#it just needs a rubber ducky

[hunterwolf74]

I'm a "Nines doesn't look it but he's a workplace menace" truther

[reileftthechat]

Tomura finding out you have a dog- Omfg he would absolutely adore the little shit that ate your shoes no more than an hour ago.

Imagine calling him crying because you have work or smth and have no nice shoes, and all he gets out of your rant is that you have a dog, and something in his heart was so giddy about it.

A while later he walks in your apartment without the courtesy of knocking, drops probably stolen shoes beside you, and B lines to your frazzled puppy. The poor thing wasn’t much of a guard dog, and in that moment Tomura Shigaraki wasn’t much of a villain.

[gasstationclown]

is this anything

standard practice

bubble bath for torbek, stupid hawaiian shirt for torbek (i didnt draw a pattern you just have to imagine), bow in hair for torbek

working hard

and the full thing

[rorydrawsandwrites]

Heyy, just wanted to inform you date everything isn't free and the pre-orders are already out! There's a pre-purchase promo with an early bird dlc. Anyway I followed you for tadc so I got a bit jumpscared when you started posting about my newest obsession omg

HAHAH as a formerly selfshipping aroace, of course a game about dating all the objects around your house (with amazing designs and voices) would catch my attention

Plus two selfshippers I follow were already posting about it

But that's quite alright. There is TONS of stuff in this game and it seems like it'll be top quality too, so I totally understand

[clockworksheep2]

...... i literally have a VR headset. i can make this in the art program on it. i do not need to agonize over trying to make a 3D object in 2D space.

[rubberduckyrye]

I'm thinking of how I can get myself to the library by myself and I'm just, scared of doing it tbh? Like... idk I hate going out by myself, I am afraid someone might try and hurt me if I'm by myself...

A far cry from the me who used to leave the house and walk to the gas station and buy myself snacks and food at 3 AM, huh... where did THAT me go? I'd like for them to come back.

I guess to be fair the gas station wasn't even a block away from the apartment but still. 3 AM??? Insane.

There are two buses that I can take to get to the library, but... idk if I want to like, bring my wheelchair. I struggle to get on the bus with it by myself... I'm just not strong enough to pull my own weight I don't think. And also lining up my wheels for the tiny ramps is so annoying. Also PEOPLE ARE SO WEIRD ABOUT WHEELCHAIRS.

I can walk for about five minutes before my back gets bad... idk.

It's just a struggle to try and come up with a good enough solution to this stuff.

[vampirecatboy]

had a dream recently where there was a very brief oc sex scene, a rarity for me, but it was strange, because it was between Dmitri and Aja, half-elf Aja, and not only did Dmitri have a dick (he was trans, and did not in the last iteration) he was topping Aja (he is the bottom to end all bottoms)

now i don't particularly want to write a story where these two specific characters fuck like this, but i have this image burned into my brain, of a trans twink with lovely tan skin riding a pale, hairless, big-titted hunk. no setting. no plot. no names. no faces. and i still want to write this. you see my problem.

[bunnyb34r]

I am so so tired now shdgdgdhhd all the magical adhd urge to clean energy has officially left me.

But my bathroom looks nice(r) shhdhdhdhd

[empiressmpconfessions]

i so badly want to make an empires askblog w/ art attached but i have no idea where to start with potential lore. i dont want it to be a 1-1 recreation of the story but i have no other ideas and i also cant decide whether or not i want it to be s1 or s2 based and all this other stuff. sad. anyways

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[hanimanny]

WIKIHOW: HOW TO GET YOUR GIRLFRIEND BACK (FROM YOUR FAMILY)

a.k.a Tim needs his girlfriend back

tags: Tim drake x reader (established relationship), batfam x platonic!reader, crack, no mention of ‘y/n’

word count: 2.7k , likes + comments + reblogs appreciated

Tim loves that you're close to his family, he adores it. He couldn't have asked for anything better. To know that the love of their life so easily integrates themselves into their partner’s already slightly dysfunctional- adopted family. 

Tim loves it, because you love it. His family, I mean. But if you were to ask him how he feels about how close his girlfriend is to his brothers, sisters, pseudo-father?

He’d say he hates it.

The first few months were great! He would bring you over and you'd greet every member of the family you pass, awkwardly bowing (even to Damian who had the biggest ego trip known to man) as you scurry off, glued to Tim’s side. 

He misses those days. You were like a little bird, too shy to leave the nest, finding comfort in each other’s presence. He had you all to himself; and he would not call himself selfish in a way, but gods, does he want to take you and hide you from the world (his family).

Like all baby birds, they have to leave home eventually, and you did just that. 

It started off small. Girls night with Cassandra, Barbara and Stephanie, who'd want to drill as much gossip and secrets out of you about himself. Innocent at first, Tim trusted you, after all, and doubted you'd say anything incriminating about him to the girls. 

Then, the rubber duckies began to appear. He first assumed it was you and one of your weird pranks. Finding the yellow toys perched on his PC, bed stand, his closet, the usual places he would find you around. Then it got progressively stranger. The batcave, his utility belt, his secret stash of stalkerish pictures of you before you guys dated. No way would you find this stash, the only person sneaky enough to get past his secured hiding spaces was… Cassandra. 

That was when it all started. 

The ducks were okay. Eventually, you took a huge liking to them and told him to give them all to you and you would start a mini-army of rubber duckies, in his name of course. Though, he couldn't miss the devious glances the girls would send him, like he owed them something. 

What ticked Tim off was when you started to come over to the manor. Not that you weren't allowed to, he loves it when you spontaneously visit. But the reason you gave, irked him to no end. 

“Hey Duckie, sorry can't hang, Damian wanted to test those new katanas I’ve been working on.” You gave him a quick peck on the lips and a little hug before dashing towards the batcave, clunky bag full of prototypes jingling beside you. Before Tim could even ask to help carry your bag, you were gone. 

Okay, yeah, this is fine. You help his family come up with new innovative weapons, it's literally part of your job description. 

And then it happened several more times. 

Sometimes needing to cut well needed cuddle time short because “Damian wants to test out all your new gear for himself to deem it useful or not” or “Damian said he’d teach you how to paint after his training session”. 

And with demon spawn at that! his replacement! his arch nemesis. All your inventions were useful! And brilliant! That little demon spawn is just digging his claws into your soft kind back to drain you of all your brilliance. 

And He could teach you how to paint! If Bob Ross taught him anything, it's how to paint using what little skills he had. Though, the large canvas you painted of Tim, yourself and the large army of rubber duckies you gifted him was certainly… something (he had it framed and hung it above his bed). 

Whatever… you're still with him 80% of the time, and if not at the manor, then at Wayne Enterprises!

He thanked the gods that he ended up in an office romance type-thing, even though he is sorta kinda your boss and you work in the STEM department.  He would show up at your lab unannounced and the two of you would have spontaneous lunch breaks, talking about anything and everything. About the silly nerdy geeky stuff his family would horrendously bully him for, because you are as equally silly nerdy and geeky as he is. 

But something always had to ruin his fun. 

That something, being Bruce. 

The first time he showed up was during an actual lunch break. You and Tim sitting on one of the tables in your Lab, devouring a bat-burger you had begged him to order because, in your words: 

“It's literally your dad! No way you gotta pay.”

He had to pay. Not that he minded, never minds when it comes to you.

You were mid rant about some ship that kept breaking your heart, with a smudge of ketchup on your chin and your mouth disgustingly stuffed full of fries. 

“Like what do you mean you guys were just ‘best friends’, you literally faked your death, gave up the only career you ever knew and loved, just to get ride off in the sunset with him.” You scoff as you comically swallow your food. “Coming from a guy, that seems pretty platonic to me” Tim humoured as he sipped on his drink, amused with the way your face contorts with disbelief. 

“I can’t believe you had a boyfriend and still have the worst gaydar known to man.”

“Hey!”

“Bernard would totally get me.” You frown dramatically and Tim rolls his eyes at that, tossing a fry at you. 

“Why aren't you eating in the cafeteria?” A deep authoritative voice shatters your little world, pulling your attention away from him and onto the voice. 

Bruce stands at the doorway to your lab, signature scowl on his face. You lean to the side, to get a better view of him and wave with enthusiasm. 

“Food’s Trash today,” you boldly claim, chewing sideways on a fry. “Is that why you're in my lab? Because you want to have lunch with us?” you ask innocently. 

Which is how Bruce started attending both impromptu and promptu’ lunches. You obviously welcome him with your big loving heart, and definitely not because he’s your terrifyingly, stupidly scary boss and possible future father-in-law. 

To no one’s surprise, Tim is less than… let’s say excited… to have his pseudo father crash his work dates. Now lunch is filled with you explaining to his poorly out of date father the difference of “being cooked” and “cooking.”

and don’t get him started with his god forsaken, golden child of a brother, Dick Grayson, who unknowingly cockblocks. With his brotherly hugs and how he somehow always manages to incite family movie night. or game night. or whatever night. 

And even worse, you slowly grow the habit of inviting Dick to your hangouts. like some b-grade pavlovian experiment.

“Hey, wanna finish watching Lost?” innocent enough, and if Tim played the right cards, you’ll even decide to stay over (you’d still do it even if he played the wrong cards). 

“Sure! let me text Dick” and at first he’s confused, dick? Why? bros in bludhaven doing bludhaven activities. He has his own life, own job, own responsponsibilities, probably too busy to hang out with his younger brother and pretty birdie.

“he’d throw a fit if we continue without him” you absentmindedly add in, typing away on your phone. No one's worse than a brother dick grayson who looks like a sick kicked puppy once you tell him you continued the show you started together without him. 

After this incident, Tim slowly started to notice the lack of reality show binging time with you (at least without Dick) because somehow, Dick is always there once you start a new reality tv show. Even worse, he Pavlova’d himself, catching himself thinking of Dick when it came to reality tv. 

And Jason Todd who cockblocks purposely. The taste of freedom was so close, during the time of confusion where Jsson had no clue Tim was even in a relationship. How he'd eye the two of you skeptically, watching how you seamlessly integrated yourself into their family. His siblings, father, even Alfred, left unblinking at your interactions. 

But now that he knows, that fuckass zombie does everything in his power to ragebait. 

Tim seriously thought he grew accustomed to Jason Todd and his offhanded remarks about him, but now? now he really might dox someone (jason todd). 

TIm can tell he’s doing it on purpose, that smug (and stupid) look in his eyes when Jason asks you about old literature and introspective texts, and god knows how much you love to talk about things you’re interested in (which we all love). 

“I just think that he really captured girlhood, like I don't even understand how he did— I felt so connected with him” you drone on and on about a new book you were reading, something that Jaosn read back in his old robin days. While Tim loves to listen to you talk, literature is something Jason has him beat at (unfortunately…)

Tim just sits there, arm wrapped around you as you face Jason politely, chatting the room up. Jason occasionally sends Tim the knowing glance of smugness and in turn, Tim stares at Jason like he’s the blame for the economic state of the world. 

Tim zones out, plotting on the best opportunity to shit in Jason’s food. He smiles quietly to himself as he envisions his plans taking place, the reaction and satisfaction he’d feel, only snapping out when you suddenly gasp. 

“Oh shit, I totally forgot, I need to give him his meds” and the smile fades from his face instantly. You turn to him with a crazed look, your arm already in motion as you stick your hand in a hidden compartment under the couch. 

“Come on, Duckie, it’s nap time” you say almost ominously, despite your sweet smile and beautiful face, it does nothing to hide your menacing aura. “Yeah, nap time, Duckie” Jason taunts, and his pet name coming from Jason’s mouth tastes sour to Tim.

“Hold him down, will you, JT?” you ask sweetly, as you pop open the pill bottle.

