#bussines proposal

[bbyselenaa]

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[forgerlove]

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[kdrama-mental]

Have you ever wanted to live inside a kdrama? Do you want to have that bright positivity that the female lead always has? Do you want a tender and soft romance?

Whether you get it or not, you can feel that way with this playlist :3

[i-willstealyourtoes]

HELLO HI YES REQS ARE OPEN SO NOW I’M GONNA SEND SOMETHING BC I LOVE UR CONTENT /GEN

can i get some headcanons for prisoner!hoxton with a guard!reader who doesn’t treat him like shit? like- they don’t take it far like smuggle stuff in or anything, but they also don’t beat him up at any chance given like the other guards. bonus points if hox flirts with them a lot because omg hot guy flirting with just a little fella??? real???

more bonus points if the reader gets really sad after hoxton’s breakout and quits their job. maybe like- they run into each other while hoxton is robbing a bank with the crew 👁👁

i might send another req, but i’ll wait til later bc i don’t want to bombard you with too many reqs at once

also have a song that i’ve been listening to on loop as a gift :D

Bussin song, solid 7.8/10 fr fr- Anyway here we go Hoxton and Bons for the win :]

Hoxton with (nice) guard crush

- Okay so I imagine when Hoxton was first caught, he was expecting every guard (and a lot of inmates) to not like him

- This was both due to his actions as a criminal, but also because he knew his personality can be a bit much for some people

- (Not that he was gonna change it anytime soon)

- Of course, that meant that when he was getting growls, swears and even punches thrown at him, he wasn't surprised

- Even when the guards threw him roughly to the ground and beat him a little too much than they should, he still wasn't surprised

- What did surprise him, was you (awwww)

- He first encountered you, you were just sitting, watching over the inmates when a guard bumped into him

- 'Watch where you're going.'

- 'Why don't you watch where you're going then, c-'

- Of course talking back would earn a hit for disobedience

- But when another joined in, that's when you walked in

- 'Hey, don't team up on him just for talking back. How sensitive are you guys? Keep it together.'

- They grumbled and groaned, but eventually walked away (your glares were enough to make them back off for now)

- As you helped him up, Hoxton couldn't help but notice how good-looking you were

- Obviously, he wasn't gonna start kissing you and proposing just because you did the bare-minimum any 'good' guard should do and you were pretty....

- But maybe a little 'thanks' would be okay?

- 'Cheers mate, what's your name?'

- '(Last name (L/n)). Just call me (L/n).'

- 'Alright, '(L/N)'. 'preciate you doing that. These other guards are a pain in the ass.'

- '....no offense.'

- You shrugged, it makes sense he hates guards anyway

- Anyway, after that Hoxton tended to stick a bit closer to you when he could

- I mean, for some reason the guards seemed to follow your instructions when you told them to back off, so..

- Obviously, he knew you couldn't protect him from getting shoved and stuff, but being with you certainly helped him

- If you ever picked up on it, he would just deny it (embarrassed much?)

- 'Why do you keep walking with me?'

- 'Pfft, what do you mean? I'm pretty sure you're following me, (L/n)...'

- 'Ohhhhh, I get it. You think that I can protect you? That's so funny...!'

- He would just scoff and fake a disgusted face and walk away, cursing you under his breath

- Even if you were right, he'd rather not admit it

- The following years would just be you two being a well-known duo, like partners in crime (not literally of course)

- You would constantly exchange funny jokes and quips

- Although you never returned the favour, he would ABSOLUTELY flirt with you

- Like maybe not all the time, just when it's you two

- If you're walking him to his cell for lights out, he would just say something a little... you know 😏

- 'Night, Hox. Hope you have shit dreams.' (/lh)

- 'Nah, I'll just dream of you.'

- (Omg kicking my feet and giggling rn)

- When he was broken out of the prison, it was admittedly a little sad for you since you never got to even say bye :(

- It was even worse when the prison decided to fire all their guards and hire new, 'better ones' so that there was a blank start

- But it did get better one day, when you were getting a coffee in the mall, when all of sudden-

- SMASH

- BANG BANG BANG

- Uh oh, robbery

- You better run- wait is that Hoxton???

- It actually seemed they were just going through the mall after robbing the bank nearby

- As they rushed past, one of them spilled your coffee

- And in that moment, you decided to say something that changed your life

- 'HEY, YOU SPILLED MY COFFEE ASSHOLE-'

- Luckily, Hoxton was the first to turn around, eyes widening as he noticed it was you

- 'Heh, well look who it is? Officer (L/n).. you aren't here to cuff me are you?'

- 'You wish. I actually got fired, so I can't anyway.'

- The van had arrived, and the others were calling for Hoxton to get in

- 'You looking for a job then?'

- 'Got one, actually. But it's boring.'

- As he stepped into the van, he held out a hand for you to take

- 'Wanna do something better then?'

- '.....you know what?'

- You took his hand, much to his glee

- '....sure, let's see where this goes, Hox.'

- (sorry I posted this without finishing it mb Crunchy)

[coquttae]

kdramas que recomiendo ꒰ᒡ . . ᒢ꒱

— Bussines Proposal

— Nevertheless

— It's okay to not be okay

— Twenty five Twenty one

— Our beloved summer

— True Beauty

— Weightlifting fairy Kim Bok-Joo

[ghostsquid666]

Please no more naming your kids Tragedeighs

Reasons you shouldn't name your kid a Tragedeigh:

They're hard to say and its just an inconvenience

They're going to resent you for it

They're just going to get bullied for it

Is your potential child's name a Tragedeigh?

Do you spell something like Emily like Ehmmauleigh?

Yes? - Good god no just call them the normal name. Everybody loves a good Emma, Noah, Cassidy, etc

2. Is the name based on where you met?

Yes? Okay this can be done correctly.

Naming them after the city is sometimes cute as long as you name it correctly, like London. London is cute. But don't spell something like Leicester like Lecesta (yes this has happened)

Naming them after like...a dating app you met on is bad. don't do that. No one wants to be named Tinderleigh or Grindrette. Its like naming your kid "Sex" because thats how they were concieved.

3. Is it a keyboard smash?

No. Don't. Nobody can pronounce jrwegiaiufbdjagreifd so they can't pronounce your baby's/Character's name either.

4. Is it something based on slang?

Using Rizz or Bussin' as a name is not okay. They will be bullied.

5. Is it a mish-mash that you didn't run by other people or google first.

Someone mashed Harvey and Charlotte into Harlotte. They literally named their child a whore. thats borderline abuse.

6. Will their initials spell something dumb?

Anything that spells things like CUM, DIK, etc

7. Is it from a culture you are not a part of?

Its okay to be an anime fan, but if you're not japanese then don't name your kid Nagisa or Sayori or something

IS YOUR PROPOSED NAME A TRAGEDEIGH?

Here are some cute, simple names for any gender:

Avery (really cute, solid gn name. A little fem leaning but could go either way)

Quinn (Super cool! Works equally for both genders too)

Billie (Adorable! I personally think it works better for girls but cute for both)

Charlie (Like the hazbin hotel character!)

