#I don't know if the pig versions are the kind to sit down for conversation

[rawliverandgoronspice]

I wonder how long it would take for drama to break out, if Ganon's various incarnations sat at one table

Betting on less than a minute, on account of Ganondorf probably hating having to watch himself existing as modeled by his treatment of Phantom Ganon.

[bingbongsupremacy]

Once Upon A Time Pt. 1

Pairing: Big Bad Wolf!Eddie Munson x Little Pig!Reader

Warnings: Use of Y/N, I haven't seen OUAT in a bit, so this isn't going to really follow the plot, Fairytale Wolf Eddie calls reader 'Little Pig' in a non-mean nickname type way (Since she's one of the three little pigs)

Summary: Once Upon A Time style AU. Before they were sent to Storybrooke, Y/N was one of the three little pigs, a group of three sisters who broke away from their town to build a life on their own. Everything was fine until Eddie the Wolf came knocking at their doors. In a strange twist of fate, Eddie and Y/N fell in love. A curse is placed over their kingdom, sending them into another world. One where they don't know they're in love. The curse begins to crack when Eddie and Y/N start to get to know each other. Will they ever learn the truth?

*Not Proof Read*

No specific mention of body type or race.

*****

"You're staring." Nancy gently taps on my arm, pulling me away from the man seated in the far corner of the diner.

The man, a local music store owner named Eddie Munson, sits with his face towards us. His black curly hair is tied up in a messy bun that allows a few stray pieces and his bangs to frame his face. His brows are furrowed in concentration as his eyes are fixed on the newspaper in his hands. His lips quietly whisper the words he's reading along to. He's dressed in a Guns 'N' Roses band tee and black ripped jeans, an outfit he wears versions of daily.

He's a daily regular.

"I wasn't." I deny as I begin scrubbing harder on the diner counter. No matter how many times I clean it, there's always a lingering sticky feel.

Nancy sighs. "Look, you can't keep doing this to yourself. You need to move on if you're not going to make a move. You're torturing yourself. What about...what about Argyle? He's free." She leans back against the counter, folding her arms over her chest as she watches me.

I shake my head. "Argyle's in a very committed relationship with his bong." I joke. "Nance, I know nothing's going to come of it. I just...I can't help it. It's like I'm drawn to him. Something about him feels familiar. It's like we're connected or something."

"Someone's reached a new level of delusional." Robin teases while coming to stand next to us.

I know they're right. It's a stupid crush that I need to get over. I don't understand why it's so difficult for me to move on from this man. I've only ever talked to him to take his order. Occassionally we'll joke, but it's never been much more than that. It's not like we've had a romantic, movie-worthy moment.

My friends break away from our conversation to continue finishing their tasks. I let out a small sigh and drop my rag into a bucket full of sanitizer. I glance over at the diner booth where Eddie is sitting once again. For a brief moment, he makes eye contact with me and sends a small polite smile in my direction.

Butterflies erupt in my stomach. I return the gesture before tearing my gaze away and forcing myself to calm down. I need to get over this.

-----

I bite my lip nervously while staring up at the sign above the building. 'Eddie's Music Shop' stares down at me, making the nerves in my stomach tumble even more.

Why did this place have to be the only store in town selling the latest The Runaways cassette? I guess I don't have to buy the cassette for Robin. I could always get her some new craft supplies.

But she's been talking about this band for months. She'd love their new cassette.

I need to do this for Robin. It's just a crush, Y/N. Get over it.

I take a breath and force myself into the building. Inside is exactly how I expected. The building's decorations fit the energy of Eddie perfectly, with posters from bands I've seen him wear t-shirts of handing on the walls under dim lights. Instruments of all kinds are hung on the walls or on the floor. Near the front of the store is a section dedicated to practice books. I follow a sign that says 'albums and cassettes'. Rows and rows of albums and cassettes make my eyes widen.

How am I going to find the right one?

"Good morning!" A voice says from the back of the store. The owner of the voice pushes past a cloth that hangs over the 'employee only' section, revealing Eddie. Eddie smiles at me, his eyes crinkling slightly. Today, his hair hangs loose around his head. He's wearing a Metallica shirt, which is slightly tucked into his usual ripped black jeans. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Uh-" I reply with a blink. I've never spoken to him outside of the diner, something that's very surprising seeing as we live in a tiny town. "The Runaways?" I struggle to form a sentence.

Eddie's eyes glimmer in amusement. " We definitely have The Runaways. We have everything you could ever want here. Let me show you where you can find their stuff." Eddie begins to lead me down the long rows of music.

I take in the different genres available as we pass through the rows. He truly does have everything. From Madonna to Iron Maiden to David Bowie to Hall and Oats.

We stop in front of a section labeled Riot Grrrl & Punk Classics. Eddie crouches down without hesitation, flipping through the tapes with practiced fingers. He hums as he searches-loud enough that I can make out the tune. It’s 'Cherry Bomb.'

Of course.

"Here we go," he says, pulling out the cassette like he’s drawing a sword from a stone. "The Runaways-legendary, chaotic, a little unhinged. Just the way I like my music."

He stands and offers it to me with a crooked grin. His hair falls over one shoulder, and I get caught staring at the way his rings glint against the cassette case.

"It’s not for me," I say too quickly, grabbing it before I think better of it. "It’s for a friend. Robin."

"Robin Buckley?" he asks, eyes lighting up with recognition. "Tall, talks fast, always smells like paint thinner and conspiracy theories?"

I laugh. "Yeah, that’s her."

"She’s cool," he says, nodding. "Tell her to swing by sometime. I’ve got some Blondie bootlegs she’d probably sell her soul for." He pauses. "Or, you know… you could come back and pick ’em up for her. If you want."

His voice is so casual I almost miss the way his eyes flick up to mine. Hopeful. Like he doesn’t say things like that often. Like maybe it scared him to.

Before I can respond, he’s already walking back toward the counter. "Take your time looking around," he calls over his shoulder. "Everything here’s good for the soul. Some of it’s even alphabetized."

