#boy this got longer than I thought it would

[otomiyaa]

Hide and Seek

Viktor x Jayce

A/N: Another from this poll, finished! Still working through them in order, hehe, slowly.

Summary: Sequel to this Caitvi fic - Viktor and Jayce are working comfortably when their productive afternoon is interrupted with, uh, something similar to hide and seek, and one-sided tickle wars? (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 2.2K

"Jaaaaaaayce."

Viktor watched with amusement how Jayce Talis stormed through the lab like a startled animal.

He bumped his leg against the desk and knocked over some of their equipment, but eventually found a safe spot in the corner of their lab to hide, right behind their unused heater prototype. Well, until recently, when Jayce had used it to transport Vi in secret into Caitlyn's office for some sort of revenge mission.

Speaking of Vi, she was actually the reason Jayce was rushing through the office and hiding. Heh, he had been lucky she was so cheeky to announce her arrival soon before she reached them.

"Jayce Talis. Where are you?" She stood cockily in the lab as if she came here often, which wasn't really the case.

"Hello, Vi," Viktor greeted casually. Vi strode into the lab and looked around their organized mess.

"Where's the pretty boy? Day off?" she wondered. Viktor shook his head.

"He's over there."

Oh. Right after saying so, Viktor realized that Jayce must be reacting this way for a reason.

"Good!" Vi clapped her hands and walked over to where Jayce was hiding. Before she could reach him, Jayce jumped from his hiding place and circled around the room.

"Viktor how could you!" He sounded awfully cute as he accused him. Viktor chuckled.

"I'm sorry," he said, but Jayce had worse things to deal with. Vi was approaching him like an evil predator, and Viktor abandoned his work to admire the way Jayce grinned nervously.

"Were you hiding from me, pretty boy?" she asked.

"Look, what happened the other dayー"

"Who says I'm not just here to ask you for another favor? Don't you trust me?"

Even Viktor wouldn't have trusted her. She was smiling too nicely, and the tone in her voice was too sweet.

"I know you're here to make me- pahahay no! Don't you dare!" Jayce jumped away when Vi reached for him.

"I wasn't even going to do anything." Vi sounded unimpressed by how the usually cool Jayce Talis was now stumbling around all giggly and flustered. Viktor recognized Jayce's ticklish reactions before he even got tickled. He wondered if Vi really would go so far, knowing she wasn't even that close to Jayce.

Of course Viktor had heard a bit about how Jayce was going to help Vi with her revenge on Caitlyn, and later when he urged Jayce to tell him more about why he was acting so funny, Jayce admitted to him that he betrayed Vi and teamed up with Caitlyn instead.

It sounded like a fun thing between friends, and Viktor hadn't thought Vi would actually be back to, well yeah, punish Jayce or anything.

"V-Viktor, I'll get you later!" Jayce warned before he ran off with Vi after him. Viktor chuckled and didn't even bother helping him, but once he repeated those words in his head, it started to sink in. Jayce betrayed Vi, now Vi was after him. Viktor betrayed Jayce, so...?

Well, betrayed was a big word of course. But Viktor would admit that it wasn't very nice of him to bluntly give away Jayce's hiding spot without giving it much thought.

I'll get you later!

Even when flustered and giggly, Jayce could sound quite threatening. More than that, the meaning of those words started to sink in.

Feeling his cheeks heat up at the thought of Jayce punishing him, Viktor could no longer focus on his work and he stepped away from the desk. Hmm. He wondered how long Jayce would be gone.

A bathroom visit would be a good option, for now. A long one. Until Jayce came back and cooled down. Until his work would reel him back in, full concentration, so he would forget about that little threat, if it even meant anything. But even if it didn't mean anything, Viktor didn't feel like risking it.

His body felt all fluttery already at the mere thought. Jayce had tickled him before. If he was going ahead with a similar punishment, Viktor would be useless by the time he was finished with him. Flustered, breathless, his body burning as if it was on fire. Viktor remembered feeling like this and retreated into a bathroom stall.

Without needing to do anything, Viktor locked himself in the stall, put his cane to the side, toilet lid down, and sat fully clothed on it as if it was a comfortable chair. He took out the notebook he had brought and studied his notes for some entertainment.

It was a good hiding place, if Viktor could call this hiding. No, he wasn't really hiding. He was just making sure to avoid facing Jayce for the next couple of minutes. Which could be considered the same thing, oh well.

He listened carefully whether he could hear anything outside that would indicate what the hell was going on with Jayce and his new pal Vi, or enemy, whatever they were. There was nothing. Just silence, and the sound of the pages of his notebook. They must've raced each other through the whole building, or made amends. Who knew.

But then... Viktor jolted when he suddenly heard the door open, and he held his breath. He recognized Jayce right away - he was breathing heavily, of which the sound was soon drowned by the sound of running water.

"That little shit," Jayce cursed breathlessly, and he coughed a few times. Viktor felt his lips curl and he covered his mouth to hold back an audible chuckle. Heehee. Looked like Jayce really had a new friend, and that friend hadn't been going easy on him. Viktor would've liked to make fun of him if he hadn't already put him in this potential vengeful mood.

Viktor heard Jayce splash water in his face and drink some. He then cut off the water and let out a deep sigh. Waiting for him to go back to the lab, Viktor remained silent. Yes, Jayce. Break's over. No more playing around. Time to get back to work. Right now.

"Viktor. Is that you?"

Oh.

Viktor's breath hitched and he quickly grabbed his cane, a reflex he didn't understand. It wasn't going to protect him if Jayce would find him.

"...." Speechless, Viktor chose not to answer him. A bad move of course, which only rose suspicion.

"Viktor~?" Eep. Viktor didn't like the tone of that. He blushed and remained silent.

He heard Jayce move until he stood before the stall. Then the sound of a hand against the door.

"I know you're in there."

"...." It felt like a childish game of hide and seek. Viktor definitely felt the thrill, and even though he had never played hide and seek before, he could understand the fun of it.

"Viiiiktor," Jayce sang, tapping his fingers against the door. Yeah, he wasn't going to leave. Viktor sighed.

"Is it a habit of yours to disturb people when they're at the bathroom, Jayce?" Viktor tried to sound cool.

"Is it a habit of yours to rat out your loved ones, Viktor?" Jayce immediately retaliated, and Viktor was embarrassed to not have an answer to that.

Loved ones. It was indeed what they were but... More blushing, oof.