Angel

Ash

Drew

Ellis

Jett

Jessie

Ollie

Kerry

Sam

Noel

Cassidy

Blair (This is if you really want to name your kid something like evalynnleigh but know you shouldn't)

Peyton

Reese

Salem

Raegen

Remember, these kids aren't just going to be kids, they're going to be like 28, 40, 17, etc

[brownieracha]

Yes bestie, send me all your recommendations!! im still a bby stay so I need all the content I can get dhdhhsjsj

Yeah 6 😅 my mom travelled the world from a very young age and so I know a lot of my languages from her!

Oh I am asian-canadian! So I have learned French and English since I was young and learned some of my other languages from mom! I also learned a lot of Korean from kpop, dramas, and my friends 😊

Oh I think I’ve heard of Semantic Error but never watched it! I do watch Kdramas so i will add it to my watchlist!

oops 🙈 you’re good bestie, I don’t mind being corrected!!

You are so sweet 🥺 I hope you have a good day when you wake up!

-your top secret santa anon

oooh i'll defenetly recomend you some stuff, i really like the 2 kids room videos, they are a good way to know them a little better, and also this one is so funny, i've watched it multiple times haha

that's so cool that you know that many languages, i wish!!!

i would love some kdrama recomendations hehe, i watched only a few of them, my fav was bussines proposal, you have a fav kdrama?

also, sorry that it takes me a bit to reply, i'm a bit busy hahah

have a nice day lovely anon <3

[jongside]

hello!!

here the case 65 anon <3

I've been stanning stray kids since i started into kpop, which it was last year hahah so over a year or so, how long have you been into kpop?

i've listened to some songs from that album and i love them!! every song that i've listened to from onewe i've loved them. they make really beautiful songs

i'm here for any song recomendations so please give me your best song recs!!!

i don't know any of the books you've mentioned jahaha. but Brandon Sanderson rings a bell tbh. im a big fan of shadowhunters, harry potter, and that type of stuff ajjaaja

i've watched only a few kdramas but my fav one is bussines proposal, have you watched it? i'm actually watching a period tv show rn, is a spanish one and i love it, i watch a lot of tv series and i like a lot of types tbh

omg thanks!! i like to believe that i'm creative, it's importat for my job so ty <3

my top 3 skz songs would be question, muddy water and placebo and top 3 mv case 143, maniac and any (ngl that was a hard choice cause i love them all)

ohh that's cool!! i hope this month is no that hard for you, and i wish you don't get rude costumers.

i am a makeup artist and sfx makeup artist, and i recently finished an internship so im waiting to get a job in the industry haha

have you gone to any concerts?

have a nice day <3

case 65 anon✨

Hi~

I got into kpop 8,9 years ago with U-kiss, like i was listening to believe all day everydays 😅 For stray kids i know them since hellevator but only really stan since this year.

Onewe don't know bad songs 💖 what are your favorites so far? Mines are rain to be, envision_, parting and montage_

Songs recomendations here we go *cracks knuckles* i'll start with VICTON: time chaser, nostalgic night, time of sorrow, stupid o'clock. N.FLYING: flower fantasy, flowerwork, the real, firefly. WOODZ: chaser, kiss of fire, love me harder, thinkin bout you. WEI: bye bye bye, dancing in the dark. THE BOYZ: the reveal, survive the night. TXT: can't you see me, loser lover. And i'll stop here since i don't know who you knew.

Ah shadowhunters i still need to start the last serie and yes i loved it too (the infernal devices is my favorite serie) but i really couldn't with the tvshow!

Business proposal i loved it a lot 😁 it was so funny. I like this kind of dramas that make me feel good after. Oh what is the spanish one you watch?

No but let's be honest choosing songs is always hard cause you give some and then you're like wait wait wait i forgot this one and this one and that one is so good too! Aha

Wow you have such an amazing and hard job! It's so cool and so i understand that super creative aspect of you personality 😊

For concerts no kpop ones because they only come to the capital and it's so far and expensive for me. But as a teen i saw Tokio Hotel many times 🤣 otherwise it's the big music festival near my town. And you? Do you have a favorite or one you would like to go to?

Have a good day 💖

[kyulsstuff]

Update abt my life

I want to study international politics and political science <3

I think I'm aromantic...or just hopeless romantic

I love myself today,even if i don't look great,it's me!!!

I'm watching bussines proposal btw

I really love my friends ♡

I want to make money 💰

[openoven]

Everybody is like

‘Ingo became a warden after being a subway boss/master!’

But I propose the idea, teenage emmet wandering hisui and recording everything on his phone like ‘holy shit that weed was bussin bussin, now I’m in kalos’

Yeah, that’s a adorable uh…..

*looks at palm*

Urshifu.

[lilolpotato]

So, yeah I'm lying awake rn it's already 12:01am and I have lazy request. Could you do some haikyuu boys (Kageyama, Akaashi and Kita) telling their s/o to go to sleep when they saw that they're still awake? You could do any scenarios u like as long as haikyuu boys tell s/o to sleep cuz I need sleep I have proposal this day🤦🏻‍♀️ - anon

HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN YOU REFUSE TO SLEEP

Fluff, very very soft

ONE nsfw reference, but only one

(aged up! Kageyama, Akaashi, and Kita)

KAGEYAMA

he’s such an awkward guy

He wakes up to the clicks and clacks of your aesthetic keyboard

he notices how long you’ve been working and gets a little concerned with the amount of coffee by your desk and your alarmingly wide eyes as you type as quickly as possible

Kageyama’s a little nervous to approach you, because he knows you’ve been stressed and he doesn’t want to make it worse

But that quickly goes away as he takes in your exhausted appearance and the bags underneath your eyes

Slowly, he approaches you like you’re a wounded animal, and rests his large hands on your shoulders

He won’t say anything at first, just silently bends down in order to rest his forehead on your shoulder

When you don’t say anything, he sleepily mumbles, “Come back to bed with me? I, um. I miss you.”

He gently pulls you away from your work, even though you protest a little, and brings you into his arms.

He might overwork himself every now and then, but he will not tolerate you doing the same, especially if it affects your health.

“Close your eyes, okay? Just for a little bit...” he trails off as you both fall asleep, his arms wrapped around you and your head on his chest

AKAASHI

Akaashi is no stranger to this habit of yours.

You both go to bed at eleven, and yet only Akaashi actually goes to sleep.

He woke up to the sound of “These chicken nuggets are bussin bussin.”

You smiled sheepishly at him, the light of your phone illuminating your face as he groggily noticed the time. 3:42 am.

He pulled you into him, snuggling into your chest as he breathed a soft sigh of contentment.

“Please sleep love. Listening to people talk about Nature’s Cereal isn’t worth losing sleep over.” He grumbled.

He pouted a little looking up at you, “besides I saw Bokuto on your for you page once and it made me jealous.”

