#he tryin

[digimonloving]

Really happy about Requests being open, this blog is AMAZING! Can I request some fluffy HCs about a Baalmon who finds a human child (like 4ish) and tries to return them only to find out their human family are abusive so he just goes "Whelp, I'm a Parent now I guess" and just starts raising the child himself?

Baalmon finding a 4 y/o child, he tries to return them but...

Humans got so easily lost. Especially small ones, like the one Baalmon was currently staring down at. They were so small, looking up at him with childish awe. Really, at first, he thinks of leaving the child alone. Someone else can guide them back to their home. But the moment the small human grabs his cloak he finds he can't leave them as they start to tear up some, for some reason trusting him immediately, like they knew him already. Alright. Fine. He'll do it, whatever.

He quietly picks them up, easily holding them with his lone hand, though unsure about what to fully do for a moment. He does notice how tightly they hold onto him, as if they're afraid in some way as he walks to return them. He can't quite get over how they hold him, keeping an eye on the child the closer they get to where he assumes they came from.

The second he notices the family, he becomes wary. There's something off, and he doesn't like the atmosphere they give off. He's not sure why he takes a more protective stance with the child in his arms, watching the family silently - something telling him to take a moment before he just drops them off. and that's when he takes notice of the abuse towards one of the family members from another, physical and verbal.

Alright. Scratch the idea of giving the child back. He's not going to let them grow in such a hostile environment, the mere thought of one of the older humans striking the child making his data boil as his grip on them tightens slightly. They're on the verge of tears, he can tell. They seem to loosen their own tight grip on him as he turns away from the home.

Okay. He knows NOTHING about children, but he's sure he'd be a better parent than whatever the hell that all was. Baalmon keeps the child so close to him, he hardly notices the protective scowl he wears as he holds them to him. Baalmon is a bit awkward for a moment, but quietly reassures the child that they'll be safe and protected by his side, and he won't let anyone harm them - not ever.

At least he knows there are Digimon he can go to in order to get help and ideas on how to raise a kid. How quickly he takes them under his wing, trying to raise them the best he can even if he's a bit distant with it at first as he doesn't know what he's doing... but the child always smiles at him and holds onto him so tightly when they spot him coming back from getting food or from a small job he had to do for another Digimon who pleaded to him. Baalmon tries to be as good of a father as he can be, always having his arm wrapped securely around the child when they drift off to sleep or when they refuse to stop hugging him, and keeping his promise that he would never let anyone lay a hand upon them, ever.

[endless-whump]

Undeserving Trust

@whumptober2021 Day 4: “Do you trust me?” | taken hostage | pushed

Whumptober Masterlist

Milo Masterlist

CW: hospital whump, sedation, unwilling but not nonconsensual sedation, references to weight loss, consent/medical proxy issues, guilt surrounding said medical proxy issues

Takes place roughly a few months after escape from Samuel, initial recovery period

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“Do you trust me?”

For a moment, the steady, although fast beeping of the hospital monitor was the only sound to fill the room, fear strung between the silence as Milo’s gaze darted between Nick and the woman in blue, flower-dotted scrubs.  He’d pushed himself as far into the corner of the bed as he could, as if he could hide behind Nick, patiently at his bedside, from the world.

“I don’t trust her.”

He could tell the words were supposed to have bite, but the distinct shake in his voice erased all pretenses of anger.  All there was left was fear.

“I need you to trust me when I tell you they aren’t going to hurt you.  You need these tests, or you’ll keep getting sick again.”

Milo stared hard at him.  This was the second hospital trip this month; when Milo had gone almost ten minutes without waking from a fainting spell Nick had foregone the ambulance entirely and hauled them to the ER himself.  This wasn’t normal, not this far into how much weight Milo had put back on, and the entire situation was making the both of them agitated.

“Can we go home after?”

Deep breath, in and out.  He couldn’t bring himself to lie.

“We’ll be here for another night, probably.  Maybe two.  But then home.”  He was leveled with a wary, indecisive look.  “Promise.”

