#they all adopted this boy sorry I don't make the rules

[misteria247]

MM Leo getting visibly excited at the prospect of some mysterious crime lord killing people like any preteen boy does cuz it sounds really cool

The other Leos:........oh my God.

87 Leo: Oh my goodness he's just like us.

03 Leo: He's literally a spitting copy of us.

07 Leo: He's peak Leonardo Hamato.

Bayverse Leo: He's practically glowing with the qualities of a leader.

Rise Leo: He's wonderful.

12 Leo: He's one of us.

All the Leos: And he's officially our son.

(Thanks to @000marie198 for tagging me in that lovely gif set involving MM Leo getting happy over the possiblity of violence it now lives rent free in my brain)

[808len808]

Breaking point

!Pupppy Leon S. Kennedy x Gender Neutral Reader!

Summery: Your poor pup was to scared to tell you that he's going into heat.

Authers note: I don't know what this is, I wrote half of it while I was drunk and the rest I wrote in the span of a month so the first part of the story is a bit messy, but I promise it gets better. !Disclaimer: by puppy Leon I mean a hybrid, I do not support zoophilia!

!Warnings!: Nsfw themes, "Reader" can be all genders.

(Words: 4,405)

(sorry if it's cringe 😭)

The summer had ended, well at least the vacation. it was the most awesome vacation of Leon’s life! You were home every single day, he went where you went day in and day out. To the park, lake, and forest, but also at home. He got all the attention. But now you had to leave for work again for 5 days a week from 9 to 5 and he was stuck at home, waiting for his precious owner to come back.

He spent most of his time just lying down in spaces where your scent was strongest, couch, bedroom, those spots. Usually, he’d stay on the couch sleeping or thinking about you, how you would greet him with a smile when you came back, how you would pet that special spot between his ears, his tail already started wiggling at the thought of it. 

Fuck, this was too hard. He looked at the clock; only 3 more hours, but for him it felt like years, mostly because he couldn’t sleep anymore, and because he really had to go out for a walk. 

He got up from the couch and went to the kitchen to see if you had accidentally left any food for him to grab, but unfortunately nothing, he could try to stand up and grab something from inside the cabinets, but then he would feel bad for disobeying you, then he wouldn’t be a good boy.

Ever since the summer vacation, he felt the need to be around you so much stronger, he felt the need to be with you at all times, to receive praise, to be held, to be cradled, and most importantly to please you. 

His ears perked up, suddenly feeling something in his stomach, it was weird, he went over to your bedroom your scent only growing stronger just like the feeling on his stomach. When you first adopted him you didn’t let him into your bedroom at all hoping to make a clear line between owner and pet but along the summer that line started to fade. The few nights he would spend the night curled up against you on your bed were the best.

He felt incredibly proud even thinking back to one of those nights, just sleeping next to you, your fingers going through his hair until he fell asleep. 

A huff grasped through his nose whiffing up your scent, his nose going up in the air. A small shiver went down his spine as he continued sniffing, trying to pinpoint the strongest scent, it was a whole different scent that he smelled, it reminded him of sweat but different much nicer, much more attractive, like it was pulling him towards itself. 

He followed his nose eagerly, coming to the bathroom connected to your room, he stopped in his tracks. He’s never been in your bathroom. He stared at the scary door gulping, he still had plenty of time before you would arrive home, but he already felt bad contemplating breaking your rules, well you never specifically said he couldn’t go in there… the times he tried, you had told him to wait outside or wait in the living room because you were having “alone time” whatever that meant. 

But now he was alone, he took one glance behind him, checking if you hadn’t suddenly come back. Luckily you didn’t, so he went in gently opening the door. It was just a regular bathroom, shower, toilet, sink with a mirror, so where did the scent come from?

Leon’s eyes scanned the room until he spotted the hamper, placed in the corner. He quickly hopped his way over, looking to claim his price. He stuck his nose in the pile of clothes in the hamper, all yours and a few of his garments. 

He never used to wear clothes, it wasn’t normal for hybrids to do, but since he was more on the human side -the only dog thing about him being his tail, ears, and senses, having human parts, and being able to do human things, he could walk and talk but it was just a harder to do so, he preferred not to but ever since he got off the streets, and adopted you learned him to do so,  also made him wear clothes. He still preferred to be shirtless so he would crawl his way out of them every chance he got.-

anywayyyy back to the story.

His hands mixed in throwing things away until he found the source, one pair of underwear more specifically your underwear. He happily took it in his mouth without a single thought. Proud to have found what he was searching for he went back to his crate, taking the used garment in his hands as he laid on his soft mat sniffing it until he dared to lick. An intense feeling sent shocks through his body, he felt something beneath him twitch. He didn’t register what happened. A breathy huff escaped his lips, but it sounded more like a whine. Hot flashed his face, taking another lick just to test if it would happen again, it did. 

His belly tingled a small sense of excitement filled his mind, he continued to lap only making the ominous feeling between his legs grow nose buried in the piece of clothing, curled up in his bench. 

He didn’t even realize he had fallen asleep when you came back, he excitedly sprung up, tail wagging behind as you turned the key into the lock greeted by Leon’s big blues you closed the door behind you before getting down to pet him, he eagerly leaned in your touch small puffs leaving his nose as you pet his head to the place between his ears back to under his soft jawline. 

“I missed you so much!” Leon excitedly told you almost panting. 

He looked so excited you felt bad stopping now, you walked over to the couch, Leon almost blocking your way by circling around your legs. “Come here,” you giggled as you invited Leon to the space next to you on the couch. You didn’t have to tell him twice, he immediately jumped to the spot landing half on you in an over-enthusiastic way, he pushed one hand on your thigh encouraging you to continue petting him, which you gladly did.

“I was sooo lonely, I missed you so much, it’s so boring without you! I’m so so happy you’re back!” Leon rapidly bladdered making you chuckle a bit, he was always so energetic which could be tiring but you didn’t mind right now, it was actually kind of nice to have someone who was always excited to see you. 

Minutes passed, and he was still pressed against you talking your ear off with things he had thought of today, your petting eventually slowed into soft strokes, Leon’s tail slowed down as he ran out of things to say a big content smile on his face his ears were back eyes closed almost purring into your touch. So relaxed. 

It was all your normal routine until you spotted something particular, your underwear, in Leon’s crate. Your brows furrowed looking back to the innocent puppy next to you. After a bit of thinking and mostly contemplating what to do about it you got up from the soft cushions. Leon perked up confused at the loss of touch. He saw you walk over to his crate crouching down to examine your piece of clothing like it was a crime scene. 

“Leon? What’s this?” you asked looking over your shoulders to meet his worried eyes. He knew that look, and immediately he was stressed, Oh no did he do something bad? He really didn’t want to be a bad boy! What did he do?!

Leon tilted his head in shame not wanting to respond. Not knowing what to say, scared he would make it worse.

“Come over here,” you ordered, your voice rather sweet than commanding, hoping to not worsen Leon’s nervousness any further He hopped off the couch and did a small walk of shame to the crate, tail tucked between his legs, next to where you were crouched he sat down, trying to prove that he was still a good boy. 

“Well?” you started to get impatient. The scared dog avoided your eyes, going back to the now wet underwear. “I-… I just missed your scent…” Leon pleaded, looking up to you trying to win you over with his sad puppy eyes. You narrowed your eyes thinking of a way to teach your pup that this wasn’t okay, but you just couldn’t find it in you to punish him, until he spoke up again. 

“I just- it tasted so…good” Leon explained further as if it would help him, it didn’t, in fact, it did the opposite.

The gears inside of your head finally spun. Your scent, he wanted all your attention, the way he pawed at you all the time, this wasn’t a pet owner situation, he was attracted to you. 

You gulped deeply staring into Leon’s eyes, nothing but innocence and worry, the poor thing probably didn’t even know what he was feeling. Your lips pressed together into a thin line, you needed to stop this before it got out of hand even when you felt bad doing it. 

You picked your undies up, moving to stand up. Leon stayed down his eyes following your every move. “Leon,” you started putting away your feelings, you needed to set boundaries, you needed to be responsible here. “You can’t pick up my clothes, those are mine, not yours.” He looked down at his hands, anxiety spreading over his face, but you weren’t done yet he needed to learn there were consequences to his actions.

“I also do not want you to go into my room or the bathroom while I’m not home.” He absently nodded seeming like he was at the brink of tears for being called out alone. “Now I know you hate this, but you need to learn that there’s consequences to your actions.” His head shot up, panic in his eyes as you strictly pierced his eyes with yours. “no-no-please,-I’ll be good-I’ll never do it again-please,” he tried but you didn’t budge you stood your ground while pointing at his cage, Leon already knew what was coming to a terrified look on his face -god he is so dramatic- as you pointed to his crate. 

“No-no-no!”He franticly shook his head. “please, I don’t wanna go!” He pawed at your ankles pleading. You stood your ground. “Leon,” you warned, he knew he was only making it worse by begging but he really, really didn’t want to go on the crate. “Please-I’m sorry- I’m really-sorry- please!” He looked at you from where he was sitting his bottom lip trembling as he felt his eyes start to water.

“I’m not going in! I can’t- you can’t make me!” He raised his voice, which made you glare down at him. Immediately his ears went down as he felt himself cripple under your glare. 

“Bad. Boy. Go in your cage.” Tears started to fall you felt guilty for hurting your precious pup, especially about making him cry, but you didn’t let it show, you stayed cold and emotionless. He let out a small whimper as he obliged, unable to deny your order, he looked back almost betrayed, like he hadn’t had this coming. 

“It’s just for the night,” you said as you closed the bench trapping Leon in the iron bars, a soft mat, and a blanket on the ground (because you are not a monster) his fingers clamped around the bars. You left, you had eaten out, so you didn’t have any more business in the living room. You made your way back to your bedroom, throwing the clothes Leon had spread across the bathroom back into the hamper, throwing away your underwear later. 

So there he was, he had been so excited to be around you all day, and he actually could do that right now, be curled up against you snuggling but no, instead he was trapped in this cage, this prison the restraint that kept him from going to you. He sighed feeling betrayed in some way. He didn’t understand what he had done wrong, of course, he knew that picking your clothes was wrong, but getting punished for it, that’s a bit too much.

You never punished Leon ever, so this was really strange. Leon was confused but mostly felt bad, so very bad for making you disappointed in him. He curled up on the crate hugging the blanket in sorrow pretending that it was you as the last lights went out. 

-

The morning came agonizingly slow for Leon, the lack of sleep making him hump up as you entered the room, he sat up tail already swooshing side to side regardless of his exhaustion. You walked in your pajamas to his bench Leon’s fingers grasping the metal begging for his release. 

You kneeled down to his level, right in front of him. “Are you going to be a good boy?” you asked tilting your head in a questioning way, he nodded as fast as possible. “Talk,” you demanded. “Yes, yes I’ll be good,” he begged, half shaking the bars, you complied unlocking his “prison”. 

He almost jumped onto you making you sit back down on the ground. “I’m so sorry- it will never happen again, I promise, I promise,” he repeated over and over again as he tried to get you to hug him, you let out a breath chuckle and complied, “It’s okay sweetheart.” You pet his head to which he smiled even more leaning in your touch as he always did. 

And there it was again, that funny feeling in his stomach. At first, he thought it was just hunger, but the more you pet him the more he wanted to stay closer to you, press against you. The arousal pooling in his stomach stayed even when you pulled away, even when you fed him, even when you went out for a walk, and even when you left for work again. 

Leon was left alone with that unfamiliar feeling in his stomach leaving him to do the figuring out, Leon lay on his signature place on the couch. You had bought him a book for him to read. A simple book, just to help Leon fit in with the human side of him, also forcing him to walk upright on his feet when in public, he found it hard and tiring but he wasn’t about to disappoint you, not after he already did. 

So maybe that was why he was picking up the book, and starting to try and read it. It was easy enough. As time passed the feeling in his stomach tightened, like his organs were tormenting him. It wasn’t necessarily unpleasant, more like a neediness for something, only he didn’t know what. 

It came to the point where he couldn’t focus on the words anymore, his problem shadowed all his thoughts and made sure it was impossible for the poor pup to think straight. The only thing he noticed was that his pants felt small, smaller than usual, even when he had gotten used to them by now, they suddenly felt too small.

