#concern obvs but anger? worry? all of it?

[trashlie]

man you know what is NUTS about this whole Christmas party/Minhyuk’s party arc?

SHINAE STILL DOESN’T KNOW ABOUT NOL JUMPING OFF THE BALCONY INTO THE POOL LMAO 

like arguably obviously the fall to the glass floor and ending up in the hospital is a much bigger issue lol but she doesn’t even know what insane stunt he pulled?! aljkfkjafkjfajkaf lmao GOD

[rafecameronssl4t]

Officially your bitch || Rafe Cameron x Thornton!reader

Summary: basically what happened in s1 ep 2 when Sarah is getting a teddy from the boat with Rafe, Kelce, and Topper watching but obvs slightly different. (you being the one faking being hurt)

Warnings: swearing, mention of gun,

Word count: 977

A/n: canon fics are so fun to write 😫

MASTERLIST (rafe x thornton!reader au masterlist)

Divider by @yoonitos

mood board here

"Jeez, man, this is nuts." Topper lets out a low whistle, staring at a boat nestled in someone's garden bed. "Agatha's a bitch," Rafe mutters. "Damn right, she is," Kelce adds as the three boys gape at the sight.

"I can't get it outta my head. It's on repeat. 'Your move, broski.'" Topper repeats JJ's words from a couple nights ago, when a gun was pointed at his head. "Bro, he had a semiautomatic pointed right at you!" Kelce chimes in.

"That's what I'm saying. It's insane!" Topper scoffs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Safety off!" he emphasizes, his voice rising. Kelce shakes his head, his expression a mix of disbelief and disdain. "That pogue," he mutters, his tone dripping with contempt.

Rafe, who had been staring intently at the waterline, snaps back to the conversation. His gaze sharpens as he looks at his friends. "They're freakin' pogues, man," he declares, his voice tinged with a mix of anger and exasperation.

"You know, you should get a piece," Rafe suggests, his voice steady as he looks at Topper. The gravity of his words hangs in the air. "What do you mean?" Topper asks, a puzzled expression crossing his face as he turns to Rafe.

"You gotta fight fire with fire and defend the homestead," Rafe replies matter-of-factly, as if it's the most logical solution in the world. "Better than being caught without one," Kelce shrugs, offering his own brand of nonchalant support. Rafe nods in agreement, his gaze unwavering.

"Listen guys, I'm gonna get him back, all right? I'm making it a little project of mine," Topper reassures them. Rafe hums approvingly, patting his friend's back. "Yeah, you should," he affirms with a smirk.

Kelce suddenly taps Rafe's shoulder. "Yo, that's y/n." Rafe and Topper turn their heads in unison, their curiosity piqued. They see you kneeling on one knee, talking gently to Joy, your mum's best friend's little daughter.

"Oh, so you left her in the boat?" you ask softly, your voice filled with understanding. Joy nods, her eyes wide with worry. "Okay, can you tell me what she looks like?" you stand up, smoothing down your shorts. Joy looks up at you, her face serious. "She has a trunk and blue eyes," she replies, her small voice clear.

The three boys watch intently as you smile reassuringly at Joy. "Okay, I'm gonna get her for you," you say, turning towards the boat. "Be careful of the electricity," Joy quietly warns. You smile to yourself, touched by her concern, and tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you carefully step onto the boat.

"Don't worry, I'll be okay. It's really dangerous, so stay there, okay?" you reassure Joy with a confident smile. Rafe, standing a few feet away, removes his sunglasses, his eyes narrowing as he watches your every move. "What's she doing?" he mutters to no one in particular, his concern evident.

"Watch her fall and make a big drama out of it," your brother scoffs, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He crosses his arms, clearly unimpressed by your antics. Rafe glances at Topper, eyebrows raised. "Hey! There's 14,000 volts in those wires," Joy's mum calls out urgently from the porch, her voice filled with anxiety.

You take a slow, deliberate step onto the plank, feeling it wobble slightly under your weight. With a mischievous grin, you glance back at the onlookers, enjoying the attention. A quiet shriek escapes your lips as you pretend to lose your balance for a moment.

"Hey, y/n, be careful!" Rafe hollers, his voice louder and more urgent now. He takes a step forward, his body tense with concern. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me," your mum mutters as she walks out onto the yard, her face a mask of frustration and fear. "Y/n, get down now!" she shouts, her tone a mix of anger and desperation.

"Mum, calm down. I'm an athlete. I got this," you reply playfully, flashing her a reassuring smile as you continue your careful approach toward the boat. Your confidence does little to ease the tension among the onlookers. The plank creaks under your weight, but you maintain your balance,

"You're gonna get electrocuted! Get down!" your mum screams, her voice trembling with panic. You ignore her, your focus on the gentle sway of the boat as you step onto it. "She just wants attention," Topper mutters, rolling his eyes in exasperation. "Are you kidding me?" your mum persists, her tone growing more frantic. You turn to face her, a playful grin spreading across your face as you shimmy your shoulders, teasingly.

"Oh my—no. When I tell your dad about this, y/n!" Your mum exclaims, her voice a mix of exasperation and genuine fear. "Y/n, that's not fucking funny," Rafe yells in annoyance, his frustration bubbling to the surface. He watches you with a mixture of concern and irritation, unable to shake off the worry that gnaws at him.

"Little fried y/n," Topper comments, a smirk playing on his lips as he observes the scene unfold. Kelce looks at him, puzzled by the comment, but Topper simply shrugs it off. "Top, your sister's crazy, man," Kelce remarks, shaking his head in disbelief as Topper snorts, "Tell me about it."

With a knowing smile, you reach the boat and spot the disconnected wire exactly where you expected it to be. "I see her!" you call out across the yard as you place a steady hand on the boat.

"Y/n!" your mum's voice echoes for what feels like the hundredth time, a mixture of frustration and genuine concern laced in her tone. "When I tell your dad—" Her words are abruptly cut off by your convincing scream as you pretend to slip into the boat. "Fuck—" Rafe's reaction is immediate, his instincts kicking in as he rushes forward.

After a few seconds, you grab the cord, swinging it in front of you with a smile. Kelce breaks out in laughter at your prank, the sound mingling with the collective sighs of everyone watching. Rafe's face fills with relief and annoyance as his tongue pokes agains this inner cheek. "It's disconnected!" you announce with a laugh.

"Holy shit!" Kelce smacks Rafe's shoulder, his eyes wide with amusement as he looks at you, clearly annoyed and unimpressed. "For the love of God," your mum mutters as she slips her sunglasses back on and strides away, clearly needing a moment to recover from the prank.

"She got you good, man," Kelce snickers, unable to hide his laughter at Rafe's bewildered expression. "Absolute suckers!" you crow from the boat, your laughter ringing out triumphantly. "Babe, you should see your face," you giggle, retrieving Joy's teddy bear. "Yeah, okay, yeah, I'm sorry that I care. All right, guilty," Rafe throws his hands up in mock surrender though his face expression remained annoyed.

As Rafe stands there, still trying to process what just happened, he feels a hand on his shoulder. "Congrats, dude. You're officially her bitch," Topper says with a smirk, offering his congratulations in his own unique way. Rafe rolls his eyes at the jest.

"Alright." Topper gives Rafe a hearty pat on the back. "Officially, did you know that? You're officially her bitch, alright?" Topper's laughter rings out as he teases Rafe, but Rafe isn't having any of it. With a swift motion, he slaps away Topper's hand. "Shut the fuck up, dude," he grumbles, shaking his head in annoyance before striding over to you.

"See! Just further proved my point, bro!" Topper yells amidst his laughter, clearly enjoying the reaction he's getting. Kelce joins in, chuckling at the playful banter unfolding before him.

Rafe reaches you, offering his hand despite his lingering annoyance. You giggle at the exchange, finding his frustration amusing. "Are you fucking crazy?" Rafe spits, his irritation evident, but you can't help but laugh at his reaction.

"Aww, I love you too, babe," you playfully pout, quickly kissing his lips before turning your attention back to Joy, handing her teddy bear over with a smile. Rafe stands there with a defeated look, unable to stay mad for long.

[pianocat939]

hearing you out on the yan pavitr

YES PLEASE- ok I'm gonna start out this new thing where I separate things for romantic + platonic so people can scroll to different sections. (I'm such a good business person- /j)

I will copy and paste some of the headcanons because they apply both ways. So don't bother reading both unless if you want to because for the most part they're the same (with some light editing)

Tw: hardly any tbh-, delusional softie, uh- and breaking in

Yandere Pavitr Prabhakar

Type: Delusional + Clingy (This is really fucking obv ngl)

Romantic

Listen- He literally gives off so much delusional that I can't even tell you why he's delusional because it's literally written all over him omg. Now, the thing he is delusional about is you love him back. It's not in a malicious way; he genuinely thinks you love him.

He's not in any sort of way problematic or concerning with his actions/intentions. He'll be all caring and constantly giving you support. He's the type of guy who wakes up at five in the morning to go buy you a bouquet of flowers to greet you with when you get up.

If you try to push him away or express that you don't love him he just believes you're a troubled person and need more support in your life. Which means more affection from him. He is your therapist. He will be whether you like it or not because he is a softie and will continue to be a softie.

The only time I can see him getting the slightest bit aggressive is if he gets jealous. I'm not entirely sure yet because we haven't seen too much of any trauma or negative backstory to him (Uncle Ben's death canon event doesn't fucking count). I think he's about a medium level when it comes to how easily he gets jealous. Even then I don't think he would outwardly hurt anyone unless they've overstepped a boundary of his. He'll give them a slight threat or tie them up in webs for a while.

Now if anyone hurts you? Bro is going crazy- he will do everything to make the person surrender or maybe even die (if they've caused him enough anger) He'll worry so much if you get hurt. I wouldn't say he would overreact, but he definitely worries.

He is physically affectionate 100%. He will sneak in your window at night for snuggles. Imagine yourself standing at your window one night, knowing he'll come. He arrives and is about to slip inside when you frown and tell him no. He is going to give you the most heartbreaking face known to mankind.

He WILL call you embarrassing/cringe affectionate names. You can't convince me he doesn't.

"Jasmine flower! Look at the stuffie I got you!" *proceeds to hold up giant elephant stuffie*

Platonic

He literally gives off so much delusional that I can't even tell you why he's delusional because it's literally written all over him omg. Now, the thing he is delusional about is he thinks you wanna be friends with him. It's not in a malicious way; he genuinely thinks you guys are besties and constantly hang out. (tbh I feel anyone would be friends with him???)

He's not in any sort of way problematic or concerning with his actions/intentions. He'll be all caring and constantly giving you support. He's the type of guy who wakes up at five in the morning to go buy you your favourite drink or line up for a limited edition product.

If you try to push him away or express that you don't wanna be friends with him, he just believes you're a troubled person and need more support in your life. Which means more affection and suggesting hangouts or giving gifts from him. He is your therapist. He will be whether you like it or not, because he is a softie and will continue to be a softie.

The only time I can see him getting the slightest bit aggressive is if he gets jealous. I'm not entirely sure yet because we haven't seen too much of any trauma or negative backstory to him (Uncle Ben's death canon event doesn't fucking count). I think he's about a medium level when it comes to how easily he gets jealous. Even then I don't think he would outwardly hurt anyone unless they've overstepped a boundary of his. He'll give them a slight threat or tie them up in webs for a while.

Now if anyone hurts you? Bro is going crazy- he will do everything to make the person surrender or maybe even die (if they've caused him enough anger) He'll worry so much if you get hurt. I wouldn't say he would overreact, but he definitely worries.

He is a clinger 100%. He will sneak in your window at night for a hug and to talk about random things (he giggles a lot). Imagine yourself standing at your window one night, knowing he'll come. He arrives and is about to slip inside when you frown and tell him no. He is going to give you the most heartbreaking face known to mankind.

He WILL call you embarrassing/cringe affectionate names. You can't convince me he doesn't. Like Pookie Bear or just cringe names to call your best friend platonically cuz it's funny.

"My rat! Look! I have- WEBS!" *proceeds to shoot webs like it's a discovery even though he's known for six months*

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That's all I got for now-

I still don't like Gwen.

- Celina

[somelonelywriter]

Can I request a Leto!Joker where I have powers (telekinesis) and save J from someone who wants to hurt him but I over use them which causes me to pass out but he catches me in his arms and he carries me to our shared room and he starts to panic about what happened and he stays with me until I wake up (you can add the rest) (we are husband and wife) thank u :)

VOICES

Pairing: Husband!Jared!Joker x Wife!Fem!reader

(i used she/her pronouns since you said wife, but if you want me to change them tell me, also it's just a one shot I'm sorry, let me know if you wanted headcanons or something else).

Warnings: use of pet names, light swearing, fainting, mention of guns/weapons, mention of Batman, mention/description of blood, mention of death, mention being worried about someone well being (does that really need a warning(?)), Hurt/comfort, tiny bit of toxic relationship and as usual Joker is his own warning, let me know if I missed anything.

Summary: Batman almost catches your husband, almost is the key word.

