#Anyways. I love this show and it makes me really sad

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ch6 the wrong john | masterlist | next

tw: idiots in love acting like idiots, reader is insecure i fear

john price x f!reader, reader is johnny’s twin

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Your cat likes John better than you and you can’t seem to care.

He coaxes her into the carrier with ease and you watch it like you’re not there, instead floating above your body. John’s hands rummage through your dressers, packing underwear and shirts and pants into the same suitcase you used when you visited base. There’s a joke in there somewhere but you can’t seem to find it, words turning to ash in your mouth. Johnny is missing, so there’s no reason to laugh. All you can do is stand in the corner, holding your cat’s carrier, watching a captain commandeer your apartment like it’s a mission. In five minutes, John has fit your necessities into two bags and has you out the door with a hand on your back. 

“You didn’t tell me her name yet.” You blink and there’s a black car in front of you, John’s hand pushing you into the passenger seat while he puts your stuff in the back and gets into the driver's side. The cat is on your lap, somehow not throwing a fit at her new home.

“Bubbles.” He hums, gunning the engine and turning the car into the familiar path to the airport. “Bubbles?” You glance out of the window, noting the day is as dreary as you feel. “She has a mohawk. Like Jo- my brother. He’s Soap, so I thought Bubbles…” Your throat tightens. Johnny’s missing and you’re sitting here with your cat, making stupid puns he would love.

John squeezes your thigh and returns his hand to the wheel. The loss of it is a shot to the heart. Now, you’re a victim to him. Sadness is not sexy. It’s painful but you try not to think of it too much. Everything is falling apart anyway.

“We’ll find him, sweetheart. Can tell ya more on the plane.” Everything is in slow motion. Bubbles licks your fingers through the mesh of her carrier and you focus on it like your life depends on it. 

“I’m supposed to work tomorrow.” 

“Already called ‘em. Y’r on sabbatical.”

“My plants…”

“Left a note f’ y’r neighbors.”

“How can I pay rent if I’m not working?”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. ‘ve got ya.” 

You nod and close your eyes, wishing everything away like a bad dream. When you wake, you’re on a small military plane. Bubbles is next to you, buckled in. You reach for your phone to take a picture for Johnny, to show him your military cat, but your hand drops when you remember. The heat of John’s stare burns the side of your face, and it takes a few seconds, but you finally gather enough courage to face him. The look in his eyes is haunting. You can’t tell, but John’s been replaying the moment he lost two of his men over and over since it happened. When he closes his eyes, it’s all he sees. Opening his eyes is worse, seeing you in pain and knowing he can’t do anything to immediately fix it.

“Was s’pposed t’ be an easy mission. They got the drop on us. Would’ve been so easy to take all four but they only took Soap an’ Ghost. Ghost’s only family is Soap so we think they’re goin’ to target you next. They’ve got a vendetta against y’r brother. Old wounds an’ all that. You’ll be on base where y’r protected.” He pauses for a second. It’s now dawning on him that you’ll be a few meters away, the fantasy he’s been wanting, but under the worst circumstances. “Questions, sweetheart?” Only one.

“Will you find him?”

“I will. Don’t care what I’ve got to do to do it.”

When you get to base, Kyle is there. He’s looking worse for the wear, a new scar decorating his eyebrow. “You look very chic, Kyle.” He shakes his head, pulling you into a hug. “‘m sorry, angel. We’re gonna find him.” It’s the first time it’s really hit you. Maybe it’s the fact that this is only the second time you’ve met Kyle and he’s already treating you like family on account of your brother. Tears form in your eyes and he tugs you closer, rubbing your back as you cry. You remember you’re still out in the open, standing in front of countless guards, and start taking deep breaths to calm the tears. “It’s ok, let it out.” You nod against him, then pull back to wipe the tears away. Bubbles meows, desparate for attention, and Kyle’s ears perk up at the sound. “‘m goin’ to walk you to your quarters an’ you’re goin’ to tell me when you got a cat.” John’s already ahead of him, your bags in his hands, so you turn to Kyle and hand him the cat carrier. “So it all started with a dumpster…”

There aren’t spare quarters in the task force’s section of base, so you’re staying in Johnny’s. As if that wasn’t already terrible, you’re across the hall from John’s quarters. John’s disappeared, the bags he packed for you neatly set near Johnny’s bed. Kyle brings you to the room, already having bonded with Bubbles, and promises that someone will be by with dinner. Every second is precious to find your brother, so you can’t blame them both for having to leave.

Your idiot twin didn’t even make his bed before he left. You tidy his room, ignoring your shaking hands, then venture out with a bag of his laundry just to give you something to do. A kind lieutenant in the hallway directs you, and you can feel pitying eyes follow you to the laundry room. A civilian staying multiple nights on base is unheard of, but the rest of the soldiers there are used to the task force operating by their own rules. It seems some groups have left, the building feeling emptier and less lively since you last visited. Or maybe they’re just giving you space in this time of half-mourning, this purgatory of doubt. While you wait for Johnny’s clothes, you try to remember the path to John’s office. It takes you a few backtracks, but you finally make it back to where this all started. You raise your hand to knock, but a bit of eavesdropping reveals there’s at least five people in the room. Not wanting intrude, you go back to Johnny’s room and wait. Waiting seems to be the only thing you can do.

Hours later, after a tasteless dinner of mess hall food, you still can’t fall asleep. It’s past midnight and base is quiet. In your state of delirium, you drag yourself out of bed and outside your room, feet tracing an easy path to John’s room. It feels selfish, seeking him out when your twin is probably in some sort of hell, but you can’t prevent your hand from reaching his door. You knock twice, then curse yourself as the logical half of your brain wakes up and asks what the hell you’re doing. It’s too late to turn back. “Come in.”

John’s sitting at a small desk shuffling through papers. He’s got on blue light glasses you’ve never seen before, and the utter attractiveness of them stops your mouth from opening. He still hasn’t looked up yet, making small notes on the papers in front of him. “What is it?” Finally, John’s head tilts up, then straightens when he realizes it’s you. “I’m sorry, I’ll go-” “Don’t. ‘M sorry sweetheart, didn’t realize it was you.” You twist your hands together, feeling awkwardly uninvited. His space is hardly lived in, no personal effects to be found except a blue blanket on his bed.

“Somethin’ botherin’ you?” You nod, taking a step closer to his desk. “Couldn’t sleep.” He nods back, eyes shining with understanding. Rolling out his chair from under his desk, he spreads his legs in invitation. You answer it silently, shuffling towards him until you’re standing in between them. His actions are so at odds with how avoidant he was in the morning, but you’re too tired to care. Rough hands caress the outside of your upper thighs, then move up to your hips and waist. He rubs small circles, similar to how he did during your bathroom confrontation months earlier, and the motion already starts to calm you. John scoots closer to the edge of his chair until his face is flush to your clothed stomach. Instantly, you reach out to pull him in, hands sinking into the strands of his hair until you feel his glasses poke your stomach. His hands settle above your ass, never stopping their circular caresses. The angle is slightly awkward, a bit uncomfortable, but it doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, namely being this close to the man that haunts your dreams. The two of you stand in almost-silence, breaths syncing until you can’t tell where his start and yours end.

