#I'm sure he has some sort of bad side too. If he regrets his actions or not; that's another story

[quincyhorst]

Headcanon Potpurri, Red Matador: THE JOCKS + Fermin

A.k.a most normal Monster Energy consumers 🙄

I just realized, but by posting this, both of the main "HC series" on this blog so far (This one and Gareth's story) are just one post away to be finished. Pretty perfect coincidence, given WWC Spain vs England is tomorrow. Maybe the result will determine whose series ends first 👀

Anyways... I'll confess right away and say that these 4 consumed my brain the most out of the team; so they get the most HCs from me. Get ready. This will be fun.

First off, JOCK JUMPSCARE 😱

Ignore Toni, he's actually chill

Ok, now onto the actual headcanons:

Querardo is from Navarre (Around Tudela), and so does Samuel (His dub profile confirms he's from Pamplona/Iruña). They actually met thanks to their respective fathers, both with a close bond. In fact, Samu's father was the assistant (named "mozo de espadas" in the bullfighting world) of Querardo's father for a while, at least until they parted ways and found their respective wives. Pretty much every July, in time for the San Fermín festival, the Naval and the Mayo reunite and celebrate together.

They might not share schools, but Querardo and Samuel have a very close friendship and they enjoy every meeting as best they can. They also played together for the Spanish Community Cup, in which they were the key players that led Navarre to the trophy.

Like mentioned before, Querardo's father is a famous matador from Seville, but his mother is just another worker at the farm her family owns. Having a cozy home inbetween the wilderness, she at least had a place to raise her son at. And yes, Querardo was pretty much raised alongside mother nature :')

Samuel's parents have pretty normal lives, and I guess their son too. However, upon some years ago, his father had an almost fatal injury that left him incapacitated, only being able to move in a wheelchair. Said injury's origin is attributed to a running of the bulls, a simple incident. Or so it seems.

Meanwhile, as for Davi... His fathers are huge fans of soccer like him, but messier. His father is a Barcelona Orb fan, his mother a Gran Madrid fan. They act surprisingly peaceful when a VS happens, BUT their discussions get heated whenever they talk about what team will their son join in the future. They are perhaps TOO supportive for his own good.

...Truth is, Davi just wants to keep his options open, man. Hell, he isn't even of a particular team. He likes all teams, and all he wants is to support local talent no matter the colors. As long as it is from ESPAÑITAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

...Yeah, Davi is very passionate about spanish soccer as a whole. VERY. And inspired by his japanese profile, he is very openly competitive with the other countries. I don't think he's either a good winner or loser unfortunately

He's from Madrid, so his bond isn't as deep as Samuel + Querardo's at first glance. However even before the FFI started, Davi bonded well with the field forward and so with the captain, to the point he was quickly integrated into the group when Redomata was formed.

Alternatively it would be cute if he met them from before BUUUUUT. Not sure yet.

However like on previous potpurri, him belonging there doesn't stop him with intereacting with others; in fact he's quite more sociable than the other SS Trio members (That's saying a lot).

Davi gets the best with the midfielders, mainly because of Joan and his easy-going atitude. Pedro and Igor are quite stupid at times but the forward doesn't like being rude with them, given they remind him of his little sister. And Mikel, uh...

Yeah, it's time to talk about something I owed here. Unfortunately as the FFI progresses, Davi starts to notice that despite being a main field player, unfortunately his skill level wasn't the best, or at least nor the required one for the exigences of RM's rivals. With each match, Davi started to be more and more exigent with himself, wishing to be at other's levels. But the fact that barely anything came from this left him pretty resentful. And for a while, that resentment manifested in envy on those who were better than him. Mikel being one of those, unfortunately. So, he became pretty competitive with his teammates as well, but to such an extent it was getting quite frustrating for them too. And yes, this also added to the SS rivarly with Los Bellos. Oops.

...At least Brockenborg was the perfect slap in the face for him, making him accept his imperfections and seek a better future instead.

Being fair the whole trio went throught the most during the whole tournament, and with a reason (?)

And now, about the final member... Fermín is Querardo's cousin, the keeper's father being the younger brother of Victória Gartzia. When their child was born, he insisted to do all the required paperwork to make Fer carry his mother's surname first. And with a reason, she's literally a worldwide karate star.

Unfortunately, the relationship between cousins isn't the best, since since childhood Querardo would always pick on Fer by his huge appearance, and things got slightly worse by him choosing to style himself after a bull. Yeah, the matador jokes are endless when these two are together.

Fer has tried all he could to ignore that, but there's some truth hidden to it: Unlike a huge chunk of his family, he's actually VERY uncomfortable with bullfighting. But he feels often nervous of speaking out in front of his fanatic father, his equally as passionate uncle, AND his matador-on-training cousin. Yes, he is taller and even looks as old as any of the adults, but at the end of the day Fermín is still a 15 year old teen. And a pretty misunderstood one.

This is why when the FFI happened, Fer's spot on Querardo's circle was replaced by Davi soon enough. With him joining on the middle of the FFI he's often pursued by this group, but he'd rather keep his distance for now. Then again, out of the three he only has a good relationship with Samuel. They respect -and understand- each other.

Fer is still unsure how to feel about his other teammates, but he's glad the defenders seem to care about him. Rafael in particular wants him to join in their group the same way he does with Juan. Plus... They are technically the only RM players who do interact outside of a hissatsu, y'know...

His most peculiar relationship is with... Laudelino however, since for some reason he calls him his "Sancho Panza" and wants to bring him to his adventures. Fer does NOT share his way of thinking at all, so its messy.

Overall, maybe Liocott is the perfect spot for both cousins to talk out things better... Maybe. If they don't try to kill each other during the tournament, first of all (?

If you came to the end, thank you, here's a meme for you <3

#hc:ina11 #red matador #querardo naval #samuel mayo #david peroqui #fermín sánchez #I hate them (affecionate) #KASKDÑFDJK #Btw with “dynamic” on said meme I refer as *my* dynamic with them #...I'm so sorry; but... I genuinely cannot see neither of them as 100% good people at all #Samuel (At least in the manga) is horribly unhinged and I've spoken already about Davi #Querardo is the better of the three imo (I mean; look at his final convo with Endou) but even then something about him rubs me the wrong wa #I'm sure he has some sort of bad side too. If he regrets his actions or not; that's another story #Meanwhile about Fer.... its complicated :( #OC:Naval Family

[twistedtummies2]

Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum!

Hee, Hi, Ho, Hum!

I'm a most amazing guy!

A most amazing guy, am I!

Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum!

Hee, Hi, Ho, Hum!

I'm the stuff, I'm tellin' you!

For here's what I can do!

I can change myself into an elf!

Fly up high, like the birdies!

I can disappear into atmosphere...PEEK-A-BOO!

'Cause I know the Magic Wordies...

"Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum," Billy Gilbert.

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My next image in my “OCs & Inspirations” series for Disney’s 100th Anniversary! This time, I present to you Billy Géant and his inspiration, Willie the Giant from the “Mickey and the Beanstalk” segment of a personal favorite Disney film of mine, “Fun & Fancy Free!” The art here was done by @twisted-brainrot.

Billy came about because I wanted to do something with one of my favorite fairy-tales, “Jack and the Beanstalk,” which is a big part of what I think “activated” the more macro/micro side of my many, MANY kinks and fascinations. My thought process was I could do one of two things: one was create an AU for Twisted Wonderland with some characters as giants and others as “Jacks” (which I eventually did for “My Hero Academia,” and may do again for another couple of anime-ish franchises I love). Two was to create my own OC based on a Disney giant - and I went with Willie for a LOT of reasons - and do something with them. Obviously, that is the choice I went with, and I have not seen a reason to regret it: alongside Nakoda, perhaps even MORE than Nakoda, Billy is my most popular OC for Twisted Wonderland. I think there’s more art and writing for him than any of my other major characters for this universe.

He’s also the closest to his source material. Willie the Giant, in his initial appearance (and most other antagonistic roles he’s had since), is essentially a villain by incidence rather than choice. The film actually states this in black and white: “Willie was a nice giant…he just got too big for his britches.” He’s not really EVIL, he’s basically just a big, dumb kid. He’s selfish and has a bad temper: when he causes trouble, it’s not because he’s trying to actively hurt anybody, but simply because he either doesn’t know or doesn’t care about the consequences of his actions (or both). When you push him the wrong way, he then shows his dangerous side, as he can go from cuddly and silly to a terrifying titan of rage. Billy is the exact same way. As well as having a lot of Willie’s superficial elements as a character, the main takeaway between the two is that inherent childishness, and the dichotomy of danger and sweetness it provides. Billy is a lovable dunderhead who only becomes truly cruel and vicious when someone REALLY presses his buttons, and typically is only an antagonist because circumstance has sort of put him in that position. The big difference between the two is what they seek: Willie’s problem-causing is usually a result of greed or ignorance. Billy, however, is someone with a LOT of personal issues: he’s lived a large portion of his life being neglected, rejected, abandoned, and betrayed. He’s effectively a very lonely person who just wants some affection, some respect, and above all some companionship. Show him those things, and you’ll probably be fine.

As to the art…I asked Twisted-Brainrot to do this one because he’s actually made more art for Billy than anybody else, and because he’s also a big fan of Willie the Giant. I’m not sure, but I think this might have been his first (public) outing with the Disney original, and he did an absolutely MARVELOUS job. Seeing the big guy paired up with Billy is truly a treat, and speaking of Billy, I just love how cute he is. TB always draws him with this really cuddly “extra plush” appearance, and it’s truly beautiful to see him that way with his great-great granddaddy. Good big bois, both of ‘em. <3

#kink-related #oc art #not my art #i'm not an artist #ocs & inspirations #disney #twisted wonderland #oc #macro/micro #twisted-brainrot #billy #billy geant #willie the giant #fun and fancy free #mickey and the beanstalk

[bylightofdawn]

WIP Sunday

I almost didn't bother to post this because I've been feeling very....bleh and uninspired to write lately. I'm writing the end of chapter 39 so I'm inching slowly towards the end. I don't know how people are going to react to it. I don't know how I feel about it myself. LOL I'll have to come back to it in the editing phase and see if it's going to stand but right now it's definitely kinda a bittersweet sort of ending. And I'm at heart a die-hard sucker for a happy ending.

Of course, I am planning on writing at least two other sequel fics here and they will be SHORT and not unreasonably long. So everyone will get their happy ending there.

Not a whole lot of context required for this scene. Just Jaster and Detective Yoan having their lowkey Rick and Captain Louis Renault from Casablanca final meeting/uneasy departure from one another. Whereby Yoan politely asks Jaster to leave his planet and never come back. 😛 It's rougher than usual, I just have little mental and physical energy. Still wrestling with side effects from that damned ozempic which has pretty much wrecked my every Sunday this whole month. SO don't judge it too harsly.

“So what can I do for you, Detective?” Jaster asked neutrally as he eyed the younger man over the edge of his mug. The scent was too tempting, and so he risked taking a sip from the mug, knowing the liquid was going to scald his tongue, and sure enough, it was still piping hot.

But the need for caffeine and sheer stubbornness overruled common sense and Jaster swallowed a couple of gulps of the way too hot caf and suffered the sensation of it burning a path down his throat with a grimace.

“This is a follow-up in regards to our conversation a little over two months ago in which you and a suspected unknown amount of people carried out a tactical operation against a suspected Death Watch compound in Sector G-17.”

“I recall participating in a legal bounty hunt and collecting the bounties of six known Death Watch terrorists, all of whom had death marks and whose warrants were capture dead or alive. I also recall the successful capture and two additional members of Death Watch who were delivered into CFS custody by my men later in the day.”

Yoan shot him a dark look across the desk, and it was clear that still stuck in the man’s craw, something fierce.

“Yes, well, I found some concerning holes in your story, Mand’alor. However, in light of the Death Watch attack on the Jedi Temple and in order to not cause any further intergalactic incidents, the Coruscant Security Force believes that the matter has been resolved. However, a formal complaint against you has been logged with the local Bounty Hunter Guild due to the recklessness of your actions on that day. You did attack an occupied residential building, Mand’alor.”

“I am aware, Detective. I also recall there were zero civilian casualties reported.”

The man’s jaw went tight as he clenched it in open frustration. “Only through sheer dumb luck.”

He growled and honestly? Jaster felt a pang of regret because he understood the man’s frustrations. Keth Yoan didn’t seem like a bad man and in point of fact, compared to most Republic authorities he’d come across, he seemed like a honest lawman who wanted to protect the citizens of Republic City.

The long-buried Journeyman Protector inside of Jaster could sympathize with his frustration because he’d been in his boots once upon a time.

“The Bounty Hunter Guild reviewed the case and your license to conduct bounty hunts within Coruscant space has been suspended for one Galactic standard year. At this time the CFS will not be pursuing any further charges, consider this your legal notice served.”

With that, he slid a datapad across the desk towards Jaster.

Jaster was almost impressed at the balls on the man who when thwarted by his own superiors, decided to go that extra petty mile to lodge a formal complaint with the Guild.

“Consider me duly notified.” He said, unable to keep the bemusement out of his voice as he picked up the pad. All things considered, he had no intention of collecting any bounties in the near future, much less in Coruscant space. “If it makes you feel any better, I have no intention of returning to this planet anytime soon. I’ve had my fill of Galactic civilization.”

“With all due respect, Mand’alor, that is the best news I’ve heard all week.” Keth said, his tone indicating just how much respect he held for the other man.

“I understand, Detective. I’m sorry for any frustration this has caused you.”

“Was it worth it?” The younger man asked suddenly. “All the people who died for your bloody crusade against Death Watch?”

“Compared to how many would have died if those bombs had gone off successfully? The children who would have died? Yes. Call me a bastard if you need to, but it was worth it when I compare the number of people who died compared to how many others would have if Death Watch’s plot had gone off. But don’t think that those deaths don’t weigh on my conscience all the same.” The dark-haired Mandalorian’s expression was grim as he set his mug down on the table.

“Good, they should,” Yoan said bluntly. “It’s been my experience when people in power start to forget the cost, especially when it comes to people’s lives, then that’s a slippery slope that inevitably leads to some truly monstrous actions.”

Jaster studied the detective silently for a moment and found himself almost wistfully remembering his own days as a Journeyman Protector. Life had been a lot easier in so many ways and he’d been so damned green at the time but he’d had that same fire within his heart and determination to right the wrongs of the universe.

His people like to tease him about being just as ridiculous and idealistic these days, but that idealism had definitely been honed by bitter sacrifice and the hard truth that sometimes, you couldn’t help a shitty situation. No matter how hard to tried, there just wasn’t a good choice and sometimes you just had to choose the one that caused the least amount of heartbreak and harm.

And then, you had to learn to live with yourself and your guilty conscience afterwards.

He could see the jaded knowledge in Keth Yoan’s eyes but the younger man hadn’t had that idealism fully beaten out of him just yet.

He wondered what sort of man he would be in a decade. If this job’d break him or if he would be forced to compromise his moral certainty to survive like so many other older, more jaded law enforcement officers.

“I am lucky that I have plenty of people around me who would stop any despotic leanings I might demonstrate before I got too out of line. But your point is well taken, I appreciate your concern, Detective Yoan.”

That actually seemed to amuse the younger man because his mouth twitched with an ill-concealed smile.

“I had noticed. Thank you for your time, Mand’alor.”

“Of course, keep up the good work and stay safe, Detective Yoan.” Jaster said as he climbed to his feet and walked the younger man to turbolift door.

They didn’t shake hands but they did exchange civil nods of acknowledgment which was about as good as they could get considering their somewhat thorny relationship.

#wip sunday #el writes #seeds for the future fic #fanfic snippet

[unnerving-presence]

Hi I'm the anon that has send the request about the reader killing the killers, and I loved it!

Can I ask for a part two? Where the entity takes notice of how powerful the reader is and makes them her vessel of sorts, giving them powers and whenever Killers are misbehaving, she sends the reader to..... "teach" them a "lesson"

Same Killers please if you could 🥰

Wow I am so messed up

Of course :) I resisted the urge to elaborate on the readers power but the entity basically merged with them so they have the power of the entity in a way and they’re not as sympathetic so it’s easier for them to put the killers in their place

I love this concept so much I literally have to hold back from writing too much. if you couldn’t tell i love torturing the killers lmao

warning: graphic depictions of violence and gore. this is basically just torture stuff so if you are not comfortable with it please do not read!

Part 1

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Kazan Yamaoka/The Oni:

As brutal as you were, Kazan never expected the Entity to make you it’s servant. He hasn’t talked to you much ever since you’ve been restricted from going into trials, so the only way he would really know about you serving the Entity is if another killer told him, or if you had to punish him yourself.

For the first time in his life, he’s actually been afraid of someone. Nobody has been able to (alone) take him down. Now seeing as someone like you can? He’s not terrified, if anything he sees you as a little badass, but he does not want to get on your bad side.

He’s never seen you punish a killer, but he has seen the aftermath. The Hillbilly, better known as Max Thompson Jr., decided that he wouldn’t listen to The Entity, decided that he’d kill the survivors the way he wanted. All of them died too quickly for The Entity to feed on their fear, and she was not pleased. Needless to say that the poor man’s cries of pain could be heard for miles, and Kazan would never forget the way Max was desperately trying to keep his organs in place as he struggled to get back to his realm. You wouldn’t even give him the sweet release of death after you were done with him..

This is nothing like when the mob attacked, not even close. This was a new type of pain, pain that makes you wish you were dead. Kazan was never one to give up so easily, but in your grasp he feels so helpless. He doesn’t even have the energy to be angry anymore. He feels so vulnerable with his mask off, with his armor tossed to the side. His jaw is now broken, and his ribs feel like they’re going to snap at any second. You’ve barely started, and you’re already making him regret his actions in his last trial.

“I’m not going to kill you, but I am going to make it hurt.”

