#no SC though wow

[thedensworld]

Gentle Daddy | C. Sc

Pairing: Scoups x reader

Genre: fluff, parent au

Summary: welcome aboard to the threenager stage of Seungcheol's son and how he parents him.

Seungcheol was seventeen when he met Chan, the youngest of their group. Was Chan a little brother? Yes. But at the start? Not quite. To Seungcheol, Chan was just another kid, someone he had to look after out of duty rather than choice.

As the oldest in their group, Seungcheol often became the subject of jokes about his strict ways. “Everyone, if you don’t wake up on three, I’ll give you 10 more laps of running,” Seungkwan teased, mimicking Seungcheol's commanding tone from their training days, complete with a mock-serious expression that drew laughter.

“Seungcheol hyung definitely needs someone gentle to balance that out,” Chan piped up with a cheeky grin. But before he could finish, Seungcheol raised an eyebrow and asked, “Balance what?”

Chan swallowed nervously, waving his hand dismissively as the others burst into laughter. “No, no, I was talking to myself,” he stammered.

But now, Seungcheol stood in a different scene, holding his three-year-old son, Wontae, on his arm during his birthday party. The house was filled with chatter and laughter, the kind only close friends could bring.

“Your interior is beautiful, Seungcheol. Come over and do mine next,” Jeonghan quipped, throwing a casual compliment with a hint of a request. Seungcheol rolled his eyes, scoffing.

“Appa did my room too!” Wontae beamed proudly at Jeonghan. Jeonghan’s features softened as he reached out and ruffled the boy’s hair. “Your appa is very talented, isn’t he?”

Seungcheol discovered his passion for interior design when he was searching online for the perfect nursery layout for Wontae. But nothing he found could match the vision in his mind. After discussing it with you, he decided to take matters into his own hands. Trips to the hardware store turned into projects that filled his weekends: crafting custom cabinets, building desks, and designing coffee tables.

In preparation for the party, Seungcheol went all out—rearranging furniture, painting walls, and adding small decorative touches that showcased his new hobby.

“It’s almost as good as Mingyu’s house,” Jeonghan said with a mischievous smirk. Seungcheol chuckled, nodding in agreement. “I think taking care of others did that to me. Just like how Mingyu took care of everything for us back in the day.”

“I want to get down,” Wontae said, squirming in his father’s arms. Seungcheol gently set him down, watching with a smile as his son darted over to Wonwoo, who was showing him a video game on his phone.

“He’s going to be three, wow!” Jeonghan remarked, shaking his head in disbelief. “It feels like just yesterday when I first held him.”

“How is it like?” Jeonghan asked, a rare tone of seriousness in his voice.

Seungcheol sighed, his lips curving into a soft smile. “Go get married and have one yourself,” he said playfully.

“Jeonghan’s getting married?” Your voice chimed in as you returned from putting Wonna, your four-month-old daughter, to sleep. Both Seungcheol and Jeonghan turned toward you. Seungcheol’s eyes softened as he reached for your waist, pulling you gently into his side.

“Is she asleep?” he asked, concern blending with affection. You nodded, resting a hand on his chest.

“Don’t listen to him,” Jeonghan interjected, rolling his eyes but unable to hide the smile tugging at his lips.

“I feel really bad that you’re going through all of this right after giving birth, just for his birthday party,” Jeonghan joked, glancing around at the well-decorated room. The party was being held the day after Seungcheol’s birthday, even though Wontae’s actual birthday was next week.

“I told you, it’s for Wontae!” Seungcheol insisted, his tone defensive but playful.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Jeonghan, I gave birth four months ago. Besides, I’m grateful that Joshua and Mingyu helped with the food prep.” You nodded toward Joshua and Mingyu, who were now joined by Jihoon in the kitchen, scrubbing dishes and joking with each other.

Suddenly, a tiny voice interrupted the grown-up conversation. “Look what Uncle Hoshi got me! It’s a matching tiger onesie for me and Wonna!” Wontae announced proudly, holding up the tiny outfit with wide eyes full of excitement.

Seungcheol’s eyes flicked to Hoshi, who was now rolling on the floor, laughing at Wontae’s reaction. The older man couldn’t help but smirk, shaking his head.

You smiled and turned to Seungcheol. “I’ll go help him with his present,” you said, squeezing his arm before walking over to your son.

Jeonghan, still standing beside Seungcheol, gave him a knowing pat on the shoulder. “You know, it’s great you married Y/N. I never thought I’d see the day when the legendary Seungcheol, the training tyrant, would become the poster child for gentle parenting.”

Seungcheol scoffed, turning to Jeonghan with a mock glare. “A monster? Really? You’re one to talk,” he protested, crossing his arms but unable to suppress the grin threatening to break through.

Jeonghan just laughed, throwing his hands up in surrender. “Hey, I’m just stating the facts. Besides, we all know you wouldn’t be half as patient if it weren’t for her.”

Seungcheol glanced across the room where you were now helping Wontae into the tiger onesie, a soft smile crossing his face. The room buzzed with laughter and warmth, the chaos of their little family perfectly imperfect.

*

Seungcheol woke up a bit late this morning, the warm glow of the morning sun filtering through the curtains. A soft smile spread across his face as he took in the sight of his family already gathered at the dining table for breakfast. The sound of Wontae’s cheerful voice filled the room when he spotted his dad entering.

“Appa!” Wontae called out with excitement, his tiny hands waving eagerly. Seungcheol walked over and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Wontae’s head before his eyes found Wonna, cradled in your arms, contentedly finishing her second bottle of the day.

“Wonna Wonna~ did you sleep well, my princess?” Seungcheol cooed, his heart melting at the sight of his daughter’s chubby cheeks. Wonna wriggled in your embrace, her eyes lighting up as she recognized her father’s voice.

“You had breakfast, love?” Seungcheol’s gaze shifted to you, his tone laced with concern. You shook your head with a soft smile. “I was waiting for you.”

He grinned, taking Wonna gently from your arms. “I’ll play with Wonna for a bit. Go have your breakfast.”

You nodded, appreciating his thoughtful gesture, and sat down to enjoy breakfast with Wontae. After some quality playtime with Wonna and tucking her back into her crib for a nap, Seungcheol returned to the dining room. By then, Wontae had retreated to his bedroom, engrossed in the toys his uncles had gifted him.

“Wontae loves Mingyu’s gift,” Seungcheol said with a chuckle, recalling how his son had immediately fallen in love with the plush corgi toy Mingyu had brought him. It was amusing how Wontae adored anything Mingyu gave, no matter what it was.

You laughed as you finished your meal. “Of course he does. He’s your son, after all. It makes sense he’d have a special bond with Mingyu.”

Seungcheol joined in your laughter, the sound warm and genuine. “Thanks, love,” he said when you placed a steaming bowl of rice and soup in front of him.

“Is your head still dizzy?” you asked, sitting beside him to keep him company while he ate.

He sighed, a touch of guilt crossing his features. “Not as much, but I really need to cut down on my drinking.” A rueful smile followed. “I still don’t get how you don’t drink at all—not even a beer.”

You smiled, amused by his amazement. “The last time I drank was before I got pregnant with Wontae,” you reminded him. Seungcheol’s eyes widened as the memory came rushing back—it had been at Joshua’s birthday party.

“Right!” he said, letting out a soft chuckle at the recollection.

Before he could say more, Wontae’s voice rang out, echoing through the hallway. “Eomma! Come here!” He came running into the dining room, eyes sparkling with excitement as he tugged at your hand, eager for you to join him in his room.

“How about we stay here and keep Appa company while he finishes eating?” you suggested gently, but Wontae shook his head, determination written all over his little face.

“No! I want to show you my drawing!” he insisted, practically bouncing on his feet. “Uncle Chan gave me crayons, and there are so many colors! Even five different blues!”

You exchanged a knowing look with Seungcheol, your heart swelling at Wontae’s joy. “Alright, let’s see your masterpiece,” you said, getting up and giving Seungcheol a reassuring smile before following your son.

Five minutes later, you returned to the dining room, barely suppressing your laughter. Seungcheol had just finished eating and looked up, curiosity piqued by your expression.

“You should see what he’s done in there,” you said, eyes twinkling with amusement.

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What did he do this time?”

“You need to see it for yourself,” you urged, playfully nudging him in the direction of Wontae’s room. “I’ll take care of the dishes.”

With a grin, Seungcheol pushed back his chair, eager to see what kind of adventure awaited him in his son’s room.

Seungcheol opened Wontae's room and was greeted by the sight of his son enthusiastically coloring in his new book, using the crayons Chan had gifted him. The vibrant hues danced across the pages, a mix of scribbles and childlike shapes. Wontae’s eyes lit up when he noticed his father standing at the door. He bounded over, grabbing Seungcheol’s hand and pulling him toward his little art corner.

“Look, Appa! I drew a rock!” Wontae exclaimed, pride beaming from his small face.

Seungcheol’s eyes followed Wontae’s pointing finger until they landed on the wall. Oh my god. There, on the freshly painted surface, was a child’s drawing—a colorful depiction of what was presumably a rock, sketched in bold crayon strokes.

He froze, processing the situation. So this was why you had insisted he see it for himself. He could practically hear the smile in your voice when you said it.

“You drew on the wall?” he asked, keeping his voice as steady as possible.

Wontae nodded innocently. “But Eomma said it’s better to draw on the coloring book, so now I draw here. But sometimes it gets boring, Appa!”

Seungcheol felt a wave of relief wash over him. So you caught him and told him to stop. Thank god.

He closed his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath to quell the frustration bubbling beneath the surface. Remember, Seungcheol, they don’t know better. They don’t understand how much work it is to paint a wall.

“Yes, your eomma is right. Drawing on your coloring book is best.” He sat down on the floor beside Wontae, the urge to scold replaced by the desire to guide. “Show me more of your drawings here.”

Wontae beamed at the invitation, plopping down next to his father and eagerly flipping through the pages of his coloring book. Seungcheol couldn’t help but smile as he watched his son’s eyes sparkle with excitement, oblivious to any worry or consequence.

