#fresh fish was handled in our kitchen

[cursedcola]

Prompt: Couples will evidently begin to mimic their better half after some time. What traits do you steal from him, and vice versa? Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Characters: Everyone - because I want to and I’m amidst fleshing out all my Yuu/Character dynamics + designs Format: Headcannons. Masterlist: LinkedUP Parts: Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle (Here) | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia A/N: Putting all my brain rot from my notes into something cohesive. Contrary to my love for ripping your hearts out, I've come with some fluff this time around. BTW you may or may not already do things mentioned - I write my works with a specific Yuu in mind for each character so this is based on them. Just a reminder.

Habits You Steal:

Bargaining (Inherited AND Developed): No partner of Azul's is a shmuck. Not because of his standards (a little bit), but because you will learn to negotiate through trial and error. Being his pearl does not exclude you from daily verbal tango. He can and will still come after Ramshackle if given the opportunity. What? Just come stay in Octavinelle. He won't even charge for it, and you can bring Grim. He is always three steps ahead. Buying him a present is like the world's most daunting task, because he somehow already knows what's inside the box. Every. Time. Even if you shop a year in advance. Don't even start with arguments. He has a rebuttal for EVERYTHING. There is never a winner, only a settlement because he is so stubborn (and you equally so. Pride is contagious). As adults you're constantly exposed to business deals and sometimes have to deal with handling negotiations. Not to mention people with grudges against Azul attempting to shmooze their way through you. Only to find that you are just as manipulative.

"Pearl, Jade says that our deal with the Bas triplets for the next semester has been renewed? I hadn't scheduled their extension meeting until the first Saturday of next month. Would you have anything to say on this?" <- Long story short, the triplets tracked you down to beg for help in getting out of their work contract with Azul. He was always fair, and they entered willingly. No corruption on his part...but they were hell bent on not working in the kitchens with Floyd anymore. Solution? You managed to shmooze an extra week on their terms, in exchange for not being put on Floyd's shift anymore. Azul is so proud - but don't do that again. You're the one telling Floyd he doesn't get to play 'spot the difference' with the triplets anymore. Not him.

Smell Sensitivity (Developed): Nothing shanks the nostrils like sea brine. No pun intended. Lingering around Octavinelle equates to constantly smelling fish. Most students there come from the coral sea and don't mind it. Others only stop in for a quick bite to eat, and don't stay a moment more. The Mostro Lounge just has a potent smell that can't be found anywhere else. Like McDonald's french fries...but fish. Grim loves it, you now get nauseated when a scented candle is lit.

"Must you pinch your nose? Think of my- Octavinelle's reputation for a moment" <- Azul is brewing a scent masking potion as we speak. You're really hitting his pride here, even if you can't help it.

Glasses Wipes (Developed): Octopunk heats up when you so much as touch him in public. Then his glasses get foggy. If you wear makeup, its smears on his skin (to which he acts unbothered, but we all know it's a ruse). He obviously carries a hankey but having some wipes on hand is a nice gesture. Unnecessary, but sweet-ish.

Refined Pallet (Inherited): The cup ramen and foraged greens just do not cut it anymore. Not when Azul's made a VIP menu over at the lounge just for you. Sure, the place has a variety of options but he'll always get Floyd to cook up whatever you're in the mood for. At a discount (since Grim can eat him out of pocket). Have you ever had 100% dark, sea-salt chocolate imported from the coral sea? Ever tasted it in a rich devil's cake, baked fresh with only the best ingredients? Betty Crocker, who???

"I must say, your diet could still use some work - do not look at me that way. The twins found your hidden stash of instant noodles during our 'occupation' at Ramshackle. Under the stairs, pearl? Really? When was the last time your sodium was checked?"

Aversion to Sea Food (Developed): You will never understand how the Coral Sea students are okay with the Mostro Lounge. Neither what was running through Azul's head when he decided to open a SEA FOOD restaurant. Honestly? Red flag. One you ignored, but still a red flag. The existence of merpeople and therianthropes is still new and novel to you. To each their own, but you can't eat any sea creatures knowing that it could be - no, it can't be? Floyd's always joking that Azul is tasty but...it's just a joke, right?

"As much as Floyd loves to special make your chicken strips with wedges...why do you never order from the public menu? I assure you, Mostro Lounge is supplied with only the highest quality - h-huh? What crazy thoughts are you having?! Honestly!" <- This explains so much. He always thought you stared at the food with envy, because Grim would eat your pocket out and leave you to sip on lemon water. He had to force the special 'vip' meals down your throat at the start. is this why you're so uncomfortable having lunch with Floyd and his weekly Takoyaki binge?

Appraisal (Developed): Ever see those shows where a professional goes around to antique markets, and can point out forgeries, fake gems, etc. by eye? That is Azul. He's a collector of gadgets and gizmos aplenty - anyway. Strolls through antique marts, coin collecting showcases, and other marketing events will undoubtably train the eye over time. No scammer will ever shmooze ya out of house and home. Sorry Sam.

Habits He Steals:

Jacket (Developed): Mermen run cold. The uniform blazer Azul dons is more-so just for show than anything. Clothes are overall a novel concept, since most in the coral sea dress minimalistic (or not at all). The lounge runs quite chilly as well. Not enough to deter customers, but the perfect temperature to get uncomfortable after a few hours. Now Azul has many jealous bones in his body, and would rather drop dead than see one of the leech twins loan out their blazer so you can nap in the back room (they're doing it on purpose). Azul often offers his coat out to you the moment you walk inside - so often, that all the part-time workers know if you're on lot if he's walking without it.

"I need my jacket back, please. Why? N-no particular reason. Do I need an excuse to wear my own clothes?" <- Ruggie - Mostro Lounge's most reliable and simultaneously difficult part timer, mind you - was the first to pick up the correlation. If the VIP lounge was shut, and Azul was out doing quality rounds? It meant you were in the back, and he was in a better mood. The perfect time to sneak a platter unnoticed. Azul must take precautions.

Snitches Get Stitches (Developed): ONE perk of living with ghosts. Honey you get ALL the tea on campus. You just need to butter them up with a game of pranks and it’s ripe for the taking. Now, who do you think is going to make full use of this? Azul. They won’t give it to him directly because it’s more fun to make him frustrated. Which means he has to go through you. *Which means* he gets very crafty in buttering you up for details.

Midnight Hour (Developed): This mainly applies to his adult years. Wherever he goes - business or otherwise - you come with more often than not. As a youth his dealings were important - yes. Yet he was still getting his swimming legs in business and his primary demographic was students. Contrary to his pride, Azul wasn't someone important. Someone actually worth targeting like the Briar Prince. The real world is much more risky. You can help with negotiations and running facilities. You might 'think' he is tossing you into the end zone with all his ambitions...but no. Any dealings with high-stake confrontations are handled only after midnight.

"Two-o-clock in the am hours. That is the latest I can offer - well, it seems we've reached an impasse. This deal clearly is not worth my effort, if such 'accommodations' are beyond your capabilities. Allow one of my partners to escort you off the premises." <- Let's make one thing clear. No contract is ever worth putting you at risk. One twin (usually Jade) will remain at his side, the other (Floyd...because he's honestly not the best for negotiations. More guard dog material, and has fun hanging out with you) back with at the house/hotel. Azul doesn't trust 'anyone', and the Leech family is obviously in business with him. He takes no chances, screw probability, and can't kill the inner control-nerd in him. He's never out past three-am and would rather you feel a bit left out then dead somewhere in the Stillwater.

Land Legs (Developed): Considering he will be on land more for the foreseeable future, Azul puts more effort to building his land legs. Not that he wasn't trying before, but there wasn't any guarantee that he'd be working the land beyond NRC. So with the reassurance that 'something' (someone) will require his attention on shore, he decides to invest the effort. Azul will not get on one of those flying deathtraps past academy years though. He's getting a license and pulling up in a new Bugatti.

Pictures (Inherited): Much to Azul's chagrin, you love photos. Maybe it's because you have little to recall from your own world. Maybe it's because you're in the photography club. Maybe it's because you love his misery - but you are always taking photos. At first he insisted that you never get him in the frame. He hates them. Still does, do not misunderstand...and the idea of someone having so many with him included eats him up. Yet his insistent denials do lessen, and he tolerates them. You cannot post them anywhere. Yet...he will only 'mildly' grimace when looking at them around your house. Only because who the heck is coming over that he hasn't approved of?

"This picture? Ah...that is my dear pearl. They are breathtaking, are they not? I truly am the most fortunate man alive. Ah. My apologies, let's return to discussing the contract terms. May I see your completed punch-card?" <- And because you're in them too. As a youth, he kept your photo on his desk in the lounge. Sometimes a client would ask about you, and he'd lapse for a moment before folding the frame down and out of their view. He'd tuck it away whenever you came around, but would talk to it when alone. About his day, his work, whatever first year came crying because Floyd used them as a dart board - and dare I say that he'd keep a family photo in your later years together. Azul hates pictures of himself, but not as much as he loves ones of you. Look at him. Big softie.

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"Of course. I have remarkable potential as an instructor, do I not? Is it not a great fortune to have me as one's partner? Take this as a lesson that your boss can influence even the most lost souls." == Azul shows no reservation. The moment he caught two part-timers gossiping about your 'conversion' to the 'dark side'. Why, he was positively beaming. His grin wide with a touch of something sinister. Gossip is fine, but they should know better than to do so in his den. Anything noteworthy would undoubtably reach his ears with time, but oh was it a joy to watch them squirm. Honestly. They're fortunate that he's in such a good mood - what was intended to be slandering has just made his day. They're still getting put on shift with Floyd though. He's merciful, yet no martyr.

Habits you steal:

Foraging (Inherited): You are always looking around for plants to propagandize. It's like stealing but not - because Crowley doesn't have any 'rules' about it so...heh. Free food. Jade's a living encyclopedia when it comes to botany and agriculture. He's the whole reason you've got a mini apothecary going in the kitchen and that instant-noodle stash got amped up in flavor. What? you ever add some fresh mushrooms and green onions to that instant chicken yakisoba? Mwah. The mountain lover's club needs to look out, 'cause the Ramshackle Prefect is about to bleed campus dry for every last specimen.

Yapping (Developed): Spinning off the above 'route'. Many people think Floyd's the talkative twin. Nah. This motherf*cker does NOT shut up. He treats you like his second conscience, asking questions he doesn't expect to be answered and giving commentary like your own personal narrator. Who needs thoughts when he literally says everything before you can think it? Floyd salutes you - 'cause finally. Finally, it isn't him subjected to Jade's inner spiels. Sorry Shrimpy, you are a sacrifice he's willing to make. If you ever break up or fight with Jade - Floyd's going to hunt you down - he can never go back. Never.

On a side note, you're an excellent listener now.

Tea (Inherited): Do you hate tea? No you don't. Not Jade's tea. There isn't much to comment on here, other than you will develop a taste for his Atlantic Twice-Seeped Water-Lily brew. You'll be craving it every night if ever sent back to our world (as if that'll happen). Mixed with honey from the Afterglow Savannah and served in a baby-blue ceramic cup that has a shimmer handle. That's your mug, by the way. He has other brews...some improvised and caution is indeed extended. They're tasty for the most part though.

“Ah, just smell that aroma. I developed this blend made just for you, my dear. I’m not one to seek out sweet floral notes for my tea, yet this flavor is an acquired taste that pulls you in for more. I finish the cup without realizing each time” -> Jade can be sweet himself, when he wants to be.

Wearing gloves (Developed): Jade makes you touch weird shit. All the time. Unprompted. He also makes you eat weird shit, but more often than not you can escape by shoveling his experiments onto someone he can get a more interesting reaction out of. Classically condition him not to feed you the weird shit by being unresponsive - off topic. Point is that with his obscene collection of terrariums? Plus being pulled along for foraging quests? You will be touching unknown and possibly poisonous plants, bugs, dirt, maybe some aquatic creatures like toads and fish. For all that is good, keep a pack of rubber gloves in your schoolbag. Keep a pair of insulated leather gloves in your breast pocket at all times too. Hand Sanitizer as well. Who knows when you’ll be elbow deep in murky water riddled with mysterious rainbow moss. What makes it rainbow? You don’t know and Jade won’t say. He does quip that it changes colors with emotions. Screw Twisted Wonderland and it’s freakish botany.

“Oh my, would you look at that vibrant shade of purple. Why are you so frightened? These are meant to be happy ‘bonding’ times for us as a couple, isn’t that what you said? Fufu - oh. Hurry up and put it in this jar. You’ll ruin the sample at this pace,” <- In truth, Jade saw red blooming at the edges of the moss and called quits before your nerves turned to anger. Fear? Amusing. Especially since you have more harmful ‘house plants’ growing on the mantle back at your dorm. Curtesy of Jade himself, of course. Azul doesn’t let him store his more precarious collection in Octavinelle and what you don’t know won’t hurt you. Yet he won’t push the jokes too far, since so few ever come out foraging with him. No no. He needs you to continue as a willing participant. Don’t get angry at him just yet, there are still so many places to explore and the day is young!

Doppelgänger Paranoia (Developed): The Leech twins tried to pull that shit where they swapped places for a day. Therefore you are now freakishly paranoid of Floyd trying to take Jade’s place to pull a prank. It is no help that Floyd is insanely good at mimicking his brother and vice versa. Sure, you could make a keyword or ask Jade to wear something special as a give away. Mark him. Maybe make an excuse of it being a thing human couples do and stick a pin on his lapel. Yet there isn’t a guarantee that he won’t just let Floyd in on it to see what happens. He’s a jerk like that, but your jerk nonetheless.

“Your caution is entertaining, and I do find all this extra attention flattering. Yet there are more taxing worries to mull over, wouldn’t you agree? Surely I’ve earned enough trust to circumvent any doubts in that mind of yours?” -> Do you know that the twin-swap was just a one time trick? Probably not. Doing it again would be boring with no novel results, but Jade does love watching you squirm with suspicion. He’ll offer an assurance eventually, and it will be your call to believe him or not. Until then? He has no problem being under your watchful eye. It’s quite cute, after all.

Habits he steals:

Grammar Control (Developed): Purely to piss you off. Coming from another world - your dialect isn't exactly the same as everyone in Twisted Wonderland. There are region specific languages, and then there is the common tongue. For simplicities sake, let's just say that everyone in TWST can speak common tongue and transferring over gave you this ability. Except (like Epel) you carry a heavy accent - and Jade loves to play grammar police. Your irritation never ceases to amuse him. That's right. He's the train kid from the 'Polar Express'. Just less nasal.

“Let’s try to capture that illusive letter ‘R’, shall we? You don’t want to give onlookers any more ammunition as a respectable prefect.”-> Says the only person using this as ammunition, except for Ace when he gets really snappy and Riddle’s mild cringe when your accent butchers a toast at the Unbirthday party. At this point you’re hearing ‘red leather, yellow leather’ and ‘mark went on a lark after dark’ in your sleep.

Routes (Developed): Another one with the need to have a bit of control. Just a bit. Get ready to roll out of bed at the ass-crack of dawn, because he will be there at five-am sharp to haul you back to Octavinelle (or on a hike. Saturday's only). Isn't it a human custom to stick close to your partner? He's just making sure you're cared for. Which is why you exist attached to his hip most days

Symbiosis 1 (Developed): Only a mild-note for Jade. His brother, noted below, takes this concept more to heart. Jade uses it as an enhancing factor to an already “well-rounded” relationship. The law of the sea dictates that those stronger will enter a ‘pact’ with weaker creatures - protection in exchange for care. You are not in need of protection with that frosh posse and stubborn head of yours. Jade mostly uses this ‘symbiotic relationship’ as a way to get you to do things for him, and to talk down your impulsive behaviors from time to time. Aka you won’t create excessive trouble if it means he feels ‘bound’ to go with (as if he wouldn’t be overjoyed to get in some chaos)

Observation (Developed?): Jade...knows everything about you. It's infuriating (to you, not him), but you are still a potential client regardless of his personal interest. Hobbies, tastes, your worst and best subject, weaknesses -all categorized. Azul and his business come first. Yet you're the only student on campus that has a 'doctored' file. Why?

“I never realized you are adverse to crowds. Yet you handle navigating Night Raven with no difficulties? Is this a mere preference, or would you prefer to find somewhere quiet while I accompany the others? What do you need?” -> (During Playful Land Event) He can't get the finer details without asking questions. There is no source for information about your world or your person other than your word of mouth. His unique magic would be easy - but it's just one question. One, and you might be too resilient for a response. Where's the fun? What makes this a habit is that Jade's keen eye becomes sharper.