Sleepy Akaashi was both a baby and a grumpy neighbor, it was undeniable

But sleepy Akaashi was also irresistible, and your eyes finally felt heavy as you passed out with his face almost suffocated by your chest and your deep breaths slightly moving strands of his hair

The next morning he’ll wake up early to make chicken (or vegan chicken substitute) nuggets and pancakes, and will have the ingredients set up for you guys to try Nature’s Cereal

KITA

He refuses to sleep until you have

You’re the love of his life? He wants to do everything with you.

That doesn’t mean you won’t hear him complain every now and then.

“It’s not logical, you could just do this in the morning after proper rest.”

“Are you reading hurt comfort fanfiction while doing math?”

Even if he tried to go to sleep while you stay up he’ll feel really guilty and just won’t be able to sleep.

He literally goes through the fives stages of grief.

“No, we aren’t staying up late. We’re not doing it.” Kita grumpily crossed his arms and plopped on the bed.

“Why am I so bad at cooking rice? I should be good, I’m a rice farmer for goodness sake!” He complained quietly to his pillow.

“Okay, Y/n if you go to sleep right now I’ll let you peg me.” He said with a serious face. (you admittedly weighed your options with that one)

“This is sad. I have to wake up at 8. I’m sad now.” He pouted, sleepy tears falling down his face as he rubbed his eyes.

“I’m not sleeping tonight, am I.” He let out a heavy sigh.

At about 1 am, he takes away your computer so you have to go to sleep

You both lie in bed, all of a sudden not feeling all that sleepy.

“Shin, can I peg you now?”

“... yeah.” He sighed.

[thera-daydreams]

KABILANG BUHAY

× A TRESE ONESHOT ×

[Crispin x Ghost!Reader]

📝 Summary: Your demigod husband remembers you—everything about you—and how much he absolutely loved you. He remembers everything, including the memory that hurt the most.

📌 Warning: Contains fluff, angst, character death, and mentions of violence (because an angry Crispin being the son of a wargod is bound to shed some blood somewhere). Masakit po talaga 'tong songfic na 'to, trust me. If you don't want to get hurt, scroll awaaaay. Pero if you want maximum 1000% ultra heavy pain, then listen to the song below on repeat while reading, too.

Song: Kabilang Buhay by Bandang Lapis

(word count: 5,642)

"Masasayang mga araw na kasama kita."

Warm. Crispin always remembered you to be so warm—every single part of you. The heat of your skin against his whenever he held you, that whimsical sparkle in your eyes whenever you saw the little joys in life, that sprightly curve of your lips whenever you two teased each other, and the radiance he saw from you whenever you were around the people you loved.

In his eyes, there was always a halo around your head or a beam of light following you around. Perhaps he was biased; perhaps he saw you through rose-tinted glasses, but it didn't matter to him. To the demigod, you were everything he ever wanted.

You were the one.

You were also one of the sweetest people he'd ever met. Every morning without a fail, there would always be a hot cup of kape and a plate of pandesal on the table—not only for him, but for everyone else in your little family, too. Alexandra, Hank, and of course, his younger brother Basilio. Even before you became his girlfriend, you'd treated them as your own loved ones.

That was the day he knew you were truly the one for him. The one who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. The one he wanted to build a home with. The woman he wanted to marry and have children with, if you were okay with it (when that conversation came, you said you would be happy and honored to be his wife).

Crispin said it was the other way around. It was he who was fortunate and honored to be your husband. You'd laughed in response, kissing his cheek. There were no fancy rings or a formal, elaborate proposal involved, but that day—he remembered clearly that you had that conversation on a chilly December 1st, 9:24PM, right before you two went to bed—was an unspoken promise.

You two would be inseparable and together 'til death do you part.

Going back to that coffee and bread, he always wondered how you managed to keep it so fresh (you said it was a secret, but later on you spilled the beans to him after him pestering you). Even if he woke up at noon because of missions with his bossing and his brother, palaging mainit ang kape at pandesal. You must have had some sort of superpower you weren't telling him (you rolled your eyes, telling him that superpower came in the form of a microwave).

"Paglalambing at kulit mo na hindi nakakasawa."

He was by no means clingy or touch-starved, but whenever he was around you, he had the need to at least hold you in any way. Sometimes, it was the usual PDA (Basilio and Maliksi teased him about it, but he didn't care if it meant having some sort of contact with you; Alexandra just let it be because she knew how much you two loved each other). In public, you guys toned it down—settling with holding hands or you just linking your arm through his. If he was driving the car, his hand would either be innocently resting on your thigh or your hand which was on your lap. If you were the one driving the car, then it would be your hand on his thigh or his hand. He loved to draw circles on your skin whenever he was daydreaming or starting to doze off, too.

You as a couple often expressed your love for each other in different ways, and not just by saying it out loud. One thing Crispin adored the most about your relationship was the way you voicelessly said "I love you". If it wasn't clear enough that acts of service was one of your love languages, then he could understand that you loved him back through three taps.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

At first, he had no clue what it meant. You just kept doing it whenever you were near him, on whatever body part you could touch. If he was driving? Tap, tap, tap on his thigh. If he was the one cooking? You'd hug him from behind and then one of your fingers would go tap, tap, tap on his waist. If you were eating together? You'd take his palm then just... tap, tap, tap while chewing on whatever food it was you had in your mouth.

He recalled that afternoon you guys were eating at a simple Japanese place. While you slurped up some of the wheat noodles and the savory soup, you were excitedly doing a little happy dance as you ate—the one you did whenever you ate something you found yummy. Frankly, Crispin found it endearing. He, too, was guzzling down some of the ramen when you reached out for his hand then laid it on the table palm up.

With a mischievous smile and your puffed up cheeks looking like a chipmunk from the noodles you'd gobbled up, you gently tapped his palm with your index finger, that same glint in your eye whenever you did that gesture.

"... Anong ginagawa mo, mahal?" Crispin chuckled, a brow raised. He found it cute but he had no idea what it was supposed to stand for.

"Wala lang," you mysteriously answered in a muffled voice, swallowing.

"You know, you shouldn't talk when your mouth is full," he pointed out, amused. You snorted, gulping.

"Not my fault you asked a question, Crispin," you retorted, shoving in another bite of noodley goodness with your chopsticks. You did a mini-wiggle when the umami flavor exploded on your tongue (the ramen was bussin', bestie). Ratatouille would be impressed!

"But seriously, what does the tap stand for?" your boyfriend wondered. You did it again. Tap, tap, tap.

"Isn't it obvious?" you smiled. He then sweat-dropped.

"Wait, keep smiling," Crispin leaned over the table, removing a tiny bit of the dahon sibuyas stuck on one of your front teeth with his nail. He then popped that finger into his mouth, making you blink at the action.

"Ay, may naiwan pala. Hehehehehe." With how long you two have been dating, you were no longer embarrassed if you did get anything stuck in your teeth and he had to get it out (it's happened in more occasions than you could count). You did the same to him (and trust me, you were way past the stage of getting grossed out from the gross habits couples did). At least you two were a hundred percent comfortable and open to one another, right? Sanaol.

Crispin nodded, going back to eating his noodles, "Okay, back to the topic. What does this—" He tapped your palm the same way you did. "—even mean?"