“Sleepwithme.” You pull back until your hands cradle his face, smoothing over the creases your shirt left on his skin. “What?” He releases his hold on you to take off his glasses, setting them down on his desk. “Sleep with me.” Your heart drops, hands leaving his face. The implication that you two only seek each other out for sex is clear, and you can’t even blame him since that’s how it started. He frowns at you. “I’m not really in the mood for sex, I’m sorry. Maybe tomorrow or…” John shakes his head, standing from his desk chair. “I meant jus’ sleep, sweetheart. Can’t blame you f’ jumpin’ to conclusions, I know I’m irresistible.” You roll your eyes, shoving him away. John catches your arm and pulls you into him, tucking your head under his chin like you were made to fit together. You let him hold you, nuzzling into him like you did the first night you meant. “I take this as a yes?” You nod against him. John turns off the light and ushers you into his bed. It’s a bit small for two until he tugs you on top of him, chest to chest. Your legs tangle, your arms flaying about for a better position until he tucks them around his broad shoulders. You can feel his muscles contract with every breath, how his heart beats strong as you shuffle your head up and into the crook of his shoulder. 

“Goodnight, John.”

“Goodnight, baby.”

When you wake in the morning, your core is throbbing, and not in a good way. Your period’s early, a symptom of how deranged your mental state has become, and it would be fine until you remember the man under you. The man who’s seen you naked but not like this, not vulnerable in a way you can’t control. Early morning sun peaks through his curtains, reminding you that you’ve only slept for a couple of hours. The light reveals a small stain of blood on your pajama shorts and John’s boxers, a bit on his chest since he slept shirtless. It’s your worst nightmare.

“Shit, shit, shit.” You whisper-yell. John’s up and moving before you have the chance to take stock of the situation. Always a man with a plan, he peels you off of him, pushing you towards his ensuite bathroom. He murmurs sweet nothings you’re sure are empty platitudes, just him being nice. 

“‘S okay, jus’ some blood, pet.”

“Nothin’ I haven’t seen before.”

“Take a shower, be there in a second.”

In the shower, you want to bang your head against the tiled wall. The shock of your period almost erases the memory of Johnny being missing until it comes back in full force, along with worser cramps. Tears stream down your face, washed away quickly by the shower. Everything is unfair, and your hormones join the party to make it worse. That’s where John finds you, wiping away the puffiness under your eyes as the water turns cold.

“None of that, pet.” There’s still blood on his chest and he notices the same time as you do, shucking off his boxers and joining you under the shower spray. It’s not sexy, the first time you shower with John. You feel stripped raw, maneuvering yourself into the corner so he can have the water. John’s having none of it, tugging you into his arms. 

“John…” You murmur. Satisfied that you’re clean, he reaches around you to turn off the water. He’s so nonchalant that you’re both bare, that your body is bloated and sore in all the wrong ways. 

“What?” He finally replies. Getting out first, he hands you a towel, then grabs another to wrap around his waist. There’s a pair of your underwear on the counter, clean, and you question how he got it without leaving his bedroom. It’s a mystery not worth your time. He hands you a container of pads and tampons. 

“Where’d you get this?”

“My cabinet.”

“...Why do you have these?”

“Jus’ like to be considerate is all.”

His thoughtfulness collides with the fact that he has period products for any menstruating woman in his bedroom. Does this happen often? Do women’s bodies sense how safe and nuturing he is and just let loose?

“Jesus, why aren’t you someone’s boyfriend yet?” You mutter it, mainly to yourself, as you’re sticking a pad on your underwear. John’s head snaps up at you, eyes questioning. “What’re ya talkin’ about?” You ignore him in favor of putting on your underwear, stumbling with wet legs until John catches your shoulder. “That. This. All of this. The fucking period products. You’re like a walking template for husbands. How are you single?” Finally, you’re eye to eye with him, gripping your respective towels. His brow is furrowed, stubble slightly outgrown in a way you’re itching to feel. His eyes, normally blue like the ocean, are stormy. “Didn’t think I was single.” Um.

He walks out of the bathroom and you follow him to his closet where he’s digging for new boxers. “You have a girlfriend? How could you not…oh my god. I’m such an idiot. What, is she waiting for you at home somewhere?” Clothed in new boxers, he finally hits you with the force of his full glare. You almost step back under the cloud of his anger. “There is no girlfriend waiting at home. I thought you were waiting for me. Guess I miscalculated.” The weight of his words drags down your shoulders. You sit in his desk chair, mute as he gathers a clean set of fatigues. It’s only when he’s putting on his belt you finally find your voice.

“You thought we were dating?” He scoffs at your question. “Clearly, we’re not. Guess that one’s on me.” You fumble for something to say. “John, I told you, we can’t.” He shakes his head, and you note how he has to try twice to get his belt through his pant loops. “We can call and fuck and sleep, but we can’t date. Thanks for clearin’ that up, sweetheart.” He’s already lacing his boots and you’re still in his fucking towel, dripping water onto the floor. John approaches you and for a heartstopping second you think he’ll kiss you, but he just reaches around you to grab the paperwork on his desk. “Well, hope you feel better. I’ll be out workin’.” You nod silently, tracking his footsteps to the door. “John.” He stops with a hand on the doorknob. It’s the most vulnerable thing he’s ever done. Your tongue fumbles to find the right words, the right order to say them in, but all you can settle on is a “Thank you.” He shakes his head, not turning back when he replies. “I’ll see you later.” You busy yourself with gathering your bloody clothes, finding a T-shirt of his to wear so you don’t step into the hall naked. Tears threaten to fall but you choke them back, refusing to cry over him.

When that nice lieutenant finds you again, she tells you John’s been deployed, and he won’t come back until he finds your brother.

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is anyone noticing how he uses different petnames based on the circumstances? no, just me? also i swear this has a happy ending we just have some idiots in love.

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[lasnevadaslaborunion]

Okay, finally caught up on the full VOD and here are some messy thoughts

...

So. UHHH. On a gut emotional level, I fucking hated that lmao. Whole chapter of my life finished with a bang and a whimper. Las Nevadas Labor Union is over, y'all. The boss just deny, defend, deposed himself. Holy shit.

On an intellectual, thematic level... I... can't really... argue with that? Like, we didn't actually expect a character that cc!Q explicitly said was inspired by Walter White to receive a happy ending or a functional relationship, did we? We were really high on our copium supply, good grief.

I could, and still might, write a whole meta about how c!Quackity has been passively suicidal with a foreshortened sense of future for a very long time. As far back as Doomsday, he didn't care if he lost his life, as long as he got to watch those who hurt him go down first. He declared so many times that he would die with his country. He was incessantly compared to c!Wilbur, both by other characters and by the narrative itself. He was fucking terrified of being betrayed again, but he always expected it, and moreover did nothing to prevent it. He told c!Foolish and c!Purpled outright that they would have every right to kill him for what he did to them. Didn't even consider making himself immortal with the revival book, instead focusing on making sure c!Dream would no longer have it. Didn't fight back when Slime killed him. Doubled down on his mistakes, and in hindsight rationalized everything as inevitable. Wrested back control the only way he knew how, following another's model. Las Nevadas was a broken institution, built by a man who had given up on fixing anything. His story was always about the self-perpetuating cycle of power and abuse.

