#close that damn mouth…💢

[skeletonshower]

now why are these the faces he decides to make

[huboi]

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CHAPTER 1 : EYE-TO-EYE

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╰┈➤ summary; one friday afternoon, you come face-to-face with a man covered in tats. when at the counter, a small voice politely asks ‘papa’ for a cookie…

╰┈➤ includes; gn! barista! reader, single dad! sukuna, child! yuji, extreme fluff, sukuna is 28 (had yuji at 18), reader is early 20s’ so somewhat of an age gap

╰┈➤ a/n; consider this mini series as a 1k follower special! I’m so stoked I made it this far, tysm for all the support throughout the years <3

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THE GENTLE TINKLE of the bell alerted you of a new costumer, causing you to turn around away from the coffee machine ready to greet said customer with a smile and polite welcome, only for your body to stiffen in reflex.

the man that now stood in front of the counter had an eerie aura to him. he wore a black wife beater, the tight clothing highlighting the muscles that lay beneath the clothing, his arms covered in black tats, the muscles making the tats seem extra prominent. his grey sweatpants may be baggy, but you guessed that underneath lays muscular legs and thighs that could easily crush a watermelon-

snapping out of checking out the hot, dangerous looking stranger, you gave him a strained smile at him, hoping he couldn’t sense your nervousness. a small voice saying “papa, can I please have a cookie?” startled you. two little chubby hands cling to the counter, a mop of fluffy pink hair peeking at the variety of cookies on display.

“oi you brat! you’ve already had dessert at chosos’, I don’t need you bouncing off the damn walls when we get back,” the man grunted, arms crossing against his chest, which made his man tits more profound.

“hey, how about this; you can have a hot chocolate instead of a cookie?” you suggested, smiling at the cute little boy in front of you.

facing his father, yuji proceeded to plead him with the signature puppy dog eyes whilst a continuous chorus of pleases left his mouth.

sukuna sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before he mumbled out “one hot chocolate for the brat and black coffee for me,” causing yuji to throw a little celebration, squealing in delight and hugging sukunas’ slutty waist, literally jumping with joy.

the sight plastered a small, genuine smile onto your face, unbeknownst to you, causing a blush to form onto sukunas’ usually stoic face, heart pounding in his chest at this new feeling.

when they found a table to sit at, you began making their drinks. whilst brewing sukunas’ coffee you thought to yourself why only the father was out with his son, is the mother out of the picture? do they take turns with custody over the child? is he simply having some father son bonding time?

you choose not to pry over it, it’s none of your business anyways. it’s kind of comical seeing such a scary, dangerous looking guy with a cute little kid. you have to admit though, the kid’s cute, even though he’s just a carbon copy of the man, but cuter.

when finished with their drinks, you quickly carried them over to their table, noticing how yujis’ face seemed to brighten up at the sight of you carrying his sweet drink. you placed their drinks onto the table, yuji thanking you with all his might whilst sukuna mumbled a small ‘thanks’ in response.

“hiya! i’m yuji and this is my daddy sukuna!” the boy greeted before you left back to the counter. you decided to stay and talk to the kid a bit, since it was near closing time and no other customers seemed to be coming in.

“hi yuji, i’m (name), it’s nice to meet you,” you smiled, ruffling his hair, causing him to let out little giggles at the gesture. sukuna sat back idly watching you interact with his son.

‘mmm, they interact well with yuji. I haven’t had any luck with any partners, especially when they find out I’m a father. his mother was a piece of shit and didn’t even want yuji in the first place, she left me with the brat when he was born’ sukuna thought to himself, maybe he could try shooting his shot? earlier he did notice you eyeing him up and down like a piece of candy, so maybe you’re interested?

“oi brat! quit annoying them!” sukuna berated yuji, testing out the waters to check if you really did want to talk to yuji because you wanted to or if you felt obliged to.

“nonesense! he’s not annoying me, a cutie such as him could never annoy me. I love kids, they give me so much joy. your dad sure is a lucky guy to have you isn’t he?” you grinned, pinching his chubby cheeks in the process causing him to whine out in retaliation.

internally sukuna is smitten, he’s never seen anyone treat yuji with such love, other than choso. maybe you are the right one after all? the problem is, how can he ask you out without making a scene? (the scene being yuji making a huge fuss over him having a partner for the first time since his mum)

“do you have a pen by any chance?” the sudden sound of sukunas’ deep voice sent a small shiver down your spine. “yup, just give me a second sir” you curtly responded, rummaging through your breast pocket before grabbing a pen and giving it to the tatted man.

sukuna grabbed a napkin from the table and hastily scribbled down something before placing the pen back onto the table and practically chugging his coffee.

“brat you finished with your drink?” sukuna asked the little munchkin “noooo, need more time!” yuji cried out. you simply took his cup and placed the coffee into a take out coffee cup, giving it to him so he could drink it on the way back.

