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slime-sandwhich-nom · 1 month

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List of tawog hcs because I'm bored you guys

(processing that charlie is a bimbo now, this is how I cope)

• gumball fuckin hates being picked up, held, petted or just touched in general. He's one of those assholes cats who will kill you on the spot if you breathe the same air as them.

The closest one who got to even hug him or just touch him for more than 2 seconds was Darwin. Gumball's mom literally had to fight gumball as a toddler to pick him up

Penny though, penny gets the favorite person privilege and gumball lets her pick him up, kiss him, boop his nose, anything. Deadass the only one who can do it.

• speaking of gumball not liking to be picked up, penny, knowing she can, does it whenever she has to kiss him somewhere that isn't the forehead or the top of his head because this guy is so short.

He lets her too.

• Darwin can't pick shit up or hold anything because of his fins, so his handwriting is so bad he can't even read it. he always asks gumball to get notes in class because his brother can write better and nicer than him but gumball just sleeps through the classes. So.

• Anais did get her father's metabolism. She hates it.

• gumball does that thing where he speaks to the wall and stares at empty spaces like some cats do, Darwin is convinced gumball is possessed or someone lives again in the house without them knowing. (because gumball did that whenever rob moved around the basement and Darwin associates Gumball talking to the wall to another secret room with a dude living there again) he called an exorcist for the house before. Or for Gumball. He needs it anyway.

• Anais actually has to wear glasses to see well, and red especially. Gumball should wear glasses to see from a distance and he does have glasses for it, he just doesn't wear them. Darwin does does see pretty good, he just can't tell how far something is (he bumps into walls a lot for it.)

• deadass everyone in the family is colorblind, aside from maybe darwin. they think gumball and nicole are blue because it's all they see. they don't know it's the actual fur color.

• gumball's favorite color is orange, because of Darwin, he just doesn't call it orange. He says "whatever color Darwin is."

• Anais Is the only one who actually wears shoes, gumball is neutral on shoes as he also used to wear them but he just stopped, then Nicole and Richard just hate having shoes. (We don't count Darwin.)

• Darwin's only kind of flexible part are his legs. He's super envy of gumball's ability to fold like paper

• whenever someone in gumball's class talks about LGBTQ+ or anything about that topic they all just say "oh yeah I know that one!! Gumball is part of that club or something"

• penny was the first one to get that gumball is bisexual she just has no idea that it has a name so she just says that gumball is "gay but not all the way" but she loves him still for it

• Tobias actually did try to go for the guys to try and flirt, deadass only Leslie actually did give him a chance

• Alan is the one who is actually informed about things like lgbtq and all, he always tried to educate the others about it

• gumball has fights on Twitter Daily because he thinks it's funny. Alan says he's being mean (gumball gave him a side eyes for 10 minutes for it.)

• gumball vs dream actually did happen and it was peak drama at Elmore's jr. High for a while like it was for us (it was too iconic not to make it actually happen)

• masami only went with Alan because she wanted a bf because in middle school it's kind of a big deal about it- she actually likes girls.

• gumball is actually aware that he's a cartoon and that he's the main character, reasons why he doesn't hate rob and takes it more on the playful way, it's all a script anyway.

• tall strong girlfriend (can turn into a dragon and can kick your ass) & her small and weak as hell boyfriend (can't open a jar of pickles and has to ask her for it.) for gumball and penny

• my guy Darwin is into goths and emos. (Carrie)

• Anais also argues on social media whenever she can get access to it, but she actually writes down smart and true facts while gumball says directly "kys" to piss people off

• bobert tried to date a tv before (he had a crush on the computer in SpongeBob)

• ocho uses terms like "fr","lol","lmao" irl and everyone hates him for it

• gumball is the only one who knows the difference between geek and nerd. Or smart words or synonyms kids just don't use, and he always uses them whenever he has to convince someone to do something for him because he sounds smart but he's only saying bullshit in a smart way

• Darwin doesn't understand half of the things Gumball says so he just agrees.

• ms simian hates how much gumball yap. That's why she doesn't care if he falls asleep in class, because she gets some peace from him

• gumball is smart, he just has no care for school. Sometimes he pulls out actual good arguments and complains about society about things only Anais or his mom gets and Anais is Always surprised for it. (The more he yaps about stuff like this, which is everyday, the more she's convinced aliens are real and they replaced his brother)

• gumball is not a morning person, he actually is super pissy and snarky if he wakes up before noon. (Reasons why he just hates everybody at school constantly)

Darwin is a morning person, and he always talks a lot in the morning (gumball hates him for it. Did try to tape Darwin's mouth.)

• Anais Is also a morning person, she just isn't too happy about waking up this early like her brothers because of how young she is.

• Gumball can't eat chocolate, and like any cats he's lactose intolerant (he still can tolerate milk a little because he's a kitten), and he always gets extremely sick from chocolate or just- throws up with lactose. He still eats both.

same goes for the rest of the Watterson, gumball just forces himself to eat both. (And also uses it to his advantage to skip school)

They all have no idea why gumball keeps on getting himself sick from it.

Btw chocolate and lactose ain't good (chcolate is toxic for cats.) for bunnies and cats- and fishes!! That's why my guy reacts badly to it

• neither Nicole or gumball can taste sweets, or anything sweet really. Still, gumball's favorite food is chocolate (and cheese.) which is ironic because he loves to eat it but it's tasteless for him, and he gets sick from it. He's truly a creature.

He likes the texture of it though, that's only why he eats both.

• penny feels like non-sticky peanut butter. Gumball is always looking for a way to knead on her for it, because it's relaxing (and because kneading is also a cat's love language.)

• gumball always forms half a heart with his tail whenever he's talking near penny, or together with her, because normally cats form a heart when they walk side by side, but penny has no tail. So it's only half a heart.

• Darwin is a tryhard on sports, Anais is a tryhard on academics, gumball just likes to sleep because he avoids doing anything that he doesn't find necessary (like any cat, really.)

• Penny likes listening to rock, gumball just enjoys listening to anything he likes the melody of.

Carrie likes to hear stuff like mlp opening, Darwin is with penny on this one.

Anais Just likes daisy the donkey's opening, really.

• Gumball is an introvert and just hates people, Darwin is an extrovert, the little guy is just a little shy.

• you know gumball has a stupid plan in mind when he starts calling Darwin things like "my fishy friend" instead of buddy.

• Darwin always watches documentaries about animals, specifically cats and bunnies because he wants to know about his family more.

Once he tried to slow blink at gumball and the kitten was just confused as fuck, but appreciated the gesture. He only understood it because Darwin stared then really slow closed his eyes.

• gumball sometimes pulls those deep sleeps and Darwin always thinks his brother died. Anais has to comfort him for hours until gumball wakes up

• Nicole is always overworking herself because of trauma, and sometimes envies how laid back her eldest son is.

• gumball can actually draw really well, art is probably the only class he scores in.

• gumball and Nicole actually hear everything I'm the house and they hate it.

• gumball has a tendency of calling everyone nicknames because he can't remember anyone's name for shit.

• gumball uses at his advantage the fact that he's considered cute because he's a kitten. he gets free stuff from it.

• Darwin tried once to mimic gumball loafing, did not end up well.

• all of the videos, or most of them, of cats on Elmore's YouTube are about gumball. He's that one cat that is being constantly recorded doing shit like stealing people's food at restaurants, breaking in by accident, just randomly coming up to people, stare, then go away, accidentally falling from the ceiling. Anything a cat does, gumball does it and gets recorded.

This is one of the reasons why gumball specifically is known by ANYONE and either they love him because he looks cute, or they are terrified of what shit he can pull. (Depends on the day)

• Gumball gets free food because people like to pet him and hand him treats. He doesn't complain about it, even if he doesn't enjoy petting (which is the only thing he complains about, so he just moves his head and gets the treat.)

• when gumball was younger he had darker fur, and at night it looked like he was a black cat (same problem was for Nicole), so he was not allowed to go around alone on the streets, especially on Halloween because people tend to be aggressive or straight up kill black cats during halloween. The same rule was for Nicole, especially because she was also a girl.

• gumball just likes sleeping around, especially during the day. People need to look for blue shit around because it could be gumball.

• gumball fuckin HATES wool, he can't stand it. he'll go insane with wool, and it's texture and how it feels on his body. Darwin instead loves it, but doesn't wear it (he doesn't wear anything aside from shoes.)

• Nicole almost cried when gumball first sat on her lap to loaf. she's very emotional on the whole family thing. And also Gumball never does it to anyone, she feels loved, that's it.

• Richard's favorite kid is most definitely gumball, they both enjoy slacking around, it was their best bonding moment (and still is.)

• surprisingly gumball is better with kids, Darwin is not. Anais Just hates kids her age.

• Darwin is more of a people pleaser, gumball is just really firm on his own boundaries. And now he's also firm on Darwin's.

• gumball, when he was really small, just did not talk. he enjoyed meowing more (to his father) and thrill or mrrp to his mom. He only ever talked when he needed something and neither get what he wanted.

Then Darwin came and he started yapping constantly to the fish, who had a hard time talking because of his new features like feet, lungs and an actual voice.

gumball is those types of cats who yap a lot, Anais is just, silent (like bunnies that make no noise) and Darwin learned to be also a yapper, just a very bigger one than gumball.

• Darwin has the habit of eating fish food still, sometimes he just goes in the bathroom, fills the bath with water, puts fish food, gets himself in and eats.

• gumball drinks like actually cats do, Nicole does it as well.

• the Watterson deadass go to the vet, people like Leslie or Carmen go to arborists or generally people who know plants and take care of 'em. Like maybe 2% of Elmore's population goes to a doctor.

• gumball loves fireworks, but hates other loud noises like thunder. Anais HATES fireworks, but doesn't mind things like thunder.

• Leslie hates vegetarians and is almost glad gumball is a forced carnivore (gumball annoys Leslie with the fact his father and sister are technically "vegetarians".)

• gumball zoomies are almost nonexistent because of his shenanigans he pulls everyday, they always tire him out so he doesn't get zoomies.

• Gumball got accused of being the devil with how stupidly chaotic he is to the point he's the terrorizer of Elmore. Gumball is proud of it. His mother is very much not.

• nicole is the "man of the house", but this is because of cats being matriarchal. And Richard just will not go against his wife's words.

• Tobias feels like non sticky cotton candy, you could potentially stick you hand in there and find his actual body which is hidden under all that rainbow cotton candy thing.

• dude, gumball fuckin hates the boys in his class because they just don't care about hygiene and it just bothers him on another level. he's exactly like normal cats where he spends like half of the day cleaning themselves.

Regarding this, Darwin's only problem is that he constantly smells of fish (which he's self conscious about, and always worries about bothering gumball) but really gumball always tells him it's okay because he can't help it

(he forces the other classmates to take a shower though.)

• mr.small is just always high, there's no other explanation for whatever he's on.

• gumball talked so much about penny that Darwin had to tell him to shut the fuck up. (Gumball kept going)

• gumball has severe beef with Billy's mom to the point he's daily sabotaging her life just so she can move to another town and stop bothering gumball with her existence.

(Darwin is sick of gumball's bullshit)

• gumball swore once. (Reference to the video of gumballs VA saying "fuck") And when he got elected as school president once he won by saying "I will eliminate the middle class" (again gumball's VA saying it)

• gumball always tells rob "gay gay homosexual gay" to the point rob screams at him, like just yells at the top of his lungs and runs away crying

• "GET OUT OF MY GARDEN"

"I'LL SHIT IN YOUR FUCKING GARDEN" from south park but it's gumball and half of Elmore.

And I'll stop because I'm writing something longer than the bible

#gumball #tawog #tawog gumball #the Watterson #gumball watterson #the amazing world of gumball #anais Watterson #penny fitzgerald #darwin watterson

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the-ninja-legacy-whip · 9 months

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Hi! So if the ninja have accidentally called Wu Dad have they ever called anyone else Mom or Dad? Like Koko? Sensei Garmadon? Ronin? Dareth? Or maybe just a teacher? If so what was the reaction? (OC's too if you wanna!)

Lloyd: Can y'all please quit randomly asking my mom for hugs??? You're taking advantage of her kindness

Zane: But we don't have moms :'(

Cole: Yeah we're momless :(

Kai: Spare a mom for the less fortunate here :(

Lloyd: Yeah well I have the world's worst dad, and you people definitely don't, so let me have THIS at lea-NYA?!

Nya, hugging Koko: I KNOW NOT THE WARM EMBRACE OF A MOTHER'S HUG. PLUS IT'S LADY IRON DRAGON

Jesse: She's got ya there

Lloyd: You're not helping

. . .

Teacher: Jay, would you mind coming up to the board to finish this equation?

Jay: Yes, Mom–NO NO NO NO WAIT WHAT WHAT

Entire Class: *busts out laughing*

Zane: Jay, that's not your mother?

Jay: I know, Zane!!

Zane: Your mother looks nothing like that.

Jay: I know, Zane!!!

Zane: I have a picture of your parents in my databanks if you need a refresher. I suppose it has been quite some time since your last visit and enough time has passed that you've forgotten what they look like–

Jay: AAAAAAAAAAAA

. . .

Lou: *claps Jesse on the back* That was a wonderful show tonight! I'm so proud of you!

Jesse: *overwhelmed with praise* Thanks, Dad. ....Wa–

Lou: DAD?! *starts tearing up*

Cole: WHY ARE YOU CRYING

Jesse: I-I'm sorry, I—

Lou: No need to apologize, Son. It's okay. *puts hands on Jesse's shoulders* I've always thought of you as the performer son I never had to chance to raise...finally, an heir to pass on all my trade entertainer secrets onto! And maybe my entire mansion as well.

Jesse: Wha-

Cole: I AM STANDING RIGHT HERE

Lou: Exactly! Stop just standing there and hurry up and marry this boy already!

Jesse: *chokes on air*

Cole: Hmph. All right, bet.

Jesse: WHAT?!

. . .

Caroline: Thanks for stopping by for dinner tonight, Cole. OH, here–I packed you a few leftovers to take home with you! And a little cake for dessert too, my treat!

Cole, staring directly at Jesse: Oh! Why thank you, MOM

Jesse: *verbal keysmash*

Mira: *raises hands to the sky* Finally, I have a brother strong enough to open the pickle jar for me at last

Jesse: Mira—

Cole: Really? You've got nothing else for me besides opening jars??

Mira: You don't understand the sad horror of watching Jesse roll around on the floor making that pitiful deflating balloon noise as the lid doesn't even budge—

Jesse: MIRA

. . .

Garmadon: And we'll regroup to take point at 21:00 sharp.

Bridget: Yes Sir

Lobby: Roger

Olivia: Yes, Dad

Olivia: wAIT I MEANT BOSS—

Bridget: *ugly scream laugh*

Olivia: NO STAHP SHUT UP

Garmadon: ...I'll pretend I didn't hear that

Angler Goon: Damn, did we just witness a disownment?

Four Eyes: I can't believe Lloyd was your brother the whole time

Olivia: SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPPPPPP

Bridget: *rolling on the floor laughing*

. . .

Harleigh: Ronin, I've come to make an announcement

Ronin: *puts down newspaper* Okay???

Harleigh: *slaps down a 'For Rent' sign* I'm renting you out as a parent—

Ronin: A horrible business decision, but okay

Harleigh: —because I've finally found an upgrade for myself!

Ronin: Not that that's a high bar to clear, but WHAT

Harleigh: Yeaaaaah okay fine I accidentally called Dareth 'Dad' once and he was so overjoyed about it that I can't take it back so now I have to get you out of the picture...without murder

Ronin: AND THIS IS YOUR PLAN???

Harleigh: Whaaaat? I've already got some takers! *points to Nya, Mira, Lloyd, and Jesse with cash looking to Rent a Dad* Easy money!

Ronin: But you're really replacing me with Dareth???????

Harleigh: Hey, he makes a mean breakfast. Your breakfasts are just sarcastic

Ronin: ???????

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nctsplug02 · 2 years

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Mr.Jeong being protective to Mrs. Jeong after knowing she is pregnant and jen being jealous, and you can do whatever from there! <33

Daddy On Duty! || j.j

genre: fluff and suggestive

warnings: sexual touching, sexual talking, catcalling, kissing, jealousy

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it was nearly eight in the morning and jaehyun had woken up to an empty bed. he searched around the house for you but was not successful in finding you.