This... isn't shocking, unfortunately. If anything, it was too obvious an ending.

I won't go too deep into the OOC implications, because they will make me sound... way more parasocial than I want to be. But I don't think it's controversial to say that the DSMP holds a lot of complicated, difficult, bittersweet memories for many of its former members. It does not surprise me at all that the ending cc!Q chose for his arc was an unhappy one. There are several possible conclusions I would have greatly preferred, but none could have realistically happened without Certain People returning. I wonder how aware the creator was of that, and how much those emotions bled into the writing.

And while I'm... still not certain how I feel about c!Quackity blowing himself up even after being given a second chance (I will always prefer "live and try to do better" à la Bojack Horseman for characters like this), I see the in-universe logic behind it, and everything up to that point was completely in character. Right down to his denial of having ever done the deed, boasting that his enemies deemed him important enough to kill, while ironically taking hollow pride in denying them the chance to take the revenge he so desperately sought for himself, showing no mercy to who he maybe subconsciously believed was his greatest obstacle to true glory... ughhh, c!Quackity makes me so fucking SAD you guys-

Ahem. Anyway. Could he have forgiven himself? Would he have ever accepted the forgiveness of others? Perhaps, perhaps not. In two other lives, those he unknowingly gave a second chance to, he did. q!Quackity went on living for the sake of someone he loved, knowing he, too, was loved. k!Quackity went on living until he found justice, knowing he did not deserve to be wronged. c!Quackity... what other legacy would he have left? Does he know what he truly wanted, before all that fear and hunger for control tainted his heart? Was he content to know someone would remember him with a shred of fondness? That he left a single positive impact? That his life did have a purpose?What if he knew that even some of those with the most reason to hate him still wanted him to be better?

I suppose one might imagine an open-ended resolution, exchanging that last shot of c!Q's last life vanishing with him riding Boner/Ossium away from the explosion and into the sunset to build a better legacy. What would that new legacy look like? I have no idea. I don't think he knows yet, either. But we can pick our favorite based on the day. Time travel is real, and canon is made up. We can do what we want forever now. Enjoy.

...

He's not a fucking gringo, though. c!Quackity is Mexican, importantly so, full fucking stop. Stop infecting him with more Trump particles than he already had. "Oh great, a foreigner" honestly FUCK you Alex. 0/10 for that

[guabie]

Here so you guys know them babysitter x child their minding dynamics. It’s often in like Christmas movies like for example (idk the names so stick with me)

* that one hockey big brother that has to become his little sisters Girl Scout mom cuz their one died and dads busy or sum and all that. It’s very cute and all and sad too but ygm

* Another is Steve fucking Harrington with all the Stranger Things kids and especially Dustin.

*Adventures in babysitting the one that has Sofia Carson and Sabrina carpenter in it.

* Also that one movie from that popular clip of the babysitter and the child at some adventure park spinning some teacup yoke and they both look so out of it idk how to explain it but people always say shit like oh when your young and wanna be all grown up and when you grow up and just want your childhood back or sum like that.

ANYWAYS——

I need fics or something of himbo babysitter Jayce and posh lil dipshit kid caitlyn getting into ludicrous shit and having wild adventures as he takes care of her growing up.

Idc if it’s in the cannon universe or whatever, but people sleep on their friendship too much cuz that’s literally annoying big brother and spoiled little sister right there ESPECIALLY considering their big ass age gap like cmon people make use of that.

I’ve seen someone (bless their heart cuz it was amazing) make fanart on like Jayce being sponsored by the Kirammans but he’s literally being treated like caitlyns babysitter where he has to mind her all the time and he takes her to his lectures and deals with common child sass and questioning from her and it’s the funniest most heartwarming shit ever and I love it. He literally gets a reputation as “the kirammans dog” or something like that and that shit fits like a glove, I love u person who made this 🫶🫶🫶

But like YALL FEEL ME!!! Like give it to me racheallllllll

Like just imagine

Jayce trying to be responsible and all and he’s so tired of caitlyns constant yappatry and caitlyn always tryna get him to show her the world or take her out to places since she’s stuck at home all the time

Caitlyn just being her brutally honest self (cuz let’s be so fr that girl needs a filter sometimes especially in s1 😭😭 “you don’t have parents” - caitlyn babes stfu) and roasting the living shit out of Jayce even unintentionally

Imagine Jayce being partners with Viktor working on whatever hextech project and caitlyn being all like “you going to see your boyfriend today too?” Or “can I come too?” and her getting along with Viktor but also behind Jayce’s back being defensive of him like “you better not hurt my brothers feelings or ur dead meat” type shit

Also imagine wholesome stuff like in a modern au where Jayce is the first person caitlyn comes out to and it’s super sweet yk

Even better if it’s teen caitvi or just caitlyn having a crush on a girl at her like private school or whatever and she rants to Jayce about it and asks for advice but he has no knowledge at that point about relationships cuz he’s a mad scientist stuck in his lab all day so he gives horrendous advice 😭

Her forcing him to take showers cuz he’s stinks and dragging him out his lab to photosynthesis or acc interact with another person for the first time in weeks (basically making him touch grass)

Caitlyns ass always getting into other peoples business and Jayce dragging her away

Caitlyn going on adventures investigating shit like she’s Sherlock Holmes’s and she drags Jayce with her (he follows her to make sure she’s safe but then gets really into it)

Tooth gap siblings

When Jayce pisses caitlyn off in public she’ll go out screaming “HES KIDNAPPING ME”

Caitlyn has her own little corner in jayces lab with her investigation poster board that only she really understands and Jayce doesn’t let anyone else touch it

Jayce: What friends have you got don’t say me

Cait: You! Well what friends have you got? don’t say me

Jayce : You!

Cait: Well neither of us have friends

This whole shabam 👆

I have a lot more in mind but yall get the vibes I’m tryna put out right?

Also I need whole plot lines for crazy babysitter stories like them movies above cuz interactions alone ain’t doing it. I need them to get into DEEP shit and try to get out only just barely scraping that edge out. Also I need baby caitlyn being jayces wingwoman for either Mel or Viktor or hell anyone and Jayce being caits girl crush confidante

Pls to them fic writers out there and artist make my dreams come thru or ima have to pull thru 🙏

[eueuphoriaz]

So, I discovered this in my phone while I was doing my annual archiving. It was a clip from the After Party last year and this one is between Levi and Hange.

I didnt think much when I first listened to it, or even when I recorded it down. But today, after listening to it again, I realised, there is a very very subtle hint about their relationship.

1) Hange is talking to Levi about his situation, not talking about Levi and his Zeke squad. The 2 of them really have this bubble between them where they just exist with the other.

Just some random moments which reminds us that Levi is always Hange's most attentive listener (Remember when Oluo told Eren to shut up in Season 1?)

2) So Levi then snap Hange out of her rambling because she is empathising the feelings that Levi had to go through...to have no options but to kill his own squad....

