#Tired dad of the adventuring group is tired

[strawberryvanillablast]

Geno in Josuke's body: Can you guys not stir up trouble...

Geno in Josuke's body: ...For five minutes?!

Josuke in Geno's body: *whistling innocently*

Rayman in Giorno's body: *rubbing the back of his head sheepishly*

Giorno in Rayman's body: *sighing in regret*

[nerdygirlramblings]

Ren's adventures continue

a/n: the family pack is back!

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"How's training going, honey? They're not pushing you too hard?" Mum asks.

Before you can answer, Mama cuts in. "Of course they're training her hard. This is an elite group of soldiers. Only the best of the best to serve Queen and country." She looks at you with a gleam in her eyes. "Isn't that right, baby?"

Dad rolls his eyes at their antics. It's clear they're all crammed into the nest where Dad's been since the doctor seconded your moms' idea for him to be on bed rest. Seeing them together, knowing Dad's due in a few weeks, it makes you miss them all so much more. Just as Mum and Mama start debating the merits of your service, again, Dad says, "You look good, sweetheart. Happy."

They see your unconscious smile. You haven't spoken to them much since you joined the task force, too tired most nights for anything more than a few texts, but you had a light day and wanted to check on how Dad was doing with the litter. Now you have a captive audience and weeks of stories to share.

You mention how well you fight hand-to-hand, joking how an old schoolyard bully "wouldn't be able to lay a finger on me now." To prove it, you send them a quick video Gaz took of you getting Ghost on his back a few days ago. "That's my Leftenant. He's an 18 stone alpha!" They watch the video, and you track their reactions: Mum's saucer-wide eyes, hand over her mouth; Dad wincing at the thwump of Ghost's back hitting the mat; Mama's nearly-manic grin.

You leave out how quickly he flipped you and got the upper hand.

The video is followed by pictures Soap took on the shooting range, several weapons artfully arrayed around targets with groupings so tight there are fist-sized holes in some. "They're training me on some of the sniper rifles, Mum, so I'd be watching their backs instead of breeching the building." You see the slightest drop of her shoulders as she exhales and know she'll hold tight to that kernel of hope for your safety.

You're most excited to tell them about the records you've set. "And Captain Price was the one who put my name forward. Kept me an' my secondary gender out of it entirely, jus' my call sign-"

"Your call sign?" Mum says. "What's that?"

"It's like a nickname. 'S what th' other soldiers call ya. Mostly based on the dumb shit-"

"Language, young lady," Mum says sharply.

"Sorry, Mum," you mumble, heat flaring along your neck at being scolded.

"Leave the girl be," Mama says. "She's an adult and can use whatever language she wants. Let her finish her story."

You smile gratefully and mouth thank you when Mum glances away towards some sound in the house. "So call signs are usually something you have to learn to deal with because it's a constant reminder of how you screwed up. But not always. An' the guys call me Ren because I'm good at lots of things."

"A modern Renaissance Man, er Woman, huh," Dad comments.

"That's what Captain Price said." You look at your dad and blurt out, "I think you'd like the Captain, Dad. He reminds me a lot of you and Mama."

"So about those records?" Mama asks, redirecting your focus again.

You glance at your parents then dart your gaze briefly down, bashful about bragging. "It seems I set a few base records on the shooting range and with my speed. An', like I said, they're up with my call sign, so no one really knows their mine, but that's not the point."

Dad takes the bait you don't realize you left. "Then what is the point, sweetheart?" he asks quietly.

There's no mistaking the pride in your voice and the joy in your eyes when you tell him, "They make me feel like I belong."

He smiles indulgently, and a loaded glance passes between your moms. The conversation continues a few more minutes, and you get the feeling your parents want to tell you something but don't. As you say your goodnights, you tell them you'll speak to Price about getting a few days of leave when the new litter comes. The call leaves you feeling both lighter and sadder, though you can't articulate the reasons for the second.

After the call to your parents, you start spending more time in the 141 barracks. The call home made you miss being part of something, and when you spend your down time with your team, the ache inside feels less raw, the hurt less sharp.

The easy camaraderie of the gym and mess becomes an uncomplicated cohabitation of video games and movies and parallel quiet time. One night you find yourself reading on one end of the couch in the barracks' rec room while Soap sketches. A tremor runs through you; the team keeps these rooms far colder than you're comfortable with, and you don't have an extra jumper today. Soap catches you rubbing your hands together and gets off the couch, heading to a small footlocker in the corner. You track his movements as he lifts the lid and pulls out a standard issue olive green jersey. He doesn't pull it on as you expect but drops it in your lap as he returns to his seat. "Nae point in bein' cold, Ren," he says with a smile.

You return the smile gratefully. "Thank you," you reply, pulling the jersey overhead. As you sink into its warmth, you take a deep inhale, breathing in the scent of sunshine and fresh cotton. You appreciate the smell of clean laundry. It's far more pleasant than the mothballs you were expecting.

You glance at Soap, surprised to see unbridled joy on his face. "Everything okay?"

He nods quickly. "Yeah, Ren. I'm aces."

You continue sitting in shared silence until the others come in from whatever they were doing. All three men pull up short at the sight of you and Soap on the couch. Looking between them, you worry you did something wrong despite having spent the last few nights with them until heading to bed in your barracks. "Er, what's wrong?"

Price quickly shakes his head as if clearing out cobwebs. "Nothin's wrong, Ren. Just a little surprised is all. Didn't think you-"

"The lass was cold, Cap'n," Soap blurted suddenly. "Figured if the jersey wasnae 'nuf tae warm 'er, Ah'd show 'er where the blankets are."

Price nods absently. "Right. The blankets." He takes one more long look at you, gaze assessing. "Well, glad you aren't cold, then."

The solitude you and Soap shared sits uneasily now with the others around. Something's shifted. You can smell it, like a bite of cold air preceding a storm. You try brushing off the unease, but you can't ignore it. It becomes nearly oppressive by the time you head to your barracks, waving goodnight to the team.

Once the door shuts behind you, Price gapes at Soap. "What were you thinking, giving her Gaz's jersey without telling her?" His tone is angry, but it's betrayed by the concern in his eyes as he looks at the beta.

"She was cold," Soap says simply.

"Yeah, but, one of my jerseys when you could have grabbed the blanket?" Gaz wasn't angry about you walking out with the jersey. He seemed nervous.

Price points at Gaz. "Yes, that!" He runs a hand down his face. "Giving Ren Gaz's jersey when we haven't broached courting 'er could backfire spectacularly."

"Ye were nae here, Cap. Took a big 'ole lungful a' 'is scent and held it. Wouldn't be surprised if she wears it tomorrow night." He looked from Price to Gaz and finally to Ghost, who met his pleading look with a hard reproach.

"It was a bold move, pup. Don't do it again without us all talking first." He voices everyone's shared desire. "We want 'er as pack, as ours. But she's smart, and she's wary, even of us when it comes to being our omega."

Price picks up the thought and says, "If we want this, and want to do it right, we need a plan."

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[moondustbaby]

Somewhere Between the Pines

Bsf!Rafe Cameron x Bsf!Reader

Summary: On a family camping trip filled with summer sun and old traditions, You and your best friend Rafe fall into your usual rhythm—shared snacks, shared hoodies, and a tent that suddenly feels too small for all the feelings between them. What used to be normal starts to blur into something more, and neither of them seems ready to pull away.

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There’s something about camping with both our families that always makes me feel twelve again—probably because nothing ever really changes. Same lakeside spot, same plastic tubs of snacks, same old tents that smell like dirt and sunscreen.

And same Rafe, stealing my food and acting like he doesn’t do it on purpose.

“Seriously?” I look over just in time to catch him grabbing a marshmallow off my stick.

He shrugs, popping it into his mouth without shame. “You burned it.”

“I like them burned.”

“Exactly,” he says around a mouthful of sugar. “I’m helping.”

I roll my eyes, but when he starts tugging absently on the edge of the hoodie I’m wearing—his hoodie, which he handed me earlier when I got cold—I don’t stop him. He always does stuff like that. Little things. Like brushing my hair out of my face, or fiddling with the drawstrings when I wear his sweatshirts, or tracing circles on the inside of my wrist when we’re sitting close like this.

Sometimes I wonder if he even realizes he does it.

Sometimes I wonder if he knows I notice.

Later, we walk back from the lake, damp towels slung over our shoulders, my bikini top still clinging to me beneath his hoodie. The sun’s dipping low and the sand’s still warm beneath our feet, and when I start to veer off toward the campsite path, he hooks his pinky through the belt loop of my denim shorts.

I glance at him. “What are you doing?”

“Making sure you don’t get lost,” he says casually, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“I’m not a damn toddler, Rafe.”

He grins. “You’re small. You might wander off.”

I elbow him, but I don’t pull away.

As night falls, the campsite gets louder again—music playing off someone’s speaker, our parents dancing like it’s a wedding, kids running around with flashlights like they’re on some great forest adventure. I settle into the bench near the fire, legs curled beside me, and Rafe takes the spot next to me like he always does.

He doesn’t say anything, just puts his hand on my thigh like it belongs there. It’s not weird—not to us. But when one of the older guys from the group walks by and gives a look, I feel Rafe’s hand flex just slightly against my skin.

Possessive. Protective.

And for a second, I don’t breathe.

“You okay?” I murmur, low enough for only him to hear.

He doesn’t even look at me. “Yeah. Just… tired of people looking at you like you’re not already mine.”

My heart stumbles. “Rafe—”

He leans in, brushing the ends of my hair behind my ear like he’s smoothing away the silence. “Come on, let’s claim our tent before my dad makes me share with my uncle again.”

I laugh, but my stomach flips.

We’ve always shared a tent—always. Since we were kids. Two sleeping bags zipped together, his socks tossed in a corner, my flashlight and book near the side pocket. But this year, as we unzip the flap and climb inside, it doesn’t feel quite the same.

He tosses me a hoodie. “In case it gets cold.”

“I’m wearing your hoodie already.”

He shrugs. “I know. Just take it.”

I do.

We settle in side by side, the zipper half open to let in the breeze, the hum of the forest filling the space between us. He’s on his back, arms behind his head, staring up like he can see the stars through the nylon.

“You ever think about how weird it is that we’ve done this every year?” I ask quietly.

He turns his head to look at me. “No. I think it’d be weird if we didn’t.”

I smile, heart thudding too loud in my chest. “It’s different now.”

“Yeah,” he says softly. “But it’s a good different.”

And when I close my eyes, I feel him reach over, his fingers brushing against mine beneath the sleeping bag, warm and sure and steady.

He doesn’t say anything else.

He doesn’t have to.

A/N: cute little camping blurb i have so many ideas so expect some more postings soon 😊 Also thank you so much for all the love on my other posts!! ♥️

[keferon]

Maybe Family Can be a Fish Dad and some Foster kids, Part 1

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It'll be fun they said, Trailbreaker thinks, wrapping the torn strip of fabric around Damus’s hands. Wyatt hasn't stolen anything in a WHOLE WEEK, he should get a REWARD-

Trailbreaker takes a breath, tying a knot to keep the soaked fabric in place around what's left of Damus’s fingers. The 14 year old only had 7 left in total, and wouldn't appreciate Trailbreaker fucking up what he did have.

Windcharger sat nearby, staring blankly at the water below with one foot swinging over the edge. He'd wanted to go to the aquarium, and none of the other kids had argued.

Trailbreaker ruffled Damus’s hair and looked over to Soundwave, busy trying to keep Thundercracker and Skywarp from attacking Skids.

It wasn't Windcharger’s fault the tsunami hit. It wasn't anybody's fault their world had become water and rubble. Trailbreaker was in charge. It was his job to keep these kids safe, their foster parents probably long lost to the ocean.

There was a brief scuffle between the twins, broken up by a yowling cry from Ravage. The Maine Coon stood on Soundwave’s shoulders, hissing at the twins.

Skywarp huffed and turned away, but Thundercracker seemed suitably chastised by the cat. Skids seemed…tired.

But they were all tired.

Trailbreaker left Soundwave to it. He trusted his foster brother to keep the twins in line.

He was suddenly reminded of the fact that Soundwave had two little brothers who were twins themselves. They'd gotten adopted. Did they live in the city? Were they safe, or lost to the water and broken stone of their home?

What about the twins’ third brother, Simon? Was he dead or alive as well, and was that why the twins kept acting out? Fear for their missing family?

Trailbreaker sat down next to Windcharger and tried to ignore the fact that Soundwave was probably thinking his brothers, his real brothers, were dead, and the twins triplet too.

