#do you think subconsiously he felt it was safe to pass out in front of the kkomas because theyre all yjh? because on several occasions he's

[headphonemouse]

Ch. 427

Shin Yoosung pulling out premature grey hair on my head tackled the boy immediately.

I can't believe I forgot about kdj's premature grey hairs. Post epilogue dokjoong bald4bald

[procrastinatorimagines]

Walls

Fandom: The 100

Character/s: Murphy x Reader

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 1,592

Request:  So, I read that John Murphy Fic you posted a while ago and ah, so amazing!!. I have a request for him as well. Can you write something where reader sees him cry for the first time and hes embarrassed but reader just comforts him?

It took you a second to realise where the noise was coming from, stopping just short of the door to your room as you tried to listen to faint sounds of... crying? It sounded like it was coming from the room next to yours. but you stopped for a little bit longer to check, unsure of what to do. If it was anyone else’s room, you would have knocked to check if they were okay, but that room was Murphy’s. 

You’d never see Murphy cry before, he always maintained such a nonchalant front that you had no idea if he’d even want you to know he was crying right now, let alone go and check on him. Technically no one was supposed to be back yet, so he was supposed to be alone, and clearly he hadn’t heard you come in otherwise he would have stopped by now. 

You sighed, deliberating whether to just go into your room and pretend you hadn’t heard him, he’d probably appreciate it if you did, but you felt a pang of guilt just thinking about leaving him alone to cry in his room, so you turned back to his door, hesitating for a second before knocking lightly. 

There was movement in the room as the sound stopped, and you could hear him clear his throat and probably wipe his face as the foot steps got closer to the door. Murphy was more than a little surprised to see you when he opened it, but he masked that quickly and you tried not to stare at his puffy eyes.

“Hey Y/N, didn’t think anyone would be back for a while,” he noted casually, leaning against the doorframe like nothing had been wrong. You hadn’t actually thought of what you were going to say to him, so you stood in silence for a second before he continued, “do you need something?” He looked a you a little suspiciously.

“Are you okay?” You asked cautiously, aware of how easily Murphy shut down when he didn’t want to talk to someone, especially about how he felt. 6 years together on the Ark had taught you that much and you didn’t want him to close off now, especially if there was something wrong.

“Course, why wouldn’t I be?” He replied, a little bit of nervousness slipping into his voice at the end, probably as he realised he didn’t know how long you’d been back, but he seemed to be sensing that you’d heard more than he would have liked.

“It’s just... well I heard-” Oh you were butchering this, you silent scolded yourself as you watched his face fall slightly.

“I said I’m fine Y/N,” he snapped back a little more forcefully than necessary, a fact which he seemed to realise as his gaze softened slightly. “Sorry, I’m just- I’m fine,” he repeated, but you weren’t convinced. 

Crossing your arms you stared back at Murphy, showing him that you weren’t going anywhere as you stood firm outside his door. “You were crying Murphy,” you said pointedly, trying a new and more direct approach this time.

“I wasn’t crying,” he tried to laugh, like the very thought was obsurd, but you held your ground.

“Cold water,” you told him, expanding on that as he looked back at you in confusion, “helps with the red eyes.” He subconsiously reached for his face, pulling his hand back when he realised what he was doing, an embarrassed look on his face as he avoided your eyes.

“It was nothing,” he tried, clearly eager to shut the door on you as he hand went to the handle. 

You put your hand out to stop him, “John-” He shook his head, being as stubborn as ever as he cut you off.

“Drop it Y/N,” he said firmly, meeting your eyes this time. He looked sad, distant, almost lost and it made your heart ache. You and Murphy had had your differences, but you cared about him, probably a little more than you’d like to admit, and you hated seeing him like this.

“No.” You said simply, keeping a hand on the door so he couldn’t close it. After short staring, well glaring, contest, seemingly about who could be more stubborn than the other, he sighed and let do of his part of the door, allowing it to open fully.

Taking a step back he made his way into the main part of the room and sat on the edge of his bed, you following in after him a second later and closing the door behind you.

