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malleusfucker · 2 years

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baking with beel

warnings: smut/nsfw, beel being greedy, unprotected sex on the kitchen counter, size kink, belly bulge, creampie, reader is afab but no gender or pronouns are explicitly specified

yeah ngl this shit ended up being so fun to write like i wanted it to be short but i got carried away 😭 this is what happens when you’re horny over beel

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(also this pic bruh... nah he gotta be pregnant)

~ baking with beel is always fun … said no one ever.

whether it’s his careless actions that result in him accidentally breaking an entire bowl from how hard he whisked the cake mixture, or if it’s him just straight up devouring the raw ingredients before you even get a chance to heat them up! it’s all fun 👍

“what do you mean i can’t eat a raw egg? i heard it's good for you. oh it’s for the cake? oh.”

reality is … baking with beel is a goddamn nightmare, and especially for you, since you are usually always the one who has to deal with the consequences. and dear god there are many.

those particular consequences leave you sore and limp, sticky and in a complete mess.

it always starts off playful and light - how baking should often be - with beel trying his utmost hardest to get the measurements right as his mind always tends to go to “bigger quantity = better”, being the avatar of gluttony, of course that’s expected. his hands shake as he carefully tries to pour a tablespoon of vanilla extract in the bowl, trying so hard to fight the urge to tip the entire bottle instead. bless him, he tries his best and even when he fails- it’s the thought that counts.

but when he does fail … sigh. better hope that all the brothers are out and that the door is shut because, the times that beel eventually feeds into his gluttonous side are the times you always think to yourself “why the fuck did i agree to bake with beel”

the tart was almost complete - burnt all the way through thanks to gordon ramsay not knowing he turned the heat to the maximum setting - but hey, it was edible. all that was left was the whipped cream and with the way beel’s mouth was drooling onto the counter, he was feeling more than peckish.

trying to get cream out of the bottle was always a pain in the ass - your knuckles whitening as you tried desperately to shake and squeeze some out of it, but to no avail. beel thought it would be a great time to step in and help you but knowing how damn greedy he is, not only would all the whipped cream be gone, but it would go along with the bottle due to how much his hunger was increasing.

“hey let me get that-”

“no it’s fine, i’ve got it.”

“you look like you’re struggling, just let me-”

your back and forth bickering and snatching of the bottle would only result in what you could call an unfortunate fate, when all of a sudden-

pfftftt!

cream right all over your face and neck.

“shit.” is what comes to your mind first as soon as you see the demon’s face towering above you. licking his lips, he steps towards you with eyes that could rival asmo's in their lust and hunger, along with giant hands that seem to be gravitating to your body. “beel… just let me wipe it off-” not even a sentence is able to be drawn out of your mouth before the demon is engulfing you, his long wet tongue licking stripes up your face, feeling the sweetness suddenly hit him as if it was ecstasy.

and that’s all it takes for his mind to vanish. his demeanour suddenly shifting to something even more insatiable than before, which to you, was fucking terrifying.

you trip and stumble as he presses his weight onto you with your back hitting the edge of the counter. feeling nothing but the sensation of his lips and tongue smothering you only made your head feel hot and dizzy.

it’s already way too much, and the fire hasn’t even been lit yet.

you want to push him away, you want to tell him to stop - but you physically can’t. his eager tongue finally found its way to yours, sloppily kissing and licking your lips with drool running down your chin and onto your neck.

god he’s always so messy.

he grips your thighs, pushing you up onto the counter as his kisses continue to drown you, his tongue overlapping with yours in such a greedy manner it almost makes you choke.

“beel…someone’s gonna see us…” you muttered heavy breaths between kisses, his mouth soon being deterred from yours and finding your neck where he started to lap up the remainder of the cream like a new-born kitten. “mmm…don’t care.” he let out a low grunt, his hot breath fanning over your neck as his fingers slowly crept up your thighs, massaging the flesh.

unfortunately, beel doesn’t take things in moderation. meaning that once he feels that “hunger” in his gut, it’s going to take an army to try and reel him back in. and those scales have been more than tipped at that point.

his impatient fingers found their way underneath your shorts; clawing and plucking at your underwear, feeling the bulge in his pants press against the counter as he continued to lean into you. as much as your mind insisted on pushing him away, your body thought otherwise - caving in as you felt your arousal drip inches from where beel’s fingers were. but any sane person would know that you can’t hide anything from the avatar of gluttony; his eyes widening and nose twitching as he felt the scent of your excitement blast his senses.

that hand that was sensibly nipping at your underwear had now ripped the entire thing off your body, along with your shorts, breathing heavily as he continued to assault your face and neck with his tongue. you gasped as a result of the cool air suddenly wafting over your bareness, hearing beel’s grunts get louder and more frequent only made you twitch and feel nervous. it seemed that beel would then mimic the instincts to that of an animal in heat, instantly pulling his sweatpants down to reveal his thick, aching cock - it practically begged for your attention with how flushed and hard it had gotten.

beel’s size was no joke. the way it pulsated and throbbed as he started to stroke it, seeing pre-cum drip and leak out of the fat tip made you gulp. he muttered inaudible apologies into your neck as he had already aligned himself against your entrance, licking and kissing your skin between words as if to make up for the agonising pain he was about to inflict upon you. and that pain was soon to become a reality. even knowing that there was no preparation beforehand, beel’s lust outweighed his guilt as he slowly slid his thick cock into you, drawing cries and pleads out of your lips as your body tensed up from the pain. he wanted desperately to kiss you, to praise and tell you how much he loved you - he would never in a million years think of ever hurting you, but it seemed like his mind was clouded by the sensation of you tightening and clenching around him as he started to sway his hips. you immediately wrapped your arms and legs around him, muffling your whines of pain as you cried into his neck.

it hurt. badly.

you felt shockwaves fizz up your spine as he continued to pound you on the counter, lewd squelching sounds that could soon be heard as he started to grunt and growl, biting and drooling over your neck.

beel was a demon after all. any humanity that continued to linger was soon out of the window as he sped up his pace, his giant cock poking and prodding at your cervix; it slightly bulging out of your stomach with each thrust.

it seemed as if it was a lightbulb moment for him as his violet eyes lit up, seeing the outline of his cock protruding from your tummy made those gnawing feelings of shame almost evaporate.

he couldn’t take it. watching your small frame quiver and tremble against his, the way your hole continued to squeeze and milk him even as you felt yourself start to loosen up from the pleasure - it was all far too much for him. he slowly pressed his thumb onto the bulge in your stomach, mewling against your mouth as his face leaned in to kiss you. “haah, you’re so… tiny…” his words in combination with his thrusts made your stomach turn. that splitting pain that stung you so intensely to begin with started to fade, feeling it gradually being replaced with waves of pleasure as he continued to hit and pound every spot.

you arched your back in return to the pleasure that was beginning to flood over you as his hand slowly made its way down your body, lazily rubbing and massaging your clit in small circles. with his other hand tightening its grip on your thigh, he sank his claws into the flesh as he started to feel his climax rise - his thrusts getting sloppier and more erratic by the second. “fuck, beel…’gonna kill me-”

and it seemed like beel really was an animal in heat - being that if he was a dog, his tail would be pathetically wagging behind him as he was rutting desperately inside you, his tongue lolling out as he panted and heaved. “it feels too good…’can’t stop…” he felt his balls tighten as he carried on smacking his hips against yours, your moans being those of pleasure rather than of pain as you too felt your orgasm rapidly approach. he slid his hand under your thigh, propping your legs up even further up his waist so that could hit even deeper into you - not that he wasn’t already, feeling yourself practically get winded every time his huge cock slammed into you.

drool and spit dribbled out of his open mouth, placing hot, wet kisses on your lips messily. “mmhh…fuck. ‘m close…can i cum inside you? please let me cum inside you...” his desperate and aching pleas made you melt onto the counter beneath you, burying your face into his, you muffled your moans with a kiss as you felt yourself cum suddenly around his cock. it seemed that just a final kiss was enough for him to completely burst; grunting as he unleashed and pumped copious loads of white cum into you, causing you to whimper as you felt him completely fill you up. your eyes rolled back with body twitching, feeling the way his cum oozed and dripped out of you as he frantically sought to ride out his high.

he looked so cute. pathetic and quiet whimpers escaping his lips as he gently kissed your forehead, caressing your trembling thighs with his thumb as he eased his leaking cock out of you. “god beel… you made such a mess.” he pouted and carefully lifted your body off of the counter, preparing to shamefully carry you around for the remainder of the day as your legs were too weak to even stand.

you exhaled and gave a soft kiss to his collarbones as he gently walked you towards his room while holding you in his strong arms.

and this is why baking with beel is always a terrible idea.

(and yes, he did go back and eat the tart.)

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 8 months

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Growing Pains

Part 1 (ft. Riddle and Silver) I Part 2 (ft. Trey and Kalim) I Part 3 (ft. Jade and Lilia) I Part 4 (ft. Deuce and Jamil) I Part 5 (ft. Malleus and Ruggie) | Part 6 (ft. Cater and Rook) | Part 7 (ft. Sebek and Floyd) | Part 8 (ft. Ace and Idia)

In which Gordon Ramsay-kun is isekai’d into Twisted Wonderland. Part Food Wars, part Hell’s Kitchen, all Master Chef—Night Raven College isn’t ready to take on this Michelin Star celebrity!!

This time, two stubborn rebels enter the kitchen! With Epel chasing the greatness of growing up, he gets ensnared in a scheme that Leona responsible is responsible for. Gordon’s definitely got his work cut out for him!! Can he truly connect with this strong-minded duo?