Leon frowned putting the book down to finally try and do something about his problem, he looked down to check if he could see anything from the outside. His face lit up as if he had just opened the previously used oven, and slapped the heat in his face, down his body making his skin tingle.

His hands followed the skin of his stomach expecting to find some kind of bruise or lump, but nothing only hot skin. His hand found its way to his pants to see if he could feel anything there. He let out an embarrassingly loud whine as he felt the bulge tenting his pants. His eyes dared to look down, only gasping at the sight, his hands weren’t betraying him, there really was a huge bulge. 

Contemplating what to do he experimentally cupped it with his hand through his pants, a whine even louder ran over his tongue, so hard that he swore he could hear it echoing through the walls.

But it felt good, it felt sensitive, but in a good way, in a very very good way, he has to feel it again. He slightly squeezed the bulge making his stomach turn in a way that felt so satisfying he couldn’t help but double over. 

Leon could feel his body trembling not used to these sensations at all, but he couldn’t stop, he started to create a small friction for himself, trying to satisfy this overwhelming need he suddenly felt. 

His hips involuntarily jerked up in his hand making his crotch throb as a whine left his mouth, his eyes closing in concentration trying to find whatever he needed, but it was hard to think, he felt so powerless, so desperate for something, but what was that something? 

Leon’s hand slightly sped up making him pant. His whole body felt on fire, so hot, he felt the need to take his suffocating clothes off but was too overwhelmed to do so. 

He kept going his legs trembling hands shaking sweat making everything stick together, but it still wasn’t enough, Leon didn’t understand, he never felt this, and frankly, he didn’t understand one bit of it. 

Eventually, his member felt like it was going numb. Leon desperately kept going even when it was starting to hurt, but to no avail, it just wasn’t enough. His hand stopped and so did the friction, his thoughts coming back to him together with a worried feeling, what even was that? What happened? He was left feeling guilty somehow like he did something shameful even when it felt so good. Was it bad? Was Leon doing something bad? 

He started to feel stressed, it feels bad now… and he really didn’t want to disobey you again especially when he was already put in the crate yesterday. Just then the lock turned, Leon’s ears perked up he hadn’t even smelled you, his arousal taking up all the scent in the room. 

Leon quickly jumped off the couch tail turning into a blur by how hard it was wagging. He was more excited than ever to see you. He whined a bit as he struggled to walk over to the door, the now painful bulge rubbing against his pants, he needed to get them off but that was not the priority right now. The priority was you.

You opened your front door, Leon’s face immediately greeting you, you always loved to come home to him, and his sweet smile, it grew only brighter as he saw you. (2 meninges 😧😏) 

“Hi! how’s your day?” Leon immediately spoke as you walked in hanging your coat up and sighing not noticing Leon’s state.

“It was fine” you shrugged putting away your shoes and patting Leon’s head. “How about you, have you been a good boy?” You said grinning as Leon grew red. “Mhm, I’ve been good all day,” Leon answered only it was a lie, a lie because he wasn’t a good boy. He did something new and it felt bad so so bad and he was scared to tell you. What if you’ll put him in his cage again? He’d rather lie than be imprisoned again. 

You walked over to the kitchen picking out food from the cabinets. “Yeah? What you do all day pup?” Leon followed you into the kitchen looking at the ingredients you put on the marble countertop. 

Leon thought his tail still rapidly swinging behind him. “I read like you told me to.” Leon smiled sheepishly at you ignoring the pain he was feeling downstairs. He could ignore it, he would ignore it for you. 

But eventually, you break, eventually, you burst, as any normal person does. A pup can’t hold something that big from you, and hide his pain…

His breaking point came at midnight. 

He was happily cuddled by you, he adored being small spoon. Until he woke up, drenched in sweat, panting, every piece of skin sticking to something. Leon groaned the world coming to him as he awoke his eyes and mouth dry. Waves of pain hit him from his crotch through his legs, a small whine escaped as he looked down, it was still the same, it was a wonder you hadn’t noticed yet. 

Leon’s whole body was in a state of fight or flight his senses heightened. He couldn’t take this anymore. He whined again as he stood up, legs trembling under his weight as he made it to the bathroom. He felt like throwing up. He struggled to grab a hold of the sink hoping for some stability but the cold on his sweaty hand only made him hiss. 

He was hot and cold at the same time, was it some kind of fiver? No this was different much different. Another wave of heat surged through Leon’s body his face red his lungs having trouble keeping up with his heavy breathing. He couldn’t look at himself in the mirror, his eyes caught glimpses down his body but none registered. With whines still leaving him he clawed at his clothes trying to wiggle his way out of them. The pants dropped to the tiles and so did his shirt everything was off but still he was as hot as one can be.

It was all too much and what was worse was that he didn’t even know what was going on. At this point Leon didn’t care if he got sent to his cage he just wanted the pain to stop nothing else mattered. 

He shook as he stumbled back into the bedroom. “Leon?” You asked just woken up as well, squinting your eyes to make out your pup’s features. His breath and his whimpers together with Leon not responding got you worried. “Leon, are you okay?”

“Please,” he whined collapsing next to you on the bed. “Please what? What’s going on?” Your voice continued to grow more and more worried. You turned and switched the light on, and there he was in full light his chest heaving up and down sweat dripping down his face, his ears flat on his head. His eyes closed tight his eyebrow furrowing into a painful look. 

With one glance down everything became clear. “Oh, baby,” you muttered softly. He was going in heat. “What’s wrong with me?” Leon choked out. “Nothing sweetheart, nothing at all,” you reassured brushing strands of hair that stuck to his face away. 

“I’m going to help you okay?” Leon nodded frantically in response tears brimming his eyes as tears slowly fell down his face, landing on the pillow, your sweet pup, he must be in so much pain for so long, poor thing was suffering in silence all this time and you hardly noticed. 

He was squirming waiting for you to do something, to do anything, anything to make the pounding in his head go away. His consciousness almost faded when you scratched behind his ears making his tail wag despite the pain he was in. It thumps against the white covers beneath him with it forming a small smile on your face.

“You’ll be fine sweetheart, I’ll take care of you,” you cooed softly multitasking as you moved your hand down his sticky body going gently over all his shapes and moles, going over the small trail of hair leading to the source of his problem. His hips jerked up a few times as you did. 

His cute little cock stood high and proud, pearly beads leaping down his length it was a beautiful sight. Under normal circumstances, you would’ve admired your pet for hours like this but this was a case with urgency and there was no time to spare.

Leon’s eyes shot open when you wrapped your hand around his base, a hand flying up to your shirt to take a handful of the soft fabric. “Wh-what?” He looked up at you with big eyes then back to the scene, blinking. Before he could do or say anything else you stroked up and down again. Leon quickly deflated, eyes rolling back as his head fell back into the pillow. Whines and whimpers fell from his mouth as you continued.

You started off slow so he could catch up with you twisting your wrists a few times and pulling utteral moans of pleasure from him. His plump lips kept parted eyes half-lidded going down and up with the movement of your hand and then to your own eyes. He strictly held on to your shirt as if his life depended on it his grip only growing stronger with every stroke of your hand. 

“Hmm-s’good-please-nhgh,” incoherent mumbles escaped his lips it was adorable. His pitch went up only higher and higher to a point that you almost couldn’t recognize the vulnerable voice of your pup. 

You sped up, his hips struggling to keep up with your pace, his eyelids scrunched together, you grabbed the hand holding your shirt and wrapped it in yours intertwining your hands while the other was cramping on Leon’s puppy dick. His tail was rapidly moving the sheets his ears perked up straight into the air. 

“Ah-wait-!” You didn’t react or wait instead you did the opposite only going faster. Leon let out a gut-wrenching moan his voice cracking into a whimper multiple times as he came white sputtered all over his stomach, continuing to drip down the white sheets as more continued to flow and coat your hand with sticky white ropes.

You slowly stopped, leaving his cock flat, Leon hesitantly opened one eye before the other a sit he was scared but he only saw your sweet smile. Before he could open his other eye you had your clean hand which was previously holding his, in Leon’s hair. “Good job Leon” you comfort his ears immediately twitching as you did. 

A cheeky smile was returned his cute bright eyes staring at you with excitement. “I did good?” He sat up slightly, the bed dipping in weight as he did. “Yeah, you did amazing sweetheart.” You cupped his cheek he sighed and closed his eyes, his body turning soft in your touch. 

[hypewinter]

The boy had fallen out of the sky. To be more exact, he had fallen out of a portal that had opened in the sky. He then proceeded to land face first next to Batman. As he looked up to see everyone gathering around him, he tried to speak. It was a weird cacophonous sound, a garble that was a mix between static and echoes. Everyone covered their eyes and Nightwing yelled out, "We can't understand you!"

Just like that the cacophony stopped. Everyone uncovered their ears as the boy whispered, "Sorry."

Now that he was sitting up, they were able to get a good look at him. The boy from had Lazarus green eyes and starch white hair that did not obey gravity. His body also has an ethereal glow to it. Everything was a blur after that. They ended up bringing the boy back to the cave when they noticed he was bleeding profusely. Batman wanted to bring him to a hospital instead but he got so panicked when that idea was mentioned and looked like he was about to bolt, so the cave it was.

The boy had barely maintained consciousness as he babbled on about getting away from someone and hoping they would let him stay for a few days to recover. As he rambled, Alfred began peeling back his styled hazmat suit to reveal everyone a sickening Y shaped scar running down his torso which oozed a distinct green color. Alfred had patched him up as quickly and steadily as possible, being guided through how to do it from the boy himself. Apparently whatever his physiology was, it didn't work like a human's. Soon after he was patched up, the boy (Danny as they found out) lost consciousness.

The boy in front of them completely changed after white rings had formed around him. His white hair was now raven black, his skin had taken on a healthy tan, his stylized suit had become a T-shirt and jeans, his blood turned red. By all accounts, this was not the same unknown they had just saved. Unless?

"Do you think he's similar to the Martians?" Tim asked.

Everyone turned to him, their gears already turning. Nevertheless, Batman spoke. "Explain," he said.

"Well you know, how they can change themselves to blend in. And he was talking about hiding from someone. What if he, I don't know, decided to just try to blend in with us."

Dick piped up next. "I mean, considering how many of us are running around, it wouldn't be hard. And look at his face. It's the perfect mix of all of us. He probably decided the best way to fit in would be to look a little bit like all of us. It'd be the best way to throw off his pursuer."

"Or pursuers," Jason cut in.

"And how can we be sure he stopped at just faces?" Damian inquired.

Now everyone was looking at him.

The former assassin puffed out his chest but it was clear from the slight rigidness of his stance that he didn't like everyone's attention on him.

"Tch. I am simply stating that if he truly wanted to blend in with us, he might as well copy our mannerisms as well. He has already copied our speech."

That was true. He had easily switched his speech once Dick had started talking. Of course they couldn't rule out the potential that he had simply known the language beforehand but considering how many aliens Earth got that could instantly adopt a new language, the former theory held more ground.

"Hmm. That may be true. Naturally we'll do our best to hide him from any pursuers. But-"

"Don't you mean you'll do your best to convince him to let you adopt him?" Steph interrupted with a cheeky grin.

"But," Bruce continued on, "we will need to make sure he doesn't imprint on us too much. We'll encourage him to be his own person and try out things that he enjoys so that when all of this is over, he can live independently of us. That being said, I want you all on your best behavior. We want to try to ingrain as many healthy behaviors into him as possible. That means no threats, no violence, no unhealthy sleeping habits, and no extreme intakes of coffee. And I clear?"

There were various mumbles and groans throughout the group and one particularly indignant squawk from Tim. "I said am I clear?" Bruce repeat. The group answered yes in unison. "Good. Then dismissed."

Everyone filed out of the cave one by one. Some went back to their own home and safehouses. Some hit the showers. And some headed straight upstairs. Finally there was only Bruce left. He looked down at Danny still sound asleep on the table. Making sure this boy was protected and cared for for while also making sure he didn't get too attached and therefore dependent on everyone was better said than done. Still, Bruce would make it happen, after all, he was Batman.

I got this idea from the lovely @damngirlidk . Truly a great idea.