"....it's beyond cruel...." 😢

Or maybe Levi woke up because Hange is mumbling and he has to be the listener and be there for her? 🤔

3) Anyway, I loved how Levi tried to get Hange to think logically and not get to stuck with Sannes' words aka her sense of responsibilities. Although he feels the same, he said he try not to think about it. So this tells me that whatever I am going to conclude about Hange later, also applies to him.

Now, does Levi mean that he forgot about the torture bonding time? No, because he said if he could. But I think that he is trying to tell Hange not to think about what is not helpful to her, especially for the present situation.

Just try not to think about it, like I do.

I think that Levi is trying to help Hange to differentiate between duty and responsibility because these 2 are very different to begin with.

When Sannes, or Hange, or even Nick, felt that it is their responsibility to protect the king, save humanity or keep the Wall's secret, they then faced with that role/ turn that Sannes talked about. But Levi has a duty to kill the Beast, to give meaning to the deaths of the Scouts who had been conned to die, stop the Rumbling, fulfil his promise. A task that he just has to complete, and not feel that he is responsible for it in anyway. Which is why I think he tried to tell Hange to lessen the burden of responsibility, and focus on her duty instead.

And we do hear her tell Jean in 127, that she is still the Commander and she has her duty. But of course, she still struggles with the responsibility part, even up until 132.

4) Now, the last part is where I had a new realisation about their whole interaction here. (Of course Levihan lens in on👓)

I think this is where the very conflicting moment shows for both Levi and Hange.

"We chose to be soldiers, and we chose to push on"

Now, suppose they make the other choice, there wont be any need to fill the role that Sannes talk about. And that alternative choice was really, giving up their duty, or not and live out their lives together in the forest.

And like Hange said, both of them had chosen the path to take.

5) Levi then kept quiet while Hange continued about the roles and turns. I feel so sad here as Hange conclude that when their turn comes, they would need to sacrifice things that they hold dear.

Now, just rewind the clip back and you will notice that Hange had always talked about "the 2 of them".

And I feel that this moment, kind of explains why the 2 of them cannot look at the other in the eye after that.

They understood who they had held dear to them, and the other party also knew.

6) So, what else could be "dear" besides Levi? Definitely not her life because Moblit has always scolded her for risking her life.

For Hange to feel the conflict of sacrificing what she held dear, because of her choice, I think Levi must have understood too. Because their parting words...

"You would understand, Levi..."

And Levi's duty to kill the Beast means he had to sacrifice what he held dear to as well.

7) So in a way, Sannes' words was really for both Hange and Levi, although he said it to Hange directly. But the choice they both made, meant that when the time or turn come, there had to be a sacrifice made.

And thats why Hange did not let Levi speak first. She kind of have forced him to make that "sacrifice". And she took responsibility for that choice he made, likely, to lessen his regret.

** ok, I added that last sentence myself because I cant get my Levihan lens out. 😭😭😭😭

[theemissuniverse]

“WIND AND FIRE” BELLAMY BLAKE X SASSY SUNSHINE FEMALE READER! PART 1

SUMMARY : In order to get the wristband from you, Bellamy is forced (not really) to take you out on a date.

A/N : it has been a minute Ik and Ik this isn’t video game stuff buttttttt this was what I was in the mood for

WARNINGS : reader has an abusive bf (bellamy handles it)

Being part of the 100 that was sent to the ground at first made you believe it was the worst mistake of your life. The reason you were even on the damn ship to begin with was because you stole medical supplies in order to help your father. Your father ended up dying anyways and because of this, you were sent to the ground.

You were the youngest doctor there and practically the smartest. So the council was sad to hear about your “departure.” You were also already eighteen and should’ve been sentenced to death but they tried to push it back because of how great of a doctor you actually were. Being a good doctor mattered more than your crime to the council.

You tried to look at the positive side all the time but now you were on the ground with god knows what and surrounded by idiots that worshipped Bellamy Blake.

Before being on the ground, you had an interaction with Bellamy. It was the night of your eighteenth birthday and at the time, Bellamy was a guard at your birthday party.

PAST

To be honest, everyone loved you. You were the best doctor with also having the kindest aura a person could have. So of course, the council helped celebrate you.

Unfortunately it wasn’t the best birthday for you. You were constantly getting into arguments with your boyfriend Luke at the time and it was making you feel down.

Luke was a pretty boy but that didn’t mean he wasn’t deadly. His threats became more and he actually started hitting you as a result.

You just wanted to be loved. Your dad was dying from something you couldn’t solve and Raven, your best friend, was always around her boyfriend Finn who you couldn’t stand so you felt like you had no choice. You had to give in.

“What is all this? I don’t want to be here.” Luke complained.

“I didn’t expect them to do all this. I’m sorry. How about we just grab some cake and then leave?” You tried with him.

Luke wasn’t trying to hear that. He grabbed your arm roughly and brought you into his chest. You let out a sharp gasp at the pain. “I don’t care if this is your birthday. We’re not just going to do what you want to do.”

You tried to pull away from him but you weren’t strong enough. “Luke, stop. You’re hurting me.”

“Everyone is always celebrating you and your accomplishments. I’m sick of it.”

What you didn’t know was Bellamy was watching the whole thing from afar. Growing up with a mother and raising his little sister, he couldn’t imagine a man doing what he was doing right now.

He couldn’t mind his business on something like that.

Still, he was cautious. He walked over to the two of you, steadily. “Everything alright?”

The question immediately brought Luke out of it. Especially at the amount of authority in Bellamy’s voice. He looked over and was already intimidated. Not only was Bellamy taller than him but he was bigger than him and he had a gun at his waist.

Still, Luke tried to play strong. “Stay out of it. This is my girlfriend. Not yours.”

You were worried knowing your boyfriend’s temper. Bellamy didn’t show much of a reaction. He looked between you and him before responding. “Me personally, I wouldn’t treat my girlfriend like that.”

It insulted him. Luke started to walk towards him while you grabbed onto his arm, begging him to stop. “You want to go? I’m not scared of you.”

Bellamy, again, showed no reaction. He looked at you. You were pleading for him to not cause a scene. He couldn’t understand how you could care about him so much. Especially after what he just witnessed. He looked back at Luke, more so a warning. “Get the hell out of my face. Trust me, I’m not in the mood today.”

Again, his voice was strong. Luke’s wasn’t. Luke just pulled himself out of your arms and walked away. You sighed, not even bothering to follow him.

You mumbled a quick, “I’m sorry” and felt at the wrist he was hurting.

Bellamy didn’t acknowledge the sorry as you had nothing to be sorry for. He gently grabbed your wrist and looked at it to see the damage. Either you were fragile or Luke was strong because there was already a bruise starting to form.

You felt Bellamy’s fingertips rub gently at your skin as a way to massage the hurt area. You didn’t know what to think. No man besides your father had showed you this much kindness before.

“You need to break up with him.” Bellamy told you bluntly.

You sort of knew Bellamy growing up but never had a one on one interaction. You also knew he was the type to say what was on his mind which was the reason why you were scared for your boyfriend. Bellamy always meant what he said and didn’t ever play about it.

The truth was you’ve been wanting to break up with Luke but you were scared, terrified how he would react. “It’s not that simple.”

“You don’t have to worry about him.”

The way Bellamy said it, it felt real. Like he would take care of it but you didn’t want to drag him into your world.