Why does Leona’s chef jacket look like it’s straining to keep his chest contained in like every fan art I see 😭 I'm happy that Epel gets to take Master Chef at the same time as his Magift Club Captain... He gets to hang out with his cool senpai one last time before I smush him into Epelsauce for pointing out L*ona's charm 🤡 (P.S. I totally believe that GR is a role model L*ona could benefit from…)

Imagine this…

Raising a saucer to his lips, Epel sipped, allowing a mildly sweet flavor to flatten across the tongue. Warmed on a low flame, the milk concoction was warm, but still thick and creamy. Nothin' beats full fat milk fresh off the farm, he noted, licking his lips.

Epel let out an excited whoop as he slammed his saucer down. "Hoo-WHEE! That's sum good stuff!!"

A groan sounded from another counter.

"Oi, frosh. Keep it down over there," Leona groused. He fiddled with his hair, sweeping back loose strands that hung free from his ponytail. The rest of his mane--and his lion ears--were uncomfortably crammed under a chef's hat.

"O-Oh, sorry!" Epel hurriedly apologized, giving a brief bow to his club captain. When he straightened again, he couldn't avoid taking note of his upperclassman's strong build.

Though the duo were in similar uniforms, Leona wore his very differently than Epel. He slouched slightly, yet the warm yellow of his jacket fit him like a glove, easily conforming to the shape of his muscled body. By comparison, Epel was smaller and far less shapely. A twinge of sadness pulled in his chest.

Standing the two side-by-side, they were like lion and kitten. One regal and confident, the other meek and weak.

Epel furiously shook his head. He smacked both of his cheeks to wake himself up. Chin up, Epel! Take this chance to learn how you can be more like Leona-senpai...!

He glanced over at the various bowls littering Leona’s workstation.

I wonder what he’s making…? It must be something cool.

The beastman hovered over them, glancing over the contents of each bowl lackadaisically. Plump blueberries, granulated sugar, extract that smelled strongly of vanilla, gelatin powder. And, of course, the star of the show: milk.

Leona grimaced, lifting the white liquid up. Milk sloshed lazily around in its bowl, lapping against his thumb. He took a cursory sniff, but didn’t look impressed.

As Leona was returning the milk back to its place, Epel jumped. "U-Um...!!"

"What, you got something to say?" Leona raised a brow. "Then spit it out."

"Well..." Epel nervously twiddled his thumbs. “That’s heavy cream... It’s rich-tasting and has high fat content, so it’s good for creamy dishes. With the sugar and the fruit, are you making a dessert of some kind? Maybe a milk pudding or something…”

“Hmmmm.”

A slow and catty glint rose to Leona’s eyes. He leaned forward, scrutinizing the humble farmer boy.

“So you’ve got a real knack for this kind of thing.”

“Eh, I guess so? I’m used to helping my family and neighbors back in Harveston with produce quality control. It comes naturally to me.”

“Great. Take care of this for me then.” Leona plunked down the bowl of blueberries in his junior’s hands. Epel blinked—but before he could protest, Leona continued. “You’ve got a real talent. It’d be a waste for you not to show it off to the Chef.”

“I don’t know…” Epel casted a curious look at their mentor, who had been observing them from a quiet corner of the kitchen. Gordon returned the gaze, as if sensing trouble afoot.

“Besides, I’m counting on you too,” Leona added, a hand on Epel’s shoulder.

His heart leapt in anticipation. “You are?!”

“Yeah. Even with my nose, I just don’t have the chops for this line of work. Must be my delicate princely constitution. That’s why I’m putting my faith in you.” Leona suddenly frowned. “Was I wrong to?”

“N-No, Leona-senpai!!” Epel hurriedly insisted. “You can definitely leave it to me! I’ll make sure the ingredients we use are the best we have!”

“That’s what I like to hear.” The lion’s smile was sly. "Okay, knock yourself out. I’m going to be taking a nap. Don’t bother me until you’ve checked everything in the pantry over… twice.”

“Aye-aye, captain!!”

With that, Leona sauntered off with a casual, self-assured swagger. Gordon was wiping his hands off on a clean dish rag when he passed. They silently met each other’s eyes, Leona passing along a triumphant smirk.

The head chef automatically got a bad feeling.

Kingscholar must have said something to him. Right, I’ll get to the bottom of this.

While Leona had pulled out a chair and hunkered down in it, Gordon made his way over to Epel. He was now eagerly inspecting a pile of sugar, seemingly picking through individual granules by sifting them around with a finger.

"What are you doing over here, my darling?" Gordon asked, his tone kept friendly—a voice he reserved for children, not arrogant adults.

“Chef!” Epel proudly saluted. “I’m making sure the ingredients are good to go!”

“That’s all fine and dandy, but why’s he sittin’ this one out?” Gordon jabbed an accusatory thumb in Leona’s direction. (He resembled a grumpy street cat.)

“I’m doing Leona-senpai’s share too!”

“You don’t think he should be responsible for looking over his own ingredients?” Gordon huffed. Or suspect that he’s blowing smoke up your ass?

“But really trusts me to do this for him.” Epel laid a hand on his chest. His expression was positively glowing, his cheeks appled. “He has confidence in my abilities!! And I trust him to guide me. Leona-senpai has never steered me wrong before!”

Gordon instantly recognized the emotion: pure admiration.

“… You look up to him, don’t you?”

“Yup!! He’s the man I wanna be! Smart, cool, brave, tall, muscly…! I’ve been chugging tons of milk in my free time to make sure I’m getting all the vitamins and minerals I need to catch up to him.”

Is that why I saw him trying to shotgun an entire gallon of milk straight from the jug?! Gordon rubbed at his aching temples.

There was a soft grunt that grounded him again.

“… But it’s not enough to just be physically strong," Epel mumbled. "I can’t just drink milk and call it a day. It’s also important to have a strong spirit too, cuz the heart's also a muscle!"

The first year offered a hopeful grin, a hand set on his bicep. “Leona-senpai has that sort of strength. If I want to be able to stand on the same level as him, I have to give it my all when it comes to training!”

A strong body and spirit…

Yet when he looked at Leona, what Gordon saw first was a broken man forsaking his future. A shell of a person. Was he able to be salvaged? To lead?

Gordon reconsidered. His perspective and Epel’s—whose judgment was clouded? Or was neither quite the full truth?

“… Thanks for that. I’m going to speak with him now. You keep up what you’re doing. Best of luck, love.”

The response he received was bright and resolute.

“Yes, Chef!”

“I bet you must think you’re bloody brilliant.”

The accusation was as stiff as cream whipped into peaks. It cut cleanly—but not quite though Leona’s wit.

He snorted, hardly budging from his recline. “The kid's good at assessing the quality of food. Why keep him back from reaching his full potential?”

“So are you. I know a food critic when I see one,” Gordon said sharply. “And don’t give me that ‘I can’t do it’ bull crap. I thought we were over this already.”

Leona’s laughter was like the roiling thunder of an approaching storm. “I work smarter, not harder, herbivore. Are you sure you’re an instructor? It sounds to me like you have some learning to do on your students.”

"I know plenty—and I know you're better than this." Gordon gestured at him.

"Afraid not," Leona purred, the sarcasm coming off of his words in lazy waves.

Rotten to the core. Spoiled from the start. Shattered, unable to be reassembled. A rebel of the savanna, impossible to tame. All the things people whispered about him behind his back and to his face.

His hand instinctively snaked to the scar that threaded his left eye. "... It's just as the rumors say, teach."

Ugly truths. Evil, harm, destruction—that's all he would ever amount to, all that he was capable of.

There’s no hope left for me. No light of another day. No tomorrows.

Leona turned away, forcing an end to the conversation. He had nothing more to say, and didn't expect anything more out of the chef either.

Then came the hands upon his shoulders, the grip like a vice. Gordon grabbed him, thrusting his face close to Leona’s.

"Don't you talk like that,” the chef hissed with a deathly quiet, “not in my kitchen.”

“Yeah? If you’re so pissed, then banish me from your kingdom,” Leona taunted. His breath was hot with anger, but he bore no claws.

Always the outcast, never the king.

“Not in your life.” Gordon released him, a slight shove back into the seat the third year occupied.

“You’ve already made your judgment of me. Why hold back on acting on it?”

With a slight glare, the chef folded his arms and stared down at him. “For one, you’re deliberately being a jackass to get out of the coursework. For another…”

Gordon nodded towards Epel’s station. “… there’s him.”

“Epel? You might as well dedicate your manpower to him. He’ll need it, the little tyke.”

“He thinks you’re someone to aspire to. But here you are, acting like you’re not.” Gordon narrowed his eyes. “You know what I think? I think the least you could do is respect the kid’s efforts by pitching in—and have some respect for yourself while you’re at it. The kid’s looking up to you. You can try to look up to yourself too, or his hopes are for nothing.”

“He chose to follow me. That decision—and its consequences—are on him.”

“You can’t keep doing this,” Gordon growled. “It’s not just him. Your entire dorm—”

“It’s different,” Leona snapped back. “We’re not the same. They’ve got futures ahead of them. They can afford to be hopelessly blinded by its light.”

Unlike me.

The silence that followed was stifling and thick. It was a reduction left too long on the stove, boiled down to concentrated, palpable self-hatred.

Gordon’s mouth was a tight line. Not a frown, not a glower. Just a neutral line.

"... You remind me of myself when I was younger. Full of vinegar and piss," he grunted at last. Gordon slapped a palm against his knee. "Used to dream of being a footballer. Then had an injury so bad it crushed those dreams before I could recognize it.