“—please leave a message after the beep—“ beep.

“uh,” jaehyun scratches his messy bed hair. “hey, love. i’m a bit worried about you just randomly leaving.. uh, call me back when you get this.” jaehyun ends his message and tosses his phone to the side.

he springs onto his feet after hearing the front door swing open. “baby,” he sighs in relief after seeing you standing there— with a box. “what’re you doing carrying that, baby? is it heavy—? here, give it to me.” he takes the box as you slip your shoes off.

it was indeed heavy.

“be careful, please. the box is full with jars of pickles— homemade pickles!” you unzip your thick sweater and follow him to the kitchen.

“baby, what are you doing with.. homemade pickles?” he sets the box down on the counter. “well.. i might’ve saw this lady selling her pickles on tiktok and i contacted her asking if i could come pick it up because you know how much i’ve been craving pickles?!” you tilt your head with an innocent smile.

“did you now?” he cocks an eyebrow up. “and.. what time did you contact the lady?” your lip pushes up until it touches your nose. “it totally wasn’t three in the morning.” you shrug, rubbing your nape.

“my love, you’re insane.” he chuckles, grabbing you by the waist. “it’s my hormones, not me!” you stomp your foot in a childish way.

“anywho,” you push yourself away from him and you grab a mini knife. “careful, baby.” he says wanting to take the knife from you but you jut away. “—i am careful.” you huff.

“but, anyway. as i was saying,” you grab the box, turning it and cutting the seal off. “she asked how many jars i wanted and i might’ve said several jars and.. i ended up with this!” you say all giggly.

you open the box, grabbing a jar and examining it. “oh, my! it looks so yummy!” you scrunch your nose when seeing the pickles and the light green juice.

“and, she had you pick it up early in the morning?” you shake your head, attempting to pry the top open. “no, she— she, mm!” you hum angrily when failing the attempt to pop the lid open.

“hand it over.” he says holding his hand out. you hand the jar over to him with a frown. “thank you.” you say once he gives the jar back, he nods in confirmation.

“anyhow, i told her that i could come pick it up once her shop opened and she agreed and said she opens at seven.” you open a drawer and you pull a fork out, stabbing a pickle and pulling it out.

the strong pickle smell assaulting your nose. “mm.” you groan in satisfaction as you take a big chomp out of it. “so nummy.” jaehyun smiles ear to ear as you do a small happy dance.

“i’ve been craving this for so long.” you groan taking another bite— sticking the whole thing in your mouth and eating it whole.

“babe, you literally had it three days ago.” jaehyun says and you glare at him. “don’t point that out. a women has cravings— this baby is making me crave this.” you point to your belly that barely showed.

“the two hour drive was definitely worth it. it’s so perfect and juicy— i’m literally gonna orgasm.” you laugh but jaehyun doesn’t.

“you said two hours? like, t-w-o? two hours? for nine jars of pickles?” you nod, jabbing the last pickle that floated around it the jar.

“yes, t-w-o. it was a two hour drive.” you say in confirmation.

jaehyun pulls your waist. worried filled his face. “i do not want you driving again, y/n. do you hear me? what if something bad happens and you hurt the baby? even worse— you!” his voice hushed but harsh.

“i’m sorry, okay? but—?” he shakes his head, completely cutting you off. “no, buts. i cannot lose you, y/n. i love you dearly and i cannot see or, or, imagine myself without you. and for the baby, i’m happy there’s a little bean growing inside you but we can always make another one. we can always make more— as much as we want. but i cannot risk losing you.” his shaking hands now cupping your face.

“say you understand, baby. please?” he eyes practically pleading. “i understand, jae. i completely understand you.” you nod in his hands. “thank you.” he whispers, leaning down and kissing you.

“i love you.” he mumbles against your lips.

“i love you more.”

he pulls away, giggling to himself. “wha— what? shit, is it my breath? does it smell like pickles? do i taste like pickles?” he nods, wiping his lips.

jaehyun springs to his feet when hearing the shower start. he runs upstairs to see you taking your towel off— just about ready to hop in the shower.

“babe? you have to knock.” you scold the man who just busted in. “i’m sorry, but you cannot shower.” you scoff, half laughing at his words. “okay, so i can’t drive and i can’t carry heavy stuff— now i can’t shower?” you scratch your head confused.

“my love,” he steps closer, pulling you by the waist. “i just don’t want you to have an accident. like, what if you slip and hurt yourself— or the baby.” you laugh, smacking his chest softly. “don’t be silly, jaehyun. i’m not gonna slip and hurt me or the baby.”

“but just think about it, you could. i don’t want you getting hurt, baby.” you fix your towel. “it’s fine. i’m not gonna hurt myself or the baby.” you could still see worry in his eyes.

you sigh, messing with his shirt. “here— how about i take a quick shower and then i’ll get out. just a quick ten minute shower.”

he shakes his head. “i’m sorry, baby. but i don’t want you to slip— can you just take a bubble bath? i’ll make one for you? i’ll put bubbles in it for you?”

you sigh, softly laughing. “you’re adorable but no. if you’re so worried, just shower with me.” he squints his eyes. “i’d prefer that.” he says yanking his shirt off him.

“mama, want juice, please.” hannie begs as she kicks her feet around. “juice please, juice!” you sigh, getting up from the chair and grabbing her sippy cup. “juice, mama!”

“i’m getting it, baby girl.” you shout back at the child who then flips her bowl of food. “fuck.” you mutter while pouring the juice.

you screw the top back on while running back into the dining room. “aww, man.” you sigh when seeing the mess on the ground.

“i sorry, mama. hannie made a big mess.” hannie says with a finger in her mouth. “oh, baby girl.” you sigh again, placing the sippy cup on her tray. “it’s okay. hannie did make a big mess but it’s okay.”

you unclip the tray from the high chair and you set it on the table. “let’s go play, okay? mommy needs to clean up the mess you made.” you unclip hannie from the straps that held her in and you being her to the living room.

“babe? what fell—? woah, here. give her to me.” jaehyun says with his arms stretched out. “baby, i can carry her. she isn’t even that heavy.” hannie was a 26 pound baby, she was light to you.

“she is and i know it. my sweet girl is a chubby girl, isn’t that right, pretty?” his tone changed half way as he swiped his daughter away from you.

“okay, fine. just okay with her then. i need to clean the mess she made in the kitchen.” jaehyun turns his head and sees the mess on the floor. “no, baby. i got it— just let me out hannie down first.” quickly the man rushes to the play pen and sets her on the ground.

“jae, i can clean—?” but no, the man rushes past you and goes to the closet in the dining area and pulls out a mop and sweeper. “nope, don’t want you bending down to clean things. you might hurt yourself and the baby.” you laugh watching as he slightly bends over and starts to sweep up the mess.

“but you literally bent me over last night?” he stands up and glares back at you. you let out a giggle when seeing his sharp eyes. “that is an exception.” he throws a winks towards you.

haechan lets out a giggle when seeing the powder expand in front of you. “ooh, haechan.. you’re a dead man!” you laugh, chasing haechan as he runs away with powdery hands.

“i’m sorry! i swear, i didn’t mean to!” he lets out a roar as he almost bumps into jaehyun.

“get your ass— woah!” you yelp when being caught into someone’s grasp. “hi, baby.” you pant and grin up at him. “why are you running? you could hurt you and the baby.” he scolds you and then picks you up.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t know i wasn’t allowed to run.” you shrug and roll your eyes. “my love,” he sits you on the counter. “you are allowed to run— just not when you’re pregnant. you can hurt yourself and the baby.”

you roll your eyes again, this time crossing your arms. “okay, dad.” you joke and he gives a sharp glare towards you. “not dad,” he looks to the side. “but daddy works.” he says with a shrug.

“oh, shut up!” you giggle, lifting your leg and kicking him away.

you and jaehyun decided to take hannie over to the overly large house where all twenty-one of jaehyuns friends lived at, because haechan had begged for you and jaehyun to take her over after he facetimed you to see hannie.

“wait, haechan! no, put me down!” you giggle as haechan lifts you off the ground and onto his back. “haechan! put me down this instant! mark— mark, help me!” mark laughs wildly when seeing haechan spin you in circles.

“haechan— im gonna be sick!” you gag, seeing everything spin. “haechan!” you squeal, smacking his shoulder.

finally, everything stops and haechan drops you to the ground. “oohh, fuck.” you groan, covering your face with a hand and holding your stomach with the other. “i’m gonna.. i’m gonna puke.” you groan when being yanked up into someone’s arms.

“hold it for me, baby. hold it for me.” you hear your husbands voice as he runs around and brings you into the kitchen. “here, stand up— stand up.” he says setting you on the ground.

“jae, im gonna puke— my stomach, it hurts.” you clutch your stomach as you continue to gag. “just let it go, baby. there’s a trash in front of you, puke.” he says while collecting all your hair and holding it back.

“a trash? no, not a trash, jae. i need like.. a toilet?” he kicks the trash close and picks you up again, running past hannie and mark and to the bathroom he ran to.

“here, baby. let it go.” jaehyun says while standing you up and collecting your hair once again. “jae, i feel sick—” you groan, before throwing up your guts.

“that’s it, baby.” he pats your back as you continue to puke your guts. “let it all out.” he rubs your back and flushed the toilet after you finish.

“fuck, that’s a relief.” you sigh and look at yourself in the mirror. eyes red from tearing up and chunks of puke left on your lips. “wash your mouth, baby.” you could barely turn the faucet so jaehyun began to wash your mouth for you.

“gargle this.” he says pouring mouthwash into the cap of the mouthwash bottle. “what is this?” you take the lid and you gargle the minty liquid. “mouthwash— your breath reeks of todays breakfast.” you muffle a laugh.

dipping your head over the sink and spitting the mouthwash into the sink. “done.” you say, showing your pearly teeth to him. “good girl, now let’s go out before they think we fucked.” he says opening the bathroom door and leading you out.

“wouldn’t mind if they thought that.” you shrug and sit on couch after he led you to the living room. “i’ll be back,” he says kissing your forehead. “gotta go bitch at haechan for dropping you earlier.”

after he ran off to find haechan, all you could hear was haechans screams and laughs as jaehyun chased him around the house.

#ash talks #nctsplug02 #nct imagines #nct scenarios #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #anon #nct smut #kpop smut #nct 127 #jung jaehyun imagines #nct jaehyun #jeong jaehyun fluff #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #jaehyun smut #jen the babysitter #nct dad au

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terabyteturtle · 3 months

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Fighter #11 - Captain Falcon

- You know how some people name their weapons? Well, the gun strapped to his side is called Falcon. How original.

- Every time he smiles, everyone swears they can see his teeth sparkle.

- Captain Falcon is a big fan of Jurassic Park. He’s not too keen on Jurassic World, though. He feels that it just doesn’t have the same coolness as the older movies.

- If he ever decided to quit racing (which would definitely never happen), Cap definitely has the potential to become a pro swimmer. He’s strong, has perfect form, and looks very elegant in the water.

- This dude totally wears a speedo to the pool, and it’s simultaneously the most cursed and most awe-inspiring thing the fighters have ever seen. The veterans are used to it by now, as they’ve been around him for a while, but the newer fighters wish they could get their eyes bleached. And then there’s Bayonetta, who seductively eyes him up and down the whole time. Whether she’s just teasing or she actually feels attracted to him, nobody knows.

- No matter how many times he’s ridden the Blue Falcon, Cap never gets tired of doing donuts with it.

- He will happily take the kids for joyrides, as long as they agree to keep their seatbelts on and take proper precautions. Safety is Cap's number one priority, especially when it comes to the younger fighters.

- Speaking of which, he is amazing with kids. He always knows exactly how to hype them up and put smiles on their faces.

- Whether he’s at a race or in the middle of a fight, Cap will definitely show off in front of the audience. It's not a traditional Captain Falcon event if he doesn't wink or salute at least once.

- If there’s a bug in the mansion, he’s usually the first one asked to remove it. Usually, he doesn’t mind, but if he has to deal with a moth, it becomes a big issue. For whatever reason, Cap hates moths. One time, Wendy asked him to take a moth out of her room and he reluctantly agreed. Cap hilariously tried to guide the moth into a glass cup, trying not to show that he was scared of it. Unfortunately for him, the way his arms were hyper-extended while his head was tilted back as far as possible made it painfully obvious.

- Cap can’t handle spicy stuff very well and gets pretty bad stomach aches if he has anything with peppers in it. The hottest thing he can handle without having any problems is a dab of hot sauce—that’s it.

- For a guy who seems so lively and outgoing, he doesn’t really speak about his past. Only Mario knows the whole story, as he’s Cap’s most trusted friend. Bowser Jr. theorizes that he used to be a superhero that got kicked out of some super secret hero league.

- Falco originally thought that the Blue Falcon was a cool spaceship and wanted one just like it. When he found out it was actually meant for racing, that only made him want it even more.

- Cap is extremely helpful. Whether someone seeks good advice or just needs help opening the pickle jar, he’s the guy to turn to.

- The kids trust him a lot. He’s like a really cool father figure to them.

- He believes socks are criminally underrated and doesn’t understand why anyone would be sad about receiving them for a special occasion.

- He and Lucario often have intense sparring sessions. There’s no bad blood between them; they just enjoy giving it their all and they can trust each other with going full force. One time, their match got so heated that they crashed Peach, Daisy, and Zelda’s tea party, breaking the table and all of the cups with it. Enraged, the princesses forced them to clean up the mess.

- Cap will often join Ness and Snake when they watch baseball games. If his favorite team wins, he gets super excited (a little too excited, if you ask Snake).

- All of his racing trophies are put on display in his room.

- Due to his popularity, he frequently has to avoid paparazzi in his world. He doesn't mind it too much, but whenever he returns to Smash, he finds himself to be more relaxed because he knows they can’t follow him there.

- In the back of his mind, Cap worries that Blood Falcon is going to hunt him down at some point. He knows he can fight him off, but he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to any of the other fighters. If one of the kids got hurt because of him, he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

- When the Koopalings are bored, he'll play Duck Duck Goose with them. Hey, whatever distracts them from pulling pranks on the other fighters. As long as it keeps the peace, Cap doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he enjoys hanging out with the Koopalings and thinks they’re actually really sweet when they’re not being mischievous.

- The suit that he usually wears is actually the same one that he wore in his younger years; the color just faded from blue to indigo over time. Because it's his original suit, the one he wore during many exciting races in the past, it holds a lot of sentimental value. He hates the thought of getting rid of it and replacing it with a new one, but at the same time, he sort of misses the original blue color. To make him feel better, the fighters got him a new navy blue suit for his birthday, custom made to look just like the old one. That way, he could have the color he wanted without getting rid of his original suit. Cap was so touched by the heartfelt gesture that he genuinely started tearing up.

- He lets Wendy practice doing makeup on him, and he always looks like a pretty princess when she's done.

- Cap’s actually a really good artist. Lemmy asks him to draw stuff all the time.

- He tries his best to keep the kids away from Ridley, Ganondorf, Dark Samus, Sephiroth, Kazuya, King K. Rool, and Wolf because he thinks they’re all bad influences.

- However, Bowser, Meta Knight, and King Dedede are trusted individuals. He knows they aren't completely evil and believes it's not too late for them to turn their lives around (which, for the most part, they already have). Plus, Bowser is the Koopalings' father, and he's already proven that he's a good dad.

- Wario is a big 'if'. Sometimes, he seems trustworthy and fun to be around, but other times, he can be a big jerk. When Cap found out about the baseball card incident, he wouldn't let Wario talk to Ness for days. He always reminds the kids to be careful around Wario; if he asks for money, don't give it to him.

- Halloween is his favorite holiday, and he goes all out for it every year. Once, he went as the Grim Reaper and was nearly hit by three separate cars because it was pitch-black out and no one could see him.

- Flying-type Pokemon are his favorite, especially Talonflame. Talonflame is his buddy.

- He really wants to join the Mario Kart races but knows that the Blue Falcon would be too overpowered.

- If Doc needs a break, he’ll hold mitts for Little Mac.