Ramshackle (Developed): Bro just moved in. I’m serious. He got permission by pulling a favor. Azul doesn’t let him keep the more precarious plants in Octavinelle, so Jade has overtaken the kitchen with potted flora and fungi. Floyd is enthusiastic that he doesn't have to share a room - what? Twins don't always stick together. Those two probably fight more than they get along. Plus with Jade at Ramshackle it's an excuse to go see what's up with Shrimpy and maybe play with torture the little freshies you hang around with. It’s chapter three but you aren't booted out and have to deal with both Leeches every day. Seven preserve you.

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“I let my excitement get the better of me for a moment…please, continue as if I am not here. My apologies.” == How rare for Jade’s mask to slip in front of his underclassmen. He was able to brush it off - giving a fib about his clubs upcoming excursion (not entirely untrue. He is excited to go for a hike with you this weekend). Yet the normally dull gossip of his dorm-mates was too much to bare. Not because your changes are becoming more pronounced, but because these little fish are foolish enough to think it’s making him soft. Enough to gossip so blatantly in his earshot? Gods, they make his job much too easy.

Habits you steal:

Leering (Inherited): Floyd...oh dear. He has this habit of staring holes into the back of your head. Anyone's head, really. His presence is intimidating, and it's hard not to pick up what’s going on in his head. There's a catch to this though. You only leer at other people when he isn't around. Too busy with the man in question to bother 'people-watching' (unless you're actually pissed). Riddle is constantly on edge now because he has TWO people giving him the heebee-jeebies. Prefect, it was bad enough you were taking influence from ADeuce. Now the Leech brothers? Well, he'd still take you over Floyd any day. At least you won't try to act on that unsettling aura...yet.

“Somethin’ on my face?…why’re you staring at me like that? Unless you want my attention? Hehe, ya shoulda just said so!” <- Floyd can do it to you, but you can’t to him. Not unless you want to be suplexed and squished tightly for hours on end.

Impulse actions (Inherited): Chaotic energy anyone? Floyd needs a partner who is one of two things - can kick his ass on occasion so he'll play nice, or who will match his freak. Since matching the strength of a Moray Eel isn't something most humans can do? Well, maybe a bitch slap here or there but be aware he is letting it happen. Just know. Better be playful too, not no actual challenge. Point being- you need to match his freak. No buzz-kills.

“Ne Ne~ Yanno, I’ve never seen those super fancy fireworks you land people like to set off. Wanna go get some and rig the - eh? You already got them?….Hahaha Shrimpy’s getting gutsy. I’m so happy” -> His eyes are practically glowing with anticipation. You’re now Azul's third headache 1000%, someone get that man an Asprin.

Snacks (Developed): Floyd can EAT. The only one with a stronger appetite is Jade, but he has a better control over his hunger. While their bodies changed to look human, their appetites did not decrease. Going with ‘symbiosis,’ Floyd gets a bit needy and talks like you’re his internal clock. Jade’s the yapper but Floyd just expects you to know what he needs. So you will always be carrying a selection of snacks (Grim gets in on this) in your bag/purse. Also fidget toys. Not for eating, but to give him when you’re stuck anywhere particularly boring. Props if you can somehow get a two-in-one with the twisted wonderland equivalent of those Air Heads Pull-Aparts.

Lullaby and Goodnight (Developed) : Instant calming effect. Merfolk are very particular with music and are sensitive to vocals. Floyd in particular is super picky. You could be the worst singer on the planet (Floyd will give you half-assed lip for it if you are, in all fairness) but the easiest way to calm him down is with music. It’s cringey and unrealistic to us land-folk but there’s plenty of singing in Atlantica. So humming a soft lullaby for him while sitting together won’t earn any looks in Octavinelle. Unless you sound awful, to which he will punt anyone that speaks out. Not that they would, since a calm Floyd is a godsend no matter the means achieved.

“Did I say you could listen in, hah? Sounds to me like someone’s in the mood for ‘my’ kinda song….don’t move, Shrimpy. This’ll be quick.” <- Good or bad - doesn’t matter. Getting to hear you is Floyd’s privilege. He’s a bit possessive of it, to be frank. So if someone butts in when he’s in the middle of calming down, Floyd’s going to be pissed to the max.

The Little Mermaid (Inherited): Drags you down to the sea at every opportunity. Don’t fight him, just guzzle the vomit-inducing potion and get a move on. Floyd doesn’t care how much a mer-transfiguration potion costs, Azul can take care of it. Floyd hates being restrained to dry land, and hey. He’s up here, so it’s only fair you go down into the sea trenches too. Don’t worry, he won’t take you anywhere too dangerous. He’ll even teach you how to get your sea legs - fish legs? Look. He teaches you how to swim in your mer-form, which he is severely disappointed does not resemble a shrimp.

Habits he steals:

Phone Privileges (Developed) : Floyd’s cellphone is normally in DND mode at all times. The only exceptions are Azul and his Momma - Jade was one too up until they came to dry land. There’s only so many mushroom photos and long voicemails about random crap that Floyd can take. Oh - and you’re an exception now. He saves all your voicemails - some for callbacks to win arguments and others to play when he’s about to sleep. You just better be careful when you call him and what for, also always pick up if he calls you. Otherwise there’s going to be one angry eel lurking by your bedroom window. With ‘first-contact’ privileges, all the unflattering candid pics he has of you are just a click away from being shared if he feels like it (teases but wouldn’t do it. Well, unless you really are ignoring him. Be warned)

Using F*cking Doors(Inherited) : Yes. Yes, you read that right. Floyd loves to parkour across campus. The amount of times he’s snuck into Ramshackle through that tiny circle window in the attic is frustrating. You’re seriously considering bolting the thing shut if it keeps him off the roof and on the ground. Y’know, for someone who can’t fly a broom? He sure has no problem climbing brick walls with his bare hands like some kinda cockroach. A Leech cockroach. Jamil’s worst nightmare good god. After the sixth-or-so heart attack, Floyd’s not allowed anywhere near Ramshackle if it’s not through the front door. The ghosts have strict instructions to punt him…to which he took as a challenge (because of course he did). Until a window was smashed, and you sent hellfire down upon him.

“I said it was an’ accident! What more do you want from me, huh? It’s your fault anyway for sicking those ghost fish on me - Urk…fiiine. I’m sorry or whatever” <- Always will back down the moment you come across as genuinely pissed. Usually with a grunt and hiss under his breath, kicking his foot before stalking off to cool down for a bit. Always fixes whatever he broke or tries to make amends once his mood is less sour.

Symbiosis II (Developed): Paired with the above 'match his freak' and second rendition of Jade's. Except Floyd is 100% serious. Floyd's going to do right by you, but you've got to do right by him. People are going to wonder why the small-pint prefect is sitting here covering one of bro's shifts (they feared for your life when you basically told him to 'fuck off', knowing he was angry after getting scolded by Azul) but that's how it is. Floyd's symbiosis is different than Jade's. He's more impulsive, yet also more predictable with what he needs. The definition of "no one can tell me to do shit except my spouse" 'cause symbiosis is a mutual respect and trade. No one can pick on you except for him. No one can help you the way he does. He is not going anywhere. Ever. Bonded for life - that kind of ‘sappy shit’.

"I already said I don't wanna... ughhh, babysitting those frosh fishies is so booooring. Can't we just ask Azul to lock 'em in a tank or somethin'?.... ALRIGHT, Little Shrimpy. I get it already so stop yammering in my ear...." <- Floyd's the softer brother, if you can believe that. Acts of service are what get him and he thrives on being needed. So you'll be doing it a lot to earn that compliance from him. Be the iron fist that gets him to back down, and simultaneously the one slipping him a few party poppers to set off at one of Heartslabyul's tea-parties as a reward.

The ✨Fashion✨ (Developed) : Surface-world fashion is one of Floyd’s special interests. Oddly enough? You’re a perfectly-sized dress up doll. It’s cute how large his shoes are in comparison to your feet. Hah! You look like a clown clobbering around in those things. He 100% gives you a pair of light up sneakers that sparkle when you walk - makes it easier to find you in crowds. Not that he needs to. Mostly it’s just for fun. He’ll even get a matching pair so you don’t feel zeroed out.

VIP Menu (Developed) : Floyd has a ‘secret’ menu over at the Mostro Lounge. He’s the head cook, don’t ya know? Makes real tasty dishes. C’mon, praise him. He’ll add a few dishes just for you since you’re so picky - that’s a bad trait to have for a broke Shrimp by the way. Good thing he’s around to make sure you’re eating.

“Oi! I told ya that was for you. If the lil’ seal’s hungry he can get somethin’ off the menu on his own…unless he’s lookin’ for a squeeze?” <- One major gripe Floyd has with Grim is how he’s always mooching off your plate. It’s fine if Azul’s picky with his food, cause that’s Azul. You’re different ‘cause in Floyd’s mind responsible for you. Again. He takes the symbiosis thing more seriously than Jade, and will poke your cheek relentlessly and comment if it’s lost it’s squish. He always serves you something to eat, even if you don’t order. Doesn’t let anyone else prepare it either.

Protective (Developed) : At the risk of sounding like a broken record, Floyd is very attentive. He’s clingy as hell and always looking for an excuse to have a good tussle - you’re his favorite person to screw with. Yet only himself, Azul, and Jade get the green card to look at you with anything other than respect. Cause he knows they don’t mean it - and even your little freshman buddies don’t get a pass. Maybe the seal since Floyd could squish Grim like a grape and he knows it. Leona’s almost gotten many challenges for the whole ‘herbivore’ thing.

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“ ‘s nice, right? What’s better than one of me? Two, hah! Jade might have my face but now Shrimpy’s got my personality” == Finds the situation funny for like, an hour? Maybe two? Doesn’t matter because ‘Shrimpy is Shrimpy’ - plain as that, really. He gets more joy out of teasing people when they find out you’re with him. As if Floyd gives two sh*ts what other people think? Nah.

[persefolli]

about the tonowari x reader x ronal thing:

their wife/spouse is someone who doesn't really have a big role like them, like a fisherman or a farmer, and just gets giddy when they or the kids want to help/join her.

bonus if the Sully's meet her and is like, "so... what are you?" and her family gets low-key offended and pissed, lol.

just a thought

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𝐀/𝐧: 𝐈'𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭!

“Y/n!” You heard a familiar voice in the distance. You looked up from the field and saw Tsireya running over, holding her satchel.

“Hello Reya. What brings you to this side of the reef?” 

She groans and sets her bag near your mauri pod, “Mother said you haven’t met the Sully’s yet and it's been two weeks.”

“Ah..I mean-”

“She wants you to come to dinner.”

You smiled and tilted your head. Reya shared the same expression. The both of you knew when Ronal “wanted” something, there was no choice, no way out. You weren’t getting out of this dinner.  

“I decided to come and help you make a grand impression. You can make our favorite dish. That is if you have some ovumshroom growing.”

“Oh I always have some in the chamber. Go grab the hoe.” You waved Tsireya to the small makeshift pod..or shed you had specifically for farming tools.

You smiled brightly watching Tsireya get to work, picking at the ground to see if she can find any fresh ovumshroom to pick out. While she did that, you went to sprinkling fertilizer over the newest crops you planted earlier that day.

Farming always brought you a sense of joy. It was calming, especially being away from the hustle and bustle of the village. Ronal and Tonowari insisted you move to that side of the reef, just so you could be closer to the family, but you insisted on staying where you were. The sun hit this part of the reef better and the soil was much more suited for planting and curating the plants you worked with.

After a while, you retreated back into your marui pod, where Tsireya was already sitting, peeling the shroom and humming to herself.

“Make sure to save the stubs. I can-”

“Replant them. I know.” She giggled and you ruffled her hair a bit. 

You moved to clean yourself up, putting on the nice clothing Ronal and Tonowari gifted you for nights like this. Ronal would throw a fit if you walked in wearing your farming clothes, but you would do anything to appease your lover.

A knock at the entrance caused you and Tsireya to look up. It was Ao’nung.

“I’m not too late am I?”

Tsireya threw a shroom stub at him and giggled. 

“Not at all,” You said. “You might wanna start boiling some water.

The teens worked happily in your kitchen as you tidied a bit. It warmed your heart to know that kids, especially of their age still enjoyed the simplicity of farming and cooking. Tsireya opened up to you once about how it was a nice way to get away from the training and practices of being the princess.

Ao’nung was less vocal about his enjoyment, but he kept coming around so that was a plus.

The three of you worked until sunset, creating an ovumshroom stew with fish and porridge, one of your favorites.

“Now who's gonna help me carry this across the reef?” You said playfully. Tsireya walked up but was pushed back by her brother.

“Let the future Olo’eyktan handle this.”

“Hey! Dad said I still have a good chance.” Tsireya rebutted. 

“We’ll see about that.”

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After a long walk, the three of you finally arrived at their home. Ronal had a scowl on her face, and you smiled awkwardly. “I brought food.”

“At least you didn’t come empty handed.” She huffed. 

“I came as fast as I could.” You said lowly, realizing the Sully family was already inside the pod.

Ronal went back to announce the food was ready, and the navi began pouring in. You poured the porridge into their bowls as they stood in a line, chatting and smiling brightly at the warm meal. When it was Neytiri’s turn, she held her hand up before you could fill her bowl. 

“I can pour it myself, thanks.”

“Oh there’s no need, I insist.’ You politely said, holding up the spoon.

“I rather not…have someone like you pouring my food.”

“Someone like me?”

The room fell silent at your high-pitched voice that radiated from shock. 

Ronal was standing not too far from the two of you with a nasty glare on her face. Tonowari also had a look of disapproval displayed across her face.

“In the forest we don’t have servants.”

Ronal hissed, and Tonowari stood, walking over to stand close to his wife.

“She is no servant.” Ronal said harshly.

“That's Y/n. Mom and Dad’s girlfriend.” Ao’nung said a little unphased from the situation. 

Everyone watched as Neytiri's face changed, going into shock. She fell silent, and a thick draft blew through the pod. She nervously giggled before nodding.

“Enlighten me Ms. Sully. What about Y/n made you think she was-”

“It’s fine Ronal.” You chimed in, trying to deescalate the situation. In Neytiri’s defense you were wearing less formal clothing and you were serving the food. It wouldn’t take much to put two and two together. 

“I apologize.” Neytiri said.

“It was an honest mistake.”

“Mistake my foot.” Ronal mumbled, 

Tonowari placed a hand on his wife's shoulder and nodded, giving everyone the non-verbal signal that we could all move on from the mistake. 

The pod was still quiet by the time you sat to eat, everyone, even the kids, scared to break the tension that floated in the air. You looked around to see if anyone would perk up, but everyone was either focused on their food or frowning. 

You made eye contact with Jake, and you can tell he was about to take his chance with damage control. 

“Would it be rude to ask how this came to be?” 

You smiled and chuckled. “Well Ronal initiated everything. IIf she wants something she won't stop until she has it.”

Tonowari looked over at Ronal who had a bit of a flushed expression on her face. “Well Ronal here saw Y/n dancing around the bonfire, and went to join in. This was when the kids were…Tuk’s age, maybe younger.” Tonowari started. “After that night we wanted to meet with her more, but we didn’t see her around the village. Ronal tried convincing me for weeks that she was indeed Metkayina and not from some other clan.”

“I found her playing with rakes on the other end of the reef.” Ronal said.

“I was plowing the sand, not playing with rakes.”

“Same difference.” Ronal sighed. “I saw her..thought she would make a great addition.”

“Whatever makes Ronal happy.  I told myself.” Tonowari smiled. “But… Y/n makes me happy too.”

After an eye roll from Ronal everyone in the pod laughed, dissipating the once tense room. 

Once dinner ended, and the Sully’s retired to their own pod, you stayed behind to help clean the mess that was left behind. You noticed Ronal washing the dishes intensely, so you walked over and leaned to look at her.

“Ronal.”

“That Neytiri woman. I don't like her.” She said scrubbing the dish.

“It was an honest mist-”

“I allow her to seek Uturu and she comes to my home and disrespects me, you- us!” She stammers.

You grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to face you. “Ronal….it's fine. Listen, I'm not offended. We're from two different worlds, I've accepted I may not be treated with respect like you and Wari.”

“But you should be!” She says sternly.

“Ronal.” You placed a kiss on her cheek. “As long as I am with you two I am just fine. I don't care what people say about me, or how they treat me, because you and Wari are the only two people whose opinion matters.”

Ronal looked at you before sighing and nodding, giving in, like she always did. Tonowari walked over and smiled at the sight of you two embracing.

“And you,” Ronal turned to her husband. “You did not defend me.”

“Sweetheart you did a better job than I could’ve. And I would rather not get into women's business.”

Ronal stood quiet before nodding. “You have a point.”

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New Goth: Chapter 4, Part 6

James practices his dad skills with some uncle time.