"I didn't start taking the culinary arts seriously until 19. You're 20 now, Kingscholar. If there was a chance for an arrogant little lug head like me, then there's a chance for you too. It's not too late."

"Then you're an old fool," Leona spat. To try all your life at something, only to be kicked down every time. "No sob story will ever change what we are."

Gordon faced Epel, his back to Leona. "... I've had a lot of successes. I have that success because I've had failures. I've learned from them. Our scars don't have to define us. We can become better than that. Grow from them.”

"What? Am I meant to be won over by those paltry sentiments?"

"You think whatever you damn well like," Gordon retorted. "If you need me, I'll be helping Felmier. Otherwise, waste the rest of your class time for all I care."

Then he was gone.

Leona shifted in his seat. He regarded the chef with an eerie quiet—the same kind of quietness that pervaded a lion stalking its prey. Weighing the options, assessing what he was up against.

An herbivore. Just a simple-minded, stubborn herbivore. He had been talking out of his ass, trying to act as if he knew—as if he understood him.

Annoyance curdled into a blunt anger.

“Our scars don't have to define us.”

Damn it.

“We can become better than that. Grow from them.”

Damn it...!

Leona bared his teeth, his hands curled into fists.

Familiar frustration flooded him. Helplessness, despair. And a bit of a feeling he had long since renounced.

Hope.

“... Tch.” Leona raked a hand through his hair. “Light a fire under my tail, why don’t you?”

Epel was halfway through inspecting the blueberries when one was plucked straight out of the bowl. Leona tossed it into his mouth, spearing the berry on his canines. A sweet tartness flooded his taste buds.

"... It's fine for the panna cotta," he declared languidly.

Epel startled at his senior's sudden appearance. Beside the first year, Gordon held his breath.

"L-Leona-senpai?! But I thought you were going to rest...?"

"Yeah, well. I got tired of that. Figured I might as well find something else to do to pass the time." Leona cocked his head back, his grin self-assured. "... Got room for one more?"

"I'd be happy to welcome you." Gordon stepped back, allowing Leona to claim his rightful place at an open counter. "... Good to have you back with your head in the game, Kingscholar."

"Hmph. Don't get used to it." He picked up a tool laid out on the table—an ice-cream scooper—and twirled it between dextrous fingers. “I’m a precocious child, so I’ll need an instructor that can keep me engaged.”

“You’re acting cocky for someone who was refusing to play ball a while ago.” Gordon groaned. “… Fine then. You’re on. Just for that, I’m not going to go easy on you.”

“Excuse me, Chef!” The protest came from Epel, who had abandoned the blueberries. “Please go hard on me too!! I can handle it!!”

Leona snorted. “You sure about that, squirt? You never know how mean the big, scary teacher might be.”

“Yes! I want to work together with you, Leona-senpai! Then I can become as strong as you are.”

As strong as I am… Something in his chest sank. Was he truly?

Leona dispelled the doubt with a sigh. Aaah, how annoying. He’s looking at me with those big, sparkling eyes. Why are kids like this?

So fixated on the future and the people who would lead them to it.

He softened.

"... Yeah, sure. Let's just get this over with. The sooner, the better."

Gordon nodded approvingly.

Until the day where I can comfortably stand where you are… wait for me. I’ll meet you there.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Epel Felmier #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #something no one asked for #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios #disney twisted wonderland #Gordon Ramsay #Gordon Ramsay in Twisted Wonderland #imagine this #beyond the looking glass #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #Leona Kingscholar

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coff33notforme · 2 years

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Weirdly Specific Mandela Catalouge headcannons

A/n: I'm in pain

Genre: Crack, fluff, headcannons

Ft: Adam, Jonah, Mark, Cesar

Vol.1

Mark:

Mark will only get the bubblegum flavored toothpaste at the dentist's office and if they don’t ask him what kind he wants he will ask them specifically for bubblegum

He also probably makes eye contact with the dentist the whole time

Mf likes cool ranch Doritos fight me

He doesn't like corn but like just when it's the individual pieces he will eat it and only eat it on the cob

He's probably has seen every single fast and furious movie

Cesar:

Is a very picky eater

He actually likes the brown sugar pop tarts (I’m so sorry)

His favorite show growing up was Jimmy neutron

Really likes friends, hes really invested

Has a different specifically colored toothbrush for every month (red for October blue for December etc.)

He had a fnaf phase 100%

Vol.2

Jonah:

Wears light up sketchers change my mind

He was the type of person to just randomly yell at people in the hallways in middle school

He LOVES Gordon Ramsay

He made Adam binge all of hell's kitchen with him for the thirteenth time

He was that one kid who one a race in third grade and never let it go

Like that’s how he pooled all the girls, by winning that race

Certified frat boy

Adam:

He wears Nike shoes nothing else he only has one pair of shoes

He goes to Starbucks only for the cake pops

He was a theater kid in school

He secretly loves Disney movies, his favorite is beauty and the beast

Literally has wheelies attached to his shoes at all times

He really likes asparagus don’t ask me why he just dose

Watches the office a lot

Has beef with Mario for some reason, he’ll be at game-stop with Jonah staring down the Mario display

#the mandela catalogue x reader #mandela catalouge gabriel #the mandela catalogue #mandela catalouge x reader #sus gabriel #alternate cesar #cesar torres #mark heathcliff #jonah marshall #adam murray #analog horror #fanfic #headcanons

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cillixn · 3 months

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What movie or show can I find of Cillian moaning? (Just wondering 😊)

(gordon ramsay voice) finally a reasonable fucking question um pretty sure he moans in a lot of stuff lmaoo mostly in pain tho bc he gets the shit beaten out of him quite a bit

#like that one scene in sunshine where he fights mace comes to mind immediately #but that’s probably more heavy breathing than moans #there’s gotta be at LEAST one in TDS right??#asks #cillian murphy

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lovlychan · 2 years

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as sweet as strawberry pancakes

pairing: joshua hong x reader ft. appearances from the other members! word count: 6.2k genre: fluff, humor (?), slice of life, college au, non idol warning(s): food mentions, mentions of drinking, mingyu sucks at hygiene but i love him

summary: ethics is a pain in the ass, thank god sweetheart joshua hong is here (aka joshua is just.. so whipped for reader lol almost as whipped as the whipped cream on pancakes)

note: i’m failing ethics irl so this is just my way of coping lol (i hate kant so much)

You curse the gods that placed you in your current predicament. Actually, no, you curse Kim Mingyu for never sneezing into his arm as any sane person would do. If it weren’t for him and his gross habit of sneezing in whatever direction, you wouldn’t have come face to face with a disgusting amount of snot, wouldn’t have gotten a cold, and wouldn’t be absent for your Fundamentals in Ethics class.

While he did feel bad and give you some of his homemade chicken noodle soup (which almost made you forgive him, that man was like a Korean Gordon Ramsay) the tasty broth wouldn’t be enough for the situation that it landed you in.

See, you absolutely sucked at Ethics. No matter how many hours you put into the subject, all of your tests came back with an almost insulting red mark. 12 out of 30, 5 out of 15… damn you Kant, and your stupid ideologies. It’s not like you didn’t study or anything, the quizzes just kept beating your ass.

The only way to save yourself from retaking the class would be the upcoming final group presentation. You knew this and prepared in advance by thinking of who you’d ask to be grouped with. The roster of high-achieving students that you’ve got to know throughout the semester repeated in your head like a chant: Jihoon, Namjoon, Eunwoo, Intak. You were ready to speed into class and tell your professor those exact names.

But of course, the universe just loved to screw you over. No matter how hard you tried to argue with your roommate that your cold wasn’t even that bad, she refused to let you out, in fear of “killing half the campus” with your damned cold. Thanks to that, you were stuck with the unwanted members of the class: a girl that spent the entire session scrolling through dating apps, a couple that was way too invested in each other to learn anything, and a guy that hid his phone under his desk to play Solitaire.

Solitaire. Not even a fun game. You might be a bit too harsh on your unfortunate group, but you really needed to ace this project. Knowing that the five of you would end up nowhere unless someone took lead, you became the makeshift leader, adding them all into a group chat that was often left with your messages never seen.

Luckily, the others finally saw your most recent message asking to meet up in the campus library to discuss your presentation. Unluckily, none of them prepared for it. You were stuck rambling on about your proposed topic, while the other four just stared at you.

“How about we discuss the Valley of Sorrow dilemma? You know, the one where a doctor has to choose between breaking his confidentiality contract or releasing data about a cure? I think it would be a great way to compare a deontological approach versus a utilitarian approach”, you say, inwardly groaning at how the couple in front of you continue to play footsie under the table. At one point, you felt the girl stroke your leg. You really should’ve worn jeans today.

“Sounds good to me”, the Solitaire boy says while checking his watch. “But uh, I think I’ll have to head out early. Sorry guys, the gamers club needs me right now.”

Bullshit. Your friend Wonwoo’s the president of the club, and you know they never meet on Friday (Wonwoo likes to volunteer at the animal shelter near your dorms). But, you let him go anyway. It’s not like he was giving any useful output anyways. The others soon follow, with the dating app girl rushing off to find her “special man” for the night, and the couple leaving for whatever stupid excuse they gave. You didn’t even bother listening to them, knowing that they’ll most likely head to an apartment and get laid. Good for them, I guess.

