I’m in college. I’m building a life for myself. I have plans; and a future; and things that I want and none of those things
involve you. Okay. None of them.
I see. No you don’t. Because… Yes, I cover our connection with hostility, because yes, I hate myself for the truth. So if you promise to walk away…like you said, and never come back. Then yes…I will be h o n e s t with y o u. I will be h o n e st with y o u about what I w a n t. (insp.)
-im not going to complete the rest of that sentence because
-h i g h s c h o o l i s s h i t
-well…not for everyone
-yeah actually for everyone
-what made this slightly better
-was the fact that you had a crush on this kid called jihoon
-small adorable and so cute
-did i mention small adorable and cute yeah i just did
-just wanna one cement that in ya brains
-jihoon=cute adorable small kid
-but apart from being cute
-he was savage af too
-so one time this kid was picking on him
-and so he just
-”you know i thought it was impossible to see someone with little brain capacity…to actually be able to talk to me….but i guess you proved that wrong”
-”what did you say?”
-”im going to say this very slowly so you can understand……you’re dumb”
-if anyone gets that reference i love you
-you somehow found a friend in Jihoon
-in science class you two were put together on a table
-and you two instantly connected
-comic books are a fundamental way to keep a friendship
-and to start one too
-everything was going great actually!
-out of class you two would high five each other
-the high fives would become more complex as the days rolled over
-the teachers got really tired of it
-”mr lee and miss y/l/n please get t o c l a s s a l r e a d y”
-ah the good thing about being friends with Jihoon is that
-the little crush you got on him became bigger
-bad news it looks like he had eyes for another girl
-that was about to change though,,,,,
-OBLIGATORY SCIENCE ESSAY BUT YOU HAVE TO DO IT IN PAIRS
-so because you and jihoon were sitting next to each other
-it was only right to make you two a pair
-the science essay you were given was on cars and catalytic converters and particles and how not to run in the middle of a road on a motorway even though you were so close to doing that anyways and stuff
-something you both hated
-w h y c o u l d n ‘ t y o u t w o g e t t h e e s s a y o n s u g a r
-because every time jihoon looked at you
-he was sure that you were giving him a hypothetical form of diabetes cause boIIII
-you were so sweet to him and he thought you looked sweet too
-so out of the blue he asked if you two could work on it at your place
-so of course you said yeah
-you had to get your parents out the house
-luckily they were on a holiday
-so the day came
-but….he was a little late
-5 hours late
-you didn’t mind though
-”just a question why are you so late???”
-”oh yeah i was doing the essay”
-”lee jihoon say w h a t”
-”yeah…i know you wanted to do this together…but we technically did……well the notes yeah but…yeah”
-you noticed that he was saying yeah a lot
-was he….nervous? for something?
-who fuckin knew
-yeah i do
-lemme say this slowly
-like proper crush
-you two went up to your room
-and you were just sitting at your desk
-when mr lee
-pulled up a chair
-sat beside you
-and placed his head on your shoulder
-looking over your work
-but then again
-”hey your hair smells nice”
-”hmm? oh thanks??”
-and all of a sudden he just started to nuzzle into your neck like a cat would and he was smiling
-conflicted but blushing like mad
-like you know how people in anime..when they’re embarrassed or something sometimes their head comically explode?
-that was you half the time he was there
-in retaliation to his little nuzzle thing
-your other hand reached up and just stroked his face
-and out of the blue he just held it there with his hand
-it was so quiet
-but peaceful and nice
-after a while he walked over to your bed and sat down
-”why don’t you take a break?”
-”yeah in a minute lemme just finish this sentence…i’m nearly done anyways so i might as well complete it..”
-cue the cutest fucking pout in history
-it was like he needed to tell you something but you know
-you weren’t the studious type but whenever you had the urge to do something
-you were going to fucking complete it
-and so you did
-by 11 you were finished and wanted to die!! YAY
-when you finished you flopped onto your bed
-but when you did
-jihoon moved over to where you were
-placing your head on his lap
-you on the outside: Σ(･ω･ﾉ)ﾉ！
-you on the inside: Σ(✧ω✧ﾉ)ﾉ！
-oh boy were you taken back by this little action
-you didn’t question any of his actions actually
-so you just let it slide
-”hey wanna hear a really bad pun?”
-”did you hear what the grater said to the mozzarella after going on a date?”
-”what did it say?”
-”I know it’s cheesy but I feel grate.”
-”wow that was bad…i have an even worse one.”
-”alright the stage is yours!”
-”roses are red..”
-”violet’s aren’t blue”
-”they’re fucking violet…as in the colour violet…”
-oh ok back on
-”i don’t know where this is going so here i go i like you…? a lot…?”
-n a n i
-n a n I
-n a N I
-n A N I
-N A N I
-N A N I
-ok calm down y/n this must be a cute lil joke
-”…..was there a punchline to that pun…is it there….or am i just not getting the joke overall?”
-”….it wasn’t a joke”
-N A N I
-you sit up to look at him
-he being serious
-y/n just say it if he said it
-ok you were just going to straight up say hey i like you can i kiss you now but no
-you sassy too
-”alright i have one more…”
-”why did i cross the road?”
-”i dunno why did you cross the road”
-”to get to the person who stole my heart”
-”hi can i have my heart back”
-a smile appeared on his lips
-he hid his face and fell back
-you just laughed because 1. you just confessed that you liked him too
-and 2. you didn’t know where that came from but that was SMOO T H
-when will i ever do that to me crush
-he really couldn’t get over how smooth you were
-he then replied with a brazen
-”if you want your heart back then come over here”
-now….he was being the greasy smooth one
-so you moved up
-you moved closer
-”and again come on”
-smart fuckin mouth
-you did again
-you were quiet closer to him
-and your cheeks just radiated light and colour
-as in you looked like you just put a fuck tonne of blusher and highlighter on your cheeks
-”liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittle bit closer?”
-oh come on you were pretty much face to face and your torsos were nearly in contact how closer do you want y/n to be?!
-you moved just that little bit closer
-and all you could hear was jihoon saying
-wam bam hot diggidy damn
-pulled you closer
-the kiss was pretty long
-and after you realised what he was doing you kissed back
-aww high school sweethearts
-you’re now dating a super high school level smart mouth who actually loves you bless up
INTP: ding dong, it’s the outside world ESFP: [how about s u n r i s e l a n d] ISFP: and the royal palace became such a dream world of art that they really didnt give a shit about running the country ESTP: [h i r e a s a m u r a i] INFP: [n o w t h e r e s m o r e a r t] ESFJ: [open the country. stop having it be closed.] ENFP: “that sucks” they said “this sucks!!!!” ISTP: and japan says “can you maybe chill” and russia says “how about maybe you chill” ENTJ: p l e a s e r e s p e c t u s o r w e m i g h t i n v a d e y o u a s w e l l ISTJ: [i t s t i m e f o r w o r l d w a r 1] ISFJ: [n o] said everybody, quieter this time INFJ: the shogun didnt actually care he was off somewhere doing poetry ESFJ: [t h e l e a g u e o f n a t i o n s] whos mission statement is to try not to take over the world ENTP: h o w b o u t i d o a n y w a y ENFJ: and the united states started helping britain because they’re [g o o d f r i e n d s] and not helping japan because [t h e i r f r i e n d s a n d o u r f r i e n d s a r e n o t f r i e n d s] INTJ: “and now i’m going to invade korea, and then hopefully china”, he said, and failed. and also died.
