you're on edge, and Leon can more than just see it. His hand finds your thigh and his thumb ghosts over the denim fabric of your jeans. 
“There really isn’t much to explain.” He laughed trying to break the tension up, “I handle security for a warehouse up state. Make sure guards are properly trained, know how to deescalate a situation, stuff like that.”
“Interesting. How’d you fall into a job like that?” Your dad asks and Leon directs his attention back to your father.
Leon meeting your parents wasn’t your brilliant idea. You actually didn’t want him anywhere near them for a multitude of reasons, but your sibling let it slip to your mother that you were moving and it just snowballed from there. Your mother immediately jumped on your case and your father refused to look you in the eyes once he found out a romantic interest was involved. 
Of course none of this helped your current anxious state. The last few days have been more than just rough on you mentally and physically. With Leon being gone, packing, work, and your antidepressants losing their sparkle, you were in bad shape. 
“It just happened, I guess. The police academy didn’t want me and I had to go somewhere.” Leon laughed as he lied. He barely got through the front door before you were shoving a false backstory down his throat. It confused him and this wasn’t how he wanted to do this. He wanted to be honest and direct with your family about his life because someday he wanted to make your family his family. Things were more than just off to a bumpy start as your dad forced out a laugh.
“What made you guys want to drop by?” You ask, trying to relieve Leon of the hot seat. You felt bad for the current situation you put him in, if only he had run a little late. 
“We were out and about and wanted to see if you still were in the place, although I must say it looks better a little bare.” Your mom says as she flips open one of the boxes you had sitting on the coffee table, “You would think to tell your parents you were moving up state with a man you barely know.” Three months, you had told them that you had been dating Leon for only three months.
“I was going to tell you.” You got up, shutting the box and moving it away from her prying eyes. Leon’s concern for you doesn’t go unnoticed as his eyes remain glued to you; watching you bite your tongue in discomfort under the unrelenting gaze of your mother. 
“When?” Your dad asks. He didn’t seem mad, just heart broken. At a loss for words trying to figure out what moment you stopped confiding in him about your life. 
It was about middle school when it happened, when he told you that it was all in your head. That there wasn’t a thing wrong with you because you knew how to light up a room. You knew how to make people feel comfortable, you knew how to make them laugh; and no one who knew how to shine could suffer like the rest. 
“When I got settled. When I figured it out.” 
“When would that have been? When this fantasy of yours doesn’t work out and he leaves you?” Your mom spits before looking at Leon with little remorse, “I’m sorry son, no offense, but I don’t know you.” 
“Mom!” You yelled at her with your patience wearing incredibly thin, “You are not going to come here and start insulting my boyfriend.” 
“She’s just saying what we are all thinking,” your father defends her and it takes everything in you to not roll your eyes. “You’ve said you’ve only known him for three months, Christ, you’re probably lying. You’ve always kept secrets from us.” He was right, but you had your reasons. That didn’t make you feel any less bad about it, but still. You didn’t trust them for a reason and maintained a relationship with them out of guilt. 
“We just think it’s ridiculous that we are the last to know. We are your parents. We raised you. We took care of you; fed you, clothed you, kept a roof over your head. We deserve to know about your whereabouts with some man!” His voice rising and beginning to boom with anger; an anger you thought you had escaped. Your legs shake slightly as Leon stands up, shielding you from your fathers betrayed eyes. Seeing you in a flight or fight response triggering something in him. 
“We just want what’s best for you and I don’t think this is what’s best for you.” Your mom follows up causing your eyes to shift from your dad to your mom, tears welling in your eyes. 
“How do you know, huh? Not like you ever truly cared about anything I wanted.” 
“That is not true.”
“Not once have you called and asked me a damn thing with any true merit.”
“How could we? You are always hiding! Responding to everything with ‘fine’ or locking the damn door before we even knocked.” Your dad scolded you, wondering what happened to all those years he told you to stand your ground. Did those lessons fall on deaf ears or were you just up against something you couldn’t bring yourself to fight anymore?
“Because you don’t give a damn about anything serious in my life! God forbid you focus on how I feel instead of how you feel.”
“That is not-!” Leon raises a firm hand unable to stop himself. Unable to watch this unfold for much longer. He silenced the argument while your father was ready to push. It was an odd sight to see your father cower in his old age, knowing he didn’t stand a chance against Leon. Your heart pounds in your chest, afraid for Leon regardless of watching your dad back down. 
“I’m going to have to stop you, Sir. I think it’s best if you listen to your daughter and leave.” It wasn’t exactly a threat, more of a warning. 
“We need to have this conversation.” 
“I agree, but not today. Not now.” It took a lot for Leon to not call this the ambush that it was. He was still talking to your father, someone he still felt like he had to impress regardless of the current circumstances. 
“If we don’t talk about it today we aren’t bailing you out when this doesn’t work.” Leon’s hands ball into fist and you almost break but Leon beats you to the punch, “Sir, I am certain that if you utter another word like that I will see to it that she will never have to say another word to you again.”
Your parents look at you and you try to hold eye contact with them, but fail as you focus on the wood grain of the floor.  
Your father scoffs in disbelief, “That’s how it is? You’re letting someone else speak for you?” Your father asks in disbelief. He just shakes his head at your lack of a response and walks to and out the front door. 
“I hope you’re happy, you’ve broken his heart, (Y/N).” Your mother said, looking at you one last time with a familiar glare that made you feel guilty for just existing. 
You hear the door slam as you let out a heavy sigh, wiping the few tears that managed to escape away from your face. No one knew how to get to you like your parents did. Leon turns to you softening as he goes to reach for you, but you step back. 
“It’s okay. I’m fine. Let’s just get these boxes sorted.” Your voice flat as you turned back to the box your mother was once prying in. “Th-This one looks like a mix of t-shirts and coffee mugs.” You try not to stutter as you feel his hand on the small of your back. 
“Hey.” He soothes and where you find comfort in his touch you reject him as you pick up the box. You move quickly and set the box on the ground near the boxes you planned on taking to his place, soon to be your shared place, if you didn’t fuck it up. You took a deep breath as you tried to talk down that voice in your head that said your parents were right. 
“I’m- uh- going to check the bedroom for anything else. I’ll be right back.” You moved quickly, nearly sprinting down the hall. 
You felt terrible. You felt like a villain. 
Leon didn’t deserve a villian, he deserved rest. He had just gotten back from a mission to be greeted with this. A complete and utter wreck. He left one fight to come back to another and you felt absolutely responsible. 
Finally finding solace in your now empty room as you carefully shut the door behind you. You manage to walk to the center of the room on wobbly legs. Your chest aching as your fingers tangled themselves in your hair. Every single negative thought you had and every single self destructive feeling bubbles to the surface. Unable to contain it any longer. The air becomes thin as your pulse starts to race and a sharp gasp escapes through your dry lips. 
“(Y/N)?” Leon calls for you desperately, forgoing knocking on the door and just entering. Your eyes lock with his and you try to breathe; try to bring yourself to say something to keep him from overthinking the sight of you absolutely breaking in front of him. The words are lodged in your throat though as he looks at you with complete compassion. Your tears finally spill over as your knees give out and you start to fall to them. Taking in an ugly breath as your lungs tighten and Leon’s hands find your arms, guiding you carefully to the floor. 
You had failed. You had broken. You weren’t strong enough. 
You sobbed as you tried to hide behind your hands as the room felt like it was closing in. Leon was a mess as he scrambled for your attention, “Hey, (Y/N), look at me. I need you to look at me.” His hands firmly run up and down your arms as he tries to find your eyes. Trying to make you look at him, trying to tell you that you aren’t alone. 
You felt his warmth leave you and you squeezed your eyes shut as you brought your knees to your chest unable to place yourself in reality. All you knew was that his warmth was gone and you had convinced yourself he was gone. He wasn’t, he just moved his hands from your arms to your face; forcing you to look at him as you opened your eyes. “Breathe. I need you to breathe.” His words barely reach you, but they do as you nod. “With me, okay? In.” 
You take a deep breath in, following his instruction. 
“Out.” You let out and he repeats, “In.” You continue to follow as he coaches you through the process three more times. Your body is not shaking with as much intensity as your chest starts to relax. Your ribs are no longer burning as the air in the room is no longer thick, making it easy to swallow. Your chest rises and falls with your lungs as the tears slow, but continue to flow. 
“I-I’m sorry.” You get out as your hand finds his chest for support as you begin to unfold yourself. 
“Don’t. You have nothing to apologize for. Not a damn thing.” Leon says, fighting every urge in his body to pull you into his embrace. You sniff as he wipes tears from your red hot cheeks. “Where are you?” He asks, trying to distract you and get you grounded.
“My place.” You answer. 
“What do you taste?” 
“Salt.” 
“What do you see?” 
“You.” He can’t help but smile at your answer. One hand lets go of your face to tuck your hair behind your ear. “Can I hold you?” 
‘You still want to? I’m snotty.’ Was what entered your head and it was supposed to leave your lips with a smirk and you were supposed to let out a light laugh, but it’s not what came out. 
“Please.” A simple ‘please’ was all you could muster as your arms wrapped around his neck while he pulled you to his chest. Laying your head against his chest you could hear the beating of his heart. Gentle thumps that help you keep track of time as you start to register that you’re in control of your breathing. Leon takes a deep breath, his own worries settling as you relax against his chest. 
“My love.” He mutters into your hair while he rubs your back. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He’s been worried about you since he got back, the subtle things you did telling him you weren’t alright. How you distanced yourself in conversation and weren’t as quick witted as usual. He knew that this episode wasn’t all because of your parents, he knew you typically knew how to handle your own against them. 
Letting them roll off your back because it wasn’t worth fighting with them when they’d just make it all your fault anyway. 
“N-no.” Your breath hitching in your throat, unsure, “Give me a minute. Please.” Finally feeling your limbs ache from the stress as the stiffness in your form starts to ease. 
“Take your time, just stay with me. Breathe.” You closed your eyes and despite all of this, you smiled. His warmth enveloping you in comfort as you felt whole. You nodded, continuing to breathe. 
“I’m afraid I’ve lost it.” You joked and he just shook his head before placing a firm kiss on your temple. Sniffing you rubbed your nose on your sleeve as you settled into the calmness of your thoughts quieting. 
“No, you’re alright. I’ve got you.” He assures you as your heart breaks slightly. “You’ve just had a rough couple of days. You’ll be back on your feet in no time, you’re too stubborn to stay down.” You laughed slightly and his grip on you tightened. His heart burns at the sound of your laughter and his shoulders relax. He was scared there for a minute that he’d never hear your laughter again. 
“I love you.” It falls from your lips softly as you look at him. In times like these he was the light in the dark and he shined ten times brighter than you ever could. He’d argue with you a thousand times over about it though and tell you that you were crazy for even thinking he could outshine you. 
You found Leon in one of the darkest times of his life, he was an absolute wreck. He felt so much that he felt nothing at all. All his positive attributes drained from him slowly, as he started giving up on the world completely. He could’ve sworn he was a goner until one day in the darkness of a crummy bar he saw this light. He saw you mingling amongst strangers, making them laugh, making them comfortable. A lantern burning with a light that he would happily stay blinded by just as long as he could feel the warmth that radiated off of you. 
“I love you more.” His palm found the smoothness of your cheek as his thumb ghosted over your cheek bone. Examining your tired glassy eyes and the way your brows furrowed in exhaustion as he saw you try to place where he was. He sends you a warm smile before his lips find yours in a chaste safe kiss. Regretfully parting from you he speaks again, “What do you say we call it a day and head home? I’ll run you a bath and you can say as little or as much as you want. Deal?” You nod and as you go to push him away from you so you could stand he only holds you tighter. An arm resting under the bend of your knees while his other arm firmly holds you against him. You nearly squeal as he stands with no trouble as he savors the feeling of you clinging to his t-shirt. 
“I can walk, y’know.” 
“I know, but you don’t need to. I’d carry you everywhere if you let me.” You rolled your eyes while you laughed at this dork. A triumphant smile on his face, “Let’s get you home, light of mine.”
“I know, but you don’t need to. I’d carry you everywhere if you let me.” You rolled your eyes while you laughed at this dork. A triumphant smile on his face, “Let’s get you home, little light.”
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f0xgl0v3 · 11 months ago
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Octavian!
Do I know what I am going to write in this? Vaguely. More headcanons because I want to take a break from that rendering of Octavian because I want to work and make something better than putting effort into something I won’t be proud of or whatever.
Also I just want to keep talking about him but whatever,
Octavian never been outside of Camp Jupiter/New Rome is canon in my mind. There have been very few times he has been outside the little bubble, which were,
The Wolf House: where he really just stayed close to the house (obvi. Course I’d love to talk more about the exacts but since we get no information about the wolf house though it’d be a pretty good way to start SoN and then seamlessly blend us into a timeskip of the Gorgon chase but whatever- we are given no information about the wolf house either and aaaaa-) but the Wolf House Octavian mentality was survive through with his wits and try to survive enough to run out of there as soon as possible when he has the training done.