- Ganondorf is his biggest rival. They can not be in the same room with each other for five seconds without making an unfriendly competition out of nothing. It’s really difficult for them to see eye-to-eye and they fight very frequently.

- Pit used to believe Cap was some sort of fiery falcon god that he’d never met before.

- In his younger years, before he got into racing, Cap considered joining a motorcycle gang. Hylia knows what that could've led to.

- His favorite song from the Smash soundtrack is Mute City [Wii U/3DS]. He, Ness, Lucas, and Villager always get into debates over which Mute City is the best one. Ness likes the original the most, Lucas argues that Melee is the best, and Villager prefers the Brawl version. However, no matter what anyone says, Cap will always stick with the Wii U/3DS version because it fills him with a rush of adrenaline that he can't get from any other song.

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dream-meister-translations · 13 days

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THE TALE OF FOOD

DONGPO PORK STORY #1

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MUGWORT RICEBALL : Ah, Brother Harbin Fried Pork! Come and check on Master. She's acting all weird!

MUGWORT RICEBALL : I was going to invite Master to go on a field trip... But Master kept ignoring me and would only scribble random stuff on paper while laughing...

MUGWORT RICEBALL : Should we call Dr. Dumpling?

HARBIN FRIED PORK : Hah, what a creative way to annoy Food Souls. What are you drawing...

HARBIN FRIED PORK : I smell wine! Master, where did you get something like that?!

OPTION 1 : Push him away HARBIN FRIED PORK : Master, please pull yourself together. You smell like you only had a little bit of wine. Is that enough to make you attack your butler? OPTION 2 : Hug him HARBIN FRIED PORK : That was close. Good thing I learned how to dodge from that sparring session with Dezhou a few days ago.

MUGWORT RICEBALL : Hm? Master isn't drawing, but is writing something.. "Dongpo Pork's Welcoming Party Plan"? What's this? I don't get it.

HARBIN FRIED PORK : Are you getting ready to welcome the new Food Soul? I'm touched that you're putting in so much effort.

HARBIN FRIED PORK : But the Food Soul that you wish to welcome has been arrested by the Kongsang Office. I believe he's waiting for you to bail him out. Please come with me. And use this chance... to sober up.

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DONGPO PORK : I didn't drink! I'm serious! Hey, I've told you this so many times. I love drinking! If I really drank, I would never deny it!

DONGPO PORK : Stop using that weird looking box to nose around my body. I'm Dongpo Pork, and my body always smell like wine!

DONGPO PORK : Plus, rather than keeping me hostage here, why don't you help me catch the wine thief?! It took me a long time to brew that jar of Luofu Brew!

GAN LING LONG : Haha, what's up with this Food Soul? He's so talkative despite being sober. Imagine what he'd be like when he drinks!

KU WU : Tape, rags, or a gag. Gan Ling Long, choose one and give us some peace and quiet.

Just as he finishes his words, the door of Kongsang Detention Center is slammed open.

MUGWORT RICEBALL : FBI! Drop your weapons and put your hands up!

MUGWORT RICEBALL : You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law!

OPTION 1: We shouldn't have installed TV in Kongsang. HARBIN FRIED PORK : There are many things that you cannot do in Kongsang. One of them is charging into the Kongsang Office with the drunken Master and the troublemaker Mugwort Riceball. OPTION 2 : I'm here to save you, Dongpo Pork. DONGPO PORK : Master! I'm glad that you're here... Hm? Why is your face all flushed? You look like you’ve been drinking.

HARBIN FRIED PORK : Lords Envoy of Five Flavors, just in case you have trouble recognizing her, let me do the introduction. This red-face lady is the Master of Kongsang. She is here to bail Dongpo Pork out.

HARBIN FRIED PORK : What crimes did Dongpo Pork commit to have ended up here?

KU WU : He breached the Kongsang Prohibition Regulations.

GAN LING LONG : Since the introduction of Kongsang Prohibition, brewing, selling, or drinking wine in public are all prohibited! We found this Food Soul lying underneath a tree. He was so drunk. Even now, he still reeks of wine!

DONGPO PORK : Ever since I was born, I've been by Sir Zizhan's side. Drinking, traveling, feasting, and writing poems are normal to us. That's why I always have the fragrance of wine. This isn't enough proof to arrest me!

DONGPO PORK : As for brewing... I hid the wine jar in the cellar, and I've never publicized it in any way! Who knows which hungry kitten managed to steal a sip of it. That jar of Luofu Brew is extremely strong. One sniff, and you can stay drunk for three days!

MUGWORT RICEBALL : The cellar? Master went to check the amount of pickles we had in the cellar. And then, Master came back like this!

KU WU : ...Looks like all the evidence is here, and the culprit who stole the wine got caught by Harbin Fried Pork too. Master's salary will be deducted this month.

OPTION 1 : I'm an adult! DONGPO PORK : Hahaha, Master, I heard that in your world, you can drink as much as you want so long as you are of age! When I get out, we can "drink to our hearts' content"! OPTION 2 : I'm almost an adult! DONGPO PORK : Hm, wine may be nice, but you shouldn't over drink! Wait a few more years, Master. When the time comes, we can "celebrate the beauty of youth with poems and wine"!

The two Envoy of Five Flavors look at each other startled.

GAN LING LONG : As per the regulations of Kongsang, with our cute Master here bailing him out, he can go back to Kongsang anytime!

GAN LING LONG : However, there will still be punishments! After all, one strike might be an accident, but two strikes will be treated as a taunt!

GAN LING LONG : Here, take this. This is Mr. Dongpo Pork's list of punishments! DONGPO PORK : No drinking... for an entire month?!

#The Tale Of Food #ttof #ttof story #ttof script #Otome #食物语 #食物語 #食物语新马版 #ttof character story #character story #dongpo pork #dongpo-pork #ttof dongpo pork #dongo pork character story

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Yeah we Explorer fans get crusts shdhfnsns

Ngl I mostly read Shovelbug for my fics,, I highly reccomend his stuff !!

Also like- so many people like tall dudes. Onyx is the tallest Explorer!! What's not to like abt him??? (Apart from the fact that he's a major red flag and probably can break you in half. I'll take those odds.)

Don't feel sorry abt spaming my DMs,, Idm it at all shsjsj,, I'll actually be able to reply on time,

Also that is true, Zir does look like the type to drink protien powder and does 10 push-ups before calling it a day,,

Also that meme is so accurate.

Ngl for me Zir just gives off the vibes that he'd live off of (or just like) protien powder and creatine (I think he reminds me of my brother to an extent, so that might be another reason),

I have a screenshot where my friend says smthng like "He (Onyx) looks like the type to gym, feel sad, and lay down on a bench" somewhere in my camera roll, but I can't find it-

OMG YEAH !! I think I remember someone recommending Shovelbug to me on my side blog (ever since that day, my life has changed) and i think i was scrolling through one of their fics when I came across one of yours (i think it was the amethio hcs one) .

Tbh, I feel like if you were somehow to get w Onyx, he wouldnt be much of a red flag. Just...expect a few fights every so often here and there. STOP I JUST HAD AN IDEA. It's linked w Onyx training and stuff but like I just have this feeling that if you were to have some rival, Onyx would like slap their face onto a punching bag and beat the shit out of it 😭😭😭He gives off "If my bae's got opps, they're my opps too" sort of man.

STOP OK ANOTHER WEIRD SCENARIO TIME: Ok, in my home country, we mix milo (yes the powder) and rice as a snack (PLEASE DONT JUDGE HELP) and i can just see Zir doing the same thing. Like he mixes protein powder in with rice or steak or even his salad cuz its "eating healthy". Conia and Amethio just look at him weirdly but he doesnt care.

STOP BAHAHAHAH

NO CUZ IMAGINE ONYX MID BENCH PRESS JUST BEING HIT W A MIDLIFE CRISIS AND THEN THE WEIGHT JUST FALLS ON HIM.

Sango finds him laying down on the bench half an hour later cuz she was looking for him to open up a pickle jar or smth, and even through her screams, HE DOESNT HEAR HER.

Speaking of Onyx, I have this little theory for him:

He seems to be walking with an arched back and I feel like thats part of his character in a way. Like you said, he's the tallest Explorers member and his build is quite strong so I think that he suffered a similar fate to Grusha. (being injured from sport and being put into hospital for some time) But unlike Grusha, he never got the mental and physical therapy so instead, he turned to other means of getting better and thats how he joined the Explorers. One of Hambers grunts or Hamber (or even Gibeon himself) promised Onyx that he would regain his strength overtime if he helped them. Another thing that you said was that he seems like the type of guy to have a dislike for protein powder and stuff like that and it gave me another theory, the reason why he doesnt like it is because he ended up using some form of drug thats similar to try and get himself back to his original health.

I COULD BE READING TOO MUCH INTO THIS BUT ITS JUST INTERESTING

#asks #i havent actually talked a lot about onyx at all #and talking to you actually made me open up this theory i had about him that ive hid for a while now #it seems like a stretch but it feels plausible to an extent

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boyfeminism · 3 years

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eventually im gonna have a sdv playthru romancing most of the women i care about but until then i guess ill romance leah again

#i want to romance maru next #i Almost romanced penny in my first playthru but was too delighted by leah #i think romancing haley as a concept is So fun #and i just read the tag ''local mean girl starts thinking overalls are hot'' and thats so fun to me #she also calls you farm boy n i 😳#its the ummmmmmm westley princess bride effect ill be honest #she has you open a jar of pickles for her and then calls you strong?? im butch and a sucker #i care not for abigail #nor emily really #the men also mean nothing to me but i suppose i like alex best and sebastian gets frogs in your house and also zac likes him #someone also joked that itll just be butch4butch farmerxsebastion which Is good #but sebastion is also. if he was not a man id still care for him as little as i do abigail really.#the abigail hate is partially an old ''pester mico'' bit but i still like. dont care as much #i think maru's heart scenes are sweet and also shes so neat and smart #penny is sweet and kind and deserves good things #haley makes me blush i love when women are mean #thats all #i write little sdv snippets sometimes and theyre usually just like. small moments that i think would translate to words well #like waiting for iron in the middle of winter #others are really old when i was like aha wooow leah is sooo cool #(and then the recent one of the moonlight jelly convo post marrying leah)#but romancing haley would be So fun for things like that #mac speaks #stardew valley

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cassahina · 3 years

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Headcanons for my favorite queer Danganronpa ships (+AroAce Chihiro): Dr1 & Udg~

Celesgiri:

- They are the two who start dating after consistent events of being done with everyone else’s shit together. It was probably the fifth time Leon got his good throwing hand stuck in a pickles jar where they decided to say fuck these people and make out in the closest that night, ditching their friends game night in the middle of charades.

- When Celestia first saw Kyoko’s hands without her gloves on, she was shocked. Not so much because of the scars, but because of the look of shame and discomfort that was blatant in Kyoko’s features. That night they had a talk and Celestia repeatedly told Kyoko that she was beautiful and reassured her that Celestia adored her. That would be the same night where they shared their first “I love you”s.

- Kyoko is one of the very few people who know about Celestia’s vampire fetish and always teases her about it. For Halloween she decided to surprise her by dressing up as one, and Kyoko swears she has never seen Celestia blush so much.

- Celestia loves to teasingly flirt with Kyoko whenever Kyoko is busy. She definitely looked up pick up lines and fancy French terms of endearment to use before Kyoko starts her work. Kyoko always rolls her eyes at Celestia’s antics, but deep down inside they both know they are the highlight of Kyoko’s day.

Ikuzono:

- Sayaka loves to kiss the few scars Mukuro has and has only shown her. It’s always a very intimate and vulnerable moment for the two, and Mukuro always gets a bit worried and insecure when she shows them so Sayaka happily reassures Mukuro that she is beautiful before showering her in kisses.

- Mukuro has definitely beaten up a few guys who have stared at Sayaka for too long in a certain way before. Having an idol for a girlfriend is rough, but thankfully it allows her to flex her amazing strength and muscles, which Sayaka always finds hella attractive and will thank her with a kiss, regardless of whether the paparazzi is there or not.

- Mukuro sometimes has nightmares about Junko. During these nights Sayaka will come in, spoon her, and quietly sing Mukuro back to sleep until she is snoozing again while snuggled up in Sayaka’s arms.

- Mukuro has a wolf onesie while Sayaka has a koala bear onesie and they always have cuddly dates in them at least once a month (once it was every night of the week for two months). Mukuro always gets bashful wearing her onesie, meanwhile Sayaka is just gushing over how cute her girlfriend is.

Tokomaru/Syomaru:

- They always share a bed ever since the udg events. Even when Toko got over her worry about ghosts, they still share a bed and stay up late talking to each other until they both pass out. It’s really helpful for times when one of them has a nightmare as sometimes Toko doesn’t wake up, so Komaru just quietly holds her and soothes Toko as she calms down in her sleep.

- Jill loves to gush on Komaru and show off. She’s actually decently strong, so they will carry Komaru around and bench press her at times to show how strong they are and how they can protect her like how they protect Toko. (Jill is a protector alter for Toko’s DID system, and that protective nature rubs off onto Komaru after they start dating and as Jill grows more and more fond of Komaru)

- Komaru and her girlfriends love to take baths together. It started off when Toko was in a depressive swing and Komaru helped her get through the necessities (cooking Toko meals, brushing her hair, etc.) and it ended up making Toko very happy, so they continued to do it. Toko likes bubble baths and Jill loves bath bombs, and Komaru always brings scented candles so it’s always just a nice relaxing moment between the girlfriends.

- Toko is a little spoon who will never admit that fact out loud, while Jill is a big spoon. Komaru loves it because she constantly gets to be both the big spoon and the little spoon, and cuddle times with her girlfriends always leaves her in a state of pure bliss.

Ishimondo:

- Mondo was probably Taka’s last straw before he accepted the fact that he liked guys. Like he is chill with gay people but he never fully saw himself as one, constantly questioning it but thanks to heteronormativity he repressed those thoughts a bit, and then he looks at Mondo and went “ah, so this is what it means to ‘gay panic’”.

- Mondo likes to follow Taka to help him keep the others in line with school rules. Whenever someone seems to question Taka or is about to berate Taka for being so stringent, they get a death glare from Mondo that reads “you better listen to my boyfriend”. Taka always thinks it’s his authority that makes the others listen out of respect, and Mondo doesn’t have the heart to tell him the truth.

- Bro is their casual tough guy way of a cute pet name for each other. This is mainly because Mondo called Taka babes once, and Taka gay panicked so much that he passed out. Poor baby couldn’t handle how soft it made him. It was both very concerning and very cute to Mondo who ended up watching over Taka until he regained his composure.

-they are like so supportive of everyone else, either being the big gay brothers or the dads of everyone else. They have a mlm-wlw solidity with Sakuraoi where they take care of everyone and all the baby gays. They also have monthly game nights where they playfully compete against each other in a joke battle between the gays and the lesbians. Just lots of lgbtq+ jokes and fluff and support, all in good fun and never any hard feelings towards who wins and who loses. Really they are just a badass yet very considerate and soft couple with one another.

Sakuraoi:

- Aoi definitely asked Sakura out first, and knowing her it was either to get something to eat with her or to work out together. They both really admire each other so they would be down for whatever, but neither is big on PDA in public besides hugging and hand-holding and the occasional kiss on the cheek or pet name. It took the others about a month to realize the two were dating because they were so casual about it and both forgot to tell the others, figuring the other had already done so.

- So much body positivity from both of these girls. For real, imagine comments like Ishimaru accidentally calling Sakura a guy happens all the time, so it probably means the world when Aoi just love spams a million gender neutral and feminine compliments telling Sakura how beautiful she is and how Aoi can’t believe she is dating the most gorgeous woman in the world.

- Meanwhile, Aoi sometimes worries about her weight as she is not only an athlete but also from constantly being judged for eating doughnuts so much and her other comfort foods. But Sakura tells her that those things make her happy and when she is happy she is beautiful because Aoi has the most captivating smile. They both in a way just remind each other that they are both beautiful and loved every day, but both know that the other genuinely means it.

