#I feel like he’d have a job that would help kids deal with their issues

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I think if the new fairly oddparents gets a season 2, adult Timmy should make an appearance as a school counselor or something.

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night terror

🌙 staring. Seungcheol x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. As much as you love being a mother, you think some of your favorite moments might just happen when the kids are asleep. Seeing Seungcheol with Hana and Daehyun is one of the great joys of your life, but you have needs too, and after a long day, you really need something to help you relax.

tw/cw. unprotected sex, bathroom sex, mirror sex, dirty talk, praise, fingering, blow job, deep throating, mentions of masochism, loud sex, your kid hearing you scream during sex and then your husband lies to her and says it's night terrors when really it's him - he's the night terror, etc… I pet names: (hers) princess.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 4.2k

🍭 aus. rich businessman cheol, husband cheol, established relationship, father cheol, stay at home mom reader, etc…

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There had been a time in his life when Seungcheol had thought he might never settle down. As a busy businessman, he’d never been able to comprehend how it would be possible to factor a wife - let alone children - into his schedule. But then, one summer afternoon, he’d met you, and all his fears had vanished.

His previous relationships had been marred with accusations about his lack of making time, and he’d been ready to repeat the same issues with you. However, the conflicts never came. You were a strong, capable, young woman, and as the first months of you flew by blissfully, Seungcheol had realized you accepted him for him, work and all. If anything, distance made the heart grow fonder, and when you were together, you both gave each other your complete attention, nurturing the relationship in a way that he’d never had a relationship truly nurtured before. 

Six months in, he’d asked you to marry him, and it was the most confident he’d ever been with a decision in his entire life. When you’d gotten pregnant, only a short while after your honeymoon, the two of you had sat down to discuss what being parents would look like. You’d both been committed to giving your children the best lives possible going forward, and - knowing he’d be around less than a dad with a different, less demanding job - Seungcheol had asked if you’d be interested in the stay-at-home life.

It’s been five years since then, and there hasn’t been a day that’s gone by where Seungcheol has questioned his decisions with you. He comes home at erratic times in the evening, but he always finds you excelling at motherhood. 

He truly doesn’t know how you do it and make it look easy. You have such a gentle way with not only the kids, but him as well, and he almost feels as if you were meant for this role. You’re a caregiver, through and through, and Seungcheol thinks he must be one of the luckiest men in the whole world to be able to fulfill the provider counterpart. 

It’s a Monday evening, and he’s managed to get off work early. When he arrives at your large family home, he follows the sound of giggles to the kitchen. This room has been the heart of your house ever since the kids were old enough to follow you around it like ducklings, watching you cook with eyes full of wonder - he thinks they must get that trait from him at least. 

He leans against the wall while he watches you, taking in the vision in front of him. It’s mac and cheese night, a long-held tradition in your household, wherein you help the kids make the base, and allow them to choose their favorite toppings to go in the ramekins before oven baking. 

The elder of your children, Daehyun, is more adventurous, and it looks like you’re helping him saute a pan of mushrooms on the gas stove top. Even while dealing with the hot element, and a little boy grabbing at your apron while teetering on his cooking step stool, you’re giving just as much attention to your youngest. 

Hana is the apple of Seungcheol’s eye, and - bless her heart - she’s a cheese fiend. There must be five different kinds of cheese on the counter, and you’re softly talking to her while she struggles to grate a small block of what looks to be gruyere. 

“You’re doing so well,” you tell your daughter. “Give mommy just a moment and she’ll help you grate the last of it. I don’t want you hurting your hands.”

“Okay, mama,” Hana nods, setting the cheese down before leaning over to watch you stir the pan. 

“Do you want to try a mushroom, sweetheart?” you ask, picking one out of the pan to taste for yourself. “They’re very good.”

Hana’s always been better at trying new things if you or Seungcheol go first, and the businessman finds himself smiling while he watches the soft moment.

“Okay,” Hana says, but she doesn’t sound too sure. 

“It’s a little hot, so I’m going to put it on the cutting board to cool before either of you taste it, okay?” You lift a few mushrooms from the sizzling pan, setting them down and gently blowing away the steam. “Let me know if these are good, Daehyun, or if you’d like me to cook them a little longer to make them more crispy.”

The three of you are so wrapped up in your own little world, and Seungcheol supposes the soft classical music in the background had drowned out the sound of his footfalls as he’d approached. He decides it’s a good time to make his presence known, so he moves into the room, coming to stand on the other side of the island countertop.

“Look at you three chefs,” he muses.

“Daddy!” His children scream, with Daehyun jumping from his stool to run around the table and hug Seungcheol around the waist. Hana, meanwhile, still needs help getting down from the steps, and Seungcheol watches you lift the small child to set her on the floor so she can join her brother on the other side of Seungcheol. 

“It smells good,” Seungcheol tells you, smiling at you as he rubs the backs of his children.

“We were just trying mushrooms!” Daehyun announces, releasing Seungcheol in favour of running to you to grab the food before dashing back to his dad, holding his hand out. 

Seungcheol accepts the mushroom, and he tries it, letting out an embellished groan. “These are great,” he says, which prompts both children to try them too.

“Perfect!” Daehyun agrees.

Seungcheol watches you turn off the heat under the pan, moving to finish grating the gruyere for Hana. “How was work, my love?” you ask.

“Fine,” he sighs, not wanting to think about his job in a moment like this. “I couldn’t miss mac and cheese night. How were things around here?”

“Hana, why don’t you tell daddy about preschool?” you suggest, moving a pan of preprepared pasta bake ramekins on a tray to the island counter. 

“We did art!” Hana says proudly. “Made something for you.”

“Really?” Seungcheol loves receiving drawings from his kids. “Want to go grab it for me?”

You’re two steps ahead of him, even while cooking, and you reach behind yourself to grab a piece of paper from the fridge. You hold it out to Seungcheol, and he takes it from you, smiling widely as he looks at the image.

“It’s our family,” Hana explains, although, with the dad character holding a briefcase and dressed in a suit, Seungcheol thinks it would be impossible for him to think it’s anything else.

“I love it, you’re going to be an artist one day,” he tells her, reaching down to pick her up, tucking her by his hip. “And how about you, Daehyun? How was soccer practice?”

“Mommy picked me up after school and she had veggie snacks which weren’t that good but I ate them anyways, and we did practice and I scored goals-” Seungcheol loves how his son rambles, and he listens patiently while Daehyun describes finding a coin on the field that he can add to his collection of treasures he’s picked up throughout his life.

By the time the story is finished, you’ve already put the mac and cheese in the oven, and you’re standing with your palms on the counter, watching Seungcheol interact with his children. There’s a gentle smile on your face, your eyes lit up with affection.

Seungcheol is drawn to you, and he walks around the island, Hana still tucked on his hip. “Hi,” he says softly, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “How was mommy’s day?”

“Good,” you respond. “Hana and I went to a greenery after preschool to get some new plants for the garden.”

“Oh yeah?” Seungcheol looks down at his daughter. “Did you two find anything nice?”

“Mommy got me a bouquet of tulips,” Hana confirms. 

“We also got a few more lavender bushes and some rosemary,” you add. “She played with bubbles while I planted them, and then we went to get Daehyun for soccer. A few of his friends came over with their moms after that to play in the pool, and then we started mac and cheese.”

“Sounds like a full day,” Seungcheol nods. He’s constantly in awe of how you juggle both kids, house maintenance, a social life, and cooking. 

“The kids are tuckered out,” you say, reaching out to brush some hair from Hana’s face. “They were thinking we could watch some Disney movies after dinner before bed.”

“Well we can’t say no to that, can we,” Seungcheol smiles. 

“No, we can’t,” you agree. “Daehyun, the mac and cheese is in the oven, should we start on a salad?”

“Do we have to?” he asks.

“Greens are an important part of a healthy diet,” you remind the little boy who’s always had problems with his veggies. “How about you help me choose what type of salad to make?”

“Can we have the one with lots of cheese?” Hana questions.

Seungcheol loves his little cheese fiend, he loves his family, and most of all, he loves that he gets to share it with you every day.

After being filled up with hot mac and cheese, the kids had fallen asleep less than thirty minutes into their movie. Seungcheol had carried them to bed, double checking to make sure they were tucked in all right, and now, he heads into your shared room, closing the soundproof doors behind him.

“I’ve said it already, but I’ll say it again, dinner was great,” he tells you, as he heads to his closet to begin removing his button-up shirt. “Even the salad was good, I haven’t seen Daehyun eat that many greens in months.” 

“He’s warming up to them,” you smile, coming up behind your husband to give him a hug from behind, your cheek pressed to his back. “We were all happy you were there to eat with us. I know work has been busy, so I wasn’t sure if you’d make it.”

“And miss mac and cheese night?” Seungcheol scoffs. “Not even Jeon Wonwoo himself could keep me from that.”

You laugh at the mention of his business partner. “He can join next time, if he has the time. Hana misses Uncle Woo.”

“That's because he dotes on her.”

“As if you don’t.” 

“We all do, she’s a special kid, that one.”

“They both are,” you muse. “Daehyun downplayed it, but he was doing really well in practice. Coach says he has some real talent. Apparently he can’t shut up about the way that you take him to games twice a month in box seats. I think it’s making a huge difference.”

“That’s good to hear,” Seungcheol smiles. 

“Anyways, enough about our days,” you sigh. “Do you need a shower?”

“Why? Do I smell?” Seungcheol can’t help but chuckle.

“No, I was just thinking I might have one, and maybe you’d like to join me.”

Seungcheol groans. “Well, now I definitely need a shower.”

“Perfect.” You pull away from his back, reaching down to take off your shirt as you head to the bathroom. “I’ll see you in there, daddy.” 

As much as you love being a mother, you think some of your favorite moments might just happen when the kids are asleep. Seeing Seungcheol with Hana and Daehyun is one of the great joys of your life, but you have needs too, and after a long day, you really need something to help you relax. 

You turn the shower on, and as the spa-like bathroom fills with steam, you undo your pants. You’re slipping out of the fabric when Seungcheol joins you. His large form gently presses against your back, and his lips find your shoulder. His hands smooth down your arms softly, and he presses his crotch against your bum, showing you how turned on he is.

“You look so beautiful today,” he tells you.

“And you look as sexy as ever,” you respond, smiling while leaning back against his bare chest. 

“I do, do I?” You feel him grin where he’s kissing your neck, and you rest the back of your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of him. “Guess this means we’re a match made in heaven.”

You love when he sweet-talks you like this, and when his hand slips down your abdomen to cup your pussy, you let out a groan of pleasure. “Should we go in the shower?”

“The shower can wait,” Seungcheol states, “and these panties have to come off.”

“You got it, daddy.” You hook your fingers in the waistband, pushing them down so his eager fingers can touch you directly. The contact has you shivering, and he begins to circle your clit. 

“How did I ever get so lucky with you?” he asks, teasing you while he grinds against your ass.

“I ask myself the same question every day,” you confess, whimpering when one of his large fingers slips into your core. 

“I think I’m the lucky one,” Seungcheol tells you, sucking on the sweet spot on your throat that always makes your entire body react. 

“Agree to disagree,” you whisper, consumed by the feeling of his fingers as he adds a second one, working you open. 

“It’s torture spending a whole day without being able to touch you,” your husband confesses, as he applies pressure to your clit with his palm.

You know exactly how he feels, and although you’re leaning into his touch, allowing him to be the one exploring your form, you know your patience will run dry soon. You need his cock, more than you’ve ever needed anything in your life.