A/n: I'm sorry this took me so long. AHHHH im SO excited! My first request!! I'll try my best, and i hope you don't mind the fact that i made it start in the car like the scene in 'Suicide Squad', feel free to critizice (obv in a constructive way). Let me know if there are any grammatical errors. Enjoy!

Not really proofreaded 😅

Faster.

That was the only thing in your mind as your husband drived the purple Lamborghini on the road.

You needed to get that stupid bat off of your car. "He's gonna ruin our date night!" You screamed, your anniversary night was gonna be ruined and it was all his fault! You pointed your gun at the ceilieng of the car and fired at it a couple of times, letting your anger out.

The joker near you laughed, a stressed laugh. You knew what that meant. Sooner or later something, or worst someone will blow up.

So you decided to take care of the situation in an even more aggressive way. It was risky to say the least, but extreme problems require extreme solutions, and oh if Batman was a fucking problem.

So you taked a deep breath and cleared your mind (as much as you could with the Clown losing the last bit of sanity he had in the driver seat) and visualized the annoying bat being throwed under your car.

Suddendly all the noises stopped, then a loud 'bang' could be heard and you saw Batman flying rigth on the car windscreen leaking blood over it.

You did it!!

Joker clapped his hands "My good Darling! He got what he deserved! Death to the bat! Death to the bat!" He singed sang, but it sounded muffled, oh so muffled...

The only thing on your mind was a drop. 'tic tic tic' (a/n: does this make sense?)

You looked down and saw your hands covered in blood, your nose was bleesdng... Your eyes felt heavy, the last thing you heard was your name, Joker was calling you. Then it all went black.

Joker on the other hand did not excpect you to faint. It was unplanned, and he even if he loved surprises he didn't love having you in this state.

If we're being honest, at first he was tempted to leave you there (a/n: for me the story finishes like this :) but a request is a request lol) but then a voice, one of the too many in his head, told him not to do it, that he needed you, even if he didn't really know for what... So he drived to his mansion, every now and then checking on you.

Once in your shared bedroom he layed you on the bed.

Joker started to genuinely feel concerned for you, almost an hour as passed and you still weren't awake.. His pretty toy can't die, not if he doesn't want she to do so at least.

He then decided to lay down near you, for the first time in his life he felt a little scared, the voices in his head getting loud, he could hear them scream, scream that you had to wake up, that you couldn't leave him, that he-

He suddendly turned his head to look at his pet, who had now opened her eyes.

you tried to talk but he stopped you, he just wanted to held you on his chest. You didn't dare to discontent him by moving. Not wanting to miss the chance to have some affection since he rarely initiated it, you ignored your headache and relaxed into his touch.

Ironically the place where you felt the most safe were the place where everyone else felt the most scared.

[werezmastarbucks]

she has the bluest eyes

pic credit

author's note: obv i do not own any of these people and feel kinda weird writing about actual humans. but i am inspired, so what can i do. they'll never see this anyway, and this lore has been with me for some time.

warnings: a lil bit of incest, mercy killing

word count: 2679

masterlist

On Friday aunt Anne-J and her husband visited. The relatives were concerned about the parents’ absence. But there was also a special kind of unease in their presence in the house; the aunt, this awesome girl, their mom’s younger sister, she had the bluest eyes the world has ever seen. Her eyes were like two deep aquariums, and when the light shone upon them from the side, they exploded in color. It was hard to bear. With these eyes, Anne-J saw the boys through and did not trust them very much. Kai was the main reason she moved out at the age of twenty-two, three years ago. Sam was still an awkward schooler back then, but Kai was already of age, and he creeped her out. Little square mind she had, aunt Anne-J. She felt something bad about him, like an animal, and did not look further. Although she felt worried about Sam who was growing up to be a fucking weirdo, and Tyler, who was always obsessed with her, she abandoned the two younger nephews. And Kai took over them completely. It’s not like they could have a different fate.

When she found this cool, mature guy with an earring in his nose and an exceptionally stoic demeanor, she got a little bold and started visiting. And now, it felt more like a doctor house visit than anything else. She was trying to sniff out what was going on. She hasn’t heard from her sister in a month and a half. And she started getting agitated.

They (Kai) baked a cool apple pie and made lots of food. In spite of all one might think about the three Parkers, they enjoyed a good family evening. Be it boardgames, or a little concert, a roll down the hill or a dinner. Tyler was helping in the beginning, but then he couldn’t stand anymore; the black oily substance was crawling up his chin, and his head was throbbing with so much pain he had to take a record-breaking amount of painkillers. It was a miracle he was still in his right mind or never got poisoned from so much medication. He laid on the couch with his eyes half-opened and watched Kai performing his usual wonders in the kitchen: rotisserie chicken, cheesecake, a Greek salad and tuna salad, and a pie, and lots of home-made chili sauce. Samson went around the house cleaning and moving things around, as if trying to cover up a crime scene, although there was none.

“Ask the creature to give you a break for an evening”, Kai said, passing by the couch towards Sam, who stood at the far window and was trying to adjust the curtain according to a standard, known only to him. Tyler moved his head, looking through teary eyes, as his older brother started wrestling with his younger. Blurry. He lifted himself up on the couch with one hand and had the urge to sing again. But for now, all he could do was sit up and keep looking at them.

Yes, actually, he could do that. He should do that. Have a conversation with this whoever that was trying to peck his way out through his skull. If only he knew the language, he could have a row with him and discuss conditions. The roar in his head told him the language would sound like the raging ocean, or like the whisper of blood.

At five-thirty, Anne-J and her husband, Adam, arrived. They brought lemonade and wine, and some flowers. Anne-J really liked flowers, and she left them everywhere she went. They were the impressions of her footsteps. Seven yellow marigolds, she put them into the vase that she took out of the higher cupboard, to Kai’s displeasure. He knew that Anne-J knew. And it angered him.

Now the yellow flowers stood in the middle of the table, irritating Sam’s sensitive eyes and mood. He kept tilting his head in order to see everyone at the table. Anne-J sat with her back to the window, her pearl-white hair and her ocean-blue eyes, and was scanning them tirelessly.

“Well, not even a text message?”

“Nah”. Kai shook his head. Tyler’s sight was amazingly clear after another portion of painkillers finally kicked in. Oh, his blood would reek of pills if someone wanted to drink it. He was watching his aunt, eating quietly, but was on the lookout for his older’s moods.

“They did say that they want a thorough rest from our bullshit”, Kai continued. He was being uncharacteristically peaceful; no babbling, no witty hints, no special looks.

“Incorrect”, Sam chimed in, “the note said, we want to stay away from the calamity of this house for a while”.

“Not very parenty of them”, Kai grinned. Tyler scratched his temple, chewing the salad. He and Adam had the understanding that the two men usually have, who love one woman. The resentful, but very deep understanding. They exchanged silent looks and returned back to eating.

“Well, you’re not the easiest children to have”.

“Anne-J, it’s been a while since we’ve been children”, Tyler said suddenly, straightening his back. She sighed, as if saying that he knew what she meant.

“That’s right. We can take care of ourselves. Don’t our poor parents deserve a long cruise around the world? I think that’s what they’re doing. They did mention something about… water…” Kai lifted his face, thinking, “no, not the water. Ice. Maybe they’re…”

“Not right again”, robotically corrected Sam. One could think, by the way he moved his head to face the table, and by his tense shoulders, that this irritated him. But correcting others was a happy activity for him. “I don’t remember anything about ice”.

“Well, Samson, that’s because…”

“Stop egging him”, Tyler pleaded.

“You always do that”, Anne-J agreed, “you make him make a scene”.

“You don’t know me”, in Kai’s smiling voice was now just a pinch of warning. She withstood his stare. Then he went on cheerfully. “But I do though. So, how’s everybody liking the main course?”

“Amazing”, Adam said sincerely. “Do you order it from places?”

“No, I cook everything myself”.

“You gotta give it to him”.

“Tyler really wanted to help”, Sam joined, “but he got so excited that you were coming that he got a headache again and laid on the couch the whole day”.

“Excited?” Anne-J smiled. Kai gave the youngest a warning look, but unfortunately Samson didn’t notice. He was deep in conversation.

“Oh yes, he loves when you come by. He loves you so much that he even started dating our neighbor who looks like you”.

Adam’s food got into his throat and got stuck there, so he started coughing furiously. He dropped his fork and covered his face with his hands. Anne-J’s cheeks went rosy-pink. Kai has failed to avert this, so now, naturally, he just accepted the fun. Tyler’s nostrils flared.

“Incorrect”, he mimicked his brother, not very successfully.

“I am not dating her, and she doesn’t look like Anne-J”.

Her bluest eyes darted towards Tyler finally. Her hand was still lying on her husband’s back.

A loud noise came from the street. It was unusual for the neighborhood. Someone’s car was drifting and swerving, and then there was a crash.

They all jumped, except for Kai, who first finished his chicken leg and then wiped his mouth with a napkin. Sam ran outside and Anne-J let him out like a dog that’s too excited. Adam, still a bit reddish, already had his phone in his hand.

In the end of the street, a white Honda was lying on its side, smoke coming out like stage effects. They grouped on the road at first, looking, questions and thoughts swirling in their minds. Kai walked towards the accident spot confidently, waving his hand at the neighbors who started peeking out or exiting their houses.

“Call the ambulance”, he recommended, “or don’t. I don’t care”.

That was the thing, he liked to kill. He would use any opportunity to kill someone, and mercy killings of crash victims was some of his favorites.

A girl, Anne-J’s age, and a guy who was at the wheel, were lying on the road next to a car. A picture that has been in his mind for some time. What is up with these blonde dreamy girls, and why are they following him? When she was like that, her legs spread out on the ground, face angelic, covered in blood, she really reminded him of his aunt. He really wanted to kill her, for the longest time. This was perfect to soothe that urge for a while. Anne-J was a nuisance, he thought, as he squatted next to her, feeling for the pulse. Behind him, Tyler was trying to distract Sam from saying out loud what Kai was about to do.

She had a little bit of a heartbeat. Wounds on her elbows and her shoulders told him she had been thrown out of the car and slid on the road a foot or two. Kai put his palm on her little face, and she opened her eyes. Disappointingly brown, coffee-brown, like Sam’s. He got angry with this bitch, for not meeting his expectations. The guy next to her was already dead. Neither wore seatbelts, naturally.

They had a pact, Tyler and him. Road-nearly-kills are his. After those, he could go on without murders for almost a month.

“Is she breathing?”

The steps behind him were approaching. Adam was already talking on the phone, the chatter around indicated neighbors’ desire to be in the thick of things. He was covered by the shade of a tall linden tree and the carcass of the smoking car.

“What are you doing?”

Anne-J fell on her knees next to him as he removed the hand from her face. He sighed deeply, feeling the calm shooting down his arms and legs, his head a little light. Only his heart raced.

“She was dying anyway”, he said simply.

“What?!” Anne-J’s voice was shrill as she fell on her ass, looking at him with horror. Kai caught Tyler’s glance and motioned for him to approach. Brother looked like he was a prisoner on his way to his lethal injection. They all acted like he made their lives so awful.

“Look at her injuries. Both legs broken, and you’re literally sitting in the pool of her blood. Her spine is broken. This is no quality of life”.

Adam looked concerned as Tyler tried to pick Anne-J up. His black fingers stained her white cardigan. She was still looking at Malachai.

“You really are out of your fucking mind. I’m reporting you to the police”.

“To say what?”

She was fighting Tyler feebly as he was trying to balance her and make her stand on her own. Her eyes were pulsars, and Kai kind of understood why she was constantly on Tyler’s mind. But she was honestly such a normie.

“That I was feeling the pulse of a dying woman? It’s a tragedy, Jenna. I mean, Anne-J”.

He smiled. He liked getting people’s names wrong on purpose. Made them inflate like balloons.

Neighbors were chattering in horror, clutching their necklaces and collars. Adam was in his own kind of zoo, as it turned out: as soon as he finished his call to the police, Samson started lecturing him on the reasons and processes of accidents like this.

“Seatbelts, seatbelts were not invented for no reason”, he was saying, mindlessly, ignoring Adam’s white lips, “some people refuse to wear seatbelts because, upon the impact, a seatbelt may cut off a breast off a woman. But what they fail to see is that, had it not been for the seatbelt, a lot more would have been chopped off. If the seatbelt impact strikes you with such a force, it means that you would surely be dead without it”.

Adam put out his hands and hugged Anne-J, looking at the black and red stains on her shoulders, her jeans and sleeves.

“Cluster. We haven’t had the dessert”, Kai said joyfully. And went back into the house.

Anne-J was furiously rubbing the sleeve of her cardigan under the cold water when Tyler squeezed himself into the bathroom. She turned with a swing, and calmed down immediately as she saw who entered.

“Are you sure you’re leaving now?”

“Yes, Tyler, we’re leaving”.

Her voice was shaking.

His head was hurting again. Now, this time it’s been less than four hours. It was getting alarming. The amount of painkillers he had taken in order to get through this evening was astonishing. Tyler supported himself on the sink, and Anne-J instinctively moved away a little.