"It was an accident. If you came to talk about this, we can do it after I'm finished. You go back first."

Jayce laughed. "You make a good actor, Viktor. But you can't fool me. I know you're not doing anything in there."

"....What are you implying?" Viktor asked.

"I'm implying that you're hiding in there."

"I'm not a child. I don't play hide and seek. Like a certain someone," Viktor reminded him of Jayce's earlier attempt at hiding from Vi.

Their playful argument went back and forth, and continued to do so.

"Yet, you're hiding from me right now, Viktor."

"No, I am not. When you have to go, you have to go."

"Really? Okay then. Lucky you, to have such a loyal and social partner. I'll wait here until you are finished."

Damn. Viktor hesitated whether he should throw in lame excuses like a bad stomach, but no. He rolled his eyes fondly and finally got up from the toilet. His legs complained; he had been quite comfortable actually. To tease Jayce further, Viktor couldn't help but flush the toilet.

"Are you going to step away from the door and let me out?" Viktor asked, noticing that Jayce was still right in front of his stall. He made the mistake to unlock the door right after he said that, without hearing an answer.

Jayce was the one to open the door first as soon as it was unlocked, slamming it with enthusiasm, and Viktor gulped when he saw the smirk on his face.

That did not look like the face of a man who got his ass handed to him by a girl just now. Jayce Talis really was something else.

"Jayce, please," Viktor begged dryly. Jayce shook his head and shoved Viktor right back into his stall.

"I'm sorry," he responded in the same casual manner as Viktor had done right after he had blurted out Jayce's hiding spot earlier. As Viktor had feared, Jayce immediately reached for both his sides and tickled him. In a place like this.

"J-Jahayce nohoho! I sahahaid I'm sohorry!" Viktor heard himself laugh, and right here in the bathroom it was even more embarrassing. His laugh echoed through the room and combined with the feeling of getting tickled like this, Viktor already felt like surrendering.

The question was how one could surrender when Jayce was in a vengeful mood like this.

"I know you're sorry. I said I'm sorry too, right?" Jayce said, but they were meaningless words just to tease Viktor further. Viktor stumbled back and returned to his toilet seat, this time with force. He tried to get back up, but Jayce tickled him and Viktor just collapsed. He couldn't help it.

"What's wrong, Viktor? Are you ticklish?" Jayce asked as if he hadn't tickled him many times before.

Jayce was ticklish too, Viktor knew that. It was probably the thing he got confronted with earlier by Vi, or simply a wrestling match, but Viktor knew a tickle war was plausible. He knew at least Caitlyn would tickle Jayce from time to time too. If they could do itー

"Nu-uh, no you don't," Jayce sang the moment Viktor tried to retaliate. Catching his arm and pinning it above his head, Jayce tickled Viktor's vulnerable armpit and invited him to laugh to his fullest. There really was no choice but to drown the both of them in his loud, echoing laughter.

"JAhahayce! Ahhahha wahahait- not hehehere!"

"Not here, hm? And that while it tickles so much?" Jayce teased, tickling Viktor's armpit even more. It wasn't what Viktor actually meant. He tried to make it clear that this was still a public bathroom. If someone of the council would walk in on this, it was going to be embarrassing. But Jayce didn't give him any chance to say it.

"Heehehehe! I'm sohohorry! Noooo!" Viktor whined, turning and twisting. Here in this tiny stall, with him sitting while Jayce was looming over him, Viktor felt more trapped than ever, and it was flustering as hell.

"You're sorry? Right, I remember that. What were you sorry for, again?" Jayce asked. Viktor tried to flail his free arm, but it got caught as well and pinned together with his other. Now fully exposed and vulnerable, he could only squeal and shake with hysterical laughter as his lover attacked his helpless ribs and underarms with rapid tickles.

"Fohoohoor- ahahaah! Noooahahaa!" Viktor could barely speak. "F-foraahaha!" He really tried!

"Hmm. Can't understand you," Jayce said. Oh the tease. Viktor shook his head and squirmed weakly. His cheeks and whole body were burning, his heart racing, ahh. It felt as good as he remembered. Eh, bad. Bad of course.

Viktor never got to finish his apology. Jayce tickled him until he couldn't breathe. He would've called his accidental betrayal an accident, a mere slip up, but Jayce tickled him as if he had committed a crime, and Viktor couldn't help but feel ashamed for how much he enjoyed to experience this side of his partner.

When the tickling finally stopped, they were doing something even riskier. Their lips brushed against each other's and Jayce awkwardly bent forward to deepen the kiss even more.

Viktor would've gotten up if he could, but the strength in his legs was all gone. Instead, he pulled Jayce further down to kiss him more, almost making him fall forward.

Knowing it was a miracle they hadn't been disturbed yet, Jayce did keep this kiss short though, and before moving back he mumbled in Viktor's ear: "If you want to play more hide and seek, we can try again later."

He winked, and then with also a visible blush on his face, quickly left. Viktor rubbed his lips and lowered his head.

"Jayce," he breathed out. His body was burning with desire, excitement and more, and he felt his legs stagger a bit as he got back on his feet.

He was aware that wasn't just an invitation to play hide and seek, and Viktor found himself wanting to rush quickly into their room and accept the challenge. But eventually he returned to the lab where Jayce was as well. They exchanged smiles that were somewhat fond and shy before they resumed their work.

Right, no matter how much they longed for games, love, and each other, there was always some work coming in between. But that didn't mean they couldn't play later. Viktor already looked forward to it.

[noctis-kingfisher]

Blue Hour (i) ⁞ Isagi Yoichi

-> Your life finally settles after a rough divorce, and all you want is to run your flower shop in peace, but when 20-year-old Isagi Yoichi starts working for you, the summer might get hotter than anticipated.

18+, NSFW, summer solstice point!au, age-gap romance, reader is 28, Isagi is 20, eventual smut, and much of it, eventual questionable dubcon but not with Isagi, divorced reader, sexual exploration, pov change at the beginning, she/her pronouns are used briefly for reader, this is basically a self-insert, highly self-indulgent, canon universe despite some age disparities and how that affects the canon timeline (just don't think about it) , read summer solstice point tyty

-> masterlist

The soft tinkling of the little bell hanging over the door follows on the summer breeze as Isagi steps inside the flower shop, wiping the sweat from his brow. Heady aromas of flora and cut greenery flood his senses.