How would the Oda Forces + the Uesugi-Takeda Forces be as fathers??
Right, I’m going to do my best with this one… but I have to warn you, like I mentioned in my rules and the guidance post when I first started doing asks, me and children, as well as me and marriage, do not mix well at all.
This is probably the only real area of life writing that I struggle to get my head around and think about without feeling uncomfortable, so I’m going to do what I can, but it’s unfortunately not going to be as detailed as my normal answers. Sorry, honey! I hope it’s good enough for you anyway!
Also I’m ignoring the fact that all of the warlords would have needed to have a boy to take over as head of the family/clan, and so if you want to be historically accurate, just add in a boy where I haven’t mentioned one ;)
Oda Forces (Azuchi Castle)
I can see him having twin girls.
And I also see them as being absolutely spoilt while also the most sheltered kids ever.
Because, like, Hideyoshi would be more of a mother than you would be.
I’m not kidding.
Any time he’s not working or occupied with something, he’s with the kids, usually playing with them or teaching them to do things because he wants them to be able to do anything they want and he also low-key arranges all of their meals so they’ll grow up strong.
AND HE’S SO PROTECTIVE LIKE DEAR LORD HELP THESE KIDS WHEN THEY END UP STARTING TO HAVE RELATIONSHIPS BECAUSE HE WILL G L A R E T H E I R C R U S H E S I N T O T H E L O W E S T L A Y E R O F H E LL.
Additionally, these girls may or may not grow up in the full, genuine belief that Nobunaga is god.
He doesn’t ever tell them he’s not tho and he ends up passing out one day when Hideyoshi goes off to do some renaissance and the girls come to him and prAY TO HIM TO MAKE SURE HE COMES BACK SAFE AND YOU ARE SO PISSED AT HIM.
… but he’s unconscious so you just draw a face on him and take off with the girls.
He makes sure that they can both protect themselves though, and while he does try to shield them from the reality of the world, he tells them the important things so they can keep themselves safe.
He also uses the other warlords as examples of “good” and “bad” people to be like.
Be like Nobunaga and Mitsunari.
… don’t be like the rest of them…? Fuck need more role models.
Also: Hideyoshi braiding their hair.
ALSO: THE KIDS BRAIDING HIDEYOSHI’S HAIR.
One boy and one girl for him~
He acts like he doesn’t care about them but he’s honestly the most guarded, untrusting and protective parent ever.
He’s worse than Hideyoshi.
The kids never leave his or your side because if they do he will raise all hell.
Well, sometimes at least.
Ieyasu’s quite chill but you’re quite bouncy, and it works out that the girl ends up being more like Ieyasu and the boy like you.
Basically, you chase him around the manor 24/7 while Ieyasu just chills with the girl, both wondering what the hell is wrong with you two.
But when the girl’s younger, she basically lives on Ieyasu’s hip, and he doesn’t have any shame in carrying her all the time even though he grumbles that she needs to start walking more.
She’s just lazy like him
He also lets her play with his hair because the floofiness fascinates her.
He blushes when this happens because he secretly finds it cute.
He teaches both kids how to fight and by the time they’re 10 they’re basically ninjas.
But then Ieyasu learns the true meaning of regret as a result of this when they become teenagers and just wReAk HaVoC oN tHe MaNoR bEcAuSe ThEy KnOw ThEy CaN oUtRuN/cLiMb HiM bEcAuSe He’S oLd NoW :DDDDDD
But he’s low-key proud of them tho and ends up smirking or laughing every time once you’ve run after them/resigned yourself and gone to have a nap instead.
He will legitimately interrogate and have any potential boyfriends or girlfriends go through bloody psychometric and physical fitness tests before he even lets them go on a date with his kids.
Also they both end up obsessed with spicy food.
Ieyasu prays they’re never in a situation where there’s just bland food because he knows they’d both just starve themselves instead.
Masamune as a parent?
I’M SNORTING THIS IS HILARIOUS.
HE’D BE MORE CHILDISH THAN THE DAMN KIDS.
Two boys. Two baby boys for Masamune.
Masamune is the type of person who, in the modern world, does a smack cam on their kid and films it to get views on YouTube.
As such, I fully believe that he would spend his life playing tricks on his kids.
You tell him to “occupy” them while you have a nap because you’re tired as shit and have been working as well as looking after them, and he’s done like two things throughout the whole day so he owes you a shit-ton.
Expect him to do something productive with two male toddlers?
Prepare for the crushing, defeating blow of disappointment, dear reader.
What does he do?
HE TAKES YOUR PRECIOUS RED PAINT, PAINTS IT OVER HIS RIGHT EYELID NO LESS THAN EIGHT TIMES TO GET IT TO LOOK LIKE BLOOD THAT’S CONGEALED AND DRIED, THEN SMEARS MORE ON HIS FACE AND THROAT.
“My eye… my eye… it just… just fell out… kids, help me… my eye… it should be on the floor somewhere…”
That is the day Masamune goes deaf from the horrified screams of his children, and then subsequently dies when you’re woken from your precious sleep by said dream and beat him to death with nothing more than a conveniently nearby slipper.
In all seriousness, he’s pretty protective, but less seriously so than Ieyasu.
He also makes sure both of them are taught how to fight young, so they’ll be skilled by the time they’re old enough to potentially help out and fight if they’re really needed to.
He will end any boyfriend or girlfriend that do his kids wrong. Be afraid if they’re in the slightest unhappy and Masamune finds out.
And be very, very, very afraid when both boys turn into teenagers, and still-basically-infantile Masamune teaches them the trade of being the biggest tease/pain in the arse/troublemaker in the world.
Until they try alcohol and he regrets every decision he’s ever made.
I actually just see him having one child, and a girl, much to my own surprise.
He’s very chill with her, and very subtly protective.
He adores her though, like he loves her so much and it’s actually the sweetest thing ever because he tries to hide it at least a bit but it’s so obvious.
Even if he’s got important things to do the next day and needs sleep, he insists on taking care of her if she wakes up in the night so you can get a proper sleep.
When she’s older, he spends every free moment he has with her, usually playing Go, Shogi or Gomoku, or taking her out into Azuchi to expose her to the world as early as possible.
As a result, she ends up being so curious and inquisitive, but also really well spoken and it’s so impressive.
He’s so fucking smug that he can have a fully-fledged conversation with his four year old <3
He always takes her to his favourite tea room and she’s obsessed with the dumplings by the time she’s three.
She’s so smart though, like wow she’s brilliant.
If anyone ever tried to use her, she’d have them sussed so fast, and even if they managed to make her believe them, Mitsuhide would be on it and would have it worked out pronto instead.
He’d also probably kill and/or torture them but that’s beside the point.
He’d just be an amazing dad because he’d give her absolute indpendence and freedom, but she’d know that as soon as she needed him, he’d be there in an instant and ready to do anything she needed.
