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supercorpkid · 4 years ago

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Let’s talk about Kara.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2150.

It’s been two weeks since you’ve been back home from your ‘nearly death’ experience and things are almost back to normal. Almost.

You realize now you look a lot like Kara, and you’re not thinking about looks, but how things affect you. After Lena’s assassination attempt you went days having panic attacks, nightmares, having to sleep with your moms because you were scared, and developing mechanisms to get through the night. When you were shot with kryptonite, on the other hand, that didn’t happen. And now, after you almost died, things got rough at first, but you’re back to your normal life. Sure, you have to use a cast on your leg to justify your limping, and your powers are making a slow return, but you’re back at school again.

Lena has also gone back to work by now. It was a long period of not stepping foot on L Corp and things have not completely fallen apart, but they were very close to it when she came back. But Kara, well, let’s talk about Kara. She faced a lot of near death experiences, but none have affected her like you almost dying.

“Hello, my child, light of my days, star of my nights.” Kara says when you walk in the living room in the afternoon.

“You’re such a weirdo.” You make your way to the couch to sit next to her, she wraps you in a hug and you laugh. “What’s up with the Shakespearean talk?”

“Oh, you know, just want to make sure you know you’re the reason I exist.”

“I really am not. Grandmother Alura and grandfather Zor-El are.” You say with a smile still dangling on your lips and Kara smiles too, tightening the embrace. “Momma, ouch. Still don’t have all the superpowers, remember?”

“Sorry.” Kara kisses the top of your head a few times. “What do you want to do today? Should we do a Harry Potter marathon?”

You look at her expectantly face, and you give her a soft smile. You have tests you haven’t studied for, you have to catch up in almost every single subject from school, and you certainly can’t waste time re-watching a movie you’ve seen a bunch of times already. But you just take one look at her face, and you change your mind.

“Sounds awesome.” She matches your smile and soon enough you’re both wrapped up in blankets, eating snacks and reciting some lines from the movies you both know so well.

You should talk to her. It’s been weeks. She can’t go on like this. She picks you up from school every day, so you never have to walk alone (she makes Lena drive you there in the morning before work). She spends all afternoon practically glued to you, and she hasn’t slept in her own bed ever since you were back from the DEO. It doesn’t matter how many times you assure her that you’re fine. It doesn’t matter how many times Lena bribes her with hugs and kisses and other stuff, she doesn’t leave your bed.

All of her other responsibilities were tossed aside. No more CatCo, no more Supergirl calls, no more going out to buy food, no more anything. Kara is either inside of the house in her sweatpants, or with you when you need to be out of the house.

You can see Lena’s worried about her, but you know she is also still worried about you, so she hasn’t said anything to Kara yet. You don’t know what to do. You love your momma, you love having her with you all the time, that’s really not the problem. The problem is that you know this isn’t healthy. You were once obsessed with keeping Lena safe and that did you no good.

But Kara looks unhappy and worried, and your heart squeezes in your chest every time you look at her and think about telling her this has to stop. You look at her gasping next to you when Cedric dies, four movies into the marathon, and you can’t bring yourself to do it.

But the feeling grows bigger. It stirs you inside. When she lays next to you on your bed, and you watch Lena leaving for another night of sleeping alone, it grows a little more. When you see her eating cereal with chocolate syrup, because there’s no more milk and she doesn’t want to go out to buy more, it grows a bit more. When you have to go to school half an hour earlier than your usual time, because Lena has a meeting and she can’t be late, it grows more. This can’t go on any longer. You have to say something.

“Hello, my fellow Hufflepuff companion, shall we remain doing our marathon?” Kara asks and you roll your eyes, before sitting in front of her on the couch.

“Maybe.” You hold her hands and she looks at you furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. “There’s something we need to talk about first.”

“Oooh. Am I in trouble?” She asks, making you laugh.

“Momma, I think it’s time for you to go back to work.” You say turning your face back to serious. “I’m fine.”

“I know you are.” Kara says, but her face says otherwise. “But we’re having so much fun here together, aren’t we?”

“We are. But you can’t stay home in your sweatpants and ugly socks for the rest of your life. Even I know that.”

“Uh.” She grunts. “But work is so boring and you’re so cool!” She pulls you in for a hug. “Besides, your mom’s a billionaire. She can pay for everything.”

“Yeah, but you’re an adult and you need to go back to functioning like one.” You hug her tight. “I’m not saying you have to get out there now, I just want you to know that I’m ok, and I’ll be fine when you do decide to go back.”

“Ok mommy, I got it.” She jokes and you roll your eyes while smiling. “You know what I’ve noticed? You only call me mommy when things are bad. Like when you’re scared or something.”

"That’s not true!” You try to defend yourself, but you know it is pretty much how it works.

“It is true.” Kara whispers and kisses your head again. “I like how you say mommy, I just don’t like that it’s always in scary situations.”

“Ok.” You let go of her and look in her eyes. “Can we make popcorn and watch Harry Potter, mommy?”

“YESSSSSS!” Kara cheers, clapping her hands and then raising them in a celebratory move. “I’ll make the popcorn and you put the movie. And I’ll be right back, my baby.”

Kara comes back with so much popcorn, you could feed an entire movie theater. You two get comfortable on the couch with lots of cushions and blankets and continue the marathon you started on the day before.

“Hi, my loves.” Lena walks in the living room after work and looks at you and Kara wrapped up in each other while sobbing. “Why are you two crying?”

“Dobby died.” Kara points at the TV and Lena chuckles a little. “It’s a real tragedy, ok?”

“I’m sure it is.” She says ironically. “Then I have something to make your days slightly better.”

“I doubt it, we had a pretty decent day.” You say and she shows you a box of donuts. You untangle yourself from Kara and stand up right away. “Oh wow, I stand incorrect. Thanks mommy!”

“Hey! I’m mommy! Stop throwing it around like it means nothing!” Kara complains pretending to be upset and you grab one donut from the box.

“Here mommy, have a donut.” You give Kara the donut, then grab another one from the box and offer it to Lena. “Here mommy, you can have one too.”

“Stop it!” Kara grabs you from behind making you sit back on the couch. She starts tickling you, making you laugh.

“Wait, why can’t I be mommy?” Lena asks sitting on your other side. She tickles you too. “I’m mommy!”

“You are not!” Kara replies, and her hands don’t stop. “You never once were mommy!”

“Exactly! I deserve more now.” Lena stops tickling you and she protects you from Kara’s hands making her stop. “Tell her, babygirl. Tell her I’m mommy and I’ll buy you more donuts.”

“You!” Kara hisses pointing at Lena. “Come on kid, tell her I’m mommy and I’ll buy you all the food your heart might desire.”

“What the hell?”

“Oh yeah, she’s being Shakespearean.” You look back at Lena. “Well? Aren’t you going to increase your payment?”

“You’re a mercenary.” She jokes and kisses your cheek. “I’ll go shower while you two finish the movie and then we can have dinner?”

“Sure, mommy.” You say making Lena chuckle and Kara complain.

“Hey! I promised you any food your heart desires!”

“Yeah, but you don’t have any money right now.” You point at your head. “Smart.”

“You know what? You just ruined mommy for me.” She pouts.

“Sorry, mommy.”

“God, you’re so freaking cute.” Kara’s pout is immediately gone and she grabs your face and smiles. “No, you didn’t. You can never ruin anything.”

On Monday morning when you walk in the kitchen you see Kara on her work clothes. You smile at her knowing what that means, and you can see Lena is also excited that she’s going back to work. She doesn’t seem excited herself, but you know she’s making an effort, so you’re really proud of her.

In the evening, you hear when she comes back from work, so you put the TV on mute and look back at the door. She throws her shoes to the side, along with her coat and purse, unties her hair and makes her way towards you while unbuttoning a couple of buttons on her shirt.

“Hey! How was your day?” You ask and she throws herself on the same couch you’re in, placing her head on your lap.

“I think half of my problem with today was putting on real pants.” She mutters and you give a soft giggle in response.

“Right. And the other half?”

“I didn’t get to hang out with you all afternoon.” She complains and you smile, playing with her hair.

“You’ll get used to it.” You tell her making her grunt.

“Why aren’t all people as nice as you are? Or fun? Or cool?”

“Or smart.” Lena adds, throwing herself on the chair in front of you and you turn to look at her, surprised you didn’t hear her coming. “God, I wish I could fire everyone in that building and hire you instead. Everyone was particularly stupid today.”

“As much as I am flattered, please don’t fire Aly. I like her.”

“Should we all just quit our jobs and stay home forever?” Kara says calling Lena with her hand. Lena goes to the couch you’re both in, and lays next to Kara, placing her head on your lap, too. You look down giving them a smile.

“I don’t have a job.” You’re still playing with Kara’s hair, and Lena grabs your other hand so you can do the same with her.

“You can quit school. Lena can teach you, and then you can teach me!”

“That sounds like an excellent idea.” Lena agrees, throwing her arms around Kara. “It can be just the three of us forever.”

“Please, don’t encourage this kind of nonsense.” You poke Lena’s cheek. “You know momma doesn’t need much to go completely nuts.”

“Hey!” Kara complains sticking her tongue out at you.

“I’m really proud of you, momma.” You stroke her cheek lightly and her face lights up when she hears that. “I know it wasn’t easy going back to work and wearing real pants. But the only way we can move on and forget all the nightmare we lived, is if we all make an effort to have our lives back.” You see Lena smiling, like you’re so smart she can’t believe it. “I get that it is easier hiding ourselves here in our little world, but the real world out there needs you. They need Supergirl saving them. They need Kara telling them the truth. I wouldn’t want to take that away from them.”

“Oh my God.” Kara wipes her tears and gets up from your lap to look at you. “What did I do to deserve such a great daughter?”

“I know, right?” Lena also wipes away some tears and you smile at her reaction.

“I love you mommy.” You kiss Kara’s forehead, and she kisses yours in return. “I love you mom.” You bend so you can also kiss Lena’s forehead.

“We love you kid. We really love you.” Kara says hugging you, and awkwardly Lena wraps her arms around both of your waists and smiles. “Rao, I love this family.”

You breathe relieved when you feel that finally things will go back to normal. It’s about time.

#supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp #kara x lena #supercorp fanfic #supercorpfamily #kara x reader #lena x reader #supercorp daughter #reader insert

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lesserfandomappreciation · 4 years ago

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Pregnant s/o (Rsat7d)

Merlin

Bless this idiot, it’s going to take him a minute to understand what his s/o has said. S/o will be in the living room curled up with a book or working in their office with a couple of nerves after having told a seemingly indifferent Merlin the news. Then they hear quickly approaching footsteps. And a slamming door. “You’re pregnant?!”

It’s 4:00pm. They told this moron first thing in the morning. Telling him anything when he’s in the library is pointless.

He’s trying very cool to stay calm about this and seem enthused. Really, he is. It’s just all his anxieties and insecurities he pretends to not have are suddenly at his throat. He hasn’t a clue what to do. Send help.

All of the nervous maniac energy composing Merlin is transferred into a transformation none of the F7 thought they’d live to witness. The young, reckless lightning idiot becoming a responsible adult. Who mother hens people. And reminds them about medication. And food. And gets them to sit down while he takes care of everything for them. Hans is proud, the others are concerned.

Some of this new-found need to mother-hen in a valid attempt to avoid overthinking whether or not he will be a good father is used to come up with useful spells. By first trimester’s end s/o has a small stack of spells to use when needed. The “cold pad” and “hot pad” spells are wonderful. The usefulness of the “vomit into a portable void” spell is debatable.

Jokes aside Merlin is worried about being a good father. This is a man with a lot of insecurities who worries about his own self worth- the idea that his child could dislike him haunts him. A lot of comfort is needed to chase away this fear.

He is very protective about them and will deal with any threat with lightning. The house spiders quake in fear.

Arthur

His s/o could tell him at multiple points for many awesome reactions, but the best way is if they tell him in the middle of training. His standard “showing off because bae is watching” show is cut short as Arthur’s eyes widen. His sword, Excalibur, hits the ground with a thud. Next thing s/o knows, they’re in the air being spun in a straight-out-of-Disney twirl by an excited Arthur.

All of F7 knows by day’s end. He’s telling everybody with a massive grin on his face and 0 shame.

Arthur is a family man waiting to happen. Pull this idea out of my dead hands if you want, but you cannot convince me that this man hasn’t dreamt of having a loving partner and some tinies to spoil rotten with stories. He’s either been waiting to bring up the idea with them or the s/o is well-aware.

Every single tiny milestone is met by the sweet puppy Arthur embodies. He’s just so happy and supportive, it’s kind of adorable. His s/o mentions the baby kicking their bladder and suddenly there’s a prince up against their belly desperately wanting to feel the baby kick too.

One thing s/o is going to have to watch out for is expectations. Arthur’s parents seemed to have had a lot of those for him, and he’s probably internalized a lot of them too. It’s going to have to be up to his s/o to remind them that putting that many expectations on any person is a bad thing. The baby is going to be awesome. But let them be awesome on their own terms.

Wants to carry them everywhere when their feet start to hurt. What if they get hurt going up the stairs? He’s strong, let him carry them for a bit dang it!

Jack

Jack is really a wild card here. Personally I see him being really connected to his own family, being a self-made prince who has worked hard to make sure his living family lives comfortably. On the other hand, this is a baby. A new person. That’s half him and half s/o. Wow. Wow.

Drops anything he is holding. Stunned still. It’s taking all of his processing power to debate the aforementioned two points on his conflicting views. S/o is going to be able to wave a hand in front of his eyes and have no response.

Make some tea. Read a book. Give him a hot minute to think.

Out of the princes (besides Hans) Jack is going to be one of the few to really sit down with s/o and talk about what this means for them. He wants the kid, no worries there, but having a kid is a huge undertaking for anyone. How do they want to raise the child? Where (if his s/o is royalty too for example, which kingdom should they raise them in?) should they set up their life? Is Jack 2 an acceptable name? Is any jewel-related name acceptable?

Jack’s s/o wins the pregnancy lotto in terms of access to feel-good supplies. Jack, the man, the prince, has facial masks in what appears to be a medieval-renaissance-inspired fantasy realm. From France. How he achieved this is a damned mystery. His whole bathroom is probably lined with the nicest creams and moisturizers money can buy. Jack’s not going to let his partner who is pregnant skip out on self-care. Absolutely not.

Jack is surprisingly good with helping his partner out emotionally at this time. He recognizes feelings and responds pretty well to them, so during the pregnancy and afterwards he is very supportive to their emotional needs. This is a very happy, but intense time and he is 100% there for them, through every high and every low.

Hans

Do not - I repeat - do not tell him when he is in the kitchen. Anything he’s cooking is going to burn, get stuck to the ceiling or is otherwise rendered inedible. Actually, any of those cute “bun in the oven” related announcements are not going to work on him. He’s going to be more upset at the concept of someone not cleaning his oven or risking burning a perfectly innocent loaf than anything else.

He does, eventually, figure out that this was meant to tell him that the love of his life is pregnant and he’s very happy, but food safety is no joke.

Hans’ reaction depends entirely on s/o’s reaction. How are they feeling about all this? As one of the only two emotionally intelligent people in the F7 (the other being Jack) he’s very responsive to his partner on this. Any fears or concerns they have are going to be his top priority. Though, once told that they are happy about, Hans lets out his own happiness and shows just how over the moon he is about this.

Hans is a great guy. He really is. He’s also an unapologetic mom-friend whose knee-jerk reaction to someone he cares about going through stuff is to feed them. Unless his s/o puts their foot down hard (which they aren’t because hell-o growing people is hungry business) Hans is going to live in his kitchen. Great in that he’s willing to cook up their weirdest cravings even if he does judge them on it. Bad in that s/o might accidentally wind up feeling lonely because he’s over-focused on feeding/caring for them to actually be around them. One good conversation though and that’s nipped in the bud quick.

Loves his friends. Truly. Really. Has seen his friends do some truly stupid things. He’s not above standing behind his s/o and giving any member of the F7 the side-eye something fierce if they be acting up around his partner.

Average

Average is an idiot. I don’t mean that insultingly, I’m just stating facts. This man could not pick up a subtle hint if it punched him in the face and rummaged his pockets for common sense. Unless his s/o tells him point blank to the face, he’s not going to get it. Cute messages/hints do not work on the man. Just tell him. Even then it’s going to take a second.