“You really are a pain in my ass,” he grumbled, running his hands over his face as you grinned, heading over to his sink to grab a cold cloth and passing it to him without saying a word. He nodded slightly in thanks and you pulled over what looked like a reading chair from the corner of the room, sitting opposite Murphy as he gently dabbed his eyes. 

“Abby?” You guessed, thinking back to the complete shock you remembered seeing on his face when he found out what Russell had done to Clarke’s mother, something that Jackson had publicly blamed him for too. You’d all been through a lot, done a lot, but Murphy had been keeping it all in for such a long time... you weren’t surprised that his feelings were starting to leak out, whether he wanted them to or not.

He nodded slightly, confirming what you already knew, and put his head in his hands. “I didn’t want you to see me like this, or anyone” he admitted, “John Murphy crying? I’d never live that down.” You were tempted to put a hand on his shoulder but thought better of it as you contemplated what to say to him.

“Everybody cries John,” you said, “it’s nothing to be ashamed about.” Lord knows you’d done it plenty since... well, since your firsy days on the ground. But then you’d never had Murphy’s reputation, never had to put up such an appearance, build such a wall, that there were no room for real feelings. 

He huffed, looking up to face you, “Of course it is, and I hate it. I hate what I’ve done, what I did, how I feel, it’s weak and embarrassing-” He trailed off, so full of anger at himself.

“It’s not weak,” you countered, hating that he felt that way about himself. He wasn’t alone, you’d all been hurt, and you’d certainly all hurt in return, given as good as you’d got, but Murphy had a habit of isolating himself like he was some kind of island.

“Sure about that?” It was meant to be rhetorical, but there was something in his eyes that made you think some part of him did want an answer. He may act indestructable, but he was just as human as everyone else, and everyone needed someone to talk to, someone who would listen, comfort them. 

Murphy had been without that for so long that he felt the need to push everything down, and everyone away, but you wouldn’t let him do that to you, you resolved.

“I am sure, just as sure as I am that talking about how you feel, allowing yourself to feel, is a hell of a lot healthier than locking it away in some box in your mind,” you explained to him, “there’s only so much space in that box John before it starts to overflow and consume you. You could talk to me, let it out, breathe a little.” 

He didn’t respond straight away, but you knew he was listening as he mulled over the words you had spoken. “What if I’m not quite ready for that yet?” His voice was quiet, raw, and you were glad he was looking down at his hands as he spoke so he wouldn’t see you blink away tears that were forming in your eyes at how much he was hurting.

“Then you’re not really yet,” you reached out tentatively and put your hand on his. He tensed but he didn’t make any more to pull away so you carried on, “but when you are, I’m here, judgement free, I promise.”

He looked up and you and smiled tightly in appreciation, a tear falling down his cheek just as you heard noise from downstairs. You both jumped at the noise, and Murphy quickly pulled his hand from yours and stood up, taking a breath before returning to his usual demeanor at the flip of a switch.

“Guess we should probably go down,” he said, throwing the cloth back onto the sink and checking his face in the mirror quickly for any evidence of what was just happening. 

“Yeah, we probably should,” you went to follow him out the room, wishing you’d had more time to talk but knowing that when he was ready, he’d come to you, you hoped. He opened the door, pausing for a second to look back at you, face unreadable for a second and he shook his head, deciding not to say whatever it was that he was going to say as he continued out the door.

“Hey,” you caught his hand, stopping him for a second as he faced you again, “secret’s safe we me Murphy,” you grinned, winking at him as you headed past him to the stairs at the end of the hall. He caught up quickly, mouthing ‘thanks’ to you as you headed down to meet the others.

He may not have been ready to talk yet, but he would be.

[queenharumiura]

The elite: Ponsol and Kyouya~

Send me a ship and I will grade it: ||Still accepting||

C: Not a bad ship

Since I already touched upon Kyouya earlier i’m going to skip ahead to this one;;;;;;;;; Since I’m typing this up, I see no need to tag myself kek

I see that their relationship would be… better off as friends, perhaps. I mean it really all depends on the verse that I’m playing, but if I go with the usual one, which is highly headcanoned (due to him only showing up for like what, 3 chapters? lol) he’s— he’s an ass. Plain, short, and simple. 

He’s an ass. 