“Whatever you think you saw, Kai would’ve used it to fuck with you”.

“Oh, so you’re telling me he knew immediately what I thought he was doing, read my mind, right? And played into it? He was sitting there with his palm on her fucking face, covering her nose, Tyler”.

“I think you were seeing things because of shock”.

She splashed the water angrily, and Tyler’s blackness raised its head.

“Don’t gaslight me”, she said, looking at him in the mirror. “This house is fucking nuts. What’s going on with you, Tyler?”

“Don’t ask”.

“Is it your headaches?”

It came like a syncope. Suddenly Tyler had no time to run away or even move. It shot through his arm that was resting on the edge of the sink, right into his brain, at raging speed. The black filled his eyes for a second. He knew that this was the night that the creature would finally show itself. Anne-J’s face was distorted, but she still did not look too concerned. She was trying to get to him, bowing slightly. Tyler saw himself in the mirror: black neck, blurry features. He couldn’t see clear anymore. The voice said,

“I had to break through”.

And then he jumped.

Kai threw the door open, simultaneously pushing Adam away. Sam was useless. He was just an information machine and could not help effectively. Adam was trying to get to his screaming wife, and Kai couldn’t let him. Not human life, not his relatives, nothing was more important than his brothers, pieces of himself.

He jumped inside and pulled on Tyler’s shoulders. He couldn’t even see what Tyler was doing; maybe he was kissing Anne-J, or maybe choking her; maybe he was trying to eat her face. As he spun his brother around to slap him out of the episode, the face that stared back at him made him think of wormholes. It was a good thing Kai did not fear a single thing in this world, otherwise he would scream. Now, he just frowned, thinking. Adam pushed him into the wall and ran into the bathroom where Anne-J collapsed on the floor, crying.

“The fuck are you?” he asked, pulling Tyler into the corridor. It was like he was moving his head so quickly that a human eye couldn’t catch it.

“I am”, the hollow voice said.

“You got a name?”

“swallowing.”

He pushed Tyler further, and his body moved aimlessly. Adam was dragging Anne-J from the bathroom silently, helping her, and she looked unharmed, but very stressed out.

“What’s going on? Oh”, Sam moved away to let them pass, unaffected, “he has a blurryface?”

“Stop swallowing and get my incest-loving stupid brother back”, Kai suggested.

“I think I saw it before”, Sam approached them, so carefree that Kai got concerned for a second. What if he remembers now?

“You’re the blurryface, the alter-ego of Tyler”, he said. Tyler moved his head as if looking at Samson.

“swallowing things”, the voice was coming from the depths of this being, otherworldly and metallic.

“never easy. He fights me”.

Kai gave him a slap on the back of the head with his ringed palm.

“Last warning, dude. Get Tyler back online”.

His body started shaking, and the boy collapsed, like a pile of clothes, on the floor. Sam looked at Kai with big surprised eyes.

“So, there’s four of us now?”

[kazuyummy]

hiiii ani! hope yer doin good and feelin hot n pretty 😌 may I ask for an aot matchup? 🤍 please take yer time, love!

1. resilient

2. I asked me friends n dey literally said “trustworthy or precious😌” ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ 🤍🤍

3. interesting

4. unapproachable

a soooooong hm…. angels fall by breaking benjamin

I prefer a matchup with a male character n I like angst n romance

🍊 - idk, ye can choose but pls no smut or smth

- 🛖 (anon emoji)

HIIIIII MY DEAR i'm so happy that i finally got to your matchup hehehe! appreciate your patience so much 💕

i would match you up with JEAN KIRSTEIN. it's funny bc i self-ship w him and i think we're quite different BUT i think he'd really love your personality. i don't think he'd be off-put by you being unapproachable - and he would certainly admire your resiliency. however, what i think he'd like most is getting to know your sweet and thoughtful personality under all that. he's canonically good at drawing and i get a feeling that you'd be able to connect through his art (or his yummy cooking 'cause he's good at that too haha) and he'd really want to spoil you. i think he really values people who don't give up, as it's something he struggles with as well in the series. i can see you being a pair full of respect and admiration for each other, and enjoying each others' interests.

aot manga spoilers under the cut (as well as an angst / romance drabble) !

❀ THE NIGHT BEFORE

leaning on the rail of the ship, all you can see is starlight - a beautiful, fleeting distraction before the battle to come

you're interrupted by the sound of footsteps - one that you can recognize by their cadence alone

you don't even bother looking back when jean joins you looking out onto the horizon, the only sound you hear being the waves lapping against the ship

"nervous?" jean asks, and after a pause, "about tomorrow?"

you snort, not bothering to justify that with an answer. of course you're nervous, on top of a whole array of other emotions. if you start talking about them, they threaten to spill from your chest

"so? is it a bad time to tell you that i'm in love with you?"

now that has your head whirling at him

he remains staring wistfully ahead, and you swallow to regain your composure,

"... probably the worst time."

he laughs with a light shake of his shoulders, as if he expected that response,

"well? would there be a better time?"

a grin breaks onto your face,

"hm. not at all, i suppose."

with that, the tension dissipates, and the next twenty-eight minutes are probably the only truly peaceful minutes you've had in months - worries floating free as birds away as you laugh with jean, recalling fond memories, your mind wandering away from the impending battle tomorrow, as if it were never to happen

and suddenly he asks,

"is it a bad time to kiss you?"

your smile is yearning when you reply,

"... the worst."

"should i do it anyway?"

"of course, jean."

your kiss with him is filled with raw emotion - elation, that your feelings are returned and he's with you in this moment; dread, at the thought of the coming war; anger, that he hadn't told you any of this before when you could've run away and had a peaceful life with him; and something else dull and aching that you can't quite place. you pull back for a second,

"if i die tomorrow, d'you promise to move on?"

"the hell did that come from? of course you won't die tomorrow. neither will i."

he chuckles lightly, but his face is filled with concern,

move on, he scoffs to himself, as if i ever could

you shrug contentedly, throwing away the rest of your worries and fall into his embrace, kisses deep and longing

"i'm in love with you too, jean. as in... i love you"

and with that, you've completely and utterly melted his heart

but maybe - just maybe! he would, only because he'd do whatever you asked him to

and he swears he would've, had he not been the one to kill you on impact when he transformed into a titan

aaaaAAAHHHhh so idk i had this scene playing in my mind which is obv canon-divergent and i'm still not good at writing angst buuuut... every try means eventual improvement, right? anyway ily and hope you enjoyed, thanks so much for your patience 💓

read completed matchup here 💫

[diodellet]

3 sets of unfinished tot hcs

super long post under the cut, unfinished++drafty writing, i probably won't be able to continue them (esp since i stopped playing tot since early 2022) but i think its better to put them out here instead of letting them rot in my folders... anyway 👁️hellow tears of themisers my biases are luke and vyn... for obv reasons content warnings: sfw (references to canon compliant violence), mildly unbeta'd, all mistakes are mine

how they would react to getting a 3 AM call after you wake up from a nightmare

I think i abandoned this bcs i couldn't figure out how to write dialogue for marius. saddening, bcs vyn is tied with luke for my most fave but i cudnt think of anything for him. (or my brain just kept telling me the psychology man would be zznking the entire time lmao)

Luke Pearce

Is definitely a light sleeper, will wake up once you ring him.

First emotion is panic, you sound disoriented and groggy at the same time. Were you okay?

He's already out of his bed and rummaging through his closet to find a jacket to throw on so he could head to your place—

But then he hears your voice rise to a distressed, frantic note and he stops in his tracks.

Now his heart wrenched painfully when you told him about what happened in your dream. Car accident. Fuck, he felt helpless and useless where he was standing, guilty that he couldn't be there and comfort you in person.

He tries telling you wholeheartedly that he wouldn’t put himself in anger,, that he’s perfectly fine where he is (he’s at home, there’s no danger, no there aren’t any cars nearby—)

He recounts childhood memories (the good ones) until you get lulled to sleep

(When living together)

The moment he feels you jerk roughly in your sleep, he’s already shaking you awake.

He’s still torn up by guilt even in this scenario as he gathers you in his arms.

Expect long, warm hugs in comfortable silence (mans is built like a living furnace)

He would try lulling you back to sleep by singing softly to you.

He doesn’t sleep until you’ve slept (It’s a battle of endurance that you lose more often than not sadly.)

Tbh, we already have Peaceful Place’s story… so… you know… that's already the closest we'll get to this scenario in canon.

Artem Wing

Was probably busy catching up on paperwork again (what a workaholic) when he got several frantic messages from you in a row.

Before he could reply confirming that he was alright, his phone starts buzzing and your caller I.D appears onscreen.

Is he worried because of the caffeine in his system or because of a deeper place of concern for you? because this is way closer than just work colleagues.

You sound like you were in the middle of a crying episode, soft hiccups would interrupt your words and Mr. Awkward Wing is sort of at a loss for what to immediately do.

Definitely the type to ask you to drink a glass of water first. You don’t (adamantly) want to drop the call, so he hears you try and fail to make small talk as you pour yourself some water.

He feels a bit more responsible since he brought you into NXX.

He tries broaching the subject of what the nightmare was about (A break-in that turned ugly and you weren’t aware of it until you got a call from Celestine.)

He’s the type to say there’s no way that anyone would break into the law firm. It's so Artem that he would end up spinning this into a kind of defense but what can he say? This is what he's used to. The attempt at normalcy works better than expected.

(When living together)

He’s already awake, working on his laptop when he sees you shifting and turning in bed.

Nearly jumps out of his skin when you bolt upright, but immediately goes to your side. He’s telling you that you’re alright

His voice is as steady as it always is, but the shake in his hands betrays the worry that’s building inside of him.

You’re chiding yourself for being so childish and he’s over here comforting you like “my love, excuse the language but what the fuck?? That’s?? Not true???”

He’s never really thought about it, but how was he supposed to feel in this situation? As your work partner and now as your s/o, your (unconscious) worry was something that could happen in reality if they weren’t careful.

So, to get your mind off of it, the both of you put on a movie. Partway through, the tension melts from you. You snuggle up to him, close your eyes for just a bit—

After the movie, he turns to find you sleeping soundly against his shoulder.

Marius von Hagen

Not gonna lie, mans was excited when he saw your notif. When you tell him about your dream, he starts going through the full spectrum of emotions, before ending at worry.

But, don't fear, he copes with humor and teasing (he can ignore that building worry just for you!)

Which can go two ways:

a) you "get mad at him," then you laugh, then forget about the nightmare entirely or

b) you laugh, tell him off with no bite in your words, and then sink into an even worrying kind of silence

As much as possible he doesn't want Option B happening but it does.

busker!reader au

lmao looking back on this vyn was also the reason i stopped writing this 😭hes so hard to write... so eloquent and articulate😭(++at the same time dealing wid a combination of gacha salt and wanting to avoid spoilers for electrifying night) but i also think the worldbuilding and mild canon divergence (while still being canon compliant?? damn dio what were u trying to do🥴🥴) also ended up contributing to the not-writing.

Prologue: You and Your Music

Usual instruments: Keyboard, melodica, and acoustic guitar.

It used to be something you did as a means to earn some extra money while you were job-hunting. It was hard the first time, seeing everyone walk past you without a care in the world. But then again, if you had any old recordings of your first busking attempts, you would probably cringe at how off-beat your playing was. 

But you stuck to it, you found that playing music out in public was a way for you to keep yourself out of bed when you were met with rejection emails. It was a way for you to make something more out of music as just a hobby. 

You played whatever you liked. A song that you couldn’t get out of your head from that week, an old song you used to jam to in your highschool days, the occasional original song, anything goes.

You were one of those kids who took piano lessons when they were younger. There was a certain degree of love-hate you felt for the instrument, but that had mostly faded away once you reached adulthood. Now, you were trying to reconnect with an old childhood thing, albeit with much clumsiness.

Why not take up gigs at bars or clubs or open mic nights? Well, that was mostly due to ✨trauma✨ and… you didn’t really like it when someone (or an audience) paid close attention to what you were doing. It was distracting and it made you fumble, badly. There was a term for that… ‘performance anxiety,’ was it? You didn’t dwell on it too much.

Of course, you tried not to overtake other buskers in the area whenever they appeared. There was a time where a situation (that could’ve been resolved peacefully) turned ugly, you started hiding your identity by wearing a mask and a cap. Sure, there were people who could recognize your instruments, but as long as they didn’t have a face to tie it to, it was all good, right?

Luke Pearce

It happened all too quickly, someone went up to you after you finished your song and asked for an autograph. You tried politely declining, but they insisted. Really insisted. Try as you might, you couldn’t help but give in to their request.

And as you turned to sign the paper, out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a second figure rushing by and snatching handfuls of bills from within your guitar case then sprinting away.

Before you could give chase, the person who asked you for your autograph shoved you to the ground and took off running after them. This was a setup, your mind pieced together. Those little shits—

Up ahead, Luke was returning from a quick grocery run (restocking Peanut’s food, and he couldn’t help himself from getting some treats as well. Peanut deserves the best). He overheard two figures (loudly) counting their money. He didn’t think much of it, didn’t slow down, and just continued on his way back to Time’s Antiquities.