It’s tantalizing, having his large bulge rubbing against your ass while he finger fucks you closer and closer to a release that’s always much too easy for him to earn. 

You turn your head to the side, reaching behind yourself to tangle your fingers in his hair, bringing his lips to your own. 

After all these years, Seungcheol knows your body inside and out. There are no words that need to be spoken as he gets you closer and closer to your high, only whimpered moans and groans of pleasure as you remain lip-locked.

Your first orgasm overtakes you, and you gasp into the kiss, wiggling your hips for more stimulation while he helps you through it. His free hand is on your waist, and he aids in your motions, which only adds to your pleasure.

“Cheol-” you whisper.

“I know, darling, I know,” he presses his forehead to yours, finishing you off before removing his hand from between your legs. He quickly sucks your juices off his digits before working on your bra, which falls off to join your clothes on the floor.

You turn in his embrace, palms flat to his chest so you can push him back until his bum hits the edge of the sink. “I wanna suck you off,” you tell him, feeling confident and as needy as ever.

“Fuck, I love it when you use that sweet, pretty mouth of yours to say the dirtiest things,” Seungcheol groans, large hands moving down to work on his belt while you sink to your knees on the tiled floor.

“You had a long day,” you tell him, knowing every day is long for the successful businessman, “I just want to make you feel good.”

“You always make me feel good,” he smiles, pushing his pants down so his cock can be released. 

Wasting no time, you wrap your hand around the base, taking one last look up at him to muse, “Well, I want to make you feel great,” before your mouth finds his large cock. 

The sounds he makes during sex have always been a huge turn-on for you, and the groans he lets out as you suckle on the head of his cock are like angels singing. You close your eyes, leaning into the act of pleasuring the man you love most in the world. 

His gentle hand finds your head, and he helps you blow him, taking more of him into your mouth while your hand pumps the base.

“You’re so good,” he whispers. “So fucking good for me.” 

You groan at the praise, and it makes his hips twitch, cock slipping into the back of your throat.

When you’d first been together, you hadn’t been used to the sensation, but after all this time together, you’ve become accustomed to it. In fact, you even kind of enjoy it when he throat-fuckes you, in some odd masochistic kind of way.

He’s slow with it, and you know he’s watching you carefully for any signs that he should let up on you. With you focused on your breathing and relaxing your throat, he never has to actually pull away. You listen to his sounds of pleasure grow, his grip tightening in your hair. 

“Fuck,” he groans, gently pulling you off his cock. “I need you.” 

He helps you to your feet and in one motion, he lifts you up and sets you on the sink, slotting between your legs. Your hands find his strong shoulders while he guides his cock to your pussy. His lip is caught between his teeth in concentration, and your heart swells with love for your husband.

The head of his cock slips into you and you both groan. 

“You’re wound up, darling,” he muses as he sinks a few more inches into you, test thrusting so your wet juices can cover his length and make it easier for you both. “Are you sure you don’t need some more of my fingers?”

“No,” you hold his strong shoulders tighter, “I just need you.”

“Yeah?” he leans in, pressing his lips to yours while his hands find your hips, one slipping to gently cup the small of your back. “Are you still my needy princess?”

It had been the first true pet name that stuck when you’d started dating, and even after all these years, it still makes a tingle run up your spine.

“Yes, Cheol, you feel so good-”

His thrusts have his cock sinking fully inside of you now, and you can’t help the way your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your body is alight with pleasure, and you truly can't help the sounds that are escaping past your lips.

You try your best to be quiet with Cheol most nights, but your kids are asleep. On top of that,  there’s a soundproof bedroom door, a bathroom door and a shower running to muffle your noises, so you figure now is as good a time as any to let loose a little.

“God, I love it when you get loud for me,” Seungcheol groans, leaning forward to pepper your throat in kisses while you lace your fingers through his soft hair. 

Each thrust has his cock hitting a spot deep inside of you, and you can feel tension building in your abdomen, a sign of another orgasm on its way.

“You look so perfect like this,” your husband muses. Suddenly, he’s pulling away from you. “I want you to see.” 

You moan in annoyance as he pulls out of you, dragging you off the countertop so he can turn you around, facing the steamed mirror. You bend over the sink, letting out a whine when he slips inside of you again, leaning forward with his chest pressed to your back while he wipes a hand along the reflective surface. 

You can see yourself now, and you look completely fucked out. 

Cheol grins behind you, and you love how the reflection showcases how much larger than you he is. With your smaller form in front of him, his shoulders are visible on either side of your own, and his height makes your pussy clench around him.

“Told you it was sexy,” Seungcheol muses, leaning forward again to press his lips to your shoulder. “I want you to watch as I make you cum.”

You’re not entirely sure you’ll be able to keep your eyes open, but you nod all the same, eager to please him as he begins to fuck you again. Each thrust has your hips pressing to the marble sink top, and it hurts a little, but the pain is pleasure.

You groan, panting as you watch Seungcheol fuck you from behind through the mirror.

He truly is a vision. each slap of his hips against your ass has your breasts bouncing too-

Steam is quickly covering the mirror again, and you reach out a shaky hand to wipe it away, intent on doing your best to follow through with his command.

“Cheol,” you whimper, his thrusts getting faster, harder- 

“That’s it,” he groans. “Let me hear you.” 

Your sounds are getting louder and louder as the tension in your stomach builds- and when Seungcheol licks two fingers, slipping his hand down your front to play with your clit, the noises of pleasure become uncontrollable. 

“Gonna cum for me, princess?” he asks, breath hot against your throat.

Everything feels so intense, the steam in the room adding to your heightened senses, and you nod quickly. You can’t find it in yourself to speak, you can only grab the sink as an anchor while your husband works you to the edge-

“I’m there too,” Seungcheol assures you. “Cum with me.” 

The sound that escapes you as your pussy clamps down on his cock is almost inhuman, and you struggle to keep your eyes open, gazing at your own fucked out expression through the mirror while Seungcheol rides out your highs.

His head is thrown back, throat all gorgeous and on display- 

You love him a stupid amount, and it only makes your core throb harder around his cock while he fills you up with his cum. 

It doesn’t help that his fingers are still on your clit, and you twitch from oversensitivity, letting out another loud cry. Seungcheol’s eyes open, as if he hadn’t even realized what he was still doing, too lost in the feeling of your throbbing cunt- he’s quick to pull his hand away, resting it on your hip as his thrusts begin to slow.

“Fuck,” he groans, “that was good.” 

His lips find your shoulder, and you both do your best to slow your heavy breathing. 

“Now I really need that shower,” you joke, earning a chuckle from the man still inside of you.

“Let's do it,” he says, giving you one last kiss before he pulls out of you.

He grabs your hand, helping you to the shower-

“Shit, did you hear that?” His head turns towards the closed door.

“I didn’t hear anything,” you tell him.

“No, listen, there it is again-” Seungcheol lets go of your hand, and he quickly grabs his robe, wrapping it around his naked body. He opens the bathroom door. “Shit, we woke up one of the kids. I’ll be right back.”

He exits the bathroom, shutting you inside behind him as he tightens his robe, rushing to the large soundproof bedroom doors. When he opens them, he finds Hana standing there, her stuffed teddy in her arms.

“Is Mama okay?” she asks, looking up at him like she’s on the verge of tears.

“Yes, sweetheart,” Seungcheol is quick to sink to his knees, wrapping his daughter in a hug. “You know she gets night terrors sometimes. It was just a bad dream, but I got a shower started for her and she should be okay.”

“Are you sure?” Hana asks, wiping at her eyes.

Seungcheol releases her, taking a look at her face and helping her clear the tear tracks with his thumb. “Yes, love, mama is fine. Here, let me get you back to bed.”

He picks up his daughter, carrying her back to her room. She settles in alright, and with a quick kiss to her forehead and a goodnight, Seungcheol leaves her be. He’s in a rush to get back to you, and as he enters your room and ensuite bathroom, shrugging off his robe, he finds you in the shower.

“I swear that kid has super hearing,” he muses softly, joining you under the water spray and pulling your body tight to his own.

“Maybe our soundproof bedroom door isn’t as soundproof as we thought,” you suggest. “Did you tell her it was night terrors again?”

“That seems to be the company line, doesn’t it?” Seungcheol can’t help but chuckle. He feels a little bad that the lie has gone on for two years already, but what else is he supposed to say to a kid who just heard her mother screaming?

“Hey, Night Terror,” you tug him closer, “you look lost in thought. What’s on your mind?”

Seungcheol sighs. “Just that maybe we need to invest in some good earplugs for the kids.”

You laugh, snuggling close to his chest while he wraps you in his arms. “Darling, I love the way you think.”

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🔮 preview.  “Fuck the house, I want you here. Now.” You don’t waste another second, grabbing his face and crashing your lips against his. His own hands find your hips, and within moments he’s pulling you onto his lap, growling into the kiss. It’s clear from the way that he’s touching you that he has no objections to fucking in the hot tub.

cw/ tw. Unprotected sex, exhibitionism, fucking in a hot tub, dry/wet humping, multiple reader orgasms, sensory stuff with the hot tub and heat, breast worship, fingering, cheol using her like a fleshlight, manhandling, some dirty talk, praise, breeding kink, finger sucking,. I petnames. (hers) princess.

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“Uncle Woo!” Hana lights up as one of her favorite people enters the house, and Wonwoo returns her smile, dropping onto one knee to embrace her.

“Hey, Hana,” he grins.

“They told us we were sleeping over with you but I almost didn’t believe it!” Hana raves.

“I got the guest room all set up for you two,” Wonwoo says, standing up while holding your daughter to his chest. His gaze shifts to Daehyun. “Uncle Mingyu and Uncle Vernon are going to pop by for a bit too, they’ve been missing watching soccer with you. I’ve got the game from earlier recorded, you could have some boys' time while I play princesses with Hana.”

God. You love Wonwoo. He’s the best uncle you could have asked for concerning your kids. It’s clear Seungcheol thinks the same, his grip tightening around you while his smile widens. You all watch Hana joyfully rant about playing princesses, and Daehyun is even smiling at the thought of spending time with his favorite uncles.

“Do you two have any special plans for tonight?” Wonwoo asks when there’s a lull in the conversation. 

It’s your anniversary tonight, and you definitely have special plans, but none you can discuss in front of the kids.

“Mostly just taking her out for dinner,” Seungcheol says, which is only half a lie as he turns to gaze at you with hearts in his eyes.

“Nothing too extreme,” you agree, patting his chest. 

Wonwoo gives you a look that tells you he sees through your bluff, but your kids are none the wiser, and - as it is with your ‘night terrors’ - at the end of the day, a few white lies to protect their innocence doesn’t hurt anybody.

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I see people saying that Silco ultimately had Zaun’s best interests at heart, but I disagree. I think HE definitely thinks that, but at the end of the day, actions speak louder than words. Silco didn’t act like a revolutionary. He acted like a wannabe Piltie who disguised his rhetoric with vague plans of rebellion and monologues 😭😭😭

Disclaimer: I love Silco! He’s one of my favorite characters in Arcane and I think he was a fabulous villain. Not quite THE big bad(that title is reserved for the institution of Piltover and its apathy and downright callousness towards the Undercity) but he was definitely a villain at the end of the day. No amount of “nuance” or “character complexity” is gonna erase that

Let’s start with the obvious: the fact that he fully planned on killing Powder before she launched herself into his arms and he realized how similar they were. I’m sorry, but in my mind, no one who’s willing to kill children is a revolutionary. Sorry. 🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️Only reason why he didn’t is because he saw himself in her. If he truly believed in revolution, he could’ve done youth outreach programs to get young people involved in protests, and given them classes on what to do/how to prepare for when the enforcers show up to shut them down. That’s a real thing that’s been done before btw. I know Arcane is fiction, but it deals with politics that mirror our real world struggles. If Silco actually backed up his claims of wanting freedom for Zaun, he’d do things like this.