CW: Low Level sim spice. Content Warning Guide

To wind down from the social worker interview James decides to see if any of the fishing crew are free for the afternoon. He looks in the lake opposite his house while he waits for them to show up. Nothing too tricky in there, maybe he could catch something for Alexander to cook.

Harvey: Adoption eh

James: Yeah. Ophelia and I didn’t have kids but, I want to leave behind someone I’ve raised

Harvey: I can get that. I’m the same, keep hoping mine will announce impending grandfather-hood

James: The young do things in their own time

Harvey: I guess, when I think of being in my twenties it feels like lifetimes ago

James: I know what you mean

James: Where is your son anyway

Harvey: He said something about needing the internet. I thought the internet was what we had on our phones

James: No I think that’s wifi

Bob: That’s data actually

James: *sighs* I don’t know, technology keeps changing. Now fishing, that’s something that has remained the same

The group murmur in agreement as they enjoy the moment of peace.

James: Hello girls

Savannah: Good afternoon Uncle James

Mercedes: Hi Uncle James

James: What are you two doing here

Savannah: Papa had to go into the lab today for work so mama told us to get the bus here after school

Mercedes: She doesn’t think we’re old enough to look after Viola and nana says the three of us are a handful for her

James: I’m afraid I agree with your mama, come on in

Savannah: I’m going to go find Milton. Try and show him a proper doll story

James: How about you Mercedes? You like math right? Care to play some chess

While James and Mercedes face off on the chess board Savannah and Milton play with the dollhouse.

Savannah: I didn’t realise you can wear bear suits to your school

Milton: I can wear whatever

Savannah: I wish that was us

Mercedes: Having unicorns (uniforms) can be fun

James: And why is that

Mercedes: *grins mischievously* The teachers have trouble telling us apart

James: Fancy that

Savannah: Well our main teacher can tell but not the other ones

Rahul swings by to pick the twins up as Alexander gets home and heads for the kitchen. He’s considering what to cook when Milton comes to find him.

Milton: Can I help with dinner

Alexander: Sure. I just need to figure out what to make

James: Make some Poke bowls, I caught some fresh fish today

Alexander: Okay, meal is set. Milton grab the stool so you can reach the counter

Milton drags over the step and is at a proper height to work on the counter. Alexander provides help here and there but since he’s preparing his own ingredients it’s mainly James who makes sure Milton doesn’t get his paws dirty.

James: Mrs Ali said she’ll accompany her here for dinner tomorrow

Milton: Is she trialling us or are we trialling her

Alexander: Both I imagine, sweets?

James: Yes. It’s a chance for us to make sure we don’t clash with her, and it’s a chance for her to meet us before agreeing to stay

Milton: Did the social worker say what she’s like

James: I imagine she’ll keep us on our toes, but she’s not mean, I made sure

Alexander: Why don’t you think about what you want to ask her tomorrow Milton? Then you'll have some stuff prepared

Milton seems pleased at this idea, although it is hard to judge his feelings in the bear suit. Following dinner for humans and cats James makes sure to fit in snuggle time with his furbabies.

After making sure Milton gets to sleep James finds Alexander in their office finishing the day's work column.

Alexander: She’ll keep us on our toes will she

James: Mrs Ali did say she can be competitive for attention, and tricks gullible people, but we can handle that. When I tell you her background you'll understand

Alexander: You have faith in my abilities to handle her?

James: Yes I do. You’re sharp, you’ll see through fictions I imagine, and you’ll have me. If there’s something I can spot it’s a lying teenager

Alexander: I'm finished here so... care to go and pretend we’re still lying teenagers

James: And what would we be lying about

Alexander: My level of experience? And our relationship status

James: *laughs* Do you need me to teach you again

Alexander: What can I say? I’m just a boy in love with my tutor

Yeah... they go woohoo.

With an important dinner coming up Hamlet and Gertrude get some cute new threads. Hamlet opts for a tidy sweater while Gertrude gets a fancy dress that she’s happy to sleep in. Milton pats Hamlet before heading off for school, Alexander assures James he won’t work late and eventually James starts to vacuum the mansion. He wants to make a good impression on Ariadne, can’t have her thinking she’d be living in a pigsty. Or that he would expect her to clean like some sort of Cinderella character.

Of course as a retiree James can spend a large chunk of his day living my dream, snuggling cats. He also likes programming and from chats with Joey feels like he should try to teach himself. There are a few online courses but Joey emailed copies of his old coursework for James to get a ground level understanding of coding. Both cats stay near despite Gertrude being aloof, she’s James companion so she likes to keep an eye on him.

Milton: Hey Uncle James

James: Hey kiddo, how was school

Milton: Not bad. Reynaldo and I discussed voidcritters for most of lunch

James: Do you want to invite him over after school some day

Milton: Maybe. Hey do you know math as well as volcano stuff

James: Of course. What seems to be the problem

Milton: Times tables. I know the tens but my teacher said I need to start on the fives

James: Don’t worry, we can work on it together, we have time before our dinner guests arrive

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NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9

Today's (7/30/2024) Episode: Together Again

While his family was mourning his passing, Peachy found himself suddenly blinking in the bright sunlight of a familiar courtyard.

He was just getting his bearings when he was almost knocked off his feet by a big bear hug from his long-lost husband. Laughing he hugged Jack back just as tightly, whispering in his ear: “Calm down big guy – I have it on good authority this is the end of the line. I'm not going anywhere."

Jack pulled back to look at him for just a second before embracing him again. "I've missed you so much. It’s hard to believe you're really here.“

Peachy's grin widened at that. "Well believe it – I’ve arrived and you're never getting rid of me. So, how about you show me around?”

  🎶Together again, My tears have stopped falling, the long, lonely nights are now at an end🎶

Taking his husbands hand Jack led him to the portal that would take them to their new home on the island, catching him up to speed as they went.

"Luna and I are still living at Storm and Xander's in town, but I kept tabs on our place. The Watcher clearly had you in mind, it’s a peach paradise. I think you're going to love it".

“Honestly”, Peachy said "I'd love living in a cardboard box as long as you were there, but your “Watcher" has done well by me so far. I'm not worried".

Upon arrival Peachy gazed around, commenting "I can't argue with the view or the color, but I don't think I ordered up that fishing hole at the end of the lane". Jack grinned, nodding. "Good fishing too – and now that you're here I'll be expecting some of your world-famous fresh sushi".

Leaning in for a kiss Peachy fired back "your wish is my command – but first I need to see what kind of kitchen I'm going to be working with!" before turning and marching through the front door.

Peachy declared the kitchen "adequate", promising Jack “I’ll make your favorite tuna rolls for dinner if you think you can manage to catch me some fresh" Jack ran a hand gently across his cheek, responding "I'm sure that can be arranged, but sushi isn't what I'm hungry for right this second". 

He didn't have to say anymore. Peachy leaned in for another kiss, telling him "well then, lead the way. I for one have no idea where anything is yet!". 

Their destination was, of course, the bedroom. They took their time getting reacquainted, popping up all smiles when they were finally spent.

Later that evening as they sat at the dining table, a plate of sushi made from the fresh fish Jack had caught earlier that day half eaten between them, Peachy's expression grew thoughtful.

“Jack, what are we going to do when Valentina comes to join us?“ He gave his husband a worried look. “I love you, so much, but I love her too. She's my wife. How…"?.”

Jack stopped him by placing a finger on his lips before kissing them softly.  When they finally broke apart his answer was simple "we'll figure it out. I chose to leave, and she was there for you and Luigi. I don't love her the way you love her, but I love her for that. I'd never ask you to give her up."

A soft smile tugged at the corner of Jack's lips as he finished with "If there's room in your heart for both of us, I suspect we can learn to share".

Peachy gestured down at his ample frame as he replied, "I think my heart can handle it and there's certainly enough of me to go around!" Jack just chuckled at his spouse's usual levity before inviting him to the living room to relax in front of the TV before bed.  

Snuggling each other close and flipping on the sports channel, the pair of reunited lovers were warmed with the knowledge that their time together was now unlimited, and happily ever after was no longer just a phrase.

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Lochmallow Mystery Novella Snippet!

I've decided to write a little prequel novella to the Lochmallow Mystery cozy fantasy series I've inexplicably been inspired to write, to get myself into the heads of the characters and figure out the world a little before I throw myself headfirst into it.

This little snippet explains how Hendryk and Amara got such a good deal on their shop. Enjoy! Concrit is welcome and appreciated, just don't be a jerk about it <3

"Just one more, Hendryk. I promise."

The handsome tiefling groaned, running his hand through the amaranthyne curls between his curved horns. "We've been through three empty shops already. Must we really make it four?"

"l saved the best for last. I think this one is exactly what we're looking for."

"The 'best'," he mocked, drawing his fingers up in air quotes, "can wait until tomorrow. My contract states I'm entitled to a meal and a sit-down after four hours of work, and it's been six. Six! You may be a glutton for drudgery, dear sister, but I am not. If I don't find myself back in the tavern sharpish, I fear I shall wither away!"

Amara, hand resting on the door handle, rolled her eyes as she shot him a patient stare. "Are you quite finished?"

He grinned at her, pointed canines glinting in the golden rays of the late afternoon suns. "Would I be myself if I was? You love my flair for the dramatic." He swept her his most gallant bow, and she could not help but smile. "Shall we get this little song-and-dance over with, dear sister?"

"Let's shall."

As Hendryk slipped his arm around hers, their personas draped around them like a comfortingly familiar cloak. He pulled the door open with his free hand. The soft tinkle of a bell welcomed them and attracted the silvery gaze of an elderly half-elf woman. She clapped her leathery hands on the counter to push herself off the barstool. "Sure and how can I help you on this fine day?"

Hendryk flashed his winning smile. "We're looking for a shop to make our own, and the mayor's assistant said you might be able to help us. Rose Fenwick, I presume?"

The woman studied them, smoke-gray eyes flicking between their faces. Amara innocently twisted the thin band on her finger until the afternoon sunrays glinted off its plum gem. It seemed to catch the woman's eye, and her lips parted in a hearty, partly toothless grin of her own. "Aye, I am. And you must be that couple she warned me about. What do they call ye?"

A question like that was practically begging to be snarked at. Amara braced herself; there was no way he could resist such an opening.

"Trouble, usually," Hendryk quipped with a chuckle and an easy smile. "They call me Hendryk, and this is my dear wife Amara. We've only just moved to Lochmallow, you see, and it's our dream to open a quiet little teashop in a quiet little town. Grown a bit weary of the Verthurst glamour - you understand."

To Amara's surprise, Rose let out a hearty guffaw and slapped her hand on the counter. Yet another lesson in judging a chimera by his mane - she'd assumed the half-elf would be stoic at best, stuffy at worst. Perhaps rural folk were more chill than the other carnies had led her to believe.

Yet another piece of her to leave behind.

As usual, Amara was content to let Hendryk handle the bulk of the proceedings, choosing instead to wander the empty shop with keen eyes. It was well suited for the tea shop they claimed to desire - Rose informed them that it had previously been her family's fried fish shop, which explained the astonishingly well-stocked kitchen. The front-of-house was spacious enough for Hendryk's bookshelves and a few small, cozy tables. Tall windows let in plenty of fresh light, and the loft above ensured they didn't have to stay in the tavern any longer. It truly was the perfect place to open a cozy little tea shop.

But it was the little room just before the kitchen that caught Amara's full attention.

At first glance, it wasn't much to look at - a little supply closet perhaps the size of a very small child's room. Rose scoffed as she opened the door, declaring it "good for keeping the fish cold but naught else." But Amara's mind's eye filled in the missing pieces with ease. A candle-lit table to flicker the shadows. Faintly glowing stars on the ceiling and walls. A silver-backed mirror that cast no reflection on that wall. And in the center, a beautiful glass ball on a silver pedestal.

"We'll take it."

Hendryk and Rose glanced at her, startled out of their conversation by her sudden interjection. Her brother shot her a questioning glance as the half-elf drummed her fingers against the counter. "Ye sure? Yer man was just saying it might be a wee big for yer tastes."

Amara slipped her arm around his and stared into his eyes with the most adoring smile she could muster. "Not at all - your shop is perfect. Please, Henny?"

He chuckled even as his fingers tightened over hers in a warning. "Well... one more look through won't hurt, I suppose."

Her smile became genuine, her eyes crinkling at the corners. He had done his part - it was her turn now. She pulled from his arm as if reluctantly, her finger trailing a quick sigil the bulk of his tricep hid.

Rose's pointed ear pricked immediately. "Did ye hear that?"

Hendryk glanced at Amara, a poorly timed twinkle in his glowing coal eyes. "Hear what?"

The half-elf didn't move for several seconds as she scanned the room. Finally she shook her head. "May aught I'm hearin' things. Could've swore I heard a-"

What a perfect time to scream.

"Mouse!" Amara cried with a deceptively shrill trill as a tiny shadow darted across the floor from the darkness of one corner to the dim light of another. She clutched his arm and let out a faint whimper. "Ugh, how awful! How filthy!"

Hendryk patted the back of her shoulder a little too hard, a clear warning to dial it back. "How awful," he echoed solemnly, gazing steadily at the frazzled half-elf. "And here I thought you had a reputable establishment. What a shame."

Rose stamped her thick boot in the corner where the mouse had fled, but it had vanished seemingly into nothing. "Tis a coastal town," she protested, her voice husky. "Ye'll aught get mice from time to time, for certain in the autumn. Though I've ne'er seen one in me shop so soon in the year.". She crossed her arms over her burly chest and drummed her fingers on her thick coat. "Odd that. Tell ye what. I'll drop by rent by fifty bob and have the place treated on my coin. That's the best I can do ye for - that is, if'n ye still want the place?"

Hendryk pretended to think, gnawing on his thumbnail with a troubled expression. "It is the finest place we've seen today... I'm quite partial to it. Amara, dear, do you agree to those terms? I think they're quite fair."

Amara shuddered one last time. "If you think it's fair, Henny, then I'll trust you. Ugh, hopefully those awful mice are gone when we're ready to move in. How dreadful that was, and what unfortunate timing!"

"Aye," agreed Rose with a dark expression and a darker tone, "that it was."

[cyberpunk-life]

He rang off, then searched in the cupboards of the kitchen for a broom (manual or self-powered) or vacuum cleaner (helium battery or wall socket). Neither could be found. Evidently he had never been issued any sort of cleaning equipment by the building’s supply agency. Hell of a time, he thought, to find that out. And he had lived here four years.

Picking up the vidphone, he dialed 214, the extension for the maintenance circuit of the building. “Listen,” he said, when the homeostatic entity answered. “I’m now in a position to divert some of my funds in the direction of settling my bill vis-à-vis your clean-up robots. I’d like them up here right now to go over my apt. I’ll pay the full and entire bill when they’re finished.”

“Sir, you’ll pay your full and entire bill before they start.”

By now he had his billfold in hand; from it he dumped his supply of Magic Credit Keys—most of which, by now, had been voided. Probably in perpetuity, his relationship with money and the payment of pressing debts being such as it was. “I’ll charge my overdue bill against my Triangular Magic Key,” he informed his nebulous antagonist. “That will transfer the obligation out of your jurisdiction; on your books it’ll show as full restitution.”

“Plus fines, plus penalties.”

“I’ll charge those against my Heart-Shaped—”

“Mr. Chip, the Ferris & Brockman Retail Credit Auditing and Analysis Agency has published a special flier on you. Our recept-slot received it yesterday and it remains fresh in our minds. Since July you’ve dropped from a triple G status creditwise to quadruple G. Our department—in fact this entire conapt building—is now programed against an extension of services and/or credit to such pathetic anomalies as yourself, sir. Regarding you, everything must hereafter be handled on a basic-cash subfloor. In fact, you’ll probably be on a basic-cash subfloor for the rest of your life. In fact—”

He hung up. And abandoned the hope of enticing and/or threatening the clean-up robots into entering his muddled apt. Instead, he padded into the bedroom to dress; he could do that without assistance.

After he had dressed—in a sporty maroon wrapper, twinkle-toes turned-up shoes and a felt cap with a tassel—he poked about hopefully in the kitchen for some manifestation of coffee. None. He then focused on the living room and found, by the door leading to the bathroom, last night’s greatcape, every spotty blue yard of it, and a plastic bag which contained a half-pound can of authentic Kenya coffee, a great treat and one which only while pizzled would he have risen to. Especially in view of his current abominable financial situation.

Back in the kitchen he fished in his various pockets for a dime, and, with it, started up the coffeepot. Sniffing the—to him—very unusual smell, he again consulted his watch, saw that fifteen minutes had passed; he therefore vigorously strode to the apt door, turned the knob and pulled on the release bolt.

The door refused to open. It said, “Five cents, please.”

He searched his pockets. No more coins; nothing. “I’ll pay you tomorrow,” he told the door. Again it remained locked tight. “What I pay you,” he informed it, “is in the nature of a gratuity; I don’t have to pay you.”

