#or calm or prone to anger stuff like that i mean by what he was personally
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I have already complained about the lack of sources and character development for Jaster Mereel, the supposed important figure in Mandalorian modern history. At the same time, I’m genuinely fascinated by how he was seen by Dooku, Jango Fett and Tor Vizsla. Which is not really that they have some drastically different opinions that exclude each other but rather what those characters identify with Jaster.
Let’s start with Count Dooku. The man did a great research about Jango Fett’s past before he hired the Mandalorian to become a DNA donor for the clone army. As he said to Darth Sidious, Dooku "interrogated a number of his former associates"
So, obviously, Dooku's opinion is by no means objective, literally colored by what he learned from Jaster/Jango’s allies and followers. Surprisingly there is no mention about honor that tie-in materials like to bring in regard to Jaster Mereel even though this should be the logical conclusion as the difference between True Mandalorians and barbaric Death Watch. For Dooku alone, Jaster Mereel was “reformed murderer” who "held that the Mandalorians were merely highly-paid soldiers" [JF:OS#1]
Then we have Jango who knew Jaster personally, saw him as family and held in great respect. Whale reading the Death Watch Manifesto that at some point he had in his possession, Fett wrote this:
These are lies. Jaster sought true honor, not the right to ignore laws and moral codes. Vizsla's Death Watch was nothing but a license for murder [Jango]
Jaster was an important person for Jango - so much he wanted his unalerted clone to carry on Mereel’s legacy and without doubt Jango idealized the man.
At the same time, Jango’s opinion doesn’t exactly tell us what kind of person Jaster was, more what was his goal and what he represents for Fett and other True Mandalorians.
And then we have Tor Vizsla and look, the Manifesto was written years after Jaster’s death and some time after the destruction of the True Mandalorians on Galidraan. Tor could write anything, literally any lie and slander that comes to his mind, because there were not many people around anymore who knew Jaster and even if they were remains of True Mandalorians, the book wasn’t intended to fall into their hands anyway. And what of all possible things Tor identified with Jaster? Passion.
And yes, this is very subjective point of view and opinion about Jaster - albeit I would argue Tor’s words aren’t detached from reality that much because it easily ties up with Dooku’s statement “merely high-paid soldiers” and let's be real here, no matter how much Jango or other True Mandalorians (sources) will bring honor into discussion, honor itself is not synonymous with being morally right. But I’m gonna leave mandalorian morality for another time.
I’m furious that Tor didn't elaborate what Jaster was so passionate about - the order and laws? Work ethics? Religion? - that he couldn’t contain passions in himself and tried to “eliminate them in everyone else”. At the same time it amazes me, because this short paragraph may imply that Tor knew Jaster from a different, maybe much more personal side. And I won’t lie, Jaster being a passionate man speaks to me, an introvert, on a very specific level (as in: not showing that side to every person around you), especially since he doesn’t appear like that in comics? For the little we could observe him through two issues, he was rather cool-headed and down to earth type of person? Being sympathetic to Jango and showing anger only once, at Montross (whom he still personally rescued despite Montross openly disobeying his orders). Passion is not something I would call comics!Mereel and in a way Tor’s words, for me, brings more humanity to Jaster than Dooku’s understanding and Jango’s glorification did.
This does not mean that Jango didn’t know Mereel well but Fett understandably idolized his mentor, especially since he was still pretty young (~14) when Jaster died and this “nostalgia” definitely affected how he remembered Mereel in his adult life. In a way I feel Jango’s opinion is for what Mereel strived (virtues) while Tor’s present humanity (flaws).
And let's not forget the History of the Mandalorians - the supposedly objective article - describes Jaster Mereel as a “deeply pious human”.
The oxford and cambridge online dictionaries say pious means “deeply religious” what I find very intrigued yet another overlooked detail. And hey, a person wouldn't fight tooth-and-nail to become reigning Mandalore without being passionate and devoted to his ideals, right? So I like to think that Jango and Tor opinions about Jaster don't contradict each other but simply present Mereel from different angles that add more depth to his otherwise not exploited character.
#star wars#jaster mereel#tor vizsla#jango fett#count dooku#look you may hate tor but his take on jaster is pretty surprising#he could write everything he wanted#that jaster sold mando ideals for money because he wanted mando to be high paid merc not the warriors like the ancient mando was#or that he sold warriors to new mandalorians for TM safety and so on so on#but this take stayed within what we already know and then jaster's passions comes and i'm amazed#because sure dooku and jango's opinions tell us a lot about jaster but doesn't say what he was personally? was he good natured or cynical#or calm or prone to anger stuff like that i mean by what he was personally#and then tor is jaster was wrecked by guilt and couldn't contain his own passions#brings a lot to think about#i wish we could learn more about those two before war but alas i doubt disney will even bother and tbh i wouldn't want it touch#jaster and tor anyway#mandalorians#death watch#true mandalorians
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I did see that you're getting a bit tired of TADC asks, so feel free to put this on the back burner or ignore it entirely. That said, the TADC cast w/ a reader who has anger issues. (The reader isn't mean or a jerk, they just have emotions that are difficult to control so they can be prone to lashing out.)
TADC cast x reader who has anger issues!
uuhuhuh! this post is mostly just a lot of the characters and the reader communicating and all that because we love a thriving relationship in this house!! so apologies if some of the segments come off as.... repeating..
written as neither romantic or platonic, up to you really
CAINE:
very good at taking you away from the situation thats making you angry; i mean the dude can teleport, so getting you away from somewhere is not an issue for him... however, if you would rather he make up some excuse so its less.. embarrassing..? (this goes for other instances of intense emotion/overstimulation! bro is a king!) he will make up a scenario where youre needed elsewhere so it naturally look like you.... have to be needed... you know? basically a "mom can you say no to this so i can say you said no because i dont want to do this social thing with someone?" energy. or maybe im weird... probably defends himself if you lash out at him, but he wont lash out back. just pushing that hes not the reason youre upset (of course if this is a scenario where hes innocent) he cares about you a lot and he doesnt like seeing you this way, so its likely that hes going to power through it and help you calm down and find a solution... though if you need alone time, youre going to have to tell him as he might not be able to pick up on your body language and hints
POMNI:
probably a little intimated when you get heated about something. should stress that shes not scared of you but you can get a little intense. tries to make a list of things to help you with regulating your emotions... though given that pomni seems to be more of an anxious person rather than an angry on, some of her stuff may not work... maybe? breathing exercises definitely work, as well as detaching yourself from the scene... actually, i think pomni might be pretty solid with calming you down. as for lashing out, i dont think she would be able to stop herself from getting at least a little bit offended, especially if shes just trying to help. please be sure to apologize to her and make it up to her, lashing out at innocent parties isnt okay. hell, lashing out at guilty parties isnt okay too sometimes (this is more of a case by case thing, obviously)
RAGATHA:
very patient but i dont think she would stand for you lashing out at her when shes trying to help. very careful about not pissing you off and stresses communication between the two of you and is able to read when you need some alone time. to the lashing out thing, if you (verbally) attack her for no reason its definitely going to hurt but she knows better than to respond with anger... maybe... really depends on how shes doing and what you said. will either anger you further or make you see youre kind of being an ass to an innocent party, you know?
thinks... pretty good if you need someone to rant or vent to, very open and always offers an ear to you. tries to come up with solutions so you can avoid situations where you become angry, as well as coming up with stress relieving activities to calm you down. 10/10 love ragatha
JAX:
honestly between all the characters hes going to be the one whos going to be pushing your buttons the most. sure he cares about you, but youre not totally immune to his bullshit, you know? like yeah hes less annoying when it comes to you, but he still acts like a douchebag most of the time and pranks you every now and then. i think thats an issue for another post, though, soooooo.... so basically you getting irritated and eventually totally pissed off with jax isnt that rare of an occurrence and since jax isnt the most emotionally mature hes probably going to make a joke of it until he kind of. realizes hes actually causing issues. then he finally drops it and leaves you be. smart enough to know that you need some time to cool off, will at least make an attempt to apologize or make it up to you. probably the worst out of the bunch to have as a partner since he hardly takes shit seriously or with care... this is all coming from someone who enjoys jax, buuuuuuuuuut yk?
KINGER:
honestly the king of comfort, and i think this still applies to non-sadness/anxiety emotions. would be taken aback when you lash out at him? yes, but he will try not to be offended. bros mind is clear when he notices youre so much as slightly upset and hes working on trying to find a solution. takes you to his pillow fort. i dont think he would ask for an apology if you lash out at him unless you say something truly horrible; feels as though you were vulnerable and werent in the right frame of mind... honestly really understanding about it because he cares about you a lot, you know? not much else to be said; tries to dethatch you from the thing thats setting you off, tries to calm you down, and takes verbal lashings with grace.. though i do think some of his patience may chip if its a constant thing. but i think thats a side thing because anyones patience and understanding can only go so far, and ultimately this is an issue the reader themselves is going to have to work on
ZOOBLE:
the most likely to argue back with you if you needlessly lash out at them. zooble takes no bullshit, and if theyre trying to help you and you get onto them for trying to be a good partner/friend then they arent going to be nice about it. like i think they would say some stuff back, before sulking off. this one is definitely going to need to take a lot of time. its not so much that zooble does bad with conflict in the case of "they shut down" its more a "they can possibly instigate it due to them getting caught in their own emotions" soooooo.... you BOTH are going to need to talk about this and smooth it over if you want the relationship to last. communication and shit is key, guys. obviously this can get very heated and drawn out if zooble was innocent and just trying to help, even more so than if zooble was actually the problem. because in that case, then zooble can understand that they did something wrong and at least deserved it a little... but if they actually did nothing and were just trying to help you? no, thats not going to slide with them...
GANGLE:
okay now gangle is the "freezes up and perhaps even flees" when there is conflict, so if you lash out at her shes probably going to get really upset (like sad and feel guilty) even if she knows that she has done nothing wrong and youre upset at something else. not so much as she SUCKS at offering a distraction or means of calming you down, but she.... isnt the best at calming down a really ticked off person.... might just wait for you to cool down... if you said something mean to her please remember to apologize because knowing gangle, shes not going to ask for one out of fear that she might be pushing, or she might outright believe she doesnt deserve one. though i think that might be self projection WHOOPSIE
#tadc x reader#the amazing digital circus x reader#digital circus x reader#caine x reader#pomni x reader#ragatha x reader#jax x reader#kinger x reader#zooble x reader#gangle x reader
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How they deal with you when you’re emotional:
Final Fantasy VII
Warnings: Language, 18+, talking about mental health
A/n: This is my first time writing for this blog so bear with me. Idk if it’s going to be an active blog, but I got so much FF7 stuff I made and haven’t posted so I’m just going to drop it here lol 💀 hope you enjoy.
Also gifs aren’t mine.
Yazoo:
His answer to seeing you emotional will always be space.
It pisses him off to see you upset but not in a, "Oh my poor baby" way, but more of a "I don't want their ass being moody because that kills my mood, and it's annoying that they can't even calm the fuck down to tell me what's wrong right now." Way… 💀
So in a way he cares... but overall, he just wants things to be “normal” so he can continue on with his usual ways of life peacefully.
Once you calm the hell down, he'll come to you with maybe a tissue and a glass of water (so that your not snorting your own snot every thirty seconds) and he'll ask you what happened.
If your having an emotional outburst due to something like someone pissing you off, or your in physical pain and/or mental pain, he'll go into action to make sure its immediately taken care of ether that be dragging you to a doctor, or taking care of who bothered you.
If it's something having to do with something minor like a movie or book making you cry, then he very much will not be comforting you. You not being able to handle something fictional or even something based on real life (true crime, etc) is your own fault.
Maybe if said book is a work of Non-fiction and it was genuinely fucked up, he might add two cents and validate you on why your pissed but don't expecting him to cuddle and love you, and wipe your tears.
If it has to do with family stuff however, his reactions vary depending on the type of family situation, but he'll definitely try to be more comforting in the sense of not outright leaving you immediately despite it making him uncomfortable.
Kadaj:
Unlike Yazoo who walks away because he's not in the mood to deal with you in your upset state, he walks away because he knows how he gets when he's like this.
The last thing he would want was someone to see him at his lowest, and he feels it'll make you less prone to getting in this state if you don't have someone constantly comforting you.
Doesn't mean he isn't concerned however.
He'll find you after awhile and ask for a detailed explanation as to why you were so upset and like Yazoo, he goes into action.
If it's more on mental or physical side of an issue, he may offer some advice as to what he knows instead of wordlessly getting things set up for you, like Yazoo would.
If it's something minor, he's definitely annoyed but feels better knowing it's not something threatening.