The shop is pleasantly cool, not as conditioned as he expected a flower shop to be, but familiar. He reaches the front counter when she pops in from one of the two back rooms, and his heart picks up at the sight.

“Hello, I’ll be right with you,” the woman greets, her movements quick in disappearing to set down the bouquet she was working on to take position at the front register. She gives the young man a pleasant smile and wipes her hands down her apron as she asks, “Are you looking for anything in particular today?”

Isagi blinks back into the present moment, embarrassment rising to his cheeks. “Let’s see… I am, actually. Do you have any lilacs? Oh, and plum blossoms?”

“Oh, wow,” she says with a huff, “you’re in luck. I was worried no one would ask for the last batch of plum blossoms we got in. You saved me today.”

He smiles bashfully, eyes sparkling. “Really? Call it fate.”

“I’ll say. So you’re looking to get a bouquet with lilacs and plum blossoms,” she repeats as she types in the information. “Do you want a small, medium, or large set?”

Warmth raises to his cheeks when she looks back up at him. “A… a large is fine, if you have enough plum blossoms.”

“Boy, do I.” She gently laughs and types some more. “And what name will this be under?”

The air in his lungs stills as he gazes at her, the sunlight filtering through over her hair making the airborne dust look like sparkles. “Isagi. Isagi Yoichi.”

Typing in the rest of his information, she accepts his credit card, and he has to keep himself from white-knuckling the countertop when their fingers brush each other not once but twice when she hands it back. His heart fully skips a beat when he notices she isn’t wearing a ring on her left hand.

“Alright, give me around thirty minutes. Is that okay? Or do you want to come back for them?”

Isagi shakes his head. It’s gotta take longer than that, he thinks. “I’ll wait, it’s no problem at all, really. Take your time.”

He has to reel himself in with a hand over his heart once she heads back to start on the bouquet. After a deep, centering breath, he fills his time by looking around the store. There’s a cooler with glass doors against the wall housing pre-made bouquets and shelves by the windows of potted plants and flora. He walks along the rows of metal shelves on the center floor showcasing baskets of fake flower arrangements for graves, he assumes.

A dinging notification catches his attention.

“Mm—” Isagi slips out his phone to see it isn’t his. Catching movement to his left, he’s able to peer inside the floral room where she’s standing. He instinctively moves to step out of sight to maintain her privacy, another flush of warmth rising to his cheeks, but stops when he sees the phone in her hand.

From this distance, he can’t make out the details but can see the opened messaging app. And she hasn’t responded. Her shoulders sit visibly slumped while she stares at the screen as if a dark cloud has appeared above her.

He could guess who it was from. The thought sours his mood in her stead. But he quickly gets back to looking around when she abruptly sighs and sets back to work. Passing in front of the counter again, he notices a paper and pen with something written down: “Part-timer wanted. Weekdays 1:00-5:00 p.m. Inquire for positions.”

His eyes glimmer.

Her sudden entrance with the bouquet catches him off guard. It’s only been twenty minutes. “Alright, it’s all done.” She puts on that same smile as before, proud of her work.

The sight of the full bouquet has him beaming. “Whoa—it looks amazing! Thank you for this. I uh…” He scratches the back of his neck. “I also noticed you’re looking for a part-timer.”

“Oh, are you interested?”

…

The interview for the position is done in the adjacent lunch room. A counter top lines the side wall, which holds a mini fridge and coffee machine that brews everything but.

You hand Isagi a matching black-cat mug of milk tea, fit with two ears pointing from the rim and green eyes painted below them, as you sit across from him at the table for two. His vase of lilacs and plum blossoms takes up most of the table space.

“Thank you,” he says softly, smiling at the cute mug before taking a sip. He hums in appreciation.

There’s been a soft yet unmistakable blush to his cheeks ever since he followed you to the back, and you’d be a fool not to notice the reaching behind his gaze the moment you met. It doesn’t help you either with how he sits into himself shyly yet filled out as if he’s had years of life beyond his young age, you assume just starting college. It makes you wonder what made him this way.

“Ah, may I remove this…?” Isagi reaches to slip off his open flannel shirt, and that’s when you notice the sweat on his collarbone.

“Oh, by all means. My apologies. I keep it kinda warm back here. I can turn it down if you’d like.”

Isagi shakes his head and continues with taking the flannel off, leaving him in his white t-shirt. “It’s fine, really. I don’t mind.”

I do mind, you say in your head as your eyes flit over his exposed neck, down his broad shoulders, and his arms.

Still, you conduct the interview; your current employee will be leaving soon, and there aren’t many people lining up for your small shop. Should Isagi initiate anything unprofessional, you could simply fire him, you conclude.

The hard beat of your heart calls your bluff.

You clear your throat and hope the clarity reaches your head. “Alright. To start off, do you have any prior experience working at a flower shop?”

“Er, no…” Isagi scratches the back of his head. “But I watched a few documentaries on florists and floriculture before. A lot of effort and creativity goes into this specialization.” He smiles boyishly and scratches his chin with his index finger. “You’re so cool, Ms. Sato.”

“Really?” The effort is appreciated if you’re to believe him. “That’s sweet, thank you. The position doesn’t require you to make arrangements, but if you’re interested in it, I could teach you over time.”

“I’d love that!” Isagi says with a determination that surprises you.

You smile and then continue. “You’d mainly be up front to take orders, and that includes over the phone. The front and back of the building need to remain clean too, but I usually sweep since I’m the one making most of the mess—”

“I can clean it all, Ms. Sato.” Isagi nods emphatically, and you can’t stop your mind from taking his words in a different light.

You mentally chide yourself and sweep the thoughts under the rug while you write in your notebook.

“And as for transportation,” you change topics.

“Ah, I don’t live far, actually. I could even walk here with no problem.”

You nod and write some more down. “Alright. And I’m sure you read the flier, but the shifts are from one to five on the weekdays. You won’t have to help me close, but you’d need to make sure you clean the desk before leaving your station. Will this get in the way of any schooling?”

“Er, no, it’ll be completely fine. I only stayed for one year…” Isagi says a bit reluctantly but quickly amends it by saying, “But I can start as soon as tomorrow—or right now if you need a hand.”

“Can you write your number here?” You hand over the notebook and pen to him, which he takes with a slight bow of his head, slightly dejected.

“Of course.” He hands it back to you when he’s done.