Average’s reaction is really hard to pin down. During the events of the movie I do not see him having an s/o, at least not one he has a good relationship with and by the end of the movie all his potential character growth that could lead him to having a partner is implied to happen as he breaks his new-found curse. Growth that could lead his personality in several different directions. For the sake of not having to write down every single possibility I’m going to go ahead and say that he’s shocked.

Regardless of personality growth I can say he’s going to be very demanding of everyone else around them. His partner, the love of his life, deserves only the very best. Now that they are with child he has to make sure they have the best for them and for his heir! None of this subpar stuff. They’re royalty, they deserve the best. If he’s not stopped the nursery is going to cost more than the GDP of a small country.

He’s a little lost on a lot of pregnancy stuff really. Average isn’t an emotionally intelligent person, so he’s not great with comfort. He doesn’t do well with making runs for food (great at getting servants to fetch the strangest food combinations though), or with massaging, or with a lot of the physically demanding parts. The thing is? He knows. He knows that he’s lost on this. And it worries him. If he can’t do much now, how is he supposed to be a great father when the kid does show up? It’ll take some picking away at his walls, but eventually his s/o can talk to him on this and help him through it. They’re a team. They will get through this together.

Don’t let him name the kid. “Superior” is not a good name for a child.

#rsat7d #rsat7d imagine #red shoes and the 7 dwarfs #imagine #jack #merlin #arthur #hans #average #prince average

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hamliet · 4 years ago

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I think your blog is one of the best out there. Maybe becuase of this , maybe because of your awesome takes... I find it hard being in the fandom. And I wanted to share this very unpopular opinion. The more it goes on the more I wonder : how did Enji turned into this? Most of all in fandom tends to justify touya because he’s the result of Enji’s abuse. However Enji isn’t a natural born abuser. I’ve read and saw plenty: he has not manias of control. He accept easily his wife to leave him (he wanted to build an house for her and since Shoto’s accident he hadn’t forced himself on her). He wanted an heir, true and he was more neglecting (which is a form of abuse). But many time were found evidences in studies neglecting parents have issues of their own. Which can be found in their original family and / or society (if no mental illnesses are implied).

This made me wonder. I love Japanese culture , novels and society. And one of the most recurrent theme , especially some decades ago, is the high pressure people are exposed. It was and sometimes still is a nichilist model in which you die or fly and sometime you can’t hope to Rise once again when you fail. For example the concept of “you need to go at a go prek to get in a good university and find a good job” is often depict and put to extreme in many media. This inspire even books in which families are up for anything to push their children and they are under great pressure. Since Enji seems a not so bad man per se, has no mental illnesses , the only thing left is his immense obsession that must come from something. And the fact that in society a man must be successful... I think here it is.

The fact he can’t express his feeling correctly for the most of MHA , neither he can’t read them at the point of being perceived “with no compassion at all” comply the stereotype of the father with way too high standard , this can’t come from nothing. It’s not hard unreasonable thinking he was most likely pressured as much when younger , and that broke him at some point (which is a recursive theme in many others novels). This doesn’t justify him, but it might explain why he ended up like this.

But while everyone seems to be able to... forgive dabi , justifying his doings becuase of how he was raised while condamning 100% Enji. However the lingering theme of my hero’s villains is that they aren’t a monster , they’re turned into one; and society played a huge role. I don’t stand for Enji’s actions (who would) but ultimately? If all villains were broken by society at some point (being AFO the only exception for now) why can’t be him too? Broken by a society that demands from heroes to be perfect , to never be weak, even through total desperation? Society even made a joke of all might who gave his life entirely and part of his organs for Japan. Rather than only condemning Enji for his doings , much like is doing with Dabi, the spotlight should be society again.

He did wrong. Terribly wrong. and now everyone is ready to crucify him. But how society taught him better ? How society perceive heroes as humans , how far they can be weak and fails and not be blamed? Like father , like son. Touya is the result of his family , I think it should be considerated Enji was the product of a corrupted society. Which never correct itself , never tries to change... they just discard heroes and villains alike just for not being “perfect”.

Hi! Aw, thank you for your kind words <3

So, I’ll break this down a bit, because I think this discussion needs a lot of nuance. I agree society affected Enji, but I don’t quite think that a victim of society is remotely comparable to being a victim of parental abuse.

To start with, I fundamentally disagree with the notion that abusers are born, and hence don’t buy that Enji is somehow different (or better) because he wasn’t born that way.

To note, I talking specifically about physical/emotional/spiritual domestic abuse, not about sexual abuse (and I don’t wanna talk about that because it’s not relevant here, so no one send me asks about it, thanks).

Abuse is a description of an action and its affects. I’ll quote @linkspooky’s meta on Hawks last week: abuser is not a bad word, it’s not just something that bad people do. It’s an unhealthy relationship dynamic that even good people, even sympathetic people can participate in. It’d be great if we could just do a genetic test and determine if someone is an abuser (actually it wouldn’t be great; it’d be dystopian and terrifying), but that’s not how people work.

However, “abuser” is seen as a bad word, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing (nuance/abuse is horrific and takes such a toll on people that I’m glad it is given serious weight in some respects, although imo it’s overemphasized in fandom places and underemphasized in real life) and I’m not getting into good/bad/pluses/minuses of linguistic connotations here.

Hence, I would actually categorize what Rei did to Shouto as abuse, and I do think the story indicates she was neglectful towards her other children. However, I have never labeled her an “abuser” because of the negative connotation as is clear she is not a repeat offender and Shouto doesn’t even blame her--he blames Enji, and I don’t think that’s an incorrect assessment either. It’s complicated. Abuse victims can be abusers at the same time as they are victims (ask many a kid of an abusive dad what their mom was like; at best if they didn’t intervene it’s usually neglectful and often people go no contact with both parents). People we love and care for can participate in abuse.

Mental illness is also complex in its relationship to abuse. Mentally ill people are far more likely to be victims of abuse than perpetrators, and mental illness doesn’t make someone predisposed to being a bad person. Mental illness does affect how I see Rei’s actions, because she was clearly out of her mind at the moment she burned Shouto’s face; at the same time, mental illness doesn’t erase harm done even if the person can’t be held super culpable. Enji on the other hand was not mentally ill in the same way; he was able to think logically and separate right from wrong even within society (because society clearly still views beating your kids as bad).

It’s actually not really accurate to say that Endeavor didn’t try to control Rei and just let her go--he put her in the institution to keep her away from Shouto, which may have been motivated of course by trying to protect Shouto, but was more likely “trying to protect his masterpiece.” Rei instantly regretted what she had done; Enji didn’t show regret until after Kamino. Also, Shouto himself views it as taking their mother away, not as protecting him. In fact, he sees it as removing his protector and leaving him with just the abusive dad. Plus, Rei’s doctors probably wouldn’t have let him see her. So I absolutely do think Enji is a control freak.

For Enjii, there’s no indication of prior trauma besides just not getting what he wanted. But, as you say, I do think Enji was absolutely a product of society--culturally, though I’m not qualified to comment on that, and within the manga’s own framing of that culture. However, while Enji is a product of society, he is not framed with the child framing that is present around Touya; hence, why he’s not a victim in the same sense. He was an adult when he started doing bad things, capable of reason, as far as we know and there’s no indication this isn’t the case. He was ~20 when Dabi was born, so that means he was looking for a quirk marriage at the very latest by 19. That’s like starting your career as an administrative assistant and being pissed you’re not CEO like, a year after starting! That implies that he had a sense of entitlement at a very young age, entitled to the point of believing kids were not full people but instead extensions of himself to ignore, beat up, and cast aside as he pleased. Every aspect of Enji’s personality screams of toxic masculinity as well.

Also, almost every person who has ever done something wrong (and those who haven’t!) is a product of their environment as well as of their genetics, but I wouldn’t classify everyone as a victim--even though technically I suppose they would be, but the connotations are just not particularly fitting--and I wouldn’t call Enji one. Enji might be a product of society, but his kids are victims of a deliberate choice he had to be a terrible parent. Society sucks, but we don’t choose it and it doesn’t choose us in the same sense a parent chooses to treat their kids a particular way. So, rather than saying Enji’s a victim of society, I think it’s more of society reaping what they’ve sown in terms of their #1 being revealed as a mass abuser; it’s karmic.

So to return to his character and Enji is also a representation of toxic masculinity--that is why for me personally, his crying this chapter actually resonated. Like, I think it was well-framed in that his victims didn’t feel sorry for him and he cried before he knew they were coming, and while I get that people think he has no right to cry (as Rei and Natsuo said!). I see why people interpret that as manipulative, and while I absolutely think it was self-pitying, I also personally see it as human and realistic, and perhaps as a slight chipping away of the toxic masculinity that he embodies. We’ll see. I’m still no fan but that was the first moment in his redemption arc that struck me as sincere.

#Anonymous #abuse tw #endeavor

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the-awkward-outlaw · 4 years ago

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Hi! 😊 can you write fem!reader being Hamish's beautiful, helpful daughter who builds a bond with Arthur and later falls in love with him? She tells Hamish and he's supportive. On their last encounter Hamish tells Arthur to take both heartbroken reader and Buell with him.

Holy crap, this was an awesome request! Again it’s one that would make for a fantastic multi-chapter fic. That being said, this one’s nearly 20 pages. Happy reading!

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Warnings: none. Does a TB free Arthur count?

“Hi, dad,” you say, walking into the small cabin, your arms stuffed with herbs you collected from the garden.

“‘Lo,” he replied, walking over to the sink, his crutch holding him up in place of his leg. You’re used to him doing this every morning as his fake leg gets uncomfortable and he never sleeps with it on.

“What are your plans today?” your father asks, pouring two cups of coffee. You tell him you want to take a ride out to town, pick up some supplies. “Valentine or Annesburg?” he asks as the cabin sits nearly halfway between the two towns.

“Valentine,” you say. You’ve never been fond of Annesburg. Not that Valentine is much better, with the muddy streets that never dry and the sour people. At least the air there is clean. As a mining town, Annesburg’s air always makes it feel harder to breathe.

“Take Buell then, will you?” your father asks after handing you your cup. “He could use the ride and I am going to work on fixing the shed out back.”

You nod. You’d rather take your own mare, the cherry bay thoroughbred, as Buell can be temperamental, but you’re used to his disposition.

After a quick breakfast, you get ready and head out, giving Buell his head. He prefers to canter along the trail which is something about him you like. He’s always had a lot of energy, even though it’s gotten your father into a spot of trouble every once in a while.

As Buell canters along, your mind wanders freely. Because you’re stuck in your head, you don’t notice the black bear standing in some bushes 20 feet off the path. Buell does though and he slows to a nervous walk and begins snorting and stomping his feet.

“Buell, cut it out,” you say, coming back to the present. He rears a bit, still snorting, and a low growl catches your attention. That’s when you see the bear. “Buell, relax! It’s just a black one. If it were a grizzly, I’d be screaming with you.”

You pat the horse’s neck, trying to calm him. Black bears are usually harmless, being smaller and more timid than their grizzly cousins. However, Buell panics more and he suddenly rears up, causing you to slide off, your butt slamming onto the hard earth. The bear turns and runs just as Buell darts off

“Goddamn it, Buell!” you groan as you lie on your back.

“Need help, ma’am?” a rough voice says as you sit up. Looking towards the speaker, you see a man astride a horse. The first thing you notice about him is his blue eyes and the hardened look of him. It’s clear from his skin, hair and clothes that he lives the majority of his life outdoors.

You let out a frustrated sigh as you look at the state of yourself. Your left hip smarts as you stand and you look around, finding no sign of Buell. “Maybe,” you finally say to the man. “My father’s damn horse is a pain in the ass on the best of days.”

“Yeah, think I saw him take off that way,” the man says. He reaches into his saddlebag and pulls out a lasso. “I’ll go get him. You wait here.”

“Oh, you don’t have to-” you begin but the man takes off. Feeling stupid and helpless, you stand on the trail, your hands on your hips.

Your father, Hamish Sinclair, raised you by himself after your mother died when she gave birth to you. Hamish made sure you were self sufficient, that you wouldn’t need anyone’s help to survive. One time when you were little, you asked him why he taught you to hunt, fish and forage when other girls your age were being taught how to knit, sew and clean. You can still recall what he said.

“Those things are all fine and useful, but I ain’t gonna be around forever, and I ain’t gonna tell you to wait for some man to appear to do all this for ya when I’m gone. I want you to be able to take care of yourself.”

You’ve always been grateful to your father for this. He’s also the best man you know. While he sometimes has his fits after suffering a nightmare containing memories of the war, he’s never been a danger to you. He was the best father you could ask for as a child, teaching you everything you’d need to know as an adult and providing you comfort and safety, and now that you’re an adult, he’s your best friend. You cannot count how many nights you’ve been out in his boat fishing or in the woods hunting down dinner.

Before long, the man comes back with the lasso around Buell’s neck. “Got your horse,” he says.

“Thank you, sir. I could’ve gotten him myself, you needn’t have gone to all this trouble.”

“Ain’t no trouble, miss,” he says, removing the lasso. Buell shakes his head, calmed at this point.

“Well, thank you. I don’t have anything to pay you with, but… perhaps I could take you to town and buy you a drink?” you say. Most women you know would never invite a man to accompany them alone to town, but your father made sure you could defend yourself.

The man smiles a bit. “Sure, I was on my way to Valentine anyways.”

You smile and mount up, perhaps a bit more gingerly than normal as your hip still throbs a bit. On the way to town, you and the man make some small talk. He’s friendly but clearly holding back when you ask him about what he does and where he’s from. When you look at him again and notice how heavily he’s armed, a voice in your head tells you he must be an outlaw, but you quickly brush that thought aside. Outlaws don’t come up this way much anymore as they’re a dying breed.

Once in Valentine, the two of you hitch the horses outside the saloon and go inside. You pull out your money and buy two beers, one for yourself and one for the man. You take a sip and then look at him.

“What’s your name?” he asks.

“Y/N Sinclair. And you?”

“Arthur. Arthur Morgan.”

“Ah, the man with two first names,” you joke.

“Excuse me?” he says.

“Nothin’. Nevermind.” Over the beers, you and Arthur talk more. One beer quickly turns into two, then three, and finally four. He becomes a bit more loose lipped as he drinks more, but still doesn’t tell you outright what he does.

“I just ride with a big group. We don’t really stay in one place long. Ain’t never had the luxury, I guess.”

“Sounds tough,” you say. “Not being able to plant your roots anywhere.”

“Maybe, but I like it. Ain’t never felt free being stuck in one place.”

“Sounds like you never tried it long enough to really know,” you reply and he chuckles. You look outside by this time and see the sun’s nearly set. You still haven’t gone to the store. “Shit, I’m sorry, Arthur, but I gotta go. I meant to get some things and take them home. My father will be expecting me.”

“Oh, well of course.” Arthur stands and tips his hat to you. “Well, thank ya for the drinks, ma’am. I hope I ain’t oversteppin’ bounds here, but… you’ll be safe ridin’ home?”

You nod, feeling a warm sensation in your chest at the thought that this stranger was worried about your safety. Or maybe the sensation was just your tipsy state. “Yes, I’ll be fine.”

“A’right, I believe ya. Um, well… would it be rude for me to ask when you’re comin’ to town again?” There’s a slight tinge of pink on his cheeks. As you look at him, you suddenly realize how handsome he is.

“Probably in a few days. Or I could just come and meet you here, have a proper round of drinks.” Okay, you really have had way too much to drink if you’re asking this guy in a not-so-subtle way on a date.

He smiles though. “I’d like that.”

“Then it’s settled.”

A little while later, you leave the store. Arthur’s horse is long gone by this point, but you’re already excited to see him again. It’s been a long time since you met a man who had manners and respect for you with no expectations of any favors in return.

When you get home (much later than you planned), Hamish doesn’t mention it. He’s used to you being out for long periods as you’re much like he says he used to be. Before he lost his leg, he was a wanderer as well. It was how he learned to hunt and fish. His lifestyle demanded it. For some reason, you don’t tell him about your meeting with Arthur.