“thank you!” yuji bowed, before taking his dads’ way larger hand into his own tiny chubby one. you simply watched as they walked out of the shop, the gentle tinkle of the bell indicating that they’ve left.

you spotted the napkin sukuna wrote on, numbers scribbled along with a small ‘my number : if interested text me and we can go on a date’

you became flustered, feeling your heart flutter at the thought of seeing the attractive dilf once again. maybe you’d text him tomorrow, as you’re usually free on Saturdays as the shop closes earlier at 12:00.

you’re surprised that sukuna was interested, he didn’t show much interest during your interaction. he’s going to be a hard guy to read.

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[kairuio]

Maybe I should take some time off Tumblr until I finish Shira Ivan🧍‍♀️

I swear I’ll make a happy Kendall story… eventually

I’m slowly losing myself (and the memories)

…..😁 Angst

Fandom: Power Rangers Dino Super Charge

Main Character(s): Kendall Morgan, The rangers are there to!

Ships: Ivan/Kendall (a little)

Trigger Warning: Implied Abuse

Warning: The Author and her hands (HEY!😃💢)

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Written by: Kaiurio

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A little girl with her eyes widened as she looked at the closet door. Tears ran rapidly down her face. Her little body was physically shaking as she heard the yells of fury from her father.

“YOU DAMN BRAT! WHERE ARE YOU!”

The little girl attempted to muffle her own silent sobs by covering her mouth with both of her hoodie sleeves.

She knew she should have done better, why did she have to disobey her parents again? Why wasn’t she a good kid like they wanted her to be?

This girl knew whatever happened to her she deserved it.

But she was still terrified.

The little girl felt her heart drop to the bottom of her stomach, when she saw the closet door slowly open.

“Found you.”

After that, she had to suffer the long term punishment after she went through the short term punishment that day.

Kendall was deadly thin, you could see her ribs, the eyebags under her eyes. And yet she still functioned like it was nothing to her. Like her brain was used to working in these circumstances.

She had to work all day all night, study her academics, and do well in bed after school activities.

For the future her parents worked so hard for to get. But why did they…

No, Kendall shook her head as she continued to write down on the paper before her, she should be grateful for her parents. They did everything for her.

‘Are you grateful for us?”

The girl looked up at the women who held something in her hand that the little girl couldn’t make out, however she slowly nodded her head.

“Yes mother”

But why did being grateful hurt so much?

-|•|-

Kendall looked forward to look at the rangers all laughing and enjoying themselves while they were sparing with one another.

She admire the way they all got along, how they all connected almost automatically after meeting. It was like they were destined to be friends.

To be family.

While Kendall was in though she didn’t notice that Koda had walked up to her, with a face of worry on his face.

Also unknowing to the mentor at the moment, the rangers had stopped sparing to look at her, worry and concern written all over their faces.

“Kendall what that?” Koda said, he snapped Kendall out of her thoughts, she looked to where they were looking at, and she knew exactly where their eyes were because both of her arms were both wrapped in bandages.

She was only there for the holidays, and yet she upset them again.

Two adults just watched as the two family friends were making a women scream in agony and pain, marks of being burned were clear to be visible the longer this went on.

And they just watched from the kitchen table, as if nothing was going on. Like it was music to their ears, because it was.

“I don’t remember.”

Koda frowned at that, not satisfied with the answer he was given. However he wasn’t going to press any further, knowing it was pointless to argue with Kendall. Or even attempt try to.

It was weird to Kendall actually.

Because she really didn’t remember.

-|•|-

“My love I would appreciate it if you at least take a rest, you are not looking well.” Ivan said as he looked at Kendall who was playing very close attention to the stake of papers that were piled before her.

Kendall shook her head in response, even she knew that their was heavy eye bags under her eyes, and she looked thinner, unhealthy thinner.

“Can’t I have to get this work done.”

“We should get the kid out.” An older women said letting out a light blow that released the smoke from a cigarette that she held in her hand.

The older man rolled his eyes as he nodded his head, he opened the door to the right closet that was next to their own large closet. In the closet was an unconscious little girl who had dark circles underneath her eyes. Some spots of her skin were covered in grey dust.

“Damn Henry! I told you this closet would ruin her skin.”

“Maybe next time she’ll know to keep up in school, we can just use make up until it looks better.”

Ivan shook his head as he places his hand on top of her, which caused Kendall to look towards him with her eyes slightly widen.

“Please.” His voice was filled with sorrow and worry, Kendall could have even sworn she even heard his voice crack.

Was anyone ever this worried for her?

Kendall couldn’t remember anymore at this point.

Ivan noticed she didn’t say anything, as response to that he slowly pulled her over closer to him. Until she was fully in his lap, with both of his arms wrapped around her.

“Please, please stop doing this to yourself,” Ivan whispered in her ear as he rested his forehead against hers.

She let out a sigh as she closed her eyes as she slowly allowed herself to sink into Ivan’s warmth.

That was the problem though,

“Remember Kendall, your gift is what makes you so important. You have to be perfect to those people outside. Or they will think little of you.”

This was all she knew.