To continue this, the creation of Shimmer. Silco claims it’s needed in order to give Zaunites the strength they need to fight back against Piltover. Which, again, I’m sure he believes that, but come on. Creating a monopoly on a highly addictive drug that permanently disfigures its users when they take too much is not the way to go about it. Modeling the capitalist system of Piltover is ultimately not going to help. Shimmer does make people feel empowered, yes. But that empowered feeling doesn’t last long, and when you come down from your high, all you want is more, more, more. So where does that leave you?

It leads you to living out on the streets, willing to do anything for your next hit. That’s what happened to Huck, and we don’t even know how many others. Silco never once expressed concern for the wellbeing of the addicts that he created! What kind of revolutionary would toss his own people to the side when they’re no longer useful to him?

Speaking of the drugs, why does he have children working in his factories? Now, child labor is a very complex issue. I’m from the States, so we’re generally (or we claim to be anyway) against child labor. In other countries however, children not only work, but they protest and fight for their right to work. They take pride in their work. So I don’t want to debate the morality of child labor. I wanted to bring it up for the sake of the argument. Let’s say that child labor is a cultural norm in the Undercity. That brings me back to my original question: why does Silco have kids working in his factories? Child labor isn’t the issue; it’s the kind of labor they’re doing and the level of danger they could be in. What kinds of things are the kids that work in Silco’s factories responsible for? Do they get equal pay to their adult counterparts? Worker’s comp if something happens/they get injured on the job? Are there even protections in place so that there are little to no injuries? These are questions which we can’t even begin to answer, because Silco never brings it up!

He never talks about the ways in which he sets out to improve not just the lives of child laborers in Zaun, their adult counterparts, or people in Zaun, period! He only ever talks about “the nation of Zaun” in the abstract. Never once does he sit down and ask himself if this is the best way to go about it. I’m pro revolution. I absolutely believe that the people of Zaun have the right to fight back against their oppressors. But, with the way Silco was acting, he functionally became another oppressor.

Let’s say he was able to make a deal with Jayce and secure the Undercity’s freedom without having to sacrifice Jinx. What would that even look like? What does Silco know about running a government? How would he address the population of Shimmer addicts he manufactured? You can’t just get rid of/stop the production of Shimmer and leave those people without support! It’s true that the air was cleaner under Silco’s reign. But “cleaner” is the operative word. Doesn’t mean it was completely clean. And if people in Zaun didn’t even have clean air, who’s to say they had access to clean water and good food? Did Silco ever do anything to address those issues or did he, along with the rest of the chembarons, acquire enough capital to tell working class and underprivileged Zaunites “fuck you, I got mine”?

To summarize, Silco SAYS he wants freedom from Piltover’s oppression. He SAYS he wants to give his people the power to fight back. But actions speak louder than words. I can’t think of a single action that Silco took that benefited anyone outside of him and those closest to him. Realistically speaking he would have been a terrible leader for Zaun, and it all would’ve fallen apart when he died/was killed for his lack of leadership skills. It was only a matter of time imo.

Did he ever truly want to remove the boot from the Undercity’s neck? Or did he just want to be the one wearing it? I’m leaning towards the latter. But maybe that’s just me.

[seasidepierre]

how about tink and charles blurb about the bee hotels - i feel like seb would be grinning so much about it all and tink would be filming everything 🐰

If there was one thing Seb that missed about Formula 1, it probably was the way Charles was still hanging over every of your words and moves. You’d just be breathing and he’d be there, thinking you’re the absolute best at doing so. It was hilarious and endearing, reminding him of how much of a sap he was back then when he met his now wife and the mother of his children. He must have been just as bad. You had arrived in the team right at the same time as Charles, only a few months later. Same age as him, young and full of life, unable to sit still for more than fifteen minutes, but with an overflowing passion that felt like a tidal wave most of the time. It had been a huge pleasure for Seb to watch you come up with ideas for the Ferrari socials and growing into your job, that he still sometimes felt like you might have been too young to be thrown into that quickly. There had been that sense of protection that he couldn’t have ignored when it came to you and Charles, which truly had meant more to you two than he ever thought it would.

Needless to say, on the rare occasions Seb came back to the paddock after his retirement, he made sure to visit his two favourite people and tease them to no end about their change of relationship status that he called for since they met, pretty much.

So in Japan, when an invitation was issued to the Ferrari lineup and com team to decorate and inaugurate the buzzing corner, you were sure to be up for more teasing, which didn’t wait too much to arrive because as soon as Seb saw you, he was on it.

“Tink!” He yelled at you, sweeping you in his arms to squeeze the life out of you. “How are you doing, little fairy?” “I’m doing amazing,” you giggled. “How are the kids?” “They’re doing great! Look, the girls made me bracelets!”

Seb proudly showed off the black and yellow bracelets branded with letter beads that spelled “Papa” which made you grin even bigger.

“Where’s your shadow? Peter Pan is still looking for it?” Seb smiled. “He’s coming, you know how he is with his hair when it’s not exactly like he wants it to be.” “Heh, he has to be handsome for you,” Seb shrugged, a teasing grin on his lips. “He doesn’t need anymore, he’s already secured the deal, we’ve signed a new contract just a few months ago,” you joked.

Charles made it just in time for the small drive around that Seb had organised, so he could proudly show the work he had done for his little buzzing corner. The bee hotels looked incredible and if you trusted the whole installation around, you knew you were up for a good time to inaugurate this new and special place. You took heaps of photos and videos of the Ferrari boys painting their canvas and bee hotel, made sure you had plenty of content to post and finally, finally, came to a stop when Seb came by to check on Ferrari’s bee hotel.

“You guys did a pretty good job,” he smiled at Charles. “Heh, we tried our best,” he blushed. “I feel like you had an advantage, because you had literal Tinkerbell to help you out,” he smirked and grabbed you for a quick side hug. “I barely did anything.”

Charles grinned at you, in that very Charles way he had when he looked at you and Seb couldn’t help laughing at him a little. It had always been so obvious, it shouldn’t have taken that long for the two of you to finally get it together.

“You do realise I made that happen,” Seb proudly announced, grabbing Charles on his other side. “You did not,” Charles huffed. “I didn’t lose so many challenges on purpose for you to look good to her, just so you could downplay it three years later.” “I beat you fair and square!” Charles gasped. “Nah, you won because I knew it’d mean Tink here would look at you like you were a champion,” the former racer admitted. “I also may have dropped so many hints that she actually liked you back, I’m surprised it took you so much time to finally understand!” “You didn’t know,” it was your turn to huff and blush. “I knew from the moment you two met.” “I call bullshit!” “Call it as you wish, but I knew,” Seb laughed. “Jokes aside.. I’m really happy for you two, you know?” “We know,” you smiled, dropping your head against Seb’s shoulder. “Thanks for taking care of us for that long.” “My pleasure.. Now.. Who’s gonna tell me why that prancing horse looks so ugly?” “Charles doesn’t know how to use a stamp.” “You said you wouldn’t tell anyone!” Charles yelled with indignation.

An hour later, the entire world knew, because the video was posted on Instagram, with a caption full of bee puns and with a picture of Seb and Charles together, of course.

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[vrisrezis]

Hii! I loove your Rocket fics if you have time I have a request:

I would love to see a very nervous crushing Rocket that just refuses to accept his feelings for y/n (female) and does anything he can to avoid showing too much interest (with the result that for all the guardians its kinda obvious that he likes her even tho shes the only one that don’t actually get it, cliché)

Rocket has done everything he possibly could. Any lie he could come up with, any excuse, any reason not to see you. He had kept up with this for so long today. Now, the issue was that he did this… all the time. The two of you were friends at one point in time, and while that still proved to be the case, he was noticeably more distant. You had assumed maybe you had done something to upset him, but you weren’t exactly sure how to go about dealing with the issue at hand, you couldn’t possibly think of anything you could’ve done to him. You were always a kind individual, especially to rocket, knowing his temper and how easy it was to get on his bad side. Plus, it certainly helped that you liked him in the romantic sense. You had never told anybody about these feelings, apparently. As your conversation with gamora today proved that.

Gamora was somebody you knew you could ask for advice, as she was the only true sensible one here. And when it came to you, she never judged you. Maybe it was because you weren’t as weird as you thought yourself to be, especially in comparison to the shit quill and drax ask her for, but still.

“Wait… so you mean to tell me you’ve had feelings for rocket this whole time?” she said in surprise, and you let out a sigh of relief. “Yes! Thank god you haven’t noticed… good…” “what do you mean, good?!” she asked, absolutely flabbergasted. “What!?” you said, unsure yourself. “I-it’s just! I don’t want him to know that I like him!!”

She lets out a groan. One of those groans she lets out when she’s done with the guardians shit, namely rocket, quill and drax.

“Why wouldn’t you want him to know that? Don’t you want something out of your relationship? Something more?” and to that you shrug, “I mean sure! But what if he doesn’t like me back? I’m pretty sure he’s mad at me! That’s what I wanted to talk to you about!” you explain, and to that gamora looks even more confused. “What do you mean? Rocket doesn’t hate you?”

“But he keeps avoiding me!”

And to that, gamora takes a minute to answer back before saying upon her own realization, “oh.”

“Oh? What oh?! What are you oh’ing at?!”

“I’m just oh’ing at the fact that I just realized you’re just as much of a moron as the other guardians.”

Meanwhile, rocket had figured he’d done a good job at keeping his feelings towards you a secret. However, quill proved to him on this very night, he was very wrong.

“So… y/n, huh?” quill says with a big old grin on his face, which only gets wider as rocket yells in surprise, dropping his wrench and quickly turning around. “What?!” rocket asks, clearly surprised.

“You heard me. So, when you gonna tell them?” he asks, getting straight to the point. At this, rocket groans. “How did you know?” he asks, not even bothering to hide it. This shocks the Terran for a moment, but what shocks him even more was his question. “What do you mean? Anyone with a pair of eyes can tell you like them. Way to make it so obvious even mantis can tell without needing to touch you.” he says with a laugh, and rocket suddenly feels extremely embarrassed.

“Listen, if it makes you feel any better they haven’t caught on, like at all.”

And upon those words, his ears perk up a little.

“However,” Peter lifts a finger, “because they don’t know, I’m pretty sure they think you hate them.” he shrugs before whispering, “might wanna fox that”

Rocket groans, putting his face in his hands. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” “Not kidding you dude, I have nothing to gain from lying, honestly your blatant pining is painful for all of us to watch. Just tell them already so I no longer have to suffer.”

“How the hell am I even supposed to-” rocket cuts himself off, groaning once again. “This suuuccks!!” “Tell me about it man, how do you think I felt when I realized I fell in love with a hot girl like gamora.” “Oh shut up quill.”

[planet-crait]

Okay so I lied I uh can’t find episode 6. Of anyone has help for that I would appreciate it. Anyways episode 7 does not have the intro and once again I am devastated.

It should be illegal to be that perked up on a Monday. Mondays are evil I have decided. Wait Hazel made a new friend? Dang it curse missing episode 6. Oh Jasmine uh she struggles to sing oh no. At least she’s proud to sing.