A few days later, you set off for Valentine again. Again you failed to tell Hamish the truth. You’re not sure why. It’s not like your father would be upset or irritating about it, telling you to be careful. He’s always encouraged you to make your own choices, but for some reason you just couldn’t get the words out. Maybe it’s because you don’t see the point of it. After all, this thing with Arthur is probably going to be very short-lived.

When you meet Arthur in town, you feel your heart skip a beat. It makes you feel stupid as you think you’re like some ridiculous school girl. Arthur waves to you though from the porch of the saloon, a small smile on his face. He’s leaning his shoulder against one of the pillars and damn does he look good doing it.

Once inside, the two of you grab a table and order a few rounds of drinks. To say you get carried away is an understatement. Before long, you’re a giggling, drunken mess. Arthur comes back from the bar, slopping down in the chair and chuckling.

“Barman’s cuttin’ us off,” he says.

“What? Why? That guy doesn’t ever turn off the tap for nobody.”

“Well, let’s just say this ain’t my first time gettin’ plastered in his bar. I came in here some time ago with a friend and… well, I don’t really remember much of that night.”

“Oh my God, I heard about that! Were you one of the fellas in the can-can line?”

Arthur lets out a loud laugh. “Yes! I’m surprised ya heard about that!”

“Yeah, the gunsmith told me!”

Arthur smiles a bit. “I didn’t know you shopped at the gun store.”

“Have to. After all, how am I supposed to live? Gotta catch my own food.”

His eyes twinkle a bit. “Damn. You’re tougher than most women I known. Only women tough as you are the ones I run with.”

“Oh? And what kinda people you run with?”

Arthur’s clearly drunk because he tells you in a quiet tone that he runs with a gang. It consists of both men and women, and you think he mentions a small boy but you’re not sure as you’re pretty drunk yourself.

“Hmm. They sound like interesting people,” you say. “I wouldn’t mind meeting them.”

He shakes his head. “No. No, if you don’t mind, I… I wanna keep you separate from them. The other day when you said I ain’t ever been in a place long enough to know the joys of it, that stuck with me. I… I might like to try that, and maybe ya can help me.”

You blush and look down. “Perhaps. I wouldn’t mind that at all, Mr. Morgan.”

His smile stretches and his hand suddenly slides over yours. Your skin burns where he touches you. Before you can stop yourself in your drunken state, you lean over and place your lips against his. He stiffens at your touch, but he doesn’t pull away. In fact, after a moment, he deepens the kiss, his free hand winding into your hair.

Suddenly someone whistles loudly at you two, and you look over to see a man applauding the show you’re providing.

“Let’s get outta here,” Arthur grunts in your ear.

You take his hand and run outside, but you don’t go to the hotel. Arthur clearly wasn’t done with the kiss as he takes you to the side of the saloon, plants you against the wall, and kisses you hard. Your hands wind up in his hair, nearly knocking his hat off, and his hands slide over your back, pressing your body to his.

As things progress and you can feel yourself slipping over some kind of threshold, you suddenly pull away, despite not wanting to.

“Arthur, are we moving too fast?”

He looks at you, his eyes surprisingly clear. “Maybe a little, but… damn Y/N, I find I’m really likin’ ya.”

You blush and, oh lord did you just giggle? You’ve never giggled in your life. “I really like you too, Arthur,” you finally admit. He smiles and his lips crash to yours again. For the next few moments, the two of you makeout. Arthur presses your back against the wall and it’s only when you lift your leg to wrap around his waist that Arthur finally pulls away.

“We better not get too carried away,” he says softly.

You let out an almost disappointed breath, but he’s right. The last thing you need is to end up in a bed with him when he’s practically a stranger.

“I’ll see ya soon?” he says softly and you nod.

Tugging his collar a bit, you press yourself to him again. “I better.” You set a date and then Arthur gives you one last kiss before he walks away, leaving you flustered.

**********************************************

Meeting up with Arthur in Valentine once or twice a week becomes a regular. It was only after a few more dates with him that you ended up sleeping together, and he performed wonderfully. The two of you had taken a stroll outside of town and it just sort of happened. After that, the walls still standing between you came tumbling down and Arthur told you the full truth about his lifestyle.

Arthur would never tell you but he’s extremely grateful that you don’t hold his outlaw ways of life against him. He told you a bit about Mary and how poorly she treated him and looked down on him for it. Not long after that, Arthur told you about his son Isaac and how he’d died with his mother. It broke your heart, but you understood why he’d been hesitant to sleep with you the first few dates you had.

You still haven’t told your father about Arthur, though you’re sure he suspects you’re up to something. You haven’t left the house so often for such long periods since you were a teen. However to his credit, Hamish says nothing. He’s always respected if you chose not to tell him something, even if he wanted to know.

You can’t put your finger on why you still can’t tell your father about Arthur. The two of you have been together long enough that you’d like to introduce the two, but for some reason you just can’t bring yourself to tell Hamish. You’ve told Arthur a bit about your father, but he’s never pressed for further details.

Things were getting quite serious between you and Arthur. He’s never introduced you to his gang, though not for lack of you wanting to. He said that there’s something about you that makes him want to dig in roots somewhere and maybe, just maybe, try for a more normal life. This highly flattered you when he admitted it, but you wouldn’t mind living with him.

No one has ever made you feel this way before, or done the things Arthur’s done. You couldn’t count how many nights he’s asked you to lie under the stars and name them with him. The days you were without him became long and boring, and the time with him was too short but the best you’ve ever had. There’s no doubt about it. You love Arthur Morgan.

The next date you set to meet him though, he didn’t appear. Nor did he show the night after, or the one after that. You wrote letters addressed to Tacitus Kilgore (upon his request), but they were never answered. Of course you know how much danger he’s in because of being an outlaw and being chased by Pinkertons. Thoughts of them catching up and killing him plagued your mind.

You decided after the fourth week of no word from him to search. Unfortunately you had no idea where his hangout was, but you recalled him mentioning the swamps around Saint Dennis. You spent several days down in the swamps, searching for any sign of Arthur. You were out so long you knew Hamish would begin to worry, but you were worried about Arthur. Where the hell was he?

You stumbled upon an old abandoned manor on the outskirts of the swamps called Shady Belle that had signs of being recently vacated, but nothing that definitely said Arthur was here. The only thing you found that made you suspect he may have been here was a letter addressed to “Uncle Tacitus”. It’s a unique enough name that you wondered, but there was nothing else.

Finally you went to Saint Dennis, despite hating the town, and investigated. You heard about a gang that came through around the same time that Arthur missed your date, and things had gone badly. Two members had been killed, one arrested, and the rest vanished. It was suspected they managed to leave on a boat, but there was nothing that was sure. One thing was clear though: Arthur was long gone.

It’s been three weeks since you left Saint Dennis. Hamish asked many questions upon your return but you couldn’t answer him. The thought of never seeing Arthur again was too devastating. You have no idea if he was one of the two members in the city that was killed, or if he was on a boat. Of course, the thought that he might still be in the states but decided you weren’t worth more of his time crossed your mind. That idea hurts the worst.

The only thing you can think of doing now is to try and go on with your life as though you never met Arthur. That seems impossible though because, just before Arthur disappeared, he mentioned wanting to spend the rest of his life with you. You almost wish he’d never told you as it just makes the pain of losing him worse.

Hamish has been a great comfort though. He respects your privacy enough that, even though he’s no idea what happened, he helps take care of you. On the days when you’re too miserable to barely even get out of bed, he takes care of your chores and brings you coffee. Somehow, he seems to know you lost someone you loved though. As you lie in bed, feeling miserable and exhausted, he sits down at the end after giving you coffee.

“You know, after I lost your mother, I thought I’d never recover. There were more days than I care to remember when I just wanted to lie down and give up.” You look up at Hamish. He’s almost never spoken of your mother. He stares softly back at you. “But you were so young and dependent on me, you kept me going. If it wasn’t for you, I know I wouldn’t have made it. You’re much stronger than I’ve ever been though, so I know you can make it through anything. And no matter what happens, I’m here for you.”

This makes you smile for the first time in days and you sit up to hug him. “Thanks, dad.”

“Of course, baby.”

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A few days later, you return home to the cabin. Today’s the first day since you figured Arthur was gone for good that you’ve been out for a long time. The back of your horse is laden with pelts, as well as the carcass of a particularly large stag you killed. When you hang up the skins to dry and set down the carcass for Hamish to come and dress later, you head inside.

“Hey, baby,” your father says in greeting. He’s pouring a glass of whiskey, which you know what that means. His leg’s bothering him more than usual.

“You okay, dad?”

“Oh yeah. Buell just took my damn leg again. Snake spooked him and he bucked me off.”

“Again? How’d you manage to get your leg back?” you ask, knowing how immobile Hamish is without his wooden leg or crutch.

“Some fella helped me out. He was real nice too. You might meet him, I invited him to come fish with me.”

“Oh yeah? When?”

“Probably in the next couple of days. Think you’d like him. Name was Arthur.”

Your heart stops when you hear the name. “What was his name?”

“Arthur. Arthur Morgan.” Hamish turns and looks at you standing rigid in the doorway. “What is it?”

“His name… Arthur Morgan? He’s alive?”

“Baby, what are you talkin’ about? Are you okay?” Hamish takes a step towards you when he notices the tears. The moment he does, you completely break down. He comes over and sits you down at the table. “Baby, what is wrong? Have you met Arthur?”

“Met him? Dad, I… I planned to spend the rest of my life with him.” Finally you come clean to Hamish about your relationship with Arthur, and about why you’re so upset about hearing the name. “I thought he was dead, or he just changed his mind or something.” You put your head into your hands and sob. After a few moments, you look up at Hamish. “Dad, what am I supposed to do?”

He sighs heavily. “Do you still love him? If you found out that he changed his mind, what would you do?”

“Well, I’d wanna know why, but I hope that I’d respect him enough to let him go on. But I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving him, dad.”

“I felt that way about your mother. Still do, matter of fact. Well, when he stops by to fish with me, you two can talk.”

“Wait, does he know I’m here?” you ask, unsure if you’re afraid or hopeful.

“Course not. I had no idea before now the two of you were acquainted.”

For this, you’re grateful. Part of you thinks that if Arthur knew you were here, he’d never come here again. A few days pass and you’re sitting at the table, drinking coffee, when someone knocks on the door.

“I’ll get it,” Hamish says. He hobbles over and opens it. “Arthur!”

“Hello, Hamish. You said we could go fishin’?”

“I did. However, I wanted to introduce you to someone first. Baby?” Hamish gestures for you.

Fear grips your gut. Do you really want to see him knowing he could have easily abandoned you? You’ve no idea where he’s been all these weeks. Had he been lying when he said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you? So many questions flit through your mind and your chest tightens, making you want to cry.

“Come on, baby,” Hamish gestures for you again. With a resolved sigh, you walk over to the door.

“Hello, Arthur,” you say quietly and finally dare to look up at him.

You never thought you’d see Arthur looking the way he does now. Angry, perhaps, or scared, but not relieved and on the brink of tears.

“Darlin’?” he says quietly. “Y/N, you… I been lookin’ everywhere for ya.”

“So have I, Arthur.” Tears spill down your cheeks and you reach out for him. He quickly takes your hand in both of his before pulling you in for a tight hug. He holds your head to his chest, his heart drumming in your ears, and he kisses your head.

“I’ll give you two a moment,” Hamish says and he slips outside through the backdoor.

You and Arthur hold each other for a few moments, silently reconnecting before you pull away.

“Arthur, where have you been? I don’t know how long I looked for you.”

“I know, I know. I went to Valentine as soon as I got back, but no one there knew where you were.”

“Got back? From where?”

Arthur sits you down at the table and explains about the failed bank robbery and his trip to Guarma. “I don’t think I woulda lasted long down there,” he says, “it was nothin’ short of hell. But the thought of coming back to you kept me going.” He squeezes your hand affectionately. “I meant it, you know.”

“What?” you say.

“When I said I wanted to spend the rest of my life with ya. I still mean it, darlin’. If you’ll have me, that is.”

“Of course I will, Arthur. I mean, hell you’ve already won over my father, and the two of you didn’t even know I was involved. That’s nearly impossible, by the way. My dad’s never liked any of my previous relationships, not that I blame him anymore. Most of them were… idiots.”

Arthur grins and leans over to kiss you. You return it enthusiastically, feeling like a piece of you that’s been missing has finally been replaced.

Hamish walks in shortly afterwards. “So, you two lovebirds ready to go fishin’?” You both nod and stand, heading outside and clambering into the boat. Hamish gives Arthur his spare lure and then Arthur rows the boat out into the middle of the lake.

After a few hours and after watching your father get pulled into the lake by the monster pike he’s been hunting for three years, Arthur finally catches it and Hamish gets the pleasure of bashing the fish’s head in.

Arthur rows the boat back to shore and he helps you out. His hand doesn’t leave yours as he walks you up to the cabin.

“Well, that sure was some magnificent fish,” Arthur says to Hamish.

“He sure was. Hey listen, you ever wanna go huntin’, stop by. I’m sure Y/N wouldn’t argue,” he gives you a wink.

Arthur chuckles. “Sure, I’d like that. What you say, darlin’? Wanna go huntin’ with me and your ol’ man?”

You smile and reach up to kiss him. “I’d love to, but… maybe you two boys can get to know each other better?”

Arthur smiles and nods. “Okay. I’d like that, even though I’ll miss ya.”

“Oh hush, Arthur, you’ll be seeing plenty of me.”

Arthur gives you one last kiss and then bids farewell to Hamish before leaving. The moment he closes the door, Hamish walks over and puts his hand on your shoulder.

“I’m real happy for ya, baby. Arthur seems to really love ya. I knew from the instant I met him he was a good man, and I can see he’ll make a good husband.”

“Dad! He hasn’t even proposed.”

Hamish looks at you with a sly smile. “Give it time, sweetheart. I reckon… two more weeks and he’ll ask me for your hand.”

You roll your eyes and turn away to help Hamish with the fish.

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Over the next two weeks, Arthur stops by nearly everyday to see you. Sometimes he sits at the table and Hamish joins in, asking Arthur questions about his life. To your surprise, Arthur doesn’t hide anything about his past. When you asked him why, he said he wanted your father to know everything about the man who loved his daughter more than anything in the world.

Your relationship with Arthur has fully rekindled and even grown. If you thought before his trip to Guarma that you’d like to spend the rest of your life with him, it’s become a need now. You have to be with him. Life without Arthur would be like someone telling you that you couldn’t breathe anymore.

Arthur’s been much more romantic with you too. Now that he doesn’t have to hold any secrets, he has no barriers to worry about. Most days, he asks you to join him in a simple ride or a walk. One time, he’d visited when Hamish was out hunting, so he invited you to swim to the island and lie in the sun with him. You said yes, but when you were about to jump in, he prodded your shoulder. When you turned around, he was stark naked.

“Arthur! I didn’t know you meant swim naked!”

“Well of course, darlin’. Figured you and I could have some fun on that island.”

You couldn’t help but blush but you stripped down to nothing and the two of you raced to the island. There, Arthur really showed you how much he missed you there. It was a day you’d never forget.

The night comes when Arthur takes Hamish up on his offer to go hunting. Hamish heartily agrees and Arthur kisses you hard before the two of them leave.

“Now don’t you worry, darlin’. I’ll bring your pa back in one piece.”

“You better. Now make sure he comes back with two legs.”

Arthur chuckles and as he walks out behind Hamish, you smack his ass. “Hey! None of that in front of your ol’ man!”

You laugh and close the door. A few hours later, Hamish returns alone.

“Where’s Arthur?” you ask.

“Oh, he had to go take care of something with his gang,” Hamish says, but you notice he doesn’t really look at you.

The next day, you wait for Arthur to visit, but he doesn’t. Nor does he come the next day or the next. You’re beginning to get nervous, wondering if he’s been in some incident like the one that led him to Guarma. Hamish senses your fears and he encourages you.

“I’m sure he’ll be around shortly. He’s probably just busy. Sounds like his gang’s in a lot of trouble.”

“I know. He’s been telling me how his leader Dutch has been losing his mind.”

“Yes, but like I said, I’m sure he’ll be around shortly.” He gives you a suspicious wink.