In a swift motion, Tim snatches the bottle from your hand, “No need, i’ll take them willingly” Tim interjects, rather anything other than to give Jason Todd the satisfaction of holding him down. 

Worse of all, by the time Tim wakes up, you’re gone, and the aroma and food reaches his senses. 

He’d wake up, unceremoniously groggy, drool trailing down his face and the pillow within his arm he uses as a substitute for your flat to all extent. Tim feels like the start and end of the universe, all at the same time. He feels his hands tingle and theirs a blanket imprint stained on his forearms and face. Not to mention, what time is it? 

Unable to recollect his own dreary thoughts, Tim drags himself to the kitchen for his obligatory concoction of coffee and energy drink, ready to immediately shave off the 5 extra years off his life he gained from sleeping. 

TIm instinctively floats towards the sound of your giggle, along with the soothing scent of food that roams the air.

When he enters the kitchen, looking like he forgot his name and knows the entire history of you, you and Alfred don't even flinch at the site. 

“Hey Duckie! You slept longer this time, a whole 8 hours” you chirp as you pull out a tray of cookies, cooking the oven door closed. “Congrautlations, Master Tim, that's 5 more than last time” Aldred adds, stirring the pot of delicious smelling food. 

“Thanks…” Tim mumbles, still dazed. 

“I’ll be right with you, i just need ice the sugar cookies” You hum as you vigorously mix the icing while somehow simultaneously piping another batch in a bag. 

Tim can't help but smile gently out the domestic site, heart fluttering and not because of the residual caffeine that circulates through his veins. 

Just as Tim was about to sneak up behind you, and suggest he helps, Stephanie, Cassandra and Barbara burst in like they're about to rob a bank. 

“WE’RE HERE! BARBIE BAKER! Now the icing decorating competition can commence! Alfred, you're the judge” the girls push Tim aside, him knocking against the wall like a discarded ornament, ignoring him. 

“By the way, Tim, Bruce needs you” Barbara adds, as she wheels herself near the table as you carry the trays of cookies while Cassandra balances the various bags of icing. 

Tim stares blankly, his soul threatening to leave tired bones. 

Dear Lord, please give me patience. 

Tim’s at his wits end, he's barely seen you this week (aside from the fact you sleep in his bed every night tucked securely in his hold), stolen by one of his many family members.

Which brings him to now, calling a family meeting as if a world ending war is approaching. With all the family lounging on the couch, with the exception of Alfred who stands at the doorway and Jason who thinks he’s too cool to lounge with his loving family. 

“What do you want, Replacement? You know some of us have lives” Jason quips, leaning against the wall like 2000s grunge emo delinquent. 

“I am a full time CEO and hero who solves all your cases, you run a gang of D-list vigilantes and still come to me for help, we are not the same” Tim spits, the bags under his eyes seem much heavier, darker, like he hadn't slept for days (which might actually be true). At. his. Wits. End. Jason grumbles a retort, licking his teeth and sending Tim a glare that’s somehow more glare than his usual one. 

Then, Tim releases a forbidden command. 

“You’re all on Birdie Ban”

In that moment, the whole room bursts into cries, and an instant influx of complaining rips through the air. 

“WHAT? you have no right to ban us!”

“YOU CANNOT DICTATE WHO SHE CAN AND CANNOT SEE”

“Dick’s right! let Birdie see who she wants”

“You’re just a jealous loser”

“Dictator!”

“Worse than Joker”

“Woah, Steph, that’s a bit much”

“Nah, I was killed by him, Replacement is definitely worse”

“Now, let’s not make any rash decisions, Master Tim”

“I’m going to make a rash decision.”

“No innuendos, Cain. I'm going to gut Drake and use his insides as a scarf”

“Holy shit, Damian, Do we need to talk to a therapist again?”

“Yes, if that therapist is Birdie”

Tim stands there taking the brunt of the comments without flinching, his face passive as if he mastered the art of the Tibetan monks. 

And then: “If I catch you stealing Pretty Bird from me, I’m going to stop helping you with any of your cases…and ill dox you” 

“empty threats, Drake”

“says the guy lost a twitter war to a Brony”

Instantly, Damian shuts up, though his eyes burn with something akin to psychopathy. 

With one look, Tim scans the room seeing that everyone has fallen silent.

“By the way, no one tells her about this or I'll hack into all the tech in the house and block them off, out of spite”

With that, everyone reluctantly agrees and Tim can’t help but smile in satisfaction to himself. 

“Anyways, Pretty bird told me to let you guys know that she’s throwing a Gregory House theme party, everyone has to dress as a version of him” 

Tim may hate the fact that his family steals his girlfriend, but he’s more than grateful that his family loves you so much— enough to show up with a cane and stubble at least. 

epilogue

“Wait, why aren’t you dressed as House?” Dick, slack jawed, asks as he leans on his cane, dressed as convict season 8 house. 

“seems like you can’t even stick to your own girlfriends theme” Cassandra quips, in her rehab house attire, holding an ipod which blasts radiohead at a soft volume. 

“I'm Amber, a.k.a. female house— know your lore” Tim retorts, brushing his faux blonde hair to the side. 

Then you burst into the room, brown wig galore, and your certified doctors coat

“I, too, am at this party— omg bruce! i love cheerleader house, you look so authentic” 

The adventures of Pretty bird (shenanigans revolving you and Tim's family)

[kxsagi]

Just read 301 leaks I'm crumbling please save me- Mermaid y/n who accidentally turns back when water is spilled on them? Maybe some panicking over whether or not they need water to keep living and they get thrown into a tub or something LMAOO

“𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐫𝐚”

a/n: i had no idea how to write this, but i enjoyed trying something new 😭

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, ness alexis

isagi yoichi

it happens while he’s helping you clean up after cooking – he flicks water off his hands playfully, and a stray droplet grazes your thigh. your legs shimmer, and in less than two seconds, your feet are gone. replaced by a huge glittering fin that flops dramatically onto the floor. 

“… wait. wait. WAIT.” 

he drops the ladle. he backs away like you just morphed into a hydra. he stares at your tail. your gills. your shocked face. 

he points. “I SPILLED– YOU– YOU’RE A–” 

you try to reassure him but he’s already in lifeguard mode. 

“DO YOU NEED WATER TO LIVE NOW?!” 

throws you over his shoulder like you’re a beached whale, running to the bathroom. every few seconds he yells, “STAY WITH ME!!” 

you are literally fine. he is not. 

he shoves you in the tub and starts running the water like you’re about to pass out. grabs every cup he can find and pours water on you dramatically. 

“CAN’T LOSE YOU– NOT LIKE THIS–” 

by the time you finally manage to explain you’re stable on land, he’s already dumped half a bottle of gatorade in there “for electrolytes.” there are rubber duckies floating next to your tail. 

he looks at you, eyes wide: “… you’re still hot as a fish. just saying.” 

itoshi rin

you try your best to avoid letting this happen around rin because you know the man does not do well with surprises. 

unfortunately, he accidentally knocks over a glass of water during dinner. you freeze. he freezes. your tail slaps the floor with a dramatic SPLAT. 

rin stares at you like you just stabbed him in the chest. “… are you serious.” “uh.” “so the thing i was holding hands with last week wasn’t even real legs?” “they were temporarily real–” “temporarily?! bro.” 

he gets up, silently. goes to the bathroom. fills the tub. comes back and just stares at your fish body again like he’s trying to decide if it’s a prank. 

“do i put you in there? are you gonna start gasping for air?” “i can breathe–” “get in. you’re wet. you look slippery. this is too much.” 

he eventually just grabs a towel and wraps it around your tail like a burrito. stands in the doorway like a disgruntled chaperone while you flop around in the tub. 

“don’t die.” “i’m literally watching youtube shorts right now.” “… okay. but if you dry out like a raisin, i’m calling animal control.” 

itoshi sae

your tail appears right as you’re about to sit on the couch. sae spills a water bottle, and suddenly you're tail-first on the carpet, glimmering like a freshly caught fish. 

sae doesn’t even blink. “well. that’s a thing.” 

he walks over, crouches down, and pokes your tail once. “this why you always complain about sand getting places when we go to the beach?” 

you’re panicking, trying to towel off and turn back before anyone sees you, but he’s calmly inspecting your scales like he’s critiquing a new skincare product. 

“are these like… real? how do you shave? or do they just exfoliate themselves?” 

but the second he hears you hiccup a little and your gills twitch, he goes dead serious. 

“you good?” “a bit dry maybe–” “say less.” 

carries you bridal style to the tub and sets you in it like you’re an endangered species. 

“need salt water? mineral water? should i get you sea cucumbers?” googles "luxury spa for aquatic cryptids." 

he sits beside the tub and flicks water at your tail. “you’re lucky you’re hot.” “you’re lucky i don’t bite.” “… do you?” “maybe.” 

kaiser michael

this man is not mentally equipped to handle this kind of reveal. 

you’re in the kitchen, he’s teasing you, and while being dramatic, he accidentally sprays you with the sink hose. then you collapse like a dying seal, tail fanning out across the tiles. 

kaiser screams like he’s being mugged. “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!” “i can explain–” “IS THIS A CURSE?! A COSTUME? DID I DATE A SEA WITCH?!” 

he's on the floor. dramatically crawling away. then he pauses. 

“... wait. are you okay? like, medically?” 

you cough a little. he loses his mind. 

“WE’RE LOSING HER! TO THE BATHTUB WE GO!!” 

he scoops you up and bolts to the bathroom, hits every wall on the way. fills the tub and yells, “DO I NEED TO BUY SEA SALT?” 

he brings you juice boxes, swims goggles, and a mini disco light. films you in the tub and captions it: when your girlfriend turns into a MILF (mermaid i’d like to fish). 

yes. you smack him with your tail. yes. he deserves it. 

shidou ryusei

you try to keep it a secret. unfortunately, that only makes him more curious. 

so when you run from a spilled water bottle with a panicked expression, he tackles you and dumps a cup of water on your legs just to see what happens. 

your tail flops out with a splash. he stares. mouth open. 

“dude.” 

“YOU’RE A FISH GIRL?!” 

he picks you up like a prized trophy. “holy shit this is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

“i’m not a toy, ryu–” 

“YOU’RE A MAGIC SEA TOY.” 

he immediately tosses you in the tub and climbs in with you, fully clothed. he’s pretending to be a shark. he bites your tail. 

“stop. nibbling. me.” 

“we’re bonding!!! don’t mermaids like playful roughhousing??” 

he buys you a leash. and says it’s for “aquatic walks.” 

you break it in half with your tail and he cries a little. 

nagi seishiro

you transform on the couch after he accidentally dumps a cup of water on you while trying to sleep with a drink in hand. you flop off the couch with a thud. 

nagi just sighs. “was gonna nap on you. now you’re slippery.” 

you explain what’s happening and he shrugs. “oh, that’s cool. do you get like, magic or something?” 

you tell him you can communicate with dolphins and he genuinely asks if they talk back in emojis. 

he hauls you to the tub like a lazy sack of potatoes. plops you in. sets the gaming console up on a chair nearby. feeds you snacks and strokes your tail like a cat. 

“this is chill. can i be a merman, too?” 

you tell him no and he sulks. 

draws fake gills on his face and says, “look, now we match.” 

you kiss him. he blushes. 

“guess i’m your fish-boyfriend now.” 

mikage reo

reo is watering his indoor plants when he accidentally flicks water on your leg, just a tiny drop. and BAM. tail out. pants ruined. 

you gasp. he gasps. 

“… sweetie.” 

“i can explain–” 

“are you gonna die?! DO YOU NEED AN OCEAN?! LAKE?! SPRINKLER?!” 

man starts dumping all his water bottles on you in a panic. realizes halfway through he might be making it worse. screams. carries you to his luxury master bath with LED lights and a waterproof speaker. fills it up while you flop inside like a helpless salmon. 