His quest: we get no information on it, but we know that he had to do a quest to become a Centurion (Can confirm this is a rule, check the Senate scene near the beginning, I believe it was Larry the legionnaire that yelled it) though we also, sadly, get no indication what this question was. But I’d like to introduce the idea that it was a duo quest with Michael and Octavian and they became Centurions together (I’ll probably re-read this and then add more on later) but I’d assume this Question also has them steeped pretty deep into the mythological side of the world and they didn’t get much down time. But what little of the mortal world Octavian saw he thought was pretty cool- though he still thinks New Rome looks better. (Because if anyone walks up to me and says the current era of architecture we’re in is better than anything that predates the freaking 1950’s is lying to me and trying to make me buy a house. We have fallen as a society when we started thinking ultra minimalist boring homes that are devoid of any depth or visual interest was the best route to go for our buildings. But that’s another rant from me for another day-)
Siege of Mt.Tam: they had to travel the smallest bit for this but again, didn’t interact with the mortal world much, they all stayed pretty self contained to the temporary camp and the mountain itself.
The cross country trip to go attack the Greeks: this is the one we’re shown in canon or whatever. But this was probably the most chaotic of the times that Octavian had been out of Camp. It was a lot to deal with, really overwhelming to be stuck with everyone with no where to move or anything. But this would be the most he would really interact with stuff like fast food chains, gas stations, all the stuff. And New York, that was a thing that happened. I believe they briefly passed through New York (we know that at some point they’re inside of New York from the Rachel scene if I remember properly) and that meant Hotels, it was similar enough to the barracks that it was fine. Though I think that the whiplash from New Rome to this made Octavian a lot more hesitant about stuff like these cities. He likes modern culture to some extent (insert another Build-a-bear joke. And if anyone asks, I believe he totally gets them delivered to calcedott tunnel instead of going out to a physical store. He has never had the experience and childlike splendor of making one that that needs to change.)
Anyway yeah. I would also like to say that Octavian is okay on a string instrument. However I would like to say that he put all his eggs into one figurative basket when he was a small child by learning one full song only. A 6 year old Octavian skipped over learning reading notes and whatever and just copying the motions until it sounded okay. He doesn’t really know how to read stuff like notes or whatever but has a pretty okay sense of Rhythm.
Don’t ask him to dance though. Octavian may look a little more elegant moving around or fighting but he is an actual newborn giraffe.
Okay that’s all I have for now. Have a rad time and I’ll get out the next couple passes of the CJ map.
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chairteeth · 8 months ago
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So I did a lil bit of intro writing
For my upcoming contribution to the @magireco-minibang, I've decided to write a couple of introductions so to speak, in each main character's pov. I've been partnered with @karinmisono for this project and I for one am excessively excited about it aaaaa-
Anyway, the girls have grown different from their canon selves to some extent, given the changes in their formative years, but don't worry, being thrown into an eldritch horror gallery will bond anyone most people.
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Eighteen. The very day Nemu Hiiragi had turned eighteen, she’d stopped going to therapy. Her parents didn’t stop her—didn’t care enough to even find out. What had therapy ever done for her, besides bring to light how miserable her home life truly was?
Her father didn’t give her a break. She was barely listening to him when she walked into the kitchen. Something about a competition. Another competition. What was it going to be this time? Kendo? Karate? Taekwondo would at least be enjoyable.
“Oh, Nemu, there are leftovers in the fridge,” her mother called.
“Thank you, Mom, but I ate lunch before I left Yukuni.”
“I see…”
Before either of her parents could continue talking to her, Nemu left her bag on the counter and headed to her room, registering one last shout from her father to get ready for training. This was why she preferred to be anywhere but the house. She caught sight of her brother glaring at her from the door to his room and politely ignored it.
Once she’d finished counting the books in her room, as she did every time she entered it in hopes that her father wouldn’t have thrown away any of them, she eyed her laptop on her desk. Weekend mornings were the only time her father had been convinced to grant her for classes, prioritizing training his begrudging champion above her studies. She’d used up that day’s morning free time on returning to Kamihama all the way from Yukuni City.
“I suppose my assignments will be feasible to do tonight after dinner… which leaves me stranded here to sleep for the night. Not the worst fate, although unpleasant.”
She left her glasses on her dresser to put in her contacts, seeing as it was preferable to do it at home rather than the dojo. After a few blinks, a glance at her buzzing phone showed her a rare text from the only person she would hesitantly call a friend: Alina Gray. That could not possibly be good news.
“Cherry blossom viewing…? Alina would never suggest this. It must have been her girlfriend who proposed this. In Sankyo Ward as well… I do recall Akira mentioning that there’s a park with beautiful cherry blossoms nearby. While the prospect holds a certain appeal, I cannot extend my acceptance until I’ve formulated a suitable strategy to circumvent Dad’s potential objections.”
Strategizing would not be difficult… so long as she didn’t delude herself with any ideas of her unflinchingly strict father allowing her to skip even a single training session. Her instructors promoted discipline, however they had been willing to cover for her in the past. Once or twice. She hated having to request anything out of anyone.
“But… I would benefit from a small break. A break that does not involve depersonalization of the highest caliber.”
If her therapist had left her with anything, it would be the curse of self-awareness. All she’d wanted to do after leaving the hospital had been to bond with her family and indulge in her passions somewhere that wasn’t a sterile white environment reeking of medication.
Over her summer shirt, Nemu felt her fingertips glide around the contour of the scar beneath her breasts, and she hated the way it made her breath hitch. Breathing, breathing, breathing. Her enemy, it felt like. Or at least, for the longest time, it had been. She had not yet been able to go more than a few days without thinking back to the hospital. To the days of choking on her own mucus, when her limbs felt like lead and her useless, weak, defective lungs were filled with sandpaper, each cough rasping and tearing at her throat. The days of gasping for oxygen in a lonely room as if trying to suck air through a straw, tears streaming down her cheeks and her vision swimming. Those days when she’d both plead for and curse her parents, unable to hear herself above the high-pitched whistle that filled her ears, the constant reminder of the narrowed airways that choked her every breath. The red of her blood had looked beautiful when it stained her sheets—unproductive, the nurses had called it.
A bang on her door snapped her out of her thoughts.
“You’re gonna be late, grab your uniform and get your ass out the door!” her father yelled.
With a sigh, Nemu retrieved her folded up uniform and took her immunosuppressant pills dry. She’d heed her father’s command this once.
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Touka never thought she could hate the stars. It wasn’t that she hated them, exactly. Recent events had simply granted her a new perspective.
“Fire requires oxygen and fuel. Fire produces heat and light through a chemical reaction called combustion. Fire releases ash and other byproducts. Stars don’t need oxygen or fuel in the traditional sense. Stars generate light and heat through nuclear fusion, where atoms combine to release enormous amounts of energy. Stars don’t produce ash, but heavier elements.”
She’d been repeating that to herself for months. The incident had left parts of her home in shambles, charred beyond recognition. Other parts had only seen minor damage. Including the particular canvas she’d been staring at. A perfect replica of herself, wearing a different dress and yet the same cursed bright smile she’d been made to sport since her inception. It made her frown to see the scorch marks—they left her figure untouched, consuming everything around her instead.
Touka took a deep breath. She couldn’t spend her day idling and moping. Her siblings were counting on her. They may have been older, but they’d been far more terrified than her when their guests had turned on them and set their home ablaze. It was her job to lead.
She stopped at the top of the stairs. The likelihood of falling was rather high, if her terrible balance since the incident was anything to go by. As if to taunt her, the sensation of burning embers radiated into her back and shoulders, numb yet tingling, icy cold yet searing hot. An ache, a throb she couldn’t escape. The smell of smoke and ash lingered in her nose.
“Like a ship missing its sails…”
With a scowl, she tried to take it one step at a time. And every step felt like descending into Hell itself. The ache radiated from her shoulder blades, down her spine, and into her fingers. Touka kept her eyes glued to the stairs below. Thankfully, there was a railing to hold onto. Unfortunately for her, as soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she felt an itch urging her to scratch at it. She would not be scratching at empty air. For her dignity. She’d grit her teeth, squeeze her eyes shut, and hope it would pass soon. Her hand went to the black rose she wore in her hair.
“I need… to make better defenses. Every visitor that has come to our home has hurt us, only to flee before we can retaliate. I don’t know why I thought it would be different this time. Well, I was right, it was different, just… not in a good way. Of course not.”
Her older sisters had told her once, over tea, that she had no thorns. No matter how hard she tried to keep people away, she’d always end up trusting at the first sign of kindness. They’d tried not to blame her, but she could tell what they were thinking. Why would she want to be close to others when she already had such a large family that adored her?
“They don’t feel trapped here like I do… It hasn’t been the same since Father left. I wish I knew why he abandoned us. It was… little after I was born… Was it something to do with me? Did he not want to look at me?” She lifted up her forearm and stared at the burn scar forever etched into her skin. “Was I… defective?”
Touka slammed her fist into the concrete wall, sending cracks out from the point of impact. She could not afford distractions. She could not afford mourning. She could not afford-
But it ached. It ached and she fell to her knees beside the wall.
No sound. No sun. No wind.
She’d waited so long. First, in silence. Then, making the most noise she could. Trying everything, anything to make him proud. Why had he been so cruel as to abandon all of his children without a word? Her siblings had raised her with stories of their father’s loving soul and his kind hand. She’d never known them herself. What had she done to deserve his scorn? Why was she not worthy of his love as her siblings had been? Why did everyone who met her hate her? Why could she not let go of her sorrows and live happily like the rest of her siblings?
“They call me a genius… Is that why? It hurts… It hurts so much…”
The first sob came without tears.
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ask-thebrothers-kaiba · 22 days ago
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"My name's Jobua." The Matoran answered as he followed the CEO into the elevator.
It was obvious that Kaiba wanted something from the mechanoid if he was making him go through some hoops, but what was it that he really wanted? Seeing no other option, the Matoran began to relate his tale. "I come from a planet called Spherus Magna..." Jobua explained how he was dragged along to explore some ancient ruins before accidently triggering a device that transported him to Middle Age Earth where he was taken in by a kindly human and his tribe for some time before setting off to explore the world. "So up until now, I've spent centuries searching for a way back home."
((Aaaaa!!! It's always good to know that there's someone who appreciates Bionicle because I was kinda worried that I'd confuse you or something since it's a very niche franchise. Though I gotta be honest, I don't interact with the wider fandom as they can be pretty overwhelming at times.)
Evidently it was story time in the elevator. Seto stood up straight as the doors closed behind them, staring down at the Matoran with no discernible expression; although in reality, his mind was alight with this new information. Extraterrestrial life did exist? Now that was something. He had an inkling this was true, and now the proof was standing right there before him. Seto wondered briefly how no one thought to stop this Jobua in the building, but if he were honest, the quality of his build most likely exuded "Kaiba Corporation Property, Do Not Touch" energy. The doors had opened to them, after a brief few minutes, and the two continued on down a corridor leading just outside the main building. As he listened, Seto found himself far more engaged with the tale than he let on. The details of the mech's story were not lost on him in the slightest, even during his own train of thought. Yes, Jobua would make a fitting test subject indeed.
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"I'll be," he began, somewhat incredulously. "You've been on this planet for quite some time, then. I'll admit, you have me intrigued." Cool as a cucumber in spite of this exciting revelation. Though, if he were truly being honest with himself, the engineer in him felt drawn to poke, prod, experiment, break him down - but this creature was proving himself intelligent enough to delay Seto's idea of scientific exploration, for now. That could come later, most assuredly, if Jobua failed to prove himself.
"But make no mistake: You're not getting anything out of me with that sob story. I've heard worse. If you want to get back home so badly, you're going to have to try much harder than that to convince me. Or you could try NASA, but I doubt you'd get anything out of them but missing parts." Seto chuckled.
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"I'll give you a shot, Jobua, if you think you're up to the task. You and I are going to duel. If you don't know how, don't fret. You'll get a crash course before we begin."
[ Nah I remember Bionicle! I never got into the lore or fandom but I remember finding the entire concept really cool. That's valid. Also this is kind of the only way I see Seto continuing to give Jobua the respect he deserves but we're obviously not writing out a whole duel. 'Twould be too much. ]
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do-i-love-jaal-today · 6 years ago
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Bc I am a sucker for the trope: Jaal finding his S/O sitting in the cryo bay, talking to a pod, bc theyve been thawed but the rest of their family have not yet.
