#everything about this is just chef’s kiss

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Sick & Tired

How I imagine the LADS Men take care of you when you're sick [requested by: depressed but well dressed anon]

𝚉𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎

ready and willing to take care of you, but also is in his ‘I told you so’ era because he knew you’d end up getting sick

will do everything and anything you tell him

would let you lay on his shoulder or in his lap while you nap

even though he’s with you constantly to take care of you he somehow manages to not get sick

brings you medicine and a glass of water

cooks you homemade soup and will feed you if you let him

depending on how sick you are he would take time off from work to look after you

for my girlies who cry a little when they dont feel good he would wipe your tears for you “Don’t cry this sickness is only temporary”

if hes still working he’ll always try to be there until you fall asleep and rushes home to you

leaves soup in the fridge for you when he’s not there

𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚕

teases you for getting sick until he realizes youre sad “Aw cutie are you not feeling well?” “I hate it here” “Tell me what you need”

Doesn’t want to get sick so yes he’d bring you whatever you ask for but he’s wearing a mask and gloves ; avoids kisses “once you’re no longer contagious I'll give you a kiss”

doesn’t mind telling you stories or humming you songs to get you to sleep

would feed you, but be prepared to never hear the end of it “You’re just a sick girl who needs my help in your time of need I know I know my services are impeccable” “Can I have my tea now?”

mocks and teases you when you get fussy about anything “I can’t stand you” “Good thing you’re laying down then huh?”

gets sick anyway because his dumbass would eat off your spoon/fork or drink something of yours

you two end up sick in bed together and he’s even more whiny now

lots of cuddles and kisses now since he got himself sick

doom scrolls with you while laying in your lap

Thomas has to come and take care of the two of you

𝚇𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛

I wouldn't be me if I didn’t say it ; PAGING NURSE XAVIER

he’s at your side in a split second

so excited to have free reign in your kitchen ; immediately tries to make you soup and burns the pot

blows the kitchen up in your house/apartment ends up having to take care of you at his place

finally orders you soup and medicine after you cried because you didn’t want his cooking

he sleeps when you sleep

constantly checking your temperature

doesn’t mind carrying you around the house he knows you can walk, but he likes having you draped over him

blows your nose for you ; puts the tissue to your nose “Blow.” “Thats what she said” “…..your snot is dripping please blow”

sore throat? he’s right there daily with a spoonful of honey “Here its good for you”

can easily handle you when you get fussy about taking medicine “That was quite the tantrum” as he shoves the medicine in your mouth

𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚞𝚜

already knew you were coming down with something he already has everything ready to go

picks you up and takes you to his place ;has his chef prepare home remedies tailored just for you

brings you everything himself ; you also have the twins at your disposal

sits bedside and encourages you to eat as much as you can “take two more bites and then you can go back to sleep”

still tries to kiss you even though you’re sick because he doesn’t give a damn “Sylus I'll get you sick stop” steals a kiss here and there anyway ; gets sick like two weeks later

wipes and blows your nose for you “You look like a sick kitten” “Shut it”

doesn’t care when you get fussy about taking medicine “Are you done? Good. Here.”

if you want to stay in bed all day thats fine ; if you want to cling to him like a Koala around the house thats fine too he’ll carry you

lets you sleep on him and steal his warmth

checks your breathing when you sleep longer than usual

leaves the twins to keep an eye on you if he needs to step out ; leaves Mephisto to watch you if he needs to take the twins with him

the type to give you a massage even if you’re not having body aches

𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚋

is already at your doorstep with groceries and medicine

keeps you close to him and in sight at all times

your personal chef truly ; he’s wrapping you in a blanket and laying you on the couch while he makes you something to eat

checks your temperature regularly ; gives you medicine like clockwork

spoon feeds you so you don’t have to lift a finger

reminds you that you don’t need to thank him ; he’ll always take care of you no matter what

cuddles you while you sleep after cleaning your place ; puts a humidifier in your room if you’re congested

tries to make you laugh so you’re not sad ; reminds you that he’ll always be there for you so no need to be sad

wipes and blows your nose for you “Your scrunched up face is adorable”

teases you if you ask for a massage if you’re having body aches ; of course he’s overjoyed to do it though “You know I'll give you a massage whenever you want”

says he won’t kiss you while your sick ; ends up kissing you out of habit and gets a little sick “Now it’s your turn to take care of me”

[syluslnd]

Hooray!! Your request are open again 🎉🎉 I absolutely adore your works. It's a chef kiss 😩🤌

Anyway, my request is Sylus bought a cabin in the woods to surprise reader. Just for two things, first reader really needs a break because she's been working way too much. And two, Sylus wants to "make love" with her and to hear her scream.

(Go crazy on how you want to write it. Thank you! I hope you understand what I mean right 😉😉)

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

The drive through the woods had been long but the moment you arrived, you understood why Sylus had kept this place a secret.