Oh Hazel. Fame is uh not what it’s cracked up to be. Is this technically cheating in a contest? Wait didn’t Timmy wish to be popular not involve Father Time? And Hazel being confused about the 15 minutes being literal is strange since that wasn’t her wish it was to be famous.

But also what’s the cost? If he offered a deal…what’s the cost? Fairy’s don’t usually have a cost or even a deal aspect it’s just wish then granted. Also we can clearly see their is hardly any sand in the top while their is quiet a bit on the bottom.

And I’m pretty sure later the watch looks the same despite have some 22 hours left so it’s a very odd choice to do this.

Also side note uh I had to break out a calculator to do that math and Hazel did it in her head? It I’m afraid of her power.

Wait is that squirrel supposed to be Timmy? Was he a squirrel at one point?

Wasn’t this guy a movie star before? Are they just reusing the not Timmy model or does he have two jobs and is working the grind? Not important at all I wouldn’t be surprised if they had to reuse models for stuff given the right budget but also it could be a commentary on the massive wage gaps for movie stars.

Hazel wears hand me downs. I appreciate that as someone with an older sister I always had those. Interesting she wears her older brothers clothes or is it just his shirt because she likes it and wants to feel close to him or she has to? Not important at all but interesting character thing depending on which it is.

Huh why did Cosmo become the interviewing girls mug?

I was wondering when the principle would appear again. Funny it’s this episode. I do like the show showing the haters side of fame even if it’s more over the top to get the point across. The more in the spotlight you are the more jerks come out of the woodworks. The kids all booing her is kind of hilarious though.

Wait they have a separate school for “famous” kids? What state is Dimedelphia in? Cuz Hollywood could potentially be in another state? I’m not sure how legal that is. But I’m also not sure if the legality of forcing all students to repeat a year if one student fails so I suppose that’s on track. I get they need to raise the stakes and give Hazel motive to undo the wish but it’s just. Well weirdly done for me.

Father Time has a boss? Wait Nick of time? Is she his boss? That doesn’t make much sense but who is the boss? I thought the point was Father Time was the ultimate timekeeper? How does New York minutes move faster than regular? I’m so confused about this.

Most head of her time? And mean. Not sure where that one came from lolz.

To help tighten up the script a little and to more organically bring in Father Time I would have had Hazel right off the bat with for her fifteen minutes of fame instead of Cosmo and Wanda changing it on their own. They’ve dealt with Father Time before and should know he’d get involved so having Hazel right off the bat wish for the fifteen minutes herself would fix that issue. Again I appreciate taking a different spin on Timmy’s wishes but for me I think the minor changes would help a lot to make it flow better.

Still not a deal breaker though just something to help out. I also really still don’t get the New York Minute thing. Is it a commentary on the fast pace of New York? Cuz other places are like that too LA coming to mind. Unless I’m missing something which isn’t entirely out of the question. The song was fun though. Onto episode 7!

[inolienkiki]

ok longpost incoming, because I just came across something very psychologically interesting but which will require volumes of backstory to explain. aita vibes if you like that kind of thing, maybe I’ll even post an update later. buckle up

my family

So, my grandma (mom’s side) is emotionally abusive. She’s been like this her whole life, as far as we know. It’s really hard for me to explain how or why in a few sentences, because it’s so vast and widespread that it’s hard to encapsulate. So instead I’ll just list a bunch of stuff she did, in vaguely increasing order of severity

- never asks for anything, but is confident she deserves it anyway. Whenever I’d visit her as a kid, she’d ask if I wanted a drink. If I wasn’t thirsty, she would continue asking multiple times, which left me confused for years- before I realized she wanted me to get *her* one.

- similar to this, she recently let her cat’s nails grow out for probably over a month. She complained continuously about this, and passive-aggressively blamed my mom for not cutting them— *several times*— but she’d never asked.

- when she had a dog, would repeatedly fail to clean up it after it had been in my mom’s yard. Once my mom got chickens, she would repeatedly bother my mom about cleaning up after the chickens (which, by the way, is barely necessary unless it’s really dry out). My mom got her multiple tools and gadgets to make it easier for her to clean up, and would often do the job herself despite disliking dogs (she grew up with 4 massive untrained dogs which is a whole other problem but whatever). Mom tried to be very clear about how Grandma needed to treat *her* yard and yet Grandma never took up these responsibilities.

- this same yard has really complicated xeric landscaping that my parents spent years doing by themselves. She’s made repeated unsolicited criticisms and demands about what she thinks, again, *their yard* should look like. After years of this, my dad decided he would start only listening to her if she made direct requests. He’s not forcing her to say please, he just wants her to *ask*. As a result of this, she started trashing him behind his back to her sister, her friends, her ex-husband, me, etc. Took me years to figure out he’d had it right the whole time.

- is very overweight. Fine, whatever. Feels immensely sorry for herself and clearly believes her weight is a problem, but does nothing about it, which is the actual issue here. When I was like 12, I would “make deals” with her where I’d offer to do stuff (move things out of her house, watch stuff with her, etc.) in exchange for her losing weight. She encouraged this and agreed to the deals but never lost any weight. This led to me having multiple breakdowns and fights with my mom about how they weren’t doing enough to support or help her. Turned out they had offered multiple times to make *all of her meals FOR HER*, AND PAY FOR HER FOOD, and she’d said no. Last I checked, she still orders a tub of cool whip when my parents bring her groceries every week or so.

- Speaking of food, when I was a kid I was very active in this project which involved avoiding a particular and pervasive ingredient that shows up in a lot of food, especially snack food. It’s made by cheap, exploitative labor and is super destructive to the environment. I was so passionate about avoiding it that I gave up stuff like Nutella and Oreos when I was, like, 8. My parents did too in support. My grandma never did, which, fine- but she’d *pretend* to. Like, I would tell her a product was bad, and she’d say “ok I won’t buy it”, and then I would go back the next week and there it would be and she’d gaslight me into believing I’d never said anything. Again, I was 8, so I believed her (especially because she often used memory issues as an excuse).

- very unhealthy relationship with her ex-husband, who is your typical Crabby Guy With a Heart of Gold. From what I’m able to tell- I wasn’t there- she’d (maybe intentionally) provoke him, then spend the whole argument screaming, wailing, playing the victim, pulling my (teenage) mom into it, then refuse to speak to him for days at a time. This happened constantly for years at a time, traumatized my mom, and destroyed her relationship with her dad for actual decades.

- She still pulls my mom into unrelated arguments. This has held me hostage for years now. I want to cut contact, but if I do, she’ll make it my mom’s problem.

In short: traumatized my mom, parentified me, tried repeatedly to destroy multiple relationships in our family, and now lives off my family and her ex-husband’s alimony while complaining constantly and blaming them for helping her.

If you need any other reason to hate her at this point, she’s also a bigot, repeatedly uses the r-word despite me telling her how disrespectful it is (which she pretends not to remember ofc), misgenders several of my friends repeatedly after I’ve corrected her, complains about queer people “making this decision so early”. I can’t come out to her, because I’m scared to, and because she keeps (for lack of a better word) *shipping* me with a close male friend of mine- who’s also 6 years my senior. We’ve known each other since I was 13 so obviously he has no interest in me, and Oh Also I’m Aroace.

the situation

Right now my parents are out of town for my mom’s birthday. While they were gone, they asked my mom’s close friend Katie to watch the cat. Turns out there were some things we didn’t know about Katie. This weekend she started screaming at her daughter for unclear reasons, got drunk, drove to my parents’ house and hid there. She was there for 1 or 2 days- (this is all secondhand information)- drunk essentially the whole time and not caring for the cat. Her husband tried to get her out of the house, but she wouldn’t go. He came back later with the police, who did absolutely nothing of course- they didn’t even notify my parents, nor did they inform my grandma, who lives on the property and was watching the whole time. Eventually he and my parents agreed that she had to leave, so they made sure she did (again idk how). Katie’s husband told us this was not the first time something like this had happened, he’s looking at divorce proceedings, and her kids were reportedly distressed to hear she was coming home.

This was hard on my parents, because (a) they had to get their neighbor to watch the cat on short notice, except she’s busy with work and her own divorce, so she’s going to have to bring him to a cattery on Thursday, which my parents were overall not prepared for, and (b) what the hell, Katie.

(You may be wondering why my grandma was not available to take care of the cat. This is, of course, because climbing the 2 readily accessible front steps is too hard for her to bother. She needs a man to help her. Yes, she refuses to climb the stairs unless my dad is there.)

So, tonight I was on my weekly obligatory phone call with my grandma- again, can’t cut contact- and we were talking about this whole situation. Then she said something very interesting. Something to the effect of: “you see how this kind of stuff can happen to women?”

To which my response was, “…huh?” And I reminded her that Katie had been harassing her daughter and clearly had done this to her family before. I’m not very close friends with her daughter and son, but based on everything I’ve heard, they don’t get along with her real well. Now I know why. They’ve clearly been keeping this secret for years.

But my grandma was comparing this situation to her marriage, which she’d never told any of her friends was having problems. She saw herself in Katie, who had recently retired, and who was “having problems with her kids” (at least as my grandma saw it… her daughter is hyper-independent and her son is trans and chronically ill… and they’ve been in this situation for years… yeah, not their problem.)

And it was then that I realized my grandma views herself as a victim of abuse- but she thinks being drunk, irresponsible, and volatile… *is* abuse. She thinks Katie’s husband coming to find her, managing this situation for years, and now starting divorce proceedings, *is* abuse. And I think this finally solidified it for me that my grandma accepts no responsibility.

[kiseichew]

Criminal Policies

Prompt: Kidnappers abduct the child of a monster. Summary: A small group of citizens have issues with Mayor Hirokawa's policies. They decide to take matters into their own hands.

Morita nursed his cheap beer sullenly. The news segment playing on the bar’s TV was droning on about one of the new mayor's policy pushes. He scowled as they confirmed yet another manufacturing plant would be closed due to the “clean earth” regulations.

He took a swig to wash down the taste of bile. The man could shove his tree hugging policies up where the sun didn't shine. “What kind of person spits on the hard work of his fellow man like this?” he muttered venomously.

“Politicians usually do,” said Kitamura blithely.

Morita sneered. "The previous mayor was a politician too, but at least he valued the community. Hirokawa," he hissed, "is trying to destroy our home."

"Gentrify it, I think," said Nishida. He laid his glasses on the table beside his glass, scrubbing at his eyes.

Ito heaved a sigh, chin resting in his hands. "If the people who live here can’t afford to anymore, it's the same thing, isn't it?"

"How is everyone doing?” Kitamura asked.

Ito pulled a hand down his face. “Still understaffed. Ex is a harpy. Didn't get to see the kid last weekend. Same as usual.”

Nishida’s oversized suit rumpled as his shoulders slumped. "It's been rough after they cut my hours, but we're handling it."

"Oh, yeah, after their main customer got shut down, right?" Morita commiserated. Nishida nodded.

"What about you, Morita-san?" asked Kitamura.

He shrugged with false casualness. "Still looking for a new job. Got enough savings that I haven't been evicted yet." He didn’t mention the shadier “side jobs” he’d returned to.

Kitamura clasped his shoulder. "We'll get through it."

Morita nodded. Kitamura hadn’t been as unlucky as the rest of them, but his support made it feel like they were all struggling together.

"It's obscene!” Ito burst out. “Struggling families and hard-working men are suffering because of him while he gives money away to loose women and their brats. Completely backwards!"

"It's disgusting that he's destroying jobs where experts worked for years and replacing them with cheap overseas labor," Morita muttered.

“It’s concerning that his political faction is full of unknowns,” said Yamamoto.