Me: I’ll save this for later.Also Me, a sucker for gentle angst: No I won’t.    I also wasn’t thinking and instinctively used Pathfinder!Reader, so if you want me to adjust this later with a civilian Reader, just lemme know~
   Fifteen minutes have trekked on by and this “short stop” to the Nexus still wasn’t over. Usually, Jaal wouldn’t have minded that. Being on the Nexus meant studying the odd little life forms that now shared their galaxy. While Jaal only got better acquainted on humans through Liam and the Pathfinder, he was still a bit lacking on the other races. What of the krogan and asari? The turians, salarians...and even the left behind drell, quarians, and hanar? What were they like? What had been left behind in that Milky Way?
   Still. Even with all this research he could do, questions he could ask... There was a lot to be done with the kett. His people still needed help and it made him a bit antsy to know that Ryder hadn’t gotten back yet. Where had they gone? Where was there to go...? So Jaal set out to find out.
   He started with the main area, wandering into the bar as he looked for the familiar glimpse of the Pathfinder...with no luck. No sight of the Pathfinder in their typical casual wear anywhere.
   When sight can’t help, turn to the people. And Vetra, stationed not too far from the Tempest in her favorite hangout spot, seemed like a good start.
   “Vetra!” His voice is louder than he means it to be, but few look over at him anymore. Angara aren’t a new idea to the Nexus and neither is Jaal, having worked alongside Ryder for as long as he has. If anything, those that do start are watching the interesting trot of his legs as he hurries over to Vetra, rofjinn swaying as he stops before her. “I wanted to know if you’ve seen the Pathfinder.”
   “Ryder?” She echoes, looking around a moment...then shrugging. “Well, if not around here, maybe deeper in the Nexus. I hear they’ve still got family in cryo.” Cryo...? It hits Jaal that- for all the thoughts of his own family- he really hasn’t paid enough attention to Ryder’s own. It’s a rather embarrassing thought, really, and there’s a slight, vibrant hue to his face that rises over the purple.
   “Hey, don’t be too embarrassed,” Vetra chirps up, a kind twinkle in her eye as she pauses her work to reach up and pat his shoulder. “We’re all a bit focused on our own thing right now. The fact that you’re worried for them at all means more than you’ll know... Anyways. You’ll have to take the tram back that way,” and here, she points back farther, to a dark little hallway, “and onto the Hyperion. They’ve got their cryo bay there.”
   “Ah, thank you, Vetra. Isharay.”
   “Uh, later.” She watches him go for a moment before turning back to her work for the Tempest, while Jaal is already halfway up the ramp and moving something like an alien cheetah to the tram, stepping inside with a bit more hesitance as he looks at the screen.
   ...Does he just...click where he needs to go? Should’ve asked Vetra, but then again, he’s never used this part of the Nexus before. At least finding the Hyperion is easy enough. From there it’s... Ah! There’s the Cryo Bay! A gentle press of a button has the doors firmly shut and the car lurch into action, sending Jaal off to the Hyperion.
   Plenty of humans give Jaal weird, dirty looks for being on the Hyperion, but he doesn’t pay them much mind. The path from here on is a simple one and he doesn’t need to mind any of the weird looks people are trying to shoot his way. Give him a moment to get the Pathfinder back, and then they’ll be on their way....
   Though even before he can step into the cryo bay, he spots them. They’re nervously hovering beside a pod that hasn’t been opened yet, and seems a little damaged. However, with the people fussing around it- going to and fro like insects- he supposes they’ll be getting the person out sooner rather than later.
   ...Is that one of their family...?
   Now finding himself hesitant, he steps forward some more, until his hand can gently press against their back and draw their eyes up to his in surprise.
   They’ve been crying.
   “J-Jaal... What are you doing here?”
   “It’s been quite some time... I wondered where you’d gone.” The Pathfinder looks around a moment, freezes, then blinks into reality, sighing. Jaal isn’t quite used to this all yet, but it wouldn’t take a genius to assume SAM had cued in to tell the current time.
   “Gosh, I-I’m sorry... I wanted to run an errand, but then I wanted to check up on my sib, see how they were doing...” A pause, the soft sound of them swallowing hard. “...They’re gonna get them out of there today, you know. But they still can’t wake up yet... The pod malfunctioned. They’ll have to put ‘em through a medically induced coma before....” Ryder sniffed, raising a hand to wipe at their eyes as they sighed...and Jaal could only stare.
   How could he only think of himself? His own people’s problems? The scourge posed more problems to all of them... What could the kett do to the humans? To Ryder’s own sibling? It...worried him. So much more than he could ever find to put into words.
   Slowly, gently, he pulled Ryder into a hug, the tears moving a little faster...and Jaal, too, even cried. What must it be like, to see family that you’re so close to...be so close? Yet not there with you? They didn’t have their sibling on their first trip in Andromeda (as dangerous as it had ended up being), they wouldn’t have them for some time yet...and Ryder had already willingly told Jaal their parents were both gone.
   The humans lost plenty coming here, too. One shouldn’t shoulder all burdens...but to ignore others own hurt was terrible in its own way, too, wasn’t it?
   “Things will be alright,” he assured gently, one hand moving up to cup the back of their head. “Stay strong and clear. Remember that... I will say it, until you can say it with me.” They nodded, clinging to him a little more as the doctors set up a bed and way to get the other Ryder out of the cryo pod and into the next step...
   ...Despite everything about present circumstances, Jaal could barely wait for the day in which they could properly meet....and all the stories that would likely come from their lips. The embarrassment, the joy...and the peace that family would live on and stay together, forevermore.
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khuzena · 2 years ago
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How about some Kay/o x gn reader fluff? It can be anything, really.
Also hope you're doing well, I enjoy your writing a lot! <3
Coded to be human
Kay/o x g/n reader
Tw: fluff
AAAAA thank you for your kind words, and I hope you enjoy this!
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In his original alternate timeline and now, he's only a machine of war built for a single purpose: neutralizing radiants. A cybernetic like him won't feel feelings, not even a pint of humanity in him. Before, he thought his only purpose was to kill and be of purpose in war but overtime life proved him wrong. He's met the other agents and believe it or not, it feels like there's a bond with each and every one of them, like found family. Especially you.
It feels so wrong, he was coded to be just a war machine but why does he feel somewhat happy when he's with you? Is it a malfunction or an error? He was a cybernetic, a robot and you were just human. How could he possibly love you?
Some day a while back he went to killjoy to tell her about it, if there was a mistake inside of him. He opened the door to her workshop and asked him if to check his code and hardware, killjoy was confused from his sudden request; he normally doesn't do this.
Yet she complied and checked everything, it was going well until some code titled humanity was in it. She had no idea to it and paid no mind and continued searching for any errors but there were none. After she finished fixing him all up again, she demanded an answer at least as to why he suddenly came to her and asked to search for any errors. He finally opened up and said, "I'm only a robot... So why am I feeling such things when I'm with them?", He meekly said and shifted his gaze onto the floor with embarrassment and confusion. It was like then a light bulb flickered in kill joy's mind but she hesitated to say it though she felt like she needed to.
"Do you feel comfortable or happy with them?"
Kay/o thought for a while then answered, "I don't understand happiness but I can feel it's something close to that, but something more.."
"Then, you're inlove," she went on and continued to tinker with her robots. Kay/o looked at her again as he saw her pitiful but lit up eyes, what was this feeling? He wants to find out what it is.
In the present time, training was over and the other agents took a break or hung out with the others but then he saw you. Your hair flowing with the wind as you open up a box of cookies and start munching on them, watching you closely, he takes in your features; your lips, your eyes and your personality that could make an empty room turn lively and bright.
He hesitates for a while but he walks over to you and asks you how was your day. "So... How are you?" It was awkward but you didn't care and answered, "I'm doing great,- you munched on your treat and continued, -how about you?"
"Oh uh, I'm doing great too," he sat right next to you and you both watched the other agents go about their day.
He wants to confront you about what he's feeling but he doesn't know how to. You're just a friend, a human infact and he's a robot so how would he say to you about it without making it awkward?
"So.. uh.. there's something I want to get off my chest for some time now.." he muttered out, he feels like he's short circuiting but he can manage.
You perked your eyebrow up in confusion and asked him to continue, "Why does it feel different when im with you?"
That question caught you off guard, you weren't too sure what kind of 'different' he's talking about, "Can you uhm... Elaborate?"
"It feels like im malfunctioning but when I'm with you...,- he looked away from you for a moment but continued,- I feel happier and I don't understand why.."
He looked lost and he wanted to know what he was feeling and you pitied him and yourself; you fell inlove with him even if he was a robot and you, just a human. But you want to be honest with him too and replied, "Are you perhaps inlove?" That phrase made him puzzled but a soft glow to what might seem like a blush was shown on his face. Neither of you say anything for a while then he apologize to you, "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable I didn't mean to-" you cut him off and placed your hand on his, "I understand and I feel the same way, but the problem is we're both different races and... How are we going to work this out?"
Kay/o may be one of the most intelligent robots, if not, the most intelligent one but it's the first time he doesn't have a proper answer to that or to what he feels right now. Yet, he knows this is something he cannot ignore any longer and he'll try to atleast understand his feelings for you and maybe even love you.
He confessed every feeling inside him and you happily reciprocated. You both know you can't kiss or do things normal human couples do but you both try in the end. Every morning he'll pass by your room and help you with your work as he leaves a cup of coffee on your desk, meanwhile, you'd help him reboot and recharge when he needs it.
It had been a long time since you both confessed your love for each other; you, listening to music with your headphones on and him watching your every move in the corner of your room. He looks at you for a while and thinks about everything that's happened between you, every mission, every fight and every love you give each other. When he looks at you, he doesn't feel like just a war machine who's purpose is to aimlessly kill and neutralize enemies.
When he looks at you, he feels thankful for your love and affection even if you guys have many differences, for the first and will not be the last time in his life, he thinks to himself that, "When I'm with you, I feel like I was coded to be human for you."
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Shit shit shit im sorry this took so long bro there's no fucking internet rn im literally hollering and i still have 3 requests rn but thank you for reading and requesting! (◍•ᴗ•◍)
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tetsvhoe · 3 years ago
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OH NO, THERE’S ONLY ONE COURT TROPE
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character/s: oikawa tooru x f!reader, kuroo tetsuro x f!reader
genre/s: fluff
warning/s: none
jot’s notes 🤍: MY GOD THE WAY I ENJOYED WRITING THIS UHGJHHGSHJSDJ why am i blushing aAAaA anw here's a lil break from all the angst i've been posting
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oikawa tooru denies being fashionably late to their weekend practice and claims that everyone else is just early. so when he hold the entire team up waiting for him, and they finally arrive at the gym with the girls’ vbc already setting up equipment, he is forced to sort the mess he created. you and the team inevitably notice their presence, your teammates shooting you a questioning look. “just continue setting things up, we booked the gym today,” you assure them and they nod understandingly. oikawa snickers at how you brush them off despite seeing them arrive in all their glory but approaches you haughtily nonetheless, lips curved to a lopsided smirk. “since when did the girls’ volleyball club use this gym for practice?” you stop untangling the net to turn to face him, crossing your arms over your chest. “since i became captain, oikawa. we use this every weekend.” he’s amused at how you address him, a brief chuckle resounds from his chest. “what’s wrong with that old run-down gym you usually use?” he teases just to rile you up. “exactly, go use that for today instead,” you bite back at him, not missing a beat. he sucks in a breath, looking around at the girls who are just about to finish setting up, then back at his team watching him expectantly. “see the thing is, we always use this gym for practice.” he tilts his head to the side and offers you a charming smile, you return him a sarcastic one in the same. “not during weekends you don’t.” as you turn on your heel to start warming up, he catches your wrist. “wait, how ‘bout we play a match. winner gets to use the gym from 9am to 1pm, loser has to wait until afternoon to train,” he proposes confidently. you can’t help but roll your eyes and scoff. you had no reason to indulge him since you booked the gym first since friday, but you couldn’t help but want to put him in his place for sounding so arrogant and certain that he would get the gym to themselves, and have you and your team watch as they train. “you’re on.” his smirk grows wider and eyes glint mischievously. “i’ll go easy on you.” you bite your lip in annoyance and a smile forms out of spite. you take a step forward to close the distance between the two of you. “oh please do, we could never handle that infamous service of yours now, could we?” you coo at him, jutting your lip out mockingly. something tells oikawa he need not hold back with you, and when you cut his service ace off on the third try, he doesn’t know if his pride is wounded or his interest is piqued, or both. he sweats profusely when iwaizumi gives him a look of warning and only then does he start thinking of a back up plan before his team incinerates him.