- Sakura is amazing at baking and Aoi melts over the wife material her girlfriend is. Whenever she is stressed, Sakura bakes something with one of the other girls to cheer Aoi up, and they end up having a cuddly sleepover. Aoi in return always makes sure to comfort Sakura whenever she is stressed, with Sakura not being the type to let things get to her often so Aoi is always the worried, accepting, and loving girlfriend when Sakura needs it.

Chihiro:

- They are AroAce, but they are open to QPPs. I see Taka and Mondo being the most likely candidates, but they are more like Chihiro’s gay dads though.

- Chihiro has said sexuality can fuck itself. Taka passed out from both the sheer shock and horror of that moment.

- They probs have the worst anxiety when trying to explain the Aro spectrum and how QPRs work, so they are extremely appreciative for their friends who accept them and love them for who they are.

- They are the softest thing, I would imagine them being an amazing snuggler platonically cause they still love cuddle time, they just ain’t into romance. They are also super supportive and great at being a hype person. They are generally just precious and deserve the world and all the validation it has to offer to them.

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zealous-whispers-of-us-redux · 3 years

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i've got you (and you've got me too)

(A/N: so. This is happening. I've always planned it this way, but still, mind the trigger warning and don't read if the subject matter is upsetting. Medical accuracy is probably minimal, but I tried my best. And I also wanted to say that there are other ways to have kids that are just as worthwhile and great. Take care of yourselves xx)

TW: miscarriage

I have to go to the bathroom AGAIN. I haven't needed to in over four hundred years, for Gods' sake! And why do I smell blood? If that man is eating in bed, I swear I'll- I'll- I'll do something. That is disgusting.

“Wolfy,” she groans. “Stop eating in bed. That is so nasty. I just did laundry.”

She cracks her eyes open, prepared to find Bucky gnawing on an animal in their bed. She pats his pillow to double-check, but he definitely isn't there. Confused, she opens her eyes all the way and takes note of her surroundings — no dead things or raw meat to be seen. The bags of blood she had had as a midday snack had been thrown away. Where is that smell coming from?

“Bucky?” she calls. “Where are you?”

Her belly spasms again, and she glances at the clock, groaning when she sees the time. She has her 12-week ultrasound in two hours, but she's so exhausted, and everything aches, which is something she did not expect. She debates on rescheduling the whole darn appointment as she kicks the bedsheets off. Rubbing her lower back, she heads into the bathroom. She can hear Bucky puttering around downstairs as she pulls her pants down and glances.

And. Huh.

She squints, trying to get a better look. There is more spotting than yesterday. She'll tell her doctor at her appointment today, though it's probably nothing. Mild spotting is expected, especially with a wolf pregnancy, she'd read. Thinking of it no more, she washes her hands before going to join Bucky.

"Good morn- evenin,'" he says when he sees her.

"Hi. What are you making? It smells good."

"Pancakes an' sausage an' eggs with bacon." Bucky stuffs a giant pancake into his mouth, his voice muffled when he next talks. "You want any?"

"All of it, please."

"Sure. You want the meat cooked this time?"

"No, thanks." She peers into the fridge. "Do we have any hot sauce?"

"You hate spicy food."

"It sounds delicious on the eggs right now."

"It should be in the door. D'you want toast too? We have some of that raspberry jam for heathens like you."

"Excuse me? Says the guy who likes plum jelly, which is an affront to all fruit spreads."

"You take that back right now!" Bucky gasps, pointing his spatula at her.

"Never. Hey, do you think this pulled pork would be good with caramel ice cream?"

"Absolutely not."

Bucky comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist. She continues to stare into the fridge as he scents her but pauses when she feels the bond flicker with his apprehension.

"What's going on?" she asks.

"Are you, uh, feelin' okay?"

"Mhm," she says, now examining a jar of pickles that have been in this fridge since at least 2003. "Why?"

"It's just that you smell different."

"How so?"

"I, um, I can't, uh, I can't smell the pups, is all."

She stills, just barely remembering that she's holding a jar until she catches it with her other hand.

"What?"

"Yeah."

"Are you- are you sure?"

"Um."

"Because maybe their scent isn't as strong because they're part-vampire."

She feels numb. Surely, Bucky is wrong, and the pups are safe and sound and fine. She bets that's just them evolving into being near-scentless to ward off anything wanting to kill them. Yeah, that has to be it. Her children are part-vampire and intelligent; of course, that's what they're doing. Everything is fine.

"We needta go in," Bucky says.

Something in the sound of his voice terrifies her. She readily agrees, if only to get him to stop sounding like that. Neither go upstairs and change out of their pajamas or brush their teeth. They slide on shoes and a coat for her and head outside. She is about to start running, but Bucky picks her up before she can move.

"Lemme carry you. I'd feel better."

"Okay, Buck."

She settles into his arms as Bucky takes off, headed for the clinic. They don't own a car, mainly because she can never justify having one. The only vehicle they have is Bucky's red motorcycle, and she hates it. She always feels like she will fly off the back end, and Bucky won't notice until he gets home. Besides, why would they take anything motorized when they can run faster than all the speed limits in the country?

"You feel okay?" he asks.

"I mean, my back hurts? And I had a little more spotting than usual when I woke up tonight."

"Okay, that's fine. You're fine, I'm fine, things are fine," says Bucky, though she isn't sure who he is trying to convince.

The pups are- she had a- she refuses to even think the words. Doing so would make it true and real. Doing so would break Bucky's heart. He wants pups more than anything in the world. That's all he's talked about for months. What is she if she cannot give him this? He'll leave, and she knows it. He may be heartbroken for a few weeks, but it won't take him long to find a new omega wolf who can bear him the seven pups he so desperately wants. She only hopes she can stand to be strong enough to watch him walk away.

Forty minutes later, they are in the exam room. She has been staring at the ceiling for the last fifteen minutes, and no amount of coaxing or coddling can get her to look at Bucky. He feels lost, like he's wandering into a raging river about to be pulled underwater and drowned because he can't swim without her. She pulls her hand away when he brushes against it, her jaw ticking. Bucky wants to cry.

The ultrasound detected no heartbeats.

The doctor had left them to talk, but his omega had gone entirely silent. Bucky isn't sure what to say and isn't convinced that there is anything to say. The pups are gone. That's- that's the truth of the matter. And they aren't coming back.

"Uh," says Bucky.

The doctor returns before he can say anything, and he exhales, feeling relieved.

"Well?" his omega croaks.

"It was a miscarriage, as we assumed."

"Well, yeah, b-but how? Everything was fine."

The doctor, a beta with kind eyes, softens her stern expression and pats Bucky's omega's hand. He feels his own hand clench in jealousy.

"Omega wolves have different internal organs and bodily structures to nurture and sustain a wolf pregnancy," the doctor says. "Since you were born a human, you do not have such things. You can get pregnant, but the chance of it resulting in a live birth is very low. Even if the pregnancy lasted, the birth would be difficult for both you and the fetus. It carries a high risk for bleeds and other injuries."

"So, this is all my fault, then?" she replies, swiping at the bloody tears in her eyes.

"No," Bucky snaps. "It's not at all your fault."

His omega rounds on him:

"Why are you even still here?"

"Why would I not be?"

"You heard the doctor. I killed the twins, and I can't have more. Why are you still here if I can't give you what you want the most?"

All the breath in Bucky’s lungs leaves him like he’d been punched in the chest. He whines and reaches for his omega's hand, but she doesn't let him. She's back to staring at the ceiling. Bucky tries his best to radiate an alpha calmness, but his heart hurts too much.

"Why would you even say that?" he asks, barely acknowledging the doctor slipping out the door.

“Come on. It’s all you ever talked about lately. I would understand if you wanted an omega wolf who could give you what you wanted, you know? Better to know this sooner than later. Tell me now. I don't care."

"I love you, Gods know, but you are the worst liar I’ve ever met.”

"What do you mean?!" she shouts suddenly. "Just go! I know you want to."

“Are you outta your fuckin’ mind?!" Bucky shouts right back. "What about us bein’ soulmates do you not understand? C’mon. Haven’t we had this discussion enough times? Ain’t you tired of it? I sure as fuck am! I love you no matter what."

"I feel guilty, okay? Gods!"

"For what? There isn't anything to feel guilty for!"

"No? Okay, let's see, uh, one, I can’t carry your pups. Two, I won't present for you even though I know how much your stupid hindbrain wants me to. Three, I went into heat once, and my entire face bled, and, four, I turned you into a vampire. I have no idea why your 'alpha' decided I was the one!"

"You're dumb an' dramatic an' naive as fuck - nope, don't interrupt me, I'm talkin' now- one, I wanted you to turn me. Two, I could not give a shit if you can’t present for me. I mean, okay, sure, I’ll admit that I did want you to when we first got together, but now? Fuck, you’ve been there when we have sex. It's the best thing ever, full stop, an' I refuse to let you fight me on that. Three, you aren't the one because my hindbrain said so. You're the one because I did."

"Huh?"

"You heard me."

"That- you can't do that!"

"I can an' I did." Bucky shrugs, deflating. "My hindbrain only liked how you smelled, really. We went on our first date an' you kicked my ass on the go-carts and let me kiss you twice. I never believed in love at first sight, more like "mate" at first sight, but it was love with you. I started plannin' our weddin' in my head. My hindbrain didn't like it, but I told it to fuck off. You were mine."

There are a few beats of terrible silence, though it isn't awkward like Bucky thought it would be. She finally looks at him, bloody tears wetting her cheeks.

"Oh, Bucky," she says.

Bucky reaches out to brush the tears off her face.

"I picked you an' you picked me back," he says quietly.

She grabs his hand. "I did, and I always will. I'm sorry."

"Pups aren't a dealbreaker. I'm not that kinda alpha."

"I know that now. I understand that now. I'm sorry I yelled."

"Me too."

"Gods, and I even had names picked out. How stupid is that?" she moans, burying her face in her hands.

"Not stupid. I did too."

She peeks at Bucky. "What was yours?"

"I toldja I smelled two girls, so I was thinkin' Daisy and Winifred."

"I like those."

"An' what were you thinkin'?"

"Czesia and Aneczka."

"Those are good, too." Bucky laughs a little. "Very Polish."

"Yes."

She sits up on the exam table, pulling her knees to her chest. Bucky sits behind her, the paper wrinkling as he pushes forward to gather her in his arms. She ends up unfolding her legs and sitting on Bucky's lap, which is how the doctor finds them minutes later. Bucky is rocking her back and forth, whispering when he spots the doctor. He gets his omega's attention.

"What now?" Bucky asks.

"You came in quick enough that we can see if your body will pass it naturally. There is also a medication you can take to help it along. Or, we can go the surgical route. "

"I've never had surgery before," his omega whispers.

Bucky waits for her to say something more, but she huddles in his arms, her eyes bloody and wet. He doesn't want to, feels like it's an offense to her bodily autonomy, but she looks like she doesn't know at all what to do. Bucky's ma had been through this before, though. He has a bit of an idea.

"We could try the surgery? That's what my ma had done."

"That seems less traumatizing than seeing things happening in a toilet," his omega agrees.

"We'll do that, then," Bucky says, rubbing her back.

"We can schedule it for later tonight before the sunrise," the doctor says. "Come back around three, okay?"

"Okay."

The surgery took longer than Bucky thought it would. The doctor said it would be quick, but he's been sitting here for an hour, ignoring Wanda's attempts to feed him or Steve's attempts to talk. Both of them have given up. Wanda is snoozing in the chair next to Bucky, and Steve ran away a few minutes ago, claiming he was going to get a cup of coffee, but Bucky knows he is calling the pack to keep them in the loop. Bucky is grateful for that. He doesn't think he can tell them himself without breaking down.

Bucky runs his hands through his hair with a jaw-cracking yawn. He feels a little feral in the hindbrain and debates if it's worth throwing a chair through a window if it'll get things to go any faster when the doctor finally approaches.

"It went well," she says to Bucky's unspoken question. "She bled more than normal, but that was to be expected. She is awake and replenishing what she lost."

"Can I- does she wanna see me?"

"Of course. She's been asking for you."

Bucky scrambles to his feet, forgetting Wanda, who is somehow still sleeping or at least faking it well. He follows the doctor until they get to the recovery area. His omega looks a little more deathly pale than usual as she sips on a bag of blood.

"Hi, sunshine," Bucky says.

She is drowsy as she looks at him.

"Hi, Buck."

She scoots over and pats the bed. Bucky joins her on the uncomfortable hospital mattress and holds her tight. She smells so much like antiseptic and sadness that Bucky's nose burns. He feels himself tearing up in response. He wants to comfort her, but it's so hard. He doesn't have the words when he feels so broken too.

Bucky starts to cry, draping his massive body over hers. One of her hands snakes under his shirt, and she places it on his chest, right where his heart lies dead under his skin. She kisses his throat, leaving her lips there as she whispers to him.

“I’m here, Buck. I’ve got you. I’ve got you, baby. Cry as much as you need to. I’m not going anywhere.”

"I'm supposed to be takin' care of you!" Bucky wails, shaking.

"We're both crying," she points out. "And that's okay. I don't expect you to be an unbreakable force after what just happened."

Bucky sniffs and sobs for a while. He can hear her crying, though she's quieter about it because of the drugs and how tired she is. He feels useless because she is the one comforting him. She keeps mumbling things to soothe him, telling him it's okay, he doesn't have to brave for both of them, and just because he's an alpha doesn't mean he can't cry. Her voice is slurred, and her fingers in his hair are gentle. Bucky finds himself calming the longer he lays there listening to her. She's so sweet. She's Bucky's entire world. He didn't lose everything.

When finally he feels like more of a person, he lifts his head.

"I'm sorry. How're you feelin'?"

"There is nothing to apologize for, James Buchanan Barnes," she says as firmly as she can. "Stop it."

"Okay. But how're you feelin'?"

"Like a dishrag that's been rung out too hard." She kisses Bucky's nose. "The doctor said everything was fine. Despite the circumstances, obviously."

"That's good," he says, burying his face into her neck and seeking out her bonding mark. "You look tired."

"I am, yeah. Have you eaten since breakfast?"

"Not really. Finish your blood. You'll feel better."

"I'm not hungry."

"Just- please? Finish it for me, huh?"

"Okay."

Bucky leans up and wipes the tears from her face as she sucks down the rest of the blood. She tries to smile but can't get her mouth to move that way. Bucky murmurs softly, petting her as gently as he can. She looks exhausted when he tells her to sleep. Even through the meds and the tears, she grips him tight as she listens to him and closes her eyes. The last thing she gives him is through their bond- them together forever. Her holding him tight and promising that she won't let him drown.

Bucky looks at her bedside table and picks up a pamphlet about grief counseling. He looks at his omega and then opens the brochure.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #abo au #alpha bucky barnes #vampire reader #angst

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scorpionwins · 3 years

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Alright, some of you may not know, but I. Fucking adore Moose Mason. So we'll brainstorm about him today

Sunshine baby. Sunshine

I really really wanted Riverdale to adapt the big family aspect like in the comic. The fact that Moose more or less raised his siblings while his parents were working?? I love that?? So much?? It fleshes him out quite well I think, makes him something more than " the closeted gay in denial"

So me and my friend @viknikisbae have been going apeshit with him, so my brain being my brain, has decided to overcompensate and focus on the side character. Because of course it did.

The Mason Family Faceclaims & Headcanons:

(Gifs do not belong to me)

Parents :

Joe Manganiello as Marcus Mason (Though he's named Jerry in the comics so??)

Daybreak really big brained when they casted Joe for Cody's dad- he's got The Look.

Headcanons:

Lmao kind of trash honestly

Was in the army

Calls Moose "Duke"

*straight man voice* "Not that theres anything wrong with that"

Expert hunter

The " All fathers are absent fathers" trope

Forgets he has kids

" i can't attend the meeting today. Its my kid's birthday party" " kids? People have those?... OH GOD I HAVE 4 OF THOSE!"

" I'll keep all of my emotions right here, and one day, I'll die"

Lives through his son

Tries? A bit? Idk he's complicated

*wails* " I love my dead gay son" " Moose is right there??" "... who?... OH. OH YEAH. I was just, - just joking, rich man humor. We're concerningly reality impaired."

Emilia Clarke as Marilyn "Birdie" Mason

So! We don't have much information on Moose's mom on the show. If she's a part of his life, if she's a deadbeat, or if she's even alive, but I DO like the thought of Moose being adopted and having a step mom that loves him, so let's go with that.

