#show up for the cuteness and stay for the emotional damage!!!

[avionvadion]

Just watched Ghibli’s Tale of Princess Kaguya.

That was emotionally devastating. Thanks.

[seresinhangmanjake]

Come Back Together

Benny Cross x reader 

Summary in bullet points:

Now that Benny is back in your life, he is trying to be a better husband

Benny is insecure about his relationship and a barfight ensues

Reader is pregnant (three months)

Benny does a bit of pining and is emotionally vulnerable

Fluffiness 

Part 2 of Come Back Knockin’

Notes/Warnings: *Spoiler free*, angst and fluff, relationship struggles, physical altercations (fist fight), mention of blood and injury, mention of pregnancy, mention of alcohol, cursing, kissing, happy stuff, typos. I think that’s it. This took me forever to write for some reason and I was weirdly stressed about it. tf is wrong with me, right? Anyway…

Words: alright no one freak out…it’s 4300. Idk why it’s a lot longer than the first part but I always do that. If you’re willing to venture onward, I appreciate it :)

Benny Cross Masterlist

Part 3: Together and More

He stares at you incessantly. Which isn’t out of the ordinary—he used to stare at you all the time—but there’s something else to it now. He stares as if he thinks you’ll disappear the second he takes his eyes off of you. Like you'll slip through his fingers. Ironic, really, since disappearing in the blink of an eye is more his thing. 

“Can I make you something?” he asks, staring at you from his chair while you pull a carton of eggs from the fridge. “You should be sitting instead of me.”

“You don’t know how to cook, Benny,” you state matter-of-factly, turning your back to him as you switch on the stove and set a pan on the lit burner.

Cooking has always been your responsibility. It was one of the things you brought to this relationship. And you liked being the one to keep Benny fed, never chiming in when the other Vandals’ wives and girlfriends mentioned how exhausting it was to satisfy their man’s grumbling stomach. You liked that Benny appreciated you for it. 

Now you wonder if subconsciously you believed that as long as you fed him, he’d stay by your side, regardless of his wild nature. Kind of like a puppy. But Benny Cross is no puppy.

“I should probably learn,” he says. “You know, for the kid.”

You hum, cracking an egg on the edge of the pan. “Maybe you should stick to learning how not to ditch your family,” you retort, and immediately your features twist in a wince.

You can’t believe you let those words out of your mouth. You’d been doing so well at holding in the little jabs and remarks, no matter how hard they’ve pushed at your sealed lips. Not to say a few of them haven’t slipped through in the last month, they have, but each time they did, you received instant punishment in the form of Benny’s heart crumbling right before your eyes.

He’s never tried to make you feel guilty about your slip-ups, but he can’t seem to hide his expressions around you anymore. Ever since Benny returned, he’s been different. Your husband who was once so stoic has untethered his emotions from the piece inside of him that, for years, refused to let them show. His affection is more outward now, but unfortunately, so is his pain. So you made a rule to stop doing that to him; stop catching him off guard with words of hurt during a time of pending forgiveness. What he did was damaging, yes, but it’s unfair to pick at him when he’s been doing everything he can to show you he has value to this family; things he never would have done before. 

He wakes earlier than you to clean the most-used areas of the house—a poorly done job; you still find dust in spaces dust should have easily been wiped up, but he tries. He found work at a mechanic’s shop not too far from the house, and surprisingly, he has yet to complain about it—a decent job was always something he physically and mentally shunned. He got rid of everything in the spare room and has begun painting the walls from the deep brown left over from the prior owners to a soft, light green that matches the baby blanket he brought you. It’s cute, and significantly better than you would have done without him. You would’ve been too stressed to put together a nice nursery.

Benny awkwardly clears his throat, breaking up your thoughts and bringing you back to the present. The lingering discomfort from your snide tone is palpable, heavy, just short of physically formed, and you can’t escape it. 

“I didn’t mean that,” you tell him as you flip the egg. 

The sizzle in the pan is louder as uncooked egg hits the heat, but you can still hear his deep breath, easily picturing the weak smile on his face when he softly says, “It’s ok. I deserve it.”

You’re about to protest, but he doesn’t give you the chance. 

“I was thinkin’ about goin’ to a meeting tonight,” Benny says. “You wanna come with me?”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Oh…” he says, dejected. “It's been a while since you've been to one. I know you stopped goin’ when I was…away, so I thought…”

You set the spatula down and turn to face him, crossing your arms. “I wasn’t going to go without you. And considering everything, everyone just would have pitied me. I'm sure they still do.”

His blue eyes fall to the tiled floor. You know he hates that such a thought would enter your mind, but it’s not as if you’re capable of stopping it. He put you in a pitiful situation, and were the circumstances placed upon another woman, you would have felt those same feelings for her. 

“No one pities you, baby. I promise,” he says. “They miss you.” His head lifts so he can meet your stare. “But if you don’t want to go then I'll stay here with you. We can watch a movie or somethin’.”

Your eyes widen. “No!” you yelp. Benny’s head jerks back at the sudden outburst and you swallow to buy yourself time to sort your thoughts into words, but the best you come up with is: “You’re right, actually. We should go.”

“But you just–” His brow raises in skepticism. “Are you sure?”

If your options are club meeting surrounded by a large group of people or movie-watching with you and Benny alone, then yes, you are absolutely sure. The movie channels have rallied against you lately. Out of the five times you and Benny have watched a film since he came back, all five have been romances. All of them!

You don’t know if he scours the TV Guide without you noticing or if the television channels have simply rallied against you, but sitting beside your husband who you are trying not to give in to is made all the more difficult when watching Audrey Hepburn fall in love with George Peppard or Cary Grant or Greggory Peck for God's sake. You see them and it makes you forget things. You forget that you’re as upset as you are, and with Benny so close, your heart starts to pound and you can’t focus on anything else. You want to crawl right into his arms, let him hold you and kiss you and take you on the couch after what has felt like an eternity apart. But you can’t do that. It’s too soon. So no movies. 

“Positive,” you nod. 

An easy smile slides onto his face. “Well that’s great, baby. It'll be fun.”

“Yea. Sure.”

“Alright,” he says, standing. “I gotta get to the shop.”

He pauses as he passes by you, and you hold his gaze as he squashes the instinct to press his lips to your forehead. 

You weren’t married to Benny for long before he panicked and left—only a handful of months—but it was long enough for the two of you to develop your own set of rituals. And by the consistency and ease with which Benny performed those rituals, anyone would have assumed they’d been in place for decades. 

A kiss on the forehead after breakfast was one ritual. As was the bedtime cuddling with your leg slotted between his. And the way he’d stare at you in the mirror, his arms crossed and body leaning against the doorframe as he watched you brush your teeth with a grin on his face. 

But the one you miss the most is the hug from behind that you'd receive once he’d decided to come home for the night. He’d circle his arms around your waist and place a kiss on your neck, and then he’d chuckle because he was so determined to sneak up on you and give you a little scare but was never successful. You could feel him before he touched you, you could smell his cologne, but you didn’t want to ruin his fun, so you let him have hope that one day he would finally surprise you. 

Benny blows out a long breath through his nose. “I’ll see you tonight,” he mutters with a brief hint of a smile.

As the front door closes behind him, a carbon smell grabs your attention and you look over your shoulder at your breakfast. It’s charred, inedible, and you don’t even care, you just knock the pan off to the side to keep the house from burning down.

—

“Well, thank the lord,” Betty’s voice travels across the bar as she and Kathy approach you and Benny. “We weren’t sure we’d ever see you again, honey.”

Kathy draws you into a tight hug that rips you from Benny’s side. “Things have not been the same with you gone,” she says as she leans back, rubbing her hands up and down your arms. She smiles so sweetly and you breathe a sigh of relief. These women were your friends and you feel guilty for abandoning them just because Benny abandoned you. “Come sit.”

“Benny Cross, we are stealin’ your wife,” Betty declares, “And you don't get to whine about it.” There’s a dash of vitriol in her tone that nibbles at your gut and you hope it’s simply an effect of the alcohol she must’ve had prior to your arrival. 

“Oh,” Benny says. You glance at him, at the disappointed look on his face—subtle, but there. He wanted you by his side tonight, but he’s not going to force you to deny their offer. “Ok.”

Kathy and Betty each take one of your hands and lead you to a small rounded table. It’s the centerpiece of the room, and as one of three surrounding it, so are you, unfortunately. As Betty sticks a cigarette in her mouth and Kathy takes a sip of her beer, your eyes scan the low-lit space. 

Stares from the men lining the walls burn your cheeks. You recognize only half of them—the Vets, as they’re known—and they give you their smiles and nods in a ‘welcome back’ gesture, Johnny, in particular, sporting a rare grin.

The others—the Newcomers; out-of-towners who came specifically to join the club—look at you with something else in their eyes. Amusement? Curiosity? They seem to know exactly who you are and enjoy a little too much putting a face to the name. You, however, don’t know a single one of them. They’d arrived shortly before Benny left, and while some faces, those with distinct features, you can recall from nuggets of your memory, you’ve never spoken to them. You never got their names. 

“Why this table?” you ask your friends.

“Best view of the pool table, obviously,” Betty chuckles after snapping Johnny’s lighter shut. She nudges her head in that direction. “Nothin’ wrong with lookin’, I say.”

Flanking the table are Cal, Wahoo, and Benny; Wahoo watching and chattering from the sidelines as Cal and Benny alternate between shots.

Benny edges from one side of the table to the other, sizing up his options. Then, cue in hand, cigarette dangling from his lips, he bends at the waist and lines up the shot. 

He’s so stupidly beautiful. The lamp hanging above the table illuminates him, defining his muscles by highlighting the hills and casting the valleys into shadow. A haze of smoke coats your view, but his pure essence and magnetism break through it like rays of sun through parted clouds. 

Benny’s eyes flick up to yours and he winks as he shoots, driving two balls directly into their nets. 

Your mouth goes dry. You swallow sandpaper, leaving your throat all raw and scratchy.

“So, how’ve you been, honey?” Betty asks, and you turn your head. “How've you been feelin’? How’s that nausea?”

“Yea,” Kathy adds, leaning in close as if seeking out a secret, “and how’s it been goin’ with him? Any trouble?”

“Um, I'm fine,” you say, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind your ear. “Nausea’s manageable. 

As far as Benny goes, there's no trouble,” you tell them, “It’s just–” You pause. 

What can you say? That you haven’t fully forgiven him even though he’s working so hard to be a good husband? That some of the things he’s doing around the house are swoon-worthy compared to what most men you know would do but you’re too stubborn to express the depth of your appreciation? Any woman would look at you like you’re insane. 

When you think about it like that, maybe you are insane. 

“I don't know,” you say with a shrug and a shake of your head. “It's hard to explain.”

“Well, according to Johnny, Benny’s worried each day in the house will be his last,” Betty says, blowing a stream of smoke off to the side. “That boy’s so afraid he’s gonna mess up and let you down again that I'm surprised he hasn't lost his marbles. I read in Life that bein’ that anxious wreaks havoc on the body and mind.”

Betty’s always reading something in Life, and a good portion of the time you are hesitant to take her seriously. Not necessarily because you don’t trust what the magazine reports, but that Betty tends to exaggerate for kicks. 

You have a feeling she’s not exaggerating this time.

Your face falls. 

“Don’t you feel bad about it for one second,” Kathy scolds, placing her hand on top of yours. “You’re well within your rights to make him earn his place.”

“I know, but I don’t want him to be scared that I'm going to–”

You’re cut off by a male voice slipping through a brief lull in the cacophony of noise.

“If she don’t want Benny no more, she can bring her sweet ass right on over to me,” a Newcomer says in a slurring mess. “I’d sure take better care of her than he did.”

Every soul in the room falls deadly silent—the only remaining sound being the melody of Elvis's Baby Let's Play House from the jukebox—and the world around you freezes.

Cigarettes are held over ashtrays, their ashes yet to be knocked off. Beer bottles are raised to lips without the satisfaction of a sip. The bartender’s rag has only wiped up half of a drunken man’s spill. No one is breathing and everyone’s eyes are glued to either the Newcomer or your husband. Yours are on Newcomer, watching his features shift and tick as he soaks in the weight of what he just said, and what it’s about to cost him. 

Kathy sighs. “Oh, god.” 

The whole bar hears her—impossible not to; you could hear a mouse skitter across the floor—and her words seem to carry with them the wave of a green flag, because a moment later, Benny rushes the guy and tackles him to the ground. 

Chaos erupts. All at once, shouts, curses, and hateful name-calling explode like the impact of a bomb. Nearly every man in the club is taking sides in the war between Newcomers and Vets. Fists fly into faces. Faces are shoved against walls. Walls are cracked from bodies slamming into them. There’s the distinct sound of bone meeting bone. Blood splatters across your table.

“Jesus, fellas!” Kathy snaps as she and Betty hop up, dragging you out of the danger zone. 

In a panic, your head whips in all directions. You can’t find Benny, but you need to find him and you need to find him now. 

You’ve seen him throw punches at races and members’ houses but this is too public a space, and if the cops are called, he can’t be caught fighting again. Nor can he risk having fingers pointed his way for instigating. He already has a record, and though you didn’t know him during his few stints behind bars, you know he has exhausted the sheriff's leniency. If you leave now, Johnny will come up with something to excise Benny’s participation should questions arise. 

You take a step forward but Kathy’s grip is tight. “Where do you think you’re goin’?” she shouts.

“To get my husband.”

Betty gapes. “Are you crazy? You're pregnant!” But you ignore her, shaking Kathy off and heading into the storm. “Johnny! Johnny, grab her!”

You weave through fight after fight, stopping short when a body lands at your feet, but he’s up and out of your way in an instant, and you continue dodging and ducking until you spot a blond head. From what you can see, there’s hardly a scratch on him. The same cannot be said for the drunk guy beneath him. 

Before you can move another inch, an arm circles your waist and jerks you back. 

“Hey!” you snap. “Let go!”

“Not a chance, sweetheart. You stay out of it,” Johnny says, lifting you off the ground and setting you down in a safer area. He puts his hands on your shoulders and dips his head to your eye level, locking on to your gaze. “I’ll get ‘im, ok? I’ll get ‘im. Stay right here.”

You nod in agreement, your brows knitted and teeth chewing on your bottom lip. 

From this location, you have a better view of your husband and the friend who is trying and failing to break up the fight. Johnny yanking on Benny’s dominant arm is not enough to stop the attacks. Neither is the forearm locked around his neck. 

When Cal notices Johnny’s struggle, he pushes his opponent into a table and races over to take hold of Benny’s other bicep. Together they pull him off the man whose face no longer resembles a human’s. It’s a bloody mess. His nose is dented in, eyes swollen shut, lips split and mouth hanging open to reveal an empty space where a tooth used to be. 

Benny’s chest heaves. Murder is in his glare. He jerks against his restraints but struggles to break free with the force of two men weighing him to the ground. 

Then Johnny mutters something in Benny’s ear that immediately halts his thrashing. His breathing slows. The fire fades from his irises, returning them to their soft cerulean, and his eyes tear away from the beaten man to dart around the room in search of you. 

As Benny spots you, Johnny's lips move, seemingly forming the words ‘Get outta here,’ before he pats Benny on the chest and lets him rise to his feet. 

Benny comes to you and without stopping grasps your hand and leads you out of the bar.

— 

“You think you fractured anything?” You ask as you slide the key into the lock and turn.

Benny stretches and flexes his fingers. “No,” he answers, trailing into the house behind you and shutting the front door. “Are you upset with me?” 