“DO YOU NEED MUSIC? CALMING WHALE SOUNDS? I CAN CALL A MARINE BIOLOGIST–” 

literally wants to create a whole indoor reef in his bathroom for you. goes online and orders a coral-shaped lamp and five gallons of sea salt. you tell him you’re fine and he still insists on building you an underwater kingdom. 

he walks in later wearing a crown made of shells: “you may now address me as king of all fish boyfriends.” 

ness alexis

ness is literally living his best wizard-core dream just being with you. he already thought you were magical because you always smell like coconut and glitter and your hair glows in the sunlight. 

but then. then he walks in with a cup of iced water, trips a little, and spills it all over your legs. 

you gasp. sparkles shimmer. scales emerge. your tail BURSTS out in a glimmering display like you’re the opening act of a Las Vegas mermaid show. the floor is soaked. 

ness drops his cup. time freezes. “NO WAY. NO. WAY. SHUT. UP.” 

he squeals. actually squeals. does a spin. he is vibrating. hyperventilating. 

“ARE YOU A MERMAID?! IS THIS MAGIC? DID I UNLOCK A HIDDEN QUESTLINE??” 

you’re flopping around trying to get a towel and he’s full-on audibly giggling. “OH MY GOSH, YOU HAVE A TAIL. A REAL. TAIL. DO YOU SING?? DO YOU HYPNOTIZE SAILORS? DO YOU GRANT WISHES??” 

you try to explain that it’s not that deep, it’s just an involuntary transformation when wet, and he immediately gasps like you insulted the divine. 

then he drags out his dusty childhood wizard robe. puts it on. tells you he’s now your official “guardian of the secret sea temple,” claiming he finally found his “destiny.” 

throws open the bathroom door, fills the tub dramatically while humming magical background music. adds bath bombs. LED lights. flower petals. 

he makes you recite a fake mermaid oath. he sets up candles in a circle around the bathtub like it’s a sacred summoning site. 

calls you his “limited-edition legendary SSR mermaid girlfriend” now and makes you matching aquatic-themed friendship bracelets. 

you’re a walking RPG to him and he’s so down bad.

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[meadowfics]

favoritism

father!husband!kang dae ho x f!wife!mother!reader

apart of the kang family series

daeho feels the need to talk to you after an observation he has made

warnings: mentions of favoritism towards children, childhood trauma, mentions of the squid games referred to as 'death games', argument/disagreements, huge angst but resolved in the end.

authors note: this is the second, “kang family” story release today :) i immediately wrote this one a few days ago after the previous one. i am obsessed with this universe ive grown lol

a soft hum of the water runs into the baby tub in the bathroom, steam curling lazily in the warm air. you sat on a small stool by the edge of the tub, sleeves rolled up, carefully cradling byeol’s tiny body as she splashed her chubby hands in the water. 

she let out a delighted babble, her round cheeks resembling yours flushed pink from the warmth, her tiny toes kicking and sending droplets of water onto your lap.

“that’s my baby girl,” you cooed, a wide smile spreading across your face as byeol squealed, her little hands grasping at the floating rubber ducky. the baby’s fine hair stuck to her forehead, water dripping down her soft skin, and you couldn't help but smile at how much she had grown. 

byeol is almost five months now.  

it was bittersweet.  

just yesterday, it felt like you had brought her home from the hospital, so tiny and fragile in your arms. now, she was babbling more, lifting her head proudly during tummy time, and you had just started introducing her to baby food…soft, pureed textures. it iss thrilling watching her grow, but the ache in your chest reminded you that time was slipping through your fingers faster than you wanted.  

“you’re doing so good, byeol,” you whispered, your heart swelling with love as she giggled, splashing water up onto your arms.  

you were so focused on her that you didn’t notice the soft footsteps padding toward the bathroom door.  

“eomma?”  

the small, gentle voice pulled you from your thoughts. you turned your head and saw seo-ah standing by the doorway, still in her daycare clothes…her favorite pink dress now a little wrinkled, her hair pulled into two uneven pigtails from her teacher’s attempt to fix them after playtime. 

she held her crayon box tightly in her hands, her coloring book tucked under one arm.  

“hi, baby,” you said, smiling at her, “did you have fun at daycare?”  

she nodded, stepping closer to the doorway but not entering the bathroom. 

“yeah! we learned about flowers today. we were given coloring books and... i want to color with you.” she lifted the crayon box a little higher, her small face hopeful.  

your heart tugged, but you glanced down at byeol, who was starting to get fussy in the tub, her little hands rubbing her tired eyes.  

“sweetheart, can we do it later?” you asked gently, reaching for the washcloth to rinse byeol. 

“i need to finish giving byeol her bath, and then i have to feed her, okay?”  

you saw the flicker of disappointment cross seo-ah’s face, but she covered it with a small smile, hugging her coloring book tighter. 

“okay…”  

“i promise we’ll color later, just you and me,” you reassured her, though your mind was already on the growing list of things you had to get done.  

seo-ah nodded, though her voice was quieter this time. 

“okay, eomma.”  

she didn’t leave right away. instead, she lingered by the bathroom door, watching as you continued to bathe byeol. you giggled as byeol splashed the water again, her little legs kicking in excitement, her babbles loud and happy. 

your eyes sparkled with pure joy as you gently cupped water over her tiny head, your voice soft and sweet as you spoke to her. seo-ah hugged her coloring book tighter to her chest, her small fingers clutching the crayon box. 

she noticed the way you smiled so brightly at byeol, how your eyes were filled with happiness.  

she waited patiently in the hallway, sitting down with her crayon box next to her. she opened it, picking out her favorite purple crayon and starting to color on a blank page, hoping you’d come join her soon.  

you didn’t.  

after finishing byeol’s bath, you swaddled her in a soft towel, her tired little face resting against your chest as you hummed to her, not noticing seo-ah still sitting quietly just outside the bathroom.  

down the hall, dae-ho was in his office, focused on his work. the sound of his keyboard clicking echoed softly, his headset perched over his ears as he managed a few customer service calls. he had been buried in tasks all afternoon, unaware of the little moments unfolding by his office door.  

while you were too wrapped up in byeol’s routine, and dae-ho was focused on his work, seo-ah sat there, waiting…her crayon strokes slowing as she looked down at the half-colored page.  

she was patient. she was always patient. however, the small ache inside her chest grew a little heavier as she realized you had forgotten.

the next day, it was late afternoon when seo-ah burst through the front door, her little shoes clumsily kicked off at the entrance as she clutched a bright, mini soccer ball in her hands. the girl’s face was lit up with excitement, her pigtails bouncing as she ran into the living room where you were kneeling on the floor, changing byeol’s diaper.  

“eomma! look what i got from daycare!” she exclaimed, holding the ball high above her head like a trophy.  

you glanced up, a soft smile spreading across your face at the sight of her glowing with happiness. 

“wow, baby! that’s so cool! did your teacher give that to you?”  

she nodded eagerly, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

“yeah! we played soccer today and it was so fun! i wanna show you how to play!”  

your heart warmed at her enthusiasm, but at that moment, you were still in the middle of changing byeol, who was wiggling and kicking her chubby legs, her tiny fists waving in the air. you wiped her clean and tried to keep her calm as she squirmed beneath you.  

“that sounds so fun, seo-ah,” you replied, fastening byeol’s diaper and grabbing the soft pink onesie nearby. 

“can we play in the backyard a little later? i need to finish changing byeol first, and then wait until she goes down for her nap. afterwards, we can have the whole backyard to ourselves.”  

seo-ah’s excitement dimmed slightly, but she still smiled, her fingers gripping the ball tightly. 

“okay, eomma. we can wait.”  

you gave her a quick smile before focusing back on byeol, pulling her arms through the onesie sleeves while trying to quiet her soft babbles. seo-ah sat down nearby, rolling the soccer ball back and forth between her hands, patiently waiting.  

after finally settling byeol down for her nap, you found yourself moving straight into preparing dinner. the pots clanged as you worked in the kitchen, the smell of garlic and onions filling the air as you chopped vegetables and stirred the broth on the stove.  

dae-ho entered the kitchen, slipping off his watch and placing it on the counter as he glanced over at you, now focused entirely on dinner. 

“smells amazing in here,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist for a brief moment before reaching into the fridge for a drink of water.  

“thanks,” you smiled, stirring the pot, “i wanted to get dinner done early before the girls wake up. figured it would be easier.”  

then, you felt a soft tug on your sweater.  

“eomma?”  

you turned to see seo-ah standing there, holding the mini soccer ball against her chest, her hopeful eyes matching daeho’s looking up at you.  

“byeol’s asleep now… can we play soccer?”  

you felt your heart sink slightly, realizing you had completely forgotten about your promise. you glanced back at the stove, the pot bubbling gently, and sighed.  

“oh, sweetheart… i’m in the middle of making dinner right now. can we play after we eat?”  

seo-ah’s face fell, just for a second, before she quickly masked it with a small nod. 

“okay, eomma.”  

before she could walk away, dae-ho, who had been watching the exchange silently, knelt down beside her, offering her a warm smile.  

“hey, baby, how about appa plays soccer with you while mommy finishes cooking? i bet i can show you some really cool soccer moves.”  

seo-ah hesitated, her fingers tightening around the ball. she wanted to play, she really did, but her small shoulders slumped ever so slightly, seoah’s disappointment is hard to hide.  

“okay, appa,” she agreed, though her voice was softer now.  

dae-ho ruffled her hair gently, sensing her sadness. 

“come on, let’s go to the backyard. we’ll play until dinner’s ready.”  

you watched them head out to the backyard together, a pang of guilt washing over you as you stirred the pot. you saw how her little shoulders drooped, even as she followed dae-ho outside, clutching the ball. she wanted you to be the one to play with her.  

you hadn’t realized how often lately you’d been saying “later.”

within the same week, the house filled with the soft hum of the television playing in the background. you had finally found a moment to relax, and byeol was lying on a soft blanket on the floor, her chubby little legs kicking wildly in the air as she babbled, her tiny hands grabbing at nothing in particular.

you leaned over her, smiling wide, feeling the pure joy of the moment. 

“who’s my happy girl, huh? who’s my ticklish little baby?” you cooed, lowering your head to her tiny belly and blowing raspberries against her soft skin.

byeol squealed with laughter, her giggles echoing through the room, her arms flailing in delight. you couldn’t help but laugh too, the sound so pure and full of love.  

unnoticed, seo-ah stood a few feet away, clutching her favorite stuffed bunny tightly against her chest. daeho’s twin and her big brown eyes sparkled with hope as she watched you play with byeol. 

the girl’s little heart fluttered with excitement, thinking maybe it would be her turn next. she loved when you used to play like that with her, making her laugh so hard she couldn’t breathe. she inched closer, waiting patiently, her tiny hands gripping the bunny tighter.  

unfortunately, her turn never came.

after finishing with the belly raspberries, you scooped byeol into your arms, cradling her close, and settled onto the couch. you giggled as byeol nuzzled into your chest, her tiny fists grabbing at your shirt, completely focused on her.

“you’re such a sweet girl,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to her soft hair.  

seo-ah stood there, staring for a moment, before climbing up onto the couch beside you. she nestled herself against your side, sitting upright, her bunny still in her lap, waiting for you to pull her into your arms too.  

you didn’t.

your focus stayed on byeol, cooing and smiling down at the baby in your arms, completely unaware of how seo-ah sat silently, feeling like a bystander in her own family.

after a few minutes, seo-ah quietly slipped off the couch, her feet barely making a sound against the hardwood floor as she padded down the hallway. she wandered into dae-ho’s office, where he was seated at his desk, typing away on his laptop. the man’s headset rested around his neck, signaling that he was taking a short break.  

he looked up as she entered, his face instantly softening. 