Just as Hamish predicted, the next day Arthur comes by. Hamish invites him in to see the wolf they encountered the night they went hunting. Arthur admires it for a moment, then he turns to you.

“Darlin’, will you come with me? Wanna take you somewhere.” You agree and the two of you mount your horses. He takes you up to Calumet Ravine near the Wapiti Reservation. He stands silently near you for a while at the north end of the lake to watch the sun begin to set, his hand curled around yours.

He’s been standing so long, you begin to wonder what he’s planning.

“Darlin’,” he finally says. “The end is coming for my family. My way of life.”

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s Dutch. He’s… losin’ his mind. He seems to be on a suicide mission and plannin’ on takin’ as many of us with him as he can. So many people have left already, and I’d be surprised if more don’t end up doing the same.” He continues looking off towards the sunset. “My point is, darlin’, is my time with the gang is coming to an end. One way or another, this is nearly over. When that time comes, I’ll need somewhere to go. Maybe I’m being optimistic, but I was hopin’... Hopin’ I could try for a life with you. If you’ll have me.”

Arthur finally turns to you and he reaches into his satchel, pulling out a tiny box. He opens it and reveals a small silver banded ring with a sapphire set into it. You gasp, but he continues. “Darlin’, I went with your father to do more than hunt the other night. I went to ask him for his permission to marry ya. So… Y/N Sinclair, will ya marry me?”

You laugh and hug him. “Arthur, nothing would make me happier.” He holds you tight and you hear a faint chuckle rumble in his chest.

“Thank ya for this, darlin’. Now let me put this on.”

He pulls away and takes the ring out of the box and slides it onto your finger. After inspecting it, you reach up and kiss him.

********************************************

The moment you got home from your ride with Arthur, Hamish demanded to see the ring. He spent longer than was necessary looking at it, though you knew he did it to unsettle Arthur, which made you laugh.

“Dad, you can relax. It’s just a ring.”

“Just making sure he did right by my baby girl.” He finally released your hand and smiled at both of you. “Well, I’m real proud of you both.”

Only a few days later, both you and Hamish were awakened late in the night by distant sounds. They appeared to be gunshots and it was causing Hamish’s anxiety to spike. Your mind immediately turned to Arthur and that he was in trouble, but Hamish told you it was unlikely. A few hours later, however, someone knocked on the door. You opened it and revealed Arthur, looking horrible. He was beaten badly and the way he stood suggested he had injured ribs, maybe even broken.

“Arthur! What happened?” You grabbed his hand and dragged him inside, sitting him down gingerly in the chair.

“Things… fell apart.” Hamish brought him a strong whiskey and Arthur told you both the events that led up to the gang completely falling apart. He ends it by telling about how the Pinkertons discovered the gang’s hideout.

“It’s over. It’s all over,” he says miserably. “Everything I… I sacrificed everything for. None of it matters.”

Arthur looks beyond devastated and it breaks your heart. Ignoring the fact that Hamish is watching, you lean down and press Arthur’s head into your chest, hugging him tightly. He sniffs loudly and clutches you so hard it almost hurts, but you say nothing.

“Dutch, he… he let Micah trick him. He was rattin’ us out to the Pinkertons all along. He… he nearly killed me and Dutch just stood there and watched. I been with him for more than twenty years and Micah’s only been there for six goddamn months. It was like none it meant anythin’ to Dutch.”

You stroke Arthur’s hair, trying to comfort and sooth him. “I’m so sorry, Arthur. I can only imagine how much you tried to prevent that from happening.” You let him cry for a moment into your shirt, and then you speak up again. “But I want you to know that you always have a place with me. 20 years from now, I’ll still be here right beside you. I just want you to know that.”

Only now do you realize you’re also crying. After a few moments, Arthur releases you and gingerly stands up. He suddenly cups your cheek and strokes a stray tear. “Thank ya, darlin’. The best choice I ever made was to ask you to marry me.” He kisses you so gently, but behind it is all the emotion he feels. All the pain for his gang, but the gratitude he feels for you.

Hamish clears his throat and the both of you look over at him, blushing a bit. He just laughs though. “Well, son, sounds like you’re in need of a family. You’re more than welcome to find one in me and my daughter.”

“Thank you, Hamish,” Arthur says and he walks over to him and holds out his hand. Hamish takes it.

“Honey, you look like you’ve been to hell and back,” you say, putting your hand on his shoulder. “Come on, you need to rest.”

With that, you gently guide Arthur to your room and get him settled into your bed. You start to clean him up, dabbing at his face with a damp cloth to clear the dried blood. Afterwards, he looks some better. You then position him with some extra pillows to cushion his injured ribs.

“Get some sleep,” you whisper and kiss his head. He suddenly grabs your hand.

“Stay with me?”

He looks so desperate, you can’t refuse, so you nod and climb under the covers with him and settle gently against his chest. His hand winds into your hair and he sighs.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I love you more than you could know,” he says softly.

“Well, if it’s as much as I love you, then I think I do know.” You kiss his neck and close your eyes.

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A few weeks have passed and Arthur has healed well, both physically and mentally. The grief that came from his gang falling apart was extremely difficult for him to get over, but you did everything you could to help him. There were times he was unusually quiet, and other times when he was angry. You were patient though as you knew these were the steps he had to take in order to recover from his grief.

Hamish was the best source of help to you in how to handle Arthur during the most difficult times as he acted the same way shortly after losing your mother. Arthur doesn’t tell you but he can never repay you for how patient and understanding you are.

When he’s physically recovered to the point he can withstand going hunting and riding, Hamish suggests you both take Buell and go out and have a little trip. This turns out to be the best medicine Arthur could have gotten, going out into the wild and being alone with you. You both end up in Big Valley and spend over a week there. Arthur ends up sleeping with you a lot, but you don’t mind as you know it’s acting as an outlet for him, and that he wouldn’t be doing it if he didn’t have extremely strong feelings for you.

He manages the physical demands of the trip well enough and by the time you get back, you’re both laden down with so many pelts and meat, Hamish says he won’t have to go hunting for six months.

“Well, I’m glad the two of you are back. There’s been signs around of a huge boar and I found some cattle gored.”

A few days later, Hamish spots the boar by the outhouse. He tells you and Arthur to grab your horse and follow him. You and Arthur ride your horse as Arthur’s died the night his gang fell apart. With Arthur riding behind, you track the boar up to a trail where Hamish loses it because it splits in two. He tells you to follow one path and he’ll take Arthur, so you direct your mare up the hill.

“What is that?” Arthur says as something appears in the trees, lying on the ground. He dismounts and inspects it. “Damn boar’s goring wolves now!”

Suddenly you hear gunshots on the next hill behind you. “Dad!” you scream, recognizing the sound of his gun. Arthur quickly jumps onto the back of your horse and you kick her into a canter. When the trail appears, you see Hamish and Buell being chased behind the hill by the boar, which is easily as big as a yearling buffalo.

“Damn thing’s after him,” Arthur grunts as you call for Hamish. Slamming your heels into your mare’s sides, you gallop down the hill and behind the one Hamish vanished behind. Just as you round it, you hear him cry out.

“Dad!” you cry. A second later, he comes into view. Hamish lies on the ground with a nervous Buell standing close by. You scream to him again and leap off your horse, running to him and kneeling by his side.

“Damn boar got me when Buell threw me,” he grunts. You see a thick trickle of blood coming from his half-leg.

“Dad! It’s okay, we’ll get you fixed up.”

“Nah. Nah, baby it’s… it’s too bad for me. ‘Sides, if I had to choose a way to go out, it’d be this way. Doin’ the things I love with the people I care for most.”

Arthur kneels down beside you, his hand on your back. “Hamish.”

“Take care of her, Arthur. My girl’s tough, we both know that, but she needs something to keep her steady. Be there for her since I can’t be anymore.”

“Dad!” you gasp, tears pouring from your eyes, your chest painfully tight. You reach out and take his hand, but he squeezes back gently.

“It’s okay, baby. It’ll be okay. I’ll say hi to your mama. Do me a favor though. Take Buell with ya. You already know how stubborn he is, but he’ll do ya right.”

“I promise, Hamish. We’ll make sure Buell stays with us and I’ll watch out for Y/N. I’ll make sure she’s happy.”

Hamish smiles weakly, but his eyes are glazing over. “You’re a good man, Arthur Morgan. Thank you.”

He lets out a long breath and then the light in his eyes go out. His hand in yours goes slack. A wail escapes your throat as the realization that your father’s dead hits you. Arthur wraps his arms around you, pressing you to his chest.

Suddenly a piercing squeal whips through the air. Arthur bolts up and the two of you see the boar that killed Hamish. Rage floods through you, but Arthur pulls out his pistol.

“This is for Hamish,” he growls. The boar roars and charges. Without hesitating, Arthur unloads his bullets and you watch as they plunge into its skull. Only inches from Hamish’s body, it collapses, barely missing Arthur.

“Fucking thing,” you hiss and then you turn back to Hamish’s body. You stare at him, wishing, hoping that he’ll open his eyes or stir. “Dad? Dad, please. We got the thing. It’s dead.”

You feel a weight on your shoulder. Arthur’s hand squeezes gently. “Come on, darlin’. We need to get him home, get him buried.”

The thought breaks your heart even more and you can’t stand to think of putting him into the cold earth. Arthur seems to understand. He goes over to Buell and leads him over, talking to him gently. Then, with great care, he lifts Hamish’s body and drapes it over Buell’s back.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s just get your pa home.” His voice seems strained as he helps you stand up. He then starts giving you instructions, keeping them very simple. “We’re going to get on our horses, Y/N. Let’s take it slow, darlin’.”

You listen and obey him mindlessly. Your thoughts are fogged and you’re not entirely sure what’s going on. All you know is you want to scream, to rip your chest open because it can’t contain this pain any further.

When the two of you get home, you dismount and then instantly fall to your knees, sobbing. Arthur comes over and kneels down, taking you into his arms. “He was a good man, darlin’, and the best father. Most people don’t get that luxury.” You sob openly into his shirt, clinging to it so tight you’re surprised the fabric doesn’t tear.

“Ya know,” Arthur continues, “for you to experience such pain means you were able to enjoy the best of times.”

You look up at Arthur, barely able to see him through tears. “Promise me you’ll never leave me, Arthur.”

“I promise,” he whispers and kisses your head.

Afterwards, you manage to get the strength to stand up and Arthur helps you find a good spot to bury your father. You find it not far from the cabin by a patch of wildflowers. It’s where your mother is buried and you know he’d want to be buried here too.

Arthur does the majority of the work to dig a suitable grave for Hamish. You help as much as you can, but you have to take several breaks as you’re overtaken by the pain.

By the time the sun sets, Hamish is buried and Arthur sets down an engraved stone to mark it, declaring Hamish as a loving father and friend. It couldn’t be better. As you stand near the grave, silently crying, Arthur takes you in his arms again.

“We’ll get through this, darlin’. You helped me when I lost my family, the least I can do is the same for you.”

“At least I haven’t lost all my family,” you sniff and snuggle a little closer to him.

“I’ll never leave ya, sweetheart. I’ll always be here for ya.” He kisses your head again and the two of you stand silently. As the sky grows darker, you see a glimmer of hope in the thought that you have the rest of forever to spend with Arthur, the family you chose to have despite being deprived of the one you had before. Perhaps from here on, you can build a bigger one with him by your side. Hamish would want nothing more for you, after all.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 fanfic #red dead fanfic #awkward asks

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daebakinc · 7 years ago

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Monsta X Beautiful in NYC Fan Account

To put it lightly, this concert was an emotional roller coaster.

It rained on and off for the 7 hours I was in line, but I met some really awesome people and we spent the whole time talking, laughing, and jamming so the time passed like it never has before. They were late letting us in, but I think that’s because there were just so many people.

I got packed into the pit, which proved to me beyond a doubt I will try to never do that again, but more on that later.

The show started 45 min late due to a “medical emergency,” but the boys all looked fine when they came out and I didn’t see any of them in pain, so I’m not sure what actually happened. I was also afraid they’d cut the setlist like EXO did, but the boys spoiled us and performed the whole thing and, damn, did they hit it out of the park.

Monsta X displayed just how flexible they are as a group at this concert. Not only did they cover perfectly for Hyungwon, bless his heart, but they also showed us a nice mix of their discography with some of their harder, hyped songs alongside some of their ballads. My top songs of the night were White Love, Ex-Girl, All In, and Shine Forever. Watch fan-cams and you will understand. I will say, I never really noticed how masculine Monsta X’s dances are but to say they all looked sexy as hell is an understatement. They really are the beautiful ones, from all the fan service they gave us to talking each other up to the really cute habit they have of randomly mouthing each others’ lines. They are all that perfect combination of cute and sexy. I will say they didn’t speak as much English as I thought they would, but I guess they were nervous about it.

My bias is Shownu and the man did not fail to ruin me. He is even more handsome and cute in real life, a human teddy bear. I really should be used to that but I’m not lol. My problem comes because I’m still not used to having a dancer for a bias. So when he makes sexy faces while dancing instead of the “I need to concentrate on controlling my body so I don’t mess up this choreography” face, it kills me. He really showed off both his dancing and vocal skills. His dancing is that kind that’s so controlled it looks flawless and makes you want to keel over, especially during 24K Magic and All In (that shoulder move!!!). He was also so, so on point with his notes that it made me fall in love with his voice all over again. It’s just so pretty! On the other hand, when he smiled, especially during his intro, your heart stopped from the utter adorableness. They did a VCR where he admitted his favorite nicknames from fans were Shownu-minator (from Terminator/robot Shownu) and Shownu bear. Also, while everyone was changing from their solo stages, the members took turns telling us which one of them was the most romantic, and Wonho spilled that Shownu is always buying his friends presents. Such a sweetheart.

Let me say this first: Wonho, along with Jooheon, is my worst bias wrecker in this group. He really, really tried to make himself the bias last night. Just everything about him. His face is a given, like wow, it is perfect. In the VCR, Hyungwon compared Wonho’s body to Hercules and I happen to think it’s even more perfect. He showed it off during his solo stage where he forwent a shirt in favor of an open jacket and let me tell you, I think the concert hall exploded with sound. Even when he had a shirt, like at the end when he threw off his jacket, it was lovely. However, as much as Wonho is recognized for his beautiful body, I think he should be talked about just as much for his beautiful heart and talent. His voice was incredible and he wrote his solo himself! He said the lyrics are about coming from nothing to something and damn if that didn’t squeeze my heart. His smile too when we sung the lyrics back to him is something I’ll never forget; it was this mix of wonder, delight, and gratitude. He certainly showed us with all the hearts he threw and his teasing (he made us chant his name and looked like a happy little kid when we did it really loud). He and Shownu messed around a lot and it was so adorable, like he made Shownu show off his arms but Minhyuk smacked Shownu for it lol. Finally…. I CAUGHT A PIECE OF CANDY THAT HE THREW AND WILL TREASURE IT FOREVER!!!!

As much as we all regard Minhyuk primarily as Monsta X’s mood-maker, he really is so much more. Of course, he’s known for that role for a reason. He talked so much and did a lot of teasing and joking around both with us and the members. He did things like imitating Jooheon’s rap in his and Kihyun’s solo, immediately claiming he was the most romantic member but then going back and saying it was Jooheon, and saying he fell in love with us after seeing how many of us were dancing and singing along. Speaking of dancing and singing, Minhyuk showed off that he is just as talented in both categories as the others. I honestly sometimes forget he’s a vocalist because he’s just so bubbly and bouncy it makes you focus on him being literal sunshine. But last night he reminded me just why he is a vocalist. There’s just something about his voice, even though he doesn’t belt it out like Kihyun for example, there’s power there and definitely a voice to pay attention to. He looked so happy when he was watching us, like I think if it had been possible, he would’ve come down and hugged every one of us. He was also ever so cute when he would speak English for us and really polite when he did too.