Every time Seungcheol’s eyes strayed to the drawing on the wall, a chuckle escaped his lips. It was ridiculous! He wanted to be mad, really mad, but he just couldn’t muster it. “You know you shouldn’t draw on the wall, right?” he asked his son, carefully suppressing the instinct to say, “I just painted that! Why did you draw on it?!” in a booming voice that would only frighten the boy. He took a deep breath, holding back the frustration that threatened to spill out.

Wontae looked up at his father’s face, his eyes wide with curiosity as he noticed something unusual. “Why is your face red, Appa?” he asked, putting down his crayon and reaching up with his tiny hands to cup Seungcheol’s flushed cheeks. Seungcheol let out another soft chuckle, his anger melting further.

“You know Appa loves this house, right?” Seungcheol said, his tone remaining gentle and warm.

Wontae nodded, his little head bobbing earnestly.

“No one in this house draws on the walls because Appa worked hard to keep them nice and clean,” Seungcheol explained, still smiling softly despite the chaos inside him.

Wontae bit his lip, his eyes beginning to glisten with tears. “Are you mad at me for drawing on the wall?” His voice trembled as he spoke, and Seungcheol’s heart lurched. Panic surged through him—he was the one who felt like crying, not his son!

“I didn’t say I’m mad at you,” Seungcheol said quickly.

“But your face says it…” Wontae mumbled, the quiver in his voice growing more pronounced.

Oh no. Shit.

“Eommaaaa!” Wontae suddenly burst out, tears streaming down his cheeks as he ran toward you. Seungcheol’s eyes darted to the doorway where you were standing, suppressing a smile as you scooped up your tearful son into your arms.

“Why? What happened?” you asked Wontae in a whisper, stroking his back to soothe him.

“Your father wasn’t mad at you, was he?” you asked softly, glancing over at Seungcheol with a knowing smile. “Did he shout at you?” Wontae shook his head, hiccupping as he clung to your shoulder.

“No,” Wontae admitted, his sobs quieting as you continued to comfort him.

“He was just talking to you,” you reassured him, casting Seungcheol a gentle, supportive look.

Seungcheol groaned internally, a mix of confusion and self-reproach. He thought he’d nailed it—the gentle parenting that you both had worked so hard to practice. Yet here was his son, still able to sense the tension in his expression, and hurt by it despite the lack of yelling or scolding.

Seungcheol sighed, running a hand through his hair as he sat back on his heels. “We’re on this stage now,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

You glanced at him, raising a brow. “What stage?”

“The threenager stage,” Seungcheol said, his tone carrying both exasperation and amusement. “I read about it somewhere. It’s when kids start acting like teenagers—rebelling, pushing boundaries, testing their parents’ patience. Wontae’s only three, but he already knows how to push all my buttons.”

You laughed softly, shifting Wontae in your arms as his sniffles subsided. “It’s not rebellion, Seungcheol. It’s curiosity. He’s learning, exploring his emotions, and figuring out how far he can go.”

“Exploring his emotions by drawing on my freshly painted wall?” Seungcheol deadpanned, though a small smile tugged at his lips. He wasn’t truly upset anymore—not when Wontae was looking up at him with wide, apologetic eyes.

“Exactly,” you teased, setting Wontae back down on the floor. “It’s frustrating, but it’s normal. And you handled it really well, by the way.”

Seungcheol tilted his head, raising a skeptical brow. “I did?”

“Yes,” you said firmly, giving him an encouraging smile. “You didn’t yell or scare him. You explained things calmly. That’s the kind of parenting that sticks with them, Seungcheol. He’ll remember this.”

Seungcheol glanced at Wontae, who had returned to his coloring book but kept sneaking shy glances at his father. He felt a wave of warmth wash over him, mingled with pride and relief. I can do this, he thought. Even when it’s tough, I can do this.

“Okay, buddy,” Seungcheol said, crouching down to Wontae’s level. “Let’s make a deal. No more drawing on the walls, okay? If you want to draw something big, we’ll find some paper or maybe a special board just for you. How does that sound?”

Wontae’s face lit up at the idea. “A special board? Really?”

“Really,” Seungcheol promised, ruffling his son’s hair. “But only if you promise no more wall art.”

“I promise, Appa!” Wontae beamed, holding up his pinky. Seungcheol chuckled and locked his pinky with his son’s, sealing the deal.

You watched the exchange with a fond smile, stepping closer to place a hand on Seungcheol’s shoulder. “See? You’re doing great.”

Seungcheol exhaled deeply, his smile widening. “Thanks, love. I guess I just need to remember to breathe. And to hide all the crayons.”

You both laughed softly, and for a moment, the chaos felt a little more manageable.

*

"One… Two… Three…" Seungcheol’s voice was steady as he counted while Chan, drenched in sweat, gritted his teeth to finish his push-up set. His arms trembled, and his face was etched with exhaustion, but he pushed through, determined to complete the punishment.

The door to the practice room swung open, and the rest of the group filed in, their faces a mix of confusion and amusement as they took in the scene. Seungcheol stood towering over Chan, arms crossed, while the youngest member struggled through the exercise. It was a far cry from what anyone had expected when they read Seungcheol's early-morning text asking Chan to come to the practice room an hour ahead of schedule.

"What’s going on here?" Joshua asked, barely hiding his amusement as he watched Chan squirm on the floor.

"Ten!" Seungcheol finished his count, clapping his hands in exaggerated applause. He smirked as Chan collapsed onto the floor, utterly spent. "That’s ten sets done—one hundred push-ups. Congratulations, Chan. That’s what you get for giving my son those crayons."

Chan’s pout was instant. "It’s not fair! It’s your son who drew on the wall. Why am I the one getting punished?" His voice was full of indignation, though it lacked the energy to be truly effective.

Mingyu burst into laughter, doubling over as realization dawned. "Wait, wait—Wontae drew all over the wall with the crayons Chan gave him? That’s hilarious!" He clutched his sides, nearly toppling over from laughing so hard.

Jeonghan, leaning casually against the doorframe, nodded in mock agreement. "Honestly, it makes sense. Seungcheol’s a gentle appa with Wontae—there’s no way he’d punish his precious son for something like this." He shot Chan a teasing grin. "But you? Yeah, I’d do the same if I were Seungcheol."

Chan groaned dramatically, throwing an arm over his face. "This is so unfair!" he whined, his voice muffled. "I’m the innocent one here! Gentle appa is a fraud—he’s evil!"

Seungcheol couldn’t hold back his chuckle as he crouched down to look at Chan. "Gentle appa does exist," he said with a smirk, "but only for Wontae. You and your crayons? You’re a different story."

"See?" Jeonghan said, straightening up. "I told you. Seungcheol’s priorities are clear."

Chan sat up, still sulking. "Unfair. So unfair." He shot a glance at the others, hoping for sympathy, but all he got were amused grins and stifled laughter.

"Hey," Joshua added, chuckling softly, "at least now you know not to mess with Wontae’s creative genius—or his dad’s freshly painted walls."

Mingyu clapped Chan on the back, nearly knocking him over again. "Think of it as a lesson in self-sacrifice. You helped foster Wontae’s artistic side. That’s a win, right?"

Chan groaned louder, flopping onto the floor in defeat, while Seungcheol leaned against the wall with a triumphant grin. "Alright, everyone. Lesson’s over. Let’s get to practice before he starts crying for real."

"So unfair!"

[flatstarcarcosa]

thinking that me being like 19 when lester and i meet probably ends up adding to frank feeling conflicted about me. keep in mind, by this point lester and i are like, going in ten years of a relationship.

but i think when something gets mentioned about how we met and ended up together, frank just views it as me being a kid and lester using that against me and me not being mature enough to pick up on it.

and. that’s fair, to a point. i don’t begrudge frank for thinking that, but i do get quickly annoyed when he refuses to consider that that’s not how it happened.

[cyucya]

OK OK that trophy he is looking at is his, i feel like maybe he tries to be better in other things than being a hero ig- idk but since uncle tails was able to make it somewhere though he didnt have powers (he can fly with his tails that not really powers just a really cool talent/lh) maybe he could too :D So He's one of those over achievers because, like his sis makes him believe that they are actually proud of this academic pros so he studies non-stop becoming an insomniac dtsgrefwd- poor kiddo doesnt sleep well, his grades are always higher than his Spark's but still they gravitate to her :(

He eventually realizes it was Spark putting his grades on the fridge, he started to be more close with her as she's the only one in his family that can outright tell him he's wanted. He would probably rebel just to get their attention, still being compared with his sister "but atleast she can admit she cares about me." Skylar as grown to know that he wasn't the problem, it was them. He wears gloves that give of the illusion of inhibitor rings as it makes him feel powerful or like he has hidden potential thats he's "blocking" but just doesnt know it yet vfx gbdtsrgzdfs He just stares at his achievements... wonder if they'll be enough for anyone or them... IDVSFHSBRGZEFS BRO- I JUST- Make him live with aunty rouge LIKE A GOOD SUPPORT SYSTEM IDBUSRGFES

Other lil dumb notes on the art Also he makes everyone call him SC or Sky because god he wanna change his name so bad/lh dbgfndthsgrdf Bro maybe he has the werehog curse Like its a painful process but he doesnt have those stretchy arms that sonic has when he turns so he turns into a powerless monster dvfshgref MAN I JUST PUTTING MORE ANGST ON THIS KID- NDSHRGZEFSC He could probably use the strength he gets when turned to help out, but bro got SELF WORTH ISSUES ;-; CRIES-

Oh wow, this one really hit me. The way you dug into Skylar-Chilli’s head, the little details, the emotions—it’s so raw and layered, I had to sit with it for a moment. There’s something painfully real about the way you captured his need to prove himself, the exhaustion, the quiet moments of realization. It hurts in the best way.

And the art?? Absolutely incredible. It carries so much weight, I can feel everything you put into it. The way he just stares at that trophy—it says so much without a single word. I love seeing how people interpret him, and this is definitely one of those pieces that’s going to stay with me. Thank you for sharing it! And your ideas too!!! I'm also crying at the werehog idea, cause WATAHELL. I thought only I can hurt my boy HELP. STOP.😭😭😭

[rowretro]

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✧Warnings: kissing, mafia hoon, blood, suggestive, dead body, detailed murder

✧Synopsis: Sunghoon is a very innocent man, a beautiful, sexy wife, 3 kids, a 12 year old girl and a 4 year old boy. He's a perfect family man who owned a homely café. He's just an ordinary person.... until one of the most feared mafia men paid a visit after a dreadful incident.