It just melts you because he’s so adorable and thoughtful and misunderstood and it makes your heart go yay <3
Also he teaches her how to fight and she is just beautifully terrifying by the time she’s in her teens.
A boy and a girl for Mitsu #2!
… and they’re both, ultimately, going to be absolute geniuses.
Like, they’re on the same level as Mitsuhide’s daighter and would legit be rivals in their later life.
But Mitsunari is that really kind, soft-spoken sort of dad who’d just adore both his kids and be so devoted to them.
At the same time though he’s dead serious about them and his dark side would come out to play if anyone even consdered screwing around with them.
Constant games of Go, chess and other strategy stuff. If there’s a spare moment, out come the boards. Mitsunari and his daughter play Go, he and his son play Shogi and the daughter and son play Gomoku at the same time.
It’s so, so intense, and you just watch them all, occasionally forcing them to eat, while they have this weird tripartite battle of strategy.
He lets them win sometimes if they’re feeling down and they really hate him for it but he does it anyway.
He makes sure to raise the two to be kind and considerate, making them thoughtful of others and aware of the people around them.
He’s such a good role model though.
Actually maybe not.
Because they end up picking up his habit of focusing so hard they forget to take care of themselves and it’s genuinely the one and only grudge you hold against him.
Like Mitsunari they’ve been studying for seven hours and have not moved an inch between them fix your damn mistake.
He gets scared when this happens and sort of coaxes or drags them outside and has a little sparring match with them both.
They love reading so much as well though.
Oh, did I mention he’s that beautiful dad that reads to his kids at any time of day with them sat on his knee?
IF THEY ASK HIM TO READ TO THEM LATER ON, HE WILL GO TO THE LOWEST LAYER OF HELL AND BOUNCE BACK SO HE CAN DO IT FOR THEM.
God bless Mitsunari. *Amen*
You thought it was bad enough having one Nobunaga around?
He has one son, and he may as well be the carbon copy of Nobunaga.
It’s honestly mortifying.
Even from when he’s a baby, Nobunaga will make the odd comment to him, sitting him on his hip and declaring, “If something stands in the way of you and your goal, you must obliterate it and achieve what you set out to complete.”
And you’re just like “Nobunaga, no. Stop. Don’t turn my son into a lunatic.”
Nobun’s offended at that.
He sort of gasps quietly and makes a face.
Like he’s actually hurt that you’d call him that.
But then you tell him he’s not that sensitive and take your son elsewhere, and Nobunaga just laughs to himself because you’re not wrong.
THIS BOY WILL BE ABSOLUTELY FORMIDABLE IN FIGHTING.
D O N O T A T T E M P T T O F I G H T H I M.
A T A N Y P O I N T.
E V E R.
He will literally just kick your arse to Mongolia because Nobunaga teaches him how to fight himself right from childhood and it’s like it just is in Oda blood to be dangerous as all hell.
You don’t even try to stop them from training because you know they’ll just sulk and then do it in the middle of the night.
Life is stressful for you.
But Nobunaga also drills everything he’s learned from you into his son, like how to treat women properly or not talk about people like they’re matchsticks the fact that he’s allowed to have happiness even if he’s done bad things.
Your son also proclaims himself the “Devil Prince of the 6th Heaven” and Nobunaga is so fucking proud of him for it.
The latter also declares that you’re the “Devil Queen of the 6th Heaven”.
He gets slapped.
But when you’re not listening they’re low-key buzzing because the family is just on-point and so powerful and they love it.
(Since he’d be like eighteen in the 1600s.)
Uesugi-Takeda Forces (Kasugayama Castle)
Two boys and a girl and I will not budge from this no matter what you say to me.
His upbringing is strict, but at the same time it’s not.
Like, by this point he’s changed because of you, so his outlook is pretty different.
But he’s still himself in essence, and that does show in his parenting.
He’s so damn protective of them.
I mean, he regularly reminds them, not even just telling them once, but reminds them every now and again that if anyone causes them grief, they’re to tell him, so he can deal with them appropriately (which usually means frighten to the point of half-death or just outright kill).
But with them himself, he’s actually quite sweet and soft.
On rare days when he can spend times with them, in the mornings, he’ll often let them ll climb on top of him and rest for a while on his chest, whether you’re still asleep next to him or have gotten up already.
It just makes him feel calm, having them all so close and being able to feel them there with him.
He makes sure all of them can fight, and especially focuses on making sure the girl can protect herself, since at this time women were very much targeted for numerous reasons.
His kids are very obedient, since he’s not tolerant of disobedience at all, but by the time they’re teenagers there’s really no need to scold them because they’re quite mature from their upbringing.
He makes a point of telling them to support and protect each other, and as a result of your influence on him, makes sure to emphasise the importance of knowing that they should be able to seek out emotional and mental support from each other as well as him and you.
You’re so fecking proud of him and how he’s learned to move on from the way he was at his worst, to now become someone like this.
But because of this, the kids are so, so close, and have each other’s backs all the time.
The girl is the youngest, and the two boys are always with her even in adolescence, having sworn to protect their little sister forever.
Kenshin almost cries when he overhears this and has to punch a tree to make himself stop.
BONUS: Kenshin learns that “Nada” is “Nothing” in Portuguese and then teaches the kids that Nobunaga’s real name that he never tells anyone is “Nobunada” and they genuinely think it’s his name.
There’s a truce eventually, and when Nobunaga finally meets the kids, Kenshin just smirks so much and looks so smug, and Nobunaga’s so suspicious but then suddenly, there’s just this trio of,
S A Y G O O D B Y E T O T H E F U C K I N G T R U C E T H E N
(I didn’t know whether I was supposed to write him as a father in the Sengoku era or modern era, and I got confused…? So I’m just writing it in the modern world since I don’t think he’d stay and have a family in the Sengoku.)
One boy for the ninja~ and his name would be Yukimura because Sasuke was named after the was-there-but-wasn’t-there-properly ninja Sasuke and he’d name it after Yuki and no one can tell me otherwise…
Considering that Sasuke is from the modern world, his upbringing of his kid is considerably more… objectively healthy.
He’s back in the modern world when you two have his son, but raising him after living in the Sengoku feels llike a blessing.
Books. History. Knowledge. THE SENGOKU. EVERY WARLORD THERE EVER WAS.
THIS KID WILL BE EATING THIS FOR BREAKFAST I’M NOT EVEN JOKING.
But he grows up with it and sees how much Sasuke loves it and ends up loving it himself anyway.
Which almost makes Sasuke cry he’s so happy <3 #ProudParent
He would always nickname his son as “Yuki” and ends up basically nullifying his full name by the time he’s five.
Sorry not sorry~
(You’re not amused.)
He makes sure to always explain how important history is and how we learn from it when something historical comes up, so Yuki (n’aw) ends up so well informed it’s actually kind of frightening.
He’s talking about politics when he’s eleven and it genuinely frightens you a little.
Yuki ends up finding out that Sasuke has ninja skills, though, and that signals the end of the latter’s life.
“Dad, teach me to be a ninja!”
“Dad, show me how you can climb the side of the house again!”
“Dad, show my friends how you can do backflips!”
He regrets his life choices. A lot.
One boy and one girl for Shingen as well!
This one is just the best dad ever, hands down.