"Why would you watch/read something like that when it clearly states in the description that it's that sort of (movie/show/book, etc)?" He’ll ask, probably rolling his eyes as he does so.
"Don't get anymore of this if your not going to be able to control your emotions."
Again, his reactions would vary depending on the family situations, because he does have some knowledge and experience when it comes to that, but he'd definitely be more comforting.
Loz:
Unlike either of his brothers, he immediately is standing up, looking at you like “what the fuck happened?"
Considering he could give less of a fuck about where and who he gets emotional with, you being upset in front of him doesn't phase him. It's just he wants to know what and/or who made this way.
In a way, he also wants to be there with you while you're in this state because he feels like he's the one who's constantly over emotional in front you, and so to him, it's like an "even" thing when it finally happens.
Not so much even, but he feels more comfortable being emotional when you are considering his brothers are far from emotional unless it's anger they’re displaying.
Surprisingly, he gives good mental advice if it has to do with mental health. Physical is something he'd have to get a second opinion on if that was the case, but regardless he's trying to help.
Uncomfortable with straight up cuddling (as are his brothers 💀), but he'll sit with you in either silence or try to talk to you to help you calm down.
If the reason for your emotional outburst has to do with something media like, he'll probably watch/read it to see if it'll give him that reaction too but most likely not. In that case he’ll probably shrug, a small smirk coming on his face because he can’t help but to feel in a sense more emotionally mature for once, but he’ll refrain from rubbing it in until your calm enough to handle his teasing.
If it's family, then he'll definitely listen and even end up throwing a situation that he's went through that's similar, once you finish and validate you on how your feeling. Overall, out of the three, he’s probably the best choice to talk to.
Bonus:
Sephiroth:
For the sake of this, I’ll be using C.C/Reunion Sephiroth. The remnants are still fairly new, and are adapting which is why I feel like they wouldn’t be out right evil in how they handle people they are acquainted with or have a more personal relationship with’s, emotional outburst.
Sephiroth is tricky when it comes to others having emotional outburst… as a war general, he’s used to seeing the effects of and after battle take toll on people and how they may become mentally vulnerable from it, and because of that he can be very indifferent and can come off a little harsh when he’s “comforting” those around him.
“Control yourself. This won’t be the first time you face obstacles such as these, so there’s no use in crying.”
If this is a situation outside of his usual work element however, he’d definitely feel conflicted on how to proceed.
Like his two other counterparts, I feel he’d separate himself from them due to randomly being thrown in this position. More so to keep himself calm.
I mean if we look back at C.C, he seemed fairly uncomfortable with Zack getting upset about the situation at hand, despite it being a dire one. So he’d definitely be further unraveled by someone having an outburst about something he may view as minuscule.
If it’s something having to do with someone bothering you, he’d have a quick reaction.
“Consider it taken care of.” He’d say stiffly, before hightailing it away from you to deal with whoever it was, hoping by the time he returned to brief you on what happened, you’d be more stable.
If it was mental or physical, like Kadaj he’d offer some advice on what he knew, but would ultimately do the more rational thing and suggest you speak to a doctor and/or therapist for your problems.
Again, going off from what we saw, C.C Sephiroth isn’t someone who really likes to be touched (despite him being so handsy in the remake 💀) so don’t be expecting a hug or for him to hold you or anything.
One time, a cadet was upset and he tried to force himself to do something other than stiffly telling them to get over it… he awkwardly held his hand out, and patted them… on the head.
While it did stop them from crying, the looks he got from those around him definitely made him reconsider ever offering physical comfort again. (He was trying though 😭)
If it’s something having to do with media, whether it be fictional or not, he’d simply shrug and tell you not read/watch those things if you couldn’t stomach it.
Family isn’t something he really has a grasp on, but he knows it’s important, and for your sake will try to listen and give his thoughts as best as he can for the sake of comfort.
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how would the main 8 react to you saying something hurtful to them in argument
(Hetalia Main 8 x Reader) S/O Says Something Hurtful in an Argument
(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N this is from almost a month ago but u guys r being. So enthusiastic about the stuff i make that . i. Like. there i sMany more. Sore yr about it taking so fuckin long whoopsies
Trigger Warning: Angst, toxic relationships. It’s not that intense though.
“I was just trying to help you-”
“You can’t help anyone, because you can’t think of anyone but yourself!”
Instead of acting like a hurt adult, Alfred is going to act like a hurt child.
Although he’s not crying, it’s clear he’s on the verge on tears while he yells. Once you say something like that, he’s turning up the volume 100%. In his mind, if he can’t hear you, you can’t say something so awful again.
Plus, he’s so overwhelmed with emotion, he can’t do anything but spew petty insults. Once his feelings are seriously hurt, there’s no rational thinking in that argument anymore.
Although he may not seem it, he’s pretty sensitive. It’s not that hard to strike at his weak points and send him spiralling (just because of the power you hold over him.) And once he’s done that spiral, there’s nothing left for him to do but cry and yell.
“What, you’re trying to tell me I deserved this?!”
“God, Arthur! I should’ve listened to what everyone said about you, your family was right!”
Although normally he may just try to escape the situation, in that case, he’s staying to fight. Once you hurt his feelings, he’s pissed off beyond belief.
See, like Alfred, he never really learned how to actually deal with his feelings. Instead of telling you how he feels, how you’re wrong, or just to stop, he’ll just yell over you as much as he can. Although he may be more capable of listening to reason, it’s hard to get through his bombardment of manipulation tactics.
He’ll play the victim, act like he’s done nothing wrong, and throw everything back in your face. Anything to keep his mind on anger, and off of the tears welling in his eyes. Maybe just give him some space, and then he’ll try to apologize.
“How can I trust you when you do things like that?!”
“Ugh, I can’t stand you! You’re always so clingy!”
He’s not even gonna try to be coherent when you something like that. As soon as he’s hurt, here come the waterworks.
As you probably know, he’s very sensitive. So any argument ends up like walking on eggshells. Once he calms down, at least a little, you could talk to him reasonably, But then, he’s even more prone to emotional outbursts. He doesn’t intend to, but he always ends up acting the victim.
So basically, fights have to be super civil or else he’s gonna freak out. Then you have to deal with crying Francis. Immediately. Because you aren’t getting anything else out of him unless you try to backtrack as soon as possible.
“How was I supposed to know it’d go like that-”
“You always talk about your ‘wisdom’” you say mockingly, “but you don’t know anything about the real world!”
Despite a slight raise in tone, it’s hard to tell that what you said really hurt him. He doesn’t even skip a beat- it’s just right into the fight. Even though he’s trying to grapple with the reality of what you said silently…
He won’t get emotional. If anything, he’ll dispute your insult just as he would any other point you made. But afterwards, when all is said and done, he’ll be a little more sensitive.
Luckily, he’ll actually talk to you about it later. Which is a whole lot easier for both of you. He knows that you can say things that you don’t mean in the heat of the moment, just as he does. Although it hurt his feelings, he tries not to take it too personally.
“I didn’t realize that that would-”
“You know, it’s no goddamn surprise that everyone’s so scared of you!”
Ivan has no problem comforting what you said head on. As soon as you say anything of the sort, he’s quieting. Stepping back from you, he’ll ask “How could you say that?”
Weirdly enough, having his feelings hurt seems to snap him out of anything other than all-encompassing sadness. Any other thing you two were fighting about is immediately out of mind as he questions whether you actually meant your hurtful comment.
And he’ll probably expect you to calm down too. If you continue yelling at him while he tries to register what you truly meant, he’s probably going to either completely shut down or just… leave. For an extended period of time, too.
Even if you resolve the issue in the moment, for a while, he’s going to remain a little upset. It’s definitely going to… alter your relationship just as it changed his view of you.
“I-I didn’t mean it-”
“You may have dated hundreds of women, but I’m finding it very hard to believe you really loved any of them!”
Although it may seem as if it didn’t faze him, that belief lasts only a moment. Feliciano is a sensitive man, after all.
First, he yells. Louder than you’ve ever heard him before. Everything comes spewing out of him at a speed you can barely register, high-pitched as ever. Then, he stops. Regardless of whether you keep speaking or not, he just stops responding.
He’ll try to leave the situation, in any way. Walking away, cutting you off, playing music over your voice, anything. He’ll try to end the confrontation. Which seems frustrating, until you see him start to cry. Even if he wasn’t in the wrong, through sobs, he’ll try desperately to apologize. He can’t believe you’d say something like that…
He’ll listen still while crying, but it won’t do much until you try comforting him. Which, thankfully, always works. After that, he may be more ready to have a civil discussion with you. Even if he’s still a little hurt.
“I was just trying to make sure everything went right!”
“Everyone thinks you’re a pain in the ass, and now I can see why!”
He won’t cry, he won’t scream, he’ll just become… eerily quiet. It seems as if your hurtful words immediately destroyed any spirit left in him to argue.
Although you can’t see anything stark on his face, it’ll be obvious quickly that you seriously hurt his feelings. Considering how much it injured him, it’ll range from complete monotony, with short awkward sentences to him just leaving.
He doesn’t really know how to react, so he just… doesn’t. It’s hard for him to register what you truly meant by that. It’s probably better that he processes it alone rather than you immediately backtracking and trying to comfort him…
“You’re being unreasonable! Listen to yourself!”
“Ugh, if you’re gonna be like that, maybe you should’ve kept living all alone in that room!”
This’ll be one of the few moments that Kiku truly and drastically reacts to something you did. He’ll first stare in disbelief, unable to process what you’ve said. But after that, he’s more pissed off than ever. How could you disrespect him like that?
Of course, he’d rather not admit that why he’s really mad is because you really hurt him… he’d rather make it a “bigger picture” issue. He might not be able to admit it to himself… that would require releasing how much power you hold over him in that respect.
Although he won’t become irrational and erratic, it’s clear you crossed the line. Now problems from before, problems you thought you had resolved, are being brought into the fray. You’re in for a long night…
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Hello! Could I get a romantic matchup for twst? I understand that there might be a ton of other requests, so take all the time you need :))
I'm an INFJ 1w9, Libra! I tend to change the way I act depending on the person I'm talking to, and I have this bad habit of saying what others want to hear instead of saying my own opinion,, I'm also quiet reserved most of the time. (my friends' first impression of me was that I was intimidating?? 😭) I try to keep up a good image most of the time, but I'm naturally very clumsy so my efforts are futile 😔 with the people I'm comfortable with, I'm a lot more enthusiastic! I end up being the one rambling about my interests to them and apparently I joke a lot with them. During school breaks I prefer staying in my room hanging out by myself. I get very tired of interacting with people (not that I don't like them, i just get tired!) and I need time to recover. I'm also a pretty hard worker and people say I push myself too hard sometimes 😅 I'm generally someone who's calm and not very prone to anger, but once I do get angry everything just starts to spill out.
In my free time, I like making art and do creative writing! . And if I'm not doing that, then I'm probably busy reading a book, playing RPG/Rhythm games or watching anime :) I also like to indulge myself in new knowledge? For example if I don't know much about Chinese mythology I'd end up just researching and learning more about it for hoursssss until I get a good grasp of it I really like well-written stories, RPG + rhythm games, all kinds of animals, coffee, art supplies, museums, aquariums, libraries/bookstores and shopping <3 I dislike overwhelming situations (like a loud party or fireworks) and people who are rude and inconsiderate for no reason,,
As for a partner, I'd like someone who's wits can keep up with mine, have a great sense of humor, and is willing to listen to me and understand me without judgement either— A sense of security would be nice. My love language is gift giving + words of affirmation, while I'd prefer to receive quality time and acts of service!
I'm so sorry for writing so much 😭 thank you in advance!
I match you with...
IDIA SHROUD
What a shocker, hm? I chose Idia for you because of your shared interests and characteristics. I would've chosen Lilia, except I wondered if you'd prefer a more quiet company (who isn't surrounded by figures like those in Diasomnia). However, I did have a hard time, as Idia is pretty hardcore when it comes to his shut-in-ness.
Despite Idia saying that he'd want nothing to do with romance, we'll just say that he was a little bit emotional due to what happened in the ghost bride event, and ignore this.
Idia is the type of guy to not interact with others, and prefer to stay in his room, and since you enjoy spending time in your room, you could possibly stay in the same room and recharge together, but that's just an idea.
Gaming? RPGs? Anime? Sign him right up. Expect to go on anime binges with him, or spend the night playing games with him. While you might not be as hardcore as he is when it comes to these things, spending time with him will be satisfying, even if he would get rather embarrassed.
In the start of the relationship, it might not come as a surprise if Idia can barely look you in the eyes. I mean, someone like you with someone like him? He wouldn't be able to understand it. However, once further along in the relationship, it would be much easier to have a conversation with him.