It would’ve been a quick trip. That was, until he heard a third voice confronting those two.

“Are you accusing my friend of stealing?” One of them stepped closer to you, sizing you up and hoping to intimidate you with a leer. 

You weren’t scared, or well, it didn’t show in your voice. “I saw you with my own two eyes. Give my money back or I’ll report you to the police!” 

(*Insert Debate Start sfx*)

To be fair, the confrontation was growing noisy(er) at this point. You, growing more frustrated despite being winded from the chase, and the thieves, vehemently denying that they did it. The moment they started threatening violence, Luke felt he had to step in. But before he could—

“Tch, should’ve stuck to YouTube, they didn’t even earn that much,” they spat at you before throwing the wad of cash at you and leaving. Sighing to yourself, you moved to pick up the money.

“Let me help,” Luke offered. You didn’t reply, too caught up with the thieves’ parting words. You weren’t doing this solely for money, but at the same time, their last words kinda stung. What did they know about you? 

“Thanks. Sorry. Um… I’ll go.” Gesturing a thumb behind you, you explained, “I left my guitar behind. Gotta get it before someone else decides to steal that too, haha…” 

His question catches the both of you offguard. “Do I know you?”

“Um…” There’s a myriad of emotions and thoughts swirling behind your eyes. It took you a moment to recognize him, but it was unmistakably your old childhood friend.

Luke couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something familiar about your voice. There was something definitely familiar in how you didn’t back down in the face of possible danger. He hadn’t seen his childhood friend in years, he was probably projecting onto you, some…stranger.

Artem Wing

Today seemed to be no good either, you were approached by someone claiming to be a manager for some “well-known” record label and that they wanted to hire you for.

You knew that the contract they were waving at you was glorified pages of bullshit, but they weren’t taking ‘no’ for an answer. The better part of you was slowly giving way to annoyance (*First bars of Debate Start sfx starts playing—*)

Vyn Richter

Another coincidence-type of event happening… this time, you found yourself being asked to fill in for another band’s gig.

You didn't expect that you would see Vyn there as well. In a completely different kind of getup.

At first he thought that you were nervous to be performing, but as you were tuning your instruments to do some last-minute practice he realizes that you're nervous because of him.

Definitely pieces together your identity way earlier than the others.

Marius von Hagen

I couldn't think of anything for him. Tbh i could only keep thinking of this song. There's something so interesting about his idealism that he fits perfectly in the role of an eager, clumsy, blossoming singer-songwriter who gets taken under the wing of a burnt-out and uninspired songwriter but sadly ends up becoming envied by)

pov: you get isekai'd into tears of themis but the writer couldn't be bothered to write a coherent narrative

the title is pretty self-explanatory. i think i wrote this in the middle of finals week while also juggling some wacky mental-emotional business. a lot of it is internal thoughts and rambling, but the writing isn't...super bad. just a lil cringe 🤧🤧 but yeah i think there's some lines of value in there... i like reckoning with not being the main character but also having Some desire for MC-moments.

[stylesyourmine]

no more cuts and bruises ll peter parker x reader (andrew garfield)

a/n: hi lovelies! its nina, and i'm back again tonight because i'm actually in love with andrew's peter parker and andrew himself obv. the garf has me on a choke hold, what can i say? anyways i know you didn't come here for my rambling, onto our fic :)

pairings: peter parker x reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: cuts and scrapes: nothing more

it was a wednesday night. you'd gotten home from school a few hours ago, and you'd spent your time doing homework and then taking a shower. you just got out, the bathroom circulating with steam.

you lifted your arm and wiped across the mirror to try and look at yourself. black splotches found themselves underneath your eyes. eye bags. you hadn't been sleeping lately. why? a sensible person might ask. it was because you were worried about your boyfriend just about 24 hours a day, non stop. it was just something that couldn't let you sleep. you'd even started to leave your windows out at night, in case peter ever needed you.

you sighed and grabbed the door nob, opening it and walking into your mid sized bedroom. your safe space. you loved your room for a lot of reasons. 1 because it was all yours, and was under your control. 2nd because it made you feel so warm and protected, even if there was nothing actually doing either of those things- except maybe a blanket.

you grabbed the pajamas off of your bed and changed, letting your hair out of the head wrap you'd put in earlier. suddenly you heard a strange noise. you looked, and to no surprise, there was nothing, it was probably just you. until you heard it again.

'what the hell-" you stated walking over to the window just as a figure came in as fast as lightning. the blue and red suited boy still had his mask on, and you knew exactly who it was. peter. holding your hand on your chest you walked over to him, as he slipped his mask off revealing a huge amount of fresh, new cuts on his face.

your eyes widened at the sight of it. walking towards him you mumbled,

"peter oh my god.."

"baby dont freak out okay? i'm fine." he lifted his hands up in his defense, as if he already knew that was going to come out of your mouth next.

"a hi would've been nice too" you retaliated. you couldn't stand to look at his face like this. hurt. it hurt your core to see him like that. your face flattened to one of anger, and woriedness, of fear. your eyebrows furrowed together. you were in protective mode.

standing inches away from his face, your hand landed on his shoulder, shoes creasing as you tiptoed trying to get a better look at all of these new wounds.

"jesus pete what the hell did you do? fight a gorilla?" you just crossed your arms in front of him, really trying not to be mad, which in ways you weren't but still- he'd put himself in so much danger everyday, you just wished he'd think about himself for once.

he chuckled and looked down, and then into your eyes,

"no. just some physco who was running around nyc with two knives in his hands. someone had to stop em." his arm outstretched to unwrap your arms, not liking seeing you all tense and worried. his arm then went up to your face and ran his thumb over your eyebrows, which were furrowed together in confusion. you let go of the tension, and he lifted your chin up to look at him.

"you told me you'd be more careful. more self conscious. you said you were gonna take care of yourself." you couldn't be angry at him for trying to make it safer for people, and for fighting crimes others couldn't. what you could be mad at though, is that he did whatever it took to do so. its like during his missions, he didn't care about anyone else other then the victim. himself being the last person he ever did worry about, and not even then because you were always the one pointing it out.

"i am doing that, i promise these things dont even hurt." he shrugged his shoulders, indicating they didn't. he always had to play tough guy when it came to these situations where you were concerned over him. he hated making you feel that way, he said you had better things to do with your time, but you argued that was what a relationship was, caring for each other.

"oh yeah?" you asked him sarcastically.

"yeah! pshhh, these little-" peter was interrupted by your fingers flicking the top of his head, where one of them resided.

"ow! yup that uh- that actually does really hurt." you rolled your eyes in disbelief. how could not possibly see how much he was worth? you guys eyes glued together, not letting go for anything. they were showing so may emotions at once. you were angry, but also proud, but also nervous because if this is from some civilian in town, what does that man now influence everyone else?

he’d wanted to make you happy again. somehow get your mind off his face. his hands slid down to your waist, pulling your already-close-body much closer. his lips crashed into yours, you pulling away when you felt his face cringe. you opened your eyes to see him touch his lip, realizing he has a cut.

"ah hah! i told you!"

you went to touch his cheek and he hissed quietly, not trying to have you hear it- but you did. why couldn’t he listen to you? you were always right about these things.

you once again examined his face and nodded your head.

your staring contest has finished now, and he went over to your dresser, and reached onto his drawer, pulling out some shorts he'd left for himself and leaving himself without a shirt. you couldn't lie, his abs and his cut up face did look really good. but that wasn't the principle. you knew if you told him that he'd only want them more and not try and heal them.

you perched yourself on the bed, waiting for him to come back.

when he did he smiled and grabbed your hand.

“c’mere, i wanna show you something.”

he threw one leg over the window and onto the fire escape, then the other and then helped you. you sat there with intertwining fingers just looking and listening to the big city.

"i try not and get hurt for you my love, i really do try."

"it doesn't always go well, but this is the responsibility i've been given. i have to fulfill that responsibility. and somehow, some angel made sure you're always there with me."

'what? whatcha mean by that babe?"

your hands started to swing to the loud noises of nyc, like the cars beeping, voices projecting and people being overall crazy.

"i mean, i always think of you when i'm out there. you're always the one thing that's lingering in my mind."

you chuckled, you were somewhat glad.

it was a good and bad thing. the bad thing being blatantly distracted and the good thing was he knew how'd you feel about certain information, so he decided against it.

you leaned your head onto his shoulder. it was blissfull, until you looked back up at his face. you tugged onto his hand, "c'mon. lets getcha all cleaned up."

he smiled at you, while standing up.

a/n: that was terible im so sorry im so tired rn i will be editing this tmr when im fully awake. i wanted this to be smt different, but its fine! anyways please please leave feedback down below it would mean the world to me!

[unwelcome-ozian]

Idk if you will be able to give me advice, but I feel like there might be a chance you have some ideas/tips.

So first some info: Me and my partner moved together in april this year, for me it was the chance to finally fully cut ties to my biological parents (Ive got a new phone nr, they dont know where we live etc..) and for him to get out of the abusive household. Gis stepfather is very, very emotionally abuse and his mother has expierienced childhood abuse and takes his stepfathers side at all time, because "he is her partner and he [my partner] has no saying in how she should behave" and is also extremely toxic if not even abusive.

My partner truly believes, that he is "just weak" and its fault anyways that his stepfather behaves the way he does and that his mother is right and that he should just get "stronger". Two years ago, his stepfather got a police record regarding domestic violence thanks to me calling the police on him (which lead to his stepfather thereatening me, that if i come close or enter the house, he will call the police, after 4-5months i had to "say sorry about the shit i did" and he explained his behavior eith him being abused as a young child and anger is just the way he deals with that and that therapy is bs and he allowed me again to come by), vecause he scared my partner so much, he locked himself up in the bathroom and sent me voicemessages being scared and you could hear the stepfather in the background.

Now because of christmas coming up, I asked my partner to talk to his psychiatrist on how to handle christmas family dinner with his family. About a year ago, his psych recommended not talking to the stepfather/cutting ties to him. Now the psych said, if he agreed on coming to the dinner he has to go. I can see how he would say that we cant figure stuff out in such short notice, but I kinda feel like because his psych said that, my partner is bow even more in the mindset of "im just weak and overreacting". Because I asked hom earlier today, that Id love him to explain to his psych, whats going on in his head regarding his parents and he just went like: "But what if I am weak and not going would just be avoiding the situation and avoiding isnt good?" And I try to explain to him, that he isnt weak, that he is quite the opposite of it and avoiding toxic/abusive people isnt bad, its taking care of yourself and he is immediately overwhelmed by me saying that.

And Im actually concerned, because he cant (and doesnt want to) talk about trauma stuff atm, especially because he just started his apprenticeship and school in summer, which i can totally understand, that one would wait after that, so it wont mess with that, but at the same time it also cant really be an option to just make him run into his abusers arms and just stay in that spiral and just work on being able to be kinda stable and not fall back into the depression and at the same time keep up the contact (he doesnt have to cut ties, but like maybe get some distance/only meet for things that are 100% needed) to people who will drag him down and just keep up all those mindsets and belives that might hold him down and destabilize him in the long run?

Maybe Im just wrong because Im not in the same situation, but I feel like because my partner isnt able to truly communicate his thoughts and feelings to his psych, the psych cant fully grasp whats going on/what happens actually and it worries me.

I obv. cant explain the whole thing into every detail, but those are the most important points and I really hope you can share your thoughts regarding that.

Am I maybe the one not seeing something here? Like I dont want to make any weird assumptions that might be wrong, but due to my own experiences as well as what Ive learned, Im quite concerned and Im not sure what to do.

Feeling angry is never a reason to be abusive, being a survivor of abuse isn’t a reason to be abusive, and if someone thinks therapy is bs that’s fine, but it isn’t another excuse to be abusive. These are excuses to not take responsibility for his behaviour.

Psychiatrists aren’t gods. If your partner doesn’t want to go they don’t have to go. People are allowed to change their minds.

I don’t view it as avoiding, I view it as setting boundaries and taking care of one's personal wellbeing.

It’s also acceptable if he can’t and doesn’t want to talk about trauma. It’s his healing journey, and his pace is a pace he feels he can manage.

It is an option for him to return to his abusers, he has several options to choose from. Some of them you may not like, he may not like but, are ultimately his to make.

It sounds like he may want to consider speaking with his psychiatrist, or consider looking for another one.

The psychiatrist’s/therapy office is supposed to be a space where he can work towards expressing himself, feel safe, held in high esteem, accepted, and able to explore his past without fear of judgement.

If your partner feels uncomfortable talking with the psychiatrist perhaps he should tell them that. A psychiatrist should be willing to hear that.

What your partner wants to share with his psychiatrist is up to them. It’s their space and their relationship and should be honoured.

I encourage you to set boundaries regarding what you need to feel safe, stable, and emotionally healthy.

