#THIS LADY IS OLDER THAN ME AND WORKS ALSO AT A DAYCARE

[actuallysaiyan]

#bacon.depression #I have been gone 2 days from work and i am asked questions i do not have the answers to #why #i do not understand #THIS LADY IS OLDER THAN ME AND WORKS ALSO AT A DAYCARE #AND HER SON IS WORSE #WHY ARE THEY SCHEDULED TOGETHER #THEY NEVER FINISH THEIR EASY ASS TASKS #ughhhhhh plz i need patience to get through the next 30 mins

[neonghostlights]

A/N: I promise the story will start to pick up soon. Let me know what you think about this.

Summary: You haven’t been the same since you woke up in the hospital with memory loss after the earthquake hit Hawkins. When strange things start happening and you feel like you’ve started losing your mind, a group of strangers offer to help. Even though you’ve never met them before, they seem to know you better than you think.

Warnings: Blood, Hallucinations, Brief mention of religion, this series is 18+ only.

Word count: 2k

Eddie Munson x fem reader

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Part Two

You were off on Saturdays. Saturdays were good. Saturdays were safe. 

You never had any plans. So, the weekends were the days that you took care of the house and yourself. You would catch up on any housework you had neglected during the week, watch movies, eat junk food, and also work on any simple house renovations. 

The ability to keep yourself distracted with boring tasks didn’t help exactly. At least you didn’t have to go to work and put on a mask and try not to have any more breakdowns in the bathroom.

You tapped your pen in a rhythmic beat against the notepad that had your scribbled to do list on it. Find a new job, you wrote on the very bottom of the list. 

The options in Hawkins were limited. Even before the quake. The thought of having to spend anymore time in that daycare made you cringe. It wasn’t that you hated kids, you loved kids. Before your injury you were taking classes to become a teacher. You learned quickly that your brain no longer focused on things like it used to so school seemed like an impossible task now. 

Maybe one day. 

Today was a good day. The nightmares were fuzzy enough to leave too much of a lasting impression. Honestly, the only way you realized you were having a nightmare at all was the awful feeling of dread. 

You’d take the feeling of dread over having to see someone die over and over again. 

The feeling followed you through the day. Causing your heart to speed up and your stomach to drop at random times. 

Even now as you wandered through the aisles of the grocery store. You had to constantly remind yourself that you weren’t dreaming anymore. This was real life and you were safe. 

The wheels of your shopping cart squeaked with each turn as you slowly grabbed each item off of your list. One last stop at the frozen foods section and you were free to go home. Maybe rent a movie and pig out on some snacks. Be normal like you used to be before you had a broken mind. Before you were too scared to fall asleep. 

You rounded the corner to the aisle. A chill broke out across your skin from the lines of freezers causing you to shiver. You rubbed your arms, trying to regain some warmth as you pondered on what frozen meal you should have next. 

The hum of the freezers seemed to grow louder the longer you stood there. Your reflection in the glass looked grim and distorted as it stared back at you. 

Without thinking, you stepped closer to the glass. Your nose was practically pressed against the cold surface as you stared at your features. Something was off about your looks but you couldn’t exactly put your finger on it. You just looked different, wrong. Maybe it was the lighting or the fact that you couldn’t sleep but something about you seemed darker or misplaced. 

A cold hand on your arm drew your attention away from the reflection, causing you to jump. The older lady stared at you wide eyed. Your surprise must have startled her too. 

“Hi, honey. Didn’t mean to scare you. I was calling your name back there but you seemed a little distracted,” she said as she looked at the freezer and then back to you with a concerned look. You gave your best attempt at a smile, which looked more like a painful grimace. 

“Hey, Miss Joan,” you said breathily. Still shaken up by her sudden appearance. Miss Joan lived on the same street you had grown up on. She was the self-proclaimed neighborhood watch and she took her job very seriously.  

“Haven’t seen you in a while, dear. You really should come visit your mom more.” She hid her scold behind her best smile. If you hadn’t grown up around her or been on the receiving end of her famous scold smiles then you probably wouldn’t have noticed it. 

“Just been busy these days,” you retorted. You tried to sound as pleasant as possible to not allow her to see her comment had gotten to you but your words came out snappier than intended. You really just wanted to get out of there. 

“Oh, I know you’ve had a lot going on,” she frowned and patted your arm again. If she noticed your flinch she must have ignored it. “I’ve been praying for you in church every Sunday. You should really join us sometimes. I think it would be really good for your soul after everything that happened.”

You could feel the confusion on your face. What could have happened to affect your soul? Last time you checked head injuries didn’t damn you to Hell. She had said it like there was some kind of secret message laced in her words. “What are you talking about?” You demanded harshly. 

Miss Joan frowned at your tone and demeanor. She opened her mouth to speak again. Most likely to chastise you for the way you had spoken to her. 

“Mom, there you are.” You recognized her daughter Betty as she came up and wrapped her arm around her mother. “Hi,” she smiled politely at you before she spoke to her mother again in a reprimanding tone, “We really need to go or we’ll be late. Come on.”

Before she was able to successfully pull her mother away, Miss Joan reached into her purse and shoved a pamphlet in your hand. “Just something for you to keep in mind, dear.” Betty looked at you apologetically before walking away with her mother in tow. You could hear their harsh whispers echoing from the next aisle over. 

Shoving the pamphlets in your bag to be forgotten about, you decided to check out and leave the store to avoid any more excitement. 

When you finally loaded your groceries into the trunk and collapsed into the front seat you realize that you never did grab what you needed from the frozen food section.

You decided to stop by the local video rental place on the way home. You needed a distraction after what had happened at the grocery store. You knew that if you sat and thought about what Miss Joan had said it would just make you angrier. 

Plus, you had already bought the microwaveable popcorn.

The ‘Help Wanted’ sign taped to the window fluttered as you walked in. A bell dinged notifying the people at the counter of your presence. Four heads turned into your direction when you entered the doorway. 

Two people stood behind the counter. The girl you couldn’t place but you recognized the guy as Steve Harrington from school. At least you were pretty sure it was Steve Harrington. He definitely wasn’t someone you had thought of for a while. He would be the last person you would expect to work at a video rental store. 

The other two people stood beside the counter. A younger teen with curly hair and a floral shirt stared at you wide eyed, like you had interrupted some sort of secret meeting. But it wasn’t him you paid most of your attention to. Eddie Munson stood beside him, also staring at you in shock. You couldn’t tell if the shock was good or bad. 

The looks they gave you were weird, but not as weird as the fact that Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson seemed to be having a friendly conversation before you had interrupted with your presence. They definitely did not seem like the type to be friends. And from what you remember from school, Steve Harrington was the king of the jerks. 

You awkwardly turned down a random row of shelves. Immediately regretting your decision to come here in the first place. You could feel their eyes burning into the back of your skull. Maybe they thought you were stealing or something. If you just left now without getting anything then it would just make them think that even more. 

You browsed the selection in the row you were in until the light above you started to flicker, triggering a headache. Reaching up you rubbed your temple softly as you turned to a new row of shelves. Not caring what section you were in, you just needed to get away from the light. 

You were only there for a moment before the lights in the new aisle started to flicker too. This had to be a sick joke played by the universe. Your head pounded as you grabbed a random movie from the shelf to quickly read the title. Prepared to just grab whatever at this point and run to the check out so you could get the hell out of there. 

When you looked down to see what movie you grabbed, you found your hands covered in a thick layer of blood. 

Gasping, you dropped the movie to the ground with a thud. 

You immediately wiped your hands on your shirt in a desperate attempt to get the blood off of you. The strong rusty salt smell attacked your nose making you gag. It seeped into your top staining your clothes and skin as you kept frantically wiping. The amount of blood grew the more you tried to clean it off. 

Breathe, you tried to remind yourself but the air wasn’t moving into your lungs as you wanted. Only making you panic even more. 

The feeling of a tap on your shoulder made you scream and curl into yourself protectively. 

“Woah, hey. Are you okay?” 

You knew that voice. You had just heard it yesterday at the gas station. 

You opened your eyes to find Eddie Munson standing beside you with his hands raised in an attempt to calm you. 

You must have looked crazy standing in the middle of a video rental store covered in blood. But when you looked down at yourself there was no blood at all. The light wasn’t even flickering anymore. 

The only item out of place was the movie you had dropped lying between your feet. 

“I’m fine,” you croaked out, leaning down to pick up the movie before Eddie decided to do it himself. 

“Are you sure? You seem a little shook up.” His voice was full of concern or pity. You couldn’t tell for sure. What a weird world. Eddie Munson was taking pity on you. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Steve peeking around the shelving to see what was happening. 

You forced a smile. “Yeah, I thought I saw a spider or something.”

You really hoped that running into Eddie wasn’t going to become a common occurrence. 

He didn’t look too convinced as you turned around to go to the checkout counter with the movie. The younger kid still stood by the counter watching you with wary eyes as you approached. The girl behind the counter gave you a warm but nervous smile, like she wasn’t sure what to do. 

As she was bagging the movie you interrupted, “I saw the sign in the window. Can I please get an application too?”

She looked at you in shock for a second before she schooled her features. “Sure!” She chirped before grabbing one and putting it in the bag with your rental. “I thought you were working at that daycare though?” She asked. 

“Just need something different. Thank you,” you said politely as you made your way quickly to the exit. 

As you made your way out you could see Steve and Eddie in the middle of a heated discussion where you had left them. You could have sworn you heard your name as you walked out the door. 

You woke up in an uncomfortable position on the couch later that night. The movie had done nothing to hold your attention causing you to doze off only fifteen minutes in. 

The TV was completely static as you got up to switch it off. You would worry about rewinding the tape later. 

As you trudged to your bed a random thought popped in your head that had your heart sinking. 

How did that stranger at Family Video know where you worked?

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[sweetandgentlecreature]

Colder Weather

Author’s Note: Hey, y’all! This week has been crazy. Between work and getting the kiddo started off at the new daycare, I’ve barely had time to hop on here. My TBR is crammed full for this weekend though, and I can’t wait to read all the new works that have come out! This is Part 5 of Somethin’ Sweet, loosely based on the song Colder Weather by the Zac Brown Band. I’m in the process of moving all of the parts to AO3, so keep an eye out for me there as well. Thanks for reading!! 

Summary: Sy learns the truth.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female OC 

Warnings:  Depictions of anxiety and PTSD triggers, talks of past relationships, adult language, and lots of angst. I am an adult, and due to the nature of this content, all works created by me will be rated for those 18 years and older. Minors, DNI.

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Sy was out of his comfort zone. He felt so out of place here, sitting alone, a thousand miles away from home. The lights were low; the music was loud. His shirt felt a little too tight, even after he’d loosened the button up top. It seemed to fit just fine when he’d put it on a couple of hours ago, but here, now, he was smothering. At least she didn’t make him wear a tie. Or worse, his dress blues. Fuck that.

 Most people were drunk by now, stumbling around the dance floor and singing off-key while he nursed the same beer he’d had since cocktail hour. He would’ve loved to let loose, to throw back a couple more and let his two left feet lead him out to the dance floor. In another life, maybe he would have. Heavy bass thumped loudly from the speakers as sweaty bodies bumped and grinded to the beat. He was equal parts surprised and impressed by the sheer mass of rap lyrics his girlfriend knew. He didn’t even know she listened to rap. 

They’d met her parents earlier that day, when they’d gone out to use their kitchen. Merrin had done as much prep work on the cake as she could beforehand, but that also meant that they had to drive the 16-hour trek north rather than fly. They seemed like nice enough people. Her father had a firm handshake when he welcomed them inside. For such a petite woman, her mother’s bear-hug nearly knocked the wind out of him. He could see her in their faces; her father’s eyes, her mothers nose and lips. That smile, though…that was all her own. The walls were lined with photos, framed milestones from every era of her life. Pigtails and wide eyes of childhood; shiny braces on the smiles of adolescence; awkwardly posed prom photos and graduation announcements; anything he wanted to know, anything he wanted to see displayed proudly on the walls of her childhood home. He liked seeing the little glimpses into her life before him, and made him curious about their future. Would their children have her eyes? Maybe they’d get that dimple in their chin, just like he has. 

Merrin seemed very close with her father. Watching them together made his heart ache, just a bit. He wished he’d had that kind of relationship with his father. It felt childish to be jealous of that, considering his circumstances. Clayton Sr. had gone to serve overseas when Sy was just a kid. He’ll never forget the look on the officer’s face when he answered the door that day. He’ll never unhear the cries of anguish from his mama, crumpled to her knees on the front porch as they delivered the awful news. Sy didn’t cry that day, or any day since. He was the man of the house now. He had to be strong for her. Sitting here now, he ran a hand down his face and sat back heavily against his chair. He knew what he had to do, if he wanted that kind of bond with his own kids someday. Some things would have to change. 