“You doin’ okay?” He asked Windcharger, scanning the 15 year old for injuries, something he could've possibly missed. Damus’s hands had been covered in glass and he hadn't noticed, nerve damage and adrenaline leaving the younger boy unaware until the blood made him slip when they were climbing over rubble, almost causing the 14 year old to twist his ankle on the broken concrete.

Trailbreaker couldn't let that sort of mistake happen again.

“I'm hungry.” Windcharger said softly, fiddling with the fidget toy meant to keep his hands occupied, to keep him from stealing things. The bright paint was practically gone from the plastic.

Trailbreaker winced, running a hand through his soaked hair.

They hadn't eaten in days. It was hard to find anything not soaked through and rancid. Not like any of them could fish.

There were fish around, but it seemed like those fish were more interested in turning a bunch of teenage boys into lunch rather than being lunch. It couldn't last like this for long. They had to get something to eat, or they were going to go nuts.

Using nicknames from a DnD campaign and pretending to be on an adventure only worked for so long. The sound of a renewed scuffle behind him as Skids shouted something incomprehensible at the twins behind him was testament to that. They were hungry, and tired, and scared.

They were all so so scared.

“We’ll figure it out.” Trailbreaker said softly, resting a hand on Windcharger’s back. It was meant to imply the group would stick together, but Trailbreaker knew that he and Soundwave would be making a plan while the rest of the boys slept.

They were the oldest. It was their job to keep their brothers safe. Their foster parents had practically drilled that into them, between the belt and the missed dinners anytime one of the younger boys broke a rule.

Their failures to be good examples made them bad influences on the others.

Trailbreaker couldn't afford to be a bad influence right now.

“What's that?” Damus spoke up, his voice trembling and breaking the silence. His burned face was turned away from the others, his single green eye locked onto something in the distance.

Trailbreaker stood, Soundwave next to him in a moment as they tried to spot what Damus had seen. A boat, maybe? Help, finally there to get them out of this watery grave?

Trailbreaker felt Soundwave intertwine their fingers as they watched the largest mer they'd ever seen swim towards them. He squeezed back, panic filling his veins.

“Get back.” He whispered, before turning to the other boys.

“Everybody get back! We don't know if it's friendly.” He barked, pulling Damus behind him with his free hand. “Just. Just stay back.”

The mer continued its steady approach, tan body breaking the water as blue eyes watched them with unnerving focus.

The twins pressed against his back, Skids in the corner of his eye on Soundwave’s other side. A clump of terrified children, sticking together even when common sense said they should've listened, should've left him and Soundwave to take the first blow.

Trailbreaker took a deep breath, and prepared to fight for his life. For the lives of his brothers

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I've got Brain Worms about these silly children. Everyone else is focused on Blurr and Swerve and I'm out here like "FISHDAD ADVENTURES"

Trailbreaker is Doin His Best but also he is a 17 year old boy in charge of 4 younger boys with only the help of a 16 year old and his cat. He's Going Through It. Luckily Dadwave is there to HELP and not eat them.

OOOOOOAAAAHHFJFJJFJG I LOVE ITTTT "Jaws" soundtrack: intensifies

Little did they know. This is what found family sounds like hahahaklfmf

[thedensworld]

Family Outings | K. Sy

Genre: Fluff, parents au!

Summary: In a family outing, Soonyoung finally able to make a proper thanks to his mother after trying to keep up with his sons.

Welcome to The Densworld Kwon Soonyoung 🤍🌼

Soonyoung’s life became a whirlwind of joy and laughter ever since he started a family with you. From the moment he got married, he always imagined himself as a quintessential "girl dad." In his daydreams, he pictured himself wearing a sparkly tiara, cradling a tiny teacup, and proudly sporting mismatched nail polish in the favorite colors of his daughters. He thought he’d master the art of braiding hair and join endless tea parties with princess costumes and giggles filling the air.

But life had other plans. The moment his first son, Kwon Yootae, was born, he realized he was destined to be a father of sons. And not just any father—he was made for this. The role suited him so naturally it even surprised him.

Got a kid who needs to burn off endless energy? Enter dancer Soonyoung, always ready to tire them out with moves no one asked for.

Need a little discipline in the house? Strict Soonyoung appears, balancing warmth with authority in a way that commands respect.

Kid having a bad day and needing a laugh? Comedian Soonyoung is there to clown around, pulling faces, cracking jokes, and doing whatever it takes to make his sons’ smiles come back.

“I could do this forever,” Soonyoung said one day, grinning ear to ear. “Raising boys is the most fun I’ve ever had.”

“It’s because you always act like you’re their age,” Jihoon retorted, deadpan as always, delivering a truth Soonyoung couldn’t argue with.

Soonyoung’s sons, six-year-old Yootae and four-year-old Gitae, couldn’t be more different yet somehow mirrored him in distinct ways. Yootae, the eldest, was calm and reserved, much like you. He had a love for books that made your heart swell with pride, often curling up beside you for hours, reading quietly. But his need for attention? That came straight from Soonyoung. Yootae had a knack for saying the funniest things or sharing bizarre, almost unbelievable facts just to make people look his way. And when he succeeded, his little face lit up, a perfect blend of your quiet charm and Soonyoung’s flair for the spotlight.

Then there was Gitae, your little firecracker. Gitae was the embodiment of pure energy, a whirlwind of flips, jumps, and splits that seemed to defy the laws of physics. The only time he ever slowed down was when he caught a cold—and you and Soonyoung dreaded those moments more than anything. You’d much rather have him bouncing off walls than lying listlessly in bed. “He’s like me on a sugar rush,” Soonyoung joked once.

The group chat was always buzzing with stories of Soonyoung’s adventures as a dad. One night, he shared an anecdote that left the members of Seventeen in stitches.

“You should see Gitae during family mafia games,” Soonyoung said, shaking his head in disbelief. “He’s just like me—so good at bluffing, it’s scary. Sometimes he gives me goosebumps.”

“Wait,” Jun interjected, shocked. “Did you just call your son a freak?”

“Well, he is! In the best way!” Soonyoung laughed, completely unbothered.

Raising boys had turned Soonyoung’s world upside down in the most beautiful way. It wasn’t what he initially envisioned, but it was even better. The bond he shared with Yootae and Gitae was special, filled with laughter, chaos, and tender moments that made him grateful every single day. Watching Soonyoung thrive as a dad, you couldn’t help but smile. He was the kind of father who made parenting look like an adventure, and your family was all the better for it.

"Dad, promise me you'll watch my drum recital next week," Yootae said, his small face filled with determination as he walked into the kitchen where Soonyoung was helping you prepare dinner.

Soonyoung glanced at him, smiling warmly. "Of course, I’ll be there. But how about you help me with something first?" He handed Yootae the utensils and gestured toward the dining table. "Set the table for me, champ."

As Yootae dutifully walked off to complete his task, Gitae was sprawled on the living room floor, eyes glued to a video of one of Soonyoung's dance practices. Mimicking every move with astonishing precision, he twirled, jumped, and hit every beat as if he were part of the team.

“Gitae, great move!” Soonyoung called out, beaming with pride as he caught sight of his younger son nailing one of the harder steps. Turning back to you, he leaned against the kitchen counter with a grin. “What do you think about him becoming an idol someday?”

“That’d be good,” you replied with a knowing smirk, stirring the soup bubbling on the stove. “We’ll send him to dance practice every time you bribe him with candy.” The sharp edge of sarcasm in your tone wasn’t lost on Soonyoung, and he winced at the memory.

You were referring to the night he’d given the boys candy—secretly, of course—before heading out to work, leaving you alone to deal with the sugar-induced chaos that followed. It had taken hours to calm them down and even longer to get them to sleep.

Soonyoung walked over to you, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. Sliding his arms around your waist from behind, he rested his chin lightly on your shoulder. “I’m sorry, baby. No more candy without your consent. I promise.”

“That includes donuts too,” you shot back, though your voice softened as his warmth melted away your annoyance.

Soonyoung nodded solemnly, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on your cheek. “And donuts. Noted.”

You couldn’t help but laugh quietly at his sincerity, even if you knew his mischievous streak wouldn’t vanish overnight. You were strict about what your kids consumed for good reason. You worked hard to ensure their meals were balanced, nutrient-packed, and beneficial to their growing bodies. Too much sugar turned them into tiny whirlwinds of energy, leaving them cranky and impossible to settle when bedtime rolled around.

"Yootae, don’t forget to line up the chopsticks neatly!" you called, glancing at your eldest, who was now carefully arranging the cutlery.

“Okay, Mom!” he responded, his voice cheerful.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed Gitae attempting to replicate a more complicated move from the video, almost toppling over but recovering with a laugh. Soonyoung released you and clapped his hands in encouragement. “That’s it, Gitae! You’ve got this!”

In the middle of dinner, Soonyoung’s phone buzzed on the counter. He picked it up, his face lighting up when he saw who was calling. “It’s Mom,” he said, quickly answering. “Hi, Mom! What’s going on?”

His mother’s cheerful voice filled the room, audible even to you and the kids. “Hi, sweetheart! We’re planning a little family outing next weekend, but this time, we’re keeping it simple—just in the backyard. Your sister is coming too, and we’re hoping to see everyone there. It’s been too long since we’ve all been together!”

“Backyard barbecue?” Soonyoung guessed, grinning as he leaned back in his chair.

“Exactly! Dad’s already excited to fire up the grill, and I’m planning to make everyone’s favorite dishes. You should come early so the boys can play in the garden,” his mom said.

“That sounds perfect!” Soonyoung replied enthusiastically, his voice a little louder than usual as excitement bubbled through him. “The boys will love it. We’ll definitely be there!” His grin widened as he placed his phone down, and it was clear he was already imagining the day—the laughter of children running through his parents’ backyard, the smell of grilled meat wafting in the air, and the warmth of family all around.

He turned to you, his eyes bright and full of joy, as if the plan had already taken shape in his mind. “It’ll be great!” he said, his hands gesturing animatedly. “A cozy backyard gathering, all the cousins playing together, Mom’s food, Dad’s barbecue skills—how could it get any better?”

You smiled faintly at his enthusiasm, but the feeling of guilt that had been sitting in the pit of your stomach all day now weighed heavier. The truth you’d been putting off telling him clawed its way forward, demanding to be spoken. You shifted slightly in your seat, the clinking of your chopsticks against your bowl breaking the silence.

“It does sound lovely,” you started, choosing your words carefully. “But I have a work commitment that weekend. I don’t think I can make it.”

The happy buzz in the room dimmed just slightly. Soonyoung paused, processing your words, before flashing you an understanding smile. “That’s okay,” he said, his tone reassuring. “I’ll take the boys, and we’ll represent the Kwon family in full force. You can catch up with us after your work is done.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, guilt tugging at you. “That’s a lot to handle on your own, especially with Gitae’s energy.”

Soonyoung leaned closer, his signature playful grin returning. “Have you forgotten who I am? I’m Kwon Soonyoung—master entertainer, expert dad, and barbecue connoisseur. I’ve got this.”

Yootae, who had been quietly listening, looked up with a hint of concern. “But, Mom, you won’t be there to eat Grandma’s pie with us.”

Your heart sank, and you reached out to hold his little hand. “I know, sweetheart. I’ll miss that, too. But I promise we’ll have a special day just for us soon, okay? I’ll even make your favorite pie.”

Yootae nodded slowly, his lips forming a small smile. “Okay, Mom.”

Meanwhile, Gitae, who had been more focused on his plate than the conversation, suddenly perked up. “Can we play tag in Grandpa’s garden, Dad? I’m really fast!”

“Fast? Ha! I’m faster!” Soonyoung teased, ruffling his youngest son’s hair. “We’ll see who’s the fastest in the family on Saturday.”

“And no candy!” you interjected pointedly, giving Soonyoung a mock glare.

He raised his hands in mock surrender, a playful smirk on his face. “No candy, no donuts—scout’s honor. But, uh, maybe just one marshmallow from the barbecue…?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling at his antics.

As the evening wound down, the house quieted with only the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the settling walls. You had just finished tucking the boys into bed, each of them fast asleep after the day’s adventures. Soonyoung lingered by the doorway of their room, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of their tiny chests as they dreamed.

“They’re finally out,” you whispered with a small smile, stepping away and closing the door gently behind you.

Soonyoung turned to you, his expression soft in the dim light of the hallway. “You’re amazing, you know that?” he said, slipping his arm around your shoulders as you walked back to the living room together.

You leaned into him, letting out a quiet sigh. “I just wish I could be there this weekend. I hate missing out on moments like these.”