The house was beautiful-elegant yet secluded, nestled deep in the forest where no one else could reach. Tall windows framed the landscape, letting in the golden glow of the evening sun. Everything was silent except for the faint rustling of trees, the scent of pine and fresh air filling your lungs.

"Sylus this is... incredible" you murmured, stepping through the grand entrance. The floors gleamed under the soft lighting and everything about the interior screamed luxurious, carefully curated and undeniably intentional.

Sylus shut the door behind you, his presence unmistakable even before he spoke. "I knew you'd like it" he said, his voice smooth as he stepped closer. "A private getaway,just for us."

There was something in his tone— something knowing.

You didn't catch onto it at first, too mesmerized by the sheer elegance of the space. But then, your eyes caught something unexpected. Rose petals.

Scattered along the pristine floor, creating a path deeper into the house.

Your breath hitched slightly.

Sylus smirked, clearly noticing your reaction.

"Go on sweetie" he murmured, nudging you forward.

"Follow them."

Your heart pounded as you slowly walked down the petal-covered path, leading you toward what you now realized was a bedroom.

And that's when it clicked.

This wasn't just a getaway.

It was his plan all along.

The bedroom was breathtaking-grand, with a massive bed draped in silk sheets. But what truly made you pause were the other details— a blindfold resting on the pillows, delicate ropes placed neatly on the bedside table and a selection of items you couldn't even process all at once.

Your entire body flushed with heat.

"You planned this" you accused softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sylus finally stepped in behind you, his hands settling on your waist, his breath warm against your ear. "Of course I did" he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

"Did you really think I brought you all the way out here just for the scenery?"

You swallowed, heat curling in your stomach as he slowly turned you around to face him.

His crimson eyes held that unmistakable glint-the one that told you there was no escaping whatever he had in store.

"You're being quiet" Sylus teased, tilting his head as he studied your flustered expression. "Shy all of a sudden?"

You opened your mouth to protest but Sylus simply took control before you could even attempt to regain composure.

He took your chin between his fingers, tilting your face up to meet his intense gaze. "No need to act innocent now” he murmured.

"You know exactly what this is."

His other hand trailed down your arm, his fingertips brushing over your skin in a way that made you shiver.

"Sylus..." you started, your voice breathy, unsure whether you were trying to object or encourage him.

His smirk deepened. "That's not a no" he mused.

Before you could speak again, he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you toward the bed like you weighed nothing. Your heart pounded as he placed you down onto the silk sheets, his figure towering over you.

His hands moved with purpose-tracing down your arms, reaching for the soft ropes he had so meticulously prepared on the table next to the bed. "I think" he mused, his voice laced with amusement,

"that it's about time I show you just how much fun we're going to have in this little hideaway."

Your breath hitched as he reached for the blindfold, his touch slow and deliberate.

"Be good for me” he murmured, voice dark with promise.

And then, just like that, control slipped from your hands entirely.

The silk of the blindfold pressed against your skin, shrouding your world in darkness. Your breath came slow and uneven, heart hammering in anticipation as Sylus secured it in place.

Then—a click.

Something cold slipped around your wrist.

Metal.

You flinched slightly at the sensation, instinctively tugging but your movement was met with resistance.

Handcuffs.

A soft, breathy giggle escaped you—a nervous reaction you hadn't meant to let out.

Sylus chuckled darkly in response. "That was a cute sound” he mused. "Are you nervous already?"

You swallowed hard, unsure whether to answer. Not that it mattered. He already knew.

Your other wrist met the same fate—a second click, binding you completely. The cold bite of metal against your skin was a stark contrast to the heat pooling in your stomach.

Sylus took his time adjusting the cuffs, making sure they were snug but not painful.

Purposeful. Precise. He wanted you to feel every ounce of control he had over you.

"You trust me, don't you?" he murmured.

His tone was dangerous-not in a way that suggested harm, but in a way that warned you. You belonged to him now, and he was going to remind you of that in ways you couldn't yet fathom.

You nodded slowly.

His fingers trailed down your arm, the barest whisper of touch, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Good” he praised, his voice smooth as silk. "Then don't fight me."

Your breath caught as the mattress dipped he was leaning over you now, his presence all-consuming.

Then-something else.

Something soft but sturdy brushed against your thigh. Fabric?

The sound of something unrolling reached your ears before you felt it.

Silk restraints.

A sharp inhale escaped you as he secured one to your ankle. His fingers grazed your skin, lingering longer than necessary, teasing, making sure you felt every moment of your surrender.

He took his time. Meticulous. Unhurried. In control.

"You're awfully quiet now" Sylus murmured, his voice filled with dark amusement.

"Where's that little attitude of yours?"