Michael Myers/The Shape:

At first, he doesn’t really seem to care that much. If he’s not the one in pain, it’s not really his problem. He still holds a bit of a grudge against you, meaning he stalks you, so he’s known since the start that you’re serving The Entity.

He’s surprised that you’ve gotten this far just from killing him, though he is a bit jealous. You don’t really scare him that much considering your small stature. If anything it’s kind of cute to him. Just a little thing like you running around and giving killers a little bonk on the head for not doing good in trials is a thought that almost makes him smirk. Of course those thoughts were before he’s seen you punish a killer. Now that he’s really seeing it in action, he understands why The Entity made you it’s servant. Though he is far from scared of you, he is a bit impressed at how the other killers feel a bit more uneasy when they see you pass by, some even fleeing to their own realms.

Michael can do almost anything he wants in The Entity’s realm without being punished. Hell, he even kills the survivors too fast for the Entity’s liking and comes back from a trial unscathed. Now with you by The Entity’s side, Michael isn’t as free as he used to be. Michael doesn’t know that however, and doesn’t really seem to care. Atleast he didn’t seem to care until he was the one in all those other killer’s shoes.

It’s been what seemed like hours and Michael looks like he’s on the verge of tears. With his own knife, you’ve managed to do quite a bit to him. His mask is removed, face terribly bruised with a nose bleed that seems like it could go on forever. He’s lost a couple fingers, and the remaining digits no longer have nails. His arms and chest are littered with large and small stab wounds alike, ones that you dig your fingers into when it seems like he hasn’t quite gotten the message that he isn’t in charge here. Michael’s vision occasionally blacks out, only to be woken up by a bash on the head with the handle of the knife. You’re not sure how much he can take, but you are sure that Michael will never forgive you for this.

Summoning a sharp tendril, you swiftly pierce it through Michael’s leg, waking him and receiving a loud grunt as he stares up at you with a tired but furious gaze.

“Wakey wakey Michael, I’m not quite done with you yet.”

Danny Johnson/Ghostface:

This man is so jealous. He was a killer way before you did anything special! Technically he does serve The Entity, but not in the way you do. Danny probably thinks you’re not all that since he’s probably still mad as shit that you embarrassed him like that.

He hears some of the killers talk about you like you’re a nightmare come true. Of course Danny calls it all bullshit and says you’re probably not as ruthless as they say you are. Honestly he just isn’t ready to accept that fact that you have more power over him than he does, and he’s not very fond of the fact that he can’t be an asshole to you anymore.

Danny has never heard nor seen you give one of the killers a lesson, but he has been given shockingly precise details on just what you can do to them. He’s never heard of a survivor having this much power over the killers. Well I guess he couldn’t call you a survivor anymore now, could he? Nonetheless he seems to forget that there are consequences for his actions, especially after a trial he didn’t do so well in.

Danny hasn’t known fear until this day. He displeased The Entity, and now he pays the price. He can no longer see, but he can feel. He can feel the way you pry his mouth open and slowly cut his tongue open. He can feel just how strong your bond is with The Entity, how much you’ve changed. His throat burns from how much he’s been yelling in agony. He coughs up blood as it travels into his lungs, making it more difficult to breathe by the second. It was already worse having you kill him in a trial when you were a survivor, now this torture?

“I love that look of despair on your face.”

Frank Morrison/The Legion:

As if you couldn’t get any scarier to him, now you’re serving The Entity. He hasn’t talked to you ever since you last saw each other so he really has no idea of what you’re doing with The Entity until somebody goes up and straight up tells him.

From what he’s recently heard, you’re now going around teaching killers not to displease The Entity? Sounds odd that all of this is happening in such a short amount of time but it doesn’t make it any less scary for him. He hates being scared, but knowing that if he tries doing things his way will get him punished makes him kind of worried as he tends to go a bit overboard in some of his trials.

His friends are lucky enough to not experience the horror of being tortured into submission, but they have been told what it feels like. He tries his best to comfort Susie and tells her that as long as she does things the way The Entity wants, she will be okay. Needless to say The Legion is very scared of you. Please go easy on them they’re only teenagers (except for Frank of course)

It was bound to happen someday. Frank got too angry at those pesky survivors and wasn’t thinking straight. Not even in a trial, he managed to kill 2 of them. He would learn soon enough that killing isn’t allowed outside of trials. The rest of The Legion are huddled up in a corner. Susie is sobbing into Joey’s chest as he slowly rubs her back, trying his best not to look at what’s going on in front of him. Julie can’t seem to look away, pure shock seeming to be the thing holding her still. Frank feels like all of his bones are on the verge of shattering. How is he even alive at this point? His organs aren’t in place, scattered across the hard wood floor, leaving a sour smell behind. The only thing keeping him up at this point is the hook that is impaled straight through his shoulder. He wants so badly to just die, but The Entity is the only thing keeping him alive at this moment. No matter how much blood you spill, it’s not over until The Entity says it’s over.

“Oh Frank, you know this is far from over..”

#dbd #dbd x reader #michael myers #michael myers x reader #kazan yamaoka #kazan yamaoka x reader #ghostface x reader #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson #frank morrison x reader #frank morrison #tw gore #tw violence #tw blood #dead by daylight

[bunnyywritings]

bubbly s/o opens up about trauma pt. 1

bakugou katsuki & shouto todoroki x gn!reader

word count: 1.8k

requested by anon: Katsu, Sho, Izu, and Eiji headcanons to their bubbly, and sweet crush, and close friend, opening up to them about being abused by their parents growing up? They've gotten therapy and are living with their Grandparents but sometimes they get upset when someone brings up parents or asks about the scars from abuse. They tell them they shared this with them because they refused to lie to them. They hug him close, thanking him for being a good friend. -Morp

[a/n: i hope you don’t mind that I’m doing it in parts anon! i ended up doing scenarios for each one, i'm a bit rusty so i apologize if this isn't very well done. you can read part 2 [ here ] ,thank you for requesting sweet heart! here you go! - yours truly, bunny -`ღ´- ]

TW: mentions of parental abuse & scars, nothing explicit but implied

To an extent, he always knew. Maybe not the specifics, but whenever you were alone and thought no one was paying any attention, you’d let your guard down. The metaphorical sparkle in your eyes would dim, your shoulders would slump as if you were taking a break. Then someone would approach and in the blink of an eye, the sparkle was back and the familiar grin on your lips was present once again. Despite what others may think, Bakugou was a good friend.

He worried about you. A lot.

That may be due to the fact that he has a huge crush on you, but it was unlikely. He values your friendship so much. He’d rather have you as a friend than anything else, really. That was mainly his insecurity talking though. He just thought he wasn’t good enough for you. No one was, really. But that’s besides the point.

He had never explicitly said anything about his feelings for you but he didn’t need to. It was quite clear through his actions. Well...clear to everyone but you, that is. Even Aizawa had caught on. And he couldn’t care less about his students’ love lives. He’s had his fill of teenage angst and drama.

During training, he’d always make sure your water bottle was full or during lunch he’d keep an eye out and make sure you were eating. Sometimes he’d even give you extra pieces of meat from his plate, or if he had veggies he knows you like, he’d wordlessly place them into your rice bowl.

Now this wasn’t one sided at all. You also had your ways of looking out for him.

If you were doing a convenience store run with Sero and you saw the particular snack that Bakugou likes, you’d instantly grab a few. For his birthday, you had gotten him custom earplugs for quirk training. It had been after you and him were paired to spar against each other, he always insisted on not holding back against you out of respect, and you had experienced one of his full blown attacks head-on. Your ears were ringing for about half an hour before you could somewhat hear again, and even then, everything was a bit muffled.

Needless to say, you were worried about his hearing

He scoffed and rolled his eyes when he unwrapped the box. Scolding you for wasting money on something he had no use for.

He always uses them though. Especially when he’s doing stamina training, and it’s explosion after explosion.

Anyways. He notices your strange behavior, one day. You stopped trying to keep up the façade and you were sort of gloomy all day. He was absolutely pissed that no one had noticed the change, and he’d yell at them later for it, but he kept his cool and waited until he could be alone with you.

It had been around 8pm, just an hour before his bedtime, when he made some tea for the both of you and carried it up to your dorm room. He paused in front of your door, looking down at both his hands, a mug in each one, then looking at the door handle. Realizing he won't be able to physically open the door by himself, he awkwardly bumped the door with his elbow.

“Hey idiot, it’s me. Open the door.” He grumbled quietly, frowning when you hadn’t responded. Before he could repeat himself a little more aggressively, the muffled sound of your sniffling made his stomach drop. Panic rising throughout his body as he made up worst case scenarios in his head.

“(Y/n), seriously. Is everything okay?” All attempts to sound calm failed as his voice betrayed him, trembling the slightest bit.

On the other side of the door, you started to panic. Furiously wiping any evidence of tears or snot from your face before you slumped over to the door, turning the lock and tugging it open to reveal a frowning Bakugou. He wasn’t upset, he was worried. It was evident in his red irises.

“Here. Drink it before it gets cold.” He handed you a mug before walking past you and into your room. He admired the decor everytime he was in there, no matter how many times he had seen it already, it never failed to make his heart warm. You had a wall full of pictures of yourself with your friends. There were a few solo photos of your friends as well. Most were candid shots, there were a fair few of him.

It always reminded him that beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder. You cherished those candid photos because in your eyes, when your friends were carefree and themselves, no poses, no facade, that’s when they were their most beautiful.

He took a seat on your bed and patted the space beside him. Nudging the door shut, you made your way over and got comfortable.

“What’s up with you today? You seemed...not yourself.”

You didn’t respond, opting to take a sip of your tea. He knew there was something up and he wasn’t gonna push you. So he leaned back and got comfortable, waiting until you were ready. It was a solid three minutes of silence before you took a deep breath.

“I-I don’t want to lie to you, Katsuki. It just wouldn’t be fair so uhh, yeah. Here goes.” He could tell that this was overwhelming for you so, wordlessly, he put down his mug and held his hand out to you and you grasped it, like it was a lifeline.

And you told him.

You told him about the abuse from your own parents. He felt his blood boil as you showed him a few scars inflicted by your parents’ quirks. You explained that it was the anniversary of the day you ran away and went to live with your grandparents, and how you had been seeing a therapist on the regular since then.

It pained him to see you struggle through the tears, hiccuping a few times as you attempted to catch your breath. You didn’t even have to say it but he could see it, it was an all too familiar feeling to him. He tugged you to him, letting go of your hand and pulling you into his chest, his arms wrapping you up in a warmth that made the stinging tears return.

“You know, this doesn’t make me think less of you. You’re not weak. Those bastards don’t realize how bad they screwed up. You’re strong, and they’re gonna regret every goddamn choice they’ve made when they see how far you’ll go.”

“Thank you.” You whimpered as you gave in to the new wave of tears, hooking your arms around his shoulders. “Thank you…”

If anyone asks, no...he wasn’t crying. (He was though.)

If anyone was familiar with the signs of abuse, it was him. 

It hurt him so much knowing that you had gone through what he did, maybe not to the same extreme but you had experienced it nonetheless. 

He admired you though. Despite whatever happened to you, you were always bright. Always in a good mood and always choosing to see the good in people. He knows that he didn’t have the strength to do that. Maybe eventually, but not so soon. He had never wanted to pry. You guys were friends, practically best friends and he trusted that you’d tell him when you were ready. 

To his knowledge, no one knew. No one mentioned the way you’d flinch around sudden movements or when someone raised their voice. Honestly, it was a wonder that you had even befriended Iida. He was the epitome of loud and sudden. Always waving his arms around at the randomest times and always shouting to chastise someone for breaking a rule. 

He noticed that you tended to cover up your torso often. Never really wearing anything more revealing than a normal t-shirt. Even on the class trip to the beach, you insisted on staying covered up. No one questioned it, chalking it up to insecurity. Even during training when everyone had to wear their gym uniform, while others undid the top part and wrapped it around their waist, being clad in a tank top or sports bra, you had always kept it on. Even when it was extremely hot. More often than not, he found himself resting his palm against your forehead to cool you off. 

It hadn’t been very hot, but Aizawa decided to run everyone ragged with combat training, so everyone was partnered up. Todoroki had been partnered with Denki and you had been paired up with Eijirou.

As he sat with his classmates, watching the two of you spar, he was quite impressed. Not that he doubted your skill but both fighting styles were drastically different. Eijirou and his quirk relied on close combat while your quirk worked best with long-range. He could see the frustration on your face when Eijirou kept charging towards you and engaging in hand to hand.

As the fight went on, Kirishima had hardened his forearm and hand, kinda like a makeshift blade and as he took you down, he had accidentally cut the top of your gym uniform. As the dust settled and the both of you got up, the tear in your clothes allowed the whole class to see your back and shoulders, skin littered with scars. All were different in size, color, severity, etc. 

Everyone was stunned silent, not having expected anything like this. 

“(Y/n)...what happened?” You could feel the breeze on your back and the pity in Kirishima’s eyes made you angry.

Everyone suddenly snapped into realization. Various questions of; ‘who did that to you?’, ‘where did those come from?’ and whatnot were shot at you from different directions. He could see you slowly being overwhelmed by everything. His heart dropped as he made eye contact with you, your eyes tired and filled with tears. 

“That’s ENOUGH!” Everyone froze and looked at Todoroki with wide eyes, his voice booming.

Sensing the tension starting to rise, Aizawa sighed. 

“Alright everyone settle down. Training is over, get back to class. (Y/n). A word.” 

Reluctantly, Todoroki followed the boys into the locker room and changed into his school uniform.  When everyone was out and he returned outside to the training grounds, you and Aizawa weren’t there so he had gone back to the locker rooms. He knocked and called out to you. 

“Can I come in?” He heard a meek ‘yeah.’ So he carefully made his way inside. 

There you were, dressed in your school uniform and sat on a bench with your face buried in your hands, shoulders shaking. 

“(Y/n)...” He gently placed a hand on your shoulder, he winced when you looked up at him. IIt ached him to see your beautiful eyes tainted by tears. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner Sho…” Your bottom lip quivered. 

“Please, don’t apologize.” He opened his arms. You stood up and basically collapsed into them, clutching onto the back of his blazer. “Just always remember that I may understand more than anyone else will. I’ll never judge you, you know that right?” 

“I know…It’s just, ugh-” You pulled away and wiped the tears from your face. “I don’t want anyone to change how they look at me because of what my parents did to me and when everyone saw, and they were asking all of their questions, their eyes...they were just full of pity.” 

“Then look into mine.”

And when you did, you didn’t see pity. 

You saw admiration. You saw belonging. Love. Understanding. 

“Nothing will ever change with me, (Y/n).” He pressed his forehead against yours, “I will always be here for you.” 

#anon request #bnha #bnha x gn!reader #mha x gn!reader #mha #shouto todoroki x gn!reader #bakugou katsuki x gn!reader #shouto todoroki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #angst #comfort

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Also, tell us about The Repercussions of Unknowing Patricide 😄

Oooh, going for the knives here.

Firstly something I have to say about this one is that I was really surprised by some of the reaction it got. I mean I realised it was going to be ~*~controversial~*~ and it was meant to be, and actually reading the comment section as a whole now, there's actually far less comments like this than I felt getting it 😅

But I was really surprised by how little sympathy some people had for Marinette and the hopes for things to somehow get worse for her. Perhaps I'm too used to writing villains so readers aren't surprised when Gabriel or Nathalie make Bad Decisions, but while Marinette's actions were ill-advised, and deliberately played on character traits of hers that could get her into trouble, she was also a 14 year old girl with way too much responsibility panicking in the face of the body of her friend's dad (who he's unknowingly killed). I don't think it's surprising she might make mistakes, and unfortunately the only person there who could stop her was Nathalie which....yeah.

Now I'm going to put the second thing I'd like to share about this fic under a cut partly for spoilers and partly because it's more Agreste/Gabenath centric compared to the fic.

So I'm actually fairly happy with where I ended the fic; especially as it's Marinette PoV and her story with regards the Agrestes is pretty much ended.

But there are two threads left open of which the first is whether Adrien would ever find out the truth, and the latter being how Senti!Gabriel takes Nathalie's resignation and move out of the Agreste household.

Because what's relevant to both of these is that Nathalie does honestly hope that giving Senti!Gabe his own amok will get rid of his attachment to her as her own feelings regards Gabriel will not longer be affecting him.

This is not the case.

Because to him Nathalie is his everything. She's his friend, his creator, and well, he was literally created from her love for the Agrestes, of course he loves her.

And the idea of living without her t e r r f i e s him.

They have a very fraught conversation the night she leaves where she tries to tell him it'll be OK and he'll get over it, and he asks if she means the way she's gotten over Gabriel, and that leads to more about how real he and his feelings are.

This is relevant because if Adrien ever does find out he initially rejects senti!Gabe his anger-guilt spiral but I think the back that he has been the father the real Gabriel never was, and he's not responsible for anything, leads to Adrien accepting him as a second father.

And Senti!Gabe very much argues Nathalie's side, and if Adrien ever does reconcile with her that's way.

I thought I had some dialogue bits for this but actually they're all Carola_Tavs's so I'd have to get her permission to share though 😅

I also have a darker idea where Adrien does kind of reconcile with her but he refuses to let her run away from what she's done and she does end up back at the mansion with Senti!Gabe.

She wanted to give him a happy family after all right?

There's also a crack!AU which is wildly out of tone with the original fic where Adrien doesn't (or hasn't yet) found out and Senti!Gabriel decides to prove to Nathalie that he's a person with his own motivations who does love her.

Where:

It's Nathalie's retirement/leaving do from Gabriel.

He has his own amok.

And he keeps buying her drinks.

"What are you up to?" Nathalie asks.

"Up to? Why would I be up to anything?"

"I recognise the glint in your eyes. You've got some sort of sneaky plan going on which you think is very clever."

He raises his hands in surrender, "Isn't a man allowed to have some surprises for the best assistant ever?"