Okay, so even though Admin V’s bias is Kihyun and she said he made her make dying whale noises when she saw him, I didn’t think he would be that bad. I was so wrong. If I had to choose one word for him it would be EXTRA. And yes, the all caps is intentional. However, it’s not the bad extra like he’s trying too hard; he just puts that much of himself into performing with every ounce of passion in his body. Whether that was throwing himself into the choreography with body rolls and thrusts or belting out his power notes, I’m surprised he didn’t run out of energy because he was like that the whole concert. I’ve gotta say watching him perform Mirror was one of the sexiest things of the night, notes and head banging and all. He didn’t stop gifting us when he wasn’t performing either; he gave constant fan service that included flashing his abs, making all kinds of faces, and such big smiles. Even though he gave us so much attention, he also took really good care of his members, like he wiped away Wonho’s sweat for him, beatbox for Jooheon, hyping them all up, and made IM delay a song so he could get something off his face. Also, in the VCR, he tried to tell Jooheon the trick to good selcas is to make your facial expression spaced out but Jooheon just teased the hell out of him lol.

Jooheon is right up there with Wonho for bias wrecker. That did not change after last night. All the things I love about him are 1,000 worse in real life. Not only is he gorgeous, that blond hair!, but his facial structure is just perfect. And his face is just the tip of the iceberg. He did a little bit of aegyo and I’m pretty sure there was a collective squeal. It was worse when he was trying to prove he was the most romantic by singing and then got all flustered about it. So precious. We all know Jooheon is incredibly passionate about music and his performance was a pure embodiment of that. The way he just spit out his rap in Mirror, and every other song honestly, proved his talent and stage charisma beyond a doubt. That said, it was his singing lines in songs like White Love that really killed me. Out of all the members, I think he appreciated us singing the lyrics the most. He had such a huge smile that looked ready to break his face and it was pure joy itself. He held out his mic for us so many times and we did a pretty good job with the lyrics too.

So can anyone tell me when IM grew up? For real, when did the little maknae I knew become a man, ever present boy aside? He looked like such an adult, so handsome and all grown into his face and shoulders. Despite that, he’s still got that same personality I love so much. He was obviously nervous in the beginning, quiet and straight-faced, but by the end he was so into it and was breaking into a smile even while rapping because he was so happy with our response. Yet he still got bashful and shy when the others made him sing to show he was romantic and when they announced they only had a few songs left, he hung his head and made the “T-T” with his hands by his face. I really love that about him: he’s himself and doesn’t try to force himself to be always on. I wanted to hug that cute little thing so bad! Those hugging thoughts did go out the window temporarily during their songs though. He was able to go from smooth romantic during their ballads to charismatic beast during their harder songs. His is another voice I could listen to for hours.

Even though Hyungwon wasn’t there, Monbebes gave him almost as much love as if he were. He got extremely loud screams when he came up on the VCRs and when Wonho asked us to chant for his name, we did not disappoint. He was also super adorable in the VCR because Wonho made him do aegyo and his immediate response to the request was to bang his head on the wall lol. Let’s hope he recovers well and can come see us next time.

Overall, Monsta X gave us such a passionate concert and were completely open with their unabashed appreciation of how much we loved them. I can’t wait to see them again.

Now, I’m sorry to end this on a slightly negative note, but I feel like this needs to be said:

Monbebes, I have to say, are the second rowdiest fandom I’ve dealt with. I’m sorry, but I have to call us out because so many of us were rude. Even before the concert, people were cutting the line so I ended up beside people who got there hours after I did. The boys had to ask us to move back twice and I got pushed out of the way so many times. I almost cried because I couldn’t see anymore because all the people had their phones held as high as they could so I could barely see any of the members. When the translator was speaking, I could barely hear him because so many people were screaming instead of being reasonably quiet. I get it, you were excited and maybe it’s because a lot of you were younger, but some of you were older and should know better. I was really excited for yesterday too, but this concert was very nearly ruined for me because of other fans. Please, be considerate of other fans so everyone can have a good time and see the group, no matter whose concert you go to.

#monsta x #beautiful in the us #beautiful in new york #beautiful in nyc #monsta x beautiful in new york #monsta x fan account #fan account #kpop fan account

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bakukirikami · 8 years ago

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I'd like to request all the angsty headcanons please

GOD ok this ask is over a week old but im finally ready 2 deliver

under the cut bc this is literally 2k of bakukirikami angst hc’s

bakugou

not rlly super angsty but he’s rlly touch sensitive

mainly bc of the sludge villain which. makes sense

the first time kiri and kami swings an arm over his shoulder he flinches To The Max and they’re shocked bc angry baku just jumped away from them

though it’s good for the beginning of their relationship bc it helps them realise and understand it

they both ask him first if they can hug him and tbh for the first few seconds baku doesn’t know what to do

eventually he hugs them back and Gosh it’s such a good feeling

he feels a little calmer and he just relaxes and shit he feels gr88

he doesn’t even mind if he tells anyone else abt hugging them bc he’s just so glad that he feels safe being held by someone

tbh it’s not easy to overcome something like that? esp for baku, he’s so used to having control that the sludge villain really hit him hard.

the first time they share a bed together baku’s in the middle although he’s the tallest.

he’s been so long without proper touch and kiri and kami really just wanna make him feel loved

at first it’s Too Much Touch and he feels really trapped but his bf’s really did some research abt touch sensitivity and they figured out how to calm him down

he sleeps really well when he’s in the middle bc he knows that he’s literally surrounded by love

he’s the last of the three to wake up in the morning and when he does he can just hear kiri and kami whispering about how much they love him so he buries his head in his pillow and kicks them both so they don’t see him smiling and blushing

eventually after a REALLY LONG TIME he does end up trusting 1a so he doesn’t really mind if they know about his touch sensitivity

there’s nothing wrong with it ofc he’s not any less of a hero it’s just another part of him

but if anyone from another class/in general mocks him about his flinching he will try to explode him and it takes kiri and kami 43 tries to get him to calm down

he finds it really irritating ofc bc he wasn’t always touch sensitive! fuckin sludge villain

when he goes home to visit his family he brings kiri and kami home to meet them

mitsuki hasn’t seen baku in ages so her first instinct is to hug him which is p normal for a mom imo

he flinches for a second and then he realises this is my mom she literally has baby soft skin she can’t hurt me before he relaxes

she still notices his flinching bc she’s his fuckin mom so she asks kiri about it later bc he seems like a good lad

kami overhears and helps explain

later when they’re trying to go to sleep they tell baku and he just shrugs bc he doesn’t mind. he’s getting used to it now

sidenote bakugou’s family fucking love kiri and kami

when he finds out ragdoll lost her quirk he gets a few nightmares about losing his own quirk

makes sense tbh bc the majority of his confidence and arrogance stemmed from his Super Awesome Quirk

usually ends up with him waking up really sweaty and holes in his blankets from uncontrolled explosions during his sleep

he goes to the bathroom to cool off and he stares at his reflection a lot and constantly reminds himself that he’s not going to lose his quirk he’s not he’s not he’s not

what happened to ragdoll isn’t going to happen to him he’s okay

when/if kiri and kami find out they’re shocked again bc they’re not used to insecure bakugou

however they do reassure him a lot that he’s not going to lose his quirk

they remind him a lot that nightmares don’t make you weak at all

he doesn’t usually say anything but if he does it’s usually just “yeah, yeah, yeah, i know.”

“thanks dumbasses”

his dreams usually rotate between hero dreams and fluffy dreams abt his bf’s so the first time he has a nightmare he’s super pissed off bc! He’s strong he shouldn’t be getting nightmares

kami and kiri are Best Bfs they buy baku all might merch when he’s feeling Bad

kirishima

right so listen up kiri’s rlly insecure about his quirk in general so like after baku got kidnapped he really beat himself up about it like A LOT A LOT

his updated hero costume has sleeves from a few of the scars he gave himself during that time

bc of his quirk he rlly doesn’t need armour or anything so everything when they tell him he can upgrade he goes

“fuck i need to hide these scars”, thus, sleeves

during the hero license exam arc kami’s confused bc why the fuck would kirishima, whos ((pretty much)) made of steel need s l e E V E S

kami doesn’t question it tho bc who the fuck is he to judge. kami’s costume is literally just a cool jacket and pants w/ lightning bolts

baku (and everyone else) doesn’t really notice bc theyre used to kiri’s Extra As Fuck costume

anyway eventually bakugou and kaminari are going to end up seeing his scars, whether on purpose or not

when kiri explains baku’s first reaction is just anger bc not only does he think he’s the reason for all might’s end, but he’s thinks that it’s his fault kiri hurt himself

its no one’s fault of but neither of them know what to say but they just both hold kiri really tightly and at that moment, that’s all he needs

DOESN’T LIKE TALKING ABT HIS FEELINGS BC HE DOESN’T WANT TO BURDEN HIS PALS

sunshine kid needs to stop bottling things up blease kiri

spends half of his time in class overthinking about things

he wants to make everyone happy and please everyone but kiri u can’t do that you gotta make yourself happy first

after he, baku and kami get together he talks a lot abt his insecurities and he feels so liberated honestly its a good feel u go kiri 👏👏

they’ll be in bakugou’s room watching a movie and as soon as the credits start rollin he exhales and sits up straight and just Starts Talking

bakugou and kami don’t interrupt them, they just let him talk and as soon as he’s done kami cuddles him and drowns him in blankets

baku does His Thing but kiri still knows he cares so he smiles really fondly at baku which makes him blush bc kiri has the nicest smile!

eventually kami will make bakugou cuddle w/ them

they all sleep a lot better that night.

(kiri’s in the middle)

used to get a lot of shit @ middle school during The Edgy Phase

filed his teeth in anger

vowed to be the nicest person he could be

he doesn’t like thinking about it a lot but he definitely thinks it made him a stronger and better person

got mocked a lot abt his quirk bc it wasn’t “flashy enough” ://

this is already canon but he cried when meeting tetsu for obvious reasons

STILL CANON but best bros w/ tetsu

he talks to tetsu abt their quirks a lot

tetsu is a Comfort Buddy

initially tetsu doesn’t rlly understand why kiri is upset about the lack of originality of his quirk, but once he does understand he’s very comforting

of the two, people say tetsu’s quirk is more unique because he’s transforming his body from flesh into steel, whereas kiri’s is flesh into harder flesh

(this is p much why tetsu initially has difficulty understanding)

tetsu reassures kiri a lot tho and in the end they always feel a lot better about their quirks

once or twice tetsu mentions it to kami and bakugou

out of the blue they’ll randomly compliment kiri and his quirk and he’s super happy

they never say anything to kiri about tetsu but kami and baku are really grateful that he told them

forever upset that he won’t meet crimson riot

kaminari

mmmMMMKAY maya has some angsty kami hc’s here in case u havent seen them yet but ITS MY TURN NOW

super pissed off bc of how he always gets called stupid and dumb!

yes he doesn’t have the best grades but can you stick a knife in a toaster without dying? no? didn’t think so

whenever anyone is a dick about his intelligence he gets really pissed and starts shooting tiny sparks out of his body

when he came to UA he did that a lot less tho

but he does it most often around jirou

(at UA its usually her being a dick)

once she pushed him a lot and he nearly did fry her

kiri had to calm him down and hold him back

when he was little and figuring out his quirk he accidentally fried his favourite book and he cried for ages

got yelled at by teachers as a kid by teachers for accidentally short circuiting the building

bc of this he doesn’t like loud shouting a lot

he Will Flinch

especially when he goes to UA and when all might teaches

nothing wrong w/ all might ofc but his voice is really loud i’d flinch too

like he knows all might’s not going to hurt him but fuck it sounds like he is

after a while all might is the only loud adult voice he can deal with

he doesn’t really want the teachers to know bc its sorta a sensitive topic

when/if kiri and bakugou find out they won’t force him to tell anyone, they’ll just help him cope with it and comfort him

scars on his limbs from not knowing how to use his quirk as a kiddo

constantly terrified of losing control over his quirk and hurting ppl he cares about

idk i think that’s already canon but it’s important bc !! he actually likes the people at UA and he doesn’t want to hurt him

craves affection and attention all the time

he doesn’t need to be the center of attention at all, he just wants to be noticed and would rather not blend it

it’s not like he would go out of his way to stand out though, he just wants to be liked for who he is

it helps him a lot w/ his self confidence since he’s so used to him and his quirk being shoved aside (a result of the backlash of overusing his quirk)

will cover up his pain or hurt with a joke because he like other people seeing him helpless

always stressed on how to be a better hero

runs his hands through his hair a lot

on bad days he’ll pull at his hair

bakugou and kirishima can tell whenever he’s feeling more upset because they’ll notice random strands of his hair floating around

a short attention span

it contributes to his “bad grades” and he hates himself for it

literally when he figured out just how short it was he electrocuted a couple trees because he was so pissed off

his parents gave him a really old record player for his dorm at UA but it broke when kiri and bakugou were having an arm wrestle in his room

dunno why they arm wrestling in his room BUT THEY WERE

he’s upset for ages bc that’s what reminded him of home

tries every possible way to fix it

he’s not even upset with kiri or bakugou he’s just. Empty

kiri and even bakugou apologise a lot and they actually feel awful for ages

at some point they buy him another one

ofc they know they can’t replace the other one but what else can you do

can’t go a day without someone insulting his hero costume

cries when he can’t buy a new video game and starts shooting sparks if someone else in 1a has it but he doesn’t

he gets really insecure about his body randomly, especially when he compares himself to bakugou and kirishima

but he wouldn’t mind being a little stronger but boi gets distracted all the time

but its obviously different bc ofc baku and kiri use their whole body to fight, but kami doesn’t need to do that

that being said, he doesn’t really want to be Super Buff either

#katsuki bakugou #kirishima eijirou #kaminari denki #bnha #mha #i listened to my emo romantic playlist on full blast the whole time writing this who the fuck am i #also this is all over the place im sorry !! hope u enjoyed tho #also i think touch sensitive baku is kinda popular but its one of my faves so #self harm mention /#headcanons #bkkb #mod maia #maka lucy #asks #angst #affection #cuddling #fluff #requests

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waywardmoeyy · 8 years ago

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Shattered Like Glass (Part 2)

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2000+

Warnings: swearing, violence, drinking, drugging, attempted kidnapping.

Part 1

Sam glanced up at the clock on the motel wall. 12:34am. Where the hell was Y/N? He heard Dean’s door slam a while back, but you never returned. Weird.

He stood from the chair he had plopped himself into an hour or so before and walked over to the window. He peered into the parking lot. The pavement was drenched. When did it start raining? He spotted the Impala parked right where Dean left it.

“What the hell?” He was sure it was you who slammed Dean’s door. If you weren’t in Dean’s room ripping him a new one, then you would have taken Baby. He decided to walk over to Dean’s room to make sure.

Sam knocked on the door to Dean’s room and waited a moment. Nothing. He knocked again.

“Come to yell at me again—“ Dean huffed as he peered up at his giant brother. “Oh, hey,” he mumbled as he moved from the door, leaving an unspoken invitation for Sam to enter. “Are you here to yell at me now?” Dean plunged back into the large chair he had obviously been sitting in for a while, judging by the newly emptied beer bottles on the table beside it.

“Um, no Dean. I’m just—“

“Trying to hear my side? You are such a saint, Sam.” Dean snapped sarcastically. He popped open another beer and kicked his legs up onto the coffee table in front of him. “I’m sure she gave you quite a story when she got back. Look, I didn’t mean anything by it and I certainly didn’t mean to hurt her. She’s a tough chick anyway.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “Dean, Y/N never came back,” Sam explained, his voice thick with annoyance and worry.

Dean slammed his beer down on the side table beside him, causing some of it to splash out. “What the hell are you talking about Sammy? She left over an hour ago.” Dean growled.

“Yeah, but she never came back to our room.” Sam mocked, reminding his brother that he was the one who separated them. “I thought I would check to see if she was still here.” Sam peered out Dean’s window, checking for any movement. “It’s raining, Dean. I’m sure she hasn’t gone far. But we need to go find her.” Sam commanded.

“Like I said, she’s a tough chick. I’m sure she’s fine.” Dean’s expression was cold. His emerald eyes darkened.

“Dean, I don’t know what is up your ass today, but this is Y/N we are talking about. She is practically family!” Sam grabbed the doorknob. “Plus, women about her age are going missing, remember?” he snapped.

Dean’s stomach sank. Shit. Sam was right. For all they knew these women could be dead in a ditch somewhere or worse, being tortured by some Djinn or demon. Dean shot up out of his chair, snatched his jacket off the coat rack, and rushed to the door.