Stuck on your own, you get to work on your laptop. Screw you Kim Mingyu. (You don’t know it, but across the campus, the poor boy feels as if the universe is calling him out in the middle of a volleyball game. He gets hit with a ball square on the head. He’s stuck with the ball’s logo branded on his forehead for a while.) As an hour passes, you decide you’ve done enough work for now, getting up and groaning at the soreness of your back. It takes you a while to finally stand up straight, and you decide to give your dead legs a wake up by walking through the library. You might’ve looked like a senior citizen with your back hunched over, but that was far from your worries. This paper is beating your ass, and your groupmates have proven to be useless. Maybe you could find some sources for the presentation in the library while you take your walk. That’s not what you find, however, finishing going through a row of bookshelves. Feeling tired and defeated, you groan a bit too loudly for a library.

“Stupid Kant. Why can’t I just live with my own ways of thinking? It’s better than going with what a dead white man thinks”, you say out loud to no one in particular.

“Bad day?”, shocked to find someone else, you turn around to look at a familiar face.

“Joshua? Hey! Long time no see!”

It’s a common greeting indeed, but it’s true. The last time you saw the guy was months ago, at a party your friend Seungkwan dragged you to. He bribed you with the promise of Mcdonald’s after staying for a while, and who were you if not a starving student to say no to a Big Mac? You spent that night being dragged around by your friend, introducing you to every person at the party. While most people’s names left your mind right after meeting them, Joshua Hong was different. He already caught your interest when Seungkwan introduced him as the “gentleman of all gentlemen”, which was far from your dating history that left much to be desired. Deciding it was safe for you to stay with him, Seungkwan bounced off to some of his friends that were taking shots.

You and Josh were honestly were vibing hard, talking about how the two of you were dragged to the party by friends, and how the hell Seungkwan knows everyone and their mothers. You finally felt at ease at the party, away from the grinding and sweaty bodies of college students that wanted to forget their asshole professors for the night. Unfortunately, the easygoing pattern of the conversation was ripped from you quickly, with Joshua explaining that his friend Vernon was dragged into a seven minutes in heaven game that he absolutely did not want to join. You giggled and waved him away, knowing that his poor friend needed his attention more than you. With how sudden he had to leave, you never got to get his number. You would’ve asked Seungkwan for it, but you knew that it would lead to him suggestively wiggling his eyebrows and offering to set the two of you up together. Ever since the two of you became friends, he’s told you that getting laid could make you a happier, way less stressed person.

That was months ago, and you haven’t seen Joshua since. Despite your campus being rather small, you just chalked it up to him being busy. At the party, you learned that he was active in a lot of clubs and extracurriculars, being part of all the different organizations, ranging from jewelry making to glee club. He was a hardworking guy, and you realized he had another responsibility as you stared at his outfit, seeing a lanyard in your university’s school colors with the bold text “volunteer librarian” on it.

“Hey to you too, ___. The last time I saw you, you were holding Seungkwan back from hogging the karaoke machine”, he says, putting some books onto the shelf from his little cart.

You groan at the memory, recalling how your friend shouted at everyone that no one could top his rendition of Beyonce’s Love On Top. Seungkwan was way too hammered to even take you to a Mcdonald’s, and you ended that night helping him puke his guts out. So much for a Big Mac.

“Oh God, don’t remind me”, you shudder. “All he did on the way home was belt high notes and talk about how Beyonce saved his life. And yeah, it’s been a pretty bad day. Got stuck with some awful group mates for an already awful subject. God, I hate ethics”, you say, rolling your eyes at the mere mention of the terrible ordeal you’re stuck in.

He lets out a sympathetic sigh, “Ethics, huh? What’re you guys learning?”

You sigh, “Deontology. Still have no fucking clue what I’m doing though, and I have a paper due in a week and no one is helping out.” He gives you an empathetic smile and puts a book back into the shelf before he replies.

“I think I took that last semester. I have some notes I could give you. Don’t have them on me right now, but… if you’d be willing to stop by here tomorrow then I’d be glad to give ‘em to you.”

You almost shed a tear at the boy’s generosity. In this dark and seemingly hopeless situation filled with terrible groupmates, shameful grades, and some ideology you haven’t fully understood, Joshua Hong is like the light at the end of a tunnel.

“Really? Oh my god, that sounds amazing, thank you! This really means a lot. I can stop by tomorrow around the same time maybe?” You want to hug the kind boy in front of you, chant thank you over and over again. But your mind decides against it, reminding yourself that you’ve talked to him only twice so far.

“Of course!”, he chuckles, “anything for you.” You blush at the sweet sentiment, and leave him to his work while you head back to your laptop.

“Joshua Hong, I think you just made this terrible day a little bit better.”

The next day comes, and you excitedly walk into the library, with a bag of pastries and some coffee in tow. The guy’s gonna be your saving grace, might as well thank him with some sweet treats and a little caffeine pick-me-up. You wander around for a while, finally finding him in the fiction corner. As you approach him, he looks up and smiles.

“Oh! Hey! I have the notes in my bag, let me go get ‘em.” He sets down the books he’s holding, and before he can run off to get your lifesaving notes, you wave your chocolate eclair in his face.

“You got me snacks? God, I feel like you’re saving my life more than I’m saving your own. I’ve had like three hours of sleep, I was so close to faceplanting into the wall earlier” he yawns, emphasizing his statement.

“Yeah, anything for someone that’ll save me from failing this class. Guessing college is kicking your ass too?”

He hums, “Something like that. I’ll go get your notes, just stay here.”

As he goes off to get his notes, you spend the time going through the books he’s organizing, recognizing some of the books as the ones you’ve read as a kid. Alice in Wonderland, Matilda, Charlotte’s Web… maybe you should visit the library more often to reread them. Stuck in your thoughts, you don’t even hear the boy come up to you.

“Hey! Here, I made sure they were extra neat for you.” He reaches his hand out to give it to you, and you probably look like a child in a candy store with how happy you look at the bundled sheets of grid paper.

“Woah, thanks. And can I say, our handwriting’s crazy nice! Mine’s like chicken scratch, honestly”, he laughs, setting the papers in your hands. As you turn to leave after thanking him, he calls out your name. You look back at him, confused.

“Oh! I just wanted to ask if you wanted to exchange numbers. That way I could help you if you’re struggling with some stuff, maybe?” he looks at you hopefully, and you smile back at him.

“Yeah, of course! Thanks for saving me from a big fat ‘F’, really.”

Joshua Hong’s notes are your lifesaver. From the ten-page bundle, you’ve finished over half of your paper. However, you’ve come to a pause as you stare at the huge inkblot at the bottom of the page. It’s been fifteen minutes, and you have no idea what it’s supposed to say. Giving up on the hopes of the ink magically forming into legible words, you pull out your phone to text Joshua.

__: hey josh!! hope u aren’t busy or anything, just wanted to ask what this says

__: [image attached]

You wait for his response, checking as the time passes by. An excruciating fifteen minutes pass, and you come to the conclusion that he might not respond any time soon. As you’re about to give up on the inkblot, you get a notification from him.

josh aka lifesaver: oh hey!! sorry, my pen decided to puke all over itself :p its “formula of the kingdom of ends”!!

__: tysm!! <3

You set down your phone, gracious for his kindness and eventual reply. Before you can get back to your laptop, you feel your phone vibrate next to you.

josh aka lifesaver: alsoooooo, it’s like 2 am

josh aka lifesaver: you should sleep soon :(

God he’s even cute through text. You look at your phone’s digital clock to verify the time. Groaning, you realize you’ve been at this paper for six hours. Maybe if you had better groupmates you could’ve been done hours ago. Alas, the four are nowhere to be found. Looks like you’ll be doing this entire thing on your own.

__: oh shoot!! didn’t even realize the time, been slaving over this paper for hours :// groupmates r mia yet again :p

josh aka lifesaver: did you eat dinner yet?

__: …. yes?

josh aka lifesaver: haha, very believable. there’s this awesome diner by 4th street, wanna come with? been craving their pancakes and you need to fill that empty stomach of yours

And that’s how you find yourself in a diner’s booth at 3 am, dressed in your pyjamas since you were way too tired to even change. You regret this decision though, as you see Joshua enter in a clean button-down and jeans. He looks way too good at ass crack o’clock. His eyes eventually connect with yours and he smiles, walking up to your booth.

“Hey, busy bee. You ready to try the best pancakes of your life? I’ve been going here since I was a freshman, and nothing compares to the god-like fluffy goodness that are their strawberry pancakes”

“Psh, I don’t think anything’ll top the ones my mom makes.”

He grins at you, “You’re about to be proven so so wrong, __.” He waves over at a waitress clad in the '50s-themed neon yellow uniform, and she comes over with a notepad in hand. Recognizing him, she smiles.

“Josh! Welcome back. It’s first time I’ve seen you come in here with someone that isn’t your roommate, is she someone special? She’s a real sight for sore eyes too”, she looks over to you, and you blush. Looking over at your companion, he’s beet red too, but waves away her question.

“Just someone who needed to discover the greatest pancakes on earth. I’ll have the usual strawberry pancakes, and extra powdered sugar, please. Oh! And some OJ too. How about you, __?”.

You forgot to check the menu, but you decide to trust his faith in the diner and go with the same dish.

“I’ll just have the same. But, can I have it with like, your biggest cup of coffee? College’s making me out to be a zombie at this point”. The waitress, whose name is Minnie as proven by her pinned name tag, writes down your orders and walks off, not before letting the both of you know that it’ll take around fifteen minutes for the food. Once she’s gone off to talk to the cook, Joshua turns to you and looks like a giddy little boy.