Everyone turned to him.

It was rare that the older man spoke, but he had been on the city council in the past and still kept in touch with those circles. His advice on upcoming policy changes had often helped the rest of them adapt quickly. However, this election cycle had caused changes too rapidly even for him to keep up with.

“Few of them are local,” he continued. “The previous staff were nearly all laid off, and the remaining survivors have a hard time dealing with the people Hirokawa brought in. Sei-chan says that almost none of them would have been hired based on prior staffing standards, and she’s concerned that those who had references come from out of town where it’s difficult to verify.”

Morita curled his lip. “So he brought in a bunch of outsiders to manage our city? Does the man even live here?”

“But why?” asked Ito, sounding distressed. “Setting aside the logistical problems of coordinating strangers from out of town, there's no good reason he’s picking people who don’t know a thing about the locale.”

Morita nodded. Ito was a high level supervisor, he would know.

Kitamura asked, “Does Sei-san know what the new staff are getting out of this arrangement?”

Yamamoto took a long sip of his drink before answering. “She isn’t privy to their plans, aside from witnessing that Hirokawa treats them more familiarly than he does the old staff.”

Nishida cleared his throat. “Mayor Hirokawa’s public residential address is within the city limits of Higashifukuyama. He sends his son to a local high school as well.”

“Wife?” said Ito.

“Passed away years ago,” said Nishida almost apologetically.

Kitamura hummed. "So whatever connection he has to these outsiders is most likely under the table." He looked at Yamamoto and asked, "Do you know where these newcomers came from?"

"All over, Sei-chan said." Yamamoto waved his hand in a circle to punctuate it. "No one place they can pinpoint."

"Everything I'm hearing about this guy sounds worse and worse," Morita said as he pushed his chair out from the table. His drink was no longer appetizing. "Any way we can get him out of the position so someone who actually cares about the city can take care of it?"

Yamamoto seemed more interested in his beer now that he'd said his piece, but Nishida contributed, "I looked into past news but couldn't find anything damning for him." He pushed his glasses up. "A private detective might find something if we had a direction to point him in, but at the moment Mayor Hirokawa seems too clean."

Morita snorted. "Bureaucrats are never clean, you just don't know where they hid their dirty laundry."

Nishida inclined his head.

Ito said, “If we’re sure he’s in dirty dealings, could we threaten him with it? Get some, uh, direct political action going?”

“It would need to be serious to get an incumbent to unlatch his claws,” said Yamamoto ominously.

Morita shrugged. “Why not just skip the middleman and threaten him directly?” Then he glanced around furtively, recalling they were still in public.

Kitamura looked at him with interest, then at Nishida. “He has a son, you said?”

— — —

Kitamura watched as Morita tried to drag the teenager into the warehouse. Despite Ito’s borrowed knife pointing in his direction and the bindings around his wrists, Tatsuki Hirokawa had stopped dead in front of the dilapidated building’s shadowy entrance. His eyes were wide with fear.

Unconcerned, Kitamura stood to the side. He lit a cigarette and took a drag before speaking. “Kid, we don’t want to hurt you, but if you don’t start moving again that knife might just slip.” He raised an eyebrow when the teen turned to stare at him. “We don’t want to hurt you,” he repeated. “We’re just convincing your father to end his term early.”

The Hirokawa boy made a muffled noise around his gag, but obeyed and finally walked inside meekly. He had been actively struggling the whole drive here despite the futility of it.

Kitamura envied his energy. Ah, how youth was wasted on the young.

He eyed Ito’s trembling hands. They probably shouldn’t have given him the task of threatening a teen when he had his own kid. Unfortunately, Yamamoto was the only one who frequented City Hall often enough to drop off their anonymous message without being suspected, and Morita was irritable enough that Kitamura wasn’t sure he wouldn't stab someone on impulse. As dangerous as kidnapping a politician’s child was, hurting one was a sure ticket to get the crosshairs of the law aimed at them.

The threat of it was best saved for a true emergency.

As Kitamura entered, he nodded to Nishida who had kept watch over the warehouse while they’d done the abduction.  The once-abandoned building, barely lit by the temporary lighting they’d brought and the cigarette ember dangling from Kitamura’s mouth, was still darker than the evening atmosphere. Despite its lack of use, the massive floor was covered with crates and whatever Morita had gotten up to in his extended free time. They attached the kid’s bound wrists to one of the larger crates despite his muffled protests.

Kitamura carelessly looked the arrangement over and took another drag of smoke. He had entrusted the task of watching over their hostage to Ito and Nishida earlier. They were more softhearted than he’d like, but they feared his influence over Yamamoto and Morita too much to dare free the boy.

“We’re heading to the bar on Red Noon Street to see when the news hits,” he said. He gestured with his head for Morita to follow. “When Yamamoto shows up, let him know.” He was sure it wouldn’t take long for the mayor to notice his missing kid.

— — —

Once Morita and Kitamura vanished out the door, Ito snapped shut the large pocket knife that had been foisted on him earlier. He swore he could taste vomit.

How did Ito get dragged into this? Resorting to child abduction was insane. But neither he nor Nishida could argue against it when Kitamura had come up with the idea. If they didn’t go with it, the other three wouldn’t have had a problem tying up loose ends.

Ito couldn’t imagine his own daughter being used against him like this. The kid was innocent. He didn’t have anything to do with his father’s insanity.

He felt like there were eyes in the darkness, watching him.

Their hostage made a muffled sound. “Shit,” he muttered, turning away from his thoughts to the Hirokawa boy.

He looked terrified, his wide stare flitting over the shadows. It looked like he could barely breathe past the tape covering his mouth. Ito’s heart ached.

“Hey, Nishida, are you gonna rat me out if I take off his gag?” he called out. The boy’s stare shot to him hopefully.

Nishida sighed. “Do whatever you want. We’re going to Hell anyway.”

Eloquent. Ito crouched, paused, and said, “You won’t scream when I take this off, right? We picked a pretty deserted place. No one’s gonna hear you.” Certainly no one would be wandering around at this time of night when those horrible serial killers were still at large.

When the teen shook his head, Ito carefully peeled back the duck tape to avoid ripping skin. The boy sat stone-still under his hand. After that awful task was done, he sat back on his heels, waiting for the last of the disgusting makeshift gag to be spat out. The boy made all kinds of faces in the process.

“Bet that tastes awful,” Ito commented. “What’s your name, son? We can’t call you Hirokawa like your father, you know?”

The boy looked uneasy, but answered. “I’m Tatsuki.”

“Nice to meet you,” said Nishida, probably automatically.

Tatsuki just looked at him weirdly.

Ignoring the awkwardness, Ito clapped the kid on the shoulder and felt a bit bad when he flinched. “Cheer up, Tatsuki-kun. We’ll let you go once your father gives up his position as mayor.”

“Ito-san,” called Nishida. He tossed over a bottle of water from their emergency supplies.

Ito caught it and cracked the seal. “You want it?” he asked.

Tatsuki eyed him. He waited until he received a hesitant nod, and gingerly helped Tatsuki drink from it.

To his surprise, the teenager drank deeply, taking multiple hasty gulps. Once he finally pulled back, Ito screwed the cap shut and set it at their side.

“Why exactly do you want my dad to step down?” asked Tatsuki lowly.

Ito’s blood surged. “The man’s destroying this city,” he snapped. “He’s shutting down industries that were standing since before the town was established, and now the people who worked there are losing their livelihoods to his idiot whims.” He’d stood and begun pacing some time during his rant. Nishida said something behind him, but his pulse pounded too loudly to hear it. “The nonsensical regulations he’s been passing are crushing good businesses, and instead of helping the families destroyed by it during this hellish economy he opens budget allotments for so-called ‘single mothers’!”

“Ito-san,” hissed Nishida.

He froze. Tatsuki had pressed himself back against the crate, watching him like he was a wild animal.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry, son. It’s… it’s been rough. It just makes me sick.”

A long silence stifled the air.

“So…” began Tatsuki. “That’s it? You don’t know about anything else he’s done?”

Ito raised his eyebrows. “What else has he done?”

Nishida interrupted, “If you know anything we can use as leverage against him, we might be able to convince Kitamura to let you go. Neither of us wanted you to get involved.”

Ito looked away. He hoped their cowardice wouldn’t get the boy hurt.

But Tatsuki was shaking his head. “You have to let me go before Suzuki-san tells him I’m missing. You can’t defend yourself against the kind of allies he has.” For a moment, his eyes seemed to glaze over as if he was looking somewhere far away. Then he focused back on them and said, “They won’t hesitate to kill you if they think you’re in their way.”

Instead of the bravado Ito would expect of a rich teenager threatening grown men, Tatsuki’s eyes were wide, earnest, and touched with a bone-deep terror unlike any fear he’d shown during the abduction.

Ito exchanged concerned glances with Nishida. What kind of man was Hirokawa that his own son was more terrified of him than two strangers who'd kidnapped him?

Nishida said gently, “We were careful to avoid leaving evidence. It’s unlikely the police will be able to track us down in time.”

While they could be a problem, Ito was thinking of Morita’s own suspicious connections. “Is he involved with people outside the law?” he asked. Nishida looked at him in surprise. But, between how the previous mayor had vanished without a trace, how conveniently the incumbent deputy mayor had practically been disqualified, and the fact that Hirokawa was involved with outsiders, Ito couldn’t think of a better explanation.

A shudder ran through him as possible consequences popped up in his mind. If they really had gotten in the way of someone even more ruthless than Kitamura, Ito and Nishida would be the first to go.

Tatsuki was speaking. “He’s involved with terrible things who will annihilate you. Something like that… It happened to my friends.”

Nishida inhaled sharply while Ito bared his teeth. Hirokawa was even willing to kill children for his political aims? That was insane. The man had to be taken down, no matter the cost.

The sound of an engine pulling up startled all of them. Ruffled, Nishida went to the door while Ito stayed beside Tatsuki. The seconds stretched on as heavy footsteps traced their way to the door.

“Yamamoto-san?” said Nishida.

Ito let out a relieved sigh.

“The message has been delivered,” Yamamoto said flatly. As he entered his eyes pinned Tatsuki, who must have been terrified at the new stranger the way he’d hunched into himself. “The boy is unharmed?”

“You think we’d have done anything to him?” Ito demanded. 

“Yamamoto-san,” piped up Nishida nervously, “we have reason to think that Mayor Hirokawa is working with a more dangerous faction than planned for. It’s possible he’s allied with organized criminals.”

Yamamoto’s responding glance was more dismissive than usual.

Ito bristled. “Look, we stumbled into something way too big for us. The five of us need to get out of here ASAP.” He glanced at Tatsuki. “We might as well let the kid go somewhere safe, too. His father’s a horrible human being.” He grimaced as he said this. It was cruel to say such things about a parent in front of their child, but based on Tatsuki’s words, he already knew.

“Where are the other two?” Yamamoto asked, focusing the full force of that icy glass stare on him.

Ito quailed.

“They said they would be waiting at the bar on Red Noon Street,” interrupted Nishida. He stepped closer. “Were you interrupted when you did the drop-off, or…?”

Yamamoto ignored the question. Instead, he said, “I’ll bring them back shortly.” He glanced around at the warehouse. “Convenient place you picked. Quite secluded.”

Ito and Nishida exchanged a bewildered glance. “You were here when Morita told us about it,” Nishida said.

Without a word, Yamamoto turned and left.

Ito blew out a breath and sat on a low crate. “What are we doing,” he asked himself, not for the first time.