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Sunghoon woke up, a few loose hairs covering his forehead as he leaned over to his wife who slept soundly beside him, straps of her nightgown both down from all that tossing and turning, her arm hanging off the bed. "Such a beautiful sight to wake up to." he cheekily said as he kissed her collarbone, hearing her whine softly. "Not now babe~ the kids are probably up" she groggily said, sitting up as she sleepily rubbed her eyes.

"One half caf non fat white soy latte to go" Sunghoon called out. "Wow you got that first twy?" His son, Ryuu asked stunned as he smiled "What can I say, daddy's perfect" Sunghoon cockily said as Y/n rolled her eyes, and packed the order. "Yoi sexy- stop with the eye rolling.... mommy married me for that reason y'know?" Sunghoon added as Cherry gagged "Dad shut up- that's gross" she commented, clearly disgusted.

That night Sunghoon closed the cafe, locking all the doors as he carried Ryuu "Cherry go sleep. you have an exam tomorrow" "I know mom just let me be will you? Im jsut finishing up my homework" she whined as the woman sighed "Fine. but go to bed straight after" she warned as Ryuu came up to y/n, in his cute jammies, making grabby hands with a pout "awww what does my cutie want noww?" she asked as he smiled "a lil sibling to pway wif?" he asked with big eyes.

She blinked, then noticed Sunghoon hiding by the fridge "I see where this is coming from... if I give you a lil sibling now, that baby will become the cutest in the family-" she pointed out as Ryuu frowned "I dont want a sibling anymow!" he pouted as Sunghoon groaned. She snickerred to herself as she carried the littlun to his room. Sunghoon followed behind closely, resting his chin on her shoulder as she tucked the little boy in.

It was dead night, stars scatterred across the night sky, the kids asleep, y/n on Sunghoon's lap as he snuggled her. "Why do you want another baby?" she asked as he stared into her eyes. "Look at how independant the kids are becoming... I want a little cutie that likes me more than me" "maybe dont be cocky, and spoil the kids more" before he could say anything else, his phone rang "hello?..... what? how- I'll be right over there." he said his voice dark as he called Jay "Bro... can you look after my kids, I need to go visit the cafe.... yeah the police are there, they found a body... I know yeah- see you there" He cut the call and turned to y/n.

"What the... why our cafe what is going on hoon?" y/n asked as she glanced at him, the man stunned and confused "I don't know... but we haven't done anything wrong have we?" he asked as y/n thought for a second "aside your cockiness no nothing serious." she said as he glared at her. "Sir, we've concluded it's not a suicide, he has open stab wounds, he had died before being hung on your building... he's a part of the Park mafia, one of their men... is there any chance you've seen him around or anything suspiscious in your area?" Office Lee asked as Sunghoon frowned, shaking his head as he explained truthfully.

About a month passed and they were back in business, everything back to normal, as they went about their day, though y/n was still a little shaken from the previous event that had taken place. "dad- that lady gave you this note- and some old guy is waiting outside-" Cherry said as she pointed at a hooker, who smiled at him, waving the drink and giving a thumbs up as she left with it. It's so weird. He read the note "someone you love is waiting outside" it read. Sunghoon sighed as he left the cafe and went to the bench outside with his notepad and book.

There sat an old man, he looked scary, a scar on his eyebrow, yet fairly attractive for an old man. "Sir, may I take your order?" he asked "You know what I like son..." he said as Sunghoon snickerred "How would I know sir?" he asked, genuinely confused "One Black coffee... with a shot of jack daniels" "Sorry sir but we don't have alcohol" With that the man snickerred. Sunghoon left briefly then came back with the black coffee, placing it before the man "Would you like sugar or no sugar?" he asked kindly "you should know son" he said again as Sunghoon sighed "Im afraid I don't" he said, patiently.

The man comfortably sat in his chair, pulling out a small alcohol bottle and pouring it into his coffee as Sunghoon watched, he pulled out a cigarette "sir no smoking." he said pointing at the sign as the man let out a hearty laughter "ah Leo... you remember this? Black devil, your favourite flavour that you created... smoked it everyday since you left." the man said as he stared at Sunghoon. Confused, Sunghoon looked behind him "Leo? I'm sorry I think you mistaken me for someone sir... My name is Sunghoon owner of this very successful cafe... by the way that black coffee's 3.79." he said as the man laughed yet again.

"Still my cocky little son hmm?.... this act you're putting up for your pretty wife and lovely kids will not last long. trust me on that." "Ah son.... a father knows his son... you know... you always loved going hunting... specifically for that eagle... It didn't ever get caught in your trap, nor by any of the arrows or guns yet it died in my coffee remember?.... It died in MY hands... LEO..." The man said as he stared directly at him "Leo Park..." The man said, his deep gravely voice enough to scare the shit out of any human before him. "It's Park Sunghoon" He interrupted as the man laughed "I see you believed that you have died.... but until you come and admit you are Leo Park... I will be here..." .

he said as he left, leaving Sunghoon confused. Yet Sunghoon just shrugged, thinking he was a crazy old man. He went back inside to find Y/n staring at him "Who was that?.... are you ok? he seemed a little off..." she asked as Sunghoon kissed her forehead "just some drunkard babe, its fine I dealt with him, he was calling me some white boy name-" Sunghoon explained as Y/n nodded. That night he did the usual, lock the café, make sure all is safe, carry Ryuu back home and get Cherry to go to bed without her bitching at him. The male sighed as he lied down in y/n's lap. "First day back in business and things are weird-" he sighed as y/n ran a hand through his hair.

That night they met officer Lee, a close friend and a trusted cop. "I sent a picture of this Black Devil cigarette pack to the higher officials, the investigation team say its from a very large mafia gang ran by Park Daeheon... He had a son named Leo, and many claim his death was part of the cause behind a very big murder and the burning down of their factory-" Sunghoon cut him off halfway "Heeseung Im sorry but what am I going to do with this information?" he asked as Mr Lee picked up a file with an image. A picture exactly like Sunghoon, but with more silver hair "This is his son Leo... he looks exactly like you..." he said as Sunghoon frowned.

"From what we believe the officer's need proof, from your memory, at 11 years old, can you tell us everything backed up with proof-" Y/n cut him off halfway maddened by the claim "We're the victims here he came to us, he's the one who's harrassing Sunghoon claiming he's his son!" Sunghoon kissed her forehead as he calmed her down "Sweetheart its ok... I know you're asking me as you're concerned... I grew up in an orphanage Lee hee, im still good friends with the Sir who ran the place, sweet old guy, Eventually I got around asking my long-term crush out, my beautiful wife then we chose to move into a cute cottage, like a house in a snow globe, got married as we had our first child, and now growing our sweet family along with her family business... " He explained as Heeseung nodded.

The following day, Y/n was out running a few errands, picking up some medication in the pharmacy, Ryuu by her side, and Cherry in school. Sunghoon suddenly called her "Honey I just left my car at the motor shop, what are you up to?" he asked "Picking up your meds sweetheart." she replied. "You could've waited until my car got fixed, why leave Ryuu at home alone?" he asked concerned "Sweetheart, these things need to be done ASAP, you've been pretty anxious lately and don't worry, Ryuu is with me kay? I'll take the bus home it'll be ok" she reassured as Sunghoon said he loves her and hung up.

The woman walked out carrying the bag of medication and her 4 year old, unaware of the dangers lurking behind her, a man ready to pounce at her, sharp, clean knife at hand. He lunged forward, as he blocked her path, raising the knife to stab her. Scared, she hugged her baby close, turning away as she shut her eyes. Nothing.... Nothing but the sound of flesh ripping, the gory sound of blood spilling and some muffled groans. She opened her eyes as Ryuu whimpered at the sight. The old man from yesterday, had slashed the attacker's neck.

She stares up, frightened as she snuggled Ryuu protectively "Don't worry honey... I mean no harm... why would I hurt you?.... you know who he is?" he asked pointing at Ryuu "My grandson..." he said as Y/n frowned "Sir if you don't leave me alone I will call the police..." She respectfully warned as the man smiled sweetly. "I don't mean any harm... I just want to tell you, you're a sweet lady from what I've heard a sweetheart, won't even harm a fly, and you fell for the innocent Park Sunghoon... Im sorry but Sunghoon is just a mask for who he really is. My son Leo Park, the one to take the reins for my tobacco factory... He's vile, violent, won't hesitate to kill." He explained as y/n backed away.

The woman took the bus with her son, hastily rushing inside the house, locking the door she called Sunghoon, firghtened "Babe! what the fuck is going on?! he's here- he followed us home! Cherry's still in school and Ryuu is with me." She managed to breathe out as Sunghoon frowned "honey who's he? what's going on?" he asked "That man from yesterday-" she replied "Lock the door's im coming over with Cherry. If anyone comes through the front door, slash him, use one of the display swords, im sure they'll work ok? I'll be right over there." He said as he ran.

Upon arriving, he came through the front door, the point of the sword only inches away from his chest as he slid down the wall, cherry smacked it away "MOM-" "No its fine- she thought I was an intruder... " Sunghoon sat down as he calmed his breathing. "What's going on here Hoon?... that man comes up to us, slashing another man attacking us, before me and Ryuu- claiming you're Leo and calling our son his grandson?!... What the fuck?!" she asked as Cherry stared in shock, her first time hearing her mother curse. Sunghoon looked up as he reached his arms out to Ryuu, yet Y/n held the little boy back "Don't Hoon.... he's already traumatized as is... after that man showed the picture of Leo, I don't know what he's thinking now...." she said as she carried the teary eyed, little boy who was exhausted. He turned to Cherry who walked away...

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A/N: Part 2 coming out soon!!! sorry this was long hope u liked it, im writting the second part rn<3 (BASED ON THE MOVIE LEO, sorry for not mentioning it b4, I RLLY WANTED TO SEE HOON IN THIS ROLE NGL)

[wasabi-gumdrop]

thinking about modern au Kabru

ivy league college student, probably studying law and political science on a full scholarship. first time living away from Milsiril so he has to promise her, yes mom i’ll call you at least four times a week, no mom i don’t need your amex black card, yes mom the normal credit card is fine i need to learn how to budget like a Normal Person (it has a limit of $20k — that’s not normal Kabru).