You nod. “Don’t worry about today. I’ll give you a call tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Ms. Sato.”

You watch him take his vase of flowers and flannel over his shoulder before he leaves. It’s only when the bell hanging over the front door signals that you look down at your name tag. It only reads your first name.

With a sigh, the weight of social interaction finally slips from the corners of your mouth, and you stand to return to the next room over to work on the bouquet you had previously.

“Sorry I’m late, Ms. Sato!” Your current part-time employee, Mei, startles you before you can step out the door.

“Ah, that’s alright,” you say, patting over your heart. “It wasn’t busy.”

“That guy had a pretty big bouquet. You did it this morning?” Mei asks as she settles her things down.

You look over to the window absentmindedly as if he’d be there if you looked. “Yes. But it wasn’t bad. Only lilacs and plum blossoms with some fillers.”

Mei whistles. “He must like someone.”

Her words give you pause before you resume your way back to the floral room. “You think so?”

“First,” Mei starts as she tidies her space at the front counter, “he’s buying flowers. It’s for someone. Second, flower language of course. He’s totally got a crush on somebody. Maybe he’s confessing today? Oh—” She notices the hiring flier. “Do you want me to hang this up on the door?”

You stare blankly at the in-progress bouquet of yellow hyacinths on the wooden table. “Ah, no, that’s okay. We actually don’t need it anymore.”

…

“See you tomorrow, Ms. Sato! I promise I won’t be late next time!”

You wave Mei goodnight at the door before locking up for the evening.

You’ve called the second story of the flower shop your home for the past eight years since you bought the place. After cleaning around the store, you make your way to the lunch room where the stairs lie hidden behind the back wall.

You stop at the table when you see the cat mugs of tea still sitting there, and memories of the interview spill back into your mind while you spill the cups into the sink.

“He’ll be a good addition…” you speak aloud to yourself in the dim silence. The words themselves don’t drown out or convince the weird feelings from the day any more than you. But you still try. “He’s strong, so he can lift and carry things I can’t. He’s friendly and polite… so… he’ll be good with customers.”

The convincing follows you up the stairs.

You click the door closed behind you with a sigh and are immediately hit with a familiar voice.

“You can’t just leave the air conditioner on, can you? Tch...”

Ice shoots down your spine. You rush a hand up to flip on the lights to reveal the empty apartment. The memory melts away as soon as it arrives, and relief takes its place.

It’s been over a year since you divorced your husband, and the whale fall has yet to clear, you suppose.

“Divorcing him was good for you. Twenty-eight is still young,” you hear your friend group’s words in mind.

Yes. It was for the best.

“You didn’t need him anyway. He had it made but still mooched off of you.”

“We tried to tell you. Nothing good would come from him, at least not long term.”

“Men like him don’t know how to settle down. You’d think rich would stay with rich, but no.”

You swat the thoughts away and trudge into the kitchen, feeling heavier now from the day. It’s true that you wanted for nothing. The perks of being born into a wealthy family meant you could pursue your love of flowers however you saw fit. It also meant you could settle down whenever, and that you did.

Setting a pot to boil, you warm your hands over the rising heat. Even though the air conditioner is set so high it rarely comes on, you still catch chills so easily.

The heat hugging your hands reminds you of the way he used to complain, but those thoughts slowly replaced with those of a flannel being removed politely.

“Ah, I’m hot…”

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[captainnameless]

just saw a tiktok of a mum who was struggling to discipline her toddler because he was too cute and don’t ask me why but it reminded me of little Oscar 🤣

lolol. this had given me thoughts:

Daniel hadn’t expected the outburst. Oscar’s usually pretty calm and quiet when he plays, especially with the train set he had picked out himself.

Not today though, apparently, because one of the wagons just nearly hit Daniel in the face.

It’s pulled his attention from his phone towards the boy with a look of surprise, watches Oscar’s eyes shoot daggers at the piece of plastic across the room, arms crossed over his chest, cheeks flushed.

He looks utterly adorable, like a cross kitten if you will, but Daniel knows he cannot let that go.

“Oscar, sweetheart.” Daniel hums, putting his phone down. “Trains are not for throwing, baby. Can you pick that up please and put it where it belongs?”

“No.” Oscar’s answer is short and immediate, frustration clear in his tone.

Daniel sighs softly, straightening a bit. “Oscar,” he says again, a bit firmer this time. “Please go pick it up.”

Oscar’s glare shifts from the piece of plastic to Daniel, and while the boy probably thinks he’s being very intimidating, all it does is make Daniel want to coo. “No.” The glare is accompanied by an impressive pout.

God damnit, Carlos had always been better at the whole discipline thing.

Daniel takes a breath. “One,” he says, mostly because he needs time to think about how to handle this.

Oscar doesn’t flinch, maintains eye contact even, the little shit.

Daniel waits longer than a second, mentally preparing himself for a possible tantrum before continuing. “Two.”

Oscar’s scowl grows, lips jutting out into an even deeper pout, arms crossing tighter around him with a huff. “No no no no, no!” The way Oscar shakes his head makes his hair bounce and it’s utterly adorable. Daniel thinks about banishing scissors so no one will ever be able to cut it.

Except there’s no time to think about that, he’s got world’s most adorable toddler throwing a tantrum to deal with.

“Oscar,” he warns gently.

Oscar doesn’t budge.

“Three,” Daniel says, a little sad, as he pushed himself up from the couch.

The power of three never fails to amaze Daniel, because suddenly Oscar is scrambling up from the carpet, already making his way over to his throw victim while blurting out a different tone of “No no!”

Daniel halts, watches Oscar snatch the wagon up before turning to face Daniel again. “No I don’t wanna …” he trails off then, realizing Daniel never actually gave him a consequence of what would happen after he got to three and promptly bursts out into tears.

“Oh, buddy.” Daniel sighs gently, stepping forward. “Danny hold you?”

With Oscar, he usually always asks.

There’s no doubt Oscar wants to be touched though, because he sort of flings himself at Daniel, wagon clutched into his hand as Daniel hoists him up, already humming some soothing noises as he gently rocks the boy as they move back to the couch.

“Shhh,” he hums, fitting Oscar in his lap as he sits back down, his fingers gently going up and down his spine. “We’re gonna be quiet for a bit together, ok? You can cry, sweetheart.”

He’s always been a fan of implementing these time out adjacent quiet time sessions with the boys when he feels they need a moment to calm down but it doesn’t feel beneficial to actually put them in time out where he can’t hold them.