[mezzy303]

So I've been rereading skip beat from the beginning for the first time in uhhhhh almost 10 years and I'm going inSaNE over characterizations and development that I have to write it down

At this point I'm only at the Heel siblings arc so I haven't gotten to the Guam or Saena arcs which are very big for Kyoko and Ren's character development and healing which I haven't reread since those chapters came out

Can we just take a moment to appreciate Nakamura for basing Kyoko and Ren's childhood struggles and trauma on very real things that aren't often, if at all, dealt with in anime/manga and also writing them with utmost care (Not only do the traumas inform their personalities, but their healing arcs aren't just a one and done thing!! It's a very slow process) Like starting with Kyoko, her single mother neglected her so much that she was raised by a family friend. On top of that, nothing Kyoko did was ever good enough for her mother, and both of these things are so apparent in Kyoko's character. She attaches herself to fairytales and magic as an escapism and because she relates to stories like Cinderella. She literally cannot function if she messes up and no one criticizes her. She can't properly acknowledge her own talents and beauty without it being attached somehow to fairytales; she never quite believes shes good enough. Similarly, she didn't want to bother anyone with her troubles, so she always dealt with them alone/in private spaces. Pretty sure she also has lowkey abandonment issues. And this is all parental trauma!! Things she already has before the series starts and she gets so utterly heartbroken she swears off romantic love entirely so she can never get hurt the same way again.

(I don't think I'll ever get over how Kyoko told all this to Kuu and he was literally like I'm adopting you. Your mine now. Sorry I don't make the rules ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ And Kuu going home to his wife like hey we got a new kid 😂 Like Kyoko freezing up when she made mistakes and then Kuu showing her love instead of reprimanding her makes me go 🥹😩💖✨😭💝 Kyoko getting all fluffy from head pats🥹🥹 But on the downside she literally can't bring herself to call him dad unless she's in acting mode sjdfhsf)

When I really consider it, I wonder if Kyoko really loved Sho as a person or like.... the idea of him. Like he was just a convenient guy via proximity bc Kyoko needed someone to be her "prince". We haven't been shown exactly why she fell in love, but it would explain why she stuck with dedicating herself to him despite his terrible personality and knowing he never saw her the same way. It's portrayed like the concept of hatsukoi in anime where its ✨pure✨and innocent✨It seems very idealistic. Whereas Kyoko's love for Ren is more mature. She sees every aspect of Ren and doesn't sugarcoat it, she sees him as he is (she does him up on a pedestal but partially bc she admires him but also as an extreme measure to protect her heart and hide her feelings imo)

And REN. trauma to the max. He had to deal with the hardships of making a name for himself when his parents are already famous, extreme racism from being biracial, his friend/mentor dying from an accident he unintentionally caused???? Like boy hates himself so much he's literally disassociating 24/7 he needs a fucking therapist. I get how being Ren has helped him in some capacity but he needs a professional asap. Though deep diving into this is so interesting because Ren/Kuon compartmentalized his issues and the parts that he hates about himself so much he created its own persona ("Dark Kuon"), to the point he's rarely ever just himself. And he buried it so deep that as soon as he cracked the lid open, those emotions just spilled out. He can't even allow himself to be happy, and when he does feel truly happy, his automatic response is acting nonchalant,,,,,,,,,,,, he didn't even realize he was doing it at first 😢

Also the symbolism with Ren's watch makes me go a little feral. I don't remember if it's originally his or Rick's but it obviously stopped when the latter died and Ren keeps it as a reminder of what happened and why he went to Japan. It's a weird item since it grounds him but also represents his heavy trauma, and I think having those two things in one kinda showcases Ren's unhealthy coping mechanisms (like grounding himself to something traumatic isn't... great...). But that scene where he realizes he took it off and he has a moment of whether it to keep it on as Cain Heel or not??? *clenches fist* it was so good. (To recap it, he had his watch so he wouldn't lose himself in the role of BJ and then forgot it in the bathroom after an unexpected trauma response) Ren narrates his thoughts as choosing between Rick or Kyoko but interpreting this, he's choosing whether to keep himself stuck in his past trauma or move forward and let himself be happy AKA stick with unhealthy coping mechanisms vs try something healthy and rely on people he trusts. Kyoko essentially becomes someone Ren grounds himself to 🥺 He still needs therapy though lmao. He's so mentally unstable in this arc,,,

As I'm writing this I'm seeing a parallel between Kyoko and Ren and how they both had an experience that completely and utterly broke them, and it was this that pushed them onto their current paths in showbiz. And they likely would never have met each other again if those things never happened (they had to lose themselves to find each other?? 😭). It's so funny to me that Ren is all like ThEiR fAtEs ArE iNtErTwInEd with Kyoko and Sho when you have to consider the fact that him and Kyoko meeting again was like. a chance in a billion. It was fate 😂

KyoRen is such a poetic ship to me. The fact that they're different people when they meet and don't recognize the other. How Ren starts falling in love AS SOON AS HE REALIZES KYOKO IS THE SAME GIRL HE MET (Ren being gray/demiromantic.... more at 5). Kyoko lowkey starting to crush on Ren when she witnesses a bit of his real personality. These two things happening around the same time??????? And Ren being SO afraid of being Kuon, his true self, because of his bad qualities, but Kyoko pulling out the good qualities without him fully realizing it?? (I'm 100% referring to Kuon being a mischievous little shit and I live for how he teases Kyoko) tbh they treat each other differently from other people without even realizing it lol. And Kyoko being surrounded by toxic and possessive men pursuing her, and Ren being anything BUT. Like my man is a gigantic green flag. He recognizes that he can't seriously pursue Kyoko bc she's a minor and he really tries his best to only be a friend and mentor in her life and keeping her trust and never crossing her boundaries despite the stereotypes of men being "unable to control themselves." Y'all take point this should be the standard at minimum☝️

I have to talk about Sho bc this boy is so fucking toxic but he makes such a fascinating character. As much as I hate how Kyoko got heartbroken in the way she did, I think it was necessary so that she could leave Sho's sorry ass and cut him out of her life. Seriously,,,, he took advantage of her and used her as a servant. she literally dropped out of school, moved to a different city, and took on two jobs for the sole purpose of helping his career and then he threw her away like a used rag (JUST THROW THE WHOLE MAN AWAY). And then he has the audacity to fall in love with her smh. Anyway the fascinating part about him to analyze is how he's so possessive of Kyoko. Like she was a mere fly in his life, but she was always his. Until she wasn't. And I think those twisted thoughts kinda morphed into feelings for Kyoko. Ig in a way he still cares about her, but it could never hide how toxic he is. Anyone who's like I don't care how this person thinks of me as long as I take up the biggest space in their heart is egotistical and narcissistic. BUT he and Kyoko bickering like siblings will always be funny. Like epitome of two people who've lived with each other for way too long so they know how the other ticks and also get on each other's nerves 😂😂Sho does makes a good foil for Ren though. Like he's basically everything Ren is not: immature, temperamental, possessive, vain, the list goes on. His only redeeming qualities as a character is providing good drama and humor and being an example of what Ren isn't.

Skip Beat is really a story about healing and learning to love yourself and letting others love you and Nakamura is such a good story teller 🥺

[justrainandcoffee]

Breakfast (Dad!Alfie Solomons & oc!daughter)

Or how babies are made, by Alfie Solomons.

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Summary: "Yeah. That's not how it works, sweetheart." His daughter had a play date that it was cancelled because her friend's sister got pregnant and the house was a chaos. Allie says that it's because a boy kissed the girl. "Then, how it works?", she asked. Alfie and an answer with no filters.

Warnings: Alfie.

Words: 700 || While I'm dealing with my other fic, I give you this blurb. I have two more fics already written but both are equally angst (lately I only wrote angst 🫣) I wanted to change it a bit.

1931

The house in Margate was silent. Rose was in the Parliament and he thought his daughter was in her friends' house but when he entered the living room he found the girl, seven years old, sat there reading a book.

"Allie? Don't ya have a play date at Daisy's house?"

"I did. But her mom called and told me that it wasn't a good time. Their eldest daughter, Claire, is pregnant."

"Oh fuck. How old is the girl?"

"Sixteen."

"A fucking kid! I know your friend's father, he's going to kill the boy who impregnated the daughter."

"Yeah," Allie confirmed "he's not happy."

"I couldn't be happy either."

"Don't worry, dad, I'm not going to let any boy to kiss me. I don't want a baby."

Alfie, already sitting in his armchair, looked at his daughter. "Ya think this girl, Claire, got pregnant because she kissed a boy?"

"Well, yes! Daisy told me that they were kissing all the time."

"That's not how it works, Allie."

Allie left the book aside and tilted her head. "What do you mean? Then how it works?"

"Well…" Alfie cleared his throat. It was good that his wife wasn't there at the time. He never believed in sugar-coating the answers. A direct question deserved a direct answer. "First you need a woman and a man."

"In love, I know the tale."

"Not necessarily in love, sweetheart. If they're, even better but it's not always the case. Hope you know this a world full of bastards… in both senses of the world."

She, the girl, was a bastard herself because the biological father abandoned her mother way before she was adopted by the Solomons. But the girl already knew that.

"Men and a women," continued Alfie "they're physically different. Men have something called penis… it's like a sausage."

"Like a sausage?" Allie raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. And you know your body, Allie. All women have the same body under their clothes. Well, when a man is really happy to see a woman his sausage is happy too. And it will let his owner know that. If the woman agrees, she will be happy to see his sausage if not, then I'm sorry but the man can't do something about it. Well, he can, but that's another story. This is important, Allie, a woman ALWAYS must consent to see it ok? Always, right?. Well, then the man and the woman go to the bed… or the sofa, or the wall or fuckin' wherever. And the man…"

What followed was a detailed explanation of what happened with the man and the woman while they were together. He even used his hands to help himself to explain it.

Allie wasn't impressed. In fact, she found it quite boring, repetitive and complicated. She thought that a baby product of just a kiss was way better that all of that. And more romantic. Why the hell it was so hard to make a baby?

"… It's called semen. It's like milk."

"I thought only women can produce milk." Allie studied her father, thinking he was joking to her.

"It's not that kind of milk, Allie. Its only use is to help babies to be created. And that's it. Nine months later you have a baby. Sometimes one or two months earlier but it's not the rule."

"It's not interesting. It's boring as fuck, dad. That much scandal for a breakfast." Allie furrowed her brow, just like Alfie "I'd be playing with Daisy if it wasn't for Claire and her stupid boyfriend."

"Breakfast?" Interrupted Alfie. "What breakfast?"

"You described everything as a breakfast. Milk, eggs, sausages… what it's that if not a breakfast?"

Alfie laughed out loud. He just finished to explain his daughter the biological process of making a baby and Allie just compared it with a breakfast… Undoubtedly she was a kid.

Two days later, Rose saw a letter on the table. It was from school explaining that Allie had received a notification because of her behaviour. Apparently her daughter had been talking openly about sex in the classroom. Specifically about babies. Rose left the letter on the table again and pinched her nose, sighing.

"ALFIEE!"

[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 18]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.3K

Chapter warning(s): Mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, crying, psychological vulnerability and alcohol consumption.

The boys didn't say anything when you and Mingi arrived at the dorm. Maybe they didn't want to bombard Mingi, knowing he was going through a lot. Or maybe they noticed that your eyes were red, showing that you had cried as well. Whatever the reason was, they didn't pry or question.

"Where's Haneul?" You asked, turning to them after you saw Mingi enter his room.

"She's sleeping on my bed." Hongjoong informed. You just had to see her so you went into the room, leaning over her sleeping figure. With a soft smile, you inhaled her scent and kissed her head.

"I hope she didn't give you too much trouble." You told the others.

"No way, she's a great kid. No trouble at all." Wooyoung hugged you. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him.

"I'm sorry to the rest of you for just dropping her off here like that." You bowed to the others, who might have found it strange that a random kid showed up.

"Don't apologise. You did it so you could go support Mingi hyung." Jongho reasoned.

"I don't know if Hongjoong and Wooyoung told you about her..." You looked to the two. Wooyoung and Hongjoong shook their heads.

"We didn't think that it was appropriate for us to say anything. Or rather, we didn't know what you wanted us to share." Hongjoong explained. At this point, you guessed that the rest at least knew that Hongjoong and Wooyoung knew about Haneul before them.

"I-Is she your child?" San raised his hand to ask before you could tell them. You choked, not expecting that from him. Yunho used his hand to cover San's mouth.