You threw down another shot and slammed the small glass onto the counter. The bartender grinned as he poured you another. Was he trying to get you drunk? You didn’t really care as long as Dean Winchester wasn’t involved. You downed the shot quickly. Then, you swiveled the bar stool around to take in your surroundings.

A tall, muscular man approached you from one of the booths near the front window. His dark, auburn hair was spiked in the front and his tattered leather jacket was torn on one sleeve. He looked like he had seen better days, but he was hot and that’s what mattered.

He took a seat next to you. “What was his name?” he asked in a low, raspy voice. He turned to you, his light amber eyes shining under the dim bar lights.

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to talk about it,” you snapped. Your Y/C/E eyes flicked his direction.

“It’s okay, darlin’. How about I buy you another drink?” His eyebrow lifted and he turned, motioning to the bartender.

The bartender nodded to the man, “You got it, Jacob.”

“What the hell, why not?” you muttered as you turned back towards the bar. The bartender slipped another drink in front of you in a new glass, taking the old one away.

“What’s your name, pretty thang?” Jacob asked, his light southern drawl making you shiver.

You grinned and chuckled. “Y/N.” You leaned your head far back, downing your drink.

“Well, Y/N, what do you say we blow this joint? Maybe find something a little more… stimulating?” His hand grazed your denim covered thigh. You breath shuttered, then your mind went back to Dean. Fuck him.

You leaned into Jacob’s arm, now feeling a strong buzz, “That sounds awesome,” you slurred. His arm glided to your hip as you stood from the barstool. Jacob threw some cash onto the counter and you both made your way to the door. The room began to spin wildly. Man, your buzz must have been worse than you thought.

The rain freckled your face as you and Jacob made your way to the alleyway beside the bar. He pulled you by the hand as you stumbled into the darkness. Then, in a second, his hands were firm against your arms. You winced as your back slammed into the cold, wet brick wall. His lips were quickly on yours, dancing forcefully and erratically. Your head continued to spin as you struggled to keep your footing. Pulling away, you gasped for air. You glanced up at Jacob, who smirked down at you.

“What’s the matter, darlin’?” He chuckled as his eyes flicked to black.

Shit. Shit Shit. Demon!

You flailed your arms against the monster, trying to scream. His laugh echoed through your head as panic raced through you.

“Get. Off. Me!” you commanded. He grunted as your fist clocked him in the jaw. He stumbled deeper into the darkness and without thinking, you made a break for the road. Thank god Dean taught you how to punch.

Dean.

Your mind struggled to focus as you galloped to the road. Suddenly, a car rushed by you, honking and swerving as it barely missed you. You continued down the bike lane as the rain drenched your clothes. The cold wind wisped around you making you shiver. Damn it. Why did you have to prove a point? You could have just gone back to your room with Sam and mindlessly drank in the safety of the motel. But no, you had to go get drunk at a bar with demons. Moron.

You huffed as you slowed your pace, your head still spinning like a top. Another car approached, the headlights blinding you as it slowed beside you. Panic set in as you imagined being dragged into the back seat by more demons. You picked up your pace again.

“Y/N!” you heard a low voice call. A small part of you relaxed as you realized it wasn’t Jacob. The voice was familiar. Very familiar. You turned to see Sam sprinting towards you. Dean rushed out of the driver’s seat of the Impala, leaving the door open as he followed his brother towards you.

You trembled as you sank to your knees. Relief rushed over you at the sight of the brothers coming to your rescue. Sam wrapped his arm around you as he attempted to catch your fall. Dean quickly moved in, shoving his brother aside and picking you up into his arms. “Come on,” he grunted. He carried you back to the Impala. Sam jumped into the driver seat as Dean slid into the back, never letting you go.

You shivered against Dean’s hard chest. His warmth radiated over your rain soaked body. You sighed, letting the fact that you were safe again sink in.

You quickly stripped off your wet clothes and changed into sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Your hands gripped the bathroom sink as you glared at your reflection. Shit, that was a close one. You had been so stupid! Letting your guard down and drinking at a bar in an unknown town, alone? Dumb.

You shoved the door to the bathroom open and walked into the main room of the motel room. Dean and Sam’s gaze seared through you. You knew they were pissed. Well, Dean was even more pissed. He would never forgive you for this. This was what he had trained you not to do. Ever.

“Better?” Sam asked sweetly. Your eyes lifted to his as you nodded. Your gaze shot back down to your bare toes. There was no way you were going to look at Dean now. He was probably scowling at you. You could feel it.

You made your way to the bed, sat on the edge, and pulled your knees to your chest. You kept you gaze low, not sure if it was out of fear or embarrassment, or both.

“Y/N…” Dean growled. You reluctantly looked up at the hunter. His expression was cold, sad. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

You sighed deeply as your muscled tensed. You shook your head, not wanting to start another argument. But he should be sorry. If he had used his words like an adult and talked to you when something was bothering him, none of this would have happened. But no, he was Dean freaking Winchester.

“Y/N, tell us what happened.” Sam’s voice was soft, understanding. He stood and crossed his arms lightly over his broad chest.

You cleared your throat, your buzz still humming in your head. “After I walked out,” you snapped your gaze to Dean again, “I walked to the bar. I got there right as it started to rain, so I decided I would stay for a while. I had a few drinks before-“ You paused, your stomach starting to turn, “before he walked up to me.”

“He? Who was he?” Dean snapped. He stood from his chair as if he was about to pounce on someone.

“Jacob,” you answered.

Sam stepped toward you. “He’s the one who as chasing you?”

You nodded. “He approached me at the bar and bought me a drink. The bartender knew him— the bartender. He was the one who poured the drink. Jacob never touched it. He must have slipped something into it before handing it to me. After that, I felt really dizzy.” Of course the one time to go to a bar alone in a new town, you are drugged by demons.

“Did Jacob try to take you somewhere?” Sam asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

“Well, we both went out to the alley and he kissed me. I mean, he was kind of forceful about it, but I didn’t think much of it until I realized I was drugged. Then, I looked up at him and his eyes went black. That’s when I punched him and ran.”

Dean flinched, when smirked, “You punched him? That’s my girl.”

“Shut up Dean,” you snarled, reminding him that you were still mad as hell.

“Demons.” Sam muttered. “I knew this whole thing stank.”

“No pun intended,” you joked. Sam chuckled.

Dean snapped his gaze back to you, his eyes widening. “Wait, the son of a bitch kissed you?”

You shuttered, remembering the force of the demon’s body on yours. “Yeah, so?” you snapped back, trying to minimize the whole situation in your head.

“Son of a bitch.” Dean grumbled again.

“A little jealous?” Sam joked, laughing.

“Shut up, Sammy.” Dean barked. “Y/N, you’re staying in my room with me until we figure this all out. Sammy, figure out who this Jacob fellow is and try to get all the information you can about the bartender. What was the name of the bar?” his fiery gaze turned to you.

“Hell’s Gate,” you murmured.

“Great, get hunting, nerd.” Dean ordered. “Now, grab your stuff, Y/N. You’re staying with me.” He was out the door before you could protest.

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darklingichor · 7 years ago

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Gilmore Girls Season Two, Episodes 8 & 9

It would be nice to watch one episode of this show where someone I regularly see doesn't set my teeth on edge. I grew up watching weekly TV and it is possible to have conflict between recurring characters where you don't want to put one into a medically induced coma, so they can grow a new personality.

So I can see why I didn't remember much about this episode. Three things that were awesome: Mia, Luke giving Lorelei a pep talk, the development of the painting.

The rest is annoying.

Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with flights between friends. If everyone was always skipping through meadows it would be stupid. However, as I've said before, I have a problem with conflicts that come about because people don't open their damned mouths. As fast and as often as Lorelei talks, she couldn't say to Sookie “Mia selling this place scares me because this is where Rory and I started out” ? I know that sometimes friends pick fights with each other when they are stressed but in my experience, once you get into your 30s and have friends that have known each other, long enough you can tell that's what happening. There have been numerous times when my best friend or I have started a conversation where one of us is just geared up for a fight. My friend let's me get about ten words in before she says “You're acting weird, tell me what's wrong.” I can be a little more blunt saying something along the lines of “What are you pissed off about?” She has two kids so once I turned the mom tables on her and said: “Use your words”.

Basically a blind cat could see that Lorelei was being an ass and it had nothing to do with Sookie. I have a hard time buying that Sookie wouldn't see it. Why did there need a fight in the first place? Was the script too short? Lorelei could have been freaked out and been a little quiet with Sookie and it would have had the same effect. Luke could have just as easily asked how Lorelei was doing with the business stuff, and they could have had the same heart-to-heart. Lorelei could have come to Sookie and explained why she was being so weird, and they could have had a similar moment. The script must have been two minutes too short.

The town turning on Luke... Yep, officially dislike Jess. Also, not too happy with the rest of the town. I'm a little biased here. I grew up in a small town, while there were no town meetings where everyone got together to decide who to treat badly, there were certain people who were just routinely shit upon. It usually had to do with what last name you had. Two families in particular were sort of singled out as “bad news”. The weird part? Everyone in town (except for a very very small number of people) were in some way related to those two families, hell, those two families were related to each other. It always seemed crazy to me... But then I was one of those few people not related to anyone in town maybe it made sense if you had an inside track?

Anyway, I get where the town is coming from, sort of. Jess is a pain in the ass, but he is doing minor mischief. Star's Hollow should count themselves lucky that they aren't a bigger town because Jess is the type to match his mayhem to the town. In a bigger place, there just might have been a dead animal outside the store instead of a chalk outline.

I did love Rory telling him off. I don't really get why Rory would find the prank funny. I mean, she likes the town, right? And while her and her mom do like seeing Star's Hollow residents be quirky she's never really shown any love of chaos. I mean, yeah, Jess is being the G rated version of Loki, but he's still making a lot of people unhappy. I would think that that alone would annoy Rory.

Also, the vibe I got was that he did the whole prank as a way to get Rory's attention... What's the thought process?

“How do I impress the pretty girl who reads a lot? Talk to her about books? Movies? Just talk to her in general? Nah, too common. I know! Dead body chalk outline and police tape! That's not freakishly odd and totally not an idea I should seek therapy for!”

Then again, I also don't get the thought process of “How do I fix the fact that I made the whole town turn on my uncle? I'll fix the toaster, now we're square!”

Jess is both weird and annoying.

I did like the interaction between Emily and Mia. It is weird because I see both sides. I totally get why Emily would be upset that Mia didn't send her home, but on the other hand I get why Mia didn't. Mia didn't send her home because she couldn't have.

Think about it. A sixteen-year-old turns up with a baby, asking for a job, she has steel and determination in her eyes. If you tell her no, you can tell she's not going to give up. She'll just move on to a place that would hire her and maybe that wouldn't be a place where she and her baby would be safe. If you give her a job and a place to stay and then try to make her go home. You can't be sure that she'll actually go home or stay home, that leaves the pair of them in the same iffy situation. Mia knew that Lorelei and Rory would be safe with her, so she took them in.

Not saying Emily should be happy about it, but as always she is looking at how Lorelei leaving impacted her and Richard, not anyone else. She has never talked to Lorelei, asked what her thinking was, the why of it all. It is just all about Emily. That is annoying. But I do like that she seems to be taking small steps forward.

All in all a fairly forgettable episode.

Episode 8. Don't really know why I forgot this one as I really liked it. I loved the ice cream machine bit. I loved that Lorelei named it and called a bunch of relatives. She should have just donated it to Luke's! Even if he didn't need it he would have taken it. Made it into a planter or something.

I feel sorry for Paris for a number of reasons but this episode highlights one. She's laser focused on college, so much so that she's not getting the most out of her education. The assignment of interpreting Romeo and Juliet in a new way is a great one! It allows for the students to really look at and analyze the play, think about the themes consider which are universal and which were products of the time and culture it was written in. This allows for creative thinking and the development of the ability to think about and use what one is learning. But poor Paris is only worried about the grade and so afraid of taking risks that she will only go with what is standard. I speak from experience here, college will melt your brain until you learn how to think.

The teachers are worried because Rory doesn't socialize? I would think they would also be worried that Paris can't think beyond the rigid boundaries of what is written on a page. This school is supposed to prep the kids for college, right? They aren't doing anything differently than the public schools of the early 2000s (aside from the one rogue teacher, I guess).

I kinda like the fact that Paris ended up being Romeo. If they had used a more modern setting that could have been the plan from the start and the whole Tristian drama could have been avoided. I mean, they could have reinterpreted the whole “forbidden love” thing as a lesbian relationship or with the idea that Romeo might be a DFAB trans guy. It would have highlighted society's issues with non hetero, non binary identities. Hell, if they wanted to go deep they could have figured out a way to address the “LGBTQ+ people don't get happy endings” trope that is obvious in a lot of media.

That would have been interesting as Paris and Rory would have had to work together to make this believable and maybe come out of it with a better idea of each other's perspectives.

Speaking of perspective, it was a throw away joke but I liked that Lane's mom watched and came up with a different take on Romeo and Juliet. In my view, R&J is many things, but a love story it is not! What kind of great love story ends in teen suicide? Sure, I thought of it as a love story when I was younger as do a lot of teenagers. I think this makes a point about the play. Teenagers do dumb things out of emotion (adults do too, but that's a whole other line of thought). This doesn't mean that teens are dumb just that they are feeling things so intensely, probably because it is the first time they have felt these emotions that they do stuff that is not well-thought-out. Add parental pressure to that and you have a powder keg. I think R&J is more about how overly controlling parents can push their kids into dangerous situations. Also, to look at the play in a way that might not have been Shakespeare's intent, it could also be seen as a parable detailing why 14 year olds might not be ready for marriage, arranged or otherwise.

Anyway, the little “love triangle” between Christian, Rory, and Dean in this episode was less interesting. First off, I get that Rory is a pretty girl but why is she like catnip to all the boys? Are there really no other nice girls in Chilton or Star's Hollow? The way all the guys flock to and fight over her, you'd think she was dating a sparkly vampire.

Secondly, am I the only one who sees a lot of similarity between Tristian and Jess? Is that why Tristian had to go? Because he was redundant? It is sort of like Christopher and Max. They both could play the same role so one of them had to be cut. The writers needed to compare notes because I feel like there were a few “Oops, we wrote another doppelganger” discussions.

Thirdly, why is Rory still getting the blame for her and Dean's break up? The whole practice fight between Lorelei and Rory just highlights that Lorelei is sort of mean when it comes to this plot line. Dean told Rory he loved her and then got pissed and broke up with her because she didn't feel comfortable saying it back. How does this make Dean the victim? Just because one person is ready for the L word doesn't mean that the other person is, and that doesn't make the latter person bad. Acting like an ass and breaking up with someone you “love” because you didn't hear what you wanted to hear when you wanted to hear it makes that person a jerk.

This seems sort of like the whole “friend zone” myth. A dude decided he wants to date someone but that person doesn't want to date him therefore it is the other person's fault because the dude wants to date them, so they should date the dude! He's decided that he is the right guy for this person, so it must be true. The other person is just a bitch.

Dean loves Rory and is ready to say it, therefore Rory must love Dean and be ready too. He's reached this point so, goddammit, she needs to be at this point too. After all Dean decides how emotions work.

Dean is a teenager (and did something dumb out of emotion) so I can sort of forgive him for not fully empathizing and acting out of hurt feelings. It is the fact that Lorelei keeps sticking up for the dude who was trying to emotionally manipulate her daughter that gets to me. That was part of the “rage trilogy” from last season that made me annoyed at Lorelei because she was all “See it from his side” which is totally valid except for the fact that his side was to act like a brat who didn't get the ice cream he wanted *right then*.

Uge!