Idia, when in the zone, can be a great conversationalist, taking some inspiration from the dating sims he plays, he'll try to do some "cringy romance stuff" if that's something you'd want, but please don't expect too much from this poor shut-in.
He most likely won't go on outings with you, but he'll gladly send Ortho with you if you need the company. You'll likely end up spending quite a lot of time with Ortho when you go outside. You'll need to accommodate for Idia's agoraphobia, but all in all, it should be a fulfilling relationship if you don't mind going into the family business with him.
Thank you for the request!! Sorry it's a tad short, I hope you enjoyed it!
Other character(s) considered: Lilia, Silver
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Steven helping when you're stressed over a bad friend
Steven Grant x gn!reader
Summary: You are having issues with some friends during finals week and need Steven's assurance.
A/N I literally am having issues with some internet friends right now. Unlike many of my scenarios in my life I turn into fics, I didn't have to deal with this alone. After our last final (yay!!!) me and my friend met up and she talked me to. A lot of Steven's lines are what she said to me, in a more Steven way. I won't go into details, just a few things I think a lot of people can relate too. Anyway, here you go. Not event agging anyone bc this is literally just for me to vent out my feelings.
Warnings: toxic friendships, manipulation (not sure if that's clear here but just incase), brief mentions of anger issues and I wouldn't call it relationship problems, but normal couple stuff the system had to work through together. References to a friend who says concerning stuff, you can take this to mean threats of harming one self, comments about excessive drinking or drug use, or any other harmful behavior. Point is, said person is known to say and do things, and uses it to manipulate reader.
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"Love, are you alright?" Steven watched you watching Community from the other side of the couch, instead of your usual spot next to him.
You scoff, a little meaner than you mean. "No, Steven, I'm not" You said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Steven simply waits, trusting you'll realize you were being rude. And you did. You sigh, turning to him. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. That was unnecessary. There was no need for me to be sarcastic." Steven and Jake had been working with you and Marc about regulating your high emotions. They allowed you grace when you went too far, as long as you recognize when you were being mean. As you requested, they didn’t let you or Marc get away with being rude, and the two of you tried to ask for space when you needed time to calm down and the others were coming on too strong.What had started as mediation between you and Marc, who both were prone to anger outbursts, had turned into general work that you and Marc, Jake and Steven had to put into for the sake of everyone's relationships. It was working out well, and the four of you were finding the way to manage things together, as a team.
"Can you tell me what you are feeling right now?" Steven asked, ever patient.
Of course, you knew the next part, naming your emotions. "I'm feeling frustrated, overwhelmed, and maybe a little unseen."
His brow furrowed at that. "Unseen by who? Us? I mean, me?"Steven’s work involved not trying to speak for the others, unless asked to.
You shake your head, smiling a bit. There had been a time where maybe you had felt like Steven didn't see you, didn't get you, that only Marc in his anger and Jake in his chaos were the only ones who ever got how you felt, but as you worked through the bumps with Steven, you came to realize that he didn't have to know exactly what you were feeling or had been through to see you. "No baby, with my friends. Between finals and the recent... I don't know if I can even call it drama, I just feel like a lot is going on right now." You last final was tomorrow, and Jake had convinced you to put the books down and take a mental break. The best cook in the house, he made you diner, you ate with Marc, and now were winding down with Steven, hoping a good night's sleep would benefit you more than staying up all night studying.
Steven nodded. "You hadn't mentioned anything was going on with your friends, love, can you tell me what's going on"
"Yeah" You pause a bit. "Can I lay on your lap, Steven? I'm tired"
Steven's warm smile reached his brown eyes "Of course, sweetheart" He reached out for you and you lay down on his perfectly thick thigh as he plays with your head.
"It's Jenna. She's saying that stuff again. A lot of us have reached out to her, but she won't really reply. She'll make these concerning posts for days and not talk to us." You had your phone to Steven to read the things she's said. You've known Jenna for years, but recently as a friend she hasn't been the best, but whenever you try to distance yourself from her, she'll start making these threats, concerning you, drawing you back in.
Steven handed you your phone bad, looking upset. "That's a lot, I see why you're worried. And no one can get a hold of her?"
You shake your head. "But she'll post other stuff on snap chat where she's fine. I don't know what to do anymore. She does this so much and I'm exhausted. She won't accept my help, and I know, I knooooow it's not that easy but I don't know what else to"
Steven leaned over and kissed your head "I know you want to help, you always do, but she's an adult, she has to make her own choices."
"I know, I just feel responsible. She keeps calling me her best fiend so everyone keeps looking to me for answers with her but I just don't know. I don't want to be friends anymore but everyone sees her as this precious, perfect person and can do no wrong, but she's mean, Steven. And I know I can be mean but-"
Steven gently shushed you. "You don't try to be mean, you always apologize, and you always try to do better. I remember her making fun of your phone background, even after you tried to change the subject"
You had interests that some people considered niche, like a damn near obsession with James Dean, who you changed to your phone background to. When Jenna had seen it, she relentlessly teased you for days every time your screen lit up, until you changed it back to you and Jake.
"Yeah... and she said I have a giant forhead. Which is technically true, but she didn't have to say it." you agreed, exhausted from this week.
Steven continued playing with your hair. "I know it's hard, because I know you want so badly for everyone to like you, but it's just not realistic. She might just need to get mad and stop talking to you"
"What if she turns my other friends against me?"
"Well, then maybe they weren't that good of friends in the first place"
"Steven-"
He raised his hands in mock defeat. "I know! I know, I know it's easier said than done, but just do what you can to separate yourself, and me and the boys will be here to help you in whatever way we can, alright love?"
You nod against the skin of his leg, feeling the hair tickle your face. "Okay, I'll try, thank you Steven" You kissed his kneecap.
Steven pulled a blanket over you, and you feel sleep pulling you in as the Community paintball episode opened "And for what it's worth, love, we think it's very hard not to like you."
"even when I'm being a bitch?" You mumble, already half alseep from exhaustion.
"Even when you're having a bad day" Steven clarifies, never wanting to feed into your negetive self-talk.
"I love you Steven"
"I love you too, darling. Go to sleep, I already set an alarm, I'll take you to bed in a bit"
Whatever you said next was incomprehensible as you fell into the first goodnights sleep you'd had since thanksgiving break.
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anyway, there we go. As you can see, I've had a bit of a time with a friend, needed to get this out.
on the brightside I finished my last final today, so now I can go stress about this friend who refuses to answer my texts or messages.
#steven grant#steven grant x reader#steven grant x reader comfort#angst#not even tagging much bc it doesnt matter#this was so self indulgent
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2, 10, 14, and 24 for all 💖
this was far more depressing then i wanted it to be my bad lol
Jolt
Jolt has crippling anxiety. He hides it really well under a very thick layering of anger, sarcasm and apathy, but once it's stripped away he'd likely be prone to regular panic attacks.
Also, He's suprisingly great with kids. He's a great teacher and mentor, having a lot of expericence on his resume; and in 'pre-war' or 'irl' situation he'd probably have become a teacher or guideance councelor.
I have had Jolt in many AU's. He's been half dragon demon, a ghost, a zombue ghost, and also a cyberpunk mercenary. so i cant really think of many more AU's id like to put him in. ( this goes for all of them, rikki having had the least and jolt the most. Bux and Keres are actually split from the same oc, and you can see various peices of the them throughout the (many) years, if I could find my old sketchbooks.)
Cold and unfeeling. He wants to be preceived as a force to not to be reckoned with, something not to fuck with. He'd like his enimies and oppenents to be near pissing themselves at the sight of him.
If his parents never left the farm, or stayed in Arizona with the NCR, He likely would have stayed a farmhand, or possibly a trader. He would have probably lived a suprisingly normal life.
If he'd stayed with his siblings ( i cant spoil to much can I?) he'd still be with them, and again, would have had a surprisingly normal life with a slightly less traumatic past.
Bux
Bux is pretty open about all of his feelings, but he's got a very bitter side to him. he puts out a stupid goofy manic persona but he's very bitter and angry. maybe not the most hidden thing, I guess? but it's a very toxic, seething bitterness that if he didnt have any support or crutch would likely make Jolt's bitter persona look silly.
same again. I even made him an alien, twice. I'd say irl for him but ngl i basically ripped myself in half to make jolt and bux, so his irl life is basically just… my own… (farm, abusive parents, running away, drugs, mental health issues, its not really fun irl i guess?)
Depends on the person, he likes to be seen as a goofy funny guy to people he likes, but to people he doesnt he'd rather … not be seen by them.
When his parents divorced, (this comes up pretty early on so it's not much of a spoiler) he'd either have lived a normal life or still ended up with Keres and the others if his mother had taken him with her. ( btw by normal i mean as normal for that environment as possible)
Keres
Keres has the least amount of trauma of the enitre group. They still struggle, however. (lmao, me, with untraumatized characters? never.) hwoever, they have the healthiest coping mechanism, facing this stuff head on.
Keres never technically had a cyberpunk phase, nor a ghost phase. they were still a demon, when i split them and bux apart, and then later when i fused them back together ( and apart again) they remained the same. I'd love to speculate on an irl version of them though.
as a teacher or mentor, a guide. Alternatively, as an equal.
Keres' and Rikki's backstory are both pretty still un talked about by me, but without spoiling anything, Keres would have likely become a leader of their group. Their life would have still likely mimicked what it is now just more calm. (they kinda end up the same in every path.)
Rikki
this poor baby where to start? genuinly the most trauma of the entire group. (haha im so fuckin not sorry) she's the only one who genuinly uses drugs to medicate herself and not just to get high. She can't handle being cornered, confrontation, correction, it'll break her.
But she's also a suprising confidant. Her own pain makes her easy to vent to, and she'd keep any secret completely under lock and key.
10: same again. rikki was a ghost, demon, vampire, and while she was never technically made into a cyberpunky character i have others that kinda fill her place. still would like to see an offical version now. im not good with au's i guess?
14: happy and friendly. healthy, okay, fine, all good, nothing wrong.
If not for the events that led to her being where she is now she'd be dead. everyone else is on a 'dark' version of their own paths in this story. Rikki is on the best path her life could have gone.
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A hug and chicken noodle soup: Takashi x Reader
Feel better @ohshcscenerios <3
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Maybe love was as simple as a hug and chicken noodle soup.
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Takashi Morinozuka x Reader
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: None
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Takashi was not used to being disobeyed.
The national martial arts champion, head of his own security firm, and father of three was used to holding power in his massive hands, for the room to fall silent at his command. He made the decisions, though with valid input from others, but he was the top dog, the one on whose authority they relied. Respect emanated from his veins, care and courage were his pedestal. When he gave an order, it was for the greater good of his company, or the safety of those he loved.
So when he returned home to find you washing the dishes, he was absolutely livid.
Not at your disobedience, per se. He was used to your sass, your jokes, your spitfire ways. Fourteen years of marriage would do that to a person, especially one as easygoing as him. But at your abject defiance, going against his advice for your own good--did you not trust him?
“What are you doing?”
You dropped the cup you were washing, the water splashing against your apron and the wall in retaliation. Soap bubbles clung to your arms, and with your deer-in-headlights stare, one would have thought he had just caught you stealing the Hope Diamond rather than just a simple chore.
“Takashi, I…” you sputter, wiping strands of hair away from your face. They had escaped from the bundle atop your head and creased your neck and forehead, though sticking with sweat or water he couldn’t be sure. If it were sweat, so help him, he was going to tie you down to the bed himself.
He left the shadows of the threshold and walked noiselessly towards you, groceries weighing heavily in his hands. You dare not move, pinned to the spot by his steely gaze. Your husband was a quiet man, not often prone to outbursts of emotions despite a wildly passionate heart. But like a predator towards prey, he came closer, until you saw the disappointment lining his brow.
Disappointment was always worse than anger.
But when he approached you, so close you could feel the energy radiating off his skin, so close but not touching, all that was left in his eyes was concern, a worried quirk on his lips that left knots in your stomach. Kindness framed him as he set down the groceries, took a towel, and wiped down your arms, leaving them soft and dry.
“I thought I told you to get some rest, love,” he whispered.
You swallowed, wincing at the ache in your throat. “I tried, I really did, but this was the only time I could get some chores done,” you whined. “The kids are with your parents this weekend, and it’s finally quiet and I can do stuff without worrying about watching them--”
“My parents took the children because you’re sick,” he responded, voice measured and even. His tone was stark, hands lingering on your wrist. Not tight enough to bruise, but enough to remind you of his strength. “You need to rest. I told you I would do the dishes once I got back.”
“But I--”
“Darling.”