Milsiril insists for a long time that she’ll just get him a house off campus so he can have his own space (aka a place she can drop by anytime and possibly live a few months out of the year just to be close to him) but Kabru puts his foot down and tells her the best way he’s gonna make friends is by living with other students (bye mom).

his floor in the coed dorms is the party floor and he always makes sure to invite everybody (his nightmare is accidentally leaving anyone out and having them think that he doesn’t like them). somehow it’s always a good time, everyone leaves with more friends than they came with, it never gets totally out of control, and plenty of girls who are interested in him (and a lot of guys too tbh) bring tons of baked treats so there’s always free food. Kabru is the RA’s favourite person to have in the building (even though Kabru himself is messy but most of the people he’s friends with are nice and clean up after themselves).

he has a porsche (Milsiril gift for his 16th bday) but he’s adamant about not driving it unless he absolutely has to (because he doesn’t wanna look like a douche). BUT he never says no when his friends ask for rides (so he ends up driving all the time anyway). he actually contemplates selling the porsche and going for a more practical car but Mickbell is like ‘dude you are not taking this away from me.’ Kabru sighs and decides to keep it because his friends (Mickbell) like being chauffeured around in a fancy convertible (Rin, Holm, and Dia don’t care, they’re just glad they don’t have to walk to the grocery store).

he’s probably on a casual texting basis with most of his professors and you know he’s going to all their office hours, grabbing beer with them just to keep chatting about life outside of school. and that’s how he winds up in some super secret faculty group chat where he’s now privy to all the college administration gossip.

Kabru is elected for student council during his freshman year and he’s probably the favourite to be sc president one day.

he doesn’t really date (gets too in his head about how he doesn’t wanna ruin any friendships) but he does hang out one on one with a lot of girls and treats them all really well. he probably goes so far out of his way to be platonic that he flies a little too close to the ‘Just Like One of the Girlies’ sun, he kinda forgets that most people interpret it as flirting coming from him. which leads to a few awkward conversations. people feeling led on, a few angry jealous boyfriends, scathing dms about him being a girl stealing homewrecker.

it’s such a nightmare for him and he needs it to end right now. so he begs Rin to ‘date’ him for a week or two and then publicly dump him just so the entire student body gets the message that he is Just A Friend.

Rin stares at him for a few seconds. then she laughs. she laughs and laughs. she laughs for a crazy long time. and then eventually she goes, ‘wow you’re an asshole, Kabru. no i won’t be your fake girlfriend. you’re gonna suffer and i’m going to enjoy it.’

and that’s when Kabru has a moment of enlightenment. ok yeah. asking for that is probably really selfish and mean. maybe he needs to think about girls’ feelings more and that’s maybe more important than his deep seated need to be liked, and when has Rin ever been wrong about anything.

he apologizes. and so begins one of the more serious talks he’s ever had with Rin about being okay with not being liked.

he thinks he can really turn over a new leaf. the whole ‘not worrying about what other people think’ thing goes pretty well — up until Kabru meets the aloof professor for his Monsters and Myths class who keeps forgetting and mispronouncing his name.

Kabru has never needed someone to like him So Bad, he needs Prof. Touden to like him as a matter of life and death, and he’s willing to look stupid for it (fails a midterm on purpose to justify begging for one on one tutoring)

[i3utterflyeffect]

outernet selkie story suggestions: a urban fantasy book series about selkies (that were just born that way) use their powers to fight against users and other evil selkies, niche stories about how cursors are selkie eggs, dark retelling of the typical steal-the-coat-and-gain-power where the selkie power makes a normal stick go insane

aah, i love the concept of selkie myths so much...

ogh man..... if purple likes selkies then i think it'd be so fucking funny if they read some stories like this and then they met SC and Alan and was like 'wow those stories were super fucking inaccurate'

i can definitely see a series of books that are like. for the teens intersection that warriors/wings of fire/animorphs occupies. that are selkie based. probably a lot less popular though lol

[onim5]

Isekai Au

Chapter 3: Realization

Portgas D. Ace x Female Reader

Warnings: Reader getting mad at Ace.

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"Who raised you?" You asked as Ace ate with his hands. "Mountain bandits," Ace mumbled through his chewing. Raising your eyebrow, you decided to dismiss it. After all, this guy was clearly a delusional imbecile who dreamed about being a cool pirate with a big bounty. "Do you have any more questions about me?" Ace asked, looking at you like he wasn't sitting there lying to your face. "Do you have any caretaker I can call?" You asked. This guy was definitely not fit to go around unwatched. 

"Uh, you mean my captain?" Ace asked, confused. "I guess," you answered. "It would be great if we could contact him. Where's your den den mushi?" He asked, looking around, and then he fell asleep for the third time. "What even is that?" You mumbled, standing up. The information he gave you was bullshit. He was either a liar or is actually delusional. 

It took some seconds, and then he woke up again. After yawning, he looked around. "Are you some kind of noble?" Ace asked, looking around your apartment. "No, we don't have that kind of society here." You frowned. "Huh, that's rare. Anyway, which sea is this island on?" Ace asked, wondering where he ended up. Though seeing your reaction made it clear, he was supposed to know.

"Hey, look, I somehow teleported here. So I have no idea where I am." Ace explains. "You teleported?" You asked sarcastically. "I know, hard to believe. But let's just say it was a devil fruit. So which sea?" He asked, curious. "We're in Aldinomanic, in the Sunday winter nation sea." You answered sarcastically, again. "Really, I have never heard of that." Ace groaned. Did he perhaps teleport to unknown territory?

"It was a joke. We're on a continent." You finally told. Ugh, can't I just kick him out? You thought. "What's a continent?" Ace asked, confused. "Alright, do you like wasting peoples time?" You asked done with his bullshit. "Not really, why?" Ace asked, not taking the hint. "You're wasting mine!" You said in a harsh tone. "Going on about pirates. Really?! And magic bullshit." You complained madly. Ace watched as you walked around the table.

"If you think I'm an idiot, you can mess around with, then you're wrong. I'm a highly respected woman. I make £25.64 per hour. And I know that's what you want from me, money." You scoffed. "Wait, don't you mean berries?" Ace asked, confused. "What do you mean berries? I'm not talking about food here." You declared.

"Um, no, I mean the currency." Ace explained. "Are you. There's no where, in the entire world, people would use berries as money. Okay, maybe children. But if I want like blueberries, I go to the store." You said in disappointment. Ace didn't know what to say. It's like you never heard of pirates before. Ace pushed his plate forward. "Thanks for the food. But um, can you get your den den mushi, so I can try to call Pops?" Ace asked.

"What even is that?" You asked, grabbing his plate and putting it in the dishwasher. "You don't know?" Ace asks, getting a weird feeling in his chest. "No." You answered, now being tired of Ace. "Do you know what a map is?" Ace asked nervously. "Of course I do." You answered. "Can you show me one?" Ace asked politely. Rolling your eyes, you put up google Maps on your phone and then put it before him.

Ace slowly bent down his head. And then tried to read the small text on it. "Do you have a bigger one?" Ace asked nervously, already knowing you're done with him. "Just zoom in. You don't seem to have that bad eye sight." You frowned, folding your arms.

Ace had no idea what you meant and decided to just pick up the map and look closer. "Are you an idiot?" You asked, taking the phone from him, and then zoomed in so he could see. "Wow, how did you?" Ace asked as he watched the screen. "So where's the sea?" Ace asked amused. You zoomed out a lot. His eyes widened upon seeing the world, supposedly.

Ace scanned his soroundings, taking in a lot of stuff he had never seen. Did he, did he teleport to whole new world? "This is gonna sound crazy."

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End of chapter 3.

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 4.

Masterlist

[foressfaction]

:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

Chapter 7

WARNING:: This story contains EXTREMELY triggering topics such as Domestic/Child/Substance abuse, Death, harsh language, GORE and dissociation triggers. This story mentions mental illnesses and disorders such as Depression, PTSD, ADHD, and Tourette's Syndrome. !!TICS MAY BE TRIGGERING!!

Chapter seven

"Let's go out my window, they won't hear us." Lyra opened her room window that led to the roof and crawled out. Toby followed behind, slipping down the roof a little but eventually they were both able to jump off safely landing on the grass below.

The two siblings started to sprint down the sidewalk, slowly merging to the side of the road. Toby would pass Lyra immediately but the two would both slow down to a steady pace. Toby would fall behind shortly. "Where are we even going?!" Toby would yell, running behind his sister, her ponytail blowing behind her as she kept running, in the lead. Toby was getting out of breath but stayed competitive. "To the abandoned school! It's cool! I wanna show you."

The two kept running, shoes echoing off the old cracked sidewalk that has seen better days. The road was dead and it seemed no one was out at the time. The cold weather pinched at their faces, making their noses red and their faces a little pink.

About midway Toby stopped to catch his breath, bending down to hold his knees, huffing. Lyra stopped, no longer hearing him running.

Toby turned to see the woods, getting a very familiar feeling. He stayed huffing, holding his stomach tightly, he saw a figure…tall as the trees just facing him. It was all black, but definitely unnerving. This time though he felt like he was in danger…not that usual friendly feeling he got from the creature.

His eyes were locked on.

"Toby?" The girl called out. Toby snapped from his daze and looked at her. She was about 15 feet away. "You okay?" Lyra yelled out.

Toby nodded and went back to jogging, passing her who started after him.

He looked back a couple of times.

Lyra wondered why he suddenly went quiet

The two made it to the old school, both huffing to catch their breaths, especially Toby. "Wow, they painted it more since the last time I came here." Lyra hummed out, waking further inside. There was a hole just big enough for them to fit through the boarded door. Graffiti lined the walls on every corner. Almost no negative space was left. "Here!" She tossed Toby a can of spray paint. "Huh? Where did you ge-get this?" he asked, shaking it a little.

"It was laying in the corner over there, some dumb-nuts left'em." She shook her own can and tested it out on the walls. "A gift for us then huh?"