Your grin just grew wider then you whispered into his ear, "I love you."

"... I love you, too," he answered automatically, still not understanding. "But what do the taps mean? You keep doing it and—"

You did it again on his hand.

"I." Tap.

"Love." Tap.

"You." Tap.

At long last, that look of realization came upon his features, "... Aaaaaaaaah."

You chuckled, all brightness and merriness from your revelation to the man you loved. "Gets mo na, mahal?"

He scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "Oo, mahal. Hehe."

"... Can we order another bowl of ramen? Please?" With those puppy-dog eyes? Crispin could never resist. He'd rip the world apart for you and build it back up from scratch if you wanted him to.

That was how deep his love was for you. Kapag nagmamahal ang isang diyos, walang imposible... 'di ba?

He was already raising a hand to call for a waiter, "Sure. Basta maubos mo."

"... And if half lang maubos ko?"

He sighed, "... Edi ako kakain sa anong maiiwan." What was the saying whenever you found your soulmate? Oh, yes.

True love is getting fat together.

Maybe it was true for both of you.

When you two exited the ramen place, you patted your bloated tummy. "Haaaay, busog na busog si food baby," you sighed in happiness, adjusting the the top of your high-waisted skirt to loosen it up for more space. You elbowed him slightly, wiggling your eyebrows at him and mimicking Kylie Jenner, "Soooo, I'm thirty-four weeks today."

"'Luh, ang drama mo," Crispin snickered, poking your rounded side playfully and making you pout. "Nagdadalang tao ka pala, ha. Ako ang tatay pero hindi mo sinabi sa akin na buntis ka." He wouldn't lie, but thoughts of you being pregnant with a child warmed his entire being. Mini-yous and mini-hims running around.

What a dream.

"Nagdadalang tae lang po, manong," you stuck your tongue out at him, then stopped. He stopped walking, too, looking at you questioningly.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Mahal?" you paused. Gulugulugulugulu. Oh no. Mayday, mayday!

"Did you forget something at the restaurant?" he asked. You shook your head in response, telling him there was an emergency.

"... Mahal, natatae ako."

"Like, now?" You nodded at him with wide, doe-like irises. His eyes crinkled, finding the situation hilarious. "Really? Oh shit. Literally. Is this because we were talking about poop?"

Crispin could only cackle as you rummaged through your bag for some wet wipes (and the situation led to you two running around the mall like psychos looking for the nearest restroom—grabe ang cold sweat mo, sis; it was that type of pooping session).

As he waited outside the women's comfort room, he found himself smiling like a weirdo from your date today. Nagdadalang tae o nagdadalang tao, he wouldn't love you any other way.

"Punong-puno ng ligaya ang ating pagsasama."

He found himself unconsciously doing the tapping to you, as well. Tap. Tap. Tap. He only now realized how many times you've been saying "I love you" everyday. Usually, you'd only verbally say it out loud three times: in the morning waking up, whenever he left for a mission, or the times you went to sleep together (because of the nature of his work, it was uncommon, but if he was at home during the night, he'd make sure to say it to you). But now that he knew what the taps meant, he counted them for one week from Monday to Sunday.

You were sitting on the couch, on your stomach and sprawled vertically over his lap. He was watching a basketball game on television while you were on your phone, scrolling through Facebook. It was all quiet until he tapped his finger thrice on your calf. You beamed, rolling over to face him then gently tapping his cheek three times—not with your fingers, but with your hands, smooshing his cheeks then pecking his lips.

"Fwifee-hweif," he said. You tilted your head at him, letting go of his cheeks.

"What was that?" you curiously inquired.

"Fifty-eight," Crispin gave you his signature flirty grin. "You tapped me one hundred seventy-four times today. And one hundred seventy-four divided by three—because I love you has three syllables—is equal to fifty-eight." His affectionate gaze to you softened. "Mahal, you've told me I love you fifty-eight times today."

You just hugged him and hid your face in his neck, "I love you, too, manooooong."

"... Wanna watch a K-drama tonight?" he said, his voice rumbling through his chest as you laid your head on it.

"Mmhmm."

You guys ended up binging Scarlet Heart Ryeo and bawling your eyes out (Crispin cried louder than you, actually, and the box of tissues was passed back n' forth between you two).

"Punyeta, walang Season Two?" Crispin cursed, blowing his nose.

You hiccupped, shaking your head and scrolling through the categories, "W-Wala e-eh, m-mahal."

"Seryoso ka ba?" he gaped, wiping his tears after wiping yours. "That's how it ends?"

You nodded, sniffling, "Uh-huh."

The next morning, when all of you gathered in the kitchen for breakfast, Alexandra and the others could only stare, nagtataka kung bakit namamaga ang mga mata niyo (yeah, they were swollen as hell).

"... Anyare sa inyo?" Alexandra quizzed. Hank, while pouring everyone some juice, had a worried look on his face, too.

"Nag-away ba kayong dalawa, Kuya?" Basilio questioned. You both shook your head simultaneously.

"Hindi," Crispin shortly answered, exhausted from crying with you all night.

"Nanood lang kami ng K-drama," you supplied, as worn out as your boyfriend was.

"Aaaaaaah."

"Na parang wala nang sisira ng lahat."

The date always held some significance to him, not only because it meant only a few days before Christmas but also because it was the day you promised to one another that you'd be endgame.

December 1st.

It would repeat in his head over and over again until the day he died.

The two of you were lying in bed, the cold night air entering through the open windows. You were leaning on his chest in-between his lap, reading The Count of Monte Cristo. He noticed that your expression often shifted between being giddy to being angry or smug at what was happening to the main character.

"... Mahal?"

"Yeah?" you responded, not taking your eyes off the novel. You flipped another page.

"What kind of ring do you want? Para alam ko kung magkano ang iiponin ko?" he quietly asked, his thumb caressing your temple. Normally, men wanted this to be a surprise or didn't talk about this but he only wanted you to have something you'd cherish for the rest of your life. You tilted your head back to look up at him. "Do you want those with the big gems or the smaller and simpler ones?"

You gazed back at your novel, then sat up and closed it, turning to look at him. "Crispin." You took his hands in your own (he tapped it thrice, making a teeny smile creep up your lips). "Hindi ko kailangan ng singsing."

His eyes grew wide, "... Are you sure? You don't want to be formally married?"

You frantically shook your head, "Nooooooo, noooo! That's not what I meant, dummy. I just wanted to tell you that I don't need an expensive ring to be yours." You kissed him. "And to be your wife."

"Pero—"

"Mahal, if we ever do have kids, mahal ang gatas, diaper, at tuition," you childishly told him. "Kung magpapakasal tayo, I don't need a huge proposal or a big wedding. Let's put the funds away for a house and for the future, 'mkay?"

"... But you won't have a ring," he sulked.

Getting an idea, you hopped off the bed and open your cabinet, finding a piece of durable string on one of your shirts. With a strong tug, it came off. You walked back towards your boyfriend, flopping back down then looping it on your left ring finger. You held your hand up to him, "There. I have a ring now, see?"