You took your wrist away from him and shook your head. “You have enough on your plate. You shouldn’t get involved.”

When you mentioned that, he was curious on what you meant. You were the only doctor that knew his mother had a second child. He figured it out. “You know about O?”

You nodded. “Your mom needed help and my dad and I are the only ones that’s willing to help someone and take a risk like that. Tell her I said hi.”

You went to walk away but Bellamy grabbed your wrist, the one that wasn’t damaged and made you stop in your tracks. “Why did it take you this long to say it?”

Again, you had known Bellamy for years but the two of you were never close. Just a mutual understanding of one’s existence. “Because I don’t need any credit for what I did.” You told him truthfully. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I want to go eat cake.”

Bellamy stared at you like it was his first time ever seeing you. He knew about how good of a heart you had but he never knew it extended to this.

He slowly let your arm go and you walked away. He made it his mission now to help you in any way he could.

PRESENT

You weren’t really surprised at how Bellamy was acting as he had always been a little bit of an asshole but you were wondering why he was so keen on trying to take all the wristbands.

You were in your tent, writing down your bucket list. It was all the things you wanted to do since you landed on the ground. A lot of them were small, stupid things but the other ones meant something to you.

You heard the tent open and you knew it was only one person that would disrespect your privacy like that without a care. “Nice to see you too, Bellamy.” You said without even looking at him.

Bellamy ignored you. “You fixed Jasper.” He stated bluntly.

“I’m aware of what I’ve done.”

Ever since that night, you and Bellamy have always had a back and forth dialogue and he was the only one you would do it with.

“That means we need you. Unfortunately.” You rolled your eyes at the last part but let him continue speaking. “But you’re one of the only people that haven’t taken the stupid wristband off.”

You chuckled. You should’ve known Bellamy was going to press you about it eventually. “What are you going to do? Jump me like you did to Wells?”

He didn’t like that statement. The two of you were far from best friends but he would never hurt you like that. He saw you were writing on your bed and he snatched the paper from you. “Hey!”

Bellamy started to read your list out loud. “Number 1, learn how to swim. Number 2, do something dangerous. Number 3, get a boyfriend?” He couldn’t help but laugh at the last one and you snatched your list from him.

“Or girlfriend. I’m still deciding.”

“Yeah, the grounders seem real romantic.” Bellamy said sarcastically.

You shrugged and went back to writing. “You never know. You read the story of Beauty and the Beast. And no. I’m not taking the wristband off.”

“Why?” Bellamy questioned. “It’s not like you have people up there waiting to see if you’re still alive.”

Even though your father was dead, you still had Raven so the statement wasn’t true. “Tell me why you want us all to take it off and I’ll think about it. And don’t go on about how we can do whatever the hell we want because I know you got fired as a guard and I know you’re not supposed to have a gun so you obviously did something that you weren’t supposed to in order to get on the ship which I presume you got on because of your sister.” When you saw his expression, you smirked. “Did I hit it right on the nose?”

Bellamy wasn’t going to tell you. He trusted you to keep a secret, yes but he didn’t want you to judge him. You were the only person left that didn’t see him the way everyone else saw him and he wanted to keep it that way. “Not happening.”

You shook your head at him but weren’t really surprised he didn’t tell you. “Fine. Then I want number 77.” You said, handing him the list.

Bellamy took your list and looked at it for a moment. Then his eyes widened. “Go on a romantic date?”

“I need to prep how to be on a real date eventually and unfortunately you are the only candidate that I won’t end up vomiting with.”

Bellamy stared at the piece of paper before looking back up at you. “What? Luke never took you out on a date?”

You snatched the paper at the mention of Luke before turning around to place it on your desk. “You know he didn’t.”

It wasn’t the worst thing. Bellamy did already like you as a person as sassy as you were. He figured it wouldn’t be that bad being around you for one night. “Fine.”

You were surprised how fast he agreed. “Really?”

“Be ready when it gets dark.” Is all he says before walking out. You shook your head and looked back at your list.

You were really going on a date with Bellamy Blake.

It was night time but before you went to go on your date, you decided to check on Jasper. At first people didn’t like the fact you saved Jasper but after he started to heal and not scream in pain, they seemed okay with it.

Jasper was lying down in the drop ship sleeping. You bent down to his level and touched his forehead to make sure it wasn’t hot. It was still at its cool temperature.

He started to stir out of his sleep and when he did, he look up at you smiling. “Hey, doc.”

You smiled back down to him. Jasper was always funny to you and brought an energy that made you feel safe. “Feel any better?”

“Much better. Just tired.”

“That’s expected. Try to get as much sleep as you can.”

“Don’t got to tell me twice.” Jasper looked behind you to see Bellamy standing there. “Hey. What are you doing here?”

You turned around to see Bellamy and he actually looked good, despite being on the ground. He wore a black leather jacket with a dark blue shirt that hugged on the muscles on his chest. His jeans were black and his hair was more curly than usual. Like he had actually tried to do something to it.

Did he actually try for you?

“I need to talk to you.” Bellamy said to him. He walked in further then saw what you were wearing. A short sleeve blue top with black leggings and black sneakers that surprisingly weren’t all dirty from being on the ground. He stared at you for a moment. You almost thought he was checking you out until he spoke. “It’s cold.”

You shrugged your shoulders at his statement. “I don’t have a jacket.”

Without another word, Bellamy took his jacket off and placed it on top of your shoulders for you to wear. You grabbed it so it wouldn’t fall. “Get out. I need to talk to Jasper. Wait by the gate for me.”

Bellamy always did have a problem with the way he said things and it made you roll your eyes. “Don’t bother my patient, Blake.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, princess.”

The nickname always did irritate you mainly because you never thought of yourself as acting like a princess.

Nevertheless, you stepped off the drop ship and proceeded to wait for him by the gate.

It took about five minutes for Bellamy to come to you. You were confused. What would make Bellamy decide to suddenly have a conversation with Jasper? “What did you two talk about?”

“The story of the brave princess who couldn’t mind her business.” Bellamy stated while hurriedly putting something in his pocket.

Your eyes darted to the pocket and you wanted to question him further but realized you weren’t going to get anywhere with it.

Wells walked up to the two of you. A little bit judgmental. “Hey. Where you two going?”

“On a date.” Bellamy said bluntly which made you hit him in his chest. You didn’t want people to know you were going out with him but he didn’t seem to care.

“Oh?”

“Tell your girlfriend to hold down the fort while I’m gone.” Bellamy said, speaking of Clarke before opening the gate. He took your hand and made you follow him outside.

The two of you had been walking in silence for at least three minutes. You noticed that Bellamy was still holding your hand. “You’re still holding my hand.”

Bellamy didn’t seem to care. “That’s what people do when they go on a date.”

“Oh.” Silence came about again and Bellamy still took your hand in the direction, walking. “Where are we going?”

“A place.”

“Don’t be a smartass.”

Bellamy chuckled. He stopped in his tracks. He lets go of your hand and goes to the thing in the ground. He opens the door and there it’s a place for you two to go in. Your eyes widen at this discovery.

“After you.”

You curiously took steps towards the place. Then looked down inside cautiously.

Bellamy looked slightly annoyed. “You look like you don’t trust me?”