He’s that dad, with the dad jokes, the one who’s constantly pampering and spoiling his kids and chatting with other mothers and fathers about their kids being the most beautiful/smart/athletic/sassy/witty etc.
He’s so proud. Oh my God, nearly everything that comes out of this man’s mouth after you give birth to the first is just children.
He spends every waking moment possible with them around work, and is careful not to expose them too much to the harsh reality of the world until he thinks they’re ready for it.
When they ask him to teach them to fight, though, he nearly passes out with hearts in his eyes because he thinks it’s so cute.
AND THEN HE’S TEACHING THEM TO FIGHT AND THEY BOTH GIVE HIM THESE TINY LITTLE GODDAMN PUNCHES ON HIS SHOULDERS WHEN HE KNEELS DOWN AND HE FUCKING MAY AS WELL HAVE BEEN SHOT.
HE JUST COLLAPSES AND FOLDS BACK AND YOU WALK OUTSIDE JUST AS IT HAPPENS.
YOU ARE S H O O K E T H THINKING HE’S BEEN ATTACKED.
But then they’re both climbing all over him and screaming in delight saying they’re so strong, and he’s feigning death while “choking” out that they’re both so strong and such amazing warriors.
You dismiss the fact that they’re learning how to kill people at six and just melt because 6′1″ Shingen being toppled by two toddlers is just tear-jerking.
He always lets them sleep with the two of you and they sleep on his chest without fail, but he always keeps an arm around you as well.
Having you all together at night makes it so much easier to sleep because he feels so much safer.
When they’re older, he’s so supportive of them and helps them with absolutely anything if they need it.
You tell him off if he treats either of them differently because of them being the opposite sex, and because of this they both end up so capable but friendly and charismatic but kind and it’s stunning.
But he insists on calling you “Queen” as well as “Angel”, the girl “Princess” and the boy “Prince”, ever since he hears the words from Portuguese visitors.
One boy for Yukimura~ and ofc he’d be called Sasuke what else would he be named…?
As much as he’s an awkward sweet potato with people, he’s shockingly good with his own kid.
And he adores him. He doesn’t ever say it outright, but he loves him to bits and just feels so happy every time he looks at him.
From the get-go, he’s making sure he’s learning how to fight and become stronger, so he can protect himself and the people he loves like Yukimura wants to be able to.
He just sits there cross-legged, holding his hands up, while the tiny boy punches at his hands.
And Yukimura is just so adorable while it happens.
He ends up smiling because “Sasuke” is smiling and then Sasuke giggles and Yukimura ends up snorting which makes Sasuke scream with laughter so Yukimura ends up hunched over nearly sobbing and low-key suffocating from howling so hard.
You end up in tears yourself, it’s so cute.
Also you’re crying laughing but more because Sasuke is now punching Yukimura’s head.
Sasuke ends up growing up a lot smoother than his dad thanks to you.
You’re that used to awkward pick-up lines and Yukimura being a stuttering mess that you’re able to use him as a role model.
A role model of what-not-to-do-to-flatter-or-impress-someone-and-how-not-to-offend-someone.
Yukimura likes to take you all away when he gets the chance, and you’ll stay in this small house in the woods for a little holiday and do things like hunting and exploring together because both of them like to be constantly doing stuff.
They basically carry you between them.
You don’t have the energy for this.
But you all come back at the end of the days shattered, and Yukimura plonks down on the floor in front of the fire when it’s lit, and then you and Sasuke lie with him and you all just fall asleep together.
You wanna know what PISSES me off
C L A Y
W A S
T H E
O N L Y
O N E
T H E
T A P E S
T H A T
C A R E D
Clay took time to listen to the tapes because it was too hard to difficult to hear not only the person he loved, but someone who he cared for deeply talk about why. Clay couldn’t find out why he was there it made him feel horrible…BECAUSE HE JUST WANTED HER TO BE HAPPY AND HE NEVER TRIED TO HURT HER.
Clay already lost somebody JEFF and that was for the most part and accident AND it hurt him BUT HANNAH FUCKING DESTROYED HIM
CLAY WOULD’VE DONE WHAT EVER HE COULD’VE IF HE KNEW BUT BECAUSE HE WAS TOO SCARED OF HIS FEELINGS AND DIDN’T WANT TO HURT HANNAH LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. HE LEFT…BECAUSE…SHE SAID TO.
AND IT’S SOO FUCKING SAD
NOT HER FIRST KISS
NOT HER FIRST NEW FRIEND
NOT HER FIRST NEW GUY FRIEND
NOT THE GIRL SHE KISSED
NOT THE BOY WHO WANTED HER
NOT THE GIRL WHO SAID SHE WOULD CALL
NOT THE BOY WHO FUCKING STALKED HER OUT OF L O V E
NOT THE GUY WHO SAID I DIDNT HEAR NO
NOT THE TEACHER WHO COULD’VE STOPPED IT
NOT THE BOY WHO DIDN’T UNDERSTAND HOW TO TREAT HER
NOT THE BOY SHE TOLD EVERYTHING TO
THEY LISTENED MORE THAN ONCE MAYBE IN A NIGHT
BECAUSE THEY DIDN’T CARE
THEY JUST WANTED TO KNOW WHY THEY WERE THERE AND WHO ELSE WOULD KNOW
THEY DIDN’T CARE THAT
T H E Y F U C K I N G K I L L E D H E R
“I feel like a dumb college girl that you started fucking because you were bored with your wife and I made it extremely convenient for you. You could go home to Amy and eat dinner with her and play around in your little bar that you bought with her money, then you could meet me at your dying dad’s house and jack off on my tits because, poor you, your mean wife would never let you do that.” […] “Fuck you. You think I’m some dumb kid, some pathetic student you can manage? I stick by you through all this, this talk about how you might be a murderer, and as soon as it’s a little tough for you? No, no. You don’t get to talk about conscience and decency and guilt and feel like you’re doing the right thing. Do you understand me? Because you are a c h e a t i n g , c o w a r d l y , s e l f i s h s h i t .”
Gone Girl (2014). Film by David Fincher, novel and screenplay by Gillian Flynn.
-okay so he’s probably the best dancer i’ve ever seen in my whole life wOWOWOW
-so when he was little he took up martial arts but he was then like
-nah little thughao is gonna learn how to dance like a god damn prO
-THATS IT LITTLE DUDE YOU GO ACHIEVE YOUR DREAM
-so after a while of practising he became really good at freestyling and breakdancing and stuff
-so good that he was asked to join a street dance group
-like a really famous one
-he got really confident about his dancing so he recorded himself dancing on weibo
-i love a man that promotes himself
-the leader was so shook that he messaged him like straight away aking him about the group and stuff
-his nickname in the group was first infinity because that how many times he can do head spins
-an infinite amount of times
-can you believe he doesn’t get dizzy at all over that
-but he then changed his name to The8
-it suited him better tbh
-when he joined he got a shirt with his name on it and the groups name too awwwWWW
-he was so excited about this too
-his group are like his second family
-the whole group meets up on saturdays (maybe sundays) and other days too whenever anyone is free
-they also goes to the leader’s house sometimes for food and just to hang out until the early hours of the morning its such a nice feeling
-he loves his family
-speaking of family
-and the leader
-you’re not that keen on dancing yourself but you’re supportive af of your brother and his group and you see his group as a sort of backbone to his career
-you’re also considered family to them since you’re close with a couple of people in the group cause they’re in your college
-and everytime they come over to hang out with the leader they include you in whatever plans they have for the next week
-cause as i said
-one day your mum asked you to buy and take snacks down for your bro because he forgot them
-so you go to the local supermarket
-hop on a bus and a train and call him from outside the station
-he gets the call and picks up straight away knowing its you
-he could be so stern and moody when someone or something isn’t doing the right thing
-and then his whole face lights up when you call him
-and little minghao is just like what
-he’s never seen his face switch so quickly
-”y/n!! what’s up?”