With the way he grew up, he grew to think that he has to be better than everyone else. He’s above other people. In his mind, people have to be used or they are useless to him. Similarly, he has to be used, or be useless. 

If there isn’t a benefit involved, then there is no point to a continued relationship of any kind with him. He’s very untrusting of others outside the mindset of business. He likes to be in control and will not tolerate anyone telling him what to do. He’s stubborn and he’s very vindictive. If you get on his bad side, he’s more than willing to see to it that you rue the very day you laid eyes on him. 

Now, he is very understanding of how messed up he is. He was raised to be this way. Power is the ultimate and that’s all you need. The more powerful you are, the less likely people can rise against you. It’s that kind of mindset that he had drilled into him since young. Additionally, he was taught that he himself is nothing but a spare. 

Due to this, he has difficulties making any true bonds with people. He hardly trusts people in his own family. The only people who showed him any care are his grandmother, his mother, and his brother (in his own way). His relationship with his brother is a bit strained because of the whole ‘you are a spare’ and the whole ‘i’m partly the reason why my brother is this messed up’ thing. 

That’s just how I headcanon things because I wanted for something to explain why they turned out the way they did as humans rather than demons. Yay human AU’s. Boo given absolutely no canon information about them, so I gotta pick up the slack. 

So yeah, Ponsol doesn’t trust a lot of people and knowing how messed up he is, he can’t trust that anyone would truly like him for who he is. The only way people can like him is if there is some kind of a gain from it. Business is something he can trust. The give and take relationship. Law abiding contracts that hold people to their word. 

Ponsol isn’t a good person. Outwardly, he may smile and be polite, but he’s usually ruthlessly tearing into someone mentally. It was the way he was taught to tear into people, to see them as lesser than him, but that conflicts with the way h was taught from his mother. She taught him to not judge people and to be kind to people. 

He really loves his mother, and respects her greatly. So there is always this huge contrast between the ideals his mother taught him and the lessons he keeps getting drilled into him by the strict and cruel upbringing by his grandfather. His grandmother tried to help but she passed away while Ponsol was still young. 

From this, he turned into this person who only cares about profits, and being very vindictive in the way to give people a warning to not act against him if they know what’s good for them. If they touch anyone in the family, he has to enact vengeance because how dare they think that touching his family would keep them safe? There is no such thing as ‘if you care for their life, you will do as we say.’ABSOLUTELY NOT. Ponsol is supposed to not care. Do what you want. For every scratch you put on them, he adds another step to his ultimate evil plan to make your life a living nightmare. Your loved ones will not be spared. You thought to touch his family, so why shouldn’t he stoop that low as well? In fact, he’ll do far worse. It’s the family way to return favors double fold. 

He’s very cunning and he’ll figure a way to get away with most things. His brother is sort of the only moral backbone he has when they are near each other. Even then, we know that Shugarl himself isn’t exactly a model citizen either. They’re just asses in their own right tbh. 

So with all that, you can easily say that Ponsol is messed up. He knows this. It really affects his mentality, and it’s this clash of his emotionally and mentally that makes him such a horrible person. He’s got a horrid and angry temper from this clash, and he can lash out if you do the wrong thing in front of him. 

I don’t really see Kyouya being interested in Ponsol when he’s like this. Maybe business partners, but given how he is… I truly wonder if Kyouya would give him the chance. Kyouya is meticulous so he’d do his research. I can see him looking into some of the stuff Ponsol did and not being impressed. 

However, another part of me wonders if he’d look into the past and realize some concerning things about Ponsol’s upbringing. After all, Kyouya also had instances with his own siblings, and maybe he can relate to a certain extent, since he’s not supposed to be the heir being that he’s the younger brother of the family. 

Ponsol is also the younger brother of the family. He’s to consider himself the placeholder for whenever his brother finally ‘opens his eyes’ and decides to take over as the heir himself. Ponsol works hard because he wants acknowledgement. He’s not just a placeholder. He can do this job and do it well. He hates the fact that people think he’s just a placeholder and they look down on him or even try to undermine him. 