“I think otherwise,” the door said. “Look in the purchase contract you signed when you bought this conapt.”

In his desk drawer he found the contract; since signing it he had found it necessary to refer to it many times. Sure enough; payment to his door for opening and shutting constituted a mandatory fee. Not a tip.

“You discover I’m right,” the door said. It sounded smug.

From the drawer beside the sink Joe Chip got a stainless steel knife; with it he began systematically to unscrew the bolt assembly of his apt’s money-gulping door.

“I’ll sue you,” the door said as the first screw fell out. Joe Chip said, “I’ve never been sued by a door. But I guess I can live through it.”

A knock sounded on the door. “Hey, Joe, baby, it’s me, G. G. Ashwood. And I’ve got her right here with me. Open up.”

“Put a nickel in the slot for me,” Joe said. “The mechanism seems to be jammed on my side.”

~ Philip K Dick—Ubik (1969)

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Choosing the Right Ice Bag: Key Features to Consider

In the world of food service, retail, events, and beyond, choosing the right ice bag can make all the difference. Whether you’re a caterer ensuring cold drinks at an outdoor wedding, a retailer looking to keep perishables fresh, or a healthcare professional needing reliable storage, the perfect ice bag can enhance efficiency and operation. This comprehensive guide will walk you through the key features to consider when selecting ice bags, with a spotlight on our range of drawstring-equipped options.

Why Are Ice Bags Essential?

Ice bags serve a multitude of purposes across various sectors. Their primary role is to preserve and transport perishable items, but their usability extends much further. For event organizers, having the right ice bag ensures beverages remain chilled throughout the day. Healthcare facilities rely on them for safe storage of temperature-sensitive supplies. Understanding their importance underscores why selecting the right type is crucial.

Having a versatile and reliable ice bag can simplify tasks and enhance efficiency, whether you're stocking up for a busy season in retail or preparing for an event. High-quality ice bags offer durability and resistance to extreme temperatures, ensuring contents remain secure and well-preserved.

Understanding Ice Bag Materials

Material Matters

The construction material of an ice bag plays a significant role in its performance. Most premium ice bags are made from food-grade plastic, which is not only safe for storing consumables but also durable enough to withstand low temperatures without breaking. Opting for materials that meet FDA and USDA requirements ensures safety and reliability.

Additionally, the thickness of the plastic contributes to the bag's strength. Thicker materials are more resistant to punctures and tears, making them ideal for transporting heavy loads or for use in rugged environments.

The Importance of Closure Types

Convenience of Drawstring Closures

Ice bags with drawstring closures offer unmatched convenience. The cotton drawstring not only ensures a secure seal, keeping the contents intact, but also makes it easy to open and close the bag as needed. This feature is especially beneficial in fast-paced environments where quick access is essential.

Choosing a drawstring closure can also prevent leaks and spills, a crucial advantage when transporting liquids or ice. This type of closure enhances usability, allowing users to easily adjust the tightness of the seal according to their needs.

Exploring the Size Spectrum

Choosing the Right Capacity

Ice bags come in various sizes, each suited to different uses.

8 lb Ice Bags are perfect for smaller-scale needs, such as home use or intimate gatherings. Their manageable size makes them easy to handle and store. These bags are great for personal use, quick trips, or small events where large quantities of ice aren’t necessary.

10 lb Ice Bags strike a balance, providing ample capacity without being unwieldy. They're often chosen by small businesses and event coordinators for moderate-sized functions. This size offers versatility, serving both personal and professional needs effectively.

20 lb Ice Bags are ideal for large events or professional settings where significant amounts of ice are required. Their larger size ensures you have enough ice for extensive use, whether at a large event or in a busy commercial kitchen.

Key Features of Ice Bags

Durability and Temperature Resistance

High-quality ice bags are designed to withstand extreme conditions. Whether you need to store ice in scorching summer heat or transport it in frigid winter temperatures, a durable bag won't fail you. Look for bags that maintain integrity in temperatures as low as -20ºF.

Versatility is Key

A versatile ice bag finds application in numerous settings. From keeping beverages cold at a beach party to preserving fish on a fishing trip, the right bag can adapt to your needs. Choose a bag that can transition from indoor to outdoor settings seamlessly.

Versatility also means the ability to store more than ice. High-quality bags can be used for other purposes like storing frozen food, making them even more valuable in a variety of situations.

8 lb Ice Bag with Drawstring

Unique Benefits

Our 8 lb ice bags with drawstring are crafted for those who need a reliable, versatile option. Made from food-grade plastic, these bags are safe for all types of consumables. A standout feature is their ability to resist brittleness even in extreme cold, ensuring reliability.

The cotton drawstring closure provides convenience and security, allowing for easy handling and secure sealing. With a bulk pack of 100, these bags are perfect for ensuring you never run out when demand is high or for use in frequent, smaller scale applications.

10 lb Ice Bag with Drawstring

Why Choose 10 lb?

The 10 lb option offers a mid-range capacity, combining the best of both smaller and larger bags. These bags are equipped with a clear window, allowing quick identification of contents, a feature that enhances usability and organization.

These bags are designed from thicker plastic, ensuring they hold up under pressure without tearing. Their versatile use makes them a staple in restaurants, schools, and events that require a dependable ice storage solution.

20 lb Ice Bag with Drawstring

Perfect for Large Volumes

When you need to transport or store large quantities of ice, our 20 lb bags deliver. With strong, durable plastic construction and a cotton drawstring closure, these bags provide the security you need for big events or commercial use.

The substantial size makes them ideal for extended use, reducing the need for frequent refills. Their ability to handle heavy loads without compromising integrity ensures they can meet the demands of any large-scale operation.

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Behind the Scenes: A Look at Our Culinary Institute's State-of-the-Art Facilities

If you are considering an occupation in the culinary field, the atmosphere in which students learn is as crucial as the caliber and quality of the training. The Krystal School of Excellence At Krystal School of Excellence, we pride ourselves on providing top-of-the-line facilities specifically designed to provide students with the best experience they can get. Learn: Our modern facilities are not just a place to learn; they are the core of our culinary school, which encourages creativity, accuracy, and thorough cooking knowledge.

In this piece, we'll take you inside the kitchen to discover how our facilities are creating the future chefs. Each space, from our state-of-the-art kitchens to the specialized labs, is designed to allow students to gain practical experience in real-world settings.

1. World-Class Kitchens: Where Creativity Meets Precision

The core of any culinary arts curriculum is the kitchen. And our kitchen is second to none. Our culinary school has fully equipped kitchens comparable to those in the best restaurants. Each kitchen cooktop has cutting-edge appliances, such as top-of-the-line ovens, induction cooktops, and precise temperature control equipment. This allows students to learn about the equipment they'll use in professional kitchens.

Our kitchens aren't just made for individual use but also for collaboration. The group cooking classes encourage collaboration, a crucial talent in the culinary industry. The kitchens in these are where imagination is matched by precision. Students use the basic techniques they've learned to transform them into gourmet masterpieces. When they're trying out traditional recipes or challenging the boundaries of contemporary food, the students at our school are in a position to think outside the box.

When taking these culinary arts courses in Kolkata, students must spend a lot of time in the kitchens, working on their techniques under the supervision of our experienced instructors. The practical learning they get in this course is valuable and guarantees they are well-prepared for the ever-changing, challenging industry of kitchens for professionals.

2. Baking and Pastry Labs: A Sweet Spot for Learning

If you want to become a pastry baker or chef, our specially designed pastry and baking labs offer the ideal learning setting. The labs are equipped with the latest mixers, proofers, and convection ovens, allowing learners to create with high precision and care. Baking is an art and science. Our facilities are specifically designed to help students master both.

These labs for pastry are an area of creative thinking and experimentation, where students can play with everything from traditional French pastry to contemporary creative desserts. Size: The labs provide plenty of space for our students to work in pairs and smaller groups, allowing them to improve their skills in a confined team-based environment.

This Culinary Arts diploma offered in Kolkata provides extensive instruction in baking and pastry arts and focuses on learning the science behind every recipe. Chocolates: Students learn about the chemistry behind ingredients and the precise methods required to create perfection when they bake bread, make chocolates, or make intricate sugar-based sculptures.

3. Butchery and Meat Processing Room: A Focus on Fundamentals

One of the most overlooked aspects of the culinary curriculum is butchery, a skill that's often overlooked but is crucial for any new chef. Our culinary school has a separate butchery and processing area where students can master the basics of slicing and chopping various cut pieces. This facility has the highest-quality refrigeration equipment to keep all food items fresh. 

Also, we have high-quality knives and equipment to provide secure and efficient butchering.

In this classroom, students are given hands-on training in handling poultry, meat, and fish. They will learn to cut and chop efficiently, reduce waste, and ensure that each cut is prepared perfectly to be cooked. This information is crucial for chefs working in restaurants, catering establishments, and catering operations, where knowing how to cook with various proteins is necessary.

4. Garde Manger Room: Elevating the Art of Cold Cuisine

Cold cuisine, also known as the garde manger, is a different specialty that students of our culinary school can explore in depth. In the Garde Manger Room, they will learn the finer points of making cold salads, appetizers, pates, and terrines. Technology: The room is outfitted with the latest refrigeration technology, ensuring that food items remain at the right temperature throughout preparation.

In this class, students can also play with charcuterie and learn how to cook meats and produce authentic sausages. Cooking cold requires a distinct set of skills, and our modern facilities offer an ideal setting for students to learn how to make cold dishes. Under the supervision of our teachers, the students acquire a profound knowledge of the best ways to balance cold food's flavors and textures, bringing their culinary skills to new heights.

5. Wine and Beverage Labs: A Sommelier's Playground

The culinary curriculum is incomplete without understanding wines, particularly how they can complement food. Our labs for wine and beverages allow students to discover the world of mixing, wine pairing, and non-alcoholic drinks. These labs are fully equipped with temperature-controlled wine storage, a wide selection of glassware, and professional-grade mixing tools.

wineIn our labs for beverages, students are taught how to make cocktails, create wine lists, and comprehend the science behind making tea and coffee. The knowledge gained from these labs is crucial for students who plan to make a career in catering, fine dining, or sommeliers. This comprehensive approach to culinary education assures that students seamlessly integrate the service of food and beverages into their cooking repertoire.

The diploma cooking course in Kolkata offers a full-time education in all areas involving food or beverage services, providing students with a comprehensive understanding of culinary art.

6. Library and Digital Learning Resources: Knowledge Beyond the Kitchen

While hands-on learning is crucial for culinary education, having a solid theoretical understanding is equally important. The History Culinary School has an impressive library with digital learning resources where students can explore food science, the history of cooking, and new trends. The library offers access to industry journals, cookbooks, and digital media to ensure that students are up-to-date on the latest developments in food and drink.

Students can also access online sources, including virtual learning and online platforms, that provide tutorials, videos, and interactive content. These tools are extremely useful in research, recipe creation, and keeping up-to-date with the latest trends in global cuisine.

Conclusion: An Investment in the Future

In the Krystal School of Excellence, the environment in which our students study is crucial to their academic success. Tools: By providing cutting-edge kitchens, labs, and learning tools, we ensure our students are equipped for their future culinary careers and can innovate and lead the field. Our modern facilities and skilled instruction make our culinary school the ideal place for future culinary professionals and chefs.

So, whether you're planning to join culinary arts classes in Kolkata, take the Culinary arts diploma in Kolkata, or finish a cooking diploma program at Kolkata, Krystal School of Excellence provides the ideal way to realize your culinary goals.

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Let me take you on a journey of rediscovering one of the most loved Nigerian dishes—Egusi Soup and Fufu! Picture this: you’re in your cosy London kitchen, cold outside, but the warmth of palm oil and spicy peppers is about to make your kitchen feel like Lagos/Abuja in the middle of summer.

Egusi Soup: A Bowl of Pure Nostalgia

I remember watching my aunties make this when I was little, but now it’s my turn to revive those flavors. Let’s start with Egusi Soup, the crown jewel of Nigerian cuisine!

What You’ll Need:

• 2 cups egusi (ground melon seeds) — this is where the magic happens.

• 500g of assorted meat (goat, beef, tripe)—you know it’s not a proper Nigerian meal without all the meat!

• 200g stockfish or dried fish (trust me, this adds that unforgettable flavor).

• Palm oil—a Nigerian kitchen must-have (or you can put olive oil ify you want to be healthier), about ½ cup.

• 1 onion, chopped—because onions make everything better.

• 3 Scotch bonnet peppers or more (if you can handle it)—for that fiery kick!

• 2 tablespoons crayfish (ground)—this is where we’re elevating the game.

• A bunch of ugwu (pumpkin leaves) or spinach—keeping it fresh and green!

• Salt, stock cubes, and locust beans (if you want to go all out traditional).

Let’s Cook:

1. The Meat Situation:

First, we have to get those meats tender. Season with salt, onions, and maybe a stock cube or two. Let it simmer until it’s nice and soft. Throw in your stockfish during the last few minutes. The smell? That’s the scent of home!

2. Fry That Egusi:

Heat up your palm oil, and as soon as it’s warm, add the chopped onions and let them get all soft and fragrant. Then in goes the ground egusi—fry that bad boy for 10 minutes while stirring. This part is essential! It’s what makes the soup rich and full of depth, kind of like our heritage.

3. Spice It Up:

Now add the blended peppers, crayfish, and locust beans. The aroma? It’s everything! Slowly pour in your meat stock while stirring like your life depends on it (seriously, no lumps!). Add the cooked meat, and let the soup come together for about 15 minutes.

4. Green and Gorgeous:

Time to add the ugwu or spinach! This is what gives the soup that beautiful splash of green. Let it cook for another 5 minutes. Taste, adjust your seasoning, and then let the soup simmer a little longer until it’s thick and luscious.

Fufu: The Soulmate

You can’t have Egusi without its perfect partner—Fufu. This is the part that always brings a smile because it’s the simplest yet most satisfying thing to make.

Here’s How You Do It:

1. Boil Water:

Pretty self-explanatory, right? You want it hot and ready.

2. Mix & Knead:

Slowly pour in your fufu flour while stirring like you’re in a dance-off with your pot. Keep stirring until the mixture comes together in a smooth dough. Knead it to perfection, no lumps allowed!

3. Shape It:

Roll it into little balls and there you go—pillowy goodness, ready to be dipped into your delicious Egusi soup.

The Grand Finale:

Now, sit down, tear off a piece of that fluffy fufu, dip it in your Egusi soup, and take a bite. The flavours hit you all at once—the rich, earthy taste of egusi, the spicy warmth of the peppers, and the tender meat… honestly, it’s like a hug from the motherland.

Each bite is a reminder of home, culture, and history. Rediscovering these dishes feels like reclaiming a part of myself, a connection to my roots that’s so beautifully intertwined with every flavour. So, whether you’re in Lagos/Abuja or London, this is a taste of Nigeria right on your plate! Enjoy, or as we say, “E ku orire!” (Well done!).

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5 Must-have Kitchen Containers And Jars For Modern Kitchen

Food storage has also been passed down through generations as one would get ready for impending food shortages, similar to busy and careful female ants when gathering and storing food. The practice also covers food preservation in general, such as pantry staples consisting of spices with seductive aromas, aromatic herbs, and other essential dry ingredients in the kitchen. Nowadays, our eating and food storage behavior has turned into a trend where the good amount of nutritious stuff available in our pantries also includes a segment of our frozen food supply in everyday nourishment. With this development in eating, kitchen containers and jars have become very essential for the orderly arrangement and safe-keeping of our food in the contemporary kitchen environment.

Glass Jars

Glass Jars are transparent enough to identify the content in the jar. So, it's better to store jellies, olives, peppers, chutneys, honey, etc. They are eco-friendly, reusable, and easy to clean. It preserves the flavors, and the quality of the food. Glass jars with airtight lids prevent the food from insects and getting moisture. It can also be used in the fridge and also in the oven.

Airtight Containers

Airtight containers preserve the food from moisture entering and are ideal for storing dry goods like rice, flour, and cereals. Airtight containers come in a material, BPA plastic or Glass, which offers visibility and durability. These airtight containers are liquid-tight tight too and are suitable for carrying soupy noodles, or soup. It's perfect for traveling or leaving them in the bag.

Stainless Steel Containers

Stainless Steel is known for its durability, strength, and corrosion resistance. These containers are non-porous and the air or liquid cannot pass through easily. As they are dishwasher safe and freezer, these containers can be used for storage and cooking. With that, we can preserve the freshness of the stored food. These containers can withstand temperature variations and heat.