-”mum wanted me to get out the house. i have snacks??”
-”i’m getting you right now! oh yeah there’s someone i want you to meet!! hes a new member and he’s really good at dancing!!”
-poor little minghao hes so cONFUSED BLESS
-he puts the phone down and just grabs minghao’s hand and heads to the station
-like is he playing match-oh
-”where are we going??”
-”i want you to meet someone shes close to everyone in the group”
-hes just rushing minghao to meet you
-and you’re just standing at the station waiting for him
-until you hear your name being called in the distance
-and you just turn around to see your brother and a random kid
-but this random kid???
-like ho W
-he gave you a head pat and took the snacks
-you fuck e r
-”yeah…minghao y/n y/n minghao”
-you smile to him and he smiles back and you’re crying on the inside becuase hes just so cute
-and he’s thinkin that too!
-”he’s really good at dancing remember that video i shared of that kid who mixed that tumble with the popping and the spinning?”
-”oh yeah! that was pretty cool”
-both you and your bro look to him like just repeated the declaration of independence in perfect hungarian
-w h a t
-”what was that minghao?”
-”i-i-i mean that she’s prett… cool. i mean i’ve only met you for like 10 minutes but you’re cool!!”
-and that was how you two started off your friendship
-it was so sweet at the start
-but really limited
-he felt like he couldn’t talk to you in a group unless he was next you you
-and your bro designated him to picking you up every time the group met up
-so he asked for your number and you gave it to him
-he was so happy when hE GOT HOME HE GOT HIS PILLOW AND SCREAMED INTO IT I LOVE HIM
-in a couple weeks there was going to be a big showcase in the underground dance community
-and it was held every couple months
-so you being you
-you wanted to support everyone
-you were his friend
-but you…..wait for it
-also liked him
-and a lot
-your brother knew the second you called him the night before
-”lemme guess you’re gonna call me about how minghao’s doing”
-”no wait yes wait no wait yes–”
-”i know he wants to impress you and you wanna tell him that you like him and stuff but you need to slEEP”
-minghao was clueless about you liking him
-because….wait for it
-he liked you back!!
-wait why were you lot not surprised wha t
-he liked you too much to think of anything else
-in the morning you ask your mum if you can go to see them perform
-but for some odd reason your mum doesn’t let you go and youre like 3 emotions
-1. (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻
-the third one meant that you were gonna sneak out
-your mum normally goes out to a weekly book club on this night so you were gonna sneak out during the time she was out
-so she doesn’t freak the fuck out
-you leave a note on the door explaining why you were gone
-and off you went
-you just wore jeans and a t-shirt with converse and a denim jacket since it wasnt that cold outside
-hop on a bus a train then another bus
-and you see your brother outside the tunnel to the club
-”bro what are you doing??”
-”waiting for–wait i thought mum said you couldn’t go”
-ah, but the art of being a re-”
-”you snuck out didn’t you?”
-”i’ll make up an excuse”
-”no need to i put a letter on the door!”
-”the one in your hand?”
-”ill make up that excuse and just text her”
-you mumbled before heading inside but not before putting the letter in the bin
-thumping music and sweaty people surrounded the walls
-yep its definitely an underground club
-”what’s the competition for again??”
-”trophy and bragging rights to other groups”
-”nice bro you better win”
-”we got this”
-your brother goes backstage while you’re standing in the crowd looking to the stage
-while you’re lookin at the stage you see your bro on the sidelines with minghao and you just smile so much cause it’s nice to see what they’re relationship is like
-narrator voice; MEANWHILE
-minghaos just worrying his ass off cause he can’t see you in the crowd
-and he then sees you
-the glint in your eye helped him find you
-and he just has the cutest smile on
-HES SO HAPPY THAT HE SAW YOU
-so the competition gets underway
-and it’s minghao’s solo
-you were shook to find this out
-but you were ready to chEER THIS KID ON LIKE BOI YOU GOT THIS MINGHAO MAKE EM WAIT FOR IT
-he did so well and the music fit perfectly to what he was doing on stage
-when he finished he looked for you in the crowd again
-and when he found you he just put a finger heart up to you and you could of sworn that there was a tear on your cheek
-that was so cuTE
-the whole group did really well and no brainer they won!!
-you were so happy about it
-you were able to go backstage to find them
-and once you did
-idk why but you got so emotional!! you’re so cute aw
-you say the group who were also in tears too
-but then you couldn’t find minghao
-which kinda upset you a little
-maybe he was- oh never mind he was just behind you the whole damn time
-you turn around and just launch yourself into his arms
-”you did it i’m so proud of you!!! and i like you….a lot!!”
-it was so loud back there so you had to shout it in his ear
-he thought you said something else
-”you do?! i like food too!”
-and you’re there like
- h u h
-you two escape outside where you’re still huggin and shit like awwwww but seriously just confess to each other already we’VE BEEN WAITING
-”you did amazing out there i can’t believe it!”
-”i can’t believe it ei-”
-”okay so i like you a lot but i couldn’t find the time to say it because you’re too cool and cute at the same time how does that work anyways i just wanted to say i really like you that’s it that all i’ve wanted to say”
-he just broke
-yoU BROKE HIM
-”ooooOOOOOh so that’s what you said back there! i thought you said you like food!”
-”good cause i got confused. and…i like you too.”
-then in his mind he just goes fuck it and kisses your cheek because nothing bad can happen right
-just at that time
-HE STEPS OUT
-”y/N WHERE ARE YOU-oh there you are- wait”
-HALFWAY THROUGH THE GOD DAMN KISS YOU TWO LOOK TO HIM
-and he shouts
-”f i N A L L Y D O Y O U K N O W H O W L O N G W E W E R E W A I T I N G F O R T H I S T O H A P P E N”
-you and minghao laugh at what he said because A you dont give a fuck and B y’all love each other a lot
-suPPORT THE SUPPORTING COUPLE I LOVE YALL SM
-you two support each other like crutches supporting a leg and you’re just so happy for him like wow
Hungarian is notorious for being a very hard language to learn, which
is, of course, partially true. Its grammar and vocabulary are not
only complex, but also quite different to almost all other European
languages (the most well-known exception is Finnish grammar, which
has a number of similar structures). I will try to sum up the most
important concepts in Hungarian that I think could be useful to
anyone who would like to start learning the language.
Part 1. The alphabet and the pronunciation.