I stand there a second longer than I should, cassette in hand, heart rattling like a snare drum in my chest.

That night, I lie awake with the tape sitting on my bedside table, spine facing me. The Runaways. I should feel normal about this. It’s just a music store. He’s just a guy.

Except… he isn’t.

I’ve never talked to him like that before. Never outside the diner. Never with more than a few seconds of eye contact or a mumbled thanks when I refilled his coffee. But there’s something about him that clicks. Like hearing a familiar melody you didn’t know you knew. Like déjà vu, but stronger.

It feels like I know him from a different life. One where we talk about more than just coffee and cassettes.

---

The diner is mostly dark now, save for the hum of the overhead lights and the soft clink of silverware as I tidy up the counter. Nancy and Robin left over an hour ago, and the cook’s back in the kitchen blasting some old jazz record I’ve never heard. It’s just me out here.

Well-me and Eddie.

He’s perched in his usual booth, boots up on the seat across from him, head buried in a battered paperback. The book’s spine is so cracked it looks like it’s been read a hundred times. Probably has. He always brings it with him. Never the same page, though.

"So, did Robin like the cassette?" He asks out of the blue, pulling me from my tasks.

I blink, surprised he remembered. With a coffee pot in hand, I walk over to his table. He probably needs a refill by now. "Yeah. She freaked out. Said she’d name her first-born child after you."

Eddie smirks. "She better not. Poor kid."

There’s a beat of silence before I shift on my feet. I bite my lip and glance at him. "What about you?"

"Hm?" He hums, glancing up from his mug.

"What kind of music do you actually like? I’ve only ever seen you in band tees. You’re kind of a mystery."

He leans back, dramatic as ever. "Ah, peeling back the layers of the enigmatic Eddie Munson, are we?"

I roll my eyes. "Just curious."

He taps his rings on the edge of his mug, thoughtful. "I mean, yeah, I love the heavy stuff-Black Sabbath, Metallica, you name it. But I don't despise everything else. I mean, I do own a music store. Jazz, rock, and some pop. I'll listen to it if it's playing on the radio."

I smile, surprised but not surprised. "Quite the music man."

"That I am." He agrees.

"Need a refill?" I ask while eyeing his halfway full cup.

He looks up and grins, pushing the mug toward me. "Absolutely. This stuff tastes like battery acid, and I’m kind of into it now. Stockholm syndrome, maybe."

I laugh softly and pour. "That’s the true diner experience."

We both fall quiet in a comfortable silence. I go to fill his cup when our hands touch.

The contact is brief. Barely there.

But the world fractures.

-----Flashback-----

I slam the door shut and slide the bolt into place just as a low, sinister chuckle echoes through the trees.

"Oh, come on, little pig," a voice purrs from outside. "That house of sticks didn’t last long. What makes you think bricks are any better?"

I was terrified this would happen. Days ago, he blew down the home of my middle sister. It's the second home of ours, he's destroyed it. Thankfully, Robin was able to make it to my home before the wolf got to her. The first house he destroyed was my youngest sister's. Nancy was luckily nowhere near the house when the wolf decided to attack.

"What do we do, Y/N?" Robin asks, anxiously pacing the house. "He-he's going to come in here and kill us."

Nancy tries to comfort her. "It'll be okay, Rob. We'll be okay." Nancy tries to keep the panic out of her voice. "Right, Y/N? We'll be okay."

It tears me apart to see my younger sisters so scared. I need to protect them.

"That's right, Nance. We're going to be okay." My heart pounds. I press my back to the door, turning my attention back to the threat outside. "You won’t get in."

"Hm. Sounds like a challenge. I've always loved a challenge."

Heavy footsteps crunch across the forest floor. The scent of pine and smoke fills the air. Something snarls low in the trees, but I know it’s not a random beast.

It’s him.

The Wolf.

He appears in the clearing with a confidence that makes the hairs on my arms rise. Dark curls fall loose around his face, and he’s all leather and shadow and hunger. His piercing, glowing eyes stare straight into mine through the peephole, like he knows I'm watching him. They're captivating and truly take my breath away, some of the most beautiful yet dangerous things I've ever seen. But it’s his smile that terrifies me most-sharp, wicked, amused.

"I could blow this place down in one breath," he murmurs, stepping onto my porch. "But I’m feeling generous tonight."

My throat goes dry. "You want to eat us. That’s why you’re here."

He shrugs, licking his pearly white teeth. "Maybe. Or maybe I’m just bored. Why don't you come out here and find out, little pig? I promise I don't bite. Well, that might be a tiny little white lie."

I swallow hard. "If you’re really that hungry…: My eyes trail to the stove in the kitchen. Inside, a warm loaf of bread is baking. It sparks an idea. "I could make you something."

He pauses. The grin falters-just barely, at the offer. "Food?" He echoes.

"Yes. A meal. It's chilly out there, especially at this time. I'm sure you could use something home cooked to warm you up." I try to keep my tone level.

He stares at me through the peephole, somehow studying me like I’m a puzzle he hasn’t solved yet. Then, slowly, he nods. "Alright. One dinner. And I won’t eat you."

My shoulders sag in relief.

"But just tonight," he adds with a wink. "Tomorrow's a new day. And I don't like to make promises I can't keep."

The visits become nightly.

He never says why he keeps coming back-but he does. My best guess would be the food. Every evening, I meet him at the edge of the trees, a basket of food in hand. I serve him stew, or bread, or roasted roots. He lounges on the stone wall outside our brick house, eating with his fingers, licking the last of the salt from them with slow satisfaction.

True to his word, he doesn't attempt to attack me, my family, or my home.

"You realize this doesn’t change anything," he says on the fifth night. "Tomorrow I could eat all three of you."

"And I’ll be here tomorrow with supper," I shoot back. "I'm making a pie."