Toby laughed a little, joining her to mark up the walls. She wrote words while he painted his lil symbols, and stick people. That figure didn't leave his mind either. He started to spray paint the tall man, getting the proportions as correctly as he could. He was so concentrated that he didn't notice the girl looming behind him in confused awe. "Who is that, Toby?"

Toby turned quickly and sighed a little. "..A…a friend."

She tilted her head, concerned but played along. She was always worried about her brother. The kid was pretty slow and unique but she loved him anyway. That was one of the traits that made him so lovable. "Oh ahah, a friend? Well tell him I like his tie." She referred to the red tie that Toby painted on. The figure was in a suit.

The wind picked up suddenly. The two had been there for a while, and the sun was starting to set.

The brunette and the blonde girl were sitting against the wall playing with an old toy top they found on the ground. Toby was spinning it, trying to beat Lyra's high score of 30 seconds of pure spinning. His highest was 6..

"Hey, go see if you can find any other little things, I bet I can find one faster than you." Lyra always wanted to play a game out of something. She was a very competitive person. Toby got up quickly. "we'll see then!" He called out.

Toby ran down the hall of the old school, leaving the section they were in and entered a whole new one. His shoes echoed down the halls.

Toby really stopped to take a look at all of the halls. They were all painted on and just destroyed. People wrote satanic symbols, numbers. Some were confession letters and secrets.

'I wonder who Doug is.'  Toby thought to himself as he stood in front of a giant wall that had 'I really hate Doug' spray painted on it.

Toby finally caught the eye of a pile of boxes and bags. Bingo! "There has to be something in here!" He thought out loud as he ran over and started to dig through. There were a bunch of burned up books and papers. Toby dug deeper and eventually felt metal against his gloved hand. He pulled it out, a lighter?

He flicked it on and the flame bursted up, lighting his eyes and half of the semi-dark room up. "woaahh.."

"HEY!" A man's voice yelled out.

"What are you doing with my stuff you little twat!"

Toby looked behind him quickly and immediately scurried out of the room, taking the lighter with him.

The older boy chased him, grabbing at the boy's arm and successfully pulled Toby back violently.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Toby screamed out, kicking the other male in the shin, slipping away again and running as fast as he could.

He ran into his sister, nearly knocking them down. She huffed out and held him. Toby was practically hugging her. Lyra was in shock but saw the other guy approaching them fast. "Don't hurt my brother you asshole!" She yelled out, baring her teeth angrily.

"Oh, you're a cute one aren't ya~" The older boy cooed out.

Lyra groaned in an annoyed way and sprayed the guy in the face with spray paint. He screamed and grabbed his face, it getting into his eyes. Lyra took her brother's arm and started to run.

Toby had shoved the lighter into his pocket in the process. "Haha bozo!" Toby laughed out, being tugged away once more around the corner.

Despite that encounter, that was the most fun the two have had in a while.

After the two got home and got showers, they stayed up most of the night in Lyra's room, either reading funny stories from a book of jokes, or making a fort out of all of her blankets. It was the weekend so they didn't have to worry about school or work. Toby fell asleep on the floor in the pile of pillows and blankets. That day was really eventful. The tall man even paid him a visit in his sleep.

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[virtue-and-beneviolence]

This made me think how much hanma and draken have this funny enemies thing going on so imagine ur pissed at shuji or just sick of him not making a move yet? Y’all act like a couple but this mfer never made it official? Like why is his hand always in the back pocket of ur jeans? Why does this mfer offer u the last bite of his donut? No tell me why tf does he hold ur hand in a crowded place?🤨And when u lowkey joke about oh are u in love with me? And he laughs saying “don’t be silly doll” doll? (I’ll end him I swear) so u flirt with draken and yknow how he hates his guts that’s why u do so to piss him off and I think pissed shuji very sexy tbh wow 🤲🏽👍🏽and the thought of losing u to another man? And that man is bald with a braid? Aw hell naH Shawty he confessing so fast🤭😳

No because making draken the sacrificial goat is killing me lmao. Dw we won't do draken dirty here I've got a work-around.

also massive apologies to you vivi i'm sorry you knew abt this for an inordinate amount of time

Official.

it takes idiots (reader and shuji) many months, jealousy and miscommunication, and some prettiness to finally make it official.

cw: fem!reader, reader loses her temper and shuji is super needy so its a lil more subby!shuji smut, cream pie, unprotected sex (don't recommend, be safe out there), ye idk im gonna go pretend this isn't posted now, peace ✌️ ~2.2k

God but hear me out it starts at a toman party. Shuji and you are acting the way you always do. You're literally in his lap lounging in the corner of the couch. He's playing with the hem of your skirt, flipping the end between his fingers and rubbing the skin of your thigh. You're talking to Yuzuha who's occupying the chaise lounge. You haven't seen her in a while, she's been abroad with hakkai on so many modelling gigs lately. And she totally misreads the situation. She's like, so how is it, finally being together?

At first it's silly, though you have a tinge of want at the end of your words when you joke back with, "Well we've actually been married for three years, we just never found the right time to tell you all."

Yuzuha clocks it as a joke, but not as a sore spot for you. Or maybe she's so shocked and that's why she won't let it go that easily. "Hanma what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Undiagnosed ADHD and probabl-"

You give your friend a we're-going-to-talk-about-this-later look as a baffled Yuzuha cuts him off. "Wha- Hanma god damn it I meant-no- you know what I meant."

He offers a half shrug, "What? M'young."

That's when you excuse yourself blankly to get another drink. The insinuation that Shuji was still playing the field left you a bit numb. He wasn't. You knew that he wasn't because you were with him 90% of his waking hours. Hell you'd platonically (as platonically as you and Shuji ever really were) slept in his bed last night and woke up next to him. The bastard slept with his arms around you and snored in your ear half the night and he has the balls to joke like that? His words stung like a betrayal of the highest degree.

In the kitchen you found Draken looking for a pong partner. Perfect, you decide, a distraction with alcohol built in.

He tells you casually between turns he's fresh off (another) a break up with his on again off again girlfriend and you feel a dark part of you light up and a wicked idea is born.

You throw the pong game. To the point where Draken has to give you pointers. Has to get real close and talk lowly in your ear about how we need you to aim for the left one this time okay? His honeyed baritone sends shivers down your spine and you wonder for a second how much better this scenario would be if it were Shuji in your ear. Shuji's hands on your hip, his thumb dipping below the waist band of your skirt.

You huff a little. Nah fuck him. it's time to put your plan into action. You throw with your usual accuracy. You get the point. Out of the corner of your eye you see a certain skunk striped boy half-fixated on your game.

Showtime, you brain screams.

Excitedly you hop in Draken's grasp, throwing your arms around his neck and revel in his pleased laughter. "You're up again," he says as he puts you down and steps back. You stop him by the wrist, tug him back a little.

"Wait can you help me line it up again?" You bat your lashes a bit, playing at being drunker than you both know you are.

"Sure thing." You feel his warmth and relish in it, stalling and pressing into him. It's a miss, but the tiny peck under your ear he plants feels like a win.

The ball splashes in a cup on your side and you opponent, Kazutora smirks. Draken offers to drink it but you refuse. It's cheap beer. It's rough going down. Draken puts his hand between your shoulders and says that for such a pretty little thing you sure can hold your alcohol. The praise, more than the alcohol, warms your cheeks.

It's the last shot and you make it. You excitedly turn around in Draken's grasp and catch his lips in yours. You never intended for it to be a just celebratory peck, but you pull away, blushing a bit and stuttering apologies to make it appear so. Draken drawls out some praise for his pretty girl that won the game and draws you back in by the small of your neck and pulling the plush of your lower lip between his teeth.

You hear Kazutora cat whistle and know, you just know, it's meant to alert his buddy Shuji. Mentally you apologize to Emma but after she's regaled you and the girls with all the filthy details of the nasty make up sex she and Draken have, somehow you think she won't mind this little show, given that's all it was.

You hope she'll also forgive the two heavy punches Shuji lands on her Kennyboy before Kazutora pulls your next friend back and you can get back between the two again. People are staring, hoping for a fight. Some even boo when Emma whisks Draken away by the collar of his shirt and you try to push Shuji away.

"Fuck him," he spits and looks at you, "you too you little shit," he accuses and pulls you away by the wrist.

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God, you're a certified sucker for that crazy look in his eyes. It's the first thing you think when Shuji slams the door of a spare bedroom in Pah Chin's house. You can't help it. There's nothing like Hanma Shuji slipping into his aggressive chaos mode on this earth. His irises glow with his emotion. And, wow was it easy to forget that he had you pressed against the door of this room with all his energy and attention fixed on you.

His fingers were knotted in your hair and you vaguely noted his growl asking you what the FUCK you thought you were doing.

"And who are you to ask that? I'm not yours. We're not together Shuji. Never have been. You're young, still right?" You shoot back

"Tch, that's what this is about?"

Maybe he had you caged against the door but liquid courage had you fighting back. You shove his chest. "Yeah. Yeah that's what this is about. What the fuck right do you have to treat me like I'm yours? You drive me everywhere. You hold my hand. You share your bed. You kiss my forehead. You make me breakfast. You know my secrets. You call me yours. But you can't make it official? What the fuck is up with that?"

With every sentence you've pushed Shuji back till he was perched on the corner of the bed.

"How the fuck is that fair, huh? You want me to be yours Shuji? Then tell me you're fucking mine." It's not a request. It's a demand. An ultimatum. A last chance to be honest with you.

He's looking up at you still as a statue, emotion so unreadable it unnerves you. You know how he wears almost any emotion. He rarely surprises you, and yet...

"I'm yours."

Shuji says it quietly at first like there's a lag between his awareness and speech. You're shocked he's caved so quickly and you stutter out an "Excuse me?"

"I'm yours." He repeats, more confidently. "God I'm so fucking yours." He's dragged you by the hips to straddle his lap and his lips are on yours and you swear you can taste the adrenaline on his tongue.

It's every bit as addicting as you guessed to properly make out with Shuji. You don't know how long you've been sat on him attached in this kiss but when you tug him by the hair to catch your breath and hear him groan at the tension you think you've died and gone to heaven. He's mumbling little "all fuckin yours, baby" up and down your neck and you feel his voice reverberating in your throat.

You grind down on the swell of his hardening dick and smirk a bit, lips ghosting his, "all?"