He stopped you in your tracks, turning you to face him. His hands rested lightly on your waist as his thumbs traced soothing circles through the fabric of your shirt. “Don’t feel bad, okay?” His voice was warm and gentle, and the way he looked at you made it impossible to doubt his sincerity. “You’re doing your best. You always do. I’ll make sure the boys have a great time, and we’ll send you lots of pictures. You won’t miss a thing.”

The guilt weighing on you began to ease as his words settled in. “Thank you,” you murmured, resting your forehead against his chest.

Soonyoung wrapped both arms around you now, holding you close. For a moment, you stood there, cocooned in the quiet intimacy of the moment. “You know,” he said, his tone shifting slightly, a playful edge sneaking into his voice, “with the boys asleep and the house so quiet… we have a rare opportunity here.”

You tilted your head back to look at him, one eyebrow raised. “An opportunity for what?”

He grinned, his gaze dipping just slightly as his hands slid down to rest on your hips. “To remind you how much I love you,” he said, his voice lower now, the warmth of his breath brushing against your cheek.

A soft laugh escaped you, but your heart raced at the way he was looking at you—like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. “Oh, really? And how do you plan to do that?” you teased, your hands resting on his chest.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth as he whispered, “I have a few ideas.”

Before you could respond, he captured your lips in a slow, deliberate kiss, his touch grounding and electrifying all at once. The worries of the day melted away as you lost yourself in the moment, his presence overwhelming in the best way.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and his grin was unapologetically mischievous. “Feel better now?”

You chuckled softly, your cheeks warm as you nodded. “Much better.”

“Good,” he said, stealing one last quick kiss before stepping back and taking your hand. “Now, how about I make us some tea, and we see where this rare quiet evening takes us?”

You followed him, a smile tugging at your lips as you realized, once again, just how lucky you were to have someone like Soonyoung.

*

Soonyoung climbed into his car, exhaling deeply as if he’d already run a marathon, even though it was barely morning. Behind him, the boys were buckled into their car seats, brimming with energy and excitement. Their chatter filled the car, contrasting sharply with Soonyoung’s tired demeanor. The morning had been chaotic, to say the least.

Your work agenda had started earlier than theirs, leaving Soonyoung to manage the boys’ bubbling enthusiasm alone. Thankfully, you’d packed their bags the night before, neatly organizing everything they’d need for the outing. At least that spared Soonyoung from the added panic of forgetting something crucial amidst the chaos.

“Gitae, grandmother wants to see you in this shirt. Let’s put it on,” Soonyoung had pleaded earlier, holding up a neatly folded shirt. But his youngest had been too engrossed in his impromptu performance of Maestro, twirling dramatically in the living room.

“Yootae! Are you ready?” Soonyoung had called out to his eldest, only to freeze in disbelief when he entered the room. Yootae, still wrapped in a towel, was sitting cross-legged on the bed, a bottle of lotion beside him untouched.

“Did you put on lotion yet?” Soonyoung asked, stepping closer.

Yootae immediately pumped the bottle, rubbing lotion onto his arms with exaggerated slowness, his wide eyes locked on his dad as if performing under pressure.

Soonyoung sighed, ruffling his hair in frustration. “Alright, let’s just have a light breakfast, shall we?”

At the breakfast table, a simple bowl of cereal finally bought Soonyoung a few moments of peace. The boys sat quietly for once, munching away. It was enough time for him to catch his breath, gather his thoughts, and—most importantly—get himself ready.

As they settled in the car, Gitae wriggled with excitement. “I’m going to beat Leena in tag!” he declared confidently.

Yootae smirked, ever the realist. “Leena is faster than you, Gitae. And she has longer legs.”

“My legs got longer after dancing to Maestro. Right, Dad?” Gitae grinned, looking to Soonyoung for validation.

Soonyoung chuckled, shaking his head. “Sure, buddy. Whatever helps you win.”

When they arrived at his parents’ house, the boys jumped out of the car with boundless energy, running straight into their grandfather’s open arms. Soonyoung carried the bags inside, his tired smile widening at the warmth of his father’s greeting.

“Y/n couldn’t make it?” his mother asked, noticing her absence.

“No,” Soonyoung replied, setting the bags down on the couch. “Her schedule pulled her out earlier than expected today.”

His mother chuckled knowingly. “You got them ready all by yourself, didn’t you?”

Soonyoung nodded, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Good job, my son.” She patted his head affectionately before heading to the kitchen.

Not long after, his sister arrived with her husband and their daughters. The cousins immediately broke off into their groups—Soonyoung’s sons sprinting around the yard with their grandfather while his nieces calmly arranged their dolls on a picnic blanket.

Soonyoung settled on a bench beside his father, watching the kids. His mother and sister prepared the meat for the barbecue nearby, their laughter carrying on the breeze.

“Gitae looks so much like Y/n,” his father commented, nodding toward the younger boy.

“Everyone says that,” Soonyoung replied, smiling as he watched Gitae run across the yard.

“But he’s got your energy,” his father added with a laugh, shaking his head in amusement.

“I’m going to look like you when I get older,” Soonyoung teased, nudging his father.

His mother overheard and quickly interjected, “Don’t. Don’t be. Don’t embarrass your wife.”

Soonyoung burst out laughing, shaking his head as he helped his sister arrange plates and utensils. Despite their rocky relationship growing up, he’d found a sense of camaraderie with her since starting a family of his own.

“What’s it like having daughters, noona?” he asked, glancing at her girls, who were still engrossed in their dolls.

“I don’t get tired much,” she admitted, pointing out the difference. “Look at them—calm and quiet. Meanwhile, your sons…”

Soonyoung followed her gaze to Yootae and Gitae, who were racing around with their grandfather, Gitae screaming gleefully while Yootae laughed. He sighed, shaking his head.

“Getting them ready this morning was my biggest achievement,” he confessed. “It’s usually Y/n who handles that.”

His sister laughed, “They didn’t listen to you, did they?”

“Not even once! I told Yootae to put on lotion and underwear while I bathed Gitae, but when I checked, he was still sitting there with the lotion bottle.” Soonyoung rubbed his face in exasperation.

Their conversation was interrupted by a piercing cry. Gitae was on the ground, clutching his knee and wailing.

Soonyoung sighed deeply, already on his feet. “That’s alright, we’ve got you,” he said softly as he crouched beside his son, examining the scraped knee.

“It hurts!” Gitae sobbed, pointing to the bruise.

“I know, buddy,” Soonyoung said, scooping him up in his arms. “Let’s get you cleaned up. You’re my strong little guy, right?”

Gitae sniffled, nodding slightly.

The day pressed on, and the chaos only seemed to grow. After cleaning Gitae’s scraped knee and soothing his tears with a superhero bandage, Soonyoung barely had time to take a sip of water before Yootae tripped over the garden hose, landing in the dirt. Another round of comforting, brushing off dirt, and reminding him to be careful followed.

Meanwhile, Gitae had already managed to get himself into another predicament, climbing the low branches of the cherry blossom tree despite Soonyoung’s repeated warnings. By the time Soonyoung pulled him down safely, the boys’ shirts were dirt-streaked, their hair sticking up in wild tufts.

“I told you both to stay out of trouble!” Soonyoung exclaimed, his voice tinged with exasperation as he wiped sweat from his brow.

“But, Dad, we were just playing!” Yootae defended, wide-eyed as if the entire mess was beyond his control.

“Yeah, and I’m Spider-Man!” Gitae added enthusiastically, flexing his little arms as though they could shoot webs.

Soonyoung slumped onto the patio bench, exhausted, as he watched the boys dart off again, their energy seemingly endless. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a groan. His mother, who had been quietly observing from the grill, walked over with a knowing smile and set a cup of iced tea in front of him.

“You’re just like them, you know,” she said, sitting beside him.

Soonyoung looked up, surprised. “What? Me?”

His mother nodded, chuckling softly. “When you were their age, you were exactly the same—always running around, climbing trees, getting into every kind of trouble imaginable. I couldn’t take my eyes off you for a second.”

Soonyoung laughed weakly, leaning back against the bench. “That sounds about right.”

“You’d get scrapes on your knees every other day, and you never stopped moving,” she continued, her eyes twinkling with nostalgia. “Your father was just as tired as you are now, and I’d always say, ‘One day, you’ll understand.’ Well, here you are.”

He sighed, shaking his head as he watched Yootae and Gitae chase their cousins across the yard. “I don’t know how you did it, Mom. This is exhausting. I miss Y/n so much right now.”

His mother gave him a warm smile, patting his knee. “Of course you do. It’s always easier when you have someone by your side. But you’re doing great, Soonyoung. You got the boys here in one piece, and they’re happy. That’s what matters.”

Soonyoung smiled faintly, grateful for her reassurance, but the ache of missing you lingered. He thought about how you always handled the chaos with such grace, calming the boys with a single look or turning their tantrums into laughter. You’d have known exactly how to manage Gitae’s climbing spree or Yootae’s dirt-covered mishap.

His mother’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. “Don’t be too hard on yourself, dear. You’re learning, just like we did. And for what it’s worth, you’re a better dad than your father and I ever were at your age.”

Soonyoung chuckled, shaking his head. “I doubt that, Mom. But thanks.”

As he glanced at his boys again, he couldn’t help but smile. They were a handful, yes, but they were also a reflection of you and him—a mix of mischief, love, and boundless energy.

His mother stood, placing her hands on her hips as she looked out at the yard. “Now, go check on your boys before they turn that garden into a battlefield.”

Soonyoung groaned, standing up with a stretch. “Back to the front lines, huh?”

His mother laughed. “Parenting never stops, Soonyoung. But don’t forget to call Y/n later. She’d love to hear about how you survived the day.”

He grinned, already planning to call you the moment he could steal a quiet moment. He needed to hear your voice, to tell you just how much he appreciated you and missed having you by his side. For now, though, he had two little whirlwinds to manage.

*

“Hi, beautiful,” Soonyoung greeted you with a warm smile as you walked through the door. His voice was soft, and you noticed he was already in his pajamas—a pair of satin ones you hadn’t seen him wear in ages. They were expensive, gifted by you on your anniversary, and seeing him in them now made you suppress a laugh.

“You finally decided to wear those?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

He smirked, running a hand through his slightly messy hair. “Figured tonight was special.”

You stepped inside, slipping off your shoes, and immediately noticed something unusual. The house was too quiet—eerily quiet. “Where are the boys? I don’t hear them.,” you said, glancing around as though they might pop out from behind the couch.

Soonyoung raised his eyebrows, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Well… I intentionally—unintentionally left them at my mom’s. They wanted to have a sleepover, and since tomorrow’s Sunday, I figured why not?”

Your mouth dropped open in shock, and then a burst of laughter escaped you. “What? You left them with your mom? Oh my gosh, baby!”

He laughed along with you, closing the door behind you and grabbing your things. “Hey, they practically begged me. I video-called them earlier, and they seemed fine. Besides, they wanted to stay with their cousins. It’s good for them!”

You plopped down on the couch, still laughing, and Soonyoung joined you, setting your things on the coffee table. “Your poor mom,” you muttered, shaking your head. “She’s going to have a tough time wrangling five grandchildren tonight.”

“I know!” Soonyoung said, his voice full of mock guilt. “I even told her that, but she insisted it’d be fine. She’s a saint, honestly.”

You leaned back into the cushions, letting out a contented sigh. “It feels so strange to have the house to ourselves. Weird, but also… kind of nice.”

Soonyoung looked at you with a grin, his hand brushing against yours. “Right? I felt the same way before you got back. It’s like we’re dating again, just the two of us. But then I also started feeling guilty, like I was abandoning my kids or something.”

You laughed at his dramatic tone, turning to face him. “I feel relieved, but at the same time, it’s like, am I a bad mom for enjoying this?”

Soonyoung chuckled, pulling you into his arms. “If you are, then so am I. Today was rough, baby. The boys were a handful. I even performed a bow to my mom—the deep New Year’s bow we always do—just to thank her for taking care of me.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “No way. You didn’t.”

“I did,” Soonyoung said with a straight face, though his lips twitched with amusement. “I was that desperate. Honestly, I might perform one for you after this because I owe you for doing this every day.”

You laughed so hard your sides hurt, leaning into his chest. “You’re unbelievable. So, what was harder—getting them ready this morning or keeping them out of trouble all day?”

“Both!” he exclaimed dramatically, resting his chin on top of your head. “Yootae wouldn’t put on lotion, and Gitae was running around shirtless, singing ‘Maestro.’ I thought I was going to lose my mind.”

You tilted your head up to look at him, still smiling. “Well, you survived. And honestly, I’m proud of you, Love. I really am.”