That goes against the idea that he shouldn’t let anyone look down on him and so it’s always a rough battle in the corporation. He always has to look strong and be strong. He has to be the best, even above his brother, but still be told that he’s nothing in comparison. So it’s this weird thing where he’s got a lot of pride, but it can so easily shatter the moment his brother comes into the picture. 

It’s this weird borderline of him being so prideful and haughty, but also having nothing. Yep. He’s fucked up. He honestly needs help, but he doesn’t ever reach out for it because that’s ‘weak’. 

Having not grown with a lot of affection, he secretly craves for it on a subconsious level, even though he doesn’t think he needs it. That’s why I write it that when he’s sick, he sort of is a bit childish. He’s weak, he can’t think properly or hold himself to his usual standard. Being cared for when he’s sick reminds him of the time when he was very sickly as a child and it’s like this subconsious plea for help that he never knew he felt. 

He thought he gave up on all of that to be frank. It is possible that perhaps Kyouya can notice all of this and think that Ponsol needs help. He may not like him, or agree with his methods, but he understands he needs help. 

Both can b of use to the other, so while they have a business relationship, Kyouya can try to unravel some of Ponsol’s deep hurt. 

It would take a lot of effort and fighting as Ponsol has his guard up, but he does crave for comfort and affection like I said. So, if done right, he would actually fold a lot easier than one would think. He’s very weak to people who are loyal and sincere. If one were to show him sincerity in some form, he would take note of that and deep down start to form a kind of trust and or affection for the other party. 

This can grow to the point that he can see them as a friend. With continued effort, it’s possible that something else can come out of that. Ponsol is a willful guy who is selfish. He thinks of himself first and foremost. He really doesn’t care much for other people. He only does for the sake of appearances. 

Still, he’s quite sensitive to emotional and mental abuses since he suffers a lot from that himself. So he is a bit sensitive to that too when he interacts with other people. He may be prone to showing a bit of kindness in a situation like that. 

So depending on how willing Kyouya is to give Ponsol a chance and to work with him, it could work out. Maybe. 

Like I said, Ponsol is a messed up piece of work. However, IF he actually manages to find somone he cares for, he will do whatever it takes to keep them safe. It’s like a greedy dragon who will protect his treasures. This treasure of his will be someone who he will be considerate to. 

Basically meaning, this will be one of the only people (aside from a few of his family members) that can tell him what to do, and he’d actually consider it. 

He doesn’t allow a lot of people into his heart, so if you managed to worm your way in, you best be grateful. 

If Kyouya somehow managed to get into Ponsol’s life in a positive manner (and not business), he’d see the deeper part of Ponsol that most people don’t get to see. It’s because you somehow managed to get past his defenses, and so he’ll let himself be open with you. 

Deep down, he wasn’t a bad kid. He can be a bit sassy and bratty, but he was caring for people. As an influence from his mother, he loves flowers. He had to grow up seeing people bash his mother for reasons, and so he’s very protective of his loved ones. He felt helpless because he couldn’t do anything about it as a child. 

Now, if anyone had something to say about his mother, he will flip shit. He still can’t say anything against his grandfather though, since he knows from experience that it has the opposite effect. 

Idk how willing Kyouya would be, but it could happen, but with a LOT of work. Ponsol would think well of Kyouya’s character, but he would also probably feel a bit… self-consious around him? He’s more upright and moral than Ponsol is, after all. 

So it would be a reminder of how shitty of a person he turned out to be and it would make him feel a bit bitter on the inside to be honest. Still, he wouldn’t hate Kyouya over it. He would just have more inner depressive escapades because of it. 

He respects Kyouya for his work ethic and his charisma. He wouldn’t think ill of Kyouya. Given that he’s from a line of doctors, which have the duty of healing people, there is a sense of care that he feels. There is respect from that, since it’s the opposite of how he sees his family. They are cold, conniving, and cruel. 

Businessmen usually don’t have a very good reputation so ahahah—

All in all, if a lot of work was put into it, I think they would be an interesting pair. They would be that power couple that no one could lay hands on. Everyone would have to tread carefully around them. I’m sure they would be able to support the other in regards to business. They would have a lot of trust in the other and I think that’s precious. Would be so difficult though and i’m honestly not sure if Kyouya would even want to put forth the effort into trying to tame this asshole lol.