He checks his watch and decides of 5 minutes of no speaking, just gentle soothing noises and soft touches before he speaks again, pressing a soft kiss onto Oscar’s hair.

The crying has quieted down to sniffles, one hand still clutching the train while the other has fisted into Daniel’s jumper.

“Those are some big feelings, huh buddy?”

Oscar nods, a sas hiccupy sniffle leaving him.

“You wanna talk about them?”

Oscar pouts, reluctantly letting go of Daniel’s jumper to wipe at his eyes before looking up at Daniel.

“Dandy,”

It comes out sort of whiny and the nickname pulls a smile out of the elder.

“Yes, bub?”

“The train wasn’t clicking.”

Oscar holds up the little wagon, before pointing an accusatory finger in the direction of the rest of the train set.

“It wasn’t clicking?” Daniel hums, brushing a hand through Oscar’s lock. “Was that frustrating, baby?”

Oscar nods, lips jutting out into another pout.

“Did throwing the wagon fix it?”

Oscar sighs softly, eyes looking down. “No.” He whispers.

Daniel smiles encouragingly, hand brushing past Oscar’s cheek. “Can you think of something you could’ve done to help you with fixing it?”

Another big sigh leaves Oscar. “Ask you.” He mumbles, looking up at Daniel again.

“Me?” Daniel gasps, brushing at Oscar’s wet cheeks. “You think silly old me can fix the train?!”

The ridiculous tone Daniel has taken on pulls a soft giggle from the boy. “Yes you!”

“I think that’s a great idea.” Daniel praises, gently lowering Oscar from his lap. “Let’s go try together.”

[nasirofmanderlys]

✯

the fire crackled low, casting faint, flickering shadows over the room as nasir leaned back, swirling the amber liquid in his goblet absentmindedly. his gaze flicked to tion, who sat across from him, that familiar mix of steady confidence and quiet care etched into his features. nasir knew tion meant well, his words chosen with the kind of precision that came from years of understanding the weight they carried. still, they struck sharp against nasir's thoughts, the truths in them both comforting and damning.

"issue is, i don't see it as restraint," nasir began, his voice low but firm, his dark eyes meeting tion’s in the dim light. "it isn’t restraint, not truly. restraint would have been stopping myself that night, knowing full well the consequences. but this—this silence, this... distance—it doesn’t feel like strength. it feels like failure. like cowardice."

his voice softened, but the bitterness lingered. "i’ve told myself it’s for his sake, that my absence spares him from scandal, from whispers of illegitimacy. but tell me, tion, how does a boy grow into a man without knowing where he comes from? without a father to guide him?" nasir’s jaw tightened, and he looked away, his gaze drawn to the dying fire. "i’ve always thought a man is defined not by his words but by his deeds. and a father..." he paused, his throat tightening. he thought of his own father.

"a father is meant to be there, no matter the storm, no matter the burden. i've always said that, that boys need their father. yet here i am, leaving that boy to grow under another’s roof because i lacked the courage to claim him. because i thought i could outrun the shame."

nasir sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. the weight of his thoughts felt heavier than ever in the stillness of the room. "you’ve done right by him, tion. you’ve given him a home, stability, all the things i should have. and for that, i owe you more than i can ever repay. but don’t mistake my gratitude for absolution. this isn’t something i can make peace with, not yet." and the man's face couldn't help but laugh slightly now as he accepted the refill of the drink, indicating his glass toward his tion himself. "and amir keeps thinking he's yours." he took a sip of his drink, letting the burn settle his frayed nerves before continuing. he didn't speak more on mariela egen.

"as for marriage..." nasir let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "bringing a woman into this mess would be cruel. how could i ask someone to stand beside me when i’m not even sure i’ve got my feet under me? no, not until house manderly is secure, not until i’ve put the pieces in place to ensure the north can’t afford to overlook us any longer. then, perhaps. but not now." his gaze returned to tion, and for a moment, the stern façade cracked, revealing a flicker of vulnerability that only ever showed with tion peake. "i’ll make it right one day, for the boy. for the family i’ve failed so far. but until then... well, i’ll keep trying to be the man i should have been all along."

"what's your excuse? it's not like there aren't enough white women in the south." the words, said in nasir's typically serious, quiet voice, was enough to cause a crack of a grin that cross his features.

the fire flickered, it's light beginning to burn low, and tion continued to study nasir in the dying light. "i am not calling you a coward, nasir," he said, far more gently than when he had spoke before. "you are judging yourself far too harshly. it might choke you, but your restraint is saving that boy from a lot of turmoil." he did not know if it mattered what he said to nasir. tion understood the weight of carrying such a secret, but he knew it was nothing compared to the weight nasir felt. tion had the advantage of being able to tuck away any guilt he felt, knowing he did what he did as the act of loyalty. he could convince himself this was a good thing.

he had known nasir for a long time now - long enough to be able to read between the lines of what was pressing on him. it was duty - the act of trying live up to the legacy carved by manderlys before him. he could not pretend to know what that felt like, for tion was the first good man in a long line of bad ones. there was no expectations on tion's shoulders, for the path he was forging for himself was a legacy cast anew, without the pressure to follow the footsteps that came before. for all the steady confidence in his words, he could not provide a balm for nasir's soul, could do nothing but sit in his company, and listen as those thoughts took shape into words.

"another?" he asked, gesturing to the half-full bottle with a wry smile. "or have you had your fill?" he was glad to see nasir laugh, but though he said nothing of it, something flickered in tion's gaze that was unfamiliar. perhaps it was something to do with the way nasir spoke of the belmores. he did not speak of his betrothal often, and it felt like something tion knew better than to poke at. instead, he merely raised his eyebrows, inviting further comment without asking with words. or perhaps it was because he was too close to the situation, too attached to the boy, to fully smother the flicker of protectiveness at nasir's words. all this. pathetic.

tion ran a hand over his jaw. "making do has served plenty of men well enough," he managed a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes, evidently his own turn to fall into thought. well enough had never been something tion was content with, and nasir knew it well. in business, that was no bad thing, to hold ambition close and keep a steady eye on your goals. in the marital bed, it was different. if he took a woman to wife, how long would it be before his gaze began to wander, before he had set sights on the next best thing that he had to have? was there such thing as a woman so brilliant that he would find the sort of contentment that had never found him anywhere else, in any other aspect of his life. there was always something more.