He looked at you with such softness that it made your heart flutter. “Thanks, baby. But I think I’ll stick to choreography and leave the morning routines to you.”

You laughed again, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Deal. But tonight, you’re all mine. No interruptions, no kids.”

He leaned down, brushing his lips against your forehead. “I like the sound of that.”

Soonyoung's arms tightened around you, a playful glint in his eyes as he tilted his head to meet your gaze. “You know,” he began, his voice dripping with mischief, “after today, I’ve been thinking…”

You raised an eyebrow, already bracing for whatever ridiculous thought was about to leave his mouth.

He smirked, his tone mock-serious. “Maybe we should try for a daughter. I heard they’re way less frantic to raise. Calm, quiet, reasonable—can you imagine that?”

You let out an incredulous laugh, lightly smacking his chest. “Oh, so now you’re an expert on parenting daughters because your sister’s kids play with dolls instead of climbing furniture?”

“Exactly,” he replied without missing a beat. “I mean, just think about it. No running around, no wrestling matches over who gets the last donut, no dramatic performances of ‘Hit’ at 8 a.m.”

You rolled your eyes, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. “Uh-huh. And who’s going to handle the teenage drama when your calm, quiet daughter slams her door in your face?”

Soonyoung’s grin faltered for a second before he recovered with a sly smile. “That’s where you come in, baby. You’re the expert in dealing with drama. I’ll just be the cool dad who lets her eat donuts and—”

“Stop right there.” You cut him off, laughing as you poked his chest.

He laughed along with you, leaning down until his nose brushed against yours. “Okay, okay. But admit it—you’d love to see a mini-you running around here. With your big, beautiful eyes, your sharp wit…”

“And my temper when you don’t listen?” you teased, narrowing your eyes playfully.

“Exactly,” he said, grinning. “She’d keep me in line, just like you do.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head at him. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” he murmured, his lips brushing softly against yours. “But you love me anyway.”

You sighed dramatically, pretending to think about it. “I guess I do. But if we’re trying for a daughter, you’re taking the night shift for the first three years.”

“Deal,” Soonyoung whispered, sealing the agreement with a kiss. “Now, where should we start our daughter project?”

Your laughter echoed through the house, blending perfectly with the warmth of his embrace, the quiet night ahead promising nothing but love and playful chaos—just the way you liked it.

[goldfades]

Can we get a fic where dad joe takes his daughters out for bonding like it’s a weekly thing he always does💖

his girls are his entire world. every week, without fail, joe sets aside a day just for them—a little tradition he started when gigi was born and rosie was still toddling around in mismatched socks. it doesn’t matter how busy his schedule gets or how tired he is after a game; those moments with his girls are sacred. sometimes it’s big adventures, like a trip to the zoo or an afternoon at the park, but more often than not, it’s the little things that stick. pancakes at their favorite diner, movie marathons in matching pajamas, or ice cream runs where rosie insists on sprinkles and gigi spends half the time trying to share hers with joe.

it’s messy and loud, filled with giggles and sticky fingers and gigi’s high-pitched “look at me, daddy!” every five minutes, but joe wouldn’t trade it for the world. because these moments? these are the ones he’ll remember long after the football lights fade.

it’s saturday morning, and the house is already buzzing. gigi’s running circles around the living room in her princess dress, tiara slightly crooked, clutching a stuffed unicorn like it’s her most prized possession. rosie’s sprawled out on the floor with crayons and paper, her tongue poking out in concentration as she draws something that, according to her, is “a dinosaur but also a ballerina.”

you’re in the kitchen, sipping coffee and trying to make sense of the grocery list, when joe walks in, hair still messy from sleep and that easy grin on his face. ���ready for our big day, ladies?” he asks, leaning down to kiss the top of your head before scooping gigi up mid-sprint. she squeals, her tiny arms wrapping around his neck.

rosie perks up immediately, abandoning her drawing to grab her shoes. “where are we going, daddy?”

joe laughs, ruffling her curls as he sets gigi down. “you’ll see. but first, shoes. and no mismatched socks this time, okay?”

you watch the scene unfold, leaning against the counter with a soft smile. it’s the same every week—joe carving out time for just him and the girls, something he started when gigi was barely walking and rosie still thought glitter glue was a food group. it’s their thing, and even though he never tells you the plan ahead of time, you know it’s always going to be something special.

as rosie scrambles to find her sneakers and gigi starts babbling about how she has to bring her unicorn along, joe looks over at you with that familiar glint in his eye. “think we’ll survive?”

you smirk, raising your mug in a mock toast. “barely. good luck out there.”

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[30somethingautisticteacher]

Buck and a very pregnant Tommy go to Pride 🌈

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"Sweetheart, are you sure you want to go?" Buck asked. "It's hot, you're exhausted, and you're 41 weeks pregnant."

"I know all of those things, but that's exactly why I want to go," Tommy replied, adjusting his crop top in the blues and greens of the gay men's flag. "I'm going to induce this labor, so we're going to enjoy a parade, buy a bunch of rainbow baby stuff, and walk my pregnant ass around Pride."

Buck watched as Tommy admired his reflection. The vibrant crop top showcased the carefully painted rainbow spread across his very prominent baby bump, paired with denim shorts that had seen better days.

"Okay, if you're sure," Buck replied cautiously, tugging at his own shirt that proudly proclaimed "Jesus Had 2 Dads" while smoothing down his tie-dyed bi flag shorts.

Secretly, Buck had only agreed to this adventure because they were going with two trained paramedics.

"Alright, are you ready to go meet up with everyone?" Buck asked, watching Tommy struggle to bend over.

"Evan," Tommy sighed, "I need you to put my shoes on," he admitted sheepishly.

Buck kissed his forehead tenderly and knelt down without hesitation.

When they arrived downtown, they quickly spotted their group decked out in Pride gear. Buck's face lit up when he saw that Jee was wearing a rainbow tutu and Nash was sporting a shirt that read "I Love My Guncles."

The kids were perched on the stoop with a camping chair strategically positioned next to them. Tommy groaned when he spotted it.

"Seriously?"

"Yep," all the other adults chimed in unison, grinning.

"Fine," Tommy said, shaking his head with a reluctant smile.

As the parade kicked off, the kids bounced excitedly, clapping at the colorful floats and dancing to the cheerful music. Tommy cheered especially loud when the male carrier float passed by, waving enthusiastically.

Someone on the float spotted his bump and pointed, grinning and giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up.

When the parade wrapped up, the group began exploring the different vendor booths. Buck and Tommy both burst out laughing as they purchased a coffee mug that read, "Bi the Way, I'm Not Just an Ally."

The group wandered up and down the rows of booths as Tommy grew more tired and exasperated, and their wallets became considerably lighter. They stopped to listen to some live music, and Tommy had them all on the lookout for the turkey leg that he had seen someone devouring earlier.

Finally, they all decided it was time to call it a day and head to their respective homes. After a round of hugs, Hen assured Tommy that the baby would be there before he knew it. Tommy just barely stopped himself from scoffing. He felt like he had been pregnant for an eternity.

As they walked into the coolness of their air-conditioned house, Buck started to speak. "Well, at least we had fu—" was all he got out before Tommy pounced on him, pushing him up against the wall and planting a bruising kiss on his lips.

"Whoa, slow down," Buck said with a chuckle.

"Nope," Tommy replied breathlessly. "Evan, we are getting this kid out of me, and you and I both know the best way to induce labor." He yanked Buck toward their bedroom, nearly pulling his arm out of its socket.

They had been intimate for less than ten minutes when they felt a wetness between them.

"Did you?" Buck asked breathlessly.

"No. You?" Tommy replied, equally confused.

Buck shook his head. Tommy pulled himself up from the bed, eyes wide with realization.

"It's baby time!"

Fifteen hours later, their son was born healthy and perfect. And if everyone wanted to believe that Pride was what finally jumpstarted Tommy's labor, well, that was their little secret.

[americas-ass-writing]

Happy Ending

Steve Rogers x reader

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: some swear words

A/N: For @fluffystevefest last day (it went by so fast)! Thank you for doing this 🥰

I wrote this on my phone so there will probably be mistakes 😅

Devider by @saradika-graphics

Happy endings were something from fairytales. The real life didn't offer this. Steve would know. Every single piece of happiness was taken from him after way too short. His dad, his mom soon after, Bucky (who luckily returned to him), his own life. After trying to reclaim what he could of his life things looked better. He had friends, a found family, a sense of purpose... only for it to be taken far too soon. After the fight with Thanos everyone went their separate ways. Tony quit to be with his family, Natasha went on a lengthy solo mission. Sam and Bucky went on their own adventures after Steve gave the shield to Sam, too tired to continue being cap. Being someone he just isn't anymore. Thor went back to new Asgard. Bruce went to California. Which leaves Steve alone in New York. Alone to pick up the shambles of his and everyone else's life. Alone.

The only social contacts he has are Peter when he needs help with his history homework, the old man from across the hall who bakes too much and gives Steve some sweet treats every sunday and the stray cats in the alley behind the building that he feeds. And theres the people from the therapy group he leads... And of course the people on the street who absolutely seem to hate him and love to let him know.

Do his neighbors to the left that constantly fight so loud he hears every word count? Steve sighs as he hears then fight once more and he isn't strong enough to hold himself back. "Fucking finally break. up! The building is sick and tired of you two fighting! Move out!" He barks against the wall. Against the picture of him and his friends... who kind of broke up. No more avengers... No more found family. Steve blinks at the picture and mutters a sorry before someone bangs on his door. Great! It's probably the asshole from next door.

With another sigh he goes to open the door. The angry gnome from next door stops in his tracks, the red falling from his face faster than his eyes grow the size of dinner plates because of all people it was the ex captain America that just told him to fucking break up. "Uh..." Steve rolls his eyes at the stammering. "Listen, sorry for the profanities but damn I'm so annoyed at your constant fighting. Keep it down or I'll complain to the building manager." He says, his tone serious and the gnome nods as if Steve just gave him an order... Well maybe he did. Steves eyes flutter to the poor girlfriend who stands in the doorframe. She's cute. "You deserve better." Is all he says before he turns around, catches a glimpse of the old man, Stanley, across the hall and closes the door. He lets out another sigh and crawls back onto the couch. Silence at last... At least in his environment..his head is loud as ever as his eyes fall back on the picture of his found family. Maybe he should go visit Tony. Or maybe Clint on the farm? Maybe he could guilt trip them all to see him for his birthday? He purses his lips and is about to text them when there's a gentle knock on his door. He swears if it's that gnome again he'll punch him into the next century.

As Steve opens the door he's met with the most beautiful woman he's every seen. His eyes grow wider and his mouth opens slightly. "H...Hi! You don't know me, I just moved in on the other side of the loud apartment... I just uh... Thank you for making them shut up?" You give him and unsure smile and all he can do is nod and stare. Which makes you nervous. "I uh... I had the night shift and I should sleep but they were so loud I couldn't. I already knocked against the wall but that didn't stop them. So thank you again!" You ramble on, nervously wringing your hands. Something makes Steve snap out of it. "Oh! No problem... They annoy me a lot too, although I don't have... work..." He offers awkwardly and then he holds out his hand. "I'm Steve" you smile softly at that and put your hand in his, offering your name. He softly shakes it and maybe holds it for a bit too long, not that any of you care.

"I should let you get back to sleep. Night shift sounds awful. Exhausting job?" He asks with an easy smile. "Sometimes? It's just exhausting when you have the night shift immediately after your move to scream town" he chuckles at your joke, which makes your insides release thousands of butterflies. "Yeah I think the building manager makes them leave for showings. They didn't scream for mine or for Stan's showing" he points to the door across from him and you immediately know that that must be where Stan lives. "They probably do or they'd have an empty floor" you joke and there's another sweet chuckle. "I uh... Thanks again, I'll leave you to it." You say before he can answer and give him a sweet smile and a small wave before heading back to your apartment. Steves heart flutters as he watches you leave. Did screaming at the gnome just introduce him to the sweetest human alive? He closes his door after you've entered your apartment. With a new pep in his step he goes to his phone and reaches out to his friends.

It's just a couple of days later when you knock on his door again. He's surprised to see you but oh so happy. "Hey sorry if I'm disturbing you" he smiles and shakes his head, urging you to go on. "I... That'll sound like I'm a creep but I uh... I saw you feed the strays and I wanted to bring you some food for them." You hold up the bag of food and Steve smiles sweetly. "Yeah... I started feeding them when I moved in. Can't have 3 cats though and I can't just take one. Would be a shame to separate them" he says as he takes the bag from you and thanks you sweetly. "Yeah it would be... They're so cute though" you gush and he smiles even more. "Hey uh... Wanna come in? Stan made too much cake and gave me like half of it... We could share?" You immediately nod and give him a shy smile. "I'd love that" Steve beams at that and let's you in. As you sit down he gets some tea for the both of you and gives you some cake.