The tempo changed, as did the mood on the dance floor. Some people left for the bar to get a refill, some paired off to sway to the music. Sy groaned softly as he stretched his legs, when a delicate hand was placed on his shoulder. A soft, familiar voice pulled him from his thoughts. “Care to show an old lady to the dance floor, Captain?” When he met her eyes, he couldn’t help but smile. 

“Pardon me, ma’am, but I don’t see an old lady anywhere. I’d be more than happy to dance with you, if you’ll have me.” Pushing himself to stand, he offered his hand to Merrin’s mother and let her lead him out to the floor. He let her guide him into proper form, taking his hand and placing it politely on her waist and letting the other fall into his open palm as they swayed. He was mindful not to step on her toes, and though she could feel the tension in his shoulder, she didn’t seem to mind his fumbling. She squeezed him gently, reassuring, and beamed up at him. 

“You’re light on your feet. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” she teased. Sy chuckled and shook his head, the tips of his ears burning bashfully.

“Thank ya, ma’am. My mama taught me ta’-”

“Oh, please Clayton. Call me Lisa.”

He laughed again and relented. Mama Syverson would never stand for that, but be it as she was many, many miles from here, he felt safe enough to comply. “Right,” he grinned. “Thank ya, Lisa.”

They fell into a comfortable silence as they swayed together. Glimmers of light danced from the disco ball and painted the room in fleeting beams. Lisa’s gaze shifted to settle just past him as she spoke again, drawing his along with it. 

“She seems good. We’ve been so worried about her since she left home.”

At the bar, Merrin was up next. She’d stopped off to grab them each a beer and hadn’t noticed them yet. Sweeping those beautiful mahogany locks over her shoulder, she leaned across the bar to place her order over the noise of the crowd. The dress she’d picked was perfect, a satin little number with delicate straps and a split up one thigh. It hugged every delicious curve perfectly, and she nearly knocked him on his ass when she’d first come out of the bathroom with it on. It took him a moment to pull his attention back to the woman who stood before him, and he nodded as she spoke. 

“Yeah, things are good. She keeps busy with the shop. You should see the line that waits for her to open every mornin’.”

Lisa’s expression changed. Apparently, they weren’t on the same page. Was there more to be concerned about, besides her youngest child moving clear across the country? What was he missing?

“That’s…that’s good,” she said softly, then took a breath. “She hasn’t told you, has she?”

Told him what? Sy’s mind raced as he tried to gauge his girlfriend’s mother’s tone. Had Merrin been keeping something from him? Standing dumbly in front of Lisa, he waited for her to continue. They stopped moving altogether as she braced his shoulders. 

“Oh, honey…I thought you knew. The reason Mer left the Springs was because of Travis. She’d been living down at Fort Carson with him when he got shipped out. They’d never been apart, not for a second, ever since high school. She’d call home every week just to read me the newest letter she’d gotten in the mail.”

Sy’s heart beat out of his chest as he urged her on. He swallowed thickly, but his mouth was too dry to soothe the sting from the bile that built up in the back of his throat. Lisa’s eyes shifted down to her feet for a moment, then back up again. 

“Travis, he…he didn’t make it home. Mer was heartbroken. The day after the funeral, she packed up and left. Couldn’t stand to be here anymore. Reminded her too much of what could’ve been.” She squeezed his arms to get his attention again, but his mind was miles away. “You can’t do that to her, Clayton. We were shocked to hear about you. We thought she’d learned that lesson. You seem like a great guy, truly, but there’s still time. You have to let her go. If something happens to you, she won’t be able to recover.”

He could barely hear the rapid beating of his heart over the loud ringing in his ears. The room was closing in, and he couldn’t breathe. His hands trembled as they fell to his sides. He nearly ran right into her when he turned on his heels to book it out the door. Merrin stumbled a bit and spilled some beer down the side of her dress at the brief moment of impact. Confused, she watched him disappear, then turned to look at her mom for answers. “What happened?” 

Lisa fiddled with the corsage on her wrist to avoid looking her daughter in the eye. She didn’t even have to say it, before Merrin gasped. “You didn’t.”

“I’m sorry, Merrin, but he deserved to know. You should have told him.”

Lisa had struck a nerve. Merrin’s nostrils flared as she shoved the amber bottles into her mothers open hands. “I didn’t have to tell him shit, mom, and neither did you!”  She took her exit quickly, the loud clicks of her heels against the dance floor echoing in the lull between songs. Merrin ripped the door open and headed outside to the parking lot. A lingering drizzle of rain left misty drops in her curls as she rounded the corner of the venue to find him propped up against the brick wall. He fumbled with the lighter as he struggled to light the smoke pressed between his trembling lips. It fell to the ground unlit when he looked up again. 

“Why? Why didn’t ya tell me?” 

This wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go. She’d thought that maybe they’d have a few drinks, dance a little, then maybe fool around a bit back at the hotel. She hadn’t even gotten the chance to tell him how good he looked in that button down. Now, he looked as if he’d seen a ghost. Merrin sighed, ran a hand through her hair and collected her thoughts. 

“I tried. I tried to tell you, Clay, and I just didn’t know how to–”

“You knew exactly what you were doin’ with me. You tried to push me away.” 

He wasn’t fighting fair. 

“Yeah…I did, and look where that got me.” 

She felt like a wounded animal, backed into a corner, trapped and lashing out. She hadn’t realized just how fresh the wounds still were. It felt like a lifetime ago when she’d gotten the call. If she listened hard enough, she could hear the crash of her favorite mug hitting the floor. He didn’t have any family. She was his emergency contact. Sy could see the pain in her eyes and watched as all traces of warmth drained from them. 

“I tried to tell you, but you wouldn’t listen. I tried to push you away, but you wouldn’t stay away. You didn’t want to hear it, so I didn’t tell you what really happened. It was none of your business, and it wasn’t her place to tell you. So…What happens now? You’ve got your out. Are you gonna take it?”

Had he been looking for an out? Sy wasn’t sure. Thinking back on their time together, he realized that she was right. She had been trying to tell him all along. It was hidden in the little things, the small details, the fine print, but it was there. “You’re not my boyfriend, Sy,” the night of the fair. “Don’t you dare tell me that life isn’t fair. I know life isn’t fair,” she’d lamented that day in the airport. “This is cruel.” 

This is cruel. Asking her to do it all over again. To wait for him, to worry about him. To put her life on hold so that he could go out there and risk his own. It broke his heart to think back on it now. Maybe her mother was right. She’d be better off without him anyway. 

“We should go,” was all he said, as he headed for the car. Merrin glanced back at the reception hall, then out to where he’d disappeared into the dark. He had the keys. She’d done enough damage for one night. No need to make it worse. Swallowing thickly, her hands trembled at her sides, but she didn’t move. 

“Go ahead. I’m…I’m gonna stay.” She’d catch a ride back with a friend. Right now, they needed space, and she needed another drink. 

Sy let his gaze linger only for a moment before he tore it away again. If he wanted a sign, this one was as clear as day. Clearing his throat, he gave a solemn nod, opened the door, and stepped inside. Merrin watched as he pulled out of the lot. She’d gotten her answer too, as tears of sorrow welled in her eyes and blurred her vision. She stood there until the glow of the taillights disappeared from sight. 

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He was gone by the time she made it back to the hotel that night. Not a trace of him was left, as if he’d been nothing but a ghost that breezed through her mind and left her haunted. The kind lady at the front desk let her know that he’d called a cab and headed for the airport. “I hope everything’s alright. Seemed pretty urgent.” Merrin didn’t blame him. She’d gotten what she’d asked for. They’d let each other go. 

She’d decided to stay an extra night, but not in the same bed they’d shared only hours before. Instead, she headed for her brother’s place. They’d be leaving for their honeymoon the next day. He looked at her with pity in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Mer. You know mom. Couldn’t keep her mouth shut to save her life.” 

She wanted to be angry with her mom. Though it really wasn’t her place to tell him about Travis, Merrin knew that she’d done it out of a mama-bear reflex to protect her daughter. Lisa had seen first hand how she’d handled the loss of her first love. Things got dark, and the only way to pull herself together again was to get some distance from this place. It was Travis who’d wanted to go to Houson, to get away from the snow and the cold. She did it for him. It was Merrin’s fault for not telling the truth sooner, and now she was right back to where she’d started. Alone.

When Merrin got in late the next day, she’d come home to find a box waiting for her on the front porch. She didn’t have to open it to know what was inside. Clothes neatly folded, toiletries and cosmetics she’d left behind. She wasn’t surprised to see that he hadn’t left a note. There was nothing left to say. She dumped the box into the corner of her room and left it there to collect dust. Everything inside could’ve been replaced. He was just too kind to get rid of it for her. 

Time passed slowly. Three weeks of silence. Three weeks of going to work and coming home to sit and stare at the same four walls, only to do it over again the next day. Merrin could handle silence. It was what she wasn’t doing that drove her crazy. She wasn’t driving out to his place for pizza and beer on Thursday nights. She wasn’t dancing in his kitchen as they washed dishes together. She wasn’t calling him up to see how he was doing, just to hear his voice, though she’d almost done it more than once. She wasn’t in his life anymore, and she had no one to blame but herself. That’s what hurt the most. 

The early morning rush was over. Merrin used the downtime to clean up a bit and replenish the bake case for the afternoon crowd. She was in the back, pleating the crust on top of a beautiful peach pie. The last of the season, when autumn would give way to winter and she’d be left with nothing but apples. Finishing off the last of the crimp around the edge, she slid the pie onto the rack and dusted off her hands on the back of her jeans, when the bell rang. 

Merrin froze. Deep down, she already knew who it was. It couldn’t be…could it? Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself to go out and face the music. Brushing through the swinging doors, she stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes stung with the threat of tears to fall, and a slow, soft smile spread across her face. Hearing his voice again felt like heaven.

“Hello, Darlin’.”

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[luoisalunitic]

discussing HK stuff (spoilersers)

Hollow knight is certainly a funky game am I right? So, we know almost nothing about the void civilization or anything really, like TLC’s mother, (Heretic) Joni, where the fuck WL came from, and the whole bell situation in Silksong, I’ll be mossbag today and try to figure something’s out

Most of the things that I mention about the bells in Silksong is from mossbags bell video, like the notes that play when hitting the bell and as someone who works at a daycare with music stuff and in orchestra, I can say that mossbag is right about the notes being played. The notes seem to be a Pharloom anthem or something, as a bass version plays at the beginning of the trailer, whenever the bells are played and in a Lace fight if I remember the trailer right. Music seems to play a big role in Pharloom, from the music note like symbol on top of Hornets cage, to Hornet learning how to play her needle from the church person in the mossy pit area, and to Lace conducting those butterfly bird things. We can also tell that silk plays a big part as well, as addition to the symbol on Hornets cage, the ball looks like a ball of silk (haha get it? Silksong)

I’d like to discuss HK and PK next, we can guess that the idea instilled was the memory at the end of Path of Pain with PK and HK, but is it just that memory? surely other characters helped with the idea, right? like White Lady, maybe the Great Knights and Dreamers? Hornet definitely would’ve played a role in that, but, what if it was Ghost who instilled the idea? That one moment in the abyss.. two siblings facing each other.. one ending up falling while the other one joins the ranks of their father….. okay that’s enough rambling for me

Another things is what the fuck is Lost Kin doing? why the fuck is it in Ancient Basin if the door was sealed off and Deepnest is on the other side of the tram? PK must’ve taken Lost Kin, or maybe Ogrim? Like wasn’t Ogrim exiled?? maybe that’s why he was exiled idk guys, but that also means Lost is older than both HK and Ghost, and i can only assume that Lost died from someone attacking them, because how in the ever loving fuck do you trip and shatter your frontal lobe /silly

that’s kinda all tbh, hope you enjoyed my 1am ramblings

#hollow knight #hk #hk pale king #how??? #? #im fucking confused

[cherry-valentine]

Winter 2023 Anime Season

Here’s what I’m watching:

Buddy Daddies is easily my favorite new show this season. Following a pair of skilled but unlucky hitmen (Kazuki and Rei) who end up taking in and attempting to raise a little girl they just orphaned (Miri), the show is primarily a comedy. The humor mostly comes from watching two people who are woefully ill equipped to deal with a child having to work through the day to day challenges of caring for a little girl, from finding a good daycare to figuring out how to dress her. These mundane objectives are made hilarious through the lens of these guys being literal assassins. They go from shootouts to making dinner for their daughter. The show also sneaks in some truly heartwarming moments, as well as truly traumatic ones. Both Kazuki and Rei have tragic backgrounds that explain why they can’t just abandon Miri. The relationship between the two men is fun and interesting. While a lot of viewers are hoping for a romance between them, I just don’t see it happening. So far I’ve yet to see a single hint that the story will go that direction. Don’t get me wrong, I would love to see it, but I’m afraid there’s going to be a lot of disappointed fans at the end of the season. Other than that, the show has decent animation and excellent character designs (Just look at Rei when he’s in assassin mode. Just. Look. At. Him.), as well as fun peppy music. The series overall is just super watchable. There’s not a moment in any episode that I’m not entertained. Highly recommended.