Nishida was still looking towards the exit, his gaze distant. “He was acting a bit strange. But there shouldn’t have been anything during the delivery to distract him.”

To their surprise, Tatsuki spoke up. “You have to go. Now. That wasn’t your friend. He wasn’t human. And he knows you’re here now.”

Taken aback, Ito met Nishida’s eyes. Neither of them knew how to respond.

“He’s going to kill you when he gets back,” continued the boy. His face was pale.

Ito shook his head. Tatsuki must have deduced Yamamoto’s ruthless nature. They did say kids were good judges of character. “We’ll be fine,” he said. But… “If you’re worried, I'll cut you free so you can run if anything happens.” 

“Ito-san!” Nishida hissed.

He shrugged helplessly. Trouble was brewing. He didn’t want the kid to get hurt, not when he’d clearly suffered already.

“It won’t stop him,” Tatsuki said, but he seemed to have become resigned to whatever would happen.

Ito took out the distasteful pocket knife–his heart clenched at the flinch–and sawed carefully through the zip ties holding their hostage in place. He half-expected the teen to run for the exit Nishida was still standing in front of, but all Tatsuki did was rub his freed wrists.

“Thanks, sir,” he mumbled.

Ito patted his shoulder. “You can call me Ito,” he said.

Despite the horrible chain of events that had led to this, it was nice to feel fatherly for a moment.

The sound of two cars approaching ruined it.

Tatsuki tensed.

“Make sure to hide your arms,” Ito warned before following Nishida to the door.

“Yamamoto says the message was received,” Kitamura announced as he walked in. He was trailed by Morita, then Yamamoto.

The smell of burning tobacco from what had to be Kitamura’s second or third cigarette filled the warehouse. He took another drag, letting the cloud of smoke dim the weak lights further. “The news hasn’t gone public yet. Hirokawa might be planning to negotiate in private.”

“He’s already made a decision,” said Yamamoto.

In an instant, his hands were wrapped around the back of Morita and Kitamura’s necks. Ito stumbled back at the sound of gruesome crunches echoing through the warehouse. It was followed by the thud of heavy weights hitting the floor, then a long, tense second of silence.

Nishida broke it with a shriek and reached for the door. He had barely moved a step before a hand thrust through his chest with a bloody spray.

Frozen with shock, Ito was unable to move when those cruel, unfamiliar eyes turned to him.

— — —

Tatsuki flinched at the sound of an agonizingly familiar wet splat. He cowered from the human-shaped creature that had murdered four men in seconds. Its flat steel gaze bored into him.

"Your father is waiting for you, Tatsuki," it said, reaching out a red-soaked hand.

[anewkindofme]

Would love to hear more about little TK and Owen his caregiver dad in the little verse. I would love if you could share head-canons and maybe hear about the moving to Texas and how they transitioned to the new place and whether or not Tk tries to hide being a little and tries to convince his dad to play along? He wants to be taken seriously and seen as an adult, they already know the captain is his dad who he still lives with and think he gets special treatment When they first met Judd basically says and implies Tk is a daddy's boy, he gets special treatment and still needs his dad to take care of him. I thought maybe Tk accidentally call Owen daddy when they are at work and worried the crew might suspect he is a little. He is a little behind on millstone, independence and maturity/adulthood. Maybe Owen tries to reassure him they won't think that because Owen is his dad so it is his job to take care of him no matter how old he is that is what you sign up for when you choose to become a parent, whether their kid turns a a neautrul, a little, a flip, a caregiver, etc. Also, curious do you think Tk might be nerodivergent? Sorry for rambling I love world building part of the littles are known universe, it also why I love the omegaverse so much. Love your fics and love forward to reading them, I even read your fics where I have never watched the show:).

Ask me for headcanons on characters from my fandom list!

Hi there! Thanks so much for your kind words. ❤️ It truly means the world to me when people read my work, even when they haven’t watched the show! Never apologize for rambling, I love doing stuff like this.

By the way, this is one of my favorite TK/Owen scenes. I’m a sucker for pinching/squishing cheeks moments-thus why I include them in my fics often. This isn’t exactly that, but it’s close and just so adorable, especially as Owen talks to him like he’s a little baby. Also, the way TK looks all embarrassed but still rests his head on his dad’s shoulder. He’s just so baby.

Anyway, enough gushing, onto the headcanons!

So, TK couldn’t exactly hide being a Little. Classifications are sort of common knowledge. TK was less worried about people knowing that he’s a Little but definitely more so that they’d think he’d get special treatment, as well as not take him seriously.

He definitely tries to prove himself early on by acting tough and too cool for anything, as well as going above and beyond. The first couple of calls, he pulled a lot of dangerous stunts that resulted in him being scolded by his dad-full name and all-in front of everyone.

Owen tries to let him be as big as possible, but as you said, TK is a little behind on a lot of things. He does try to be subtle about it (like whispering reminders about going potty or putting on his pull-up before they sleep at the station).

TK feels bad that he needs all of this 26 years later on top of his guilt of all he put him through regarding his addiction. Owen promises him that all is forgiven and this is his job. Even if TK was a caregiver or neutral, he’d still care about him and want to help him.

Some of the 126 does give him a hard time at first. Not because he’s a Little, but definitely because he’s such a Daddy’s Boy. Owen quickly corrects it, which embarrasses TK at first but it does get them to stop. The flip side is, he can’t do anything without Owen hearing about it. Judd and Paul have no issue going to him about TK’s behavior (and Owen does the same for Judd, re: Mateo).

TK slips up and occasionally calls Owen “Daddy”, but only really gets embarrassed about it if he slips while they’re on a call. The 126 is family and he’s not the only Little on the team, not even the only one with a caregiver who’s also apart of it, so once he gets comfortable, it’s really no big deal that he can act a little younger, even when he’s big. On calls, though, he feels he should be professional. Most of the time, the victims are too focused on their own trauma to hear. If they do, they just think it’s sweet.

Though, I’m also now picturing this scene in a new light…

Owen: I’m not certified.

Karen: What about him? *points to TK*

TK: I’m gay, ma’am. And a Little.

The one and only time he’ll admit it in the field. I guarantee that Karen would be against Littles too.

Overall, it’s an adjustment period. One that takes time for TK and Owen to navigate.

I’m still trying to figure out what Owen does with TK when he drops but Owen has to work. In all my verses, society is set up to be understanding of Littles needing time off from school and work. But their caregivers obviously can’t get as much leeway. I’m thinking maybe there’s a system in place where the station always has one that will stay behind if that happens. I don’t know. Is it realistic? Maybe not, but we’re also discussing a world where Littles are known, so we can make it what we want!

Also, totally forgot to add, I can totally see TK as nuerodivergent! I totally headcanon him as having some learning disabilities (don’t ask me why but he seems very dyslexic and dyscalculia coded) as well as being autistic. Owen would make sure he has all the accommodations needed.

[1970s-yellow-kettle]

For people with BPD

I have a character in the story that I’m currently writing that is exhibiting what I understand to be symptoms of BPD. I personally have a depression + anxiety + autism combo so I can’t really speak on whether she may or may not have bpd. If she does display traits then I’d like to know if, as someone who is not a psychologist, I can canonically diagnose her. Furthermore, if she IS displaying traits of bpd, I’d like it to be done so in a way that doesn’t dehumanise her or make her feel inherently ‘bad’. She could be presenting a different issue entirely, another cluster b, or something else completely. I am open to all interpretations/advice as she means the world to me and I want to make sure she’s written the way she deserves. For folks that would like to help out, her behaviours are under the cut!

because this does deal with a mental health issue, tws for s3lf h@rm, su1cial ideation, mental hospitals, and abuse/assault (physical, psychological, s3xual)

Her parents had her when they were completely unprepared and they treated her more or less like a doll they could put clothes on until she became aware of the fact and started refusing. She was quickly labelled as disobedient.

When she was 13, her parents had another kid that they were actually prepared for this time, and so they adored her brother but not her. she was consistently forgotten because her brother was always the priority. her mother used physical force (holding her down, forcibly dressing/undressing her unless she submit) to get her to wear dresses or brush her hair in order to look presentable for formal gatherings and family dinners. Her parents denied that they were doing anything wrong.

in highschool she found a boy that seemed totally like anyone she’d ever met. She could rant about things to him for hours and he’d never shoot her down or tell her to shut up, mostly because he was too wrapped up in his own world to care. But she interpreted that as him listening, and so she thought the sun shone out of him.

They impulsively bought a house at 18, got married at 21, but divorced only seven months later after an argument following her husband’s claim that she was ‘too much’ became physical and she unintentionally broke his wrist.

‘Too much’ being emotional breakdowns/outbursts that he wasn’t equipped to deal with, bouts of self harm, drinking, talking about when she was going do die, not if.

she refused to sign the divorce papers and promised she’d do better and she didn’t mean to hurt him but when he threatened with a restraining order she flipped and cut contact with him completely.

she wasn’t able to ever keep a stable ‘normal’ job so she took up rally racing instead. She was very good at it and won quite a bit.

She had deep interests in botany but dismissed her interest because she was didn’t believe she would ever fit as a scientist because she just wasn’t ‘The Type’.

Instead she stick and poked drawings of plants on her kegs with fountain pen ink and a sewing needle

Painted in her spare time, mostly self portraits to rationalise herself and try and communicate all the things that she felt but could’t ever say.

while rally racing she met a girl (her navigator) that she had an on again/off again relationship with. It wasn’t committed because she didn’t want to get too attached to someone that might leave her again.

was assaulted by a man who she fought back against and hospitalised. She called her ex husband on a whim because she need that kind of support he used to give her, and he helped remove any trace of her beating up the guy, but then proceeded to drag her to a mental hospital.

this started a cycle where she’d be ‘nursed back to health’ and then discharged, only to sink back down again because she didn’t have a support network.

remained in a codependent relationship with her ex husband where she felt understood by someone who thought like her, and he felt wanted by someone that needed him.

After a brief polyamorous escapade in the 90s involving them and the rally driver girl, they came to the understanding that they’d always be there for each other and they could come and go as they pleased.

They did try their best but were still wrapped up in the idea that ‘no one understands us and no one ever will.’

My character ended up becoming the director of a small art gallery that accepted work from disadvantaged teens. And that worked well for her because every now and again she’d meet an artist that she could see herself in. Even if she couldn’t, she knew that they were benefiting from this service that she never had the opportunity to have.

though she was still all over the place it gave her some kind of direction and objection in her life.

Made very clear she was a threat to her ex’s attempts at a new relationship. She kept a very close watch on him until the woman he was pursuing got married to someone else.

frequently showed up uninvited to places and her ex just accepted her as a plus one. This also included his house however, so when he moved house he got one with two bedrooms, so if she was in need of it, she had somewhere to stay.

she is above all, self aware and trapped in a state where she does things and then immediately realises what she’s done. Often though she’ll just act out again in a desperate attempt to ‘fix’ it, usually makes it worse. She doesn’t intend to act out because she knows she shouldn’t. But she does anyway because she needs. Everything. To stay. Put. And. Stable. She knows people are scared of her and she knows that she hurts people, and she swings between wanting to just be loved, peacefully, quietly, and wishing she had actual claws snd sharp teeth so people have a REAL reason to be scared of her.

[daydreamerdrew]

some Shazam! Fury of the Gods prompted ramblings:

I don’t think I’ve ever really acclimated to Post-New 52 Reboot Billy or the current movie universe Billy so this characterization of him as wanting a family but not feeling secure it in is strange for me because I still think about the character primarily in the terms of the two main versions that I like.