She looks him up and down, "alright then. I'll allow it."

She is going to regret this.

So it's gets later, and she has that moment where she suddenly realises that she's way too drunk. Like seriously drunk. She's not sure she can stand upright drunk, and yes she isn't working now, and that's why she's let herself indulge but she hasn't been like this in years. Possibly ever. God she's way worse than she's scolded Marinette for being.

Senti!Gabriel comes to her "rescue."

"Come on Nat, let's get you out of here," he says putting an arm around her and half carrying her to the car.

He gets in with her and it takes her WAY too long to remember that isn't that wrong? they don't live together anymore.

But she's tired, and like he'll look after her right? it's what he does.

and she falls asleep in the car.

She wakes up....Nathalie has no idea where she wakes up

A hotel? Somewhere? She's in her underwear but otherwise undressed in a lying in a bed in a room she doesn't recognise but a vista of blue skies and sea out the balcony.

Wait. Sea? She thinks. She was in Paris last she remembers.

Gabriel enters the room and puts down a glass of water, and painkillers on her bedside table.

"How are you feeling?" He asks and sits right down next to her on the bed like that's something he can do.

"Where the hell are we?"

"Mallorca." (I was going to send them further away but idk how long I could knock Nathalie out for. If you think it's plausible he could get them to the tropics let me know.)

"Mal- what the hell Gabriel? How? How did no-one stop you at the airport?"

"You know they're not that picky in the private jet section so long as it matches the manifest. And I had your passport and I told them I didn't want to wake my girlfriend up. You looked very adorable by the way."

"girlfriend? "

"mmhmm."

"oh my god," and she's still dealing with girlfriend but, "did you carry me through the airport?"

"Only onto the plane, the car almost brought us to it."

She buries her head in her hands.

"What are you doing?"

"Celebrating the upgrade in our relationship."

"There is no upgrade in our relationship, I'm not your girlfriend. You're just my, my- I don't ever know what you are to me."

"Well I was hoping to change that, you see, you're not my assistant anymore. You're don't control me anymore,"

"No, this has made that very clear."

"So there's nothing stopping us Nathalie. Adrien will be delighted. You know he's never understood why we're not together, and everyone I told was very complimentary."

"You told people," her eyes are wide and she's furious, "what the hell were you thinking?"

"I might have pre-empted things a bit."

"Pre-empted?!" she shrieks, "You, you," she blinks, "you're trying to make me do what you want aren't you. You think you can just present this as a fait accompli and then I'll go along with it."

"You could look at it that way."

"Yeah I could. Or I could look at it as blackmail couldn't I? Because you think you've made it too embarrassing for me to just go home now."

"It doesn't have to be," he says, "you could enjoy it.

"Enjoy it? A faux romantic holiday? And then a fake relationship with you until it's an acceptable time for us to break up without it looking terrible? Why the hell would I enjoy that?"

"It doesn't have to be fake."

"We've had this conversation."

"No you've had it. You don't give me a chance to say anything."

She looks away. "It wouldn't work. You know I loved him. And I made you love me,"

"And did you want me to do all of this?"

"Of course not."

"Exactly," the corner of his lips edge up in a smirk, "I'm not doing what you want anymore so that objection of yours is nul and void. I'm doing what I want. And what I want is you."

#the repercussions of unknowing patricide #fic ask

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Your thoughts on the Cursed Child giving us pure good Slytherins like Scorpius, Albus and Craig? I'm not a Slytherin myself but it's always good to see Hogwarts houses more nuance than a house being purely good or purely evil.

It's one of my favourite things about Cursed Child, honestly? It dismantles a lot of the preconceived notions about Slytherin, and it critiques Harry and his friend’s opinions on them. It takes that scene at the end of the books ("What if I am put in Slytherin?") and expands upon it.

I've already answered a question about Craig, so I'll mostly talk about Albus and Scorpius and their relationship with their house. It's interesting seeing or hearing how each actor responds in the sorting scene. Scorpius varies from annoyed, but not surprised - to happy and relieved, in Nyx's case. But Albus is always shocked. Sean changed her reaction up every time I saw her. Sometimes they were smiling. Still riding on the high of that conversation in the train carriage to Hogwarts - which made the look in their eyes at the sorting hat's decision all the more heartbreaking. And sometimes she was already terrified. Wringing her hands, her eyes darting through the audience as the hat stalls over Albus' house. And then it happens, and they go completely still with shock.

There's a lot of stock put into characters choosing their houses, but I don't think Albus or Scorpius had a choice. Albus didn't ask for Slytherin and, even if he did, how do we know that the hat would have put him there just because he asked and not because it's where he belonged? I think a lot of people used to misinterpret the traits of a Slytherin as purely bad or black and white. Ambition? Cunning? Doing anything to get what they want? Surely these aren't the traits of a good person. Surely no one that has the ability to be kind or selfless would be sorted into Slytherin.

But one of the major bullies of Scorpius and Albus is Polly Chapman, and she's in Gryffindor. Rose, also in Gryffindor, claims that she used to be best friends with Albus, but it's clear from their conversations that she doesn't talk to him anymore and that he doesn't trust her anymore. Even his older brother is a model Gryffindor student, and yet he teases Albus constantly. Something we forget is that these are all teenagers. Scorpius, Albus, and Rose are characters we first meet when they're eleven years old, and their arcs in the play end when they're fourteen. We're all still developing our sense of self at these ages. None of us knew who we were or what we wanted. We acted based on impulse and on years of influence from our parents, our family, our friends - anyone older than us who we believed must have known better.

There's something inherently flawed about putting eleven year old’s into houses that whittle them down to the most basic of traits. Because it's not as simple as that? Hermione could have been a Ravenclaw - she's got the brains for it, and the thirst for learning. But she could have been a Slytherin, too - isn't her ambition one of the first pieces of dialogue about her in the play? Craig could be a Hufflepuff. He's kind and loyal, he's quiet and shy. We see very little ambition from him in the play, although we do know that he's prefect and that he's clever enough to be able to do the Scorpion King's homework as well as his own. I think Craig is a perfect example of houses not defining a student's entire personality. He's the perfect example of how much more complex and nuanced these kids are, beyond what their houses say about them.

With Scorpius and Albus, we have a clearer idea of why they were sorted into Slytherin. We see how well Scorpius does in the other reality, concealing his true feelings and moving from each scene with such clear goals in mind and without ever faltering in his search for answers. There's something he says in the Forbidden Forest to Snape that I think sums my answer up really well - "The world changes and we change with it. I am better off in this world." Because, like it or not, he is popular in this world. He is well liked and respected in this world. He sees that and a part of him enjoys that - he and Albus even discuss it later on in the dormitory, and Scorpius reveals how much braver and stronger he feels for his experiences. But, as he goes on to say, "the world is not better. And I don't want that."

It's about the fact that, while he does enjoy being popular and respected, none of that matters because he still sees how cruel and jaded the Scorpion King is. He sees Craig cowering at the sight of him in the library and he hates it. Of course he fixes the world because he knows it can't go on like this. But he also fixes it because he looks right through the power and strength of his alternate self, and he sees a selfishness and cruelty that he cannot accept. When Sean's Albus would laugh and bring up Polly Chapman fancying Scorpius, Nyx would give the most unimpressed shrug. And then their voice would lower and their expression would darken, as they explained just how awful the Scorpion King was. How none of that popularity or respect mattered, because it concealed an evil that Scorpius hated to have found existed in himself, even in another reality.

And continuing with the theme of that scene in the dormitory, we also hear Albus dismantling his own actions that he's made up until that point. He worries that he only wanted to save Cedric to prove himself. He only put their lives on the line because he wanted to show the world that he isn’t just Harry Potter’s son. That he isn’t just a Slytherin in a family of Gryffindors - that he can be brave and heroic, too. But there are different kinds of bravery. And Albus could have done anything he wanted to remove himself from the shadow of his dad. He’s a clever kid. He’s cunning and resourceful - he’s more of a Slytherin than even Scorpius, who comes from a family of Slytherins. But instead, he overhears a grieving father begging Harry to give him his son back, and he decides to do something about it. He decides to put himself at risk, running away from school and changing time itself to save the life of a complete stranger. Because he sees the love Amos has for Cedric - the kind of love he doesn’t feel from his own dad - and instead of feeling jealous or angry, he... wants to help. He wants to do what his dad cannot and bring an old man his son back. That’s kind. That’s heroic. 

“When Amos Diggory asked for the Time-Turner my father denied they even existed. He lied to an old man who just wanted his son back - who just loved his son. And he did it because he didn’t care... because he doesn’t care. Everyone talks about all the brave things Dad did. But he made some mistakes too. Some big mistakes, in fact. I want to set one of those mistakes right. I want us to save Cedric.” - Albus, Act One Scene Three.

“I know what it is to be the spare. Your son didn’t deserve to be killed, Mr Diggory. We can help you get him back.” - Albus, Act One Scene Fourteen.

"Cedric? Your dad loves you.” “What?” “Your dad loves you. Very much. I just thought you should know that.” - Albus and Cedric, Act Three Scene Twenty. 

In the final scene, Albus talks about how he wanted Delphi killed for what she did, and he says that maybe this is his “Slytherin side”. Maybe this is what the sorting hat saw in him. Because even after everything, even after all that he experienced and all that he’s seen in both Scorpius and Craig and the other Slytherin students, he’s still held down by the misconceptions about Slytherin. And that’s so unfair? It’s unfair that children have been made to feel like this. Albus is empathetic. Scorpius is kind. Craig is loyal. But they’re put into a box that none of them asked for and that is so hard to wrap your head around at that age. Because you don’t know what you did wrong, but you do know that it must have been something because suddenly everyone treats you differently. So you try to explain it to yourself. You think of everything you’ve ever said or done in a different light. And you wonder if maybe, just maybe, you are what they say you are. And you start to doubt every part of you that’s good or kind or compassionate. And it’s something that Albus struggles with the most in the play. And I’m going to close this ask with some quotes from Draco to Harry, because I think I’ve gone on for too long and because what he said is very relevant. 

“You can’t talk to Albus. I can’t talk to Scorpius. That’s what this is about. Not about my son being evil. Because as much as you might take the word of a haughty centaur, you know the power of friendship.”

“My father thought he was protecting me. Most of the time. People say parenting is the hardest job in the world - they’re wrong - growing up is. We all just forget how hard it was. I think you have to make a choice - at a certain point - of the man you want to be. And I tell you at that time you need a parent or a friend. And if you’ve learnt to hate your parent by then and you have no friends... then you’re all alone. And being alone - that’s so hard.”

“Maybe the black cloud Bane saw was Albus’s loneliness. His pain. His hatred. Don’t lose the boy. You’ll regret it. And so will he. Because he needs you and Scorpius.”

ask me questions about year two, year three, and other things!

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Prompts? This is a happy day! If you wish! I'm writing something similar but I need more cakes in the flavor and you write emotions so well! But early days in the archives and Tim and Sasha are giving Jon the cold shoulder and maybe there's an accident or something Jon really needs help with but he doesn't think he can go to either of them and he doesn't know Martin. And the next day he rolls up sick, or beat to hell, or has a cast, or a black eye, and Tim and Sasha are like WAT? And then feels!

Here you are! How do you know EXACTLY what to prompt me??? This is so my speed. So here you go- I hope you like!

“You’ve survived your first month in the Archives! That’s cause for celebration, Martin. Drinks on me!”

Tim’s cheerful tones weren’t hard to miss. Perhaps he didn’t notice Jon standing in the doorway, small and timid. He realized it was the middle of a rather stressful work week, but he just needed a little bit of help with some boxes. He’d been tired and worn out for the better part of the week, and the small ladder in Document Storage was rickety at best. Martin and Tim were both much taller and stronger than him- hell, even Sasha could’ve probably gotten the job done. Just a few minutes and then they could be on their way, to wherever they planned to go. Without him. 

Sasha was the one who noticed him. “Oh- hey, Jon. Did you need something?” 

He looked at the other two, twitching with clear impatience. Martin opened his mouth to speak but Tim made some sort of hushing motion with his hand. A sinking feeling made its way through Jon’s chest and to his stomach- the thought of asking for even the smallest of favors filled him with anxiety. He didn’t think he could bear seeing their faces when they said no. 

“Er, no, just- have a good night, yeah?” His voice sounded off, even to him, but they didn’t seem to make much of it, nodding awkwardly.

“You too!” Martin called after him as Jon scurried down the hallway, biting down whatever sadness stuck in his throat. He’d be here all night most likely. 

It didn’t bother him.

______

Jon stared up at the boxes looming tauntingly on the shelf, filled with statements that were likely just as disorganized as the ones on the shelf below. But these were labeled with the most recent dates in the Archive, and that’s what he planned on going through for the rest of the week.

Back in research, Tim used to prank him by putting things on the highest of shelves- books he needed, tea he wanted. It irked him but Tim would always be right around the corner to lend a helping hand and a teasing word. It got Jon out of his head for a moment, something very few people could accomplish. 

Tim still put things on high shelves in their break room but it just felt cruel, now that he wasn’t comfortable enough to ask for help. Now that Tim was never around the corner.

He put a tentative foot on the step ladder, grimacing as it leaned to the side. He’d put in an order for a new one at the beginning of his tenure but Elias never responded. He felt bad bothering the man with such a petty request when he could just ask his assistants for help. What was he supposed to tell him? ‘Hey my assistants seem to hate me and I’m too scared to ask them’ didn’t inspire much confidence.

Jon took another step forward, willing the ladder to stabilize. He needed to get to the fourth step to even have a chance of reaching the box, high up as it was. Just a bit further.

He made it to the fourth when everything went to hell. As soon as he reached his hands toward the box the ladder creaked and listed dangerously to the side, throwing him wildly off balance. He flailed right off the side, landing with a yelp and a crack on the cold concrete floor of Document Storage. 

The pain emanating from his left arm was almost paralyzing-it had taken almost all his weight in the fall and was lying awkwardly across the floor. It brought tears to his eyes as he tried to move it so he just laid there for a bit, willing himself not to pass out from the pain. How ridiculous he must have looked, lying prone on the ground, defeated by a fucking stepladder. 

When he finally decided to sit up his head spun- he only got as far as scooting back and leaning his head onto a shelf, trying to control his breathing. He had his phone in his pocket. If he needed help, he could just call Sasha or Tim or even Martin. His arm didn’t feel right and he would probably have to go to a clinic or the A & E, something he hated doing. He didn’t think he could brush this one off.

But what if they didn’t answer? He thought about the three of them at the bar, laughing and talking. Tim would be regaling them with some ridiculous story, his phone would ring. He would glance down at it, see Jon’s name and flip it over, ignoring it. 

Or worse, they would come, see him huddled on the floor and laugh. They would try to hold it in at first- they weren’t that rude. But as they helped him to his feet they wouldn’t be able to contain it. How embarrassing he was, how ridiculous. Jon couldn’t bear to be laughed at.

Two weeks ago he had walked past the upstairs break room on his way back from a meeting with Elias. It was entirely unproductive; he could sense Elias’s growing frustration with his lack of progress. Jon wondered if he regretted making him his Head Archivist, if he was already thinking of suitable replacements. Jon wouldn’t blame him.

And that’s when he heard it- an odd, mocking voice that he knew belonged to Ryan from research. Ryan and Jon never got on- Ryan was talkative and prone to gossip, and every attempt he had made to talk to Jon had been shut down by his inability to carry a conversation. On the odd times they were paired together to work, Jon took the brunt of it with utter silence, unwilling to complain about the man lest he be deemed more difficult than he already was.

But the voice he put on- stuffy and posh- was a caricature of Jon’s own. And sure enough, when he glanced in the doorway he saw Ryan hunched over a table, someone else’s glasses on his face as he screwed it up in a scowl and carried on as “Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute” to his captive audience.

His captive audience which included Sasha and Tim. 

He felt his heart shatter as the group laughed at the impression. It was accurate, why shouldn’t they? God, why hadn’t he realized how much everyone hated him here? Any respect he thought he earned faded quickly with this showing. He found himself sprinting down the hallway and locking himself in his office, ignoring Martin’s concerned inquiries as he desperately tried to blink back tears.

Remembering the incident brought the shame and embarrassment back tenfold. No, he would deal with this himself. That was the best course of action.

He took fifteen minutes to properly wallow but once his heart rate lowered and the pain was at manageable, dull roar he got to his feet and staggered down the aisle, constantly searching for a handhold. He had everything he needed on him- it wasn’t so cold that he couldn’t go without a jacket, and he knew he wouldn’t get any work done this evening. 

Making his way down the hallway and up the stairs was almost tortuous; he paused several times and took deep breaths to avoid passing out and making the problem worse. By the time he got to the lobby Rosie was already gone for the day and Ed, the janitor, was idly mopping by the front door.

“‘Ave a good night, sir,” the man said without looking up. “Careful though, s’slippery over-whoa there, Sims!”

He must have looked as awful as he felt because the man dropped his mop and made his way over to his side, his face the picture of concern. Jon was holding his arm at an awkward angle so as not to jostle it. “S’fine,” he wearily started. “Have a good night, Ed.”

“Don’ look fine to me, Jonny.” Jon hated this nickname, but he never let on. He didn’t want to upset the one man who still greeted him day and night, no matter how stressed and irritable Jon looked. It was a nice, comforting routine. “Somethin’ happen?”

“Just took a fall, nothing serious,” he lied, well aware that his palm was scraped and crusted with blood. “I’ll just be going, got a train to catch-”

“Let me get you a cab, son,” he said, a paternal hand on his shoulder. “Shouldn’t be on the tube looking like that, bound to make it worse.” Jon began to voice his protest but the man was already out the door, waving and stamping in the street. He would smile at the scene if he had the energy for it. Instead he just staggered after him, wincing with every step.