Your lips parted but before you could say a word, he did something unexpected.

A soft, cool sensation trailed across your collarbone, lower, lower

ice

you don’t know where he got it from,if it was his evol or if he had those specifically chilled and ready for you there,like it was his plan all along

everything perfectly calculated for you

A shiver wracked through your body as Sylus dragged the melting cube along your skin, tracing slow patterns, watching your every reaction. The contrast of cold against heat made you gasp, your back arching involuntarily.

He hummed in approval.

"You're too sensitive" he teased, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I like that."

He let the ice melt a bit against your skin before pressing his lips to your collarbone , replacing the sting of cold with the warmth of his mouth.

You sucked in a sharp breath, bound, blindfolded and completely at his mercy only intensified everything

Sylus chuckled softly, fingers trailing dangerously close to where he knew you wanted his touch the most-but deliberately avoiding it.

"You're mine" he murmured, his voice dark with possession. "and I think it's about time you start understanding what that truly means."

And with that, the real torment began.

he placed the ice on your stomach

the ice was melting, sending thin rivulets of cold water down your skin, yet Sylus took his time. Dragging. Teasing. Lingering.

"You're shaking”he murmured, amusement thick in his voice. "Too cold? Or is this little girl just too sensitive?"

You didn't answer but your breath hitched as he traced the ice lower, skimming along your ribs. The contrast of frigid cold against your overheated skin made your entire body tense but you couldn’t move-not with his silk restraints keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

Sylus hummed in satisfaction. "So reactive” he mused. "You weren't this quiet earlier."

Your lips parted but before you could protest, he did something cruel.

The ice cube-nearly gone now-dragged over the softest part of your stomach,near your bellybutton making you jerk against the restraints.

A sharp inhale escaped you and Sylus laughed.

"Look at you" he mocked, shifting to brush his lips against your ear, his voice nothing but a dark whisper. "So helpless. So at my mercy."

Your pulse thundered beneath your skin.

Then, he did it again—a deliberate, icy stroke into your bellybutton, followed by the sudden, searing warmth of his tongue as he chased away the cold.

You whimpered, the combination almost unbearable.

"Poor thing" Sylus crooned, his voice dripping with fake sympathy. "Did that feel too good?"

You turned your head away, refusing to answer but that only made his smirk sharpen.

"Oh?" He chuckled, pressing a teasing kiss to the edge of your jaw. "You're trying to be defiant now? How adorable."

You felt his fingers skim along your side near your ribs, featherlight, teasing you without ever giving you what you truly craved.

"Don't pout” he murmured. "You should've known what would happen the moment you let me tie you up, sweetheart."

His hand drifted lower, fingertips just barely grazing the inside of your thigh before pulling away. You shivered-from the loss, from the anticipation, from the overwhelming awareness that he was in complete control.

"You want more, don't you?" Sylus whispered. "I can hear it in your breathing."

You swallowed hard, heart pounding in your ears.

His hand returned, this time squeezing your thigh firmly, his nails grazing your skin.

"Beg” he ordered, voice smooth but commanding. "Or l'll leave you here like this, desperate and untouched."

Your breath hitched—the threat wasn't empty.

Sylus never bluffed.

You knew that if you refused, he'd make good on his word and leave you aching, craving, unsatisfied.

'Please” you whispered, barely audible.

Sylus tilted his head. "That was pathetic" he drawled. "You can do better than that."

You clenched your jaw, heat rushing to your face.

Sylus smirked, leaning in until his lips brushed against your ear. "Beg. Properly."

Your stomach twisted in both humiliation and desire. He was enjoying this— stretching the moment, testing you, making you surrender inch by inch.

"Please, Sylus" you finally said, voice unsteady.

His fingers dug into your thigh, just enough to make you gasp.

"Good girl" he murmured, satisfaction lacing his tone. "Now let's see how much more you can take."

And with that, the ice drifted even lower.

Sylus held the last sliver of melting ice between his fingers, tilting his head as he watched you. Bound, blindfolded, completely at his mercy-just the way he liked you.

You shivered, not just from the cold but from the sheer anticipation.

"You're trembling” he mused, his tone dripping with satisfaction. "Are you scared?

Or just that sensitive?"

You bit your lip, refusing to answer.

Sylus chuckled darkly. "Still trying to act defiant? That's cute."

You gasped as he suddenly pressed the ice against your pussy, the shock of cold making you jerk against the restraints.

"Careful" he warned, his grip tightening around your leg, keeping you still. "Unless you want me to punish you for squirming."

The ice dragged upward, inch by torturous inch. Too slow. Too deliberate.

Too much.

Your breath hitched as he reached your clit, lingering there just to watch you squirm.

Sylus hummed in amusement. "You're shaking so much” he teased. "and I haven't even started."