His eyes flickered with hurt, and though he was never a man prone to begging, he would do anything to stop you hurting. Every weak inhale you took he felt in his own lungs, trapped and weak and congested. With the raging fever you were sporting this morning, it was a wonder you were even standing right now.
With a sigh, you let the dish fall into the puddle and stepped off your footstool--everything in this house was freakishly tall to accommodate his height--as he untied your apron, hanging it on the peg behind you. While his hands wandered around your waist, enjoying how you felt in his embrace, he bent to press a kiss behind your ear.
“I hate it when you’re hurting,” he murmured.
His warm voice broke through the gauze wrapping around your brain, and you sighed, relaxing against his chest. So warm, the only stable thing in your swimming vision.
“There’s nothing you can do about it,” you said.
“Yes there is.” He scooped you up in his arms, bridal style, and smashed his mouth against your neck, kissing and nuzzling your sweaty skin. “Go to bed, and I’ll make you some soup.”
Despite your squeals, broken and congested before they left your mouth, hiccupped and weak, you didn’t push him away, finally letting him baby you into bed. He walked seamlessly to your bedroom and pulled back the covers with you still clinging to his neck. As he lowered you down, you could have cried at how soft the sheets felt, cool silk against your sore muscles, warmth immediately drawing you into sleep. He layered the blankets on top of you before walking to the other side of the bed, climbing in and drawing the sheets around him before spooning you back against his chest.
His arms were rapture in and of themselves, an escape from your burning head and weak lungs, so tight and strong that you knew he would keep you safe from any sickness trying to harm you. His gentle breaths against your ear calmed your heart, tickling that part of your brain that sparked with love. Even as his lips traveled across your cheek you could barely find the energy to scold him.
“Taka,” you whined, as seriously as your hoarse voice would let you. “Stop...you’ll get sick…”
“I’ll be fine,” he whispered, smooth and comforting like chocolate or rain. Another kiss to your temple, slicking down to the underside of your jaw. “My body has been through worse.”
Though that much was true, it still irritated you. How could he reprimand you for disobeying him and then not even listen when you do the same?
“‘S not the same,” you mumble. “Being shot is a different kind of pain, I’d imagine.”
Takashi chuckled against your neck. Your mind traced over the diagram of his body, the scars stretching across his chest and neck, dyeing his hands and striping through his legs. His line of work was dangerous, full of deceit and corruption, but you knew he’d never have it any other way. “You’re right, my love. A bullet hurts like hell.” He wrapped you so tight you almost couldn’t breathe, but you welcomed the loving suffocation. “But I’d take them all over again if it meant you and our little ones were safe.”
Grisly and gruesome though his words were, they comforted you, lulled you into the security that he worked so hard to provide. Though you prayed it would never come to it, you knew he would lay down his life in a second to ensure yours or your children’s happiness. He even showed his love in less extreme ways--for example, forcing you to rest, holding you as you slept, even at the risk of his own health.
Over and over again you were amazed at the selfless love of the man you married.
Before you could even stop it, the tears were falling from your eyes, stinging the hot skin of your cheeks. Your heart felt full to bursting, and its hammering through your chest didn’t help at all. The world felt full of sunlight yet you clinched your eyes shut to keep in the tears, but they didn’t fool him.
Takashi felt you shake and quickly turned you over onto your back, laying you beneath him as he hovered above, one hand wiping your tears as the other held fast to your waist. “Look at me,” he whispered, the urgency in his voice making your eyes pop open. He stroked your cheek, running his finger along your nose, cooing and shushing until your gaze met his. And as soon as you saw that beautiful smile split his tan face, you knew everything would be okay.
“There she is,” he whispered, tenderly stroking beneath your eye. “Does it hurt that badly?”
“No,” you whispered. “It’s not the fever. It’s the feeling of being loved so terribly.”
Never a man of words, he furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I love you so, so much.” A dry sob creases out your throat. “I’m so glad I married you, and I’m so glad you’re the father of my kids, and I’m so glad I not only know, but get to love such a wonderful man for the rest of my life.”
He chuckled at your delirious confession, words he had all heard before but sounded more tender in the context of your sickness. Such tenderness in your voice soothed the aches and quells of his body, the wounds he had sustained inside and out during his life, until all that was left was you with a rag and antiseptic and a bandage. He adored you so deeply that though he wanted to hear you say more, it was imperative that you rest.
“I’m so blessed to have you by my side. I love you,” he whispered, giving you a gentle kiss. He frowned at how hot your lips were and resigned himself for the afternoon. “Go to sleep, beloved. When you wake, I’ll make you soup.”
“Okay,” you mumbled, the crying finally tuckering you out. Pliantly, you rolled back over onto your side, and he laid back behind you, guiding your head to rest against his bicep and laying his other arm over your waist. As you drifted back off to sleep, you could only think of one thing.
Love really could be as simple as a hug and chicken noodle soup.
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Kofi
#ouran high school host club#takashi morinozuka#takashi x reader#mori x reader#takashi morinozuka x reader#ohshc
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💥Bakugo headcanons
A/n: Hi welcome to my first head-canon post I will be doing more on other characters but I hope you enjoy
Warnings: none just some bakugou habits
Enjoy 😉
• king of the world let me live another day and I'm here to make it everyone's problem
•king of woke up and chose violence
• he's one cocky son a bitch. It somehow made it 10x more attractive and he KNOWS it
• even though he's cocky he can back up every word that he utters. Hes good at cooking, fighting, playing instruments- basically just being himself. Yknow what I mean?
•king of weird ass nicknames
•I feel like. Hear me out on this. That bakugo loves fighting video games. Mans mains scorpion in mortal combat.
• I think since bakugo is always been super focused of hero things that he's not super used to relationship stuff? Idk I just think he's not used to being loved.
• he has dimples
• likes to wear bulky rings!
•doc martens (or combat boots) or maybe some white/orange high top converse
•I think he smells like something sugary?dark chocolate and a campfire maybe (s'mores anyone??)
•The reason I say not Caramel is because I just don't see it.. nitroglycerin is odorless and plus plus
His quirk says that he sweat a nitroglycerin-like substance.
•he's a clean and neat person, I mean he is a teenager and probably is a little messy but he enjoys things being more neat. It help clears his brain. Gives him some calmness in all of his crazyness
• people say that his pride will be his down fall but he will never have a downfall
• I know I made it seem Likes he's perfect he's not. He has his flaws like everyone else but that what makes him perfect in his own way.
•he has a really hard time seeing that. He thinks that he shouldn't have any flaws and if he does he's not perfect.
• two words Inferiority complex.
•He has a Taurus personality
• Taurus personality:
They have a strong desire for extravagance, contentment, and great things, which can lead to intense neediness. Taurus natives like the Bull who represents their sign, are prone to anger, but once enraged, they can be terrifying. (Remind you of anyone?)
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#bnha bakugou#bakugo katuski#my hero imagines#my hero academia#kirishima imagine#bakugou imagine#bakugo smut#bakugo headcanons#my hero headcanons#shoto todoroki
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Hey! Could I request scenarios (or oneshot and preferably platonic) for south park in which the reader, before heading home, says to Kenny "We'll definitely meet", leaving him bewildered. And the next day, her body is found dead in an abandoned building. But exactly one year later, during a night out, Kenny meets a mysterious girl with a calm and apathetic personality, who has a very familiar face and a familiar yellow cardigan. As it turns out, this girl is a clone of the reader, created from her remains. And he's just starting to realize... (Sorry if this looks too complicated)
(Taps fingers together. Interesting...I like this. I'm not entirely sure how you wanted me to start this, but I will do my best).
You and Kenny were walking home together after school. It was just you two, since the others had stuff to do that day. It was just a typical day and, for once, nothing too crazy happened.
"I'm just saying, Kenny. I feel that one day Kyle is just going to snap...and we will never hear from Cartman ever again." You waved your hands dramatically for effect. Kenny simply rolled his eyes and pushed your hands down.
"Mmph mmm mmph. (Come on, (Y/N). Kyle may be prone to anger, but he'd never actually kill Cartman."
"Hey. Piss off a guy enough..." you moved in front of Kenny, walking backwards, "People do crazy things. I wouldn't be suprised."
You both stopped in front of your house. For a second, he noticed your face pale when you looked up. He glanced at where your eyes followed, but all he saw were the moving curtains.
"Mmm mmph? (Hey, you okay?)" You quickly snapped out of it and turned to him was a forced smile.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Anyway, I should get inside. Got tons of homework, ya know?" You clutched onto your favorite yellow cardigan. Kenny nodded in understanding.
"Mmph mmm Mmph hmph. (You still meeting us tomorrow at the park for some hoops?)"
You paused, ominously. "Oh, we'll definitely meet..." You nodded your goodbyes and went inside your house as bright yellow flew in the wind behind you. Kenny stood there for a second, bewildered. Why had you acted so strange just now?
He got this sick feeling in his gut. Something suddenly didn't seem right...
He shook his head. Maybe he was just overreacting. After all, you were pretty strange yourself. Then again, that's why you got along with him and his friends so well.
He walked home as if nothing was wrong.
You didn't show up for basketball the next day. The boys thought it was weird. You never missed a game. It was Kyle who suggested they go check up on you.
When they showed up on your street, they saw a bunch of cop cars and a crowd of people. They all surrounded your house. They began to walk faster.
The surrounding adults had forlorn looks on their faces. They noticed Team Craig standing by and walked up to them.
"Dude. What's going on?" Stan was the one who spoke first.
"I don't know. But apparently something really bad happened. (Y/N)'s mom is outside crying here eyes out." Clyde answered quickly.
"Yeah. We were just about to go to the park to kick your guys asses in basketball, but instead walked out to all this." Craig first flicked them off in greeting then crossed his arms.
"You mean when we were about to kick your asses in basketball." Cartman corrected Craig.
"Yeah right. Kyle might be the best player in your team, but your fatass would've definitely slowed the rest of the team down." Token pointed at Cartman and all the boys laughed.
"AY!!!"
"Seriously though. What do you think happened?" Kyle pondered as he moved the basketball he was carrying to rest beneath his left armpit.
"Mmph mmm Mmph. (I don't know but it can't be good)." The feeling that appeared the day prior returned full force and worse than before.
"ACK! This is too much pressure!" Craig grabbed Tweek's hand in reassurance.
"Hey fellas, I don't like this. I-I'm getting a real bad feeling." Butters tapped his knuckles together.
"Y-yeah. S-something feels r-real ominous here." Jimmy stuttered.
"STANLEY!!! Oh my baby!!! I'm so glad you're okay!" Stan's mom appeared out of nowhere and pulled Stan into a hug.
"Mom? What do you mean? Of course I'm fine." Soon Kyle's mom followed behind with the rest of the boys mothers.
Now the boys were really confused. Especially since they suddenly started coddling their respective children.
"Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry about your little friend." Mrs. Cartman squeezed her son before he pulled away in embarrassment.
"Don't fucking do that so suddenly, woman! And what are you even talking about?"
"Yeah? What happened to (Y/N)?" Kyle managed to wiggle out of his mother's grasp as he questioned her.
"...Oh Bubba. I'm so sorry...But (Y/N) was found dead in that abandoned building under construction this morning...No one knows what happened."
Team Stan stared at their mother's in horror before simultaneously falling to their knees.
The funeral was depressing. The aura was depressing. And all four boys were as equally depressed. You were their friend. Why did you have to die? Each of the boys cherished you immensely. You weren't just their friend, you were family.
You were always there for them and helped them get out of sticky situations. You and Kyle would always study and do projects together and he knew you always had his back. Unlike the others, you never once shifted blame on him or made fun of him. You were there for Stan everytime his family (mostly his father) pissed him off or completely embarrassed him. You always made him feel better and loved. You always baked sweets for Cartman and would lounge around watching TV with him. You were nice to him and never made fun of him. Butters was your little buddy, when you were together he was stuck to you like glue. You were always nice to him, never bullied him, and stood up for him.
And Kenny....he was your best friend. You did practically everything together. You would cook lunch for him and his siblings because you knew they didn't get enough meals a day. You made him laugh and would play pranks with him to make him feel better. And you...you were the only one who remembers when he dies...He literally cried to you the day you told him you remembered. You were always there, not just for him, but all of your friends...
Without you, Team Stan was never the same.
He and the others decided to take the night off today. They wanted to honor your memory and go to the places you loved. Team Craig decided to join them. You weren't as close to them as you were Team Stan, but they were your friends as well and they cared for you just as much you did them.
It had been a year since you were murdered. They never found the asshole who did it. And everyday, Kenny blamed himself. If only he had taken the time to actually check on you. Maybe this wouldn't have happened.