“hey, my big girl!” he smiled, closing his laptop. 

“come here.”

seo-ah shuffled over to him, her bunny still clutched tightly. dae-ho scooped her up into his lap, settling her comfortably against his chest.

“how’s my seo-ah doing?” he asked, brushing some stray hairs from her face.

“i’m okay,” she replied softly, her voice quieter than usual.

he tilted his head, sensing that something was off. 

“just okay? not great?”  

she hesitated before speaking again. 

“appa... can i ask you something?”  

daeho’s heart clenched at the vulnerability in her voice. 

“of course, baby. you can ask me anything.”  

seo-ah’s fingers twisted around her bunny’s ear as she stared down at her lap. after a moment, she whispered, “will eomma ever love me again?”  

dae-ho’s entire body froze, his heart dropping into his stomach.  

“what?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly, though he tried to keep it steady.  

“eomma... she always plays with byeol. she holds her all the time, but not me,” seo-ah’s small voice trembled. 

“i just… i miss when she used to play with me.”  

dae-ho felt a lump forming in his throat. he wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her against his chest. 

“oh, baby,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “eomma loves you so much. she loves you with all her heart.”  

“but…” seo-ah’s voice trailed off, as if she couldn’t quite find the words.  

“sometimes,” dae-ho continued gently, “when babies are really little, they need a lot of attention. but that doesn’t mean eomma loves you any less.”  

“okay,” seo-ah murmured, but there was a heaviness in her tone that told dae-ho she didn’t fully believe it.  

he held her tighter, but the question stayed in his mind, poking at him. what had made her feel this way?  

over the next few days, he started to notice the little moments…the ones he hadn’t seen before.

you holding byeol more than seo-ah. you setting aside time for the baby’s baths, feedings, tummy time, all the milestones that came with having an infant, while unintentionally pushing seo-ah to the side.  

it was only two days later when seo-ah had come to you, holding her mini soccer ball, asking to play.  

“can we play now, eomma? byeol’s sleeping,” she had said, her eyes bright with hope.  

you, standing over the stove, stirring dinner, had glanced at the pot and sighed, “not right now, sweetheart. i need to finish dinner. maybe later, okay?”  

dae-ho had seen the disappointment flash in seo-ah’s eyes, though she tried to hide it.  

he’d stepped in, offering, “i can play with you, baby. how about me and you play soccer in the backyard?”  

“okay, appa,” she’d agreed. however, there had been a sadness in her voice, a sadness that told him it wasn’t the same. she had wanted you.  

that wasn’t the worst, since there was the moment that truly broke his heart.

the next afternoon, byeol was asleep on the couch, her soft breaths even and peaceful. seo-ah had been playing with her blocks nearby, humming quietly to herself. 

she built a small tower, proud of her creation, before turning to you.  

“eomma! look what i made!” she called out, her eyes shining with excitement.  

you, cradling byeol as she slept, pressed a finger to your lips. 

“shh, sweetheart. byeol’s sleeping. can you go play in your room for a little bit? i don’t want her to wake up and start crying.”  

the words hit seo-ah like a wave.  

the older sister’s smile faded, her little shoulders slumping as she scooped up her blocks and trudged to her room. she was quiet, so quiet, as she shut the door behind her, the sound soft but deafening in dae-ho’s ears.  

he couldn’t ignore it anymore.

after a moment, he followed her, heart heavy. he found her sitting on the floor of her room, her blocks scattered in front of her, but she wasn’t playing. seoah’s bunny sat in her lap, her small fingers tugging at its ears as her eyes glistened with tears she tried to hold back.  

dae-ho knelt down beside her, gently placing a hand on her back. 

“hey, baby,” he whispered.  

she sniffled but didn’t look up.  

“can i sit with you?” he asked.  

she nodded slowly, and he sat down, pulling her into his lap.  

“i saw what happened,” he said softly, brushing her hair out of her face, “i know that hurt your feelings.”  

she finally looked up at him, her lower lip trembling. 

“i just wanted eomma to see my tower.”  

“i know, baby,” dae-ho replied, his chest aching, “and i’m really sorry. sometimes, when eomma is busy with byeol, it might feel like she isn’t paying attention. but she loves you so, so much. more than anything.”  

“then why doesn’t she play with me anymore?”  

the question hit him like a punch to the gut.  

he hugged her tighter, fighting back his own emotions. 

“i think eomma’s been really focused on taking care of byeol because she’s still so little, but she doesn’t realize how much you’ve been missing her. it’s not because she doesn’t love you.”  

seo-ah rested her head on his chest, her small hands gripping his shirt.  

“how about we build the biggest tower ever together?” he offered gently, “and then, we’ll show eomma when we’re done. i bet she’ll be so proud.”  

she sniffled but nodded, a small smile breaking through. 

“okay.”  

as they started building, block by block, dae-ho’s mind raced, already knowing he needed to talk to you soon, really talk. as much as he knew you loved both of your daughters, you hadn’t realized the hurt that had been growing in seo-ah’s little heart. he needed to help fix it before that distance became too wide.

the tower stood tall, as tall as it could with colorful plastic blocks. seo-ah’s little hands had carefully placed the final piece on top, her tiny fingers trembling with excitement. she beamed up at dae-ho, her whole body jumped with happiness.

“look, appa! it’s the tallest one we’ve ever made!” she giggled, clapping her hands.

“it’s amazing, baby,” dae-ho smiled, his heart warmed by her excitement, “let’s go show eomma, okay?”

seo-ah nodded eagerly, clutching her stuffed bunny in one arm while carefully carrying the wobbly tower in the other. she followed dae-ho into the living room, where you sat on the floor, watching byeol lying on her tummy on a soft blanket. 

byeol babbled tiredly, her tiny legs moved as she rocked her body back and forth.

“eomma! look!” seo-ah called out, holding up the block tower proudly. 

“me and appa made this for you!”

you glanced up, a soft smile tugging at your lips, but just as you opened your mouth to respond, byeol rolled over on her belly and pushed herself forward a few inches, her little arms wobbling under her weight.

“oh my gosh, dae she’s trying to crawl!” you gasped, eyes wide as you leaned forward, your hands ready to catch her if she tumbled. 

“come on, byeol, you can do it!”

your entire focus shifted. you clapped your hands softly, encouraging the baby, completely caught in the moment.  

behind you, seo-ah’s heart dropped. the kid’s small hands gripped the tower tighter, but the blocks wobbled and fell apart, scattering across the floor.  

“eomma…” she tried again, her voice much softer this time.

you didn’t hear her, too focused on byeol, who now babbled happily, clearly enjoying the attention.  

dae-ho watched it all unfold, his chest tightening with a mix of emotions. he knelt beside seo-ah, who was now kneeling on the floor, her head lowered as she started picking up the scattered blocks.  

“baby…” he whispered, but she didn’t say anything.  

seoah’s excitement had vanished, her little heart shattering at how quickly you had turned away.  

the rest of the evening passed in a blur. you were too focused on byeol, who spent the rest of the night making tiny attempts to crawl, and seo-ah quietly sat with dae-ho, barely speaking, her energy dimmed.

the next morning, sunlight warmed the bedroom. you stretched beneath the covers, feeling the comfort of the soft sheets wrapped around you. byeol was still sleeping peacefully in her bassinet, her soft breathing the only sound in the room.

you felt dae-ho stir beside you before his weight shifted as he sat up, running a hand through his messy hair.

“goodmorning,” you murmured, your voice still thick with sleep.

he glanced at you, his face unreadable. 

“hey.”

there was a pause. a heaviness in the air that you didn’t quite understand.

“i was thinking…” he started, his voice careful, almost too careful, “maybe i’ll take byeol to see my mom today. in ssangmun-dong.”

you blinked, surprised by the suggestion. 

“just byeol?”  

he nodded. 

“yeah. eomma’s been asking about her. she’s only seen her twice since she was born.”  

you frowned, feeling an immediate ache in your chest at the thought. 

“i don’t know... i don’t want to be apart from byeol for that long.”

dae-ho let out a breath, clearly trying to keep his tone even. 

“it’s just for the day. we’ll be back by dinner.”

you hesitated before sitting up straighter. 

“what if you take seo-ah instead? she hasn’t been to see your mom in a while either.”  

there was a beat of silence. the air grew heavier.  

dae-ho’s jaw tensed. he turned his head away for a second, as if trying to bite back his initial reaction.  

“she’s seen seo-ah plenty of times,” he replied, his voice now edged with frustration, “she wants to see byeol.”

“okay… then you can take both of them,” you offered, your tone still casual, not understanding the weight of what you had said.

that’s when daeho finally cracked, though he tried to keep it subtle.  

he let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head as he stood up from the bed. 

“of course. why wouldn’t you want them both gone?” he muttered under his breath, the words sharp, cutting deeper than he intended.

you sat there, stunned, your heart sinking. 

“what’s that supposed to mean?”  

dae-ho didn’t answer. he grabbed his shirt from the chair, slipping it over his head. 

“nothing. forget it.”

you pushed the covers off, your emotions swirling in confusion and hurt. 

“dae-ho, what are you talking about?”  

he stopped at the bedroom door, his hand gripping the handle tightly, his shoulders tense. but he didn’t turn around.  

“i just… i can’t right now. i’ll be back later,” he mumbled before stepping out, closing the door gently but firmly behind him.

you sat there, frozen, your mind racing. what did he mean by that? why did it sound like he was accusing you of something?

the hurt sat heavy in your chest, but you didn’t chase after him. instead, you got out of bed, walking into byeol’s nursery. she was still fast asleep, her tiny chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. you sat down in the rocking chair, carefully lifting her into your arms, holding her close.  

“good morning, my sweet girl,” you whispered, kissing the top of her soft head.  

the comfort of holding her washed over you, soothing some of the ache in your chest. you cradled her tightly, swaying gently in the chair, but there was something nagging at the back of your mind…something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

what was going on?  

you didn’t even realize that you hadn’t gone to greet seo-ah yet. she was likely awake in her room, waiting, as she always did, with her favorite bunny in hand, hoping for your attention. in this moment, all you could do was hold onto byeol, your thoughts too cloudy to see what was unfolding around you.

after laying byeol gently back in her crib, watching her chest rise and fall with each soft breath, you tucked the blanket around her and pressed a delicate kiss to her forehead. the baby’s tiny fingers curled, her face peaceful, completely unaware of the heaviness in the house.

you sighed, your mind still clouded with confusion over the morning’s argument with dae-ho. the way he had left the room, the hurt in his voice, it confused you. your heart ached, but part of you pushed the feelings aside, telling yourself it was just a bad morning for him.

stepping out of the nursery, you move quietly down the hall toward seo-ah’s room, thinking maybe now would be a good time to spend some one-on-one time with her. maybe you could make up for the missed moments, sit with her, color, or even play with that little soccer ball she’d been so excited about.

as you approached her door, soft cries broke through the quiet house.

you stopped mid-step, your heart instantly tightening in your chest. you could hear muffled voices, dae-ho’s low and gentle, but strained, and seo-ah’s little sobs between broken words.

your breath caught in your throat as you pressed yourself closer to the wall, listening.

“she still loves you, baby,” dae-ho’s voice was soft, trying to soothe her, “eomma loves you so much.”

then, through choked sobs, you heard the words that shattered something deep inside you.

“no, no she does not… mommy doesn’t love me anymore,” seo-ah cried, her tiny voice trembling with heartbreak.

your hand flew to your mouth, tears instantly welling in your eyes. your whole body felt like it had been slammed into a wall.  

what?  

you leaned closer, your heart pounding in your ears.

“baby, no,” dae-ho said, his voice still gentle but faltering, “she does, i promise. she just has to take care of byeol too, but that doesn’t mean she loves you any less.”

even you could hear it, the hesitance in his voice. the lack of certainty.  

he didn’t believe it fully himself.  

you could barely breathe.  

the sound of seo-ah crying, your little girl, your firstborn, echoed in your mind.  