“I’m serious when I say their pancakes are amazing. The first time I came here was with my roommate Jeonghan, and I’m proud to say they’ve changed my life. That day, I think I had five servings. Even tried making my own version at home, but nothing compares to the original”, he grins even wider, and you feel your stomach rumble from how excited you are for the food to come. Luckily, he doesn’t laugh or anything, he just smiles at you, albeit a bit worried that you haven’t eaten in hours. Minnie comes back with your drinks, and the two of you thank her before she leaves to serve another table.

“How’s Seungkwan, by the way?”, he says, toying with the salt packets by the table. “Haven’t seen or heard from him since his little performance at the party.”

“Same old diva we’ve learned to love. He got into an argument with some kid at the mall because the kid said he should be more quiet in a bookstore. Had to hold him back so the mom wouldn’t come and fight him too. Aside from that though, he’s been doing alright. Just been pestering me to go on dates with his friends since he thinks I’m ‘sweeter when I have a sweetie’”, Joshua laughs, rolling his eyes at Seungkwan’s usual dramatic antics.

“So”, he starts, picking up a sugar packet, “how are the dates going?”

“Oh, I’ve turned down all of them. As much as I love him, I’d rather not be part of one of his little matchmaking schemes. You remember that disastrous date your friend Vernon went on with the girl from the track team?”

He laughs at the memory, “I remember that. She wanted to go on a jogging date and he passed out after like ten minutes of running. Had to pick him up and apologize to the poor girl. Vernon ended up sore for days.”

Laughing, you take a sip of your coffee. “Yep, that’s exactly why I don’t trust Seungkwan’s choice in dates for me.” You take another sip of your coffee.

“So, that means you’re single?” You choke on your drink, coughing on its bitter taste. God, this is embarrassing, you’ve got it dribbling down your chin. Joshua looks at you sympathetically, offering you a sip of water to calm yourself down. Once you’ve settled down, you reply, “sorry about that, but yeah. Why’d you ask?”

He gives you a cheeky grin, then shrugs. “Just wanted to know. How’s the paper going, by the way?’

You groan, “wayyy worse than expected. Groupmates have gone full M.I.A and I’ve decided I’m writing it on my own. Telling my teacher on Monday that I’ll be working solo. Hopefully I can pull out a paper that saves me from retaking the class.”

He hums in response, pausing before he replies. “Well, I’m sure you can do it. You’re a smart person, I believe in you.” He smiles, and you feel your chest warm up. His smile feels like it lit up the entire room. It may be 3 am, and you should be dead asleep from all your work, but there’s something about his support that gives you a refreshing feeling. Before you can continue your conversation, Minnie comes back with your dinner-slash-midnight snack-slash-early breakfast.

“Here’s your order! Even told our chef to hurry it up, since you guys look like you really need something sweet. Looks like Josh’s smile is the only sweet thing you needed, though.” She winks at you and sets down the food before Joshua can even retort. As much as you’d love to keep talking with your (cute) companion, these pancakes look divine, and you’re way too excited to finally fill your belly. It’s fine though, as you look up and he’s already taken a huge bite out of his stack. You laugh at the powdered sugar on the corner of his mouth and finally dig into your food.

Holy shit.

He was right. The pancakes were amazing, undoubtedly better than the ones your mom makes. Sure, she made them with a premade mix and even the school cafeteria’s pancakes would taste better than hers, but your food was, in Joshua’s words, absolutely god-like. Your eyes widen as you feel the flavors dance around on your tongue; the insanely fluffy pancakes, with the thick cream and powdered sugar, all topped with the sweet and slightly tart strawberries. Everything tastes amazing, and you chow down like a man starved. At this moment, it’s just you and your pancakes, until Joshua laughs and catches your attention. You look up at him, and he’s proudly smiling.

“Told you they were good.”

Two more orders of pancakes later, the two of you finally call out for the bill. Watching him bring out his wallet, you shake your head and let him know you’ll pay. He refuses, but you insist.

“Come on, I owe you big time. You saved my ass from ethics, and you saved it again from dying of starvation. Let me pay”, you plead, but he still refuses.

“Hey, it’s a gentleman’s move to pay. Plus, you got me those eclairs, and I’m sure those were overpriced. The cafe’s around school cost an arm and a leg to order from.” He’s right, the eclairs took a pretty painful dent in your broke college student’s wallet, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Josh, seriously I–”

“Nope! I got this. You can just pay the next time we go out.”

Next time? You get giddy at the thought of meeting up with someone so cute another time. You really thought this would be a one time thing, but luckily he thought otherwise. Knowing he won’t let up on paying for your meal, you give in.

“Fine, but! I’ll hold you to that next time.” He puts out a couple of bills and victoriously grins, passing the receipt to Minnie. Once he gets back his change, he stands and offers you a hand.

“Now come on, I’ll walk you home, it’s too late for you to go back to your dorm on your own.”

God, he really is living up to that gentleman title.

The walk home is full of cool air and random conversations. Even with the silent pauses from trying to find new topics, you feel at ease walking next to him. You eventually reach the entrance of your dorm, and you bid each other goodbye and separate ways. Joshua Hong has officially become your lifesaver twice, first with the notes and now with those amazing pancakes. You’ll probably be thinking of them in your sleep. Finally settling in for bed, you feel your phone vibrate.

josh aka lifesaver: you made it home safe?

__: josh

__: you literally dropped me off at the door like ten minutes ago

josh aka lifesaver: hey, who knows? what if there was a psycho killer in the elevator

__: haha very funny. thanks for tonight, btw :) get home safe!

Without waiting for his reply, you finally fall victim to your fluffy bed. It was a long day, and you’re incredibly grateful that it ended with a boy that feels like sunshine.

josh aka lifesaver: no, thank you, __

josh aka lifesaver: i really enjoyed spending time with you :)

josh aka lifesaver: btw, you looked really cute with strawberry sauce on your cheek. i would’ve told you to wipe it off but you just looked so happy

josh aka lifesaver: ahh i’m probably rambling and you’ve already fallen asleep :p good night, __.

It’s been two weeks since you woke up to those messages and giggled like a crazed schoolgirl into your pillow, and eventually, the two of you became constant texting buddies. Even if you completed your presentation for ethics (got a 100 by the way! your ex-groupmates, on the other hand, got the longest lecture of their lives and had to retake the class), the two of you continued to talk. This led to the two of you getting closer, and your feelings growing even bigger. At this point, you weren’t sure what exactly the two of you were, because you clearly weren’t just friends with how often flirtatious comments were thrown into the conversations, but you weren’t dating either. It was an awkward and undiscussed grey area, and you were way too shy to ask him. Regardless, you enjoyed your conversations with him, and they made your days a bit better. Plus, you guys went to the diner more often. Those pancakes really are life changing, and at this point, you have whipped cream flowing in your blood. Minnie even makes sure to have your usual booth open at night because she knows the two of you like to come at that time.

The two of you would talk about anything under the sun, ranging from complaining about the painful life of a university student, down to the mundane moments in your days. Even now, as you’re waiting for your food at a cafe with Seungkwan (it’s his apology for not treating you to Mcdonald’s after that party), you’re still updating Josh on your life.

__: at a cafe w seungkwan rn, we’re meeting up with one of his friends

josh aka lifesaver: he isn’t setting you up with someone again, is he?

__: nope, he’s just given up on it completely. he just wanted me to come with him as an “i’m sorry for belting love on top and puking on your favorite top”

josh aka lifesaver: ok good

josh aka lifesaver: tell him i say hi !!

“Josh says hi”, you say, much too engrossed with your phone to look at your friend. What’d he mean by “good”? Was he happy that you weren’t getting set up with one of Seungkwan’s friends? You seriously need to figure out what’s going on with the two of you, and soon.

“Well hello to him too”, an unfamiliar voice says, and you realize Seungkwan’s friend has arrived. Looking at the boy, you realize you’ve seen him somewhere before. You’ve never interacted him, but there’s something about him that seems familiar. Trying to rack your brain of where you’ve seen this stranger before, the realization suddenly dawns on you. Isn’t this Joshua’s roommate, Jeonghan? You’ve seen pictures of him from Josh, and you realize it really is him. He may not have the blonde hair like in Josh’s photos, replaced with a burgundy shade of red, but it is him.

“Sorry about __, she’s been on her phone 24/7 talking to your roommate”, Seungkwan says with a roll of his eyes. “She even faceplanted into the wall the other day since she was too distracted with his ranking of all the Studio Ghibli movies. Absolutely whipped, I tell you.” Blushing, you try your hardest to defend yourself and have the slightest shred of dignity left in front of Seungkwan’s friend.

“Hey!”, you exclaim, “I wasn’t distracted by his texts, I was distracted by your loud ass trying to hold a high note competition with Seokmin. Thought a dolphin went loose or something.” As hard as you try to refute Seungkwan’s claims, you only fall on deaf ears.

Jeonghan laughs, “oh please, Josh’s been way worse. __, if you think you’re bad, you should see him plan the messages he sends you. Don’t tell him I told you this, but it took him like twenty minutes to send you a message after your cute little diner date.” At this, you hear Seungkwan hum in interest.

Damn it, you were keeping your little pancake run a secret from him, knowing that the teasing you got from him would multiply tenfold, since he’d jump to conclusions and assume the diner trip was romantic in nature. And to be completely honest, you weren’t sure if it was.

“Ooooh, is my little __ going on dates?”, he coos, and you wish your seat could eat you whole right now. Looking over at Jeonghan for help, you realize it’s useless as he begins to put in his own ooohs and ahhs to heighten Seungkwan’s teasing. You can feel your face burn into a crimson red, and you tell them to shush before anyone else can hear your conversation. It’s probably too late for that though, since sometimes it feels like Seungkwan was born with a megaphone in his throat.