The Hungarian alphabet has 44 letters – this may seem like a lot,
compared to the 26 in the English one, but there is a very simple
reason for this. We basically have a separate letter (or letter
combination) for almost every sound that we pronounce. In English,
you have “s” and “h” and then you have to learn how to
pronounce “sh”, because that’s something different. In
Hungarian, if you know the letters of the alphabet, you can pronounce
any common word. The only slight difficulty is that sooner or later,
you will encounter a word that has a letter combination that can not
be pronounced quite so simply. In that case, their pronunciation
will change – but it will happen naturally. For example, the
letters “n” and “j” together (for example in “Menj el!”,
which means “Go away!”) will be pronounced just like “nny” (a
long “ny” sound). So if you try to pronounce words at a normal
speed, these problematic sounds will change on their own.
(However, partly because of this, there are a couple of homophones in
Hungarian – to stick with the example of “menj”, it’s
pronounced exactly the same as “menny”, which means “heaven”.
So pronunciation is pretty straightforward, spelling not so much.)
Here is the full Hungarian alphabet:
a á b c cs d dz dzs e é f g gy h i í j k l ly m n ny o ó ö ő p
q r s sz t ty u ú ü ű v w x y z zs
I’d rather not try to give their pronunciation in writing, because
that is not my forte, but here’s some extra info about them:
- The letters dzs, q, w, x and y are not too common, they are mostly
used in loanwords (and fancy last names). For example: dzsem (jam),
maharadzsa (maharaja), textil (textile), etc. We often spell
loanwords according to Hungarian spelling rules, for example
“software” becomes “szoftver” and “file” becomes “fájl”.
(Not all of them though, for example “e-mail” is commonly spelled
just the same, “ímél” is very rare and actually looks kind of
ridiculous.) The letter “y”, if standing on its own, is most
often pronounced “i”. It’s quite common in fancy last names
(some people have them, whose ancestors were barons or something),
for example “Pesthy” (literally means “of Pest”), which is
pronounced exactly the same as “pesti”.
- The letters j and ly are pronounced exactly the same. They used to
represent different sounds, but those sounds have since merged and
now the only difference is the spelling. It’s actually a challenge
for Hungarian children to learn which word is spelled with which,
because it’s pretty much random. There’s only one rule: words can
not begin with “ly”, except for “lyuk” (which means “hole”)
and its derivatives.
- Don’t be scared by all the vowels! Most of them are just
i (short) – í (long)
o (short) – ó (long)
– ő (long) u (short) – ú (long) ü (short) – ű (long)
a – á and e – é are different though. It’s important to
distinguish them, as there are a couple of words, where the accent
makes all the difference.
“alom” / “álom”
(meaning: “litter” (used in the sense related to animals, not
trash) and “dream”)
(meaning “round” (adj.)/”wheel”/”I ask for”)
Finally, word stress. In Hungarian it’s very simple: the first
syllable is stressed. That’s it.
Okay, so this is the first part of something that I plan to be a series of introductory posts about Hungarian. Any feedback is more than welcome!
Okay, so I’ve been hearing a lot about Camp Camp lately, so about a week ago I looked up a description of it. It seemed like the generic “Oh, some kids at camp go on cool adventures with their kooky friends!” type thing, so I wasn’t gonna watch it. But then a few minutes ago I decided to watch it anyways, just to see.
And I start up episode one, expecting some cartoon for young children created to teach them about the powers of friendship or some bullshit.
And then I hear
Max: “Well, it’s definitely not because the bus only comes in from the city to drop off and pick up campers, and so far seems to be my only reasonable method of escaping this fucking nightmare of a camp.
Definitely not that.”
David: “Heeeeyy… language.”
Max: “Suck a di-”
And now I’m fuCKIN DEAD, I spewed my Pepsi everywhere, I scared my cat, my dad and papa are concerned because I just randomly started laugin really loud.
“(Y/N)!” Ashton called out and flailed his arms, desperately wanting to find you, since you were his seeing eyes. Ashton bumped into a sharp edge, and screamed out in pain. “(Y/N)! Where are you!?” he reached his hands out and heard footsteps in the distance. Suddenly, his back was pressed against a warm soft chest, and immediately began to calm down a bit, knowing that you didn’t leave him. He felt small hands snake underneath his muscular arms. Your small warm hand grabbed his left hand and gently wrote on his palm with your finger.
‘I - a-m - r-i-g-h-t - h-e-r-e.’
He let out a sigh and collapsed in your arms, and turned around and held you in a warm embrace, his head searching for neck to bury himself in, wanting to calm himself down, since his mind made him think that you had left him. Ashton always gets panic attacks when you aren’t holding his hand, or having some sort of contact with you. Why would you be around a boy who can’t even see? Why would he need you out of all people? Ashton and you aren’t all different. You both have a fault, something that society labels as handicapped, you being mute and him being blind. Both labelled as different, making you both understand each other on so many levels. You know that you have to look after Ashton. But you love him and despite everything. Ashton knows you love him. And Ashton loves you very much too.
Even if Ashton can’t see, he knows it’s a beautiful world outside this town, and knows for a fact that people are beautiful too, both inside and out, you being the main example of what true beauty is. You would spend hours all night telling him about how the world looks like, through touch communication, writing down letters on his skin, spelling out words so he could understand. You would lay back on Ashton’s chest and as Ashton would hold you close, his head resting on top of yours placing soft gentle kisses wherever he could. You would blush at how soft and tender his kisses felt on your skin, his lips sometimes landing near your ear, other times on the back of your neck, and other sensitive areas on your skin. It sometimes made you doubt that he was blind, because he would know exactly where to kiss you and would smirk every time your breath hitched, and even more when you two would share intimate times, always knowing where and how to touch you to make you writher underneath him.
But what he enjoyed the most was how you would hold his hand and began to white sweet nothings onto his hand and skin. Writing the phrase ‘I love you’ countless of times on his palm and would begin writing it all over his body, especially on the area right over his heart, making him blush and heart race at you gentle touch. He would whisper his love back to you.
Sometimes you would give earphones to Ashton and you both would listen to music that speaks your feelings to each other. Ashton would show you songs about trashy love affairs and you would laugh about it, or you would show Ashton songs about soft and soothing love story songs. Music was your mutual way of communication since they would word feelings that you couldn’t say, or explain thing that he couldn’t see. To Ashton these moments are priceless treasures that he would treasure forever.
Every so often, you would take Ashton to the beach, since he loved it there, and you would try describing the color of the waves hitting the brown rocks or how the sun looks extremely beautiful when it’s setting. You would tell him that the sand was yellow and white, by saying that yellow was warm and happy, like the sun. The water was blue like the sky, by saying that it was calm and serene, just washing away both your worries. The sunset was filled with hues of orange and red, by saying those colors were passionate and strong. And he would say that if your relationship was a color it would be a mix of red and yellow colors.
When you both out in public, it’s a more dangerous environment because Ashton cannot let go of your hand, he needed you so much because he was afraid that if he even let go for a second he could harm himself. He would hear cars or feel the breeze of a fast car and his hand would tighten in yours as well as his walking stick. He was afraid, but by you just being there it would ease the panic he went through. If an action required both of your hands, you would tell Ashton to hug you and to never let go unless you take his hand again.