We fall into a rhythm. A strange, delicate balance of threat and… something else. The sharpness in his smile dulls. The once intimidating glimmer of danger in his eyes fades into a smug look. His posture softens. He laughs- really laughs- when I scold him for nearly crushing my freshly planted flowerbeds.

One night, as I hand him a plate, our fingers brush.

His gaze lingers on mine. "You’re not afraid of me anymore, are you, little pig?"

"I probably should be. But..." I glance at the wolf. "I'm not."

Although we've been eating together every night for months, we've never shared our names. To me, he's been Wolf. To him, I've been Little Pig.

Tonight, curiosity gets the best of me.

"What's your name, Wolf? Your real name." I ask while taking a bite of my food.

I can feel the wolf's gaze on me as he thinks about whether he should answer truthfully or not. Finally, he responds.

"Eddie. My name is Eddie. Yours, Little Pig?" He eyes me curiously.

"My name is Y/N.

Eddie doesn't respond. He simply observes me, his eyes scanning over my face for a few minutes, like he's curious. " Y/N, I won't eat you. Not tonight."

I smirk, a small confidence bubbling in my chest. It's something that's grown over the past few months of meeting with the wolf every night. "You always say that, Eddie." His name rolls off my tongue.

But that night, he says nothing more.

And for the first time, I find myself watching him walk back into the forest… wishing he didn’t have to leave.

-----Present-----

I drop the coffee pot.

Glass shatters against the tile. The loud crash jolts me out of the vision-but not fast enough.

The lights above flicker violently, buzzing and sparking. The floor hums beneath my shoes like something ancient just woke up.

Eddie’s already standing, his sketchbook forgotten, eyes locked onto mine.

"You saw that too?" he says, low.

I nod, breath catching in my throat. "You were a wolf."

"You cooked for me," he murmurs, like he’s remembering it piece by piece. "And I-I spared you?" He's confused. We both are.

The diner goes still.

Neither of us moves.

Neither of us speaks.

My heart races in my chest, and I can still feel the heat of the fire, the weight of the basket in my arms, the way he watched me like I was the one thing in the forest worth sparing.

I look down at the spilled coffee.

"I’ll-I’ll clean this up." I stammer while backing away, needing to create some distance between the two of us to process what just happened.

I flee to the back, pretending my hands aren’t shaking.

Behind me, Eddie mutters under his breath, almost too quiet to hear.

"I’ll be back tomorrow."

And this time… there’s no threat in it.

Just confusion and a promise.

-----

The bell over the diner's door jingles, and I already know who it is before I look up. He's on time, like always.

Eddie Munson strolls in, his rings clinking softly as he adjusts the strap of his guitar case over his shoulder. He’s wearing another band tee-Judas Priest this time-and a dark denim jacket with a tear near the shoulder.

He told me yesterday he’d be back.

And here he is.

I don’t know whether to feel flattered or nervous. My hands are already sweating. Last night left me so emotionally confused.

He spots me behind the counter, offers a small, tight-lipped smile, and slides into the same booth as before.

Everything in me wants to ask if he remembers what happened last night.

But we don’t bring it up.

I grab a notepad and head over. "You want the usual?" I ask, pen ready, voice a little too casual.

Eddie taps his fingers against the table. "Hm. Let’s mix it up today. Surprise me."

I nod once and write something down, grateful for the excuse to look away from his eyes. Those beautiful eyes, the same ones that looked so dangerous in whatever hallucination I saw yesterday. "Bold of you to trust me."

"I’m feeling brave." His smile tilts. "Could be worse. I could’ve asked for the house special."

"You just did."

He chuckles at that, and something in me eases. Just a little.

As I turn to leave, a man at the counter stands abruptly and knocks into my shoulder with enough force to throw me off balance.

"Watch it," he grunts, not even looking back.

I stumble sideways-and right into Eddie’s booth. His hands are out in a flash, grabbing my arms to steady me.

Once again, flesh meets flesh.

And the diner fades.

-----Flashback-----

The setting sun peaks out from above the treetops, casting a warm glow on the earth. The air is colder tonight, kissed with the scent of pine and the lingering smoke of someone’s faraway fire. I shiver as I spread the blanket out in the small clearing, smoothing the edges over the soft grass and dirt. It'll be winter soon. I don't know how we're going to continue our dinners in the cold.

I set down the small bundle of food I’ve prepared -roasted vegetables, baked apples, and a little tin of dried meat I bartered for. I don't do it often, but I know that a predator like Eddie needs meat to survive. Even though most of my meals lack meat, Eddie never complains. Not about the food, anyway.

Something rustles behind me.

I freeze, my heart doing a stutter-step of recognition and fear. "You’re early," I call over my shoulder with a small smile, though it falters when I hear nothing in response.

No gravelly tease. No dramatic entrance. No wolfish grin.

The hairs on my arms rise. I have a feeling this isn't the wolf.

I stand slowly and turn, my suspicions confirmed immediately.

It’s someone else.

A man, draped in dark armor. Leather and bone. His face is shadowed by a hood, but I catch the glint of a curved blade at his hip.

"You live nearby?" His voice is low, oily.

I don’t answer.

"Pretty spot. Pretty girl," he murmurs, stepping closer. "Love the setup. It's like you were waiting for me."

I take a step back. "I don’t want any trouble."

"Oh, I do."

I barely hear the growl before he appears.

A blur of black curls and fury crashes into the clearing from the woods, knocking the stranger to the ground with a snarl so sharp it scrapes against the bones of my ears.

Eddie.

But not the version I've grown to know over the past few months. A version much more dangerous than the one I met on our first night, when he threatened to kill me.

This is the completely animalistic version of Eddie.

Fangs bared. Hands curled into claws. Eyes burning with something primal and dark.

He roars as he pins the man down, slashing at the leather armor with a snarl. The intruder struggles beneath him, slamming an elbow into Eddie’s ribs-and I see it. The flash of silver as the intruder draws his blade.

"Eddie!"

He turns just in time to catch the blade across his side.

The scream that tears from my throat doesn’t sound like mine.

Blood splashes the grass.