Okay on to somewhat happier things. Lorelei's date. That was cute and funny, how she was all proud of being a casual dater and I even liked a lot of jokes Luke made about how old the guy was. It was also really cute how Sookie tried to explain Luke to her. But Luke was being snarkier than necessary. I mean Lorelei is firmly set on her course of sailing that river in Egypt, so she's not going to ask him out right now. I get him being jealous, but he could, you know *ask her out*. I get why he doesn't, I mean what if she says no? But if what Sookie said is supposed to be true, that he's upset because it seems like Lorelei would date anyone but him, how can he be pissed at her when he's never asked? I guess that's why Luke limits it to taking pot shots and then being grouchy(ier) because he realizes he's sulking? Oddly I don't mind this sort of stuff when it involves Luke and Lorelei but when the same stupid jealousy stuff comes up with Rory and Dean, it bugs me. Maybe because as pouty as Luke gets he doesn't act like he owns Lorelei? Don't know really. Luke is likable, Dean is not. Might be as simple as that.

A forgettable episode followed by a pretty good one. Episode 8 didn't have Jess and despite revolving around Rory's love life Dean was less irritating than Tristian. Nothing has pissed me off horribly yet. So far, so good.

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hustlemeanokay · 5 years ago

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I wanted to deviate from the “parents are horrible” rhetoric for a moment, since that’s been running wild on Tumblr for awhile now. And I wanted to talk about something a lot of people don’t really think about - but yet post about all the time.

I see so many posts that are like “when I have kids ---” blah blah blah and so many of them completely miss the mark. Yes, we all want to give our kids the things we never had. It’s very idealistic and naive to think that you’ll never punish your kids or that you’ll never have those kinds of “oppressive rules” (ie: a bedtime). And so many people are completely missing the best part of being a parent.

Being sneaky. More below the cut because this turned into a freaking essay.

It sounds off but hear me out - the absolute best part of being a parent is turning into a stealth 100 bad-ass. From day 1 you turn into a master of trickery, you really do. Don’t believe me. Fucking peek-a-boo. Then, tooth fairy! And the biggest, longest lasting one... Santa Clause. My own father (I’m 35...) will still try to tell me “uh, no... see... Santa’s real”. At this point, it’s a joke but think about that. That’s, for him, a thirty five year old bold faced lie. I’m not talking about the whole psychological bru-ha-ha about how Santa is used as some malicious tool to keep kids in line. No, I’m talking about that Christmas morning surprise. The “holy shit! someone straight up broke into our house and left us presents!”. That’s the sneakiness I’m talking about. The same kind of sneakiness that goes on whenever you just do something nice for someone and then be all “me? oh, it wasn’t me” but it was you and you are 100% enjoying yourself because you didn’t do it for the praise or the recognition, you did it because it was nice.

And so many people are missing this key point to parenting. It’s not just Santa either, we do this kind of shit all the time. My daughter’s 15 and she loves Peace Teas (like - it’s a problem...) and those suckers are a buck a pop and she can plow through them like the antidote if allowed. We aren’t made of money but we routinely get them for her, nonchalantly put them in the fridge and when she sees them she’s like “omg! you got me some peace teas?!” and we both will be like “no idea what you’re talking about”. Because it’s awesome. She knows we’re lying our asses off but it doesn’t matter - because it’s also teaching her to just do nice things for people not because you want them to thank you or because you want someone to necessarily notice, just do straight up... nice things for someone for no damn reason.

And then, even better, you get to plan out future sneakiness. For example - my daughter knows full well that if she lives with us after she’s 18 and she’s not going to school (even during the summer). She’ll be expected to have a job because she’ll be expected to pay rent. She already knows that once she gets her car (which we’ll be getting her because it’s insane to expect a sixteen year old to be able to afford a vehicle - it won’t be new but it won’t be a complete piece of crap either), but once she gets it, she’ll have to either pay to put gas in it and pay the insurance on it or earn it by like... watcher her brother or... doing out of role chores - etc. Now - she thinks that this is just us being people like her paying for her car, sorta. What she doesn’t know, or hasn’t figured out, is that this will actually teach her about bills. Not responsibilities because those aren’t just bills but she’ll start to learn about how much things actually cost (because let’s face it - teenagers, most of them, don’t have a damn clue). But back to the rent thing - she’ll be expected to pay rent. Not like a thousand bucks or anything crazy, but like... I don’t know, three or four hundred a month. Because food, electricity, and water all cost money. I’m not talking about mortgage or anything because that’d be paid whether she was there or not. But here’s the thing... that money she pays us? It’ll go into an account that’s for her. So when she does leave - say... she lives with us from age 18 to 22, not unheard of and not impossible either - that’s five years. Say she doesn’t go to college, but goes to trade school or something or she just works during the summer or whatever - or she wants a part time job. Whichever the cast may be, she could easily have paid us about ten grand during those five years. And ya know what? When she wants to move out? Guess what she’ll be getting from us? That ten grand. It’s some sneaky ass shit but it’s got a very good reason behind it. She’ll learn about paying rent (or mortgage for later) etc. She’ll learn about that responsibility but at the same time, I won’t expect her to save any money because come on, saving money is hard as hell mainly because it’s optional - but paying rent? Not so optional. So, we’ll save the money for her.

Because to me - aside from the sneakiness of it - that’s part of it. I believe that part of being a parent is giving your kid the best shot they can have. You don’t have to be rich to do it - you don’t have to even have money be involved. But you shouldn’t just raise them until they’re 18 and be like “good luck!” No - you should give them their absolute best shot as they go out into the world. Buy them that car - it doesn’t have to be new hell, it just has to be reliable and relatively safe, do whatever you can to help pay for their college or pay for it outright - whatever the case may be. Give them that jump start. They will have earned it if you do it right. And part of doing it right is not letting them know that they’ll have this windfall because then they won’t do shit because they’re still young and why should they be responsible if they know their parents are going to just foot the bill for their first apartment or whatever. Offer to be that co-signer if you can, help them navigate the waters of the adult world because you’ve been in them, up to your freaking eye-balls and they haven’t. They shouldn’t have any idea how to adult. Because they aren’t one, the never have been. You’ve been an adult for awhile and you know like... what’s wrong with the washer when it makes a thumping noise and tries to run away on its own - you know that lining a bowl with foil and then pouring hot grease in there is ten million times easier than washing it out of a pan and you so know not to put it down the drain and why. You know how to find contact information for everything under the sun, even oddly invisible phone numbers for Amazon customer service. You know so much stuff simply because you’ve been there, lived through it - maybe your parents helped you or maybe they didn’t, it doesn’t matter. Because, again, you should give your kid their best shot. Lend your kids your experience, lend them your age when they have to deal with landlords or bankers or anyone who is treating them lesser simply because they’re younger. Lend them your knowledge of all the little things that no one ever thinks about when they leave home. And don’t do all of this stuff from 18, start when they’re younger. Teach your kids, both sons and daughters, how to cook, how to do laundry, how to clean. Give. Them. Their. Best. Shot.

#there's more to parenting than people think #give them their best shot #help your kids out #and as much as people want to complain - rules are a good thing too

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consulting-celiac-in-the-tardis · 6 years ago

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11 Things People with Fibromyalgia Do That Seem High Maintenance But Really Aren't

New blog post! When you have fibromyalgia, life can be a little...unique. Simple activities or chores that other people do without a single thought can turn into major challenges, especially during a fibromyalgia flare-up. And it's easy to feel self-conscious or guilty for making seemly "high maintenance" requests that actually help us survive and thrive with chronic illness.

That's why I thought it was past time for me to write a sister post to my popular, "11 Things People with Celiac Disease Do That Seem 'High Maintenance' But Actually Aren't." So whether you have fibromyalgia and need a reminder that your "high maintenance" requests are 100% warranted and normal, or you don't have fibro and need help understanding what living with fibromyalgia is like, keep reading to learn 11 things fibromyalgia warriors do that seem high maintenance but really aren't!

1. Always traveling with a personal pillow, heat pack and other chronically awesome secret weapons.

'Cause when your neck, back and other muscles like to randomly freak out, making sure that you have a comfy pillow that won't leave a kink in your neck is a traveling MUST. Meanwhile, heat packs are ideal secret weapons for knotted muscles from hours sitting in a plane or car. In fact, when I'm going on long road trips, I'll even bring my heat pack and leave it on the inner car dash to heat up in the sun. If your car doesn't have heated seats to help your back during long travel days, that sun-heated heat pack can make a big difference!

2. Needing a realllly good bed.

I wish I could be that kinda girl who can fall asleep on a sofa, sleeping bag or very hard bed and wake up feeling like a well-rested Sleeping Beauty the next day. But at least in my experience, fibromyalgia sets HIGH standards when it comes to acceptable sleep conditions. Plus, since people with fibromyalgia already have a harder time falling asleep and sleeping deeply, having a comfy bed that makes the process a little easier is even more important. (And I promise: we - meaning everybody with fibromyalgia - are a whoooole lot happier and in a lot less pain when we have a good night's sleep on our side! So helping us sleep well is basically one of the BEST gifts you can ever give a fibromyalgia warrior!)

3. Wearing comfortable, supportive shoes 24/7.

Sure, there are plenty of fashionistas with fibromyalgia out there who wear high heels regardless of any discomfort. But since fibromyalgia already involves full-body muscle aches and pain, understand that we may err more on the side of comfort than chic.

4. Sticking to a routine.

Living with a chronic illness like fibromyalgia feels kinda like trying to put together an advanced jigsaw puzzle when all the pieces are hidden throughout your house. Life is full of trial and error, and figuring out what foods, activities and exercises make you feel good or trigger a flare-up. And once we figure out a routine that keeps our muscles relaxed, our mind clear and our body relatively happy...we like to stick to that routine! Now, I know that sometimes my semi-rigid schedule of stretching before bed or drinking a certain amount of water every day can frustrate my more spontaneous friends and family. However, I'm just doing what I need to do for my body to function relatively well. And if you have fibromyalgia and sometimes feel "rude" or guilty for sticking to a schedule...know that you aren't doing anything wrong and you aren't alone. Plus, the people who really matter in your life will make the effort to understand your chronically quirky schedule and find a happy compromise that makes them, you (and your body) pretty dang happy!

5. Sleeping in, taking naps and/or going to bed early.

My mom also has fibromyalgia, and all while I was growing up, I remember hearing her apologize for sleeping in so late on the weekends or having to go to bed so early. Now that I'm out in the real world and trying to "adult" as someone with fibromyalgia, I often find myself saying the same thing to friends who want to go out for late-night drinks or meet up for an early morning study party.

But the fact is when you have fibromyalgia, you don't sleep as well as the average person...so we need to sneak in extra sleep whenever and however we can.

6. Following a specific diet.

After I received my celiac disease diagnosis and went gluten free, one of the biggest surprises was how eating gluten free helped my fibromyalgia pain - and my mom's, after she went gluten free was well. More and more research is connecting a gluten free diet with relief from fibromyalgia pain, however. Plus, around 70 percent of fibromyalgia warriors struggle with irritable bowel syndrome or other digestive problems. Obviously, everyone is different and everyone - including people with fibromyalgia - thrives on a different diet. Plus, there are countless different suggestions and studies out there about what people with chronic pain "should" and "shouldn't" eat. What I hope more people realize, though, is that fibromyalgia affects much more than just our joints and muscles. It can also affect what we eat and how certain foods make us feel.

So when we say we "can't" eat something because it will make us feel bad or worsen our joint pain, we're just being honest and doing the best we can to fuel a happy, healthy bod!

7. Taking it exxxxxtra easy when a cold front comes through.

For some people, a cold front may involve nothing more than grabbing an extra sweater before they leave for work. In many people with fibromyalgia, though, cold weather - and just big weather changes in general - can trigger a major spike in our pain and fatigue. So, no, we aren't just being a "baby" when we're shivering in four layers of clothing. When people with fibromyalgia get chilled, they seem to have a harder time warming up again! And on that same note, yes, we may need some extra sleep and downtime and pain killers when the temperature drops. On the plus side, though, our joints may tell us about an incoming cold front waaaaay sooner than the local news. Just call us your personal weatherman!

8. Regularly canceling plans.

I get it. It's suuuuuper annoying when we cancel plans on the regular. But we don't do it because we're flighty or we take people's time for granted. A lot of the time, we just never know when our body is going to have a flare-up...especially since it can freak out after we do something we've done hundreds of times with no problem.

And trust us. We soooooo appreciate the friends and family who show us a little extra grace when we have to reschedule something yet again.

9. Asking people to avoid wearing allll the perfume.

Fun fact: increased light, touch and smell sensitivity are all common in people with fibromyalgia. So when it comes to perfume, we typically think less is more!

10. Constantly fidgeting and changing positions.

Spending hours sitting or standing in the exact same position is almost guaranteed to trigger a muscle knot or flare up...so I'm constantly moving. And I know many people with fibromyalgia do the same.

11. Asking for help with suuuuuper simple chores.

Of course, there are always chores that people don't like. (And if you actually enjoy scrubbing bathrooms, please let me in on your secret!). However, when you are living with chronic pain, there are some really simple chores that are waaaaay harder than people might expect. For example, scrubbing the shower often throws my neck and shoulder muscles totally out of whack.

So if we ask for a helping hand with something small like vacuuming or going out to buy groceries...know we're doing our best.

The Bottom Line

I like to joke to my boyfriend that I'm suuuper low maintenance...except when it comes to my sleep and my food! All laughs aside, though, having a chronic illness like fibromyalgia means that your life looks a little different than the average person...and that's totally OK. Because at the end of the day, every person has the same goal: to enjoy a decently healthy, happy life. And if your chronic illness means you need to make a few special requests to do that...the people who really get you will be happy to help! What's one "high maintenance" thing you do because of your chronic illness? Tell me in the comments! via Blogger https://ift.tt/2u89IWB

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vivianrhopper85 · 6 years ago

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Toronto’s Culinary Scene: Interview with Chris Watton (The Sidekick)

Leslieville has really come into its own as a community thanks to super hero small businesses like The Sidekick – a coffee and comics café bringing freshly brewed high-quality coffee, great reads, and a welcoming atmosphere to it’s east end stomping and coffee grounds.

It’s warm and inviting to comic super fans, and those who are looking for a space to sip on coffee, get some work done, read, or meet with friends – something that owner, artist, barista, and comic aficionado Chris Watton prides herself on – a shop that she always wished existed both growing up, and as an adult. Located at 1374 Queen Street East, come on by to discover your newest favourite super hero, purchase some memorabilia for that perfect gift, or just hang out and see what’s playing on the VHS at the back. The Sidekick opened three years ago, and like most heroes it arrived in the neighbourhood as the only comic shop and café, just in the nick of time.

What inspired you to open a comic book themed café?

Growing up, my local café was a sanctuary to escape- a place of good conversation, a space to take a minute and tackle a new book, a creative jump-start for sketching, and so much more! My afternoons and evenings spent there are some of my coziest and most vibrant memories. I was as dedicated to my visits to that hub as I was to my weekly trip to my hometown's comic shops to pick up Wednesday new releases. However, those trips were often peppered with bad experiences, awkward encounters, and dismissive staffers. I often wished that I could have the coffee and good vibes of my favourite café spot along with the books I would trek out to pick up.

When I moved to Toronto, I opened a Pull List (A list of comics people know they’ll be buying every month. Increasingly more comic shops are offering Pull List programs and will set aside particular issues for regular clients who don’t want to miss any issues) at a comic shop here, where picking up my books and interacting with staff became a weekly highlight. We would chat on the fire escape about comics, movies, and everything in between. Then we would go in search of a decent cup of coffee. Again, I found myself longing for both in the same social and creative space. Whenever I was frustrated with school, work, or anything in between, I would imagine a future in which such a place existed.

In a way, The Sidekick was something I wanted for so long, that I hardly remember NOT wanting it.

Tell me about how you got started in the food industry and why you decided to pursue a career in the business?

I have about nine years of café experience ranging from coffee bars to bigger shops that prepare food on-site. Being a barista has always clicked with me and preparing a great cup of coffee or espresso drink for someone is an extremely gratifying experience.

Has comic book culture changed since your own childhood? How has it evolved in Toronto?

I'm a child of 90's comics, so when I first started reading comics Image had just been formed, Spawn was big, and every hero was fighting demons or getting cybernetic enhancements. Grunge in comics was alive and thriving!