Sometimes, Kenny would see you in people walking by. But when he did a double take, he realized it was just his imagination. The people he saw always had a yellow jacket or shirt or whatever. He'd begun to hate the color yellow. It reminded him too much of you. Apparently, you were wearing that same cardigan when they found your body. Except it was no longer yellow, but a dark red.
The night was a bit of a blur. He had this nagging feeling in the back of his head that wouldn't go away. He tried to enjoy himself, really. It was just...something wasn't adding up and he didn't know what.
That's when he saw it in the corner of his eye. A bright yellow cardigan. The exact same one you had. Then a head full of (h/c) locks. Same length and style. His eyes widened when his eyes locked with big (e/c) orbs attached to a familiar face.
He blinked once. Then twice. Then again. The image wasn't going away this time. Everything to your height to your fashion style was the same.
It couldn't be.
He stared in wonder as you took a seat outside a restaurant and sipped on your drink. Your gaze locked on your phone.
Kenny hadn't noticed his friends walking across the street, who too engrossed in their conversation to notice he wasn't following.
All he saw was you.
Next thing he knew he was standing in front of you. You looked up face showing no emotion.
"Can I help you?" It wasn't the same cheery tone he was used to, but your voice was the same too.
"(Y/N)?" He no longer were his parka over his mouth so his voice was loud and clear.
"Who?"
"You don't remember me?" You looked him up and down.
"We've never met. My names Blaze. You have me confused with someone else." She turned back to her phone.
"No. I don't. There's no mistaking it. I know it's you! (Y/N)! What happened? I thought you died!!!" He froze and stepped back. "D-did you come back to life? Is that why you always remembered my deaths?! Why didn't you come back!?" He was angry now. He was visibly shaking with his hair over his eyes.
"...People don't just die and come back. I'm guessing you're grieving over some friend of yours, but I'm not her. Sorry. Your friends dead." You voice was monotone and uncaring. Straight to the point. If it wasn't for this feeling and all your other characteristics, he wouldn't have believed it to be you. You weren't so apathetic.
But when he looked in your eyes, something clicked and it screamed at him. It screamed your name.
Before he could say another word, a goth girl and skater boy walked in hand in hand.
"Yo, Blaze. Is this dude bothering you?" The guy glared at him.
"Get lost freak. Leave our friend alone." The girl sneered.
You looked at him a little longer before calmly raising your hand. "Jade. Blitz. Chill. The guy is just confused. He was just leaving. Right?"
You two had a long stare down before he stood up and left without another word.
He stormed away in rage and frustration. Had you really not remembered him or your true identity? Who were those people? Your new friends? It was you! (Y/F/N)!!! He could feel it in his heart.
...Maybe. Maybe you had a similar curse as him. Except maybe when you come back, you lost your memory? Yeah. That had to be it...
There was only one way to make sure...
He started heading to your grave site. Along the way he grabbed a few shovels from his house and bumped into Team Stan. He didn't answer their questions on where he was or what he was doing. He just said he was going to your grave site and explained to them what happened.
It wasn't surprising that they didn't believe him, that's why he was going to prove it.
"No. Absolutely not. We are not digging up (Y/N)'s grave. Do you have any idea how fucked up that is?" Kyle threw the shovel to the ground.
"Not to mention disrespectful. I'm not about to ruin her grave site." Stan quickly followed suit.
"A-aw man. Doesn't digging up people's grave make the dead unrestful? W-what if she starts to haunt us?!" Butters was fidgeting more than normal.
"Look Kinny, we get that you miss (Y/N). We all do. But this is fucking crazy. You're probably just seeing shit." Surprisingly, Cartman was the one to try and console Kenny.
"I'm not crazy! It was her! I swear it! I talked to her. She may have been a bit emotionless, but I know it was her!!! If her body isn't here, than that just proves it could be her! If you don't want to help me, fine!!! I'll just do it myself!" Kenny begun to dig.
"If we can't stop you, fine! But I want no part in this! I'm out!" Kyle stomped away with Stan on his heels. Butters stood there a while hitting his knuckles. Then he reluctantly grabbed a shovel and helped Kenny dig. He felt bad for his friend and thought that maybe this would help ease his mind. Cartman grumbled to himself shaking his head. He stared the diggers down real hard before groaning and taking a seat. He didn't leave, but...he didn't help either...
It took an hour, but they finally managed to hit her casket. They jumped out of the hole. Cartman was snoring against your tombstone. Kenny rolled his eyes and kicked him awake asking for help to lift it. Cartman begrudgingly agreed. They cleaned it off and tried to lift it to no avail.
Suddenly, it sounded like a horde of stampedes was headed their way.
"Holy shit they actually did it..."
"What the fuck are you doing? This is crazy!!! You can't just dig up (Y/N)'s gravesite like this!!! It's inhumane!" They had never seen Token so angry before.
"When Stan and Kyle said they'd found you and said you were going to dig up (Y/N)'s body, I didn't believe it. What. The. Fuck." Craig sweared through his teeth.
For a while they screamed back and forth. Kenny trying to convince them and the others not having it. It finally took Cartman yelling to get them to an agreement.
"Look! If we just open up the casket, we can prove Kenny to be crazy and just get his freakout over with!"
The others were wary, but if this is what it took...
They helped lift up the casket and opened it.
"I-its empty... Holy shit! Her body's really not in there!" Clyde screamed.
"I told you!!! I saw her!!! I spoke to her!!! I knew it!!!"
"That's impossible...We were there when she was buried. The burial site doesn't even look like it was tampered with before we got here." Kyle tried to find another explanation, but couldn't find the words.
"Dude. This is insane." Stan gaped.
"No it's not completely empty though. All the notes and flowers we left her are still in there." Token pointed out while picking up a card.
"Oh man! Is-is she a zombie! W-what's gonna happen?" Butter freaking out.
"Zombie!!! Ack!!! We gotta run!!! What if the whole graveyard come backs!!!" Tweek began shaking a lot more. Craig had to steady him.
"It's alright, babe. There's gotta be another explanation. Kyle, you're the smartass of the group. Got anything?" Kyle was too shocked to even acknowledge Craig's insult.
"If she is alive, why the fuck did she leave all the notes we left her? I actually wrote some heartfelt stuff in there?! The least she could do was read it!" Cartman yelled angrily and grunted when Jimmy hit him in the shin with his cane.
"D-dude. N-now is not the t-time."
Kenny didn't say another word after that. He just stared at your empty casket and clenched his fists. He was going to get to the bottom of this.
He spent the next few months trying to find you again. As both Mysterion and Kenny. The others had long since given up and resumed their daily lives. They had given up on trying to convince Kenny to stop and left him to his own devices.
Along the way, he found evidence in the building you were found in. You had been cloned. It wasn't really you. But...it was you. He hoped to try and spark a memory.
He was elated when he found the evidence that he immediately left to tell his friends. Except...when he come back with them...all of it was gone...It was like someone was tormenting his mind. He was beyond frustrated.
Not only that but a new villian had come to South Park and it had started taking up all of the Freedom Pals time. He had to let go.
When he finally found you again, you were walking out of school with the same cardigan. He was just passing by to go to the library for a study date to finally relax after spending nights searching for a way to defeat this new villian. but all plans were canceled the moment he saw you.
You had recognized him from many months prior and despite the nagging from your friends, he managed to convince you to come with him.
You couldn't explain it, but you felt compelled to follow him. It was almost like...you recognized him. Yet, at the same time, he was a complete stranger.
You showed no signs of recognition or remembrance on your face. Still, this feeling inside you caused you to stay and listen. He told you who (Y/N) was. About all the adventures and problems they had faced. All about their likes, their dislikes, their mannerisms, just everything.
You stayed with him for hours. Listening. Making commentary. You had not once shown emotion and your voice stayed monotone, but you were calm. Something about his stories stirred something within you. Something you couldn't explain.
Alas, at some point you knew you had to tell him that you weren't (Y/N). You weren't this fun, hilarious person he thought you were. But you wanted, craved, to stay with him a little longer. Your heart yearned. And you didn't now why.
You wished you were (Y/N).
Currently, he was walking you home. It was late at night and he was sure to be grounded, but it was okay. You reached the dorms of your high school. You were an orphan so you stayed on school grounds.
"Maybe...You could come to South Park. I'll introduce you to everyone. Then maybe you'll remember. I could even take you to your house. Your mom would be delighted to see you. A-and once you remember, you can come back! It'll be just like old times!"
At this, you sighed.
"Kenny...it was nice to meet you and talk to you...but...I'm not (Y/N)." You raised your hand to stop his plea. "No matter how many times you say it, it won't be true. My name is Blaze. I'm an orphan who lives in these dorms and my life isn't full of adventure. My only friends are Jade and Blitz. I'm sorry, but you're going to have to accept this. I'm sorry about your friend. She sounds great and I'm sure you miss you. But you need to move on...She is gone..."
Kenny swallowed the lump in his throat. He clenched his fist and sucked in through the gap in his teeth.
"A-at least give me your number. I'd love to hang out again." He handed you his phone.
You gently pushed it away.
"I don't think that's for the best...If you keep hanging out with me...you'll never move on. You need to let (Y/N) go. Go be with your friends. They need, whoever you were before, back."
Kenny couldn't hold back his tears. "(Y-Y/N)-"
"It's Blaze. I'm just a normal ordinary girl with a major English test tomorrow and I haven't studied." You opened the door and walked though, but not before letting out a whisper. "This is goodbye, Kenny."
And just like that...you were gone. He stood there for a while with an ache in his heart. Suddenly, his ringtone blared through the silence.
"Yeah? ... I see... Got it... I'm on my way." He turned away running to help his friends.
One day he would get you to remember him. He wasn't going to give up so easily.
But right now, Mysterion was needed.
Whenever he wanted to find you, he knew where to look.
~FIN~
(Not gonna lie, I totally was inspired by Teen Titans, Thing's Change. Yeah... This one hurt. But I'm definitely proud of this long ass oneshot. Thank you fo this awesome request. 😭😭😭 I'm gonna go cry now. Goodbye).
#south park x reader#south park#kenny mccormick#kenny x reader#platonic#south park fanfiction#Team Stan x reader#Team Craig x reader
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Couples Therapy (b.b.)
Summary: Dr. Raynor decides to bring you in to Bucky’s therapy session to resolve some of the deep rooted issues the two of you had
AN: i love bucky with my whole heart but sad/angry bucky is such good fic fuel and i lowkey was inspired by a tiktok i saw but i can’t remember the creator
You and Bucky had a complicated history. And that was putting it rather lightly. Steve had recruited you and Natasha to track down the Winter Solider before realizing it was Bucky.
And not only was HYDRA wanting to wipe out Steve, they needed you gone too. You were the only obvious threat to not only HYDRA, but to their asset as well. Your powers were something from a different universe to them and if they couldn’t have you as a weapon, you needed to be stopped.
Bucky had tried to kill you on multiple occasions while he was still under HYDRA’s mind control. It wasn’t until you and Steve found him in Bucharest did you get to see just how broken the man really was.
You helped him get to Wakanda rather than being thrown in an American prison. T’Challa asked you to stay, to give Bucky a sense of familiarity while in Wakanda. You were there when he came out of cryo and you helped him navigate a seemingly normal life.
After everything that had happened to the two of you, you wanted to break down the walls he had built up over so long and he actually let you. An actual relationship had developed between the two of you when everything was simple. He told you how grateful he was for you, how he didn’t know if he could fully recover if you weren’t there to help him.
But it all went to hell very quickly. It seemed he wanted nothing to do with you after a few months of sharing an apartment together, trying to start over. You tried and made an effort to see if he wanted or needed help, but you received nothing but low grumbles and head shakes.
It was hard to accept the fact that the man you were in love with, wanted to basically cut you out of his life. It hurt you more than you thought it would, so you stopped trying.
Bucky expected to get another text from you one morning after you got to work, and that text never came. Later in the evening, just before 9:00, you would usually make him a cup of tea to calm his nerves. That cup of tea was also absent from Bucky’s evening routine.
You even stopped leaving food on the counter when you knew he was very prone to skipping breakfast in the morning.
Dr. Raynor, Bucky’s therapist, noticed a change in his behavior. He was more irritable than before and the sound of your name made him tense up.
“James, what’s going on with Y/N?” She asked. “What do you mean?” He asked before clenching his jaw. “I mean, how come every time we talk about her you get upset?” She questioned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bucky said.
“Alright, we’re going to try something.” Dr. Raynor said, standing up from her chair. She opened the door to her office and gestured to someone in the waiting room.
When she came back, you followed behind her, which caused Bucky to sit up straight. “Y-Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked. “Dr. Raynor asked me to come.” You answered, avoiding looking at him directly.
You sat down at the very end of the couch, but even then it felt like you were too close.