I started out as a fan of TPOS!-era Billy and early on in the ongoing series Dudley makes an offer for Billy to move in with him which Billy declines, even though he likes and trusts Dudley and the superhero secret identity thing isn’t an issue as Dudley knows that Billy is Captain Marvel at this point, because he’s more comfortable living on his own, which he’s been doing ever since his parents died and then uncle who was supposed to take care of him abandoned him. And then later on he agrees to be adopted by the Bromfields because it would mean that he gets to live with his sister again, but he struggles with the loss of freedom and doesn’t think of them as his parents and didn’t have any sort of instinct to go to an adult for help when he had a problem because he was used to handling things on his own. So his arc there was about learning to be a kid within a family again and to not be so self-sufficient. That Billy never felt insecure about his relationship with Mary despite the years they spent apart and never felt insecure with the Bromfields because he grew to want a relationship with them after he’d already moved in with them and they’d adopted him.

And then I became a fan of the original version of Billy published by Fawcett Comics which sticks with Billy as a kid on his own and has him as essentially a mini-adult who has a good job and can comfortably support himself and there’s no expectation or narrative pressure that he has to adopt a traditional child-within-a-family role. Like Billy originally essentially never had a family because he was orphaned as a baby and then abused by his uncle throughout his entire life before his uncle abandoned him. And he starts out from there surviving and was himself in the sense that he’s the Billy that he stays as throughout the rest of his stories, he didn’t need a family to become the character we know. And then he fell into having a family through forming such a positive relationship with his boss and randomly meeting Freddy and Mary and making so many friends over the course of his adventures.

Post-New 52 Reboot Billy’s whole deal was that he was a part of lots of different foster families while wanting a relationship with his biological family. And because of those experiences he has to learn first to want the foster family he joins in his origin story and then to feel like he has a secure place there, which I think is a pretty different story.

And maybe, if the story that first established it hadn’t also rejected other core parts of the character, then this take on Billy’s relationship with family and self-sufficiency could come across as a progression from how the 90s reboot changed the original kid-on-his-own concept from the 40s, but as it is it’s just not the character to me.

[me-myself-and-my-fos]

Nic, I've been wondering, what were the first few months with giles like after the end of season 7?

I haven’t given it a lot of thought but I think they were very tense for Giles and liberating for me

I know the first week after, we spend a few days in LA (that’s where the bus was heading right?) as we help everyone heal and get settled. Giles is very worried about Buffy and the other slayers, but I strongly thing Buffy mostly gives up slaying to lead a normal life (I don’t really go by the comics and I think Buffy has the odd hunt once every few months). But Giles is very worried about her and how she’ll adjust to everything. I’d be trying to reign him in since he probably gets a little over protective, reasonably though. But getting back to England, it’s the first time we have any privacy or quiet in a while so the first thing we go is just crash on the couch and sleep

But the rest of the time is a little all over the place because Juliet was conceived at least a week after the events, the first month is us getting back into a routine. Giles is a little restless, and I think for a few weeks he calls Buffy and Dawn at least once a day. Meanwhile, I’d be living my best life because for the first time in almost 7 years it feels like the nightmare is over, that we don’t have to deal with another apocalypse or end of the world scenario. I see it as a new beginning, a fresh start, and I’m excited for it

Things are probably a little tense between Giles and I for a bit because I’m having a hard time understanding why he isn’t relieved it’s all over and we can just have a life now. And he’d be frustrated that we stop the First and suddenly I’m acting like monsters and demons don’t exist anymore (except for three days a month). I’m not sure how we resolve the issue, but it’s about this time I’d suggest he take some sort of part-time job teaching demonology and the supernatural

The second month is when I start getting noticeable symptoms that I’m pregnant, but Giles absolutely misinterpret some of them as demon possession since that already happened to me once (he suggests this time maybe it’s the demon for sloth since I’ve been so ‘relaxed’ since everything happened, this definitely earns him a spot on the couch for the night). After a few weeks we out we’re expecting Juliet and it’s chaos

Giles still trying to find some sort of mental groove for himself because he’s been so used to being Buffy’s watcher and helping her with the end of the world. But finding out we’re having a child? He hyperfocuses on research about parenting and pregnancies so we know what to expect. He’d also basically be telling everyone we meet that we’re going to have a baby. He spends the next few months over-preparing as a distraction before it settles in that life is good now and we can just rest

Meanwhile I’d be switching between pure elated joy and absolute panic on almost a daily basis. I’d be worried because I’m still a werewolf (and even though the end of the world is over I still look for a way to cure lycanthropy, with no success) and I’d be afraid of hurting the baby. But I’d also be so excited to start a family with Rupert so I’d want to start building the nursery even though we haven’t even been to the first ultrasound yet

It would take a while but we’d finally realize that life can be normal and that it’s nice to just settle down. We still keep in contact with Buffy and the kids, and we’re just relieved that we can all have a normal life now

[rramis]

RAMI RIAZ

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summary.

Rami Riaz, a Brooklyn native, works for AEW as part of the road crew, ensuring performers' safety. Despite his past as a gang member and drug addict, he is now sober and dedicated to his four-year-old daughter. Rami is a socially reserved but loyal friend once you get to know him.

basics.

name. rami samir riaz goes by. rami, raz pronouns. he/him home. brooklyn, ny birthday. feb 18th, 1993 age. 31 sexuality. straight / open faceclaim. zayn malik

aesthetics. black t-shirts, the scent of nag champa, bruised fingers permanently stained in paint, his daughter’s giggles, black coffee, seeing new places, feeling alive and the unforgettable burnt stadium popcorn smell.

inspiration. the quintessential somewhat reformed bad boy all romance authors love.

connections. (0/1) ex girlfriend and his daughter’s mother, the one that got away (0/0) friends (0/0) hookups past and present

full biography ( tw: drugs, gangs, mental illness and violence).

Rami Samir Riaz was born in Brooklyn, New York. With an absentee father and a mother who worked three jobs for little and had no education while speaking bad English, he quickly became self-sufficient on the streets. After joining a local gang when he was barely in his teens, he began engaging in petty crimes and dealing drugs to support himself. The streets were tough, and as a kid with unresolved anger issues, he’s still lucky to be alive.

As he got older, the crimes got more serious, and he began not only dealing drugs but using them as well. They were a bandage to his trauma, undiagnosed anxiety, and OCD. He grew paranoid, convinced the gun he carried was his only trusted friend. He lost himself for many years. His tumultuous past is filled with secrets and darkness he doesn’t care to talk about.

His rap sheet is long, as you can imagine. He spent a lot of time in and out of jail, holing up with random women he’d meet who were equally as distressed as he was. His drug addiction was coming to an end in 2020, to the point he was nearly stabbed to deal over a botched robbery. While in jail, he was notified his girlfriend at the time was pregnant, which turned his life around.

Rami is a complex character, torn between the light and darkness inside himself. His battle with resentment towards a world that was made to keep a man like him down is one he fights all the time. The charges were dropped eventually, mostly due to the silence of the streets, but he knew his life had to change. He got into rehab and is now three and a half sober and working on himself. 

While in a rehab facility, he was introduced to various job opportunities. He became close friends with welders who worked a lot with wrestling companies to manufacture wrestling rings. That friendship led him to get into construction and welding himself. Soon, he was part of the AEW team as a full-time road crew member. He is now able to see his daughter regularly, spending lots of time with her while still keeping himself on a good path.

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This muse is penned by Celine. I'm new to wrestling roleplaying but have been a fan for a while. After encouragement, I'm jumping right in. I would appreciate any critiques to help me better, but I hope you will still give my muses a chance.

[fairydust-stuff]

I’m re watching South park and now I have  strange ideas about a South Park and Glee fusion AU universe. 

Ideas for the adults. 

I feel like Emma and Sue would fit in at south park elementary. 

Also Mr Macky could use an aid and Emma is good at her job and her OCD makes her very organized. she often takes over when Mr Mackey goes off the deep end which he frequently does. 

I’m not sure if Mr Shuester would be here, he’d be the most likely to die in the Rainforest Shainforest episode or something. 

Also  Emma vs Sue  would be more interesting. In the pilot  episode Emma actually challenged Sue first.   In the wake of Mr Shuester’s death a grief stricken Emma takes over the Glee club and strives to make it the best she can. Also has a bonus she can help the kids deal with some of their emotional issues. 

No sandy Rhyson! Mr Garrison is him but written better.  also Ken Tanaka is gone because he only existed for a love triangle that is no longer happening. 

I have the weird idea Sue and Chef have hooked up before and its a running gag. Chef: That women is crazy but when the loveing’s good!” 

Sheila Broflowsky of course wants to bring attention to Emma’s disorder. Goes over board but she’s the one who causes Emma to realize she has to confront her problem. 

Emma probly hangs out with the south park mom’s in general might give them advice they completely ignore. At first she’s very reluctant because messes ugh! But over time she starts to enjoy some stuff as long as its not too messy. 

 I think Sue and Jimbo would be friend honestly! both insane soilder types with a shit ton of trauma! she loathes Linda because, you can bet the women called Jene the R word at some point and in Sue’s mind Eric is everything wrong with the youth of America today. 

Burt Hummel hangs out with the other dads since Burt is a guys guy. But there’s a lot of tension due to his obviously gay son and Burt has criticized most of the other dads for their parenting styles. Scotch and Stuart Mcormick get it the worst. 

I think he’s close friends with Linda Cartmen because  their the only single parents in a small town. So they have this weird bond. Linda can get too needy though and Burt tends to set boundries. 

Oddly enough I also think Burt is cool with Big gay Al who helped him come to terms with Kurt wanting a pair of sensible heels. And  Mr Slave (i’m convinced Slave would share a beer or go on a hunting trip).  

Burt would not like Garrison though he can put up with the flirting not with whatever the hell he’s teaching his kid!  

Sheila would be close with Rachels two gay dads and be happy to have another Jewish couple in South Park. She’s invite them over for dinner a lot. 

[timesnewreader]

I just think that 1) they look surprisingly similar 2) their goals match up so well and 3) there’s much room for brotherly angst and motivation and all that jazz. Like lovingly, Bakugo would be on even more freak shit if he also had an older brother to compare himself to.

Like Kunigami is older than him and just has wanted to be a paragon of hope since he was a kid and was always trying to be a good example for his little brother and of course Bakugo loves him, but it does mean he’s now on that younger sibling path to brainrot.

I think that Kunigami would be like significantly older than Bakugo, maybe like 10 years and so he’s graduating from UA when Bakugo is still really little. And he’s kind of been this shining beacon for Bakugo his whole life, and he tried to be as present as he could be while he was still in school and living at home.

But then he graduates and becomes a sidekick and he’s just got a lot less time for his family. And Bakugo is still himself and has always been teetering on the edge of his anger issues and superiority complex, so losing that consistent presence gives them space to filter in.

He’s defensive about his brother and how he’s still low in the rankings and he’s also insecure in comparison to his brother (oh the contradictions). Because even though he knows he’s still just a kid, its hard not to feel bad about yourself when your older sibling is doing incredible things. And as canon would suggest, the unfortunate punching bag for Bakugo’s ire is little baby Deku.

I think in Kunigami’s case I definitely think some of his canon insecurities carry over. I think that man for sure has like a super strength type quirk in one fashion or another, and it is very useful but it doesn’t give him the stamina or instinct or what not right off the bat. He does well through out school and even as a side kick, but he’s not blowing the lid off the whole industry. And I don’t think that’s what he wants exactly, he just wants to be a hero people can look up to, but he’s still an egoist when it comes down to it. And not being the best fucking sucks.