“Over here!” the man shouted, standing by a cab a little ways down the road. Ed opened the door and ushered him in, hands helpful and gentle and so kind that Jon has to blink away tears. “There’s a good lad. Take ‘im to the closest A & E, will ya?” Jon watched as he shoved a pocketful of bills in the cabbies hand.

“Ed, you’ve already done enough-”

“Nonsense,” he waved Jon off, still looking at him with that mix of warmth and concern that Jon so desperately needed. “You just get that checked out, y’hear? An’ come back in one piece!” With that, he shut the door and gave him a wave, standing in place until the car was out of sight.

Jon couldn’t hold back his tears after that.

_______

Jon comes in the next day, arm freshly broken and in a sling, medicated to the gills. He paused at first, considering not taking the pain medication but he eventually gave in as the pain progressed throughout the morning. He’s a little late and he’s going to have to march past his assistants’ desks and attempt to avoid questions. 

“Whoa there, boss! What happened?” Tim says immediately upon his arrival. Jon avoids his gaze and looks to the ground, walking as quickly as possible to his office and shutting the door. He deserves a bit of peace before the inevitable interrogation.

Of course, he would never be so lucky. All three assistants are soon hovering around the doorway, looking at him with a worry he doesn’t deserve. He sighs as he casts his eyes to the desk and slumps down in his chair.

“Took a spill yesterday, nothing serious,” he mutters in as staid a tone as he could manage. “Now, if you could please get back to work-”

“You’re not getting out of this that easily,” Sasha says, coming over to his desk, Tim not far behind. Martin stays in the doorway, ever polite. “You were fine we left!”

“It happened shortly afterwards. I advise none of you to use the stepladder for the time being.” He manages a weak smile that none of them return.

“Stepladder? Boss, I told you not to use that anymore!” Tim plops down in a chair, legs immediately going over the arm of it. Jon always imagined them talking in the office like this- a stupid fantasy he entertained when he first got the position. No one had ever sat in those chairs, they just stood in his office and counted the seconds until they could leave. ‘Why didn’t you ask us for help?”

“I-I was going to,” he begins, feeling instantly guilty at the thought of making them feel bad. “But- well, you looked like you had plans.”

Tim and Sasha exchanged a look. “You should’ve at least called us when it happened,” Sasha says, a hand on his desk. Jon aches to take it. “We were right around the corner.”

“I know,” he says. He feels out of it, vulnerable and loose and unmoored. Likely from the meds. 

“You knew and you still didn’t call?” Martin this time, his voice incredulous.

“I didn’t think you would come,” his voice is no more than a whisper and his chest aches something fierce. His hands tighten into fists at the silence that follows; he nervously starts to fill it.

“I know-look, it’s fine we’re not friends any more,” he starts, trying to keep his voice level. “But it- it just seems like you don’t want me to be your boss either?” His voice goes higher in pitch and he can’t seem to stop babbling. “I just- I need to know where I stand. So I know what’s okay to ask. I know this isn’t ideal but I- I need help sometimes. Not a lot, just...just sometimes.” 

“Jon,” Tim has a hand on his arm and an urgency in his voice. “That’s not- of course we would have come. Of course.” 

“I didn’t want you to laugh at m-me.” Christ, could he not get a handle on his emotions for five goddamn minutes? Why was he still talking?

“We would never laugh-” 

“But you did!” The words burst forward, almost a yell. “I-I saw you the other day. With Ryan- laughing at me. You know I don’t-” The breaths come quick and he can feel the tears coming down his face. God, what a mess he was. “I don’t understand where it all went wrong. If- if you don’t like me, why did you accept this job? Why are you here? What- what do I need to do better? Why were you laughing at me!” Jon dissolves into a mess of sobs as he slams his chair back from his desk, desperate to put as much space as he could between himself and his assistants.

But Jon never gets what he wants. Tim has his arms wound gently around his body, taking care to avoid the sling. And Sasha is there, a hand on his back as well.

“We- we weren’t laughing, Jon,” Tim tries, but Sasha cuts in.

“But we didn’t exactly tell him to knock it off, did we?” Her voice is angry and Jon doesn’t know who it’s aimed towards. He feels so stupid, so childish for breaking down like this but he knows what he saw. What he heard. “Ryan’s a jealous dick, he was just being mean. And...I guess we were being sort of mean, too.”

Tim takes over from there. “Look- things have gotten messy since we came down here, yeah? We’re...adjusting, that’s for sure. And I’m sorry that we made you feel like you did something wrong.”

“I- I did though, I must have-”

“No- Jon, look at me,” He hazards a glance at Sasha’s face, looking anywhere but her eyes. “You know me. Emotions aren’t particularly my forte. It’s- it’s a lot easier not to talk about things, but that doesn’t mean it’s right. It was a lot easier to hold onto my anger at being passed over, y’know?”

“If you told me- I would’ve had Elias switch us, I swear-”

“We don’t have to switch. To be honest, I don’t think I know how the fuck an Archive is supposed to be run either. At least not one like this,” She gestures to the room and Jon manages a weak smile. 

“I’m not very good when things get messy, either,” Tim admits, leaning awkwardly on a file cabinet in order to keep an arm around him. Jon hopes the gesture is genuine, and not just an attempt to placate the man having an emotional breakdown in the middle of the office. “But for what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I’ve been a right ass. So while I’m trying to make it up to you, how about you let me and Martin handle the top shelf from now on, yeah?” The joke feels familiar. This is territory Jon can manage.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jon wipes a hand across his face, finally feeling a bit more stable. “S’fine. I forgive you.” He takes the tissue Sasha offers. “Sorry for being so- er, dramatic. The pain medication is quite something, to be honest.”

“Oh God,” Sasha is suddenly all business. ‘“You shouldn’t be at work right now. Not like this- Tim’ll take you home, right?” Tim nods, tightening his arm around Jon’s shoulder.

“Yeah- you’re not going to get anything done like this, Jon. Have a rest, Sasha’ll tell Elias what’s going on, yeah?”

“Of course.”

There it is again- of course. Maybe if they keep saying that, it’ll make it true. 

Jon doesn’t argue as he’s ushered out of the Institute- whatever that was took a lot out of him, and he knows he’s useless to his team like this, dazed and unstable. Martin follows them outside- Jon had almost forgotten he was there. He had slipped out of the office during the worst of it, kindly giving them some space. He wants to thank him but he doesn’t know how. Instead he listens as Martin rattles off all the things Tim should watch out for, like a nervous mother hen.

“I got it, Martin,” Tim says patiently. “But I’ll call you if anything happens.” Martin reluctantly backs off, giving the two of them a wave as they drive out of the parking lot.

“Jon,” Tim begins, putting a special emphasis on his name. He missed being called Jon. “You know I’ll always come when you call. I promise. I’d- I’d never laugh at you, not like that.”

You know. Of course.

“Okay,” Jon responds, staring out the window. He hopes it’s true. If not, well- the words are a start, right?

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27334912

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Whumptober Day 26

Concussions

Ao3

Summary: Damian wakes up to find he's being buried alive. Of course, the first thing he does is call Dick.

For the lovely and talented @preciousthingsareprecious <3

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Damian wakes up to pounding. A pounding head. A pounding body. A pounding thudding of something heavy at an inconsistent rate above him.

He groans and tries to shift, but he doesn't get anywhere for a number of reasons. For one, his pounding head. For two… wherever he is, it is very cramped. 

He cracks open his eyes to pure darkness. With a groan, he moves his arm around the tight space around him to reach for his head. When his fingers touch the back of his skull, they come away wet. He winces. He rubs the tips of his fingers together and carefully begins to stretch his body to try and figure out… just what kind of situation he's landed himself in. One thing becomes crystal clear rather quickly, even with his massive headache. 

He's in some sort of box: a wooden box at that, laying on his side next to something lumpy. Above him, the pounding sounds which closely resemble the ricochet of marbles bouncing on tile becomes more and more muffled with every beat.

With a flash of panic, Damian remembers what’s led him to this situation. 

In a fit of adrenalin, he turns to his back and forces himself to ignore the body beside him, slamming his hands against the lid of the coffin as two murderers bury him alive. 

His brain spins with the action, and it's all he can do to press on the coffin lid with his bare hands and knees. There's not enough room to use his feet. 

The lid opens a little, and immediately dirt tries to enter the coffin; some of it lands in his face. He splutters, moves his face, then presses again. 

"LET ME OUT!" He shouts. 

The pounding of dirt slamming down on top of him stops for just a moment. Just a moment long enough for one of his abductors to swear. "He's still alive?!"

"Just keep going, he'll die soon whether he struggles or not-"

The pounding of shovels dropping dirt down on top of him continues, and Damian's forced to stop pressing on the lid as more and more dirt lands in the small space. 

It's already cramped enough in here, with the dead body wrapped in a moving tarp after all. 

Damian forces himself to keep a steady breath as his vision spins. His head really hurts, especially laying on his back like this. That one guy really got him good. Damian will be feeling that for a long time. 

A long time, that is, if he manages to get out of this alive.

He reaches into his pockets with one hand and uses the other to cradle his aching skull. With every passing second, the stress of being buried alive is just making the pain more and more intense. Thankfully though, his hands grasp onto his phone. It seems like these murderers really did think they killed him and just plopped him into the same coffin as their previous victim without even bothering to go through his pockets, civilian clothes and all. 

When he turns on his phone, he immediately winces and cringes away from the stabbing light. Squinting through involuntary tears, he reaches up and turns down the brightness… just to find it was already most of the way down. He rubs his eyes with one hand then uses mostly muscle memory to get to the phone app. He presses the number he's most recently talked to because everything is so blurry and he can't find it in himself to try and actually focus on the squiggling letters and numbers. He can't know for sure if the number he's calling isn't a spam number or not… and he wonders briefly if this is what Richard's dyslexia is like. 

He presses the phone to his ear and closes his eyes, trying to calm his breath and maybe calm the pounding in his skull in the process. The dial tone is so loud. He doesn't remember setting it this loud. 

Shockingly though, the phone picks up on the second ring, so he doesn't have to suffer it long. 

He just has to suffer a new kind of loudness when Richard's voice practically screeches through the speakers. 

"Damian?! Where the hell-"

Damian releases a small breath of relief as Richard continues to yell at him for… disappearing. That… that's right.. Damian was supposed to call the moment he got… somewhere...

The sound of dirt falling on top of him is gone. There's no voices. No shoves stabbing the earth. 

Just Richard's… oh yeah. Richard is yelling at him. 

"-amian anwer me-"

He sounds frantic. Damian bites his lip and then takes a deep breath, forcing himself to ignore the stabbing pressure still persistently digging into the back of his skull. 

"Richard," he says. Or slurs. Or something in-between. Either way, he doesn't sound as okay as he was hoping he would. Before Richard's shouting could rise an octave because of that, Damian continues. "I'm... in trouble. Please don't shout…"

And that does the trick. Richard immediately takes a calming breath on his end, and when he speaks his voice is firm, but gentle. 

It still aches in Damian's skull, but at least it's not as bad as before. 

"Dames, what's wrong? Where-"

"I don't know where… where I am… I'm…" Damian chokes down a grunt as the pain spikes. He clutches the phone so hard in his hands that his knuckle bones must surely be showing white. "C'n you track my phone?"

"We already are," Richard soothes, and Damian let's himself relax ever so slightly. "Can you give anything that can help us?" 

Damian almost shakes his head, but then that would make the pain worse. It would also be pointless because he's talking over the phone.

"No… I can't…"

"That's okay, you're doing great. What about the trouble? Are you safe?" 

"I'm..." and it suddenly crashes into Damian that he's just been buried alive. He's trapped multiple feet undergoing in a tight space next to a corpse with blood at the back of his head and the taste of dirt in his mouth. He almost wants to cry. He presses against the lid of the coffin and it doesn't budge. "I've…"

"Dames?"

Everything hurts so badly. He can barely whisper. "I'm in a coffin. They buried me alive."

Richard gasps. As does another voice, somewhere in the background. Damian realizes that Richard had said we. Damian might be on speakerphone right now. Who knows how many members of his family are listening in right now.

Listening in to Damian being weak. 

He takes a deep, pathetically shaking breath. "Richard?"

"I'm here, Dami," Richard replies immediately. "Jesus… I'm here. I just… how are you holding up- wait don't talk too much. You need to preserve your air and- just sit tight. We're zeroing in on your location as we speak..."

Damian closes his eyes and breathes in his nose and out his mouth. He thinks of all the training he's had, and how he does—in fact—know how to dig himself out of a grave. The only issue right now though is what's definitely a concussion attacking the back of his head and the body he's still pressed up against. It's a tight fit inside coffins even without added company. If he tries to dig himself out, there won't be anywhere he can shove the dirt, and he will surely suffocate. 

Drown in earth. 

Down here forever, like a seed that never grew. Stuck. Planted to die and be forgotten about. A shard of pain spikes in his chest.

"Richard-" he gasps without meaning to. It's so quiet, but so loud and painful all at the same time. 

"I'm here," Richard immediately replies. "We're narrowing down your phone signals, Tim and Cass are already heading towards-"

Damian bites his lip to stop himself from letting out what definitely feels like a coming sob.

"All you need to do is watch your breathing okay? We'll find you. Hey, why don't you try breathing with me? How-"

"No." Damian snaps before he can stop himself. Richard falls silent and Damian wants to scream. "Talk. Just... Just talk. I'm..."

Hurting? Aching? Suffering from a concussion? Slowly running out of air? Afraid?

"Please. Just talk."

"Okay. Okay, I can do that. No problem, Dami."

Damian can hear the strained, forced smile in his voice. 

But that's fine, because Richard immediately launches into one of his old stories about his lifelong friends, the original Teen Titans. Damian relaxes his hand pressing the phone against his ear and let's the speaker fall ever so slightly. His hand rests lightly against the corpse… he can feel the roundness of their shoulders and the bulge of a chest. But he forces himself to ignore it all in favor of just... listening to something that isn't cold, unforgiving death. 

However, just breathing and relaxing like this… it seems to do just as much harm as talking, but in a whole new way. 

He's tired. His head really hurts. He's horribly aware of how harder it is to breathe the more time passes. 

But mostly tired. So tired that he doesn't think he can open his eyes again even if he tried. He knows it's bad to fall asleep with a concussion… but right now it's just so tempting. He's sure if he fell asleep now, it will be dreamless. If he falls asleep now, then he'll wake up to the coffin being unburied and him being rescued.

He almost falls into temptation right then and there, but then he becomes aware of someone shouting his name.

"Hmm?" He asks, and Richard exhales sharply. 

"You need to stay up with me, Dames."

"I know…" Damian replies, but he doesn't bother to try and open his eyes. "M Just tired. Head hurts."

"Your head hurts?"

Damian nods, then immediately regrets it as the pain flairs. He gasps and tightens his grasp on the phone. Fighting back tears he tries to explain. "Got hit… shovel."

Richard curses. "I thought you were just going to a friends house… how did this happen?" 

It wasn't a friend's house. It was a classmate's, but it's pretty common for Richard to get excited whenever Damian spends time with children his own age, even if it's just for a English project. 

Damian was going to their house. They only lived a few blocks from the school. But then… something he can't quite recall had him walking towards one of the main roads nearby. There was a… bridge that went over some sort of abandoned parking garage. He went inside, saw… he saw someone… the woman! He saw the woman get killed, and before he could do anything about it the back of his head was smashed in hard enough for him to be barely conscious by the time he hit the ground. 

He wants to explain all of this to Richard. But it's all he can do to keep the phone pressed to his ear and force his eyes to open.

"M'sorry," he mumbles. Because it's the only thing he can work up the energy to say… especially with the air ever so slowly getting thicker and thicker, causing his head to throb with increasing intensity with every passing breath. He can feel the pulse of his heart in his temples. 

Will he die here? No… no he can't. Richard is looking for him and Timothy and Cassandra are searching the radius of his phone's signal. Surely, Barbara must be the one behind searching for his signal. Father must be as well. They're looking for Damian. He won't die here. 

He refuses to die here. 

”-ey, Damian!" 

Damian blinks, startling as Richard's almost panicked voice reaches his ears once again. "Wh-what?"

"Dames... I really need you to try and stay awake, okay? Listen to my voice."

There's a wobble in his tone. Damian’s put that there. 

He realizes he must have missed something said to him to cause Richard such panic. 

"We're so close to finding you, Dames. Just… just stay awake, okay?"

Damian doesn't have the energy to even accidentally nod. So instead, he hums, and listens as Richard slowly goes back into his Teen.Titams story, stopping and telling Damian to tap the phones mic every so often to prove he's still awake.

Damian does for as long as he can. He forces his eyes open, he shifts, he pinches his arms. He even imagines the voices of each character in Richard's stories. Yet, somehow, against his will, he keeps finding himself forcing his eyes open without even realizing that he's let them close in the first place. 

It's getting very difficult to breathe. So much so that through the haze of his muddled, barely able to focus mind, he notices that Richard pauses every time Damian accidentally lets out a traitorous gasp for air. 

It's beginning to smell badly down here too. It's not helping the headache or the slowly growing nausea. He doesn't know if it's the body besides him... or if it's his mind playing tricks on him. 

He's been trapped in coffins before. Yet none of them have actually been buried. 

Or well, the one time he was in a buried coffin he was actually dead. 

But, regardless of that, Damian can say that this is the most terrifying thing he's been through in a long time. Especially because he can feel his own consciousness fading. He can feel the strength in his fingers reducing. He can feel his chest beginning to rival the pain at the back of his head. 

How much longer before he's breathing in more carbon-monoxide than oxygen? How much longer until he's suffocating on his own recycled air?

His phone falls from his cheek and he stares blankly at the lid above him. For a second,.he imagines dying down here. He imagines being found too late. He imagines the grave being dug up to find two corpses. The lid being inspected to find not a single scratch from desperate fingernails. 