"All."

He's shimmying out of his pants, when you slide off his lap to kneel on the floor. You're met with a sizeable bulge hidden under tight black fabric and you damn near moan just at the sight of his freed dick springing up to tap his abs when you pull the last offending piece of fabric away. "Shuji you're so fucking beautiful." You say as you brush your fingers over his length carefully. His mouth opens in an amused playful smirk but you're on him immediately, stealing his words by licking a stripe from base to the tip that you pop right in your mouth. His jaw hesitates and then goes slack as you look up at him and take as much of him as possible.

You don't know what you expected but he is not quiet. He's mumbling praise and expletives and he exhales the hottest, breathiest moan you've ever had the pleasure to hear, let alone cause, when his tip hits the back of your throat and you swallow around it. You smile around him and want to giggle but you settle on humming around him. You force his fingers in your hair into a fist telling him to set his pace but he pulls you off instead. He's panting a bit and you feel a pang of pride in your chest.

"Need to fuck you. Need your pussy." He's already clamoring to help you up and discard your skirt. You do him the honor of not remembering his words as needy and stuttered as they were just this one time.

You climb over him to straddle his hips and stroke his cock once, twice, before running the tip along your slit. Rather than taking the tip you pivot your hips and pin his dick to his abs and run your soaking lips along his length. The sensation of his hot head nudging your clit brings you to your elbows, moaning in his ears.

Big hands grip your ass and grind you even harder into his dick. And between the warm stimulation and the nails digging into your skin you're already on the fucking edge, but you'll be damned if the first time you fuck Shuji you don't cum around his cock.

Finally after your relentless teasing you lined up his dick and hovered over him bobbing just enough to tease his tip with the velvety walls of your pussy. Shuji can barely whine a "fuck, doll stop teasing me cant take it," before you've sunk down and taken his cock whole and he's groaning and squeezing your ass, pulling you onto himself with bruising strength. You're suddenly laying on him again, collapsed down to your elbows with the power of your orgasm, while your fluttering walls only spur him on.

The weight of years of fantasies of this moment hit him at once and before you can process it, he's bear hugging you and rolling over to take the lead. Fuck, how could he not? After pining after you for so long, imagining getting to finally fuck you and promising himself that he'd make sure you wanted no one else when he was done with you.

It's endearing, you think, how he mutters as much to you over and over as he makes your pussy his as he fucks you through your high and beyond. You giggle and moan and gasp and think this is exactly how you pictured sex with Shuji to be needy, whiny, unexpected, a little rough.

You can read him so well that when his breath hitches just right, you wrap you legs around his waist, ignoring the stuttered warning of his own impending orgasm. Instead you gripped his hair, pulled his face to yours and breathed, "Gonna make me all fucking yours?" over his lips.

Immediately he pulled away from your kiss, unable to coordinate as he lost his composure and filled you, half locked in place by your legs. Muttered curses and filthy nonsense about how you feel around his is all he can get out until he's spent, finally latching his mouth on your shoulder to give an affectionate bite, not unlike bites you'd exchanged as friends a few hours before. You let him lay on you a minute or so to recover before he pulls back and sits up on his knees to look down at you, at his handiwork.

"Holy shit."

"Yeah," you agreed.

"Why haven't we done that before?"

"Hm...something about you being young?" You tease as he eases out of you.

"Yeah yeah, I get it. We already fucked that issue away," he jokes back and combs his fingers through some minor tangles in your hair, "S'not like I meant it anyway, y'know."

You catch his hand and tug it, wanting to be closer, "You're free to prove that to me any time."

In true Shuji form, he gasps in that goofy performatively dumb way he likes to as he brings his face close to yours for a kiss, "You mean I can do this again?"

[imaginespazzi]

NIVI THANK YOU FOR FUCKING KNOWING BALL!! THEY CALLED ME DELUSIONAL AND A HATER BC I SAID THAT UCLA DESERVES 1 OVERALL OVER SC.

Like legit we just need to look at the basics. UCLA handedly beat SC. UCLA only has 2 losses (from the same team. And they beat that same team aka USC in the Big 10 final).

SC lost to UCLA. SC lost by fucking 29 at home to UConn who is the overall 5 seed right now lol (and UConn was lower than that when they played SC I believe they were #7 in the AP).

Can’t wait to hear your bracket breakdown tomorrow! I have lots of thoughts but I’ll just keep it short (ish).

I like UConn’s bracket. I know people are seeing the USC Elite Eight and think about Juju and they’re scared. But with an elite eight game, you’re either getting Texas, SC, UCLA, or USC lol. Yeah, Texas would’ve been the best, but I honestly take USC over UCLA or SC as an elite eight matchup lol. I know Kiki is playing better recently as well and Juju is scary when her foot is on the gas at all times… but we saw how a tired Juju performs (recently against UCLA in the final). And we didn’t have a fully healthy Azzi Fudd. We should also get Aubrey Griffin back. Sarah Strong redemption time (let’s not forget how happy they were about Sarah missing those FTs!). And Paige is mofo Paige Bueckers. And her in Elite Eight games??? I’m taking Paige every time.

I see we can possibly play Iowa in the sweet sixteen (if Oklahoma loses to them), and I know Iowa can be “scary” and it’s not a team you want to face really… but I need UConn to avenge that loss and Paige vs LO before Paige leaves would be fun lmaooooo. I knew there wasn’t gonna be a “perfect” road to the natty. But the fact that our early matchup/sleeper team is Iowa? I’ll take it lol. Like it could’ve been FSU lmaoooo.

SC has such a fucking easy road to the final four. I hate that they’re complaining. I hate the underdog narrative. You can’t be a fucking underdog when you’re a 1 seed and the reigning national champions 😭😭 like the term underdog doesn’t work like that LMAO

ND as a 3 seed is a WOW to me. Duke being a 2 seed is also another shocker to me. I am ready for the ND/TCU sweet sixteen game though! (A game I’ll keep an eye on is ND vs Michigan too honestly)

I didn’t want Kentucky as a sweet sixteen matchup, and I am so glad we didn’t get it and that USC does lol. Georgia Amoore… what do you have for me in that possible game against USC? 🤔

I’m taking LSU over UCLA and I see a LSU vs UConn final four matchup. Flaujae should be healthy by then, Morrow should be 100% by then as well. Hate Kim Mulkey, but she’s a good coach. Definitely a better coach than Cori Close lol. I think LSU is a tougher 3 seed than ND tbh.

That was a long rant. I’m sorry Nivi lol. I’m just so excited for March madness. Man, I am ready for UConn hoops. Perhaps I’ll take an emoji now? Can I get the 🥵🥵 emoji please? That’s how I feel thinking about this tourney lmaoooo

YOU WERE NOT A HATER. YOU WERE A BALL-KNOWER ANON!!!

Exactly, exactly, exactly! Like I fear the fact that SC lost to UConn my more points that UCLA's two losses combined says enough and that committee rep basically said as much. Ain't shit to complain about.

Yeah I'm not particularly worried about UConn's bracket either. I don't love playing USC because I never want to play a team at this time who has specifically a reason to want to beat us (avenging last year's elite 8 loss) since there's already so much heat in the air. But I fully believe we can beat them. This is not the UConn team who lost to them in December and even if USC has gotten better as well, I still think we can beat them. I do think the main thing is getting Aubrey back so we can stick her on Juju. But at the end of the day a healthy Azzi and a Jana who can now contribute is going to do hell of a lot for this team. Plus, there was definitely some coaching malpractice this game and I trust grandpa won't make the same mistakes twice.

Yeah Iowa doesn't really worry me for the sole fact, other than we're just better, who the fuck is gonna stop Sarah Strong? (also applies to hell of a lot of other matchups).

SC has is easiest of all and still complaining is very on brand and I just need someone to pull off a miracle please and thank you!

Duke's run to the ACC championship really did wonders for them. I think maybe a little too much perhaps. On the flip side, it sunk ND but honestly deserved. You can't lose 3 of your last 5 games and get a top 8 seed and that makes sense to me. And like I said, I lowkey think Michigan is gonna get them.

Yeah I think LSU is UCLA's biggest threat but I do worry about the injuries with LSU (and lowkey could see FSU beating them) but I would love a UConn-LSU matchup for sure!

And of course you can have an emoji!

[smallpotatoknitwear]

The Valentine's Day Gradient Heartigan!

Wow, that's a bit of a mouthful, huh!? As I continue my quest to make sweaters for all of my favorite holidays, I'm so excited to have finished my Valentine's Day cardigan--partly because Valentine's Day is my favorite holiday, and partly cos this sweater came out so frickin' cute!!! Click on the keep reading link below for all the details on how I made it!

Items used:

Red Heart Super Saver in Burgundy (red). I used just under three skeins for all of the squares and joining the sweater.

Caron Colorama Halo in Cranberry Frost. I used less than a full O'Go donut for all of the hearts, so I think you should be able to use a single cake for them if you want to make your own version of this sweater, and I used part of a second donut for the ribbing--so even if you don't get all of your hearts out of one cake, if you have a second to do the ribbing as well you'll be all set!

Even though the Colorama Halo is listed as a bulky yarn, it's really a worsted thickness, so I used a US size I/5.5MM hook for the entire project, including the ribbed border.

I used the pattern for the Little Heart Square by Raffamusa Designs for the squares, and added an extra row of double crochet around the outside (with 2DC, ch2, 2DC in each corner). I used a total of 60 squares for the sweater.

This sweater is, at its core, just a basic granny square cardigan, meaning that I built it by measuring another sweater that I like the fit of (this one, if you're wondering), making a single square, measuring it, and figuring out how many squares I needed for each section of the sweater to get measurements as close as possible to the model sweater. That may sound a little confusing or even daunting, but it's really not as hard as it sounds! Let's break it down a little further, piece by piece.

To start, here are some measurements:

Each heart square is 5x5 inches, and I blocked each one to make sure my measurements would be consistent and that my squares would have nice, even sides.

On my model sweater, the sleeves are 18 inches around and 15 inches long. So, with 5x5 in. squares, I made 4x3 square tubes, so that my sleeves measured a total of 20x15 inches.

On my model sweater, my front panels were 10x20 inches, so I made two 2x4 panels.