He’s been wanting to ask that question since you left the bar. As he'd placed the helmet on your head and clipped the strap under your chin, you'd observed his lips, how they were parting as if to speak but unable to get anything out. And when he'd helped you off the bike in front of the house, his expression was far away, his jaw shifting, teeth clenching—the look of your husband in intense thought. 

At least he finally spit it out. Normally, he would have run his fingers through his hair and sighed, opting not to bother you with the question; a behavior that used to drive you crazy. It took weeks after you met for you to accept that while Benny was willing to share a lot with you—things he didn’t intend to share with anyone; a life, for instance—there were things best not to pester him into revealing. 

So you’re a patient partner. If it needs to be said or asked, it’ll be said or asked. And you're glad he decided this was one question that needed to be asked.

You sigh, hanging your jacket on the rack, and Benny follows, selecting the hook closest to yours. 

“I mean, you nearly killed him,” you say as you make your way to the back of the living room and open the closet that houses the first aid kit. 

On tippy toes, you can barely brush your fingers along the metal tin, and you grumble each time you unintentionally push it a little further back on the shelf.

A muscled arm reaches above your head to grab the kit. Benny places it in your hands before stepping back into the seating area and dropping down onto the footstool, his standard perch when you’re fixing him up. 

Blue eyes are glued to your body as you take a seat on the couch. 

You pull the lid off of the tin and riffle through it for the small bottle of alcohol—you’ll have to buy more soon, it’s getting low—and a clean rag. With the alcohol-soaked fabric at the ready, you slip your fingers under his warm palm, bring his hand close, and get to work dabbing the wounds and wiping off some of the dried blood. He doesn’t so much as hiss at the shot of pain that makes any other human groan and pinch their eyes tight.

“He was out of line,” he tells you.

“I’m not saying he wasn’t out of line, but I really don't need you getting in trouble and being taken away from me, Benny.” You’re focused on his injury, but out of the corner of your eye, he winces in shame. “Besides, he was just mouthing off.”

“Mouthin’ off about my wife.”

With a huff, you drop your joined hands onto your lap and shoot him a look. “I know, but do you honestly believe what he said could ever happen? Do you think I would leave you for some other man?”

You ask with the full expectation of a whip-quick reply—‘of course not, baby’—but Benny adam’s apple bobs, and his teeth clench as his eyes flit to the undoubtedly less interesting carpet.

“Benny…?”

He runs his uninjured hand down his face and looks up at you. “C'mon, baby, it's not that wild of a thought. Not after what I did to you,” he says, his thumb slowly running over your knuckles. “You are so much better than anything I should be allowed to have. But me? You could throw a rock in any direction and you'd hit a man better than me. One that wouldn’t have panicked and left you pregnant and alone for six weeks.”          

You shake your head. “That’s not true.”   

“It is true.”

“It is not, and even if it was, I don't want another man,” you confess. A beat passes as you exhale heavily to stave off the stinging of oncoming tears. “It hurts that you left, but I am working through it, we are working through it, ok? You’re not going to lose me, Benny Cross. Not unless you leave me.”

“I'm never leavin’ you,” he says. 

You place your free hand on his cheek. “Then you’re never losing me.”

Benny swallows hard and scans your face—each and every feature—lingering on your lips before meeting your eyes. As your thumb strokes his cheekbone, he wraps his fingers around your wrist, turns his head, and presses a kiss to your palm. 

“Baby, I miss you so much,” he mutters, his brows pinched in anguish. “I miss touchin’ you. I miss holdin’ you. I miss sleepin’ next to you.” He lightly shakes his head. “I know I don’t deserve you, and I sure as hell don’t deserve our baby, but I fuckin’ miss you.”

The unit that is your heart and body and soul feels as if it’s being cleaved in two. This isn’t what the past month of your lives was meant to be about. It was supposed to be about building trust, not dishing out punishment. And yes, you’ve messed up before, said things that weren’t fair, but keeping him at arm's length is more than that. It’s a deeper pain. Stronger. More potent. Not just for him, but for you as well, and now you can’t quite see the point anymore. Staying away from his touch does not help anything if what you want at the end of the day is to be together. And that is what you want. 

When you touch your lips to his for the first time in almost three months, you whimper. You whimper and you melt and the tears want to come back because it’s so much easier to resist desire when you haven’t entertained it in a while. But now you’ve given in. You’re tasting him like you used to, tasting the remnants of gin and cigarettes and the blueberry pie you made for dessert, and it’s all Benny. Benny, who is so shocked that you’ve kissed him that it takes a handful of seconds before he kisses you back and becomes the Benny you know. And then he’s curling his arm around your waist and pulling you into his lap, and his hands are everywhere. Squeezing your thighs, sliding over your ass, tracing up your spine, holding the back of your neck to guide you closer so he can kiss you harder, and yea, you are never depriving yourself of your husband again.

Benny stands, taking you with him, supporting your weight as he keeps kissing you and you keep kissing him. He blindly turns and settles into the comfort of the couch with your legs on either side of his hips. 

You lean back, breaking the connection of your lips. “Benny.”

He’s staring at you like you’re hypnotic, mesmerizing. Like he’s drunk on kisses. His fingers trace the curvature of your face. A thumb ghosts over the swollen pillows of your mouth. 

“Yea, baby,” he says, voice gravelly, just above a whisper.

“Do you want to be back in our bed?”

Benny stiffens and he blinks away that glazed-over expression. “You mean it?” He asks. You nod. 

“Are you gonna be in the bed too?” he says, sifting his fingers through your hair. “We're not just swappin’, are we?”

You smile. “No, we aren't swapping,” you promise him, your forehead falling against his. “I'm making room.”

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A/N: I kind of want to do a time jump Part 3 with lots of Dad!Benny stuff. Let me know if you’d be interested in reading that. Thanks :)

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[bones4thecats]

Hi hi hello! It's me 🧑‍🧑‍🧒 again, hehe. Your writing always sparks joy! And I have a new idea for a request (^w^)

Could I request Ace, Deuce, and Floyd with a reader who often patches them up or straightens out their hair/clothes for them whenever they get into some sort of mischief or fight? Like, they clean wounds and uses plasters or bandages with cute designs or fix crooked ties or collars. It's their way of showing affection (like a little cleaner shrimp haha)

I hope you have a wonderful day! Remember to stay hydrated (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

When Their S/O Straightens Them Out

Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, and Floyd Leech Requester: 👪Anon A/N: This is honestly so cute! By the way, like in my other Twisted Wonderland pieces, the reader is not considered to be MC (or Yuu Sei and I have dubbed him in my au) ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Book 1 Chapters 24-28 and Book 3 Chapters 33-39 (not fully-centered - just mentioned) and Mentions of speaking lewdly, fighting, injuries from fights, and physical assault leading to almost-permanent damage ⚠️

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»»———————————-　 Ace Trappola 　———————————-««

🪅 Ace has always had a big issue when it comes to relationships. It is literally canon that he had a girlfriend in middle school and when he lost interest he ghosted her till they broke up

🪅 But, when he finally met you, the first year began to seemingly become more mellow around you. Well, he was still a little rascal to others, but he loved to just sneak behind you a spook you instead of dunking buckets full of water on you

🪅 And he was the same until another Heartslabyul student began to get a little close to you. And by close, I mean by stating his care for you loudly during practices, oblivious to the fact that your boyfriend was a mere few feet away from him

🪅 Let's just say the jealousy bubbled over and he threw a basketball at his face, sending the other into anger. And to sum it up, you and the teachers were beyond pissed

"I mean what were you thinking?! You could've gotten suspended, and if you think Riddle would get super angry about a missing tart imagine a suspension!"

🪅 Ace sat there as you began to re-wrap his injuries from the fight, and seeing the fairly deep cuts and scrapes reminded you of when you helped the rest of your dorm and the magicless human and his pet cat against Riddle's overblot

🪅 He watched carefully and pretty much ignored your scoldings in favor of seeing your face flush slightly in anger and contort as you spoke. Ace may not seem like it, but he does love to observe you caring for him. Some would call that slightly creepy, but you found it flattering, he paid you more attention than his homework

🪅 You began to put the bandages away with the cleaning materials when you felt two arms hug you from behind and a man's chin lay on the top of your head

"Thank ya', lovely."

"Anything for the Ace of my Heart."

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»»———————————-　 Deuce Spade　———————————-««

♠️ Despite what he wants, Deuce does still have his delinquent urges inside of him. He is severely protective over you to the point where others would think that he was forcing you in the relationship. Thankfully you know better

♠️ He loves to see you happy, even if it means others make you that. But Deuce can tell what someone is really thinking. He spent quite a bit of his childhood around people who hid their true emotions, heck, he was even one of those people!

♠️ So, seeing this random Pomefiore student come up to you constantly and act as if he just wanted friendship, but in reality he was just trying to woo you over. Wanting you to leave Deuce for himself

♠️ Deuce was getting angrier by the day, so it was bound for his anger to finally take over and cause him to act out

♠️ All it took was hearing the other man speak awfully gross things of you in the changing room after Track and Field practice. And he took the first hit

♠️ Next thing he knew you were fixing him up and trying to heal around the collar that came from Riddle earlier that day. The housewarden had found out about the disagreement and yelled his signature spell's name, making you sigh in annoyance

"Dearest, I understand that you love me. But you shouldn't have put yourself through that kind of action, Great Seven knows if he were to press assault charges onto you!"

"Y/N... I'm sorry. I've tried so hard to be the perfect straight-A student for you, my mother, and grandmother and then hearing that- that bastard talk about you that way just made me snap. Y'know?"

♠️ You smiled gently as you laid the extra materials aside and held your boyfriend's face to look at you. You rested your forehead onto his as he sighed and hugged you back

"I love you so much, Deuce. Just the idea of you being minorly hurt, nonetheless severely hurts."

"Understood. I'll try to be a bit better, okay?" Deuce asked, his smile enlarging as you nodded and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you so much for loving me, Y/N."

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»»——————————-　 Floyd Leech 　——————————-««

🎭 When you first met Floyd during your first years at Night Raven College, you knew that you would feel sorry for his future one and only. Little did you know that you were that one and only

🎭 Everyone understood the memo when Floyd was around. Do not speak ill of him or someone he was close to, it would only result in the sadistic eel-mer to pop up and practically squeeze you until you had a permanent dent in your ribs

🎭 Unfortunately for a new Octavinelle first year, he viewed the rumors as dumb. He was obviously acting this way to gain attention in that way, there was no way that a puny-looking eel-mer was stronger than the gorgeous and powerful betta-mer that he was!

🎭 Over the passing couple weeks, you have been hiding every interaction close to flirting away from the Octavinelle trio, knowing that either Azul and Jade would tell Floyd in a heartbeat

🎭 But, again, sadly for that new student, Floyd was walking around instead of being on his shift -due to finding it boring- and found the male taking his hair, which was flipped onto one side, and attempting to use dark-red and white colors to attract you. And that was not just going to pass by Floyd like nothing

"Y/N! Who is this you're talkin' too? A new friend?"

🎭 The sharp row of Floyd's teeth poking out from his smile didn't even spook the other male. And when he tried to lay a hand on you, Floyd snapped and began to twist the other male's arm to the point it was on the bridge of breaking. He just smiled as you laid a hand on his shoulder and asked him to put the guy's arm down

🎭 He did and watched with amusement as the other being began to run away in pure fear, gripping his arm as the pain echoed. You just groaned and adjust Floyd's jacket and look over his hands for any kind of scrape from work or being an idiot

🎭 Floyd smiled with wonder in his eyes as you cleaned him up like a little shrimp. Kind of like the magicless guy from Ramshackle!

"Y/N~ Would you ever leave me for that little baby fish?~"

"No. Why, you jealous?"

"Psh! Please. I know that I'm better than all those other bottom feeders."

[coqvttes]

୨୧― 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠. 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧

୨୧˚ synopsis: your dad sends his best friend officer grimes to pick up his precious daughter from a party, but things get heated when rick punishes you for resisting an officer.

୨୧˚ warnings: nsfw 16+ only, p in v, petnames, crying, teasing, spanking, fem!reader, sub!reader, dbf!rick, dom!rick, age gap, creampie, rough sex, manhandling, mentions of handcuffs, public sex, lmk if i forgot anything!

୨୧˚ wc: 1.4k for @pillow-princess-69 ‘s request <3

“you’re coming with me, sweetheart,” he says, giving you no chance to answer or even breathe before he’s hoisting you up and practically throwing you over his broad shoulder. you squeal as he holds you firmly in place. 

“noooooo, rick, im having fun!” you wail, smacking his shoulder as if it would do any damage. he shakes his head as he heads back towards the front door, his hand holding you by the waist, fingers so dangerously close to your arse.

“‘m staying here!” pleading, you kick your legs up in the air, causing his grip on your side to tighten. He pays you no attention as he pushes through the crowd of people holding red cups and dancing to the awfully loud music. 

he manages to get past the front door and he pulls the door of his police patrol car open, leaning down to plop you down in the passenger seat. he slams your door shut before getting in the driver's seat. 

“seatbelt,” he orders, but you ignore him and huff as you cross your arms, gosh you never fail to give him the usual attitude. he rolls his eyes before leaning over you to click your seatbelt on for you like a child.

“i’m not a baby! it was just a party. it’s only midnight! you just had to barge in and ruin it.” you complain, glaring at him. 

“your dad sent me to pick you up, so i’m just doing my job, and i don’t want you to get drunk and get yourself into trouble.”

he starts the engine up and rests his hand on the back of your headrest to reverse, but you don’t even hear him as your attention is focused entirely on his beefy arm as he’s trying to reverse out of the driveway. 

“officer, is it true that you get to take your handcuffs home?” 

his brow raises, and he gives you a curious expression before nodding. 

“yes, i take my cuffs home with me, got em right here,” he says, taking a hand off the wheel to show you the cuffs that hang on the belt of his trousers. you smile before speaking again.

“do you use them when you have sex?”

his expression changes to complete shock, and his cheeks burn as he spares you a glance. his expression is priceless as he fumbles with his words, unsure of how to answer such a question.

“i’d let you put me in handcuffs, officer. grimes,” you whisper, trailing your fingers slowly up his tense thigh before hastily grabbing onto his prominent bulge in his trousers, palming him cheekily.

oh now you’ve done it. He abruptly stops the car in the middle of nowhere, as it seems. you smirk as you try to read his emotions as he switches gears before pulling his seatbelt off. he gets out of the car before looping around to your side, opening the passenger door.

“get out.” he pulls you out by the arm roughly and slams the door shut, maneuvering you over to the hood of the car as you stumble along.

“you need to watch your mouth, sweetheart. saying things like that to a man might get you into some trouble, you know?” 

his voice is deep and throaty, and your cunt is practically drooling for him as he bends you over the bonnet of the car, his palm pressing down on the dip of your back, just above your arse. 

“‘m sorry, officer, are you gonna have to punish me?” you tease, wiggling your arse at him, practically taunting him. 

“god, you’ve been testing my patience, sweetheart. you know how long i’ve had to hold back from putting you in your place? god if it wasn’t for your dad, i would’ve fucked you by now.” 

rick practically growls as he flips up your little skirt, smiling when he sees how your cute little cotton panties have a dark wet spot down the middle, right where your precious cunt is.