The Tale of Outcasts follows a young orphan girl named Wisteria who can see a powerful demon named Marbas, a rare ability among humans. Marbas is immortal, very old, and very bored, so he decides to take Wisteria along with him to travel around the country, meeting other demons along the way as well as avoiding powerful demon hunters sent by the church to destroy him, one of them being Wisteria’s long lost older brother Snow. This show is a bit more light hearted and mild than I expected at first. It does have serious or darker moments, but overall the stakes don’t feel incredibly high at any given time. The charm of this story centers on the relationship between Wisteria and Marbas. Both care very much for each other, and thankfully (so far) the age difference prevents it from becoming a romance. If anything, Marbas takes an almost fatherly role with Wisteria, even if he sometimes forgets how fragile humans are and unintentionally puts Wisteria in danger. It’s a soft, sweet relationship that carries the series on its back. The animation is fine, nothing special, and the design work is pretty good. In particular, the demons all have cool designs. I’m not crazy about the music but that’s a small quibble. Recommended.

High Card is an energetic action series set in a fictional modern kingdom where 52 special playing cards give people super powers. These cards were accidentally (?) scattered across the kingdom, one of which lands in the possession of a young thief named Finn. After getting drawn into a battle for possession of another card between rival groups seeking to collect them, Finn is recruited to join High Card, an organization trying to gather all the cards for the king. This is a very colorful, vibrant series with a fun setting, exciting battles, and excellent visuals. The characters are cool, especially Wendy, a somewhat shy and mousy young woman who turns into a batshit crazy, unstoppable killing machine when she uses her card, and Chris, the flippant ladies’ man who is rendered immortal by his card’s ability (and there’s obviously more to him than meets the eye). The animation is slick. The music is, in my opinion, the best of the season (both the opening and ending themes are absolute bangers). Honestly, if not for Buddy Daddies, this would have easily been my favorite new show of the season. The show has a generally light hearted vibe but they’ve thrown at least one episode at us to prove how serious and dark the story can get. Highly recommended.

Bungou Stray Dogs has a new season (I think it’s season four?) and like with a previous season, it opened with a mini arc that’s entirely comprised of a flashback. This is something not every show can get away with, but Bungou Stray Dogs pulls it off. This flashback deals with the creation of the Armed Detective Agency, a group of “gifted” (people with special powers) agents who work with the government to neutralize threats, most often involving other “gifted” folks. When the season’s actual plot kicks in following the flashback, it’s about the Agency being framed for horrific crimes and being pursued by powerful government-sponsored hunters. The strength of this series has always been its ability to balance its genuinely funny humor with the darker, more violent aspects of its plots. It does both things so well, and manages to overlap them without one aspect distracting too much from the other (something a lot of stories, anime or otherwise, struggle to do). This season might just be the darkest yet, with each new nightmarish development making the situation more and more bleak for the Detective Agency. The animation remains polished and the design work attractive and interesting. If you watched previous seasons, you’re definitely already watching this. If you haven’t, this is a great time to catch up.

Revenger follows a group or mercenaries who take jobs killing targets as revenge for people who can’t afford to hire hitmen, charging only a single coin that has been bitten into, to display the rage of the person who was wronged. A skilled but stoic samurai named Raizo joins them after they get involved in a plot by his lord that tricked him into killing his fiancé’s father. While they’re definitely a group of killers, there’s a lot of moral variety among the group, with some seeming to enjoy the kills while others simply want to see the guilty punished. It’s an interesting mix of personalities. There’s an overarching plot about a giant stash of opium hidden somewhere in the city and corrupt government officials, but the show is best when focusing on stand alone stories of random people needing revenge. The animation is decent and the character designs are varied and attractive, particularly the leader of the group Yuen. The backgrounds are especially nice, with lovely colors and lighting. The music is quite good too. It’s not my favorite show this season, but it has a solid spot on my watch list.

Carry Over Shows From Previous Seasons:

Boku no Hero Academia

Blue Lock

Yowamushi Pedal

To Your Eternity

Best of Season:

Best New Show: Buddy Daddies

Best Opening Theme: High Card

Best Ending Theme: Buddy Daddies

Best New Male Character: Rei (Buddy Daddies)

Best New Female Character: Wendy (High Card)

#Anime Reviews #Buddy Daddies #High Card #The Tale of Outcasts #winter 2023 anime #seasonal anime #anime recommendation #text #bungou stray dogs

[hazeldragonblossoms]

general magic/ravenwood/wc stuff + mems specific to the schools yahoo (it's long sorry)

for each of the schools of magic, i'm starting out by quoting the tomes found in each classroom, analyzing/elaborating on them as i go, and then delving into more miscellaneous memories that aren't touched on in-game (as far as i can see, anyway...)

also! i’m gonna use first person singular and plural (with the plurals referring to society in the spiral as a whole), and i’ll try to stick with present tense, but i might slip up. apologies! 💖

wizard city

ravenwood was founded surrounding bartleby, and wizard city was slowly built up around it as it became a trade hub for various magical exports.

growing up in wc, it was pretty much expected that you’d enroll at ravenwood, even if you didn’t have much magical talent. a lot of students got their magical ged and went off to do other stuff, like crafting or gardening or pet training (the practical parts, like socialization and housebreaking) full-time, or even just work at a restaurant, or as an artist, or in practical maintenance.

magic was in each and every thing we did, from friendly duels, to waking up in our dorm rooms, to enchanting jewel-encrusted athames, to eating breakfast, to summoning beasts of legend, to flushing the toilet. all of our technology had some magical component, and understanding the inner workings of magic was crucial to one’s survival in wizard city.

personally, i grew up on unicorn way, a few houses down and across the street from ceren nightchant, in the area where the dark fairies now roam the streets. he lived closer to rattlebones' tower, which wasn't always rattlebones' tower, but hell if i know what else to call it.

honestly, (this is definitely a tangent, but-) ceren absolutely either lied his way past the guards to get into unicorn way, or he just snuck in. he had his ways, man.

life sprites (which actually looked more similar to in-game myth sprites) would sometimes tease me outside the hedge maze as they went about their business for lady oriel, and they'd even play sometimes by letting me chase them around :]

...i realize now that they were absolutely never gonna let me catch them. but i had fun, so there. >:p

the day school was fun! it was technically part of ravenwood, but kids went there even if they never ended up enrolling at the school Proper. it was... honestly, kind of just a daycare, but with a little more structure? we had basic magic classes where we learned cantrips. stuff like levitation, telepathy, and summoning, and then the rest of the time was spent doing like. typical kindergarten through third grade stuff.

third grade was the earliest point it was considered "normal" for kids to trickle into ravenwood, either due to magical potential, domestic circumstances, or just plain gumption. the day school went up to about fifth grade, but i left around third, along with malorn, and ceren, who was a year older than us, but also a year-one novice.

ravenwood

ravenwood's student population had a pretty wide age range, from special cases as young as five or six, to the day school program in the commons and golem court, to the eight-to-ten year olds absolutely vibrating with excitement as they approached the book of secrets for their placement test,

we honestly had a pretty robust literary/philosophy curriculum? like, i've mentioned before that we actually took philosophy classes as we got older, but each professor's individual teaching style and unique subject matter meant that each class was a completely different experience.

i remember when i took my first pyromancy class, i was floored by how different it was from theurgy and necromancy, and also how professor falmea's class was so completely unlike anything i'd seen before from professors sylvia and malistaire, or even professor wu, malorn, or professor dworgyn!

magical basics

in the spiral, magic is almost like the force; “it is an energy field. it surrounds us, penetrates us, and binds the galaxy together.” minus the penetration; it mostly just flows through us. (i never liked that part of the line in the original context, either.)

regardless, each world is connected to the spiral by pathways of magical energy that provide a sort of gravitational pull, allowing worlds to wander, but never stray too far. we call them leylines

“leylines” are, in actuality, the roots of bartleby that entangle all the different worlds.

despite this, you’ll sometimes hear people referring to powerful wizards as having a leyline through them. a lot of people talked about how professor malistaire had been born on a necromantic leyline -- but that usually resulting in an argument about how that couldn't be true, with professor cyrus as his twin. cyrus was an incredibly powerful conjurer after all. (he never really used necromancy, now that i think about it. maybe it brought back bad memories? ...or maybe he was just bad at it.)

the school gemstones (jade, peridot, onyx, ruby, amethyst, sapphire, and citrine) were a great example of this, actually. rather than being adopted symbolically like a school's colors, their gemstone was predetermined based on what stones resonated with that type of magic. all jade was more willing to conduct and amplify theurgistic magic, but could be used for all-purpose magic in a pinch.

(i think that might be how sorcery got started. i dunno. i was never a fan of sorcery anyway.)

theurgy (life magic)

“life is spirit, the force of awareness and existence. It is studied by those who embrace the power of all that is living and strive to perpetuate its life force. “life removes chaos from the world and creates order, to make that which is self-sustaining. inner peace and discipline are traits of all theurges.”

no, theurgy cannot cure diabetes. it sure makes things easier to manage, though — like a magical artificial pancreas (because that's exactly what it is).

but, legend says that a theurgistic leyline would grant a person everlasting life and youth. not immortality, as they'd still be able to be killed, but the ability to live indefinitely, with all the vigor and strength of a 20-30 year old. maybe older, if they lived a really long time.

“on the triangle of magic, life sits between fire and storm, for the spark of life comes from those two forces.”

life magic was... god, i don't know how to describe it. this is gonna get a little conceptual.

theurgy was fresh cut grass and sunlight. honeysuckle and birdsong. the laughter of your best friend. watermelon on a summer day. watching sunsets. catching fireflies. the soft, cool dampness of a nice springy moss. dark green leaves and pale new growth. sitting on the couch in the dark and watching whatever movie you wanted as a kid. a salad of crisp lettuce and sweet cherry tomatoes.

it was home.

...sorry, that was really sappy. but it's true. it was my primary school, our classroom was one of the most peaceful places i can think of, my classmates were my family, and professor sylvia drake was like an anchor.

losing her was a pit in my chest, that i filled with seeds she'd given me and allowed to bloom into a garden. and i shared that garden with everyone i could, because that was what she'd always done. it seemed a fitting remembrance.

“under the [mentorship] of professor wu, the school colors of green and brown have been adopted, representing the hues of nature.”

people hated this. under professor sylvia, the school colors were green and a yellowy-green sort of silver, or any other lighter earth tone, really. she wasn't all that picky. the switch to dark brown was an outrage, and most students disregarded it entirely. a couple of students even showed up in yellow as a protest.

wu didn't fight us on it when she was told why, though. and it turned out to be a cultural difference. on mooshu, it was commonly understood that theurges wore green and brown.

so then we felt bad for getting so mad at her for an innocent mistake. she promised not to bother us about our uniforms, and offered to change the colors back, but we decided to let it stay, sort of to mark a new era. the school of life magic is all about growth, y'know?

as we warmed up to professor wu, we started to incorporate brown into our wardrobes, too.

kinda weird that professor sylvia wasn't mentioned, but these are supposed to be introductory texts, so i guess it makes sense.

conjury (myth magic)

“myth is imagination. the power of the mind, and everything it can create, drives the [conjurative] arts. it is illusion, dreams made real. if you can conceive it, you can bring it forth; bring it to life. “wizards of the myth school, known as conjurers, use naming to summon beasts of legend, by memorizing and calling out their true name.”

ohhh, boy, my least favorite spiritual class.

"naming" wasn't, like, "i know a cyclops named clive, so i can summon him."

...okay, sometimes it was that. if clive was really cool.

but usually, the creatures summoned by spellcards were just... simulacra. images that could punch.

"naming" was about knowing the true, etymological origins of various creatures' stories. knowing that greek myths (eg. apollo, demeter, artemis) have roots in egyptian mythology (eg. horus, isis, bubastis) due to cultural exchange, to use a terran example.

sorry about the use of terran (/silly). the system i'm in has wicked star trek brain.