One slice of cake turned into two. That turned into dinner and dinner turned into the two of you kissing on his couch. Kissing on his couch turned into a beautiful relationship filled with love and laughter. Steve has never been happier and he vowed to the universe to give everything in his power to not lose you. And whoever in the universe listened fulfilled his wish. A short engagement led to a beautiful outdoor wedding on Tony's property with everyone from his found family showing up. The two of you bought a house and moved in together with the 3 strays that you just couldn't leave behind. And your little family soon grew to a family of 7 when you got pregnant with twins.

Steve has never been prouder to carry a title then the title of daddy. Little chubby hands around his finger, big eyes taking in the wonder of the world and your beautiful smile as you're watching him with your little ones.

If Steve would have to describe a happy ending it would be this. You, his little ones and the 3 cats.

[inc0mple]

So like. THEORETICALLY. If I were to start a Webtoon. Which of these would you most like to see?

(poll at bottom of page)

Your options:

🍋

A warm, summer-y Slice of Life about two girlfriends who move down south to start their lives together. Low stakes story with a lot of fluff and humor, depicting these characters as they adjust to their new life, make time for each other, and take in some stray cats. Warm, citrus-y color palette. Fun story but not a lot of opportunity for depth.

Complexity of story: Low stakes, not a very complex story at all (slice of life)

Ease on Inco: Very

Characters: Fun and entertaining, diverse cast

Length: As long as it needs to be, considering it is slice of life

LGBTQ+ romance, fluffy, humorous, cats

🚀

A coming of age story about a teenage boy who has moved to a city with his mother after the death of his dad. He gets a job at an old space-themed diner and comes to know a group of teenagers who also work there, indulging in each of their unique stories until finally he works up the courage to attribute the same amount of care to his own life. A balance of humor and deeper moments with a core idea of friendship and learning to accept yourself.

Complexity of story: Coming of age so it is complex but not a huge adventure per se. Very emotional and evocative

Ease on Inco: Somewhat

Characters: A mix of fun and supportive, and emotional. This story highlights diverse and complex teenage characters

Length: Around 30 episodes

LGBTQ+ romance, coming of age, themes of friendship, poetic story

🪶

A retelling of the Greek myth of Icarus and his father Daedalus, a play in which Daedalus is haunted by the vengeful, winged, crow-like spirit of a boy he once killed---a boy who was his apprentice, until Daedalus became overcome with jealousy. The spirit thinks to kill Daedalus's son in the same way he himself died to make the old man pay... until he falls in love with Icarus.

Complexity of story: Quite; would be a satisfying plot. This story is most like Keys Are People Too in terms of the type of story it is as well as vibes

Ease on Inco: More commitment required

Characters: Need more fleshing out but they would be very deep and have complicated relationships and motivations. Would torture these guys.

Length: Probably around 60 episodes

LGBTQ+ romance, Greek mythology retelling, dramatic plot, both fluff and angst

⚙️

Murder mystery!! In a steampunk, fantasy world, a cast of interesting characters travelling on an airship is faced with a murder. That is what a murder mystery is. Yes. Nod nod.

Complexity of story: Somewhat; could be kept as less of a saga while still being long and full

Ease on Inco: Somewhat

Characters: Rich, with entertaining and interesting dynamics---of all walks of life

Underdog characters, fun and intriguing, inspired by Agatha Christie

🪞

A teenager named Soda Sanders wakes up one day to find that her consciousness has been ripped from her body, rendering her nothing but a phantom observer, unable to make any change in her life or call for help. What’s more, she finds that she has been replaced with a carbon copy of herself, as quickly and as easily as changing a lightbulb. But while it looks like her, this other Soda Sanders is clearly much more sinister. It’s up to Soda to find out what this creature is, what it wants, and what world it belongs to… a world of mirrors and apparitions, once hovering only distantly in her peripheral version or before she fell asleep, now the reality around her.

Complexity of story: Extreme

Ease on Inco: Requires commitment but high payoff

Characters: it's 4am and I'm tired. They're characters, they're fun. I want to go to bed.

Length: Very lengthy although if I committed I could definitely adjust this to be as long as I need it to be

Mystery, supernatural, intriguing with fluff and angst, adventures, LGBTQ+ characters

(also, like I said, it's 4am so some of these synopsises may suck. I'm tired. Good night.)

(also I'm tagging this with kapt because I CAN.)

[deadhands69]

Hitching a Ride beyond the sunset

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader  Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Reader [separately]

Choose your own adventure with Shig//Dabi routes.

previous - this is part 6 - epilogue [series masterlist]

It’s been hours upon hours since you’ve last stopped and you’re all getting antsy being stuck in the van. To make matters worse, you ran out of water this morning. 

“I have to pee,” Toga exclaims, “and I’m thirsty.”

“We've been looking for a rest stop for an hour, we'll stop when there's somewhere to stop,” Spinner says, gesturing to the wide expanse of desert ahead. 

“Hmmph,” she concedes. 

A little while later, you roll into a small town and see a wooden building directly off the road. A few neon signs light the windows, telling you it’s open.

“Here’s our stop,” announces Spinner before you all jump out to stretch.

‘Hells Curtain’ reads the chipped painted sign above the door. You walk in with Toga, Twice, and Compress while the others fill water jugs from the hose outside before catching up. 

“I think this is a bar?” Toga asks as you push through the door walking past the 'minors allowed before 8pm' sign. 

“Yeah,” Twice answers, “we won’t be here too long though.”

A downtrodden vibe lingers in the place. At the other end of the room, a large man with red hair sits almost comically on a small bar stool by his blonde friend. His piercing turquoise eyes look oddly familiar. 

By the time you're back from the restroom and settling in to order, Twice is already talking to the younger man at the bar. They seem to have hit it off quickly. 

“What's a slippery nipple?” Toga asks, eyeing the crude cocktail menu that has clearly been used as a coaster a few too many times. 

“Don't worry about that,” you mumble, pulling the warped sheet of paper out of her hand. 

When the other half of your group enters, the red haired man turns, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor. 

Dabi’s eyes double in size, “Dad?!?!” he exclaims looking absolutely appalled. 

“Touya??” the man yells, jumping up from his seat.

Shigaraki grabs Dabi by the back of his jacket, yanking him out the door. 

“Time to go,” you grab Toga’s arm, pulling her behind you and back into the van.  

“You guys,” says Twice while jumping in last, “Dabi’s dad’s friend with the cool eyeliner says he needs a ride to -”

“NO!” shout the group, unanimously while shoving him into the backseat. 

Before anyone can even think about putting on their seat belt, Spinner slams on the gas and the van swerves back onto the road. You watch in the rear view mirror as a red sports car pulls out to follow. 

Spinner swerves around corners and speeds through lights as you all scramble to get to your seats and buckle up. When one particularly hard turn nearly throws you into your new love interest’s lap, you right yourself looking up into a long alleyway between two old buildings. 

Everyone breathes a sigh of relief, too early though. The red car pulls around the corner behind you, continuing the chase. 

“What did you do to make him follow us like this?” asks Compress. 

“What did I do?” Dabi retorts, “Why do you assume I did something?” before muttering, “nice to see he's finally paying attention though.”

The van swerves back onto a road, somewhat merging with traffic (minus the one car that crashes into a pole to avoid a collision.) Even with his foot slamming down on the gas pedal, you're certain you're all thinking the same thing: there's no way this old church van is about to out run a new sports car. Especially coming into the construction zone ahead. 

The yellow and black striped signs warn you to slow. ‘DETOUR’ says another but Spinner pays it no mind, smashing through the sign and continuing on the rough half-paved section in the hopes that Dabi's dad won't want to wreck his fancy tires. 

Unfortunately, the rough road doesn't phase him, now gaining the speed to nearly touch bumpers. “Pull over,” you see him shout from his car while gesturing wildly. 

An incomplete overpass is visible ahead. Tapering up before dropping off onto nothing, the other side seemingly under construction as well. 

“Floor it!” screams Toga from the passenger seat. 

“Don't,” yells Shigaraki, “that doesn't work in real life!”

“Do it!” Dabi demands. 

The ramp approaches quickly and it's too late to slow down. 

“Hold on!” screams Spinner and you notice that even he's squinting his eyes shut. Great. You grab the arm next to you, bracing yourself for impact. 

For a moment you feel weightless. Collectively, you all hold your breath hoping for the best. The van touches down on the other side with a crash, sending everyone into the seat in front of them. A new rattle rings from the engine but it doesn't die. You continue to roll slowly down the road. 

Dabi glances over his shoulder at the man staring in horror on the other side of the overpass. Part of you wonders what could have happened between them to lead to this but you leave it alone, assuming he’ll tell you whenever he feels like it.

The warm golden glow ahead fades into orange and pink, spilling thickly through the windows. It's bittersweet. You know this feeling can't last forever, but right now the road still stretches for miles through the rocky desert ahead. 

You take in the moment. Your hand in his. The subtle clank of the engine under the nostalgic music; music that was written for times like these. While this trip started as a frantic rush to escape, it's become something closer to a vacation with the new family you found.

As the sky darkens into blues and purples, the air begins to feel heavier.

The van sputters to a slow stop followed by a large clank in the parking lot. Steam spews from under the hood with a hiss. After a long pause, Spinner breaks the silence. 

“Huh. I think this is it.”

Everyone sits quietly for a moment, taking it all in. It’s really over.

Toga is the first to leave, jumping out and running to the ocean. The others follow, tripping over each other in the rush to get out the door.

Tomura Shigaraki ᝰ⛐ 

Strolling down to the beach, you open the gate further down the fence and walk through. You take your shoes off where the concrete turns to sand and continue walking.

A nice spot calls your name so you sit to watch the waves rush in while most of the others run head-first into the ocean. Cool sand moves between your toes as the salty air blows lightly against your skin. It’s refreshing. 

Over your shoulder, you look back at the church van in the parking lot. The steam from the engine is dissipating, but not completely. A few chunks of sage brush and construction sign stick out from under the bumper, which is hanging on by a thread. As rickety as it is, it's been a good home for the past few weeks.

The sand next to you shifts as Shigaraki sits by your side, throwing his red shoes on a pile with yours. He rests his cheek on your shoulder and you tip your head onto his.

It feels right. Like this is where you were meant to end up the whole time.

You take a moment to process the finality of it all, glad to not be alone in it.

“What do you think you’ll do now?” you ask, glancing down at his face.

He contemplates the question for a moment. “I don’t know,” he pauses, “I guess whatever you’re doing.”

You smile, this isn’t the end at all.

Dabi/Touya Todoroki ᝰ⛐

You join the frantic dash to the beach, jumping the fence and stopping at the edge of the pavement to pull your shoes off. Like everyone else, you’re peeling off your clothes as you run - leaving a trail in your wake. Soft sand shifts under your feet until it hardens at the edge of the water. Following the others, you splash your way into the ocean before jumping in fully. 

The cool water crashes around you, it's refreshing. 

The scene holds a chaotic innocence. Spinner splashes Magne while she throws Toga into the water. Twice just ducked under the surface to grab Compresses leg while he’s not paying attention. Compress screams, dramatically, before pulling Twice up by his foot. Everyone laughs in the light of the moon and distant street lights. 

This is it.

It didn't have to end in laughter. This could have been over weeks ago with you in prison or ending up in some other stranger's car. You could have been alone in it, but you're not.

Scarred arms wrap around you, holding you tight.

“So what are we doing next?” Dabi asks quietly.

“I don’t know, let's figure it out together.”

He holds you tighter against his chest.

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[yuta-nakamots]

[5:04pm] Fly Away With Me - N.Yuta (Dad!Yuta x GN Reader, fluff, reader and Yuta have a child) 0.5k Summary - During a long, joy-filled day at Universal Studios Osaka, Yuta proves to be the sweetest dad to your energetic daughter.

The late afternoon summer heat was beating down on your skin while you slowly trudged along the walkway leading to the Minion Park inside Osaka’s Universal Studios. You and Yuta had been at the amusement park since it opened at 10am and after nearly seven hours of walking around, you were spent. However, your six-year-old daughter, Yumie, had seemingly endless energy in her tiny body.