“awww you wet for me, darlin?” he coos, rubbing his calloused thumb over the dampness of your panties, pressing down ever so gently. he grins satisfactorily as you let out a quiet whimper, arching your back into the pleasure.

his fingers sneak into your panties and cup your glistening mound before tugging them down entirely, pulling them off your legs before stuffing them in his pocket, but you don't know that. 

you gasp and turn your head around as you hear his belt unbuckling before he tugs his trousers and briefs down just enough so that he can pull his dick out. he’s so hard, his angry head is leaking with pre-cum from your previous teasing. 

he rubs the tip against your weeping cunt a few times before he pushes inside of you, groaning throatily. you lunge forward from the sudden intrusion and gasp out his name. 

his hand rests on the dip of your back, and his other rests on the curve of your arse. he sheathes himself inside you entirely before pulling out halfway, his movements are slow, and you whine impatiently. just as you’re about to complain, he starts thrusting in and out of your hole mercilessly.

knocking the air out of your lungs, you feel the drag of his dick in your gummy walls as he fucks you into oblivion. your knees buckle, and you lose your balance, but his strong, muscular arms hold you up against the car firmly.

god forbid, if any car drove past you, you’d both be down for public indecency, but it’s 4 a.m. and nobody drives down these roads at this hour. besides, he’s the law around here; he’s never letting anything happen to you, not on his watch.

rick cruelly pounds into your cunt, whispering filthy nonsense about how he’s been waiting so long to do this and how much of a brat you are. 

none of it makes sense in your dumb mind. with the feeling of his dick bullying into you, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been waiting for this too. 

“r-rick! faster!” you cry, your voice wobbling slightly as your body lunges forward with each of his thrusts. 

“say it properly,” he tuts, bringing his palm up before smacking it on the softness of your arse. whimpering through tears, you barely manage.

“p-please officer, faster-!” he lets out a hum of approval before picking up his pace, now brutally snapping his hips against yours. 

it’s all too much with the rough groans coming from his throat, the lewd smacking noises of his hips snapping against yours, and your slutty moans. your climax nears as you chant his name like a prayer. 

he pounds into you in an almost animalistic manner, his hands gripping onto your waist so tight you swear you’ll bruise later. drool dripping down the corner of your lips at how deliciously filthy he’s fucking you. 

“ohh rickkk, mm!” you moan delightedly as your cunt clenches around him, pleasure washing over you entirely as you lose yourself around him. he follows up shortly, releasing his cum inside you with a broken moan.

“sweetheart”

he slowly exhales as he pulls out of your heat, warm cum spilling out of your used hole as you remain bent over his car, cunt clenching around nothing as he leaves you empty. 

“thank you, officer.” you giggle, pulling your panties back up.

“fuck, your dad’s gonna kill me.” he sighs, zipping his trousers back up and smirking at you. 

“not if he doesn’t find out.” you smile at him cheekily, approaching him, and he leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. you lean up to whisper, “next time, i’ll let you cuff me, officer.” you grin before walking past him to get back into the car.

he stands there, dumbfounded and wondering if he should just take you in the back of the car right now. he doesn’t think he can wait till next time, whenever next time is…

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[girlboypersonthingy]

Hiiii I wanted to request hazbin boys x injured male reader? Reader gets into a scuffle, gets roughed up quite a bit and comes home not looking too well (I wanna see em fuss over the reader lol)

Mmph, yes yes, I love boys fussing over their injured darling. Too fuckin cute! I have so many great requests for Hazbin and Helluva, I’m so excited 🫨 thanks for the request and enjoy anon 💟

Notes: gn!reader bc anyone can get into a scuffle so why not, mostly fluff with a sprinkle of angst

TW: blood, bruises, fighting, cussing, of course it’s suggestive during Angel’s part 😉

Includes Lucifer, Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Vox and Alastor

Hazbin boys x reader- Bruises 🖤

You’re not sure who roughed you up, you barely got a look at the dudes before you were laid out on the dirty sidewalk getting punched and trying to push one of the perpetrators off you. Whoever he was, he was strong and brutal and must’ve really had a problem with you because damn, you were fucked up. Not that you couldn’t hold your own, but there was more than one of them and they really caught you off guard. You had suffered several blows to the face and a few kicks to the stomach and back. Seemed like the group showed just a bit of mercy tho- they could’ve broken your legs or straight up killed you. Luckily, you limped away with only minor injuries but a huge blow to your psyche. While it could’ve been worse, it was horrific and traumatizing regardless.

It’s hard trying to stay tough and take care of yourself because you’re scared, feeling like you’ll have to look over your shoulder from now on when you’re out on the streets. It was also a bit embarrassing considering Husk and Angel offered to tag along with you to keep you safe but your dumb ass insisted you were fine alone.

It was late now, around the time everyone went to bed at the hotel so you were expecting to silently creep inside, hobble to your room and take care of yourself in secret. And if anyone asked about the marks or bruises the next day, you’d just blame it on a wild night of partying. To your surprise, as you walk in the door the entirety of the hotel’s staff and residents were sitting on the floor and couches in the front room, drinking and talking by the fireplace. Of course, Charlie had everyone doing some bonding bullshit late at night. The sound of the door clicking open has everyone’s eyes looking towards you now. “Ah, shit…” Leaves your swollen lips as the crowd gasps and one by one, they all stand and approach your damaged figure. Finally, the one person you really didn’t want to see you like this comes rushing forward to get a good look at you.

Lucifer 🍎

“Oh, Satan! (Y/N), are you okay? What happened? Ohhh, my poor angel!”

Proceeds to fuss and worry over you while wearing the saddest expression :,( his poor bb

Might actually cry a little…just hurts him to see his darling all banged up.

It’s not just the physical pain he senses, it’s the emotional pain you feel too- the fear and the trauma and the stress of it all

His hands just hover all around the most damaged parts of you- fingers almost touching your eye which was now swollen shut, his thumb ghosting over your busted bottom lip

Whisks you away to his room and runs you a bath. Gets you all clean and is probably still whining and crying over you as he watches the bath water turn red with all the blood washing off you and gets you ready for bed.

He’s an emotional man, okay?

He also feels extremely guilty for not being there to protect you. Even if you bluntly told him you don’t need his protection, he feels like it’s still his fault at least a little bit.

Miiiiiiight start a silly little argument over you never leaving the hotel or his side ever again lol

“I just want to protect you, my love. Please! Stop being stubborn.”

He’ll really really baby you tho.

Like even if your legs are working fine, NOPE! Don’t move an inch. Luci will carry you anywhere you desire.

“Lucifer, I just have a black eye and some scrapes. I can walk just fine, babe.”

And he’ll just ignore you and continue to coddle you and do everything for you

For sure this man peppers very gentle, very soft and slow kisses on your tender face once you’re cleaned up and finally resting in his bed

And he for sure cries again in the morning when he wakes up and your face looks even worse

Probably even panics a bit like-

“IM TAKING YOU TO A HOSPITAL OH MY SATAN!!! MY POOR BABY WWAAAA!”

“It’s just some bruises! Luci, they always look worse before they look better, I’m fine.”

Just calm him down with some kisses and words of love

Angel Dust 🕸️

“Holy shit! What happened, babe? Oh no…this is bad. This is sooo bad! This is why we wanted to go with ya.”

Also gets very dramatic and concerned, looks so sad over your battle wounds

But of course he’s a flirt even under tough circumstances and can make a dirty joke even in the most dire situations

He’d definitely tell you you look hot asf and that you’re soooo brave~

Tries to lighten the mood a bit

“(Y/N), I wanna be the only one who gets to rough you up.” *pouts but also winks at you*

Angel has had his fair share of beatings courtesy of Valentino so he’s very good at first aid and knows tons of tricks to help with bruising, cuts, scrapes, preventing scars, relieving the pain.

He’s great at the clean up part but even better at the comfort part

Brings out all six arms to wrap you up in while you lay in his bed, cuddling up to you while offering soft kisses to the parts of you that aren’t so sore.

Angel is always down to fuck so if you’re feeling up to it, he’ll offer you some great sexual healing while being oh so careful of all your wounds and all the painful spots.

Will let you take control too, he hopes it’ll make you feel better and maybe return some of the confidence you lost from this scuffle.

He can spot a bruised ego from a mile away and he’ll do anything to get you feeling happy and secure again.

Also argues with you about never letting you go anywhere alone ever again lol he just loves you too much. If you’re gonna get jumped, he’s either gonna be there to help you out of it or he’s gonna be taking half the beating right next to you.

Reminds me of a song…

“I wanna walk with you, wherever you go to. I wanna hurt with you. Whatever you go through, I do too.” -sour switchblade by Elita

Yeah that’s Angel, just wants to be beside you no matter the circumstances

Husk 🃏

“Oh, you dummy! This is why we wanted to go with you. Oh, doll face. Who did this? You alright?”

Yeah, he’s mean sometimes so he’s gonna scold you for going out alone before the comforting starts.

Ultimately, he doesn’t pull you away to get you cleaned up or anything. Lets you decide what to do next, where to go. He just follows you and keeps a hand on you somewhere to let you know he’s here for you.

Will whip up any drink you ask for in hopes of it relieving the pain a bit

But he’s sneaky, he’s gonna ask you tons of questions about what happened, who did it, where you were, how many of them there was. Won’t give you your drink until you answer him.

Husk is plottin and schemin, wanting to get back at the assholes who did this to you. Hes thinking about all the cool, little weapons he has and what he can do with them to teach those jerks a lesson.

In the end tho, he does get more sentimental and soft spoken later while cuddled up to you in bed.

He’ll purr softly in your ear while letting his hands gently roam your body, tracing comforting circles all over your bruised skin

Will def wrap you up in his silky wings and then proceed to pour out his entire heart to you.

“I love you. I’m so glad you’re okay. You need to listen to me. I know better than you, I’ve been down here a long time. You have to be more careful. I dunno what I’d do if I lost ya, doll. You gotta stick with me, I’ll always protect ya.”

Once you fall asleep, he wanders out to the lobby to find Angel at the bar and there they talk about teaming up to get revenge on the assholes who dared to touch Husk’s little babe

The next morning, of course they’re still talking about it. You’ll have to tell these idiots to stop and just let it go bc omg they sound crazy rn they’re gonna make a mess if you let this continue

Buuuut if you kinda like them fussing over you this much, then by all means let them do their thing as you sit back and enjoy the attention

Ooooh, Husky is getting maadddd. Kinda cute when he lets a protective growl slip out while talking to Angel. Aww he loves you~

Sir Pentious 🐍

Immediate tears and full blown panic attack at the sight of your battered face.

“OH MY GOODNESSSSSS!!! My baby! My darling! Ohhhhhh, you poor thing, come here! I’ll take care of you.”

Doesn’t care that the entirety of the hotel residents are crowded around watching you two- Pentious holds you like a baby in his arms and carefully sinks to the ground with you, holding you so tight it actually kinda hurts due to all your bruises.

Cries for a while like this- goes back and forth between examining your bruises and cuts and bloody nose with his watery eyes to then burying his face in your neck as he weeps for you.

“Pen, I’m okay. Just a little banged up. Nothing I can’t handle.”

“I CAN’T HANDLE IT!!! You’re too pretty to be beaten up like thisssss. Aawwwww.” And he’s crying even harder now.

And this goes on for a while until you finally decide to get up and go to your room with him to get cleaned up.

Babies the absolute fuck out of you- brings you food in bed and tries to feed it to you, gets you in the bath and refuses to let you touch anything while insisting he do all the work for you, carries you everywhere.

It’s actually so nice tho- he washes your hair for you real slow and firm as he scrubs your scalp, very carefully washes the dirt and dry blood from your skin only to reveal more bruises he hadn’t seen before, carefully applies ointment to your bloody cuts and scrapes

Listen…this man is not gonna stop crying until you are 100% healed up. Even the next morning, you wake up beside him to see his face wet with tears as he sniffles.

At least you know he really truly deeply cares for you and loves you 💚

“Oh, it’s okay, babe. I’m felling so much better today, especially since I get to start my morning in bed with you.”

And now he decides he’s gonna keep you in bed all day and continue to baby and pamper you

Keeps his tail and most of his body wrapped around you loosely all day as you watch movies and relax. Cant stop staring at your face and focusing on each blue and black bruise you wear, eyeing every cut and scrape and the split skin on your lip.

You took a beating and he thinks it’s only fair that you and him stay in bed until you’re truly feeling well enough to resume your normal daily tasks.

Of course, he has to stay with you in case you need something! Can’t leave his injured partner alone, wouldn’t dream of it!

Vox 🖥️

(I know he’s not at the hotel, pretend you just walked into V Tower instead, k?)

REVENGE REVENGE REVENGE

“WHAT. THE. FUCK?! Who? Where? When? HOW FUCKING HOW DARE THEY-“

You’ll have to cut him off or he’ll go on an entire raging tangent about revenge and eventually short circuit lol

“Voxy, I’m okay. Don’t worry about it. I just wanna get clean and go to bed.”

He slowly cools off and begins to focus more on you and your injuries, asking if you’re okay or if there’s anything he can do. Now behind closed doors, his entire attitude changes.

He’s following you into every room, watching you with an expression of intense sadness and concern, wishing he could take all your pain and give it to himself instead. He’d suffer for you if it meant seeing you happy and healthy

Sits in the bathroom in silence but keeps you company while you wash up. He might ask if you need help but also wants to give you space and make sure you feel safe

Assists you in getting dressed while making it very romantic and being very attentive. Vox will so slowly slip your pajamas onto you while letting his claws ghost over all your bruises.

Will lean in and kiss your busted lips right as your head pops through the top of your shirt, followed by a smile and probably more kisses

Listen, most of these boys are gonna become way more over protective after this incident okay? Vox is most definitely not an exception

Insists that either He’s gonna be with you every where you go from now on or he’s gonna send security with you every where you go from now on.

And no matter who is with you when you’re out in the streets, his cameras will also be watching over you.

Oh yeah, and he goes back in the cam footage and has a perfect view of the whole incident. He watches it over a few times before ordering a hit on every sinner who dared to mess with his lover.

You’ll never have to worry or look over your shoulder or worry again 😘

Alastor 🩸

Doesn’t say much or even stay long to worry about you at first.

He’s more angry and bent on revenge than anything. He’s worried about you too but he knows you’re strong and can take care of yourself.

He slips off to do some exploring and investigating to find out who did this to you

Spends maybe an hour figuring it out and then promptly goes on a murder spree to take care of all those pesky sinners who dared to lay a finger on his beloved

Okay, now that that’s out of his system, he can come back and take care of you.

Isn’t as cuddly and romantic as the others but he still babies you and refuses to let you do anything for yourself.

“Now now, darling. Just relax. I’ll have you cleaned up and feeling better in no time.”

Bathes you, dresses you, tucks you into bed all while humming slow tunes to you

Doesn’t cuddle you but sits on the bed beside you and gives your head some gentle pets

“You won’t have to worry any longer, my dove. I took care of those degenerates and I’ll never let you wander the streets of hell alone ever again.”

Will place a gentle kiss on your throbbing head before leaving you to rest.

He’s serious tho, anywhere you go he goes too. You’re never leaving his sight again ❤️‍🩹

[clxja16]

Love Talk

Lando Norris X Reader

Genre: established relationship

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 700+

Author's Note: this is just a cute little story about saying love to your partner. I might do more of this. Like more little pieces of this "podcast" or maybe I do them with different drivers. What do you guys think? do you want more of Lando, so like this same setting but a different? or do you want other drivers, so same setting but another driver instead? Lmk what you guys think. enjoy reading tho.

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“Tell me about the first time you guys said you loved each other,” the host, asked Lando.  