“it’s not the same, appa,” she sniffled, “she only plays with byeol now. she doesn’t want me.”

it was like the air had been ripped from your lungs.  

your defense mechanism kicked in before your mind could even catch up. you turned and ran, your feet carrying you quickly down the hall and into your bedroom. you ran into the room and into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. you gripped the sink as you stared at yourself in the mirror.

your reflection looked back at you…tired, eyes wide, your lips trembling.

what have i done?

you gripped the edge of the sink tighter, your knuckles getting lighter. images flashed through your mind, every time you’d told seo-ah “later,” every time you’d chosen to cradle byeol while leaving seo-ah sitting quietly nearby.  

you hadn’t even noticed.  

she had.  

you squeezed your eyes shut, tears spilling over as your body trembled.  

“no,” you whispered, but it was like your own mind was drowning out your voice.

your reflection blurred through your tears, but all you could see was the image of your younger self. the little girl who sat alone on the front steps waiting for her mom to come home, the one who constantly felt unseen, unheard, unwanted.  

your parents had done this to you.  

they had ignored you, pushed you to the side, made you feel like you didn’t matter.  

and now…  

“i’m doing the same thing,” you choked out, sliding down onto the bathroom floor, your back pressed against the cool tiles as your tears came harder, your body shaking.

you hugged your knees to your chest, burying your face in your arms, the crushing guilt pressing down on you.

seo-ah was your firstborn, your little girl, the one who had made you a mother. you had loved her so fiercely, so completely. she had been your whole world before byeol came, and somehow, without realizing it, you had pushed her aside.

of course, you still loved her. more than anything. more than yourself. that wasn’t what she had been seeing though. the image of her holding up that crayon drawing, waiting for you to notice. the small hands gripping the soccer ball, hoping you’d play. your daughter’s voice when she asked if she could help bathe byeol, only for you to tell her, “maybe later.”

all those moments.

you sat there, tears rolling down your cheeks, your chest tight with the weight of your own failure.

you thought of what dae-ho had said earlier, his frustration, the smart remark before he left the room. now it made sense.  

you had been so focused on one child that you had unintentionally hurt the other. you sat there in silence for what felt like an eternity, the sound of your own quiet sobs filling the room.

eventually, you wiped your face with shaky hands, standing up on trembling legs. you splashed cold water on your face, trying to hide the redness in your eyes, though it felt pointless.

you opened the bathroom door, stepping out into the bedroom, expecting to see the girls playing or resting.

however, the house was silent. too silent.

you walked into the living room, looking around. no toys scattered on the floor. no little voices or baby babbles.

you noticed a note on the kitchen counter, written in dae-ho’s handwriting.

“i took the girls to my mom’s. thought it might be good for everyone to have some space. we’ll be back later.”

your chest tightened, your fingers gripping the edge of the counter.

he had taken both of them.

your eyes filled with tears again, but this time, the hurt was mixed with fear.

how am i supposed to fix something that i didn’t even realize that i’ve broken?  

you had never meant to hurt seo-ah. you had never meant to make her feel unloved. now, she thought you didn’t love her anymore. you had no idea how to make that right.

the house was painfully silent, filled with an emptiness that echoed through every room. you sat curled up on the living room couch, the soft fabric of seo-ah’s favorite bunny pressed tightly against your chest. the girl’s small toy worn from years of love, its little ears slightly bent, was all you had in that moment, and it felt like the only thing anchoring you to reality.

your fingers traced the seams of the bunny absentmindedly, your mind racing, your heart heavy. you had been sitting there for hours, the sun shifting across the sky outside the windows, but you barely noticed. all you could think about was seo-ah, her tearful voice in the hallway, those heartbreaking words still echoing in your head.

you clutched the bunny tighter, your throat tightening as tears pricked your eyes again.  

how had i let it get this far?

your mind drifted back to the day she was born, just four months after surviving those damn death games. you had been a shell of yourself then, walking through life with thick layers of PTSD wrapped around you like chains. 

the nightmares, the flashbacks, the unbearable weight of guilt from what you had done to survive…it all lived inside you.  

then seo-ah came.  

you had been financially stable by that point, the blood money from the games allowing you and dae-ho to start fresh, but nothing had really healed inside you. not until you held her.

you remembered that moment like it was yesterday, the first time you heard her tiny cry, her little fists clenched tight as they placed her on your chest. tears had poured down your face as you held her close, feeling her soft breaths against your skin.  

she was the light in the darkest chapter of your life. 

while dae-ho had been your anchor, your lifeline, seo-ah was the spark that reignited your will to keep going. her existence gave you purpose when everything else felt broken.  

she is his twin. every little feature, a mirror of dae-ho. the same warm eyes, the same button nose. it made you love her even more, feeling like a perfect blend of you both.  

in those early months, you couldn’t leave her side. seoah’s cries pulled at every fragile thread inside of you. she had been your only child then, the center of your world, and loving her with every fiber of your being felt effortless. you had no distractions, no one else to split your attention between.  

that was the problem.  

you had known how to be her mom when it was just the two of you. when she was the only one who needed you. now, with byeol here things had changed. you hadn’t realized how much, but now that the house was empty, that realization sat like a heavy stone in your chest.  

you stared at the bunny in your lap, remembering all the times she’d held it tightly when she was scared or sad. and now? she thought you didn’t love her.  

a sob broke free from your chest, your hands trembling as you wiped at your face.  

you had grown her inside of you for nine months. through the worst of it. the fifth month, god, that fifth month, had been hell. you were in the middle of the games, carrying her, while pushing yourself beyond what anyone should be able to survive.

there had been moments when you thought she wouldn’t make it, that the stress, the trauma, the sheer brutality of it all would rip her away from you before she ever took her first breath. she didn’t. she stayed with you. she had been your testament to strength, to bravery. she was the living proof that you had survived the worst, and yet here you were, hurting her in a way you never imagined you could.

you thought about how easily she had smiled at you as a baby, how she used to reach for you with those chubby little hands, trusting that you would always be there. now? she had to ask her father if you still loved her.

your heart shattered all over again.

you rocked back and forth on the couch, the bunny still pressed tightly to your chest, as thoughts swirled around in your mind.

you needed to fix this. fast.  

before it got worse. before she started believing that your love had conditions. before dae-ho grew distant, because you had seen it in his eyes too. the sadness. the frustration. the disappointment.  

you could already feel the cracks forming.  

you had to fix it before the space between you and them grew too wide to close.  

before seo-ah, your sweet, vibrant, energetic little girl, started to believe that she wasn’t enough anymore. the same way your mother made you feel as a child. 

seoah is everything. 

she is your everything.  

both of them were. 

you needed to show her that before it was too late.

the house smelled faintly of vanilla and sugar, the soft scent of the cake you had spent hours baking filling the air. the kitchen was spotless now, counters wiped down, dishes done, and the soccer ball cake sat proudly on the table, its white and black frosting gleaming under the soft kitchen lights. it wasn’t perfect, the lines weren’t as straight as they could be, and the icing smudged in a few spots, but it was made with love. it was a start.

you had spent the entire day cleaning, organizing, and focusing your mind. the mindless tasks had helped ground you, giving you time to calm down and really think about how you were going to fix things. 

not just with dae-ho, but more importantly, with seo-ah.

you didn’t want her to grow up feeling like she had to compete with her baby sister for your love. that was your biggest fear now, that your mistakes might turn into something that would leave lasting scars on her heart. you had to change that. and soon.

it was nearly 6 p.m. when you heard the front door unlocking. your heart leaped, a mix of nerves and hope twisting in your stomach. you quickly wiped your hands on a towel, taking one last glance at the cake before stepping toward the door.

the soft creak of the door opening filled the quiet house, and you immediately saw them.

the stroller was pushed inside first, both girls fast asleep, their soft breaths rising and falling in tandem. byeol’s tiny head rested against the side, her pacifier still in her mouth, while seo-ah sat curled up next to her, her arms wrapped around her other favorite bunny, her little legs kicked out to the side. 

your heart swelled seeing them like that. peaceful and safe.

dae-ho stepped in next, gently shutting the door behind him. he looked… better. calmer. the tension in his shoulders seemed lighter, though you could still feel the heaviness in the air between you both. this morning’s argument lingered, unspoken but present.

you offered a light smile, trying to ease the atmosphere. 

“hey… how was your mom’s?”

he glanced up at you, a soft, almost tired smile on his face. 

“she was happy to see the girls. it was good for her.”

you nodded, crossing your arms lightly over your chest, unsure of what to say next. 

“was your dad there?”

he shook his head. 

“no. thankfully.” his jaw tensed slightly before softening again, “it was just eomma, me, and the girls. i was surprised that none of my sisters were there.”

you let out a small breath of relief, though the tension still lingered between you both.

it was clear that while he wasn’t angry anymore, there was still a conversation to be had. and you were ready for it. you both needed it.

“they had fun?” you asked softly, glancing at the sleeping girls.

“yeah. eomma spoiled them,” he chuckled, the sound soft, almost nostalgic. 

“she made a huge lunch, let seo-ah play in the garden, and spent most of the time holding byeol.”

you smiled, imagining seo-ah running around his mom’s garden, her bunny probably dragging through the dirt. 

“sounds like they had a good day.”

he nodded. 

“they did.”

there was a pause, heavy but not uncomfortable. dae-ho was always good at keeping calm, even when there were difficult things to say. you admired that about him, his patience, his ability to think things through. 

you knew he wasn’t the kind of man who would explode or lash out. however, he was also the kind of man who wouldn’t just let things slide. he would talk when he was ready.

you knew that moment would come after the girls were put to bed.

“i can carry them upstairs,” he said, moving toward the stroller.

“i’ll take seo-ah,” you offered quickly, your voice soft but certain.

he paused for a second, his eyes flickering to yours, and for a brief moment, something shifted. it was subtle, but you could see the acknowledgement there, he noticed. 

you gently unbuckled seo-ah from the stroller, her little body limp with sleep, her arms still clutching her bunny. she stirred slightly as you lifted her, her head resting against your shoulder.

“eomma?” she murmured, half-asleep.

“shh, baby, it’s okay. i’m here,” you whispered, kissing her forehead as you carried her up the stairs. you could feel dae-ho’s eyes on you as you disappeared into seo-ah’s room.

you gently laid her down on her bed, tucking the blankets around her. she clutched her bunny close, her soft breaths evening out again. you sat beside her for a moment, brushing a stray hair out of her face. 

“i love you so much, baby,” you whispered, your throat tightening with emotion.

she didn’t stir this time, but the words felt necessary.  

after making sure she was comfortable, you stood and quietly left her room, heading back downstairs.

when you reached the living room, you found dae-ho already there. byeol must’ve been tucked into her crib, and now he sat on the couch, his hands resting on his knees, waiting.

he looked up when you walked in, his eyes meeting yours, warm but serious.

you sat down beside him, the weight of the day pressing down on both of you.  

“we need to talk,” he started, his voice gentle but steady.

“i know,” you replied, your voice soft, feeling the emotions swirling inside.

the air between you hung heavy with everything unspoken. you both knew this conversation was going to be hard, but necessary. the living room was filled with a heavy silence, the kind that pressed down on your chest and made it harder to breathe. 

you sat next to dae-ho on the couch, your hands clasped tightly in your lap, your fingers twisting together as you tried to find the right words, any words, but they wouldn’t come.

he sat there too, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped loosely, his eyes on the floor for a moment before he finally turned his head to look at you.

“y/n,” he began, his voice soft but serious, “we need to talk about seo-ah.”

your throat tightened, your heart already racing. you nodded, your eyes welling with tears before you even had a chance to speak.