“Listen, you crazed cupids”, you say with a hushed tone, hoping your company could quiet down, “he just wanted someone to come with him to his favorite diner. I was already texting him before that about the notes he gave me for my ethics class. It was just an in-the-moment situation, you know?” At that, Jeonghan furrows his brows.

“__, okay, first of all, I was awake and with him at that time, and I’ve been his original diner buddy since we enrolled in college. He refuses to bring anyone else because he gatekeeps those pancakes from everyone, our other close friends included. The diner’s off limits, even to Vernon. That means he thinks you’re special enough to bring to his favorite place”, he teases with smug look. “Second, and more confusing, where the hell did he get notes for ethics? I’ve memorized all of his class schedules like the back of my hand, and he’s never taken any ethics class.”

Tilting your head like a confused puppy, you dig into the topic further. “But, he told me he took it last semester. He even taught me some stuff I didn’t get. Are you sure he never took ethics?”

Shrugging, Jeonghan is confident his roommate never took the class. “Trust me, he’s literally a computer science major. Why would he need to learn about ethics?”

… Huh.

Now that you think of it, why the hell would a science major take ethics? Where’d he even get those notes from, and why would he lie to you? He said he took the class, and with his knowledge on the subject, it was believable. Before you could continue your little interrogation, you realize the two boys with you have moved past the conversation, talking about their plans for the week.

You jump in, but the thought of Joshua lying to you stays in the back of your head. You’ll deal with this later. In the meantime, you listen to Jeonghan rant about the pains of being an environmental science student (“I had a bug jump straight into my mouth last Tuesday. Jeonghan - 0, nature - 1”).

It’s 10pm now, and you’re home from brunch with the two boys. What Jeonghan said still lingers in your mind, and it’s time to get down to why the hell Joshua lied to you about taking ethics. Taking out your phone, you smile at your lockscreen. It’s a selfie you and Joshua took at the diner, and he’s got whipped cream on the tip of his nose. You remember teasing him about it before wiping it off with your finger and swiping it into your mouth. What followed was his face a shocking red, stuttering from your actions. You look back at that memory as one of your most favorite ones with him. Once you got your phone unlocked, you go straight to messaging him

__: hey josh!!

__: wanna go to the diner tonight? my treat :D just wanted to ask you about smth

josh aka lifesaver: dont even care about what you’re gonna ask me, you could ask me to kill seungkwan and i’d do it with no hesitation if it means free strawberry pancakes

Shaking your head at his adorable excitement, you put on your jacket to head out.

Arriving at the diner, you find him in your usual booth, with the two familiar stacks of pancakes on the table. You smile at Minnie on the way before taking your seat. Once sat down, Joshua grins at you.

“Hey, __. Is everything okay? You look like you’ve got a lot up in your head.” As usual, Joshua is ever the gentleman. Even if he has a smudge of whipped cream on his mouth, you still find yourself swooning at how sweet he is for immediately noticing that you’ve been bothered by your thoughts (even if he caused said thoughts).

“Hey Josh. Thanks for ordering for us. I just wanted to ask you something…”, you trail off. You have no idea how to ask him about his lie. You’re stuck awkwardly fumbling with what to say next, unsure how to go about this. Suddenly, his eyes widen. Setting down his fork, he looks at you worriedly.

“Oh my god, __. Do you…”, he lowers his voice, “do you actually want me to kill Seungkwan? I was joking about the whole ‘no hesitation’ thing! I know he can be a bit much but I don’t think we can kill him.”

The poor boy looks so scared, and you shake your head with confusion.

“What? No!” Josh sighs in relief.

“Oh thank god, I thought he did something.” You shake your head. “So, what’d you want to ask me then? As much as I love going on these pancake dinners with you, I’m getting a bit worried on why you called me over.”

Here it goes, time to ask him why he lied about taking Ethics. Taking a deep breath, you start.

“So, it turns out Seungkwan’s friend that we met up with earlier was your roommate, Jeonghan.” He attentively looks at you, nodding as a queue for you to continue.

“We were talking about how I got to know you, and I brought up ethics and how you saved my ass from that awful final presentation, and Jeonghan told me you never took ethics. Care to explain?” As you speak, his face gradually becomes violently red.

“Oh… cat’s out of the bag, I guess”, he admits. Still confused, you let him continue.

“It’s just”, he starts, “I found you so cute during that party and if it wasn’t for Vernon being too drunk to not notice his name was put into that seven minutes in heaven game, I would’ve asked you out.” Blushing at his confession, you’re still confused. What did that have to do with him lying about taking up Ethics? Realizing you’re still lost, he continues with a rushed tone.

“Okay, so, when I got back from helping Vernon, you were already on your way out with Seungkwan and I never got to ask for your number. I asked everyone else at the party if they had your number but they all said I should just ask Seungkwan for it but I’d rather die because he would do that weird eyebrow wiggle thing and try to set us up but I really wanted to ask you out myself”, gasping for air for a second, he continues.

“So when I saw you looking all stressed over your paper in Ethics – you looked super cute by the way, I thought ‘oh! this is my chance to ask for your number.’ But then I thought, ‘shoot, I never took ethics’ but I know my friend Seungcheol did so after you left I had to beg him for his notes but when he gave them to me they were super messy and I didn’t want you to get his scribbled, unreadable mess, so I spent that night rewriting all of his notes and that was so hard because I really couldn’t read most of it, which is why there was a huge ink scribble on the notes. I couldn’t understand what he wrote so I just put that, but then you asked me the next day about what it said so I had to call him for help. It took us forever to get it but we did, and that’s pretty much it. It was worth it in the end, though, because I got your number and we got to know each other better and now what I’m trying to say is that I’ve come to really like you, and I hope you aren’t mad at me for lying to you”, he finishes, looking like a big flustered mess with how much he’s blushing and gasping for air after that long spiel.

You laugh, and he worriedly looks at you.

“Josh, you mean to tell me… you went through all that just to get my number?” He looks at you, embarrassed and with a sheepish smile.

“Yes…?” He says with a shrug, still beet red.

Joshua Hong, you really are the cutest person I’ve ever met.

You laugh again, thinking about how much this poor boy did just so he could talk to you. It’s flattering, honestly. He takes your laughter as something wrong, however, and begins to panic.

“__, I’m so sorry for lying and if that means you want to stop talking to me then–”

“No!”, you interject, “no, I was just laughing at how cute you were and how obscene this entire situation is. I’m not mad, I swear. If anything, I think what you did made me like you even more.” He looks at you as if you just grew two heads, and upon your words dawning upon him, he dons a smile that stretches from ear to ear.

“Oh thank god. But also, you like me?” Oops, looks like you let your tongue slip a bit. “Because I like you too, if that’s not obvious yet. I really, really like you”, he says, making sure to add extra emphasis on the “really”. At this point, the two of you are blushing hard, and it’s too late to take back what you said. Anyway, it’s not like you don’t like him. It’s far from that, actually.

“Yes, I know you like me, you told me earlier”, you joke, “and yes, I do like you, Joshua Hong.” You thought the boy couldn’t get any redder, but here he is, rivaling the bright strawberries on your plates. He’s smiling even wider than before, and to your confusion, he suddenly calls over Minnie.

“Minnie, please tell everyone here that I’ll be paying for their meals. I’m celebrating me and __ getting together. Oh! And one more order of pancakes for us, please. Is there any way you guys could write ‘congrats on achieving your ultimate dream’ on the plate? I think this is the best day of my life.”

Shaking your head, you smile at him. Even with how intense he is right now, this is the best day of your life, too. Who knew that the worst subject on earth would lead you to where to dating a boy as sweet as those god-like strawberry pancakes?

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wanou-dorm · 3 months

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DAC- Trois

Name : Trois Vineyard ,it's just Trois

Name origin: Trois is Three in French goes with his Brothers.trend of Names being Number and matches the Number of the Character

Twisted from: Sanji Vinsmoke

Age: he's at least 19 old enough to Smoke he's Lied about his age trying away from his family

Species : Genetically Modified Human, Monsterborn

Sexuality: Pansexual

Birthday : March 3rd

Hair color: Blonde with Orange Highlights, Blonde with Black highlights naturally

Eye color: Blue

Build: ,slim, Muscular,Androgynous, about 180cm( 5’11), often mistaken for a very handsome Girl

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Dorm: Nakakumi @fumikomiyasaki

School year: 2nd

Class: 2-D

Best Class : Hand to Hand Combat

Worst Class: poisons and Potions - he can make potions Exceptionally well, but Poisons are against his Morals

Favorite Food :Stuff that Pairs well with Black tea, Seafood, Mellorine

Least Favorite Food: Konjac

Likes: Cooking, Hot People , Zariah( despite the Fact They yell and Fight Constantly)

Dislikes:Foods with No Nutritional value, People Tampering with his Food ( Make your Own!! And don't Wreck mine!), being mistaken for a Woman , his Real Family except for Zero , Erina at Times ,I'm so sorry Twst!Zoro he Hated yo ass from conception , Being called a Pervert even though he is

Unique Magic:

Skywalk

A Magical ability that basically allows him to “walk or Stand on Air “ Allowing him to Travel long Distances that should be on impossible

Personality and Background:

Trois on the Surface is a rather Cool headed individual ,a Flirt with princely demanor that can Pull any Woman he Desire .