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kuroo tetsuro feels bad that your team arrived mere minutes after they did. you could have sworn you scheduled in a practice today at the gym, so why are the boys’ vbc in here? kuroo watches intently as you assure your girls you’ll figure something out and you usher them to start warming up on their own and start braiding each other’s hair. he eyes you shamelessly as you approach him, you and your team looks adorable to him and he thinks he wouldn’t mind having to sit at the bleachers and see what you’ve got. “hi! sorry i think there might have been a misunderstanding. we booked the gym today from 8am until 12,” you chirp, gripping the strap of your duffel bag and adjusting it slightly. he cocks an eyebrow, a smirk sits on his lips effortlessly. “is that so? we didn’t really schedule anything anywhere, we thought we could just come in here and practice.” you bit your lip, racking your brain for a possible solution. you’re about to suggest that your respective teams should play a few matches together. the new environment and unfamiliar opponents would be beneficial for both of you. you open your mouth to voice out your idea but he cuts you off. “i’ll just ask my team to fall back for now, we don’t really need to train that much today anyway,” he says nonchalantly, but his idea does not sit right with you. you drop your friendly smile, a sinister smirk replaces it as you narrow your eyes at him. “what’s that supposed to mean?” kuroo stutters a reply, a faint blush appearing on his cheek. “i uhh… it’s just that you scheduled to use it today and we didn’t-” “and my team could use a bit more training today, is that it?” you pressed, grinning widely when you see him panicked and flustered even more. you reel back from him and cross your arms. “that’s not what i meant-” “good let’s play a match then. it’d be a worthwhile exercise.” you boldly wink at him, adrenaline rushes through you and you’re soaring in your newfound pride. you quickly inform the girls, and they seem just as excited as you. “i’ll never get through that giant beefy man’s blocks so let’s set the ball a little farther from the net and if you could, please set with a bit of spin,” you note to your setter, and she grins at you wickedly. kuroo, much like the rest of the boys, are completely lost with your technique since they never had the chance to play against a girls’ team until now. he’s equally stunned and amazed at how you outwit them despite being considerably smaller and having less muscle mass and power. kenma frowns as his best friend marvels at you from the other side of the net when you celebrate a point. “must you be a misogynistic asshole and get us into this mess.”
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@mirakeul @realityisabitch-blr @erinoikawa @haji-bby @seijohoe @szeonn @banananaa4 @qualitygiantshoepsychic @thezebra12 @iwaizumisunshine @stffychn @vvvselfindulgence @devilgirlcrybabiey @ebiharachan @coco96 @knmsapplepi @singularly-gifted-witch
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queasyghosts · 2 years ago
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shaman king ch 12
i missed out on so much shaman king, decided that why not and read one more?
Love jun and Lee ;o;)/  its so hard to think of a favorite character or a set of characters because their stories and personalities are so unique and interesting in itself. like i can’t just favorite 1 or 2 characters only! i do have my fave fave fave characters, but ultimately im a huge fan of the whole set :,) theyre all so complex and different. its so fun and interesting to read
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i just liked this scene of the cat and whole view.
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SOO CUTE everyone else things that manta is just sitting by himself but like theyre all so cute here ;o;)/
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Yoh’s reactions!! ;o;)/ he’s like this dude is a man of men. who he wants to be. cool strong and badass. what an inspiration
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hehehehe thats something i like about this series. i feel like while it does follow like early high schoolers..late middle schoolers? and everything is so intense and over the top, that the kids still can and do act like kids despite everything. i love it.
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look at ami ;o;)/ hes so cute here while the kids are all talking about the cool ass movie they just saw and ami is like: wow that was so cool and amazing! i can sneak into movie houses and watch them whenever >:3c 
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manta doing his little kicks and aaa he looks adorable in these panels
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manta is so satisfied with himself and yoh is just like ? uh how um how do you know so much??? :,0
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anna always ready to fight lol love that for her
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HER!!! AAAAA
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i wonder if anna learned about jun’s type of practice through in real life experiences or through readings and studies? ?
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yoh is star struck but also horrified :,0c happy halloween 
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if i was yoh i’d be like bro seriously? your brother already beat me up and now this? i barely recovered a few months ago and my fiance comes and runs me up and down the river and now this ?? for a nice evening with my friends and this >:0  i also love that yoh is like holding back ami like ami is NOT having it. He is fed up with these tao kids trying to seperate them.
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cool scene cool scene
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2 out of 2 tao siblings have beaten up yoh : ( its kinda sad because anna at first was like wow my training with yoh is really helping him >: ) and then bam smack! it was just for a second :( and like this is ANOTHER great motivator for yoh but like still :( he worked so hard all summer, finally getting a small break and outing with his friends and then getting literally smacked down again ? like man :( i’d be super frustrated if i was in his situation :(
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MAN i can’t believe i havent read so much of shaman king yet because every time i read a new chapter i have to literally stop myself from reading more and more. the point of making these posts and stuff is to help me slow down and really really appreciate the art and the story. To digest the concepts and ideas at my own pace unlike the anime. but man!! the writing, the characters, the pacing?? is so well done and so heartfelt and fun and just wow i want to read more and more every time :,0
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organchordsandlightning · 2 years ago
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7, 12, 17 (with lighthouse!), and 27 for the weird writer asks?
from the Weird Questions for Writers (aaaaa thank you for asking Jay and hope you're feeling better!)
7. What is your deepest joy about writing?
There's always this point, especially during the climax of a longfic, where everything feels like it's reaching a breaking point? Like where all the little threads are coming together and a character realizes what the narrative has been pushing them towards this whole time (see also: the villain revealing their big evil plan , a tragic protagonist realizing there's no other way this can go, etc etc). I always love writing that scene the most because it's just me hopping up and down and shouting THIS IS IT THIS IS WHAT IT'S ALL BEEN ABOUT THIS IS WHY I'VE CALLED YOU ALL HERE TODAY (with 'You' also including myself'.
12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules
(1.) time oh god more time to write please just let me write i could do so much with more time
(2) would love, like, a Google catered specifically to fic writers. Like, it does me very little to know when the telephone was invented, I need to know when the majority of people had telephones in their homes/how having a telephone was considered socially/what the cultural zeitgeist around telephones were. preferably in pdf form
(3) I'd love, like, a 'finish chapter now' button. i wouldn't abuse it. i'd use it once per fic, max. but sometimes i've been through things SO MUCH in my own head that getting them on paper is THE WORST
27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?
(Discounting every OC, who is stressful in the sense that I am looking them in their eyeballs and asking WHO ARE YOU --) I'd probably have to say Harrier Du Bois, from the Disco Elysium series.
In short, he's an amnesiac alcoholic (recovering?) drug addict (recovering?) cop (alas not recovering) whose train of thought has 24 distinct voices. His sense of humor is spontaneous and it's so easy to lurch forward into the pit of 'random' humor (and so easy to make him less than a garbage fire than he really is). That he's also part of a game that lets you take a lot of distinct personality pathways also makes it tricky.
(Second place goes to Data from Star Trek, who canonically cannot use contractions and had me magnifying-glass my WIP trying to look for lost 'can'ts' and 'won'ts'.)
17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.
JAY I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED I RAMBLED FAR TOO LONG AS PER USUAL AND PUT ALL OF MY LIGHTHOUSE SERIES TRIVIA UNDER A CUT
hello everyone welcome to my playground. most of the trivia is character specific, so I've divided it by character and limited myself to MAX five bullet points Parker - I don't really have a specific sexuality in mind for most of the characters (Arthur + John are *handwaves* vaguely aspec but they're mostly just trying to get by, y'know) except for Parker being a gay man.
That does come up later, but there's some backstory stuff that I never found a good place to put in:
Parker never really had romantic feelings towards Arthur (though he does admit Arthur cleans up nice). Him becoming Arthur's BFF was as much a surprise to him as it was to Arthur. (I have a lot of feelings about gay men having very close platonic male friends)
Parker has had a few casual encounters up in Boston when casework takes him there. Occasionally he's tried for a more serious relationship, but (a) Boston's a little far, (b) the same casework woes that affect heterosexual detectives also affect homosexual ones, and (c) there's at least one very angry man in Boston who ardently believes Parker is an adulterer.
Arthur doesn't know and never knew. Parker's pretty sure he would be fine with it (though he wouldn't lie and say that bringing Arthur along to a gay club in Boston for case-stuff wasn't a litmus test), but anytime the conversation turned interpersonal and/or heavy, Arthur shut off like an unpaid electric bill.
Parker's family does know that he's gay (though they don't know he's alive, because he hasn't actually told them).
Parker never would have agreed to go up to Boston with Arthur and John during Lighthouse. He wasn't totally convinced that John wasn't some leech/vampire/demon until he saw John clutching Arthur's body in the 2nd fic, upon which he thought, oh shit, that's a whole-ass guy.
The most scared Parker has ever been was when he was on the boat after John jumped ship with Faroe. Parker can take danger and life/death situations; in a pinch, he can even take spooky occult shit, just don't make him take spooky occult shit alone.
John -
John uses a cane: partially for pain issues with his knees, mostly for balance. Trying to balance on his own causes more pain. John ignores this fact frequently.
The reason why John first felt terror when he looked at Faroe was because that was also Arthur's first feeling when he looked at Faroe, and John absorbed it during his time in Arthur's head.
John didn't totally believe that Parker was Parker when they first met until he came face-to-face with Kayne. He trusted Arthur was making the right decision.
Kayne -
Just. So much that I ended up cutting about the mechanics of the Dark World that will undoubtedly be rendered un-canon in a few months. In short - Kayne is the quote unquote "leader" of the Dark World, but it's not really fulfilling its intended purpose. He mostly uses it as a sandbox and lets the rest get overgrown. Everything he's built for the Scooby Gang is intentional.
Kayne can read everyone's thoughts while they're in the Dark World.
The only thing Kayne can't control are the black stars.
Kayne did control Arthur's body for a hot two weeks and went to Boston (he's always wanted to see!). Arthur is saved from police suspicion because Kayne took one look at Arthur's decimated body and went 'yuck' and fixed it up (only to be undone when he returned to the Dark World, for the same reason that Parker woke up in the office where he died and not Innsmouth).
I have a few askance thoughts for what Kayne did during those two weeks: Kayne had a nice steak dinner, Kayne stabbed someone to death in an alley, Kayne met a nice lady at a bar and had sex with her in the bathroom, Kayne got a suit fitted. There were other acts of incredible violence in Boston that week; however, due to how different they were, the police never put it together that it was One Guy.
Arthur -
Arthur will likely never know the two things that, if he discovered, would absolutely wreck him: that he unintentionally transformed a ship full of WWI sailors into cultists and led them to their deaths [after the events of the second fic, they'll crash their ship along a shallow reef] and Kayne's Sex/Violence Party While Wearing his Face.
Arthur's last conversation before he entered the Dark World was with the taxi driver he paid a fiver to guide him to his overgrown parents' house.
General/Themes -
Suffocation is a really strong through-line in the fic: by drowning [on blood or water], by strangling, by hanging. How much is too much is basically the subtitle of the series.
Artistry is also in question - people are constantly mistaking John for an artist, Kayne knows how to make clever chords but mocks the meaning of art, [REDACTED] is introduced through discordant flutes and drums, Parker can't technically play piano but jumps at the chance to murder the ivories with Arthur, Bella wanted to be a garment maker more than she wanted to be a mother, Faroe is first shown drawing shapes in flour on the boat.
Mayhaps the church with the glowing yellow stained glass window in the Dark World can be our lighthouse
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kuroos-babie · 4 years ago
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Spending the Night Together for the First Time HCs
Asahi x gn!Reader | Aone x gn!Reader | Ushijima x gn!Reader
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Request: Can I pls req some headcanons for our sweet giants Asahi, Aone, and Ushijima for the first time their s/o comes over to spend the night at their place? Ty!! —anonymous
a/n: aaaaa i hope this is what you're looking for ;~; i really loved writing this i hope y'all enjoy it as much as i did!!