I’m uncertain what country you reside in, if it’s in the US psychiatrists tend to be more medication oriented and not therapy focused. Visits with psychiatrists tend to be 15min, while therapy sessions are 50min.

I say this as I’m uncertain as to how long your partner is seeing the psychiatrist.

Oz

[werebutch]

Ok this turned really long so. It’s a rant obv

Tbh things have just been building a lot since September and I think yesterday was just like the cherry ontop and like I’ve just been thinking soooo much about everything and every decision I’ve made everyone I’ve ever known it’s like wow I can’t live my life as me. Not like this anyway I really need to change. Bc I’m graduating in a couple months and what am I gonna do then? There’s no more after this just void that I’m gonna need to fill up with things that I HOPE are okay. Like I lost a lot of myself or just didn’t find much of myself within those 5+ Years that I’ve known this person bc I was so concerned with like. Them. And September I lost them and all of my friends because I wasn’t as good of friends with them as that person was so now they think I’m a lot worse than I am. Before then despite all of the issues going on between me and that person I had started to actually live. And socialize. And make a lot of friends. I’ve always known a lot of people but I never connected with them, but at least now I could start trying. Really hard. And I guess I didn’t realize it as much bc I was so worried about that one person it took up all of my time. All of it. Worrying and thinking and dreading. I used to fall in and out of love DRASTICALLY every other week (but either way it ended up in guilt and like breakdowns and stuff. I barely thought about anything else. But I was finally doing good socially so I didn’t care. That combined with other stuff I thought I was finally growing up I guess. Losing that person was actually really good for me but I regret not cutting ties like years ago. And now my quality of life has increased bc Im not in pain every day anymore but I have nothing to show for it. Pretty much all my friends are gone. If they’re not then I never see them or whatever whatever. Im back to anger issues and wanting to kill myself though. Bc I’m graduating. Mostly bc I’m graduating. And I have no talents and no achievements and I look weird and I don’t know what I want to do. my grades are terrible ONLY because I’m just too lazy to do anything. I know I have potential but I guess I just don’t care enough to use it. I’ve wasted away my entire life and unless I do something about it I’m going to continue wasting away forever and ever and nobody will remember me. One of my biggest flaws is that I always just want someone else to lay stuff out for me. Like directions or a path or something. And I have no idea how to get over that besides just going through this and learnin along the way, isn’t that how everyone else does it ? But it’s still scaring me. which is lame as hell. But who knows maybe I just need to drink some water like genuinely. Maybe

[girlbabyvelez]

Royals // Chapter Six

Summary: You finally tell your ladies the truth and Chris confronts you about your betrayal.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Swearing obvs

Everything from that first day seems so different yet the same. You were back to square one with Chris, he was as heartless and cold as he seemed that first day. You can’t believe you fell for his tricks, you had actually fallen for him over the past month of trying this relationship and this whole time he was playing you. You now had a dark cloud hanging over you and now you couldn’t even be hopeful about what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life.

You could feel the seamstresses measuring you for the dresses, you could feel them pull up the wedding gowns and adjusting them to your size which was easy since you stood as stiff as a board in front of the mirror, the seamstresses ensuring that the dress fit you like a glove. You should be excited and giddy about this, finding the perfect dress for your wedding day but you could only feel empty inside. You wish you could be normal, not forced into the obligations of being a royal. 

“Relax princesa.” The Queen ordered you as soon as she noticed your posture. She chalked it up to nerves. “You’ll know it’s the perfect dress as soon as you try it on so until then don’t worry.” She tells you as she steps up to you. You plaster a fake smile on as you realize that she had no idea why you were so stiff, she thought it was because you were worried over the perfect dress but in reality, you were an emotional mess inside.

“I’m sorry, your grace. I just wish my mother were here to help.” You weren’t necessarily lying, you needed your family more than ever at this time. But there were thousands of miles away from you, at home.

“They will be here mija, for the wedding of course. But you have me to figure it out.” She responded kindly. And you knew that she was just trying to step into the role of your mother but it all felt so wrong to you. Here you were, feeling anger and hateful towards her son and she was trying to welcome you into her arms. 

“Is it alright if I take a break?” You asked her, you just needed to get fresh air before you continued to put on this act. You just needed to take a moment for yourself, be able to step away from everything that was overwhelming you.

“Of course. Have your ladies join you.” The Queen softly tells you and the seamstresses take your current wedding gown off before helping you back into your intricate lilac gown. You were used to their actions and before you knew it they had you fully dressed into your daily attire and you were rushing out of the room with your ladies on your heels. 

“Y/N slow down!” You heard Alejandra loudly tell you as they tried to keep up with you. The three of them had noticed the shift in your demeanor. You weren’t the bubbly princess you became when you were with Chris anymore. No, they noticed how you no longer spoke about the prince and how quiet you had become, and even though you were physically with them it seemed your mind was elsewhere. All three of them had their own theories about what happened but they all knew everything changed the night you came back from Chris’s room after you went to search for your lost necklace. They could only guess what happened since you hadn’t seemed to open up to them yet. 

You crouch over as soon as you were outside in the garden. You felt like you couldn’t breathe properly anymore and it felt like the corset was getting tighter around your middle with every breath. Everything was beginning to overwhelm you, drown you. The wedding was coming so soon and you would truly be trapped in a loveless and painful marriage for the rest of your life, your family was thousands of miles away from you when all you needed was them, and worst of all, no one knew what you were feeling which seemed to isolate you more.

“Oh,” You hear your ladies gasp as soon as they see the state you are in. You immediately felt Alejandra’s hand find your back as she tried to soothe you. They stayed silent and tried to comfort you until you were ready to tell them what has been happening.

Once you felt your breathing even out and the overwhelming sense pass you, you stood up straight and turned to face your ladies. They all looked at you with concerned eyes, the question evident in their look. You took a deep breath to try to gather the words and courage properly. 

“That night I lost my necklace, I went to Chris’ room and saw him… with another woman.” You let out. Paola, Alejandra, and Itzel were all shocked to hear what happened, they had really thought that everything was going well between you and Chris but how wrong they were.

“What?” Itzel squeaks out, she was still trying to process what you had said.

“He cheated on me with a maid!” You said and this time it was real, before when you chose not to speak with the girls, you hadn’t felt the full wave of anger at Chris, you were mostly hurt but now you knew how much he betrayed you and your trust. “I hate him. I don’t want to marry him and I don’t want this stupid wedding.” You blurt out truthfully. 

“But princesa, the alliance-” Alejandra began but you couldn’t even let her finish because you already knew that you were going to marry Chris because of the alliance. You didn’t want to be reminded of your fate that you had no choice in. 

“I know! Okay?” You say. “He betrayed my trust and love for him. I just need some time to get used to that idea.” They just look at you with sympathy in their eyes, they understood that when you were born into a royal family, you forfeited a lot of normality that they found in their own lives.

“Okay.” Alejandra responds.

“We will help carry you through this. We’ll help with the dress and we’ll take over for the wedding planning so you aren’t overwhelmed.” Paola suggests and she wraps her arm around you. You nod at her words, maybe if they took over then you wouldn’t be feeling as much dread towards your future.

“But we should go back inside before the Queen gets suspicious.” ~

It had been almost a week since Chris had found out that you were meeting with Salazar and he hadn’t seen you the entire week. You were good at avoiding him, anytime he entered a room your ladies would surround you and lead you out, you were smart not to be alone but he needed to speak with you. 

Tonight was the perfect night, his mother was holding a dinner for the ladies, so you could make connections with the Queens from other kingdoms. He would use it to his advantage, your guard would be down and you wouldn’t be expecting him so he stood in the shadows, watching and waiting until you were alone.

He could easily pick you out of the crowd rather quickly, he saw you in your blue gown, and for a moment he forgot what was happening between you two and was mesmerized by your beauty. The dress hugged all of his favorite parts of your body and you moved with such grace. You seemed so different now compared to the night he confessed he loved you. That night your eyes were full of happiness and adoration for him but now you looked serious and deep in thought, the crease between your eyebrow was now noticeable. He could only guess that you were thinking of Salazar and your next move, and at the thought of your betrayal he was brought back to reality and the pain and anger bubbled on the surface again.

He knows that he shouldn’t care because you betrayed him but he wanted you to be okay, he wanted you alive and safe from his father. He noticed that your ladies had left your side briefly and you kept walking closer to where he stood in the shadows, this was his opportunity.

He took a step forward once you were close enough and grabbed your arm tightly. You were caught off guard by the tight grip on your arm and Chris used this to easily pull you into the shadows with him. You could feel yourself being pressed up against the hard wall, he was trapping you between him and the wall with no way to escape. Your anxious emotions were suddenly turned to 100 as you weren’t expecting to be facing him this soon and you wish you weren’t here with him.

“Are you stupid?” He questioned, his tone and question taking you back in surprise. Your eyes quickly snapped to his and you could see the intensity and hurt behind them. You felt the anger rise in you once again, he had no right to talk to you that way when he was the one who cheated and used you.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You retorted as you tried to push him away from you but he didn’t budge. Instead, it caused him to push his body closer to you, and it made you fear him for a moment but you weren’t going to show weakness in front of him.

“Really? You want to play dumb now?” He snarled, letting the anger control him now. How could you stand there in front of him and pretend to be innocent? As if your life wasn’t in danger by your actions. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You spat out, your once warm eyes now glaring at him. He rolled his eyes at your words and lowered his head towards you, he looked right into your eyes, and this time you couldn’t see the hurt instead you saw pure anger.

“You’re a traitor to the crown. You betrayed me.” He countered quietly and dangerously. His words instantly made your heart drop into your stomach, how had he found about your meeting with Salazar? “I know about Salazar. Do you want to be disowned by your family and die a traitor?”

“Shut it, Velez. I wouldn’t have gone to Salazar if you hadn’t forced me.” You snapped at him. “Telling me you love me and then go right to fucking a maid as soon as I leave.” You added and he froze at your words, he wasn’t aware that you knew about what happened that night. You took advantage of his shocked state to push him away from you, finally free from his trap. 

“Y/N I-” He began and you knew the only thing he was going to respond with was excuses to get you back into his hold, but you knew your worth was more than that. You refused to be played like a fool. You were his future Queen for goodness sake.

“No fuck you, Chris!”  You cut him off quickly, all the venom coming out with your words. You could feel your breath was coming out heavy and you knew the anger was taking control of you. “I only went to Salazar for the truth. How you have been playing me. And I’m such a fool for not seeing it. 

“That’s not-” Chris began again but you were quick to cut him off. You shook your head knowing that you held the power in this alliance, without you Ecuador would have been invaded by Colombia.

“You need me. You’ll lose your country without me!”

“And you’ll lose your head without me!” He shouted. The silence quickly overtook both of you, no longer wanting to be in each other’s presence. The air was now tense between the two of you, something you guys weren’t used to anymore. “I’m just warning you, if you pick Salazar then you will die for it,” Christopher adds as he gets closer to you once again. This time you stood straight as you faced him.

“I don’t choose Salazar. If I marry you, I only do it for my family and my country. You mean nothing to me, Velez.” You spat harshly. Chris stopped for a moment, frozen at your words. Just days ago the two of you had admitted your love for one another and now here you were shouting cold, harsh words at each other. As his eyes met yours, he could feel the resentment you held for him. Your eyes were no longer warm, kind, or loving. All he could see now was the anger behind your eyes and the cold and unwelcoming stare you had for him.

“There’s three weeks until the wedding. It’s too late to break the alliance now.” Chris reminds you. You knew he was right, the ball was rolling and it would be nearly impossible to stop. You were bound by the alliance and you just had to get used to it.

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Note: Ahhhh sorry for the delayed update lol. I had exams the past two weeks and I have another next week so I have been stressed & busy studying! I hope you like this chapter though!

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[equalseleventhirds]

if you want to talk about hades town you can do so on this because i am very much interested in your thoughts about it!

fdsfjdskfds oh anon i am at Work and when i get out of work i will be Homework but......... listen. listen.

(ok a lot of this i’ve already rambled abt in my hadestown tag but. BUT). i got into hadestown pre-broadway, which means i listened to the original cast recording from 2017 a BUNCH. and while i adore both version, there were... changes. which i feel did orpheus a disservice, and the overarching plot a disservice, but in some ways treated eurydice better by filling her out more and making her more of a revolutionary. 

anyway, i defos don’t have time for a full song-by-song comparison, and also some of the songs available for the broadway version never made it onto the release of the 2017 version, not bcos they weren’t in the show, just bcos.... idk they weren’t released? weren’t recorded? i do not pretend to know the inner workings of the music industry.