"look at us," he chuckled. "sitting around like a pair of miserable bastards talking about women when neither of us have one." his laughter was low and warm, the kind that was a familiar sound to nasir in the years of their friendship. "perhaps that is our problem, brother. without a woman, we've both had much too much time to think."

[waltzing-rats]

They are going to a sleepover :)

[missholoska]

Hey Papyrus,

How was that one talk you had with the human towards the end of their journey?

Anything particular to note about how it went?

Any commentary on it from Chara?

[cementcornfield]

UGH

[mortalprinceoflies]

Closed Starter | @runyou-clever-boy

They were being watched. He’d tried to ignore it, write it off as paranoia from this being their first family trip outside of the country. This wasn’t an installment in the ‘Taken’ franchise; surely, no one was lurking in the shadows, waiting to kidnap one of his girls. No matter what he told himself, however, Luke’s anxiety wouldn’t leave him, especially when he noticed how tense Delaney was. Riley was taking photos nonstop, and Morgan and Jayden were animatedly pointed out landmarks that they wanted to visit next, with the Tower of London being the most prevalent on the list at the moment. They were blissfully unaware that their parents’ heads were on swivels, scanning the crowded London streets for whomever might be following them.

Delaney spotted him first. “Pretty blond with the pouty lips,” she muttered, squeezing Luke’s hand. “He’s definitely tailing us. I saw him when we walked out of the Jack the Ripper Museum.”

“So he’s been on us for at least fifteen minutes,” Luke sighed, hating the fact that he’d been right. “Great…alright, keep moving with the girls. I’ll take care of this guy and catch up with you.”

“Don’t do anything stupid, Luke…”

“I won’t! I’m just gonna have a polite chat with the guy, try to discourage him from pulling whatever bullshit he wants to pull. I think he knows he’s been made, though.” Luke had locked eyes with the mysterious young man by mistake, and now couldn’t stop looking at him for fear that he’d lose him in the crowd. This was just too weird. He gave Delaney a quick kiss on the cheek, pretending not to notice as she slipped one of her lucky charms into his pocket before leaving with the girls. It was her way of saying she was worried about him, and he honestly found it endearing.

Squaring his shoulders, he turned to confront his stalker, brown eyes turning steely and briefly flashing red. “Look, buddy, I know you probably thought I’d be an easy target because I’m some country bumpkin tourist, but you’re barkin’ up the wrong tree. I’m just tryin’ to have a nice vacation with my family. I don’t need you to ruin it with whatever scheme you’re plannin’ on pullin’. Stop followin’ us!” Hands balled into fists at his sides briefly before loosening again. He didn’t want this to turn into a fight, but if the other decided to get physical, he would gladly defend himself.

Little did he know that he had yet another pair of eyes on him. Vigoraunt had been haunting Luke and his family for far longer than this angelic menace; he had just been more subtle. Blending into the crowd was just as easy for the incubus here in England as it had been back in the States. Hells, he’d probably turned it into an art form at this point. The trick was to simply mind one’s own business while remaining in the general vicinity of one’s target, although being able to turn invisible certainly didn’t hurt. Truthfully, he hated being a spy, but restoring Lucifer to his infernal throne was more than worth it. A nosy fallen angel, however, could throw a massive wrench into that plan. Vig readied himself to intervene if necessary. This could get messy.

[arytha]

more era thoughts incoming bc i tend to obssess when thinking about him ->

[quicksweetdreamer]

Do you… do you also think that Charles is so upset over that particular secret because it involves someone (probably) doing someting to Edwin but he doesn’t know what and that hits a little too close to home and his own secret?

Like, maybe the CK did something really bad to Edwin and he doesn’t want to tell Charles (for similar reasons as to why Charles himself doesn’t want to share his secret with Edwin)?

And at first it seems unlikely so he’s not too alarmed but as time goes on he learns tidbits of infos (like the CK getting into Edwin’s space) and Edwin STILL doesn’t want to tell him what happened but he looks distressed and Charles wants to help but with the Devlin’s House and all the trauma resurfacing he’s getting angrier and angrier and it’s starting to truly scare him…

#classic jealous bf behavior

dead boy detectives s1 | charles + edwin

[axvwriter]

THE Love Spell -start-

Featuring my oc-inserted-yuu Bobo and my twst ocs, Paulie and Tuck.

Bobo gets hit by a particular spell by Paulie, though at least he isn't claiming she'll need a kiss to break it. She'll just be stuck with it with a vague claim of a few hours.

Bobo had several reasons, well maybe just two really, for hating the Royal Sword Academy. It was just her luck that one of those reasons had bumped into her while she was out in the island's town to run an errand.

"Bobo! How nice to see you!" Paulie, one of RSA's supposedly few troublemakers called out upon reaching her. "Are you all alone? Isn't your familiar usually with you?"

"Grim is not my familiar." Bobo sighed, meeting Paulie's cheerful grin with a frown. "I'm actually not alone, but Grim didn't want to come along. I got separated from my friend thanks to the crowds." Oh if only the crowded market had kept Paulie from reaching her.

"Which friend is it? I bet I could help you find them!" Paulie leaned over her, resting an elbow on her shoulder as he peered about the swarm of people. "Is it the blue or the red one?"

"I don't need any of your help." Bobo practically snarled as she swatted his arm off of herself. Paulie pouted at her before suddenly perking up.

"Ohhh, I get it. You're on a date! That's why you don't want to tell me!" Paulie tugged lightly at the second blazer draped over her. Bobo scowled as she grabbed his wrist.

"What type of assumption is that? I don't need to tell you anything, especially considering we are not friends." Bobo's words caused Paulie to fling his free hand over his own chest.

"Not friends?! After all the things I've done for you. You're just as mean as any Night Raven College student." Paulie sulked before jumping back to his usually cheeriness. "I got it!"

"Got what?! No! Don't you dare do another thing for me! All you ever do is inconvenience me!" Bobo released him to try running away. Running, sadly, wasn't an option with how packed the streets are.

"Cheer up! I'm simply casting a spell to help you better express your love!" Paulie's grin slipped into a rather mischievous smirk as magic startled to crackle around his fingers. "Why, someone like you loves everyone, don't you? What a shame to hide that. For the next few hours, I declare you'll only be calling out your love to all!"