On my model sweater, my back panel was 26x20 inches, so I made a 5x4 panel.

I used a total of 60 squares for all of these panels.

To get the gradient, I made all of my hearts in order through a skein of Caron Colorama Halo yarn (technically I was using one of the O'Go donuts they were originally released in, not one of the cakes that yarn is available in now, but there was a good amount leftover, so I think you'd be able to make a sweater approximately the same size with a cake of the yarn, even thought the yardage is different). Once I had added the red border around each square and blocked it, I laid them out on a table starting with the top left corner of the back panel and working in a spiral from that corner, across the back, across the top of the right sleeve, over both front panels, and across the top of the left sleeve before moving down. Then, I used stitch markers and safety pins to attach the corners of the squares together in each panel so that I wouldn't mess up the gradient as I moved them to attach everything.

Once all of my panels were finished using flat slip stitch seams, I seamed the fronts to the back at the shoulders and sides, made the sleeves into tubes, and attached them to the armholes in the "vest" made from the fronts and backs. Then, I used a second skein of the Colorama Halo to add ribbing to the front and bottom, using a 6-stitch SC FLO rib worked directly into the edge of the garment and beginning in the front right corner of the sweater. I was able to make the front and bottom ribbing all one piece by just turning a corner in the last row of the front ribbing (the left bottom corner) and working along the bottom. For the sleeves, I started with the same color red I used to finish the squares and seam them together, and worked a row of double crochet (I decided I wanted the sleeves just a hair longer, for a slightly more dramatic poof), then worked two rows of *SC1, DEC1* before breaking the red yarn and attaching the pink. I did a 12-stitch SC FLO rib around the ends of the sleeves to create the cuffs.

[stepswowdsen]

【Magi】 Judar sings "Black Sun" (黒い太陽, Kuroi Taiyou) to Alibaba 🖤❤️💛🐈‍⬛☀️

Magi: Anime ED & Colour Edit by me ❤️

Magi Anime: Judar's Character Song - Black Sun (黒い太陽, Kuroi Taiyou) 🖤☀️

Judar's Character Song: Soundcloud

Black Sun (Kuroi Taiyou) English Translation Lyrics: Magi Wiki

English Fan-Translation Lyrics Source: Livejournal

I thought about a scenario where Judar sings Black Sun (黒い太陽, Kuroi Taiyou) to Alibaba~ 🖤❤️💛

It just makes me imagine the thought of Judar singing Black Sun to Alibaba~ Please sing him a song~

RYOUHEI KIMURA GOD BLESS YOU!!! 🙏🛐💗💘💞

THANK YOU KIMURA!!!

I loooove Judar’s character song sm. It honestly slaps 😭❤️🫶

Judar's voice is cute 🖤❤️🐈‍⬛☀️🌙 My beloved son... The voice that Kimura uses has such a nice rasp to it.

Hhhh it slaps ngl

I love listening to Judar's song every now and then. I love it sm... 💞🫶

Judar sings "Black Sun" to Alibaba

Source: (X)

I want Judar to hum/sing to Alibaba, the lyrics of Judar’s Magi anime character song, Black Sun (黒い太陽, Kuroi Taiyou), while Judar has him in his lap since he's good at karaoke in Ohtaka's doodles...

And he just watches the sight of Alibaba's sleeping face and gets flustered...

I imagined Judar has Alibaba in his lap while he hums the lyric:

I'm the black sun illuminating the darkness

Judar’s the type that constantly craves stimulation so he'd get bored without anything to do. So he secretly hopes for him to wake up soon so that they can continue “playing.”

Or he'll just fall asleep next to him.

If Judar sings to Alibaba while he's awake, then Alibaba's gonna beam at him and say, "Wow, I didn't know you were so good at singing, Judar~"

And Alibaba claps for him once he finishes. His boyfriend is so cool...

And Judar lights up when he gets praised and paid attention to by his super warm and affectionate bf, and goes like, "Naturally~!!"

Ohtaka drew a doodle of Judar singing Black Sun (黒い太陽, Kuroi Taiyou), which is Judar's character song in the Magi anime ❤️

I included it above.

THIS IS SO CUTE... ILY MY BELOVED SON!!!

C: OHH CUTE

Me: I find it so cute how Ohtaka put that Judar is good at karaoke and calisthenics.

Source: (X)

C: Cute!!!

Judar watches Alibaba sleep while he has him in his lap

JuAli sleeping in each other's lap would be pretty cute both ways... Though I think Alibaba having Judar in his lap works better.

He’d actually be able to sit still and spend the time admiring his bf’s peaceful sleeping face.

If Judar had Alibaba in his lap, he would watch his peaceful sleeping face and then make a begrudginging comment like, "His face isn't TOO bad like this..."

"Alibaba's fallen asleep already? This is so boring~ There's nothing to do! Maybe I should wake him up so he can play with me..."

But then Judar watches Alibaba's peaceful sleeping face and decides against it. I feel like Judar as a person needs high stimulation so he'd quickly get bored if he doesn't fall asleep beside him.

Discussion Rambles

Rambles between me and Cinna!

I linked a repost on SC, though the audio quality is bad 😭

I can't post the audio obviously cuz Sony Entertainment copyright claims anything that tries to post the Magi character songs bruh 🧍

If you’d like to hear it, I linked it above, along with the lyrics.

Unfortunate that the Magi anime was made back when A-1 Pictures was still a mid studio, but thank god that Magi at least got character songs. Modern anime doesn’t even do them anymore BOOOO

A-1 Pictures' Fate anime adaptations generally look fine and have good animators on the production team too

Judar's voice pitch is a bit on the higher side, but still within Kimura's usual voice range.

I have a bunch of chara faves voiced by Ryouhei Kimura, so back when I first read and watched Magi in 2022, I was wondering what Judar's voice would sound like...

C: YouTube has absolutely murdered some character songs' availability

Me: Iirc my friend Lumen said the Magi anime character songs were all there back in 2019 when they first got into Magi, but they all got striked since

Naur 😭 So I'm gonna have to link the SC version

I often reference the lyrics from Judar's character song for JuAli AU dialogue

Or I use it as inspiration!

Especially the line, "Won't you play with me?"

Lyrics

Misc Rambles

Irt Judar's voice...

It reminds me that Kimura uses a similar~ish voice range for Shiraishi Kageyuki, from the otome game, Collar x Malice, who is one of the love interests for the CxM protag/heroine, Ichika, and one of my CxM faves.

Kimura voices 3 of my fave charas from different series ^^

They all have completely different characters and personalities, but it's fun to think about ^^

Top fave: Judar (Magi)

Secondary faves: Kiryu "Joshua" Yoshiya (TWEWY), Shiraishi Kageyuki (CxM)

Magi Rambles

Short ramble but I love how Magi's narrative and plot progression eventually challenges the concept of Amor Fati, with those who are fallen like Judar and Hakuryuu "going against fate/destiny" themes.

The song references that Judar despises fate (having one's fate decided for him by Al-Thamen, adults that manipulated him for selfish ends)

And his hatred/resentment for "fate," especially when relative to his own experiences

It makes me so emotional that Judar later has a line like "So being fallen was a good thing after all!"

Which can also mean how like, being fallen/straying from the right path can actually have good sides/effects on someone's growth as a person

Magi's narrative is so cathartic and healing for me. I'm healing. My crops are being watered 🙏

Update

I started cleaning up more of JuAli AU dialogue scripts. I have thisone JuAli dialogue script that’s an assortment of random scenes and dialogue snippets rn.

I also have some ramble posts and dialogue scripts in the works rn.

I want to draw JuAli, my OTP, wearing Viet fashion at some point… It'd be so fun for me 🥰💗

I'd love to see my faves in my cultural clothes!!! 💞💘

[ghostmaldo]

𓇢𓆸 Spiderverse hc: Giving them flowers with GN!Reader 𓇢𓆸

*Shrugs* I think their neat and I have no creativity to make my own spider-sona so I offer this instead 💖

No warnings, Just fluff, Can be read platonically or romantically. Remember, friends can give each other flowers and its not gay to kiss your homies goodnight.

End report

Ask Box open 💙

Playlist I listened to while writing this: https://youtu.be/LWqT5xWzQ2k?si=_mFj6LztUIBaZWOr

~Maldo

🕸️ Miles Morales 🕸️ (In a universe where he joins the spider-society)

~It’s been a busy day combating the anomalies sprouting through the multitude of universe. And with the spot still heavily on the lose and hiding within those thousands of universe… Let’s just say its been a hard day for a young man named Miles Morales

~His in the lunch room scouring for something to snack on before Miguel sends him on another goose chase or finally decides to send him home for a few days. Miles becomes a bit startled when he feels a soft pat on his shoulder. Too distracted in his own mind to have realized someone was approaching him.

~Oh, (Y/N)! Hey, sorry I didn’t see you there.” He chats with them for a little while before realizing they’ve got a hand hidden behind their back. Though he can clearly see the red and black roses peeking from behind their back. “Whatcha got there?”

~(Y/N) smiles, claiming they found these roses during one of their patrols and decided they were just right for him. They’d noticed Miggy (A nickname they call him just to get on his nerves) working him especially hard these last few days and wanted to give him a pick me up.

~Placing the roses in his hand, Miles is speechless. His never really received a full bouquet of his own aside from his family members. He stares at the petals for a long while. He can smell the black spray paint on some of the petals and it makes that much more special to him that (Y/N) put in the small detail to match his suit. This be far puts the pep back in his step.

~”Wow! Thank you (Y/N)! It’s great! I’ll make sure these don’t get ruined.”

~He gently places them in his locker until Miguel does send him home. And one he does arrive home, he has his mom help to put them in a special flower vase on the kitchen counter.

Mrs: Morales: “These are pretty Miles! Que lindo’s! Who gave them to you?”

Miles: A friend *smiles*

🕸️ Gwen Stacy 🕸️

~(Y/N) and Gwen arrange to have a friendly outing on a particular warm day. She texts them shes at the shop they decided to meet. After a few minutes of them going without a response back, she starts to look for them. Quickly spotting the back of their shirt/jacket/cloak/etc. they normally decide to wear. They seemed hunched over a bit, focused on something out of her sight.