You and Lando had recently got engaged, and to celebrate the news, you guys decided to do a little podcast segment discussing your relationship.  Lando chuckled a little at the request before saying, “well there's a little context you need to know.”  Lando took a sip of water before continuing, “one of the first few dates we went on, we talked about love languages.  (y/n) told me that their way of showing love was acts of service, but how they liked to receive love was words of affirmations.” 

“You remembered that?” you questioned, being taken aback by the recalling of that night.  

“Of course I remembered that,” Lando laughed at your surprise, “but anyway, a few months later, we’re home in Monaco.  (y/n) is obviously staying with me.” 

“Oh yes obviously,” you retort sarcastically. 

Lando shakes his head a little with a smile, while grabbing your hand to hold, he continues, “and one morning, I need to go to morning workout.  She's still sleeping, but there was some laundry that needed to be taken out.  So before I leave, I gently wake her, and ask her to take the laundry out.  She sleepily says okay.”  

“They don’t need to know all that,” you fuss at Lando’s retelling.  

“It's part of the story,” he argues.  “Well anyway, I leave to go to training.  I’m gone for a few hours.  When I had gotten back to the apartment, (y/n) had done what I asked, and more.  She did the laundry, she made the bed, she did the dishes, cooked lunch, swept and mopped and basically made the place look spotless.”  

“I wanted to be useless,” you say, trying to make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal. 

Lando now looks at you, his gaze was soft, something so endearing. “It was that moment I knew you loved me.  You might not have said it, but your actions told me you loved me, and I wanted you to know that I loved you too.  That was the first time I told you I loved you.”  

“It was,” you said looking at Lando, “you never told me that you knew.” 

“Did you say it back?” the host now asked you.  

“No I didn’t,” you answer truthfully, “I was scared, I didn’t feel ready to say it.” 

“Lando, you weren’t upset that she didn’t say it back?” 

“No, because she said it first.  I mean obviously, I said it verbally first, but she showed me she loved me first.  So it didn’t matter if she couldn’t say it yet, because I knew she felt it.” Lando answered truthfully. 

Lando, still holding your hand, brought it up to his lips, giving you a quick kiss.  

“What about you, (y/n), when was the first time you verbally said you loved Lando?” 

“It was obviously after Lando,” you spoke up truthfully, “I believe we were in Belgium, we were at Spa.  It was a grand prix, and of course Spa brings up a lot of emotions for everyone.  It was a wet session, and it was qualifying.  Lando was obviously giving it his all, pushing the car to the absolute limit.” 

“Like I always do,” Lando jokes.  

You chuckle at the statement, “yes you always do,” you say with a smile.  “Um, Lando end up losing it in one of the turns, he had hit the wall.  And it wasn’t a particularly bad crash, he was fine.  The car had little damage, he was able to bring it back into the pits, and all was well.  However my first thought when I saw him was I never told him I loved him.” 

“But?” Lando interrupts.  

“Well at the time I thought I never told him I loved him.” You correct your statement, and continue “so as soon as Lando got out of the car, the first thing I told him was,” you looked at Lando wanting him to hear and feel your next words, “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” Lando reassured, “And at that time I had already told her I loved her, so I said it back right away, just like I did right now.” 

“Who says I love you more?” 

“I do,” Lando says. 

“He does,” you confirm.  

“(y/n) shows me she loves me all the time, and I know that to make sure she knows I feel the same, I say it more.” Lando says, looking at you with so much love. 

[letmereadinpeace4]

Love Sea episode 1 Commentary

So yesterday the first episode of Love Sea was released. After watching it, I decided to put down my thoughts and impressions. Hopefully I can keep it up until the end of the drama.

First, a few things:

I have bought and read the Love Sea novel. I will try my best not to spoil anything, but this knowledge informs my perception and my commentary. I have also read Love Sand, which chronologically happens before Love Sea, and I will spoil minor plot points if I think they can help understand elements in the drama.

There will be no Mame hate in this post, or in any other posts.

With that out of the way, let’s start:

The drama opens by separately introducing the main characters. Masahamut is diving, checking and noting damages, while Tongrak is on his way to the island, wearing the most impractical travel outfit he could have possibly worn. We learn that his stay on the island was booked by Connor Warrington, a close friend of his.

The character introduction is pretty well done. Masahamut is set up as a character who deeply cares about the well-being of the island he lives on. He is shown interacting with his friend Palm (they are not biologically related, they are senior/junior) and we get an impression of someone who communicates well with others and has a joking, playful side to him. Meanwhile, Tongrak is shown alone, even as he talks with Connor, we do not hear his replies, so we get the sense of someone cut off from other people. His outfit is also very fancy, showing his financial comfort, but also wildly impractical, showing that he is not very down to earth.

To explain who the characters are in the Mame universe, Masahamut is the best friend of Khom, who is Type’s childhood friend (from Tharntype). Khom is dating Connor, who is close friend with Tongrak. Tongrak is also a novelist, and his novels have been adapted by the movie director Aphros, who is Prapai’s uncle and the director who inspired Sky after his breakdown (not going to lie, with all those connections, I am low-key surprised that the closest we ever got to incest was Tum and Tar’s relationship).

At the docks, Tongrak is not exactly impressed with the place he will be staying at. We have it confirmed that Connor booked his stay because Tongrak’s next novel will be about the ocean (Connor my beloved I love you so much you asshole). Masahamut meets Tongrak at the docks and decide to piss him off by speaking in a Southern accent and not driving an appropriate vehicle to transport his suitcases. After Tongrak blows a fuse, Masahamut cuts him off and borrows a cargo tricycle.

This develops the characters a bit further. Tongrak shows a rather childish side and a lack of control over his emotions, while Masahamut’s confidence and capacity to adapt is set up. We also see more of his playful, “troll” side. I also like how his popularity on the island is subtly shown by having him borrow a bike from someone with no issue whatsoever. People trust him!

Tongrak immediately calls Connor to complain and demands to go home, further showing his childish, needy side. We get to hear Connor, who is mostly amused. Meanwhile, Masahamut unloads Tongrak’s suitcases with an amused expression and grabs the phone to chat up with Connor.

For more explanation about Connor and Masahamut’s relationship, they met when Connor stayed at the island for the holiday. He met Khom, who was working as Masahamut’s assistant and as Connor’s guide, and Masahamut helped Connor in his pursuit of Khom (in exchange for monetary compensation. Truly a win/win situation for everyone involved).

I love how entertained Masahamut is with Tongrak’s prissiness. He doesn’t care or take it personally, just rolls with it and takes advantage of it to troll him.

Masahamut escorts Tongrak to his room, who immediately pushes him out and ignore his offer to be at his disposal if he needs anything.

Sidenote, but I love Tongrak raging against the suitcase and later at the blankets. It is so cute, childish and relatable at the same time. I have definitely “scolded” a zipper because it wouldn’t open or the printer because it had issues.

We cut to Mook, Tongrak’s assistant/secretary, who is looking very busy and overworked. She is so far the most relatable character in the drama for me, down with the messy hair. She is called by Vi, Tongrak’s best friend, who promises to keep her busy. I love her, she is such a troll! Also a cameo appearance by Ja, which is definitely great to see! Hope he’s been well!

We cut back to Tongrak as he goes to a bar, wearing a really awesome sheer shirt and enjoying the attention he gets. Palm is his waiter, and immediately start hyping up Masahamut. We get confirmation that Masahamut is really popular both with the residents and with the tourists. We also learn that he is bi, which is great! We always love to see bi representation.

Tongrak seems pissed both at the fact that Masahamut is popular and by the fact that people would assume he is attracted to him, which he is definitely not! One hundred percent not! Not a trace of attraction here! Who cares if Masahamut is handsome anyway? Not him that’s who! And his sulking has nothing to do with it.

Next morning, we get to see how much Masahamut is involved in his community. While it may seem a bit heavy-handed, I do like that this aspect of Masahamut is so strongly enforced. It gives him a lot more depth and shows his maturity.

This mature impression is immediately countered when we see that he has a double of Tongrak’s keys and didn’t tell him. He immediately takes on the caretaker role and as he cleans up the room, we learn that Connor paid Masahamut to serve as Tongrak’s caretaker/nanny/guide/sitter during his time on the island. Is it like some kind of gift reciprocity? Masahamut helped Connor date his best friend so Connor helps Masahamut get with his own friend? I also really like the comparison of Tongrak to a cat. It suits him so well. We also have it mentioned again that Tongrak is very lonely (initially, Connor filled that loneliness void, but once he started dating Khom, he could no longer give as much attention to Rak as he used to, hence why he is trying to find a solution.)

Connor wakes Tongrak up. Not going to lie I would punch him! Do not bother me before I had my tea and breakfast! As he tries to punch him Tongrak falls on the ground, giving Masahamut a perfect view of his body.

The “seduction” scene is really well-done. You can see the switch as Tongrak finds himself in a more familiar territory and tries to seduce Masahamut by removing his robe/shirt. He really seems to enjoy having power over Masahamut, especially since the latter has annoyed him so much. However while Masahamut is admirative, he does not lose his head and starts commenting on Tongrak’s lack of body hair. You can really see the switch back as Tongrak loses his confidence. Peat acted really well in that scene!

I love how offended Tongrak is by Masahamut’s lack of sexual interest. Poor kitty got his pride hurt! Speaking of which I also love how Masahamut speaks of Tongrak like a kitty he is taking care of.

Tongrak tries to provoke Masahamut by constantly asking for a different breakfast and being picky, to no success. I always enjoy seeing Tongrak’s bratty side, especially when his brattiness doesn’t work.

Masahamut is such a troll! I love him already!

Meanwhile, Tongrak has found out a way to get Masahamut to do what he wants (to some extent). He pays him to get him to speak in a Central dialect. It really sets well the economic difference between them. Tongrak has money to burn and Masahamut will do anything for money. I love how much he doesn’t care about being bought and getting money from his clients. Masahamut is there singing “Material Girl” and doesn’t care about what anyone thinks!

I love it any time Tongrak’s more vain side is shown. The way he jumps when Masahamut mentions wrinkles. Also he is supposed to be in his late twenties/early thirties.

Masahamut offers his sexual services and can obviously see that Tongrak is more interested than he lets on. “Even if you were the last man on Earth, I still wouldn’t want you”. Oh hey! I heard a cool girl named Elizabeth Bennet say the exact same thing. I wonder what happened to her….

We cut back to Mook rehearsing her speech to Vi to not have to work as her assistant. By the way I love her shirt! As she dares Vi to call her, she answers her prayers and does so! We get to see that Mook has an itemized list of how to deal with Vi! That is some thoroughness! Anyway Vi claims a light bulb in her room is busted and that Mook needs to come and change it. I see Vi subscribes to the “pulling her hair” strategy in courtship. Meanwhile Mook is getting more and more erratic and her faces are amazing! She looks offended, outraged and confused at the same time. Also I love how messy her hair is.

“I’m a frail lead actress who can’t do anything on her own” as she sits on the ladder she used to bust her own light bub to get her crush to come to her place! I love Vi she’s such a troll! Also does she have Mook’s picture? I can’t really see well.

In his room, Tongrak is having trouble writing the sex scene and we learn he needs to have sex or to hug someone to properly write sex scenes. It really is interesting that Tongrak needs an intense physical situation to describe a romantic sex scene, because it suggests that he cannot conceptualize the intensity of the emotions involved unless he experiences a “similar”, physical sensation. It really goes with him being lonely but also suggests he never truly offered his heart to anyone.

The next day, Tongrak is working on his novel, looking extremely cute with his round glasses, while Masahamut is waiting. He soon gets bored and starts reading what Tongrak is writing. I wonder if the sex scene he reads out is a random scene that was written especially for this or if it was taken from another of Mame’s novels. I cannot place it.

Anyway Masahamut is bored of it and takes Tongrak on a boat to show him around. I love how Masahamut gently scolds Tongrak and tells him to sit properly so that he doesn’t fall, causing Tongrak to sulk. It sets up their future dynamic. Also Masahamut don’t scold the kitty! He’s a city kitty and has never been on the sea before.

Tongrak is called by Mook and doesn’t hear her well. Yeah in the middle of the sea it is a lost cause. Masahamut decides to take a dive while Tongrak is on the phone, causing him to panic. I actually agree with Tongrak here! For safety reasons Masahamut should have warned him.

Tongrak freaks out and starts crying. Masahamut tries to reassure him by poiting out that he’s fine but is unsuccessful. I love how he takes the freak out seriously and only reaches to touch him after Tongrak has been unresponsive. Tongrak scolds him and Masahamut reaches out to hug him and apologize. I love the light little kiss on the forehead and how Tongrak slowly accepts Masahamut’s hug.

Afterwards, Tongrak is embarrassed about his crying episode (don’t worry baby it happens to the best of us) and plays the shy Victorian maiden when Masahamut moves to remove his shirt as if he didn’t wear a sheer shirt in public two days before. Masahamut offers to show him the good stuff, and just like Tongrak I was not thinking of clams when he said that! Again, I love how confident Masahamut is! He is aware of his charm and sees well the effect he has on Tongrak. The episode ends with them still on the roof of the boat.

Overall I really enjoyed this episode. It was a good set up for the characters and I love the atmosphere they created. I look forward to seeing more of it.

[lazyalani]

| Blue Lock

| Them as Taylor Swift song lines

| fluffy, becuz taylor swift is life itself, i refuse to believe reo and chigiri arent swfities, swearing cuz its me, i had to redo this cuz tumblr literally deleted the first one :'), slight angst? I like the old version of this better :(

Ft. Reo, Nagi, Chigiri, Aiku, Sae, Rin, Bachira, Ness, Kaiser, Otoya, Yukimiya, Isagi

| Blue Lock Masterlist

| Main Masterlist

REO "you've got a smile that could light up this whole town" - you belong with me

Man you can't tell me his smile just not sends you to cloudnine. That one panel of him smiling at Nagi got me cursing that bitch for making Reo cry. He's so precious I'm crying. Nagi better have tripped 50 times after walking away from him. His smile is so genuine. Reo is so easy to read off field. His emotions are always easily seen based on his expressions and how he acts. Just by looking at his face and eyes, you could really tell how he feels. The way his face lights up and his eyes sparkle when he smiles got butterflies on my tummy. Fuck you Nagi.

MEGURU "we're happy, free, confused, and lonely in the best way" - 22

Bachira is always a mix of emotions. I genuinely believes he can feel and handle a lot of emotions at the same time and still only show one, and he chooses what to show. He's always smiling or calm despite the chaos on field and everything. He's so chill. He'd be the fun person to be around everytime. He's a flexible person. He could be fun when it's the mood, and bring out his lonely feeling when you talk deep. But he's so optimistic he lits up the mood again. He's the type to just go with the flow of anything and worry about something when it's there. The fact that he finds a way to make himself kind of okay is amazing cuz I would honestly lash out on everyone in the field.

RIN "back then we didn't know, we were built to fall apart" - the very first time

Ah, he's definitely the angsty childhood friends to strangers trope. The moment Sae broke him he was bound to break everything around him. Even if he hurts people unintentionally, the damage is still done, no? He inherited his brother's sharp tongue and bad attitude so if you aren't a masochist or a simp, better stay away cuz this man could make you cry with a sentence. It doesn't really help that he literally grew up all over Sae. It's not like Rin is the type to say "go away cuz you're distracting me from my revenge" or something, but his change drives people away from hi.

SEISHIRO "it's me, hi. i'm the problem it's me" - anti-hero

Literally sucks at communicating. He'd be the person who would slack off at communicating and do whatever he wants when he thinks you know him enough. He's probably think you know he'd buy a new house when he complains about the broken cieling. You better get that laziness out of your spoiled ass and start trying harder AND IF YOU DONT WANT REO ILL TAKE HIM. Get your game face on GET YOUR GAME FACE ON. Don't confuse and play with my Reo's feelings you asshole.