"Bobo!" A familiar voice called out just as Paulie's spell hit Bobo in the back. Unfortunately for Paulie, and for Bobo, people noticed the commotion the young fae caused. Paulie laughed, shouting something about it being harmless as he easily fled the crowds.

"Bobo, what happened? Wasn't that the RSA guy who keeps bothering you?" Tuck's voice called out again as he pushed past the concerned passerby's to check over Bobo. Bobo patted herself down before grabbing onto Tuck's arm.

"Come on love, let's find somewhere quieter to talk." Bobo told him before addressing the passerbys that she was fine. "If only love hadn't run... though he never explains what spells he casts anyways..."

"D-did you call me love?" Tuck stuttered as he helped Bobo wind her way away from the busy streets and into a calmer spot.

"What? No? I'm sure I called you by your name, love." Bobo paused upon hearing herself. "Love... love... I swear I'm trying to say your name!"

"Do you think that's the spell that guy casted? Just replacing my name with... that?" Tuck rubbed at one of his ears.

"He didn't know who I was with though... I... I tried to say love's name as well. Great... Come on, we still have some stuff to buy for love, right?"

"For... Trey? Oh, I did get one thing! Though that's before I realized I lost you..."

"It's fine, love. Just keep close to me."

"Vice-housewarden Trey! We're back!" Tuck called out as he led Bobo into Heartslabyul's kitchen. He placed a bag of goods onto the nearest counter before turning to Bobo. She held a large bag of flour, just barely able to peer over the side to actually see where she went.

"Prefect, do you need help with that?" Trey asked as he stopped what he was doing upon spotting her. He walked over to try taking the flour from her.

"I got it, love. Just point me to where you want it." Bobo side-stepped him. Trey paused briefly before taking the flour.

"Right, you can handle it, but you wont be able to reach the cupboard this goes in." Trey carried it away, motioning for Tuck to open a specific cupboard for him. A cupboard that was indeed too high for Bobo to reach.

"Does it make any sense to put heavy stuff up that high?" Bobo mumbled as she eyed the weird furniture of Heartslabyul. "Where's love? Did he and love- oh rot, how am I supposed to clarify who I'm talking about?!"

"You feeling okay, Prefect?" Trey questioned, looking over her. Bobo looked over to Tuck for help. Tuck didn't notice, busy putting away the ingredients they had bought for Trey. Bobo sighed and went over to tug on his shirt-sleeve.

"Huh? Oh! Oh right! Vice-housewarden, Bobo got cursed by some RSA guy!" Tuck explained.

"Curse sounds a little strong. Just some sort of spell that's messing up my speech." Bobo added.

"A RSA student casted magic on you?" Trey gently pulled Bobo away from Tuck to try inspecting her. "Are you hurt at all? Do you know who was it?"

"It was that love guy! Gah!" Bobo threw her arms up in frustration before looking over at Tuck.

"...Sorry... I don't know his name... but I've heard he's trespassed on campus few times before to mess with Bobo." Tuck sheepishly offered.

"That sounds like it was Paulie." Trey sighed, stopping his inspection of Bobo. "He always seems to target Prefect for his pranks. His pranks are usually harmless though."

"Right... I suppose it's not too big of a deal to just call everyone love." Bobo pulled out her phone and started typing away. "Let me test something. It would help to know how strongly this affects me." She hit send, causing Trey's phone to beep. He pulled out his phone to check what she sent him.

"Ah." Trey coughed into his fist, "It says "Hi love"." Trey gave a sheepish smile as he wondered why such a small thing was starting to embarrass him.

"I was certain I typed your name in... Though... I recall actually typing the word love." Bobo groaned, hovering a hand over her forehead. "Love said it will only last a few hours... but I'm not sure if I should trust his sense of time enough to try avoiding people. At least it's the weekend."

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[smol-tired-binch-blog]

sigh. I miss when I liked Kiwami

[rayvern-sheep]

Update on my mental health: I am doing better! Just in case anyone read those concerning posts the past few weeks and was worried.

I have kinda long-winded advice sorta shit under the cut if you are thinking of top surgery but know you don’t deal w/ change well, or have got it but are wondering why you still feel like shit weeks later when everyone else seems to feel better. And then some more rambling in the tags if you’re into that sorta thing.

Oh boy it’s long under the cut… Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Some advice: if you have a hard time w/ big change, small change, any kind of change. Be prepared to have a hard time w/ top surgery recovery. The general consensus if you research it is that post-op depression is over by abt the fourth week, and that is actually deemed late by some sources. Many said the second or third week. If you are starting to feel worse after that point it does not mean you made a mistake! Don’t panic!

Even though I wrote several notes to myself before the procedure explaining that I did in fact want this, and I know I am bad w/ change, that did not help me when I was in the pits of a doom spiral. I’m ngl that was genuinely the worst I’ve been mentally in years. I had to ring a suicide hotline at one point because I thought I’d lost the point of life. Talk to someone you trust abt how you’re feeling. I just straight up sobbed into my mum’s shoulder abt how I didn’t understand anything anymore and I was terrified I’d made a mistake getting surgery. She talked me through it and reminded me that I’d wanted this for years, that I didn’t go outside w/out a binder on, etc. She reminded me that everyone deals w/ things at different times, just because most ppl feel perfectly fine by the one month mark it doesn’t mean I would. Then after that I just hung out w/ her. The day after that we went and did some chores outside the house. A little time outside is often a good idea, I do regret to inform you.

I’m not gonna say I’m all fixed and perfect now. I’m still low energy and back to hiding in my baggy hoodies (now I can get them on again yippee!!!) but I’m not pushing myself rn. And I wish I had some good advice other than idk have a good system of loved-ones. If you have a therapist talk to them. Don’t be like me and bottle shit up. I’m so good at bottling shit up that I do not notice smthn is getting bad until I’m at the very bottom of the fucking doom spiral and I look up and see how far I fell down it lmao.

I wrote a whole diff paragraph but deleted it. Better version though is just try not to put too much pressure on yourself. Surgery is exhausting, and feeling burned-out even after a month isn’t smthn to be ashamed of. Just focus on keeping yourself sane. If possible take it easy, do things half-assed and low-effort for a while if you can get away w/ it. Just while you mentally catch up to your new stuff.

For some ppl top surgery “fixes” all their problems, but for most it does not. Whatever mental or physical problems you had before surgery, you will still have. Now, my surgeon literally told me surgery would not fix everything. I knew this before going into this, before I even had my first conversation with him, and I still had a bad fucking time mentally. So don’t expect to feel perfect. I was in a weird surreal bubble for the first like 3(?) weeks where I was just physically recovering before my head fucking lost it.