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❀ nervy baby pls i love him so much
❀ the first time you asked if you could spend the night alone with him he just (;ŏ﹏ŏ)
❀ probably almost rejected the idea but when he saw your disappointed face he just had to give in
❀ you brought self-care essentials to help ease his nerves
❀ im talking about hair masks, sheet masks, nail polish, all that jazz
❀ you would wash his hair and condition it to absolute perfection
❀ lots of pics with the two of you in funny sheet masks
❀ mani-pedi sessions too
❀ lets you paint his nails all the pretty colors bec he loves seeing you get excited about it
❀ also u call him pretty a lot and he loves hearing that from you ~3~
❀ by the end of it he's forgotten what he was so nervous about
❀ loves self-care sleepovers with you so it'll be like a regular weekend thing :']
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❀ i said it once and i'll say it again BIG BOI BIG HANDS WOULD LOVE THOSE ON MY CHEEKS
❀ he is one cuddly boy im telling you
❀ you two would spend the evening in matching onesies, just walking around the house in your Matching Onesies
❀ he's a clingy cuddlebug and he would NOT leave you alone
❀ you would be in the kitchen making pancakes and eggs and bacon bec breakfast for dinner is the bomb
❀ and he would just be looming silently behind you, his chin on top of your head and hands around your waist
❀ you'd reach up to him with a piece of bacon and he would just Chomp and give you the Aone Grunt of Approval
❀ the rest of the evening is spent with you sat between his legs, eating dinner and watching disney movies
❀ he'd nuzzle his face on your neck without a word and just place kisses on your hair bec he adores you so much
❀ you'll most probably fall asleep in his arms bec boi is warm
❀ he'll be adjusting your position so you could sleep comfortably
❀ ends up sleeping on the couch with you ontop of him bec he didn't want to move you and wake you up :']
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❀ HE invited YOU to spend the summer break with him back at his house
❀ said it was bec he missed you in between all the games and training and wanted to spend as much free time as he can with you
❀ wbk that ushi is straightforward as heck but THIS 😳
❀ i feel like ushi is a very intimate guy, esp behind closed doors
❀ loves to be in such close proximity to you so would 100% ask you to soak in the tub with him
❀ would just sit there with you between his legs, chatting the night away as the two of you soaked in bubbles
❀ if you looked at him you'd find his eyes are closed as his head rested on the edge of the tub
❀ you'd trace your fingers over his eyebrows, down to his nose, then his cheeks and finally he'd give you a small smile as you peck at his lips
❀ after your bath, you two would lay on the bed and just talk
❀ he revels in the way your voice filled the room and just soothes the tiredness away from his body
❀ now it's his turn to trace over your face with a finger and just kiss at your eyelids as he pulls you close to his chest
❀ you'd both fall asleep like that, just wallowing in each others presence and showing how much you two adore and appreciate the other :']
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asukaskerian · 3 years ago
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I have once again re-read "Mercy lives not in the holly" and am too embarassed to leave extra comments, so I came over here to thank you again for writing it. It's got such an emotional punch. It breaks Agatha down through pain and trauma and re-builds her through her own resilience and bonding with the people around her, and I feel like your writing pulls me right along into that re-birth cycle. Very cathartic, thank you for posting it!
awhhhhh thank you. i'm still so amazed at that one tbh, it basically punched me in the face one day all like "hey wanna speed run agatha's emotional arc from chapter 1 to castle arc in under 7k words? let's go." and i was like "yeah ok but slow down i can't write fast enough aaaaa" which probably contributed rather a lot to the train of thought telepathic discussions and also quite like "oh no i can't type if i can't see the keyboard through my TEARS". XD i'm super glad it still works for you even after several reads. it's probably one of the best emotional writing i've done so far.
anyway <333
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aizawaslovebot · 4 years ago
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class 1-A x platonic/classmate! reader that i couldn't resist writing because why not.
genre: crack, fluff
warnings: only cursing
a/n: couldn't resist posting a 1-A drabble aaaaa idk if i should make more of these >< should i? 👀
<- go back to bnha masterlist
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Oh fuck.
You can feel it coming out. The one thing you wanted to keep secret from 1-A was coming out, just before lunch no less!
You're d e f i n i t e l y fucked.
You had called in sick a day ago because of a fever from carelessness. While it was fun to have a break from the ever-busy school's classes, it would be hard for you to catch up on lessons if you were not to attend again. You had a reputation to uphold as not only one of the strongest but also smartest of the class and only God knows how terrible it would be if Bakugou overcame your record because a silly sickness held you back.
Recalling the last time you surpassed him in academics and the way sparky boom boom man almost murdered you from his looks alone, you shivered. You definitely didn't want that.
So, on the second day of your cold, you decided to go to class with only a mask to cover half of your pitiful face.
"Woah! Why is 1-A's resident fox dressed like an idol?" Ashido pointed out as soon as you entered earlier this morning. She only got a grunt in return.
Whatever conversation Iida, Uraraka, and Midoriya had has come to a stop. They all stared you down.
"You look like shit," Bakugou quipped, vocalizing what the Dekusquad wanted to tell you. too blunt for their liking, but same sentiments nontheless
"Thanks," was your only reply.
No comeback, no angry retort, not even a roll of an eye. Everyone was taken aback by the scene that had unfold. You never backed down from any comment Bakugou threw your way. Never was there a quiet moment when the two of you were in the same room. To see this, the class' dear kitsune not even attempting at sending a piercing jab, certainly shook them to the core.
That brings us to now, you were having mental breakdown because it was hard to keep it in. You never wanted anyone to find out this side of yours. But holy shit, life's a bitch. If anyone were to find out, you'd be done for.
No more intimidating kitsune. No more tough guy act.
Ah shit.
Here it comes.
You wanted to die.
Nobody seemed to notice your turmoil, honestly. Everyone was just waiting for lunch to come because class ended a tad bit earlier and everyone was talking without a care.
Oh fuck.
You're done for.
"achoo!!"
shiiiiiiit.
Everybody stopped in their tracks and turned to you. Even Bakugou and Todoroki were too shocked at what had just happened.
Hagakure was the first to break the silence with her squeal, "Oh my goD!! you sneeze like a kitten!!"
If your face wasn’t red before, it certainly is now. Everyone was in awe of this newfound cuteness from 1-A’s scary guy. (small guy but still a scary guy)
You are not cute. You are a force to be reckoned with. You are a terrifying being capable of—
“achoo!”
fUCKING SHIT was one of the many curses that flowed from your mind at your demise. It was one thing for them to hear your kitten sneeze, but for them to see this... this fucking form of yours.
Your fox ears and tail decided to pop out and worsen your situation.
Cooes and “aw Y/N”s were heard from the entire room. Heck, even Shoji’s eyes were sparkling because who knew that their scary guy can be this cute. Their weird noises grew tenfold this time around because of your new form.
“Shut the fuck up,” You grumbled, though no one found it intimidating because you looked so cuddly right now.
“You look as scary as a marshmallow,” Bakugou snorted (but like,,, is that a small blush on his face or—)
Aizawa-sensei, who had long since retreated to his caterpillar phase, was also taking interest in your embarrassment. He’s trying his best to hide it though by simply peeking at the commotion from his cocoon.
Maybe you should’ve stayed at the dorms...
Your train of thought was cut off by Todoroki quietly walking towards your desk. All eyes were on him, wary of what he might say or do. But no one was prepared enough for the next few words he’ll utter.
“Can I… pet you?”
“T-Todoroki-san?!”
You should’ve really stayed at the dorms…
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16ruedelaverrerie · 4 years ago
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how do you draw Nines?? is it like this? 1. draw soft boi ( Connor) 2. erase those puppy eyes and give him cold dead orbs and eyebrows that could shank someone. am I close???
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YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY CORRECT, ANON. That having been said, just to state the obvious, ALL RK900S ARE PRECIOUS AND WORTHY: “Dead-Orbed Eyebrow Shanker” Nines, “Erotic Asphyxiation Guru” Nines, “Emotions Are for Children and Italians” Nines, “Soft and Wet” Nines, “Babey’s First Day at Pre-K” Nines, “Gay and Unhinged About It” Nines, THEY MUST ALL BE CHERISHED
Sometimes I give Connor and Nines different bone structures, or maybe I just think about giving them different bone structures and don’t actually do it??? Do I even know how to bone structure in art? Debatable. This blog is not a place for representational accuracy so a lot goes fast and loose around these parts. It’s all good SO AS LONG AS NINES IS CHERISHED
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If it’s the Apollo addressed in that one Cassandra comic, TRULY, WHAT THE FUCK, APOLLO, RIGHT???
It’s nice when that comic makes the rounds without it turning into a reblog fight about how Cassandra ~deserved it for breaking a promise to Apollo~ and how ~the original myth explains why she was in the wrong~. I think I’ve written enough about my opinions on those stances to have purged myself of the need to write any more, but still, very pleasant not to have to think about it!
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Oh gosh definitely not a professional in re: art! Not only because I struggle a lot with basics and technique, but I don’t have the work ethic, either! But that’s okay! I have fun here regardless, and I’m very happy to hear that you enjoyed looking through the blog! Thank you thank you v v v
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WHAT’S UP KNUCKLEFUCK my god I have not been accused of being Ana Marie Cox in 10+ years, THIS... IS A FLASHBACK EPISODE. Are you Ana Marie Cox?!
RBR was such a meaningful time for me! I suppose my politics have changed since -- or rather, I’ve learned a lot about how my politics were not being served adequately by elected officials -- but what I remember most fondly about RBR is our vernacular, the in-jokes, and the moments when we were the most determined to make RPF resemble real people as little as possible. Our sloe-eyed ex may be in the rearview, but RBR, I think of you all the time.
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Aaaaa thank you so much, I’m glad they were a good time! :’) IT APPEARS THAT I’VE PEAKED VERY EARLY, BUT I WILL CONTINUE TO PLAGUE THIS FANDOM UNTIL I AM DRUMMED OUT OF TOWN
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YOU SHOULD BE SORRY ABOUT THIS!!! YOU COME INTO MY HOME, DUAL-WIELDING MONSTROUS DISCORD-BASED ALTERNATE UNIVERSES OF BOTTOMLESS HORROR, SMASHING THEM TOGETHER TO FORM ONE GIGANTIC MONSTROUS DISCORD-BASED ALTERNATE UNIVERSE OF BOTTOMLESS HORROR!!!!!! I most definitely did not even consent to Teletubby Vacuum Nines, that is not even a monstrosity that I signed up for
I really wish that there were a better way to share these “you had to be there” trains of thought with people, because I’m sure that literally everyone has accidentally come up with horrible things that make them laugh for years to come, and yet so much of their charm is impossible to capture in subsequent explanations. Like how would you go about explaining JELLO NINES? “Well it’s that jelly is very... versatile... and we talked about Gavin deciding that if he can make anything out of aspic, he can make a boyfriend out of aspic too... and it’s just very funny to think that a Nines made out of jelly, a QUIVERING TRANSLUCENT DUNGEON BOSS, is for some reason MUCH BETTER LOVED BY GAVIN THAN THE ACTUAL NINES”
I cannot draw this, Sun. I cannot draw this because I cannot explain it. I cannot draw it... but I will love it to my dying day
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!!! THIS IS AN HONOR thank you very much! I am grateful for this follow, given with absolutely nothing received in return! I suppose I can say for myself that I don’t update frequently enough to clutter up your dash overmuch, which is a small but truthful thing. I also just generally like shooting shit about fandom-at-large and tropes in the abstract, so I know that we have things in common beyond the vagaries of what particular fandoms we are involved with!
I wonder what my Thoughts on Yaoi are at the moment, I should gaze inwardly and poll myself on this very important matter.
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pandemilkbread · 4 years ago
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nine days // bakugo katsuki
author’s note: here is the sequel to paubaya! it can be read as a stand alone fic, but it’ll feel better once you read the first one. 
please enjoy ♡ please leave a like or comment if you enjoyed it,, it’ll mean alot aaaaa. also, beware. this is pretty long! 
ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ ᴋᴀᴛsᴜᴋɪ
nine days. (angst!fic) part 1
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: It took eight, just eight days to fall in love with you; and as dense as Bakugo was, it’ll take him a lifetime (or two) to admit it.
i.
The idea of love has always been a difficult subject to comprehend. 
And to a young boy at the tender age of four, whose typical acts of love revolved on beating the crap out of anyone who dared to mess with him (or his friends, though he’d rather not call them that), the subject was more troublesome to speak out loud. 
Which was quite contrary to the Bakugo household persona that radiated pure noise throughout the whole course of the day, a feat their neighbor would love to refute if they were able to.
(how a detached and sound proof home such as theirs could release that much clamor, they hardly knew.)
However as loud as the Bakugos were, it’s a no-brainer to realize how quiet they became in regard to their own feelings. The eccentric family breathed the words “show don’t tell” like a mantra; the essence of touch being the utmost way of showing affection—something Bakugo Katsuki never truly understood until one Saturday afternoon. 
Bakugo loved his quirk. His favorite part? Not one single part, but a bunch load of favorites. 
Blasting shit into smithereens. 
Screams of wow! and cool! from his followers. 
(”the imaginary people in his head, who continually shower him with praise.” not that he’d admit it.)
The sizzle of sweat on his fingers. 
…And exactly everything else that buffed up his currently fragile ego.
The worst part? 
The smell of burnt cloth that followed his usual fits of excitement. 
The lukewarm water plummeting from the ceiling sprinklers.
…Most especially the whack that vibrated through his skull when his mother found out his only son almost managed to burn down the whole kitchen. 
He took it personally, very personally. What happened? An accident!  The All Might segment thrilled him to the point of attempting a somersault, one that he succeeded in doing! Was it his fault a measly floor couldn’t handle his greatness? Yet, how does his crappy mom reward him for this feat— a full throttle to the head. 
“Katsuki,” his father muttered, rousing him from his thoughts. The scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, forcing him to scrunch his nose in disgust. Was he so weak to need a dab of a stupid medical solution to—
“You could have gotten hurt. Don’t be stubborn.” He sighed. “Your mom was very worried.”
Bakugo grunted. ‘A pissy way of showing it!’ He’d retaliate, but the downcast glint in his father’s eyes stopped him. He was clearly worried for his son’s wellbeing. 
“...Could’ve said so.” He sputtered out. (unwillingly, of course.)