“myth dwells between fire and ice, for that is where the shadows lie, and myths are shadowy forms of thought made real.”

literally. you heard of tulpas? not the newfangled brain roommates, but the stories about intention and belief creating actual beings. yeah, that's what conjury is. that's why it surrounds myths.

professor cyrus would have my head on a pike for that. (i kid, i kid.)

buuuuuuut yeah. and i'd argue that my belief in universe creation theory is conjury-core.

"conjurative leylines" were rumored to send people into fits of creative inspiration, as though they could see, hear, or otherwise perceive the alternate mythos and histories of other universes. (...kinda like this. i wonder if conjurers are more prone to dissociative tendencies...)

...no mention of professor cyrus in the discussion of the school colors and representative gemstone. weird.

necromancy (death magic)

“death is finality. the study of the corporeal. practitioners of the death art, known as necromancers, understand this limitation, and strive to face it unafraid. “death's power comes from removing the power of the universe at large. withdrawing the power of order and allowing chaos to return instills necromancers to bend magic to their will.”

ALRIIIIIGHT, SECONDARY TIME!

sorry. i know i'm loud for a necromancer. technically it's my secondary, so!

honestly, a lot of necromancy students are really nice!!! i mean, just look at malorn and penny! and yeah, marla's kinda demanding, but she's a damn sweetheart.

anyway, yeah, necromancy is... i mean, it looks grim on the surface. it's for morticians and death doulas, and those who love and understand them. not for the faint of heart. people say it's hard to get into, but that's not because it's particularly difficult in practice; the material is just... heavy, and can be upsetting for some people.

but death is part of our experience, and so too is necromancy.

miscarriage cw: when professor sylvia lost her and malistaire's last baby, she was in a lot of pain, and professor malistaire was able to use some form of necromancy to drain his own health and give it to her. it didn't do anything for the little one, but it seemed like it worked for her, so i looked into using the developing the method into something that could be used for pain management. it was a really tricky technique, though.

“necromancers draw on the power of courage to channel their own fear out of themselves and at their adversaries.”

this is... hm. i mean, it's not wrong, per se. necromancers have to be very brave to be able to stare death in the face, and part of a necromantic attack's effect — especially if there's a drain effect — is that it leaves you with a sense of immense dread. and the healing is... different from theurgistic healing. more... a steady calm, like obi-wan when he went to fight darth vader at the end of new hope. (again, sorry (/lie), i live in a big dork brain.) a surety in the inevitability of your own death, but also the knowledge that the same is true of those who stand against you.

but at the same time... i mean, most necromancers — the true grandmasters and beyond, with all the years of knowledge to back it up — legitimately did not fear death. there was no courage needed, because courage is a tool used to overcome uncertainty and fear. i dunno. i guess that's what i get for overanalyzing an introductory text for novices.

“death sits between ice and storm, for the cold energy of undeath draws from those two forces.”

yup! buuuuuut it sat next to fire in the campus map! that always bothered me.

tangent; once it was discovered that dworgyn was alive, he became the official necromancy professor, but he only really taught the older students.

malorn kept doing his classes for the younger kids, as he actually found that he really liked working with them. and he was good at it. they liked him 'cause he was a cool older kid, and they were wrong, because malorn is a dork. i'm the cool one.

...that said, i'm really proud of him.

i know a lot about spirits, ghosts, and shades, but i'll probably make that its own post. (i'm writing this out of order, and i'm getting close to done! but it's already a total monster.)

necromancy also actually doesn't have a reference to its professor. huh. i guess that works in dworgyn and malorn's favor, as well as ambrose's.

pyromancy (fire magic)

“in the days of yore, there dwelled the giants, the tritons, and the most powerful of all, the dragons. for many eons, there was peace. that is, until the giants and the tritons began to bicker on trivial matters. “finally, war broke out between the two sides, and the dragons became involved as the universe was threatened. “in order for there to be peace, the dragons used their great power to stop the war, and the world became dormant and silent. “though the dragons now sleep, fire magic — the most powerful of all magics — comes from the essence that the dragons released into fire and magma.”

ahh, my tertiary school. bombastic, flashy, always with a flair for the dramatic, and usually gay. alternately, the most aggressive asshole dudes you could ever meet. but pyromancers always make an impression.

honestly... i don't have much to say? sorry. i was much more into spiritual magic — elemental stuff with representative spirits and faction wars... mmh.

honestly, i don't remember anything from my pyromantic philosophy classes. i don't think i attended most of them... i was busy with, y'know. the spiral.

“as for today, the school has become more formal and organized under professor falmea.”

see, this line just makes me wonder what the fire school was like under professor memphis. i never met him, though... ah well.

that said, it's amazing that professor falmea was able to graduate from both ravenwood, teaching school, and the university of cuntology at such a young age!

(/JOKING)

it was always so. fucking. warm. in the fire classroom.

sometimes it was pleasant, like if you'd fallen in the pond in the commons, or a river, or torrence had doused you, or you'd been around a lot of ice magic, or- y'know. shit like that.

but other times the room would swim with heat haze and you'd feel like you were gonna pass out. very important to wear light, breathable robes in that classroom, and keep up the fluid intake.

...i wonder if professor falmea ever did hot yoga.

hell, someone was probably using the fire classroom for an underground hot yoga club... it'd be a bit of a waste not to, y'know?

as long as they stayed hydrated, i guess.

divination (storm magic)

“before time as we know it, there existed the tritons. they shared the universe with the dragons and giants. the tritons ruled the seas and kept peace in the world; that is, until the dragons and giants began to scheme. “when the attack happened, the tritons were ready. they refused to fully destroy their enemy, and so fell into slumber as their price for mercy “today, the storm elements still exist. even today, the more potent storm magic holds fire and ice at bay.”

i mean, divination is definitely a powerful magic, but so is fire, sooo. (nooooo, i'm not biased at all. /s /j)

anyway. y'know how in most stuff, divination is magic relating to the future? that's true of storm magic, too. contrary to conjury studying the past in a practical manner, divination's philosophy views each action as being like electricity coursing through the spiral, shifting fate. part of this is about finding creative ways to circumvent bad outcomes.

(it's similar to conjury, in that way, since conjury's philosophy involves learning the past so as not to repeat it.)

this unlimited potential of the future is part of why divination spells fizzle so much. sometimes stuff doesn't work, and you just gotta try again. see if you can't recreate the results of the experiment.

because the divination of the spiral is also about the practical applications of creative, unconventional ways of thinking. inventors, engineers, and mechanics tend to be diviners a lot of the time, in my experience.

but that's a pretty limiting example, because anyone with an analytical mind and a knack for problem-solving can work with divination magic.

neurodiversity is very common among those with strong divinitive abilities, actually...

...maybe i should've taken divination as my tertiary school instead of pyromancy. ah well. live and learn.

in rare cases, a "divinitive leyline" would result in seers, who had visions of the future and foretold prophecies.

“under the guidance of professor halston balestrom, great reforms have been made, formalizing many spells.”

yeahhhhh, halston's old. i think he's in his hundreds or so?

...i think i already said all the important stuff, though.

thaumaturgy (ice magic)

“in the beginning, there were giants, who were great in power and ruled the air. after a great war with the dragons and the titans, the giants went into a state of stasis. but their powers still inhabit our world, and it is from this that ice magic derives its basis. and because it is derived from giants, ice magic will always be more powerful than fire or storm.”

tell that to every type-based battle system with fire and ice. ice is Weak To Fire. play pokemon idiot

i mean, sure, granted, pyromancy is weak to thaumaturgy as thaumaturgy's effect is that it physically slows atoms and thus doesn't obey the typical laws of thermodynamics, but still.

LEAST FAVORITE ELEMENTAL CLASSSSSSS whatever. whatever okay enough being mean

as for today's school, much progress has been made in the teaching of [thaumaturgy] under the tutelage of professor greyrose. under her watch, many new and powerful spells have been added to the school's compendium.

yeah, she's like. older than halston.

not NEARLY as old as ambrose, though. she's in her hundreds or two hundreds, i think. ambrose is like a billion (/hyp)

sorcery (balance magic)

“the art of balance in magic is harmony; finding equality in all things. it draws on elements from each of the other schools, incorporating bits and pieces of those other energies to achieve greater power. imagine building a fire, then fanning the flames to make it hotter, then using the fire to create steam to drive an engine. this is how a sorcerer uses their skills to harness the other schools of magic. learning [sorcery] takes longer, but the power it holds is immeasurable. ”

oh goody i saved the worst for last.

ughhhhhhhhhhhhh.

balance magic is for jacks of all trades and fucking nerds who are always good at everything.

and people who are just like, super zen i guess?

man, i don't know. i never understood sorcery, so i didn't take any classes focused on it.

assistant professor wethersfield was a cool guy though! always had a wild story, and was very level-headed.

i liked doing this ! even though it was very silly and took a good few hours (holy shit it's almost 3 pm i opened this at like. 10 am? ish? or earlier??).

i might analyze more stuff like this, like the old blurbs from the website/the book of secrets... or i could try to find stuff on astral and shadow magics, but those are complicatedddddddddddddd :/// just like mf sorcery

#the spiral #ravenwood #theurgy #conjury #necromancy #pyromancy #divination #thaumaturgy #sorcery #s drake #wu #c drake #m drake #dworgyn #malorn #falmea #balestrom #wethersfield #ceren #scrapbook #hazel speaking

[missguomeiyun]

Nara Chicken & Tonkatsu

Did you know when I was younger, I used to get tonkotsu & tonkatsu mixed up? I mean, I’m sure some ppl now-a-days get it mixed up. 

Bcos my coworker friend Soomin & I started vacation at the same time, we went for dinner after work together. She really likes the tonkatsu from this place so we came here. It was my 1st time here~ but they have CHICKEN!!

Located in an obscure place; next to a daycare in the Meadowlark area. I *feel* like it’s gonna be good, judging by how they look lol

We were greeted a friendly ahjumma (Korean term for an older lady- middle aged). When we arrived, there was no one else in the restaurant for dining besides us. Yayyy!

Let’s take a look at the menu~

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My view. The water bottle is like. .. as Korean as it can get. I’m loving the vibe already haha you know, I wished all restaurants could have this water system. It makes more sense for the server to take away & refill the bottle/container OR bring a new one that’s already filled up from the kitchen, than going around & refilling glasses.

Here’s the rest of the restaurant. It’s a very narrow space. Not many tables, but that doesn’t mean larger parties aren’t welcome. I’m sure they just pull up tables but still, the space would only allow for max 8 ppl (2x tables of 4). I don’t think it can do 2 ‘large’ tables of 8. It’d be very crowded.

Anyway, the food came fairly fast bcos again, we were the only ppl there at the time. No one would awkwardly eat dinner at 1640h xD

Soomin’s pizza tonkatsu. It comes with a bowl of rice & a little salad (the tonkatsu sauce not in picture). The bowl of brown sauce off to the side is Soomin’s side order of curry bcos she doesn’t like rice LOL so she has to have something saucy/soup-y to eat her rice with.

The pizza tonkatsu looked different than what I had in mind. I was imagining a flat cutlet with cheese & stuff on top. .. like a pizza. But it was stuffed-style. I had a piece & it was good! Super crispy. It was probably like 70% cheese when you examine the ‘height’ of the tonkatsu. The flavour was not very pizza-y. Subtle pasta sauce flavour but mostly cheese. A LOT OF IT. See below for the width of the pork layer.

Now here’s mine.. the cheese tonkatsu. I thought the pizza one had A LOT of cheese but this one had MORE cheese proportionally. Don’t let the 4 pieces fool you- it gets super filling bcos the breaded pork cutlet basically act like a bowl for the cheese o_O in this picture, you can see how thin the pork layer is. It was like this for the pizza tonkatsu as well. Flavour-wise. .. honestly, all I could was cheese. The meat layer was so thin I almost forgot it was there. It almost blends in with the cheese, you know what I mean? So texture-ally, it was basically deep fried cheese.

We also 1/2 order of the original fried chicken. Half order here was 6 pieces.. . =/ I can tell you know that the chicken is better than SFC, which USED to be my fav Korean chicken place but not anymore. I found the chicken here a little over-fried; however, overall, decent chicken with juicy meat & crunchy exterior. It comes with kimchi & pickled radish.