That seemed to do it.  Milo’s arm shook as he offered it to the nurse, eyes downcast.  Nick felt like he was going to be sick.  Both of them flinched when the needle pierced the inside of his elbow, Milo visibly fighting the urge to yank his arm away.

Milo blinked, staring at the needle still in the nurse’s hand in an obvious attempt to gage how he felt.  The seconds ticked by all too slowly for either of their liking.  Nick felt sick at the look of weighted fear on Milo’s face when the fog started to settle over his expression, fingers reaching desperately for Nick’s hand as the sedatives took hold.  He couldn’t bring himself to meet Milo’s eyes.  Not when he found his voice, even through the fast acting drugs, and started begging.  Apologizing.  For what, he already knew.  

The room was soon quiet.  Too quiet.  Nick clenched his jaw to hold back angry tears, sliding his hand into Milo’s as he slipped away.  The whole thing made him want to scream.  The doctor had taken one look at Milo’s chart and decided he’d require sedation for treatment and blood tests, the incidences of violence in his record were simply piled too high.  It was either persuasion or force, and Nick would do anything to avoid watching Milo held down in a hospital bed again.  It reminded him too much of those first few weeks in the hospital.

It made him nauseous to think he had that kind of power over Milo to make that kind of medical decision for him, to let the doctors do what they needed without a care for the pleading and panic from their own patient.  Being able to coax him into it was better, but not by much.

All he could do now was sit and wait as the nurses did their work, thumb rubbing soothing circles he knew Milo could still feel even through the haze, hating just how much trust the other had in him, trust that he didn’t feel he could ever deserve.

[quirklove]

same anon for a SECOND ask it more soft ☺️☺️ how would tomoyasu react when he notices that his s/o begins to feel really insecure about themself? how would he comfort an boost some confidence to them??

Tomoyasu? trying to be soft for someone???

they must be really special <3

TOMOYASU

They’re… not acting like themselves. People think he doesn’t care about anything, but the truth is he very much cares about his S/O, and he notices any little change that happens with them. It almost makes him angry in a way; he’s not wonderful about dealing with emotions, especially ones like this, so he feels borderline useless. What little he does know he has trouble applying. His comfort will often seem rather random, such as out of nowhere grabbing them by the arm and giving them a kiss on the cheek or whispering a compliment in their ear. This isn’t his forte, and as such he turns to internet articles on how to make an insecure partner feel more confident. (He finds that many of the suggestions would be things he would like himself, but that’s a whole other can of worms that he doesn’t have time to open up.) The biggest thing he settles on trying to do more often seems so simple — asking them how their day was. Though he’s perpetually on his laptop, even while he talks to them, Tomoyasu will wave (Name) closer, urging them to sit next to him and talk as he works. He asks questions and shows that he wants to know about their life and what’s going on with them. Despite seeming sort of ‘checked out’, he’s actually paying very close attention to what they say. In his own way, it’s incredibly sweet.

[acrxmxnal-archived]

“Okay...I tried...I’ve only learnt by watching her and gave up...” @pure-patissiere​ “Happy Birthday, sweets.”

[janetbrown711]

E1 Miles

[cxdemusings]

‘❀’ { From Rin to Mika of course !! }

send ‘❀’ to give my muse a bouquet of flowers.

Besides this being another sign that he'd left the underground city, he was surprised to be presented with something so...thoughtful. Bouquets were usually a human gift, something Rin probably wouldn't know too much about--

Perhaps he was learning quite a bit from Rise...

"Thank you...This smells wonderful. Maybe I can see if I can find a vase for them somewhere, hm?"

[stuft]

I have yet to see GoPro guy catch a wave.

[starcourtking]

“That’s a beautiful smile, but it’d look even better if it was all you were wearing.” I couldn’t stop him

SEND MY MUSE A SHITTY PICKUP LINE - accepting

     “Not gonna lie, I’m kinda surprised that this one is actually pretty well thought out. That said…you could at least buy a guy a drink first, you know.”