Anyone from Deaths Academy of Combat will say that Trois is a walking Doormat and Would let anyone he Finds Hot walk all over him and also kinda mean to people he Dosent find Attractive and a Massive pervert.

But Nakakumi knows that Trois is more Complicated,

Trois is an individual who doesn't Share much of his past knowing how Nakakumi would react to finding out that he's a Genetically modified Human with Monster Blood DNA , who Escaped a Life of Experimentation from a Moving Military state with Twst!M.Bison for A stepmother. And that's not even the worst of his backstory, he was a man who was Punished for being Human and Having humanity.

Therefore, Trois Pushes himself away from others so that people don't know or Care about him.Trois dose Care for people enough that in his First year of being in the Dorm as he Saw how meh the Kitchens Food took Charge and made Delicious meal after Having Gordon Ramsay level fit about the food in dorm having no Nutritional value, no taste and having a horrible Texture.

Trivia:

Trois Escaped with the Help of Zariah (Zeff) a young Soldier at the Time Who Didn't like His Stepmom she saw the Young boy Suffering and Basically committed An Act of Treason in the Moving Military State. She's now a Chef and Thier Restaurant is popular Enough that She and Trois are Concerned

Trois in Recent Years Has not been Since at all in RSA, Because his brothers are In Incremina ..I'm sorry Barry and Francine , that you have to Deal with Genetically modified Super Sentai bullies except Cero Atleast you can hide behind Acer.

He once made a sweet Pudding out of Oysters and told nobody until Erina asked .They still have no Idea How he made oysters into a delicious Sweet Pudding .

Sanji would have A Heart attack Seeing Trois fighting Women . Trois’s Legs are Rated E for Everyone Sanji his Stepmother Experimented on him .

Trois said his Stepmother was going to use him as a Vessel to basically erase his Personality .

Trois 's Sense of Pain is Dulled due the Experiments.

Due to technically began a monster blood he has a Monster form.

his Hair highlights are actually Black he dyes it Orange cause he hates how dull They make his Hair look .

Voice Claim:CY YU

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Theme song:

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Picrews I',ve found and Remembered so far

Gacha Life 2

Tsui's Picrews

#Youtube #black leg sanji #one piece sanji #sanji #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted oc #Nakakumi

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swampstew · 1 year

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P.O.V. posts☠️

Ever see a picture of your fave and imagine what he'd be saying if he was right in front of you? Ever see a meme and think the same? Search no more, for this is the masterlist of all my Eustass Kid - and sometimes Killer - daydream posts. Enjoy the snacks. MOSTLY SPICY - MINORS DNI

He's a 10 but...

Foreplay

Degradation

Double Standards

P.O.V.

Love song

Phat Ass

He loves

Waiting on your knees

Teasing piercings

His treasure

Reunion

He is the perfect man

LDR with Kid

Dirty texting

Midnight Snack

Valentines Day 2023

Babygirl

Bro-mates

His pretty girl

Well mark me down as stoned and horny

SwampStew Memes 《using templates》

Mr. Steal Yo Girl

Oda why!?

Fake news

"Allies"

0 days without incident

Deadbeat dads

Treat yo self

Punk Boop

Chronic pain

Eustass Kid Support Group

Priorities

Canon PTSD

There are 2 Gordon Ramsays inside Killer

Art and Commissions

Big Kid & Little Luffy's Grand Adventure

Digital redraw

Pirate King of my Dreams cover

#eustass kid #eustasscaptainkid #swampstew #swampstew stories #one piece fanfiction #one piece #fanfic #swampstew.daydreams #eustass kid x you #eustass kid x reader #one piece kid #eustass captain kid #eustass kid x y/n #eustass kid headcanons #one piece meme

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flowergirlmiwa · 11 months

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Son Gokuu: "ive never felt a power like this before…"

Gordon Ramsay: "keep up, yeah?"

(Gordon lands a painful kick to Gokuu's abdomen)

Gordon Ramsay: "fuckin ell they said youd be strong? yeh? i dont see it"

(he lands a punch that sends Gokuu flying through several huge boulders and leaves a smoking crater)

Gordon Ramsay: "oh come on. youre not even going to get up from that?"

(he begins to walk away, suddenly the ground behind him explodes as Gokuu rises, his hair now a shining silver, Mastered Ultra Instinct)

Son Gokuu: "…i'm not finished yet."

(Gordon smiles softly as he begins to reach for the knife hidden in his chef's jacket)

#my post #gordon ramsey meme #gordon ramsay

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seoness · 2 years

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Is there any main differences between the show version and the book version of The Hound?

Trigger Warning: Mentions of attempted rape, assault, hebephilia.

The Hound: Books versus Show

Brief Answer

The Hound in the books has a much more severe burn and he's stronger and younger. His speech is eloquent at times and his curses vary more than in the show. His actions are far crueler but also kinder. Overall, he's much more complex in the books (which sounds so obnoxious, but it's true) and his path is even more tragic.

Sandor gets burned for a second time, on his shield arm. His behavior is far more problematic towards Sansa Stark, and depending on the reader, can feel Lolitaesque. He displays more emotions, crying three times if memory serves me right.

But let's break it down!

Appearance

The Burn

Sandor's scar is far more severe in the books than it is in the show. One of the most complete descriptions (of his whole face) is afforded in one of Sansa Stark's chapters.

"The right side of his face was gaunt, with sharp cheekbones and a grey eye beneath a heavy brow. His nose was large and hooked, his hair thin, dark. He wore it long and brushed it sideways, because no hair grew on the other side of that face. The left side of his face was a ruin. His ear had been burned away; there was nothing but a hole. His eye was still good, but all around it was a twisted mass of scar, slick black flesh hard as leather, pocked with craters and fissured with deep cracks that gleamed red and wet when he moved. Down by his jaw, you could see a hint of bone where the flesh had been seared away. (George R.R Martin, 1996, A Game of Thrones, p. 293)

In one of Arya Stark's chapters, we learn an extra detail:

"...When he grinned, the burned side of his face pulled tight, twisting his mouth in a queer unpleasant way. He had no lips on that side..." (George R.R Martin, 2000, A Storm of Swords 2: Blood and Gold, p. 86)

This clearly does not match the Hound's scar on the show.

There are also more pedantic points we can make comparing Rory McCann's facial features to those described in the lengthier excerpt above, but changing the man's eye color doesn't affect his character as much as lessening the severity of the burn.

The scar is a constant reminder of his brother's betrayal, the only thing people see when meeting his gaze. It's something that makes people avoid eye contact, that makes them jump when they accidentally look up in the Hound's direction. In the books, the pain and the otherness his scar causes is clearly not a fixation made by Sandor Clegane alone, but one continuously inforced by those around him.

Body

Strength: The descriptions of the Hound in the books make him out to be far stronger than the show version. By no means does the actor Rory McCann look weak, but I wouldn't personally say that he struck me as one of the strongest men. Multiple characters attest to the Hound's strength and build in the books.

Arya Stark:

"Are you training women here?" the burned man wanted to know. He was muscled like a bull. (George R.R. Martin, 1996, A Game of Thrones, p. 70)

Jaime Lannister when he compares himself to other men in strength.

"Amongst the living, Greatjon Umber was stronger, Strongboar of Crakehall most likely, both Cleganes for a certainty." (George R.R. Martin, 2000, A Storm of Swords 1: Steel and Snow, p. 291.)

Sandor Clegane is without a doubt supposed to be remarkably strong for him to even be in the same breath as Greatjon-Freaking-Umber. That man is insanely strong. I fear this post will be too long if I quote everything, but during the Red Wedding, eight men were needed to capture the man and put him in chains. EIGHT MEN! AND THE FUCKER WAS DRUNK TOO!

*coughs*

Anyhow, for Jaime to have Sandor in this list of men, he'd need to be on par with them. If you're one of the fastest runners in the world you wouldn't go:

"Ah, but there are a few amongst the living that could best me. Usain Bolt, Tyson Gay, and Gordon Ramsay."

The fuck is Gordon Ramsay doing there? Clearly, Sandor Clegane is supposed to be strong. But let's turn to GRRM, the author himself, when he answered some questions during a signing at Comic-Con in New York.

"When asked about ideal casting choices, he formally endorsed the idea of Nicole Kidman playing Cersei. He says she has the perfect look for her. But it would never work, because where are you going to find a guy that looks like her to play Jaime? I really got a kick out of that. He also said Ron Perelman would be perfect as the Hound -- but I am pretty sure I had hears or read that somewhere before." (Submitted by Stag Lord, 25 February 2007, So Spake Martin) Link to Source spelling errors from the original post

A young Ron Perlman.

Photograph by Mary Evans.

Height, then?: Well, it's easy to answer for Rory McCann 198 cm (6.6 ft). But in the books, we never get such a clear answer, the one established of 208 cm (6.8 ft) seems to be closer to headcanon than actual canon. GRRM himself touched on this in correspondence with a fan that asked him about Brienne of Tarth's build/height.

"I would go crazy if I measured all of my characters to the inch. Brienne is well over six feet tall, but not close to seven, no. Certainly not above it... Just off the top of my head, I would say Brienne is taller than Renly and Jaime... ...but nowhere near the size of Gregor Clegane, who is the true giant in the series. Shorter than Hodor and the Greatjon, maybe a bit shorter than the Hound, maybe roughly the same height as Robert." (George R.R. Martin, 1 February 2001, So Spake Martin) Link to Source

And we only have an estimation of Robert's height from Eddard Stark:

"Six and a half feet tall, he towered over lesser men..." (George R.R Martin, 1996, A Game of Thrones, p. 36)

And I must press that this is an estimation, I doubt the Lord of Winterfell broke out a tape measure to establish the height of his King. How reliable are you in guessing heights? A boring and fairer answer would be anything between 195—210 cm (6.4—6.8 ft).