HYOMA "i'm captivated by you baby like a firework show" - sparks fly

You cannot tell me you don't internally scream when you see this pretty man. I believe in Chigiri Hyoma supremacy, I believe that he gets all the attention he deserves everywhere he goes, and I refuse to believe that no one in blue lock had even a slight crush on him. He's just so pretty and gorgeous and cute and talented and fast and charming and dreamy and fast and red. Please let me touch your hair you can kick me afterwards. I went into daydream mode the first time I saw him.

EITA "goodbye, mr. perfectly fine, how's your heart after breaking mine?" - mr. perfectly fine

I don't even have to explain. I would've burned his whole soul down if he did that to me.

AIKU "long story short, it was the wrong guy" - long story short

Don't even get me started on this one. He's so obvious. Tbh, in real life, you'd be pretty stupid if you didn't notice sooner. Getting with him on a committed relationship, a fubu, or a fwb would be a risky 50/50 if you're weak for guys like him, better run, but if you're a flagpole then why not? You could fall for him for all he cares, he just wants to have fun.

SAE "why'd i have to break what i love so much?" - afterglow

Now he'd defnitely be the one to lash out. Aside from the Rin drama, if Sae had a childhood sweetheart or something like that, they would either end up like Rin or slowly experience and see the change in Sae. From his usual teasing manner to the dry, lesser and lesser text and messages. He'd be the type to lash out and tell you to go away when you pry too much for his taste. Sharp tongued, bad attitude, sharper actions, so realistic to the point that he does so much damage around him and what's worse is that he doesn't care. He knowd what he's doing and he just doesn't care enough. It's not he doesn't love or like Rin or his 'if' childhood sweetheart, it's just the way he is after his change. He's like a fire burning everything on his path, and he just keeps going.

YUKIMIYA "darling, i fancy you" - london boy

Like, have you seen this man? He's a 3 in 1. Angst, Fluff and Sm-- hehehehe. He's so pretty, soft boy at first look and then sexy at the second, then angsty health drama in the third. My yukki is so strong for handling his sickness so well :') come here and lemme give you a hug.

MICHAEL "he's so obsessed with me and, boy, i understand" - i think he knows

Ness, I completely understand, it's completely justified. This man is gorgeous and he fucking knows it. He's probably the center of attention when he walks in and he loves every bit of it. BUT THE NEXT TIME HE BULLIES NESS IM RIPPING OF THAT REMAINING HAIR ON HIS BACK :D Aside from him annoying himsagi everytime and being a menance to everyone, who wouldn't love him? Talented, handsome, and don't even get me started on that 300M.

ALEXIS "'cause darling i'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream" - blank space

Oh boy only a little more and he's gonna fucking snap and rip himsagi's neck off. His smile is so babyboy and innocent but when he closest his eyes you better run. Many people probably think he's just one of those die hard Kaiser defenders who bark and be a stupid, good for nothing moron in the field but my Ness is very strong and boy he BITES. Reo version 5. Kaiser, make up your mind seriously, I'll take him if you don't want him.

YOICHI "i swear i don't love the drama, it loves me" - end game

Pretty self-explanatory. I feel so bad for him. My boy just wants to play soccer and suddenly he's a double love story antagonist and a brother stealer :') ever since Rin and Nagi came into the picture he lost Bachira. Like, just go away and give him back Bachira. Then there goes Kaiser and Ness drama, an upgraded version of reonagi. Reonagi drama level 3. Cuz level one is them, them level two is Kunigiri. GIVE HIM THE BALL AND LEAVE HIM ALONE. Need to build a government himsagi protection squad cuz Ness is probably gonna break his legs sooner or later.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Yandere! Romantic! KNY Himejima Gyomei Headcanons

(Our mighty king of the stones! This Hashira was honestly the toughest to write for! But nevertheless, here is Gyomei!)

Gyomei as a romantic Yandere has the Yandere traits of; Overprotective, Possessive, Delusional, Controlling, Authoritarian, Vengeful, Manipulative and Patient

- Once again with Tengen, I personally believe Gyomei would most likely never be a Yandere… at all! But for this situation specifically, I’ve done all I can to alter his character so it better fits Gyomei with the concept of Yandere

- Gyomei seems like the type to be a difficult one to turn Yandere but personally believe that Gyomei would get corrupted a bit easier than expected. He may be one giant of a man but he has a truly emotional soul that can grow attached quicker

- He is a very gentle and friendly epitome, both pre and post-corruption. He helps all new Hashira fit in as the most superior of the group, which also applied to you. He sensed your aura when you called for his attention and could tell how gorgeous of a person you are in a instant, and it enamoured him

- Gyomei’s composure also starts withering away around you, the deeper in love he falls. He goes from the intimidating and level-headed leader figure to a extremely lovestruck and shy soul. It’s actually quite cute, however, his feelings don’t stay pure and light-hearted for long

- Gyomei is the most considerate Yandere of the Yandere Hashira. He doesn’t want to interfere on your privacy, he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings, he doesn’t want to take nor ruin anything you own. You don’t deserve a broken heart. He’ll be content with what you tell him or what you let him feel for “showing” and keep track of every detail to a extreme

- Though, his respectful nature can’t stop him from taking secret wafts of your favourite’s mixed-berry hair soap concoction. You smell amazing

- Gyomei is extremely overprotective. Your safety is now in his big hands and he’ll gladly perish so you can walk out freely. You’re his life source, his blood, he lives through you and your heart. He doesn’t care how many injuries he gets or injuries he inflicts on man or demon, he cares that you’re safe and you’ll forcefully come home to him. He also guards you whilst out with you like a hulking pitbull dog, nobody will approach you as you got a personal wall

- Gyomei is controlling in his Yandere ways. Does it seem like he is harmfully controlling? I assure you, he isn’t. His form of control is quite minor as he only takes over one very small but very important thing; your crow. He cuts off your ability to communicate with other people so you’ll rely solely on him for socialisation and attention

- Gyomei doesn’t need to see any inch of you with his own eyes to know that you’re otherworldly. He can tell it by your voice, by that sweet gentle voice that makes him melt all over

- “Isn’t such a peaceful time with me and you just riveting? I believe so. Having your attention like this is a true blessing from the Buddhas. You don’t need to be around the other Hashira, stick with me”

- Gyomei is possessive over his love interest in his sick and damaged mind. His name is written all over you now so it means you’re his. He puts his gigantic Happi on your shoulders as a warning sign, why won’t it work on those idiotic braindeads?! Gyomei clings onto you in public and loudly gloats on about that you’re his and he’ll gladly break the jaw of anybody who dare touches you as he won’t accept people contaminating what belongs to him

- He is quite delusional, his sanity blurring and cracking so he believes the one concept he desperately wants; you to love him back and he has convinced himself that it’s only the truth. So, his head comes up with random excuses when you try reject him. You love him! He is the most kind man Japan has, there is no reason you’d ever reject him!

- Does Gyomei kidnap you to keep you at his Stone Estate? No. He kinda just drags you to his Estate after you’re finally home from missions to spend some “personal hangout time” with him and afterwards, openly manipulate you to stay longer then you can muster. It is cruel at times but he doesn’t wish to hurt your precious heart, he’s here to heal all of the pain! Don’t worry

- Did you know Gyomei can cook! He can make any and every grand meal you could ever want. Wouldn’t something like that and love keep you happy enough to stay here? Well, if not, Gyomei will have you come crawling to his Estate for him and his affections, he has lots to offer and nobody has anything to offer

- The definition of a occasional Authoritarian, Gyomei feels the need to dish out specific oppression on you when you misbehave, when you try run away. He doesn’t find it fun but you won’t learn if you aren’t punished, and he won’t hear out anything you may try say to him. No, he won’t his extreme passion for you let you off the hook, you must be trained properly and he does that with mild physical punishment, mainly verbal

- Gyomei is vengeful solely towards his enemies, his enemies being love rivals that attempt in any fashion to steal away your heart. He has lost so many people he cared so much about and couldn’t do anything about it. Now, he can fight back very well and he will, out of his inner burning hatred. Unless you interfere, Gyomei will let loose all the anger he has stashed away

- In contrast to his overwhelming protective and possessive nature, it interferes way too much even in his Estate. He attacks his own cutlery over a knife accidentally cutting you and he gets a bit annoyed if you favour using something of his over him. Yes, it’s there for your pleasure but so is he. Stop looking at everything else when your true love is as close as one can get

- Like mentioned before, Gyomei is manipulative and open about it. He has a very flexible tongue and he can easily get his way around any statement you present. You need to go home to rest? Why do you need to take a long dangerous trip when his Estate has plenty of futons. He does use some tactic of “smart-ass-y, thinking logically” type of manipulation against you to contemplate your want twice and make you comply to his desires

- Gyomei is very patient with you and your long adjusting to your new life routine. He understands, you making that one step from friends to lovers is a gigantic leap. He’ll cuddle you through the struggle, he’ll hold and kiss your hand to make the discomfort fade away. All unaware that he is the reason you’re so distressed

- Though, his obsession with you contrasts all his past beliefs but has made him set everything of his original self on fire to burn. He has abanonded all his original hobbies to worship you, praise the body he can’t see, devote his mentally-unwell love for you. But is it love? You can’t tell with the Stone Hashira

- If you can get past his horribly manipulative, obsessive and twisted character, Gyomei is a very loving and doting partner, and he’ll do anything he possibly can with his two arms and legs to make you happy? Do you wish for him to push his Estate closer to yours? He will. Whatever you want, Gyomei will bring on a silver tray and topped with his overflowing love

- “Yes, I know that getting my hands dirty for you is wrong, my lady. But they were evading your personal space and that’s unacceptable. I had to beat some sense into them so they understand to leave you alone. You’re my spouse, no one can steal you from me… not even for a second”

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Yandere Assassin's Creed Head Cannons (……bc I can)

AN: The AC characters are different levels of Yandere depending on where they’re at in their journey. (Except Evie lol. She seems pretty tame to me, very passionate, but not as crazy as the male yandere's)

Think that Altair would be a crazier Yandere when younger but when he gets older, he calms down, due to gaining more confidence in the relationship (and gaining control of the Apple). As a young man he would be paranoid of his darling being hurt as a result of all the enemies that he has and keep her close or well protected at all times. Then when he's older he trusts her not to leave him and also how to stay safe, plus he's honed his skills for all of those years at that point and even has the Apple at his command to use how he so chooses...

Advice: Don't run from him. She shouldn't even try it because it's like this man knows her every move before, she makes it! He doesn't trust easy, and even though he loves her with everything he has, Altair does not trust easy. He would expect her to run, and he would also expect her to try and fool him into letting his guard down ⚔️ so she could escape as well.

Altair would be an easy Yandere to fall in love with imo. He would reign in the crazy (he would show it from time to time but nothing too much & he would never scare her 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♂️) and just try to be kind and sweet. He would have a hard time at first with this as he's not very in touch with his emotions at the beginning, but his charm and sweetness would win her over in the end. Over the years he would show more and more emotion, and eventually when he begins to trust her, he's just- SO SWEEEETTT 🥹😭🥹. (Possessive - it's cute tho - and he'll kill anyone who touches you, disrespects you, or tries to harm you...but so sweet)

Ezio would be the OPPOSITE of Altair. He would be more laid back in his younger days but get clingy, possessive and paranoid about his darling's safety when he got older. After everything that he's lost in his life and all of the death he's seen, he becomes overcome with terror at the thought of losing her because he loves her so much. 💗💗💗

Like Altair he falls in love hard, but unlike Altair, Ezio would (just a little bit) be a bit easier to fool because he would love and trust his darling so much. So, escaping him would be a bit easier, but he will find her lol he ain't gonna stop until he literally drops. He will have her, or he will have death! 💀 😂

Think he would be the kind of passionate Yandere where it makes her pull away because it's too much at first, but he keeps pursuing her and eventually she's wooed by him. However, if we wanna make it more dramatic and juicy...she could rebuff his advances, and he would pursue her from afar, slowing but surely worming his way into her life.

Have a head cannon of his love running from him lol. How would he react? How would he pursue her? How long would she be able to stay out of his grasp? Don't believe for a second that he would ever get violent or use force. But a tight bear hug, with sickly sweet words, as he picks her up his hold never once loosening, as he takes her back to the home, he's made for her? YES. This man is tall and built like an Italian gondola (those things are hard to sink & they don't take damage easy either trust me) so he can be physically intimidating and wrangle her with no problem.

Could totally see Evie as a Yandere falling in love from afar and being aware of what she's feeling but choosing to keep it lowkey instead of pursuing it. She's aware that some Assassins have found their soulmate through these... feelings she's experiencing, but she's also aware of the darker nature of these feelings.

Passionate and shy at first Yandere. She just ADORES her love and thinks the world of her. She'll be very respectful and is quite the romantic, when she first starts courting her darling. The flame never goes out with her, no matter how much time the two spend in each other's company or how many years they're together. She's quite shy at first due to never having expected her darling to be female, so she's not quite sure how to navigate a romance with another woman. But she's a quick learner...😏😏😏

Personally head cannon Evie having a female darling. It just...fits. A Victorian London romance between her and her darling? HEAR ME OUT...but the idea of a historically accurate and forbidden romance? Just SENDS me, okay? Plus, Evie is already an assassin so you know that woman can be sneaky and discreet.

Imagine that one day she just so happens to be near where her darling is (read: she stalked them from afar bc she doesn't want to scare them) and she sees her down the street. They both stop: Evie in terror because her love is LOOKING.AT.HER, and her love in curiosity before smiling at her. They look at each other for a moment before her love nods at her and turns to go into the store she was headed for. The elder Frye swears that her heart is going to beat out of her chest from excitement and nerves.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Part 1 and 2 of Morticia Reader with Yandere Rudra (Gomez 2.0), Tesla (Gomez 3.0), Shiva (+Wives), Hercules (Gomez 4.0), Thor, Lu Bu, Indra, Ares (Gomez 5.0), Hermes and Sasaki (I can see him screaming he gives up in part 2 and tries to run)

I also bet a 100 bucks Reader would scare Shiva and his wives with her stamina (Along with everyone else, questioning if she’s actually Human)

-Beautiful, dark, deadly, passionate, loving, unique, all were words used to describe you and all of them were true.

-You were like the moon against the dark night sky, surrounded by pitch black darkness, bright but eerie and quiet.

-You found enjoyment in the dark and macabre, but to you, they were normal, beautiful things, skulls, poisonous flowers, dangerous plants, death, how lovely.

-Many thought you were odd by the way you dressed and carried yourself, always wearing elegant black gowns paired with matching jewelry with spider or coffin motifs. However, sometimes you would wear different colors when it was warmer out, just a slightly lighter shade of black with an umbrella, you didn’t need any unwanted color in your complexion.

-Your tone was always even and deadpan, never showing emotions the way others do, so nobody could ever tell if you were joking or not about feeding someone to your kitty-cat, an actual lion that you kept around who was like a housecat with you and those he knew, but vicious and violent with strangers.

-Many made comments that you would be attractive if you were ‘normal’ but where’s the fun in that? It’s much more fun to keep others guessing- keeping them on your toes.

-Speaking of keeping others on their toes, if anyone was to visit your private greenhouse, they would need to watch where they step or risk losing a few.

-Your garden was notorious for being filled with poisonous and carnivorous plants, and not just little things like little Venus Fly Traps, no you had a giant 4 ½ foot one that would eat people if they got close enough if you hadn’t fed them yet!!