Crispin had never ever loved anyone as much as he did right now. There was a nagging feeling at the back of his head, though. "... I feel like I've seen this in a movie before, mahal."

"Duuuuh. I got the idea from the Count of Monte Cristo. Mercedes promises herself to Dantes with a string ring! Sorry nalang if copyright infringement ang ginawa ko, hihi." You showed him the book you were reading, the smile not disappearing from your face. Feeling ecstatic, he kissed you passionately right on the spot.

"Ipapangako mo sa akin na magsasama tayo nang walang hanggan?" Crispin whispered against your lips. "Magpakailanman?"

You kissed him, rolling your eyes, "Oo na, Crispin. Corny mo talaga, manong. Such a hopeless romantic, like me!" Another kiss. "I'll stay with you forever and ever and eveeeeeer and grow old with you. We'll get that rest house in the mountains, travel the world together, win the lotto, and do anything we want!" you declared determinedly.

"Promise? Talaga?"

You grinned, wriggling your little finger, "Pinky promise."

He linked his pinky with yours, "Okay. Pinky promise, wifey."

"Okaaaaay, hubby," you quipped, settling down and snuggling into him.

9:24PM, he saw the digital clock display before he pulled the covers over you both, keeping you warm and safe in his arms.

"Bakit pa dumating ang oras na ito?"

"Mahaaaaal, pauwi na ako. Huwag kang mag-alala," you quietly told Crispin over the phone. He was on another investigation, but while their bossing was speaking to Captain Guerrero and Lieutenant Tapia about the case, he used the spare time he had to check up on you.

You had been buying groceries, but knowing you, Crispin had a feeling you had gone to do some other errands.

"Pauwi ka na? Meaning, you're driving home?" He sighed, "And why are you whispering?"

"... Ehehehe," you nervously giggled.

"Anong ehehehehe?" the demigod asked you, suspicious. "Mahal, saan ka na ba talaga?"

"Nasa banko pa ako. Oopsies," you admitted shamelessly. "But I just finished paying the bills. I'm actually walking away from the counter now and—"

You suddenly stopped talking. For a second, the son of the wargod thought that the signal had gone bad.

"Mahal?"

Your voice had gone distant, but it seemed like it was talking to someone else. He strained to hear what you were saying.

"Hey, hey... shhhh, little one, huwag kang umiyak," he heard you say. Your voice seemed so far away. You seemed like you were trying to shush a person. A kid.

"I want my mom!" a child wailed.

"... Langga, come here. At huwag kang masyadong maingay." If it weren't for his heritage as a god, he would have barely been able to hear what you said.

Were you comforting a kid? Awww. He was about to just end the call then text you instead when another much louder and crueler voice could be heard over the phone. No, there wasn't only one voice. There were more.

"Mamatay kayong lahat! Balang araw, hindi na mga tao ang mamumuno sa mundong ito!"

Then there was a sound that was unmistakably a gunshot.

"Nabalitaan ko na wala ka na."

Bang!

His blood went cold. Almost every day he handled firearms in his line of work, so of course he knew what it sounded like. The shrieks and terrified shouts came after the gunshots.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The last thing he heard were more gunshots, then the call ending.

He had never sprinted to Alexandra so fast before, frantically begging her to let him use the Dragon's Gate to teleport to wherever you were, even if it made him physically sick and nauseous.

Crispin didn't give a damn what happened to him, as long as nothing happened to you.

"Hindi ba't sabi mo hindi mo ko iiwan?"

It all happened so fast. One moment he was silently praying to Bathala for your safety while looking for you in the chaos. The next? He was scouring through the overwhelmed emergency room of the nearest hospital, where it was flooded with victims from the mall shooting.

It was a mess, with bleeding patients on the floor as nurses tried to assist. Others were seated on monobloc chairs that had been quickly put on the corridors. There was an overwhelming number of patients taken to the hospital either through ambulances or police cars themselves. It already began to stink of death, and Crispin hated it. His bloodlust as a wargod was creeping up his veins from the stench and his inner fury, but he held it in. He needed to find you first.

Behind him, Alexandra and Basilio were searching for you, too. When he told them what happened, they didn't hesitate to help and be transported to the mall as quick as possible. Captain Guerrero had already dispatched units after hearing what occurred (there was also an alarm that had blared in the station—a bank employee must have pressed an emergency button or something).

Surprisingly, in the midst of the havoc happening inside the hospital, he found himself walking towards the Trauma Bay of the hospital like a magnet. He had no idea where he was going, but he just kept going, and he stopped by a less crowded hallway. If he just went straight forward, he would be entering an operating room.

"Excuse me, coming through! Make some way!" It was a doctor who yelled from behind him. He turned around.

"Hindi papabayaan na ako'y mag-isa."

And as if time went by slower, he found you on a stretcher, being wheeled through the corridor as a nurse was on the bed with you, performing CPR. He saw the amount of blood gushing out of the bullet wounds on your body; one on your back, another on your stomach, and a third on your thigh.

Crispin couldn't help but run after them, asking one of the health professionals what was happening to you, "Nurse! Nurse, is she going to be okay!?"

"Are you her family?" they quickly interrogated. Alexandra and Basilio rounded the corner right as the nurse asked him that. Both held their breaths when they saw the tormenting state you were in, unconscious and on the brink of death.

The eldest demigod frenziedly nodded, "Yes, yes! I'm family!" He glanced at your bleeding form, and his heart clenched seeing the string ring on your finger, a bit of blood splattered over it. "I'm... I'm her husband! Asawa ko siya!"

You weren't formally or legally married yet, but to his eyes (and many of the others who knew you both), you were practically husband and wife.

"Good," the nurse said as they rushed you into the O.R., stopping Crispin from entering any further. "Sir, we need you to tell us your wife's name and her health details, please. She has to be operated on as soon as possible. We need her age, blood type, her comorbidities or allergies, if any..."

Crispin knew them all. He'd memorized them. And he told the nurses everything they needed for the operation. As long as it saved you, he'd say anything. Do anything.

"Hindi ba't sabi mo sabay tayong tatanda?"

It was a grueling operation, he could tell. Crispin had been pacing continuously in the waiting room, not even daring to sit from how anxious he was about you. Hank had come instantly to the hospital after hearing, and now there were three seated and extremely worried people watching him panic outside the operating room.

"God, please let her be okay," he continued to mumble to himself, fiddling with his fingers. "Please, please, please..."

"Kuya, umupo ka muna," Basilio tried to convince his brother.

"Oo nga," Hank frowned.

"You've been standing for five hours," Alexandra gave him a saddened look. "You should rest."

The older demigod shook his head, "I can't, bossing. Hindi pwede. Not until I know that she's okay."

As if on cue, the head surgeon came out of the operating room. Crispin nearly jolted and would have grabbed the man's collar had it not been for Alex and his brother holding him back, calming him down. No one could tell what he was about to say until he removed his surgical mask.

The four occupants waited for his response, antsy. The tension in the room was so thick it could be cut with a knife.