He traced slow, agonizing circles with the ice, making sure the chill seeped into your skin, making you hyperaware of every movement.

Then-he pressed his lips directly on your clit,leaving slow warm kisses

The sudden warmth of his mouth contrasted sharply with the lingering cold, making you gasp.

Sylus chuckled against your pussy, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Poor thing" he mocked, nipping at your thigh. "I bet you don't even know whether to pull away or beg for more."

You whimpered, your body betraying you.

His free hand traced lazily over your other thigh, nails grazing just enough to make your breath catch.

"You're so responsive” he mused, almost to himself. "Every little touch, every little tease and you're already falling apart."

He pressed the last remnant of ice directly against your clit all while leaving slimy deliberate kisses on your inner thigh

Your whole body tensed, a choked gasp slipping past your lips.

Sylus smirked, watching you struggle. "You want me to stop?" he asked, a mockery of concern in his voice. "Or do you want more?"

You hesitated—a mistake.

Sylus clicked his tongue. "Ah. I see."

Before you could react, he pressed the ice even deeper this time,no longer harassing your clit but now sending shockwaves of cold to the inside of your warm vagina

The melting water dripped, sending chills through your already overstimulated nerves.

You jerked, instinctively trying to close your legs-but Sylus's iron grip stopped you.

"Ah, ah” he murmured, spreading you wider instead. "No running now, sweetheart."

You whimpered, your body betraying you again.

Sylus leaned in, lips grazing your ear. "You should know by now” he murmured, voice dark with amusement. "I don't stop until I'm satisfied."

[grubus]

Hi! do you have any svsss fic recs? I really like syonr and I'm curious about what you like to read!

*rubs hands together*

Alright alright. Now some of these are probably already well known, but still!!

I make no secret of this, but as Prim is my favorite author and very cool friend, I will HAPPILY recommend these first;

Masochism is probably THE qijiu fic of all time, absolutely adore it. It's set in their disciple era, with YQY just grabbing at whatever scraps he can even as SQQ tries to push the boundaries and see what will make him BREAK. So, so good. Happy ending!

Tarnished Gold is my favorite original Binghe fic, and I hope more people give it a chance. I think the summary scare some but it's GREAT! I love it! Binghe's thought process, the way someone perceives SY as GYX from an outside perspective, and omg LPM is such a great character in it...

of course I recommend basically everything Prim writes.

(Shen Yuan Voice) It's not gay if- by Nachtofthedead is porn. Just straight up modern time BingYuan porn. It is filthy and great and *thumbs up* love it. Bingge decides to play along with SY's delulu thoughts on gayness and everyone are happy.

The Many Trials and Tribulations of Ming Fan by The Feels Whale (miscellea) is great and I think often overlooked. A oneshot from MF's point of view on how to handle SQQ's wife beam, deeply funny to me. They also wrote-

Dust and Broken Grains , which is basically "Binghe discovers early that Crying Works" and it becomes a fix-it fic. but there's more to it than that!!! Love it a lot.

Celestial Afterglow by elanor_pam is just. So good. SO GOOD. It's hilarious, it uses the System in a way few fics ever does and it has me cackling every time I read it.

What Is Seen by CaveteDracones is a fix-it with a side of whump fic, where SQQ's trial at HHP goes VERY differently. Truth serum! Torture! System Reveal! Yay!

Dual Cultivate or Date by acernor is THE BingLiuShen fic out there. Adore it. I'm sure many have already appreciated it, but it doesn't hurt to remind others that it exists!

A Child Once by Tossawary is a very, very good BingQiu and MoShang fic, and I honestly love not only BingQiu being forced to play parents, but also the MobeiBing friendship? Great, amazing. All the relationships in this is great, and I know most have heard of Tossawary but if you haven't given this specific fic a chance you SHOULD.

easy fix by airplanelanding (TheCourtSorcerer) is a smutty cumplane oneshot, where they are friends with benefits (approved by their husbands) for whenever said husbands are unavailable for Dual Cultivation Cure. This fic just really captures the snark and is also *chefs kiss*

with the tail of the snake by tciddaemina is a very, very good monsterfucker!SQQ fic where Binghe became a dragon in the abyss. I LOVE IT. It's a WIP, but *clenches fist* it's just so good. Soft and gooey and so HHHH yes good. I would probably put all their svsss fics in here but I am running out of time!!

.... but I have enough time to recommend my other favorite fic from them, which isn't even svsss! And is how I found them to begin with!

come all ye mighty is a Solo Leveling fic! It's Igris/Jinwoo, from Igris' pov, and I love the world building in it. As they say in the author's notes, it's a little bit of an au since it doesn't follow the original plot of the comic, but I reread this so, so often. 10/10, if you like solo leveling at all please give it a go I BEG OF YOU.