I don’t think he pulls back from Bakugo on purpose by any means, but being a hero is a demanding job and it makes you choose what you have time for even if it isn’t a fully conscious choice. I think he stills gives time to his family, but he chooses to prioritize his dream.

I think Bakugo definitely has mixed feelings about his brother at this point. Like he respects him and looks up to him so freaking much, and whenever he rarely stops by at home he hangs off of Kunigami’s every word, but he’s also really frustrated that his brother doesn’t reciprocate that interest and effort towards connection.

Things kind of come to a head when Bakugo enters UA, because most of canon remains the same and Deku gets one for all. But also, the slime incident still happens. And I think Kungami, no matter how hard he tries, isn’t there to save his brother. And Bakugo’s a kid, he’s older now but he’s still a kid and all he wanted in that moment was for his brother to be there for him and instead it was Deku who’s he’s used to dump his insecurities on for years.

I do think they reconcile as the story goes on though. There’s no way that Kunigami isn’t a part of the operation save Bakugo when he gets captured by the league of villains. And I do think that’s a big deal for him. Maintaining that connection is what really cements things though, because that takes long term effort. It means taking the time to be a part of Bakugo’s life despite the fact that he’s now a relatively big name hero. And I do think he’d help Bakugo to let go of some of his anger and both work to towards the dream of being heroes that can truly help people.

Well there’s my brain blast about all this sjfbjsnnnskejfj, it was purely stream of consciousness and it’s just my thoughts on what might happen so I’d be curious what other people think. I wrote this out at work over the course of about an hour so its not proofread and its rough as hell, but if I didn’t trick my brain into doin it right this second it just wasn’t gonna happen ajrhhwjfjwjfj Hope you enjoyed my rambling about two guys who look and think just alike enough that it made me go crazy go stupid ajdjajjfjwjfbb and thank you to @bittercoffeeonmykeyboard for enabling me and telling me this was a good thought anndjabfbsb

(Also ignore the fact that I called him Kunigami through this whole thing despite it being their last names asjfnnwnngnn maybe they’re half brothers or soemthing, but really that’s just what they are in my head so I called them that lmao)

Man I wish I could ever bring myself to sit down and write the things that I think about😫 I’ve been brain blasting about this AU where Kunigami blue lock is Bakugo’s older brother, but I just haven’t written it down!! The executive dysfunction is executive disfunctioning

[imaginesfordifferentfandoms]

I Have Found You

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Prompt - I have for the first time found what I can truly love. I have found you.

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You and Aaron had had a long week at work, each on separate cases but both equally as drained as the other. Your job saw you travelling to and from New York each day, working for one of the states best law firms, it was hard working your way up but you did it and now you were dealing with high profile cases day in and day out.

This case was particularly gruelling but it was finally finished and you had won. It was a small victory for the family but it was a victory nonetheless.

Aaron was working on his own case, he had been in Las Vegas for the past four days dealing with a serial killer who was targeting families. The unsub was organised, too organised, and more families were killed before they finally caught a break. From there it had been a matter of hours before they caught the man and the team was back on the jet.

Aaron finished up on the phone before dropping down into his seat beside Rossi who raised an eyebrow at him.

“Short of an emergency we all have Friday and Monday off, I don’t want to see any of you for four days.” Aaron announced to the jet, smiling as it was filled with cheers and laughter.

“So, big plans?” Rossi asked, smirking at Aaron who just rolled his eyes.

“I plan on doing absolutely nothing.” Aaron replied with a smile, already thinking of how great it would be to spend a long weekend with you and Jack, it had been far too long. He had already spoken to you and upon hearing the good news of your case asked if you could get two days off and thanked god that you could.

“I hear you, man.” Derek spoke up from opposite Rossi. “Four whole days of nothing but me and my girl.”

“What about you, kid?” Rossi asked, looking at Spencer who sat opposite Aaron.

“There’s a film festival I really wanted to go to actually, it's showing a bunch of different films in their original language.” Spencer told him and the grin on his face was enough to stop any teasing.

“Have a good time, pretty boy.” Derek smiled back, ruffling the younger man's hair causing him to pout.

Aaron couldn’t help but smile at the scene but as much as he loved this family, he couldn’t wait to get back home to you and Jack.

-

“How hard can cupcakes be, right?” You asked Jack, who stood on a chair in front of the counter. The two of you were staring at the ingredients that were spread out, not knowing where to start. When you suggested Jack make something for Aaron you were thinking more along the lines of a picture but when the kid suggested cupcakes well…you really wanted cupcakes.

“Right.” Jack agreed, grinning up at you.

Turns out it was harder to make cupcakes than either of you thought.

Aaron walked into the house, smiling immediately as he heard Jack giggling madly. He was quick to follow the noise but stopped abruptly as he stared into the kitchen.

“Daddy!” Jack yelled, quickly scrambling off the chair and throwing himself at Aaron who caught him and lifted him with ease despite the cupcake mixture that stuck to his clothes, face and hair.

“Hey buddy,” He grinned, turning his attention to you. There you stood, cupcake mix splatter on your face, in your hair and on your shirt. You looked dejected as you held an electric mixer, clearly the culprit of the cupcake explosion. “It looks like you and Y/N are having fun.” He said with a laugh, watching how you pouted up at him.

“We were gonna make cupcakes for you, daddy, but Y/N put it on too high.” Jack informed Aaron, giggling madly as he did.

“I didn’t know!” You defended, there was a reason you weren’t trusted in the kitchen.

Aaron’s smile grew and he couldn’t wait any longer to move closer to you, the hand that didn’t hold Jack caressed your cheek and he brought you in for a soft kiss. It didn’t last long, how could it with Jack laughing and making kissing noises, but the two of you pulled away with matching, love struck smiles before you and Jack began laughing together at the cupcake batter that was now perched on Aaron’s nose.

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight back the smile.

“Alright, alright,” he said, gaining both of your attention, “how about you two get cleaned up and we can all go out for dinner and then get some cupcakes, hm? That sound good?” He asked Jack who nodded with a grin and squirmed for Aaron to put him down. Once he did, Jack shot off to his bedroom and Aaron turned his attention to you.

“You can’t of thought that was a good idea.” He said as he wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning in to steal another kiss.

“The kid said cupcakes, who was I to say no?” You responded when he pulled away, giggling as he trailed kisses to your jaw and then peppered them down your neck.

Your eyes closed as you tilted your head back, giving the man more access and you couldn’t help but whine as he pulled away. The whine quickly turned into a laugh as he leaned closer and licked a blob of batter that had stuck to your neck.

“Go clean up, baby.” He said before kissing your head and untangling himself from you.

You and Jack were quick to clean yourselves up and soon you were all out the door and heading to a restaurant that you often frequented when you had Jack.

-

It felt like forever since you had been out with the Hotchner boys and you enjoyed every minute of it, no annoying work calls pulling one of you away, no looming threat of Aaron being called to a different state. No, just you, Aaron and Jack going out together, eating good food, catching up with each other properly.

It was wonderful.

“Cupcakes now daddy?” Jack asked as the waitress cleared the plates.

“Yeah, cupcakes now daddy?” You echoed with a smirk watching as Aaron playfully glared at you.

“Sure thing buddy,” He said to Jack, causing you to let out a quiet laugh. “Pick which one you want.”

Aaron couldn’t tell you who smiled wider when dessert was brought out, you or Jack. Both of you tucked in with the same hunger and he just smiled at the scene.

When you and Aaron had first met, it was to do with a case he was working on. He never expected it to blossom into this. The friendship was unexpected but not unwelcome and then before either of you had realised it you had developed feelings for one another.

You were quite a bit younger than him and he was hesitant to bring the feelings up, not understanding what you could possibly see in an older, divorced, single father.

That was the other issue, sure you knew about Jack but there was a difference between knowing about him and wanting to be a part of his life and as much as Aaron had liked you he knew he couldn’t bring somebody into his life who couldn’t accept Jack.

So the pining went on for months as Aaron made the decision for you that you didn’t want to be burdened with a child that wasn’t yours. And when you finally pulled Aaron’s head out of his arse and made him talk about the feelings between you, you could have slapped him silly.

Sure kids weren’t exactly your forte but you’d at least have liked the chance to decide that. From there Aaron had introduced you to Jack after the two of you went on a few dates. The two of you decided the best place would be out in public, a little less daunting and that’s how you ended up at the zoo.

Jack had warmed up to you rather quickly and you surprised yourself with how good you were with him. Eventually it was Jack asking if you could have a sleepover at their house rather than Aaron trying to explain that you might be there in the morning sometimes.

Aaron was so glad you had talked him out of his own head way back when, and as he watched you with Jack, he knew, not that there was any doubt, that he’d made the right choice.

-

“Can we watch a movie?” Jack asked as the three of you entered the house.

“Buddy, it’s nearly bedtime.” Aaron reminded him as he took your coat from you before taking his own off.

“Please daddy,” Jack pleaded, turning on the puppy dog eyes, “I’ll brush my teeth and put my pyjamas on.”

He looked at you but you were looking down at Jack with a soft smile and he couldn’t say no if he wanted to.

“Deal, teeth and pyjamas, we’ll meet back here in five.” Aaron said and grinned as Jack took off running.

“C’mere baby,” He mumbled as he pulled you closer to him, wrapping you up in his arms. “I missed you so much.”

“Missed you too.” You confessed into his chest before titling your head up. Aaron was quick to turn his head, leaning down and capturing your lips in a soft, slow kiss. When he pulled away he didn’t go far, resting his head on your forehead.

“Can’t wait to have you all to myself these next few days.” He told you quietly, fingers brushing against your waist.

“Me neither, it’s going to be heaven.” You replied, matching both his tone and the smile on his face.

“Daddy,” Jack’s voice pulled you away from each other and you turned to see the kid grinning up at Aaron showing his freshly brushed teeth and proudly wearing his Captain America pyjamas. “You and Y/N/N need your pyjamas too.”

“Of course we do!” You exclaimed, taking Aaron’s hand in yours and pulling him towards the bedroom with instructions for Jack to put a movie on.

“Really can’t wait to have you all to myself.” Aaron said again as he watched you pull your shirt over your head.

“Down boy.” You laughed, throwing the shirt at him.

Watching you undress made Aaron long to touch you but seeing you dressed in his clothes, sweatpants that were way too big for you and a college shirt that drooped off your shoulders was somehow infinitely sweeter.

“I love you.” He told you, pulling you close to place a kiss on your exposed shoulder.

“I love you too.” You smiled before turning around and kissing him. “Get changed.” You ordered.

“Yes ma’am.” Aaron laughed but did as you said.

Aaron couldn’t help but smile as he held his family in his arms. Jack was half in your lap and half in Aarons and you were sat flushed against him, head resting on his shoulder and your hand holding Jack’s leg.

The movie was still playing but Jack was fast asleep against his chest and you were pretty close to following. Despite that though, Aaron couldn’t bring himself to move and send you both to bed. Instead he tightened his grip on both of you, smiling as you cuddled further into him.

This, this was all he needed, you and Jack by his side. His little family, both of whom had been through so much. All he wanted to do was protect both of you and he would, god would he do anything to protect the pair of you.

You were one of the best things that had happened to him, he had known it since the day he had met you and he had known it two weeks ago when the team finished a case in California and he walked into the jewellers to buy the ring and he knew it now, looking down at you holding onto him and Jack.

He knew you were the best thing to happen to him in a really long time and he would forever be thankful that he had found you.