"Doc? Is she okay? Is she gonna be alright?" Crispin asked, troubled out of his mind. Alex's grip on his arm tightened, and so did Basilio's hold on his shoulder. "Doc, please say somethi—"

"... I'm sorry," the surgeon shook his head, a somber look on his face.

It was like the universe stopped for the demigod. The two people holding him were the only ones to support him when his knees buckled.

"We did everything we could. She lost too much blood, and the bullets hit too many vital organs," the doctor explained forlornly. "We performed CPR and a cardiac massage on her for thirty minutes, but she did not make it through the rest of the operation."

The words just echoed emptily through Crispin's ears.

"Bakit bigla ka na lang nandiyan sa kabilang buhay?"

When he entered the morgue alone, he didn't know why but he was expecting you to be sitting up and smiling, almost hearing your teasing voice telling him it was all a cruel prank. At first, that was what he saw. He saw the love of his life, soft skin flushed and curled up lips filled with so much love directed at him. He saw you radiant—glowing; that familiar twinkle in your magnificent eyes. He reached out to hold your left hand, awaiting its warmth.

Awaiting the three taps.

The taps that would tell him "I love you" and "I'm okay".

Crispin even waited a minute. Maybe you were still there, hanging on. Maybe... just maybe... you were fighting.

"Mahal?" he croaked out, squeezing your hand.

"Paano na ang lahat? Paano na ako, tayo?"

Those three taps never came. One minute. Five minutes. Ten minutes.

Only then did he really see you. The illusion all came crashing down.

Now your skin was so cold. So lifeless. So... opposite from what you were when you were alive. You were pale. Your lips were tinted blue. You were so still. So deathly still. Not one movement.

It freaked him out.

He couldn't believe it was you on that metal table—it didn't look like you. Where was the halo he always saw around your head? Where was that beam of light following you around?

His rose-tinted glasses suddenly became grey and dull. Taking your left hand, Crispin felt his heart shatter even more when his hand brushed the string ring on your finger. They had cleaned you up and made sure there was no blood left on your body, but nothing could remove those tiny, miniscule splatters that stained the string.

Remnants of what happened today.

You never did remove it. Even when showering or swimming or washing the dishes, you'd joked to him.

"See? 'Di ko nga kailangan ng singsing. Mas maganda pa nga 'to, eh. I can wear it all the time! Matibay pa!"

Crispin could nearly hear you, but it was all just a memory in his mind. God, he didn't want to forget your voice. Your laughter. Your cries. You whispering to him how much you loved him. He couldn't. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he did.

Both of you didn't even get to say "I love you" one last time. But reality was harsh, and this wasn't a movie where the leading characters could have a lengthy monologue confessing to each other as the dramatic scene was drawn out from seconds into minutes.

There were no camera angles, no music, no time left, and no happy endings. Everything was raw. Real.

"Hindi ba't sinabi mo sa akin na sabay tayong mangangarap?"

"Mahal," his voice trembled as he held your icy hand to his lips, kissing it. "Huwag mo akong iwan. What about us? Our dreams? Andami pa nating pangarap, 'di ba? Mga gustong gawin?"

No response.

"Tatatanda pa tayo, 'di ba? Bibili pa tayo ng bahay na nasa bundok... then we'll travel the world together, right? We've... We've saved up half of the funds! You... You can't leave now..."

Silence.

Crispin felt tears dripping down his face. He hadn't noticed he was crying. Only with you could he be a sniveling mess—around the others, he always had to be the kuya. The responsible one. The oldest one. The loyal bodyguard.

With you? He could be anything and you would never judge him.

Even when you were dead, he was still a sniveling mess in your arms.

"Sabi mo gusto mong manalo sa lotto," he choked out, cupping your cheeks. It was so strange to him; how colorless they were compared to how... spirited you were in life. "I'll do that... I'll make that happen. Just please... please come back to me. Gagawin ko ang lahat... bumalik ka sa akin, mahal. Mahal..."

Crispin told himself nothing was impossible when a god loved someone, yet now all this god could do was be paralyzed by his despair.

"Bakit bigla kang lumisan nang hindi man lang nagpaalam?"

They say there are five stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. People don't talk enough about how they weren't actually stages. They were just five emotions and there was no particular order they came in. They would come and go, and that was how dealing with loss really was.

Today, as he was cradling his departed soulmate and the only woman he knew he'd ever love this much—reduced to tears while nursing his broken heart—he was feeling denial, bargaining, and depression all at once.

Only then did he allow himself to feel anger—just pure, unadulterated fury—when Alexandra let him and his brother unleash their bloodlust to the guilty aswang clan that had been the culprits of the mall shooting. The bank robbery.

He had his vengeance.

The son of the wargod nearly became a god of war that night, coming home soaked in the same crimson that dripped off his guns. He swore to himself he'd rip the world apart for you and build it back from scratch. Thus, Crispin was merciless to those who murdered you and all those other innocent humans.

He took his time watching the life dissipate out of their eyes, especially since he didn't see yours before you died. They were already closed when he got to the hospital too late.

Denial, anger, bargaining, and depression. He'd felt all that as time passed, on and off.

Acceptance? That last stage? That last emotion? Crispin never did really get to that point. Perhaps he would. Perhaps he wouldn't. Only more time would tell.

"Isang malamig na hangin ang yumakap sa akin."

The demigod sat under the tree that shaded your gravestone, a bouquet of white and red roses beside him while he relaxed on the grass. It was a classic symbol of true and everlasting love. That was the vow you'd made to one another, right?

December 1st.

It had been one year since your death. Wasn't it funny how the fates worked? Two years ago, on this very day, you two promised each other that you'd be together forever. He said that this day would be memorable to him until the day he died because technically, it was your engagement slash informal wedding anniversary.

Then one year ago, you had been shot trying to protect a child from those armed aswang. You saved the kid, alright. Crispin even made sure that the little boy, one of the lucky survivors of the shooting, wouldn't be targeted by the aswang. He ensured your sacrifice wouldn't be in vain. But what was supposed to be a marriage anniversary turned into your death anniversary.

December 1st.

The day would indeed be eternally ingrained into his mind.

But now, he could only dwell on nostalgia as he crouched and cleaned your gravestone, polishing it after removing all the grass and dirt. Engraved on it were the words beloved friend, sister, and wife.

Wife.

He really should have married you before you were declared dead. It didn't matter now; you would always be his wife, even in death.

On the left side of your gravestone was his mother's tombstone. He did the same, cleaning it and polishing it. When he was done, he tapped your gravestone thrice, "Una na ako, mahal. Paalam din, Ma. Baka hanapin pa ako ni bossing."

Tap. Tap. Tap.

He jerked, swerving around and standing up. He swore someone just touched his shoulder and—

Whoosh!

"Parang isang pahiwatig na magpapaalam ka na."

A gentle breeze came from behind him, where the tree was. Once more, he turned around.

Crispin didn't know what to do.

He thought he was dreaming, but he wasn't. He knew he wasn't. Not with the way your hand rested on his cheek. Not with how warm you felt.