"No, Haneul is not my child. She's a child under my care and she has been since she was born 4 years ago." You started.

"But she doesn't live with you? How did you meet her?" Yeosang asked.

"She's actually my cousin. I wasn't going to let her parents put her up for adoption but I'm not qualified to adopt her. So she stays at an orphanage outside of the city." You said.

"Orphanage?"

"Yeah. The lady there helps me take care of her. I send the money to make sure she is well taken care of and that she goes to school. In return, she doesn't get adopted..." You said.

"Can she do that? To have a child there that is not adoptable?" Seonghwa tilted his head.

"No... So I'm grateful that she is doing this for me. That's why when she was going to the hospital and another government representative was coming, Wooyoung rushed down to help me pick her up. She's been staying with me temporarily, that's why I had to start working from home." You explained.

The boys all listened to you intently as you told them about Haneul and how Hongjoong has been working with you in your home and Wooyoung helping you care for Haneul.

"It's cute. Haneul is my sister's name." San smiled softly. You nodded, happy to share that coincidence with San.

"Wow, it must not have been easy doing all that on your own." Yunho said.

"Everything I do, it's all for her. At the end, knowing she benefit from it, makes everything worth it." You smiled. They all nodded in agreement, understanding you.

"She's a great kid."

"You raised her well." The boys all complimented. You felt your cheeks heat up, thankful your mask covered your embarrassment.

"It's late, I shouldn't impose on you guys anymore. I'm sure you've all had a tiring day." You bowed.

"Why don't you stay the night? Come on, Indigo, you should know that you're not imposing on us at all. We're all family here. And you also dealt with a lot today." Seonghwa held your hand with a soft smile on his face.

"Besides, it's late and Hanuel's asleep. It won't be easy to go back, having to carry her on your own. It's might not be safe." Hongjoong added, backing the oldest up. You contemplated it for a while.

"But I don't want to take any of your beds." You sighed. Plus, you knew if you took Hongjoong's bed with Haneul, Seonghwa might not sleep in the same room.

"Just take my bed with Haneul, I usually sleep on the couch anyway." Hongjoong insisted.

"I'll stay in the room with you if you're unfamiliar." Seonghwa smiled. You nodded, glad that you weren't chasing him out of his own room.

After everyone went to bed, you went to Mingi's room. He was still awake, laying on his bed as he scrolled on his phone absentmindedly. But he sat up when he saw you.

"Can I come in?" You asked.

"Of course." He nodded. You stepped into his space, closing the door behind you. Mingi looked at you, you were in Wooyoung's clothes, sweats and a big shirt. He slid to the side of the bed to let his legs dangle off the edge. He patted the space next to him and you climbed into the bed.

"Please don't treat me like I'm fragile..." Mingi said, letting his head fall onto his shoulder.

"I won't. I just wanted to see if you were okay." You whispered. It was selfish to say but you were doing this for yourself, to ease whatever feeling you had in your chest.

"I will be..."

"I know the spiralling darkness doesn't go away so easily but I'll be here with you to chase it away. The others too." You replied.

"You know, I always want to take care of people, to be accepted by them. But somehow, it always ends up with them taking care of me." Mingi sighed.

"You don't have to take care of them for them to accept you, Mings. They'll accept you for who you are, the real person that you are. There's nothing wrong with needing care from other people." You reached up to stroke his head.

"Look at me. All 8 of you took care of me when you barely even knew me. I never knew what it was like to be cared for before I met all of you. Which is honestly pathetic, right?" You chuckled bitterly.

"Don't say that. You're not pathetic." Mingi lifted his head, turning to you with a frown.

"Thanks, Mings." You laughed.

"It's not your fault..." Mingi argued. He didn't need to finish his sentence for you to know what he was going to say 'it's not your fault that your parents didn't care'.

"We're your family now. And we care about you. I care about you." Mingi stated firmly.

"And while I appreciate that greatly. There's still a fear I'm feeling. I don't want to get used to all this." You said.

The reality is that Ateez are idols that are growing in popularity. They're going to have to prioritise their careers over everything else, it was normal. They aren't always going to be around. Plus, you're not from KQ. One day, you'll leave and go back to working underground or with other companies.

"I know that fear, the fear that the future will change and that we're not ready to face that change. But we won't change, Indigo. Ever." Mingi squeezed your hand.

"Goodnight, Mings." You patted his head. But before he could let you go, Mingi placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Goodnight." He wished. You walked out to see one of the dining area lights on. Yunho sat there, eyes glancing over at you as you emerged from Mingi's room. The sofa area was dark as Hongjoong slept.

"Yuyu, you're still up?" You asked.

"Couldn't sleep. Is he okay?" Yunho asked back, not even reacting to you being without your mask. You nodded, knowing 'he' was Mingi.

"Sit." He gestured for you to take the seat on the bench next to him. He had a glass with ice and soju in front of him.

"Can I pour you a drink?" Yunho held the soju bottle up. You usually wouldn't drink but you felt like you needed one so you held the spare glass up for him to fill.

"Cheers." You and him clinked your shot glass with his taller glass before downing the bitter alcohol. He reached over to fill your shot glass again. The two of you just sat there in silence until Yunho let out a long, deep sigh.

"You know, I'm glad Mingi has you now too. To be there for him." Yunho said, sipping his soju.

"Mingi doesn't express himself well. I know what he's thinking and feeling because I've known him for so long. But he always finds it hard to connect with people." He continued.

"You're a good friend, Yuyu. No... you're a good brother." You corrected yourself, drinking your shot.

"We rely on each other as best friends but there's always more I want to do for him. I just never know how." Yunho said.

"I don't think you need to do more or feel like you need to do more. I'm sure Mingi is grateful just for you being there with him. He got this far thanks to you. You brought him out of his shell."

"Thanks for saying that..." Yunho smiled softly.

"You shoulder a lot on your own. It must be tiring." You turned to him. You know that Yunho always maintains a happy smile and positivity around his members. He never really lets himself get angry with anyone. He's always attentive to how the members are feeling and knows how to care for them.

"I hate seeing him like that, knowing I can't get rid of the darkness." Yunho confessed, taking another sip of alcohol. You hugged Yunho to comfort him.

"They all mean the world to me." He pressed his eyes into your shoulder.

With moments like this, you really see the vulnerability that each member had. The self that they hide behind their guarded walls. They all had their own share of darkness that they hide from each other.

"But now, Mingi has you to rely on too. It's good that he trusts you to open his heart." Yunho said.

"Yuyu..." You were feeling conflicted.

"I'm not saying it just to put pressure on you. Call me selfish and self centered but knowing he has another person to share his feelings with takes a weight off my shoulders. I want him to be able to lean on other people too." Yunho lifted his head to meet your eyes. You shook your head, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"You're not selfish or self centered. You're far from." You denied. Yunho was too precious and compassionate to be selfish or self centered. You couldn't even fathom someone seeing him as such.

Yunho didn't say anything else, lifting his glass to finish the remaining contents. You did the same, downing whatever was in your glass.

"You must have been scared when you heard that Mingi was missing." Yunho spoke.

"I was... He was fine when we spoke on the phone so when Hongjoong called. I thought something happened to him." You felt the wave of emotions again as you remembered.

"I know..." Yunho hugged you this time, holding you. You clenched the material of your pants, willing yourself not to cry again.

"That feeling... I've never experienced anything like it before. It wasn't just fear and worry... I didn't know how to react, I didn't know what was going on. I didn't even think that it was his anxiety." You choked, swallowing your sob.

"Shh... Don't remember it." He whispered.

"All I thought was, did someone hurt him? Was he hurt somewhere? Where was he?" You cried, letting the overwhelming emotions take over.

Yunho continued to hold you tightly yet gently to comfort you. He was worried that you would give yourself a panic attack, remembering and recounting the events of the day.

"It's okay. He's okay." Yunho assuringly repeated, rubbing your back as he hushed you.

"Sorry. I wasn't going to cry again." You wiped the few strays tears that managed to spill with your fingers.

"No, it's okay." Yunho took a tissue to gently wipe your eyes.

"When Mingi starts getting in his head, he can spiral quite quickly. His anxiety attacks hit hard." Yunho explained with grim expression.

From the way he spoke, you knew that Yunho must have been there and seen through many of Mingi's panic attacks and anxiety episodes. You can't even begin to imagine what that must be like, to see your best friend, a brother, go through that. And not be able to do anything about it.

"When it started happening, we were all scared. There was a point where he couldn't even step onto the stage. And we thought that was it, his career as an idol was over." Yunho gulped.

"But he got better with the support from all of you." You said.

You and Yunho shared that moment, only going to bed before the sun rose. You climbed into bed with Haneul, careful not to wake Seonghwa.

"Bunny shape!" Haneul's loud giggling was what woke you. You sat up, looking to see Seonghwa's bed empty and Haneul gone.

"Haneul?" You scratched your head, coming out.

"Indigo!" Yeosang's eyes widened when he saw you, dropping the television remote in his hand. He immediately held his hand ups in front of your face. You blinked, stepping back at him suddenly pushing you back into the room.

"Y-Yeosang! What's wrong?"

"Go, go." He walked you back into Seonghwa and Hongjoong's room, ignoring your protests and questions.

"Indigo! You're not wearing your mask! Did you forget that you're not at home? Stay here, I'll get you one." Yeosang asked, brows creasing together in worry.

"Yeosang, it's okay." You held onto his arm as you laughed, realising what he was panicking about.

"It's fine. Thank you." You smiled softly. Seeing you actually smile for the first time at him made Yeosang smile too.

It made you melt. It showed how the boys actually respected and cared about your preferences and privacy. But you trust them, they know about Haneul so what's wrong with knowing your face?

"Good morning." You stepped out to the kitchen. All the boys in the kitchen froze, eyes widening.

"Unnie!" Haneul was the only one that greeted you brightly.

"We're making pancakes. I helped!" She grinned from her spot on the stool next to Seonghwa and Wooyoung. Wooyoung continued flipping the pancakes, not phased by the shock like the others. You walked over to give Haneul a hug, leaning over to pat her butt lovingly while she giggled.

"You smell like old soju." Wooyoung crinkled his nose, making you punch his arm. You went to wash up and brush your teeth. Since you didn't have a comb, you just used your fingers.

"Why are you not shocked, Jung Wooyoung?" Seonghwa jabbed the younger's side.

"You've seen her without her mask before?" San asked.

"Yeah. When I first went to pick Haneul up and she told me everything." Wooyoung shrugged. That was when Jongho noticed how unphased Yunho was as well.

"Yunho hyung, you know too?" The maknae asked the taller male. Yunho nodded slowly.

"I saw last night." He informed, not giving anything else away or what you guys talked about. He turned back to the bacon that he was cooking in his own pan. Mingi was the last to enter the kitchen, yawning tiredly and leaning on his best friend.

"What's everyone talking about?" Mingi asked as he noticed how everyone was acting weird.

"You'll see..." Hongjoong sipped his juice. He took a yoghurt out and offered one to Haneul to eat. Mingi frowned, tilting his head in confusion at the captain's words.

"Oh, Mings. You're awake." You came to the kitchen.

"Mhmm..." Mingi nodded.

"Wait! You know too?!" Yunho turned to look at his best friend with a betrayed look on his face.

"Know what?"

"You know what Indigo looks like without her mask." Yunho further explained. Mingi looked at you then back at Yunho before nodding his head in confirmation.

"He was the first to know. He knew before me." Wooyoung revealed. You knew he was referring to the incident at song camp where you let it slip that Mingi has seen you without your mask. You sighed, going to Haneul, who was still entranced by the pancakes Seonghwa was flipping. She held her yoghurt tube out to you.

"Thanks, baby. But I'm good. Go ahead and enjoy it." You smiled as you wiped the yoghurt off her lips.

"Actually, Mingi knew from Day 1. Like the day I entered KQ, he knew what I looked like under my mask when he entered my studio, thinking I was Hongjoong." You chuckled.

"Yah! Mingi ah, how could you just intrude?" The scolding voices started as all 7 heads whipped to Mingi, who held his hands up.

"It was an accident! You said you forgave me!" Mingi whined in a yell.

"Oppas are silly." Haneul giggled. You laughed, nodding in agreement. After the pancakes, Seonghwa made a big batch of scrambled eggs for everyone.