[pritong-baboy]

I freaking love your evil dad shockwave au. Chefs kiss ✨ didn’t know how much I needed this genre until I read the Ao3 fics

I know we’ve talked about Bumblebee holding on strong if Shockwave manages to get off planet with him, but what about the eventuality, the long term?

Like Shockwave eventually realizing that his sparkling only accepts comfort on a surface level. He’s obsessed over that fact and he wants Bumblebee to accept in his spark that he’s his dad. That Bumblebee has to acknowledge their familial ties and forget about all the other bots on his life especially the Autobots.

How long can Bumblebee hold off for before Stockholm Syndrome starts to occur? How long before Shockwave starts a manipulation tactic to make Bumblebee see his way?

Poor Bumblebee, even the strongest warriors can crumble after a long period of time.

oh yeah, i'm not planning to write shockwave and bumblebee's dynamic being entirely one-sided. i dipped a bit into bee's thinking of things too.

but basically, he hates everything that shockwave did, he utterly despises that one of his main comforts was just a lie to infiltrate the elite guard. BUTTT, bumblebee is still super attached to the idea of who longarm had been for him, and he kind of still searches for that same comfort he got from longarm IN shockwave despite knowing that it can't exist.

i dont want to spoil too much on the fanfic im writing, but there are instances where bumblebee has no choice but to depend on shockwave because he's surrounded by others that won't care for him.

[kazamasthings]

How Lee Chaolan, Jin Kazama, Hwoarang React When Reader Says She's Pregnant

thank you so much, anon! i'm so sorry for the delayed response. i've been struggling with depression, which led me to neglect this blog for a while. I withdrew from many things I enjoy and unfortunately, fell into a period of deep sadness. however, my love for tekken remains strong, and I'm eager to get back to writing about it. 🥺 so, here we go!

How would Lee Chaolan, Jin Kazama, and Hwoarang react when reader says she is pregnant?

and a little bonus!

Lee Chaolan

You already knew you were pregnant and now you needed to tell your fiancé. You wanted to do it in a grand way, since everything you did together was grand. After all, Lee Chaolan wasn't just a man, he was the man in your life. And he deserved the best surprise in the world.

You dressed meticulously for dinner that night, choosing a dress that subtly highlighted your growing belly, but without being too obvious. The big reveal would be the cherry on top of your anniversary celebration. Lee's driver arrived punctually to whisk you away to the most elegant restaurant in town. Your heart pounded with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

When you arrived, Lee was waiting for you, his warm smile radiating pure love. He looked absolutely stunning in his impeccably tailored suit. He approached you with feline grace, kissed your hand with a touch as delicate as silk, and pulled out your chair with the effortless charm of a true gentleman.

The dinner was a delight, both for the exquisite food and the engaging conversation. Lee was especially charming that night, his eyes shining with boyish enthusiasm as he talked about his robotics projects. It warmed your heart to see him share his passions with you. You felt like the luckiest woman in the world to have such an intelligent, charming, and romantic man by your side.

When it was time to exchange gifts, Lee presented you with an envelope filled with photos of breathtaking landscapes from around the globe. "Choose a place, my love," he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "or perhaps we can visit them all!" You laughed, marveling at his generosity.

Then it was your turn. You took a deep breath, trying to still the tremor in your hands, and offered the gift box to Lee. He accepted it with curiosity, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. Upon opening it, he first saw a pair of tiny baby shoes. A flicker of confusion crossed his face before his eyes widened as he noticed a neatly folded baby outfit nestled beneath the shoes.

You could practically see the gears turning in your fiancé's brilliant mind as he processed the information. Tears of joy welled up in your eyes.

"My love..." he began, his voice thick with emotion, "...Don't tell me we're going to have an heir?!"

"Yes, Lee!" you replied, your own eyes brimming with happy tears, "I'm pregnant! We're going to have a baby!"

"That's...Excellent!" he exclaimed, before gently pulling you into a passionate kiss. It was a kiss overflowing with love, desire, and pure happiness. No more words were needed. That kiss said everything. Lee was ecstatic. And so were you.

During pregnancy:

Lee Chaolan would become the epitome of the devoted husband during your pregnancy. If you craved an authentic Argentine barbecue at 3 AM in Tokyo, he would move heaven and earth (and draw upon his considerable resources) to magically transport a Buenos Aires steakhouse to your dining room. Literally any whim you expressed would be met with swift and decisive action, no questions asked.

His staff, quite accustomed to their boss's... particularities, would develop a comprehensive manual on "How to Pamper the Expectant Mother" and accumulate a hefty number of frequent flyer miles as they jet-setted around the world fulfilling your every craving.

Lee would transform into a connoisseur of out-of-season exotic fruits, a patron of renowned chefs for personalized cooking lessons, and even a collector of miniature robot sculptures for the baby's crib (because, naturally, the nursery needed a touch of his genius, wouldn't it?).