Eddie doesn’t stop. He rips the weapon from the man’s hands and hurls it across the clearing. "Run, and don't come back. I will know if you're here. I will know if you're in town. I will chase you down. I will rip your throat out. Leave them in peace." he growls, and the man does as he's told, disappearing into the dark like smoke on the wind.

Eddie stumbles, breath heaving. He turns toward me, and the snarl drops from his face, his furious expression replaced with pain.

"What the hell were you thinking?" I rush to him, hands already shaking. "You’re bleeding-"

"It’s fine." He lets out a staggered breath, groaning as he inspects his injured side.

"It’s not fine!"

"You tried to warn me. Why?" He asks.

I blink, trying to understand why I didn't just leave Eddie to handle everything on his own. "I know you. I know you aren't going to hurt me. I didn't know him."

He’s still looking at me, eyes wild and confused. Like, he doesn’t understand why he came. Why he attacked. Why he protected me.

"You were hurt," I whisper, more gently now. "Come on. I’ll clean it up."

His brows furrow. "I didn’t come here to help you," he says, like he’s trying to remind himself. "I came to threaten your house again."

"Yeah, well." I reach for his arm and guide him toward the house in question. "You kind of blew your whole ‘big, bad’ image just now. No pun intended."

He lets me help him sit on a chair at the dining table, groaning slightly. Blood stains the hem of his shirt. "Guess I’ll have to huff and puff extra hard tomorrow. Can't let others think I'm going soft now, can I?"

I pause as I soak a cloth with water. "Will you actually come back tomorrow?"

He doesn’t answer right away.

Instead, he looks at me-not like prey, not like a joke. Like I’m something he doesn’t know what to do with. Something dangerous in a way that scares him.

"I don’t know what’s happening to me," he admits, voice raw.

I press the cloth to his side, gently. "Me either."

The house is quiet since both of my sisters are visiting friends tonight. It's just the two of us.

I finish tending the wound in silence, careful not to look at him too long. I’m afraid if I do, I’ll start to understand something I’m not ready to say out loud. It's confusing, the way my feelings have changed for this man over the span of months.

Somewhere along the way, my fear faded as Eddie started to become my friend. His obviously empty threats didn't scare me anymore. Somewhere along the way, I realized that what Eddie truly wanted wasn't food. It wasn't even my house. He didn't want to kill. He wanted a friend, and the only way he knew how to get the interaction he was so desperately wanting was through bugging others.

And now, I think that fear has turned into a crush.

That terrifies me.

When I finish, Eddie stands up, ready to leave. "Thank you, Y/N." He mutters quietly. "I’ll be back tomorrow."

Not to huff. Not to puff. Not to blow the house down.

Just... back. To be with me.

-----Present-----

The vision ends.

The lights flicker again -less violently this time, but enough to make Eddie drop his hands from my arms like they burned him.

We stare at each other.

I can feel the phantom weight of his bloodied shirt and the heat of the hearth.

"Second time," he mutters, his voice low and unsettled. "That’s… that’s not normal, right?"

"Definitely not," I say, still trying to steady my breath. The air feels thicker now. "I don’t know what’s going on, but… I’ve got this weird feeling. Like this isn’t just some freak coincidence."

Eddie shifts uncomfortably, raking a hand through his hair. "How are we both seeing the exact same things? Same people. Same place. And it feels so real. Like… like we’ve actually lived it."

"I know," I whisper. "It doesn’t feel like a dream. Or a hallucination. It feels like-" I stop myself, unsure how to finish the sentence.

"Like a memory," he says for me. He meets my eyes, and the look in them makes my chest feel too tight. "But that’s insane. That can’t be possible."

"Then what is it?"

He doesn’t answer.

I glance around the diner, still mostly empty except for the cook and a few other regulars scattered around the room. The overhead lights stop flickering, and the hum of the building returns to normal, but nothing feels normal.

"I want answers," I say quietly. "Whatever this is… I’m not just gonna ignore it."

Eddie nods, jaw tight. "Me either. I want to figure out what the hell is happening to us."

There’s a pause. The weight of it all settles between us.

"When do you get off work?" he asks.

"In an hour. Why?"

"I’ll wait outside," he says simply. "We can talk. Figure this out or find someone who can help us figure it out." He pauses for a moment. "I think I know someone who can help us."

I nod, heartbeat still thrumming in my ears. "Okay." I agree.

A knowing feeling settles in my gut. An instinct.

Somehow, Eddie and I are connected, and I have a feeling it runs deeper than sharing dinners together.

[razypie]

hello rie ~

I just wanted to say that I think you’re amazing and ILY!!

I’m really grateful to how you’re always so supportive and your posts, comments and reblogs always make my day a little brighter!

I was wondering if you have an HCs or Idea about how the situation in Jinyoungs basement is like? Maybe a small conversation between Daniel, Samuel and Johan?

I hope you have a wonderful day!!💖💕💓

heya ying! you're actually the first one to drop an ask here tysmm 😭

aww thank you so much for your kind words~ ily tooo you're like one of my first friends here 🥺❣️

also, i think you guys who are always active in the fandom posting hcs and fanfics deserve appreciation so i take my time commenting to show it hehe and yeah, i usually don't write headcanons and just publish crack posts because that's all im good at lol but since ily, imma do my best. 🤗🤗

i had fun writing these, btw. i hope you like it! 💓💓

~

A Glimpse in Jinyoung Park's Basement (Headcanons)

most of these are scenarios and in Jinyoung's POV

Being a madman of a scientist Jinyoung Park is, he kept himself busy and always cooped up inside his lab.

He's probably spending most of his time formulating drugs and injecting them to his newfound guinea pigs, namely:

Daniel: the mysterious guy Eugene brought to him. He was shocked to discover his body's completeness and continued to inject drugs into him to test his limits. But ever since finding his secret about his two bodies, he decided to leave him in deep sleep (as shown in the webtoon). This is to probably wake up his other body (little Daniel) since he kept this body awake for too long. His other body might die of fatigue.