"This one is mine. Seonghwa oppa tried to make it a bunny." Haneul pointed at the plate while she giggled. It didn't really look like a bunny but you knew Haneul was being nice and she appreciated the effort Seonghwa put into it.

"Seonghwa omma." Wooyoung corrected, making Seonghwa kick him.

"Yah, no violence in front of the kid. Indigo won't like that Haneul thinks it's okay to go around hitting people." Wooyoung deflected the oldest's kick.

"Judging by how Indigo punched you earlier, I think she's fine." Yeosang chuckled. You shrugged but nodded.

"Can I have another yoghurt too, unnie?" Haneul turned to you, pointing at Hongjoong who was taking another yoghurt tube from the fridge.

"But we're going to eat pancakes and other breakfast foods soon. If you're still hungry after, you can have another yoghurt." You said, glaring at Hongjoong. He pouted, slowly putting the yoghurt back.

"Have to set a good example, hyung." Jongho teased. Hongjoong grabbed Jongho by the collar.

"Haneul, this is Mingi oppa." You carried her onto your lap for her to meet Mingi, realising she met everyone except Mingi yesterday. Mingi gave a tiny wave. Haneul tilted her head, frowning slightly as she focused on Mingi. Mingi grew awkward under the 4 year old's analytical stare.

"Hakuna matata!" Haneul suddenly yelled, pointing at Mingi. Now it was time for you to be the confused one. Mingi nodded but looked up at you, also not understanding what was going on.

"Ah! Because she watched 'Wave'." Wooyoung snapped his fingers.

"Oh yeah... You remember him from the video, baby?" You asked. Haneul nodded her head excitedly.

"So smart." Mingi smiled, ruffling her hair. Haneul was immediately distracted by the accessories on Mingi's hands. She toyed with the rings and bracelets.

"Time for breakfast. Everyone in your sit." Hongjoong and Seonghwa said. Everyone helped to bring the plates and food to the table.

"Come, Haneul. You can sit with me." Jongho said. She ran over excitedly and he lifted Haneul onto his lap to sit. You were surprise at how close Jongho was with Haneul, unaware he was a fan of kids.

"Where's my bunny pancake?" Haneul looked around.

"There you go." Seonghwa handed her the plate.

"Thank you for the food." She chimed, making everyone praise her. Haneul was fine without you. You saw Jongho cutting the pancake up for her to eat. San gave her some eggs and fruit too, making sure she wasn't just pancakes drowned in syrup.

You smiled seeing her with the boys. It was like your two worlds meeting and getting along, telling you that everything was going to be fine.

~

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[jessaerys]

your fav mello/near fics??? thank yeww (also love your drawings!)

oohh this reminds me i should pick up my ff.net archival reclist project up again...

it is of note that it's been a looooong while since i've combed the archives and there's a couple of common tropes i don't usually read due to personal taste, so i'm sure there's a lot of good fic i'm unaware of and/or forgetting about! this has totally renewed my interest in making a comprehensive personal reclist >:) perhaps i'll come back and edit this post every now and then.

i owe comments to nearly everyone mentioned here i am SO sorry. it's a lost skill that i am working on developing again. at the very least i've got everyone in one place so i can go down the list this year. i encourage everyone reading from this reclist to leave a comment too!

i wrote "off the top of my head" but this got VERY long so under the readmore it goes

obligatory classics

• the famous @tierfal 's sidetracked (2010) and full of surprises (2009). rated e and m respectively. these are like the allegorical little black dress in the wardrobe of the platonic ideal of the mellonear oneshot. seem to be pretty well known across the ship fandom • stripped (2009) by blueberryash/@tka-trashfire on tumblr. explicit. i haven't read this in a while but i remember it capturing the delicate gossamer tension of the ship in a way that was sooo bittersweet and nostalgic. • to speak of rules and privilege (2008) also by blueberryash/@tka-trashfire, gen, a manifesto on tenderness, soooooooooo soft, changed the game, near being afraid of thunderstorms was immediately adopted into personal canon. big time influence for the way i write near and mello's pre-canon relationship re: big brother, little brother. • an understanding (2008) by blueberryash/@tka-trashfire, rated T, short and sweet, razor sharp prose, the aesthetics of the little piece live rent free in my head. • dual(2011) by ramasi, @ramasi here i believe. rated m. historians say this might be one of the first examples of mellonear choking kink ever recorded,

RARE finds

(please tell me if you enjoy any of these, i want to feel like an explorer that's brought back treasures from far away lands)

•scarification (2012) by gacrux11 on fanfiction.net, rated m, big time dead dove do not eat. sorry this one leans early 2010s era grimdark melodrama but i love it sjkdfkjfd. not enough dead dove fics about the boys if u ask me. • salt in the wound (2007) •tempus fugit (2007), and • white out (2006) by vaudevillain king on fanfiction. net. a beloved rare find. all of them are rather grimdark edgy products of their era, but some of the best the era had to offer. they make me so nostalgic for my teenagehood on fanfiction.net. i get the impression these might've been written even before death note was finished? • birthday smut (2009) by kleine_aster on livejournal. explicit. this one is SO funny to me because it is both really, really good, very in character, but unfortunately it suffers from almost satirical misogyny that afflicted fujoshis back in the day. near literally is like oh that bitch... like. he would not fucking think that but i can edit quickly in my brain as i read. bisexual mello rights! otherwise really sexy imo. i might be writing something that's kind of in conversation with this fic.

contemporary favorites:

• you've heard about it before and you will hear about it again: the archer ensnared (2023) by jabbernatty, rated e. a jessaerys obligatory syllabus read, the fic that made me go fulltime yaoi disease. i owe so much to jabbernatty they are my white whale my friend my enemy the writer i've psychically imprinted on from the beginning. honestly too scared to even leave a comment given the jessarys archer ensnared lore. may one day may contact and pray i don't come across as insane • postmortem (2023) by the_hemlock true gen, a favorite of ALL time. it's only tangentially mn really, it is 99% about near trying to piece together the mystery of lawlight post-canon, but the characterization and prose are some of if not the best i've ever come across. reads like it could be a piece of canon material. if you only read one fic on this list i'd pick postmortem. • it's friday i'm in love by neallo/@neallo rated m. possibly my all time fave in the neallo cinematic universe. something about the after-hours longing and the standing in the kitchen by the refrigerator lights, as the poets say. i love when stories feel like you're cutting out a window to peer into a larger universe that is just out of reach. perfectly captures what it is like to have a maddening crush • i want to hold you (hostage)(2023) by neallo/@neallo rated e. thee defining fic of this current modern mellonear era. manages to walk the line of kinky/sexy/sweet/fluffy all at once. plot twist of the century in the last chapter. near is properly as bananas insane as mello is in this fic, which is the marker of a good mellonear dynamic. really everything by morgan neallo is a safe bet for a great read • there's nothing i want but you (2023) by neallo/@neallo rated t. wammy's era mellonear obsessiveness that is soooo teenagery and yet a portent of just how codependent they might one day get. cute and ominous. • armageddon/kill game (2024) by bolide/@bolide-archive came out of nowhere a couple of months ago and ascended to the top of the game like a dark horse. rated m, chess au. one of my favorite interior mello narrations and one of the most similar to my own interpretation. such naturally talented prose. i rotate lines from this in my head all the time. still in progress but i have faith that it will be completed :') • how to burn down the sacred loom (2023) by dornishviper/@vriskarlmarx a contemporary CLASSIC. the less you know going in the better. beautiful prose, beautiful structure. they don't make fic like this anymore • the house always wins (2023) by mer_curia/@vivi-scera. screaming with my mouth closed. holds a special place in my heart given that it is my posting that convinced vi to give the ship a try, and i was rewarded with a fic that is so catered to my tastes i honestly had to read it through my fingers. SO good, the manifesto on wammyscest, so rather controversial. heed the warnings. • moonlight (2023) by tsukinousagi/@quicktimeeventfull rated t. an austere, cold little glimpse into a vampire au. it's giving let the right one in. so melancholic. one of the saddest near examinations out there. •proximity tells (2018) by abysmallypresent, rated m. truly lives up to death note's second-by-second minutia while managing to keep up the tension the entire time. great characterization. •silhouettes (2015) by bad blood/eroticcodependence, @wxmmyshouse on tumblr. unrated, post-canon compliant. made me CRY! elegantly short and simple, bittersweet and so so wistful. •arsonist's lullabye (2023) by tzviaariella/@tzviaariella. rated t. this one has a heart-wrenching air of realism to it that exists outside the chaotic universe of death note, one of those examinations of picking up the pieces after the titans have all gone away. very bittersweet.

honorary mentions

• let's die somewhere prettier (2020) by firesafinething also one of my absolute favorites, unfortunately it is discontinued and it is likely it will never be completed. sad! the premise seemed SO promising. in my mind i file it right next to postmortem mentioned above. the exploration of the tragedy of 27 year old near we could have had in a better timeline. one day i will leave a comment so good maybe it will bring back the fic from the land of the dead • august underground by me & @firebuggg rated e, in progress. >:) (shamless self promo)

[ave-immaculata]

Can I still be Christian if I don't fit into the gender roles? Ok, typing it out makes it sound like a ridiculous question, but still. I'm a woman, and I just feel like I don't fit into any of the 'norms'. I don't wear make up because I don't want to, I've never shaven, and honestly most of my clothes are boy's section because I like the cuts and the material better. (It's thicker, it's not tight and it doesn't look ridiculous- for whatever reason even teenage boy's clothes are more practical than women's.) I'm in a male-dominated field of study as well, and I don't plan to ever have kids, and if I do, then it'll be through adoption.

Buuut counting all of that, I've gotten some pretty strange looks when I started going to church. I've had people make all sorts of assumptions and it does feel tiring. I've had a friend I made there subtly send me a link through Whatsapp for bible verses on 'femininity', and all that even. I don't know. I feel pulled towards God, but I also feel that I'm all alone in this. Virtually every other Christian woman I encounter wants to be a mother and take care of her husband. It's only on this website that I've even seen Christian women who are in tech and all that.

Absolutely, a resounding and explicit yes. In all sincerity, those norms do not matter in the Christian life, and even if Christians might culturally expect those things from women, Christ does not. The Blessed Virgin, the holiest woman to ever live, never wore makeup or shaved, and her clothes would have been practical and loose fitting. Openness to life (i.e. being open to having biological children) is crucial if you're called to marriage, but adoption is a noble and virtuous endeavor regardless. If it's not imminent (i.e. you're engaged, married, etc.) then take it to prayer as you grow with Christ! There's no rush and need to have it discerned right at the beginning.

That does sound exhausting; I think there's sort of an overcorrection where Christians, in an effort to reclaim their identity as men and women, are very rigid and enforcing extrabiblical rules about what 'real' masculinity and 'real' femininity are. A lot of men and women do thrive in those stricter rules, but plenty of women are virtuously feminine even if they might be less 'obviously' feminine. I would hope that the friends from your church are sincere and trying to be helpful, and I'm sorry that it seems like they're kind of shooting in the wrong direction. Finding fellowship is something I still really struggle with and I've found tumblr super helpful.

Keep praying and keep seeking God; conform yourself to Him and try to live righteously. You're so so welcome in the Christian life.

[spencers-x-reader-trashfire]

Sweetest dream

chapter one

pairings: Ai Hoshino x gn!reader

description: When you run into Ai Hoshino in a mcdonald's one cloudy afternoon, you don't expect to get a job. Now, you're the Hoshino Twins' part-time babysitter, all while you grow close to their mother.

tags: fluff, canon divergence

Also on Ao3

You're starving. You'd forgotten to eat breakfast that morning. You wandered through the streets of Tokyo, constantly checking the map on your phone for fast food restaurants within a five minutes walking distance.

You find a McDonald's, not too busy, since it's after the lunch rush hour. You order a meal for yourself, and sit down while you wait for your food.

You look up when you see the door open. A woman walks in, two children holding her hands. The woman looked around the same age as you, eighteen or nineteen. Were the two kids hers? You didn't think so. She looked too young to be their mother.

"You two go play in the playland while Mama orders food, okay?"

"Okay!" They both said, the girl more enthusiastic than the boy.

The toddlers skittered off to the play place, while the woman ordered her food. You catch a glimpse of her eyes. You could've sworn you'd seen them before. They were hidden behind sunglasses, despite it being a cloudy day.