On fatherhood:

Fatherhood would deepen Lee's devotion and amplify his protectiveness. He would leverage his intelligence and resources to ensure his child enjoys every possible advantage, from a top-tier education to opportunities to explore diverse cultures.

You know the kind of father who lives by the mantra "My child, my rules"? Lee would embody that, but with an added layer of sophistication. He might even design a robotic nanny capable of teaching the baby Mandarin while simultaneously rocking the cradle.

He would be the kind of father who proudly displays a family photo in his wallet. He would meticulously document every milestone, from first steps to first words, capturing high-quality photos and videos that would be carefully archived and shared with loved ones.

Lee would likely want more than one child, believing his firstborn deserves the companionship of siblings. He would also envision his children as extensions of his legacy, individuals to nurture, guide, and eventually entrust with his empire and vast knowledge.

Above all else, Lee's loyalty to his family would be unwavering. He would be a devoted and present father, striving to maintain a healthy balance between his demanding career and his family life. He would prioritize attending every important event in his children's lives, from school plays to sports matches.

Lee would be a father who inspires his children to reach their full potential, encouraging them to cultivate their talents and pursue their passions. He would be a role model of discipline, intelligence, and dedication.

Jin Kazama

You were sitting on the bathroom floor, hands trembling as you stared at the positive pregnancy test. You knew the dangers of being romantically involved with Jin Kazama. The threats you’d already received for being close to him were a stark reminder that the world wasn't a safe haven for your love. And now, with a baby on the way, the risks seemed to multiply exponentially.

"Have courage," you whispered to yourself, trying to quell the rising tide of fear. "You are strong... You will take care of this." But the words felt hollow and inadequate against the wave of doubts crashing over you. How would Jin react?

Later that day, when Jin arrived home, he immediately sensed that something was amiss. The sadness etched on your face worried him deeply. He approached you, his expression a mixture of affection and concern, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"We need to talk," you replied, your voice trembling.

You sat side by side on the couch, your bodies tense and unyielding. You took a shaky breath, searching for the right words to articulate the storm raging within you.

"I've been experiencing some changes... and I took a test today... I... I don't know how it happened, we were so careful, but... I'm pregnant," you confessed, tears streaming down your face.

Jin's reaction was exactly what you had dreaded: silence. He didn't shout, he didn't cry, he didn't express any emotion whatsoever. He simply sat there, frozen, his gaze fixed on some distant point. In his mind, a whirlwind of thoughts collided in a matter of seconds.

He thought of you, your safety, the ever-present danger you faced simply by being with him. He thought of his child, the potential for them to inherit the Devil Gene, the difficult life that could await them. He remembered his own childhood, how he was manipulated and used by the very people who were supposed to care for him: his father and grandfather. How could he possibly be a good father? It was his fault, his love for you had placed you both in jeopardy.

But then, amidst the chaos of his thoughts, a memory surfaced: his mother. The strong, resilient woman who raised him alone, who fought to protect him.

In one swift movement, Jin pulled you into a warm, comforting embrace. With your head resting against his chest, you could feel the rapid beat of his heart.

"Jin... What are we going to do?" you asked, your voice choked with tears.

"Darling..." he replied, his words filled with love and unwavering conviction. "You've just given me one more reason to live and fight."

Those words, spoken by Jin, who was usually so reserved and guarded with his feelings, were a powerful declaration of love.

"Don't worry," he continued, "You're strong and brave. We'll face this together."

In that moment, Jin's only thought was protecting his new family. He held you close, as if trying to shield you from all the evils of the world. A single tear escaped his eye as he realized this was his chance to break the cycle, to do things differently, to avoid the mistakes of his father and grandfather. He would give everything he had to his family. In his heart, he wished his mother could be there to share the joyous news.

During pregnancy:

Jin Kazama, with his naturally reserved and protective nature, would become your personal guardian during your pregnancy. He would feel an overwhelming sense of responsibility and would stop at nothing to ensure your safety and well-being. The memories of his own troubled childhood, the absence of a father, would fuel his determination to provide the opposite experience for his own child.

He would likely compile a detailed dossier on every doctor's appointment, every test, every stage of the baby's development. He would become a self-taught expert on prenatal nutrition, creating balanced and personalized meal plans for you. And, of course, he would ensure your utmost comfort, arranging for relaxing massages, providing extra pillows, and anticipating your every need.

Jin would be a "24/7 husband" during your pregnancy. He would be constantly attentive, observing your every move, every expression, every flicker of discomfort. His protective instincts would intensify to the point where he might install security cameras throughout the house and hire personal security to accompany you on outings.

And, as mentioned before, Jin's love language is acts of service. He would happily embrace the role of "malewife", taking care of all household chores, from dishes to laundry, allowing you to rest and focus on nurturing the baby. This was a side of Jin that only you knew.