Ceramic Jars

Ceramic Jars are very safe to store food in the oven, freezer, or microwave. They are non-reactive to acidic and oily food. They are ideal for preserving dry ingredients like sugar, coffee powder, and spices. Ceramic jars are in different shapes and designs, it are mostly used to store pepper and salt, jam, and condiments. They come in different shapes like hen couples and the shape of fishes that add elegance to your kitchen decor. These sets may include jars, trays, and sometimes spoons, offering a complete dining table container solution

Acrylic Container

If glass containers seem to be heavier for you, then use acrylic containers which are lighter in weight. They are highly durable and resistant to breakage. They are easier to handle and transport. They offer sleek and modern and enhance the visual appeal of any display. But these containers are not for heating the food as they cannot tolerate heat. Most of the acrylic containers are used to store nuts like cashews, or almonds.

BPA-Free Plastic Containers

Lightweight and durable, these containers offer visibility and are perfect for on-the-go meals. These containers are considered safer for storing food as they eliminate the potential health risks associated with BPA exposure, such as hormone disruption. They are reusable and refillable kitchen essentials 

These containers cater to various needs in a modern kitchen, from preserving freshness to enhancing convenience in food storage and preparation. In the hustle and bustle of everyday life, the right type of containers and jars in your kitchen add to an organized and efficient kitchen. Such essential storage facilities support not only freshness preservation but also a clutter-free and visually beautiful kitchen. From dry ingredients to freezing and pantry staples, finding an appropriate container for your food will keep it safe and fresh for use at any moment.

Quality kitchen containers invested in, such as glass jars, airtight containers, stainless steel options, ceramic jars, acrylic containers, and BPA-free plastic containers, pay in the long run. These containers are durable, multi-functional, and practical enough to be rated as the must-haves of the contemporary kitchen. Once you have chosen the right kind of container, you will be able to simplify the process of food storage, reduce waste, and add a nice touch to your kitchen in terms of functionality and style.

Check out Vaaree to make your kitchen beautiful and stylish with our kitchen containers and jars.

Website: https://vaaree.com/

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Rainbow Trout for Sale: A Guide to Sourcing Fresh and Sustainable Fish

As consumers become more aware of the impact of their food choices on the environment and their health, sustainable and ethically sourced food has become a priority. One fish that has been gaining popularity in recent years for its delicious taste and eco-friendly production is rainbow trout. Located in Utah, Cove River Ranch is a leading producer of sustainable and fresh rainbow trout. With their commitment to ethical and sustainable farming practices, Cove River Ranch is a great option for anyone looking to source high-quality rainbow trout. In this blog post, we will explore the benefits of choosing rainbow trout and share tips for sourcing it sustainably.

Cove River Ranch offers high-quality rainbow trout for sale that are both fresh and sustainable. As a responsible content marketer, it's important to highlight the sustainability aspect of their fishery. They implement sustainable practices such as minimizing waste and using a natural food source. At Cove River Ranch, their team of experts provide the best possible care to ensure that their rainbow trout are healthy and of high quality. Their rainbow trout for sale is suitable for a range of culinary uses, making it a versatile option for restaurants and homes alike. By choosing Cove River Ranch's rainbow trout for sale, consumers can rest assured that they are making an environmentally conscious choice while enjoying delicious and healthy fish.

Tips for Sourcing Fresh and Sustainable Rainbow Trout:

Look for reputable suppliers that prioritize sustainability and transparency. Check if they have certifications such as the Aquaculture Stewardship Council (ASC) or the Best Aquaculture Practices (BAP) label.

Seek out suppliers who prioritize traceability and can provide detailed information about the origin, farming practices, and handling of the rainbow trout.

Consider purchasing rainbow trout from local farmers' markets or directly from fish farms in your area. This allows you to support local producers and have a better understanding of the fish's journey from farm to table.

Ask questions! Don't hesitate to inquire about the supplier's farming practices, the feed used, and any certifications they hold. Reputable suppliers will be happy to provide this information.

Cove River Ranch is a leading supplier of fresh Rainbow Trout that are guaranteed to be sustainably sourced. The health benefits of seafood are well documented, but it's important to choose ingredients that are responsibly farmed to protect the planet. Rainbow Trout is a delicious and low-fat fish that is incredibly versatile in the kitchen, making it an excellent choice for healthy meals. At Cove River Ranch, we take pride in ensuring all our fish are of the highest quality and ethically sourced. Customers can choose from a range of products, including whole fish and filleted portions, making it easy to incorporate this nutrient-rich protein into daily meals. With Cove River Ranch, you can enjoy the benefits of Rainbow Trout for your health and the planet.

In conclusion, choosing responsibly farmed ingredients is crucial for the well-being of our planet. Rainbow Trout is not only a healthy and low-fat option, but it is also a sustainable choice for seafood lovers. Cove River Ranch takes pride in sourcing their fish ethically and ensuring the highest quality for their customers. With a variety of products available, it is easy to incorporate this nutrient-rich protein into daily meals. By choosing Cove River Ranch, you can savor the delicious taste of Rainbow Trout while contributing to a healthier planet.

For more information, visit our website: https://coveriverranch.com/

[colgatekeeper]

Using latex groves when cleaning the kitchen makes me feel like I just killed someone

[yanderenightmare]

i feel like you've written this before but i can't find it anywhere but anyway HOUSES, what type of place do our boys have?

BNHA headcanons ! Homes

you're right, i did write this once, but it's a long time ago, here's a new version

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

Water-front lake-house.

A way up the mountain, in the forest, where the air is clean and the noise is soaked up by the trees.

Brand new modern architecture, with customised rooms designed to cater him and him alone

Large white geometric shapes strewn amongst the trees, on top of each other like building blocks. Large floor-to-ceiling windows showing the vastness of the misty woods outside.

He'll often stare at it while drinking his morning coffee. Content with the green pines as apposed to the concrete jungle view he has from his office in the heart of Japan.

Bakugou hates the city.

He hates the noise, the smell, the crowds.

He just wants to be isolated from the rest of the world. Fresh air and tall trees. Where he can tend to his garden in peace.

Groom the rose-hip and chamomile in the tea region and the apples and pears and plums in the fruit section.

Yard neatly divided into several districts. Each serving their own purpose.

He'll grow his own produce in the greenhouse. Get his hands dirty with mud and fertiliser like it's therapy. Bring vegetables and fruits into the kitchen and make fully organic meals.

He tends to his chilly-farm like a strict overprotective mother handles her babies.

He'll walk the woods and scavenge for new plants to adopt.

He couldn't stop smirking that time he found a wild shrub of strawberries on one of his hikes.

Up all alone on the mountain he'll enjoy the rain in all its glory. No sirens and turbulence disrupting the musical pitter-patter or the way it so peacefully splashes atop the lake.

He'll take his boat out there, in the middle of his very own ocean. Sling a fishing rod out to make ripples on the blank surface. Catching trout in the season he knows they've swum up the river. Making fresh sushi and sashimi from scratch.

Right before winter he'll scavenge the forest for a dying tree to cut down for firewood. Collecting pinecones for good measure as well. Sometimes finding other lucky coincidences along the way.

After some time he'll start adopting more than just plants.

He'll stumble upon unprotected abandon litters of animals. And mutter to himself about the circle of life while walking away.

Always turning back around growling to hell with the cruelty of nature.

He has a warren of rabbits in his garden now.

And one time he nursed a bear-cub back to health before setting him free again.

He grew a batch of sunflowers simply to collect the seeds to put in the several birdhouses he's put up. Making sure to water the birdbaths as well as the actual flowers when he's out overlooking his little world.

It's a big adjustment for him when he invites you to live with him.

He wasn't sure you'd appreciate the silence as much as him.

But you're consumed with confusion and cutesy lovesickness upon the introduction to the family of bunnies living with your respectively feared and known to be stoic partner.

He tells you that they were temporary with folded arms. That they were only supposed to stay until they grew up, however that by that time they'd grown so used to eating the carrots from his crop that they weren't suited for life out in the forest all alone.

You looked at the fray with your mouth agape. About to catch flies before looking to him and asking how many there were.

To which he replied that he'd long ago lost count.

All he could tell you was that he named the rather new one. The one that was born with a distinct heart-shaped blot of fur on his back.

And that he named it after you.

One, two, three, four or five.

TODOROKI SHOTO

Old-fashioned manor.

With large squared fields of green land and perfectly trimmed hedges running along the driveway, that leads to its very own roundabout circling a stone-fountain, with built-in lights that turn on automatically once it gets dark.

Shoto enjoys the atmosphere of old manors and mansions. He enjoys the medieval tones and accents alike a castle.

He enjoys how their presence seem almost merged with the land. How roses climb up the stone walls, making homes within the cracks in the cement. How a tree has leaned up against the bricks, resting its heavy head on the roof, branches growing alongside the walls as though embracing the structure.

He enjoys the sound.

The creaking and howling of the wind though the chimney. As though the house itself is alive, as though it's breathing. Moaning and groaning during the winter and humming and hooting happily in the summer.

He enjoys the spaciousness. Both that of within, where large rooms seem daunting in size, and the outside fields stretching a mile in each direction before reaching the forest.

He likes the grandness. The rich history. The muchness of it all. Where the lordly estate stands all alone with only a few sparse trees crowding its authority over the otherwise barren hill.

He enjoys the smell of oiled wood and the sturdiness of stone tiles. And the grand staircase and the large ballroom it leads to. The massive libraries with endless books to read. And the strange marble-carved statues and the intricate decorations marring the railing. The impressive whine-cellar and the enormous dining hall.

He enjoys offering up the guest rooms for staff for when it'd be convenient for them to stay on the property or for if they want to stay permanently.

And he especially enjoys volunteering his home to host events and gatherings. Whether it be a for a friend's wedding or to celebrate a birthday or in honour of someone, where the hero gala has been held exclusively at his house for the past years and counting.

He wouldn't want it any other way.

He also has the rooms to spare if anyone would need to crash for the night, and always has the staff make up the rooms for those designated drunken fools who always drink a few two many.

Shoto loves every square-inch of that place. Even though more than half of it isn't in use.

But you... you would be lying if you said you didn't find it a bit spooky.

Like a haunted house. With its long endless hallways that seem to lead to nowhere. And that constant feeling of walking in circles. Furniture placed in rooms no one use. Still with white sheets thrown on top of them so they not spoil in dust.

You swear things move around the first few weeks after moving in. Having no clue Shoto'd been pulling little innocent pranks on you. Until of course you spot the little smirk playing at his lips one time where you'd scared yourself into screaming wandering the rooms alone with the feeling of being followed.

He promised to stop his torment and make you realise the true beauty in your new home.

The vow smeared on your skin with Shoto's kisses as he made love to you in one of the supposed haunted white-clothed couches in the abandoned left wing of the house.

One or two. And yes, quite inspired by Hill House and Bly Manor.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

He'd long thought he wanted something quaint. Something cozy and homey. With a white picket-fence decorating its humble parameters.

But later in the extravagance of his fame he found that it didn't quite suit his style.

Much like his predecessor. He romanticises America and falls quite hard for the neoclassical villas.

Alike the White House. With its substantial presence and superior and authoritative symbolism.

He enjoys the grand pillars and the towering height.

He enjoys the comfort.

The luxury of having multiple rooms. An office, a gym, a library, a kitchen, three living rooms, game-room, home-theatre, an abundance of spare rooms plus the master bedroom... etc...

A bathroom for each floor, fully furbished with a hot-tub and a shower and a toilet. Plus the swimming pool outback in the garden and the glass roof covering it like a massive sun-parlor keeping the rain and snow out.

It's strange to think that the thought of living in such a place nearly made him sick before, and how he now cannot even seem to bring himself to sleep anywhere but home whatsoever.

But, he doesn't mind having people over, nor does he mind having them live close by either.

Unlike Katsuki who enjoys solitude and Shoto who covets privacy. He actually quite enjoys the neighbourhood.

He enjoys the hand-delivered housewarming gifts, and the hand-written invitation cards to gatherings and being the centre of attention to all the pretty housewives that swarm him on every neighbourhood barbecue and pool-party and block-soirée.

And now he enjoys the look of you getting comfortable in your new home.

Out in the garden by the pool. Bathing in the sunlight in the two-piece bikini and Prada sunglasses he's bought for you. Sipping Mai Tais and Pina Coladas from the bar.

He enjoys watching you read book after book from the home-library. How you curl yourself up in blankets in the armchair, feet rubbing together in fuzzy socks to keep the warmth. A cup of brewed tea sitting piping-hot by your side.

He enjoys coming home to find you in nothing but the lavish set of lingerie he picked out and the matching pretty lace kimono. How you sleep on the couch waiting for him like a little spoiled but grateful pet.

He enjoys how you've grown so comfortable. Where when you first moved in you'd tip-toe around unsure of where to place yourself. To now having adopted personal comfort spaces here and there that belong to you and you alone

He remembers asking you what you thought of it early in the days of your move-in and you'd answer that it was more closer to a picture taken out of interior-design magazine than something you could call home

But you've gotten used to it now. So much so you find it strange when everything isn't exactly where it's supposed to be, or when something isn't spotless, or if something faulty remains so for any longer than a couple of hours when they would usually be fixed and back to normal before the day let up.

You've gotten a bit spoiled.

But he just finds you adorable.

One, two, three or four.

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

Minimalist beachhouse.

Perhaps simpler and smaller than the abodes of his friends, but bought and placed on a private beach.

White sand sparkly like diamonds right outside. Soft and toasty to walk on. Water clear as crystal, laid calm in the coves with fishes swimming between bundles of coral beneath and waves perfect for surfing crashing into shore along the banks.

His surfboard collection standing proudly outside. Plunged into the wet sand in a perfect escalating row. Tow, fish, shortboard, hybrid, egg, funboard, gun, longboard, sup.

Sometimes one of them will disappear in the night and he's left to wonder whether the thief was human or sea.

But it doesn't matter too much.

He's not much of a materialistic guy. Which is why he had aimed for a smaller space than that of his other friends. Substituting space for a broad view and an endless backyard.

He's never wanted nor need much space or things. He rather likes keeping it as simple and minimal and down-to-earth as possible. Less space, less stress.

The garage is kept beneath the house. His car ducks down into a private tunnel some miles away so no other cars can arrive at the beach and so that no streets destroy the scenery.

A spiral staircase leads up to the main and only floor where all other rooms are gathered in a practical minimalistic layout. The kitchen-nook and dining table and living area all gathered in one space. A single bedroom and a bathroom kept separate as the remaining two rooms.

Most outer-walls are made up of floor to ceiling windows. Allowing him the full-scale view of the sun being swallowed by the ocean on the horizon.

The sky as well. Most beautiful above the ocean. Away from city-pollution, kept clean and starry. Moon giving a strip of light out onto the waters. Everything so blue and light reflected so beautifully you can hardly spot where the sea ends and the welkin begins.

You had it hard once moving in.

Always the sound of Kirshima's snoring and waves roaring outside when trying to fall asleep.

No personal space you can escape to for some privacy.

And the shower's outside so you can wash off saltwater before entering the house, but somehow the two of you always manage to drag sand in from the beach.

It's absolutely everywhere.

In the couch and in the bed. In the food sometimes as well.

Nothing ever doesn't smell like salt.

The ocean water bleach your clothes.

You get sunburned on the daily.

The aquarium in the living room is nice though. Taking up way too much space than you can afford, but feeding them has become somewhat of a hobby of yours.

And you like all the shells you find along the shore. And chucking starfish back into the ocean once the tide drags out to sea and leaves them stranded on the beach for death.

And you're beginning to adopt Kirishima's outlook. How the house is far away from being your only home. How the beach and the cove and the waters can be home as well.

One, two or three.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

Penthouse.

He never uses the elevator. He just swoops in and out. Wings carrying him to the top, where he lands on the terrace and enters from there.

Instincts told him he needed his nest high up. And something akin to pride told him it needed to be the highest of them all.

But... in retrospect he doesn't know why he settled for such a large place.

He's hardly ever home. And the thought that he needed a large birdbath was also now silly as he can count the amount of times he's used the pool on one hand alone.

But he doesn't think too much of it. The thought of a steady personal safe place to call home is still a strange and foreign prospect to him.

He just kept the interior as is when he bought it.

Same dull nameless paintings on the walls.

Furniture he paid a home-decorator to buy and place bearing no meaning to him. Though functional enough to serve their purpose.

It doesn't really matter though. He never uses the kitchen or the TV. All furniture rendered redundant as just props to prove that someone lives there.

When he's home he's either sleeping or doing research. Where he won't utilise the impressive desk sitting in his office, but rather the living-room floor.

Papers scattered everywhere. Neatly surrounding him, where he sits with his legs crossed in the middle of the brainstorm. Watching, connecting dots.

It's just a place to be for him. Not really a place to live.

But it's nice when you move in.

He enjoys the tiny messes you make everywhere. It makes everything feel more homey. Personal and comfortable and intimate.