The three of you had been to a few areas of the park, namely the Hollywood and New York areas, along with the Super Nintendo World where Yumie absolutely fell in love with all the brightly colored Yoshi characters. Her infatuation with them had forced you and Yuta to accompany her on the Yoshi Adventure ride more times than you could count on one hand alone.

He was finally able to entice her with Yoshi snacks from a little street stall, which satiated her enough to get a move on to the last area of the park you hadn’t been to yet. “Look, Daddy!” She exclaimed, pulling Yuta along by his hand while she pointed at the yellow minions milling about.

“Yes, Yumie, I see the minions too.” He laughed while putting Yumie on his shoulders to prevent her from running off on her own.

She screamed in joy at the higher viewpoint she now had, able to see the minions even better than before. “Daddy, do you know them?”

“Who? The minions?” He asked.

“Yeah. Are they nice?”

If you weren’t so tired, you would have started laughing because of his special relationship with them. You remembered the time when he had started ‘dancing’ with one of them.

“I would say they’re nice, yes,” he replied, not sparing you a glance as if knowing what you were thinking about.

“Hmm,” Yumie seemed to be evaluating the minions on whether she thought they were scary or not, “will you come with me?”

“No, you have to be a big girl and make friends with them on your own,” Yuta encouraged, taking her off his shoulders and gently pushing her in their direction as the group of you drew closer. Yumie hid behind Yuta’s legs when one of the minions came closer.

Yuta stepped to the side, exposing your daughter who simply stared at the minion’s outstretched hand. “Go ahead, we’ll be right here,” Yuta reassured her while coming to stand by you.

Upon seeing that both of her parents were only a few feet away, she took the minion’s hand and started giggling while it played with her and took her to meet its other minion friends. You and Yuta followed them with your phones out to capture these memories, knowing you both would look back upon them fondly.

A/N: i don't know why i didn’t post this sooner and just let it sit in my drafts haha but here’s a little something i wrote two years ago 

[ninawolv3rina]

I post him a lot. If you’ve been on my blog for any amount of time for the past year, you’ve seen him. But who IS he? What’s his DEAL (or, more accurately, his problem(s)?) I’m so glad you asked.

Note: in this post certain words will be hyperlinks to art of the characters and scenes that I’m referring to

This is going to be a very long post, but I’m trying to keep it as clean as possible — buckle in!

Fae is a dnd character I’ve been playing for a little over a year now in a game called Overlooks and Owlbears. We meet bi-weekly on Fridays, and most of the weeks we don’t play I’m still thinking about him. I fully initially considered him a more ‘gimmicky’ type of character, mostly built to be easy to slip into during roleplay with not *that* much going on. His concept was pretty simple: I wanted to play an evil character, and I wanted to play an old character. That was it. Everything else came directly from ‘evil old man’ and spun out of control into the man he is today.

Fae is largely inspired by some of my favorite Latino characters from popular media, as well as my own family. When I play him he has what’s functionally a more masculine, lightly hispanic accented version of my own voice, but in my head he sounds like this

Art Gallery / Vibes Playlist / Backstory Playlist / Pinterest Board

At a Glance:

System: D&D 5e (2014)

Race: Half-Elf

Class: Rogue (Swashbuckler subclass)

Alignment: neutral evil

Sexuality: Bi with a strong preference for men

Age: 100ish

Pronouns: He/him

Personality: Sarcastic, mocking, I would go so far as to say ‘mean’. Calculating in social situations, impulsive in combat. Thinks of himself as more fun-loving than he really is. He strives to come off as devil-may-care and some of that may be genuine but deep down he is very task-oriented and will take control the moment it seems like things might even kind of go off the rails.

General Backstory:

Faedril “Fae” Silvarin is the son of two heads of separate crime families - the elven Kaemarises, and the mostly-human Silvarins. Fae’s mother, Camila Silvarin, was prepared to raise him without involvement from his father, but Llewel Kaemaris surprised pretty much everyone in both families when he decided to claim Fae as his own, and gave him responsibilities and authority within the elven side of his family as well. Not all the elves were super thrilled about this, but Fae was able to uncover a coup against Llewel and leveraged that to build himself a small group of loyalists and gain respect on that side of the family. On the Silvarin side, his authority is innate, and he’s never really struggled with it… which is part of the problem.

Fae is a half-elf, so he ages slower than the human side of his family, and faster than the Elven side. At about 100 years old at time of the game’s start, Fae had seen a lot, and he was kind of tired of it. Without exactly knowing his own motivations to do so, Fae dipped out on his life of crime and leisure and decided to try his hand at adventuring on his own. All he knew was that he was tired of his reputation and wanted to start over, as just ‘some guy’ out in the world. This has had mixed results.

Fae’s Family:

Faedril/Fae Silvarin: Our man in question (he/him)

Llewel Kaemaris: Fae’s dad, an elf, head of the Kaemaris crime family (he/they)

Camila Silvarin: Fae’s human mother, former head of the Silvarin crime camily (deceased) (she/her)

The Party:

Celosia Poincaré: Fire genasi artificer. Shares Fae’s mommy issues. Has a sick gun, Fae wants her to make him a sick gun. Member of the party he’s closest with. He understands her the best, though he doesn’t know how to express it. He knows they were both raised by people who ignored their autonomy. Whether he wants to admit it or not, he’s attached to her and wants to help her turn out better than he did. (She/her)

Laurence of Abury: Human fighter. Complete good-aligned teddy bear from a family of criminals who want him to take up the family business. Dating Celosia. Fae initially thought of him as ‘muscle’ that he could order around but now he admires the guy’s carefree mindset and slight naïveté (He/him)

Scrip: Kobold cleric of a god of mercantile. Do NOT leave him and Fae in a room together they will start a pyramid scheme. Has saved Fae’s ass in combat MANY times. (He/him)

NPCs:

Goggles: a deep gnome who recruited the party to help as body guards for diplomatic missions. Still alive, despite several failures to protect him on our part (he/him)

Drow/Drider Assassin: I think it’s fair to call this guy Fae’s rival. Fae has killed him multiple times and he keeps getting resurrected. Wants to kill the party real bad.

Madame/Priestess Bitch: a drow priestess, formally the Drider’s partner who now has turned on him and become the party’s ally.

The Sphinx: A sphinx librarian that, as of now, has stuck his neck out for the party on more than one occasion. Has a personal library that includes multiverses, as well as access to an infinite library

Fae’s Parents:

Camila had Fae fairly young, shortly after becoming the matriarch of the Silvarin family rather unexpectedly when her own father passed away. She had turned to Llewel Kaemaris for advice on how to command respect the way that he did — but obviously, that relationship developed into something more. After Fae was born, Camila often wondered if Llewel’s affection for her was genuine, or motivated by power. That never fully became clear one way or another. Though he both claimed Fae as his own son and engaged with Camila in discussions about potentially merging the two families she was never really sure if those were signs of respect and love towards her, or shrewd chess moves towards absorbing the Silvarins into the already-powerful Kaemaris family.

Before the Game:

Fae grew up mostly-loved by his parents, though Llewel did put him through some trial by fire to help him find his footing within the Kaemaris family without falling victim to the label of ‘nepo baby’. He was always closer with his mother, though. Fae really loved his mom, total Mama’s boy — he was her right hand man, and the two brought the Silvarin family into something of a golden age. He always knew he’d outlive her, with plenty of time to spare, but he had determined to make the most of the little time he had. That’s why it was especially shocking and hurtful when she died when he was still very young.

At the time Camila died, Fae and everyone else thought it had been an unknown health issue, but over time he became increasingly convinced that it was foul play. Specifically, he decided she had been poisoned. But by who? Camila was a crime lord with a lot of enemies. After a decade of trying to investigate, Fae let the trail go cold, though his interest in poisons remained. His thoughts on the matter are complicated — it’s been around 70 years since she died. If the person who did it was human, they’re long dead, and finding out who they are would do little for Fae except open old wounds. If they aren’t dead… he’s not ready to think about what that means.

In fact, he’d more or less thought that his anger over her death had died out completely — that it was a mystery he’d never solve, even though his old habits refused to die and he continued to test poisons to see if, just maybe, he’d be able to use their effects to determine at the very least the method of her murder.

After Fae’s mother died, most looked towards Fae to lead the Silvarin family, but he refused. He gently guided them towards another human leader and chose to take a more subdued role. this is a move he doesn’t regret in the slightest. No part of him ever desired to be in charge of an organization like that. In fact the longer that he worked as muscle for his dad and advisor for the Silvarins, the more his enthusiasm for organized crime in general seemed to wane until it all but completely vanished.

Fae was sick of diplomacy, sick of the way the Elves treated him like a weird elderly child on the brink of death, and the humans treated him like some legend beyond their limited mortal scope. It was a frustrating line to walk. Above all, he didn’t feel like a real person to either group. He finally gave up on changing that when he decided to leave without warning either side of the family, disappearing overnight to become an adventurer.

During the Game:

Fae met the rest of the party when an inn they were all staying in was attacked by monsters that escaped couriers of the wizard’s guild, an organization responsible for both experimenting on monsters and also transporting those monsters from place to place. After successfully assisting in keeping the in from being *completely* destroyed, Fae and the rest of the party agreed to hunt down the remaining couriers who had failed at their job, and were now legally required to be killed for their failure. After following the couriers to a cave full of more imprisoned monsters, the party did their job and also found an entrance to the Underdark via territory owned by a Drow organization/family that had some… less-than-friendly history.

The party wisely decided against going down that route.

We also, during this initial adventure, found out about an element called Delirium that has powerful magical qualities, and can be fashioned into weapons (we did acquire some here)

After a few more adventures, the party was approached by a Deep Gnome who goes by Goggles or Mr. Red. Goggles asked the party to escort him into the Underdark to where his nomadic people were settled at the time, emphasizing that there were some Drow who might be after him due to a long-standing blood feud between the two races. The party agreed, and off we went.

On our way to the Underdark, we stopped at a transition town still in the Overworld. In this town there was a library owned by a sphinx, where we discovered books from the real world (namely, Romeo and Juliet, and later I wrote a fic that retroactively brought in Call of the Wild and used it to frame Fae’s feelings about his role within his family). Fae also picked up some knives that had poison chambers in them, and then we were off to the Underdark.

On our way into the Underdark we were ambushed by a drow assassin and a drow priestess, who kicked our asses a little bit but we ultimately won! We left their corpses behind us, sure we would never see them again.

We managed to get Goggles to his people underground, and they contracted us for a little more work in return for refining the raw delirium we had acquired. During our work we found a Skinweaver (who made Fae some sick armor out of hook horror leather) and a cult of Kobolds worshipping a dragon that slumbers on veins of adamantine. While investigating the Kobolds, who the fuck should we find but THE REVIVIFIED ASSASSIN AND PRIESTESS who we killed a second time, and Celosia and Fae reached the conclusion that to keep them dead, we’d probably have to remove a body part. We settled on their jaws, which Fae collected.

Our last task the deep gnomes hired us for was to transport Goggles to the Duergar capital to ask them to ally with the gnomes. On the boat journey over, Fae recognized a member of his dad’s organization. Though he tried to play it off at first, he did eventually seek the man out — only for the man to be murdered seconds later. As the party scrambled to find out who had murdered the guy, they were approached by none other than Llewel Fucking Kaemaris, who said he’d come to the Underdark to try and form a partnership with the Drow (who, you may remember, don’t really like us all that much). Fae told his dad that uhhhh the drow don’t like us very much rn, and Llewel was less than thrilled. He also tried to pick Fae’s brain on one other mystery — why Fae had left the family in the first place.

Fae answered as honestly as he could. He said he didn’t know.

Fae and his dad’s relationship is complicated. No parent should have to outlive their kid but it’s even worse when you also have to watch them age and get elderly at a rate you can hardly imagine happening to yourself. Because of that, Llewel can’t possibly understand Fae completely. Fae knows that — doesn’t mean he doesn’t still resent the guy a little.

We managed to solve the mystery — it was that fucking Drow assassin and priestess who we had killed TWICE already at this point. Because we stole their jaws this time they’d been reincarnated which was why we didn’t recognize them. When we foiled their plan this time they managed to escape, unable to kill Fae’s dad (or him) like they’d wanted to. But they kept their jaws this time!

Upon reaching the Duergar capital we learned the man who had invited us, the prince, had disappeared while looking for a mythical library made of chalk. Using the delirium we’d acquired we were able to dig him out — but, this is where shit got unfortunately real for Fae.

In this library there was a cluster of Flumphs, psyonically powerful creatures with tentacles. And in the center of this cluster of Flumphs was a glowing red crystal.