You continue to stare at her, almost entranced by the way she moved. She had a grace to her step that reminded you of someone you had seen on TV once, though you couldn't put your finger on it.

They call you for your order, and you run to get it, starving as you were. You feel yourself collide with the woman, her sunglasses getting knocked off.

"I'm sorry," you say. You bend down to pick up her sunglasses. Your hands touch, and you catch a full glimpse of her eyes.

Now you recognize her. Ai, formerly of B-Komachi. She had just held her graduation concert a few months ago. She now had a blossoming career as a solo singer and voice actor. You weren't really one to keep up with idol culture, but even you knew about her.

What was she doing in a random McDonald's with two children? Were they her children? That didn't make sense. As far as you knew, idols were discouraged from dating, much less getting pregnant. And you could rule out the idea of them being adopted, since they looked so much like her.

"You've been staring at me for a while," she said. You snap out of your spiraling thoughts, looking back up at her. She gives you a cheeky smile, putting her glasses back on.

"Ai?" You say, in utter disbelief.

"Oh, you recognize me?" She asked. "Darn, I guess I need a better disguise."

You grab your food, returning to your seat. She follows you back, sitting down next to you.

"I thought coming after rush hour would keep me from getting recognized, but I guess I was wrong," she said.

You both turn your heads when you hear someone pounding on the plexiglass that separated the playland from the restaurant. There was one of Ai's kids, the girl in a pink dress, slamming her fist on the glass to try and get her mother's attention. Ai waved back

"Mama! Aqua's drowning in the ball pit!"

You have to suppress a laugh, partly from the sheer hilarity of a three year old thinking that her brother was drowning in a ball pit that was three feet deep at most, but also from the name Aqua.

"Sorry, I have to help my son," she says. She runs towards the play place, throwing open the door. You allow yourself a small chuckle.

She came back a few minutes later, carrying her son. He bore a striking resemblance to his mother, even at such a young age. He was scowling at you.

"I s'pose I should formally introduce myself," she says, holding out her hand. "I'm Ai."

"I know," you say. "And I'm _____"

She smiles, shaking your hand.

"Are you a fan?" she asks.

"Not quite," you say. "But it's nice to meet you."

You heard the sound of the girl running up to her mother. She practically slammed into Ai.

"A handshake costs ten thousand yen!" she says, holding out her hand. "Pay up."

"Ruby, they don't have to pay for a handshake," Ai says, scooping up her daughter in her arms.

"But-"

"Ruby, quit it," Aqua says.

"Are they really your kids?"

"Yes," Ai says. "But it's a secret."

She holds her finger to her lips, smiling.

She turns her head when her name is called. She goes to grab her food, bringing it back to the table.

"Do you two need high chairs?"

They both shake their heads. She helps them both up into the booth.

"Why don't you sit with us?" Ai asks. You nod, setting your tray down. You turn a blind eye when the girl — Ruby — steals your longest fry.

The kids looked around two or three years old, meaning that Ai had them when she was fifteen or sixteen, while she was still in B-Komachi.

"How did they not end up on the news," You ask, mouth full of food. "I would assume an idol like you would spark a lot of controversy for having kids."

"Oh, we kept it under wraps," she says, patting Aqua on the head. "It was a lot of work, but they've been kept a secret from the public."

Ruby goes to steal another fry, and you gently push her hand away. She laughs.

"I usually don't get a day off, so this is pretty special for us," she says. "Who would've thought being a mom and an idol is so hard?"

"I certainly would," you say.

"I wish I could find a babysitter," she says.

"I could help out," you say. "I'm pretty good with kids."

You need money, anyways. You don't have a job at the moment, so a part time job would be useful.

"Really?!" She asks. She takes both of your hands, looking into your eyes. "Thank you!"

You exchange contact information, before saying goodbye.

"I'll call you when I need you," she says. "And I'll pay you well."

"Thank you," you said.

"You're welcome."

[yellowwithalisp]

Omg I read your badass/motherly reader and what if she actually wants kids? I personally would take Mayday and be like "she's mine now" (like a neice) and HELPING MILES WITH HIS LOVE PROBLEMS that boy needs it

+ that tiktok sound "why are you yelling at him" that's reader with Miles. Just carries him out of the room and looking at Miguel.

Reader: don't test me I'll send my husband at you and then you'll beg me to make him stop

(sorry it's so long)

(Here you go! - yellow 💛🌻)

“So, you want to tell me why exactly you're yelling at him?”

I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest as I walked past miles and up to Miguel. Miguel rolled his eyes as he turned to face me.

“I'm sorry weren't you supposed to be on a mission?”

“I was.”

I said bluntly as I rolled my eyes right back at him. “Until I heard that someone was yelling at my son.”

“Your son-”

He started but then he closed his eyes and let out sigh.

“Esto no tiene nada que ver contigo!”

“No, no. Claramente lo es desde el momento en que le gritaste.””

I said as I put my hand on Miles's shoulder.

“So, if you’ll excuse us I'm going to take him to see his dad.”

“He’s not going-”

I said as it flipped Miguel off and pulled Miles away.

“Do not test me I'll send my husband at you and then you'll beg me to make him stop!’

I snapped as Miles looked back and forth between myself and Miguel as we walked away.

“Wait, wait- how- how did you know that he was-”

“Mother's instincts.”

I said as he walked out of the Miguel’s room. Hobie was leaning against one of the walls tuning his guitar when we both walked over to him.

“Hey, you both made i' ou' in one piece.”

“Ah-yeah.”

Miles said as he watched me walk up and kiss Hobie’s cheek.

“Guys an asshole.”

I said as Hobie just let out a chuckle. Reaching out to gently pat my shoulder as I walked over and stood next to him. Miles's eyes shifted a bit before looking back at me.

“Soo… When you said- your husband. when did that-”

“Oh, that's been a thing for a bi' now.”

Hobie said as I looked up to see Mayday falling down into my arms, along with Peter swinging in.

“Hey sorry I’m late. I got your text.”

I smiled down at Mayday before looking over at Peter. Miles looked back and forth between Peter and Hobie.

“Did you know about this?!”

Peter raised an eyebrow before looking back and forth at myself and Hobie.

“Oh yeah. I know about them.”

He said as I was smiling down and playing with Mayday. Hobie leaned against me a bit as he smiled, watching me play with Mayday.

“You won' one?”

Hobie whispered into my ear as Miles and Peter talked back and forth. I glanced up at him as Mayday grabbed my finger.

“Oh? Are we giving Miles a sibling?”

“You know we can hear you!?”

Miles said confused as he turned his head and looked over at us. Hobie chuckled as I smiled at him.

“Oh come on Miles.”

Hobie put his hands in his pockets as I looked back down at Mayday. “I think you having a sibling will be cute!”

Peter walked over to me and gently took Mayday back from me. “You know, you two have been a thing for a few years now.” He said as Mayday smiled up at him.

“I’m surprised that you two haven’t had a kid yet.”

“Well, she did "adopt" Miles already.”

Hobie teased as I gently elbowed him in the side rolling my eyes.

“Hey-hey- well. Sencs you two have been a thing. Maybe you know… Could help me with-”

“With Gwen.”

I said bluntly as an annoyed look on my face appeared. Peter and Hobie both looked at me as I shook my head.

“All I’ll say is. Don’t. If she really cared about you. Rules or not, she would have found a way to get to you.”

I said as my eyes glared at Peter for a moment, he’s eyes widened slightly before looking away with a sad look in them. Miles looked at me for a moment before looking down at the ground with a hurt expression.

“…. You should go hang out with Spider-Byte. She seems to like you.”

I said before I started to walk away from the group. Shooting out a web and swinging away. Hobie sighed as he closed his eyes and pushed himself off of the wall he was leaning against and swinging after me.

I open a portal to get back to my world, and Hobie swings in after me right before the portal closes.

“Love.”

He started as I sat down on my bed. I looked down at the ground as Hobie slowly sat down next to me.

“I know… I went too far.”

I mumbled as he gently put his hand on my shoulder.

“It’s fine. I understand, don’' bea' yourself up abou' i'. But, do you really think tha' abou' Gwen?”

“Any of them could have gone and seen him… At any time… Any place. they didn’t.”

I stared at him solemnly as we sat together on my bed. Hobie sighed as he took my hand in his, his thumb gently caressing my knuckles.

"I know she has always cared abou' Miles."

He looked deeply into my eyes as he spoke. “And I know you do too.”

“Any of them could have gone and seen him. He tried, so hard to be able to see them again…”

I said as I turned my head away from him. “People knew about him… And no one went to see him.”

His fingers started to gently run through my hair as we both sat there together. Just staring up at the ceiling, lost in our thoughts.

“We can’' change the pas'. We can’' make her decide to see Miles when she had the chance.”

Hobie looked at me with a sad expression on his face as he stared gently into my eyes.

“Miles needs you to be there for him, and he needs you to suppor' him no matter wha'.”

“You’re right, I do care about Miles.”

I said softly as I turned my head and faced Hobie.

“He’s been a lot to deal with. But he’s a good kid.”

I smiled gently up at him as he continued to brush his fingers through my hair.

“He didn’t deserve what happened to him…”

I said as I let out a sigh and looked back up at the ceiling.

Hobie looked down at me as he leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.

“Well.”

Hobie starts as he rolls onto his side.

“Maybe we could do tha' thing tha' we talked abou' before.”

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“The thing?”

“Yeah.”

He said before he smirked.

“Giving him a sibling. I think you need a good distraction for a bit.”

[bigstupid69]

They're all here now!!

Mischa was the first one I did so if his sheet looks off and poorly formatted it's cause it is…

Headcanons below the cut

Mischa

☣ Now before I say anything "why are all the boys with each other" uhm cause I was indecisive on if I liked starrypoet, spacerap, or nischa better, I still ship mischalia honestly sometimes even more. So I just threw the rest of them into the polycule regardless

☣ He is a short king, short Mischa truthers rise he is literally only an inch taller than Ocean, she probably intimidates him more than the other way away around (Need more absolutely unhinged Ocean's who are one point away from screaming at someone, Trinity theater Ocean changed my life/j)

☣ He's practically Ezra's adoptive older brother at this point, bond over the Saw franchise and ICP. He's surprisingly good with kids, like he's a good guy he just looks intimidating and crusty, which I did on purpose. But he is literally the sweetest one in the choir, super physically affectionate, gives good hugs.

☣ Along with Penny he also constantly looks like he's been shoved down a flight of stairs, which he claims is because he's gotten into fights. It's not, he just fell down the stairs like her. He wants to think he's all tough and everything but it's like the complete opposite, he's a dork.

Ricky

☄ They are best friends with pretty much everyone except Ocean for obvious reasons. Constance and them make Kandi together. He's wearing two Kandi necklaces on his uniform, both of them loosely based on the Kandi singlets I made for the choir members. (which of course you have no context to unless you're the like 5 people I've shown them to.)

☄ They're breaking so many dress code rules and the school is just too tired to care. Dyes his hair regularly with Constance, also I know lots of people love the Savannah Potts hc, it's cute!! But I physically cannot draw masc presenting people without shitty facial hair. It's an addiction. I'm so sorry.

☄ Their art style definitely is similar to the late 2000s anime style every shitty windows movie maker slideshow presentation had. with a mix of warrior cats and sparkle dogs. I couldn't really present that in the like 4 inch amount of space I gave myself.

☄ Him and Constance have matching tamagotchis, Noel also used to have one but it died and he sobbed for hours and never wanted to touch it again out of sheer guilt of killing a virtual pet.

Constance

♡ I'm ngl I like pretty much every Constance ship except for blackrose and kept seeing sugarspace art and thought it was cute. So there you go sugarspace crumbs, I'll draw them probably at one point.

♡ She is literally the reason why the choir is like mentally and physically stable. Course that's very mentally draining and never said it's a good thing!! She's probably pushed into the group therapist role at points, I hate the "mom friend" headcanon at points, it's accurate, but at points it can be really toxic, coming from personal experiences.

♡ She definitely shops at hot topic with Ricky and collects a bunch of really cheap fandom merch. Usually bracelets and necklaces, also really into styling hair. She braids Penny and Ocean's hair sometimes, and as mentioned before dyes her hair with Ricky.