VERY steep pricing here. I’m not sure if the tonkatsu was worth $20 each. But I’m no expert with tonkatsu. Is this the market price for tonkatsu? I have no idea. It just doesn’t seem like much & there was more cheese than anything else. I don’t think it is worth $20 personally. As for the half order of chicken .. $16 is also very expensive to me - esp when you compare 6 pieces to 11 pieces from Chicken For You. (with the latter being better quality fried chicken)

Overall, the food was decent. TBH I was disappointed in the tonkatsu bcos there was just SO much cheese & so little meat. The thinness of the meat was comparable to grocery store deli-cut sandwich meats, ie: very thin! The place is worth a try, IMHO, but now that I’ve tried it, I don’t think I will go back unless someone else suggests going/ordering from there.

#food #korean food #dinner #fried chicken #korean fried chicken #tonkatsu #fried pork cutlet #rice #nara

[toastedkiwi]

Professor

Summary: newly transferred to your husband’s school, you’ve already made some friends. However, they don’t know that you’re married to the hot professor.

Pairing: Professor!Bucky Barnes x Student!Reader, Wife!Reader

You had transferred to your husband’s university that he works at a couple weeks ago. You even managed to get into one of his advanced classes. He’s pretty proud of you and he loves seeing you sitting next to this redhead whose become one of your friends. You aren’t the greatest at making friends and he’s very happy that you found someone other than his friends. His are complete maniacs and you’re the youngest in the group. You had just turned 21 and Bucky’s 30. His friends are all around the same age or older.

You met Bucky when you were just 19. Your ex best friend dragged you to a club you didn’t want to go to and weren’t legally allowed in. She made you wear a tight dress and heels. She straight up left you at the club after ten minutes of meeting a guy and insulting you. This guy grabbed your ass which made things worse. He tried taking you home but this blue eyed man swooped in while his buddy Sam just flirts so hard with the guy while Maria, his now wife, watches from a foot away.

“There’s a party tonight,” Natasha said as the two of you sit down. “Wanna come?”

“Can’t. Got a hot date tonight,” you said knowing that Bucky overheard you as he starts writing on the white board.

“With who?” She asked.

“This guy named Luka. He’s really sweet,” you said.

Bucky smirks knowing you and him are going to have a fun time picking up after the 6 month old tonight. You and him have planned to have a nice movie night in with Luka and Alpine the cat. He honestly cannot wait. It’s the highlight of his week and he always looks forward to it.

“Does he go here?” Natasha asked.

“No, he’s actually a New York firefighter,” you said since the six month old loves the plastic helmet that his Uncle Sam got him.

“Damn, what are you even doing here when you could be with the firefighter right now?!” Wanda asked from a row behind.

“I sadly cannot fail this class,” you said.

“If only Professor Barnes—,” Natasha said glaring daggers at the back of your husband’s head.

“Glaring at me won’t change the F you got your freshmen year, Ms. Romanoff,” Bucky said loud enough for everyone in the lecture room.

“You could’ve given me a C!” Natasha sassed back.

He spins around and said pointing at her, “you didn’t show up to class. Don’t be a bad influence on the transfer student.”

Natasha scoffs crossing her arms over her chest while you giggled. Bucky obviously flashed a smile at you and you grinned wider. The two redheads quickly noticed at how fast he favors you. Bucky easily starts class as the last student sits down.

~~

“You should be careful. Professor Barnes is married,” Wanda said as you, her, and Natasha walk through the campus courtyard.

“I know,” you said and you can’t help but smile.

“Don’t even try with that DEMON of a human being,” Natasha warned. “He’s absolutely terrible.”

“You’re just mad that you have to retake this class,” Wanda said. “Also, Y/n has a hot firefighter boyfriend.”

“I’m pretty sure Professor Barnes is not that bad,” you said.

“Awww, you’re so innocent,” Natasha mocked.

You rolled your eyes thinking if she only knew. You haven’t said anything about being married to the professor to anyone except the university’s dean of students. You just want a pretty normal college life besides the fact that you’re married and have a kid with a man nine years older than you.

“Ignore her,” Wanda said. “But we’ll see ya next class.”

“Bye,” you said splitting from the two.

You head straight to the parking lot where Bucky parks his precious Audi Rs7. You try opening the passenger door but you forgot to get the keys from your husband. He usually gives you them as you make sure to be the last to leave and so he can kiss you without watchful eyes but Nat and Wanda got you to leave before you got the car keys.

Twenty minutes later, your husband comes with the keys spinning on his finger and his briefcase. He gives you a cheeky smile.

“You can drive, dollface,” Bucky said tossing you the keys.

You catch them and unlock the car. You go to the trunk with Bucky. You open it up. You put in your backpack and he puts in his briefcase. He gives you a quick kiss on the lips.

“Oh, I called the jewelers before my first class,” Bucky said as you both went to your separate sides.

“What did they say?” You asked.

“Your ring will be done tomorrow and we can pick it up,” he said with a smile.

You grinned and got into the car. Bucky slides in and closes his door. You close yours and adjust your seat. You both buckle in. You start the car.

“I liked how you used our son as your excuse to not go to a frat party,” he said.

“He’s a great excuse. I would’ve said you but I don’t know how Nat would react to me being married to the professor she hates most,” you said backing out of the parking space.

Bucky chuckles pulling out his phone and said, “she’ll get over it.”

“I don’t know about that, James,” you said biting your lower lip.

“Don’t worry, babydoll. She’s a pain in my ass but she’ll stick around you,” Bucky said as you drive off. “Wanda will too. If not, you’re stuck with me and the boys.”