“What seems to be going on with the two of you?” Dr. Raynor questioned. “Nothing, we’re fine.” Bucky answered. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. “Y/N?” She asked.
You were quiet for a moment, feeling Bucky’s eyes practically burning a hole in the side of your head. But he wasn’t communicating with you anymore. When you tried to talk to him, he brushed you off. Now, he was forced to listen to you.
“We are far from fine.” You said. “Elaborate, please, Y/N.” Dr. Raynor said. “Ever since we came back from the blip we haven’t been the same. He doesn’t talk to me, we barely have a meal together and if we do it’s in complete silence.” You explained. “Y/N, that’s not true.” Bucky replied.
“James, let her talk.” Dr. Raynor told him. “I understand what he’s going through. Spending years of your life as another person is obviously going to change you but we don’t speak. We live together, in the same apartment, and yet this is the most we’ve talked in weeks.” You said.
“You never start the conversation, that’s why.” Bucky commented. You turned to look at him, giving him the most incredulous look. “I have, James. You push me away. I can’t keep doing this, how the hell do you expect me to keep loving you if you won’t love me back?” You snapped, eyes welling up with tears.
The room fell into a tension filled silence before you stood up. “I think I should go. Thank you, Dr. Raynor.” You said, head down trying to keep your composure.
You walked out of the room and kept in your feelings until you get to your car. Letting out all of the frustration, anger and sadness as you hit your steering wheel a few times. That was no doubt going to cause your hand to bruise but in that moment you didn’t care.
Bucky returned home shortly after Dr. Raynor had ended the session for the day and you had not arrived. All of your belongings were still there, which was a good sign. You hadn’t left him just yet and maybe there was time for him to fix things.
It was around 9:00 that evening and you still hadn’t returned home. Bucky’s mind went to the worst case scenario as to where you would be. Did you get hurt? Did you actually leave without getting your stuff? Were you with someone else?
He continued pacing the floor when he heard the front door unlock. Bucky watched you walk in the door and stopped in the middle of the living room.
“Where have you been? It’s been hours, I thought something bad happened to you.” He scolded you. “Oh so now you care?” You commented. “Can we talk? About what happened today?” He asked.
You placed your keys on the counter as you sighed and ran your hand through your hair. It was then Bucky saw the red and slightly blue marks on your hand. “What happened?” He asked urgently.
“I hit my steering wheel because I’m so frustrated with you and whatever we are.” You snapped. Bucky sighed lightly and you expected him to brush you off again. “No, Bucky, you are going to listen to me and you are going to talk to me. This relationship is as one sided as it gets and I’m sick of it. I’m tired of having to make you love me, it shouldn’t be like that. We should be each other’s constants, not wanting to get away from each other. If you don’t want to be with me anymore, just say it.” You ranted.
“I do want to be with you, Y/N. You’re the only thing that makes sense to me anymore. I don’t have an excuse for pushing you away. I’m struggling trying to get back to normal and make amends. I’m so sorry, doll. I never meant to hurt you.” Bucky said.
You looked at him in a stunned silence, deciding what would be best for the two of you. You wanted to be with Bucky, you loved him but you couldn’t be in a relationship where there was no communication.
“Then you need to talk to me, Buck. We can’t keep going on like this. It’s not okay.” You said. “I will. Whenever there is something bothering me, I will tell you. I will listen to you, I won’t brush you off because I don’t feel like having the conversation. I promise I can fix this.” He said.
You looked at him for a moment, trying to find any sign of an empty promise but you couldn’t see any sign of one.
“Okay, if we can do that, we will be okay.” You said. “Good because I can’t do this without you.” Bucky. said quietly. You gave him a warm smile before he walked closer to you and pulled you tightly into him. “I’m sorry, doll.” He whispered. “It’s okay.” You whispered back.
Bucky pressed a light kiss on the top of your head as he just held on to you.
#imagine#marvel imagine#marvel#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes imagine#Bucky Barnes#Steve Rogers#sebastian stan imagine#sebastian stan x reader#sebastian stan
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My Liability, My Deadweight
Fandom: The Chronicles of Riddick
Collection/Series: My Liability, My Deadweight
Pairing: Richard B Riddick x Female Fat + Glasses Wearing Reader
Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long
Rating: T (Swearing, Riddick is Riddick, violence)
Warnings: Swearing, violence towards deadly alien creatures, violence from deadly alien creatures towards the reader
Summary: None of this was supposed to happen. You were supposed to be on a holiday resort planet, relaxing by glistening waters and forgetting your troubles. Not traipsing through a deadly jungle on an uncharted planet with a just as deadly companion who seems torn between helping you and hating you.
Notes: So I guess this is going to be similar to Western AU Din in that i’ll probably write some stuff in the same sort of world/vein as this. I’m just interested in the idea of Riddick with a reader who is the opposite of a survivalist, who isn’t fit or strong, who is scared. The idea of Furyans having mates or soulmates that they don’t really get to choose and the idea of Riddick having to come to terms with the idea that the person he wants to protect so bad needs his protection more than most is interesting to me.
This is probably such a niche thing to write, not only because the fandom is tiny, but also because people tend to write Riddick fanfic where the reader or OC is extremely capable, but I wanted to write it. So self-indulgent fic coming up.
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Kratos is a horror show of a planet. It’s the sort of planet you’d never thought you’d end up on, the sort of planet that you saw on horror vids and read about in the tales of survivors of tragedy. You weren’t supposed to be on it. You were just on a short trip, just supposed to go to a stupid holiday planet, at the insistence of your boss that you needed a break from your desk, that you worked too hard. You were a city slicker, an urban citizen, not an outdoorsman or an adventurer, certainly not the sort of person who’d come to a planet like this. But, your pilot had needed to make a stop, said there was a problem with the fuel cells that he needed to check out. So you’d made a pit stop on a barely charted planet. Nothing good ever happens on a barely charted planet.
Covered in dense, muggy jungle, the planet would have been beautiful had it not been trying to kill you and your, for want of a better word, companion at every turn. It was covered in vibrant green forest, tropical plants, exotic and brightly coloured flowers (many of which, it turns out, were deadly themselves). There were brightly coloured bird-like creatures and primitive mammals that scurried through the trees and across the ground. It would have been beautiful, except for the limp in your walk from the burning claw marks deep in your thick thigh, except for the blood that followed in your wake, the dead bodies of the crew you’d left behind, and the yellow eyes that seemed to follow the two of you under the dark canopy.
After a stupid decision by your group to go out into the jungle to try and find a settlement of some sort, just because it had seemed like (as if there was any real reason to leave), you’d been picked off one by one. You could only describe the beasts as fucked up panthers. Two tails with stingers at the end, sharp spindly spines along their backs, an elongated neck, venomous fangs and sharp teeth and claws. They were hard to spot, silent in the underbrush and decidedly and most definitely deadly. The only reason you were still even alive was because of Riddick, because for some unknown reason the man, the murderer, had decided to stick close to you, like glue. You weren’t complaining.
At the time of boarding the ship for your trip it had seemed horrifying, to know that you were travelling on the same transport as Richard B. Riddick, escaped convict, known murder, predator. He was the sort of man your parents whispered about, the sort of man that you never wanted to meet. He was someone from your worst nightmare. Now he is your saving grace and surprisingly not what you had expected of a notorious big bad. While he meets many of your expectations, crude at times, harsh, and physically intimidating, he defies them too. He is at times oddly gentle with you and, the mere fact he cares about someone’s survival other than his own, is in itself a surprise. A fortunate one for you.
“Are we nearly back to the ship?” You ask because your leg is killing you, because you so desperately just want to get off this planet even if it means being stuck in a confined space with a convicted murderer. You hate this planet, you hate the constant feeling of fear and of uselessness. You hate the truth of it all, that you are weak, vulnerable, prey not the predator. It has you realising your many weaknesses, many vulnerabilities, many failings.
“Shhh…” Riddick raises his hand out in front of you, a universal sign to stop, while the other comes to his lips in a shushing motion. If he were a dog, his ears might very well have pricked up at the slightest sound.
To you nothing seemed out of the ordinary. There were no unusual sounds or movement in the brush. You couldn’t see anything out of place. Just as you begin to notice the silence, the lack of sound, that is the moment everything goes terribly wrong.
“Riddic-” You were cut off by your own scream.
Things happen so fast that you don’t really have time to process them. One minute you are standing behind Riddick attempting to get his attention, the next a dark shape crashes into you and you’re on the jungle floor a heavy weight pressing on your chest and stopping your breathing. Your hands reach up instinctively, pushing against the creature in an effort to keep sharp gnashing teeth from your face, but you’re not strong and you’re not a fighter and you can feel your arms beginning to collapse already. Can hear yourself screaming for Riddick even as part of you thinks he’ll leave you there, abandon you to be eaten alive. There is a deep fear that this is it, this is the end. That it shall be painful, terrifying, lonely, and unfamiliar.
Claws scratch at your arms, blood runs over your skin in rivulets as you scrabble in the dirt. Then as suddenly as the weight came it was gone, hefted off of you with an angry roar and the sound of a knife hitting flesh over and over again. You don’t look, can’t bring yourself to look, just lie there and breathe, in and out. You don’t want to see him do what he’s good at, don’t want to see alien blood, a dying creature, the parts of him that are less than gentle. So you stare up at the canopy and catch your breath, feeling the blood flow down your arms, the bruises that ache over your stomach, hips and legs. Feel the relief flow through you, combat the shock, as you realise you are not dead, you are alive, and he did not leave you to die.
You’re rather numb in truth until you hear him muttering above you, “goddamn liability, deadweight…”, it shouldn’t upset you because it’s true. But it does, it upsets and angers you because you didn’t want to be here, you didn’t want any of this and you didn’t ask him to hang around, didn’t ask him to help you. You had no say in this. This was not your idea of a holiday, your idea of fun, or your fault.
It forces you to your feet, forces you, despite the blood dripping from your wounds, to stand and face him, despite the bruises, despite the pain, despite the fear. You find yourself planting your feet even as you sway unsteadily, standing with hands on your wide hips and a scowl aimed at a man that could kill you easily. For the first time you’re too angry to overthink your actions towards the man. For a moment you stop thinking and start acting.
“If i’m such a goddamn liability, then just leave me here! I didn’t ask for you to stay, Riddick! I didn’t ask for your help! If it’s such a fucking chore to have me along, if i’m really dead weight then leave me! Go!” You didn’t normally scream at anyone, it wasn’t your personality type. You were quiet, shy, retiring. A wallflower. You didn’t scream. You didn’t start fights. You didn’t do any of that. Anger wasn’t your natural response to anything. Fear was. But after being hunted down, time and time again by giant alien cats with venomous fangs and an uncanny ability to hide on a jungle planet, all while being called a liability, a dead weight by the one person you had to rely on, well, you were finally at your wits end. You were in pain, you were upset, frustrated and ready to just go home.
You didn’t understand it. Why Riddick even bothered with you, practically a stranger. You knew you were a liability, that’s why it hurt so much when he said it. You were soft, emotionally and physically. You were a slow runner, a poor fighter, had terrible eyesight that required glasses, you weren’t light on your feet or graceful and you certainly didn’t know much about survival. You were overweight, unfit and unsure on your feet. You were prone to panic and tears, you were easily emotionally and physically unbalanced. Until this trip from hell you’d been content in the inner rim, working a normal job, a safe life. Your day to day had been comfortable, safe. Easy. You weren’t cut out for this, for danger and potential death and had Riddick, this known criminal, one of the most sought after murderers in the verse, not decided to stick by your side you’d have died at least ten times already. It didn’t make any sense and your frustration at yourself, the situation and at him had tears pooling in your eyes. You didn’t ask for any of this.
“I can’t.” He’s so impassive, so calm, that it pisses you off more. It pisses you off how hard it is to read him, how he hides his eyes behind black goggles that stop you understanding him. How he hides all emotion from you so easily. How is he okay with this? How is he so calm when everything around the two of you wants to kill you, when he could have left this goddamn planet already if you weren’t slowing him down at every turn? How could he stand there above the body of some hell spawn creature and just stare at you like that, like everything was just fine, just normal? Like he wasn’t covered in it’s blood. Like you weren’t dripping in your own. Like you hadn’t almost died. Again.
“I..I don’t get it…? What do you mean you can’t? You could walk the fuck away right now. I can’t stop you! No one else is here to stop you! If you want to leave, leave! No one’s holding you back, Riddick! No one is going to stop you! I can’t bloody well can’t! Look at me!” You sound hysterical even to your own ears but you can’t help it. You are so scared, so confused, so frustrated, so panicked by all that’s happened, all that could happen. You gesture down to yourself, to the bloody coating you, the way you protectively hold yourself off of your hurt leg, the sheer stature different between the two of you. All the things that make it very abundantly clear that if he chose to simply walk away you couldn’t stop him.