At the slightest hint of fatigue, Jin would mobilize his extensive network of contacts to secure the most qualified medical professionals in the country, ensuring you receive VIP treatment throughout your pregnancy.

On fatherhood:

Jin would be a devoted and loving father, determined to break the cycle of violence and abandonment that defined his own upbringing. He would want his child to feel loved, protected, and secure, and would dedicate himself to providing that unconditionally.

You can be certain he would never, under any circumstances, even consider throwing his child off a cliff! Instead, he would commit himself to instilling in his heir the values he holds dear: respect, compassion for all living beings, altruism, and unwavering integrity.

And, naturally, Jin would teach his kid self-defense. After all, a Kazama must be able to protect themselves. But he would do so responsibly, imparting self-defense techniques and martial arts skills with the explicit purpose of protection, not aggression.

Jin would likely want only one child, at least initially. He would be deeply concerned about the possibility of passing on the Devil Gene and would want to focus all his attention and love on a single child. Perhaps, after confirming his child is free of the cursed gene, he might consider expanding his family.

He would strive to be his son's best friend, a present and involved father who actively participates in his child's development and education. He would always be there to listen, to play, to offer guidance and unwavering support. Jin would be a father who inspires his son to become the best version of himself, encouraging him to pursue his dreams and fight for what he believes in.

Hwoarang

Your boyfriend should have been home by now. You sent him a message hours ago, but he hadn't replied. "Ugh! I'm so excited to tell him the news!", you muttered to yourself, pacing your apartment. Today was the day you'd finally reveal you were pregnant. Only Master Baek knew so far.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed. It was a text from Master Baek Doo San. He said Hwoarang was training late at the dojo again and that he was practically begging you to come get him. He even added a pleading face emoji, a sight you never thought you'd see from Master Baek.

You rolled your eyes playfully, a smile tugging at your lips. Hwoarang and his dedication to training... it was a constant source of amusement and sometimes, mild exasperation, but you secretly admired his passion.

"Okay, Master Baek," you texted back. "I'm on my way. And I'm going to give him a piece of my mind for not answering my messages!"

Grabbing your keys, you left the apartment, a playful scolding already forming in your mind. "He's going to get an earful," you thought, "I have big news, and he's busy beating up a punching bag!"

Arriving at the dojo, you found it mostly dark, save for a single light glowing from within. Hwoarang's motorcycle was parked out front, confirming your suspicions.

You quietly opened the dojo door and peeked inside. There he was, training with Master Baek, completely engrossed in their sparring. They were so focused they didn't even hear you enter.

You bowed respectfully to Master Baek, who returned the gesture with a nod and a warm smile. Then you turned your attention to Hwoarang, who still hadn't noticed you.

"Hwoarang!", you called out, feigning annoyance. "Why haven't you answered my texts? I've been waiting for you!"

Hwoarang stopped mid-kick and turned, flashing you a sheepish grin. "Honey, I totally lost track of time! I'm so sorry!", he apologized, but you sensed he was holding something back.

"Hwoarang!!! I was so excited, you should be more considerate!", you scolded, trying to keep a straight face in front of Master Baek, who was watching with amusement. This was definitely a familiar scene for him.

Your words finally snapped Hwoarang out of his training trance. He looked at you curiously and then, a little nervously, said he had something to tell you too.

Your expression softened instantly. You looked at him with a mix of affection and confusion, suggesting you should both just say whatever it was at the same time. You were certain your news would be the bigger bombshell.

He hesitated for a moment, then excused himself. He went to the locker room and returned a few seconds later, his hands clasped behind his back.

Finally, you both counted to three and…

"I'm pregnant!", "Will you marry me?", you exclaimed in unison.

A stunned silence filled the dojo. You both froze, staring at each other in disbelief.

In the next three seconds, Hwoarang was down on one knee, a small velvet box open in his hand, revealing a beautiful ring. He looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of shock and overwhelming joy. You were equally speechless, your mind struggling to process everything.

The next moment, you were both embracing, laughing and crying, the initial shock giving way to pure elation. "Are you serious?", "I can't believe it!", you both kept repeating, tears streaming down your faces.

Your now fiancé swept you into his arms and twirled you around, a romantic and joyful celebration. Hwoarang, still beaming, explained he’d been planning to propose for months, saving up for the perfect ring. He then added that Master Baek had suggested proposing at the dojo, where you first met.

Master Baek, his smile radiating fatherly pride, approached you both. He would have normally chided you for the commotion in his dojo, but this time, he simply couldn't resist beaming with happiness for his two beloved students.

"Master, I'm going to be a father and I'm getting married!", Hwoarang announced, his voice overflowing with happiness. "You're going to be a grandpa!"