The children at his school told him about a famous ghost and how she died like this. Damian knows Bloody Mary is simply superstition and has no proof of reality, but in these dark, trapped moments he can definitely relate to her fear. Her panic. What she must have felt in her last moments. The anger and terror that kept her soul tethered to the earth. 

He can vaguely hear his name being shouted. But he can't breathe. His head hurts. His eyes really want to close. 

He gasps, and gasps, and doesn't bother to try and find his dropped phone as Richard's voice dips into a strange, disconnected kind of terror. If Timothy and Cassandra haven't arrived by now, then surely they must not be coming at all. 

"I'm- I'm sorry-" he wheezes.

He can see black spots in his vision, even in the darkness of the coffin. 

It soon becomes too hard to listen to Richard scream for him. Too difficult to keep his eyes open. Too taxing to keep his brain thinking. Too demanding to stay awake. 

He slips into unconsciousness, and the pain slips too. 

-o-o-o-o-

He awakens to numbness, trapped in heavy blankets and tied down with wires and sensors. There's something very heavy tied around his face like a muzzle. For a horrifying second, that's what he thinks it is. Panicked, he attempts to grab at what's on his face, but his hands stay weighed down—in both weakness and… and something wrapping around his wrists.

His eyes creek open, and he finds himself squinting and wincing away even in what's clearly dim, soft lighting. He blinks a few tears from his face and looks down at where his hands should be.

Both of them are trapped in a bigger hand. A familiar hand. One Damian could trace the calluses of. 

Richard is beside his bed… a 

hospital bed, his head laying on the mattress near Damian's chest and his arm over Damian's stomach to hold both of his hands. Richard snores softly, and Damian realizes that he must be asleep. 

Instead of waking Richard up right away, he takes stock of his current situation. Besides what he's already found, he can say confidently now that what's on his face isn't a muzzle, but a mask, working hard to resupply his organs with the pure oxygen they need. 

Richard isn't the only person in the room as well… father is here. As well as Timothy. However, Timothy is curled up by the room's window, breathing deeply. Father sits besides him, his head leaning back and his mouth open in silent snores. 

It's so… calm. Dare Damian think domestic?

He wonders where Cassandra and Duke are. He even wonders if Jason… but he doesn't linger on it. 

Perhaps not all of them cared to see him continue to live. 

Which is fine. Damian's never expected them to like him. 

It's fine...

And… and he's crying. He desperately wants to stop crying right this second and take the pressure of the oxygen mask away from his face. But all he can do is twitch and jerk, try to shift in the impossible weight these blankets hold over him. 

Somehow though, in his struggling, he wakes Richard. Then, before he knows it, he's being tugged off from the too fluffy pillows of which he lays. His head spins from the movement, and he realizes there's tight bandages wrapped around the entirety of his skull. However, within a second he finds himself trapped in Richard's embrace. 

No… not trapped. Held. Protected. 

He clutches to Richard before he can even think to do anything else. He vaguely hears Timothy and father wake up and Timothy murmur something about letting the others know that Damian is now awake... saying something about a food court. 

They're all here. Father is here, standing off to the side with eyes so shockingly vulnerable that Damian knows he'll wonder if he’s really seen it later. The others are here, having waited for him to wake up. Richard is here, holding Damian so tightly that it causes a whole new tightness to his chest that's so much more comforting than when he couldn't breathe. 

Damian wads the back of Richard's shirt in his hands.

Just this once, Damian allows himself to be held. Be worried over. Be a child. 

Just this once, Damian let's himself cry openly and unashamed.

He's okay. He's safe now. 

A heavy hand belonging to his father finally lands on his shoulder and Damian melts into the touches. 

And he allows himself to be loved. 

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BTS Reaction: You having a panic attack | Maknae Line

Requested: yes ❤️ thanks for the request love!

a/n: here's the second part to the panic attack reaction! Hope you guys like it :)) -chip

Genre: angst-ish, fluff

Warnings: panic attacks, car accident and catcalling. Nothing too severe but if that triggers you don't read!

PARK JIMIN:

an anGEL

"TO THE STORE!!! WOOHOO!!" Jimin cheers and runs down the steps leading from your apartment, jumping off at the last few steps and landing on the ground gracefully before sprinting to the car. You hurry down the stairs and laugh at him, sending him a big smile when you see him watching you happily from the side of the car.

Jimin always gets excited when you two have movie night. Whether it's the movie, spending time with you, or the snacks; you still can't figure it out. You climb into the driver's seat, buckling your seatbelt and turning to your boyfriend, "ok, seatbelt on?" He nods and pulls on the belt strapped around him to prove it to you. You laugh and shake your head, turning on the radio and plugging your phone in.

"Music?" Jimin pumps his fists in the air at your question.

"Yessss!"

~

The two of you make it to the store, and run around collecting all the goodies you can't wait to stuff your face with. Jimin has a little basket and is grabbing chips, popcorn, and spicy snacks. You fill your basket with different candy, cookies and ice cream. Then, the both of you meet up and buy everything, lugging it to the car and settling back in your seats.

"Woooo, that was a lot." You flop in your chair and pull the buckle around you. Jimin pulls his on as well and nods, "yeah, there will be no shortage of snacks tonight!" You two laugh and you plug your phone in; handing it to Jimin and giggling at his surprised face.

"You can pick the music. As long as it isn't something you know I hate." He nods and gently takes the phone, scrolling through the options.

You're driving down the road, singing along with Jimin to the song blasting through the speakers; when the car in front of you swerves a little to the right. It straightens out, but now you're nervous anyway. Jimin makes a 'hm' sound and you see him shift in his seat.

"That car has done that a couple times, actually." Jimin speaks up and your palms start to sweat. Was the driver drunk? Hurt? Tired? Just not paying attention? Your mind starts to think up all the worst case scenarios, then you feel Jimin's hand on your thigh. He pats it and says softly, "it's alright y/n, just stay a safe distance behind him and we'll be fine." Yes. Yes, he's right. If you keep your cool, no matter what the person in front of you does; you'll be fine. You take a few deep breaths in and let them out slowly, keeping a distance between you and the swerving car. If there's one person you trust, it's Jimin. If he says you're fine, then you're fine. Jimin smiles at you and pats your thigh again, "good job baby, see? Nothing's gonna happen. Just hope he pulls over soon." You nod in agreement.

After a couple minutes, the car seems to be going straight again, but you're still uneasy. Jimin shifts again and mumbles, "is there a number we can call to give them a heads up that someone is driving that maybe shouldn't be?" You shrug but keep your eyes on the road, "I'm not sure. But I don't trust this guy-"

At the same second you say that; the car in front swerves off the road, almost turning in a complete circle and you scream, slamming on the breaks and just missing colliding with the vehicle.

You and Jimin lurch forward in your seats; the belts restraining you and slamming you back into place. Thankfully, the airbags didn't explode and you both seem to be fine. Your breathing picks up and you start to cry, your hands shaking and struggling to unbuckle yourself. Jimin unbuckles and quickly reaches to your side to undo your seatbelt.

"Hey, hey baby it's okay. Calm down, y/n." You can't though. Your nerves are absolutely shot and now all you can see is dust in front of the car, obscuring your view of the other driver.

Once Jimin is sure you didn't bang your head too bad, he hops out and runs to the other car. You can't see anything, but your body is frozen jn place and won't let you get out of the car. A minute later Jimin comes into view; his phone to his ear while he nods and speaks to someone on the other side. Your boyfriend walks to your side and opens your door just as he hangs up, "come here, baby. It's alright. Everyone is okay." He pulls you into a gentle hug and let's you cry it out on his shoulder.

"Just breathe deep, babygirl. You did the right thing, everything is okay." After a minute of just crying, you pull your head up and wipe your eyes, "how is he? Is the other driver okay?" Jimin nods and pushes your hair back from your eyes.

"He's okay. He didn't get enough sleep last night I guess. He's shaken up and extremely regretful, but he doesn't have any serious injuries. The police will be here soon to get everything sorted out." You nod again and Jimin smiles softly, lifting your chin to look him in the eyes, "hey now, you did great. I'm so proud of you." Jimin knows you suffer from anxiety and it took a huge amount of strength to keep your cool. You hesitate, then give him a small smile.

"After this is all figured out, I'll drive home. We'll continue movie night and forget this happened, okay?"

"Thanks Jiminie."

"I'm so proud, and I love you, y/n."

"Love you too."

KIM TAEHYUNG:

mHm, yAs, wHo sAid yOu cOuld LoOk liKe thAt?

"You ready, cutie?" Taehyung opens the car door as you're flinging your purse over your shoulder and skipping to the door he's opened for you.

"Yes, I am! Thanks, baby." You hop in the car and Tae shuts the door with a big boxy smile on his face. He gets in on his side and shuts the door, rubbing his hands together and turning towards you, "alrighty! So, downtown?" You nod enthusiastically and he giggles while putting the car into gear.

~

Tae hurries out of his side so he can open the door for you; which makes your heart positively melt. You pat his arm and smile at him when you hop out, "thank you, you're such a gentleman." You kiss his cheek and he tries to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks by staring at the ground.

"N-no problem." Then your fiance links his arm in yours and you two are off. You both love to shop, so you go in and out of lots of stores before stopping to grab a bite to eat. After lunch, you see a pair of tan heels in the window of a store and stop to look at them. Tae didn't notice and kept walking for a few paces before turning and realizing you had stopped. He laughs at you staring into the window longingly; then he starts walking back to you. Right before he reaches you, he hears some random man call out to you.

"Hey beautiful! Looking good."

You turn at the sound of the voice, seeing that Tae had kept walking and some man was looking you up and down. There's a sinking feeling in your stomach and you turn to walk away when he calls out again, "you not gonna say 'thank you', babygirl?" You pick up your speed when you see Tae walking towards you with a look of murder on his face.

"What a shame, I woulda liked to-" the man says some inappropriate stuff that you try to block out. You reach Tae and he grabs you by the arm and pulls you to him. You stumble into his chest and try not to panic. You can feel how tense he is and when he goes to move toward the guy you hold him back, "Tae, please. Please, let's just get out of here. Please, Tae." You're starting to tear up, scared that the man is gonna try to start something with your fiance and you just want to leave. Tae's shoulders drop when he feels your panicked grip on his shirt.

"You're a piece of trash. No wonder all you do is sit on the street and catcall girls. You couldn't get a date if you paid someone. Pathetic." Taehyung spits at the man and turns to gently drag you away.

"T-thank you, Taetae." Your voice is quivering and he pulls you into a nearby store before enveloping you in his strong arms. "Are you okay, darling?" You nod, but contrary to your actions you burst into tears and choked breaths. Taehyung shushes you and holds you close, petting your hair and rocking you back and forth.

"Hey, how about some boba tea?" He says after a little while, then he laughs at the way your watery eyes start to shine at his suggestion. You nod and he wipes your tears away, "no need to fret baby, I won't let anyone touch you." You hug him again and listen to the sound of his heartbeat; it's strong and steady, calming you down almost instantly.

A week later you find a box with a note from him. The note reads: Just a little present for my one and only girl <3

You smile and set the note down gently before opening the box; gasping and rolling your eyes when you see the tan heels you wanted that day.

JEON JUNGKOOK:

yEaH let's not talk about this gif. Bc I'm dead mofo.

It came out of nowhere honestly, you have no idea why it happened....

You and Jungkook are on his bed, he's on his back scrolling through his phone and you're laying on your stomach with your head on his tummy. You were extremely tired earlier when he asked you to come over but you missed him so much so you decided to just relax with him, that way you could still spend time together.

Jungkook giggles, which causes his tummy to jiggle; making your head move since it's lying right on his stomach. You laugh and open one eye to peek up at him, "what're you laughing about up there?" he looks over the top of his phone down at you and smiles before cooing at you, "hi sleepyhead, get a good nap?" You nod against his abdomen and cuddle closer to him, "I guess, if you can call fifteen minutes a good nap." He nods, running his fingers through your hair then flips his phone around for you to look at while he massages your head, "this is what I was laughing about. You can go back to sleep if you want sweetie, I'm not going anywhere." You look at the meme on his phone that Taehyung sent him and giggle at it then you stuff your face back into his belly and give it a big kiss. Jungkook squirms and laughs out loud, "stoooop~ it's tickling!" You smile and lie back down, closing your eyes. You feel Jungkook brushing your forehead softly.

That's when it hits you. Suddenly your chest is tight and you squeeze your eyes shut, willing it to go away. You breathe in and out deeply, but it just gets worse from there. You feel your palms get sweaty and the thought that someone is going to hurt you jumps into your brain so quick you can't catch it in time to logically figure it out.

You sit bolt upright, startling Jungkook, grabbing your chest in an attempt to help the air go in. Jungkook sits up quickly and reaches out for your hand. He knows exactly what's going on, even if he doesn't know what has triggered it. You don't mean to, but you're panicking at this point, so you yank your hand out of his roughly and stumble off the bed. Jungkook watches you in alarm, seeing you start to sob and shake right in front of him, and not knowing a single thing to do about it.

"I- I ca- I can't-" your breaths are super short and your sobs are choking you, not letting you get enough air in to speak. You start to fold in on yourself, the horrible feeling that someone is right there about to kill you taking over your mind. At this point Jungkook is off the bed, mind turning round and round to figure out what to do. Then he wraps his arms around you, sinking to the floor slowly alongside you as you cower to the ground. You both sit on the floor and you can hear Jungkook saying something, you don't know what, but the sound of his voice is breaking through the blur of panic.

You mentally grab onto his voice while he rocks you back and forth, telling yourself over and over that it's okay. You hear little fragments of what he's saying, things like, "my baby's okay. You're perfectly safe my love. No one can hurt you. You're okay babygirl. My baby is so strong. It's just you and me, love. Nobody but you and me."

Eventually your sobs have stopped. Jungkook keeps rocking you, back and forth while you two sit on his bedroom floor. When you come to, you realize he's started to sing to you.

His voice is breaking slightly due to his tears, but you can't see his face. His heart breaks for you every time this happens, and he wishes he could take it all away.

Your breaths are slow and calm now, the tears on your face just a sticky reminder of what just happened.

When Jungkook feels your breathing slow down, he pulls back and smiles gently at you. You look like a mess with your hair sticking to your face and a red, runny nose sniffling. Jungkook kisses your nose and softly wipes under your eyes, then he pulls his sleeve over his palm and gently dabs under your nose to clean you up.

"There you go, baby." He whispers and keeps smiling while fixing your face up. You curl back into his chest and he wraps his arms around you, continuing the song where he left off.

"Take my hands now, you are the cause of my euphoria."

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a/n 2.0: I hate Tumblr. The end.

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[the-awkward-outlaw]

Wishing you were my Arthur right now, lol. Omg, can write something like that? Arthur is taken by another woman and reader wishes she's that woman. A forbidden love kind of thing? I don't want him to be a cheater but I like to think it's natural for him to also wish he'd rather date the reader but can't. If that's too much, then do the first part? I'm sorry! 😦

Hello, Anon! That is so sweet, I’d love to do a scenario for you and Arthur! Tell me some things about yourself and I’ll see what I can do! 😊

This one was fun, even if it did take a long time. It’s been a hellish few weeks and honestly I don’t remember most of the things that happened. 

You stand on the edge of Horseshoe Overlook, enjoying your morning coffee. An eagle soars overhead, swirling in lazy circles in the gentle breeze. This place is beautiful, Hosea couldn’t have picked a better spot. 

You hear the sound of a horse coming up the trail behind you. Looking over to your left, you see Arthur’s horse coming up the hill with the man himself astride it. Behind him sits Mary, her arms wound around him. You wrinkle your nose in disgust as though she were a bad smell, but you go back to drinking your coffee and pretending you didn’t see them. 

Arthur knows you did, of course. He’s horribly aware that everyone’s eyes are on him and Mary. He hadn’t expected to get back together with her, it’d been the last thing he thought would happen when he received her letter. He helped her brother, of course he did. Arthur was just the kind of man to help anyone in need unless they gave him a reason not to. When he’d brought Jamie back to Mary, she’d clasped his hands and kissed him. 

“Oh Arthur,” she’d said, “I’ve missed you more than I can say. You know I… I only married Barry because it was what daddy wanted, but he’s dead now. I’m willin’ to take another chance with you if you’ll have me.” 

Arthur’s heart felt ripped in two when she’d said this to him. There was a part of him that was overjoyed, but another part that wanted to cringe and tell her to leave him alone. Deep down he knew if things hadn’t worked the first time, they wouldn’t this time. He’d only end up with a broken heart again. Not only that, he’d had his eye on you for some time. 

Although you’ve only been with the gang a few months, about as long as Charles and Micah, you and Arthur clicked immediately. It didn’t take long for you two to develop a crush on one another, but neither of you would act upon it. Arthur was handsome and too good for you. A man like him would certainly never go for you. You didn’t blame him either. Hell, you wouldn’t be interested in you. Arthur felt the same way about himself when it came to you. He saw himself as nothing more than a killer, a robber. A bad man. No way could someone as sweet and gentle as you want to be seen with a man like himself. No, Mary was what he deserved, he told himself. 

Ever since Arthur and Mary got back together, he’s been going off to see her more often. Since she already knew about the gang, no one had any qualms about him bringing her to camp, even though many of them didn’t like her. You aren’t a fan either. Sure, Mary’s pretty, smart and strong. But she’s not unique in that aspect. Mary-Beth’s smart, Tilly’s pretty and Karen could knock Mary’s teeth out if she wanted to. What they didn’t have that Mary did was her ego. It was clear to you upon first meeting her that she saw herself as better than everyone in the gang, Arthur included. It was just the way she talked to them, how she would never invite anyone to start a conversation. Most of the time when she was in camp, she acted like she didn’t want to be and she’d beg Arthur to go somewhere else with her. You had to bite your tongue, feeling sure she was dragging him off someplace to have some mind-blowing sex, which did nothing to lighten your mood. 