-However, due to their healthy fear of your garden, you didn’t have many visitors, which you liked, less of a risk of your babies getting trampled or damaged.

-Your lover liked you the way you were, you were unapologetically unique, and he loved it, you were so different from other women and that’s what drew him to you.

-At first he did think you were a little odd, intimidating was a word he liked to use, as you weren’t afraid to speak your mind and there was always an air around you, a silent warning, but as time went on, he fell hard for you.

-Rudra- Found you absolutely stunning, you were unapologetically different, something he admired deeply about you, you didn’t care what others thought about you, but you were also kind to them in return, offering kind words instead. He liked that you were calm, as he needed someone calm because he dealt with enough with Shiva’s antics and you were the perfect partner. He could just come while you were reading or knitting and kneel before you and lay his head on your lap and stay there for hours if you let him. He was respectful to you and demanded the same from others, he wouldn’t hesitate to throw hands with anyone who would dare insult you in front of him, even if you do tell him it isn’t needed.

-Nikola- He was a bachelor all his life back on earth, finding women to be something unobtainable, believing he would never be good enough for them, and when he first laid eyes upon you, he almost collapsed to his knees. You were beautiful- the very definition of perfection itself, he couldn’t look away from you. When you saw this stranger on his knees outside your garden, you came over to inquire if he was alright, thinking he had been poisoned by one of your babies before he tried to speak, but only a sound like a deflating balloon came out. He ran off, red-faced and leaving you confused, but you quickly understood when he returned the next day with a bouquet of red roses, unable to look you in the eye. He was rather cute, being so flustered, but you made it worse by taking his arm, asking him to walk with you around your garden. He would follow you into the pits of hell if you asked him to.

-Shiva + Wives- All four of them were thrown off by you at first, you were so different, so unique, but so ethereal looking, and Shiva led the charge, wanting to know more about you. Kali instantly liked you, seeing your home and garden, seeing all of the dangerous and poisonous plants you had in your gardens, and you grew close to her after learning she was a goddess of death. Parvati was a little slower to warm up to you, a bit intimidated by you, but she quickly learned that you were so elegant and gentle and while she was your opposite, the two of you got along easily. Durga found you hysterical, your sense of humor never failed to make her laugh after saying, “I long to be looked at like all women to, with fear in the eyes of men.” Shiva was instantly taken with you, wanting to make you his fourth wife. Shiva loved you the way you were, he wouldn’t change a single thing about you, but at the same time, he appreciated that you wouldn’t make him or his wives change for you either. You all had your own hobbies and likes and if they wanted to learn, you would teach them, and in turn, they would teach you when you would ask.

-Hercules- He actually met you thanks to your kitty cat, your precious cat had gotten out and Hercules returned him to you, after reading the tag on his collar. While initially worried about you, as you seemed to be a petite woman, he was stunned when he saw your vicious and violent lion turn into a total cuddly baby with you. Hercules was curious about you, wanting to know more about you, you looked so different compared to other people, dressing in all black, even in summer, and snipping blossoms off your roses, only wanting to keep the thorns. You had an air of mystery around you, one that seemed to grab him by the neck, dragging him into your web of darkness, but he was happy to follow you, wanting more of the mystery you were offering.

-Thor- Met you through Loki, after Thor mentioned he was looking for a plant that was poisonous, but was used to make a rare medicine, and Odin asked him to find some of this plant. Loki knew you would be the best person to come to and when they found themselves outside your greenhouse, Thor froze, seeing you for the first time. You were so dark and mysterious but there was something else about you, something dangerous, but you were calm and elegant, even when you shooed Loki away from pestering your carnivorous plants, “If you lose a finger I won’t be patching you up again.” Loki pouted up at you, “Don’t be so cold Y/N~~” Thor was the one who tossed the troublemaker out and you were a bit surprised but offered a small smile, “Now then, you mentioned you were after something in my garden?” Thor nodded, taken by your calm and stoic nature.

-Lu Bu- He had met a lot of weird people in his life and when he first saw you, you quickly went to nearly the top of the list. You were dressed like you were mourning someone, you surrounded yourself with weird curiosities and carnivorous plants and a freaking lion!! He had never met a woman like you before, however… you piqued his interest. He wanted to know more about you, finding himself insnared by you, you were kind and polite with him, finding his lust for combat admirable, as he liked to fight. You weren’t like other women who would panic and faint at the sight of blood, you seemed to enjoy it, finding beauty in death. You sure were weird, but you were very beautiful, and Lu Bu quickly grew attached to you, not wanting to let you go.

-Indra- He had no idea there was a woman like you out there, you looked so gloomy and elegant all at the same time, you were so beautiful, but also intimidating. He could see how other men would look at you in fear, but you seemed to love it, crave it even, and Indra was the only man brave enough to approach you. He fell quickly for you, you were mysterious, elegant, and insanely beautiful, you were also well worded, you could hold conversations for hours with him, and you were able to keep his attention. He was notorious for having a short attention span, he would lose interest quickly, you were the first woman who grabbed him by the neck and held on tightly and you weren’t letting him go, not that he wanted you to.

-Ares- He saw you walking around under the pale moon, holding a black lace umbrella over you, shielding yourself from the rays. You looked like a demoness, dark, beautiful, and deadly and Ares couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. He followed after you, following down the pathway after you and before his brain could comprehend what he was doing, he called out to you. You were so pale, so beautiful, you looked like the moon itself against the night sky, he instantly felt his throat go dry as he stammered before you, trying to form his words. When you smiled he instantly fell for you, and you quickly grew fond of this giant man, he was affectionate and loyal, he reminded you of a dog, but Ares quickly wormed his way into your heart.

-Hermes- Adored you, you were beautiful, mysterious and incredibly intimidating, how could he not love you?! Zeus found you to be a bit odd, but Hermes adored you, he found you relaxing to be around. The two of you could talk for hours about music and books, comparing teas and baked goods, and the two of you just vibed with each other. Hermes loved spending time with you, especially in your gardens, as you taught him how to tend to your precious babies, however, he was still hesitant about dealing with your kitty cat. Hermes loved to waltz with you, putting on music and he would happily dance the day away with you, feeling the happiest when he had you in his arms.

-Kojiro- When he first met you, Kojiro’s first words to you were, “Are you a demon?” which just made you laugh while he was red faced, stuttering out apologies to you, however you weren’t upset, you were flattered by his words, telling him that they were lovely. He was taken aback by your words, seeing that you weren’t bothered, and he quickly grew more curious about you, wanting to know more about you. You were gentle and kind, but also very wise and mysterious and he found himself wanting to be by your side at all times. Kojiro’s focus and determination while training was breathtaking, his hard work had such fruitful results, it was like your plants, they took lots of time and effort, and Kojiro was the same way. You adored him for his drive and he loved you for your mystery.

-One thing that (Love) learned, once you became intimate with him, you were not as gentle in bed as you were during the day, you were like a hellion, scratching at his back in the heat of passion, demanding more and more from him.

-In bed, gone was the elegant and levelheaded Y/N, instead you were a succubus, wanting everything he had to give you and even more, even willing to go as far as taking it yourself if he was unable to do so.

-He couldn’t understand it when you could be up and walking the next day like nothing while he could barely feel his legs, and if he could they were shaking.

-He loved it however, because you would drown him in your passion and your love, doting on him so gently in the afterglow, kissing him softly, whispering gently on how wonderful he was to you. He wouldn’t trade it for the world.

-(Love) looked down at you, seeing you still asleep, your hair creating a halo around you, you were his angel of darkness, beautiful but deadly.

-A soft kiss to your cheek roused you and you smiled gently up at him, “My love~ you were so- so unhinged last night. I’ve never seen you like that before. You were like some desperate, howling demon. How you frightened me~ do it again!”

-Rudra- He couldn’t help but grin, leaning away from you just slightly, paling sightly, “I’m not sure if I can move at the moment, my love. Maybe we can try later after some food.” You smiled softly and crawled over to loom over him before settling into his arms, “Well then, let’s get to feeding~” he put his hand on your forehead, pushing you back, “Oh no you don’t- you’re not tricking me again!” you pouted lightly, and he pecked your lips before getting up to go and get some food.

-Nikola- Stammered comically, unable to form words, his hands holding you back by your arms as you tried to lunge at him, “I-I need a break Y/N! I can’t keep up with you!!” you smiled down at him, watching him fight before you cooed softly, “Well then- we should work on building your stamina then.” He smiled weakly up at you before allowing you to rest against his bare chest, hugging you close, sighing softly, thinking you were going to give him a break until he felt your teeth and lips nibbling at his neck.

-Shiva + Wives- You stamina was inhuman, even for the four of them, and they were gods and you had drained them all dry. They couldn’t keep up with you! They all shared a look before Kali, Durga, and Parvati threw Shiva at you, “We’re going for food!” you licked your lips down at Shiva after straddling his hips as he panicked, “Wait! Don’t leave me here!! You traitors!!” their laughter was heard as they went to go and find food. Shiva looked back up at you, trapped before his eyes narrowed, “Fine- I’ll give you what you want!!” delight flashed across your eyes as he grabbed at your hips to get started.

-Hercules- He reached a hand up to cup the side of your face, stroking his thumb across your cheek, “Food first- we worked off our dinner and our midnight snack. If we want to continue we need to eat first.” He pulled you down and kissed you softly and you hummed quietly, pressing a bit harder and he instantly lifted you up with his strength, holding you above his head, “None of that now- you’re not getting out of this without eating first.” You pouted but agreed as he set you down beside him.

-Thor- He learned early on that you were insatiable, with a sex drive for days, something that he had to work on, to match your stamina, else you would suck him dry. Normally he wouldn’t mind it, but certain times of the month were you feistier than others, and he had to learn how to put you down quickly to save himself. However… you grew aware of this and now your stamina was matching his own and now he had to deal with the consequences of his own actions.

-Lu Bu- Has stamina for days, however in bed you were quickly proving to be almost too much for him, he was always up for a challenge, and you were giving him that, but after the third straight night of going from sundown to sunup, his poor back was beginning to feel the burn and he felt like he was going to fall apart. Just groaned and managed to hug you close, pinning you down and fell back asleep, leaving you unable to move, making you pout before you cuddled him and went back to sleep.

-Indra- Immediately put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you back down into his side, pinning you there, “I’m not moving for at least the next hour! I can’t even feel my legs! You’re gonna be the death of me.” you cooed softly, nuzzling your nose against his cheek, “You know how to flatter a woman.” He snorted with laughter, but was true to his word, he wasn’t moving, and he wasn’t going to allow you to move either.

-Ares- His eyelid twitched lightly, gawking down at you as you batted your eyes up at him, he couldn’t believe how much energy you had. He moved to stand to get out of bed and you lunged, wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing yourself to his bare back, “You’re not going to leave me all alone are you~~?” he sent you a weak grin, “Y/N- I literally can’t feel anything below my hips. It’s gonna fall off if you keep attacking me like this!” you cooed, running your nail down his neck, “You make me sound like some sort of fiend~ but you’ve never told me no.” he twitched under your affections, swallowing hard, he could sense his doom incoming.

-Hermes- Pressed a soft kiss to your lips and smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down into you before he spoke, “If we’re going to do this, first we need some food, and I need an ice pack for my back. I think I pulled something going so hard last night.” You nodded, pressing your lips to his temple and he sighed in content, remaining there with you for a moment or two, basking in your affections for a few moments longer.

-Kojiro- His eyelid twitched before he instantly tried to roll over to run away but you lunged at him, hugging him from behind, “Don’t run from me my love~” he turned to you, his eyes wide and face pale, “I-I can’t do it!! I’m not a young man anymore!!” you licked your lips, looking like a hunter, “Don’t run my love~ I like to chase.” Anyone passing by your home could hear the scream of a man, begging for help, but then again, you didn’t have neighbors and you rarely got visitors. How lucky for you~

[mysticalmallard]

Muffin Dragon and Blue Bunny

Description: In this scenario Katherine is 7 years old she is staying at Bobby's for a night so her parents can have some "couple" time. Her brother Jax couldn't do it as he was away on a run visiting Jury and the devils tribe. Bobby diecides to enertain her by teaching her how to bake, normal no weed, muffins.

Word Count: 3,808

Warnings ⚠️: None..well some emotional damage.

Taglist: @arkytiorlecter @aimkatsz @ravennaortiz @darqchilddaydreamz

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As Katherine enters Bobby's house, he warmly greets her with a big smile. "Hey there, kiddo! Excited to stay over tonight?" He crouches down to her level and ruffles her hair. Knowing her parents were wanting some alone time, Bobby had agreed to look after her for the night.

"Thanks again for having her tonight, Gem has been on my ass about spending more time alone together" Clay thanks Bobby at the door.

"Hey, no problem man. Happy to help out." Bobby responds with a friendly grin, placing a hand on Clay's shoulder. "You two deserve a night off. I'll take good care of her."

"Right well here's her bag everything she needs is in there. A change of clothes, pyjamas, tooth brush and just about all the stuffed animals Kat could squeeze in here, shes good at getting ready and going to bed on her own, you'd just need to make sure she brushes her teeth, she says she will do it, but check alright?"

Bobby chuckles softly, taking the bag from Clay. "Don't worry, I've got this. I know how to handle a kid. We'll have a blast together." He glances down at Katherine, winking playfully. "And don't worry, I'll make sure she brushes her teeth. Wouldn't want the little sweetheart waking up with a mouth full of candy fairies."

"Candy fairies?? What's that?" Katherine tilts her head up to Bobby her hands still clutching onto her dads.

Bobby grins, ruffling Katherine's hair again. "Ah, the candy fairies are mischievous creatures that only come out at night. They love to play tricks on kids like you who forget to brush their teeth. They'll swap your normal teeth for sweet, sugary ones while you're asleep. Trust me, you don't want to wake up with a mouth full of chocolate teeth, do you?"

"Daddy, please don't let the candy fairies take my teeth," Katherine says, staring up at her father, her eyes full of fear.

Clay looks at Bobby while crouching down to Katherine’s level, annoyed. "Thanks man, good job"

Bobby grins sheepishly, realizing he may have gone too far with his playful anecdote. "Ah, I'm just messing with ya, kid. The candy fairies aren't real, I promise."

He shoots an apologetic look at Clay, silently mouthing, "Sorry."

"Daddy I wanna go home where the candy fairies can't get me!!" Her eyes watering genuinely scared that fairies will take her teeth.

"Hey, hey, hey, calm down, sweetheart." Clay says gently, to console his upset daughter. He pulls Katherine into a hug, holding her close. "The candy fairies are just a silly story. They're not real. Daddy would never let any fairy take your teeth. You're safe, okay?" Clay says with certainty.

Bobby interjects apologetically, kneeling down next to them. "Yeah, that was my bad kiddo. I didn't mean to scare you. I was just being silly." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "There are no candy fairies coming for your teeth tonight. You're safe with me, promise."

Katherine looks to her Dad for confirmation. Clay nods reassuringly, rubbing his daughter's back. "Listen to Bobby, sweetheart. He's telling the truth. There are no candy fairies, so you can relax and have a good time here tonight, okay?"

"Okay...but if they DO come you'll save me right? You wouldn't let them?" She says very seriously

Clay chuckles softly, finding her genuine concern cute."Oh, absolutely. If any candy fairies dare to show their faces here, I'll personally kick their butts. They won't stand a chance against me protecting my little princess."

Bobby grins, joining in with the playful reassurance. "And if they manage to sneak past your dad, I'll join him on the front line. We'll form an unbeatable team against those pesky candy fairies. You're safe with me, kiddo."