People would say that you are a protective girlfriend. But really, you just really love and care for him, and he felt the same for you. He means the world to you, and you mean the same to him. He knew that if he lost you, all hell would break loose and he’d fall apart the moment you were no longer with him. He would be completely lost without you; you brightened up his days by just spending time with him. He knew that it was a great sacrifice for anyone to have a relationship with someone like him. He was blind; he would always need assistance in just about everything and throughout his whole life, and he would never be able to show you how thankful he is for you and your heart of gold. But he would show you how much he loves and appreciates you his whole life if you gave him the chance, and he hope that you would.
He loves the way at nights were spent just memorizing each other’s body. His hands acting as his eyes telling you how beautiful were, calling what you would call imperfections, perfect imperfections. He would tell you that he wanted to remember your whole body, faults and everything. And in turn you would write how beautiful his eyes were and when he took off his glasses that his grey like irises just made him look beautiful. He loves it when you compliment him, because some would find his eyes creepy to look at, and you would tell him how they sparkle under the moonlight.
‘Y-o-u-r - e-y-e-s - l-o-o-k - b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l.’ you would write on his hand. And then you would begin to write down how handsome he was, making Ashton blush.
You remembered how difficult it was to even communicate with Ashton. You both met when were at work being a part-time nurse assistant for the hospital that Ashton and his family visited. He would come in all the time, especially when his mum got sick. You immediately spotted him, mainly hear his laugh at the end of the hall as he visited his mother. He had one of the most contagious laughs, that as you heard his laugh it made you smile at how nice it was. You immediately noticed how handsome he was. But you soon found out that he was blind, and there was no possible way you could have any relationship with him, for you were mute.
Ashton’s mother noticed that you smitten with his son, and actually liked you for his son. He knew that with you he would be in good hands. She introduced you to Ashton, and just like you smitten with Ashton, he was taken with you too. At first he couldn’t really communicate with you, unless you used text to speech apps. But soon he took the decision to try to learn another way to communicate, which would be through to touch. You knew sign language, but it would be useless since Ashton couldn’t learn, given that had spent his whole entire life being blind.
Ashton soon began to learn, what you two would call touch communication with the help of you and your own family and his mother. You would help him understand letter, numbers, and words, by tracing them onto his skin that always made his body shiver by your gentle touch. At times you needed spell things out twice since he was so distracted by you running your fingers along his skin, which even to this day made him shiver.
Today was your lazy day; you had nothing to do but to hang out with Ashton. Ashton searched for your hand, and when he found your hand, he began to draw tiny circles on your palm, tickling you nerves, and smile a bit. Your hands were small and delicate, for which Ashton needs to grasp them gently and treat them like the finest glass, which he gladly did. He leads your hands to his chest, moving your left hand behind his neck and your right hand on his heart, wanting you to feel how you made his heart race, you and only you. You rests your head right under his collar bone and breathes in softly. You relax as you inhale his natural scent and he did the same to you, feeling his hand trace across your skin.
He exhales quietly. “It’s been twenty-three months,”
‘A-l-m-o-s-t - t-w-o - y-e-a-r-s,’
“-Since we’ve been together.” Ashton finishes the sentence.
That same night, you took Ashton to the beach again. The sun had already set and most of the people are gone off the beach. It was just you two. You took Ashton’s hand told him that it was dark outside and everyone is gone.
‘I - a-l-w-a-y-s - l-o-v-e-d - b-e-a-c-h-e-s.’
Even throughout everything you’ve done for each other, all the complications and faults in your relationship, at the end, you two are the ones who keep it strong and alive, because you both didn’t care what others thought, because if they knew what your relationship was like, they would wish they had a relationship like yours.
‘A-s-h-t-o-n – I – f-e-e-l – s-a-f-e – i-n- y-o-u-r – a-r-m-s’ you wrote onto his forearm, pressing your face against his chest.
He embraces you closer into a hug and began to touch his face. Your hands began to trace his face your fingertips tracing up his cheeks until you find his left ear. “I love you.” he whispers. He wraps his arms around you and you grab his left hand write the following:
‘I - l-o-v-e - y-o-u - t-o-o.’
Ok so I got like a good number of doing either blind Ashton and one person to do a deaf Michael, which I may actually do since I have a certain scenario in mind. So yea tell me what you think of this one, hopefully it wasn’t too bad. So should I do a deaf Michael, the request said she would prefer Michael but any of the boys would do, so should I do deaf Michael, or with one of the other boys. LET ME KNOW :)
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Archie rolls his eyes and Chop nods a bit. “Uh huh.”
“No, like, seriously. She’s just kinda, you know, perfect. Like her sense of humor is just great. Isn’t she great?”
“Uh huh,” Archie reaches over and grabs Finn’s glass. “This is why we don’t let you drink like this. You get weird.”
“Not weird,” he protests, making a haphazard swipe to get his drink back but his hand ultimately lands in the ashtray in front of him, soot sticking to fingertips. “Fuck.”
“Worse than a toddler, I tell ya.” Chop takes a napkin and passes it to him (and protests loudly when Finn gives a sly grin and tries to wipe the mess on Chop’s shirt). “When are the girls getting here? Raemundo is in charge of Finn. I’ve had my share.”
“I’m not a child you just pass around,” Finn tells him indignantly.
“Yes, you are. Did you hear about Chloe kissing Kendo at that party the other night? Izzy reckons she got off proper with him later.”
Finn sulls up because he doesn’t want to talk about Chloe. He wants to talk about Rae and he wants his mates to agree with him because she is literally the best thing that’s ever happened to him and he needs everyone to know. Sure, he didn’t like her much in the beginning. Ok, maybe he did. She breezed in and ignored him and stole his 20p (and his heart) and then went right for Archie. Nothing had been easy with her and he figured that was the half of the attraction he felt towards her.
Maybe not. Maybe. He wasn’t sure. He did know that his heart got twisty and his palms got sweaty and whenever they kissed, he had to brace himself because his knees went wibbly wobbly and his mind got wonky. There were those occasions when he was in the middle of class or in the middle of dinner or in the middle of a sentence and his heart would start mooning over her smile and then he’d smile like an idiot and he couldn’t even be embarrassed about it anymore. She was his lady, his girl and he could be as happy about that as he wanted to be.
And her eyes. Man, her eyes were glorious. He supposes he never thought of things like eyes but then he fell madly in love and suddenly eyes became very important. It was just how when they darkened, he knew he was in trouble (which could be good and bad because sometimes he was about to get yelled at and sometimes he was about to get fucked to heaven and back) and how they shimmered when he did something particularly good (he had spent a lot of time lately brushing up on his joke telling and his musical prowess had increased a hundred fold). Her beautiful eyes were the last thing he saw before he forced his own closed when he leaned in to kiss her.
There were other things, too. Her impatience (which he usually found annoying in others) was endearing, especially when it was aimed at him and she’d pat her foot on the ground, giving him a little huff with her arms folded across her chest. And her chest, holy fucking Jesus Christ-
“Come on, mate! I don’t want to hear about how you drool over Raemundo’s tits, that’s not cool,” Chop complains.
Finn pauses and tries to figure out when his internal monologue had become formed words that dipped off his tongue. “I’m talking?”