“i’ve been noticing things… things i didn’t want to say out loud because i know—” he paused, taking a breath., “i know you have no bad intentions. i know how much you love both of our girls but… have you noticed how seo-ah has been feeling?”

you tried to speak, but the lump in your throat made it nearly impossible. you opened your mouth, then closed it again, your vision blurring as tears filled your eyes.

“dae-ho, i…” your voice broke, and the tears spilled over. you quickly wiped them away with the sleeve of your shirt, shaking your head. 

“i didn’t mean to… i didn’t even realize…” you swallowed hard, but it felt like the words were stuck, heavy and sharp. your husband’s face softened, his brow furrowing with concern, but when he reached out to place a hand on your arm, you instinctively pulled away.

“don’t,” you whispered, your voice trembling, “please… don’t comfort me right now. this is all my fault.”

“y/n…” he sighed, his heart breaking a little at the sight of you falling apart, blaming yourself so fully. 

“this isn’t just on you. we’re in this together.”

you shook your head, fresh tears rolling down your cheeks. 

“no, it is my fault. i made her feel unloved, like i didn’t care about her. i didn’t even notice what i was doing to her, dae-ho. i was so focused on byeol that i… i hurt her.” your voice cracked again, and your chest ached from the weight of it all.

he moved closer then, carefully, his hand resting on your knee this time, grounding you. 

“i know you didn’t mean to, and i’m not mad at you,” he said, his voice steady and full of love, “i’m not your enemy in this. i’m on your side.”

you bit your lower lip, trying to hold it together, but it wasn’t working.

“i just…” you started, your voice breaking, “i don’t know how to fix it.”

he took your hands in his, his warmth radiating through your trembling fingers. 

“you can fix it. and i’ll help you.” he squeezed your hands gently, “this is our first time being parents to two kids. it’s hard. we’re still figuring it out.”

you finally looked up at him, tears streaming down your face, but he didn’t look at you with frustration or judgment, only love.

“i feel like i failed her,” you whispered.

“you didn’t,” he replied firmly, “she’s still here. she still loves you. she’s just confused right now, and she needs a little more of you. that’s all.”

you wiped your eyes, your hands shaking. 

“how do i fix this, dae-ho? i need to fix this before she resents me… or resents byeol.”

he took a deep breath, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand. 

“start small. give her moments where she has you all to herself. just her and eomma. it doesn’t have to be anything huge. coloring together, playing soccer in the yard, reading her favorite book before bed. she needs to know she still has your attention and that she’s still your baby too.”

you nodded, tears still falling, but there was a tiny flicker of hope in your chest now.

“and i’ll help,” he continued, “i’ll take byeol when you need time with seo-ah. we’ll work together. you don’t have to balance this all on your own.”

the relief of hearing those words washed over you, even as the guilt still sat heavy in your heart.

“i don’t deserve how patient you are with me,” you mumbled, tears falling again.

he let out a soft, almost pained laugh, pulling you into his arms. 

“you deserve all of it. we’re in this together, remember?”

dae ho’s arms wrapped around you tightly, and you melted into his chest, finally allowing yourself to fully break down in his embrace. your husband’s hands moved gently over your back, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“this is hard for both of us,” he whispered against your hair, “but we’re doing it. we’re figuring it out and the girls are going to be okay because they have us.”

“i just…i don’t want to hurt them,” you choked out.

“you won’t,” he said firmly, “you’re already trying to make it right. that’s what matters.”

you sat there in his arms for a long moment, letting his words sink in, his steady heartbeat beneath your ear helping to calm the storm inside you.

“you’re right,” you finally whispered, your voice still shaky. he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, brushing a tear off your cheek with his thumb. you feel his love wrap around you like a shield, protecting you from the crushing guilt you had been drowning in.

“thank you, dae-ho. for not giving up on me,” you murmured.

dae-ho’s face softened even more, his eyes filled with nothing but love. 

“i never will.”  

the soft morning light filtered through the curtains as you quietly opened seo-ah’s bedroom door. the room was still and peaceful, filled with the faint sound of her slow, even breaths as she lay curled up under her pastel pink blanket, her little bunny clutched tightly against her chest.

you took a small, shaky breath, your heart pounding as you walked over to her bed. sitting on the edge, you gently brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face. 

she stirred slightly, her tiny eyebrows scrunching before her eyes slowly fluttered open.

“eomma?” she mumbled sleepily, her voice groggy and soft.

“good morning, my sweet girl,” you whispered, your throat tightening as you spoke. you couldn’t hold back anymore, you wrapped your arms around her small body, pulling her close into your chest.

she blinked in confusion, still groggy, her little arms limp at first. 

“eomma…?” she asked again, unsure why you were hugging her so tightly. then, after a few moments, her small arms wrapped around you too, her head resting against your shoulder. in that instant, you felt your heart begin to heal.

you closed your eyes, savoring the warmth of her hug, tears prickling behind your eyelids. you gently rocked her back and forth, feeling the weight of everything that had happened over the last few days crashing down on you.

“seo-ah…” you started, your voice cracking, “i’m so, so sorry, baby.”

she pulled back slightly, her sleepy eyes meeting yours. 

“why, eomma?”

you cupped her soft cheeks, your thumbs wiping away a tear that had slipped down your face. 

“i haven’t been the best mommy lately. i’ve made mistakes… and i made you feel like i didn’t love you, didn’t i?”

your oldest daughter's eyes glistened as she hesitated, but then she nodded slowly.

“but, baby, that’s not true… not even a little bit. i love you so much, more than anything. you are my world, seo-ah. you’ve been my light since the very first moment i met you.”

you took a breath, your voice trembling as you remembered that day, four months after surviving the games.  

“when you were born, i remember holding you for the first time. you were so tiny, so perfect. i was scared of a lot of things back then, but the second i looked into your eyes, all of that fear melted away. because you were there. my beautiful little girl. my reason to be strong.”

seo-ah blinked, her little hands now resting on your cheeks, mimicking how you were holding her.

“you’re the one who made me a mommy,” you whispered. “and you are so, so special to me. nothing will ever change that.”

a tear slipped down her cheek, but this time, it wasn’t from sadness, it was from something deeper. she leaned in, wrapping her arms around your neck tightly, her little voice muffled as she whispered, “i love you, eomma.”

you held her even tighter, like if you let go, she might fly away. 

“i love you, too, baby. forever. i will always love you.”

you rocked her gently in your arms, her warmth seeping into your chest, and for the first time in days, you felt something lift, like a wound finally starting to heal.

“i’m so sorry, seo-ah,” you said again, kissing the top of her head, “and i promise, from now on, i’m going to show you just how much i love you every single day.”

she sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand, but a small smile formed on her face. 

“okay, eomma.”

you smiled through your tears and added, “and guess what? after breakfast and daycare today… i’m going to play soccer with you in the backyard. just you and me. and this time, i promise.”

seoah’s eyes widened, sparkling with excitement. 

“really?”

you nodded, brushing her hair gently. 

“really. and i won’t break my promise.”

she giggled, the sound filling the room and your heart. 

“yay! eomma’s gonna play soccer with me!”

“yep,” you grinned, feeling hope blooming inside you. 

“now, let’s go eat some breakfast.”

the day passed slowly, each moment filled with a mixture of anticipation and hope. when it was finally time to pick seo-ah up from daycare, you made sure everything was ready before she even got home.  

the sun was warm, a gentle breeze dancing through the backyard as you stood there, soccer ball in hand. you had already set up two little makeshift goals using cones, making sure everything was perfect.

you heard the front door open, and then her voice, bright and excited.

“eomma?!”  

you turned around, seeing her standing at the glass door, her eyes wide as they landed on you and the soccer ball in your hands.

your daughter’s whole face lit up, her smile so wide it nearly reached her ears. 

“eomma! you’re ready!”

you laughed, your heart bursting with joy. 

“i told you i would be.”

she burst through the door, running across the grass with her bunny still in hand, before dropping it onto a nearby chair and racing toward you.

you crouched down, opening your arms wide, and she ran straight into them, giggling as you scooped her up and twirled her around.

“you kept your promise,” she said, her voice filled with pure happiness.

you smiled, your throat tightening as you looked at her. 

“and i always will, baby. always.”  

you set her down and tapped the soccer ball toward her feet. 

“now, show me how good you are at soccer.”

she giggled, chasing after the ball with her tiny legs, her laughter filling the backyard.

kang family masterlist

[willowed-wisp]

bathtime with ghost, soap and könig

Please bear with my random thoughts again lol

Simon ‘GHOST’ Riley:

- Until he met you, he was a shower guy

- Still is but loves to have baths with you

- It’s the only time he truly feels he could sleep

- You’re waking him up every few minutes, hugging his under his arms and head in the gap of his shoulder blades

- It’s where he’s most peaceful

- But, he will deflate a rubber duck if it comes anywhere near him.

- Simon ain’t playing around- bathtime is serious

- He loves to face you- him faucet end. He just loves your face to be able to the body of the person he loves most in the wretched world he continues to save

- There’s a sad look in your eyes, washing his face paint off after he gets back from deployment… “What’s wrong, love?”

- “I hate seeing you so tired…” On the verge of tears, his arms wrapped around you. He’d let you bawl there for hours on end as long as you were safe.

- That’s why he wore the mask- he couldn’t watch you in the same position as he found himself. “You’re a trooper, y’know that, right?” He’ll say in your hairline. Leaving a peck on your forehead.

- Expect gentle sex from Simon that night, and every night he gets home to you.

Johnny ‘SOAP’ MacTavish:

- Loves, loves, LOVES bath bombs.

- He’s like a child, honestly

- Actually lets your wash his hair in the bath, never in the shower

- It helps him relax especially after being deployed- he needs an exit back to his civilian life… he not ashamed if a hair wash from his love is the way to do that

- Loves being little spoon in the bath, and a massage with some natural oils

- He has his own rubber ducky

- And has been known to smuggle hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows into bathtime… sometimes ending up in the bath…

- But he denies he was the cause of that disaster

KÖNIG:

- He’s a big guy and has a massive bathtub to cater for his long legs and broad stature

- Love having you in between his legs in the bath- giving you bedroom eyes behind your back.

- Massages you, surprisingly gentle at it and washes your hair so delicately. Leaving kisses down your neck and on top of your head

- Adores bubble baths, has little fights with you. Normally he concedes- your his treasure.

- Likes bath bombs especially when they fizzle in his hands. You fight over who gets to hold it

- As much as he loves washing your hair, he enjoys your fingers working their way through his own.

- Such a teddy bear, will fall asleep on top of you in bed and you will love every moment you have your big guy there in your arms

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[some-bunniii]

Lucifer’s Three Lessons of Touch

・❥ You don’t like to be touched—even handshakes get you sweaty, but can the charming ruler of Hell change that?

x: reader is g/n. no use of y/n.

xx: wowowoow my first inbox request!! i honestly never thought i would do one but i finally had the motivation to write a situation like this so… enjoy!

The first time you met Lucifer, you flinched.

It wasn’t subtle, either. You physically recoiled, reeling back as if. You could still recall the shock in his crimson eyes, then the slight tilt of his head as he regarded you in front of all your friends at the hotel.

“Oh?” he had murmured, withdrawing his hand just before it could make contact with your shoulder. His crimson eyes gleamed with amusement. “Ah, I see. The rumors have gotten to you, haven’t they? Terrified I’ll smite you where you stand?”

Lucifer’s tone was teasing, but there was a curiosity beneath it, as if he was waiting to see if you’d confirm his suspicion.

Your stomach had twisted at the attention. You’d only been working at the Hazbin Hotel’s front desk for a few weeks, trying to keep your head down and do your job. 

When Charlie had offered you a position, promising you a place that felt safe, you hadn’t expected him—Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell himself—to be so… present.