“Oh Jesus,” you said.

~~~next week

You carry Luka into the lecture room and you’re the first one in besides Bucky. Luka is not feeling too great and you couldn’t leave him at the daycare. Bucky left in an Uber before you due to two of his classes starting before your two of the day. Luckily, you got Bucky’s class first and know that he’ll let his little man into the class without hesitation. It’s quite a perk to be married to your professor.

“Hey..,” Bucky said and he’s immediately concerned seeing Luka in your arms.

“They wouldn’t let him into daycare,” you said softly. “He’s got a cold.”

Bucky takes his whimpering boy out of your arms holding him against his chest. He rubs his back.

“Why don’t you sit up in front today with my little man?” Bucky suggested. “You’d be closer to the door.”

“That was my plan,” you said quietly. “Are you staying longer today?”

“Nah, I don’t need to but I can take Bubba back to my office until you finish up your class with Banner,” Bucky said. “So that we can all go home together.”

“Fine by me. I brought extra clothes and tons of diapers in case as well as formula,” you said.

“Alright, I’ll let you go sit down with Lu,” Bucky said.

He tries giving you Luka back but he just cries. Bucky holds him back against his chest. He cooed at his little one.

“I brought the carrier,” you said smirking.

“You better pull it out, darling,” he said.

Soon enough, Luka is strapped to Bucky’s chest, you got your kiss from your husband, and you’ve planted yourself at the end of the first row. You’ve pulled out your notebook and pens, highlighters, and mechanical pencils. You took out your phone and get a picture of Bucky with Luka. Your backpack along with the diaper bag is under table.

Classmates start coming in. Wanda and Natasha stroll in as well.

“Who’s baby did you steal?” Natasha asked as Bucky is writing on the board.

“First of all, that’s kidnapping and I have better morals than that,” Bucky said looking at the two redheads. “Secondly, why steal a baby when I can make my own with my wife?”

“Oh my god, disgusting!” Natasha said racing up the stairs in the middle to her regular spot.

You laughed along with others in the room. Wanda goes up the set of stairs nearest the door and slides into the swivel chair next to you.

“That’s sparkly,” Wanda said pointing to the ring on your ring finger.

“I know,” you said grinning.

“When’s the big day?” She asked.

“Why are you sitting over there?!” Natasha asked.

“It’s near the nearest exit,” you said.

Natasha groans and picks her stuff back up. She heads over to the two of you and sits next to Wanda.

“So, When is the big day?” Wanda asked.

“Already? You’re so young and innocent,” Natasha said.

“Ladies,” Bucky said sarcastically. “I’d like to start my class unless you have more pressing matters.”

“Sorry, Professor,” you said and he gives you smile.

“Alright, I have a special guest with me, my son Luka. He’s just six months old if you’re curious and no, I didn’t steal him,” Bucky said to the class. “Hopefully, we’ll get through the lesson with little to no disturbances from him.”

Natasha and Wanda turned to you immediately as your husband proceeds with the lesson. You ignore their looks even though you find it quite amusing.

Once the class gets dismissed, you take your time packing up. Wanda and Natasha sit and turn to you. Bucky comes over without hesitation. There’s no point in hiding it any longer.

“Do you have the diaper bag?” Bucky asked. “Luka took a shit and I’m scared it’s the explosive one.”

“Yeah, I got it,” you said standing up putting your backpack on and grabbing the diaper bag.

“Seriously? This whole time?” Natasha asked.

Bucky takes the diaper bag and said, “yeah.”

He gives you a quick kiss before heading off.

“Wow,” Wanda said.

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[honey-boyyoongi]

Pairing ➪ Y/n x Yoongi | Y/n x Jungkook

Word count ➪ 3.1k

Warning ➪ not beta read; angst; I am sorry in advance

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Jungkook has been laying on your lap for what seems, hours. You haven’t spoken to him in a year, maybe a little more. A ‘hi’ here and there when Mrs. Jeon invites you, and Yoongi to events. You can never say no to her. Slowly, you start noticing Sooyoung showed up less, and less. Jungkook always gave the excuses, ‘She’s not feeling well’, ‘Sooyoung has a work project she has to get done’, ‘Her friend is having a baby, and she’s the birthing partner’, ‘She’s housesitting for her brother’. They never seemed to stop. Mr. and Mrs. Jeon were understanding, but visibly disappointed. As far as everyone knew, everything was perfect. Until it wasn’t. Your mother told you it was about children. Jungkook wanted children, but Sooyoung was not sure if she ever wanted to be a mother. Of course, there’s nothing wrong with not wanting children, and not wanting the commitment of it. But they wanted different things.

What Jungkook never told his parents was how messy it was. The harsh words, the long nights, large amounts of tears shed on both ends, and the feelings of failure. Jungkook wanted to make it work. He wants to believe Sooyoung wanted to make it work. Within the week Sooyoung had moved into her co-worker’s place, at the end of the month the papers were signed, by four months the divorce was final, and Sooyoung had accepted a transfer to a sister location across the country. It was fine for a while, at least Jungkook tried to convince himself it was fine. The days felt long, dreary.

He tried to get back into painting, boxing, and other hobbies he had pre-Sooyoung. He started hanging out with friends more, Namjoon was more than happy to catch up over some beers from his favorite brewery. He even started talking to Yoongi more. They were work partners, regardless of that, their chatter never went past the needed communication to complete the necessary work. Jungkook started slowly, asking Yoongi if he wanted a coffee while he got his own. Inviting him to lunch with Namjoon. Even making jokes here, and there. It’s not what it was before, but they’re getting there.

He moved out of the apartment that him, and Sooyoung shared. It was difficult, but he’ll make this new space home. It’s definitely smaller than his previous apartment. Cozier, he wants to say. Jungkook fills it up with art that had been put in storage, his salvaged knick knacks, pictures with his friends and family. His parents gift him new kitchenware. His older brother helps paint. Namjoon gives him some new plants to care for, and Yoongi comes over to assemble some furniture because ‘you need the help kid’. A few weeks post-divorce, he feels good, normal. He’s out with his mom at the mall when he finally sees her.

He wants to say she’s more beautiful than he remembers, but all he can focus on is the bump she has. His mom catches his line of sight, “Oh, look at my Yn-ie. She looks beautiful, doesn’t she?” He nods in response. “She’s eight months now, Mrs. Min says it’s a girl. They’re so excited, Hyeri says Yoonie has been talking non-stop about the baby,” his mother chatters. She talks his ear off about the Min baby. The name, the nursery, heck even the baby shower the moms threw as a surprise. He’s happy for her, for them. He ignores the ache in his chest the rest of the outing.

His mother, bless her heart, goes up to Y/n. Asks how she’s doing, how baby min is doing. “Surprisingly energetic,” she jokes, “Yoongi says she gets it from him, but this is the same man that knocks out if he gets comfortable enough on anything.”

While his mom is chatting Y/n up, he takes her in. She cut her hair to a lob, waves a little more defined. Her smile lines are a little more prevalent. Eyes sparkling, a bit tired looking, the baby must be giving her a hard time if it’s kicking up a storm in there. She rubs her belly in comforting motions, as she talks with his mom. He can’t help admiring her features.

“What do you think, kookie?”

Jungkook stared at his mother, and Y/n, “I’m sorry what?”

His mother sighed, “He’s been like this for a bit, sweetie. Nothing sweetheart.”

They keep chatting about the baby. He tells his mom he has to finish his errands. She waves him away with a ‘be careful’ and ‘love you’. Y/n waves goodbye with a shy look. They walk slowly to the nearest bench, his mother’s hands waving around as she speaks.

He doesn’t know how he gets to Y/n’s house. One drink turned into three then six and a half. All doubles, of course. The bartender could tell he was drowning his sorrows, and promptly cut him off as he was ordering his seventh drink, but instead of a double a triple. His angel of a bartender helped him order an Uber to the nearest place he could remember. Once he arrived at the apartment complex, he made the very unsteady way to Yoongi’s and Y/n’s apartment. He knocked on the door heavily. It felt like a long time until Y/n answered.

She looked so pretty. In her cute little pj’s, belly accentuated by the soft material. Her cheeks a little rosy from the effort of walking at this point in her pregnancy.

Surprise filled her face, “Jungkook, what are you doing here?”

He pouts, swaying a bit as he tries to find his footing, “I.. I miss you. It’s been hard these last few months without you.”

“Are you drunk,” Y/n asks worried.

Jungkook hiccups in response, “In my defense, the nice bartender lady cut me off.” Y/n sighs, she could call Mrs. Jeon to come get Jungkook. But she doesn’t want her to see him this inebriated. The feelings of the divorce probably caught up with him and were too overwhelming. Y/n doesn’t know what to do, but decides to take care of Jungkook like she used to.

Y/n takes his hand, and gently guides him to the large side of the L-shape couch. She avoids putting any of Jungkook’s weight on herself while gently, as gently as she can place a drunk man, sitting him. She coaxes Jungkook to slowly drink a full glass of water to sober up, with little difficulty thank goodness. After a moment or two of adjustment on the couch that wouldn’t make her uncomfortable, Y/n settles next to Jungkook. It would be better to be closer to him, as to avoid the unavoidable struggle that movement seems to have these days.

Jungkook must be finding it difficult to sit upright, as he ends up laying down. Feet dangling on the edge, head on the available part of your lap, his face looking away from your belly. He starts to hum quietly, nothing specific really, it’s calming.

“Can you pet my hair, please,” Jungkook mumbles. Y/n nods, “Sure. Your hair has gotten long, I like it. It suits you.”

Jungkook slurs, “Thanks, Sooyoung hated it long. Said it made me look messy.” She hummed in distaste, “She also hated anything that wasn’t to her liking. I’ve missed you too Kook. It’s been weird not having you around.”

He snuggles deeper into her lap finding comfort in her warmth, “I know. You don't know how much I’ve been wanting to call you, and just tell you all the things that happened.”

Y/n nudges Jungkook up, she settles more comfortably into her spot and nudges Jungkook back down. He decides he’s no longer satisfied with looking at the wall in front of him, and with the most grace he can muster he turns to face Y/n’s belly. If he was sober enough he could’ve seen the pink rising in her ears. He grabs her hand and places it back on his head to keep receiving his favorite head scratches. Maybe it’s the whiskey, but he feels like he’s having a staring contest with Y/n’s belly. He’s strangely okay with that, until he feels the (surprisingly) hard kick of baby min on his cheek.

Jungkook lets out a groan, and follows it up with an antagonistic soft poke at the spot the kick came from. “Your kid isn’t even here yet and it’s already bullying me,” he sighs. “You’re supposed to be nice to your elders,” he tells her. Y/n giggles, “She’s a kicker. Sometimes she’ll wake me up in the middle of the night. I don’t know where she got this energy from. My mother in law says her boys weren’t too rowdy, and mom says I wasn't a kicker, but more of a crier. So that’s something to look forward to.”

Jungkook laughs, he wants to say she still is. He looks up at her, “Is it okay if I touch your belly?” Y/n is a little shocked. The few times he’s seen her, he’s never mentioned anything about her pregnancy. She wants to question him, but decides against it. She gives him a soft nod, and guides his hand to her belly. “Be gentle,” Y/n tells him.

Jungkook moves his hand in small, soft circles. Making quiet noises of contentment. A few minutes of silence pass by with no words exchanged. It feels comfortable, even a little nostalgic to how things were pre-marriages. “Kids,” Jungkook says.

“What?” Y/n asks.

“We divorced over kids,” he says more firmly, “Sooyoung wasn’t sure if she wanted kids. You already know I wanted them. We couldn’t come to an agreement of when we would start trying. She wanted to wait because she was up for a promotion at work, and she didn’t want to pass it up by staying home with the kids. I told her I was okay being at home with them, the good thing about my job is that I can work from home, if needed. I could be the stay at home dad, be part time until we were comfortable enough to put them in daycare and go back to full time. She said she’d think about it.”

He sniffles, and buries his face into Y/n’s belly. She starts to caress his hair to comfort him, “It’s okay, take your time.”

Jungkook sniffled a bit more, rubbing little circles on her belly with his thumb, “She said we would talk more about it. A little before you got married we talked about it again, but she kept saying she can’t do her job and be pregnant. I told her she wouldn’t do it herself, I would help her. We were a unit. She refused to talk about it after that. Any time I wanted to have a talk about it, it turned into something bigger and ugly. A few months ago I mentioned that mom had told me you were pregnant.” He paused for a moment, wondering if it was appropriate to go on. Y/n kept playing with his hair, encouraging him to speak when he’s comfortable.

“I made a comment..,” Jungkook mumbles, “I made a comment about how I couldn’t wait for our kids to be running around together. Sooyoung got angry. She said that would never happen. I asked her why, you were still my friend, so is Yoongi. Why wouldn’t I want our kids to be friends too?”

Y/n hummed, not sure how to react to Sooyoung’s statement. “Is that what started the argument?”

He nodded, “Yeah. I got upset, I told her that she can’t keep avoiding my friends, I missed you guys and wanted to be how we were. I wanted you to, at least, be amicable. I didn’t expect her to be best friends with you guys.” Jungkook got quiet once again. He could feel baby Min moving. He wanted to feel what he’s missing these past several months.

“So, clearly she didn’t like us,” Y/n jokes.

Jungkook chuckled dryly, “Clearly. She said how do I expect her to be friends with the person she’ll always be second best to. As well as the people that blamed her for us not being together.”

“I told her Joon and Yoongi don’t blame her for anything,” he said, “She wasn’t second best to anyone, and you’ve been my friend for years. Sooyoung didn’t believe it. I asked her if we all somehow got along, why wouldn’t our kids be friends. She said there wasn’t going to be any kids for yours to be friends with. I asked her what she meant.” Jungkook choked up at the memory, “Sooyoung said after some thinking, she wasn’t sure if she ever wanted kids. She doesn’t know if she can commit herself to that role. She says she has her career ahead of her and I can’t make her be a mom.”

Jungkook started to tear up, “I told her I’m not expecting her to be a stay at home mom. I repeated that I would be a stay at home parent… She… She said she’s not sure if she wants to have kids at all. Sooyoung said it’s too much responsibility.”

He started to sob, his body shaking from the increased intensity. “I couldn’t believe it. When we were dating she said she wanted kids. I’m not upset that she doesn’t want any, it’s her choice. I’m upset that she lied to me about it.”

Y/n’s heart aches for her friend, she knows how much Jungkook wanted kids. Namjoon might be the one buying baby shoes because he finds them cute, but Jungkook has always talked about being a dad. Always talked about how he wanted to be the type of parent his were, that encouraged him to thrive in his likes and talents. He was passionate about it.

“We talked all night. We couldn’t come to any type of resolution. So we decided to separate. This was something that was non-negotiable.”

“Is that what led to the divorce,” Y/n asked.

Jungkook nodded, “She stayed at a coworker’s place that she’s friends with. We didn’t talk for a couple weeks. Sooyoung reached out first. She said this is something she won’t change her mind on. She’s sorry for not being truthful about her stance on kids. We decided to divorce. We settled pretty quickly. It’s signed and official as of last month.”

“I’m sorry kook,” Y/n whispered.

You were sorry, he knew you were. He keeps rubbing your belly, feeling baby Min follow around. Wanting to feel the comfort of having you around.