“The guy that wants to take my wristband so bad? Yeah. A little sketchy.”

“Just get in.”

You placed yourself on the ladder and climbed down to the entrance. There you saw a whole set up. There was a couch with torches as lighting. There were snacks on the table and the atmosphere just felt right for a strange place.

Bellamy followed after you, shutting the door behind him. Once he was in, he looked at you to see your reaction but your face was unrecognizable. “What?”

“All this for a wristband?”

“Yup.” He said but something about the way he said it made you think otherwise.

He sat down on the couch and you followed him. You never been this close to Bellamy before and the way he smelled was both manly and enticing.

Bellamy grabbed a bag of chips and started to open them when he noticed your facial expression. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You didn’t want to tell him you actually thought him trying was romantic so instead you change subjects. “Are you really not gonna tell me why you want the wristbands so much?”

His face falters and he ends up rolling his eyes with chips in his mouth. “Are you still on that?”

You grabbed the chips out of the bag and ate them yourself. “What did you do that’s making you do all of this? What’s so bad? I mean I know we’re not best friends but I’d thought that after you found out I knew about Octavia that you would trust me just a little bit.”

“I do trust you.” He said a little too fast.

You looked confused. “Then what is it?” Silence emptied the room and it was then you realized why he wouldn’t tell you. “You don’t want me to think of you differently do you?” Still silence and it only confirmed what was an inside presumption to an outside fact.

You continued to eat the chips. You didn’t want to press further and ruin the night.

“So why did you want me to take you out?” Bellamy asked.

“I already told you.”

“No, you told me some bullshit you’d thought I’d believe. Come on. There’s plenty of charming guys in there. There’s Murphy-“

“Immediately stop right there before I kill myself.” You said and it made him laugh. The truth was that you just respected Bellamy, despite him being an ass sometimes and you trusted him more than anyone to take you out. “Why did you agree? It can’t just be because of a wristband.”

“Any guy would.” Bellamy said truthfully before taking the chips out of your hand and eating some.

With that, you raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“You know how many men you disappointed on The Ark when they found out you were dating Luke?”

There was no way men actually wanted to be with you other than Luke. You couldn’t believe it. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not. Unfortunately.”

You held back your eye roll at the end and grabbed the chip that was in his hand. “Why didn’t guys come up to me then?”

Bellamy grabbed his chip back and ate it before continuing. “You’re the youngest doctor on The Ark with an IQ surpassing all the adults. They were intimidated. Most men don’t like dating women that are better than them.”

It made you feel better about yourself but also in a way upset. You put up with Luke for a long time just for other men to be attracted to you? “What about you? You seem to be one of those men.” You said cocky.

Bellamy chuckled, smiling. “You’re pretty. That’s all you got.” He grabbed the water bottle on the table and drunk some it before responding. “I could never date you. You’d make me pull my hair out.”

You nodded at his over dramatics. “You do have pretty hair.”

Bellamy kept his smile on his face. “Remind me why you settled for Luke again?”

You sighed at the mention of his name. “Can we not?”

“At least tell me he stayed away from you.”

“Actually. Yeah. It was weird. Right after my party he had came to me and hurriedly dumped me. Didn’t say why but did. It was like he was scared. I don’t know. It was probably his mom that made him.”

Bellamy nodded at what you said feeling content. “Good.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out the item you were eyeing at earlier.

He set it on the table and pressed a button. It was an MP3 player. A song started to play.

A drop in the ocean

A change in the weather

I was praying that you and me might end up together

Bellamy stood up and held out his hand. You looked at the table and put together that it was Jaspers and that’s why he wanted to talk to him.

You then looked at his hand that was held out. “What are you doing?”

It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert

But I'm holding you closer than most cause you are my heaven

“Asking you to dance.” You still didn’t move but Bellamy wasn’t backing down. “You know most women would jump at the opportunity.”

You ignored his cockiness because well, you started to get nervous. “I don’t know how to dance.”

I don't wanna waste the weekend

If you don't love me pretend

A few more hours then it's time to go

Bellamy took your hand and forced you to stand on your feet. He brought you to the center of the room so the two of you would have more room. “It’s not hard.”

You scoffed. “Easy for you to say. You took every girl on The Ark to some dance.” You said bitterly.

Bellamy laughed at this. He started to sway at the music and you tried to follow his lead the best you could. “Someone’s bitter. Did you want me to take you out?”

“Shut up, Blake.”

As my train rolls down the east coast I wonder how you keep warm

It's too late to cry

Too broken to move on

Bellamy spun you around and held you close to his chest, your back facing him. His left hand was on your waist while his right arm hugged you.

Despite the temperature outside, Bellamy felt warm and safe. His lips go to your ear and he whispered, “Is that why you didn’t want to dance with me? Am I making you nervous?”

And still I can't let you be

“I’m not nervous.” You tried to state bold but the truth was, you were.

Most nights I hardly sleep

“I can feel your heart racing right now. Don’t tell me you really wanted me to take you because you like me.”

Don't take what you don't need from me

He spun you back around to where you were facing him. “Bellamy, may I remind you we are out here alone with no witnesses? Don’t piss me off.”

Bellamy snickered at what you said but didn’t miss a beat dancing with you. You were usually used to his annoyingly way to try and charm you but tonight it was really getting to you.

A drop in the ocean

A change in the weather

I was praying that you and me might end up together

Bellamy felt you about to fall and he immediately caught you. The two of you laughed a little and to prevent you from falling, he brought you closer in his arms. You two were practically chest to chest.

It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert

But I'm holding you closer than most cause you are my heaven

Usually Bellamy wouldn’t get so bothered. He was used to it. The back and forth between the two of you. Him even slightly teasing you from time to time but tonight was different.

He was trying to convince himself that the reason he agreed to this was all for the wristband but the truth was, Bellamy was just like those men on The Ark. He found you beautiful, intriguing and a breath of fresh air but the reason he never approached you wasn’t because of intimidation. It was because he didn’t think he deserved someone as great as you.

Misplaced trust and old friends

Never counting regrets

By the grace of God I do not rest at all

The room was silent and he was glad it was. He could appreciate all your features and look in your eyes with love without judgment.

There hadn’t been more of a time he wanted to kiss you so bad. He wanted to grab you by the hips and lay the sloppiest, most passionate kiss on your lips. He wanted to lay you on the couch and make you feel good. Better than what Luke ever made you feel.

But he couldn’t. He had to remind himself that he was a horrible person. That he couldn’t get past the thing that he did and you would never forgive him for it once you found out. How he got on the ground in the first place.

New England as the leaves change

The last excuse that I'll claim

I was a boy who loved a woman like a little girl

The way Bellamy looked at you looked like he loved you from the very beginning and you couldn’t handle it. You looked away from him and pulled a little bit away from him so you weren’t so close.

And still I can't let you be

Bellamy gently took your chin and forced you to look back him, not stopping to dance with you. “Don’t do that.”

It practically made your heart stop with how much authority he had in his voice. “I’m starting to get why you’ve had so many girlfriends.” You bluntly said.

Most nights I hardly sleep

He laughed at the statement and pulled you back close to his embrace. “I didn’t have that many girlfriends.”