Small piles of your clothes here and there, taken off on hot days or in a different heat of ripping each-others clothes off.

That shirt you borrowed from him, thrown on the coach. The once neat stacks of folded blankets laid in bunches. The pillows in no particular spot. Towels used by the pool hung over the back of chairs. Dinner plates still left in the sink. Half-drunken cups of coffee leaving rings on tabletops.

The smell too, has changed.

Once so stale and now so you. Your scent, your shampoo, your perfume, your cooking, your favourite flowers.

You've made it your house.

And in addition, a place he can call home.

One, two or three.

[kookiecrumb]

jjk|| Your Head

"tags": @kazthebrekkerofinej

word count: uhhhh

summary: Jungkook is the heir to the throne of your Kingdom! In this tale of duty versus heart, will love prevail victorious?

tags: Royalty!Jungkook x Peasant!Reader, oneshot, smut, fluff, slight angst, some crack, pining, forbidden lovers, Jungkookie has a sweet tooth, strangers to friends to lovers

warnings: explicit language, impact play, birthday sex (technically), fingering, oral (m receiving*), love marking, alcohol consumption, s&m themes, horny grinding, praise kink/body worship

a/n:

hey guys!

Firstly, I want to say how proud I am of myself for growing so much during this fic. I learned a lot about what I'm comfortable with, what I'd like to work on, and where my confidences lie.

I won't lie and say it's been easy, because writing this meant dealing with a lot of my fears? I'm excited for all the works that are to come.

The only thing I can do is be as receptive to growth as possible, so I'm looking forward to learning...

*I actually learned that Vaseline wasn't invented until like the 1870s? The fic is written in the 1810s, so I actually had a choice between having them do it with vegetable oil or spit. Spit won.

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5 years ago

You bend over to pick up an apple that had rolled over under your father's produce cart, praying that it isn't bruised so that you have to pay for it out of your dinner, when a crumpled piece of paper hits you in the ass.

Confused, you crawl out from under the stand and unwrap the paper.

The paper itself is of the finest quality you've ever seen. It's a sturdy cardstock, bleached white with gold etchings on the borders. The print on the top of it reads "His Highness Jeon's Royal Study," and scribbled in some kid's amateur cursive below, "Nice butt."

You directed your gaze upwards, towards the towering castle walls. Sure enough, a boy no older than 15 had his noggin popping out from the top of the rampart, with two wide eyes staring down, curious as to your reaction. This was Prince Jungkook, heir to the throne of your kingdom.

"Shouldn't you be equestrian horse riding or playing polo or something?" You shout. He furrows his eyebrows, apparently offended at your assumption, and then disappears behind the edifice.

Moments later, another paper hits your shoulder as you're practicing your caligraphy behind your cart. It lands between the apples, so you reach your hand over and fish out out.

You glance up at the anticipant, and sure enough he's there with his doe eyes and his coconut head, ogling.

"No, dumbie. That's at MID-day." Well how were YOU supposed to know the royal schedule of the crown prince, it wasn't just common knowlegde you learned from being a humble farmer's daught--

Ah!

"Will you STOP?!" You put your foot down. "Unless you're here to buy my apples, then you're not getting ANY, little Prince." Oh, shit. You gave him ideas. Now it was really over for you.

In less than half an hour, half a company of men arrived at the marketplace, asking about your little old apple stand, and sure enough, Jungkook had bought out the entire cart so that you were forced to help with the transaction.

The young prince had eyes frankly too big for his head, with the most prominent cupid's bow you've ever seen. His nose slightly outgrew his face and his ears were hidden away behind his short, black hair. "Now you can talk to me." He gave you a rose he'd stolen from the royal garden. "I am Jungkook, heir to the throne of--"

"I know who you are." You interrupt him, documenting His Highness' total in your calligraphy book.

With a hand perched on his chest from surprise, he scoffed. "And I happen to think you're really pretty, so I was going to ask you to be my very first consor--"

"You're 15, you have playmates not consorts."

"And how old are you?!" He's had it, raising his voice and taking a bite out of one of your apples with force.

"16, old enough to have suitors." You tease. Jungkook hangs his head a little. He just needed someone to talk to, it would seem. Reluctantly, you scribbled down your address down on a piece of note paper and handed it to him.

"Look, if you buy more of my apples, I'll have an excuse to tell my Dad so I can hang out with you." You spoke in a low voice as to not raise suspicion.

Your dad is standing negotiating with the guards about prices, his usual embarassing haggling gruffly overpowering the guards elegant twiddle-tones.

"Wonderful! See you soon, my sweet!" He resumes his confident demeanor, tucking the paper into his overcoat with a small smile. He salutes you boyishly and marches away with a year's supply of apples.

For the next week, the royal kitchen had baked 3 apple pies, made 5 fruit salads, 4 batches of apple muffins, and threw the rest of them in Sangria; that's the same Sangria as King Jeon finds himself drinking in his wife's drawing room on Sunday.

"Call Chef, fetch him up here." He waves to his assistant, keeping his eyes on the outside. He was deep in thought, his hands stoicly behind his back.

The Kingdom had been prosperous for over many years now, and war had not come close to threatening its borders in a lifetime. Negotiations were always successful, and quality of living was high. The work of a King, in a situation such as this, was to perfect the image of the royal family as strong rulers, and to paint his daughters as desirable to foreign heirs.

"Your Grace," the assistant called his attention, "Head Chef Sung." The dainty man bows and scurries off somewhere else.

Chef Sung is a portly man, who carries himself heaving with every step, his great belly inflating with each hefty inhale. He approaches the King, and kneels down to kiss his hand with his fat lips.

The King recoils in disgust, but quickly collects himself and his words. "Where are these apples from, is it France or Spain?" He demands.

"Neither, Your Highness." Mr.Sung lifts up his eyes. "They are from our Holy Kingdom; by order of Prince Jungkook, an entire cart was purchased of these apples and we have not been able to get rid of them." Tears threatened Chef Sungs eyes at the very mention of the fruit.

'Well, there's one thing the kid's done right.' King Jeon now faces the Chef, setting down his drink on a mahogany table, leaning against it casually. "Well! Good. I'd like to meet the owner of that cart, invite him to my Sunday brunch."

"Oh, yes, of course sir! You'll never see them in our kitchen aga--What?" Chef Sung takes out his handkerchief, waving it around in the air and drying his tears at once. "So you like them! Why...Yes! Yes, of course!"

Your father thought it would be valuable to have you around the kitchen, learning from the skilled men and women employed by the Jeon family. He only visited once a week to drop off fresh produce, (he'd been officially hired to handle restocking of goods) but you, after showing promising signs of being a gifted baker during one of your father's restocks, were granted scholarship by Ms.Kang to be her aid.

You were now, officially, a resident of the Jeon Estate, residing in the servant's quarters, immediately adjacent to the kitchen. This was convenient. It was far too convenient for a certain little Prince to get the idea of wanting a midnight snack and wandering downstairs.

One day, he does just that. He finds his way into the first bedroom to the right of the stairs facing the kitchen, and that happens to be your bedroom.

He pokes you awake. "Ow! Ow, whyyy~" You whine and toss yourself over to the other side of the bed. His irritating poking persists. You grab his fingers and your eyes shatter open.

You sit up, alarmed. "You could have me arrested, what the fuck are you doing?!"

"I wanted a midnight snack! Besides, I wanna talk to you." He pouts, still holding a small teddy companion.

"Fine. I'll bake you ONE sheet of cookies." You slip on your night shoes and shuffle to the kitchen, and Jungkook tags along.

By the time Jungkook's 18th birthday comes around, he's in the kitchen helping you whisk buttercream to top his cake while having a tease at the Austrian Princess' mole.

"You have one right under your lip, look!" You take a little buttercream from the bowl and stain the dark spot with it.

He licks it up and hastens to add, "it needs more sugar, lady!" as he turns to grab a puffy bag of confection sugar.

"You're impossible to please." Snatching the sugar away from him, you smirk. "You can gobble down as many sweets as you want when the ball commences. Remember, this is the year you're supposed to be keeping your eye out for a girl of a good fam--"

"Yada yada, must have hips for childbearing, yada yada yada..." He mocks the speech his mother had told him that morning when he got dressed.

"Exactly." You set your bowl aside to fix Jungkook's tie. "Yes, and that's your duty, as our heir."

You step back and examine Jungkook one more time. He'd grown so tall in the last year, his legs like spider's and he was just beginning to grow into his features. Handsome boy.

You, too, had grown into an elegant young woman. You had a poised complexion, ready-mannered and graceful. Your hands seemed out of place in your otherwise feminine frame, carrying an extra bit of girth from baking. You were 19 years old.

Marriage was becoming an uncomfortably frequent topic during your visits home, as your mother had married young, herself, she expected the same of you.

Truth be told, there were plenty of offers for your hand. You were a skilled and very esteemed individual, who had broken into thr artisinal class. But your father knew better than put a dowry on your happiness. So long as you worked, he saw no reason to marry you off just yet.

"Now, go. Your sisters must be worried sick! Go out there." You shoo him, pushing him out the door of the kitchen despite his flailing arms.

Throughout the party, you'd been carrying a platter of your own baked goods, serving them to the aristocrats attending the Princes' coming-of-age ball. Accents from all over Europe and some from Kingdoms as far East as Cyprus jubilantly engaged in artful conversation which filled the air with good spirits.

Jungkook, himself, was busy being introduced to as many women as possible, a medley of presenting duchesses, ladies, and even Princesses of your Kingdom. They were each more qualified than you'll ever be, ten-fold.

One was a Greek Princess, her hair cascaded in darling curls down her shoulders and her eyes were deep-set, her voice a flirtatious trill.

Another, a Prussian Princess', posture radiated excellency, and whose complexion sparkled like powdered snow. Jungkook greeted her warmly, pleased with her appearance.

Distracted, you tripped up your skirt and dropped the remainder of your pastries. With that, you stepped off to use the restroom.

The sound of Strauss' Rosen aus dem Süden faintly loomed in the air as you wiped tears from your waterline in the mirror. That was just the way it was, wasn't it? Princes come of age, and they find wives who they commit their lives to.

"Married men don't have friends who are girls." You say out loud, just to realize it. Jungkook was now expected to find a mate within the season, and he was, in fact, quite the eligible bachelor.

Little did you know that Jungkook had been keeping an eye out for you throughout the party, not only because you were carrying his favorite Danish pastires, but because he knew your company was his greatest comfort.

He's in the midst of greeting the Duchess of Kent when he excuses himself to go look for you. He finds your mess first, frowning as he realizes something has gone terribly wrong.

He catches you in the hallway, face puffy and shaky. He grabs your wrist to keep you from darting back to the kitchen.

"Please don't do this, it's my birthday, y/n." It's as if an unspoken rule had been broken between you, and he feels it. Something is making you uncomfortable. "Was it the girls? You told me about this, it's my duty to at least greet them and--"

"Yeah, you sure did greet the Prussian woman nicely." You speak through tears. "She's the girl you were born to be with, huh? Your birthright?"Jungkook is silent. "Every girl at that ball wants to be your wife, want to have your children. They haven't known you for a day and yet they're ready to be your bride."

You search Jungkook's eyes for any sign of coherence, hoping that he would defend against you, that he would speak up and tell you otherwise. No such argument comes.

You yank your arm from his grip and march to the kitchen to remake the pastries you spilled.

You had the job of clearing off all the tables upon the departure of the last guests. It is midnight, and the windows of the castle stream moonlight down on the carpet beneath your feet. The glow of candles soothe you as you hum the waltzes which echo in your mind. It's a brilliant evening.

The centerpieces of the tables were gardenias, lush rose-like flowers with yellow pistils.

Summer, 1809

"Jungkook, wait! You're going to make me trip!" You shout from the top of the hill.

"You've gotta come see before the sun sets! It's the only way we'll get there on time, now run!" Jungkook's speeding down the terrain towards the Sycamore tree which grew deep and wide beneath the banks of a great rushing river.

You groan and throw caution to the wind, rolling down the steep mount in your Sunday dress. Jungkook turns to watch you, a grin spreading across his handsome face. "Look at you!"

You land on your feet at the bottom and scurry off to join Jungkook under the grandfather tree, out of breath entirely. "Now, look what you made me do. You're such a boy, you know that?! Making me come out here just to see some bloody--"

Jungkook has plucked a gardenia and placed it behind your ear. "Would you shut up? We got here on time. Behold."

In all its glory, the sun bathes you in its vivacious rays, creating a feeling of heavenly bliss as it dips below the horizon. The sky blushes pink, its clouds mere whisps above you. Wind rustles the leaves of the grand tree, rousing the birds to chirp their afternoon song.

"Mom used to come here all the time with my Dad, because of these." Jungkook clasped the blooming flower in his tender hands.

After a while, he says "the bugs will come out soon, so we ought to go back," as if he's trying not to scare something away. He helps you up, and with one last look across the valley, you walk next to each other back to the East Quarters.

You take all the silverware and plates by the tub to the dish-washing station and toss all of the linen napkins into the washing machine. All you had left was to blow out the lights in leading upstairs.

"Prince! It is very late, and there are no guests left for you to entertain. What troubles you?" Jungkook's sitting on the stairs with his head in his hands, still wearing his best suit.

"I disappointed you, y/n...I didn't like any of them." He admits, lifting his head up to sulk at you. "I should have told you then, but I didn't want to make you upset!"

Did Jungkook mistake your jealousy for disappointment?

"I'm not upset because you didn't hit it off with the girls..." You sigh. A confession is due, and he's ready to hear the truth from you about how you feel about him.

"Well, the truth is, I didn't like any of the girls because I like you, y/n. But you know that, don't you?" You pause, asking him to elaborate.

"Remember when I bought all the apples because I wanted to be with you? Like...I told you that you were my consort and I kind of meant it?" He felt pathetic now, realizing that you weren't just ignoring his advances. "So you didn't friendzone me for 2 years, you actually didn't know that I liked you."

It was almost laughable, a situation you would read in one of your illegal novels which you kept tucked away in your pillow at night. "No, Kookie, I didn't." You admit to your insolence.

You can't bear to lead him on any longer. You needed to put duty over your own self interest for the sake of the kingdom, even if it shattered his hope. It was better this way.

"But, you do know that we can't ever be a thing, right? It's just silly." Your heart tightens with the words which fall out of your mouth. "It is. Nevermind what your parents would think, what would it do for your image? You're on the world's stage, Jungkook, and you're a selfish person if you think you can just throw all of your duties away to date a scum of the Earth like-- like me!" With your heart in your throat, dry your eyes with your sleeve. "And...I want to, I really really want to, more than anything else to love you, Jungkook. I love you! I...can't." Through the blur of your tears, the shapeless blob that Jungkook has become stands up.

Taking his thumb and swiping it under your eyes, he sighs. Words escaping him, he takes your trembling body against his chest and nestles his head in the crook of your neck. Your cold hands travel underneath his overcoat to hold his waist. The Princes' lips plant a gentle kiss on your neck, chaste yet deep and satisfying.

"I will not accept any bride if not you, my love." He draws back, meeting your fervid gaze. "To the world, I remain a bachelor for a few years."

"And after those years, Jungkook?" You ride your hands up to caress the man's jaw. "You will still love me after those years, and then what?"

"I don't know," he says, voice as soft as powder. "I don't know many things, y/n, that's why I need you to teach me." His palms are rubbing at your waist, beckoning you closer.

His breath quickening as you lean your body against his hold, and you figure it must be the wine he drank to calm his nerves. That was it, wasn't it? He was drunk.

"You're not drunk, are you?" Your face sours, really hoping it's not the case as you feel your body temperature rise.

"Y/N, I've only had a glass. You saw I was a wreck back there." His lips kept chasing yours in a dance you can't quite describe. "I have wanted to hold you like this since I saw you selling apples on the street. Give me the honor..." His forehead against yours and his strong hands supporting your back, he's already fucking you with his eyes.

"The pleasure of being your lover." He squeezes your waist tight with his forearms, planting brisk kisses behind your ear and breathing in your scent. He smiles against you. Your skin pebbles at his affectionate touch, purring softly as your eyes roll back in delight.

"Kookie..." You breathe, leaning on his broad chest. "Kook, the maids are wondering where I am, I have to go..." You slur, tugging at his collar.

He grunts in protest, taking your ear between his teeth and nibbling it.

"If you let me go, I'll steal some cake for you tomorrow at breakfast." If there's anything Jungkook likes more than Cream Ice, it was cake. He unravels you from his arms and nods, his eyes softening.

"Request my service tomorrow, from Ms.Kang. She's been sweet on me lately." You peck his cheek before stepping back. Your rouge has embarrassingly stained His Grace's cheek.

Jungkook bows and presses a kiss on your hand, eyes rising to meet yours. "Til' morrow, babe."

