#bean writes

It’s something small that Arthur does. A habit that most people wouldn’t notice. Something inconspicuous but powerful.

Arthur plays piano when he’s nervous. 

Obviously not the actual instrument, that would be unmanageable given the situations they find themselves in. But Arthur goes through the motions of pressing the keys onto his thigh or arm when he feels uneasy. 

It’s small, and calming, and something John can distinctly feel in the vagueness between where he stops and Arthur begins. 

Slender fingers gently tap against their upper arm during the wait for a taxi. The pattern doesn’t follow any rhythm John can discern. In fact he only recognises it is a pattern after the third repeat. It’s something that belongs solely in Arthur’s mind, a small hold out from a time when his life was mostly normal. 

…John wonders if it is her song that brings him comfort. He remembers the tinkling tune that came from the music box, despite all that preceded and came after it. 

He knows Arthur believes it was her lullabye that brought him back. John doesn’t know if he wants to correct that thought. It’s nice, to hold onto the idea that he owes her more than just keeping her father alive. That he can string another hook in the weave that is John Doe and attach it to another reason to be. Latch on to a part of the same thing that drive’s Arthur so much.

If he thinks back to all the times Arthur has played the piano in his presence, its always had the same effect. Even the first time, when it was nothing but a ploy by John to get him to calm down. It worked. It settled Arthur’s mind and nerves. It always has.

So when John feels the tapping at the back of his hand in the back of the taxi, it's nothing particularly new. 

Except the closeness.

Mostly, when he can feel Arthur's tapping, it's just the impressions near their elbow. Where John can't quite control anything, but still has some sensation. 

It's never been this… blatant before. 

Arthur drums out the first couple of imaginary notes with his right hand, the part he’d been playing previously. But when his piece gets to the lower notes, his left hand does not complete the melody.

“Ah! John I’m sorry! I didn’t mean—”  

Arthur tries to pull his hand back away, perhaps feeling embarrassment of some kind. John, however, feels an unexpected pang shoot through him. He suddenly, maybe desperately, does not want this contact to break. There's something special to this moment. It’s a chance for John to be of help to Arthur. There’s something to the song too, a need for Arthur to finish playing it.  Before Arthur can move his hand too far, John snags it back. 

“It’s alright Arthur,” he says, totally calm and cool,  “I… I don’t mind.”

Arthur slowly starts tapping the piece again, the motions slightly more deliberate.

The sensation is a bit odd. The soft points of pressure are unlike anything John has experienced before. It’s not unwelcome.

Eventually he can feel Arthur begin to relax, the movements of his hands less tight, less purposeful. 

Tentatively, when the piece seems finished, John reaches out to thread their fingers.

There’s a small twitch at the corner of his vision, a minor tightening of cheek muscles. It’s nice to know when Arthur is smiling. It’s nicer still, to be the cause of that smile.

John notes the point Arthur’s thoughts have drifted back to their task ahead, as Arthur absent mindedly brushes his fingers along the back of John’s hand. 

He can see why Arthur does this when he’s stressed. The effect is soothing.

John understands stress, maybe the most of all the emotions Arthur has shown him, because Arthur is always fucking stressing him out.

A horrible pressing, crushing weight settles in his core. The terror floods into him like an ice-cold fire, burning all his thoughts to ash. It squeezes at his sense of self, choking all his thoughts into a closed off bottle neck, only allowing the horror of the situation through. Where he can do nothing but sit helpless, just a fucking pair of eyes and a hand as Arthur struggles, fighting, drowning, bleeding.

Dying. 

Christ he hopes he never feels that again.

He failed Arthur. Failed her too.

They feel stress about different things, in different ways. So if this is something that John can do to help Arthur, he will. And maybe one day, he’ll be able to return the favour.

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Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: F/M Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types Relationship: Diana (Wonder Woman)/Jason Todd Characters: Diana (Wonder Woman), Jason Todd Additional Tags: Body Worship, Light Somnophilia, Hand jobs, Pussyjob, Sexual Overstimulation, Praise kink, Morning Sex, Morning After, Minor Appearances by Tim Drake and Bruce Wayne Language: English Published: 2025-10-27 Words: 3247 Chapters: 1/1

banner made by me★ first headcanon post who cheered? i did! kind of a long one! oopsies!

how did you meet? ★

van was trying to steal from a jewelry store because his mom wanted a diamond ring, when you, a new employee at the time kept asking questions about him until he huffed and handed the ring back, giving up.

fluffy cuteness: ★

-he tries to keep you away from his families antics and struggles with the fact you can "handle" it.

- he hates the cold and acts like a baby about it. "i'm chilly.. cuddle meee.. >:("

HIGHSCHOOL AU just for this hc ↓↓

- he planned an intricate promposal with paper flowers because he has a knack for art (totally)

------ back to adult hcs ------

- you both got high once at his house and he begged to be kissed. "cmon doll, kisses please!"

- you both have had one "actual date" at a perkin's and everyone stared because of his families representation

smutty (not sure if its hardcore)

- he stares at your pink lips around his blunts, happy someone shares his things, but also wishing it was him your lips were wrapped around instead.

- he whines when he can't touch you all over (like in public)

- he loves when you correct him on anything, especially during sex. what you want, he wants.

- he uses his "innocence" to get what he wants (ex. a new position gets talked about while laying in bed and he asks "whats that? show me how it's done, darling." but he already knew what it was)

- shoves a finger or two in your mouth to keep you quiet if he knows his family is trying to listen, you don't mind it.

THANKS FOR READING I HOPE IM LORE ACCURATE I'VE ONLY SEEN 1 EPISODE😁

Kudos and/or comments are very much appreciated! <3

special thank you to my beta readers @malikat24601 and @moonlitringss!!

Without their support and kind words, I would not have had the courage to keep writing, and I am truly thankful for them.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dimension 20 (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Riz Gukgak & Fabian Aramais Seacaster, Adaine Abernant & Riz Gukgak Characters: Riz Gukgak, Adaine Abernant, Fabian Aramais Seacaster Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Riz Gukgak-centric, Riz Gukgak Needs a Hug, Loss of Parent(s), Riz Gukgak has OCD, Riz Gukgak Has Anxiety, Angst, Good Friend Adaine Abernant, Good Friend Fabian Aramais Seacaster, Autistic Riz Gukgak, Riz Gukgak has ADHD, Post-Campaign 01 Season 03: Fantasy High Junior Year (Dimension 20), Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, Mental Health Issues Summary:

"But he was busy. And if he kept busy then he didn’t have to think about the grief that was so unfairly familiar. If he kept busy he could pretend that none of it was real. If he kept busy he could convince himself that if he just worked hard enough then everything would be okay again."