"O-okay..." she relents

"Atta girl now give me one last hug before I go." When she hugs her dad he picks her up and spins wanting her to laugh before he leaves.

Katherine giggles as her dad spins her around, her tiny hands clinging to his shoulders. Clay grins and sets her down, giving her one last squeeze.

"Alright sweetheart, behave for Bobby and do what he says, okay? me or your mom will come and pick you up tomorrow at lunchtime"

"No worries man. I'll take good care of her," Bobby reassures Clay. He pats the top of Katherine's head affectionately. "She'll be perfectly safe and have a great time with me while you enjoy some peace and quiet with your old lady."

Clay nods, looking at his daughter with a hint of lingering worry. "Thanks again, man. I knew I could count on you." He ruffles Katherine's hair one last time before heading back to the car. "See you later, kiddo. Sleep tight."

Katherine waves goodbye to her dad as he leaves not stopping until the car is out of sight. Bobby closes the door and turns back to Katherine, a warm smile on his face. "Well kiddo, it's just you and me now. Got any ideas on what we should do first?"

Katherine looks at Bobby for a moment before her eyes widen in excitement. "Can we bake something?! Jaxie says your good at making muffins and you must be really good cause when he eats them he get all giggly and smiley, but he never lets me try one...which isnt fair because he always takes one of the cookies mom makes me" she looking up at him innocently with a small frown on her face not understanding why she wasn't allowed to eat of Bobby's "special" muffins.

Bobby raises his eyebrows in surprise at her mentioning his weed muffins he makes for the club from time to time. He grins and nods. "Sure thing, kiddo. Baking it is. But we're making normal muffins, not the special kind your brothers talking about, alright? Your parents wouldn't be too happy about that."

Katherine pouts for a moment, looking slightly disappointed. "Aww, but Jaxie said you make the best muffins. Can I PLEASE have a special muffin? I promise I won't tell mom or daddy."

Bobby chuckles at her eagerness but shakes his head firmly. "Sorry darlin', but those special muffins aren't for kiddos like you. They're for grown-ups, okay? Let's stick to the regular ones, and hey, you might even find these ones to be pretty darn delicious too."

Katherine huffs slightly, clearly disappointed that she won't be able to taste the special muffins. But she quickly perks up, intrigued by the prospect of regular muffins. "Okay, okay. I guess regular muffins will do. But you better make them super yummy!"

Bobby grins, amused by her enthusiasm. "Don't you worry, darlin'. I'll whip up the tastiest kid safe muffins you've ever had. Trust me, by the time we're done, you'll forget all about those special ones your brother's been boasting about."

"Yayy!!" Katherine cheers, her disappointment quickly turning into excitement. "Let's start baking, please? I wanna help!" She looks up at him with big, innocent eyes, clearly eager to get her hands dirty.

Bobby chuckles, unable to resist her eagerness. "Of course sweetheart. You can be my little baking assistant. Let's find all of the ingredients first and get started."

*time skip*

Bobby chuckles as he looks around the flour-covered kitchen. "Looks like we've made quite the mess, huh? At least you're enjoying those blueberries, darlin'."

He glances at the oven, checking on the baking muffins. "Shouldn't be too much longer now before they're ready."

Katherine grins, blueberry juice staining the corners of her lips. "Mmm...these blueberries are so yummy! Can we put some on top of the muffins too?"

She swings her legs back and forth, her feet occasionally kicking against the cabinets below.

Bobby smiles at her blueberry stained face. "Sure thing, kiddo. We can add some blueberries to the top if you want. It'll make them extra pretty and tasty."

He grins as her feet kick against the cabinets. "Careful there, princess. You might end up denting my cabinets with those little kicks of yours."

"Sorry Bobby," she stops swinging her legs against the cabinets, opting to knock her shoes together instead.

Bobby, appreciating her attempt to cause less damage. "No worries, darlin'. Just trying to keep my cabinets in one piece, you know?"

He walks over to the oven, checking on the muffins again. "Looks like they're almost done. Just a few more minutes, and then we'll have some delicious, blueberry-topped muffins to enjoy. Why dont you go wash up and get into your pyjamas and by the time your done they will be cooked and cooled down enough to decorate, we'd just got to be careful not to make a mess of your clothes this time okay?"

"Okay!" Katherine hops off the counter, dusting off some flour from her clothes. "I'll go change, and I'll be really careful not to make a mess, I promise!"

She scurries off to the bathroom to wash up and change into her nightclothes.

Bobby chuckles as he watches her run off. "And don't forget to wash your face. You got blueberry juice all over it.

He turns his attention back to the messy kitchen and the almost finished muffins, keeping a watchful eye on them as he quickly cleans up and gets the icing ready.

After a few minutes, Katherine bounds back into the kitchen, now dressed in her soft, cozy pyjamas and her face clean. "I'm all ready! Are the muffins done yet? Can we decorate them now?"

Bobby smiles as she enters the kitchen, looking all cozy and ready for bed. "Perfect timing, darlin'. The muffins are just about cool enough now."

He gestures to the muffins, now sitting on a cooling rack. "Take a look, they turned out pretty good, if I do say so myself. And yes, we can start decorating them now."

Katherine's eyes widen as she looks at the cooled muffins. "They look so yummy! Can I put the icing and the blueberries on them, please? Can I? Please, please, please?" She bounces up and down in excitement, her eyes pleading with Bobby.

Bobby laughs, enjoying her enthusiasm. "Slow down, there. Of course you can help decorate, darlin'. You're my little baking assistant, after all."

He hands her the rest of the blueberries. "Here, ill spread a little icing on top then you can put the blueberries on."

"Yay!" Katherine exclaims, grabbing the blueberries excitedly.

With a grin on her face, she watches carefully as Bobby spreads the icing onto the top of the muffins. Then, with the greatest care, she starts placing the blueberries on top. She makes sure each muffin gets an equal amount.

Bobby watches as she carefully places the blueberries on the muffins. "Slow and steady, kiddo. You're doing a great job."

He can't help but smile at her focused expression, her tongue sticking out slightly as she concentrates on making each muffin look perfect.

"I'm doing a good job, huh?" Katherine looks up at Bobby for validation, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

She takes a step back to examine her work, admiring the array of blueberry-topped muffins. "I think they look really pretty, don't you think?"

Bobby nods in agreement, examining the decorative muffins. "You did a fantastic job, darlin'. They look almost too good to eat. Almost."

He chuckles, patting her hair gently. "You've got a real talent for decorating, kiddo."

"Thanks!" Katherine exclaims, her face lighting up at the praise.

"I'm glad you like them! Can we taste them now? I'm so excited to try them. I bet they're delicious!" She bounces up and down in a mixture of excitement and impatience, eager to taste their creation.

Bobby glances at the clock, noting that it is close to approaching her bedtime.

"I'm not sure your parents would be to happy about giving you sugar this close to your bed time" he says scratching the back of his neck....when he looks back at her her face now fallen her little heart broken at not getting to taste the muffins immediately...he hated that look ". .but I'll tell you what we can split one, after all proper bakers have to try their own creations when they're fresh...it's like a rule or something."

Katherine's disappointment quickly turns into a grin as Bobby suggests they split a muffin, using the excuse of it being a rule for bakers.

She giggles, her mood brightening instantly. "Okay, Bobby! We can follow the baker rules. A little taste won't hurt, right?"

"Not at all...but just to be safe best not mention it to your mom right away"

Katherine has a devious glint in her eyes. "Don't worry, I won't tell mom. It can be our little secret."

She hops on the counter again, eagerly looking at the muffins, her mouth watering. "So which one do we get to try first?"

Bobby grins, enjoying the little conspiratorial moment they were sharing. "You get to pick which one we try first, darlin'. Which muffin do you think looks the tastiest?"

Katherine ponders for a moment, studying each muffin carefully. Then, she points to one that has an extra generous helping of blueberries on top.

"That one! It has the most blueberries. I bet it'll be extra yummy!" she says, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Bobby smiles, noticing her keen eye for the muffin with the most blueberries. "Ah, the one with the blueberry overload. A fine choice, kiddo. Let's give that a go."

He carefully plucks the chosen muffin from the rack and splits it in two, handing one half to Katherine on a plate while he just grabs his half in his hand.

"Be careful not to get any on your jammies, wouldn't wanna get any crumbs in your bed, not comfy at all" he shakes his head.

Katherine accepts her half of the muffin with glee, her hands already itching to take a bite. "I'll be careful, I promise!"

She looks at the muffin for a moment, admiring the blueberry-studded goodness before taking a big bite. Her eyes light up as the sweetness hits her tongue.

"Mmm...it's delicious!" she exclaims, her mouth still half full of muffin. Bobby grins as he watches her devour the muffin, her face expressing pure joy and deliciousness.

He chuckles as she talks with her mouth full, trying to hold back from laughing. "Slow down there, kiddo. Don't wanna choke on that muffin. Chew and swallow before you talk, alright?"

Katherine swallows her mouthful of muffin and nods, sheepishly. "Sorry, I got a little too excited. It just tastes so good!"

She takes a smaller bite this time, savouring the flavour and making sure to chew properly.

Bobby grins, glad that she's taking smaller bites now. "That's better, darlin'. No need to rush. Just enjoy it."

He takes a bite of his half of the muffin, enjoying the taste himself. "Can't say I disagree with you though, they taste pretty darn good."

Katherine takes another bite of her muffin, closing her eyes in pure bliss. "This is the best muffin I've ever had," she declares, her cheeks puffed out from the muffin inside her mouth.

She looks up at Bobby, her eyes sparkling. "Can i take some home so mommy and daddy can try?...but not Jax he's not allowed MY special muffins"

Bobby thinks her incorrect use of "special muffins" is adorable.

Bobby chuckles at her request and her claim of the muffins being her own. "Sure darlin', you can take some home for your mom and dad. I think they'd enjoy them."

He grins mischievously at her comment about Jax not being allowed any.

Katherine's smile widens at Bobby's agreement, but her expression quickly turns serious as she adds, "And you promise you won't give any to Jax? I want these muffins to be for mommy, daddy, and me only. Jax never shares his special muffins. Can you promise me that, Bobby? Please?"

Bobby holds up his hands in surrender, a playful smile on his face. "Alright, alright, I promise. Jax won't get any of these special muffins. They're all yours, your mom's, and your dad's. Consider them protected from any thieving Jax fingers."

"Yeah!" Katherine pumps her fist in the air, her determination clear. "These muffins are ours, and Jax can't have any."

She takes her last bite of her half of the muffin, her focus back on the tastiness at hand.

Bobby laughs, admiring her passion and possessiveness over the muffins. "You're very serious about this muffin situation. Never knew you had such a strong claim on them, darlin'."

He takes his final bite and looks down at her, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You sure you're not secretly a muffin dragon, protecting your treasure trove?"

Katherine grins, her imagination sparking at the idea of being a muffin-guarding dragon. "Maybe I am!" she declares playfully. "These muffins are my treasure, and I'll defend them like you, daddy, Jax and the rest of the club protect the town."

Bobby grins, loving her innocent and imaginative take. "Is that right? Well, I can see the resemblance. You've got that fierce protective fire in you for these tasty treats."

Katherine giggles, her imagination running wild. "Yeah! And if Jax even tries to come near my muffins, I'll transform into a fire-breathing dragon and chase him off!" she declares, miming breathing fire with her hands and mouth.

Bobby laughs heartily, unable to contain his amusement at her dramatic display. "Well, I wouldn't wanna be on the receiving end of your fire-breathing powers. That's for sure. Jax should probably stay away from your muffin stash, for his own good."

"uhuh...*yawn*...you'll help me right...*yawn*...you'd stop Jaxie too?" She says tiredly, the exciting afternoon events catching up with her.

Bobby nods, a warm smile on his face as he notes her tired expression. "Of course, darlin'. I'll be your muffin guardian too. No one, not even Jax, is stealing your special stash. You have my word on that."

He gently moves her hair out of her face, noticing her tired state. "Looks like it's nearing your bedtime."

"Aww...but I'm not..*yawns*..sleepy" she tries to protest.

Bobby chuckles softly, seeing right through her sleepy pout. "Uh huh, sure you're not.

He scoops her up gently, settling her against his chest. "Time to get you tucked into bed, darlin'. little dragons need their rest too."

Bobby cradles her gently, a tenderness in his actions as he carries her towards his spare bedroom.

She wraps her arms around his neck, clinging to him like a sleepy koala, too tired to argue further. "Mmm...Okay..." she mumbles, her eyelids already drooping.

When he makes it to the room he sees she has already arranged all her plush toys on the bed.

Bobby chuckles as he sees the array of plush toys on the bed, each one neatly arranged like a fluffy army. "Looks like your entire stuffed animal kingdom is attending the slumber party tonight," he remarks, gently placing her on the bed.

Katherine nods sleepily, reaching for a fluffy blue bunny and clutching it tightly to her chest. "Yep, Daddy says they watch you when you sleep to keep you safe, he got me lots."

Bobby grins, finding her innocence endearing. "Well, I feel safer already with all these watchful eyes."

He tucks her in, pulling the covers up to her chin. "You've got quite the protective plushie squad here, huh?"

"Mhm this ones the most special tho" she says holding up the blue bunny for him to see "Daddy won it for me at the fair, he was the last one left..*yawns* I wanted to win him so he wasn't alone anymore but I couldn't do it...*yawns"...Daddy tried all day and used up all his tickets....he had to buy more....and he won it for me..said its my job to look after him" she recalls her eyes fighting to stay open.

Bobby's heart warms at her story, the thought of Clay Morrow going through so much trouble to win the bunny for Katherine tugging at his heartstrings.

He brushes a strand of hair from her face and smiled softly. "That's quite a special bunny you got there, darlin'. He's lucky to have you looking after him."

Katherine nods, her voice growing more drowsy but her grip on the bunny tighter.

She stifles another yawn, her eyes fighting to stay open. "...Bobby?" she mumbles, looking up at him with heavy eyelids.

Bobby sits on the edge of the bed, his gentle gaze fixed on her. "Yeah, darlin'? What is it?"

"Maybe when we go to the fair next....you could come...and daddy could get you your own special bunny"

Bobby is caught off guard by her suggestion and the thoughtfulness behind it. He chuckles, the idea of his hardened biker self carrying around a stuffed bunny quite humorous.

"Oh, really? You think I need a special bunny too, huh?" he grins, trying not to let his heart melt any further.

"Mhmm...Mommy says you have a daughter but she doesn't live here with you anymore....but if you have a bunny...you wouldn't be on your own"

Bobby is taken aback by her innocent yet astute observation. He's so used to gruff club life that the thought of this little girl noticing his loneliness and wanting to help warms his heart.

He smiles softly, running his fingers through her hair. "You're quite the little perceptive one, aren't you? And your idea of me having a fluffy companion does have a certain charm to it, I must admit."

"You can borrow my bunny if you want...until daddy wins you your own"

Bobby's heart swells with affection for her generosity. "That's very sweet of you, darlin'. A loaner bunny for me. But I don't want to take your special bunny away from you...and I'm not sure how well he'll fit in at the clubhouse."

He chuckles, imagining the reactions of his club brothers seeing him with a stuffed bunny.

Katherine giggles softly, her eyes starting to close. "Mmm...it's okay, I'll share him...for now."

She holds out the bunny, offering it to him.

"Here, you can hold him for tonight...he'll keep you safe..promise"

Bobby takes the bunny from her, surprised at how soft and well-loved it feels in his hands. He looks down at the bunny's little black eyes, then back at Katherine, who is struggling to stay awake.