I don’t wanna put anyone off, and tbh worrying abt how bad you’re gonna feel can be a bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy. I just wanna say that it can get rough. But if it does, you are not alone!!! You’ve not ruined your life, it’s not the end of the world, you still have something to live for. Keep pushing through, take it slow, talk to someone you trust. Try to do things that comfort you and help you feel safe. You’re gonna get through it.

Idk man I just wanted to share my experience on this. Because in my frantic research from the bottom of the pit all I could see were smiling faces saying they felt the best they’d ever felt in their life. It was euphoria all day every day. And the only ppl who weren’t feeling perfect were the ppl unhappy w/ their results. But the thing is I love my results, everything looks as expected. It’s literally how I drew it lmao, couldn’t have gone better. Not to brag sorry. But the point was, nothing was wrong physically. The majority of the physical healing was done, but my brain hadn’t been healing at all during that time. It was just putting itself to the side while the body did it’s thing. And when even proper medical sources are saying that ppl usually start to feel mentally better after the fourth week, and I was actually starting to feel shitty by that point, it rlly made me worry smthn was wrong. I was frantically trying to blame something for what I was feeling. And it was likely a whole mess of shit, with the main culprit being my inability to process change. Dude I freak out when a loved-one gets a tattoo or a piercing or changes their fucking hair. I wish I was joking, but I’m not. It stresses me out. And although I always get over it eventually, I should’ve known that this was gonna happen. After those early weeks of the itchy haze, I totally should’ve known a mental spiral was on the horizon. But I was just so lost in the sauce that was the whole experience.

I would not change the experience of top surgery for the world. I only wish I’d been more prepared for the dive my mental health would take so late in the game. I expected post-op depression. But as I said that’s usually only in the first couple of weeks. So when it didn’t happen I thought I was okay. But oooooo boy. I forgot how slow my brain is at processing shit. And hey, if I did “make a mistake” in getting my tits chopped off. If in the future I’m like “Hey I’m a woman now!” then so fucking what. There are titless women out there, and they’re no less woman than a woman w/ tits so big they break her back. Life is for living so fucking do that. I’ve not butchered or ruined my body even if my gender does change in the future. Get rekt transphobes.

ANYWAY… I think I’ve rambled enough. If I remember smthn I’ll prob add it in a RB cos this post is already long enough now. Thank fuck for the “read more” function. So I can hide all my stupid mushy shit under here and not clog up someone’s dash. Yippee!!

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

I promised you some lions! Let's talk about manes, males, and management.

This is Tandie, the current male lion at the Woodland Park Zoo.

Notice anything odd about him? He's got one of those hilarious awkward teenager manes. Except... this cat is nine years old.

I was, of course, immediately curious.

Manes serve a lot of purposes for male lions, including being an indicator of health and fitness - it's actually a sexually selected trait and a social signal. Mane texture / hair quality / length is dependent on nutrition and the body having energy to grow (and carry around!) that much hair! The color is also a signal: males with darker manes have been found to have higher testosterone levels.

In one research report, wild males were much more likely to avoid a lion decoy when it had a longer or darker mane - but the girls really loved a dark mane. It's thought this is because a long, dark mane is an indicator of mate quality. Males with longer, darker manes have higher testosterone and were pretty healthy: meaning they had more energy for fighting, had a better chance of recovering if they got injured, and generally had a higher rate of offspring survival. Manes matter!

So, back to Tandie. He was actually born at the Woodland Park Zoo in 2014 alongside two brothers, to dad Xerxes and mother Adia.

This was Xerxes (rip).

Obviously, a very large, dark, lush mane on Xerxes here. So where did these blond muttonchops come from on his son?

I asked the zoo docents and got an answer that didn't make a lot of sense. They told me that after the three cubs grew into adolescents, they were moved to the Oakland Zoo together. But living together suppressed his testosterone, and he never grew a mane.

Hmmmm.

Here's a photo from 2016, when the brothers debuted at Oakland. They're a year and a half old in this photo.

(Photo Credit: Oakland Zoo)

And here's from an announcement for their third birthday.

(Photo credit: Oakland Zoo)

Okay, so these dudes obviously all were growing manes as of 2017. I think Tandie is the one on the left in the first photo, and laying down in the middle on the second. What happened?

I was just in the Bay Area for a zoo road trip, of course I went to Oakland and tracked down a docent to ask some questions.

It turns out that shortly after the brothers turned three, they started acting like adult male lions: they started scuffling regularly. It's a normal social thing for male lions to live in groups, called coalitions, but according to my lion experts there's generally a baseline level of some social jostling within them. It wasn't quite clear from what the docent said if they couldn't manage the boys together, or if they just wanted to avoid the scratches and small wounds that result from normal lion behavior. Regardless, they put all three of the boys on testosterone blockers in order to be able to keep them together as a social group.

Now, I don't know a lot about the use of hormone alteration as a form of captive animal management, except in the case of birth control. I don't think it's something that's unethical - there was just a webinar on it that I saw go by - but I don't think it's commonly done with big cats. Lions have kind of complicated reproductive cycles, and for instance, we've been learning that female lions can take much longer to come into estrus again than expected after coming off hormonal birth control.

In males, testosterone blockers (or being neutered) means they lose their manes. This is why a lot of rescues will do a vasectomy on their males instead of a neuter - it allows them to keep their mane and the social signals that accompany it.

Tandie returned home to Woodland Park Zoo after Xerxes passed in early 2022, and the docent told me all of the lions had been off their blockers "for while." I'd guess those things happened around the same time, since bringing the trio down to a duo at Oakland would reduce some of the social tensions.

Hormones are such interesting things, though. One of Tandie's brothers has a full mane again, and the other is still totally mane-less.

As for Tandie, his mane is growing back in, and it looks like he might rival his dad for length and coloration.

He started here, in February:

Yesterday:

What a difference four months (and maybe proximity to a girl) makes!

[bidokja]

THE WAY I JUST GASPEDDD AT THIS DEVELOPMENT IN THIS SILLY LITTLE BL

[softnsquishable]

One thing about me is I blush at the drop of a fucking hat and I despise it because everyone makes fun of me for it. I don't even have to be embarrassed, it'll just happen.