Plus, 6'3 Moose and his 5'2 mom. It does not get any cuter than that.

Headcanons:

Married Marcus for money, stayed for the kids. She's both the woman and the man of the house.

Bicon legend by day, bicon myth by night

" Who hasn't had gay thoughts?"

Looks cute but will cut a bitch. Tony Stark snark levels

Veterinarian, does dream of owning a flowershop with her wife and litter of children thought.

Gave Moose his nickname and started calling herself "Birdie" to make him feel better once he started getting flack for it. Because kids can be shitbirds.

Came from a conservative family that disowned her when she came out then wanted back into her life once she married a man. Most of Moose's internalized homophobia steams from that

Will punch Marty Mantle without a crumb of hesitation

The mom whose house was always fun growing up.

Bit of a helicopter parent. Just a pinch thought.

" you can't play outside! Thats where the Civil War was held!"

The parent who leans against your door and gives inspirational speeches

Siblings:

So!! Personally, I only know one of Moose's sisters is named Marsha, but that's pretty much where my knowledge cuts.

I also like the thought of them being adopted as a whole, because Found Family is the best trope and that is that.

(From oldest to youngest)

Natalia Dyer as Marsha Mason

I've actually seen an edit where she was casted as Moose's sister and I ain't shut the fuck up since.

Headcanons:

Doesn't like hunting but is the best shot in the family

" boys don't like it when you-" " that's nice" *gunshot*

" I ain't here to take your shit, her shit, his shit, their shit, or any shit that don't got shit to do with me"

Has a kill list written in pink glitter

Three ounces of whoop ass

Had a crush on Reggie at some point. forbids everyone from talking about it

Fiercely protective of her siblings. "The strong must protect the sweet." "You're like. A few months older than us." " SILENCE."

The Rebel Heart. Won't let anyone push her around, makes her own road. Wants to be independent but also needs Moose to open jars for her. A small price to pay for pickles.

The first person Moose came out and vice versa.

" Good morning! Good morning, good morning, " * sees Marcus* " not you, you can choke"

Pretends to be a lone wolf but is a high key love starved wolf after being neglected by her bio parents.

Malina Weissman as Kathrine "Kitsey" Mason

I loved her in ASOUE and she just Fits TM. Plus, I wanted to make my gay literature reference.

Headcanons:

" Kitten thinks of nothing but murder all day"

Sweet and kind but won't take any bullshit

Lives for the shock on people's faces when her, the middle schooler who likes pink and knows every word in all Barbie movies, says she wants to be a criminologist

Knows way too much about true crime for someone her age. She's having fun with it though, so no one stops her

Marcus tried putting her in therapy once but she befriended every single therapist and more often than not, they ended up on the couch instead of her.

Moose and her have horror movie marathons. Everytime there's a jumpscare Moose hides behind her, and she proposes they watch cartoons next.

Everything she knows about detectives she knows from Jughead and even after Moose and him stopped being friends, Kitsey goes to Jug for assignments. (And to update Reggie and Moose on how he's doing)

The embodiment of " 13 year olds are the scariest people you'll ever meet"

" In case you haven't noticed, I'm weird. I'm a weirdo. I don't fit in and I don't WANT to fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid notebook? That's weird."

Makes grown men cry and is proud of it.

" I diagnose you with gay"

Abby Ryder Fortson as Macy Mason

Ok, this is just me wanting big brother Moose shjs

Headcanons:

Not a whole lot- she's there for cute service sjsjs

Hides in Moose's bag to trick him into taking her to school because she doesn't like it when he's gone. Friends with all the Vixens.

Runs in the woods sometimes to scream

No reason for it she just feels like it

" what time is it?"

* S C R E A M*

" WHO THE FUCK IS SCREAMING AT 3 AM?!"

"... Sorry I asked."

She's the Bulldogs mascot

Moose is her make up model and if he has to stand 3+ hours pretending to be a mannequin just because his little sister decided her tea party is dresses only, then be it

In conclusion, Moose Mason is an underrated fave, and I WILL go feral about him anytime

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faerienextdoor · 3 years

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general relationship hcs with (some) pastas

Fair warning, I'm using and hinting at mine and my friends’ writing for these creeps :) enjoy also as soon as i figure out how to open an ask box, I’ll be accepting requests

Brian:

- oh where to start with this absolute himbo

- he melts around you. like he's your bitch, and you're his.

- he's the type of boyfriend that takes you out in the snow and shoves a handful down the back of your jacket, and laughs until you shove snow in his face

- it is snow war

- it ends with you cuddling him, wrapped in a blanket and content in front of the burning fire he got started just for you <3

- but he also has some weird... habits.

- drinks pickle juice.

- gets his hand stuck in the jar.

- looks at you like 🥺 until you sigh and help him. for the fifteenth time.

- he can cook some basic breakfast foods, and happily breaks out a cookbook to prepare you something as a surprise or to learn something with you!!

- baking with him would be a mess. he forgets flour goes everywhere and now you both look like you took a bath in cocaine

- but the cupcakes are mediocre at best. they aren't absolute garbage, so... cupcake points!

- he worries about how hoodie treats you. he doesn't remember anything when he regains control, but you've reassured him hoodie is just fine.

- and he is

(hoodie)

- hoodie is like a rottweiler or a doberman.

- protective. intimidating. energetic.

- but also a giant fucking baby.

- this large ass man lumbers over and drops to his knees. places his chin on your lap and stares at you from the fabric of his mask until you stop what you're doing and stroke his head awkwardly

- you could swear he does those happy grumbled a rottie does.

- hoodie is silent but shows he loves you just as much as brian does. He strokes your hair silently, even places a kiss to the crown of your head as you sink into his beefy arms.

- he smells nice too. surprisingly.

- but that raises the question: if hoodie showers, does he shower with that damn thing on?

- you won't get an answer if you were to ask.

- brian introduces you to his grandma julia. and she dotes on you.

- the immortal old lady remarks that you’re the best s/o brian has brought to her yet.

Tim:

- a lumberjack man with biceps like a fucking tree trunk

- how'd you land him? give me your secrets (/j)

- he's such a love bug. a tired stressed love bug.

- he finds /every/ excuse to have physical contact with you. it's like a little touch from you reassures him that you're real. you're like a dream to him.

- he's the best for cuddles. He holds you to his chest

- and you get special access to his moobs

- and he gently strokes your head, traces shapes into your back, etc. it's a special intimate moment each time.

- my man's is italian-american but can't cook to save his fucken life

- he always gets your favorite microwave meals though!! he never forgets.

- not feeling good? dw baby he's making it for you <33 shitty low tier bean and cheese burrito coming up

- slowly he learns the basics and surprises you with lunch or even dinner if you're lucky!!

- he loves you so much. and wants you to feel it and know it. all the time.

(masky)

- god where to start with this bitch

- he's not jeff levels of bad ofc, but he's silent and... weird. creepy, some may say. he doesn't mean to be.

- and he's a hard ass. far more strict than tim.

- he follows you around like a giant fucken puppy and will spook you by grabbing you abruptly and holding you tightly

- you can't escape him. he really utilizes his physical strength

- he loves lifting you up and just... holding you. or carrying you off.

- protective and overbearing.

- but tim keeps him under control.

(angst)

- he wouldn't want to lose you like he lost his last wife.

- you find pictures of a woman laying around and a small girl that bears a striking resemblance to her and tim.

- tim goes quiet and questioned but eventually caves and tells you about his family

- or what he used to have

- his wife died and his daughter disappeared.

- it broke him and you're all he has left now

- constantly needs your affection in return to his own

- pls love him

jeff:

- why the fuck would you date him

- he's the absolute worst in so many aspects. But he genuinely tries for you.

- even if his gifts are shitty, it's nice to know he thoughts of you, right? even if it's a half dead flower or a rib torn from a deer caraccas.

- but you get the butt end of his shithead antics. ranch bath, specifically. he smelt like spoiled milk for a week after and you had to cuddle that fucker.

- and don't get me started on mayo bath

- but he still loves finding himself in your arms. or finding you in his. he's demanding affection wise, and will yank you into him for some cuddles. whether you like it or not.

- he isn't one for a lot of pet names, but calls you curse words or "sweetheart" in polish.

- and you get to see the side of him that only shows when he breaks down.

(bit of angst)

- he misses his family and the life he used to have. he'll reminisce what it was like in poland with his mom and family with you, and you sometimes swear you can see his brown eyes gloss over at the memory of her.

- he never talks about his dad, you've noticed.

- don't ask.

- he brushes off heavy conversations with some dumb quip ("wanna see my renegade?")

- he sucks at cooking. god awful at it. but he really tries for you. manages a bowl of oat meal that's edible.

- but he overloads it with sugar and for some reason, salt.

- he's confused. he thinks that's normal (it isn't)

- his idea of a date is napping with you. or rather, forcing you into nap time.

- I mean it when I say this man is strong in a weird fucken way. latches onto you with that iron grip and you won't be able to leave for at least a few hours.

jane:

- ethereal wlw woman.

- could break you with her heels. or a flutter of what eyelashes she has.

- you're lucky to have her, and she's just as lucky to have you!

- she's sweet and charming. very smooth and takes good care of you.

- her love language is a mix of physical touch and acts of service.

- she'll cuddle you all night, and then make you breakfast in the morning.

- she loves showering with you when she's comfy enough around you! it's super intimate and she washes your hair.

- massages the soap into your hair, suds spilling down your neck and back as her fingers scrub circles into your scalp.

- it's heaven on earth. such a domestic life.

- it'll take a while for her to settle enough in the relationship for you to see her without her mask

- you make her feel so loved and wanted

- secure, even.

- she's protective but not controlling or overbearing. shes that type of girlfriend that's just a worrywart and relaxes as soon as you're curled up in her arms. you fit there perfectly, too. like you belong there.

- which you do. at least in her mind

- she has such a gentle touch and hold on you. like she's afraid you'll combust in her arms if she holds you too tightly.

- she loves stroking your hair and having you nap

- using her tiddies as a pillow 👌

(angst)

- she needs affirmation from you when it comes to her scars.

- she thinks that jeff ruined her. permanently marking her once spotless body.

- and she thinks you'll hate her or find her disgusting.

- that's why she freezes if/when you gently slip off her mask.

- she stares at you with those teary green eyes. then leans in and kisses you

- you make all of her worries disappear.

- she's also financially comfortable, but not really rich (on that topic: eat the rich)

- she spoils you every chance she gets. gifts, a nice dinner date, you name it

- she almost spoils you as much as she does her cat Emory

- little shit has the sparkliest fucken collar and acts like he's the shit

- he's your fur baby too now

Helen:

- oh my god this disaster of an art boi

- he's convinced he's the luckiest man in the world (and he might as well be!!)

- he obviously wouldn't have been the one to confess. but it was really obvious by how he painted and drew you constantly, that some feeling for you was lodged into his beating heart.

- he treats you like the finest china. with the most care a man can manage.

- he's the definition of clingy and affectionate from the very start.

- he curls around your sleeping form perfectly when y'all cuddle.

- his hand dances in your hair, soothing you into a dreamless sleep each night without fail.

- he has a magic touch and a gentle voice.

- and he cherishes you so fucken much. (like a simp /j)

- he shies away from kisses at first, but will hold your hand and melts if you hold his face in them!!!

- he's greek, and often speaks sweet things to you in it. he's so comfortable around you that he speaks in his native language to you. that's an accomplishment.

- he loves when you baby him. helen loves being cradled and loved.

- taking a nap with his head on your chest also hits different. he's so in love with you

(angst)

- he's afraid of losing you. who wouldn't be? you're amazing and you love /him/ of all people

- he thinks very negatively of himself. please scold him for self deprecating.

- he always worries he'll wake up and you'll be gone.

- so he holds you extra close at night. and follows you around when you leave for any reason. Trails behind you like a lost puppy in need of a gentle kiss.

- which, is what he essentially is

- and also: pls steal his sweater and wear it. he'll cry over how cute you are.

#creepypasta #creepypasta hcs #cp headcanons #jeff the killer #brian thomas #marble hornets #timothy wright #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #cp x reader #scenarios #creepypasta scenarios #jane the killer #jane arkensaw #helen otis #bloody painter

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transsexualhamlet · 3 years

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asmr i psychoanalyze my favorite war criminal, aka calling out norman the essay

basically all of my thoughts on norman on one callout post because i care him (both manga and anime are discussed)

LINK TO RAY PSYCHOANALYSIS: https://chaoticgaymess.tumblr.com/post/646749875570196480/ray-81194-the-long-explanation

this is going to be ungodly long so here’s a keep reading, essay below the cut

((tw for suicidal ideation and self harm, brief discussion of eating disorders))

Disclaimer: no shipping is included here this is just about norman also they’re kids who call each other siblings

Thoughts: So you may be thinking, Rowan, why do you yell about the colorless war criminal so often? Well the answer lies in your honor the court hates to see a girlboss winning. Norman is a girlboss :) Yes norman is a tiny twink who can't lift a milk jug. And he is a girlboss :) Obviously I don't condone, um, eugenics and all, but that's not the point the point is that he satisfies my need for more characters like Levi motherfucking Calder from Unwind because I’m apparently an edgy 13 year old. Also all of his problems are violently things I can fix and I keep him around as a pet project because someone needs to give him a hug and slap him on the face

I diagnose him with things:

-pisces man :pensive:

-is he albino? Not literally. Is his skin so pale he would catch fire if he went outside at noon? Yes.

-autism: Yes I’m aware that calling him autistic makes him, problematic rep by perpetuating the autism unfeeling savant stereotype whatever but have you considered i’m autistic and I’m projecting also he’s L with standards? Anyway traits of AuTism he has: hyper fixation, canonically breaks and fixes things over and over because like ofc he does, doesn’t understand Emotion, hyperaware of body language at the same time as it all somehow flying over his head, low empathy, sensory experiences™, min maxed in certain areas, and I don’t think he’s got social interaction quite right? There’s something off about it

-gifted kid (derogatory) This is self explanatory but basically him being the smartest and the best in a competitive environment caused most of his issues, such as the perfectionism, the need to succeed, the lack of self esteem and ridiculously high expectations on himself, giving himself no breaks or time to relax, the “i must be productive with every second of my day or i will die” deal, the “peaked at 11” thing, the way in which he goes through life like there’s going to be a fucking test on it

-Eldest Daughter™ lmao. Norman’s always had to be mature, he’s always had to be the best, he’s always had to do the things Ray got out of bc he’s a snitch and Emma got out of because Isabella likes her. Norman gets respect from Isabella only if he excels, and her bar for him is astronomical. He doesn’t have the Mommy Issues that Ray has, but it’s because for him Isabella basically just reflected his expectations on himself, whereas with Ray it was more personal.

-low empathy (part of the autism thing): this one needs more explanation, but it’s not a bad thing in and of itself. Cognitive empathy is a thing and he can use it, but he does not instinctively understand other people’s emotions, or even recognize them properly, especially when the person is not like himself. This is obvious in Emma. Man has no fucking clue what’s going on in her head or why she does what she does, but he can predict what she will do in any given situation very well. He could understand the suicide attempt from ray he predicted more because Ray’s an easier equation to solve, and someone who’s more similar to him. I know he gets it because, well, motherfucker’s just as self desctructive as him, just in a more dignified manner.

-he’s got some sort of chronic illness. This is also me projecting and a headcanon but he’s got something going on, even before lambda pumped him full of growth hormones or whatever which they maybe should have Not Done but oh well. (I assume this just didn’t happen in the anime, since he’s still so fucking short) But he's So weak. He passed out when it was too hot. He passed out when it was too cold. He can’t open a pickle jar. His skin is too pale and he’s skinny af. He’s much more prone to sickness and probably has asthma too? But in the case that he did actually have something going on, I don’t think grace field would see the need to treat it, if it didn’t impact the quality of his meat? Isabella’s probably just “you have chronic pain and you get migraines? Great, take some tylenol and do some calculus.” Can’t say that probably helped anything.

personality type: ISTJ

Basically, he’s the most boring personality type to exist, and personally as an enfp i do not respect him. But basically this means he’s a fucking nerd that gets his projects done for school the day they’re assigned, is probably the president of the Anime Student Council™, and could probably get away with premeditated murder (ok actual istjs this is a joke don’t skin me)

The only trait that norman doesn’t have on the istj thing is telling the truth. Yeah, he values the truth, but like, that doesn’t apply to him, clearly. Bitch is a notorious liar.