“Right. Just that every girl on The Ark wanted you.”

Don't take what you don't need from me

“I’d rather not talk about other women.” He said sincerely.

A drop in the ocean

A change in the weather

I was praying that you and me might end up together

You couldn’t wrap your head around any of this. Suddenly Bellamy Blake was the biggest romantic with you? It just didn’t seem real.

He was handsome and he did have a charming personality. Despite him sometimes being an ass, you knew he was raised as a gentleman and that part of him enticed you.

You just didn’t know if a girl like you and a guy like Bellamy Blake would work.

It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert

But I'm holding you closer than most cause you are my

Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore

No, no

Heaven doesn't seem far away

Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore

No, no

Heaven doesn't seem far away

Oh, oh

A drop in the ocean

A change in the weather

I was praying that you and me might end up together

It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert

But I'm holding you closer than most cause you are my heaven

Bellamy dipped you at the ending, still looking in your eyes. Time had felt like it had stopped. You’d thought that after the dance the feeling would go away but it didn’t.

He still looked at you like he had loved you forever and it terrified you.

He slowly brought you up to your feet, still holding you. Your foreheads were pressed against each other and the two of you just stood there, being in one’s embrace.

You realized the feeling and came up with the conclusion that you shouldn’t feel this way. He was Bellamy Blake. Not that you thought he was a bad person but he was the one person in the world that stuck beside you no questions asked and you couldn’t ruin it over the feelings you were feeling.

“It’s getting really dark. We should get going.” You said pulling away from him.

Bellamy fought the urge to pull you back and kiss you. He wanted to be selfish with you. Just this once.

But he fought against it.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

You’d thought the walk back would be awkward but it wasn’t. It was like after tonight the two of you understood each other more.

Bellamy forced (not really forced) holding your hand as he guided you back to the camp. The air felt more at peace believe it or not.

Murphy saw the two of you and opened the gates for you. “Welcome back, love birds.” Bellamy gave Murphy a warning glare and it was enough for him to put his hands up in defense.

“Where’s my sister?” Bellamy asked, still not breaking from holding your hand.

“In the drop ship with Jasper.”

He nodded and walked in the camp. He walked you all the way to your tent where you went inside and pulled away from him. “Did you have fun?”

The question made you smile. “I did. Surprisingly.”

“Don’t be so so surprised. You know I’m fun.”

“Sure.” You teased. You took the jacket off of you. Then tried to hand it to him. “Here.”

Bellamy shook his head. “Keep it. You can wear it for the next guy you drag on a date.” You rolled your eyes playfully at him. “Be honest. Why did you want me to take you out on a date.”

After tonight, you felt you owed him some honesty. “Because I wanted my first ever date to live up to my expectations unlike my first ever boyfriend. I knew you would live up to those expectations.”

You saw the surprise look on Bellamy’s face but he quickly nodded to mask it. “Okay. Goodnight.”

He turned to walk away. You looked at the wristband and then back at him. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Bellamy turned back to you. Then took some steps to you smirking. “What? You want to end it with a kiss?”

You ignored the statement and just showed your wrist off. “The wristband?”

Bellamy looked at your wristband and it clicked. He completely forgot about it. The whole reason he did this in the first place.

He took out his knife and gently grabbed your hand. He then tried his best not to hurt you getting the wristband off.

Once he finally unlatched it, he placed the knife and wristband back in his pocket.

The two of you looked back at each other in the eyes. He really forgot about the wristband? That alone made you want to kiss him.

“Goodnight, princess.” He said to you before walking out your tent.

PAST

If it was one thing Bellamy couldn’t stand for it was abuse towards women. It was obvious Luke was doing something to you.

And he didn’t think he could keep it together.

Scratch that, he wouldn’t keep it together.

Bellamy was known for sticking his nose in business that wasn’t his when it came to unfairness and loyalty and well, you had showed him both that.

You protected his family so he had to protect you in some way.

With Bellamy being a guard, it was easy for him to find out where exactly Luke stayed and when he did, he waited for Luke to come.

Bellamy sat on his bed, reading one of the books he read to Octavia when she was younger when he finally heard the bedroom door open.

“Holy shit dude!” That’s when Luke paused. “Bellamy? What the hell are you doing here?”

Bellamy closed the book and got up from the bed. “I’m gonna need you to break up with (Y/N).”

Luke scoffed at this. “Why? Why do you care? Listen I get it, you want to fuck her. I mean she looks good. But I’m first okay. Whatever you want to do with her is up to you after that point.”

Bellamy took in a deep breath, not wishing it would have to come down to this. “So you’re really gonna make me do this?”

“Do what?”

Bellamy instantly punched Luke in his jaw. Luke fell to the ground. His mouth was gushing. He didn’t even let Luke process it. He went back a second time and got him in the nose.

Luke’s head flung back and hit the floor. Bellamy punched him again and again. Until he felt the message was heard.

He grabbed the hem of his shirt and slammed Luke into the wall. Luke’s face was bloody and he was spitting up blood. “I’m going to say this one time and one time only; stay the fuck away from her. If I hear you’re still with her, if I even see you look in her direction, next time I’m going to break in and beat you and your dad just for your existence because she doesn’t deserve whatever your shit is. Do you understand?” When Luke didn’t respond, he slammed him again in the wall. “Do. You. Understand?”

Luke gasped for air before nodding. “Yes. I’ll stay away from her. I’m sorry.”

“Good.”

Bellamy pulled away from him. Luke lost his balance and fell down to the ground. It made him shake his head and he walked out of the room.

He hoped Luke would follow through. He would hate have to come back and follow his word.

Nah. He really wouldn’t hate it.

[deman1313]

I love this so friking much-

Gonna add onto this:

Not only is this a much more interesting story for Eri but a much sadder one.

Her not realizing she is being abused and wanting said abusers back when she is saved hits so hard and is so so much sadder to me. As someone who was abused by their parents as a child and not realizing it until adulthood it hits way to hard

I feel like you can also connect to her more as a character, she becomes more sympathetic this way. Not saying that her canon backstory is not sad and horrifying but this gives her character more complexity

Its pretty much canon that pops was an awful if not abusive father to both Eri’s mom AND Kai. Meaning that even if he treated her ”well” growing up in the Yazuka will fuck up a child’s mind. Even if he was not abusive to Eri per say he would still be an awful parent to her

Its also heavily implied that Chisaki was projecting his own awful childhood onto Eri and here it’s no diffrent. I can absolutly see Chisaki saying the same things to Eri that Pops & AfO said to him as a child

I think this also helps with her flatness as a character like you mentioned. She is not only really boring as a character but also show 0 traits of a tramutized child. Sure, not everyone has the same symptoms of trauma and everyone acts diffrent. But Eri’s ONLY symptoms is being numb to emotions & not being able to smile, which she gets over the next episode anyways

With this backstory her character feels more complete and she becomes an acual character

Her quirk is also more used(?) here. It becomes a part of her and not just something she is forced to control for others. She is still a kid and unstable with her quirk but she has at least some knowledge on it. Adding into the fact that she is used as a tool by the heros for her quirk in canon makes her ”bad” reaction even more heartbreaking

She is so afraid of being controlled for her quirk that she never realizes that she already is by Chisaki. Her being ”bad” and the heros loving and understanding her anyways is also much sweeter. The lesson of ”every kid deserves to be saved” really gets across here

I still like canon Eri of course, but her character is bearly there for me

That’s the end of my rant

So I was thinking about that anon ask about Eri and the more I ponder it, the more I kind of vibe with villain(ish)!Eri.