“Sometimes you have to look past words to truly understand how someone is feeling, Katsuki.” A small grin perched on Masaru’s face. “People love differently. You just need to spot how.”
ii.
“I like you! Can we please start seeing each other?”
“Hah? Who the fuck are you?”
One tear, two tears, three tears. With that, the girl ran, and down the middle school staircase she went. 
Bakugo hardly understood why he was invited to the rooftop in the first place. No. He knew a confession would take place, that was obvious. All thanks to his fellow female classmates who couldn’t stop gossiping about it. One more ‘oh God! she’s going to confess to Bakugo-san later!’ and he’d burst, literally.
No. He couldn’t grasp the whole idea of confessing your love to a stranger. Bakugo knew nothing of the teary-eyed student, except she was a crybaby. Besides, it irritated him to the point of seething. Why confess your love only to run out halfway when things go sour? 
It wasted his time. Time he could have spent training, studying, doing something important. 
Don’t misunderstand. Bakugo was not a cruel person, he never was. Just one with below par conversational skills. He wanted to know the reasons, not disregard her feelings. He wanted to understand the why’s and what’s of the equation; the basis of what directed her feelings onto him. 
But, he would never accept her proposition, even if she managed to spur out a million reasons. Bakugo never saw himself in a position to love someone, it was too troublesome. Hell, he never understood the whole idea of love itself. 
He scoffed. If he had found himself fancying a person, it would be one akin to himself. 
Someone strong. 
Someone who spoke their mind. 
Someone who could handle him. 
Someone who—
Whack! A shoe smacked him out of his dazed stupor. Apparently, the friends of so-called stranger who shuffled off the rooftop in a crying heap told what transpired. The whole girl squad fashioned themselves into a line meant to reprimand his actions. 
“You could have softened the blow, you know!” One of them hissed. “In a way that wouldn’t hurt her feelings!”
“Yeah. You’re pretty selfish, Bakugo-san. You could have at least tried to hang out before deciding!” Another chided.
The act ignited his anger, leaving him an irked mess. 
Soften the blow? What did they expect him to do? Listen to the confession wholeheartedly, seemingly interested in actually dating the other party? Hell no. Why would he do so? It would only make the rejection hurt more. No matter how you put it a rejection is still a rejection; and a rejection will hurt. 
Selfish? He had done the girl a huge favor. More or less she would finally move on and treat the event as a lesson; focus on someone who had the time for affection. 
Was it his fault for not feeling the same way? Fuck no. He owed them nothing. 
“Don’t wanna. Too much of a hassle.” Bakugo sneered. 
And, oh boy were women scary. Nothing was more terrifying than a group of women who managed to suppress Hell’s fury and rage into their whole being. Hypocrites. Speaking of softening blows when one hit from any single one of them could break bones. 
God. He hated their quirks. 
(scratch that. he hated the sound of his mother’s cackling the most. ‘now what did i tell you about pissing off girls!’ she scolded.)
iii. 
Bakugo was a lot of things: perceptive, intelligent, strong— Hell he could list down a thousand adjectives if he wanted to. But, he was never the observant one. 
Sheer power? He was fucking amazing. 
Keen leadership? Bakugo is your guy!
Socializing skills? …Working on it. But, God yeah!
As perceptive as he was, his ego took a bit of a hit the moment he crashed into her. And as much as he would like to boast it was her fault in the first place, with the stacks of books that perched on her forearms, he knew better than to daze off in the middle of a crowded hallway. 
The books shook in momentum, and in return one hand steadied the massive collection. The blonde Pikachu outwardly reached out preventing the crash, a feat Kaminari would evidently use as a bragging tool later on. 
“Ah, sorry about that! Spiky over here’s in a daze after the math quiz,” Kaminari snickered. 
“Says the cheater who got caught on question one.” Bakugo retorted with an eyeroll to match. 
The other person in question huffed out a breathy laugh, the books shook once again in reaction, forcing her to side step to balance them out. “That’s fine. Sorry for blocking the way too.” The stranger reassured. 
By then, Bakugo’s stomach growled. God was he hungry. He casually followed the flow of people toward the lunch area. A few steps later his blonde companion tapped him on the shoulder, almost frantically. 
“I-I’mma help carry the books to—” Kaminari whipped his head back and forth at him and the other person walking the opposite direction. “So... yeah! Go without me!”   
Bakugo grunted. A non-verbal consent which easily meant “go, I don’t care”, or more likely “bye. i’m fucking hungry”. He couldn’t understand why Kaminari would go that far for someone he barely knew, especially when their whole body was covered by the stacks of books. Suspicious if you asked him. 
The boy was simply unpredictable and troublesome. Nah. He had no time to think about the electrical cord, he wanted to eat. Once he arrived at the dining hall, the other three constituents of his group sat on their usual hangout place. Thankfully (he won’t admit it) the eccentric red head ordered his regular lunch for him, allowing Bakugo to immediately slide into the table. 
“Bahkuwgo! Whersh Kahmiyari?” Pinky blurted, her mouth filled with food. 
His eyebrows furrowed. Where was Pikachu? “Shithead’s busy.” 
Bakugo returned to the matter at hand, his aching stomach, and began chewing. Obviously, the angry porcupine had no time to gossip about the who, what, where, and when’s, hello? Stomach first. His ears on the other hand had no shut-off button, prompting him to listen in the conversation rather irately. 
“I told him to study! Three nights ago! And what happens? He decides to write down the whole syllabus into his hands!” 
Sero sighed. “Mina. He’s helpless and will never learn—”
“Didn’t you copy off him too?” Kirishima chortled. “I saw you look over his answers!”
The black haired boy feigned shock. “Are you assuming I cheated? I thought we were friends!” Seconds of thought later, his eyes widened in real shock. “If you saw me looking... it means you looked too!”
“Bro. I wouldn’t cheat. It’s against my honor—” 
“Oh my God! All three of you are idiots.” Mina gushed. 
“Says the girl who left the whole back page em-empty.” Sero snickered, his palm jabbing his chest to dislodge the food stuck in his throat. 
Kirishima gasped. “There’s a back page? The—”
“Hey! How do you know? You’re seated at the third row! So you’ve really been chea—”
The thwack of a lunch tray interrupted the conversation, an achievement only possible by the fourth idiot of the group. The lightning bolt returned from the alleged errand in a sputtering mess; like he would be when overloaded by his quirk, almost but not quite. 
“Denki! What took you so long? I bet Aizawa-sensei decided to talk some sense into you!” Mina teased, tilting her head in confusion when the blonde suddenly dazed off. 
Bakugo smacked the Kaminari on the forehead, rather lightly. “...Idiot’s broken.”
“No... I met an angel...” The chargebolt mumbled. 
“Here we go again.” Sero shook his head in response. “Who is it this time?”  
“Shush! She’s here!” He hissed. “Bakugo bumped into her earlier. She had these big books—”
“Bro! That’s no way to talk to a girl—” 
“No! Not that! Real books! So, they were heavy and... Yeah. I helped her carry them to Recovery Girl— and yeah!” 
“You’re not making any sense.” Sero advised. 
“Shut up! She might hear us!” Kaminari gawked. “...She’s so pretty...”
Four sets of eyes travelled towards the person the Pikachu was ogling at, a silent agreement among all five of them to be as unsuspecting as possible. Evidently, she was a simple normal high school girl whose smile seemed to radiate glee likely from her co-classmates who sat with her. 
Bakugo surveyed her face, and then onto her gestures and actions. A Goddess? Huh. The girl seemed pretty normal to him, no one special. Kaminari unmistakably gushed over another woman, like he usually did for no reason at all. 
“Where’s she from?” Bakugo asked, rather boredly.
“Ah, yeah! I don’t know.” The lover-boy continued ogling. “...She’s not from the Hero department for sure.”
“No shit, Sherlock.” 
iv. 
Bakugo hated many things; failing tests (he’s too smart to fail), winning without actual merit, God he despises losing even more, Deku (he doesn’t actually, too prideful to oppose it though), nagging— He hates Aizawa’s nagging the most. 
It must have something to do with the nonchalant tone, more like dead and spiritless if you asked him, the all knowing attitude, the deep timbre of ‘Bakugo. Fix that up. If I find out you’ve been bleeding all over the floor. Good luck.’, the threatening staring contest thereafter, and the resolution: him walking furiously to the nurses’ office. 
He groaned. It was a tiny scratch. Maybe a bruise, or two. The gash on his temple stung, not just physically. The reason why he was cut in the first place was all because of shitty Pikachu blabbing about his fucking angel. If he said “You’re just jeaaaalous” one more time, he would explode. 
Bakugo warned him. Multiple times. Kirishima could vouch it. But, no. Bolty decided to repeat the phrase manifold of times, leading him to screech a “shut the fuck up!”, causing Pinky to scream, in succession scared Shitty Hair forcing him to activate his quirk—
Fuck that. In short, it was all thanks to the living and breathing phone charger. 
Bakugo gripped the clinic door and slammed it open. The quicker he found Recovery Girl the quicker he returned to class and beat the shit out of Pikachu. Yeah. He’d do that, but instead he found her. 
For fucks sake. The indirect reason why he was in this state. 
He marched toward the desk, dragging his feet in a somewhat stomping manner. The way she blankly stared irritated him more. Was she just going to stare? Bakugo rolled his eyes. Did she think he was pathetic to come in for a slight scratch?
He had no choice. Not his fucking choice. 
“What the fuck are you looking at?” 
Finally. The girl roused from her state of daze and stood up. Now all he needed to do was ask— nah, he’d wait for the head nurse himself. 
The other person in the room darted her eyes to him and a clock on the wall almost quizzically, as if she was contemplating what to do. With that, she spun around and faced him. 
“She’s not here. Bear with it for a sec, let me get something to help.” She mumbled. 
Oh? The girl wasn’t a bystander after all. She reached for a small kit inside a cabinet in the wall. Her hands then beckoned to a chair and it was his cue to sit down. 
This gave him ample time to observe the woman who’s been driving him nuts. Through the oddball Kaminari of course. 
First of all, she was no goddess. Looked more like an enraged chipmunk on Christmas morning. Her cheeks puffed up in concentration, dabbing antiseptic on his temple. How Kaminari fell for her, he had no idea. Not surprising though, he’d fall for the whole female populace if he had the time for it. 
Second, why the fuck would he be jealous! What was there to be jealous about? Pikachu should be the envious one. The girl he fawned for happened to be the same woman in charge of cleaning his wounds. No. Not wounds. Scratches. Stupid scratches. Her eyes glazed in utter focus at the task of hand, this beat Kaminari’s “watching habits” any day. 
Hell, he was a tad excited. Using this incident as a tool to finally make the idiot shut up. The imminent power he’d have over the crappy blonde. He would bring it up on every occasion possible, well— not every one. Bakugo did have mercy for the goofball. So, maybe five times a week. Almost enough to make up for all the weeks of his bantering. 
Third, he thought, wouldn’t it be better if he introduced you to Kaminari instead? Yeah, he barely knew you. Even so, it was worth a shot. Maybe referring you to the Pikachu would be better in the long run. Maybe, the experience could humble him. Bakugo shook his head. No. Even if he managed to coerce you into meeting Bolty, there was no guarantee you’d actually like him. 
Then there was the impending heartbreak and sobbing and whining and complaining. Nevermind. He’d go through so much shit for a tiny bit of satisfaction. Scratch that. 
Anyway, what was so great about you? You weren’t from the hero course. Obviously. Bakugo knew most of the students from that department. Although he couldn’t remember names, faces seemed to pop up in his mind. You didn’t have an awesome quirk. Hell, if you did, he recalled no one who looked like you from the sports festival. Business department? He assumed people like them don’t intern for the clinic. General department then? 
Bakugo growled. Why was he trying to understand you? You were nothing to him. A simple stranger who crossed paths with first time, and highly for the last time once the whole ordeal was over. God. He’ll kill Kaminari for this. 
At that instant, Bakugo felt repetitive pressure on head. It took him a few seconds to realize she patted him. Like a kid!? Fuck no. His ego couldn’t take her treating him as a child. A small vein popped on his forehead and when he was about to berate her for her actions, apparently she spoke first. 
“Good boy, you can leave now.” With. A. Matching. Grin.
Fuck no. This was worse. You didn’t treat him as a child, he was a pet to you! A pet? Why a pet!? He wanted to wipe that dumb smile off your face. You were exactly more annoying than Pikachu ever was! 
Her cheeks flooded pink from the small laugh she released.  Bakugo’s eyes hovered over to yours and one though popped up: cute. 
What. The. Actual. Fuck. 
Imaginary steam evaporated from the top of his head. Cute? Cute! Gross. The woman in front of him wasn’t cute. She was fucking annoying. He bet his mind spelled u.g.l.y wrong. The scratch on his head fucked up his intellect. 
Bakugo immediately stood up, pointing an accusing finger at her. “What’dya call me, ugly!?”
v. 