The only other personality type he has any similarity with is intj, which is the same except it’s more rare and a purple theme instead of a blue theme. Sadly, that’s not him though, because although he can care more about some kinds of philosophy overall this isn’t the case and ray already occupies this personality type tbh.

strengths and weaknesses: This one’s kind of obvious, but he is aside from the crazy insane intelligence good at planning. Extremely good at planning. He can predict any outcome and figure out how to prevent it, using all his resources. For example he’s physically weak and someone could literally just walk up and stab him, but it doesn’t impede his progress on his goals because he’s surrounded himself with strong, mentally inferior people who would die for him in a heartbeat. He never gets stuck in some “everything is shit and i can’t do anything” deal like Emma and Ray do, he always works through it and has confidence in his abilities (in as much as he will solve the problem or die™. Weaknesses other than his twink body include his Low Wisdom score. It’s funny how he’s often associated with an owl, the mans is 14. He thinks he knows what he’s doing. He doesn’t. Plus obviously his fundamental misunderstanding of so much of everything going on around him, the fact that he lies not just to the world but himself, his refusal to take care of himself and his incredible cowardice. His achilles heel is being forced to, actually confront his actions.

what he likes about himself: He does pride himself on his mental abilities, and his judgement, which in his opinion is the only correct opinion and the only correct way. In the past, he likes being seen as a leader, he likes being responsible for other people. He likes his ability to manipulate and lie, because he sees it as an asset, and I honestly think he enjoys being william minerva more than he enjoys being Norman. He prides himself on his unhealthy expectations and the fact that he is able to meet them. Honestly, he does think he’s better than everyone else, mentally, though it’s humbled by his self hatred. Cursed thought: If Norman had self esteem he would be light yagami.

what he doesn’t like about himself/insecurities: Oh god, nearly everything. His appearance, his status, his superiority, his physical inability, his own mess of a mind, also have I mentioned his appearance. He’s obsessed with self control. He wants everything he sees wrong with himself gone. And I understand why having control of everything is necessary and appealing, everything for him has always been rigid and planned out from moment one, he was even more regulated in lambda, and though he desperately wants to Not Be Food, he has no idea what to do with the chains now that he’s broken out of them. So he just wraps them around himself. Regulates to an unhealthy degree when he sleeps, what he eats, when he actually takes even minimal care of his own problems, what he looks like, how much of himself he lets show, the expressions on his face, the literal thoughts inside his own head he will shut down if they are not Correct. It’s literal self harm. Norman, please stop it.

motivations/goals in life/general philosophy: To be honest, I’m not sure he knows what he wants. He sure thinks he does, he could sure give you a memorized answer, but it means nothing. He wants to excel. He wants Emma to be happy. He wants to be perfect and for that to make everything perfect. But he doesn’t realize everything he’s working towards will do pretty much the opposite of that. He’s a crippling perfectionist, and pretty much everything he does is motivated by his fear of failing. He picks the certain path, he doesn’t wait for anyone else, he doesn’t care if it’s not nice. Emma foils that a most of the time because he cares about her, but it can only go so far, especially after he’s had so much time without her to develop a Complex. His philosophy is very contradictory, basically the tokyo ghoul “everything bad that happens to you stems from a lack of ability”. All of his problems are his fault. All the world’s problems are his to fix. If he can’t fix them, it’s his fault, it’s because he wasn’t strong enough, and not being perfect condemns someone forever, including himself.

how he’s perceived by others vs how he actually is: In most people there wouldn’t truly be much of a difference, but with Norman things are different, because, well, most of his personality in grace field is a put on, as well as the tough guy dictator thing he radiates after lambda. How he appears to someone is determined by the context of their meeting- the kids at grace field see him as a nerdy, weakish, pretty boring kid who is really caring and kind. The researchers at lambda see an obedient, beaten down and perfectionistic boy. The lambda kids see him as an infallible leader, ruthless and genius, a good man who knows what’s right. But in truth none of that is him. It’s a fucking chess game to him, putting on different faces, lying and pretending and treating everyone differently. In truth? He’s a fucking coward. He’s scared out of his mind and he’s tired and he can’t take pain, he’s obsessed with reaching some goal he deems is necessary that in the end is going to be his death because he doesn’t want to face the consequences of his actions. He’s taken on the role of someone evil, though deep down he’s not, he feels it’s easier to live that way because it strips him of his conscience.

interpersonal relationships: In general, Norman sees all relationships in a pretty dim light. He sees everyone as black and white, for the most part, and other people make no sense to him intuitively, he has to figure them out like a puzzle. He’s manipulative and not particularly kind, but he follows all societal expectations to a T, overly focused on his appearance and placing the person he’s interacting with into a Category™. So he can be truly kind, to people he feels deserve it, to people who he values and doesn’t see flaws in. He gets incredibly attached to people he loves, protective, though he often doesn’t take their own feelings on the matter into consideration, and he’s ruthless with anyone who he deems a bad person. With people he understands and relates to, though, things can be different. If he sees someone as like himself, he will drop all the social interaction police bullshit and cut to the chase of whatever he wants or needs from them, and he’s not very forgiving in any manner, if he thinks what someone did is actually bad.

Emma: Norman obviously cares a lot about Emma, and honestly views her as better than anyone else. He realizes her moral integrity and all of the things she has and he doesn’t, and admires it. Because of his black and white view, Emma is like an angel to him. She couldn’t do anything wrong if she tried. But he comes to treat her as something to be protected instead of respected, and although he realizes she wouldn’t like what he’s doing, he fundamentally cannot empathize with her and doesn’t try to understand her. Their personalities are very literally opposite. Norman really needs to fucking listen to her. And Emma needs to understand that Norman doesn’t have a single ounce of empathy and you really do need to spell it out for him. Emma can only convince him when she has logical reasons for her actions, which she, doesn’t often have. And Emma gave Norman too much slack, because she didn’t see past the surface, and Ray never wanted to warn her, even though he knew the dude was showing a bunch of red flags, because you know. It was kind of an unspoken deal between them. (on ray’s part)

Ray: His relationship with Ray is a lot more complicated than with Emma. He understands Ray, where he doesn’t understand Emma, and he can see right through anything Ray does. And this makes things really tense between them, because Ray doesn’t, take kindly to being psychoanalyzed. If someone perceives him he will deck them and Norman is just there silently perceiving him at all times when Emma doesn’t see it. They are both constantly in competition with each other, but they care about each other a lot, though it’s kind of in a derogatory way. They both recognize each other as fundamentally fucked up, and silently agree never to bring it up with Emma. They’re nice to each other when she’s around, but all pretenses disappear when she’s gone. Ray is always frustrated with Norman, because Norman’s never been intimidated by him, and though he tries his best not to be vulnerable around him, Norman can always see through it, whereas Ray can’t crack Norman’s fake fucking smile no matter what he does. Norman will always take Emma’s side, and doesn’t see Ray as a good person at all, but he still understands and can excuse him, he takes measures to be… worse than Ray, which is better in his mind, because it’s rational, and ‘not selfish’.

Isabella: She has always had ridiculously high expectations for Norman, and treats him kind of harshly compared to the others. Bitch has heat stroke and Isabella’s first question is a calculus problem instead of like, “are you ok”. She knows he doesn’t complain about anything ever and she doesn’t stop him from being Terrible to himself, because it makes her job easier. They want smart kids, not mentally adjusted kids. She does really care for all of them, but she basically overrides it, she gives them what they want, not what they need, lets them be exactly what they’re making themselves. Isabella is distant with Ray but gives him anything he wants, she’s close and super nice with Emma, but Norman is… it’s weird. Isabella is proud of him because he meets her astronomically high bar. But at the same time, Norman never really cared for her that much and has never pretended to. Once they discover The Thing, though, he has a revelation, and it doesn’t take him long to switch his entire perspective about her. He’s pretty much like. Oh. She’s like me. That explains it, time to treat her like I treat myself: fucking brutally. Passive aggressive as hell. The kind of energy the :) emoticon at the end of an email gives. He does like just go “yeah we should kill her” at one point, which. You know, ok. When he got shipped out it was hhhh really interesting because Isabella knew full well he knew he was walking to his death and Norman was like “are you Truly Happy?” and just went :) and she was like h u h and tried to get him to talk while they were walking there because she feels Bad about it and he just. Did not. He didn’t say a single word just kind of smiled menacingly at her and I think it was half a sort of rebellion and half because he viewed her as similar to himself and therefore felt no need to put up any front with her, no words were necessary for him to impart exactly how he felt about it

Lambda kids: His relationship with the lambda kids is weird and bittersweet. I think he really truly does care about them, they were in a similar situation to his and he wants them to get what they want. However it is not a healthy or beneficial relationship, they see him as a god and don’t realize that he’s killing himself to give them what they want, he’s basically adopted them when out of anyone norman’s the one that should least be in charge of kids. I think he’s honestly younger than them but I’m not sure if they even know. He acts like their fucking mom, and that’s from what he thinks mothers are like… like isabella?? Giving them what they want, not what they need, lying to them, showing a front, caring deeply for them but at the same time using them for his own ends. And it’s not helpful for him. He thinks he knows what they need, but what he’s doing is what they want. What they need is therapy,(and so does norman), and he doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with using them as weapons because they love him. It makes him feel good, to be seen as perfect, to have people who don’t know how weak he really is. But it’s only making him worse, and he’s enabling everything the lambda kids are doing wrong as well. They need like, Yuugo and Lucas. Some actual adults who are actually wise and have the ability and the knowledge to take care of them and understand their mental problems and maybe actually address them. And actually be nice to them. But um sadly.

what he’s doing wrong: It’s pretty obvious, but… Norman, you maybe *shouldn’t* commit genocide? You’re not helping emma, you’re not making anything better. You’re not helping the lambda kids, you’re enabling them. You’re not helping your friends from grace field, you’re ignoring what they want. You’re not helping the world, you’re eradicating an entire race from the face of the earth and murdering the poor for the crimes of the fucking 1%. You’re not being a martyr, you’re a selfish piece of shit liar you little coward, you just want an easy way out and you want to die on your bloody fucking hill instead of admitting you’re wrong. Grow up, cringe little man.

why he went wrong: I think most of the reason this happened was the way he was raised combined with the kind of person he is. Norman would have turned out fine, if there has been good adults in his life who actually cared about his well being. Instead he got people who just wanted to control him and make him what they needed, and family who largely didn’t realize there was anything wrong. Ray being an ass to him most of forever probably didn’t help but well, that’s just Ray. Even then, he would have managed alright if he escaped with the rest of the kids because he would never have been separated from the experiences that caused the rest of them to realize demons weren’t all evil. In lambda he didn’t have anyone supporting him or telling him when things went too far, so he fell into relying on himself alone, pushing himself further with absolutely no limits. All he saw was enemies and allies, and things got stratified. He never had a lucas or a yuugo or mujika when he would have needed it, instead he found children who wanted him to be in charge and a world that made it so he had to be. Everything was an echo chamber for his worst thoughts, so they just became more and more dominant.

what he needs: To put it simply, he needs Emma and Ray to cut to the chase and slap him across the face and make him take care of himself. He needs to be forced to see everything for what it really is- this edgy 14 year old committing atrocities to feel better about himself? He needs to be told that what he’s doing is irrational, because in reality, it is. There are better solutions that he’s ignoring, both to his own suffering and the demons, and the way he’s going now no one will truly be happy because of it, that there is no requirement that things be perfect and this bullshit doesn’t make him stronger. He needs someone responsible to take the fucking dagger out of his hands. He also needs someone to babysit him and make him go to bed at a reasonable time.

i describe his personality through songs on my spotify playlist for him:

-outrunning karma by alec benjamin: this one super applies because it calls him out for making shitty decisions, being manipulative and a liar, and having blood on his hands in a very calm and subdued manner, that he knows this is wrong and yet he chooses to keep running faster and faster towards destruction, that he means to escape it through death

-empty by boyinaband and jaiden: yes this is a song about anorexia yes it also applies to norman i’m not saying norman literally has an eating disorder (but honestly it wouldn’t be far out of character if he did) but metaphorically this applies to his method of ignoring his needs, both emotional and physical, in favor of seeming in control

-toxic thoughts by faith marie: this one speaks to his gifted kid trauma. Man’s got perfectionism running his entire soul. He’s terrified of failing, because he’s always been at the very top, he’ll beat himself up over any miniscule mistake and forces himself to keep at bad habits that keep him Productive, but he won’t ask for help no matter how much he’s suffering because that would be failing, he fights with his mind, this song basically tells him “yeah i feel you but you need to stop that”

-no time to die by billie eilish: ignore the romantic overtones but this is emma and norman, emma who trusted norman and was lied to, betrayed, for norman’s greater good, and norman who refuses to feel or hurt because of it, who refuses to apologize or see himself as wrong, pushes forward because he’s going to Pass Away

-achilles come down by gang of youths: hhhhh it's like. His vibe. Obviously you can disregard the lifestyle specific shit but it's. It's achilles come down you have to understand it’s like the same deal as friend, please just like french and longer

-friend, please by 21 pilots: i feel like i don't have to explain this one but it’s more to the manga (not the anime where he kind of figures out he done did wrong by himself instead of committing unforgivable sins and still going yeah this is valid before emma is like holy fuck). He is like sorry emma I cannot fix anything I’m going to die :) *coughs blood* and emma going like stop it stop it stop it fuck you see you fucked up and i forgive you just stop don’t walk away while he’s like “no<3”

why im a repressed little norman kinnie even tho he’s my exact opposite: I don’t generally kin ppl like norman, honestly he’s an infj I have no clue how it happened but I’m pretty sure it’s because of my intense desire to project onto a little man who cannot lift a milk jug and has chronic pain and decides you know what I AM tired of being nice i DO wanna go apeshit. Also he’s a twink. A little bastard. He’s a terrible person and I go mood every time he does anything. I said mood when he fell out of a tree. Don’t know what this says about me, I swear I wouldn’t commit no genocide. He’s like the inverse of Yoichi Saotome, and somehow i kin him too. Damn.

Miscellaneous headcanons:

-man’s SO attached to his william minerva cloak. He’s a wispy little bitch, you know he’s wearing that thing inside the house, he’s fucking cold. It also makes him Look Important he can retreat into it like an emo middle schooler with an oversized sweatshirt

-although you could probably get Mad street cred from having two whole brands you know he’s not gonna whip it out and show off his lambda thing he’s incredibly self conscious and his chest hasn’t seen the sun in years

-norman’s got MAD laundry skills to be able to wear like, all white all the time while constantly murdering people. I think he’s the only one who knows to do the laundry. And Ray is the only one who knows how to cook.

-but even then there’s gotta still be a few questionable stains on that thing, but if anyone asks he’s like “ketchup” “I’ve literally never seen you eat anything with that much color” “ketchup :)” *coughs blood*

-he’s probably thought “well i have not literally coughed blood yet today so I am not legally obligated to take care of myself”

-He probably adopted much of his current personality from taking on the persona of william minerva. I’m calling him out for being like me, he’s a blank motherfucker, he absorbs personality traits from characters he plays! He’s just not in theatre so it’s a bit more intense!

-the first time he sees barbara Eating Demon Meat he kinda stares and goes oh cool! not for me and violently exits the room. Like it's hilarious bc he thinks that's really gross on a moral level though he understands why she would do it

-Which is even funnier bc I’m not sure about the canon on this but there was That Chapter Cover that one time that kinda seemed to imply norman eating demon meat which i absolutely latched onto because I’m terrible. He was just politely eating it. With a knife and fork like why dude. As to a possible reason for him doing that I can come up with, of course barbara does it out of spite, but man we don’t know the properties, if it had some sort of painkilling aspect to it or it was like, caffeine, you know he would, but he would Definitely not talk about it

-I kinda disagree with what the anime did in episode eight? It was good I liked it and the imagery was fantastic but also have you considered Norman could not kill someone with his own hands if he tried, or even physically injure them? That’s what his minions are for shawty. That doesn’t make it any less bad, of course, but the manga captured it perfectly by the fact of he carries around a dagger and a scepter in the capitol battle, but he never even raises it out of more than intimidation. He walks through calmly like he’s not scared at all but he makes sure all the lambda kids do all the actual murder, he just stands there impartially, clearly The Mastermind, as the kids fucking murder the queen of the demons. And I think that’s more profound because he’s, a coward. And he doesn’t realize being the one who orders the strike makes you just as responsible as the one who sticks the knife in someone. The knife is just there to Compensate™ for the fact that he weighs like eighty pounds.