♡ I don't like blackrose at all but they've dated for like… a day. It was not a great time. (Literally just one of those absolutely pointless middle school relationships that you forget about like immediately after a breakup)

[fluesterscherben]

Headcanons/Thoughts about a Fem!WWX/ Yiling Matriarch AU

If Wei Ying is a woman, then so is Jiang Cheng. I don't make the rules.

That means someone else has to be the heir, so obviously Jiang Yanli is a man in this universe. The dynamic doesn't change much (shige is just as caring and just as good at making soup and parenting his menaces as shijie was, a'Ying is just as chaotic and a free spirit as a'Xian and a'Cheng is still angry and jealous and prickly) but it does a tiny bit, because a male Jiang Yanli has a lot more responsibility on his shoulders and a female Jiang Cheng as a bit less of it, because she isn't the heir (but she's still her mother's daughter, so...only a bit.) Jiang Yanli has eldest daughter syndrome in any universe.

Madam Yu is a tiny bit less hostile than in canon, because yeah, she still thinks that girl is her husband's bastard, but even if she was recognized Wei Ying couldn't be a threat to the position of Madam Yu's son. So she's still pissed, but a tiny bit less.

Jin Zixuan is a woman and has three younger sisters. Why? Because a male heir was needed and her parents had to keep trying. Unfortunatly Jin Guangshan seems incapeable of having legitimate sons. (Meng Yao is still male. And Qin Su is male too, for hilarity's sake. - all of Jin Guangshan's bastards are sons and two of them are older than his eldest legitimate daughter.) That makes Jin Zixun the heir to Lanling Jin.

Nie Mingjue is a woman. She runs the Nie Clan with an iron fist, officially as her brother's regent. A lady of war, brandishing a blade red like the blood it has spilled. (Her brother doesn't want to inherit. He wants to lounge around like a wet blanket and paint dainty things forever! Why couldn't he have been born a younger sister to an older brother, he laments to his friends. Embroidery and accounting and getting married off far away from where he has to do saber practice every day sounds like a dream actually! "Poor a'Sang! You would have been such a good little sister!", Wei Ying coos dramatically. "Suck it up, Huaisang.", Jiang Cheng grumbles, "And don't you dare cry into my robes, that's silk you fucking heathen.")

Lan Xichen is the heir to Gusu Lan. He loves his little sister dearly and would do just about everything to ensure her hapiness. Yes, even argue with the clan elders. Just a tiny bit. His aunt is completely done with his behaviour. (Not that she's any better.)

Acting Sect Leader of the Gusu Lan is Teacher Lan, the Sect Leader's younger sister. Yes, Fem!Lan Qiren. Sue me. It's mostly because the Lan seperate male and female students, and for me that means that there must also be a division between male and female teachers. So to teach Wei Ying and hate her on sight Lan Qiren has to be a woman. Sorry, not sorry.

Lan Zhan is the first daughter and second child of the Lan Clan main family line. Nothing really changes about her other than her adopting a'Yuan causing a much larger scandal (because unmarried woman suddenly has a child is much worse than unmarried man suddenly has a child, duh).

Nie Huaisang befriends the Lotus Pier girls when Wei Ying sneaks into the men's part of the Cloud Recesses one night out of curiosity and runs into him while he's being a tortured artist (read: drawing filthy porn outside by flickering candlelight because his roommates are asleep).

After the destruction of Lotus Pier Jin Guangshan offers the Jiang support - if Jiang Yanli marries into the Jin Clan, effectively making Yunmeng Jiang a part of the Jin sect. The marriage happens, but Jiang Cheng takes over as Leader of Lotus Pier to keep it independent. (Nie Huaisang volunteers to marry into her family and support her because he's turning twenty soon and he really doesn't want to be sect leader. His a'Jie vetoes it.)

Jin Guangshan marries one of his daughters to a male Qin Su, knowing full well that the boy might be his son. The newly named Jin Guangyao is in charge of wedding preparations. He is the one Madam Qin tells to stop the wedding. Obviously he doesn't.

Mo Xuanyu is still a man (very short from malnorishment and with a very feminine face, but still a man) . He apologizes for that fact quite a lot in his notes when he offers his body to the Yiling Matriarch.

The Junior Quartet consists of a Lan boy, a Lan girl who doesn't give a flying fuck about the fact that the rules say she should be on an all girls team, the heir to Lanling Jin and the heir to Baling Ouyang.

[silent-raven13]

Flower Shop Across the Music Store

(AU: Miles works at a flower shop. Hobie owes his music Store.)

The sound of the machine printing out a long list of receipts had the young man ripped it off to had to the customer. "Here's your receipt. Remember no returns if it's open." The Punker said in a serious tone before going back to reorganizing some CDs.

The customer left with a nod before taking his leave with his skateboard in his other hand. The front door opens with its bell ringing, a group of three teenage boys wearing Y2K outfits; large baggy pants, and oversize shirts. Very old school style of New York, with Jordans, and timberlands.

Hobie glances over, "Manny, did you do your homework?" At a brown teenage boy wearing bright red oversize t-shirt, baggy pants and Jordans. The one called Manny had a buzz cut with one earring in his left ear, he sucked his teeth in with an eye roll.

"Man," Manny frowns at his adopted older brother, "I was."

"Oh yeh? Let me see it?" The owner of the shop asked.

"Come on, bro." Manny grunts.

"Don't give me that. Go to the back and do your homework. Those are the rules." Hobie crosses his arms. "Unless you wanna go back to yer mama?"

Manny groans, "No. But can I just go skate for a bit. I swear I'll be back at five and do my homework!"

"Alright. But I better see you here before those lights turned on." Hobie pointed at the lamp lights on the street. "I'm gonna make jerk chicken and rice and peas! So you better get home by dinner time."

"Ight, bro! I will." Manny walks out with his friends going to the park to skate and hang out.

The punker merely rolled his eyes, he felt more like a dad to this kid than a brother at times. He heard the boys calling all at once, then one of them said, "Aye, look over there! it's a gonna be a Flower shop."

"Nah, mane. Who goes buy flowers?" A friend of Manny said.

"Who knows but it's better than that wack ass junk store."

"Ya that place was cover in dust."

Hobie saw the boys walking away laughing, he peeks over the shop across his store to find a flower shop being set up. Huh, he never noticed that. The Grand Opening show it's today with a free rose.

Two older Latina women went inside the shop to buy some flowers, coming out with their own bouquets. The punker arched his eyebrows being interested in the shop, during his lunch break he decided to go check it out.

Of course, by the looks on the Flower Shop it look a bit to posh for the neighborhood of Brooklyn. So he wore his black leather jacket and went full Punk on his aesthetics to see if the owners would freak out. He's biggest worry if it's a rich white owner trying to take over a black and brown neighborhood.

"Not on my watch!" He thought to himself before going over to the flower shop.

The door bing with an automatic ringer whenever the door open. The flower shop is small, but had many beautiful flowers with decent prices. "Coming." Hearing a male voice.

Hobie checks around seeing a lot of roses, so many in different types from white to pink to yellow to the iconic red ones. Then, he heard footsteps behind him. He turns around as he heard, "Sorry about that. I was setting up the vases behind the counter."

The moment Hobie's eyes saw the young man, it felt like love at first sight. He never seen anyone so beautiful in his life. The young cashier had big hazel eyes with a cute wide nose and dimple wide smile with those plump lips. The young man have dark skin and coily tapered Afro, with earrings on both ears. He wore an apron over his sunny yellow collar shorts and overalls that have Sunflower embroidered and OG Jordans.

"Uhhh..." Hobie felt like he was styling a sun by the way this man's face glows so brightly.

"Hm?" The cashier tilted his head to the side with those big doe eyes.

The punker saw the cashier's name tag, "Miles. Um, are you the owner?"

"Me? Nah, this is my aunty's shop. I'm working here part time." He looked worried, "Oh do you need to speak to her? My aunty and Uncle will be here tomorrow!"

Hobie never thought he would see someone this cute. "No. No-no!" He raised his hand up, "It's all good. I just wanna say I own a music shop across the street."

"OH! I always wanted to go there! You're the owner! Wow, you dress so cool." Miles' big hazel eyes gleams with excitement.

"Heh, I guess so. It's pretty crappy."

"Oh, I don't think so." Miles giggles, "I think it gives a bit of personality."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mmhmm."

"Never thought it that way." Hobie crosses his arms then slowly asked, "So, what you got for sale?"

"We got twelve dollar bouquets roses." Miles pointed out, "They are small but enough to be romantic." He to hold a bequest of Sunflowers, "Sorry, I need to fix this." He wanted to have the Sunflower flowers their own attention.

"Huh, you look like a Sunflower." Hobie's hand reach out to touch Miles' cheek, "Sunflower." There eyes met.

The young man felt his body heated up by this handsome Punker. Seeing him so tall and having Heterochromia eyes made him look so damn cool and attractive. "Oh, no one ever called me that or any flower."

"I think Sunflower fits you perfectly. Anyway, I like to buy that Sunflower." He offer.

"Oh this one?" Miles is holding it with great care.

This is what Hobie wanted to hold Miles and the best way was that Sunflower. He casually chuckles, "I like that one."

'Okay, I'll ring it up for you." The cashier nodded heading to the front desk to charge the flower. The two stay quiet it until Hobie couldn't take it anymore.

"Here, luv. Maybe you need a discount from her." He slid his phone number on a piece .

"Ehh?" Miles felt his cheeks warm when seeing the phone number on a piece of paper. "Don't you think that's old school?" His hazel eyes onto the punker.

"So? I wanna make my point across." The Punker flirted.

"Okay... but I didn't catch your name." The cashier went to wrap the sunflower.

"Hobie. Hobie Brown." He grins at Miles. "Let me take you out for a cup of coffee."

"I do like coffee." Miles flirted with him, having this warm smile. He could stare at Hobie's one silver blue eyes and the other being brown.

"Yeah." Hobie flirted back, "Hopefully, you and I can go further like dinner or a movie."

"Hehehe," The cashier giggles, "I would like that if things go well."

"I think you and I both know, luv, that we're gonna get along super well with each other." He smirks at him.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

The two were staring into each other having big smiles on their faces. Miles couldn't help but be attractive to the punker. "What about tonight?"

"Cup of coffee?"

"Maybe or a movie, since you already said we fit goo together." Miles hums having to charge the Sunflower. "That'll be five thirty five."

"Heh, alright." Hobie grins having to pull out his wallet to pay in cash, "How about this? I take you to a nice Dominican restaurant down there, and see where it goes."

"OKay. I do like Dominican food." Miles' eyes on him, they were interested.

"Alright, when you get off?"

"Around five. My uncle comes by to help close the shop." Miles said, "I'll be ready by then."

"Okay, I'll come by. I normally close shop early too." Hobie grins at the cashier. "See you then, Sunflower."

"See you, Hobie." He smiles at him watching him leave the store.

Hobie could only fantasize about Miles and the smell of Sunflowers just reminds the punker of him. His heart race thinking about it, then he remembers about his adopted brother.

He quickly texted him.

Hobie: Yo, I got a date at five. You can hang out with your friends longer.

Manny: Sweet, can I stay over at Luis till ten?

Hobie: Sure. Do your homework!

Manny: Sure thing bro.

Hobie smirks with that. Now he gotta think what to wear for this date. God, he knows this is the one. His soul mate, he could feel it in his bones!

[theerurishipper]

Marinette a cruel person tbh. Even a psychopath or hell maybe im raising the bar a little too high but a stranger would be able comfort ChatNoir seeing his situation. The New York special and him spiraling made me despise her because someone fucking died to make this partnership work.... this isn't even inconsistent characterization from past seasons this is very consistent she's always been like this. Girl ain't willing to even see what underneath the mask eh? or believe he has other things to do besides fucking risking his life as a teenager im surprised their dynamic lasted as long as they did because she comes off very cold when it comes to her partner compared to Alya. Why she like that hell if I know had it been me i'd cuss her out or at least tell her off. How the hell you don't comfort a human being when they show their insecurities I don't know especially someone you've worked along with that saves paris numerous times.

I gotta ask if Chat Noir was more vocal and angry and actually lost it on her would it finally stick it in her damn head that he isn't someone who pops into existence defeating akumas but a very real boy underneath? You know I have know fucking clue personally what is so hard for her about that being a respectful partner and understanding that Chat is human. I remembered in origins he took more of a leading approach I think sorry my memory is dogcrap these days and yet he encouraged her and gave her confidence what so hard returning the favor back?