Next was Johan: He'd be unconscious the entire time (a well-deserved rest for the poor guy who's been soloing for too long) and if ever he wakes up, it'd just be for a short time and Jinyoung would probably go easy on him because he sees that he wasn't "smiling" and didn't attempt to smooth talk him like Daniel did. So he wasn't that harsh on him and just gave him sleep shots and pain relievers. He'd probably notice his right eye, too. and oh my god, I think Jinyoung Park might be able to cure his eyes 🥹😭😭 (yes im rly holding on to that pls daddy jinyoung i believe you're rly a nice guy 🥺)

On the other hand, Samuel 💀💀: Poor kid constantly triggers Jinyoung's sadistic tendencies to the point of using "toys" to basically toy with him. 💀 The scene where he screamed when he woke up in the lab probably pissed off Jinyoung and gave him a bad impression (the old man's p sensitive lol). Because of that, he's now getting most of Jinyoung's wack test drugs 🥹 (rip sammy big F)

The mad scientist seems to know the workings of body switching, based on his reaction to Daniel. So, it's either he knows one with the same case, or he might be even one of them too, or... he's the one responsible for the "switching between two bodies" phenomenon (a failed experiment, perhaps?)

Jinyoung also mentioned how he hated smiling when he talked to Daniel: he could be referring to a person's optimism/carefreeness (prolly consciousness or sanity too), he hated how people are breezily living their life without worries, unlike him who suffered all his life living on edge struck with anxiety (i might also just be overthinking that scene lol).

Although, Jinyoung had some sane moments when he'd sit down and talk to himself/to his three unconscious labrats. He goes on and on about his good ol' days in their fist gang: armwrestling with Gapryong, zooming around Seoul with their driver, Noh Bakgu, and keeping in touch with them and their fist's other members.

He talked about how he was filled with joy after receiving the news of Gapryong finally having a child with his wife--and how he proudly told how he closely resembled him.

He talked about how he would've loved to meet his mini version, and talk about life after they disbanded.

But hearing about his found brother's assassination devastated him, how it remained a mystery all these years kept him awake at night. He's had intrusive thoughts on who might've killed their leader, and they took a severe toll on his mental stability.

Jinyoung, through Noh Bakgu and Choi Bongae, was able to convene all their remaining members to help him out crack the unsolved case.

He's also heard of Chungcheong's 1st Gen King, Kwak Jichang, who offered his and his gang's hand in the investigation. He wants to personally meet him to show his gratitude for his aid.

Aside from gang stories, he would share some of his personal life too: what his childhood dream was (to become a community doctor), how his life was like outside fights, and meeting the only woman he ever loved, but eventually had to give her up to his childhood friend so that she won't get roped into gang wars.

His ramblings and storytelling usually end up with him getting stressed and agitated at the memory of Gapryong's death, which would activate his unhinged state.

His trigger word is obviously "ELITE" lol mine's ch*rles cho* we twinning

But if any of them is awake tho, Samuel, most of the time, he'd ask more about how Gapryong was like in their younger years (yeah he's still gapryong's #1 fangirl duh) which makes his ramblings a lot longer, easing his stress/anger levels... up until he gets ticked off by Samuel's cocky attitude and subjects him to more of his ruthless experiments.

(he's actually glad he at least has an audience for his stories, it lightens up the burden he'd been carrying)

HE CURES JOHAN'S EYES I MANIFEST 🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯

He's a clean freak, a germophobe. So when he saw Samuel's doodled sketch pad of a body, it irked him. He didn't want to keep him in his lab, but he had no choice. Jinyoung's annoyance grew more when he opened his mouth.

90% certain Jinyoung purposely didn't wrap Samuel's nether regions with the restraint strap to torture his balls with how freezing the aircon temp is (in hopes of toning down his bitchyness). 💀💀

Bonus HCs for when when Allied Crew + Jake infiltrate the 1st Affiliate

Daniel, Johan, and Samuel would have a conversation, most likely when Jinyoung Park isn't in the lab and forced to deal with the trespassers.

All three of them are bald by that point. 😭😭

Johan would be the first one to wake up (being the one who suffered the least. talk about Jinyoung picking favorites 😤😤)

He wakes up Daniel and Samuel.

Little Daniel had passed out during a fight inside the First Affiliate premises. He shot his eyes open and immediately squinted at the huge blinding lights above him. Finally, he woke up in his other body.

Of course, Daniel has already formulated a plan to escape.

Daniel: thank GOD this body is still alive. *faces the other two* johan? samuel? i don't know why they locked you two up down here too but im glad that you are both alive. and I have a plan how to get out of here, so let's g--

Johan and Samuel, in unison: you're bald.

Daniel, seeing his reflection in one of the steel tables: WHAT THE HELL??

Daniel: you guys are the one to talk though. you're bald as eggs too.

Samuel: yeah no shit kid i was awake when that sadist doctor fucking shaved my head. no need to remind me of the trauma.

Johan: oH FUCK… I-I'M BALD!?

Daniel: what's the matter, johan?

Johan, in tears: MOM WOULD FUCKING KILL ME.

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i-- sorry some of these are just unserious. i just had to 😭

[elles-writing]

Flowers for a girl

A/N: This still comes back sometimes, so I thought why not to write it down, though I don't exactly remember some parts of it for some reason (is it ptsd? idk), but in Middle-Earth AU, Kili is little younger (12-13 in human years, in TH he'd be like 16-17 i guess. Reader is 10-11 years old) and it happens before TH events. It's something different than I usually write, because it's based off on my personal experiences, so...yeah.

I wanted to write it down mainly for myself, to accept my past. If this is happening to you, please seek for help!! Better be safe than sorry. If you'd needed to, my ask box and messages are open, if you need to talk.

Warnings/triggers: description of emotional and physical bullying, body shaming, very low self esteem of reader, hints of swearing, eating disorder thoughts, mention of catcalling

If any of these is triggering you, please don't read this story!! Even if there is fluff, there are still these.