Imagine an Eri who wasn't mistreated by Overhaul. Whose life improved once she was taken in by her grandfather. She gets everything she wants and is spoiled rotten by both her grandfather and Chisaki. Maybe she buys into Overhaul's ideals, it was her quirk that killed her father and made her mother resent her, after all. She's manipulated into helping him instead of being outright forced, rewarded with his affection.

(Chisaki tells her that her grandfather is sick, and she believes him without question)

Then Izuku, Mirio, and the heroes come and ruin it all. She doesn't want their help, but they defeat Overhaul and she's given to UA. And she hates it there. She tries to run away, acts out, and pitches a fit every chance she gets. She warms up to Izuku and Mirio because they take the time to get to know her, value her opinion, and don't try to police her behavior. But she absolutely hates being in Aizawa's custody, especially because he can shut off her quirk. She constantly tests Aizawa's patience.

She wants to go home and be with her "Papa" and "Uncle Kai." But then learns that Chisaki hurt her grandfather because he protested against using her for his experiments. And it changes her entire outlook. How could her beloved uncle hurt her grandfather? Kai would never hurt family, he always said that!

Now Eri isn't just angry, she's devastated. She's sad and confused and in pain in a way she doesn't understand. She becomes so subdued that UA (in their infinite wisdom) stop watching her as closely. Big mistake. She runs off, and this time no one's there to stop her.

Only to get picked up by the MLA. They've been watching her since she was taken in by the Yakuza, but they aren't exactly sure what her quirk is. All they know is that it's powerful and want to use it to their advantage. So they try to interrogate her to no avail (Eri, as the granddaughter of a Yakuza boss, has seen real interrogations and is thoroughly unimpressed). They try to coerce her into joining them willingly, which triggers a mental breakdown because it's so similar to how Kai convinced her to help him.

Everyone only wants her for her power. Everyone except-

Izuku and Mirio (without a quirk like a boss) rescue her and it's here that they earn her admiration and adoration. Because she treated them horribly, but they still saved her. They still cared for her. Not for her power, but because she was important to them.

I like Eri in canon fine, but I won't refute that she's one-dimensional. I think something like this would have been really interesting. It not only makes her more layered as a character, it also drives home that every kid is worth saving, not only the sweet, innocent victims. Very good chance for parallels with the LOV.

(But I'm actually glad Horikoshi didn't do this. Girls in anime with complexity aren't treated well, just look at Gabi. Eri would have gotten a lot of hate for being "annoying" or whatever)

I'm thinking of incorporating it into the rewrite somehow.

[acesammy]

what constitutes being a monster in spn is so deeply interesting bc so much of the show is used to argue that monstrosity is not about what you are but what you do. And that you can always be a better person, your monstrous traits aren’t necessarily actually monstrous.

but as the show goes on we learn that this is only true if dean deems you human. So sams monstrous traits must be buried deep and thrown out in order for him to be good. Sams monstrous friends are inherently evil bc dean says so. Deans monstrous friends are fine though, of course.

I’m just eternally wishing for a version of this show where sams abilities are so deeply ingrained in him that he can’t ever get rid of them. And he’s allowed to be a hero regardless. Give me a season 5 where sams eyes randomly go yellow. Or he has to deal with demon traps or he needs to control his emotions bc anger from him can be literally explosive, but regardless of all of this he still shows dean more compassion than dean ever leant to him in season 4. And regardless of all this he still beats the devil.

[arcanegifs]

[cecoeur]

it's hell on earth to be heavenly them's the breaks, they don't come gently

[pokimoko]

haunting the narrative -> haunted by the narrative -> haunting the narrative -> haunted by

[turtleblogatlast]

Small but significant character moments that I actually really adore are from both the times we see the boys as tots. There is a reoccurrence that happens in both of them that I find so incredibly interesting.

For the turtle tot short, Splinter leaves the boys with weapons. In the short, Raph is the one who suggests they do “what Lou Jitsu would do” and Leo is the one who takes point when Splinter comes back to reprimand them. Leo, in taking point, is the one to defend them and get Splinter off their tails.

And then, in the flashback regarding the Kuroi Yōroi helmet, Raph is the one who grabs and throws “Skully” as a way to replace their missing ball which breaks it into pieces, but Leo is the one who speaks for the group and rushes into action to fix the teapot.

I love this for multiple reasons, but the biggest are how it shows that Raph has always been inclined toward the bold and fun and making the plans to include his brothers in what he loves and believes they’d love, whereas Leo has always been inclined to be the “Face” of the group and shoulder the attention even if it’s potentially negative all while coming up with on the spot attempts to fix the situation.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

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saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

While Edwin’s more than a bit stand-offish and definitely not the most tactful, I never did get the sense that he doesn’t like people - in fact, I think his insistence that he’s “not good with people” and his general emotional detachment/disinterest has a lot more to do with his assumption that they don’t or won’t like him.

And while that’s very sad to think about… it’s not as if his belief here is hard to understand, considering his past experiences. But it’s left him quite guarded and lonely, and of course, the more he isolates himself from people other than Charles (and even here, he allows himself little vulnerability), the more he reinforces this fear that people won’t like him, and the less he allows himself to properly sympathize or empathize with others, which is why his friendships with Crystal and Niko and Monty (short-lived as that was) are so important. Once he started to let some of those walls down, to not be so scared of vulnerability and to be around people who allow themselves to feel and want so readily (to live! who allow themselves to live without fear of loving!), he’s really not nearly as bad with people as he seems to think he is - and, in fact, he’s actually quite good at saying or doing the right thing for them when it really counts.

[vaguely-concerned]

walking through lucanis' mind prison. the tam lin of it all

[doverstar]

actually I love Tentoo and he is the Doctor and it was the only ending for Rose that worked and it is a huge gift to be able to have the man she loves grow old with her, they were always heading for that, y'all be quiet. I 100% understand the angst but it's okay, they're okay, good ending-

[undead-moth]

I know I've been on about this for a while now and I'm being a hater but you're telling me SydCarmy was "always meant to be platonic" even though there are two seasons of writing making use of tried-and-true explicitly romantic tropes, themes and writing signals, and SydLuca is going to be romantic because...he was nice to her on screen for a few minutes?

I don't even care if people ship SydLuca, or if they just prefer it, but you can't honestly tell me that you believe Carmy was always meant to be a friend but Luca is an obvious love interest.

Just because Syd and Carmy haven't kissed or confessed their love to each other doesn't mean that isn't very obviously the direction this show is going. The Bear has already shown you who is endgame. It has shown you every episode of the show so far.

Honestly I really don't think The Bear fanbase understands this show or cares about these characters or the story being told here, which is unfortunate because this show is shockingly well-written in comparison to most shows right now, and we should be so grateful for it but all we're doing is complaining that the writers led us on by not making a ship canon fast enough. It's just. Sad.