It wasn’t just the way Mary talked to you and the others in the gang that made you hate her. Most of it was how she talked to Arthur, always putting him down in some way. Once you’d been passing his tent when she’d been in there with him and it was clear she was trying to get him to do something he didn’t want to do. “I shoulda had you hung years ago. You’ll never change, Arthur.” 

That made you want to go in there and rip her hair out. How dare she threaten him that way? Did she talk to her late husband in the same manner? You doubt it, as he was likely a law-abiding man. You argued that following laws set by a bunch of men didn’t make people good. Hell, you grew up in a law-abiding family and most of the people during that part of your life treated you and everyone else like shit. Here, in this gang of outlaws and criminals, you’ve never known such a tight-knit family. Everyone looks out for one another. Sure, people argue and fight, but they’re still family and the whole gang would be moved to action if a single person was in danger. 

Arthur knows the gang isn’t happy to see Mary riding behind him. He dismounts and helps her off. He wants nothing more than to rip his arm out of her grasp. He regrets getting back into this relationship with her. He’s always had a low opinion of himself, but being with her has made him realize how truly horrible he is. He wonders why someone as good as her could want to be with him. He spots you by the cliff, drinking coffee in the morning light. You look so beautiful. What he wouldn’t give to be standing by your side, your hand wrapped around his arm instead of Mary’s. But that can never be. You’re too perfect for him. 

He sidles over to his tent with Mary. Dutch gives him a tense nod. He clearly wants to talk with Arthur, likely about a job, but he holds his tongue when Mary’s around. He knows, along with everyone else, that if she doesn’t like even the slightest thing, she could very easily go running off to the sheriff and turn them all in. That’s the only reason why her presence is tolerated, that and out of respect for Arthur. Arthur’s not a fool though, he knows most people walk on eggshells when she’s around. He doesn’t bring her to camp often, only whenever he needs to talk to someone or pick up something and then he heads off somewhere else with her. 

Arthur’s here to just drop off some fish to Pearson now. He’d suggested fishing when he picked up Mary. She hadn’t wanted to do it as she found it boring, but Arthur wanted to make sure his people had something to eat tonight. She’d relented at that. You eye her across camp now. Why can she not see how good of a man Arthur is? He’d break his own back if he had to for the gang. She’s not good enough for him, which means you’re definitely not either. Hell, you’ve committed almost enough crimes to get as heavy a bounty as Arthur, including murder. You go back to your cold coffee, though you’ve lost all interest. 

Before Arthur had gotten back with Mary, you two were becoming close friends. He took you out on a lot of hunting trips and you were sure one time he almost kissed you. It’d been under a tree and you’d been caught by a sudden rainstorm. Soaking wet and slightly cold, you both huddled under the tree, wrapped around each other to stay warm. Your faces had been inches apart and you desperately wanted to press your lips to his, but you wouldn’t. You couldn’t destroy your friendship with him like that, your desires weren’t worth it. You’d rather have him in your life as a friend than not at all because you couldn’t keep your crush to yourself. 

It broke your heart when he’d shown up in camp with Mary the first time and when people asked, he’d announced why she was there. You’d heard enough about her before to know she only used him for her own gains and then always tossed him aside when he was no longer useful. At least that’s what the others said. Hosea told you a bit about what their first relationship was like and why it hadn’t worked. So when Arthur showed up, his arm in her hand and a big smile on his face, you started pulling away from him. You had to in order to protect himself. 

It hurt Arthur when you did that. You no longer went hunting or fishing with him, he stopped asking you to help him on small jobs. He understood why you did, most of the others changed towards him too when he brought Mary in. It just made him regret taking her back all that much more. He wanted to end things with her already, but she had some sort of pull on him. Whenever he thought about leaving, she seemed to sense it and she’d kiss him and fawn over him and make him think things might be okay, then she’d slip back into her habits of insulting him. 

Arthur couldn’t even say that the sex was good enough for him to stay, it wasn’t happening at all. Mary had a firm stance against premarital sex. He respected her wishes, of course, he was easily capable of taking care of himself if he needed to. However, when he was with Mary, he felt no desire to be with her intimately. He used to when they were first dating, but things had ended so badly that he blamed his lack of interest on that. A voice from a dark corner of his mind told him that he wasn’t attracted to her because he wanted you. He shoved that voice out of his mind though, he’d already told himself he wasn’t going after you. He wouldn’t ruin your life like that. 

He drops the fish off to Pearson and as he turns away to go back to Mary, he bumps into you as you’d been going back to put your coffee tin in the water barrel. 

“Sorry, Y/N,” he says. 

“No, it’s okay, Arthur,” you say, quickly looking away. “You, uh, heading off with Mary again?” You try keeping the accusations from your voice. 

He shuffles his feet a bit. “Uh, yeah. She wants to go see one of them movin’ pictures, I guess.” 

“I see. Well, have fun.” You turn away quickly before he can say anything else. He realizes he genuinely misses you. Whenever he needed to talk, you were always there and easy to talk to. Not only that, you were always telling jokes, making him laugh. Your cool, easy-going temperament was infectious to him and he found himself becoming more steady and less angry in your presence. Now that he rarely gets to see you, he finds he’s gotten more angry again. He runs up behind you, calling your name softly. 

“Y/N, I just wanted to ask ya somethin’. Would, uh, would ya wanna go on a huntin’ trip with me soon? Pearson’s getting low again and, well, you’re a good shot. What you think?”

You’ve kept a steady gaze on him but when he’s done you glance over at Mary. Is that all you are to him, just a steady shot? “I don’t know, Arthur. Grimshaw’s keeping me pretty busy.” That’s a downright lie. Sure, Grimshaw’s been breathing down your neck, but no more than she always has and no more than she’s done with the other girls. “Besides, Arthur, what would Mary say if she found out you went out for three days alone with another girl? If I were her, I’d be suspicious.” 

Arthur sighs and knows what you mean. He can’t have friends who happen to be women with Mary. Because of him being a criminal she’d suspect him of being a cheater too. “Right, o-of course. Well, just thought I’d ask. Looked like ya might need to get some time away from this camp.” 

He walks back to Mary, looking miserable. He’s right, you do need a break from this camp. You’re tired, tired of Grimshaw’s barking and Dutch constantly screaming about faith and his plans. Tired of Pearson’s same stew every night, tired of everything here. You’ve missed the hunting trips with Arthur more than you thought possible. Your lip trembles as he walks away. You goddamn fool, you think. He’s just trying to help you and you can’t get over your jealousy.

Shortly after Arthur leaves with Mary, you decide to head out of camp too. Pearson gives you a shopping list, so you jump on the opportunity. You sidle into Valentine’s shop and give the shopkeeper your list. He snaps at a shopboy who starts gathering things and putting them into the wagon you drove here. As you’re browsing the shelves, the front door opens and Arthur walks in.

“Oh, hi Y/N,” he says, coming over. “You doin’ a’right?” 

You nod. “Pearson just needed some things. Is uh, Mary outside waiting?” 

He sighs and looks out the window. “Yeah, she is. I just needed to buy some provisions. I gotta go huntin’, with or without you. Camp’s gotta eat somehow.” 

Your gut clenches with a bit of guilt. “I see. You takin’ Mary with you?” 

“No. No she’s never shot a gun. I’ve offered to teach her how but she says she’ll be damned before she touches a gun. Says if she does it’s a slippery slope to turnin’ into one of the other girls from camp.” 

Your face flushes with anger. She really does think herself better than the rest of the gang just because she’s never robbed anybody. Yet here she is, abusing Arthur and judging everybody else. 

“Why are you with her, Arthur?” you ask before you can stop yourself. “I don’t have a lot of experience with dating, but I’d find it difficult to be with anyone who could so easily insult those I called family.”

Arthur dips his head, hiding his eyes. “It’s complicated, Y/N.”

“No, it’s not. Someone who can insult your family so easily can’t hold much respect for you. Seriously, why do you let her treat you this way?” 

“Why do you care?” he snaps. “It ain’t none of your business.You don’t know Mary, I pulled some bad crap towards her when I was young. She’s got her reasons for being the way she is.” 

“That doesn’t mean you have to put up with it, Arthur. Your relationship with her won’t work if she’s got no respect for you. No healthy relationship can last without it.”

“Like I said, Y/N, why do you care?” His eyes bore into yours, the blue turning cold. You swallow nervously. 

“I guess I don’t care, Arthur,” you snap. “You be with her if it’s what makes you happy. I won’t bother you anymore.” 

Before he can say anything, you push past him and march out the doors. You throw Mary a dirty look and get into the cart and go back to camp. She ignores you, though it’s obvious she’d seen. 

Later that night when Arthur comes into camp, alone this time, you completely ignore him. It’s obvious to you at this point that he doesn’t want you interfering with his life in even the smallest way, so you won’t go digging around in his business any longer. He wants Mary to treat him like the tread of her boot? Fine, let him. He walks over to you at the fire and gently calls your name, wanting to talk things through. He wanted so desperately to admit to you that he’s miserable with Mary, but you’d walked out before he could say anything. When he calls to you though, you pointedly ignore him. He gets the message and goes to his cot. 

In the morning, Arthur approaches you near Pearson’s fire where you’re pouring a cup of coffee.

“Y/N, can I talk to ya?” he said. He’d spent half the night lying awake, trying to think of how he can talk to you about Mary. He knows this fling with her can’t last much longer, but he’s afraid the more he tries to escape, the tighter she’ll hold onto him. 

You straighten up and look at him. “Why do you want to talk to me?” you say sharply. “Thought you wanted me to have no part in your business.” 

He hangs his head again. “I-I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to get so defensive yesterday, I always do when it comes to her. But look, I… I really need to talk to someone about this whole thing with Mary.” 

“Hmm, well, go talk to Hosea. He’s good with advice.” You start walking away. You’re still stung by his words from yesterday.

“Y/N, please,” he says loudly after you’ve only taken a few steps. You can hear the pain in his voice. You sigh and turn around to look at him.

“Why?” you say, softer this time. “Why the hell would you want me to hear about anything going on in your life, Arthur?” 

He takes a few steps closer to you. “Because I know I can tell ya anythin’, Y/N, and you won’t judge me for it. Just please, give me a few minutes and then I won’t bother ya anymore.” 

That stings again. Here you were thinking you’d been bothering him. “Okay, Arthur.” 

You go into the trees with him and almost to the main trail leading to Valentine. Arthur stops there, staring off down the path to the river. He’s silent for a few moments, and you are too. You want him to be the one who speaks up first since this is his problem. 

“Yesterday when ya said I should stay with her if I was happy, I wanted to tell you that I’m not. Not happy, that is. I don’t know what it is, but that woman knows exactly how to play me. Whenever I pull away in the slightest, she reels me back in. I don’t know what to do, Y/N.” 

“You think I do?” you say quickly. “I don’t know a thing about her, except what gossip has been tossed around camp since you started bringing her around and I don’t know how much of that is true.” 

He sighs. “I know, and I got no business draggin’ ya into my problems. But, Y/N,” he turns to you and reaches for your hand. “I’ve missed havin’ ya around. I always knew I could tell ya anythin’, that I could be honest and open. I can’t do that with Mary. Seems we always fight whenever I tell her even a shred about my life.” 

“I’m sure, I uh, heard her the other day saying she should’ve turned you in years ago. Has she always been like that?” 

“Not always. In the beginning, all them years ago, she weren’t. But then I… we were gonna get married and then her awful daddy got involved. After that, I did some stuff for the gang that caused some attention and it made her mad. She left me after that, said some bad things too. Told her after that I wanted nothin’ with her no more.” 

“So why did she call on you a few weeks ago? If she knew things were over between you…” 

“Well, her husband passed away and she needed someone to help her brother. He got involved with some religious bunch of crazies.” 

“Ah, so she needed someone scary enough to go after him and you’re the most frightening person she knows.” 

“Guess that about sums it up,” he says. You look down at your joined hands and squeeze a little. 

“You’d think with her seeing you as this violent, scary person, she’d be a little less belittling.”

Arthur sighs and looks down the path again. 

“She used to know how kind you can be, didn’t she?” you say, realizing what his silence means. He looks down and nods. 

“I really loved her, Y/N, but when things ended between us and I learned she married another man, it broke my heart. I never wanted nothin’ to do with her. But when she wrote to me and asked for help, I couldn’t say no. I owed it to her. Guess I was hopin’ I could fix one of my many mistakes.” 

“And now she has you completely wrapped around your fingers.” You let go of his hand and cross your arms over your chest. “How long will this run last, Arthur? How long before you end up doing something real stupid that finally pushes her over the edge and she decides it’s over? Or worse, how long before you decide to marry her?” 

His eyes shoot up to yours. “I don’t wanna marry her, Y/N. I’d have to love her to wanna do that.” 

“So then why are you with her? If you don’t love her, end the relationship!” 

“I want to, but like I said, she’s got some kind of hold of me. I… I want nothin’ more than to end it. Truth is, there’s someone else I’d rather be with. But she’s way too good for me.” 

“Who?” you say, genuinely perplexed. “Mary-Beth? Know she’s got a bit of a thing for you. Don’t tell me you’re thinking of Karen, she’s with Sean and they fit together. Tilly, she’s cute. Can be a little scary-”

You didn’t see the way he smiled when you started rambling about the girls, but when he saw you weren’t going to stop, he put a hand behind your head and pulled you to him, your lips meeting. You’re stunned into silence, but just when he starts to pull away, your hands grip his shoulders, keeping you to him. Something in your chest purrs, a hunger you didn’t even know was there begins to melt away. He smells good, like grass and pine, old leather and tobacco leaves. His lips are slightly chapped and warm, God are they warm. His arm winds around your back and you clasp the back of his head, sinking deeper into the kiss. 

Finally, after what feels like years, you break off, slightly breathless. You stare up at Arthur, his cheeks rosy. He smiles a bit but then it fades. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I never meant for ya to get involved in all this crap.” 

You stare into his beautiful blue eyes. Your hand goes to his cheek, his jaw lightly stubbled. “Don’t be, Arthur. I’ve…” It’s your turn to blush. “I’ve dreamt about what it would be like to kiss you for ages, never thought it would be that good.” 

He smiles and leans forward to kiss you again. You want to so bad, but you stop him. “Arthur, we shouldn’t. Not until this Mary business is sorted out. I don’t like her, but it’s not fair to her.” 

He sighs and pulls away, nodding. “You’re right. Well, I’m supposed to go see her later today. Come with me, Y/N. I’m gonna tell her things are over.” 

You nod and smile. “Of course I will. Hell, if I have to kiss you in order to get her to leave you alone, I certainly will. I’ll take any opportunity to do that again.” 

His grin makes your heart flutter. A few hours later, you’re going along the trail with him to where Mary’s staying. She doesn’t live in Valentine, she’s just staying with a family friend in a little farmhouse just outside the town. 

Arthur steps onto the porch with you by his side and knocks on the door. A moment later, Mary opens it. Her eyes meet yours for a moment before she goes back to him. She’s certainly worked hard to make herself look prettier, even applying powder to her face and her hair plaited down her back. 

“Hello, Arthur.” 

“Mary. I um, I think you and I need to talk.” 

She glances at you again and then steps out, closing the door behind her. “May we do this in private, Arthur?” 

He looks at you a second and you nod, going back to the horses where you can see them but can’t hear them. You pretend to brush your horse when really you’re watching them. Arthur takes off his hat and says something, but his back is to you so you can’t tell what he’s saying. You can guess based off Mary’s face. Her hands clasp together and her brows furrow. She says something, looking confused and angry. Arthur responds and then she walks away from him to the other side of the porch, looking almost like she’s searching for an answer. She turns around and says something to him, Arthur shakes his head. He puts his hat on and then walks down the stairs, towards you. Mary puts her hands on the rails of the porch and hollers, “I shoulda had you hung years ago, Arthur Morgan!” 

You throw down your brush and march up the porch to her. “What the fuck is the matter with you? You treat everyone this way when they make you mad?” 

“I don’t know you,” she says, her face clearing. 

“Well you can know me from now on as Arthur’s girl, and I ain’t letting some snotty brat talk to my man like that. If you ever send a letter to him begging for his help, I will come to you and I will put a bullet between those pretty eyes, you got me?” 

Mary swallows. She looks over to Arthur, who seems stunned by your response.

“I didn’t mean… I just….” 

“You were just trying to manipulate him, you ass,” you say. “You don’t love him. Maybe you did once, but now he’s just something for you to play with and control. Well, it may come as a shock to you, Mary, but Arthur’s a person! Just because he’s an outlaw doesn’t mean he’s incapable of feeling. If you mention him or any of my family to anyone, I will destroy your entire life.” You spit at her feet for good measure and then march down stairs. When you get to Arthur, you stretch up and kiss him on the cheek. When you look back at Mary, she’s burst into tears. 

“Did you really have to do that?” he huffs softly in your ear as you go to your horses. 

“Had to get the message across, didn’t I? Now how about you and I go somewhere and have a proper first kiss?”

#rdr2 fanfic #red dead fanfic #arthur morgan #awkward asks #red dead redemption 2

[emisfritish]

Emma, as a local Tay Tawan lover, what do you think of all the things that came up today ? I'm sad and curious to know ur opinion about his tweet =(

Hi dear anon,

I’m sorry for only answering this ask now, I’ve been trying to sort out my feelings and my thoughts. I’ve also been trying to separate the obvious bias I have for Tay and my love for him, from what I personally know and believe intellectually in order to not let my feelings for this actor in particular cloud my judgement.

Here’s what I came up with, and sorry for the mess that I’m about to post : First I won’t sum up the whole situation that happened today with some GMMTV actors, because if you’re on tumblr you’ve probably seen it, and some other blogs have already explained it way better than I could have. Coming from some of these actors I can’t really lie and say I’m surprised (it’s far from the first time they’ve said problematic/homophobic shit). Coming from some others, like Singto for instance, who I actually really respected... yeah. I’m angry and disappointed, and trying to work through that.