"Well, I can't refuse such a heartfelt offer, can I?" he murmurs, holding the bunny against his chest. "Thank you, darlin'."

Katherine smiles, satisfied with his agreement. She cuddles deeper into her pillow. "You're welcome...nighty night" she mumbles, her eyelids finally fluttering shut.

Bobby watches as she drifts into slumber, the peacefulness of the moment settling over him. He looks down at the bunny in his lap, a strange mix of emotions stirring in him.

He was, cradling this cute little toy because a young girl wanted him to feel less lonely.

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TO READ MORE ABOUT KATHERINE MORROW AND HER TIME WITH THE CLUB CLICK HERE

[8-rae-rae-8]

Classification AU drabble with a little bit of shrinking while regressed <3

A little thing with the Riley family. A mini fix it, if you will

Tw drugs, addiction, alcohol, self harm

It was usually up to Tommy to take care of Simon when he happened to regress. Which would happen at the worst times, really. As the two got older, it got worse then suddenly stopped when Simon began to pick up on the fact that he was receiving less and less help, leaving him sick, hungry, gross, and unbathed... Needles began appearing in Tommy's space, and god Simon could hardly fight back tears.

Relying on his little brother was already hard enough, now his dad got Tommy hooked on something that could and probably would kill him. Tommy wasn't a caregiver, he was simply neutral. A normal guy, with no instinct on whether Simon needed him or not. But Tommy still- well used to, take care of Simon the best. Their mom wasn't around much, mostly with her friends to escape their dad or drinking. Addictions ran in the family.

Seeing his brother fall into drugs hardly kept Simon any more stable. But he forced back regressing. He had to because he couldn't take care of himself. He had to because he needed the keep the peace in the family. And that meant staying big and protecting his, very intoxicated, little brother when their dad would come at them in the middle of the night. It would leave Simon shaking, but he still stumbled his way back to bed after protecting Tommy. He was still a big brother, with a duty- he had to do this.

As shitty as it was, Simon used every possible thing to keep himself big. Pain was a thing he didn't want to admit to using. If there was blood, he could stay big... And as an older teen at that point, he knew it was stupid. But he reminded himself he was doing it for Tommy whenever a new cut was opened on his arm. The blood kept him on edge. Gave him something to look at to keep steady.

He couldn't drop, not when he was actively in danger of everything and everyone. When Tommy wasn't high, he didn't even trust him then. A hug, a small chat, a few nods. Small things. Simon could see that Tommy was relieved that he wasn't small, even though it was all he needed.

If he could just drop... Have someone to look after him, tell him it was okay- He needed to be okay. For everyone. He had to. All of it fell on his shoulders, aside from work, that was his mother's thing. One less task for Simon. Needles were put in a hazardous bin he got once he realized it wasn't going to stop. He took care of groceries and meals... Even if he wanted his horrible father to starve for what he was doing. Ruining Tommy and risking all of their lives.

But that was years ago. In a way, he still held that resentment, but when he showed up a few days before Christmas and saw his nephew, it didn't feel so bad anymore. Even with tons and tons of new scars and emotional damage, thanks Roba, he clicked into place with the family again. Tommy's wife was really the sweetest woman he'd ever met, and their son, Joseph, god words couldn't contain it.

Simon spent a lot of time playing with Joseph that evening. And since they were all staying in the Riley house, it made it a whole hell of a lot easier to settle down.

He didn't wake up to bloodshed. He didn't wake up to see the family massacred in the living room. No. For the first time, he woke up absolutely tiny in his little bothers arms. His little legs kicked a little under the familiar touch. Without opening his eyes, he knew. Tommy held him again- took care of him.

Simon melted into his brother's care. Soft coos had him smiling as his eyes opened to peer up at Tommy.

"I missed this... look how adorable you are!" Tommy would praise him, tickling his side for a moment before he lightly bounced him and held him on his chest. It was all sweet, home in his brother's arms. With their dad far far away in a hospital Simon didn't care to remember the name of.

If he could deny being cute, he would, but Simon could only babble and whine in response, only getting a laugh and a kiss on the forehead in return.

Simon was attached at Tommy's hip the whole day, being held warmly in his arms or rested next to him- he wasn't ever far. He even let Beth, his wife, hold him for a few minutes before fussing. Joseph, however, got taught all about the little classification and how uncle Simon needed to be small to be happy n healthy! He got to hold Simon for all of a minute before he got nervous and Tommy took him back.

But this was family, somewhere happy- It was a good Christmas time. Perfect holiday season. Having everyone, excluding their dad, close. And the new addition of Joseph and Beth were certainly welcomed. Simon was there that night and protected his family, no one died. And he was rewarded with being able to be small all day. He got all the love he desperately craved from people he liked being around.

[m-jelly]

Hii Jelly! May I request angsty Levi x Reader where reader gets badly injured while in titan territory and has to have a limb amputated while being awake and without anaesthesia due to them being in the middle of nowhere. Levi could be maybe supporting reader trying to keep them awake.

@kenkopanda-art <3

It changes nothing

Levi x fem!reader

Canon AU, amputation, established couple, pain, blood, established relationship, supportive Levi, emotional support.

Levi holds your hand as Hange quickly removes your damaged leg to save your life. Levi helps you through it and cares for you on the journey back to the base. While recovering you think your man won't want you anymore, but he confirms his love and dedication to you.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6 @nbinairyn

No matter what happened, Levi was going to keep you alive. As soon as he saw you save a scout at the risk of your own well-being, he was a mix of emotions. He was proud of you for being so strong but he was angry that you would get yourself hurt. The anger came from his love for you. The two of you had promised forever to each other.

It was instinct for him to fly in and scoop you up into his arms. He flew as fast as his gear would let him and got back to the command area. Tears filled his eyes as you weakly kept saying how sorry you were. He knew very well your scout instinct had taken over. He just wanted to protect you so badly.

He lay you down on the medical blanket and held your hand tightly. "Stay with me."

You gripped tightly. "I'm sorry."

"Shh, don't say that."

You sobbed as Hange scrambled around you to treat you. "You're mad. I made you mad. I put myself in danger. I got hurt. I love you, Levi. I love you."

He covered your hand in kisses. "I know. I know. I love you too. I love you so much, so please stay awake and focus on me."

Hange gulped hard. "Levi, I need to amputate."

"No, no the shock could kill her!"

"If I don't, and infection could kill her."

You gripped Levi's hand tightly. "I can take it."

He gazed at you, his look pleading. "Please."

"I can take it." You winced a little. "Do it, Hange."

She nodded and got a bundle of fabric. "Bite down on this."

"Okay."

Hange fixed the fabric in your mouth. "Levi, I need you to keep her awake, okay?"

Levi nodded and gazed down at you. "You gotta stay with me, okay?" He shifted a little as Hange tightened a belt around the top of your knee. "Let's think about our future." He blushed. "Like our wedding."

You welled up and smiled as you thought about it. You nodded and hummed in agreement.

"It'll be perfect." He kissed your hands as Hange began cutting. He held back tears as you screamed in agony. "We'll have that cottage by the lake."

You held back vomit and nodded as you tried to focus on the image of living in a cute home with Levi. You listened to his voice as best as you could as Hange cut your left leg off below the knee. The soft and loving gaze of Levi kept you going. The wonderful steel blue eyes soothed you.

Hange finished up and sighed. "It's done."

Levi pulled the fabric from your mouth. "You did so well."

You panted. "I'm tired."

"I know, but you have to stay awake for a bit longer. We need to get you back to the base." He cradled you in his arms. "I'll take you back."

All you could do was gaze at the man you loved as he ran with you to the carts and carriages. The sky was a wonderful blue and the clouds were pretty as you raced along to the base. You turned your head and looked at Levi to see he looked worried.

Levi looked down when he felt a weak touch on his cheek. "Hey."

You smiled at him. "You're showing me so many sides to you today."

He leaned into your touch. "You bring out the best of me. You make me feel safe. I can be myself around you." He leaned down and kissed you. "You can rest soon. We're almost there."

All you could do was gaze at Levi as you were rushed around. When you were placed in bed it was then that you were allowed to sleep. The medication you were given was welcomed. It didn't take long to pass out and it helped that the last thing you saw was your lover.

Over the days you healed up you had many people visit you. It was sweet to see everyone being so kind and wonderful. The gifts were overwhelming to you. Of course, your most dedicated visitor was Levi. Levi was there every single day feeding you food and giving you massages.

It made your heart sink when you looked at yourself. Even though Levi was with you, you couldn't help but worry that his feelings for you might have changed. You were not the soldier he fell in love with. You wouldn't be able to fight like you did before. In fact, Erwin broke the news to you that your time as a scout was over and you were now locked to the base doing paperwork and training.

Levi sliced an apple with his knife and paused when he noticed your look. "Tch, brat you look like you're considering a shit."

You looked over at him. "Levi."

He lowered the apple. "It must be bad because you usually laugh at my jokes." He leaned closer. "Talk to me."

"I'm not the woman you fell in love with anymore. I understand if you want to leave me for another woman."

"Tch, what bullshit is this?" He grabbed your face and kissed you roughly. "Why the fuck would I want anyone else? I didn't fall in love with you because you were a soldier with two legs. I fell in love with you because of who you are. Your injuries change nothing. I want you. I love you."

You sniffed back tears. "Really? But..."

"I'm not the type of weak and pathetic man to leave the woman he loves because she got sick or injured." He caressed your cheek. "I with you until the end, my little songbird." He kissed you and hummed. "Besides, you owe me a cottage by the lake with kisses and cuddles every fucking morning I wake up."

You giggled. "Yes, Levi."

"Good girl."

[riyanne-mariie]

Yeah I watched that entry #1 - The Umbrella Academy

So many of us have watched the Umbrella Academy and were anticipating the final season and how it would wrap up the many storylines of our beloved characters. The main things to address both positive are as follows.

Klaus' story line

Lila and Fives "romance"

Production quality

The Jennifer incident

The ending

Yes, I stayed up until midnight and watched episodes 1-3 of season four. When watching these first few episodes I began to see the light at the end of the tunnel after a bleak season three which had me questioning if TUA was really my favorite show, unfortunately the worst was yet to come. The first problem I had with his season arose with the lack of screen time given to Klaus' sobriety and ultimately his relapse. What I found troublesome is that the gaps in his storyline damaged the progress made throughout the series. Weeks after the release while scrolling on TikTok I I came across a deleted scene in which Klaus went to AA after being buried alive, this scene gave so much clarity about his character development and was so touching to who Klaus is in the S4 timeline it is such a shame it was left out of the final cut. Now moving on to probably the worst romantic storyline arc ever written Lila and Five. The weird fascination the writers had with five throughout the seasons always rubbed me the wrong way from the remarks made about five by the handler in season 1-2 to the culminating of such an odd "romantic" connection forged between Lila and Five. Hundreds of fans have criticized this decision stating that it's "out of character" for both Lila and Five, i completely agree. Lila has always had a difficult relationship with family due to her parents being assassinated (BY FIVE) and the Handler lying to her for the entirety of her life, this relationship with family began to heal nearing the end of season two due to Diego's love and accepting attitude toward Lilas flaws. Additionally, Five has been very family centered saving the world and his family time and time again avoiding the apocalypse. This combination along with the sibling relationship established in the previous seasons made this plot point a verrryyyy hard watch. (not to mention the odd age gap between the actors). Now shifting toward something more positive the production value of this season was so much better compared to season three which in my opinion was the least visually stunning season. The camera work, costuming, set design and special effects made this season better in my opinion. Almost at the end I promise. Now, The Jennifer incident, I was hugely dissapointed in this storyline, Ben has been my favorite character since season one and the Jennifer incident felt rushed, sloppy and underwhelming. It was just so unrealistic, NO WAY Jennifer woud just run away with Ben after talking with him for a couple seconds. While I understand the two of them share a timeline connection it felt so disconnected and not well thought out. I also just hated the way they explained Ben's death I felt like no emotion toward it despite him being my favorite :( so sad. Last but not least the ending. I actually liked the ending, so many have said they didn't care for the siblings "dying" but I disagree because the melancholy ending felt like it encapsulated the difficulty of family and especially their complex family dynamics. The marigolds at the end were cute and it was a sweet end to a terrible season ig. Thx for reading xxx

[kosukeiichi]

may we have lore/info about the Zukyunlets? even just their individual names, ranks and powers will suffice

i'm so glad you asked !!!

the little zukyunlets are called homunchemies , they're the offsprings of zukyumpire and nosu !! this happened because of the fact that zukyumpire himself is an impossibility so i can just do whatever the fuck i guess . anyways here are their kids !! ( also for simplicity's sake i'll be referring to the chemies using it / its pronouns but note that all of them use any and all )

LEVEL 1 & LEVEL 2 : LOVELYPER & PRIREI

LOVELYPER ( raburipa ) is the reaper chemy ! Despite it's cute appearance , Lovelyper has the ability to suck the joy out of someone , leaving them gloomy and depressed . It doesn't like horror movies .

PRIREI ( purirei ) is the bedsheet ghost chemy ! It loves to dress everything up in bedsheets , leaving cute little ghosts like it everywhere . It's dream is to build a pillow fort , no , a pillow castle !!

LEVEL 3 & LEVEL 4 : VEENAMOUR & BATAKUMA

VEENAMOUR is the corpse flower chemy ! When angered , it lets out a stench that could make people faint just from a single breath of it . It usually stays in it's flower bud form , releasing a more pleasant floral scent . It loves spending time by Zukyumpire's side to make him smell pretty .

BATAKUMA is the bat demon chemy ! While it may seem a little aggressive at first , it's power is like cupid's arrow ! Anyone that gets poked with a tail falls into infatuation with the first person they see ! It gets a little angry when teased , but deep down , it enjoys it .

LEVEL 5 & LEVEL 6 : TENOHIME & NAIGYOU

TENOHIME is the tenome chemy ! It can hypnotize people using the eyes on it's hands , putting them under it's control . It enjoys being complimented and may act innocent at first glance . Though , it finds joy in annoying it's father .

NAIGYOU is the ragdoll chemy ! At first it may seem like an ordinary doll , but when it's damage , a dark liquid oozes out of it . The chemy living inside could transform into any shape it wants to , though it prefers to sit dormant inside the doll . You may see it often being carried around by Tenohime .

LEVEL 7 & LEVEL 8 : MENIMEN & KOKORING

MENIMEN is the mannequin chemy !! It's primary ability is to affect others' emotions by putting one of it's faces on them . It moves around by crawling , scaring others when they see it appear at their ceiling . Despite this , it's a very friendly chemy , having a sort of older brother role amongst the other homunchemies , it keeps the others in check and makes sure they don't get into any trouble !!

KOKORING is the ring chemy !! It tends to wander and fly away from the crowd , being drawn to a distant light source to reflect off of it's ring and many eyes . It enjoys acting as if it were the sun , though as of now , it doesn't seem to show any remarkable abilities .

LEVEL 9 & LEVEL 10 : YUREHI & GAIRYUU JIN

YUREHI is the will-o-wisp chemy ! It can create illusions and loves to trick others with them . It's known to be quite a trouble maker and it's hobbies include pulling pranks and mobile gaming .

GAIRYUU JIN is a human boy (?) . He possesses no supernatural power as of now except for the fact that he could understand chemy speech . He was birthed as a baby and seems to go through the natural growth process a human does . An albino though has naturally dark eyes . He loves being with his family :]

anddd that's all !! if you have any other questions , feel free to ask :3 !!