Anyone who thought Bakugo was the type of person to run away from a fight would be met with the indignant monster himself, threatening the offender with fury akin to the devil.  
It’ll take a million years before Bakugo willingly scampered off the battlefield without dealing a punch (or two). 
However it would take longer for him to admit he was running away from you. No. He wasn’t ‘running’ per se, he was observing the situation. The whole clinic event left him irked and in a sense, intrigued. 
Now that he thought about it, anyone who met his “angry” side were prone to either a. running; b. crying; c. anger; and d. all of the above; and in rare cases: e. laughing. He assumed anyone who laughed at him after his usual feats of anger were the real creepy ones— or idiots reincarnate. 
The moment he knew of her existence, he found himself noticing her more and more. He remembered specs of her daily routine from mere perception, something he hated he did, yet couldn’t stop. 
She hated tomatoes, he gathered from a passing conversation on the way to the lunch room. 
She hated snakes even more. Something to do with a childhood fear that forced her to go to the hospital. 
She loved reading, he presumed with all the books she had on the top of the desk in the library. 
As much as it irritated him to realize she took up a part of his thoughts (a big part, really), it pisses him off further when she spotted him looking at her as well. That led her to offer him a smile, sometimes a nose scrunch, other days furrowed eyebrows in confusion, but most of the time you never noticed the blonde hero student glancing at your direction. 
Well, that’s fine with him. More time to speculate the shitty woman who managed to take up his time. 
She took the courage to approach him one day. Bakugo knew she headed to his table in the library. So what does he do the moment her eyes met his in an attempt to introduce herself? Run. He fucking runs. 
An accomplishment that only happened when the world split into two. 
Yet, here were are on Day Four: Bakugo Ignores Gen. Girl to Restore His Self-Esteem. Part one of the “he was caught looking multiple times and almost confronted” franchise. This happened for quite a while, pretty easy actually. Both of your schedules never met, the only times he caught a whip of your existence were in the library (your humble abode) and the clinic (your humble abode part two). 
Obviously, he avoided both places like the plague. 
His plan worked for a while. 
(for the first five days, honestly.)
Bakugo’s broke his streak one lunch afternoon. He caught her eye the exact moment she looked at his, inciting a silent battle of leering. She grinned set out to stir his anger and he glared right back. The fight lasted for minutes neither parties admitting defeat, earning the attention of his fellow lunchmates. 
“Bakugo? Could you teach me this later?” Mina pleaded. “If I fail one more quiz I’d be dumber than Denki!” 
“Hey! I studied this time. I bet I might get a higher score than Midoriya this time!” Kaminari disagreed, flicking the girl’s forehead. 
“Finish eating already. We might be late again...” Sero sighed. “God. Aizawa-sensei gives me the chills...”
The red head of the group noticed Bakugo’s full tray and focused glare first. Kirishima lightly tapped the blonde, earning a grunt in response. Kirishima’s eyes then followed his line of sight to see the girl Kaminari has been talking about nonstop, and stop he did weeks ago. 
“Ah. You know her, Bakugo?” Kirishima whispered. “You might... with that staring contest going on between you.”
“No. I don’t.” Bakugo scowled, in concentration. 
Sero, who was in close proximity, heard the short discussion and pulled the other blonde by the ear. “Yo, Denki. Isn’t that Goddess #18?” 
“Ah!” Denki immediately covered his ears. “Stop! Can’t handle it! Don’t even mention her anymore— Bakugo ruined the whole experience! Remember Goddess #20? Yes. I’mma stick with her.”
“Woah... Bakugo that’s one intense stare you have. Don’t tell me... you’re dating her!” Mina gushed. “Denki you never stood a chance!” She laughed. 
“Who would like that— ugly!” Bakugo chided. 
“No wonder you hated it. You were reaaaally jealous, huh?” The Pikachu sang. “It’s fine with me. You have my permission.” 
Bakugo fumed. “I don’t need your permission to do anything!” 
Kirishima blinked. “Oh, you were serious, bro? You do like her?” 
“You’re all fucking annoying! Shut the fuck up!” 
Sero grinned, a wide cheshire smile. “You know what this means? Time to meet the princess who stunned the angry dragon.” He stood up. 
Mina understood the signal and followed suit. “Watch Bakugo for us, Kiri! We’re going to— Denki. You’re coming too.” She pulled the latter by the arm, dragging him unwillingly. 
“I don’t wanna!” Kaminari cried. 
“Hurry up. She could have pretty friends—”
“Ah? Let’s go.” The blonde picked up his weight and dashed. 
The remaining two students sat in silence. Bakugo groaned in frustration. He’s going to kill all four of them. Maybe a slower death for Spiky Hair since he called their attention in the first place. Bakugo smacked his head on the table. 
For fucks sake. Out of all the times they had to notice, why now? God. He hated his friends. 
Kirishima patted his back, gently. He did not want to enrage the irritated Bakugo even further. “There’s no harm in meeting someone new, right? Think of it as a — fun experience.”
Fun, alright. Bakugo was going to have fun beating his friends up. 
(says the angry pomeranian who heeded, and plomped down on the seat next to the stranger— not so unfamiliar anymore, almost happily. well, in his own way.)
vi. 
You and Bakugo were polar opposites; the duo that clashed every second possible. 
Believe it or not, the slightest of jabs ignited an argument so intense that calling the fire department would be justifiable. 
(alright. this may sound over dramatic. but, hey. it came from kaminari himself. dramatics beget drama.)
One argument in particular stood out among the rest. It started little, truly. A small squabble, really. 
Bakugo preferred sweets, she hated them. 
He liked mathematics, she detested the subject.
He thrived with attention, she favored staying in the sidelines. 
He loved the winter, she wished for summer. 
And one phrase led to another, one plain phrase led to an even more painful prick, and in conclusion—
“You’re quirkless. Stop complaining.”
happened. 
Bakugo never meant for the remark to hurt your feelings. It was a smooth attempt to disguise his embarrassment; you begged to hold his hand. Utterances of ‘we’re friends!’ and ‘don’t be shy!’ irked him. How the fuck was it possible to stay calm when the simplest brush of your hand against his, sent him into a frenzy?
Safety. He rebutted. It was for your safety. As much as he’d like to hold your hand with his—
(he’d die before admitting it, though.)
that quirk of his, stopped him. Sweat triggered his quirk. The very instance of the substance forming in his hands could cause an explosion. He doubted you’d be thankful spending Christmas in a hospital, your parents resorting to call a lawsuit. 
Was warmth a suitable reason to lose an arm? Hell no. Bakugo knew you hated winter, and all sorts of cold weather. Yet, he’s not stupid enough to risk your safety for something so... immaterial. 
Her words of ‘you’re selfish, Bakugo!’ prickled his skin. It was an innocent jab, he knew it was a joke. Still, if you haven’t understood the way his quirk worked. He thought it would be better for you to learn the hard way. 
And bingo. Bakugo said it. 
“You’re quirkless. Stop complaining.” 
Little did he know those words impacted his companion harsher than he initially thought. 
A small forced laugh came from your lips, compelling you to step sideward. An attempt to move yourself farther from him. “We should hurry up. I don’t think they’d like cold pizza.” 
Bakugo nodded, unconsciously watching your every move. He understood the topic of your quirklessness was taboo. A sort of innermost disappointment, and the focus of childhood bullying. He should have phrased it in a better way... a small part of him thought maybe, you wouldn’t get hurt, a way to attest your friendship. 
He grunted. His mom would kill him if she found out it was his fault. And knowing the woman’s personality, he preferred not being chewed out in front of his schoolmates. With a sigh, Bakugo unshuffled his muffler and wrapped it around his female buddy. 
“Next time, wear something thicker. I won’t always be here to save your ass.”
Her eyes blinked in succession. Her eyebrows furrowed after. Roughly, comprehending his actions. 
She beamed. “Oh? Is little Bakugo apologizing?” Her fingers twisted the pizza box, forcing it onto his hands. “Then carry this ‘oh holy’ one. I might forgive you then.”
“Fine. Crappy woman.” Bakugo grumbled, tugging her forward by pulling his muffler. “Hurry. I’m hungry.”
By 5:30 P.M., the pizza deliverers (Bakugo and her, the idiots who lost at rock, paper, scissors) arrived at the Bakugo household with the food. The appearance of the two prompted cheers and yells from Mina, Kaminari, and Sero who huddled on the couch. 
“What took you so long? Imagine listening to Denki sing the karaoke for hours!” Mina whined. 
Sero jested. “Next time, we forget inviting him. This early Christmas celebration can carry itself without his presence.”
“Get the fucking pizza yourself then! Stupid crowds hogging the whole pizza place...” Bakugo threw the box at the group, instantaneously, marching towards Kirishima.  
“Bakugo! B-Becareful!” Kaminari worried. “If it’s destroyed... you... get a new one!”
Heh. Like the expensive meal couldn’t handle a bit of force. Bakugo stomped towards the redhead and took a soda from the table nearest to him. 
Kirishima rose his eyebrows. “So. Had fun?” He elicited an all-knowing grin. “I think you did.”
“Shut up!” Bakugo hissed, eyes wandering to the bundle of people on the couch. 
“You know, you’re too obvious.” He laughed. “Well, except for one of us. That one has no idea.”
“I don’t fucking know what you’re talking about.”
“You don’t? Or you’re pretending not to?”
“Ugly’s a friend!” 
Kirishima hummed. “Alright, bro. I won’t pressure you into talking about it.”
A loud pop interrupted their conversation. Kaminari opened a fizzed up can of cola, the drink sprouted into Mina’s face. “I’m going to kill—”
“But, If you want something to happen though. You have to learn to speak up, Bakugo.”
vii.
“Come on, Bakugo! Just this once, please!” Mina begged. “It’ll be great for everyone! Don’t you feel sorry for Denki... He’s been cramming for days!”
“That’s what the gets for playing the whole weekend.”
“Please! I promise we’ll make it up to you!” 
“No. Too much of a hassle.”
“C’mon... Princess, help?” The pink haired student gestured to the other girl in the group. 
You sighed. “Mina, he doesn’t want to do it.”
“See, ugly agrees!”
“...Oh, wait. On the other hand, Bakugo’s too busy to teach. Mina, try asking Midoriya to help.” Her eyes met his in a stare off. “He’s got the time, especially when he’s so busy himself.”
She knew using his rival’s name as a bargaining chip kindled his anger. It was his fault for calling her such an offensive nickname in the first place. 
“Might let Pikachu teach you math too. You’re dumber at it than he is.”
“Oh? I should let him. He’s better at teaching than you are!”
Mina glanced back and forth between the two parties. A silent ‘oh boy, this will not end well.’ featured on her face. Pinky shook her head, and placed a hand on Bakugo’s shoulder. 
“It’s fine! Stop arguing, really.” Mina murmured. 
“No. She started it.”
“Don’t be a child, Bakugo! …Oh, you scared?” Ugly taunted. “I might beat your score in math.”
“Hah? You, the flunk? Fine. I’ll teach the shitty subject.” Bakugo grinned. “Any score lower than mine means you owe me one.”
And she gulped, anxiously. 
This became the humble beginnings of how Bakugo became the professor of the study group, ultimately leading to her doom. He was excited. Oh, what shit he’d make her do in retaliation. 
He agreed on the following terms: library after classes, subjects will be appointed beforehand, anyone skipping must be told in advance... and fifty other rules so on and so forth. 
And on the third week of the so-called cramming agenda, four of his classmates decided not to attend, leaving him and ugly as the remaining participants. The whole point of the activity was to teach the idiots, if they don’t show up why was he here?
Bakugo scanned through the math test he gave his companion. First, she was no idiot. There were hardly any errors, if there was, he presumed it was her faulty writing and adding. Solutions were well done, the logic was there. The problem? Yes. The idiot forgot her calculator. 
He clicked his tongue. The assumption was apparent, the whole back page had scribbles of numbers, divides, and all the shit. Why the hell did she not have a calculator? Forgetful one she was. 
And second, why the fuck was she dozing off? Sure, mathematics was a boring subject. Sure, he was a boring teacher. Sure, he was teaching them to pass the subject. They should all be grateful for his fucking effort. 
The hues of the sunset danced on her skin, the reds and oranges bounced on her hair radiating a wave of light. Her head perched on her crossed arms on the table, the head leaning slightly right. He saw the dark pigments below her eyes. 
Must have been studying hard, huh? Bakugo knew the girl was on a scholarship. It’s been discussed millions of times. He realized the pressure must have gotten to her, especially being one of the only quirkless students in the school. Seemingly, all she had to offer was her bright intellect. 
(not all. she was way better than most of the students in the whole department! bakugo punched anyone who thought otherwise.)
“...Do you like someone?” She muttered. 
What? In a split second, he focused his eyes on the girl in front of him. She stayed in the same sleepy position as earlier, convincing him she might have been talking in her sleep. Shaking his head, he returned back to the papers in his hands. 