Jungkook ends up falling in and out of sleep. He doesn’t know how long he lays there for.

“No, I’m fine.”

“He’s asleep right now.”

Who were you talking to?

“No, Yoonie, it's fine. He’s sleeping and he didn’t do anything. I think the divorce finally got to him.”

He heard you pause, but didn’t hear anyone else in the apartment. You must be speaking with Yoongi on the phone.

“No, we just talked about it. He was pretty upset, obviously.”

You continued to play with his hair, brushing out the knots with your fingers. He hummed lowly, snuggling closer to your belly. Baby Min must’ve had the same idea because she was still squirming around. Yoongi assured you he would be home soon with Namjoon to get Jungkook home.

“Y/n?”

“Yes, Kook,” You answered.

He sits up, eyes puffy, and cheeks stained with tears. “Do you ever think about us?”

“Like? Our friendship? Of course, all the time,” you answer.

He scoots closer facing you, and reaches out to hold your hand. “No, I’m talking about us. What we could’ve been.”

“I did, but not anymore,” you answered honestly, “You chose Sooyoung, kook. I wasn’t going to wait forever. I deserved, and still deserve to be happy. And I am happy. You shouldn’t think about the what if’s.”

Jungkook sniffled. “I do,” he whispered, “All the time. I think about what if, I had worked up the courage to confess to you on one of our last movie nights? Things would’ve been different. We would’ve been happy. We would’ve gotten married, and had the wedding you always talked about.” He paused, he’s trying so hard not to cry about it. “We would’ve had those cats you wanted, and we would’ve finally adopted the dog that hangs around the convenience store. We would’ve had a baby. We would’ve been a family. I should’ve said something, shown you how much I loved you. How much I still love you.”

You pulled your hand away from him, “But you didn’t, you chose Sooyoung kook. I loved you, I still love you, but not how you want me to. Maybe things would’ve been different, but it’s too late.”

Jungkook starts to sob, he knows it’s too late. It felt bittersweet to hear that she still loves him.

-

Namjoon takes Jungkook home. He feels everything, yet nothing. Maybe he can start fresh with no what if’s to cling on to.

Joon helps him get cleaned up, and lays him down in his cold bed. He lets himself dream of what could’ve been.

“How are my girls doing?” Jungkook asked, while caressing your growing tummy. “SHE,” you pointed, “is giving mommy a hard time. S’been kicking all morning. She’s definitely YOUR daughter.” Jungkook lets out a sympathetic giggle. Your baby has been a pain in your butt, more like your bladder, since she could move. Mrs. Jeon says her youngest was the exact same, and to expect an energetic baby once she’s out. She’ll be all smiles, and sweet giggles, as well as a pain to put to sleep. Maybe she’ll take after her father and sleep like a log your mother in law jokes. The last few weeks have been a whirlwind of doctors appointments, birthing classes, nesting, nesting, and more nesting. The nursery has changed colors three times, Jungkook was insistent on doing art on the walls to give it a personal touch. Took a whole weekend, but now your baby girl will be slumbering under the stars.

Both of you have gone through the recommended parenting books, gotten advice from the grandmothers and aunties, Jungkook might’ve panicked a little at the repeated visual of you giving birth. But, it’s all part of the process. He’s been enjoying giving little facts he’s been learning from the shared pregnancy tracker.

“Babe, did you know our baby is the size of a cherry today?”

“Hey, by now they grew all their toes.”

“Did you know our baby can pee? In the womb?”

“Jungkook, what the fuck dude?”

Other than the obvious pregnancy issues, things have been smooth sailing. His favorite thing to do these days has been laying his head on your lap caressing your belly. If it was up to him he’d stay there for hours drawing patterns with his fingers, singing to his baby, feeling her movements.

A/N: Heyyyyyyyy~~~ originally I wasn’t gonna do an epilogue, but I got the idea after talking about a headcanon I had with my sister. Happy (super) late birthday to Jungkookie ❤️ hopefully in my next fic involving you, you get to be happy lol. Feedback is appreciated ❤️

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[foster-the-world]

No more curls

Warning: This is a lot of words about my son's haircut. Feel free to skip. It helped me to get my words out.

I had to take the girls to their activity so my husband took my son to get his hair trimmed. This was after I noticed he needed a haircut, found the barber and made the appt to fit my husbands schedule. He had them chop off all of his curls. I know it's absurd but I was really sad. I loved his curls. My husband has heard me say at least 500 times I love his curls. This is his third hair trim so he knows what it looks like afterwards. He was mad that I was mad. We fought. It was partially about the curls but of course in marriages its always the underlying things. How did he not know that i'd be annoyed? Does he not listen to me at all? He never ever would notice any of the kids need haircuts, or new clothes, or their face washed before they leave the house, or baths, or lotion every day because they have eczema. Let alone do the research to find the barber, find the lotion that works, etc, etc. In six years of having children he hasn't bought a single outfit. I've spent hundreds of hours on the internet figuring out how to care for black hair. We are white parents to black children - we cannot have them looking dirty/unkept when they leave the house. That is both of our responsibility.

It also adds another thing to the list of things I can't ask my husband to help me with. It doesn't help that I went to our rental home and found ten late payment noticed in our mailbox. It was for three bills that are overdue and we got several notices for each. One of which was our electricity bill on the rental house. It was ten days from being turned off. Rentals account for roughly 40% of our income. It's the only reason we can get by while I'm in school. We cannot afford for the lights to go out on a renter. Not that we didn't have the money to pay. He just doesn't organize himself to pay things on time. To him, it's not a big deal. You pay the late fee and move on. Not that we can afford late fees. Countless time we've talked about how paying bills on time and being financially responsible is important to me. I can't take over everything he does wrong. I already do much more than my fair share. I pay all of our city bills. He's supposed to handle the Upstate bills. The money comes from joint account.

Luckily, we communicate pretty well. So once we cooled down/put the kids to bed we had a decent conversation. I'm tired of being the competent one. He's tired of feeling afraid that I'm going to be mad that he's doing things wrong. I can understand his feelings and he can understand mine but we don't know how to get past it. He does want to do more but can't seem to handle more. But I don't want to get stuck with it because I'm competent. I'm exhausted. He's exhausted. Some things require money which we are short on these days. I know it's all relative and we are lucky to have all we do. If I wasn't in school we could hire out some of the things I take care of. Some of the things are hopefully related to this stage of life with young kids. We are both overwhelmed. A full time job for him, nursing school for me, a rental home to manage, three young children, foster care stuff. Again, I know some people do much more and have many more children but it still feels like a lot to us.

Anyway, call me superficial but I'm still bummed about his hair. The perfect curls may grow back but I'm not sure. I think his curl pattern may change as he gets older. In which case it would have changed anyway but the baby curls would have lasted for a long while. My husband said he didn't know that. Of course, he doesn't know that because he hasn't spent endless amount of time learning about black hair. Of course, baby boy is still very cute. He has a perfect face. He remains perfect. The older ladies at daycare were also not impressed. They understand my sadness - which made me feel better. They didn't even want me to get him a trim.

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Drabbles:

This is Girl Talk, so Leave 💞

Slice of Life AU

Do you think I’m scared of a woman? 💞

College AU

Slice of Life AU

Short Stories:

A Lifetime under Moonlit Nights 🌩 💞

5k

God AU

Overview: It was a love story that began when Gods roamed the Earth, and lasted over the course of several centuries, always under the beauty of a moonlit sky. When one life cut too short, you realize how tiresome it is to constantly be reborn.

Series:

Dad Jokes and Spilled Coffee 💞

Book 7 in the Mated Love is Never Easy Universe

Hybrid AU

Overview: TBW

Sneak Peak: “I knew I was handsome, but now I’m just hot. And it’s not because of the coffee that you spilled on me either.”

Drabbles:

Please...love me 🌩

Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween 💞

Safety First 🌩

Unrequited Love AU

College AU

Short Stories:

If you can’t sleep...we could have sex? 💞 💋

2k

Slice of Life AU

Overview: You can’t fall asleep. So Yoongi finds an alternative solution to your problem.

A Slice of Forever 💞 🌩

3k

Vampire AU

Poly AU

Featuring Namjoon

Overview: They were just stories. Werewolves, Witches, Gremlins, Vampires...they were all a story that thrived off of Halloween. At least, that’s what you thought. Until you met them.

Series:

Midnight Love Songs 💞 🌩 💋

Book 4 in the Mated Love is Never Easy Universe

Hybrid AU

Overview: TBW

Sneak Peak: “The stars are pretty, but there’s a moon that shines more brightly, and who I love quite dearly.”

Drabbles:

Tied Up 💞 💋

Date Night AU

Short Stories:

Man-Child 🌩

1k

Idol AU

Stop Being So Cute 💞

3k

Coffee Shop AU

Overview: Dating is never easy. So when your best friend sets you up on a blind date, you agree to meet up at a coffee shop. Only problem is, he never shows up, and a certain barista can’t help glancing your way.

Daydreaming About Dandelions 💞

3k

Daycare AU

Overview: For the time that they were in your classroom, they were your kids and nothing meant more to you than them. Being a teacher at a daycare was your life, and to your surprise, the new teacher Mr. Hoseok, was going to be shadowing you for the day.

Hookup on an Airplane 💋💞

7k

Traveling AU

Overview: You were finally achieving your dream of traveling the world, and the the first stop on your list was South Korea. After a stressful morning and with a long day ahead, all you wanted to do was sleep on the plane. But when your seat mate turns out to be cute, and offers to help you take care of a certain problem, well, the flight suddenly becomes more fun than you expected.

Series:

Strawberry Cream and BBQ 💞 💋 🌩

85k in total.

Book 1 in the Mated Love is Never Easy Universe

Hybrid AU

Completed

Overview: Your best friend knows that she can count on your for anything, so when she asks you to watch her hybrid while she’s gone for a study abroad trip, you can’t say no. But when these four months are over, things have changed in a way that no one expected.

Move in Day: A SC&BBQ Drabble 💞 4k

Drabbles:

Does he know about the baby? 💞

Slice of Life AU

Overview: Namjoon accidentally reads a text that wasn’t meant for him.

Short Stories:

My Everything 💞

2k

Slice of Life AU

Overview: You go to a family reunion that only results in disaster with how your family treats you, so you go back home to seek comfort in your boyfriend.

Yellow Gerber Daises 💞

1k

Slice of Life AU

Overview: It’s your birthday, but you’re the one who has a surprise for Namjoon.

Stop interrupting me 🌩

1k

Slice of Life AU

Dear Diary... 💞

1k

Soul Mate AU

College AU

Overview: The last thing Namjoon expected was to wake up in someone else’s bed, let alone with a stranger who he doesn’t remember in the slightest bit.

A Slice of Forever 💞 🌩

3k

Vampire AU

Poly AU

Featuring Yoongi

Overview: They were just stories. Werewolves, Witches, Gremlins, Vampires...they were all a story that thrived off of Halloween. At least, that’s what you thought. Until you met them.

Brotið Hjarta 🌩💞

25k

Fantasy AU

Elf AU

Norse Light Elf Mythology

Overview: When a magical storm threatens to wipe out your home, you venture into the forest in search of someone - anyone - who can help end it. When an Elf takes you in after getting injured, you learn that those who live in the forest are not the monsters your village town has made them out to be, but victims.

Series:

Knitting You a Home 🌩💞💋

Book 2 in the Mated Love is Never Easy Universe

Hybrid AU

In-Progress

Overview: With questions far larger than either of you imagined, you can’t help but wonder if Namjoon’s let his past and old fears to come back and haunt him. You had shown him that it was possible to have a home and to be loved once before, but will you be able to do it again?

Drabbles:

I’m not going to be sympathetic until you see a Doctor 💞

Slice of Life AU

Welcome back. Now fucking help me💞

Slice of Life AU

Short Stories:

Dancing in Europe 💞

2k

Idol AU

Overview: You and Jimin have only recently started dating when he he whisks you of to Europe on his days off, and surprises you with a date to go see a ballet performance.

Mon Amour 💞

1k

College AU

Artist AU

Overview: You were Jimin’s muse. No matter what his materials were, his ideas, he always found you at the center of his latest art piece.

Memories of Old and New 💞

6k

Christmas AU

Established Relationship AU

Slice of Life AU

Overview: It the first Christmas that you’re celebrating with Jimin, but the magical holiday isn’t the same after the unexpected passing of your parents.

Type 2 💞 🌩

10k

Established Relationship AU

Slice of Life AU

Medical Condition

Overview: You were diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes in high school and ever since then, you’re been able to manage it without a problem Sticking to a schedule and monitoring your blood was easy. Then came Jimin, and you suddenly you found yourself hiding it all from him. But when your blood sugar drops dangerously low in the middle of the night, Jimin’s the only one who can help you.

Series:

Snapshots of Our Story 💞

Sleep - Sleepless Nights - Pt 3?

Idol AU

Overview: With a once in a lifetime chance of hanging out with BTS for a week, you and Jimin unexpectedly end up growing feelings for each other. These are the snapshots as the two of you try to make it all work out.

Simply Baby Steps 💞 🌩 💋

Book 3 in the Mated Love is Never Easy Universe

Hybrid AU

Overview: TBW

Sneak Peak: “I don’t care if it’s just the two of us for the rest of our lives. I love you, and we’re going to figure this out, together. That’s what it means to have a Mate; supporting and being there for them when everything is going right, and being there when they’re hurting and loving them nonetheless. Because I’ll always love you, no matter what.”

Drabbles:

Tell me that you need me 💋

Vampire AU

I’m not buying IKEA furniture again 💞

Slice of Life AU

Short Stories:

Otherworldly Lovin’ 💋

6k

Alien AU

Overview: Not only did he crash land into your yard, but he also crashed right into your heart...among other places.

Series:

Knowing You 💞 🌩

Late Night Bus Rides - A Missed Stop

Idol AU

Unrequited Love AU

Completed

Overview: You and Taehyung were best friends, feelings grew, and even when he went off to become an Idol, you thought nothing would ever change your friendship. But then life came knocking.

Running Wild 🌩💞💋

Book 5 in the Mated Love is Never Easy Universe

Hybrid AU

Overview: TBW

Sneak Peak: “I’ve always been told that I was runner. So I ran. From everything that was possible to run away from. With you, for the first time all I want to do is stay.”

Drabbles:

I lost our baby 💞

Slice of Life AU

Overview: Jungkook looses more than a game of hide and seek.

The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids 💞

Overview: Jungkook has an unlikely helper when trying to impress you.

Short Stories:

The Coffee Lounge 💞

6k

College AU

Overview: Jungkook has had a crush on you since the semester started, and when he informs you about an essay that you knew nothing about and is due the next morning, he jumps at the chance to help you out with it. What he doesn’t realize, is that you share the same feelings for him.

Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass! 🌩

1k

Idol AU

Overview: All he wanted to do was surprise you, but when he arrives at your place, Jungkook realizes just how much work has interfered with his relationship with you.

One on One 💞

3k

Boxer AU

College AU

Overview: He was a boxer, and you were a student. Two separate lives and yet, you were the one putting him back together.

Consequences 💞 🌩

6k

College AU

Forbidden Love AU