Hwoarang, typically impulsive and driven by his passion for fighting, would undergo a remarkable transformation during your pregnancy. The news of impending fatherhood would hit him like a lightning bolt, awakening a previously unseen side of his personality.

Baek Doo San, who was both a mentor and a father figure to Hwoarang, and also the respected master of his soon-to-be wife, felt deeply touched. He knew this was a momentous occasion in their lives, and he felt honored to be a part of it.

During pregnancy:

It would take some time for it to fully sink in. Initially, he might still get into the occasional street brawl, but gradually, the reality of his new responsibility would dawn on him. The man who once lived for the thrill of combat would now be a familiar sight at the local supermarket and pharmacy, carrying bags of groceries and prenatal vitamins with a goofy grin.

The once-enticing allure of dangerous street fights would diminish, replaced by a deep sense of responsibility. "My girl's pregnant and waiting for me, I ain't got time for this," he'd declare with newfound maturity, turning down any invitations to trouble.

Hwoarang would immerse himself in the world of pregnancy, devouring books, articles, and websites on prenatal care. He'd pepper doctors and nurses with questions, and might even join online parenting forums, eager to learn everything he could.

The days of forgotten texts and late-night training sessions would be a distant memory. He'd become your unwavering support system, attending every prenatal appointment, every ultrasound, every crucial moment.

He'd transform into an expert on remedies for morning sickness, a masseur for aching backs, and a connoisseur of comfortable sleeping positions. He'd ensure you were always well-nourished, stocked with fresh fruits and vegetables, and gently encourage you to stay active with prenatal exercises.

On fatherhood:

When the baby arrives, Hwoarang's transformation would be complete. The occasional impatience he sometimes displayed would melt away, replaced by an endless well of patience, especially when it came to his little girl.

He'd become the epitome of the cool, present father, attending every school event, teaching her how to ride a bike, and taking her on fishing trips. He'd be bursting with pride, showing off pictures of his daughter to anyone who'd listen.

Hwoarang would radiate the energy of a doting dad, showering his little princess with affection and spoiling her (within reason, of course). He'd take her shopping, buy her adorable clothes and toys, and maybe even let her give him a makeover. Think Gru from "Despicable Me," but with more style and less villainy.

He wouldn't hesitate to shower his daughter with love, showering her with hugs! He'd be a fun-loving dad, playing games, telling stories, and making silly faces just to see her smile.

And, naturally, his little girl would be a regular at the dojo from a young age. Hwoarang would teach her self-defense, instilling in her not only physical skills but also discipline, respect, and perseverance. He'd be a puddle of mush the first time he saw her in a mini kimono, throwing her first (adorable) kicks.

[egophiliac]

still rolling around on the ground over the contrast between Jack and Mal. it's so...🤌🤌🤌

[benevolenterrancy]

("Always. Continuously. With increasing apprehension, and decreasing hope. I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this." -- paraphrased from The Beatrice Letters, Lemony Snicket)

[epicmarrowbonesoup]

One thing i havent seen people talk about is that when Charles says "We've got litteraly forever to figure out the rest" its a plea.

They dont have forever. They either get stuck in Hell, becouse Charles looked back and slowed them down on their escape or they get out and go to the lost and found department only to be seprated by paperwork. Theyre running from one prison to another and it trully looks like theyre doomed but-

Charles came to Hell for Edwin, whats a lost and found department? Whats anything when Charles turned around and Edwin was still there?

Theyre a fixed point, just like the lantern in the wall behind them, a light that will never go out.

[goblinfables]

golden flowers

[kelin-is-writing]

He has the prettiest hands in the serie, we get it! Really! We do! 😭

[megvmins]

finally got some time to catch up with the manga and ugh i adore these two so much

choji calling togame “kame-chan” lives rent free in my mind

and bonus panel of choji being a cute patootie as always (and togame looking on with a proud smile)

[leopardom]

friendly reminder that this video exists

[merakiui]

SKULLY HAS RAIDED MERA'S BLOG!!!???

Skully over shining Zuzu?

UNFORTUNATELY...... yes,,, (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥) WAAAA I AM SO SORRY, ZUZU!!!! My heart is just too big and I fell for the dead guy with his Victorian rizz and kiss addiction. I couldn't help it...... he charmed me. This obsession is terrible, dear Izuna!!!! OTL he's completely taken over my brain,,, a parasite that I can't shake!! >:(

He's so precious,,, my beloved King of Halloween, oh how I adore you most ardently. <3 I wish him nothing but peace and happiness forever hehe.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Favorite Buddie Moments Per Episode: 2x6 Dosed

[sbarrysncream]

"Have you forgot me?"

"No, by the rood, not so. You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife. And, would it were not so....you are my mother."

[8ug8ear]

anybody else living the same nightmare that is loving the new jinx design but hating the development that brought her to it