~”Hey you, I sent you a message- What are you doing?” (Y/N) makes an attempt to cover up what they have like a child caught with something they aren’t suppose to have. Even so, Gwen easily spots the blue and pink hues covering the tips of their fingers. She lets out a soft chuckle with a raised brow. “Busy?”

~Unable to hide it any longer, (Y/N) reveals the white rose with messily done spots of blue and pink through the petals they wanted to give to Gwen as a surprise. “For me?” She takes the flower gingerly into her hands and admires the work. Being as friends are hard to come by for her, she can’t help but instantly swing her arm around (Y/N) shoulder and bring them in for a half hug. “You too much you know that? But I like it! Are there mooore flowers? Come on! I wanna make you one too! Got any more markers?”

~She sticks the flower in her hair to keep it safe from being damage. Then takes the next few minutes to make an equally as messy flower made of (Y/N) favorite colors. “There! Now we match!”

~After the outing, Gwen places the flower in a cup of water. Even after the petals have long dried she keeps them in a special box she opens from time to time. She really cherishes the object and the petals still carry a sweet scent.

Hobie Brown:

~On a random Tuesday afternoon when (Y/N) is hanging out with Hobie at his place (Where ever that might be). Perhaps (Y/N) ran out to replenish snacks before some friends came over for movie night. One the way back, they saw the yellow roses of sitting in the garden of a government building and well… the rest is history.

~Upon returning, Hobie hears the door opening. He sits up from his place on the couch and goes to meet them.

~“Took you long enough, I was about to go and look for you myself- What’s that?”

~When (Y/N) explains the roses and where they got them from a wide prideful grins appears on his face. “So you jumped the fence and ripped them right out of the ground. Thorns and all? Good on ya! I knew you were a rebel on the inside.” Brings them in for that friends side hug and a ruffles their hair.

~Hangs them upside down somewhere in his place. (I don’t know to me that just seems like something he’d do) And keeps them for as long as they’ll stay intact.

~When he sees them hanging, a fond smile aways appears on his face.

Pavitr Prabhakar: (Thses flowers are more in symbolizem to innocence and a purity)

~Pavitr and (Y/N) are out on patrol together in some form of dimension, keeping an eye out on for anomalies… but anytime with Pavitr is a time spent with much laughter.

~They’ll be on opposite sides of of the city but clogging up the com lines with jokes, banter, and some genuine talk about life. Pavitr is actually in the middle of explaining something and patiently waits for (Y/n) to respond back to him. However, when the silence become a bit to long, he parks himself on a building. “Hello? (Y/N)? Are you alright?”

~He breaths a deep sigh of relief when (Y/N) voice finally comes through. “You were starting to scare me! Don’t do that!” (Y/N) might have to spend a few extra minutes coming up with an explanation as to not ruin the surprise they have. Though he may question why they suddenly want to meet up with him. His mind immediately making assumption that they might be hurt and need help.

~And yet again his relieved to see they are unharmed. (Y/N) instantly present the basket of white flowers to him. The flowers are practically glowing under the moon.

~”For me? Oh my goodness! (Y/N) you should have! But thank you! Wow! These are so elegant! Let’s run to my house so I can put them away properly. Shhh! Don’t tell Miguel!

~He places the flower on the window seal in his kitchen as he feels it really brings the room to life and he can gaze upon him every morning when he has chai with his family Whaaat i had to sneak it in it was my favorite part of the movie-

🕸️Miguel O’Hara 🕸️ (I love this grumpy cat-)

~It’s been several days since Miguel had gotten a decent nights sleep. The screen’s were greatly starting to burn his eyes to the point they were watering if he gazed upon them too long. Begrudgingly, he was forced to walk away less his eyes balls literally felt out of his skull.

~He sluggishly made his way to the cafeteria to refresh himself with a warm cup of coffee and some warm food to settle his belly. Hoping it would help him feel better. Though, it seems it only takes one particular person, about the only person he can tolerate in the later hours perks his mood entierly.

~He welcomes them to sit and chat for a moment before he has to return to his work, as much as he dosen’t want to.

~Before he does go, (Y/N) presents the arrangements of marigold flowers to him. The petals are a bright orange and blooming beautifully. At first, Miguels at a loss of words. His nimble fingers reach out to take the arrangement and bringing it closer to him. The sweet natural scent of the flowers hitting his sense like a truck… His never received flowers like this before…

~Then, the ghost of a small smile up lifts the corners of his mouth. Suddenly the dark circles under his eyes don’t seem so deep. “T-Thank you, Este es un regalo maravilloso (This is a wonderful gift).”

~Bidding them farewell, Miguel carries the flowers back to his working area. Before doing anything, he finds a place for the flowers to safely reside in, but in a place he can still see them from time to time.

~And its just like that his screens don’t seem to be such an eye sore anymore.

[shadows-colours-critical]

I realize there's bigger problems with SC, but Snowdrop's Toyhou.se page used to have her occupation listed as 'lawyer', and now? Now she's a housewife. Mel didn't even word it as 'stay-at-home mom who looks after the kids' or something, she just said 'housewife'. Way to be feminist, Mel.

Returning briefly for a bit to answer this criticism with: Even though it says that she's a former hairstylist, yeah I agree with you. This also bothers me so much. Like at this point, I'm starting to question this.

Like, why a housewife, which is usually a common thing that women and men want to push in alt-right spaces, instead of a lawyer? How come her kids can't have a babysitter or another relative taking care of them on occasion? Was it her own choice to be housewife? Because if so, then wow, Mel, nice way to say that Snowdrop would willingly depend on Peafowl's income rather than being able to make her own money, and that if she and him were to divorce, she'd be broke with nothing!

[gameprincessanya]

Tickletober Day 19: Secret

Fandom: None/OCs

A/N: Just self indulgent fluff. OC/reader

Summary: The cute shy boy turned out to be more bold than you thought. But he's bold enough to tickle you at work? Oh, he'd better not!

...

Julian hummed to himself as he strutted into the office. He brushed his auburn-red hair back in that cute boy way and blinked his big brown eyes with the thick eyelashes, stealing a glance towards you.

You felt your heart beat fast. He's looking at you again. You wonder if he actually has feelings for you or if he's just grateful that someone who likes him is here. It's a surprise to you that not many people liked him, as Julian seemed like a sweet and helpful guy. He was the type of person who tried to help but messed up and people yelled at him for it. Plus, he often forgot things. But his heart was in the right place.

He was beautiful. Gorgeous, even. The loveliest man you've ever met. But the older people, it seemed, were immune to his charm. You supposed it was because he looked so young at 30, he was like a son to them.

Yet you knew a secret about Julian that not a lot of others knew. You knew not to spread it around the office, but you giggled a bit about it, finding it charming.

You see, Julian was very, very ticklish. You saw it one day when his uncle teased him and scribbled his fingers along his side. It had been a cold winter day, and even through a thick coat, Julian crumbled. He laughed hard, and pushed him away.

This was excellent, you thought. The boy with the cute smile had an even cuter laugh! Maybe something could be done with this information. You didn't quite know what, though.

.

"Hey."

You jump back in surprise at hearing Julian speak next to you. Smiling, you raise your hand to wave.

"H-hi!" You say, trying not to give yourself away. You were thinking of that moment again.

"Not to pry, but uh, you seem to have put 16 orders of paper for the old lady who ordered it, but it was supposed to be 17." There was a skid of printer paper in the warehouse, almost ready to go.

"Oh. Oops!" You blush, going over to fix it quickly.

Julian waits by your computer in the mean time. You figure he doesn't like being the bad guy, but it has to be done so the customers are happy. He's the one they complain to, after all.

You come back and he smiles at you. It's the kind of smile where you know he did something but you don't know what. Mischief!

"Julian..." You say in a warning tone. "What did you do?"

He smiles in a sheepish way.

"Nothing..."

That's a lie. You can tell.

"Julesy... Tell me what you did."

He shrugs.

"You'll see."

You stare him down for a minute. If he did something to your computer, he'd better be willing to fix it if something goes wrong!

He doesn't seem to like your glare, so he reaches out and pokes your side. You jump back.

"Did you just?!" You squeak. There's a rather obvious blush on your cheeks now.

Oh, this boy was asking for it! You wiggle your fingers at him. "You just signaled your doom, mister!"

Now it's his turn to blush. He giggles nervously, and steps back.

"Heh! W-w-wait a s-second!!"

But it's too late. Within the second, Julian is laughing on the floor beneath you, his auburn hair flying everywhere. He wiggles around, halfheartedly fighting your fingers as you wiggle them all over his torso. He squeaks as you get his ribs. He chortles as you get his sides. He squeals as you get his belly. And he breaks when you get his armpits, rolling onto his tummy and begging for mercy.

"AAHHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAAAHAHAHHHAAHH! PLEHEHEASE! I'LL SHOW YOU! HAHAHAHAAAAH! MERCY PLEASE!!"

You pull away and smile at him. He catches his breath, gasping for air on the floor. As you offer your hand, he takes it, letting you help him up. There's a lingering smile on his face.

"Ha.... Ha.... Hoo....!" He breathes, wiping tears from his eyes. "Wow, that was... heh... wow!"

"Hot enough for you?" You tease, and he laughs again.

"Y/N! Please...!" He grins, and points towards your monitor.

The screensaver is your favourite old one, 3D Pipes! You wonder how he was able to find it after all these years.

"Jules! T-thank you..." You say, genuinely touched. His light brown eyes dance with happiness, a blush still on his cheeks. He smiles back, flashing his perfect white teeth.

"Heh! No problem."

As he leaves back to his station, you wonder if you'll see him again this week. You certainly hope so.

[The End.]

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All resemble him, but victim especially. Second too, but to a slightly lesser extent. However, Second will probably have more fun intentionally matching with him while victim is doing everything in their power to not look like him.

YEAH. for SC it's like WOW SO COOL!!! I LOOK LIKE DAD NOW :D

for victim it's torture, though; they hate it anytime someone asks if they're related— or just assumes it, considering the resemblance is undeniable. they don't want to be associated with him in any way at all! leave them alone!

Alan. also feels terrible about it. because he can see them wince every time someone assumes they're related. he knows they don't like having anything to do with him, but he knows he can't just leave them to figure out the human world on their own, either. he's doing his best