Despite seeming almost transparent, you looked absolutely radiant, more so than when you were in life. If he was biased before about you having a halo and a beam of light following you around, now he wasn't (because you really did have a golden circle on your head and a candescent glow behind you).

You didn't speak, but again, you tapped your index finger thrice on his cheek. He was too stunned to react to the featherlight touch you had. It was almost nothing, but it was there. A ghostly tap, tap, tap.

"... Mahal?" he whispered.

You joyfully beamed at him (God, did you look divine), then planted a fragile kiss on his lips. You settled down on the roots of the tree and patted the patch of grass beside it. He sat down slowly. When he did, he removed his black gloves while you intertwined your hand with his.

On his left ring finger was a string ring made from that old shirt of yours. The same one you improvised your string ring from. It was how Crispin always remembered you and how he brought your memory everywhere with him.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The triple tapping. Perhaps it was your way of wordlessly saying you loved him while simultaneously bidding him goodbye as a ghost. He didn't know. You couldn't speak (or he couldn't hear you), so you did what you could.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Just that gesture every once in a while as you quietly listened to him tell you about his day.

When he had to leave, he saw you there by the tree, sitting and waving at him. The next time he came to visit, you were there. Always there, waiting.

And when you weren't, after a couple of decades, Crispin knew that it was time for him to let you go.

To let himself move on.

But that didn't mean he stopped hurting or stopped loving you. He could never stop loving you. Never.

Kahit kailangan ka niyang bitawan upang makapagpatuloy ka sa kabilang buhay, habangbuhay kang minahal ng isang diyos ng digmaan.

× AUTHOR'S NOTE ×

Nasa mood kasi akong manakit ng tao (because ngayon ko lang pinanood ang mga pelikula ni Rico Yan & Claudine Barretto after his death; ang pait eh, right person but wrong time). Medyo sadista pala ako, haha. Ayun, pati ako umiiyak habang nagsusulat nito. Even when I was showering, I was still crying and blowing my nose out. Sana nagustuhan niyo kasi pati author niyo nasaktan sa ginawa niya. 🥲😅

And that tapping gesture was inspired by a random Reddit post I saw years ago. As someone whose love language ain't saying stuff out loud, that just really called out to me. Acts of service kasi akin, eh.

Anyways, I finished writing this at like, 12AM. I'll just edit the typos and errors tomorrow because I want to get this oneshot off my chest. Goodnight! 😂💤

Comments and constructive criticism are welcome! Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated, too! (Yes, you may also rant at me for this.) 💙

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[kidmetsu-no-yaiba]

What They Do When You’re Having A ‘Split’ And Become Angry  

This includes: Tsukishima, Kuroo, Bokuto, Kita, Suga, Ennoshita, Ushijima

This is just how I perceive them as what they would do for a best friend/romantic partner that experiences BPD anger in a similar way as I do. Also I'm off my stabilizers haha..ha.

Also none of these are meant to be mean about the characters I literally chose my faves for this.

Uh TW for bpd I guess?

Gender Neutral reader bay bee

Tsukishima (Not the trigger):

Doesn’t even recognize it at first, thinks its just a normal bad day from work

After, like, 30 minutes of you just sitting there and glaring at your phone without talking or even changing your expression he starts to get a clue.

Goes about his normal chores that upset you, but he plays your “Calming” playlist out loud on his phone just loud enough for you to hear

If he’s exhausted every chore and you still haven’t talked, he purposefully looks for funny or interesting news articles about stuff you like and reads the headlines out to you to get you to look at him or talk

Once you start at least looking at him, hopefully talking too, begins trying to coax out what triggered you

Ignores if you make any outright mean or just passive aggressive comments towards him instead of answering but will get aggressive in return

If he manages to get What Happened out of you he immediately calls you an idiot. Regardless of what it is. Is a mean comforter.

“Getting mad over your best friend talking on the phone too long while you’re hanging out isn’t an excuse to be mean”

“You’re stupid if you think it’s your fault that your friends aren’t paying attention to you, not everything is about you.”

It hurts but, it works even if sometimes it feels like he’s going a Bit Too Far

Will watch comforting videos or shows with you if it calms you down but that's about it. Very big on “You’re an adult and I’m not your psychiatrist, figure it out yourself.”

Kuroo (Is the trigger):

Instantly recognizes the Shut Down while teasing you, when you stop responding, your face is blank except for your down turned eyes.

‘Oh I’ve Fucked Up™’ is his immediate thought

“Y/N you know I didn’t mean that right? We were just playing, I’m sorry!” “Don’t you have a proposal to finish.”

Immediate shoulder drop. Is also upset now but decides to wait a little bit before trying to calm you.

After 30min or so of you hiding under your blanket he decides it’s time to try and pull you out of your head.

Cooks your most aromatic favorite food so the smell wafts into your room

Blasts your comfort playlist on a speaker and loudly sings along to it

When you still don’t come out when the food is done, sits outside the door saying “oh FUCK this shit is BUSSIN’” comically loud, overexaggerates your favorite things about it outloud.

When you eventually give in, just to get some food, he corners you with his body

“What about what I said upset you?” As a genuine question, not a mean one

After you explain, he lets you eat and offers a sincere apology when you finish

Offers to draw a bath with your favorite scent if it’ll help you. It does.

Bokuto (Is the trigger):

You came home and Bokuto had the tv up high while watching tiktoks and listening to music. After a moment the tea kettle went off. Before turning it off he realized you had walked in and bounded over to you. There were Too Many Noises.

He tried to talk over the noise but realized your eyes were boring into his and you had The Look

Also a ‘Oh I’ve Fucked Up™’

Rushes to take the kettle off the heat and turn off his phone before checking on you only to see you’ve already gone in and shut the bedroom door. You didn’t even take your shoes off..

Big pouty, sulky fool. Mopes around for a bit after turning off all the noise in the house.

Eventually looks for other things that upset you and finds that the house is, kind of a mess actually. Decides to clean as quietly as possible.

Does all of your least favorite chores first incase you re-emerge from the bedroom too soon

When everything seems to be done he opens your door and finds you tucked into bed and scrolling on your phone, very quiet music playing from it.

It was only 5pm but he took off his street clothes and climbed into bed as well. 

Absolutely gets up behind you and grabs you around your waist and snuggles in without saying anything even though he wants to

When you finally feel comfortable you look over your shoulder to see Bokutos already fallen asleep. Idiot. 

You order takeout for when he wakes up because, even though he tried his hardest to be quiet, you could hear him washing the dishes and didn’t want to ruin the work he did for you

Kita (Not the trigger):

Very straightforward the second he realizes you are Not Good

"Y/N if you tell me what's wrong it'll end quicker" 

When you don't even look at him he still continues talking "We both know you hate when you're like this. It'll make you feel better if you just talk to me even if you don't want to."

Is fairly stern when talking to you at the beginning. Not mean but just very much like 'this is going to get done whether or not you cooperate.'

If you don't cooperate then he begins to ignore you until you snap and eventually scream and air out everything that's wrong and what triggered you. 