-he’s more of like lady macbeth (because he’s a girlboss) than macbeth himself. He has blood on his hands, but it’s the kind of blood that you can’t wash off. He never killed anyone himself, and he cannot admit he never would have been able to.

-the last thing is that there are definitely epic things about the anime, episode 8 was my favorite so far, goddamn that imagery and the bitch walking through the city while it burns down with the screaming asmr going on behind him my god. We stan. But like the downside of, letting Emma and Ray get to him before he commits first degree murder makes the whole thing lose a lot of his value. In the manga (oh my god look at me being a pretentious manga fan please) it fit more of his ideas- he never backed down, and he planned for Emma coming and trying to stop him. Of course he wanted Emma to stop him, he wanted it with all his fucking heart he was pleading for it to happen but the man wouldn’t give himself what he wanted if he was held at gunpoint. He knew she’d come and he made absolutely sure she wouldn’t be able to stop him. So when she came and he said “you’re too late”??? It kind of said it all, in the fact that he was disappointed that he got his way. He still thought he did the right thing, but deep down there where he shoved all his thoughts and feelings he desperately wanted to be saved from himself.

So yeah, those are my thoughts. Feel free to eviscerate me if these are not Correct he is just my favorite girlboss who I feel the need to yell at

#tpn #the promised neverland #yakusoku no neverland #tpn norman #norman tpn #essay post #god why do i do this to myself #dear god help me this is 5000 words #rowan's hyperfixation essays

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Hey this is for our Redhead's bday. Its like a fluff and angst with a happy ending. Is it possible to make a Renruki based on Hanahaki disease? Do you know about this fanfic trope? Its like a person who doesn't know or think their love is requited, will cough up petals. They can only be saved with a confession or accept that they cannot be together with their love interest. I don't want it to sound too morbid. Let me know if its possible.

Wikipedia description for better understanding:

Hanahaki Disease is a fictional disease where the victim of unrequited or one-sided love begins to vomit or cough up the petals and flowers of a flowering plant growing in their lungs, which will eventually grow large enough to render breathing impossible if left untreated. There is no set time for how long this disease lasts but it may last from 2 weeks to 3 months, in rare cases up to 18 months, until the victim dies unless the feelings are returned or the plants are surgically removed. There is also no set flower that blossoms in the lungs but it may be the enamoured’s favourite flower or favourite colour. Hanahaki can be cured through surgical removal of the plants' roots, but this excision also has the effect of removing the patient's capacity for romantic love. It may also erase the patient’s feelings for and memories of the enamoured. It can also be cured by the reciprocation of the victim's feelings. These feelings cannot be feelings of friendship but must be feelings of genuine love. The victim may also develop Hanahaki Disease if they believe the love to be one-sided but once the enamoured returns the feelings, they will be cured. In some literature, other symptoms can be fever, uncontrollable shaking, loss of appetite, low body temperature, and hallucinations. Even after curing, with or without surgery, there can be irreversible damage to the lungs and, although very rare, in some cases the disease cannot be cured.

Ha ha ha, of course I have heard of Hanahaki disease, my brain is 100% rotted by fanfic.

I. hate. Hanahaki disease. It is probably my #1 most hated trope, up there with every single soulmate thing that treats love like some sort of inescapable destiny and strips the characters of any agency. To me, falling in love may be more or less involuntary, but the choice of whether or not to pursue it is the very crux of romance.

In any case, I was just going to... not do this one, except that I walked around mad for half a day and then wrote this up in, like, two hours. This sounds terrible, but this is actually an ideal day for a writer! I am really happy with how it came out! Thanks for the prompt!! I mean this with absolute sincerity!

Warning: Bad language, because Renruki aren’t any happier about any of this than I am.

Read on ao3 or ff.net

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“How the fuck,” asked Rukia, “did you get that into my house?”

Sitting on Byakuya’s good tea table was a heavy green glass bottle of Rukongai’s worst rotgut. And two saucers.

Sitting cross legged and cross on the other side of the table was Abarai Renji.

“I told the captain it was necessary. Sit down.”

Usually, Rukia would take being ordered around like that as an invitation to call him names, but there was something angry and serious in Renji’s tone, so she sat instead, and let Renji pour each of them a saucer of something that smelled like lamp oil. Silently, they tossed back their drinks.

“You want to tell me what this is about?” Rukia asked as Renji refilled.

Without speaking, Renji pulled a carefully folded handkerchief out of his kosode and slid it across the table.

Rukia’s hands clenched into fists.

“Go ahead,” Renji said offhandedly, sipping his sake.

She didn’t want to. She knew what it would be. But she did it anyway, reached over and flipped open the handkerchief to reveal a handful of mangled, half-rotted flower petals. Hot rage ran through her veins. “Are you going through my trash now?” she demanded.

“No, I asked the captain to,” Renji replied coolly. “I assume he had someone do it for him, but he didn’t say.”

“Fuck you,” Rukia snapped.

Renji stared at her, his eyes cold and angry. “That night we camped in Hueco Mundo. Before we caught up with Ichigo and the others. You coughed up half a camellia and a good inch of stem in your sleep. I… figured we had more pressing concerns at the time, but I asked your brother to keep an eye on you after we got home.”

Rukia took a gulp of her drink. “Well, congratulations, Detective Abarai, you cracked the case. You’re so smart that I’m sure you know how these things end, so we don’t need to discuss it.”

Renji squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and then opened them again. “It doesn’t… it doesn’t have to be a death sentence, you know?”

“It’s complicated,” Rukia grumbled. “I’m not explaining it to you, but it’s not… solvable, and I can’t… I won’t give up. Not this time.”

“I didn’t mean that,” Renji continued, his voice quieter. “There are ways to… manage it. Live with it.”

Rukia’s brows furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s a disease of the soul, y’know, not the body, which is why humans don’t get it. With a strong enough will, you can keep it in check. The key, the thing that really lets it get ahold of your lungs, is when you start to lose hope.”

“You want me to live in denial, then?”

“No, not quite. But there’s some… techniques. We live a really long time, Rukia. Things may seem one way now, but… but who’s to say how they’ll be in sixty or seventy years, right? I mean, it’s not easy, but if you can imagine sort of… jarring up your feelings and packing them away for later.”

“Like pickles.”

“Yeah, like pickles.”

Rukia finished her saucer and reached for the bottle.

“Another thing that works sometimes is to try to…” Renji gestured helplessly. “Reframe it. I’m sure you’ve read poems about courtly love.”

Rukia made a face. “I fail to see how reading old-timey thirst poetry about wasting away from wanting to sleep with someone else’s wife is going to help anything.”

Renji’s face took on a pained cast. “Yeah, I guess some of them are like that. But being in love with someone who doesn’t love you back doesn’t mean your life is...meaningless. There can be something really beautiful and noble and sorta romantic in and of itself about loving with no hope of reciprocation. That you can still be of… of service to a person, even if they never notice you.”

“Renji, that’s fucking nonsense,” Rukia informed him, topping up his drink as well. “Where do you get these ideas?”

“Or you can just really absorb yourself in some goal. Be so busy you don’t have time to worry about love. Time passes quickly when--”

“Renji, just stop. I know you’re trying to help, but I’m… I’m sick and no amount of made-up wishful thinking is going to make me better.”

Renji’s face rapidly cycled through a number of emotions, like he kept coming up with things to say and then biting his tongue instead. “It’s not fucking made up, okay? People have lived with it for years, you know. Decades. Fuck, Rukia do you know selfish this is?”

“‘Selfish’?” Rukia echoed incredulously. The alcohol was starting to hit, and it made her feel unmoored, a raft floating in a sea of her own grief and anger. What did he know anyway? He was married to his job and his duty. The truest companion, the most generous soul, so free with his heart to everyone he called friend, but he didn’t know jack shit about being in love. Renji was the most transparent person in Soul Society. If he had ever fallen in love, it would have been public knowledge. Maybe his heart didn’t even work that way. What the Hell did he know?

“Yeah,” Renji spat back. “Selfish and cruel. How can you love someone-- even if they don’t love you back-- and-- and-- let yourself die from it? What kind of a monster would do that? You can hold on, Rukia. You’re so strong, I know you can. Just… just listen to me, for once. I can help you.”

Rukia felt her eyes burning, so she grabbed the bottle and took a long drink from it until her whole face burned. “Fuck. Off,” she replied, slamming it down on the table.

“I won’t,” Renji growled. “Ichigo cares a lot for you and it would kill him, Rukia, you hear me? You can’t do this to him, or-- or the rest of us, either.”

Rukia stared at Renji uncomprehendingly. The room was starting to swim. “What the fuck does any of this have to do with Ichigo?” She suddenly felt very tired, so she folded her arms and put her head down on them. “You fucking dumbass.”

#renji's birthday 2k21 #my writing #why isn't there a camellia emoji?? i used hibiscuses because they kinda look like camellias but imagine they are camellias #i think the primary driver behind me writing this was just an excuse to get back on my camellia bullshit

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pollenat · 3 years

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RED VELVET and A secret romance with their gang’s rival

➛ Note: Obviously, gang!au. These scenes are super random and not exactly as long as others, but I had this in my drafts for a while now, didn’t feel like completely discarding the work I’ve already done.

IRENE

Joohyun’s body moves on its own, her mind still asleep. Otherwise she wouldn’t have (or maybe she would) turned and reached for the other side of the bed. The lack of a body disturbs her awake.

She’s not home, though the bedroom is far from alien to her. The contents of shelves, the number of stains on the rug, the location of small holes in the walls - she already knows them by heart. Something she’s proud of, but shouldn’t share with others.

Lonely, perhaps scared of the word’s meaning, she calls for you. Usually, you’re fast to drop everything for her. Whatever it may be, nothing seems as important as Joohyun. This morning you’re not running like crazy to learn her demands. A repeat of your name makes no difference.

An electric shock of nervousness makes her get up after long hesitation. This is a safe haven, somewhere the outside world can’t reach, and yet her mind comes up with only the worst of possibilities. Nude feet stomp down the wooden panels. The floor feels cold against her heels, but Joohyun doesn’t show any sign of discomfort. She makes a stop by her jeans, lazily discarded the previous day. Fingers tighten around the object pulled out of a pocket. The black surface gleams under a ray of sunshine. Its owner has enough experience to always expect the unexpected.

Close to the wall, she slides down the corridor. Quiet and eagle-eyed, she’s ready to notice the abnormalities. Her ears pick up the sound of ragged breathing first. Then she notices a silhouette reflecting in the tiles of a corridor.

“Why are you holding a gun?” You ask her, genuinely confused.

Joohyun scoffs, partially relieved, partially annoyed. It’s 7 a.m. and you’re opening a jar of pickles instead of sleeping in. She drops the weapon on a countertop. The sound that comes from the meeting of hard surfaces makes you cringe.

“I thought something happened. Why are you up and not in bed?” The frown turns into a pout as Joohyun hugs one of your arms.

“I just felt like eating some pickles-” Without another word, she grabs the jar you are struggling to get opened, and easily does what you couldn’t. “Here, open. Now let’s go back to bed!”

“I love it when you unload frustration on objects.”

“Yes, yes. I’m aware.” She doesn’t hand you back the jar. “Pickles will come later. Now, we’re going back to bed. You’ve got a lot of making up to do.”

You may have abandoned the snacks, but something about Joohyun’s strong pulling and a sweet smile tells you there are better things to do.

SEULGI

The night sky is dotted with stars, as if they were its pride - jewels decorating collarbones. Something poets have always described as dark, being light. Although you want to share that thought aloud, you don’t. Not because of embarrassment. Seulgi would never laugh at something you’re serious about. Your choice is led by the dreamy atmosphere of your evening.

The two of you are lying on a blanket, somewhere in the middle of a forest. An hour long ride away from the city. A spot you feel like asking Seulgi about.

In your peripheral vision you can see her face turned towards you. There’s a smile you must’ve somehow caused.

“What?” She hums, hand sneaking under yours. “You’re staring.”

“Can’t I?” Fingers tighten around each other for a moment, before you push yourself up to lean over her.

Seulgi’s smile is still adoring, though now it’s sunken in shy undertones. She’s like that with you only. Otherwise, everyone knows her as the scary right hand woman. Her boss would’ve shot you in the face, had they known how close you were. It’s the sweet adrenaline of forbidden romance for you. Now, smiling, your fingers curl around loose locks of her dark hair.

“So, how many people have you taken on a date here?”

“Believe it or not, you’re the first one.” She brings her hands up to play with laces hanging from your hoodie.

“Then how did you find out about this place?”

“You know, drove by. Was followed, so I hid here and figured its a pretty lovely place.” One of the laces curls around her finger, just like a strand of her hair around yours.

“And you thought of me? Aww, you’re a real romantic.”

She laughs shyly, embarrassed by the conversation. You don’t intend on playing around though. A kiss is enough to silence her laughter. Seulgi hums in enjoyment, her face now covered by the shadow of your silhouette. As you press yourself closer to her, the back of her gun, always pinned to the belt, pokes the inside of your thigh. It’s a strong sensation. One that’s bound to burst a bubble. Yes, you’re used to it, but for some reason it’s not the same as holding the weapon in your two hands.

“What’s wrong?” Seulgi asks, feeling that something’s not right.

“Nothing, just got lost in thoughts for a moment here.” But instead of leaning forward once more, you return to lying on the back.

WENDY

You’re smiling widely in anticipation. The door opens suddenly, but it’s not able to startle you.

“Are you crazy?!” Her voice drips with pure anger, but her eyes scream relief.

Without any second thoughts, you push her inside and cage her little silhouette in a tight embrace. Seungwan does a poor attempt at escaping. She’s aware it’s of no use. She needs the comforting gesture as much as you do.

“You could’ve at least texted me first.”

“I did, but you’ve never answered me.”

When you finally let her go, she pulls out a phone and then gives you a look of pure disbelief. You might’ve written the message on your way to her apartment, but in your defence, Seungwan is the type of person that always has her phone close.

“What if someone was here? What if others saw you? Do you ever stop for a moment to think?” She scoffs at your ridiculing smile.

“Oh come on. What’s life without a little bit of excitement?”

“Umm, a good life?” Seungwan states as a matter of fact, which makes you wanna laugh in her face. But not to spite her. Rather to show her how sweet her whole being seems to you.

Yes, you’re the blunt one in whatever your relationship is. You’re the one to be touchy, clingy, also the one to piss her off with how “little” you care about being caught.

“Babe, you really need to chill. I’ve got it all covered. Of course, unless someone decides to pay you sudden visit, but even if, then that’s not on me!”

Her feet don’t follow you inside the living room. Instead, she’s watching you make yourself comfortable from the hallway. Expression of annoyance still present, it’s only a matter of time before Seungwan joins you.

“Stop being grumpy and come to me! I need a hug!”

She secures the lock first, but eventually does as predicted - joins your side on the couch. There’s still doubt on her face which you’re not at all worried about. These moments with Seungwan are the only way for you to experience normality. It tastes of the woman’s favorite toothpaste, feels like a fluffy rug, sounds like scoffs and occasional laughter.

“The things I do for you.” There’s still anger in her gaze, though much gentler than the one that welcomed you few minutes earlier.

JOY

It lasts a moment. In just a matter of few innocent seconds, she turns from a blonde in over-sized clothes to the Sooyoung you know, but maybe that shouldn’t be said. The passenger side in your ride quickly goes from free to occupied, and you don’t even hesitate before pressing accelerator. A taxi driver you’ve pretty much almost hit, honks. Your ear registers a string of curses thrown at a “senseless fuck”. Unimportant - the window closes.