Age

Like his height, Sandor Clegane's age is never stated clearly for the reader. Instead, we need to look at the hints he leaves.

Sandor Clegane was between 6-7 years old when he was burnt and Gregor is five years older than him (11-12 years old)

Four years later Gregor Clegane (15-16 years old) was anointed and knighted by Rhaegar Targaryen. (Sandor would be 10-11 years old.)

Numbers from A Game of Thrones, p. 293-294.

From correspondence with a reader, we learn from GRRM that Gregor was most likely already a knight at the Tourney of Harrenhal in year 281 AC. (17 years before the events take place in the first book, 298 AC).

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This makes Sandor at least 28 years old.

This is speculation but Sandor Clegane tells Robb Stark that he was twelve years old when he killed his first man. This roughly fits with the start of Robert's Rebellion and it wouldn't be strange if he killed his first man during that time.

Information is taken from A Game of Thrones, p. 70.

So about 28-30 years old, but Rory McCann looks to be about 45-55 in the show.

Myth or headcanon?

I often see fanfiction and takes stating that Sandor Clegane doesn't have a squire, and in the show, this is more up in the air. Perhaps the younger man he takes with him to the brothel when he ends up confronting Bronn is his squire? But we do know that he has a squire in the books thanks to Tyrion Lannister:

"Clegane cast a long shadow across the hard-packed earth as his squire lowered the black helm over his head. "I could silence the creature, if it please you," he said through the open visor. His boy placed a longsword in his hand." (George R.R. Martin, 1996, A Game of Thrones, p. 83)

Way of speech

We all probably have a sense of the show version's mannerisms and speech. He's not talkative. There's the banter, the quips, and the curses. But can you remember the Hound giving some speech? Somewhere he takes up a substantial time talking? In the books, this happens. The first time when he tells Sansa Stark the true reason behind his scar. The man speaks uninterrupted for 434 words (yes, I counted) and if we assume this was at an average speed of 130 wpm this would mean that he talked for 3,3 minutes. Imagine putting some popcorn in the microwave and having Sandor Clegane speaking the entire time. Not something you'd expect of the show version.

What a crude tongue you have...

His curses are more diverse. In the show there's: fuck, cunt, bloody, and piss. But in the books we have added ones like gnats, bugger you/him/her/them/that, etc. We also see him weave cruder words together, like in one of Arya Stark's chapters.

"You know how long it's been since I had a cup of wine?" Sandor swung down from the saddle. "Besides, we need to learn who holds the ruby ford. Stay with the horses if you want, it's no hair off my arse." (George R.R Martin, 2000, A Storm of Swords 2: Blood and Gold, p. 453)

Personality & Behaviour

We'll begin to wrap up the analysis of the Hound by looking at the most problematic aspect. His treatment of the Stark girls, particularly Sansa Stark. Analyzing his actions towards her is usually a minefield. Some readers think their interactions are Lolita ASOIAF-edition while some see it as a darker version of Beauty and the Beast. Quite different interpretations... I want to stress that it is important that we don't forgo analyzing the character in favor of bashing those that hold a different stance than ourselves. I'll begin by laying out some actions the Hound does in the books that we didn't see in the show and end this segment with my own take.

He repeatedly threatens Sansa Stark that he will kill her and puts a blade to her throat more than once.

Please don't make me source the point above🥲.

He taunts Sansa Stark with the death of her father.

"Your father lied. Killing is the sweetest thing there is." He drew his longsword. "Here's your truth. Your precious father found that out on Baelor's steps. Lord of Winterfell, Hand of the King, Warden of the North, the mighty Eddard Stark, of a line eight thousand years old ... but Ilyn Payne's blade went through his neck all the same, didn't it? Do you remember the dance he did when his head came off his shoulders?" (George R.R. Martin, 1998, A Clash of Kings, p. 683)

He mocks Sansa Stark's faith.

"Aren't you afraid? The gods might send you down to some terrible hell for all the evil you've done." "What evil?" He laughed. "What gods?" "The gods who made us all." "All?" he mocked. "Tell me, little bird, what kind of god makes a monster like the Imp, or a halfwit like Lady Tanda's daughter? If there are gods, they made sheep so wolves could eat mutton, and they made the weak for the strong to play with." "True knights protect the weak." (George R.R. Martin, 1998, A Clash of Kings, p. 684)

He pushes himself over Sansa during the Battle of Blackwater and pins the girl against the bed making her believe that he'll force himself on her.

"He yanked her closer, and for a moment she thought he meant to kiss her. He was too strong to fight. She closed her eyes, wanting it to be over, but nothing happened. "Still can't bear to look, can you?" she heard him say. He gave her arm a hard wrench, pulling her around and shoving her down onto the bed. "I'll have that song. Florian and Jonquil, you said." His dagger was out, poised at her throat. "Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life." Her throat was dry and tight with fear, and every song she had ever known had fled from her mind. Please don't kill me, she wanted to scream, please don't." (George R.R. Martin, 1998, A Clash of Kings, p. 783)

He tells Arya Stark that he should have raped her sister.

"He made a queer sound, and it took her a moment to realize he was sobbing. "And the little bird, your pretty sister, I stood there in my white cloak and let them beat her. I took the bloody song, she never gave it. I meant to take her too. I should have. I should have fucked her bloody and ripped her heart out before leaving her for the dwarf." A spasm of pain twisted his face. "Do you mean to make me beg, bitch? Do it! The gift of mercy ... avenge your little Michael..." "Mycah." Arya stepped away from him" (George R.R Martin, 2000, A Storm of Swords 2: Blood and Gold, p. 464)

There's a deleted scene from the show that does show the book version a bit more:

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One very important act he does in the books doesn't occur in the show:

When Joffrey commands the Hound to beat Sansa Stark, he refuses. Not only does he deny his king, but he also calls for the beating to stop before Tyrion stops the ordeal.

(George R.R. Martin, 1998, A Clash of Kings, p. 442)

Unlike the show, the only time he puts his hands on Arya Stark is when she runs toward certain death and not when she takes Needle to his gut after taunting her to do so.

(George R.R Martin, 2000, A Storm of Swords 2: Blood and Gold, p. 139)

So what's my opinion?

I want to make it clear that my opinion is not better than anyone else's. I think it's fine if you're a Sansan-supporter, and I think it's perfectly justifiable if you see the Hound as a predator and a creep.

As a true know-it-all contrarian, I don't think that the Hound loves Sansa Stark. I doubt the man himself would be able to put it into words, he never strikes me as someone in touch with his own feelings.

Sandor Clegane and Robert Baratheon are similar. I don't believe Robert when he says he loved Lyanna Stark. It's obsession, not love.

Robert Baratheon is obsessed with Lyanna Stark, not only because Rhaegar Targaryen stole her from him. The only woman he couldn't have but because she represented something he's never had. Robert had no brothers in Stannis and Renly, he had it in Eddard Stark. Lyanna Stark was his entryway to having a family. A proper one. One who would have his back, who was honest and loyal.

Sandor Clegane is obsessed with Sansa Stark, not only because the little bird sings her kind little words even to a burnt Hound like him, but because she believes in everything Sandor knows to be a lie. She's the fair maiden, one he likely imagined protecting as a boy when he dreamt of becoming a knight. Not only that but in the world Sansa lived in, those values Sandor thought false and vapid dreams almost seems true. The entire Stark household is a taunt to him. The honorable lord who always does the right thing, the children that don't plot each other's downfall.

I believe the Hound tries to wrap his head around why they bother him so much and his obsession with Sansa Stark. He tries to scare her into submitting to his worldview, he tries to sexualize her to explain it. An excuse as to why the girl pesters his mind so much. I believe his sexualization of her comes to a peak at the Battle of Blackwater.

"When her voice trailed off, she feared he might kill her, but after a moment the Hound took the blade from her throat, never speaking. Some instinct made her lift her hand and cup his cheek with her fingers. The room was too dark for her to see him, but she could feel the stickiness of the blood, and a wetness that was not blood." (George R.R. Martin, 1998, A Clash of Kings, p. 782)

I believe his tears are due to a sense of hopelessness. Turning raper and scaring her into submission wouldn't offer him relief. He doesn't want that, he doesn't want to be Gregor. He wanted the world Sansa dreams of. But he's been through too much, seen too much cruelty, and inflicted it himself. That world Sandor dreamt of as a boy? The man he's become would have no room in it.

Traveling with Arya through the Riverlands isn't funny. It's not a good cop, bad cop as the show makes it sometimes, but rather following two characters that are broken. Sandor is burnt a second time, severely so on his shield arm. His death isn't a result of a battle for the safety of Arya Stark against a worthy foe like Brienne of Tarth. He lays by a tree, wounds dealt by his brother's little pets. A fight he willingly entered drunk. I think everything he told Arya was a taunt, goating her to kill him with hints of truth. He purposely called Mycah by the wrong name and tells her about the night at Blackwater Bay, but note his words.

"meant to take her..." not "wanted to take her".

He was supposed to be a raper, a monster, for that is the only room he has left to play in the world, but he doesn't want to. He can't. Nor can he have what he wanted as a boy. He has no hope.

The fate of the Hound is still not determined in the book series, but personally, I wouldn't be thrilled if he ends up with Sansa.

Thanks for dropping by for a read!

#sandor clegane #game of thrones

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