Minutes later a sudden tap on the table prompted him to look at his companion. Her eyes gazed at him with such intensity, his stomach jumped. Somersaults, loops, rollercoasters. God. This only happened after a punch to the gut in battle. The woman was supposed to be asleep! What the fuck was she doing awake. 
Oh. So, she did ask the question. Was he supposed to answer? Silence is an answer. Knowing the girl, any answer he’d give sired more questions. God. He wanted to leave. What was the shittiest answer he could give her. Yeah.
“...Shut up, extra.” 
Perfect. Now back to the question at hand. What kind of fucked up person willingly confesses ‘You. Stupid. I like you.’ without proof the other party felt the same? It was simply a formula to fail. 
Hold. 
The. 
Fuck. 
Up. 
Did he really think he liked her? No. Brain thought wrong. Brain really thought fucking wrong. Just because he hated it when she focused on people who weren’t him doesn’t mean he likes her. Just because he’d break someone’s face for talking shit about her doesn’t mean he cares like that. Just because every retort she said in retribution turned him on doesn’t mean he wanted to kiss her. 
Fuck. He wanted to kiss her. 
Kiss her badly. 
He wanted to grab her by the collar and just kiss her. 
God. He hated it. 
The girl abruptly reached for his collar, pulling him towards her. “Who is it?” She whispered. 
Oh fuck. The cogs in his brain twisted and turned. Did he say it out loud? Did he fucking say that out loud? What the fuck was he doing? Who is it? What the fuck were you talking about? 
Who is it? Who was who? He hated cryptic messages. His eyes searched for meaning on your features. A person? Who?
Ah. You asked who he liked. 
Great. What was he supposed to say? It’s you, ugly! Wake up! He’d burn in hell before speaking up. 
One name popped up. Miruko’s agency. Rumi. The woman he was interning for. Like crap she’d find out about it. 
“Rumi, her name’s Rumi.”
viii.
12:00 P.M.
bakugo: i’m hungry
bakugo: bring ur snacks
12:50 P.M.
bakugo: u not gonna eat huh?
bakugo: suit urself brat
3:00 P.M. 
bakugo: think u gonna win the bet now aren’t ya
bakugo: keep ignoring me maggot
bakugo: fine
5:00 P.M. 
bakugo: spiky hair said to come 
bakugo: he has shitty fish crackers for food
bakugo: the fuck??????
bakugo: you ignore me and answer his calls?????
Bakugo was not an avid texter. Most of his messages consisted of ‘ok’, ‘nice’, ‘no’, curses, other single word messages, sometimes barely a reply at all. The sheer amount of effort he put into texting you proved otherwise. Yet...
Read. Read. Read. 
All of his messages sent to you were on read. What he fuck was going on? For five days, she’s been missing in action. He tried everything. 
Inviting the woman to lunch. Ignored.
Reminding her of the cram session. Bailed. 
Snacks! You loved snacks! Ignored again. 
Bakugo was this close to shoving you up against the wall and forcing the shit out of you. What did he do so wrong? Oh, was it the kiss thing? Did he say it out loud? Your face showed no clear answer at the time. Your deadpan expression irritated him. 
What if he wanted to kiss you? Was that shit so bad?
That had to be it. 
You weren’t ignoring Spiky hair, Pikachu, Duct Tape, and Pinky— then it had something to do with him. 
He grunted. Swiping the contacts on his phone, he hovered over the one named ‘Ugly’ and tapped it. Bakugo disabled the block function. 
If you weren’t talking to him, fine, he won’t fucking talk to you. 
(yes. he was that petty.)
Streams of notifications buzzed. All of them coming from you. 
Ugly: 6 P.M.
Ugly: Outside 3-A. 
Ugly: Don’t be late.
Ugly: stupid.
Fucking finally. The woman finally decided to text back. 
A meeting place? For what?
The exams were over. A celebration party then. No. Why was the location at 3A then? Oh. The bet. She wanted to compare answers for the shitty bet. 
Bakugo flicked his phone on. 6:25 P.M. 
Amazing. He was fucking late. 
The distance from the faculty room and the third year homerooms were near. It took him no time at all to stomp all the way to the designated meeting spot. Why you couldn’t have texted the shit down, he hadn’t understood. 
Bakugo sported a look of annoyance the moment he found you. Shitty woman. 
“You finally decide to text me back, shithead.” He cursed. 
The girl fashioned an amused expression. “Hm. You missed me?”
Of, course he did. How crappy of you to fill his thoughts of only you, annoy him ‘til worlds end, only for him to be forgotten and ignored. Like a thrown away puppy on the sidewalk. 
“Who would miss you, ugly.” He fumed. 
Yeah. That’s what you get for pretending he didn’t exist. You can’t leave him begging for your attention, that was something shitty fan girls did. And she stood there feigning ignorance of the whole ordeal. He bet she never even noticed he blocked her. 
She erupted in giggles, clutching her stomach as the stronghold. “I’m sorry. The exams were really difficult.”
You bet they were terrible. They had the same general education syllabus, except for major hero subjects and courses. The outright tears Pikachu shed after the math exam proved its difficulty. Bakugo bet she cried after the exam as well. 
Might figure out the task he would make her do. Something embarrassing? No. He wasn’t that cruel. A weird prank? What prank though—
“I missed you too, Katsuki.” She consoled. 
Of, course you did. Who wouldn’t miss him? The dweeb better be thankful he blessed the his friendship onto her. 
(though, he’d like a little bit more than that.)
Hah! Bakugo could force her to buy him a new muffler. The one he had disappeared (into her closet) and wanted a new one. 
Katsuki. 
Katsuki. Katsuki.
Fuck. She called him by his first name. And he only noticed it— now? Gears and cogs twirled within his consciousness. What did it mean? What did that mean? God. He hated it. Was that your way of showing your love? Did that love mean affection as relationship or love as friendship?
Fuck. He couldn’t tell. 
Yet, he knew one thing. 
He wanted to kiss you so bad. 
The snickers and giggles from the people outside the room stopped him though. His shithead friends managed to ruin it, yet again. 
Heh. Maybe next time. 
Love has always been a difficult subject to comprehend, and for Bakugo whose typical acts of love revolved around teasing, and riling you up, the subject was more troublesome to speak out loud. 
However, you were worth the trouble. 
Now, you just needed to spot how. 
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quirklove · 4 years ago
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Ahh I love your Dabi BF headcanons!! Can we get some for Seiji Shishikura?
aaaaa thank you bby!! Dabi is a fun character to write for~
I’m incredibly soft for Seiji so I hope these are just as good as Dabi’s! <3
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SEIJI
He’s rather distant in the beginning of the relationship. You didn’t expect anything different, right? He’s a strictly disciplined kind of man with his eyes on a few very specific goals ― becoming a hero and reforming hero society. He does go about that second one in the wrong way quite often, but the fact is that he’s focused on a couple of things in particular. That means he has to prioritize them if he wants to bring them into his reach. Which, by extension, means that typically he doesn’t have a lot of time to prioritize romance. He figures that if you got together with him knowing all of that, the lack of frequent dates doesn’t bother you.
Thankfully, as things progress, Seiji begins to find a better balance as he falls more into his feelings for you. The time you do spend together is something he ensures is as special as possible, and it’s something he cherishes. Mostly it’s the little things that mean the most to him; the way your fingers entwine when he holds your hand, the way you smile at him and set loose a million butterflies in his chest, the warm, hazy peacefulness he settles into whenever you fall asleep on his shoulder. He feels very free to relax around you, which is a new feeling for him. It’s something he wants more of, and you make him happy in a way he didn’t even really know was possible. Over time, he begins to come closer and closer to you.
If you’re a hero or in training as well, he feels like it’s important that the two of you learn how to fight well together. As a couple, it’s possible you might take jobs within the same agency and be working together a lot. To maximize your strength as a duo, you need to practice and refine your strategies. It’s also an excuse to be physically close to you. The man thinks he’s smooth. If you’re a civilian, though? He believes it’s his duty to protect you. If you’re a civilian, he doesn’t want you anywhere near his job unless it’s an emergency. No bringing him lunch, no coming to drop him off or pick him up, none of that. It’d be a surprise if he even lets you meet anyone he works with. He’s terrified that you’ll get hurt because of him; villains’ exploiting a hero’s weak spot, hurting someone a hero loves to hurt them, is nothing new. And you… you are the biggest weak spot Seiji Shishikura has. He’s not going to allow any unnecessary risks. He can’t lose you.
Kiss his forehead or the edge of his eyes or his eyelids and he is yours. The very action will stun him into silence. It’s just very cute to him, and he can’t imagine ever having been treated cutely in his life. Expect him to be a blushing mess for at least five minutes before shyly bringing his head up from his hiding spot as if asking for more. Can you just… stop… being so… addictive?
This knucklehead comes as a package deal. You want him, you also get his friends: Inasa, who is super intense but also smiles a lot and who you’re pretty sure likes you, and Camie, who is very bubbly to the point of being a bit overwhelming and who you’re definitely sure likes you. They tag along sometimes when you and Seiji are hanging out because of course they do! They do know when to give you privacy, though, and it’s nice to kind of have instant friends. They’re both just unbelievably happy for their friend who’s found someone he loves.
There will, unfortunately, be late nights where you lie awake worrying if Seiji is okay, especially if you’re a civilian, and especially as he gets further into his career. He tries his best to mellow out in terms of societal reform, finding other ways to accomplish what he wants to change, but he also remains very vocal about the people he considers unfit to be heroes. Because of that, he’s a polarizing personality to other heroes, as well as to vigilantes and villains. It’s not inconceivable that someone would get upset and try to attack him simply because of something he’s said about someone else or his attitude in general. Sadly, he’s painted a target on his own back that he thinks is a code of integrity. Even though he apologizes for causing you so much stress, that doesn’t erase the anxiety you feel when it’s 2 in the morning and he isn’t home yet. He makes sure to hold you extra tight and give you a lot of kisses on those nights. The last thing he wants to do is scare you and he is and he knows it and he’s so sorry and he will do anything you want him to do, short of quitting his job, to help ease your concern.
For the most part, during important events, he’s very composed and doesn’t seem to be fazed by anything. He can speak at conferences without batting an eye, though he may get a bit passionate of course, he can take down villains without breaking a sweat, and as he matures, he gets much better at not dignifying insults with a response. He’s cool as a cucumber, this one. … Meeting your parents, though? He’s a nervous wreck beforehand, and very stiff during. He just wants them to like him and think he’s worthy of you! It helps that he’s a respectful person who makes it clear that he plans to have a future with you. Afterwards, you may want to hold him and pet his hair… that was so stressful, (Name)!! But, he still did it.
God, the way he looks at you when he’s just woken up in the morning. His eyes are all squinty and he’s rubbing at them, yawning, and he stares at you like he is hyper-focused on appreciating how attractive you are. He has this lopsided little half-smile as he mumbles, “Mh, good morning, my love.” You are quite possibly the only thing that could make him want to stay in bed or go back to sleep, if only so he can hold you just a little longer. So it can just be the two of you, just a little longer.
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sonderwalker · 4 years ago
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OKAY your turn 3, 6, 8, 12, 16, 21, and 30 for the soft asks :))))
AAAAA afdghfg thank you haha!! I appreciate you!! from these soft asks
3. what’s your favorite candle scent? basil or eucalyptus!
6. say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical). copied and pasted from a previous ask yo this is hard. like really hard. I’m not exactly super fond of myself. physical: 1) my hair is pretty neat- very long and very curly and I dye it different colours. 2) I have really good stamina and can run long distances so that’s neat. 3) I have little freckles on my face and I like them. non-physical: 1) super hard working, to the point where it might be a fault but i don’t give up easily. 2) good at playing the piano! I’d like to think that after taking lessons for almost 15 years that I would be at this point though. 3) i am a nice person, i swear 
8. tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good. @a-certain-bingus @tomicaleto you, of course so @boonki @jasontoddiefor and I’m sure there are other people but that’s it off of the top of my head! even if i didn’t tag you, I still appreciate you, I just have a horrible memory.
12. how are you? Kinda sleepy, actually. And it isn’t that late. And sore from working out with my friend!
16. compliment the person who sent you this number. easy. YO I LOVE YOUR WRITING IT’S SO GOOD???? SO SOFT???? I AM OBSESSED!! PLEASE CONTINUE AAAAAAAAAAA. EVERY TIME I SEE SOMETHING YOU WROTE I’M LIKE ASGFDFH SO SOFT.
21. if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be? it’ll work out in the end. you can take a break. (also to see a therapist at an earlier age)
30. what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)? cherry blossoms, riding on the train with my forehead pressed against the glass as the sun sets behind me, the sound of the ocean crashing behind me and the sound of the waves hitting the bottom of a surfboard. a cat purring. my ears popping as the train changes elevation. late night drives through the city
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