And touchy.

Lucifer was all casual affection, all warmth and charm wrapped up in a devilishly well-dressed package. A hand at Charlie’s back, a ruffle of Vaggie’s hair, a deliberate jab to Alastor’s side when he stood in the King’s path. He was the kind of person who made contact as naturally as breathing.

Which, unfortunately, didn’t mix well with you.

You weren’t sure why you told him. Maybe it was the way he had pulled back so easily, so quickly, without a hint of offense. Maybe it was because of the curious way he watched you afterward, instead of the disgust or cruel judgment like you would have expected for the ruler of Hell.

“I don’t like being touched,” you had admitted, your fingers curling against the desk. “It’s not—it’s not you, I just—”

Lucifer had held up a hand, stopping you with a disarming smile. “Say no more, darling.” 

And he hadn’t pushed. Not once.

At first, you thought he’d forget, like he did everything. But Lucifer never forgot.

When he spoke to you, he kept an extra bit of space between you. When he passed you one of his famous, hand made rubber duckies, he set it on the desk rather than handing it directly to you. 

Even when he cracked a joke or leaned in conspiratorially, it was always within a distance you could handle.

And then, slowly, softly, after a few months of casual flirtation and shared laughter over pancakes, Lucifer started testing the waters.

The first time, it had been your hand. A particularly stressful morning had left you rubbing at your temples, exhaustion laying heavy in your bones. 

Lucifer had approached the desk, a steaming cup of invigorating tea in hand, and instead of setting it down, he very deliberately extended it toward you.

You hesitated.

“It’s not cursed,” he teased, wiggling the cup.

You huffed, but took it from him—fingers brushing, just barely, against his own. The contact lasted less than a second, but Lucifer’s grin was bright.

After that, it was gradual. The lightest press of his shoulder beside you when he leaned in to peek at your paperwork. A casual touch to your sleeve when he needed your attention. 

Never too much. Never too soon.

You weren’t sure when it happened, but one day, you realized you didn’t flinch anymore.

And then, one quiet evening in the lobby, it happened.

You had been reading, curled up in one of the oversized lounge chairs near the front desk, when Lucifer sauntered in. 

“Hard at work I see,” he mused, sliding his gaze across the empty lobby. “I’m sure everyone is aware the weight of the hotel rests on your shoulders.”

You glanced up from your book with a raised brow, already catching the glint of amusement in his unnatural eyes. “It’s my break.”

“That’s perfect!” He slid onto the cushion beside you. “Then you won’t mind me indulging for a moment.”

Then, slowly, he extended a hand. Open, palm-up, resting on the cushion between you.

An invitation. Nothing more.

Your heart hammered, but… you didn’t move away. 

Instead, cautiously, you let your fingers drift toward his. The moment your fingertips brushed his palm, Lucifer’s expression softened, his own fingers closing just enough to lightly hold yours.

“See?” he murmured, warmth seeping from his touch. “Not so bad, is it?”

You exhaled, and slowly your shoulders sank, and the tension coiled beneath your skin slowly dissipated. His hand was warm—steady, safe. Something you hadn’t felt since before arriving to this dark place.

For the first time in a long time, you didn’t want to pull away.

Lucifer didn’t move either, didn’t tighten his grip or trace circles against your skin—he simply let you be, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. 

“Not so bad,” you finally admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

Lucifer’s lips curled into something softer than his usual knowing smirk. A smile, real and warm, one that made the space between you feel smaller in a way that wasn’t suffocating, but comforting.

“I’m rather delightful to touch, you know.” Lucifer winked, tilting his black wrists closer to view. “Silky smooth, soft as sin, practically a luxury experience.”

You let out a small, breathy laugh. Of course he’d find a way to make it about himself.

“You’re impossible.”

“And yet,” he murmured, his thumb shifting just slightly against your fingers—a feather-light stroke, so brief and careful you barely noticed until it was already gone, “you’re still holding my hand.”

Your cheeks warmed, but you didn’t retreat. You could have. Lucifer would have let you. Instead, you turned your hand just a little, aligning your fingers with his.

His thumb ghosted against your knuckles, so light it was more suggestion than touch. Testing. Waiting.

Your heart skipped.

Lucifer didn’t push. He didn’t coax. He simply let you choose.

So you did.

You shifted closer, just slightly, your fingers curling tentatively around his. His expression didn’t change—still soft, still patient—but you swore his grip grew just the slightest bit firmer, just enough to make sure you knew he was there.

A long, quiet moment passed.

“I’ve been thinking…” he finally said, that playful grin twitching back onto his angelic features, “Charlie is going to be very jealous when she finds out I was your first.”

You blinked. “First…?”

“Holding hands, of course.” His smirk widened. “I’m not the only one in the family who’s fond of close contact. Unless dear Charlotte has already had the honor?”

You groaned, nudging his leg with your foot. “That’s what you’re thinking about right now?”

“What can I say?” He sighed, dramatically wistful. “I am the Sin of Pride, can’t I indulge in some while I celebrate this tender victory?”

Your lips twitched. He was incorrigible.

But… he had been patient. Gentle. Kind.

You squeezed his hand—just barely, just enough for him to know.

Lucifer stilled for half a second before his thumb traced another light, careful line along your knuckles. A silent thank you.

And, for once, the space between you didn’t feel so wide.

That night hadn’t been the end of Lucifer’s brazen acts, either. 

If anything, it only emboldened him.

The brushes of his fingers became more frequent, the space between you ever-shrinking. A light touch at your elbow when he guided you through a crowded hall, the playful flick of a stray strand of hair when he teased you. Never too much, never unwelcome—but always there. Always him.

And then, one night, he caught you. Quite literally.

The explosion had been unexpected. A misplaced spell—Alastor’s, or maybe even Charlie’s—had sent a shockwave through the lobby, shaking the walls and rattling the grand chandelier overhead. 

You had been moving toward the front desk when it happened, but the force of the blast sent you stumbling back.

Your arms flailed, your body crashed toward the floor. Everything was moving too fast, there was no time to break the fall.

And then—Lucifer appeared at the corner of your vision.

One second, you were falling, and the next, his arms were around you. Not just bracing you—catching you.

The world tilted, a blur of motion and heat, and suddenly, you were against his chest, the scent of him—apple cider and something dark, like aged wine—filling your senses.

For a moment, neither of you moved.

His grip was like steel, an arm locked around your waist, the other bracing your back. Your hands had instinctively grasped at his coat, clutching the fine fabric between your fingers. 

And still, he didn’t let go.

“You know,” Lucifer hummed, a teasing lilt as his lips quirked upward, “for someone who claims to avoid my touch, you do seem rather comfortable in my arms.”

You scoffed, tilting your head up to glare at him—a mistake.

His pretty, i’m-so-charming-it-hurts face was close. Too close.

The smirk of Lucifer’s widened when your cheeks flushed with warmth—like he could practically feel the heat radiating between you—but there was something else beneath it, something softer in the way his crimson eyes lingered on your face.

Your breath caught.

Lucifer’s fingers curled slightly at your waist, his thumb brushing—just barely—against your ribs in a way that sent heat prickling up your spine. 

It wasn’t teasing, not entirely.

There was something else there, something unspoken in the way his grip never softened. 

His usual arrogance had quieted, his smirk tempered by something deeper, something almost hesitant.

Like the King of Hell was savoring the quiet, intimate moment. Like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to.

“I could let go,” he offered, though his grip didn’t loosen.

You swallowed, pulse thundering. “Then why haven’t you?”

A slow grin. “You haven’t asked me to.”

The worst part?

You didn’t want to, especially when you looked up at Lucifer’s carefully guarded expression. 

As if he was waiting for you to pull away—half-expecting it, maybe. Half-dreading it.

But you didn’t. Your fingers curled slightly in the fabric of his coat.

“You’re staring,” you murmured, the words barely more than breath.

Lucifer’s lips twitched, but the usual smirk didn’t come. Instead, his thumb brushed absently against your side—a touch so light, so fleeting, that you might have imagined it.

“Can you blame me?” he murmured, so quiet you had to crane to hear. “This is a rather…captivating angle.”

And your heart skipped three beats.

Lucifer always knew how to make things seem like a game.

It was easier that way, wasn’t it? If he made it into a joke, if he grinned just so, if he teased enough to make you roll your eyes and huff at him, then it was nothing more than harmless fun. It was just another of his indulgent amusements, just another way to pass the time.

But then there were moments like these.

Moments where he didn’t hide behind a smirk.

Moments where he was patient. Where he was watching. Where you realized, belatedly, that it had never been a game to begin with.

“…I don’t want to be bad at it,” you admitted, hating how small your voice sounded as you sat across from him. 

You were painfully aware of how small the space was between the two of you, sitting on one of the lounges in the dead of night—when everyone was to be asleep, you desperately hoped. 

Lucifer’s expression softened—not in pity, never in pity, but something else. Something like understanding, which was an emotion others did not grant you so easily when it came to your adversity to physical interaction.

“There’s no such thing,” he shook his head confidently, tilting it just slightly. “It’s not a skill that needs to be perfected, I assure you. It’s just something to be shared.”

You swallowed. “Easy for you to say.”

His lips quirked. “Oh? Do you think I was born knowing how to kiss?”

The thought made you huff. “You might as well have been. Weren’t you created to be the most beautiful angel in Heaven? Surely that was one of the reasons.”

Lucifer chuckled, his thumb brushing idly against the back of your hand. 

“No,” he murmured, “I had to learn too.”

You frowned, crossing your arms. “From who?”

His grin widened. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

You groaned, smacking his arm lightly, and he laughed. But then, after a moment, he let the mirth fade, his voice softening once more.

“I learned the same way I’m offering to teach you now.” His fingers tightened slightly around yours. “With patience. With trust.”

You hesitated, heart beating a little too fast. “And if I do it wrong?”

“There is no wrong.” He lifted his free hand, cupping your jaw gently. “There’s only what you like and what you don’t. And we can stop the moment you want to, understand?”

You nodded.

He smiled. “Then come here.”

You sucked in a quiet breath, then shifted closer, tilting your face up toward his.

Lucifer didn’t rush. He let you take your time, let you hover just close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. 

Then, when you finally worked up the nerve to bridge that last inch without shivering at what was to come, he met you there.

The kiss was light at first, just a simple press, the barest brush of lips against lips. He let you test the feeling, let you adjust, let you decide.

And when you, ever so tentatively, kissed him again, he smiled against your mouth.

“See?” he murmured, sweet breath fanning your lips. “You’re already quite good at it.”

You weren’t sure if that was true.

But when he kissed you again—slower, deeper, his fingers cradling your face like something precious—you found that, for once, you didn’t really care.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, lost in the quiet, careful press of lips and the soft sighs exchanged between you. But then—

A noise. A clatter, followed by a small gasp.

You broke apart instantly, your heart leaping into your throat as you turned toward the kitchen doors across the lobby. 

And there, standing in the dim light of the hall, barefoot in her pajamas with a bowl of something precariously balanced in her hands, was Charlie.

She blinked, her eyes going comically wide. Your lips parted, and you sputtered on air, desperately searching for something—anything—to use as an excuse. 

‘Sorry, Charlie! Your dad was just checking for something in my teeth!…Rather closely…’ you thought of blurting.

Lucifer didn’t look surprised, but he definitely looked as if he had been caught red-handed with the sheepish smile growing across his face.

Sweat beaded on your brow, your eyes flicked from Lucifer to Charlie’s shocked expression, and when you finally got the courage, you—

“Yes!”

Charlie fist-pumped the air, and you gawked. What?

The princess practically vibrated in place, clutching her bowl of whatever midnight snack she’d been after. “I knew it! I knew something was going on! Oh my gosh, does this mean you’re together now? Or—wait—was that your first kiss?!”