BUT of note: the major changes to epic ii. in the original, orpheus was mocking of hades (’king of a kingdom of dirt’ yo), while in the broadway version, orpheus is just singing abt hades and persephone’s history. epic iii also removes that like, ‘a king who loves everythign like a hammer loves the nail’ and ‘he comes down heavy and hard on us’, so it’s MUCH less about the workers’ resentment of hades and just. about hades and persephone.

btw fuckin miss me with that narrative abt orpheus solving global warming by reminding the ruling class that they’re in love with each other? like, i’m sure that’s more appealing to ur standard can-afford-broadway audience, and as a LOVE story it’s cool, but. just not a good lesson actually. 

also ‘living it up on top’ completely cuts out his ‘why would a man of his own free will go to work all day in the mine and the mill’ which is, y’know, callous when considering the people (like, later, eurydice) driven to work for hades, but is TARGETED at hades, who for real does not NEED to work the way he does. miss that....

we also, throughout the broadway version, get a LOT of hermes speaking for orpheus. in the original, ‘come home with me’ is orpheus convincing eurydice, while the broadway version has hermes telling her that orpheus will make her feel alive. ‘living it up on top’ also changes from persephone speaking directly to orpheus and letting him take up the ‘bless this round’ bit, to having hermes volunteer him. blah blah ‘under my wing’ blah, but having a god (again, member of the ruling class, even if this one’s helpful) speak for him? when we have a version where he speaks for himself? come ON. i am not a fan of orpheus being made helpless! let him make his decisions! let his voice be one of persuasion even BEFORE he goes to the underworld!

(this also ties into my personal take that as a demigod, the son of a muse--and you know how those muses are--orpheus’ carelessness is what originally loses him eurydice. he does not care about eating through the winter, he’s never had to worry about that bcos hermes looks after him, while eurydice has had a harsh life and knows they DO need to worry. art is all well and good, but it is also important to care for the people in your life. it’s later, when orpheus loses eurydice and must venture into the harshness of the underworld, meets the workers/the wall and has to find SOLIDARITY with them in order to stand up to hades, that he finally recognizes the value of working with others to create a better life for all. in this essay i)

i also rly miss the original ‘promises’ bcos like, while orpheus & eurydice as always-in-love is sweet, i really enjoyed the fighty version where they are both resentful & angry abt broken promises, and both acknowledge that what they originally claimed to want from the other & give to one another was both unrealistic and not what they actually wanted, eventually coming to a conclusion that was more based on reality. like. communication resulting in a healthier relationship after dealing with unrealistic expectations.... we stan.

now that i’ve gone over how i think the original was better, i did still LIKE the broadway version, and there were some improvements! most notable, eurydice’s stronger role as like, an active revolutionary (or attempted one, anyway) rather than a more passive rescue.

i genuinely adored the change of ‘anyway the wind blows’ from an intro song by the fates to eurydice singing (with the fates backing her up/singing in her ear), bcos it sets up eurydice as an average sufferer of the world the gods made, and lets us hear it in her voice, her experience, and her opinions. she is the one to say weather ain’t the way it was before--and when we later get persephone telling us ‘some might say the weather ain’t the way it used to be’, she’s dismissing eurydice’s suffering (and the suffering of all humans), bcos she’s more concerned with her own issues with hades than with how she’s impacted the world.

(also the changes made had some Interesting Implications abt persephone’s complicity in that whole ‘keep your head low’ thing, that i think is p cool, actually? like afaik the 2017 version didn’t have ‘no spring/no fall’ going on, so the fact that the broadway one DOES and yet keeps her having spring flowers & autumn leaves only to the ppl in the underworld when she arrives.... inch resting. something something the ruling class provides ‘charity’ of resources people should already have as a reward for ‘good behavior’ something.)

eurydice at the beginning is isolated. she falls in love with orpheus and decides to stay with him, but even them being together does not mean he understands her, or values the same things she does. this is evident in both versions, but in the broadway version, when eurydice goes to the underworld, she does something interesting; she tries to introduce herself to the other workers. now, i never saw the 2017 version in full, only heard the album, but in the album she signs the papers and is rejoicing that she’s ‘free’ and has to be told that she isn’t. she doesn’t really speak to the other workers, beyond this exchange about ‘freedom’. in the broadway version, she’s dejected--she did what she had to do. she knows that’s what the other workers did. and she goes to talk to them about it, bcos in spite of where they are, she wants to create a connection with her fellow workers (building solidarity! my girl!!) (also interesting: at the start of the show. she’s alone. she’s always been alone. she sings about how people always turn on you and she’s better off alone before she meets orpheus, but even after she has to leave him, she tries to make a connection with other people. oh...... character development, we love it.) she doesn’t SUCCEED, but she TRIES. which may be important in why they choose to follow HER later.

now we come to chant (reprise), wait for me (reprise), and doubt comes in, the BEST revolutionary eurydice songs in the ENTIRE show. in the 2017 version these were mostly orpheus-focused (and altho i miss the ‘he said he’s shelter us/he said he’d harbor me’ parallels from the 2017 version of chant ii, the company singing with eurydice & orpheus about ‘if i raise my voice, if i raise my head’ fucks SO HARD). eurydice sings with the workers as they’re revolting, and when they walk out of hadestown, the workers follow her. (they don’t follow orpheus, even tho that’s who eurydice is following; ‘if she can do it so can we’. she’s one of them. she’s the one they’re following. can you BELIEVE). eurydice also gets to echo (louder, stronger, and using our instead of my) orpheus’s fantastic fucking ‘i hear the walls repeating the falling of my feet and it sounds like drumming’ bit, with the workers giving her backup. god. so fucking good.

and then, again, i never saw the 2017 version, but ‘doubt comes in’ in that one is still melancholy even on eurydice’s parts; she’s hopeful, but she’s alone, entirely relying on orpheus to lead her. i did get to see the broadway version (and bro.... the production value on that.... the LIGHTS first of all, the LIGHTING, and this song in particular? all dark when orpheus sings so you can’t see eurydice, and then cut to eurydice in lights with the workers following? MY DUDE.) and eurydice’s bits in this song are triumphant. she is sure they will get out, she is dancing and turning back to the workers as she sings she is right behind him (they sing back: we are right behind you). she is following him and sure of him, and she is with the workers and they are with her.

which is part of why ‘sing it again’ does so little for me, actually? like, orpheus had his chance, and he fucked it up, and yes it’s a beautiful story and we want to think he’d do it right, but this is nothing like the end, and singing it again leaves no way to move forward. eurydice led the workers! she gave them her name, she made them care, she was their beacon of hope and what they could become (compare to their previous beacon of hope, persephone, who shows up once a year and sells them remnants of their former lives and does not try to lead them out bcos she’s too caught up in her own anger). eurydice did not make it out with orpheus, but i HAVE to imagine that she and the workers got that taste of freedom, that taste of memory, that taste of solidarity, and would not just forget it again. it becomes more than a love story, it becomes about eurydice’s position of solidarity with the other mortals (something orpheus almost gets, but fails due to insecurity and inexperience and being the outside-savior rather than one of them). and obvs that doesn’t work with the original orpheus and eurydice myth, but listen...... let them bother hades after the end. let them fucking unionize. pls it would be so GOOD i am just! i am just!!

[thefledglingdm]

completely unasked for leopika pacific rim au i came up with at work:

jaeger pilots are called hunters obvs

leorio wanted to be a hunter but then his best friend died in a kaiju attack. with the one person he trusted and wanted in his head gone, he instead joined the jaeger program and served as a medic and doctor

kurapika lost his family in a jaeger attack like in canon. he's easily the best in the academy, practically unmatched in fighting prowess and strategy, but no one is drift compatible with him bc his rage and trauma is overwhelming

but kurapika is Really Good At Fighting so he gets one of those 1 person jaegers like in pr2 and goes ham with it

kurapika is trans btw. this doesn't affect the plot but you all should know.

anyway so kurapika keeps getting into fights and pushing himself too much so he keeps ending up in the infirmary. where he meets leorio.

leorio claims to be there bc medics make Stupid Amounts of Money working for the hunter association and this drives kurapika insane bc people are dying you selfish jackass and you're trying to make a quick buck? fuck you

leorio thinks kurapika is both an annoying holier-than-thou little shit and a hazard to himself and others and that's why he can't find anyone he's drift compatible with

eventually things come to a head and leorio is like wanna fight? let's fight ill kick your ass and kurapika is like FINE let's go. so they fight and spar and they're yelling at each other and it's quick and vicious and brutal but they're matching each other hit-for-hit and they kind of hate each other but it's kind of....fun? when's the last time either of them had fun like this? and the fact that it's classless leorio/head up his ass kurapika only makes things more frustrating

they stop when they're both too exhausted to keep fighting (tho kurapika def won bh the way) and then bisky comes in like well huh how about that. let's put you two in the drift simulator and see what happens

both of them are like "😬😨🤬" but bisky wanted it so they gotta

they go in and for a minute they think nothing is happening but then they realize that they may be seeing different memories but the feelings associated with them - fear, anger, loss, grief, depression, guilt - are exactly the same

give me a leorio and kurapika who hate each other so much and seem so different but their minds are so similar, and with their minds go their hearts. give me two kids who felt so hurt and alone and lonely for so long suddenly finding each other and this unlikely friendship blossoming from there

their hurt and trauma isn't the same but it strikes a chord with one another's and they realize they really aren't so different

also affection and concern and worry bc leorio is still working too hard between his jaeger catch-up training and kurapika is still going on missions solo

also gon and killua are there and they are jaeger partners obvs

anyway then they do go out for a fight they're just rad and amazing

at the end they're fighting the kaiju that killed kurapika's family and their jaeger was half-destroyed and kurapika wants to save leorio so he ejects him and pilots on his own and almost died

leorio pilots his own jaeger and saved kurapika bc Nope Asshole You're Not Dying To Avoid This Conversation

yeah pacific rim au

[thefangirlingdead]

Prompt!! Dave (in modern time) not being used to affection in public bc obvs with his original time period. He eventually adjusts, but somebody makes a homophobic remark towards him and Klaus that sends him into a panic. Cue protective Klaus.

OH SHIT. I AM ALL ABOUT THIS. 

Here’s something that I intended to be a little Drabble but ended up being much longer. Let’s just say for the sake of this lil’ ficlet that the apocalypse never happened and Klaus has a little bit more control over his powers after his time in Vietnam. (also I wrote this while kind of day drunk on a Friday afternoon SO DON’T CRITIQUE IT TOO HARD)

“It’s a little different than the disco, huh?” Klaus asks, glancing back in Dave’s direction with a sly, wicked little grin. He’s pulling him by the hand through the vibrant, loud club, his voice barely audible over the thumping of the bass-heavy music, but the glint in his eyes accented in the neon lights.

Dave had been the one to suggest going out a few weeks ago, but Klaus knew that he didn’t anticipate this when he asked to see the types of clubs that Klaus frequented. And to think, this one is a little more tame than some of his other regular stomping grounds. This club in particular is actually rather small, the majority of the room taken up by a spacious dance floor and long bar that stretches from one end to the other. There’s a small balcony that overlooks the crowd, but Klaus rarely hangs up there. No, he’d rather be on the dance floor, letting loose, losing himself in the music, dancing with someone special. Someone like -

Dave. Dave, who pauses as Klaus drags him through the club, hesitating long enough that is catches Klaus’ attention and causes him to turn, shooting him a concerned gaze, head cocked just slightly to the side.

“You good?” he asks, just to make sure. Sometimes, the loud noises are rough. Sometimes, crowds can be too much. Even a few months past Vietnam, even a few months since Klaus brought Dave back to 2019, there are still some scars that run too deep, some battle wounds that still need healing. He gets it, because he feels them too.

So when Dave pauses, pulling Klaus’ arm taut, Klaus is quick to check in with him, to make sure he’s okay.

“Yeah,” Dave assures with a nod, but Klaus doesn’t miss that it seems like he’s trying to convince himself. “Yeah I’m good, I just - I’m not used to… this.” Dave motions between himself and Klaus, then, at the junction of their hands, and Klaus quickly understands. In return, he offers Dave a gentle smile, taking a few steps toward him to close the gap between their bodies and get close enough to speak over the thumping music.

“Hey…” he murmurs gently, and for a split second, they’re the only two people in the club. Dave is the only person who matters, and Klaus is determined to make him feel comfortable. Sure, Klaus wants to share this part of his life with Dave, but he also wants to make sure Dave has fun. If he isn’t enjoying this, they can leave. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he assures, “If you’d rather go somewhere else, do something a little more low-key, that’s cool too.”

“No,” Dave insists with a shake of his head, offering Klaus a tight, reassuring smile, even as Klaus laces their fingers together, one hand reaching up to brush a stray curl from his forehead. “No, I want to - I mean, you wanted to come here and -”

“And it doesn’t matter what I want,” Klaus insists, “We’re not staying here if you’re not comfortable.”

Dave swallows, but he doesn’t balk away from Klaus’ intimate touch, nor his searching eyes. “No I’m - it’s just… an adjustment, is all,” he says at last, “I know you keep saying things are different now, but it’s just hard to believe sometimes, you know?”

“I know,” Klaus agrees. His hand drifts, thumb brushing Dave’s cheek, fingers tickling the short hairs at the back of his neck. “And I know I seem to have a pretty blasé attitude about everything, but I promise, we’re safe here.”

Then, with a smirk, Klaus adds, “I’m pretty sure I’ve seen people practically fucking on this dance floor before. We’ll be okay. I promise.”