Jiyoo shakes you awake the next morning, handing you a cake and a note that reads: "Prince Jungkook has a commission he must discuss with you. Meet him at his chamber immediately."

Lacing on a simple corset over your nightgown, you try not to look too red in the face as you climb up the stairs to His Majesty's room. You'd be up there alone, as requested. The girls would absolutely start rumors based on that alone-- rumors which you realize are probably totally true. This was stuff of scandal, after all...

'There shouldn't be anything scandalous about love.' You decide as you rap on His Highness' door.

"Please enter...but only if you have my cake!" Jungkook says in his morning voice. He's so cute.

The simplicity of Jungkook's abode takes you by surprise. His bedroom is very well lit, a capital display of the flowered valley through his bay windows washed the room in gold, painting his porcelain white carpets and his cotton sheets a warm creme color. His drawers and vanity were etched in gold, with breathtaking detailing.

The Monarch himself was splayed across the bed, laying on his side casually. He held a glass in his hand, holding a white wine. He puts down his glass and sits up as your presence.

"We both know that you didn't come here as my servant." You lock the door behind you. "And I have no such commission to give you, darling." The innocence which undertones his usual speech is missing as he coaxes you towards him.

"This much I know, Your Majesty," You say, taking a bit of frosting on your index finger and smudging it on the Princes lips. His black eyes, as cunning as a viper, watch you dangerously as you push two fingers past his plush lips. He wraps his hands around your wrist and draws your hand away, his gaze fixating on you.

"Set the cake down." At his command, you carefully place the confection down on a nearby chest, feeling Jungkook's eyes on you, drawing you back towards his grip.

"Let me pull your laces apart," with your waist held by his Herculean hand, he hums "and then let me pull you apart. I want to memorize your pleasures and gratify your desires, I need it, y/n..." Your back flush against his chest and your thighs split, his hands knead into you as he litters your collar with his mark.

You gasp softly against the crook of his neck, giving into his hold of you. His hot tongue spreads under your jaw, closing into a hard kiss as his hands travel back up to undo your corset and free your tits.

One by one, his fingers pop open the buttons left on your gown until the collar hangs off-shoulder to expose your collarbone. At the sight of new skin, Jungkook's tongue darts to stain it.

His hands stagger above your breasts. "Is it okay if I touch you here?"

"Oh, Kookie, touch me everywhere~" Your hands form fists around Jungkook's shirt, beckoning him impossibly closer.

Grasping one ever so carefully, his thumb grazes your bud as he playfully bites under your ear. "ah-- ahh,"

Jungkook groans in response, he can't believe how cute you sound. Curious, he wants to hear more, so he traces your thighs and experimentally pushes up the outside your cunt.

You squirm, tensing up immediately in response. You bring your hands down to find the latch on his trousers and dip your hands below to rub him through his undergarments. He heatedly bucks up to meet your touch, a panting mess.

You face him now as he watches you ride his fingers while you grip his girth through his clothes. He takes you by the ass and places you on his prominent bulge, hips rolling into you as he hungrily kisses you, his firm hands grinding your core on his cock.

His face is a sinful red, panting under you desperately.

"I've been wanting to do this," His voice warbles through your touch, running your thumb along his underside. It's his turn to gasp. He sits up and collapses his lips into yours, softer than rose petals and his taste faintly like wine.

You place your hand on his chest, and his heart is pounding, a thin layer of sweat already forming on his honeylike complexion.

Hastily, you pull your dress over your head and lean back to allow him to familiarize himself with your stark form, a dainty chain hanging between your bosom. Jungkook bites his lips as he wriggles out of his clothing, desposing of it beside the bed.

He's giddy behind those sultry eyes, you know him well enough that he's overexcited to get inside of you. It goes straight to his cock, your playfulness as you feel up his bare shoulders and discover his abdominals, your fingers tracing his ridges with a sense of innocent wonder.

He takes your hands and looks at you in this way-- Butterflies fill your stomach instantly. Jungkook's thumbing at your pout with his intrepid fingers.

His eyes flutter when grip his base and submerge your upper body below his hips. You lick a long, thick stripe up his underside, causing his breath to hitch and his head to fall back on to the bed.

Those goddamn cupid's bow lips of his would whisper the dirtiest things under his breath, lewd thoughts that sounded completely alien coming from His Majesty's mouth, he said for you.

"Oh, such a pretty mouth~ It's so good, y/n, you swallow me so good--" he moaned like a mantra, trying to keep his hips from snapping up into you. Your hot, wet tongue wrapped around his throbbing cock was only a fantasy to him for years.

He fills your throat with his girth, his taste tantalizingly smooth. It leaves your mouth with a 'pop.' You struggle to keep your legs apart as you crawl up to kiss him.

He takes those fingers of his and slides his index and middle into you and languidly thrusts them, smirking against your lips. "Shit, you liked that, hmm..."

"Kookie...please," you whine as he squeezes your ass hard before smacking it. You yelp, the sting of his fingers radiating from your skin.

"I like it when you beg, y/n, it's so cute..." He pulls your ass up to his thighs. He's flush hard against your abdomen, already sticky with his precum and your spit. You marvel at the self control he has.

You don't finish your thought before he has his head inside of you, impaling you on his cock and stretching your entrance, hissing at how incredible it felt to have you around him.

His shaft reached pleasure points within you had yet to discover. You clench, feeling his tip brush against your cervix. "Wh... hngh," he groans, "how did you do that, do it again--" You wrap your legs around his thighs and clench around him, biting your lip. You watch as he shivers from pleasure, feeling his skin horripilate under your touch.

His thumb is softly circling above your clit as he pulls out of you carefully. He swirls back in, nestling himself inside your heat, hissing. "Ahh~ Jungkook~!" At the sound of his first name moaned out of your mouth, he groans and rolls his hips up to create messy friction. That familiar knot in your stomach tingles as he plays with the bundle of nerves buried within you.

He glances up at your ruined lips, clashing with them again as he lifts your knees up with his hands and thrusts nice and rough, making you yell with every jolt of his cock. The smell and sound of sex fills the room as he experiments with positions, laying you on all fours.

"Get your ass up for me." You obey, ever servile. You're reminded-- you're his servant. He owns your work, he owns your services, and now he wants you in the most lucrative way, he wants your soaked cunt around his imperial cock. He gets what he wants.

Jungkook's palms smack against your ass one more time, just to watch the way it jiggles for him. He smirks a little before he shoves himself into your pretty little cunt. You bury your face into the pillows in pelasure as he chases your orgasm with vigor, fingering your clitoris while you move your hips back to meet his hard thrusts.

You whine like a harlot, his cock allowing you every satisfaction as he works a head-spinning orgasm out of that cunt. "I'm gonna cum, Kookie~!" you warn as you spasm against his length, moans ripping from your throat as you coat him with your thick juices.

His hips stutter up and he just barely pulls himself completely from you as he paints your back white, a guttural groan escaping his mouth.

After a while of loud panting and scattered giggling, Jungkook reaches over for a wet cloth and cleans the both of you gingerly. You trail your hands up to caress his jaw and kiss his lips softly.

"You need to tell everyone that I had a long and extensive request for the Harvest party, that I wanted a lot of fall fruits and vegetables featured in the baked goods, make it as specific as possible and make sure that you mention that I want to meet with you again, over dinner." His labored breathing punctuate his words, as youd kisses consume him. "And..."

"And?" You cock an eyebrow, simpering.

"Doyouthinkmaybeyoucouldbringmesomemilktogowithmycake?" He mumbles, eyes glued on the bed.

"What?" (If you give a Kookie a Cookie...)

Disgruntled, he sighs and repeats: "Milk! Milk for my cake. I know it's moist cause you made it but I'm really thirsty, especially after..." His cheeks flush a cute pink. You wait for him to continue just to fluster him a little more. "Y/N, just please!" You can't ever refuse his pouty face.

Next week, Jungkook's got you pinned against the hallway wall, making out with you hungrily as his hands ride up your dress. Just across the hall, his Dad is negotiating war with Portugal over land in the West.

The next month, you have his cock buried in your throat underneath the table at an important conference about how to create jobs.

All this while the pressure for Jungkook to find a bride continues to rise as he reaches seniority, and as his father's grey hairs pronounce themselves.

Warm touches are always hidden away to the public eye, but often shared between two kindred spirits underneath the man in the moon's watchful eye. Jungkook, as he reaches his maturity, grows strong. His jaw sharpens, and his eyes darken. His hair grows long, and he gains weight. Now at the proud age of 20, Jungkook had become a man before everyone's eyes, including the eyes of foreign monarchs and their eligible bachelorettes.

One day, you're serving the Royal family at a private dinner, when the topic of marriage comes up for the first time since his birthday.

"Your mother has made friends with the mother of the Austrian Princess, and she's invited you to the cordial ball to introduce yourself to the Princess. An allyship with Austria would prove advantageous for our relations with France, so you are to make your best impression." The King wipes his mouth. Setting his fork down, he continues: "It is in the family's best interest for you to marry her, if the French Princess, Anastasie, does not present this season or the next." The Queen holds the King's hand firmly, reassuring him from his shoulder. She wears a slight frown on her face, her eyes worrisome, somber. The King hides his anxiety, as he's been accustomed to from decades of responsibility. Would this be the face of Jungkook soon?

For now, Jungkook's face is scrunching at the thought of marrying Anastasie. She's not the most delightful young woman, her imprudence ruined her enjoyment of any event. She couldn't keep an intuitive conversation about regional politics and domestic policy for the life of her. Her people were on the brink of overthrowing the aristocracy, he was sure of it.

"Yes, father," is what you hear from him before you disappear down the stairs to fetch desserts.

Jiyoo interrupts your quest for sweets with a letter, signed by His Grace. She has a naturally innocent demeanor, her cheeks rosy and her frame as delicate as a feather. "Y/N, you have another special request from His Majesty...can I ask you why you get so many of these?" She looks genuinely curious, not a single menacing thought behind those eyes.

"It's because the Prince really really loves his cake." I mean, technically it was true. Jungkook never passed up an opportunity to squeeze, smack, or dig his fingernails into your ass during your sessions.

"Oh." Jiyoo pouts. "So it's not because you're like, in love or anything?" Her eyes are glued to the floor. You were expecting this question eventually, as the other girls in the kitchen were already suspecting it. It was only a matter of time before word slipped into the girl's ears.

"As much as I enjoy the Prince's interest in my baking, it isn't my place to confess any sort of feeling for him." Your answer is straightforward enough, so Jiyoo nods and hands you the letter. Another request.

Outside the Palace, Winter came like the wind. Lakes froze over, and couples tied up their skates and danced on the ice. The trees were bare and brown, not a single leaf persisting through the chilling breath of Jack Frost.

Jungkook had left for the Winter Palace, to volunteer and raise spirits up in the North. As heir to the throne, he was to be Commander in Chief of the Royal Armed Forces, and therefore needed to undergo intensive training in order to boost morale.

You're back home, and in your wake is your father, who has now grown tangibly tired. He's been on a strict diet of warm vegetable soup for about three months, now. His eyes are sunken, but he still wears a subtle smile even during his most trying days.

Match girls make their rounds at night, you watch as the lamplighters illuminate the streets with their tall ladders and their taller peacoats. Shop windows glow warm shades of yellow and creme; inscriptions on the glass create shadows on the white snow.

"Wow. It's almost as cold as the King's heart out here." You step outside one day with a cup of tea, sneaking in a cheeky smirk. Yeah, good one.

"I heard that!" You turn towards the little voice. A child, maybe about 9 or 10 years old is pointing at you. You squint at it.

"Well, it's true..." You mumble. You have a bit of change in your pocket, so you walk towards a stand to buy a hot bun and a paper.

"Chilly today, hon...Best you take this on the house." The tenant hands you a steaming cake wrapped in a simple cloth and your paper. You stick the paper in your dress pocket and take back your change. You nod a 'thank you.'

You spill the contents of your pockets on the dining table and snatch the paper, snapping it open. Your eyes eagerly skim the headline: "Prince Jungkook Fires Up Royal Army." Below is an article detailing the happenings of His Majesty. All of it sounded very intense, the running, strategizing, first aid training...Was there anything Prince Jeon couldn't nail on the first try?

You set the paper down and pick up your now lukewarm tea. In the back of your mind you're coping with the fact that the Spring Solstice is next week, and that marks the beginning of Jungkook's last season as a Prince.

The King is ill with tuberculosis, and recovery is unlikely. If Jungkook is to marry, it is next season and that was final.

Sitting at the window of his Winter Castle study, Jungkook plays with a ring nestled between his fingers. He looks out onto the lake, as if he's trying to reach you with his gaze. His heart is tight knowing that it would be the season he chooses his bride. Actually, he'd already made up his mind long ago. If his duty was to marry, there was no way to evade such a responsibility. He had to fulfill it, despite his anxieties.

He straightens up and walks out of the hollow room with a firm step.

You awaken with the sound of horse's hooves thudding against the Earth. It is yet to be dawn, and in the distance, thunder roars mightily.

A figure wearing a long, black hood hoists itself off of the animal, tying it to a nearby post. It walks towards an obscure entrance, unknown to many staff.

Intrigued, you wrap a blanket around yourself and peek out at the stranger. His fingers are shorter than his palms, and that's when he tosses of his hood, his eyes set on you. "Y/N..."

You're bewildered by his guise, questions filling your head.

"I was horny, so I left camp" He sits down at the counter, catapulting a cookie into his mouth.

You roll your eyes. "And the guards let you?! Jungkook!" You whisper-yelled at him, readjusting your makeshift blanket-dress.

"Obviously not!" He puffed out his chest with pride. "I bribed them," he smirks.

"You're insufferable," you scoff, your eyes wandering down to observe his physique. His shirt is anything but conservative, highlighting the muscle he'd earned through laborious, sweat-inducing drills. You can feel his eyes on your face as you observe him.

"You can't hide it either," he crosses his arms. "You're standing in the kitchen with a blanket around your naked body." He flicks his tongue. He steps forward, putting a finger under your jaw so you're looking him in the eye.

Your eyes fill with lust as he speaks over your lips. "Look at yourself..." A crash is heard in the other room.

Jungkook's head darts up and in a flash, he disappears into the night.

'Fuck.' You gather your dress from the floor and shuffle back to your chamber.

The first event of the season commences with the most exaltant of spirits as friends of old greet each other with youthful smiles. Juicy exposés, enticing tales, and thoughtful greetings are exchanged in the most formal manner, and the conversation is lively; the most controversial topic of conversation, however, is the rumor that Jungkook is to marry this season.

So far, he's been to four different private residences within his own Kingdom and has been invited, by the secretary of King Louis XVII to meet their daughter. It would be an understatement to say that stakes were high for the pending King.

You were kneading your dough a little too hard thinking about it. "Not so rough, y/n!" Ms.Kang snatches the mixture from your hands. "What is up with you lately, you're so tense! It's really disrupting the kitchen's dynamic."

You shrug it off. "It's going to be hard sedating Anastasie's sweet tooth, I suppose."

"Well, you seem to be doing just fine dealing with Jungkook's addiction to cakes...She's perfect for him, really." Ms.Kang throws more flour on your kneading table and steps off. You give up on the dough, covering it with a cloth and letting it rise.

Jungkook is tapping his feet, munching on finger sandwiches as he waits on you to make an appearance.

"Dearest Prince, look, I am wearing Mediterranean violet!" A duchess shouts as she passes by him, to which he raises his eyebrows at. Another, with dark green eyes approaches and begins speaking rapidly in French at him. Frightened and undereducated, his canned response was: "Excusez-moi, Pouvez-vous répéter plus lentement s'il vous plaît," to which the duchess furrows her eyebrows before something else catches her attention, elsewhere.

Truth is, Jungkook is incredibly shaken at the thought of announcing his engagement tonight. Well, that and the fact that you had yet to pop out of the kitchen. Man, those finger sandwiches were good.

As the night progresses, Jungkook realizes that if he doesn't get up on that platform and say what he needed to say, he'd have to say it in London. Setting his fears aside, he plants himself on top of the orchestral stage and taps a champagne glass with a cheese fork. The music comes to a stop.

With conviction, he begins: "The time has come that I announce my engagement. To all of my beloved friends, who have introduced me to the most beautiful, talented, diverse, and benevolent ladies I've come to get to know over the years, I thank you from the depths of my soul." He swallows and continues, his confident voice masking his trembling. "The life of a Prince is defined by the virtues presented to him at birth. Those virtues are: duty, responsibility, grace, kindness, mercy and integrity." Here comes the part, oh shit.

"I am abdicating my throne to my Cousin, the Duke of Namseong."

Silence sweeps the room. You poke your head out to see what was going on.