While there are still some great hyperviolent grit-dark titles in comics and the Image imprint is still a mark of exciting new creator-owned comics, much has changed in the industry. There are so many new publishing houses to choose from, all showcasing their own range of unique titles and voices! Also, independent and self-published titles are huge in Toronto and a variety of cities. Events like Toronto Comics and Arts Festival (TCAF) and Canzine are just a few examples of great festivals in Toronto dedicated to showing off small press comics, and the push for diversity in storytelling has exploded! It's such a great time to be involved in such a vibrant medium. Because Toronto is a hub, I get to meet more creators than I ever dreamed I would, and showcase their work while providing a great work/meet space.

How do you make sure that your café is both accessible and interesting for comic newbies and die-hard comic fans?

At The Sidekick we take both old-school and new approaches to comics retail. We host a smattering of single issue comics released every Wednesday and offer a Pull List subscription box to regulars who have monthly titles that they wish to follow. That's the classic comics game!

Outside of that, we put a focus on our Best Selling and Staff Recommended Reads, as well as boast a vast selection of all ages books for new readers. All staff at the shop are responsible for suggestions on the monthly orders as well as staying up-to-date on current titles so that we will all be ready to make a new suggestion based on a customer's preferences. By staying in touch with some of our favourite creators over social media, we can provide early insight into titles that are coming or are only available through the creators themselves.

The Sidekick also offers a Weekly Pull Podcast on iTunes, pod bean, and Google Play where we break down the week's releases. All the episodes are sorted by date and recorded Tuesday night to keep it as current as possible.

What advice can you offer to budding entrepreneurs who want to open their own business/café /restaurant?

Be ready for your venture to take over your life. No matter what it is, going independent will eat all your other pursuits, defy your expectations, and change the way you experience the world around you. It's easy to get lost in the day-to-day operations, but never forget what made you take on your project and the passion that fueled it. Mark your progress, celebrate your accomplishments, be grateful to the people around you, and never stop trying to make things better than they were yesterday.

What have been the biggest challenges of opening The Sidekick and running it for three years? What have been the biggest successes?

There are so many challenges to opening a small business that no one tells you about! From renovating a space, to keeping your bookkeeping on track, to staying stocked up and current with your offerings, it's a marathon you run every day of the week. The biggest challenge is seeing the bigger picture and remembering that there was a time when you wanted what you currently have more than anything else. It's harnessing that feeling and staying positive and motivated that is a big challenge I think for everyone, no matter the job.

The Sidekick has exceeded my expectations in so many ways. We are in a thriving community filled with lovely people and regulars of all types, and it's so amazing to see such a diverse range of readers enjoying the space, picking up books, playing games, and crunching out some work. As I mentioned, I have met some of my favourite creators and been able to preview books and review/edit new material, which is always a flattering and exciting request.

Also, last year I purchased a 5kg coffee roaster and now oversee not just the brewing process, but also the sourcing of green coffee and roasting itself, which is a great new challenge and joy. I have wanted to be able to curate every possible aspect of our coffee program, and now I am able to ensure quality at every point in the process from sourcing green coffee straight through to your cup.

What are your favourite items on The Sidekick menu?

I really appreciate a damn fine cup of coffee, so brewing a rotating selection of fresh-roasted single origin coffees in a classic pour-over style allows me to make that happen for even the smallest bar orders.

Our special thing is The Sidekick (which we joke is our "double-double"). It's two double shots of espresso with an equal ratio of steamed milk- so a little 8oz drink with a big kick! It'll get you where you must go.

Businesses have started to tap into adults wanting to have more fun with their food, drink, and spare time. How does The Sidekick tap into adults better tuning in to their inner child and foodie?

We put just as much love into the space as we do our selection of offerings at The Sidekick. We have a variety of music playlists according to weather and desired vibe, as well as a pile of board games and a reader bin of comics for patrons to enjoy. There is also a small VHS player at the back of the shop, so campy classic movies are always playing in the background. Basically, we try to encapsulate all the geeky things we love every day of the week in the hopes that we can build the escapist paradise we want to see in the world.

The Sidekick is essentially several businesses in one, how do you balance the demands of the café and the shop?

I juggle my varying jobs to the best of my ability every day, based on order cycles and the needs of the business. I've always been nerdy about both coffee and comics, so staying on top of trends and new and exciting offerings on both sides was always a part of my life- but now it is also my job! I want The Sidekick to be the best it can be, and that drives me to be constantly making sure our books are stocked, our coffees are on point, and that I'm always planning something new.

Why did you decided to partner with Desmond & Beatrice and Tori's Bakeshop?

I am lucky to be partnered with equally passionate people running great kitchens with awesome selections of wholesale offerings for cafés like mine. I make sure to have a smattering of different pastries from savoury to sweet, regular to vegan, to suit all tastes and food allergies. Thank the lovely kitchen wizards who make that happen!

What upcoming events/projects at The Sidekick are you most excited about?

We are currently trying a Comedy Night at The Sidekick the last Thursday of every month and bringing in local breweries to run beer tastings alongside, so we are excited to see how that goes. There are a couple of signings for local writers/artists with new comics out this year. We have a pay-what-you-can Tarot Card Reader who will be sitting in on the Saturday before Halloween to do readings for patrons, and we also participate in Halloween Free Comic Day, and encourage trick-or-treaters to visit our decked-out space for candy and free comics! We may also host a pumpkin carving night. I am also planning a Teapot Painting in November, so that kids and adults can get on crafting early Christmas gifts.

I'm open to hosting events in our space and encourage people to e-mail me to pitch their ideas. We are a creative community hub and we hope that we can foster a good environment for people to get together and enjoy that familiar coziness or try something new.

Can you name your all-time favourite comic book, hero, villain, and anti-hero?

My favourite running comic series is Hellboy, hero is Spider-Man, villain is Clayface, and anti-hero is Spawn. Come by to check out my favourite new comics anytime!

SMVLKV

from News And Tip About Real Estate https://jamiesarner.com/toronto-life/2018/09/chris-watton-sidekick/

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jimdsmith34 · 7 years ago

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5 Ways Adults See Their Best Memories Turn Into Nightmares

I’ve talked before about how, despite what adults tell you, your teens are not the best years of your life. There are some pretty awesome things that happen during that period, but your enjoyment of them has nothing to do with a lack of bills or not having to support a family. That’s what an adult says when they’re fed up with the stress of their own lives and projecting it onto yours. It’s short-sighted and idiotic. Suck it, mom.

It has everything to do with the little milestones that represent growing chunks of freedom. They are, in essence, rites of passage that mean you’re putting your teenage years behind you. You’re escaping. When they happen, you’ll mentally log those as some of the funnest times in your life. Then, when you get older, you’ll flip through your skull’s Dewey Decimal System, pull up those memories … and be absolutely goddamn horrified when you picture your own kids doing seemingly insignificant things like …

#5. Getting Their First Job

Why It’s Important:

Aside from just straight up giving your parents the finger and moving out of the house, getting your first job is the ultimate transition from adolescence into adulthood. If you work a night shift, curfew is more flexible. You likely have your own car, or will soon be buying one, so you’re not dependent on mom or dad’s level of sobriety in order to drive you places. If parents are the ones buying your clothes and entertainment, they likely have a say in what you get, so a job frees you up from all of that. It’s your money. You’ll buy a katana if you want to, goddammit.

In the general public’s idea of “adulthood,” the word “job” is more important than “age.” And it should be. I have 40-year-old relatives rotting away in prison right now because smoking foils and stealing shit was more important to them than seeing their kids graduate high school. Those people aren’t adults. The adults in their families are the kids who figured out this one basic financial formula: “Work for the shit I need. Save for the shit I want. Oh, and don’t fuck with meth.”

Don’t vape, either. It makes you look like a twat.

Why It Scares The Shit Out Of Parents:

Up until this point, the only real authority figures in your lives have been parents and teachers. Cops don’t really count unless you’re a sociopath, and even then, there’s not a lot they can do to punish minors. But when you make that transition into the working world, you have a brand-new set of second parents in the form of supervisors and managers. And as adults, we know that most of those are clinical assholes.

We’re not so much concerned about the way they treat you as humans. We know from experience that your life is going to be like that Harry Potter scene where they’re trapped in that vault and all of the treasure starts reproducing. Except instead of gold and silver goblets, it’s an unceasing explosion of assholes. An asshole geyser, if you will. We’re more worried that you’re still in the process of learning how to be a socially functioning human, and we don’t want some power-tripping dickhead influencing how you perceive and treat the rest of the world.

We’ve had our own jobs as teenagers, and we know that there are employees who steal and get away with it. We don’t want them teaching you how to do that, because if you get caught, you’re screwed. And even if you don’t get caught, you’re a piece of shit. We know that there are bosses who can easily make you think that the correct way to manage is to scream, curse, and throw tantrums. Or on the other end of that spectrum are managers who let employees get away with things that would get their asses fired in a more serious “adult” job.

“… the FUCK outta here!”

No, it’s not that we’re afraid of how they’ll treat you. We’re afraid of what they could turn you into. Seventeen years of hard work teaching you the right thing can be undone with a single dose of the unfiltered world. I’ve seen it happen. And yeah, I know that not all kids are precious little angels just waiting to be corrupted by the cruel, remorseless world. But the more rebellious, anti-authority kids tend to learn a lot quicker when they come to work in a bad mood, tell their boss to go fuck himself, and then watch their work history collapse for the next five years. That’s a whole new set of fears, because if that kid has already started paying for his or her first car and then loses their job … congratulations, parents! You just added a new car payment to your budget.

Oh, and speaking of cars …

#4. Driving A Car On Their Own For The First Time

Why It’s Important:

It’s a car. Come on. You just spent the last few months in driver’s ed, learning all of the rules that everyone ignores the second they start driving on their own. You spent the (in my state) 40 hours of mandatory driving with a parent in the passenger seat. Not all at once. That would be silly. You’re silly. Stop being silly.

You sillyass.

Every little imperfection has been pointed out while we held your hand through the process. You’ve sat through dozens of lectures from teachers, parents, aunts, and uncles — and if you’re crazy rich, that sweet talking car from Knight Rider — explaining how the world is full of bad drivers, and you should always be looking out for “the other guy.” Always wear your seat belt. Never, ever, eeeever drink and drive. Don’t even take a chance with your cellphone. Just turn that shit off. If you try to merge while eating an egg salad sandwich, your face will fall off.

Those are deviled eggs, dipshit. Those are fine.

Finally, all of that bullshit is over with. It’s time to grab the keys, put on your awesome NASCAR helmet with flames painted down the sides, and hit the open road. No more lectures. No more, “How many times have I told you to HIT THE FUCKING BRAKES when you turn a corner?!” Eat me, Grandma. This is my world, now.

Why It Scares The Shit Out Of Parents:

The most obvious reason is that you are piloting a machine that will end you before you even have time to shit your pants. I don’t know a single person who doesn’t know someone who died in a car accident. The not-so-obvious reason, unfortunately, is one of trust. Both of you and everyone else in the entire world. Sorry, but I’m going to get all real up in your shorts for a minute. That’s a thing kids say, right?

The truth is that we’ve seen you at your dumbest. If my oldest son is reading this, understand that I’m not calling you dumb as an individual. I’m talking in a blanket sense. Ask any adult you want about whether or not they considered themselves smart and worldly as a teenager, and they’ll laugh you out of the room. “Oh Christ, no. I was dumb as owl shit.” One time I jumped from the top of a two-story barn into a snow drift that was only two feet deep because I thought it would be fluffy and soft. It was not. My brother once wondered if hairspray would still ignite if it was dry, and set a girl’s head on fire. Neither of those statements are jokes.

It makes me feel better to remember it like this.

We’ve seen the dumb shit you do, and we shudder when we think about the stuff we haven’t seen. The idea that you could space out for even a few seconds while driving a car sends us into a blind panic. Then add on top of that the idiocy of every other person who exists outside of your windshield. People blowing through red lights at full speed. Drunk drivers. Little kids sprinting out into the street to chase down a ball. In my part of the country, we have suicidal deer as big as ponies.

So it’s not just that we’ve seen you at your worst, and we’re hoping you can shed that while behind the wheel. We’re thinking about all of the accidents or near misses that we’ve seen as adults with decades of experience under our belts, and it’s still hard. And that’s not a dick joke.

#3. Staying With Friends While Their Parents Are Gone

Why It’s Important:

Of all the things on this list, this is the one I remember the most fondly. The first time I was allowed to spend the weekend with my friends and no adults around was incredible. A group of about ten of us decided to go on a camping trip at the end of the school year. The ones who were old enough to drive picked up the rest, so it was two trucks, which meant a whole shitload of us rode in the bed. The second we pulled away from the last house, we all transformed into raw teenage boys, cursing out the kind of insults at each other which in retrospect make me die a little inside. Teenage boys are weird.

Along the way, the drivers decided to race. So at barely sunrise, we were throwing donuts at each other, going 90 side-by-side on the highway. Again, with most of the guys sitting or standing loose in the beds of pickup trucks.

When we got to the campsite, we unloaded all of our fishing poles, food, tents, blankets, pillows, beer … oh, and guns. Probably 20 of them, ranging from run-of-the-mill 12-gauge shotguns to .45 autos to an AK-47 or two. By sundown, every one of us was drunk as shit, firing weapons and throwing unspent bullets into the campfire. Nobody remembered to bring water, so when we ran out of beer, we had to just drink the melted ice from the dirty-ass coolers. It was freedom at its purest.

Just move the fish aside. There’s water underneath.

Why It Scares The Shit Out Of Parents:

HOLY FUCKBALLS, HOW DID NONE OF US DIE?!

OK, my personal illustration of dumbassery aside, there are legitimately more subtle reasons this scares parents. Take away the camping, the guns, the booze, and the race that gave 20 middle fingers to Death himself, and we still have stuff to worry about.

All of the fun stuff that we tell our kids not to do … those are the things they’re going to immediately dive into the second we’re out of sight. I’ve accepted that there’s a pretty good chance my kids, like most kids, will eventually experiment with drugs. But when they do, I hope to god it’s just pot and not something that was made in some redneck’s bathtub. Our state (like most states) has a fairly bad problem with prescription drug abuse. About one in five teenagers will try them at some point, and they are super easy to get. In fact, they’re much, much easier to get on the streets than they are from a doctor. My kids are smart, but not so smart that I trust them to know how much Vicodin is safe to take versus their body weight, metabolism, personal resistances to pain killers, and whether or not they’re allergic to the medication in the first place.

“Just grab a handful. They’re healthy.”

When we’re talking about that shit, we’re far beyond a night of giggling and eating Twinkies. We’re talking about highly addictive medication that can kill your ass if you go overboard. But enough about drugs. That’s probably just the paranoid addict in me talking.

We still worry about what liberties they’re going to take when we’re not around. Simple things like staying out after curfew. In a small town, it’s not that big a deal, but in a larger city, you might as well be painting a neon bullseye on their asses, along with a sign that says, “Please beat the shit out of me and take my wallet. I am the dumping grounds for your drunken 3 a.m. rage!” Hell, even in a small town, pull up a website that shows the locations of sexual predators in your area, and tell me that doesn’t make you want to teach them some Deadpool shit.

But as a parent, you just have to finally learn to let go and give them a little slack. It’s just really hard to trust someone who has to be reminded on a daily basis to brush their teeth. It’s even harder to trust the strangers in a town whom you regularly fantasize about being on fire.

source http://allofbeer.com/5-ways-adults-see-their-best-memories-turn-into-nightmares/ from All of Beer http://allofbeer.blogspot.com/2018/01/5-ways-adults-see-their-best-memories.html

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allofbeercom · 7 years ago

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5 Ways Adults See Their Best Memories Turn Into Nightmares

#5. Getting Their First Job

Why It’s Important:

Don’t vape, either. It makes you look like a twat.

Why It Scares The Shit Out Of Parents:

“… the FUCK outta here!”

Oh, and speaking of cars …

#4. Driving A Car On Their Own For The First Time

Why It’s Important:

You sillyass.

Those are deviled eggs, dipshit. Those are fine.

Why It Scares The Shit Out Of Parents:

It makes me feel better to remember it like this.

#3. Staying With Friends While Their Parents Are Gone

Why It’s Important:

Just move the fish aside. There’s water underneath.

Why It Scares The Shit Out Of Parents:

HOLY FUCKBALLS, HOW DID NONE OF US DIE?!

“Just grab a handful. They’re healthy.”

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/5-ways-adults-see-their-best-memories-turn-into-nightmares/

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