And finally, Dave cracks a smile, rolling his eyes at Klaus’ words. “Well, I’m not trying to -”

“Hey, how about we just see where the night takes us…” Klaus teases with a wink. “Do you want to get a drink?”

And that’s how Klaus and Dave end up about three drinks deep, dancing close together among a swirling mass of bodies on the dance floor to some song that Klaus loves and Dave has certainly never heard before. It takes a little bit for him to fully come out of his shell, but once he does, he seems like he’s in his element, hands on Klaus’ hips, lips just brushing his on the dance floor. That’s how Klaus ends up winding his arms around Dave’s shoulders, leaning forward to press a passionate kiss to his lips and that’s how, ten minutes later, Klaus ends up pressed against the wall in the hallway near the bathrooms, arms pinned above his head, Dave hard against him, uncaring of whoever might see.

“Now that’s more like it,” Klaus murmurs in between kisses, a smirk spread across his face before their lips crash together again and god, when he first met Dave, the sweet little momma’s boy, the same man who actually asked before kissing him for the first time, he never thought he’d find himself here, pinned up against the wall of a club, getting the life kissed out of him.  But here they are, Dave easily pressing both of his wrists together against the wall with one hand, the other sturdy on his chest, Klaus struggling to keep his composure, struggling not to drag Dave into the bathroom and have his way with him.

They’ve come a long way since they first met, since they first realized that the feeling was mutual, and Klaus wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s already a miracle that Dave agreed to take the leap and come here with him, that they managed to survive this long, so Klaus can’t help the way he kisses Dave back as if he’ll disappear any second, as if he’s surprised that he’s still holding onto him, forgetting the world around them for a few moments and just focusing on Dave.

So it’s no surprise that Klaus doesn’t notice the group of men approaching them, that he doesn’t register their jeers and hateful slurs until they’re a little too close for comfort. And then, just as fast as he’s there, Dave is gone. With his attention focused on Dave - his lips, his hands, his body - Klaus doesn’t notice when some stranger purposefully shoulder-checks him as they come out of the bathroom. He doesn’t notice until they’re shoving Dave backwards and Klaus hears the end of some insult hurled at him -

“…fucking faggot.”

“Sorry -” Dave starts to mutter, but not before Klaus is moving, acting on instinct, his emotions taking over.

Klaus takes a step in front of Dave, putting his arm out as if to stop him from moving. “No, don’t be sorry,” he bites, loud enough for the stranger to hear him over the loud thumping of the club’s music, “This asshole should be sorry!”

And the stranger, the guy who Klaus didn’t even see because he’d been too busy kissing Dave, turns on his heel, eyes narrowed in Klaus’ direction, a smirk spread across his ugly fucking face.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

The man (and his two friends) steps forward, but just as he does, Klaus moves on instinct, acting before he thinks. He reaches a hand out, clenching it into a fist and the stranger freezes in place.

“I said,” Klaus growls, “That you should be sorry.”

The man’s expression quickly changes from anger to horror, his features transforming in the blink of an eye. And while Klaus despises using his powers like this - he only did it once or twice in Vietnam and it was awful - he doesn’t even hesitate when it comes to Dave.

“What are you doing to me, you freak?” The stranger cries, his voice terrified, strained. He tries to move, but Klaus keep him in place.

“You might want to watch what you’re saying,” Klaus mutters, voice barely audible over the sound of the music, but he knows that the man hears him. He knows, and with a slight flick of his wrist, the stranger is falling to his knees, unable to control his own body.

And god, Klaus hates his powers sometimes, but right now, it feels right. It feels just. Because shit, it’s 2019, and this idiot shouldn’t be talking to him and Dave like that, because this asshole deserves to learn a lesson.

But then, Dave’s voice is cutting through the noise in Klaus’ head, and the moment is broken.

“Klaus…” Dave sounds worried, he sounds upset, and the sound of his name on his lover’s lips breaks his concentration, it has his concentration breaking and the stranger scrambling to his feet and scurrying away without another word.

It isn’t until he’s gone that Klaus registers the gentle hand on his arm, the soft voice in his ear. “Klaus, I’m right here, come back to me -”

And Klaus shakes himself out of it, coming back down into his body, back to earth.

“Fuck,” Klaus mutters, shaking his head before he turns back to Dave, “Sorry, I just got carried away and -”

He stops speaking, however, when he spies the wide-eyed look on Dave’s face, just on the verge of panic, and -

“Oh shit,” Klaus gasps, reaching forward to touch Dave gently, pulling him close. He knows that look, because he’s seen it on himself before, has seen it in the mirror, just on the verge of a breakdown, and god, he hates seeing it on Dave, but he’s not surprised.

Without thinking, Klaus grabs Dave by the arm and pulls, dragging him into the nearby bathroom, away from the gaze of onlookers and away from the loud music pulsing throughout the club. And shit, Klaus doesn’t have any excperience in dealing with something like this - hell, he’s not even quite sure how to deal with it on his own - but he assumes that Dave needs a quiet space, that he doesn’t need to chaos of the club or the audience of strangers. If it were Klaus, he’d want quiet, so he tries to find that for Dave, secluded in the bathroom, alone, even if just for a few moments.

Whenever Klaus has dealt with the panic that he currently sees in Dave’s eyes himself, he’s only ever seen it in the mirror, staring right back at him. He’s never seen it on someone else, and honestly, it’s kind of terrifying. He doesn’t know what to do, but he tries to stay level headed for Dave.

He doesn’t know quite how to comfort someone, so Klaus lets them both slump to the ground, his hands hovering just over Dave’s arms, unsure of what to do. When he reaches out to touch, though, Dave jerks back, as if Klaus’ touch burns, and Klaus suddenly understands. Or, well, he thinks he does.

“Shit. Shit, shit,” Klaus mutters, backing up slightly where he’s crouched on the ground, hands raised in a placating gesture, as if to say he means no harm, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, back there. I just - they can’t just talk to you like that and -”

“No,” Dave croaks out at last, shaking his head. His voice is breathless, barely there, just on the verge of a panic attack, but it sounds like a scream to Klaus’ ears. He reaches forward, gripping Klaus’ wrist before he can pull away fully, stopping him in place, “No, Klaus. That’s not it. I just - it reminded me of back… before we met, I was out with a guy once and - I - we -”

Oh. Oh.

“Ooooh. Shit,” Klaus mutters, sitting back on his heels at the realization of what Dave’s words imply.

He’s been through this before. He thought he was safe, and the same fucking thing happened.

Klaus isn’t dense. He knows what Dave means, and it’s insane, seeing someone like Dave, such a strong person, such an adept fighter, a fucking soldier reduced to this because of some shitty, homophobic comments from some stranger, because of something that happened to him in the past. Because of that fucking world, and close-minded assholes and the 60’s… and shit, Klaus had been the one to convince him that he was safe here, and look what happened.

“Fuck,” Klaus mutters again, “I’m sorry, Dave. I shouldn’t have pushed you into this, I -”

But Dave is quick to interrupt Klaus before he can finish his thought. “No,” he repeats, “It’s not you. Shit, Klaus, it’s not you. It’s just… a lot, is all. I know things are different now, but it’s still hard, hearing that and -”

And Klaus doesn’t let Dave finish before he’s pulling him close, embracing Dave on the floor in some shitty club bathroom, and fuck anyone who can see them like this, open and vulnerable and helplessly in love.

[tintinwrites]

tonight | Poe Dameron x Reader | Part Six (The End)

A/N: I told you this was loosely based on West Side Story, didn’t I?

Rating: T

Warning: Character (?) death. Naughty language.

Word count: 2,332, apparently!!

Summary: You, a First Order officer, and Poe Dameron, the best pilot in the Resistance, are drawn to each other from the moment you meet. Very loosely based on West Side Story, which is obvs based on Romeo and Juliet.

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You knew exactly where you were and who you were with when you woke up in the morning, having dreamed of it all night so your mind wouldn't let you forget.

The hum you gave was as happy as it was sleepy, and you rolled over in search of the man you'd spent the night with. Your hand met wrinkled sheets that were warm enough to tell you someone had been laying there not too long ago.

You opened one eye, then the other one, finding Poe standing near the bed and putting his clothes on.

His gaze met yours the moment you looked at him and he grinned, moving to lean across the bed so he could give you a sweet kiss.

"Good morning."

"Good morning." You stretched and put your hand to the rough stubble on his cheek.

He gave you another quick kiss and pulled away, continuing to get dressed.

You rolled onto your back and, suddenly aware of your chest bared to the world as you watched him put on more and more clothes, pulled the sheet up to cover yourself. "What are you setting out to do?"

"I called for reinforcements." He could see the slightly panicked look on your face out of the corner of his eye. "Don't worry, one of them's Finn. I want to make sure nothing happens on the way back to base, you know? I gotta go meet up with them and let them know what the plan is." He sat at the edge of the bed, tugging his boots on.

"I should come." You moved to get out of the bed.

"I don't think so." He looked at you, his brow slightly furrowed with concern. "It could be dangerous. I want you to wait by my ship around back until I come to get you, got it?"

"Got it," you submitted easily because you would be pretty angry if you came all this way to fuck it up at the last minute by walking around like the First Order might not be looking for you.

He gave you another kiss and then another. "I'm gonna be ten minutes tops. Then I'm coming back to get you, we fly out of here, and if all goes well, you're a member of the Resistance."

You smiled, watching him walk to the door and cautiously walk out, shutting it with a soft click. There was no sound of a struggle or anything, so you laid back down for a moment.

You were so happy to have Poe and to be gaining your freedom, but you were a little scared now that it was really happening.

It would be worth it when you had him and the galaxy all to yourself.

Perhaps the First Order didn't consider you important enough to go after anyway, and the trip would be entirely normal.

You decided you may as well get dressed rather than lay there doing nothing.

After putting your clothes on and tightly securing your boots, you carefully made your way out of the room and around the hotel. There was a ship model you'd never seen before, big enough for more than two if a handful of people needed to squish in there for some reason.

You ran your hand over the worn metal, wondering if the Resistance had the ship for a long time or if it was gotten secondhand.

"The First Order would never own something so broken and pitiful." That thought had been running through your head, but you heard it in General Hux's voice.

Eyes widening, you spun around to see him standing there with his hands clasped behind his back, and you stumbled into the side of the ship.

"Are you truly afraid of me?" He asked incredulously as if he hadn't threatened you before and as if you didn't know how cruel he was. "Why would I ever hurt you?"

"I...I..." You wanted to say because he cared about nothing more than power, because you knew you didn't matter, but you were too terrified to lash out at him.

"You didn't think any less of us until he put ideas into your head. What did he ask for in return for saving you?" It almost seemed like he knew every detail of what you'd been doing with Poe, like he had known about this all along and had been listening in somehow. "Hm? Your innocence?" The look on your face changed enough to tell him he was correct. "Oh, and you gave it to him, didn't you? Foolish girl. You were warned all your life about those scum! They're selfish creatures who act based on their primal urges."

"They aren't," you managed to say with a little bite, though your eyes still held absolute fear in them.

"You were being manipulated from the moment he laid eyes on you." Hux had slowly been advancing towards you, distracting you with his hurtful words. "And you gave into it like a desperate whore."

"You sure about that, Hugs?" A new, familiar voice had you both looking over to see Poe standing there with his blaster at the ready. "Or are you thinking of yourself? I don't really get off on manipulating girls like you do."

Before either of you could even blink, Hux grabbed your arm and yanked you to his side, shoving his own blaster against your ribs. "I dare you to take a shot, scum."

Poe was visibly worried about your well-being, but he kept his composure like the professional he was. "If you think I'm afraid to kill you, guess again."

"I believe I should do the killing. Rid the galaxy of such a nuisance."

"Let her go and live a normal life, and you can kill me in whatever way you want to."

"No!"

Hux smirked at your protest and mulled over the idea despite the fact that he had intended to turn it down with a laugh at first. "Is that so?" He hummed. "I could always just kill you both."

Poe tightened his grip on his blaster; he didn't dare to shoot in fear that the man who held you would react too quickly and you would pay for his attack. "I don't think your mom would be very proud of you for that. Whoever she is."

You could feel Hux's anger as he held in your arm in a bruising grip.

"I advise you not to mention subjects which you know nothing about!"

"Did I hit a little nerve? Maybe you should kill me for it."

Poe was giving you these looks of I'm distracting him, run, and you might have had a chance to shove your ex-general away and take cover behind the ship while they fought.

But both men had equal chances of winning, and if Hux managed to get the perfect shot in first...you couldn't leave Poe to die when you were the reason he was doing any of this. He was doing this to save you.

"Don't kill him," you whispered, looking away from Poe's frustrated, begging gaze.

"Perhaps I will."

"You keep saying that, but you're not doing anything to me. Thinking about your mom and how disappointed she is?" Poe seemed to struggle slightly with mentioning moms and disappointment in one sentence.

"You are treading a dangerous line, rebel!"