Goes through everything you said with you and gives you an objective perspective although it basically boils down to "I know you can't help it but your ego is hurting you. Not Everything Is About You."

Once your conversation on that is over he asks if you want him to watch tiktok or listen to music or something with you

 Suga (Is the trigger):

He hadn’t meant to ignore you all day. He’d woken up before you and been so busy at work all day he didn’t get a chance to text. It was the club he advised’s meeting day and it was dragging on longer than usual, he hadn’t texted anyone all day to be fair

When he finally comes home he’s confused as to why you’re tucked in on the couch

“Hey Y/N you tired? Sorry I didn’t get a chance to talk today there was a lot of bureaucratic shit going on and then the club president decided we were all going to stay until the end of the activity. Kids am I right?” He laughs and smiles towards you but you continue to ignore him

After some physical encouragement, poking and whatnot, it dawned on him that you are Probably Going Through It

Jesus Christ

Immediately decides he is not having it and moves your legs off the couch so he can sit next you

“Y/N I looovvveeee youuuuu~~~” He says as he pulls you to him by the shoulders “I love you I love you I love youuu” 

Just babbles honestly, goes on and on about how he didn’t mean to ignore you and how he was honestly busy but he’s here now

And like yeah, he is here now so eventually you level out and let yourself be coddled for a bit longer

Makes pinky promises that he promises to text you when he’s busy or going to be running late

Also runs you a nice bath just in case

Ennoshita (Not the trigger):

Knows what's going on because he’s been watching you stare at the tv for about 20 minutes but, the tv is off. 

Is objective with his words like Kita but with more emotional appeal

“Y/N I know you’re in the middle of something but when you’re ready, I’ll be ready to listen to you,”

If, after a while, you don’t make any effort to talk to him he tries to point you in a better direction than staring at walls and moping around

“You don’t have to talk to me but I found a tiktok I think you’d enjoy” or “You know you haven’t tried that new nail polish you bought a bit ago” 

Is okay with just letting you figure it out on your own so you can apply the stuff you’ve worked on with your psychiatrist but will feel a little guilty if he doesn’t say anything at all

Will do anything that you need to get done but aren’t because of your episode like dishes or tidying your room

Ushijima (Not the trigger):

First of all, calls your episodes “tantrums”

Literally has no clue when you’re in an episode unless you tell him, he is not very bright

If you do tell him that you’re having issues he defaults to trying to use physical affection against whatever it is that you’re feeling

May or may not make you angrier by doing that

Although he wasn’t the original trigger, him being so dense might override it tbh

Like you love him but oh my god oh my god oh my god how have you survived this long 

Eventually decides “I do not know how to deal with this” and just leaves. He goes to the store and gets the shopping done for the next 2 weeks and gets some cool looking snacks. 

Thinks ‘well I’m already out, I might as well get the car washed’ after, turns into ‘Oh Y/N needed to get their new prescription too..’ ‘I think I remember a discussion about their package getting stuck at the post office..’

Literally accidentally does every single errand that needed to be done for the next month because he didn’t want to go home and upset you more

When he finally comes back home with 50lbs worth of shit from errands you’re like ????? because how did he know that you were stressed about all the house stuff that needed to be done????? 

It’s not an instant mood changer but you definitely go from seemingly uncontrollable rage to ‘Okay I was being a bit much’ but as you watch him prep veggies before storing them away the way you usually do it, you level out

He is unaware you’ve levelled out so he tries to remember the coping skills you said you talked about with your psychiatrist and you are deeply confused when he asks you to open your palm and places an ice cube in it

When you realize what’s going on you laugh and tell him you’re okay and apologize for how you were being earlier and explain what triggered you

He gives you the cool looking snacks

[crak-ducktales-theories]

Drake Family Analysis: Gamimama, Mrs, and Mr Drake

Gamimama Francis

Who was Gamimama Francis?, how did she amass such a fabulous fortune? Was she one of “Duckburg’s crazy billionares”? All of this and more! Coming up (This is based on my Drakes are the new muddlefoots theory)

Who was Gamimama Francis

We don’t know much about her. She was rich and a doting grandmother, also, she was Drake’s maternal Grandmother (he is Doofus Drake, not Doofus Francis), and she probably didnt like her daughter and son in law very much, she didn’t left them a smaller portion of her fortune, she didn’t left them the bussines(well get into that), she left them destitute.

We don’t know how she made her fortune, but going of the drakes=muddlefoots theory, Herb worked selling Quackerware door to door salesman and they were middle class, if they are rich now (possibly billionares) it’s not a stretch to guess She was the founder and CEO of Quackerware

Who was her? A business woman, an intelligent, Resentfull, Coniving woman, with possibly a hunger for controll (Drake got his creepyness from somewhere, his parents seem way too meek to have given him that). Speaking of...

Mrs&Mr Drake

(Broken, broken people)

So Gamimama probably set her Daughter and Son inlaw up into slavery to her beloved grandson. Why tho?, so extra, my theory: Doofus mother married down the sicial hierarchy and Gamimama didn’t like it one bit.

The few times we see the Drakes personalities, Mrs Drake has allways showed (a tiny, minuscule bit of) resistance, Mr Drake, even when suffering the worst of his son’s abuse, is always desperate for Doofus love and apreciation.

(Cheesy trope TW) pure speculation

Lets say Ms Francis (at the time) finally stood up to her controling mother and started dating a lowly worker on her mother’s company, they are in love, Gamimama doesn’t aprove, Mr Drake proposes, Gamimama doesn’t aprove, they wedding day aproaches Gamimama doesn’t aprove, no matter what mr Drake does she.does.not.aprove. Ms Francis is getting tired of trying and is considering cutting her mother off, realizing she may loose control Gamimama begrudgingly aproves, They get married they have a son and Gamimama suddenly becomes a sweet doting grandma, she gives the new family everything they could ever ask for including (very important) financial security and emotional reasurance, then she dies. Thanks to some crafty details on the will dear Doofus Drake MUST get anything he wants and any either money or business desicion must go trough her infant grandson.

My guess is that as soon as lil Doofus started acting like Gamimama mr Drake started having Vietnam flashbacks and threw his heart and soul into getting back the sweet son he had. Mrs Drake, now financially trapped, was demoralized by seeing her Son get mad with power and her housband reduced to a shell of the man he once was, Without a united front they found themselves in a frog in pot situation and were ultimately Doomed.

Anyway, hope they are better with Boyd and manage to recover, move to St Cannard and bother Drake infinately(thank god cuz I made myself a little sad there)

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Hi hi @pistoletrose

A delay can happen between the union, but still it can be worth the wait .

As with waiting builts up more trust between the two of you . The person can be a forignor and have some wealth to their name.

It can be that the person was hoping to ,manifest someone like you into the relationship.

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The person can be someone who has to have a plan and calcatued. Someone that doesn't know how to give up. Personality reminds me if Bussines proposal the main male lead a webtoon I'm reading .

The person can seem serious and just focus on work ,but become open to trying new things out of love .

The word Paris or the city of love 😍

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