Now onto what Tay tweeted after videos from the three actors resurfaced. First off, here’s the actual translation from his tweet, for reference :

"We've all encountered a moment where we made mistakes or we were stupid. However, life is about growing up and learning new matters. So, remain in the present and learn to forgive yourself and others."

Now we don’t know exactly what the tweet was referring to, he never mentions anyone by name, but yeah, I think it’s safe to assume it is in fact about the whole situation. I’ll put my thoughts under a cut because this got LONG. 

I won’t lie, I’m very torn about the tweet. I’m torn between the emotional side of my brain that is disappointed and sad that he felt the need to tweet that to defend some of the highly problematic stuff that was said, and with the rational part of my brain that also fundamentally agrees with some of the ideas behind the tweet, whether they were expressed well or not, that’s not for me to judge.

Here’s what I disagree with : ‘Remain in the present and learn to forgive’ > The fact that those videos are dated for some of them certainly doesn’t mean that blatant homophobia or misogynistic/transphobic behaviour should be swipped under the rug and forgotten and forgiven. It’s not how it works, and those actors need to understand why what they said was wrong and be held accountable for it.

Him being the actor I love the most and deeply respect won’t stop me from calling him off on why I think it was  wrong : It was in poor taste, these men are all grown men and they’re capable of rational thought and should in fact be held accountable and apologize for their actions or words. It’s not Tay’s job to apologize for them if they won’t even apologize themselves.

On the other hand, I also really do hate cancel culture with a passion and I think it does nothing to help the situation long term, and I do believe in the fundamental idea behind the tweet > educating people is the most important, and what is going to help us evolve as a society. We learn new things everyday, I know I for sure deeply regret some of the stuff I said in the past and I’m sure most of us do too.  People have different cultural backgrounds, different upbringings that shaped the way they see the world, and if I do believe that calling off people on the problematic stuff they say is HIGHLY important and what will change things and mentalities, I also believe in allowing these people a chance to learn and grow without cancelling them.

(NB: This idea has one very noticeable exception for one of the three actors that has repeatedly said numerous problematic things for years, been called off on it, and yet has been unwilling to learn. At one point, it’s not about educating him anymore, it’s about acknowledging the fact that he doesn’t want to learn because he doesn’t think he is wrong, and that’s a whole other issue.).

To explain why this is one of my strongest beliefs, I have to go a little personal here, so bear with me: I am lucky enough to have a family that is all in all very open-minded. But one day we were having dinner with my family and a transgender woman was eating at a table not far from us and my father made a couple jokes about that person that were in very bad taste. Let me tell you... I saw red. I couldn’t utter a word the rest of the evening and my hands were actually shaking with anger. My father, one of the people I respect the most in the world, really made that joke. When we came home, I was so mad I couldn’t talk so I went straight to my room and it was my mum (wise woman that she is) that came to talk to me and said that I couldn’t just not say anything to him and that I had to talk to him and explain why what he said was wrong. Because if not me, then who ? So I did. And yeah... It was the most uncomfortable/tense conversation I have ever had with my father. I cried through almost all of it and it kind of shattered the “idealistic” image I had of him. At the end of the day though? I won, and my mum was right. Because I managed to make my father understand why what he said was wrong, and my father has NEVER made another such joke since then and has actually been vocal to people around him about why such jokes are problematic.

LONG STORY SHORT (and sorry for this anon, it’s more than you asked for...) : I believe that some of the stuff that has resurfaced is appalling and there is no excuse for the stuff that was said, no matter how old it might be, and in that, I do wish Tay hadn’t tried to apologize for them or make excuses, if that was his intention. I’m seeing an actor I loved (Singto) in a whole new light because of that joke and nothing can excuse those jokes. But I also agree with the idea that educating people and explaining where they went wrong will always be more powerful and useful in creating a better society than hating and cancelling them will. That this is how we grow and we evolve as a society (where let’s be real, misogynistic/homophobic/transphobic ideas are still very present).

These people needed to be called off for the problematic things they said/did and they should absolutely be held accountable for them, but we also have to educate them on why what they said/did was wrong and for that, we have to allow them the chance to actually listen to us and hear us.

#anon ask #discourse #long post #gmmtv cast #emi answers #ask and you shall receive

[seyaryminamoto]

Which of Gladiator's villains/antagonists could be capable of a redemption arc after part 3's final, and which would be incapable or redemption. Redemption is a weird concept since its basically just surrendering to the views and morality of others by choice and rejecting your own prior outlook, so its all subjective. Also, this question assumes all antagonists survive part 3 for the sake of the hypothetical, since I'm starting to suspect some of them will bite it in the final cough-Ozai-cough.

... See this question is difficult to answer for reasons that shall become obvious as the story progresses (... certain people on this list won’t bite it at the end of part 3 but much sooner, oops :’DDD). But,as we are where we are now, I guess I’ll answer with all our most villainous characters up to date:

Ozai: strangely, Ozai is not incapable of redemption, not completely. I just have to break him bad enough that he ends up questioning himself and the world around him and just about everything that ever happened to him (?) So it’s difficult, but not impossible. He’s a terrible person for sure, but the show itself tried (admittedly, in a half-assed way) to present that he wasn’t born this way. There’s some things that could lead Ozai to ponder if his path in life isn’t quite what he had always believed it was. Now, full-blown redemption as in “Ozai becomes a cutie-patootie who wouldn’t hurt a fly?” Hell no. But a certain degree of change and evolution... that’s not out of his grasp.

Zhao: it’s actually funny but we’re even witnessing his “redemption”, in the way you defined it even, throughout all of Part 2. He’s not being redeemed in the classic concept of going from villain to hero, but the moment he decides that maybe Sokka isn’t complete trash just because he’s Water Tribe, he’s already rejecting something that was fundamental in his way of thinking up until Part 2 begins. On his first encounter with Sokka in Part 1 he’s outright AFFRONTED that this guy would even SPEAK to him... and nowadays he sits beside Sokka on the floor of an airship, trying to help him come to terms with his internal darkness so he’ll be able to use it more effectively to protect Azula. Like... okay, I didn’t ALWAYS plan to write Zhao this way, but we’ve definitely seen him evolve over the chapters he’s been involved in the story xD is he a totally innocent guy? Once again, hell no, and he has nasty plans in mind, especially after Hahn’s revelation about the Spirit Oasis. But is he still as bad as Azula always believed he was? Actually... no. The real question is... will Zhao continue to change his views? Or will he actually take a wholly different path once Part 3 comes around...? :’D

Seethus: eh. He’s kind of a weapon more than a human being, to be honest. You can’t redeem Seethus any more than you can redeem a gun: the guy is completely attached to Ozai and does ANYTHING Ozai wants of him. He practically makes no decisions of his own, everything he does is for Ozai. He’s the most loyal character in the story in the most fucked up way possible: Ozai’s commands are all he cares about. He doesn’t take pleasure in fulfilling his commands, he doesn’t take pleasure in anything at all, he’s just there to be Ozai’s secret weapon. So, if Ozai decides to change and stop using Seethus for wicked schemes... that’s still not Seethus making the decision on his own. He takes no sides, he just obeys. Therefore... I don’t think Seethus is capable of redemption, not as you described it, nor with a simplistic change of heart, because that implies him having a set of beliefs beyond following Ozai blindly and he absolutely doesn’t have them.

Iroh: ... yikes to the max. Despite the above ones aren’t exactly easy characters to discuss redemption with, Iroh is by far the more complicated of the bunch so far, even if he feels less dangerous than the others. Gladiator’s Iroh hasn’t done his worst yet... and some people already have guessed what that will be. I can say for certain that he will come to regret his actions, many of them, and he’ll undergo a terrible “holy shit what have I done” process... but that he regrets his actions doesn’t mean he’ll be forgiven by the victims of his ploys. He won’t really go through a full-blown redemption in terms of changing his mind/goals/beliefs... he’ll just be sorry that he was shortsighted, I suppose, and he’ll regret that he clung to those things so tightly that he caused terrible harm to those around him. But will he change his views and goals completely? Eh... not really. And it’s not like his goals are completely terrible, he does want to end Ozai’s tyranny and that’s not an unworthy goal... the problem is the extremes Iroh is willing to go to in order to succeed at that. As for his views, he’ll certainly change them a couple of times in the upcoming arcs, but in the end he’ll still stand by what he has believed ever since he came back from his Spirit World journeys and shenanigans, no matter if such beliefs aren’t quite as spot-on as he has convinced himself of...

Rhone: Frankly, of all characters in the list so far, Rhone is the first one who is a classic villain of the “I do awful things because I want to” type, to the point where I can safely say that his biggest “redeeming moment” is already behind us (the Fire Lord’s Shadow arc). If anything, he’s well on his way towards cementing his fatalistic, nihilistic and Fire Nation-despising ways in the coming arcs, and it doesn’t really matter what Sokka does, says or tries with this guy, Rhone won’t change his ways. There’s a sort-of deep reason why he’s doing everything he’s doing... but this guy is simply not okay. His mind is a mess, his heart is pretty much dead, and he doesn’t really know how to care about people anymore... and doesn’t care to learn again either. Soooo... not redeemable. Nope.

Jeong Jeong: I guess most villainous characters are Fire Nation, no matter which side of the war they’re on :’D Jeong Jeong is worse than Iroh though, this guy will only be willing to open his mind to other possibilities A TEENY TINY WEENY BIT, but largely he’s unrepenting and unwilling to change his current course. My depiction of Jeong Jeong is definitely painting him in a terrible light, there’s no lie there, but this guy is just not going to adequate himself to anyone else’s ideals or views. He’s stuck on his current mindset most willingly and deliberately, and he’ll do whatever it takes/whatever he wants to defeat Ozai’s regime once he has enough resources to make a proper move again. Don’t hold your breath over him changing considerably because... yeah. Not happening.

General Shaofeng: :’DDDDD this one goes right up there with Rhone. Absolutely not qualified for redemption of any sort. Shaofeng is one of the worst people in this story, morally speaking -- I have no idea if anyone has guessed why just yet, or what he’s up to, or why he’s so twitchy over Azula, but I think the next chapter will shed enough light on who he really is. So... no redemption for him, no chance at all for that with someone like him.

Renkai: I almost feel bad about listing him here despite he’s still such a weird, complicated and sketchy spy in the midst of Azula’s old guard... but Renkai is 100% on his way to a strange redemption. Yes, strange because he hasn’t done anything too dreadful yet... though yeah, okay, he did try to reveal his suspicions about Azula and Sokka to Shaofeng and got shut down immediately x’D but Renkai has had a few moments of doubting his current course in life already, and some upcoming chapters will set in motion actions that will redefine Renkai’s role in the story for good... :’D

Aonu: so very eligible for redemptions, but in more of a “Here, have a Snickers” way rather than a “I WILL CHANGE MY MIND AND VIEWS COMPLETELY!” sense... Aonu isn’t necessarily BAD right now, let alone would I deem him as villainous, but Aonu is a complicated guy who doesn’t quite think too often about anyone’s problems other than his own. Once he comes out of his shell and starts seeing things more clearly, Aonu will prove to be a much more decent guy than anyone would expect of him. Therefore, not exactly redemption but he’ll still evolve in a good way.

Combustion Man: ... nope. I did get a few suggestions on how to make him a more compelling character but frankly I don’t think I particularly need him to be more compelling? Much like ATLA never cared to go in-depth with Ozai, I don’t really care to do it too much with Busty over here. Soooo... no redemption. He’s a bit like Seethus, a living weapon, but this guy actually thrives in blowing things up and finishing his missions for violence’s own sake... so yeah, he’s not going to change that mindset. Not eligible.

Chan: ... hahahahahahahahaha WHY WOULD CHAN BE ON THIS LIST WHEN HE HASN’T DONE ANYTHING SINCE CHAPTER 12 AHAHAHAHA......Well, true, but that wasn’t the last we’ll see of him :’D and I’m honestly just adding him here to say... this guy is unexpectedly eligible for redemption, what’d you know? :’DDDDD (and I mean the son, not the father, the father is NOT eligible, he’s doomed for good (?))

... So, that’s that :’D I don’t know if maybe I’ll come up with some new villainous character in the future, though I think it’s not very likely... this is a relatively comprehensive list as it is, other characters that come to mind are probably too mysterious still for anyone to say for sure that they’re heroes or villains, but if anyone has any other character they’d like to ask about, feel free to do it by reblogging or replying to this post! :)

#anon #gladiator #redeemable and irredeemable characters #it's funny because some classic villainous fucks #like Ozai and Zhao #are more likely to change their views than supposedly heroic lil shits #like Iroh or Jeong Jeong #... not that it says much because technically Iroh and Jeong Jeong already did change their views? #but they're not exactly great people right now either... #... and that's the real problem #they think otherwise :') #ah welp

[muwi-translates]

why u should love sanada fucking yukimura

man, this character... is one of the most lovable otome bois i have encountered in a long time,,, because he’s such a loser.

i wouldn’t even call this a character analysis anymore i just spilled all my feels and love for this stupid wholesome boy. thank you to my two biggest sandman supporters, this is all yuu’s fault. @sea-reiusly @snow--blanket

LET’S START. so,,, aside from the fact that he’s cute-dumb; you should love him because he loves you a lot and he deserves love too.

he is the literal embodiment of boyish selfless love.

if iI had to describe him I would describe him as a big red blanket you can wrap around yourself and make you feel safe and warm. or a big spoon of honey; slightly bitter but also sweet.

1) he is mega Friend for Life

first things first; he would be, and is, a good friend - if not to you then to the people he cares about. his whole concept is ‘boy next door’. he is soft, he won’t disappoint you because he cares about you as a person and he worries sometimes even if he doesn’t show it. for example in Shingen’s route he plays messenger for you - he thinks you’re ‘cool’, you’re his pal. he seems like the type who could develop feelings for you but is content just being close to you as your friend and see you happy. despite being told that he’s ‘tactless’, Yukimura actually, not surprisingly, has the ability to read other people, but just sucks at expressing it to you. so occasionally, he ends up proper advice to other suitors if you’re not on his route:

like the time Kenshin was excited to bring you home with him to Kasugayama and you were torn about leaving the home you’ve come to love and your warlord family. to Yukimura, family and friends are important, that is what one of his 'wants' are, after all. he does it for shingen, he does it for his men and the men in the Takeda army.

in a way he’s a bit like your brother too. except Hideyoshi is the clearly caring, wise older brother and Yukimura is your bratty younger brother who would throw a banana at your face, and pretends he doesn’t give a shit about you but that one time he sees you carrying heavy stuff down the hall he takes it from you and calls you ‘weak’ but he just doesn’t want to see you hurt.

if he's not established to be quite as close to you in other routes (Ieyasu/Masamune), he continues to help you on behalf of sasuke. even though you’re a complete stranger to him and he barely knows anything about you background - especially considering sasuke gave him a coverup story and not what or who you actually are. it's moments like these where he is willing and able to separate 'his job' and 'enemy' and do things that would otherwise produce results the opposite of what he’s supposed to be doing (which is actually a point of conflict in his OWN route, which will I will talk about later uwu)

2) ultimate Fam man

Yukimura is inherently a selfless character. he doesn’t care about himself, he only cares about the people around him and what he can do for them. he overworks himself and shoulders all the stress by himself, to take weight off shingen (it's always 'leave it to me, lord shingen!!' from him). 

I believe he has a mild form of ptsd as well; he mentally and emotionally cuts himself away from feeling anything in battle to perform his best, he has trouble sleeping at night, and he ends up holding things he’s sleeping with very tightly (eg. you). we also learn from Shingen that:

he was raised to be strong and upstanding, but has problems with adapting, so he puts all he has into what he does, meaning he gets hurt more (EN)

when he has his heart set on things, his conviction lasts for a long, long time (CN)

so, he likes it a lot when he gets to surround himself with people he cares about. he comes off as an ambivert leaning on extrovert, based off how he seems to like hanging out with his men not just as their field commander but as their friend, he enjoys parties and even entertains Kenshin. it’s been noted that he is visibly more relaxed and laughs often around his soldiers - so it’s safe to assume he gets energy by being around the people he cares about, because at least he knows that they’re alive.

in fact, the idea of people around him dying makes him angry. he’s willing to put aside his hatred of Nobunaga to ensure that no unnecessary lives are lost, even if he’s sacrificing himself in the process. they all share the simple dream of one day being able to return to their homeland, and Yukimura expects almost all of them to be able to fulfill that dream together.

so when Shingen insinuates that he won’t be able to be there for that, Yukimura gets understandably worried and angry.

okay, so now we know that he's a selfless iron woobie. what else? as stated above we know that he is actually a closet Sensitive Guy(TM). Yukimura is sensitive to his own feelings, at least. he's a Thinker, he thinks a lot and even overthinks. he is a tsundere to himself - because he's hardwired himself to sacrifice other needs and wants aside from the goals he's set for himself. if it’s not something for the benefit of his dream or Shingen or Sasuke - does he really need it?

he clings onto all the light he can hold onto no matter how small for the sake of his dream - it’s literally defined his life, he’s somewhat dependant on using his body to fight for something or someone and that’s why he’s always moving around doing something. Yukimura also respects other people who have a similar mindset (also his highest criteria when it comes to women; he gotta have something to respecc). 

if he didn’t have anything to fight for what do you think would happen? :thinking:,,,, check out chapter 13 of his dramatic route for the answer,,,, it is not pretty :( 

3. 95% giver 5% taker (and only after some self-deprecation)

of course his selflessness also applies to his love interest?? 

even as a lover he's such an adorable loser that makes me want to cry. he is selfless love in the form of a man. he is basically a dog boi. he only wants to take care of you, your happiness is his happiness. he always offers to make YOU happy and not himself first- it's like as long as you're smiling he can keep going, even if he's tired or if he worked all day, he always has time to spoil and coddle you-- if you want all his attention he'll give it to you, no matter how tired or busy he is. in fact, he thinks that its part of the job description, that its his duty to indulge in your desires. even on his birthday, you know the day where HE'S supposed to get something, he goes out of his way to get YOU a present.

the conflict in his route is literally him coming to terms that he wants something for himself, denying himself from his own goddamn happiness. he finds out that you are on the side of his enemies, yet he still wants you because he’s fallen for you - but he tells/forces himself to think that he doesn’t need you after all, because “it wasn’t meant to be” and that he doesn’t deserve you because he brought you to the battlefield. even though he can do exactly what he needs to if you were simply just ‘friends’ or ‘acquaintances’ - the idea of giving himself true happiness by being with the person he loves? nah, fam.

literally the only time he wanted to be selfish for once he slapped himself and said ‘no’. if you didn’t chase after him, the regret would eat at him for a long time, regret that he’ll eventually learn to squash down inside himself and only add to fuel of performing only for others - and not himself.