"Look at that fatty," one of the boys laughed into her direction. Y/n felt tears swelling in her eyes.

Don't cry, don't cry.

"How much do you weight? I bet as much as a pig!"

"You are so ugly and fat!" The other one said and pushed her. Y/n tried to do anything, but she was too scared.

"No, give it back, that's mine!" She said, when the boys took her sketchbook.

"Look at those drawings, they're like so bad," one of them pointed at them.

"Give it to me back!" She tried to grab him, but he put his arm up.

Don't cry, please, don't cry, not now...

"Ah, then come and get it!" He runned away, and Elle tried to catch him, but he was quicker.

"Ha! You out of breath already, you ugly fat pig? C'mon, come for it!" Him and other boys laughed. Y/N tried to catch his shirt, but he was running and jumping around.

"Look at how she jumps, look at her! It's like pudding!" They laughed. Y/N felt tears to come up into her eyes.

Don't cry, not now, you can't...

"Look, she's gonna cry!" You looked away, blinking furiously.

You can't cry in front of them.

"Leave her alone!" A voice came from behind the boys. They all looked back at him.

Y/N couldn't see him, she was shorter than them, and they were around her in a circle.

"Or what?" Said one.

"Look, the fatty got a boyfriend, eww!" One of the boys, and Y/N wanted to hide somewhere. She felt scared, shameful, and embarrassed.

Who would have ever loved her?

"Look, she's not speaking," they pushed her and Elle let out a surprised gasp as she fell to the ground.

"I'm saying it again, leave her alone," the other boy said. She looked around, and noticed him looking at her. She blushed, and looked away. He was handsome.

She knew she will hear about it later.

"Or what? What are you?"

"I'm Kili, from the line of Durin, and I would suggest you to get out, if you don't want me to kill you," he growled out, and Y/N felt fear rising in her. Would he hurt her?

Kili pointed the tip of one of his daggers to the main boy's throat, who then quickly took his friends and went away. They even threw her her sketchbook back.

"Did they hurt you?" Kili asked, then looked down at her for the first time.

She refused to look at him at first, but then she did. She was scared, and reminded Kili of a bunny.

She could be around ten years old. She was a human, he guessed, based on her ears.

"No, I'm...I'm okay," Y/N whispered and looked away.

"Thank you," she muttered.

"What happened? Why did they followed you?" Y/N looked down in her lap.

"I was drawing and reading here. I think they seen me, and went after me...it's been my safe place," You whispered.

"I can stay with you, in case they would come back," Kili offered before he thought of it. At this point, he was sitting down next to her.

"I-I don't know. They would laugh at both of us..." she said quietly, fearing of a wave of laugh. Kili furrowed his brows.

"How long has this been happening to you?"

"For over a year..." you said.

"I'm Y/n," she said a little awkwardly.

"I'm Kili," Kili introduced himself, remembering how his mother taught him to introduce himself.

"So that's decided, I'm staying with you," he said, and muttered some curses in Khuzdul, as he thought about the group.

"H-here, take my coat. It's getting cold," he said. She smiled nervously.

"Don't worry, I won't let them hurt you anymore," He offered her a smile, and she decided to take his offer, though she hoped he won't comment on her warming up face, or her body. She liked him, he was not just handsome, but actually kind to her.

It has never happened to her ever before, with a guy, who was a stranger...

The coat was big on her (that was a huge relief) and she cuddled into it.

"So, what are we going to do now?"

"Well, I-" Y/N didn't finished her sentence, because the first drop fell on her head, and other quickly started following. She gasped and quickly put her belongings to her bag. As she finished, it was raining heavily now. Her hair was soaking wet, sticking to her head.

Now he will see how I'm ugly, and laugh at me and call me names, and- she wanted to cry. Kili noticed her expression.

"So they did hurt you? Where is it?" Y/n shook her head, as they walked in the heavy rain.

"N-no, I just...I hope the sketchbook didn't got wet," she decided for the safer version.

"But you got wet. Where do you live?"

"Well...around twenty minutes of walk," Y/N said, so if anything, he wouldn't try to find her, though she was kind. But just to be safe.

"I'll take you home with me, it's not that far," Kili offered, and you quickly turned to him. He was kind, but her parents warned her about going somewhere with strangers.

"I-I think it's okay, thank you for your offer,"

"You are going to get wet to bone if you keep walking," Kili said and Y/N looked at him, but quickly looked away. The rain sticked Kili's hair and clothes to his body, and she blushed.

He surely has a girlfriend, don't be stupid, she snapped at herself.

He would never want to be with you, you are a child, and he is older. And he is super kind and handsome.

"Alright, then...I will go with you," you said unsurely. She thought she would think of something, if anything would go wrong. Plus, he was a prince. Y/N doubted he would do anything like this, if he was a prince.

"Amad, I'm home!" Kili said as he closed the door behind him. Y/N curiously looked around. It was a nice small house, with the smell of bread hanging in the air.

"Come with me," Kili said, and as Y/N was about to make a step, she noticed the puddle, and how she was soaked.

Before Y/N knew it, she was sitting in clean dry clothes, borrowed from Kili, wrapped in sweater and a blanket, sipping on warm tea.

"Kili, who is this?" Dis asked her son quietly. Kili looked at the human girl.

"Well, some boys called her names, so I went there, and then started raining, so I told her to come with me, because she told me she lives futher away, and she was soaking wet already..." Dis nodded, though she eyed her son, if he wasn't hiding anything.

"Where do you live, dearie?" Dis asked the little girl, who shyly looked around.

"I live near that small forest, my family owns multiple fields, and we work there," she admitted to the woman, who introduced herself as Dis.

"Would you like to have anything else to eat?" She offered her. Y/N shook her head. She didn't wanted to embarrass herself, and look like all she could do was to eat.

"No, thank you for your offer," she smiled, and carefully sipped on her tea.

The rain stopped, and Dis went with the girl where she lived, to explain what happened, and make sure she was safe.