I mean, comparing her to Chloe? That's like choosing between a rock and a hard place. Chloe's got that villainess aura, sure, but at least she's upfront about it what expectation is there to be had for a cannon fodder villain like Chloe with a creator who hater her to the point even in-universe she still the story punching bag . Now Marinette, oh please, she's got this pristine "heroine white lotus" thing going on. It's like she can do no wrong, and the world just eats it up.

And don't get me started on Ephemeral. Talk about a masterclass in betrayal! She pulls a stunt that would make Judas proud, corrupts herself with power, and what? No consequences, no rules, just a free pass to wreak havoc. Must be nice living in Marinette's world where the rules only apply to us mere mortals.

And let's not forget her emotional boy toys, Luka and Adrien, just waiting there like loyal lapdogs, ready to clean up the mess she leaves behind. It's the Marinette show, and everyone else is just playing supporting roles in her drama.

But hey, who needs nuance when you've got that heroine Marinette halo shining so bright? It's the perfect excuse for her to mess up royally, and everyone will still be there, cheering her on with no accountability taken . The world's her playground, and we're just living in it.

I'm sorry for ranting it's just im done with her sorry if I made it negative for you.

Calling her a psychopath is too harsh ngl. I disagree with you on that. I don't think we should be throwing around words like that lightly.

But I do agree with your overall point. Very harsh, but pretty close to the mark. I also personally wouldn't compare her to Chloe, but then again, that all went out of the window after the Season 5 finale. I wouldn't call her cruel or evil, but she does benefit from the protagonist centered morality the show adopted in Season 4. Chat Noir shouldn't expect anything from her, and he should apologize for her mistakes because she can do no wrong. It sucks.

Thank you for your ask!

[fandomizer]

I'm OK

Avengers x teen! reader

Captain America x adopted! Daughter! Reader

Tony Stark x teen! Reader

Male oc! x teen! Reader

TW: Death, Blood, Killing, Neglection, Swear words, Drug use, Underage drinking, Not proof read, A bit of insult? And someone making fun of anorexia?

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"... Aaand this is your room. You like it?" the woman with pink flowers on her blue dress asked to the teen girl who was dressed in all black. When the woman saw the misarable look in her face she continued "The dinner will be served in an hour, so why don't you unpack your things?"

"Whatever." [Y/N] murmured after looking around one last time.

"If you need anything I'll be downstairs." without saying anything she went to her new bed which had purple blankets on and put her brown holdall on it. Then she turned around to see if that woman was still with her and to her liking, she wasn't.

[Y/N] was laying on her side when she heard someone knocking on the door right before that someone came in her room uninvited. "Ms. Eloise asked me to say the dinner is ready." a girl a lot younger than [Y/N] said with a cheerful voice.

"I'm not hungry."

"I don't think she will buy that." she said giggling. "My name is Daisy, by the way." when the older girl didn't respond, the little one's smile dropped. [Y/N], who had seen this said. "[Y/N]."

"Nooow, you are coming with me!" Daisy's excited shout made [Y/N] look at her with wide eyes. "Come ooon!" Daisy whined after trying and failing miserably at draging her out of the bed.

"Umm, no." [Y/N]'s voice came out more stark than she meant it to, but this would work too. "And please, just leave me alone." and with that Daisy was no longer seeing her face.

Did only [Y/N] straighten up when she heard the door close. [Y/N] could hear Ms. Eloise's voice. She was climbing the stairs.

Are you scared of what's to come?

"[Y/N]." Speaking of the devil.

"Yes, Ms. Eloise." annoyed [Y/N] said.

Ms. Eloise stood at the door with her back against the doorframe. "Why don't you come down to eat with us?"

"Like I've said to your little minion before I'm not hungry."

"Firstly you can't be mean like that just because you're sad. And secondly if you really aren't hungry you don't have to eat. But here we have some rules and one of them is to attend the dinner table for all meals."

"What if we're sick?" [Y/N] asked sassily. "'Cause if it's all it takes I don't feel so good."

"Everyone's sick here [Y/N], that's why we have this rule." Ms. Eloise said copying her sassy tone. "Now, get up."

If you leave then who will the next one be?

[Y/N] was an observer as the thing she did had required it. There were eight people at the table with her. "Another anorexic, huh?" a black long wavy haired girl said.

[Y/N] cut in as Ms. Eloise was about to say something. "Wow, that was a low blow even for– Sorry what was your name again? Oh, wait you didn't say it as you were too busy assuming things."

"So you've got anger issues too. Ohh~ What a combo."

"Sandra that's enough!" the boy who was sitting next to the guesser told sharply. His black hair was covering his eyes, especially his left eye, but not enough for [Y/N] to not see what color they were. His eyes were a pretty shade of brown, not too light nor too dark. A perfect tone that fit his looks well.

"Please let Sandra finish."

"You think you are cool?" a smirked formed on [Y/N]'s lips to that.

"I hella am."

"You little–"

"Kids that's enough!" Ms. Eloise's shout made everyone shut up and look at their plates. Everyone except for the boy whose eyes drifted to [Y/N] from time to time.

Will he do the same or will he let you see?

"Lights out in five!" again, Ms. Eloise's voice reached to every corner of the building. [Y/N] got changed into her brown pj's with bunny ears on the hood of it. She looked at her reflection which no longer looked like her with black circles under her [E/C] eyes. She took the part of the blanket in her right hand and began to pull at it till it was enough for her to slip under it. She laid her eyes on the white ceiling.

It was comforting. The blankets, the bed, the darkness and the silence. Then the calming moment was ruined by four knocks on the door. "I jinxed it as always." she mumbled to herself then added "Come in." it was much louder than her mumble for obvious reasons.

"Hewwo! I just wanted say good night! Sooooo, good night [Y/N]!" Daisy came and go within seconds. [Y/N] for a second thought that the little girl sounded so cute saying 'Hewwo!' reminding her her old self. Those innocent, pure and easy times. Shaking her head, she returned to her staring competition with the ceiling.

"Twank you so much for choosing me. I won't let you down, sir captain." a little girl with [H/C] hair said, sounding so polite whilst doing so.

"Yeah sure, uhh it's nothing kid." his voice came out so stern which made the little one a bit scared.

...

"This is her?"

"Yes." [Y/N] was standing there looking around with her big curious [E/C] eyes.

...

"Dusk, come with us."

"Dusk?" [Y/N]'s little voice was so pure and full with curiosity as she asked so. The red head could feel the emotional weight taking it's place in her. Guilt. That's what she felt. Guilt.

...

"Dusk, we need you to hack them. Can you do that?" the bow man said after he put a file of people who they needed hacked in front of [Y/N], who was twelve years old.

"Sure can do."

...

"I don't think I'm suitable for field missions tho'" [Y/N] who was going to be sixteen years old in a week.

"I don't remember asking your opinion!"

"I'm just saying that my powers have no use in battle field. In the end I can only control technology." she was getting more annoyed with the Avengers every passing day.

"Why can't you just do as you are told?!" with that her adoptive father got out of the room.

You don't have to hurt, you don't have to hurt anymore

From there it was just bits and pieces. First smithereens of glass were flying to [Y/N].

Then a man with a gas mask approached her.

A rope. A gun.

With a little time, take a look and find what you're searching for

A knife with a bloody edge

Hands covered in red

Doesn't feel okay

Feeling like everything is fake

No one is around

So the drugs are the only way.

Drugs are the on–

With a loud shaky breath [Y/N]'s eyes snapped open. She put her hand on her so fast pounding heart. She looked around in paranoia checking every corner of the room, after the sixth time did she then stopped looking and closed her eyes to try and take control of herself.

She got out of the bed then her room and made a beeline to kitchen to get a cup of water. She was about to get back upstairs when she heard singing coming from the porch.

"You are broken on the floor

And you're crying, crying"

She slowly made her way to living room's window, peeking from the window to see who this mysterious singer was. She was shocked to say any least when she saw the boy with pretty eyes.

"He has done this all before

But you're lying, lying"

She went to door and froze in place, left hand holding onto the door knob when heard the next lines.

"To yourself, that he'll find help

That he will change to someone else"

These lyrics sounded familiar. Too familiar for her liking. Without her knowledge she had opened the door as quite and slow as a turtle would.

"Standing by the door

Looking fasci-fascinated

Didn't meet before

Nice to, nice to see 'ya

Maybe you

Should come out off the dark

Wondering if I'm OK

Changing the lyrics for myself

And watching me for more

Waiting for more"

"You can come here, you know?" the boy's voice was as pretty as his eyes if not better. [Y/N] didn't expect to get caught this early but not everything could go as she wanted. "Hi." the boy added after she moved out of the darkness of the house.

"Hi." [Y/N] said shyly and to that a smile formed on the boy's face.

"Why are you up this early?" the boy asked teasingly.

"Could ask the same." [Y/N] answered without losing a beat.

"Touché." his sweet smile turned into a bigger one as he stood up from his sitting-point. "Name's Ean." stretching out his hand for a shake said 'Ean'.

"[Y/N]." she returned his handshake having no idea what this was the start of.

But you're broken on the floor

Still asking him for more

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I hope you liked it.

I know this part didn't have avengers in it but this had to be done if I am gonna write a part 3.

Sooooo, Pt3?

Oh, and sorry 'Cuz I don't know how this note things work.

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[cochidinh]

The illness hit my brain again and I will ramble about why I like the Ota tribe. Again. Yes. Again.

I mean, look

Soooooooo badass, right?!

The 5 characters in the photo come from Ota City, where polluted by industry, and has become a slum filled with crime. That's why they are Ota Tribe.

When they first appeared in the anime, I didn't even see the art above, what I saw was a group of people wrapped in robes and looking like beggars asking for money. When Haru (one of the main characters) gave them a piece of candy, it was enough to make them happy and I was like "Aww they do look a bit weird but it's cute somehow"

no shit. they fucking blew up the mansion after taking the gold with them. But still...cute? (sorry the mansion owner, you have too many girls with you, I'm jealous). In short, that's enough for me to have a basic opinion about these characters.

They steal, but they are also not picky with what they get. They are chaotic, but they have their own rule.

I look at the cast of characters in the anime and it's funny, not counting the NPCs that look like they're copied and pasted, the main cast is like this

I swear the air and water in Ota are polluted from the dye factory or something that's giving them that edgy emo make-up aesthetic look (Oh don't worry Saigo you look great, and Yukigaya you look adorable)

I looked at this team and the only thing that popped into my head was that they were all picked up from the trash can and taken to a garbage dump (effortlessly) by Sonoda.

Sonoda is the ermmm pretty boy with the mask in the center. Yeah I know he looks normal and you can find a bunch of white-haired anime guys like him or whatever. That's right, why are you wearing a shirt, tie and bow-tie shoes in this city? Are you a lost high school student or are you trying to look more mature with that style? (It's suit you <3) and I still love this photo of you.

Even though he's an asshole, I have to admit that his looks are so deceiving. His eyes are very sad, he drags out the last syllable, he apologizes when people tell him he's not allowed to do that (still does), and he likes to bring food home to share with everyone ( even though it contains explosives). He beats and kills people because he likes it, oh what an atrocity. Best boy ever. We should throw him down the drain.

He already lives in such a stinky place? whoops

Haneda Kiyoshiro. yeah that baby face boy. yeah. He is obsessed with his leader. In a best-worst way that makes you back and forth between "he has a crush on Sonoda" and "He wants to crush Sonoda". It's very complicated but I wrote a fic on ao3 about him so you can check it out-

anw I was a bit surprised because I thought they had dumb luck when it came to making this and that machine but honestly, they're pretty good, aren't they? Especially Haneda's birthday fact, he used paper to write down and analyze Sonoda's behavior. I thought that the Ota tribe was completely illiterate, they couldn't read and never had a book or something ToT (It's all because the battle with Minato was so impressive)

Yukigaya, girl, so cute I want to adopt her. She's always hungry and eats cakes all the time, but she's still 44kg?? girl u okay???

Asahikawa, the joker gremlin. He is. everything. I'm sorry for calling you joker. You are funny, always happy and smiling but your taste in music is...urg...

Saigo. Everyone needs a big man in their team. He looks the most normal but I don't know? He is on good terms with all the members. But is there really a normal person in Ota?