We’d seen crystals like that before, and the party had been able to calm aggravated enemies by removing the crystal from their presence, so Fae thought it would be a good idea to just. Grab the crystal.

It was not a good idea.

Upon touching the crystal Fae was overcome by pure rage, got smacked with the mental image of his dad bleeding out, and was barely able to pull himself back together with the help of the cleric, Scrip. Even now the rage bubbles just under the surface but he’s doing his best to cope with it.

After the rage had simmered the party did as much research as they could in that library, and found that this particular gemstone houses a very, very angry dragon — one of three who have all been hidden away from the world for the world’s safety, though it’s said that one was hidden against its will.

Now attuned to the dragon in the gem, Fae has hung onto it since. He’s not the biggest fan of myth, fate, magic and dragons, so initially he wasn’t super thrilled about the situation, and he was determined to find a way to get rid of it as soon as possible.

Having rescued the lost prince and secured an allyship for the Duergar and the Deep Gnomes, we headed back the way we came. On the boat again, Goggles disappeared. We found a ransome note telling us to come to the front of the ship at 2am. When we did, we saw Goggles bound in spiderwebs, and Fae was surprised by a NAT 20 ATTACK from the SAME GODDAM ASSASSIN AS BEFORE, who was now a Drider, having asked Lolth for the power to fuck Fae up. “This time, I’m going to fucking kill you.”

He did not kill me. But damn! He got close!!! Fae was pretty much consistently at 1 health for the entire fight until he finally went down. But Fae lived, and he stole the guy’s jaw again, I’m sure that’ll be the last we see of him.

It wasn’t the last we’ll see of Priestess Bitch, though, who showed up and told us that she was tired of fighting with us and had decided to help us, informing that there are other drow on the gnome’s side, and telling us how to find them.

That night, Fae had a dream.

He dreamed that he was someone else, trapped inside a person, a person who was slowly dying. A person who he was KILLING. In the dream, whatever he was snapped and became enraged. Putting two and two together, Fae realized that in the dream he was the angry dragon — and the person who he’d been killing was his own mom, unaware of what was happening to her, or how to stop it.

As he woke up, Fae managed to get one last thing from the dream, and that was a clue to who had killed his mother: the symbol of the wizard guild.

Now with a personal attachment to the rage within the draconic gem, Fae’s priorities have shifted. He’s not sure exactly how everything connects — he had given up on finding his mom’s killers and now he has a serious lead. While he continues to help the party and the gnomes with their goals, his own thoughts lie heavily on the dragon and what it means for his past and his future.

AND NOW WE’RE ALL CAUGHT UP TO THE PRESENT!

He’s afraid of bugs

He doesn’t like fish

His full name is Androbal Marques Faedril Silvarin. Yes I have practiced saying that out loud in his voice repeatedly, it’s actually very fun to say when you get the hang of it.

His backstory wasn’t initially based on Hamlet but at some point I realized what was going on and decided to lean into it.

People have compared Fae to a lot of other characters and people, notably Pedro Pascal, ‘Lesbian Waluigi’, and Dorian Pavus

It’s rly funny that one of his inspos is a character from Sons of Anarchy, a Hamlet adaptation, but the inspo character is NOT the Hamlet analog

I run 5e game on Wednesdays called Illusa, and Fae is an NPC in that world! His backstory is a little bit different to adjust for a world I have full control over - he has a full-elf half brother named Lysander, who is the rightful heir to the Kaemaris empire. He also has Dove, a silent masked elf who is by his sides at most times. Besides that, what else… oh yeah I killed his dad! His dad got poisoned during a political event and now the party is investigating Llewel’s death. I can’t wait to see how that plays out for them ehehe

In Illusa, in addition to common, Fae speaks a fantasy version of Spanish I call ‘Queño’! I’ve actually built a whole hispanic culture within that world that he’s a part of, and I had a lot of fun fleshing out that side of him since I had the ability to build the world around him in this one.

The Illusa version of Fae has a slightly different personality, too. I’d say probably less prone to redemption than O&O Fae, but honestly it’s still pretty early to make that prediction. Again, can’t wait to see what my players do to influence his life and the world he lives in!

And that’s it! I probably won’t update this post until the game makes significant progress, so until then, hopefully this is enough context for the art I make from here on out. If you’ve made it this far thank you so much for reading and I hope you feel informed :3

[skzdust]

SKZ x Reader air travel headcanons <3

Definitely not inspired by me being on vacation and doing a LOT of flying.

That’s also why I haven’t been posting much writing—been writing a lot actually but nothings quite ready to post yet because of vacation!

Enjoy these little headcanons <3

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Bang Chan

Chan gets like an overenthusiastic dad when it’s time to fly somewhere.

He’s at the airport hours before your flight, he’s got you checked in on the app, he’s preordered coffee and it’s ready for pickup.

You get to your gate early, of course, and it’s so early in the morning you fall asleep against his side waiting for your group to be called

Chan wakes you with a kiss on the head when it’s time to board

You fall right back asleep as soon as you’re on the plane, and he puts his arm around you

Lee Know

Minho takes a more relaxed approach. He still likes to be early, but doesn’t stress about it as much as Chan

Insists on paying for everything at the airport and even gets you silly little airport souvenirs. You have a collection of mini stuffed animals representative of every place you’ve traveled

“This one’s cute like you.” He says, holding up a little bunny. You laugh as he makes it hop towards you

Minho always makes a toast while in the air, whether it’s with airplane wine (that he paid for of course) or just your water bottles. He says it’s good luck

Changbin

Changbin makes everything at the airport a game

Who can get through security the fastest? He’ll time you. Guess the gate before it’s assigned, whoever’s number is closest gets a pastry on the other. Sit down at one of the airport restaurants and make up stories about the people passing by.

For as much as he acts like he’s having fun, Changbin is a bit nervous about flying. You can see his little tells, even when he’s joking around

You hold his hand when the plane takes off, and by the time you land at the end of the flight, he’s a little calmer

As soon as you get home or your hotel, he needs a nap, even just a half hour, before he’s ready to do anything. Flying tires him out

Hyunjin

This man thrives at an airport. He loves flying

His airport fits always look great. It looks effortless to anyone else, but you and he have been going over outfit options for days before the trip. You’re coordinating with each other and you’re eating it up

Hyunjin is very comfortable with the actual flying as well, often falling asleep on planes just from relaxation

He loves to just close his eyes and listen to music. You often share headphones with him when you’re at the gate or on the plane and listen to the same songs together

Han

Jisung is so affectionate at airports

He wraps his hand around your waist possessively, pulling you close and pressing a kiss to your cheek while you’re looking at the board to see your gate

You giggle and tell him to let you focus on the flight, so he helps you find your gate, and you navigate there before he pulls you into his lap on one of the airport chairs

He always lets you have the window seat

Hanji does get a bit nervous with flying, like Changbin, but holding hands helps, so your fingers lace with his on the armrest

You smile as you watch the airport grow smaller and smaller behind you, knowing you’re on another adventure with the love of your life

Felix

If you’re nervous about flying, Felix is who you want to go with

He always has extra snacks, water bottles, gum, mints, earbuds, everything else you could even possibly need

He likes the window seat but if you feel strongly about it he’s always happy to give it to you

He’ll talk to you to distract you if you’re feeling anxious, and he’ll always get you laughing, even if your stomach is in knots.

Seungmin

Seungmin has a thing about airline apps. He doesn’t trust them. Always checks in at the desk instead of online and gets printed off boarding passes. Which is not a bad thing, just takes a few more minutes sometimes

You tease him about it, but you’re always glad for it when you see someone struggling with their digital boarding pass or whatever

He’s really collected about issues with flights and things—if there’s a storm or whatever, he can keep a level head and figure out the next best path

He’s really nice to everyone and will offer directions to people and that sort of thing

He will not lose your suitcase. And if you and your luggage do get separated, he will find that thing if it’s the last thing he does

I.N

Innie doesn’t love flying, he’ll admit it

But that means he’s very efficient about it, planning out your time in the airport for the smoothest travel experience

He will splurge on business class tickets so it’s always lovely to fly with him in the big seats, especially for a longer flight

He doesn’t fall asleep easily on flights, so if you take a nap, he’ll watch over you, making sure you have a pillow and your blanket isn’t sliding off

[calice-says]

Is this a sign of a new fic??? No, it's just insanity

A little background about me; I tend to have vivid and uncontrollable dreams. Most of them were story-like and adventurous, and the 'genre' of dreams would differ. Mostly horror for some reason.

Anyway, I won't get into it much BUT

I had a weird, but funny dream lmao. I think the reason why I had that dream was because my friends and I were talking about age gaps (nothing bad, dw, we were just laughing at who was younger and who was actually older between our friend group), and after that I went to rewatching just one episode of IEG because I am very occupied for some reason despite being summer🤩🔫

Anyway! Of course, it involves Tenma. No surprise there, but the plot of the dream went like this:

Tenma was around 10 or 11 years old (I forgot the exact age, dream logic is foggy okay 💀) here.

And for some reason, he ended up being a first year of JHS Raimon, when the series started. Funnily enough, the reason why he happened to skip 2 grades(?) ahead was when enrolling him, his dad was super tired and accidentally ticked off the wrong grade level 😭 So instead of entering elementary school like a normal kid, Tenma got promoted two years ahead and ended up in JHS. Do not ask why Raimon has an elementary division, I dunno either. I'm not sure if they have one in the canon, but oh well. And do not ask how they allowed it, or how they didn't find it odd, but I guess Tenma's grades here were surprisingly passable enough????

Oh well, congrats Tenma for the upgrade!

Ofc, it was Aki who noticed the oddity when they received Tenma's uniform. She immediately called the school like, "Hi, sorry, I think you gave us the wrong uniform by mistake—he’s supposed to be in elementary?"

Raimon admin was like, "Oh no, hold on, let us check the system—hmm, no, according to our registrar, Matsukaze Tenma is a junior high student... ah, a first year! Did you receive the second-year emblem?"

(WHY DO THEY HAVE EMBLEMS??)

Aki: "... J— Junior High?"

Raimon: "Yes, Junior High. Is there an issue...?"

Aki: "Y-Yeah, I think you made a mistake— he’s not supposed to be in junior high yet—he’s like, 10??"

Raimon: "Huh. That’s odd. But it says here in the enrollment documents that he’s registered for JHS."

Aki: "...Ah. I see. I’ll, um. I’ll call you back."

Cue Aki calling Tenma’s parents.

The parents: 😧 The dad in particular: 😨 (He definitely got a long, loud earful from his wife after that. Deserved tbh.)

They arranged a meeting with Raimon’s school board (online, since Tenma’s parents weren’t in Inazuma at the moment), and apparently, they couldn’t undo the registration just like that—he was already listed as an official JHS student in the system.

Apparently, the only way to “fix” it was for the enrolling guardians (aka the parents) to come in physically and sign the needed paperwork and to the process. But they were overseas on business, and Aki, despite being his legal guardian and relative-sister hybrid, didn’t exactly have the legal authority to do it.

Um, welcome to Bureaucracy, I guess????

So that means they have no choice but to let Tenma continue his accidental JHS journey.

Throughout the whole drama, Tenma was just outside with Aoi and Sasuke playing soccer without a care in the world lmao😭 Aoi here is still in the same age as when she was in the series.

BIG SISTER AOI PROPAGANDA RISEEE!!!

Anyway when Aki finally explained the situation to Tenma with Aoi present, their reactions were perfectly in sync. Shocked pikachu faces!!!

Tenma's reaction was like going up and down on consecutive hills. He was shocked, then he was excited cuz "oh im finally a big kid now!" then anxious because "oh the subjects are going to be hard" then determined "i can do it, things will work out somehow!" then the dread, "oh my god, i'll be surrounded by big kids, they're going to eat me alive—" then relief, "oh it's okay aoi will be there with me!" then teror, "math. math is going to be hard. im going to fail, this is embarrassing."

Then excitement: "IM PLAYING SOCCER WITH THE BIG KIDS!!" then another dreadful terror: "im playing soccer with the big kids." which is, yes, normally would be exciting but the social pressure squashed him like a bug. Poor guy :')

Anyway, the series started. Dream stuff happens, I don't remember the events and stuff but apparently, it went well. I'm surprised Tenma didn't go to the hospital for the many scares he had (Fifth Sector, going against Tsurugi, raimon soccer club practically hating him or smth, Shindou's rough treatment with him at the exam(😭), the rough treatment from other teams, and so on and so forth.)

The dream ends there.

BUT, HERE'S MY ADDITIONAL TAKE ON IT MWAHAHAHAHA

No one knew except for Aoi and the school staff that Tenma is years younger than all of them.