“Yes, you are.” Archie shakes his head. “Didn’t know you had feelings that reached those depths, to be honest.”
“No, you shut up.” Chop slaps his hand on the table. “I don’t want to hear that stuff, man. I know you and I have different views on Raemundo, but she’s like my daddy, you know and I-“
Finn scowls at him. “She’s not your daddy, she’s my wifey and I ain’t hearing no more of-“ He stops, eyes snapping shut. “Oh, fuck.”
“She’s your what?” Chop crows. “Your what, Finn?”
“But you said-“
“You did! You called her your-“
“Shut up, Chop!”
“Finn and Rae Nelson. I kinda like it.”
“Chop, I swear on all that is holy, I will punch your-“
“Hey, girls!” Archie says loudly, interrupting Chop and Finn’s fight. Finn gives Chop a warning look and gets a shit-eating grin in return. Don’t he mouths and Chop shrugs innocently.
Finn knows he’s all eager puppy (he is even when he’s sober but it’s worse when he’s got too much drink in his system) and he grips the bottom of his chair to keep himself in place but all that happens is he ends up scooting chair and all towards her, head landing on her shoulder in a bid to be petted and she laughs, complying for a moment before saying “Hit the bottle a little hard tonight, have you?”
It’s the truth but he pleads innocent. “No, no. Well, yeah. It’s Archie’s fault.”
“It’s not my fault. It’s your fault for buying so many drinks.”
Finn looks at Rae, eyes pleading with her to understand. “I forgot you girls weren’t coming round til later.”
“So you drank them all?”
“Leave me out of it,” Chop shakes his head. “Chop did shit. Stop lying to your wi-“
Finn flings an arm out, catching Chop in the chest and the boy sputters and cough at the thump. Archer starts laughing and Izzy worries with Chop (who is milking the hit for extra attention). “What was that for?” Chop demands.
“I told you to keep your mouth shut!”
“Not my fault you called her your wife!”
His head hits the table with a thunk, cheeks flooding with blood. Fuck. Fuck alcohol and fuck Chop for being such a little shit. Archie is laughing even harder and Rae says “What?” and the next thing Finn knows, he and Chop are on the floor, wrestling around. There’s no malice behind the playful punches and no one moves to break them up (Chop is fairly drunk as well and it doesn’t take long for them both to tire out before they crawl back into their seats). No one says anything about what Chop blurted out but he can feel them all giving him side-eye and he’s very conscious of his actions after that.
But then her fingers tilt across his thigh and he’s too drunk to pick up what she’s writing the first time and the second time he’s still lost (but the third time he just wants her to touch him). When she huffs impatiently at him, he focuses hard and then wishes he hadn’t when she spells out W-I-F-E-?
It was a slip of the tongue, he wants to tell her. Something that came out when he was defending her against Chop calling her daddy (it was fucking creepy and she was girl for Christ’s sake). Something that didn’t mean anything but it actually did mean a whole fucking lot because he thought about it more than he should especially when he was sprawled on the bathroom floor, trying to cool down because the thought of forever with her overheated him in a way he couldn’t explain. His mind tries to think of something, anything to save himself from the embarrassment though and his fingers formulate something along the lines of just kidding but when they touch her thigh, his heart gains control over his entire body and he dumbly traces W-H-Y-N-O-T-?
(When she gets him home and up to his room later that night, he’ll call her Mrs. Nelson before falling asleep and then the thought of what will be is stuck in her head, too.)
I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box. || no longer accepting!
“I-I know that i-it’s
weird…a…and that y-you’re scared, too. I…I’m s-still a little scared, b-but you
make me feel l-less scared. Y-You
make me feel less s-sad, too. W…When I’m not n-near you, my h-heart hurts a lot…b…because I think
a-about all the things that m-make me sad. B-But when I see you a-again, my
heart feels h-happy! Y-You remind me
that I’m not a-alone, a…and that s-someone still loves me. I-I know I’m
c-clingy, a…and a l-lot of the time, I want y-you when you’re b-busy, but it’s
o-only because I love you s-so much…a…and I don’t wanna l-lose you. Y-You’re
important t-to me! A-And I know you l-love me, too…a…and I’m n-never gonna leave you, o-okay? N-Not
for one c-cookie, o…or t-ten cookies, or even a m-million-b-bajillion cookies! Y…You’re
m-my Papa…a…and I-I know you’re trying r-really
hard, s…so…I-I’m gonna try hard, t-too!”
This world needs more Genocide/ Mean Frisks, I'm really bored with Avery Sue Frisk already. Like if a entire race would try to kill me for my SOUL even if I could SAVE/RESET one time or another I would lose my chill.
avery sue! i like that term. (assuming it’s meant to be gender neutral mary sue)
and yeahhhh i mean? just give us more realistic frisk. give us more complex frisk! give us more not perfect angel frisk!
personally, i don’t see it as a very powerful thing when a saintly child drops into the underground, immediately knows to spare every monster despite being killed over and over and over again, and frees everyone on the 1.5th try
what about a kid who fell into the underground, was terrified, killed a lot of people out of that fear - people were trying to murder them! - and then face flowey. of course they kill him, they think that’s the only way to end this…but his dying words make them stop?
“I k n e w y o u h a d i t i n y o u.”
and it breaks their heart because they didn’t want to do this, they didn’t want to have dust on their hands, it’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not -
they can reset. they can do it all over. maybe they can…they can…do better…maybe…
because people often say the no mercy run is an effect of the corruption that comes from the power to do anything you want without consequences, but from an in-universe standpoint, the power to save and reset also offers the opportunity to do better than you did before. you made mistakes, but you can learn from them and try again, this time wiser and kinder.
so what about a frisk who messes up over and over and over again, who gets frustrated and kills when they don’t know what else to do, who feels like they’re just doing what they have to so they can survive, but something in them keeps walking away from the chance to leave this hellish place and try again, so maybe they don’t need to be a murderer this time. or maybe they do it to spite that flower, because spite is an easier motivator than guilt.
and eventually they get it right! eventually they figure out how to stay alive without killing anyone, except now they’re attached to these people they used to resent, and it’s not fair that there’s no way to get out of here without getting someone’s dust on their hands, it’s not fair, it’s not fair, but if they can defy death, they can defy this too!
so then they finally figure it out, attempt after attempt after attempt, and they got it! everyone’s free! frisk finds a pillow and cries onto it for a while. idk, i guess i just like the idea of someone who tries really hard to be good, messes up a lot, doesn’t stop trying even when it doesn’t come easily or naturally, and then finally gets their happy ending and an entire pie.
but yknow what else is interesting…frisks who don’t go that far and who give up! cause this is a hard burden for a little kid.
maybe they just leave as soon as they have the chance, who gives a damn about anyone who had to die on the way. maybe they did go the route of trying to do better, but gave up and left anyway because it’s too hard for them. maybe they took a different path, maybe they got a taste of LV, and decided to kill again, just because they’re monsters, it doesn’t really count, and they can just reset, right?
basically there’s so much possibility for how this could go. there’s a very wide range of ways someone could react to frisk’s situation, so choosing what is, tbh, the blandest one, is a little unfortunate? More Frisks Pls