👏 👏  related analysis: why does he come off as insensitive when it comes to his route? why has he demonstrated that he is actually not Stupid but is also a butthead to you?

answer: defence mechanism - he thinks women are bothersome because they cry. and when women cry he lacks the confidence(?) to use words to comfort them. they embarrass him, he’s a tsundere, he only says things truly from his heart under Very Specific Circumstances where he is completely vulnearable and open (like pre-spice or... some angst situation).

so instead he just falls back to being selfless like he normally is. all he knows is how to care about other people, carry their burdens and wanting them to rely on him. that's why when you're upset at the festival, he just keeps shoving food at you instead of asking 'what's wrong' and going off on that. because his mind is literally just thinking food = good = makes people happy = ok, let's do that then. that's also why he'd rather you be angry than sad. sad is bad because he doesn’t know how to deal with bad except being physically intimate - pretty sure Yukimura would rather die if he had to hug every crying woman he ever encountered.

conclusion: he’s just a lost, lost boi who doesn’t know how to comfort people so he sacrifices himself and puts others ahead of him using actions - he pampers, he lets people vent out on him, the works. what a fucking wholesome loser who needs to love himself for once.

👏 👏 end of insensitive boi in love analysis

there’s a part of Yukimura that is actually a bit insecure. it's odd because he’s usually so confident in himself, and so proud, but he’s also so self-deprecating? under that tough boy exterior is just a boi who wants to be loved. he wants someone who will be there for him and support his stupid ass. he uses himself to hold up everyone else's burdens, but sometimes there's nobody that might be able to do the same to him. he wants someone to come home to, when he's stressed and wants some loving because otherwise he'd hole up his emotions and explode-- if he didn't have Shingen and Sasuke there with him.

his route sort of expresses the fact that Yukimura has never experienced a ‘mature love’ before, or a love where he imagines a life together with them. crushes, probably at some point in his life. sexual experience? how can he not have any??? but mature love? questionable.

these moments are few and far between because its not explored quite as much, but when they do...

he says things like "don't leave me, i'll prove that i'm the man for you." (bitch doesn't have to prove jack shit, he literally radiates with Care and Love) and “I need you”. he just doesn't want you to disappear on him. 

why’d you think you decided to leave without telling him? bitch would fucking fight the sky to keep you with him.

he's scared to lose you because he's finally found someone who is willing to accept him and taught him that its ok for him to be selfish for once and do things for his own sake and his own happiness. what he wants most is to just come home and eat food with you together. every encounter with you is precious to him because you rarely see each other. he wants to spend time with you. he doesn't like it when things cut into plans that seperate the two of you- but he doesn't mind it if plans didn't run as expected as long as he still got to spend the day with you. even if he's busy, he lies to go out with you to do things that YOU want. 

he’s finally come to find some happiness outside of work and outside of how he already copes - that alone is special to him, whether you end up as his friend or as his lover.

so basically:

you should love this guy bc he is mega Lovable and radiates warm Energy,,, he will always care about ur dumb ass one way or another.

#ikemen sengoku #cybird #ikesen #ikesen yukimura #Sanada Yukimura #by the way i fucking love this loser a lot #if you couldn't tell #i stan him so much #he deserves so much love #big loser muscly boi

[areluctantsblog]

Teacher!Tony wrong number au - Part 4

I'm super excited to post this chapter for two reasons. Firstly, because I'm introducing a few familiar characters and a sort of new one. Secondly, because this chapter got so long that I decided to break it into two. I hope it works for you all, let me know, I’m grateful for every feedback. 🙂

(part 1, part 2, part 3)

After that torturous lesson on Monday, Tony decides that he won’t text Peter Parker again. It’s no more than a bullet point in the list of reckless things Tony swore to avoid from Monday on, yet it still feels important to point out. Tony’s a teacher and Peter’s a student. Their relationship ought to be defined by their roles and even those three times they texted was enough to blur the lines and mess them up. That is, if Peter’s behaviour was anything to go by Monday afternoon. And even if the boy is all right, Tony won't forget anytime soon the disturbing reaction he had to the situation. What situation that was exactly, he doesn’t know, and he isn’t too keen on labelling it, either. Giving it a name would only make it real and that is the last thing Tony needs.

Tuesday morning Tony catches himself keeping an eye out for Peter Parker wherever he goes. It’s almost as if he’s afraid of meeting the boy. Or is it that he’s eager to? Well, Tony most certainly isn’t afraid of the boy. His own reaction, however, is an entirely different story. As for wanting to see Peter, yes, he might wish to, but only to make sure again that the boy is all right. It’s only reasonable, wanting reassurance. Helping him, if he needs to. His motivations are completely respectable, Tony thinks – then feels his stomach drop when he mistakes a sophomore for Peter.

By lunchtime he loses count of how many times he told himself to get a grip. He knows that he will meet Peter eventually and some part of him is confident that it will be all right. Things will go back to normal in no time. Peter will have gotten a confidence boost and Tony will have proved to be able to stay at the rational side of things all by himself. Everything is going to be fine. That is, if he finally comes to his senses and starts treating the situation as he should. Like it never happened. Like it should never have happened. Not with that twitch in his chest, that feels frighteningly like regret, every time he remembers his resolution.

He sees Peter again on Wednesday morning. They exchange the small smile and polite nod Tony expected the first time and it’s alarming how effortless it is. A part of him tells himself to be happy about it, but that part also does everything to ignore the rush of adrenaline and the fluttering of his stomach accompanying that smile. And the disquieting suspicion of what it all might mean.

By Thursday night, Tony feels more exhausted than ever before during his teaching carrier. He desperately needs to get it off his chest. He pours himself a whisky, sits on the sofa and looks Jarvis deep in the eyes.

“I’m in trouble,” he begins. The dog tilts his head with a soft whine.

“Yep, it’s not good,” he sighs. Then he realises what he just said and hurries to add, “but it’s not bad either. I’m just blowing it out of proportion.” His firm voice makes the dachshund put his head down on his feet timidly.

“I enjoyed texting him, yeah, but who wouldn’t?” Tony pleads, waving his glass dangerously in the air. “He’s one of those new generation kids who grew up online. Of course, he’s funny and easy-going. And me? Okay, let’s not start with that,” he allows when the dachshund covers his eyes with a paw. “The point is, that nothing wrong happened. And nothing will happen. I just need to calm the fuck down,” he finishes, burying his face into his hands. “Ugh. Why can’t I just… Shit!”

Prompted by Tony’s strangled voice, Jarvis hops onto the sofa and nudges his thigh with a small paw.

“It’s all right, buddy,” he says, sitting up. “Well, it’s not, not yet, but we’re here to figure it out, aren’t we?”

Tony finishes his drink and refills before he speaks again.

“And so, what if I find him interesting? He is an interesting boy,” Tony insists. The dog whines again. “Yes, okay. I know what you’re thinking. Why didn’t I notice him before? Do I only find him interesting because we texted? Because we did something forbidden? God, I’m fucked up. But okay, let’s say I do. I feel this, this attraction – strictly in a physical sense. As in relating to physics, not, not the other thing. Yeah... But, but it doesn’t mean that I have to act on it. That’s what makes us human, isn’t it, J?”

“I wouldn’t know, boss, but my Talking to Himself protocol has just been activated” says another voice with a soft British accent.

“Hey there, mother hen. I wasn’t talking to myself. I was talking to your four-legged cover-up,” Tony quips back at the AI.

“You programmed this protocol to ignore entities that are unable to answer in any known human languages,” J.A.R.V.I.S. informs him.

“Oh, but look at him, he’s all ears. And he was being most supportive, didn’t you listen?” Tony chides, petting the dachshund's head gently.

“I did listen, and about what you sa…,” J.A.R.V.I.S. begins, but Tony interrupts him.

“I didn’t upload my painfully earned self-knowledge into your archives for you to just throw it back at me.”

“So how can I help?” J.A.R.V.I.S. asks, sounding more concerned, than offended.

“How about you make me a hot bath?”

“Right away, boss.”

“That went well, wouldn’t you say?” Tony whispers conspiratorially to Jarvis, as he scratches behind his ears. “I just hope it goes well with Peter tomorrow, too.”

Surprisingly, it does. The hot bath and the unusually peaceful sleep seem to have made a difference, because Friday morning Tony feels calmer than he had in days. He tries to whoosh away the idea that this newfound serenity might have more to do with finally seeing Peter again, than successful coping. But even if it is so, he can’t wish away his emotions. He just has to keep it together for a short time, a few weeks maybe, certainly not more than three and then his life would become safely uneventful once more. It already looks promising. During the lesson, Tony’s in a much more reasonable state of mind than last time and Peter looks at him again.

Tony he knows himself too well to relax, though, despite feeling relieved on his way home for the week-end. Believing that it’s all behind him just because one lesson went well is… tempting. And that’s exactly what makes him wary. Tony is aware, even if he doesn’t feel them at the moment, that some of the messy, irrational and absolutely inappropriate emotions he’s been dealing with all week linger on.

As a consequence, Tony has the most irregular weekend in a long time – well, none more so, than the last one when he texted a student, but he doesn’t count that one. Instead of staying in his workshop, he spends almost all of Saturday in Central Park with Jarvis. He watches skaters, talks to a nice paintress, feeds the ducks and walks more than he thinks advisable in the chilly weather. It works reasonably well. Even though Peter pops into his mind at least a hundred times during the day, Tony at least doesn’t spend his evening fighting off more thoughts of the boy. He barely finishes feeding Jarvis before he collapses onto the sofa, fast asleep.

When Tony wakes up a little before noon he’s both grateful for only having to come up with half a day’s worth of distractions and annoyed at himself for that thought. After walking Jarvis, he grades a few freshmen’s homework, but stops when he almost falls asleep. Later in the afternoon, after spending a miserable hour trying to concentrate on lesson plans, Tony turns his TV on and in a desperate attempt at distraction, selects the superhero movie with the most handsome men running around in tight suits. It doesn’t help. Getting slightly aroused by all the action and sexiness and at the same time wondering who Peter Parker’s favourite character is… Well it’s as far from making things better as it can be.

When turning in unusually early for the third night in a row, Tony resolves not to make any more resolutions. His attempts at dealing with the situation seem to have yielded mixed results. Results, he feels unable to untangle at the moment. So, Tony decides to just go about thing as usual – or at least as close to usual as he can manage – and see what happens.

What does happen the next day, however, is nothing he prepared for. Thankfully three nights of long, uninterrupted sleep gives him enough presence of mind to avoid making a scene, but at the end of the period Tony can barely wait until the last student leaves the classroom before he takes out his phone and texts Peter.

Aaand stay tuned for part 5 which is almost ready and coming soon 😉

Notes: Yes, Tony has J.A.R.V.I.S., the AI and his reasons for keeping it a secret – hence Jarvis, the dog, who looks like the one in the pic below. (And of course, you’ll find out what those reasons are, if you stick with me for a bit longer.)

Thanks for reading and special thanks if you share your thoughts on this chapter with me 🙂

Edit 10-02-2019: Part5

#starker #teacher!tony #wrong number au #part 4 #dog photo not mine #the dog isn't mine either #a reluctant writes

[ghostheadcanons]

How would the Papas/Copia try to woo someone they had interest in? (I'm just feeling hella fluffy today and it sounds like a cute idea)

Oh, heck yes. Give me that fluff!!

It’s all under the readmore because BOY HOWDY this got long.

Papa Nihil:

WERTHERS ORIGINALS Okay, not really. If he has his eye on you, he’s going to want you nearby, so congratulations, Sibling of Sin! You get to be an assistant!

If it’s romance he’s after, he wouldn’t just skip straight to the sex. He wants to make this special.

Spoils you rotten. Gives you lavish little gifts out of absolutely nowhere–new clothes, jewelry, you name it. If you’re uncomfortable with that, though, he’ll limit it to smaller things, like candy okay, so werthers originals. He doesn’t want you to feel like you owe him anything. He just likes how you light up when he gives you presents.

Will let you in on delicious little gossipy secrets about some of the old clergy, and tell you stories of his youth. He doesn’t share these with just anybody! You two can giggle together about the archbishop who got caught with his pants down.

If things go well, and you seem receptive, Sister Imperator will probably sit you down to talk, and make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into. That’s how you know you’re not just some passing fancy from him.

Papa I:

Would be a little unsure of himself. After all, he’s an old man, and you’re….well…so much younger!

But if he decides to go through with it, he would ask for you to stay after sermons so the two of you can talk one-on-one about Lucifer and the day’s topic.

He, like Nihil, would give you gifts, but his are much more humble–pressed flowers and herbs, things he saw and just happened to think of you.

Would make his intentions known after you’ve spent time together and grown close–he loves you. And he would love nothing more than to worship the Dark One with you by his side.

Papa II:

Ohoho. He is so much less subtle than Papa I. The way his eyes linger on you, bore into you, when he preaches…the way he seems to be talking only to you, in a sea of thousands…

In truth, if he’s developed feelings for you, he’s not very happy about that development. It makes him feel vulnerable. But he would approach this a little differently than if he were just after a quick fuck.

Would make you his assistant. At first it’s just things like filling out paperwork and fetching him things. He would lean over you while you’re sitting down and writing to point out your mistakes, leaning in close and whispering in your ear as he slips a hand over yours. “You forgot to carry the two, child.”

Then one night he walks into his office, dressed in his fancy clothes and passing you a box. Inside is a brand new outfit, jade green to match his colors. “I need a plus one for tonight’s ball. I’d like you to come.”

This isn’t some wild party in Vegas, it’s for the higher clergy. And of all the people he could’ve asked, of all the concubines who are much more socially adept in these situations, he asked you.

When you point this out to him, he merely raises an eyebrow. “Then you’d best be on your best behavior, yes? I know you’d hate to embarrass me.”

You can decline, of course. He would be graceful in your rejection. It would mean the end of your assistant’s job, but he wouldn’t kick you out of the church or anything like that. This is the moment where you decide if you’re in it for the long haul or not.

If you accept, he would keep inviting you out to these sorts of things. Choosing to spend time with you. Giving you gifts. Papa II is a man of actions, not words. Even if he never physically says the words ‘I love you,” trust me. You’ll know.

Papa III

Romance is a game, and there’s no better player in the Clergy than Papa III. His trysts and affairs are legendary.

It’s so rare that someone genuinely catches his interest, and yet here you come along and catch him completely off-guard.

For a little while, this Casanova is actually unsure how to proceed. He’s well-versed in the art of seduction, as many heart-broken brothers and sisters of sin can attest, but you…

How is he going to woo you?

He’d probably start it off by asking you out. Casual, no big deal, just a dinner date! You’re always working so hard. Live a little, eh?

If you really wanna make him sweat? Turn him down. A polite ‘no thank you, excuse me.’ 

He’s so used to people falling at his feet that it would honestly shake him up. But it’s also an intriguing development. Cat-and-mouse is a game he can definitely get behind. 

When he asks you out again is actually when you know he might be serious. There are so many others out there he could get into bed with much less effort, but here he is, after you’ve already rejected him once. He comes bearing gifts–a massive bouquet of your favorite kind of flowers. “I know, a paltry present. But then again, when I look at you, every beautiful thing out there seems paltry in comparison.”

If you accept, you can see the genuine happiness in his eyes. Will take you out to fancy restaurants, parties, anyplace you want to go. He’ll give you anything, tesoro, just name it. Name it, and he’ll do it. Only for you. 

Cardinal Copia

This poor man. He doesn’t have a damn clue how to proceed when it comes to these sorts of things. He had a beloved, once upon a time, but that was so long ago, and while seduction-wise he’s not half-bad, he was never really that great in the actual romance department. 

Might settle for playing Cyrano and write you an anonymous love letter. He’s actually very good with words, weaving them together in a loving, poetic tapestry that would leave anyone breathless. Nothing too intense at first–penned on parchment in ink, fancy handwriting…and he includes instructions on how to write back so he’ll get the letter. All without revealing who your mysterious admirer is. 

He agonizes the whole time writing it, and immediately regrets sending it right after he does. This was a terrible idea! What if it goes to the wrong person? What if they recognize his handwriting? This could jeopardize his whole career!!!

….and yet, the most terrifying thought of all is of you laughing at him. 

Copia feels like he’s dying inside, sure that you’ve rejected him–until he gets a letter back almost immediately, which he frantically opens to read. 

The two of you exchange letters for awhile. The whole time, the Cardinal is both terrified and ecstatic. Every time he gets a new letter from you, he feels his heart soar and the stresses of his day slide away. He keeps them in a drawer in his desk, where he can look back on them when he’s upset.

Finally comes the day he’s been dreading–and waiting for–the day where you ask to meet in person. He tries to put it off for as long as he can, insisting you wouldn’t like the person behind the pen, but you are persistent. 

Copia is a nervous wreck that night, hiding just out of sight from your meeting place. But when you arrive, you manage to coax him out. 

…and you’re the one to tell him ‘I love you.’ first.

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