"...to marry the love of my life, y/n." He points at you. Your face is cherry red, and you find yourself dropping those same Danish fucking pastries all over the carpet.

"Shit," you fall on your knees, plucking them from the ground one by one. You don't know whether to run as fast as you can or to present yourself, but your body seems to be currently doing the latter. You go along with it.

Jungkook takes your hand tenderly on the stage. "I am unable to perform my duties as King, and therefore am ineligible for the throne." His touch gives you the will to continue beside him. You feel the pure fear rushing through your love's veins, and he knows that this is the hardest thing he'll ever have to do, yet he stands by his announcement.

So, if Jungkook doesn't get to be King of this World, he at least will forever be the King of Your Heart.

But all this, of course...is all in Your, dear reader, Head.

~

a/n:

hope you enjoyed.

[jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue]

Our little love part 2 - mafia/yandere au Drabble {angst + fluff}

As always please let me know what you think, I am actually going to go to bed now my brain is angry with me for not sleeping.

It seemed the cycle was never ending, you fucking up and pissing them off, them punishing you by drowning you in their love, only letting you come up to breathe so you could swim in your own guilt and submit to them.

You wince as the victim to your latest fuck up gets another blow to his chest. Taehyung and Hobi held onto his arms as Jungkook and Jimin kick and punch the poor individual. You know not to speak, it’ll only make things worse. Temperament was a fickle thing in their lives, trust was everything, and you still had to build yours up again.

“Y/n help please,” Kai whimpers as you stood with your arms crossed looking away.

“Don’t fucking say her name,” Jungkook growled before punching your ex colleague in the face. You’re frowning, the need to beg them to stop was fighting for exit on the top of your tongue, but you bite it down and pray Kai doesn’t say another word. You know if you do as he asks they’d kill him. Your punishment was to watch silently.

Yoongi strolls up behind you, hands in his pockets before he rests his head on your shoulder, watching the display in front of you both.

“Nothing to say little love?” He whispers as your friend groans out in pain.

Please don’t kill him, you want to say, but you just shake your head in defeat. You want to believe they’re better than this, but the evidence of the contrary was never hidden from you. They showed you every side of them whether proud of it or not with bold eyes daring you to stop loving them, pushing your boundaries and morals waiting for you to snap. But the breaking point never came, you loved them, you shouldn’t and you knew it, but you did. You were completely and utterly theirs, yet still they treated you like you hadn’t seen the worst of them. Like you would run away the second you realised they were monsters, not that they would let you run far, only far enough to let you take a single breath before making you drown in them once again.

Yoongi wraps his arms around your waist, keeping an eye on your reactions. The asshole deserved it, not that they cared either way, he tried to take you away from them, that was enough.

Kai was your old partner before you took a very early retirement, what you didn’t know was that he continued the case you were working on before you left; the case of the seven men you now loved and the reason you quit said job. He had called you to meet up for old times sake and you, very naively in Yoongi’s mind, decided it was harmless. But if it was harmless why didn’t you say anything to the boys? You thought Kai didn’t know the reason you handed in your resignation, but he had been keeping an eye on you all before he realised you were the key to their downfall. He knew you harboured some feeling for him in the past and thought you’d reciprocate when he tried to flirt his way into getting his hands on the evidence you collected, he didnt know you burned it all. You lied to him and said you lost it, same difference anyway. This prompted plan b from him.

“Y/n they’re criminals,” he had said to you. “You’re a cop at heart you can’t love them.”

You floundered at his words when you realised he knew, and yet he still asked you to betray them.

“Kai I think I need to go...”

It was a mistake, you knew it then, but he followed you out onto the street and you hoped tonight the men you loved weren’t keeping an eye on you. Maybe naive was an understatement.

“Are they coercing you Y/n! Do they have something on you or are they threatening you?” He calls after you. “Because the Y/n I know would never love killers, what have they done to you?”

It was when he reached his hand out to grab your arm that your boyfriends decided to show themselves from the shadows. Which lead to the situation now, Kai beat up and bruised beyond recognition, and you forced to watch. He falls unconscious and they let him drop to the floor, you hate this side of them, it was cruel and cold but you’d never leave. They turn to face you now, their anger still present despite the last hour of releasing it onto your old partner. They don’t miss the way you’re shaking, the shallow breaths as you try and keep your tears to yourself. As much as you hate their violence, you hate their disappointment in you more.

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You’re sitting in Joonie’s lap for what you call the debriefing of your punishment, this happened way too often in your opinion. You look down but he wasn’t having it today, tilting your head to look at him by your chin.

“Why did you get punished today little love?” He starts the same way as usual.

“I went out without telling you guys where I was going or who with,” you say while fiddling with your fingers out of nervous habit.

“And?” Hobi sits across from you in a chair, legs straddling the back and an elbow rested on top with his fist holding up his face. Hobi was hardest to pacify, he was ruthless and unforgiving and while that didn’t extend to you, you still had a hard time with his stubborn anger.

“I met up with Kai, and I let him touch me,” you’ve done this too many times before to not know how it worked. Kai’s ‘touch’ obviously meant nothing to you but for them it was the worst crime anyone could commit against their little love.

You remember the time you nearly tripped in the park and a guy steadied you politely, but you still had to hold Jungkook back from throwing hands.

“Kookie would you rather I fell and hurt myself?” No he hadn’t wanted that so he grumbled in agreement still seething but you cooled it down. “Instead of hitting him maybe you should thank him,” it was a joke but it made the youngest scoff.

“Baby girl why can’t you just be good?” Namjoon’s sigh brings you back to the present. “Why do you always have to test us like this?”

You didn’t mean to, you want to say it but the words are stuck below the sob in your throat. You actually whimper as his tone, bottom lip wobbling pathetically. He hadn’t even told you off properly, but you already felt like a mess as he bathed you in his disappointment. That was the common consequence of your actions and you hated it, you couldn’t do anything right.

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“Jin do you need help with the food?” You ask your eldest boyfriend politely, he was frowning and you thought it was because today’s meal was too much for him to handle alone, his tone of voice made you realise it was because of you.

“No, I’m alright,” he doesn’t look at you as he speaks and you’re left gaping at him like a fish. Jin loved it when you cooked with him, it was your bonding time without the others, although Yoongi would join you from time to time. The others also tried but Jin wouldn’t let them anywhere near the kitchen, they hogged you enough anyway.

You feel your soul deflate, still standing there as he ignored you.

“Are you mad at me too?”

The way you said it made his heart twinge with guilt, but the others were right you wouldn’t learn and your first betrayal was still fresh on their minds. He sighs and you turn away, refusing to crying in front of them for the tenth time that day. What was wrong with you? Ever since that day where they found out who you really were you felt like you werent enough anymore, you tried so hard to make up for it all but you kept messing up. You weren’t like this before, but after seeing the hurt you put them through you were constantly on edge and second guessing yourself. You wish you could go back and stop them from ever finding out.

Jin hears the sniffle as you walk away and he can’t go through with it.

“Wait little love,” he calls for you. “I forgot to cut the onions, would you mind?”

You shake your head, you didn’t mind, but you didn’t trust your voice to answer for you. Youre grateful to Jin for giving you this task, it hides the fact you’re crying, but you know he doesn’t miss it.

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Jimin and Taehyung were giving you narrowed stern gazes through dinner, it put you off your food which resulted in getting told off by Jin just after he branched out to you in the kitchen.

You felt alone, like the seven men you loved were against you and there was no one to blame but yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you say quietly before getting up and removing yourself from the dinner table and dining room, ignoring all of their stares. You decide maybe an early night is best, you could start again fresh tomorrow. You don’t get too far up the stairs before a hand pulls you back, you turn to see Jimin with Tae a few steps behind him.

You’re so used to seeing them laugh and play around that it feels like you’re looking at different people. Even during missions or gun fights, the youngest three were always joking their way through the bloodshed, keeping scores of who got the most headshots and other grotesque games. You remember the time Jimin and Tae called you during he middle of a shoot out, arguing with you and each other over who you loved more out of the two while you begged them to not get shot or killed.

“Why did you go see him Y/n?” Jimin asked, he wore the demeanour he used for enemies and it takes you back to that night.

“I... h-he said he wanted to see me to catch up,” you explain but you know it’ll fall on deaf ears.

“And you thought that was a good idea, to see your old cop buddy?” His tone makes you feel stupid, you weren’t stupid.

“He was my friend Jimin,” you say in disbelief, you know in the end it was a mistake but at the time it didn’t seem like the worst idea in the world.

“You’re ours,” Taehyung moved forward, towering over you even though he’s a step below you. His face is close to your own, eyes burning into yours as he looks disgusted at the words that left your mouth as if they’re still attached to you. “How do you think we felt when you went to see another detective? Do you have any idea what was going through our heads?”

“Tae I love you,” you lean away from him, searching his face for a hint of softness and love in his gaze, but there was only fire. “You know I wouldn’t, you all know I wouldn’t, I left that life for you why would I turn back to it?”

He stalks away from you without a word, Jimin close behind, giving you a final cold glance before leaving you alone. You thought your love could make them better but if anything you made their darkness worse.

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Jungkook needed to vent, the only way he knew how was physically. Obviously it wasn’t the cleverest thing he’s done, taking rounds with the punching bag only to open up the cuts on his hand from beating the bastard earlier. He mutters a few curse words under his breath, why did you make matters worse? Maybe they were being harsh on you before today, finding any excuse to punish you a little, test your boundaries and see if you would run, but today they honestly feared that was what happened. They thought you chose to leave them and go back to the life you had before them, but they’d never let you go, they couldn’t let you go. Despite everything you loved them and they worshipped the ground you walked on. You were everything for them now, there’s be no point to any of them without you. Why didn’t you understand that?

He throws another punch to the bag, spreading his blood across them, it hurt like hell, but the thought of you running back to your old partner still played on all of their minds. He wanted to cry, he wanted to find you and beg you to never leave them, they’d be nothing without you.

There’s a knock on the door and he finds you on the other side, waiting for permission to come in. You never waited for permission, it makes him frown, maybe they were too harsh on you today. He could see you shuffling your weight, insecurity screaming through your eyes, you feared his rejection more than his anger.

He notices the first aid kit in your hand, you must’ve heard him. He doesn’t let the fluttering in his chest reach his face as he sits on the bench, waiting for you to come to him.

His gaze is expectant, daring you to cross the threshold and face him, you were no coward, you didn’t fear them the way others did, why were you behaving so meekly now? You force yourself to move and sit beside him, setting the kit down and pushing your hair back behind your ears. He doesn’t move his gaze away from you, even with the sweat and hair hanging in front of his face.

You carefully take a his hand into yours, sucking air between your teeth at how injured it was.

“I’m sorry you hurt yourself because of me,” you say, eyes on his bloodied knuckle as you press the ointment against the open wounds. “Are you sure you want me to stay, I keep hurting you...”

You try to sound like you’re joking, that you’re okay and the hurt isn’t weighing you down with your doubts. He frowns, they really did take it too far. He sets down the cotton wool from your grasp, taking both of hands into his before kissing each finger delicately without letting you look away.

“You’re perfect little love,” Jungkook says, reassuring you with no question in his voice. “We’re the ones who don’t deserve you, we’re mean and cruel but we’re never letting you go.”

You remember how loving they were before that night, maybe while they accepted the truth at face value they could never really forgive you in their hearts. Maybe that’s why they were being like this, they didn’t love you the same way anymore.

“Do you love me?” You had to know, the doubt was eating you alive.

He looks at you as if you’re insane, maybe you are, you don’t know anymore.

“Little love, don’t you see how much we love you?” He asks sincerely. “We would do anything for that love even if it made you hate us, you belong with us, and no one is going to take you away.”

You could see the crazed look in his face grow as he spoke, you believed him, the honestly worn like a heart on a sleeve. But his answer bought a wave clarity to your hazed vision, you made them like this, you made them worse, you had to leave.

[sketchygainedyoursoul]

Tokyo Soul summary ep 1 bc i cant rn

@paranoidpug frick you but there's a third series just called "Yandere" and the thumbnail is grian sam and taurtis as children so do with that what you will

anyway lads so to those of you who don't know my good friend Pug sacrificed her sanity for a good smarru of samgladiator's infamous yhs series. And her sanity, despite rumors of grian angst in the sequel series Tokyo Soul, could not handle anymore. So she requested for someone else to take up the mantle.

So i volunteered. Anyway here we go

Parts 2/3/4/5

Tokyo Soul e1: New beginnings

"you are now sitting" okay

Taurtis: *snoring and clearly sleeping* Sam: I think he has a serious problem *slaps him awake* Taurtis: hwhheugwauhway? Same: you had like, a sleeping condition

Why did Taurtis think they were going to disney land nooo ;w;

Sam: I know big cities kinda scare you so that's why i didn't tell you we were going to tokyo Taurtis: is there going to be lots of people? Sam: yes

what the shit sam stop scaring Taurtis with the concept of big cities

Taurtis: *wants to go home* Sam: we can't go home because were in witness protection YA GOOF

sam stop making fun of taurtis' chin

lads i need to slow down we're not even two minutes in

SUHSIWUSHI

SAM WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CNA'T READ JAPANESE YOU'VE LIVED THERE YOUR WHOLE LIFE MAYBE

Sam: I'm not japanese! Tautris: you live in japan! See? taurtis gets it

sam what the fuck is that accent i'm sobbing

me, who didn't watch yhs: *tearing up the room* WHERE'S GRIAN

Dom is so far the best character and he's had like three lines

please their fake accents are making me so uncomfortable ;w;w;w;w;

"<Old_Kurokuma> mm fresh meat..." WHAT

oh

oh my god dom stop flirting with the old guy ;w;

IS DOM GETTING SEXUALLY HARRASED WHAT

also sorry Pug i know you want Grian angst but Dom is my new favorite character also I haven't seen Grian yet sadly

oh so Taurtis can't read japanese but he can speak it? got it

IgbarVonSquid is mvp he knows where the sushiwushi is

Sam, based off of what i know from Yhs, please, leave the dumpsters alone. no matter how great they look

Sam nobody wants to go into your dark alley just go follow IgbarVonSquid to your sushiwushi

istg the old man is literally an scp

Sam, who was the one who coerced Taurtis to go back into the alley despite Taurtis just wanting sushiwushi: "why'd you make me come back here Taurtis?"

why are they burning money this is some real anticapitalist shit right here

OH MY GOD THEY'RE BEING OFFERED SUGAR

OH MY GOD THEY'RE ON FIRE

Dom, when on fire: stop drop and rick roll

sam don't steal the fucking bike

Igbar is biggest brain

dom is top ten road crosser

Sam and Taurtis: Is the car parked or is it moving really slow? IgbarVonSquid: what the fuck is even happenign

halfway through the episode and finally they are at sushiwushi

Sam: Here's a moneys Taurtis: you didn't have to pay him

Sam: you gonna sit in it? Taurtis: I FORGOT HOW TO SIT SAM

why for fucks sake did taurtis bring a mountain dew and sam bring snacks to a fnacy resturaunt ;w;

when will they stop antagonizing the waitress it never ends

Taurtis: no don't order the pufferfish they might be pete's children! Sam: i would like all the pufferfish please :)

OH NO THE WAITRESS SAID FOR PETE TO GET BACK IN THE KITCHEN I STG

Taurtis: I kinda have a trigger when i see girls with knives (write that down write that down) Sam: *laughs* oh yeah

oh my god the old guy is back i hope this doesn't become a running joke

Sam: should we go complain about our food nto being ready? Me: i'ts been five minutes ;w;

Taurtis has raised dead fish? alright then

Sam don't eat a stranger's sushi wtfff

Okami gave sam a phone and did not give taurtis one remember this is coming from sam do not trust it

KIYU ARRIVES

DONT PRANK SOCILA WOKRERS (i think she's a social worker? might just be a student idk) SAM WTFF

oh my god now they're re doing it bc taurtis didn't record ;w;

it wasn't even that funny

yeah probably someone with the witness protection program at least

oh my god sam why aren't you paying you have 31 dollar wtf AND THE WIATRESS HAS A KNIFE WHY ARE YOU TORMENTING KIYU LIKE THIS

god bless kiyu

Sam: my phone Taurtis: our phone Russian anthem: *begins*

okay wtf was that ending? no sign, no end card, no nothing, just Kiyu ending her scentence and then the video restarting???

Pug you should know that Taurtis is treating Sam like they are good chummy old buddy pals once more, and i don't know if that was occuring at the end of last series because i did not watch it, so keep that in mind. Also, Grian dissapeared. He may have gone back to britain, I do not know.

Also, lads, if you haven't noticed, my way of doing reviews is a sort of live reaction per episode, but this whole thing is new, so i don't really know how to do this, and there are 85 episodes, so things are subject to change.

anyway, seeya maybe in an hour depending on Carl's decision of what i do next lol