"I don't know, maybe you're just more sensitive than you let on, Hugs."

"That's enough!"

"You're just a regular mama's boy."

A shot went off and the look on Poe's face changed from false smugness to absolute horror.

Your pain was hardly anything at first, before it bloomed into a sharp burning so intense that you were slumping in Hux's grip.

He released you and backed away to let you fall to the ground, looking at you in shock at his own actions.

Poe lowered his blaster for a moment. "No, no, no! You said you would kill me!" The desperation in his yells would have broken your heart if you weren't struggling to catch your breath in between surges of pain.

"I...believe I just did." Hux's voice was as surprised as his face, and perhaps there was a hint of self-reproach somewhere beneath his tone. He looked up in time to see Poe lifting his blaster again. He dodged a shot expertly and ran off around the building, leaving the pilot firing uselessly at a target that wasn't there.

"Damn it! Y/N?" He was on his knees beside you, dropping his blaster to the dirt. "Fuck, baby, let me look at you."

It wasn't as if you could stop him from pulling you closer.

He tugged at your shirt, trying to get the best look he could at your wound.

"It's not..." He hesitated. "It's not bad. If we can get you back to the Resistance, we have really good med droids that can patch you right up."

"It hurts." You grabbed onto his shirt as you searched for any sort of comfort.

"Hey, Poe?" Finn, BB-8, and a few pilots had stepped around the corner of the building, having been told by Poe not to intervene unless he gave them a signal. Finn only had to survey the situation for a second before he realized what had happened in connection with the commotion he could hear, and he quickly held his arms out to keep the pilots back.

"I know it hurts, but I gotta get you in my ship so we can get out of here." He slid one arm under your legs and the other under your back, starting to lift you.

"I can't!" Your cry of pain made him quickly set you back down, though he hadn't even lifted you an inch off of the ground.

"You can. It's gonna hurt for just a few seconds and then you can lay down."

"Poe, I can't." You emphasized that word with meaning that he could easily understand, tears in your eyes.

"No, baby, you can't give up on me. I have to show you the galaxy. I'm gonna show you every single thing, all the things you don't know to ask for."

You released his shirt with some effort, spreading your palm to feel his heartbeat quick against your hand. "You've shown me more than I could ever dream of. I didn't know there was so much..." You smiled, and winced, and looked up at him with questioning eyes. "What does love feel like, Poe?"

Your question seemed to surprise him in the current moment, and he gave a soft, teary laugh in his confusion. "I don't know, kid."

"I think...it feels like you." You pressed your hand harder into his chest, struggling to feel the hard beating even though you knew it was there. "Selfless. Caring. Warm. You are made up of nothing but love."

"I'm sorry." He lowered his tear-filled gaze.

"Don't be sad." You weakly cupped his cheek to bring his eyes back to yours.

"I was supposed to save you." He reached up to grasp your hand. "Aren't you sad?"

"I'm angry."

"Why angry?"

"Why was I destined to meet you and love you when I would barely get any time with you?"

"I don't know."

You closed your eyes, smiling slightly. "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Poe moved his hand off yours to stroke your face, making you look up at him. "Don't go?" He asked in such a soft voice that told you that you were not the first person to leave him.

"I wish...I could stay." Perhaps you were a bit sad, as a tear fell from your eye. "Thank you for helping me live."

"I'd do it again." Your hand slid down his face, then it fell completely. "Y/N?"

You were staring at him as if he weren't there. He touched your neck where a pulse should be found, and felt nothing.

He immediately gathered you up in his arms and pressed a kiss to your head, burying his face in your hair to hide his tears. "I'm sorry, sweetheart."

BB-8 rolled up behind him and gave a series of sad, low beeps. Poe made it well-known to those closest to him what you were like and how he felt about you, and the little droid heard the most of it.

Finn heard second most of it, and had his own layer of sadness since he had known you a little before Poe even did. You were the one person in the First Order who didn't scare the hell out of him. You deserved to get out of there and while he supposed you did, this wasn't how it was supposed to go.

"Hey, Poe." He knelt down, placing a comforting hand on the pilot's shoulder. "We can take her back to the base and...I can take her if you need me to..."

"I can take her," Poe interrupted. He looked down at you and shifted your position, standing up carefully so he wouldn't jostle you too much. "I was supposed to save her."

"You did. She's free."

"I guess." He carried you into the ship and laid you down in the safest spot he could find, gently stroking your hair.

Maybe you were free.

Or maybe you were just dead.

He didn't really know how it all worked.

All he knew was that he wanted you there and he wanted to show you everything.

He wanted to kiss you a hundred times.

He wanted to thank you for making him remember there was more to life outside of the war.

Most of all, he wanted to tell you that you were wrong.

He wasn't made up of nothing but love.

You were.

There was so much darkness and yet the smallest light broke through all of it, even if it was destined to be snuffed out eventually.

He took his time flying back to the base, looking at the stars differently now.

Looking for you.

[bumblbytrash]

My Just Right™️ Theory

So I know I’m not the only one who thinks Blake is Baby Bear. Or at least I hope I’m not alone.

I mean then again I literally never really see anyone else posting about it other than people reblogging my posts so fucking maybe.

But I’m really latched onto this head canon and y’all better buckle up cause I’ve got new thoughts to add to this crackpot theory.

Now, I’ve made a semi lengthy post about this already, which can be found here, and y’all should really go read that first bc I’m gonna gloss over what over already talked about and y’all will be confused. Now that post really only talks about Blake’s introduction as Baby Bear. But now I’ve got for y’all all the reasons how Blake fills the role of Baby Bear/ being Just Right™️ for Yang.

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The first thing I wanna to clarify with y’all is the basics of Goldilocks and the three bears. Just cause I’m obv gonna talk about symbolism that I’m pulling from quite a lot and I want us all on the same page. So,

Goldilocks vs Papa Bear: porridge is too hot, bed is too stiff. Angry and mean, or passionate and protective.

Mama Bear: porridge is too cold, bed is too soft. Distant and bracing, or level headed and receptive.

But then Baby Bear’s stuff is Just Right™️. Y’all starting to get why I’ve also latched on to “Just Right™️”?

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Second thing I’m gonna come right out and clarify is that yes. I am aware that Junior’s name means Baby Bear. Actually his name means Black Bear, the nickname Junior is what makes it Baby Black Bear. But I’m imagining the titles being a little flexible and applicable to multiple characters.

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So cool, Yang fought two Ursai, one was “hot headed” and aggressive, attacked her up front. The other was a more “cool headed” passive one that watched at first, and the poof, Blake.

Baby Bear. But I wanna take it a step further. So let’s look at team RWBY

Papa Bear = Ruby. Yes I know, the Yang is far more hot headed and fiery than ruby but hear me out. In the scene immediately following Blake’s introductionas Baby Bear, we see Ruby rum into a situation without much thought. She makes a hot headed move to attack without double checking her surroundings and fucks up Weiss’ shot. Then, in the ensuing argument, Ruby loses her temper and cuts down a tree. That’s some pretty hot porridge right there.

Mama Bear = Weiss. I means come on, she’s literally called the ice queen. In the scene after Blake’s introduction as Baby Bear, Weiss is shown being ice cold and honestly a total bitch. She’s literally standing there surrounded by beowolves, slowly going down a check list. I’m not here to say that proper form isn’t important but woman. Don’t wait for the second ice age. Then after Ruby beats her to the punch she starts an argument and she’s really cold. Saying to Ruby that no, she’s not perfect but she’s leagues better than her. That porridge is FROZEN.

Baby Bear = Blake. Y’all. Do I even have to say it? They’re literally perfect for each other. Blake is Just Right™️ in so many ways. Blake’s the person that Yang has the deepest connection with. Blake’s the one who laughs/smiles the most at Yang’s stupid jokes or really even just at Yang because she’s there. Yang strives for Blake’s approval, she immediately tears up and visibly breaks down the second it seems like Blake doesn’t trust/believe her. And when Blake asks Yang to promise to her specifically, in return for Blake’s trust, Yang doesn’t even hesitate for a second. Makes eye contact and promises. Blake’s also like, the only person to show worry or concern over Yang in a fight. Then, after being separated from each other for around a year, they just fall back into sync as it nothing ever kept them apart. Sure, they had a bump of two I’m looking at you apathy barn but they were just that bumps that’s they got over in a snap.

I mean shit, even the color scheme lines up for team RWBY.

Next we get to look at our in-world family of bears: The Belladonna’s

Kali Belladonna. Y’all look at this sweet bean and tell me she isn’t the softest Mama Bear to ever soft.

Kali Belladonna isn’t ice cold in the way that Weiss is, she’s more cool and soft. She does silly things, teases her daughter about the boy that followed her home and doesn’t hesitate for a second to wrap her daughter up in a bear hug.

And damn if Ghira Belladonna isn’t intimidating as all shit

Ghira Belladonna is a damned force to be reckoned with. This man is the very definition of a hot headed, protective Papa Bear. Y’all cannot convince me other wise if you tried.

The Belladonna’s are admittedly a fav and I’m really just including them cause I can and it fits sooooooooo. Moving on:

So the last thing I wanna talk to y’all about is Yang’s abandonment issues. How we’ve seen it played out in the show and how it fits into my Baby Bear!Blake theory. And yes, I know this is reaching. Like shit, my spine popped, I was reaching so far up to this shelf but hear me out.

Yang has canonically been abandoned 3 times.

The first time was her birth mother, Raven Branwen.

Now we can only speculate on why Raven really left. Yang also, has no idea why Raven left, a fact that hit us over the head in V2. So for Yang’s entire life (tho she got some closure in V5) Yang has just built up bitterness and anger toward her mother. “How dare she leave, how could she just go, abandon her family like that.”

The second time was Summer Rose. But Summer didn’t chose to leave.

I mean yes she chose to leave for the mission, but she fully planned on returning. She was killed. The was a fight, a slip up, an accident, and Summer couldn’t make it back home. Yang more than likely spent her years wishing that maybe she or Tai or Qrow or anyone would have just gone with her, made sure that Summer was alright. Summer didn’t leave, she was taken away inexplicably and Yang would have felt sad. Lost and cold without her mother’s guidance.

The third time was Blake. And yes, our baby girl fucked up when she left, I’m not here to deny that.

So during the fall of beacon, Yang finds Blake on the ground under Adam who has just stabbed her. Keep in mind, Yang has spent the majority of her life wishing she or literally any one could have been there to save Summer. Wishing that someone could have prevented her loved one from being ripped away from her. And now, Blake is about to be killed in front of Yang’s very eyes.

Y’all damn know she flipped her shit. She is CRYING as she launches herself at Adam, so blinded by her need to make to Blake, to be there in time, to save her life. Y’all also know that she failed, pretty miserably in fact. But Blake didn’t care. She only cared that Yang had come at all, and was upset with herself for having brought Yang into her world of trauma. So she left. She left because she thought that that would protect Yang.

What’s different about Blake leaving is that she’s the only person who actually chose Yang. Sure the message didn’t come across to Yang right away, but that’s what happened. Blake chose Yang’s safety over her own safety, well being, and happiness.

And I know, I know, that what t probably hurt Yang more than anything was that Blake chose to leave her behind, like Raven had. Yang ultimately made her peace with Summer because that was out of anyone’s control. But Blake? We see in volume 5 we see that Yang is very VERY upset that Blake left. When Ruby tells Yang she wishes Blake was with them, Yang lashes out. Ruby pushed farther, prying, trying to force Yang into wanting Blake there and Yang snaps, of only for a moment.

Her eyes burn red and she is LIVID. Yang eventually gets up and sulks in her room while carressing Blake’s image in a group photo. And then, enter Weiss. Weiss says nothing as she enters the room. Just sits and lets Yang rant. Once Yang’s down Weiss speaks. Talks about her own traumas and her own family issues. And finally talks to Yang and convinces her to try and see things from Blake’s perspective.

I mean shit. The poor girl did her absolute best to remain distant, to keep her secrets, to keep her past away from the rest of them. But she opened up to Yang, they became very close friends and at some point (I’m looking at you Burning the Candle) it became a little more flirtatious and romantic. Then with all this going on, Adam appears of literally nowhere and maimes the one person in all of Beacon that Blake has truly opened up to. And like let’s not fucking forget that Blake is also the only person we see Yang open up to. I mean we see her open up to Weiss, but she’s literally opening up about her pain from Blake leaving soooooooo.

The last thing that sets Blake apart in this cycle of the three bears, and the reason why she gets to be Baby Bear/ Just Right™️ is because BLAKE CAME BACK.

This girl, who is notorious for running from her problems, to the point that her semblance which is an extension of her own soul, is literally a mechanism to run away, SHE CAME BACK.

Blake came back to Yang. And she’s promised she’s never going anywhere again. And Yang believes her, Yang trusts her, and y’all can damn well believe Yang LOVES her.

So yea. Blake’s Baby Bear. She’s Just Right™️ for Yang. Try and change my mind. You can’t.

This post has gotten really long, and I do have more thoughts, but maybe in another post cause again, this is already a fucking full length essay.

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