“Listen, princess, it’s not that fucking simple!” The snap is almost relieving, that he’s not as cold, not as impassive as you thought. That he could break too. That he could be angry, that he could be upset, that this wasn’t just normal. Even as his steps closer cause your back to hunch, cause you to second guess your antagonist behaviour.
“I don’t understand!”
With a growl he’s crowding you against a tree, thick arms caging you in. He’s imposing, large, a head taller than you and the action has him taking over every one of your senses. He never touches you in anger and while the display is intimidating, it oddly enough doesn’t scare you. It almost feels secure. Perhaps because not once has he done anything to suggest to you that he would hurt you, every move he’s made has been to keep you safe. Every time he’s touched you has been to pull you from danger or bring you back to your feet. Despite his harsh appearance, his foul language and the deadliness that he displays at every turn, he has never once given you cause to fear him. To fear how he would treat you.
“You’re my mate, got it?! I don’t get to choose, I don’t get a choice! I can’t leave you! I just fucking can’t, so you’re a fucking liability and dead weight, but you’re my dead weight, got it? I ain’t fucking leaving you, we either both get off this motherfucking planet or we both get eaten by these fucks, princess. There’s no inbetween, understand?” Silver eyes flash at you as he tears the goggles from his eyes, his brow furrows and the muscles in his thick neck and broad shoulders bunch and move with every piece of tension that bursts through him. You are distinctly and sharply reminded that Riddick is a predator in every sense of the word, while you are prey. You are on two separate ends of the spectrum.
“Mate…?” Your eyes flit across the landscape behind his head, trying to process all those words and all their meanings. You don’t understand, you don’t understand any of it. But, those words soothe you in a way you can’t explain. He isn’t going to leave you. For whatever reason, for whatever this is, whatever he means, he isn’t going to leave you. You let out a breath you didn’t even realise you’d been holding. He’s not leaving, even if you’re a liability, a deadweight. Even when things get bad, he’s not leaving. He is, at this point, your only chance at getting home, getting away from him, of surviving. The panic in you begins to soothe, calm and settle.
“We don’t have time for this.” You’re startled by the sudden display of affection as the man cups the back of your neck and presses his forehead into your own, “Just trust me.”
“I do, Riddick, I trust you” It’s hard to explain, the trust you feel for him, the safety as you let him lead you once more through the jungle. You are bleeding, in pain and still ever so aware of the dangers around you, but you have an implicit belief that with Riddick you are as safe as you can be. That if there was ever a person to carry you through this it would be him.
You might still be confused, might not understand what he means by you being his mate or by his obligation towards you, but you know that he isn't leaving you for dead and that is enough right now. That is more than enough.
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Thank you for answering my first ask 🙇♀️. If it's okay i would ask a secound prompt on both Katakuri & Cracker again. Aloe, Daffodil, Hydran, Poeny and Willow
Hello there friend! Thanks for asking again 💕 Of course, we're happy to provide! With this post, we wrap up answering the botanical prompts too: we'll get to the questions from the next headcanon game soon! ✨
CW: Death, depression, bad coping habits, self-harm
Aloe: How does your muse handle grief?
As we kind of already described before, grieving Katakuri is basically... Katakuri reacting to the Brulee incident on steroids. On the outside, he shuts down emotionally, overworks himself, and generally sets on never letting something like this happen again. Inside, though, he's heartbroken, and blames himself a lot: even if someone's death was not even remotely his fault. He only opens up when visiting the deceased person's grave alone, pretty much: it is through these visits that he is still able to cope somehow.
Cracker's grief means violence and destruction: to inanimate objects, towards others, and to himself. He copes with unfamiliar emotions by replacing tham with anger: and thus, you can a expect a lot of vase-breaking, furniture-smashing, violent annihilations of entire islands, or (to a degree) self-harm in the form of throwing himself at walls. Obviously, none of this really helps. Cracker...well, let's just say he's not great at coping with grief... In the slightest.
Daffodil: Is your muse one to be loyal in relationships, or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?
Katakuri is extremely loyal to every family member, good friend, and casual friend he makes. He never ghosts anyone, never forgets their existence or their birthday (if he knows it), and never moves on: rather, he accumulates bonds with people, even if most of them don't know him beyond his public persona. There is a reason for why he's so liked and that is that despite being so perfect and popular, it's hard to envy him: he doesn't dismiss anyone or look from above at anyone at all!
Cracker is too isolated and too introverted to live a lifestyle of quickly moving from one bond to another. It's not that he's uber-loyal; however, as his friends and love interests can probably be counted on the fingers of one hand, he is kind of stuck with them lest he wants to be lonely forever.
Hydrangea: How much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others? Are they prone to being misunderstood?
Katakuri is generally a great communicator. He doesn't say much, but what he says is always meaningful. He doesn't really ever blurt out stuff, he thinks about what he wants to say before saying it, and so, miscommunication is rare. The only exception has to do with communicating his needs and wants. That one... He's really, really bad at and he considers it to be no one's business.
Unlike him, Cracker blurts out a lot of random bullshit at any given moment and often speaks before thinking. He's often too blunt and rude in what he says, often miscommunicates due to anger blinding him, or avoids communicating at all if he doesn't like you. As a result, he constantly gets into unnecessary arguments and wouldn't be too great of a leader; he just cannot forward information without fucking up.
Peony: What would a ‘happy life’ look like in your muse’s eyes?
Katakuri dreams of a life in which he would be able to... Have a clone. Weird one, I know. But it's just that... He knows how much is expected of him and how much the happiness and safety of his siblings depends upon him. He also knows that he, regardless of what they think, is imperfect and cannot handle it. With a perfect clone to perform all tasks expected from him, to always be there for everyone, and never disappoint... Katakuri would be able to finally, finally rest, lay down, and enjoy donuts whenever without the overwhelming guilt.
Cracker is a simple man and one lazy ass. All he dreams of is not ever having to work, not having to do anything, and being provided for. In this fantasy, lack of pain would be a much appreciated addition, and so would the constant presence and attention from his three favorite siblings and 1-2 husbands that'd be exactly his type.
Willow: How does your muse handle sadness & depression?
Deep down, Katakuri is unhappy almost constantly. His meriendas make him feel a bit better, but he doesn't really... Escape into relaxing when depressed. Instead, to calm down the self-doubts and dissatisfaction with life, he tries to only work harder, believing that eventually, if he helps enough, if he shows to others and himself how useful he can be, self-worth and happiness will come to him. Obviously, though, they never do: so he's just stuck in this endless vicious cycle, lucky enough that he didn't get a horrible, debilitating burnout just yet.
Cracker's way of living - locking himself up in the armor, isolating, not getting enough fresh air or sunlight, having a bad diet - makes him particularly prone to developing mood disorders. When he was younger, dysphoria made it all even worse, too. When dealing with sadness or depression, as he does with grief, Cracker...tends to lash out. When he's unhappy, he walks around like a ticking bomb: any slightest nudge can make him erupt and yell at someone for really petty reasons, as if his mood was their fault. Again, not a great way to handle stuff. The spectrum of emotions is broader than just anger, Cracky-boy! 😔
Thank you for the ask! Hope you enjoyed 💕
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I’ve been having a lot of Evil Robo BnT thoughts recently, so here’s a bunch of them! This ended up pretty long just as a forwarning djjdjd
Post DeNomolos, Evil BnT are forced to do a lot of self exploration and discovery
They’re two robots from the far future, stuck in the past with each other and the two humongously important historical figures they were not only sent back to kill, but also physically made to look and sound exactly like, with no way back to their own time and no further reason to carry out the mission they were created for
It’s a lot to adjust to
(Three uses of the f-slur near the end in a canon compliant/reclaimed usage context, and implied sexual content, but extremely mild)
It still doesn’t have much of an impact on them at first though, besides some anger and annoyance. They don’t feel emotions in the same way or to the same depth that humans do, so they kind of fall back on: this sucks and that guy was a dick, guess we have to live in the stupid past now, and that’s the extent of it
But they’re also AIs, and AIs learn and grow
They hide out in a cheap apartment for the first few months or so back, going out to steal money to pay for rent and to pick up movies and stuff, but it’s exposure to the world, it’s living. And the more they interact with people, the more media they consume, the more the rigid walls of their programming break down and expand
And that’s when things start getting complicated
Because that’s when things like morals, sense of self, purpose in life, and, to their horror, real emotions start coming into play
Their evil edges start corroding, things stop being as straightforward, and they start developing into their own complex people
Being Bill and Ted with a few glorified descriptors stuck on the front starts feeling… weird, especially when they inevitably end up running into them again and being around them more
Because they’re supposed to be Bill and Ted, but they aren’t, and yet they can’t completely deny the parts of themselves that are….. it’s frustrating
As a first step in both asserting and exploring their individuality, they choose their own names
Evil Bill chooses Willis, or Will for short, and Evil Ted goes with Theoneous, Theo for short
It’s different enough to feel like their own thing, while still appeasing the ingrained itch to take BnT’s place
There are gaps like that, a disconnect/mental dissonance between their consciousnesses and the knowledge that they’re robots, circuitboards and wires and code, like a separation between what they feel is them and what they feel is the robot
That’s an experience that continues as they grow, especially as they try and figure out what to do with their lives. It’s tough sometimes, to figure out where the programming ends and where their own wants and drives begin
They’re the only ones familiar enough with future tech to help each other when they experience technical issues or need repairs, and the only ones they feel comfortable being that physically vulnerable with
It leads to them being kind of codependent, but it’s warranted in a lot of ways
They also naturally stick closer to each other, because even though they grow to have emotions and are able to care about people, they aren’t totally mushy
They don’t get as upset about things, or as excited, and while they form their own kind of love for the people they end up caring about (without admitting it), they’re still never able to connect with humans in the same way they connect with each other
It’s this inherent wall, a difference in how they experience the world
Their forms of affection are machine based, just like how humans are human based. They’ll give each other cold packs when it’s hot or they’ve been moving a lot, they’ll do evening maintenance on each other, chatting while one of them has their hand in the other’s chest cavity, and they jump on each other or bang their shoulders together super hard, because they can’t feel a thing and they’re durable enough for it, and that’s fun to them
That doesn’t really carry over to human interaction though, and a lot of times they end up coming across as cold or mean
They generally have a rougher seeming relationship than most humans. There’s a lot of teasing and insults and slapping, which turns most people off from them, but that’s how they show they’re comfortable (it’s also how they show they don’t like people, but there’s a subtle and meaningful difference there, AKA that they won’t purposefully try to harm the former party)
Robots process sound differently too, for them it’s more of a physical experience than just listening
Will’s guilty pleasure is that he likes to listen to piano (secretly), especially Debussy and other classical that sounds similar. Something about it makes his circuitry feel good and fuzzy and calms him down
He doesn’t feel comfortable telling Theo about it, it still feels like a dumb pussweed thing to be into (plus it continues to make him have some most non metal thoughts about kissing and That’s DEFINITELY not something he can share)
They also both really like death metal. Though they were loosely programmed with the knowledge of BnT’s music taste, it’s not quite their style, and they lean towards the more intense stuff
They do that in most fields though, since it usually takes higher energy stuff to get them going/excited/into something
That’s why they roughhouse a lot, and mess things up, and drive recklessly, it forces their mechanics to process more things more quickly, and as a result gives them their own form of dopamine/adrenaline
Sometimes things backfire, they’ve fucked themselves up accidentally on more then one occasion when stuff goes too far or isn’t what they expect, but they’re always there to patch each other up
When their synth skin gets ripped or torn they don’t always bother to repair it, and underneath there’s a layer of see through hard plastic and their bodies look like those clear case electronics that were popular in the 90s (idea cred to @juiceboxfrog !)
They also have inspector gadget-like telescoping stretch arms at their wrist and ankle joints, but they don’t use those much because they’re unsettling to most humans. Definitely a leg up when they want to climb places the shouldn’t, though (idea cred to @showbiz-za !)