Kili didn't seen the girl for next couple days, but when he was on the hunt in the forests, he overheard a conversation.

"He was cute, brown eyes and he was kind to me," Smile stretched across his lips, as he recognized that voice. He wasn't considered as too attractive among his kin, but hearing this made his heart warm up.

"Blue eyes are prettier, aren't they?" a voice of another girl said. Y/N was quiet.

"Well, they just are. Brown eyes aren't that pretty," the girl said.

"Don't you think so?" She turned to Y/N.

"W-well, um, depends on a person, I think?" The other girl got up.

"They are prettier." Kili could clearly see how Y/N looked down, and she seemed to feel sad.

He walked away, with thoughts of Y/N in his head, when he suddenly overheard some voices in the distance.

"Do you think we will find the pig today?"

"Probably. Her and her ugly drawings."

"It's not just her drawings who is ugly," the boys laughed.

"Do you remember her? 'Don't do that,' and then she went and started swearing back at us,"

"We are going to get her back, don't worry. She's slow runner, what about if we would take her things and made her run around? She would lose some weight at least."

"Great idea," other boys said. Kili felt his blood boiling.

How dare they to talk about her this way?

As the boys walked along, Kili prepared to scare them a little, but then he overheard another things.

"The guy who protected her, he has horrible taste in girls."

"Yeah, what a jerk. And those eyes the small fat pig made on him," one of them widely opened his eyes and wildly started blinking. The other boys were laughing.

Kili gripped his bow. He didn't knew the girl too much, but nobody deserved to be treated this way.

His arrows found their target quickly. The boys stopped, and looked around. Kili noticed they were really afraid, and smirked to himself.

When he came back home with two rabbits, he decided to go look around again. The sun was still not setting, so he still had some time.

His thoughts took him far away, and he didn't noticed he stepped on something, that felt like a pencil. He looked down, and realized it was a few pencils, hidden in grass, and when he looked around, he noticed sketchbook, hidden in old willow. If he wouldn't know what to look for, or didn't had as swift eyes, he wouldn't ever notice it.

He took the sketchbook out. It was familiar, and though he felt a little guilty, his curiousity was stronger.

He noticed a few sketches of trees, flowers and attempts of drawing people. They all were made with precision. They were not as realistic, but that certainly didn't mean they were not nice. It was drawn by someone, who was still learning, but truly excited about it.

Kili put it back carefully, and got back home.

It's been a few weeks, when he met the girl again. He came home with Fili from sword training, and his eyes widened when he noticed Dis with Y/N, chatting in the kitchen.

"Hi," she greeted them shyly.

"We have first strawberries, so I thought I would bring some for you," she shyly looked at Kili.

-

"Stop it," you muttered. Kili rose his brow.

"Oh, what is it?" He looked her into face, and noticed her shy smile, while he was grinning.

"You made me obsessed with these strawberry cakes your grandma bakes, can I have another one?" He made puppy eyes. Y/N sighed.

"Fine. But don't distract me, okay?" Y/N handed him the sweet pastry, and Kili winked at her.

"You're the best," He kissed her cheek quicker, than he thought of it. They both deeply blushed.

"Um, thank you, I suppose," Y/N muttered, and looked back into her sketchbook.

Meantime, when Kili chewed on his cake, Fili came back from his and Kili's room, and started reading a book. He started laughing, and Kili quickly took a look what was his brother laughing about.

"C'me read this, Y/N, this is so funny!" He said, but his smile froze, as he noticed her ashamed expression.

"What happened, Bunnie?" He used the nickname he gave her, because she loved bunnies. Y/N sighed.

"Well, um...it's embarrassing," she whispered.

"Neither of us will laugh at you, I promise," Fili said, and the girl looked at both of them. She took a deep breath.

"Icannotread," she muttered, and quickly looked away.

"You can't...read?" Y/N nodded shamefuly.

"It's, um...the school is too far for me to go  alone there, so, um...yeah." The brothers shared a look, which Y/N took in different meaning. She felt tears in her eyes, but Fili was quick enough to notice.

"No, we won't laugh at you, Y/N!" He said and pulled the girl into a bear hug. Kili quickly joined.

"Yeah, Bunnie, don't worry. We would never laugh at you," Y/N relaxed in the hug.

"Thank you," she muttered, and hugged them back.

They spend rest of the day by teaching her how to read, and write. Soon after, Y/N started studying with the brothers.

-

"You are distracting me," Y/N muttered, as Kili was kicking his legs back and forth. It was summer - over four months after they met. Y/N sat up on the tree, and Kili was sitting down on branch a little lower.

"How can be that possible?" He looked at her innocently. Y/N blushed, when she seen his big brown eyes in sunlight. They were in shades of melted gold and caramel.

"The tree is shaking, and I want to enjoy reading this book without distractions."

"I'm not a distraction!" Kili pouted.

"You are," Y/N offered him a smile, and got back to her book. Kili pouted a little more.

"Will you read it to me, then?" Y/N looked at him, and dramatically sighed.

"Fine. But let's sit down on the ground," Kili got down, and then he carefully placed his hands around her waist, Y/N placed her hands on his shoulders for support, and he put her down.

Y/N sat down, her back leaning against the tree, and Kili placed his head on her lap. Y/N smoothed her skirt and placed her book next to her, so she could read it, while playing with Kili's hair.

Y/N was the only one allowed to touch Kili's hair, aside from Kili's family. She never understood why dwarves were such touchy about their hair, but again, she was the same way, so she fully respected it.

Kili fell asleep after a while, on the sound of her voice.

-

"You the last cake I said was mine!" Y/N growled out and Kili laughed, but he quickly stopped laughing.

After the months of spending time together, running around the fields and archery lessons, she got much stronger, so her punches had strength and would hurt. Kili and Fili would never hit or fight with a girl, and though Y/N became like another part of the family, only tickle fights were allowed with her.

"You-you Kili!" Y/N was more upset than angry, and Kili started laughing again, as he was jumping around and trying to get away from her punches.