When Tenma's birthday came (after the go season, idk bro, but before chrono stone), the soccer club and some people outside the team (like Taiyou for instance) were invited to a restaurant as a venue. It wasn't all that fancy, just somewhere in the middle. Tenma's parents rented a floor used for occasions from the restaurant for them. Both are present here, and they finally get to meet them!! Some greetings here and there—

(Tenma's mom: "Oh thank you for taking care of our dear Tenma! I hope he hasn’t caused too much trouble. The last time he did something like that was when he somehow set the water on fire."

Raimon: "...what😀"

Tenma: "I learned it from the guy down the street back in Okinawa!"

Tenma's dad: "He was a retired magician. Who soon committed arson."

Raimon: *insert unsettled tom meme face*)

—until they see the birthday balloons in the center of the wall.

Happy 11th Bithday Tenma!

Eleventh...

Eleventh...

Eleventh Birthday—

"YOU'RE ELEVEN???"

Tenma: "Oh, yeah! I didn't tell you guys? :0"

The pieces of the puzzle just suddenly clicked.

No wonder Tenma was on the shorter, tinier side. They had all silently chalked it up to maybe a touch of malnutrition (since he doesn’t eat too much—he gets stomach aches if he overdoes it), or just a genetics thing. After all, he seemed fine. Energetic, cheerful, did backflips during practice. Just small.

No wonder he spaced out during lectures sometimes—he literally skipped two years of foundational learning, which kind of explains why his handwriting is fighting for its life, but they kind of collectively agreed it was from his shaky hands. His handwriting had gotten better as months passed by, though.

No wonder he always blinked blankly when someone mentioned pop culture from more than three years ago, before enthusiastically asking what it was. But at the same time... he never acted immature enough for anyone to seriously question it.

But there really was no reason for them to think or come to the conclusion that Tenma might be younger. Sure, his level of social cues and knowledge seemed a bit low on the bar sometimes ("tenma, just because he offered you a sticker pack and led you to a van, doesn't mean there were stickers."), but his kindness, empathy, and emotional levels made up for it. He always knew when someone needed cheering up. He just didn’t always know why.

Not to mention, there were times when he sassed people.

And academically? His grades weren’t amazing, but they were passable. Passable enough that the team didn’t dig deeper and just figured, "Yeah, he’s a bit spacey, but he’s Tenma."

No wonder the teachers seemed to coo at him too! No wonder they'd sometimes give him candy, whether sneakily or not! Which kind of set a few alarm bells from some of them- but they just chalked it up to Tenma's natural charisma and adorable-ness.

Because he was a literal child. A baby!!!

It was like the laws of the universe crashed on them and, as if the stars aligned, they all thought one thing:

Fifth Sector had a beef with a 10-year-old.

[corellianhounds]

You know, I WAS joking about Jaina Solo in that poll post but can you imagine if they hadn’t nixed her from canon and Disney just kept doing the Tired Surrogate Dad/Guardian™ + kid story they’ve been doing and had instead had itty bitty Jaina Solo kidnapped, either meeting Boba Fett by random chance as he’s gunning down whoever it is that ransomed her, or Han and Leia specifically hiring Boba Fett to go find her. One of those chance meetings where these two characters cross paths once and then never see each other again until decades later when Jaina goes to him as an adult for training because she needs to be able to fight Jacen

I’ve never thought that Luke should be trying to build a Jedi school directly after the events of the original trilogy. They should have realistically known that there were going to be Imperials that needed to be found and defeated after the end of the war, it’s not like those structures suddenly stop existing, so Luke is off on whatever mission he’s doing as the resident Jedi, killing imperials and blowing up their resources or whatever

Leia’s helping run the New Republic. Han and Lando have their own roles. Jaina ends up kidnapped, Han and Chewie take off in pursuit. Leia obviously sends a more official group of guards out searching but Han was already halfway out the door, and he and Chewie’s pasts provide them with a bit more unscrupulous avenues of gaining info

Boba Fett just happened to be tracking whatever criminals kidnapped Jaina and just happens to intercept them a few days after Jaina was nabbed; the criminals’ ship is damaged in a firefight between them but not completely destroyed, and Boba boards the ship and there’s a whole standoff between him and them based on whatever their beef is before he just wastes the guys

And then he’s picking through their stuff for whatever it is he was there for and— oh sh*t is that a kid

We see both sides of the story unfolding as they get closer and closer to colliding with one another; on one side we have the worst week of Han Solo’s life and YES he’s counting being frozen in carbonite and waking up in Jabba’s Palace. Just sheer terror at what could happen to her, not knowing where she is, using every old trick and contact and criminal means necessary trying to find the kidnappers. Chewie having to stop him at one point as he’s just carving his way through anyone standing between them, needing to rein him in, make Han realize he needs a clear head and can’t lose his focus and snap right now. The two of them mowing through criminals and obstacles and us getting to see a more serious, intimidating side to Han, all the charm and levity gone from his interactions because this time he’s the one in pursuit, not the one running away, and what he’s trying to find is more important to him than anything else

Meanwhile Boba’s chilling (though somewhat put off by, y’know, the presence of a whole kindergarten-aged child) and trying to figure out who this kid belongs to so he can return them. Calling up Mando like “Hey you’ve got a kid, right? Can I pay you to watch this one until I figure out where she goes?” And Mando’s like “uh well ordinarily yes but I AM on a job right now and also Bo-Katan is still trying to kill me. Also why do you have a kid? Do I congratulate you or what’s the deal”

So Boba’s stuck with her because he doesn’t know who else he would trust this kid to besides Fennec, who is at the moment holding down the fort on Tatooine which is just where he would be staying with the kid anyway if he went there. Jaina chattering away and asking questions about the ship, poking through stuff she shouldn’t. Fett realizing he should probably lock the weapon’s locker just in case and will you please get down from there, you’re messing up my ship

Anyway. Adventure shenanigans, Fett eventually coming around to the kid’s charm and tenacity, either going back to his base of operations to do some research and stock up on supplies (meaning Jaina’s there on Tatooine getting a front row view of said wretched hive of scum and villainy, oh hey is that a rancor—?), or him sticking it out while he’s on the road because he was already out running errands, killing people and getting work done, the kid’s just gonna have to wait and tag along. What? Jango did it with him, she’ll be fine.

Either option has great story and character opportunities whether they’re on Tatooine or out exploring in the greater galaxy. Boba ends up figuring out who she is (because of course he does, he’s one of the greatest bounty hunters who ever lived) and Han figures out who now has her, inevitably leading to the collision course these two were on from the start

[hime98]

Lonely Escape in Seoul (Lee Dong Wook x Y/N)

Chapter 1 - A Lonely Soul in a Foreign Land

Y/N POV

The announcement that we were preparing for landing sliced through the music playing in my earbuds, bringing me out of my reverie. I quickly tucked my phone into my bag, pressing my forehead gently against the cold airplane window.

The sprawling city of Seoul gleamed beneath me, its streets crisscrossing like veins through a concrete heart. Tiny lights flickered from the buildings, and I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement mixed with the quiet ache of solitude that settled in my chest.

This was supposed to be a trip of a lifetime, filled with laughter, adventures, and memories shared with my best friends—Taeyeon, Tiffany, and Sunny. We had been talking about this trip for months, our planning sessions fueled by excited chatter, Pinterest boards overflowing with lists of places to visit, and group chats buzzing with itineraries and restaurant recommendations. It was supposed to be our adventure. But instead, here I was, flying into South Korea alone.

Sunny's dad had been hospitalized a week before our departure, Taeyeon's work had dumped an urgent project on her lap, and Tiffany’s family crisis had erupted out of nowhere, all of it unraveling our plans one by one. And me? I didn’t have an excuse. I could have stayed behind, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. Maybe I should have canceled, but deep down, I knew I needed this.

The weight of the constant family problems at home, the constant pressure to meet everyone’s expectations, it was suffocating. I needed to get away.

As the plane descended, my heart beat a little faster. The thought of being in a new place, even without my friends by my side, was strangely comforting. Alone in a new city, I could finally breathe without the constant pull of obligations. Maybe this would give me the space I needed to figure things out.

The taxi ride from Incheon to the Airbnb was a blur. The city was alive around me—bright signs flashing in every color, streets busy with people, the hum of energy that made it feel like anything was possible. But my thoughts remained inward, swirling, tangled with confusion and uncertainty. The excitement I thought would come with arriving in Seoul was drowned by a nagging sense of loneliness that kept creeping up on me.

When the taxi finally pulled up to the building, I stepped out, hauling my suitcase behind me. The sleek, modern building stood tall against the skyline, and I found myself looking up in awe. It was beautiful. A perfect place to get away from everything.

As I approached the entrance, a man in a denim jacket appeared. He was holding a clipboard, looking slightly nervous, but he managed a polite smile as he approached me.

“Are you Miss Y/N?” he asked in Korean, bowing slightly in a respectful gesture.

I blinked, taken aback for a moment, Good thing I am also fluent in Korean as I took courses before. I nod, answering back. “Yes, that’s me.”

“I’m Nam Chang Hee, the manager of the owner. Welcome! I hope your journey wasn’t too tiring,” he said with a kind, welcoming smile.

“Thank you,” I replied, offering a tired but appreciative smile in return. “It was fine… just long.”

“There’s just one small thing,” Chang Hee said, his tone suddenly apologetic. “The owner is upstairs right now. They were on the road late last night and needed some rest. I hope that’s okay?”

I frowned slightly. Wait.. Owner? Manager? I thought Airbnb hosts handled their properties themselves.

My exhaustion made it hard to care. “That’s fine,” I replied, forcing a small smile. “I’m alone anyway.”

Chang Hee’s expression shifted for a brief moment, his brow furrowing. “Alone? Weren’t there supposed to be four of you?”

I nodded, a little uncomfortable, but I didn’t want to get into the reasons why my friends couldn’t make it. “Yeah, well, things didn’t work out,” I said softly, adjusting the strap of my bag.

With a polite nod, Chang Hee led me into the building and guided me to the elevator. As the doors slid shut, he continued to talk, telling me about the penthouse and its panoramic views of the Han River. I nodded along, trying to listen, but my mind was somewhere else—drifting back to the group chat that had once been filled with excitement, now a quiet reminder of what I had lost in the process. I tried to shake it off. I wasn’t going to let loneliness consume me. This was my time to focus on myself.

When the elevator doors opened, I was met with the breathtaking sight of the penthouse. The space was expansive, with floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the glistening Han River. The sunlight streamed in, casting golden hues across the room, making everything feel impossibly serene and beautiful.

“Wow…” I murmured softly to myself, stepping further into the space.

“I’ll leave you to settle in,” Chang Hee said with a smile. He handed me a business card, his name and contact information neatly printed on it. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call.”

I nodded absently, watching him walk off to what I assumed was the owner’s room. I stood there for a moment, the silence settling around me like a thick fog. I walked to the window, pressing my hand against the cool glass. The view of the river below was mesmerizing—calm, peaceful, beautiful. It was exactly what I needed.

But the silence of the room only amplified the loneliness I had been trying to ignore. I had come here to escape, but it felt as though the weight of everything I was running from was still following me.

Tears welled in my eyes as I stared at the river, my chest tightening. I felt so small, so disconnected from everything I had ever known. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to steady my breath.

Before I could pull myself together, a deep voice interrupted the stillness.

“Um… are you okay?”

I froze, my heart leaping into my throat. I turned around quickly, startled, only to find a man standing in the doorway of the living room. My breath caught in my chest as I recognized him immediately.

There was no mistaking him. Lee Dong Wook.

I had seen him in movies, on TV shows, and read countless interviews with him. His sharp jawline, piercing eyes, and the kind of charisma that radiated even in still photos—it was all unmistakable. And there he was, standing right in front of me.

“Y-You… you’re…” I stammered, blinking a few times to make sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me.

He raised an eyebrow, a faint smile on his lips. “Yes, I know. It's a little unexpected.”

My heart skipped a beat as he stepped into the room, his presence filling the space. I felt frozen, completely at a loss for words. But before I could say anything, he spoke again, his voice low and comforting.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his tone gentle, almost like he could sense the weight of everything I was carrying.

For a moment, I could only nod. But inside, everything was a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief. I was alone in Seoul, and now Lee Dong Wook—THE Lee Dong Wook—was standing in front of me.

This wasn’t how I had imagined my first day in South Korea. Far from it. But somehow, everything seemed to slow down, and I knew something unexpected was about to unfold.

(To be continued)

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