“So, I suppose it went well?”

Sooyoung is redoing her lips in the mirror. Bright red is stark on the canvas of fair complexion. The corner visible from your point of view turns upwards.

“It did. Your boss is rampaging tonight.”

“Eh.” Indifferent, you wave the image of the closest future away. “When is he not.”

Soonyoung finishes her makeup with a loud pop of lips. She’s no longer the cold Mrs. invisible you saw earlier. Now, she’s the version you’re the most familiar with - the happy-go-lucky girl that happens to be doing shady business on the side.

“Where are we going?” She leans over the armrest to stare at you. Her chin rests on a hand, like a child does when watching movies. “Or wait, don’t tell me! I want it to be a surprise!”

“In a few minutes you’ll change your mind again.” Without missing a beat (this time), you change lanes.

“Yeah, probably. And you won’t tell me either way.”

“That’s just how well we know one another.” Your smiles meet.

Soonyoung returns to her previous position, but leaves her arm behind. An open palm catches your attention. Fingers wiggle in anticipation. Amused, but in no position to reject them, you give in. Soonyoung’s grip is a strong one, full of need and comfort.

The car zooms through the city sunken in the remnants of a sunset. Pedestrians walk by, unaware that someone who should be behind bars is passing them. Same with the drivers. The thought makes your heart flutter from excitement. An overpowering feeling of having the world at your mercy causes you to put more pressure on accelerator. Soonyoung’s thumb caresses the side of your hand. Her red lips are a stable point on the blurry and constantly changing background.

YERI

Funny how the two of you live for the adrenaline.

“Isn’t it a bit risky?” You ask, swiping the corner of her lips with your thumb.

Yerim’s eyes follow, as you put the crimson colored tip in your own mouth. It humors her, and drives crazy at the same time.

“You love risky.” Neither of you address the tension, nor are oblivious to it.

Music may be blasting above you, but right now, here, by the bar, it’s just you two, a pair of bodies pressing at each other’s side without doing much more. Truth be told, the crowd is so busy with itself, you don’t know why you’re too hesitant to follow their lead, and join them with Yerim.

Your eyes meet again. These rendezvous that the two of you have every now and then are a rare occasion. Therefore, you always make an effort to take everything about the notorious Kim Yerim in, starting from the depth of her gaze, ending at the height of her heels. She’s a masterpiece, and your worst (best) rival, but not tonight. Tonight, she’s your alluring date.

Her head moves a little bit closer, pink lips opening to speak.

“Are you sure you don’t want to dance?” Yerim’s brows rise in a manner that could seem innocent to anyone else. But you know what she means, and you want to tease her a bit before eventually giving in.

“Why? Am I boring you with my wine?” Acting indifferent to her hand on your thigh, you grab a glass and sip on it.

She smirks knowingly, but sighs anyway. It’s all just an act to keep you going. Something of a roleplay - faking that you’re not putty in each other’s hands. The truth is much different. Had Yerim’s tone been stricter, you would have been the one to lead her onto dancefloor.

“What’s wrong with it?” Before Yerim gets a chance to respond, she makes a face of surprise, and pulls out her phone.

You don’t have to ask to get a gist of the situation. It’s business. As always.

Yerim meets your gaze with evident sadness. But that’s your line of work, and you’re not the one to keep someone from doing what they have to do.

“Just go.” You smile bitterly. “Before I try to steal your job.”

The kiss she gives you is too short, and too weak for your liking.

“I’ll text you later.”

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temptingempress · 3 years

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The Mafia’s Princess (3)

Summary: “I can’t loose you because if I loose you I loose myself. You’re all I have left.” she begged him to put the gun down. Her bloody knees splashed into the mud. Helicopters surrounded them and the sirens were getting closer and closer but she could think about was him. The man whom she fell in love with, standing in front of them. Gun pointed towards his head.

This is a HoseokxOc story but feel free to think of her as y/n. I just didn’t want to call her y/n so I used my own character that you’ll see in a lot of my stories but her mood and temperament will change in each story. The character depicted in the photo is my imagination of her, you can depict her anyway you would like.

Warning: Injuries, swearing, knife mentions, mafia mentions (obviously), a little bit of angst.

Previous: https://temptingempress.tumblr.com/post/641614237353099264/the-mafias-princess-jhs-2

“Almost there.” Hoseok huffed as they climbed the hill that led to the abandoned garage. The garage was originally popular amongst the civilians but the town turned into a ghost town, which made it the perfect place for mafia’s to meet up for certain things.

Areum’s P.O.V

I let out a slight giggle hearing Hoseok’s huffs and his struggles to make it up the hill. For a big buff mafia man you’d think he could walk thousands of miles but he could get out of breath just by opening a jar of pickles. “Come on Muscle Man. Just a few more feet to go.” I teased earning a hearty chuckle back from him. “You gotta remember that I hauled your ass for like 3 miles.” He poked my head gently but still managed to make me flinch. “Scaredy cat, ah, there it is.” Hoseok’s P.O.V

Oh thank goodness, I was about to fall face down out of exhaustion, It’s been hours that I’ve been on my damn feet. The large garage was right behind the abandoned mall aka the drug trade. I leaned against the concrete wall showered in explicit graffiti. Taking out my phone I dialed the driver’s number. I took Areum’s hand and pulled her closer to me “Stay close, the crackheads lurk.” The phone then picked up and he said his usual phrase “Annyeonghaseyo jeoneun bangtan sonyeondan hwanggeum maknae jeon jungkook imnida” “Where are you.” I asked him bluntly, too tired to deal with his absurdness right now. “Ahh, I’m in the garage.” The sound of the engine rumbles in the background making it hard to decipher what he was saying “I’m with Cynthia and we are on the fifth flight!” Letting out a low groan, I sure didn’t have it in me to walk five flights up. My legs would surely give out or possibly crack in half. “Drive the car down, the damsel in injured.” Areum crossed her arms as her cheeks puffed out like two balloons “Why do I have to be the damsel? Do I look like I’m in distress? Why can’t I be the hero or the even the black widow!” she went on and on but her words begun to blur out. I was only focused on how to get into that damn car and get back to the house as fast as we humanly could. “I can’t boss, someone might catch us!” “Jungkook that’s a demand not an order. If anyone sees us then we’ll just send an assassin out or something.” “Ah! Quiet down boss. I’m comin I’m comin. You’re gonna get us caught one day.” he then hung up on me which made me slightly irritated. “I should’ve never hired that damn maknae.” Areum slouches next to me but she still with held the smile lurking on her lips. Times like these, it gets comforting to see especially from her. “How do you do it huh?” I chuckled a bit and took her wrist, pulling her closer to me so we could warm each other up in this cold weather. “How do you manage to smile in the most fucked up situations?” “Well, as long as I’m with you the situation isn’t that bad. Besides, I like to see you struggle.” She jokes with a slight laugh giving me the answer I should’ve anticipated.

“Ha ha.” I sarcastically laugh along, ruffling her hair up with my rough fingers. Then, the car finally arrived. It was a old and dirty truck which suits this place very well. I opened up the back door for Areum to go in first. If anyone saw us pull up in a brand new red convertible they would know something was up. Jungkook then put his foot on the gas and pulled off rather very fast. Areum rushed to put her seatbelt on while everyone else just sat there exhausted. It was just the wee hours in the morning, nobody was on the roads so Jungkook cranked the windows down. As long as nobody recognized Areum or me, we should be good. We took the back roads just to make sure. Jungkook turned on the speakers to his favorite songs then spoke loudly “How’d your little getaway go!” Cynthia, the co leader of this mafia, turned down the speakers to allow Areum and I to rest. “Jungkook, why do you have to be so loud all the time?” I knew Cynthia every since I inherited this whole mafia business. She’s always been like a sister to me. She was there whenever I needed her and whenever I didn’t.

I put my hands behind my head and let out a long sigh “It was nice until someone called the damn cops on us.” I let the wind cool me off as I closed my eyes “That part really spoiled the whole entire thing.” Areum hummed to the country music playing in the background. “But it wasn’t anything we couldn’t handle! Right Hoseok?” “Mmhm.” I felt myself falling into a deep sleep. My energy to perform anything at this point was drifting away.

Areum’s P.O.V

I took a cover from the floor and draped it over Hoseok he looked like he was passed out. I couldn’t blame him. “I’m sure Hoseok took good care of you... as always.” Cynthia sighed to herself. My face scrunched up as I felt slightly offended, I tried to calm myself down, trying not to get that stuck up princess attitude I always tend to have... I’m working on that. I am. “I guess.” I felt my leg start to sting a bit. The adrenaline was running out and the pain was setting in. Letting out a quiet grunt I held my leg close “I got bit and scratched by dogs.” Jungkook turned back to see the blood beginning to drip down my leg again. I must’ve injured it when I got back up to walk. “Yikes.” Jungkook spoke “Don’t worry, we’re almost there.” He passed me a box of tissues “Here”.

Cynthia looked at me then back to the road “You have to stop being so careless whenever you’re around him.” “Careless?” I took the tissues and started to wipe off as much blood as I could. Once I saw the cut, it only stung even more. I couldn’t think of a smart response because of it. It hurts like hell but I wanted to keep my composure.

Strong women don’t cry right?

Besides, I wanted to be strong for him. I wanted to be strong to Hoseok and to prove everyone that I deserve to be here.

As we drove up to the big mansion where the mafia resided in Jungkook parked the car and I was cared for immediately getting escorted to their little medical room by her assigned nurses. Out of the corner of my eye she saw Cynthia caring for Hoseok, walking him back inside with one of his arms draped around her shoulder. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a hint of jealously inside my heart. Ever since I’ve met her she’s always given me ‘Oh, I’m better than you’ vibes but I’ve been trying to brush it off. I don’t want my own jealousy to get in the way of Hoseok and I. I never did. I looked up to a girl with a silver necklace hanging down her neck. It was Lisa, Hoseok’s sister.

“Follow me” she hums as she takes the mysterious criminals hand. They were rough and she noticed that they were also tatted. She couldn’t get a full glimpse but it looked like part of a dragons tale. The man spoke up as the princess led him through the endless maze of twist and turns.

Hoseok’s P.O.V

“Why are you helping me?” This could be a big trap but then again I have no choice. If it wasn’t for her I’d be surrounded by this damn kingdom and if she pulled anything stupid I have a gun right on my hip and I’m not afraid to shoot little miss princess. A person who gets anything and everything under her fingertips. People like her is the whole reason why me and my family rebelled. People like her enforced the stupid laws society has, People like her ruin everything I’ve worked for but here I was holding her hand. Her grip was tight so it wasn’t like I could let go. “Because I want to help you.” She hums with a slight smile “Besides the castle needed a little action.” We then came to another dead end, this time we were surrounded by vineyards of roses and fine grapes. “And you do realize that you are helping the number one felon in Korea right now?”

Before the princess could respond she ripped the bottom half of her expensive dress off so she could have more freedom in her strides which threw me off a bit. Her thighs are now fully exposed and she had not problem with that. “So?” She took the fabric and tied it along her thigh “You do realize that the wealthiest girl in Korea is helping a felon out right?” She echos. “Do you have a knife?” I pulled out a pocket knife and handed it to her, even though I probably shouldn’t of. This was getting pretty interesting and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to know where it was going. The princess went up to the vines and cut them open. I chuckled as she did so “Very smart princess, but wouldn’t they follow us inside-” After she was done cutting the vines a door was revealed. She twisted the golden knob and it led us inside what seemed like to be a small bedroom, with a tv, bed, and a large bookcase. There were paintings on the wall but they seemed like they were either drawn by her or someone else.

The princess pressed on a red button and the vines attached to one another again as if nothing even happened. The princess smiled at me, feeling proud of herself for helping a person like myself out. “You’re welcome.” she beams I scoffed to myself and looked around her mini hideout “You led me to a bed. I’m not interested in making out with you right now, I need to get back to my base.” “Make out?” She crosses her arms and a light blush appears on her face “I wouldn’t t-touch you with a ten foot pole!” I looked down at her hand still attached to mine but she quickly let go of it. I sighed as I started to look around. Thinking about how I could ever get out of here without getting caught. I didn’t want to escape in the morning because that’s when small children flood the maze. It wouldn’t be a good look for a grown man with a gun attached to his hip be in it with them. And besides, I’m on a time schedule.

The princess spoke once again, her arms not leaving her chest “Who says I don’t have a way for you to get out!” “Look sweetheart.” I took out my gun and pointed it towards her head, I really didn’t have a choice. “Stop playing games, get me out of here now or I will shoot you.” She froze once I pulled out my gun but the same smile appears onto her face. What was this girl? Some type of psychopath? “You wouldn’t kill me Mister. If you did you’d spend more time in prison or possibly the dungeon than you’d intend to. Ah, who am I kidding they’d possibly put you to death.” I didn’t drop the gun but she did make a point. I know at some point in my life that I was going to go to jail or die but it’s too soon in the game. I plan to hold my father’s legacy until I die. “Show me the exit now.” My voice rose to stir more fear in her but it failed.

“Not until you tell me your name.” She looked me straight in the eyes. “I.. I want you to be my friend.” “I’m not a good friend.” I chuckled at the how naive this woman was. “I’ll tell you what. You show me the exit and you get a name. Deal?” She thought it over for a moment, lowering her arms she nodded and walked to her bookcase. she pushed it aside and there was a window. It seemed to be led to the woods. I wondered why there was even a such thing in a whole kingdom. Why was she the only one who knew about this. “Can I get-” Before she could say another word I pushed her to the floor, causing her to loose her balance and fall. She shouted at me before I made a run for it. I should’ve killed her. The window was already unlocked to that made it easier for me. Did I feel bad about it?

No, I didn’t.

It was my sister’s birthday and I’m already running late. I checked if I still had the necklace in my pocket and it was still in it’s pretty velvet box. -

Areum’s P.O.V

Lisa helped me onto a bed then got her gloves on. She was very careful not to hurt me anymore than I already was. I trusted her, so I allowed my eyes shut. She was a certified nurse even before this whole mafia deal begun. Lisa accessed the bite and scratches “That dog left a pretty big mark on you.” She informs as she sterilizes her equipment before she uses them. “But it’s nothing I can’t handle.” I chuckle and look down at her “You sound so cool when you say that.” She gave me a smile as she starts to apply alcohol which stung even more. I winced but held in my pain. “You can scream if you’d like. I’m not here to judge.” Lisa hummed.

Well, If I had her permission...

Hoseok P.O.V

“Where’s Areum?” I asked as I held onto Cynthia’s shoulder. I didn’t even notice that we were already to the quarters. I must’ve fell asleep. “She’s getting treated.” Cynthia laid me on my door post allowing me to catch my composure again. Cynthia sighs as she dusts off her red dress that she always wears whenever she’s going out. Unlike me, she could go out whenever she pleases. Her identity hasn’t been given out yet so that’s why she’s our lurer. She lures people with her “charm” so we could eventually handle business with them. “You know.” She walks a little closer to me, feeling my cheek to make sure that the small cut would be okay “If she keeps getting you in danger like this then I’m not sure if she’s the perfect cut for this mafia.” “Cynthia.” I sighed and pulled away from her fingers. “Not this again. Areum is just as deserving as you are.” “What Hoseok, we all know it. She can’t even fend for herself. What makes you think she could fend for you? You’re only putting her in danger, not only her us! The whole mafia empire.” She got a bit mad but she soon calmed down by the look I was giving her. “I’m tired alright, can’t we talk about this some other time?” Cynthia gave me one last look before she went her own way. She had a mission this morning but I had a whole bunch of overdue sleeping to do until I get back on my feet again. I went inside of my room, not even caring to turn on the lights. I just kicked my shoes off and threw my body on the big master bed awaiting me. It felt amazing but yet so empty without Areum lying by my side. As I wrapped myself in the covers I couldn’t help but to think about Cynthia’s words. She was right, if people found us out then it would be over for us as we know it but...

I guess I’m a sucker for her love but I know that this chapter will soon come to an end. It’ll take a miracle if it’s a good one. ~

I hope you guys enjoyed, if you want me to add something more spicy my dms and asks are always open :) Please like this so it gives me motivation to go on! Also, do you like the cover work?

Your friend,

TemptingEmpress

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