"Stop, Bunnie," and tickled her.

"N-NO-T T-HAT P-PLAC-E, K-KI-LI!" Kili grinned.

"Awn, who is ticklish?"

"I ha-te you!" Y/N slid her hand across the back of his neck, and Kili let out a squeal.

"N-NOO!" You giggled as you started tickling him.

"Gotcha," You sticked out your tongue on him, and quickly runned away to hide, before he would get you back.

You runned, but didn't noticed when you bumped into someone.

"Aah, long time no see," a voice said, and you shivered.

"You squeled on us, huh? Is that everything you can do? You loser," the boy said. Y/N kept quiet, with her head down.

"Oh, look guys, she's going to cry! What are you gonna do? Run to your mommy, or your friends? Go on, you tettle-tale." Elle felt tears in her eyes, and quickly looked up.

"I'm not a tettle-tell, I-"

"That's what you say, and then you will go and tell your mommy about 'the big boys are bullying you'," they laughed. Elle wished she could hide somewhere, and try to cry. She wasn't able to cry, even when she was alone, as she learned to hide her tears.

Whoosh

And then a yelp from the boys.

Y/N looked up and noticed the arrow in one of the surrounding trees. It was Kili's arrow.

"You told someone to spy?! You will pay for this later," one of the boys said, and then another two arrows pierced through the air. The boys quickly walked away, leaving her alone.

Kili runned out from behind the trees, and pulled her close to his chest. He started saying something angrily in Khuzdul, and Y/N was sure those were swear words.

"Shh, it's okay, I'm here," Kili whispered, when he finished his quick session of swear words. Y/N shook in his embrace.

"Let's go home," he said. They picked up his arrows, and went home.

Kili made Y/N tea and gave her his favourite sweater, which also happened to be her favourite as well.

When Y/N went to sleep, Kili checked her every few minutes. He felt guilty. He should've protected her better, stay with her.

He carefully sat to the edge of the bed, and slid his thumb softly over her cheek.

"I will make sure they get what they deserve," he muttered and softly caressed her cheek.

-

"Sure, I will go with Bella and Alia, you don't need to worry about me, I will be safe," Elle gave Kili a smile. Her two friends from her neighbourhood, with who she enjoyed to spend time too.

"I just don't want you to get hurt," he shrugged, and sharpened his dagger. Y/N started on brushing her hair.

"The boys won't do anything, if they meet us in a group. Plus Fili gave me that sharp dagger for my fourteenth birthday, I always keep in my shoe."

Kili looked at his friend, focused on brushing out the knots in her hair. Y/N grew up and changed the way she reacted to what other people told her. But that wasn't just what changed.

She grew up into a young woman. She was beautiful, and some girls were jealous of her because of it, but luckily, Y/N had great friends.

"You home, sleeping beauty?"

"Oh, of course I am!" Kili grinned as he heard Bella's voice.

"No, you are snoring beauty."

"That's Fili!"

"That's both of you," Y/N rolled her eyes, but chuckled. She and Kili said their goodbyes to each other, and her friends she knew for three and two years, turned to her.

"So, how was your date?" Y/N blushed.

"He gave me flowers for my birthday, so what? That's what friends do." Y/N turned to Alia to change the topic.

"How about you and girls?" The blonde rolled her eyes.

"Some of them are arrogant, but other than that it's good. But I have you, so I don't care," she grinned and hugged her friends around their shoulders.

"So, what do you-" Bella started, when a group of boys passed them. They whistled, and started talking about them. Y/N's cheeks blushed, as she overheard them.

"Don't listen to those idiots, they still share one brain cell," Bella and Y/N said at once, and they all laughed, though Y/N didn't felt any happiness. Her instinct to run and hide from these boys was still there.

-

And then we arrived to the market. I still looked around if they were not there, but luckily not, Y/N wrote down the sentence, and put the notebook aside. She felt happy they didn't recognized her, but it still stressed her out. She looked over to the bow and quier with arrows Kili gifted her, when she had thirteenth birthday.

"Trouble with sleeping?" Kili's raspy voice appeared behind her.

"Yeah," Y/N sighed out, and pat on the bed next to her.

"C'me here, snoring beauty," Kili chuckled at that nickname.

"Ugh, again?" You nodded with a grin.

As you laid in safety of Kili's arms (and him being soundly asleep), your mind turned into a specific direction. Would Kili like you? Not just as a friend, but...more?

You'd fall asleep like this, if you had bad dreams. Kili fell asleep first, and softly snored, but he looked cute while doing so. You shook your head, and decided to listen to his breath, and soon, you fell asleep yourself.

The memories of the times you used to be bullied by those boys came back. You didn't felt confident at all, and mostly sad. You couldn't fall asleep at night, and you often found yourself looking over your body. Fat pig, that's how they called her. Was she still...like this? Would she ever be pretty enough?

It's been a while, since she cried before sleep, and then fell asleep afterwards.

The brothers noticed something was going on, when their friend seemed to be bothered by something. So, they decided to do thing they always did, which was making flowercrowns together.

-

"You're messing it up, Fili," you giggled, when the blonde prince's flowercrown fell apart.

For fifth time in twenty minutes.

"Well, I'll go get some fresh flowers, over here," he pointed to the carpet of daisies in the golden light of setting sun.

"Guess who," Said smooth voice next to your ear, when his hands covered your face.

"Hmm, is that you, Ki?"

"Who else."

Kili sat in front of you, and placed a flowercrown on your head. You both stood up, and he twirled you around.

"I've got you something else," he whispered.

"Flowers," you looked happily over the small fresh bouquet of wild flowers, and felt warmth spreading in you. You looked into his chocolate eyes.

"Kili, thank you so much, it's...it's beautiful,"

"Not nearly as beautiful as you," he looked deeply into your eyes.

"Flowers for a girl," he said, with a slightly pink-tinted cheeks.

"Now finally braid her hair," the lion prince's voice interrupted the romantic scene.