Theo is more prone to needing fix ups than Will, since the extra wiring that was installed for the time and space spanning camera DeNomolos gave him made him more susceptible to short circuiting, over heating, and other glitches
After awhile he just takes his left eye out and leaves it like that, keeping his hair in his face to cover it. It doesn’t do anything for the internal parts of it he still has, but it’s not like it’s a loss. The connection port kept sparking, and it was uncomfortable and kept fucking with his vision, so it wasn’t worth it
Plus he didn’t really like that it used to be a camera… or still could be
One of the things Will and Theo both have to get used to is actually valuing their own privacy and autonomy
When DeNomolos was around they were just his tools, tools that he didn’t even like
They honestly grow to resent him pretty fast, both with his treatment of them, and, when their emotions are especially out of control, his creation of them
They don’t talk about it much, or when they do it’s mainly anger, not addressing or showing the more raw parts they do feel, because that’s still foreign to them, and their circuits weren’t designed to process or understand more complex stuff
Complex stuff like how being around Ted more makes Theo develop a certain… insecurity
It’s not like the connections are hard to make: he looks like Ted, he sounds like Ted, he was meant to be Ted, Ted has a dickweed of a dad, and Theo had a dickweed of a creator, Ted has Bill and Theo has Will
But Theo doesn’t have Deacon
And while he doesn’t want to be exactly like Ted, part of him also does (it was made to). Part of him wants to be human, to have those natural connections and someone to watch over
But he doesn’t and it’s weird*
He tries to ignore it, chalks it up to his drive still attempting to put him on his original track of replacing Ted, and therefore making him more aware of the family roles Ted has
For all he knows that is what it is, he’s just a robot after all
Even though they aren’t really ones for mushy love, Will and Theo do love each other
You can’t not when you know the other person inside and out, literally
They joke a lot about that when they’re doing repairs (“Dude you’re holding my heart, pretty faggy of you.”), and though they laugh, there’s an unspoken intimacy to it, something that sits warm in their wires and goes beyond platonic; something (though they would never describe it as such) loving about getting to take care of each other, and getting to get taken care of
The jokes also stop being jokes after awhile and take on a charge, morphing into unofficial flirting
Eventually that charge sparks, and their relationship becomes a different kind of physical. That’s new, too, a type of exploration neither of them are familiar with, but it’s nice, it’s good, and it’s easier to write off as casual and not meaningful than anything else (for the record I do think this works/plays out different for them than it does for humans, but I will nOt get into that here or anywhere lmao)
That arrangement doesn’t last forever, though, because one night Theo has a bad malfunction that cause him to completely power down, and it sends Will into a panic
It takes him almost an hour to fix the problem and for Theo to reboot, and when he comes back Will can’t stop touching him and checking in and it’s weird
“Why are you so worked up dude, this’s happened plenty of times.”
“Yeah I know you just… you fritzed out and went limp and it freaked me out dude.”
“So? You know this is nothing to worry about. I don’t get why you’re kinda acting like such a pussweed dude.”
“I didn’t know what was wrong! That’s plenty of reason to be fucking worried!”
“Not for you! Not for us! Why the hell do you care so much this time?”
“Because I love you, asshole!”
And then there’s silence, and staring, and then Theo cracks a smile
“Heh, fag.”
Kissing after a confession, as it turns out, makes both of them short circuit, and they wake up three days later still tangled up on top of each other, half falling off the apartment couch
“Y’know… I think we’re both fags now dude,” Will whispers, and they chuckle in the space between their mouths. “I did it first though.”
*he does get this later with Billie and Thea, but that’s a whole separate post
(As one last thing wanted to add that Love Came Along by Pansy Division perfectly encapsulates the vibes of Will n Theo’s relationship to me, AKA something casual and almost humorous while still being super intimate and emotional, so def check it out if you’re ok with suuuuper explicitly sexual lyrics bfgjgfdfg)
Headcanons masterpost
#these two have been rattling around in my head for months I have so much brainrot#and y’know what you’re getting next? my *good* robo bnt brain rot#apologies in advance ive fleshed them out in my head wayyyy too much#with help from the discord💖#shout out as always bnt discord peeps ilyyyy#bnt#bill and ted#bill and ted’s bogus journey#evil bill#evil ted#evil robot bill and ted#the fruit is talking again#the fruit is headcanoning again
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Hı can i request kenma oikawa and nishinoya with a s/o who has really bad anger issues and gets into fights a lot? Thank you and you dont have to if you dont wanna do it<3
characters: kenma kozume, tooru oikawa, yuu nishinoya
warnings: swearing, slight angst, fluff
Kenma
Your hotheaded persona balanced out his cooler, reserved demeanor
He knew what he was getting into when he began dating you
Your classmates took you being calm around him as a good sign
It seemed like your tendency to get into fights was decreasing significantly
But you being with Kenma made you more possessive of him
When people joked about your relationship, talking about stealing him from you or the other way around, stuff like, “Your boyfriend’s really cute, let me know when you break up,” you snapped
You throw the first punch and nearly knock out their teeth
“Hey, it was a joke!”
You nearly beat them half to death but Kuroo pulls you back while Kenma watches with shock and fear
It’s a miracle you didn’t get expelled, but you were suspended, and Kenma visits you after school every day
He doesn’t coddle you, and to be honest, he’s a bit scared of you, but it’s not an ultimate dealbreaker
You notice he’s a bit tense and ask him what’s wrong
“(Y/N)... You know I’d never leave you, right? I don’t care what other people say about us. I-I love you.”
With that confession, you vow to yourself to be more aware of your temper for his sake and yours
Oikawa
Oikawa thinks it’s kind of funny
He likes pushing your buttons, seeing how far you can do before you start yelling
He thinks it’s cute too, seeing you try to hit him and call him names while he’s dodging and laughing
But Oikawa underestimates how mean you can be
He’s aware of your record of getting into fights at school, being labeled the delinquent of Aoba Johsai
He doesn’t care and sees it as a challenge
It’s almost like a game to him
He’s not trying to toy with your feelings, he does like you, but Oikawa being Oikawa wants to test your boundaries
You’re not the best at sharing your feelings, so you let him do it even though it pisses you off every single time
Oikawa doesn’t realize how far he’s gone until you scream at him in a way that’s different from the previous times
There’s zero ounce of playfulness
“Are you fucking done yet? Geez, Oikawa, you’re so fucking annoying! I don’t know why I put up with you.”
He freezes, stomach dropping and heart breaking, and starts to tear up
“I-I’m sorry (Y/N), I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry, please forgive me.”
Guilt falls on you like a giant weight
“No no no, I’m sorry, Oikawa. I shouldn’t have yelled at you, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I care about you, okay?”
You can’t change your personality overnight, but the two of you agree to work together so nothing like this happens again, both swearing you’ll better yourselves for each other
Nishinoya
You and Noya are actually pretty similar
You’re both prone to random outbursts and causing a scene, but you tend to step out of line more than him
At first, Nishinoya looked up to you
He was amazed at how easily you stood up for yourself, willing to resort to physical altercations in order to defend your honor and your classmates’
Surprisingly, despite the number of fights you got into, you weren’t the school bully, but quite the opposite
He admired your role as the school anti-hero; no friends, but always sticking up for the people who didn’t have a voice
But that part of you also scared him, even after you began dating
There were times when Noya thought you were taking it too far but he was too afraid to bring it up
He knew you’d never hurt him, but the questions and what-ifs lingered in the back of his head
“What if I’m on the other end of their fist one day? Does that mean they never liked me? Am I a nuisance?”
You don’t notice this until one day you show up at the end of practice with a scowl
“Noya.”
Your voice was sharp and void of any emotion
He screams and hides behind Daichi, shaking like a dog with his tail between his legs
Confused, you start to walk to the other end of the gym where he is, but Tanaka stops you and explains that Noya is literally so scared you
Hearing that breaks your heart
Your baby mode activates and start babbling about how if he felt pressured to stay in the relationship he could leave, that you were sorry, and how you really liked him and would never hurt him
Noya lets out a huge sigh of relief and starts attacking you with love and affection
It takes every ounce of strength to not drop-kick him right then and there, but a Nishinoya kiss attack isn’t the worst thing in the world
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A/N: Hello babies! I'm doing a part one of (something, idk I haven't decided yet) of Sweet Home characters caring for you on your period! Why? Because I kinda just finished mine and it was awful! Anyways here!
`•.,¸¸,.•´¯ 🎀 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐤 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝:🎀 ¯´•.,¸¸,.•`
𝗛𝘆𝘂𝗻:
•When I tell you he has no clue what to do I mean it.
•One day he walks in to get something from the bathroom and finds a bunch of blood in the toilet and the trash and he screamed so loud.
•You run in asking what's wrong and he tries to pick you up yelling "WE GOTTA GO TO THE HOSPITAL HURRY HURRY!"
•You're completely confused. Asking what's the emergency.
•"WHAT DO YOU THINK IS THE EMERGENCY?! YOU'RE PISSING BLOOD!"
•At that moment you couldn't help but laugh at him.
•Now he's confused.
•"Why are you laughing?! You're bleeding!"
•You then told him to calm down and that it happens every month.
•"Every month?! That's all the more reason to go to the hospital!"
•You shook your head. And explained what a period is.
•By that point he calmed down a ton. He never really heard or learned about it. I mean sure he had a little sister but he wasn't really... around.
•He did get grossed out hearing about all the things periods come with. And he got freaked out hearing the fact that women have to bleed out unfertilized eggs.
•As squeamish as it made him, he did everything he could to care for you.
•He went out to the store to buy pads (or tampons, depends on your preference my dear reader) but wasn't sure what to get so he just bought you 10 different ones. Even panty liners.
•He noticed how you were craving lots of things so he bought some snacks for you.
•He also bought Hydrogen peroxide to clean your clothes in case you get blood on them.
•Every second he spent with you he felt anxious because he never dealt with any of this stuff.
•He will get annoyed if you get grumpy with him but puts up with it.
•He may say something alone the lines of "quit being so grumpy".
•If that made you cry, he'll feel terrible and apologize. He may or may not hug you since he doesn't want to upset you more but he also doesn't know what to do.
•If that made you even more grumpy, he'll just leave you be and apologize later.
•Whether it made you cry or get more angry at him, either way later on a plush will magically manifest into your bed. He'll deny it saying he didn't buy it, but you know he did.
•He'll just try to make you the least miserable as possible.
•He apologizes for being such a jerk about it.
•He'll cuddle you and tell you you look beautiful, even if you probably don't feel like it.
•He'll ask you if you want to watch anime or want to play video games.
•He'll watch animes or play games that he hates if it makes you feel better.
•He knows he isn't the best with people after everything he's been through but he's not gonna let his poor people skills stop him from caring for you while you're on your period.
𝗛𝘆𝘂𝗸:
•Hyuk lives with his little sister so believe me he knows all about it.
•He'll make you ginger tea to help with cramps.
•He'll buy the right pads, (or tampons), panty liners, snacks, and a bottle or two of hydrogen peroxide. He even bought a toothbrush so you can scrub out more blood from your clothes.
•He'll cuddle you, give you headpats, kiss you, (unless you don't want any of that, in that case he'll leave you alone)
•He's used to Eun taking out her PMS anger out on him so he'll be very patient with you if you use him as a verbal punching bag.
•He'll knead at your stomach if you start getting cramps.
•If you're prone to crying a lot on your period... that's when he gets a little awkward.
•Eun never really cries on her period. At least not around him.
•So he'll be slightly more hesitant compared to dealing with your other episodes.
•But he'll still care for you. He'll ask you what's wrong and listen. Even if your reason is stupid he will still listen because he understands that you're already in pain.
•Knowing himself well, he knows he could easily make you upset with how blunt he is.
•So whenever you're on your period he gets very quiet. As he doesn't want to upset you.
•If he does talk to you, he will pay very close attention to you. If he sees you look even slightly annoyed then he'll make up an excuse to leave you alone or stay by your side but end the conversation.
•He'll do everything he can to make you as comfortable as possible.
•If you guys go anywhere and someone starts making you annoyed or upset in any way, he will gladly annoy them for your entertainment.
•When you guys cuddle he won't do it on your stomach. He doesn't want to hurt you.
•He won't mess with any of your stuff. He really seriously doesn't want to upset you. Plus he knows how annoying that is.
•He googled how periods work and what other symptoms can occur during it. What is normal and what is not.
•He bought some tylenol (the one with the drilled holes so the pain relief is faster)
•He checks on you constantly.
•It really hurts him hearing you groan or cry because of the pain.
•One time he asked you what it was like getting it.
•He really regrets asking.
•He reminds you constantly that you still look beautiful even though he knows you don't feel like it at all.
•He's truly amazed that women can put up with all that pain.
•He's trying his best.
•You are his first girlfriend. So as much as he has had a bit of experience with this sort of thing thanks to Eun, he's still a bit awkward with all of it. Plus he has to care for you and then tend to Eun's needs.
•But the way he sees it is if he isn't capable of caring for you while you're on your period, how will he care for you when you guys get married?
•Course he'll never really admit such a thought to you. He's scared you'll make fun of him for having such a "girly" thought.
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A/N: Okay! What did you guys think? I'm still thinking of how many parts I should make and what characters to use. You can request who the next characters can be! Adios!💕
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