Your soul nearly left your body (again). “Charlie—”

She gasped dramatically, bouncing on her heels. “It was! Oh, this is so much better than popcorn!”

Lucifer chuckled, clearly enjoying himself far too much with his chest swelling at the attention, while you were debating if it was possible to melt into the furniture and disappear entirely.

Charlie grinned at your flustered expression before finally stilling with a grin. “Okay, okay, I’ll go—but this is officially my new favorite thing.” 

She spun on her heel, heading for the hallway, but not before shooting you both finger guns. “Carry on, lovebirds!”

And with that, she was gone, leaving behind only the sound of your mortification.

You slumped back into the couch, groaning into your hands. “I’m never going to live this down.”

Lucifer, far too pleased, slowly lifted your hand to his lips, then placed a tender kiss on your knuckle. “It wasn’t so bad, was it?” 

You sighed, the fight leaving you as you let your hand rest in his. “No… never with you.”

Lucifer smirked before he leaned in closer, and your breath hitched. “Good, because this time won't be the last.”

Hell… you hoped he was right.

hi!!! how have you all been doing? i’ve missed you guys!! this was a sweet idea to play around with, and i hope i’ve still got a feel for luci’s characterization while i’ve been away 🫶

let me know your thoughts :)

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[quarterlifekitty]

Okay well now you need to write the secret baby trope for Soap and Gaz. It’s only fair man (I’m such a sucker for this trope I will never get sick of it)

I did a secret baby post with gaz somewhat recently, so I’ll give soap a go lol

Soap knows that if, by some miracle there is still space for him in your life, that he’d better do more than just get on his knees and beg. He needs to put his head to the ground and pray at your feet.

It had been a fledgling relationship at best. You’d said you loved each other, but he was the one who pushed things to go further when you were inclined to take it slower. He wore you down until you finally let him move in with you (your place was a lot homier than the flat he hardly touched). It was said implicitly: don’t make me regret this.

And he was sure he wouldn’t. Because he was that much in love.

So it should come as no surprise that fate, or rather, Price, should come along and need him for an extended stretch on an emergency, covert basis. No time or clearance for you to be told. At best, he was in for a tongue lashing. At worst, you’d burned all his shit and prayed to god for his swift demise while he was gone.

What he does not expect is to hear splashing and singing when he comes through the front door. His stuff is still around, what little of it he had. His mum’s knit blanket still over the couch, his novelty mug shaped like a boob is over on the counter. He’s able to pull himself out of the reverie when he hears you call at the sound of the front door.

“Mom? Is that you?” What’re you expecting your mom for? It’s the middle of the week, not a holiday, and your mom doesn’t live particularly close. He realizes he has to say something, or you’ll get scared.

“Nah, hen. S’me. Johnny.” Fucking lame, but he was barely able to force it out.

“Oh.” You don’t sound angry, at least. So there’s hope. “You should probably come here, then.”

He kicks off his shoes, since it looks like he’ll be staying. Sets his duffel down.

“Rubber ducky, you’re the one.” You’re a shower person, really. He doesn’t know why you’re in the bath. Damn, are you naked? God, he has to get to the bathroom before your good mood ends. “You make bath time so much fun!”

He opens the bathroom door just in time to hear a giggle and some more splashing. From chubby little arms. There’s a familiar vacant blue staring up at him from the water and copious bubbles. You are, unfortunately, clothed, sitting on a stool by the tub.

“John, this is Soirse.” John. So he’s not out of the woods yet. “Make yourself useful and hand me that towel.” You point to the fluffy thing with bunny ears that’s on the counter. Speechlessly, he hands it over and watches you lift the baby— his baby— out of the tub. At least, he’s really fucking hoping she’s his. How else could he already love her so much?

The little towel has a hood. So she’s wearing the bunny ears once you wrap her up. How fucking adorable is that? Then you hold her out— to him.

“Help me take her to bed. Then we can talk.”

He’s never wanted anything more in his life.

[loganspet]

daddy!oldman!logan and reader in the bathtub 🛁 🫧 🧸 cute and filthy and all kinds of dubious and corrupted pretty please with sugar on top? 🫣 i love your work! please and thank you😋

Thank you for being a sweetheart 🤍

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐲

. . . ─── ⋆⋅ ♡ ⋅⋆ ─── 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

. . . @loganspet

. . .

Pairing:

Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader

Daddy kink, Dom!Logan, Sub!Reader, Fingering

Water’s still warm, the scent of your strawberry bubble bath clinging to the steam curling around the room. The tub’s almost too small for the both of you—your legs draped over his thick thighs, your back resting against his hairy chest. You’re sunk deep into the water, surrounded by floating bubbles and your little pink rubber ducky that keeps bumping against Logan’s arm.

“Didn’t think you’d fit,” you giggle, voice soft and sticky-sweet, tilting your head back to rest against his shoulder. Your hair is damp, curls clinging to your cheeks, lips glossy and wet as you pout up at him.

Logan grunts, He kissed your temple slowly, he had nowhere else to be. You could feel his beard, scratchy, the way his lips lingered, yhe couldn’t get enough of you. One of his hands drifted down into the water, resting low over your pelvis.

You wiggle in his lap, just a little. Just enough. And there it is—the low, warning growl rumbling from deep in his chest, vibrating against your spine.

“Don’t play dumb, sweetheart,” he mutters, his breath hot against your cheek as one of those big hands dips below the waterline, palming your tummy before sliding lower. “You wore that skirt on purpose. Bounced on my lap at dinner beggin’ for it.”

“I was just bein’ cute,” you whisper, lashes fluttering. “You love when I’m cute…”

His nose brushed your cheek as he nuzzled you, then dipped to kiss just beneath your ear. “Been a long week. You earned this.”

You nodded, your pigtails brushing his chest, wet and clinging. “Mhm. Thank you, Daddy…”

That word always did something to him. His arms tensed slightly, and you felt him exhale slowly through his nose. His hand dipped lower under the water, spreading your thighs apart, big palm completely dwarfing your body.

“You look so pretty, sittin’ on my lap” he whispered.

You whimpered when his fingers slipped between your legs, dragging slow and easy through your slick folds. The water sloshed gently as he moved, the warmth only making you melt more.

“Bet you like bein’ my good girl, don’t you?” he murmured, kissing your shoulder, biting gently. “Bet you love sittin’ here with your legs spread while Daddy touches you real nice.”

You nodded again, breath hitching. “I love it… love Lo”

You whimpered when his fingers slipped between your legs, lazy and confident, parting your folds under the water with the kind of ease that only came from knowing every inch of you. He was slow with it—teasing—like he had all the time in the world to ruin you.

“Daddy…” you breathed, hips twitching. You were already melting for him, thighs floating open, head lolling back against his shoulder.

“Hm?” he murmured, lips brushing your ear. “Somethin’ you need, sweet girl? Use your big girl words for me.”

You flushed, heat blooming low in your belly and up your chest. “Want you to touch me…”

He chuckled—low, rough, pleased. “Yeah?” His hand stilled for a moment, cupping you. “Where, baby?”

You grabbed his wrist with your smaller hand, trying to guide him without thinking, but Logan just chuckled again and nipped at your neck. “C’mon. That mouth’s not just for suckin’ on Daddy’s cock, is it?”

You gasped, your thighs twitching around his hand. “Want you to touch my pussy, Lo, please—”

“There that wasn’t so hard,” he growled, finally giving in. His fingers began to move again, sliding over your clit in slow, tight circles, making you whimper into the steamy fogging up the mirror across the room.

“My good girl,” Logan rumbled against your neck, his beard dragging along your damp skin as his fingers moved in slow, practiced circles. “So fuckin’ soft down here. All warm for me.”

You keened, back arching, head tipping against his shoulder. The water sloshed gently as your thighs flexed around his thick wrist, pigtails clinging wetly to your cheeks.

“You like that?” he asked, voice low and gravel-slick, barely more than a growl. “Sittin’ here in my lap, bein’ so sweet for me while I play with you?”

“Y-Yeah,” you breathed, squirming in his hold. “Feels so good, Daddy…”

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t rush. Just keeps working you open, touching you like he’s memorized every nerve. You’re trembling in his lap, little sobs catching in your throat.

“Could sit here all fuckin’ night,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “Touchin’ you. Listenin’ to you whine.”

“Keep beggin’, baby,” he urges, lips hot against your ear. “Wanna hear you say how much you need it.”

“Please, Daddy,” you cry, rocking helplessly. “Please don’t stop—feels so good—feel you everywhere…”

“That’s ‘cause you perfect for me,” he rasped, his free hand palming your chest, thumbing your nipple, cupping your tits. “Takin’ care of you as promised.”

You gasp when his fingers press deeper, thick and steady under the water. Your hips twitch forward, but his other arm wraps firm around your waist, keeping you still against him.

“Logan,” you whisper, squirming, reaching back to grab at his forearm—thick, veiny, dusted in damp hair. Your painted nails dig into his skin, and he doesn’t even flinch. Just groans low into your neck, then sinks his teeth softly into the skin just beneath your ear.

“You’re so fuckin’ soft,” he rasps, mouth open and hot as he kisses along your neck. “Can’t get enough’a this skin, these sounds. Look at you—already all floatin’ and fucked-out on just my fingers.”

His free hand slides up, slick with bubbles, until it grips your jaw and tilts your head toward his. “Gimme those lips, baby.”

You turn, pliant and aching, mouth already parted—and he kisses you like he’s starving. It’s deep and wet and filthy, his tongue curling slow into yours as his fingers keep moving, sliding through your folds with practiced, sinful rhythm. Your moans melt into his mouth, breathy and broken as he swallows every one.

When he pulls back, his hand is still on your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek while his fingers keep working below.

“Look at me,” he says rough, eyes dark with heat. “Keep those big pretty eyes on me while I ruin you in my tub.”

You try. God, you try. But then he tightens his grip just slightly around your throat—not enough to hurt, just to hold, to anchor. His lips crush into yours again, desperate and possessive, like he’s trying to devour you whole.

Your thighs tremble under the water as he pushes his fingers in deeper, curling them until your back arches and your breath stutters against his mouth. He groans again, hand sliding down to your chest, palming one of your breasts through the slick water, tugging at the soft flesh like it’s his.

“Every inch of you,” he pants against your lips, “mine.”

Your voice is high, needy. “Yours, daddy.”

His eyes flutter like he’s losing control—his restraint fraying at the edges. He kisses you again, slower now, messier, tongue dragging across your bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth.

The tub rocks gently with the motion of your bodies. Water splashes softly over the edge as Logan’s hand glides from your chest down to your hip again, gripping it hard enough to bruise.

Then his forehead drops to yours, both of you breathing heavy, chests rising and falling in tandem.

“You feel that, baby?” he growls, pressing himself up against your lower back, his hard length twitching between you under the water. “I’m gonna need you ridin’ me real slow when we’re done in here. Think you can handle that?”

You nod breathlessly. “Yes”

“Good girl,” he breathes. “Daddy’s good girl.”

You cried out, gasping his name—“Logan”—as your climax crested, warm and tight and dizzying. Your body locked up in his lap, thighs clenching, water sloshing as your pleasure poured over you like heat, like light.

“My sweet baby.” You melted into him, boneless and trembling, his arm wrapping firm around your belly as he held you through the aftershocks. You could hear the deep, steady sound of his breathing, the occasional kiss he pressed to your wet temple.

Logan shifted a little, careful not to jostle you too hard, reaching for a soft towel near the edge of the tub. He pulled you closer, letting you curl up against his chest while he gently cleaned you with warm water and slow strokes, like you were precious.

“You okay?” he murmured, nose brushing your temple.

You nodded, soft and dazed. “Mhm. Thank you,…”

“Yeah,” he whispered sweetly. kissing your cheek again “You’re welcome”

…