Overview: You had dated one of his best friends - someone Jungkook considered to be an older brother - and even though were single and he never once stopped loving you, dating was an impossible option. The consequences of dating an ex of the leader? Life threatening.

Series:

Mistaken Identity 🌩 💋 💞

Book 6 in the Mated Love is Never Easy Universe

Hybrid AU

Overview: TBW

Sneak Peak: “I got sick of them calling me something that I’m not, that I pushed myself to prove to them who I really am. But without you, I’m right back where I started. Lost and incomplete.”

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[angelanika]

How Bizarre Pt2

<<<< Part 1                                    Part 3 >>>>  

Chapter warnings: cursing, sugar daddy/baby relationships, sexual themes

A couple hours after you left, Bakugou had finally woken up. He rolled his tired body over and his drowsy eyes peered at the bed-side clock,“tch. Already noon.” 

His red eyes looked sleepily around the luxurious hotel room, noting your absence. A teeny-tiny, itsy-bitsy, micro-minature part of him wished that you were still there.

 He pictured how your skin delectably contrasted the white bed sheets below him and how your pretty eyes gazed up into his own full of lust and desire. If only you had stayed a little longer...maybe he could’ve gotten another round in...

He groaned as he threw himself out of the bed and strolled towards the shower. The stress of the previous weeks were nothing some good drinks and hot sex couldn’t fix and as the water streamed down his toned body, he was already feeling more and more refreshed.

You, on the other hand, were as busy as a bee. 

After rushing home to clean yourself up and diving into a crowded train, you arrived at the Hara Estate with 2 minutes to spare.

You had only begun setting down your belongings in the small room near the massive kitchen when the lady of the house yoo-hooed out for you.

“Y/N!! Y/N!!”

You appeared in front of her.

“Oh great! Glad you’re here. I have so much for you to do today, everything has to be perfecttttt,” she sang while slapping a to-do list on the counter, “Hurry up and change dear then get to work. Ok?”

“ok.”

Her smile faded and she stared at you sternly.

“Yes Mrs.Hara,” you corrected.

Her matte pink smile returned as she gave the to-do list two light taps on the marble counter, “Well chop-chop.” 

Your blood boiled.

She turned on her pointed heels and she pranced away leaving you burning holes in the back of her dark, silky hair. 

Ma'am, you're grey roots are showing 🙄

Your job definitely didn’t start off like this. Hell, you weren’t even obligated to lift a finger but...shit happens...

......

You had met the witch's husband, Mr.Hara, at the daycare you used to work at. He wouldn't always be the one to drop his son, Prince, off but he made sure to pick him up in the evenings.

You worked at the tiny front desk, so you were always able to catch a glimpse of the visibly wealthy man when he came in.

Mr.Hara was a tall, slim Japanese. Fit and paired with shiny, black hair, always trimmed to perfection and silver streak in the front just for show. 

He worked somewhere behind the scenes in the Hero Commission...or Association...or something like that…. Let’s just say the man had impressive connections and money to spare!

He was clearly older than you, probably by a decade, but that didn't stop your eyes from roaming and your mind from wandering.

Saying that he hadn’t been eyeing you as well, would be a blatant lie on his part. 

One afternoon when he was signing the book after collecting Prince, he suddenly spoke up, "How much longer do you plan on working here?"

"S'cuse me?" You said, taken aback by the sudden and almost intrusive question.

He slipped his sleek, black and gold pen back into his suit pocket before closing the check-out book and handing it back to you, "Well I know that working here can't pay you that well and I'm sure you don't plan on doing this the rest of your life," he explained.

"My career plans are none of your concern Mr.Hara."

He chuckled at this and you cracked a small smile but you both knew that he was right.

You would think that working at a daycare for the rich and privileged would pay you just as elegantly, but boy were you wrong! It was minimum wage with a few toasted breadcrumbs and as much as you tried to deny it, you would soon need to find a new job.

"I'll tell you what," Mr. Hara began, " You come work for me at my place and I'll pay you ten times as much as you get here."

Your ears perked up. 

"Work for you?"

"Yeah. Trust me. It's not bad at all,” he stated while leaning over the counter and lowering his silky smooth voice, “Just come to my place a few days a week, cook, clean...entertain me."

Instant butterflies!

Your eyes went wide, “Entertain you?! I’m sorry Mr. Hara but I cannot sleep with you!!”      

   ...at least take me out for dinner first😏

He quickly straightened back up and waved his hands dismissively, “No No not like that. It just gets a little lonely in the house. That’s all...”

You stared at him suspiciously.

“I’ll tell you what,” he declared, “Here’s my personal number, we can discuss it more over the phone. You don’t even have to do the housework but just give me a call ok?”

“Oh..ok..thank you Mr. Hara,” you mumbled softly as you accepted the little note..

After fixing his dark sunglasses back in place and calling for Prince, who had been completely enchanted by whatever game he was playing on his tablet, he made his way to the exit, leading Prince through first.

 Then he suddenly stopped midway and turned back to you with a smirk...

“Oh and please, call me Kenji.”

Before you could even reply, he had disappeared through the heavy glass doors and into his BMW.

D-Did you just cop yourself a sugar baby position???

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Two days later, you gave him a call. 

He answered all of your questions effortlessly as if he had done this a thousand times and flattered you with the absurd amount he was willing to pay you for just keeping him company.

“...and what about sex?” you whispered timidly into the phone, ensuring that even the ghosts in your empty apartment couldn’t hear you.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he laughed. “So Y/N? What do you say?”

Exactly one week after that, you’re striding through the mansion gates.

Seeing that your new “job” had extremely flexible working hours, you decided against quitting at the daycare. The extra income was now seemingly unnecessary but the more the merrier right?

 It also grants you an easy answer to the inevitable question of “So what do you do for a living?” rather than having to explain your relationship with Mr.Hara or trying to avoid the question totally. 

You straightened out your burgundy blouse and picked at the little fluffs on your jeans, before entering the house.

He had told you to just let yourself in when you got there and that’s exactly what you did. 

When you finally strolled into the house, your jaw immediately dropped. 

Girls! Girls! Girls!

Girls of all different shapes, sizes and colours were littered around the living room, relaxing in the pool and snacking in the kitchen.

“Lonely my ass,” you thought. 

Your presence had quickly caught the attention of a particular blonde who sprinted towards you at lightning speed. Her piercing green eyes and strikingly long legs had even you mesmerized. 

You were definitely in the presence of a Victoria Secret model.

“OHHH you must be Y/N, Daddy told us to look out for you!!”

Daddy? 

“He’s in his office. Come! Come!” 

After giving the door a few light taps, you heard the low timbre of Mr.Hara’s voice beckoning you to come in.

“Ah y/n. I see you’ve met Lada.” he chirps. 

The girl in question whose accent you have picked up to be Russian smiles down at you brightly. 

As Mr.Hara dismisses Lada, he calls out to another girl who suddenly appears from under the desk.

You nearly had heart failure.

She strides out with Lada, patting down her purple lingerie.

You physically had to bend over to pick up your jaw from the floor.

Mr.Hara smoothly turns to you in his chair, totally unfazed. 

“Glad you made it Y/N, welcome to your new job.”

* * * *

This chapter gives a lot of background but sit tight, the drama is comingggg 🤪

TAGLIST

@jazzylove @blkirishima 

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x black reader #katsuki x black!reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x poc #bakugou x poc reader #mha bakugou #mha fic #ground zero x reader #midoriya x black reader #midoriya x y/n #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #bakugou fic #katsuki x y/n #bakugou katuski x reader #aizawa x black!reader #x black reader #x poc!reader

[dreaminpeaches]

New Paracosm AU: Big Hero Beau

@decaykid yes, kind of...

Okay, like I said in my last post this idea came to me after listening to Fist Pump and Viva Namida on loop with pacing.

So you know like how the original Humble Pie paracosm is very western horror kind of drama, yeah? well, this paracosm is just full on ANIME BBY!!! I'm talking Space Dandy, I'm talkin' Gurren Lagann, I'm talkin maybe a little bit of Trigun, and also takes alot from action rpgs like Bayonetta, Devil May Cry, Persona, Viewitful Joe, and Wonderful 101 (but its like only two people), and takes alot from Sonic the hedgehog (mostly Sonic Underground, Sonic Adventure 2, and Sonic Forces), and little bit from Fancy Pants ( that's not an anime or a "real" video game, its just an old flash game I used to hyperfixate on).

This paracosm is completely different which is why I gave it, it's own name instead of just adjective then "!"

This version of Beau takes a lot of inspiration from Dandy ( Space Dandy), Vash The Stampede (Trigun), Sonic The Hedgehog (Sonic The Hedgehog), and Kamina (Gurren Langann)

In this paracosm, both of Beau's parents perished in a tragic accident, Beau takes his siblings to an abandoned shack and they hide out and live out there. the tragedy this motivative Beau to become stronger and a hero, not only to keep his siblings safe but others too. The last thing his mom told him was that his smile could save a thousand lives, so because of that he always keeps an upbeat, go get 'em attitude, and he doesn't want to bum his younger siblings out. His mom also gave Beau her heart shape locket before she passed on, so Beau has worn it ever since that day.

The locket is very precious to him, he doesn't let anyone touch it (other than his siblings), and if he loses it he'll go into a panic attack and can't do anything else until he finds it again.

Dev, Beau's little brother, also wants to be strong and a hero, he tries to train like his brother but he can't keep up. Beau tells Dev that he has to be strong in his own way, so Dev decides to put his tech skills to good use and make his older brother cool weapons for him to use. I forgot to mention in this paracosm some people are born with superpowers and such, and Beau's superpowers are super strength and speed, while Dev's superpower is super intelligence.

Dev can't keep up with his brother on foot, so he made himself a jetpack to keep up, and makes science weapons for himself to use.

In this paracosm, there are evil robots, pirates, bandits, ninjas, demons, fallen angels, giant spiders, bad guys who kidnap pretty people, any enemy you would find in a video game or anime yeah it's probably here. So, there's always something for Beau and Dev to fight or someone to save from something.

Beau and Dev don't have secret identities since superpowered people are common but they get to have a pretty rad transformation scene activate when they fist bump each other.

Beau fighting style is similar to that of a hack and slack fighting game, Beau mostly use his fists to fight and his speed, he'll also use guns too, but he'll only use swords if he thinks he can pull off a cool move, since not really experience using them that much. Dev made Beau special gloves and boots that make the attack range of his hit larger so its easier to take out hoards of stuff like robots (which happens lot) and big enemies like giant monsters.

His boots are also guns so its like....

Oh, and Beau also makes sure that he always looks cool when fighting just in case someone takes a pic (which happens alot). Unlike Bayonetta, Beau is more playful with his posing rather than sexy.

Dev's wits come in handy when the two come across puzzles, riddles, or finding a way out of traps on their adventures since Beau didn't complete school once his parents passed and mostly focus on raising his siblings and hero training.

Much like Sonic, Beau is very snarky and witty while fighting his enemies (or at least tries to be), he always tries to make a snarky comment or a really cool zinger before finishing off his enemy. Due to his kind of being not the sharpest tool in the shed, it can take a while for him to come up with a good zinger, so it kind of stalls fights, and sometimes it gets to the point where the enemy is just like "Oh my GOD! just KILL ME!", this also annoys and embarrasses Dev too at times.

Beau makes money from bounties and doing odd jobs around, he makes enough for his siblings to live comfortably, but there are times where he'll go hungry because he only has enough for Dev and Carrie to eat. Beau is still a kind of a lower-level hero compare to the other well know ones around.

Dev has also made a rocket ship so they can fight intergalactically on other planets

Carrie in this paracosm is still 4 years old, she has yet to show any signs of having powers, which is pretty normal for her age since people in this world don't show powers until they hit their pre-teen years.

Beau will take Carrie on their adventures if it's safe enough, but if the mission is too dangerous Beau will take her to the nearest daycare or the nearest trustworthy femme person. Beau will try to make the mission or fight end quickly as possible if he left Carrie with a stranger, there's a sigh of relief once he finds her safe, if not (which doesn't happen a lot thankfully), well somebody gonna die and Beau tries to make it up to her by spending the next few days with her, just him and Carrie.

Beau tries to put being a good guardian/older brother before being a hero and tries his best to spend as much time with Carrie and Dev as possible on chiller/lower stakes days.

Beau had never had time to really process the feeling of losing his parents, there are days where he feels down but he never lets it show around his siblings or have it affect his hero work. There are nights where those memories keep him up, sometimes he'll cry but still try to smile thru the tears.

Beau likes to give peps talks to himself in the mirror, and pep talks to Dev, when he's feeling discouraged, although most of the time those pep talks don't really make any sense Dev still appreciate his brother's kind words.

Since Beau saves people, he interacts a lot with damsels in distress, he flirts with them, but usually gets rejected for coming across as too cheesy or cocky. He doesn't really mind it tho, he actually finds it funny, but when a lady actually flirts back he gets really flustered and has to leave immediately. Despite this Beau still tries to give Dev advice on talking to girls.

Beau still smokes and drinks because the stress of having to raise young siblings, dealing with trauma, and being a hero can be alot, but he still makes sure his siblings don't see him and he doesn't get too wasted.

Other than hero stuff, Hero! Beau enjoys reading comics, parkour, skateboarding, break dancing (which he incorporates in his fighting for some really cool finishers), practicing cool poses and phrases, playing video games with his little brother, and watching barbie movies with his little sisters (since Barbie reminds him of his mom).

Oof, I think that's all I got for now....

TL;DL Basically if this version of Beau is Sonic the original Beau is more like Shadow if that makes any sense.

#paraportal #new paracosm #paracosm #paracosm: big hero beau #para: hero! beau #I still have yet to figure out how Bonnie fits into this paracosm #their dynamic is gonna be more of a 'two stupid dorks' kind of dynamic #I dont think this paracosm could get anymore anime than this #maybe I'll make bonnie a magical girl #idk would that be too much

[starrybethany]

Maybe Someday - Matthew Tkachuk Imagine Part 2

Part 1

Word count: 3.4K

She steps up to the plate, nervously brushing a stray strand of hair out of her face. She’s never nervous- she’s the most confident little girl I’ve ever met. The only time I’ve ever seen her anxious is on the field.

The pitcher throws the ball. It lands in the box on the side of the plate, Naomi standing still like she’s been taught when the throw is a ball. The tiny boy beside me grips my hand tighter and I squeeze it in response, not moving my eyes from my daughter.

The pitcher throws the ball again. I watch as Naomi swings the bat with sturdiness, hitting the ball and knocking it into left field.

“Run, Naomi,” Wyatt cheers like I’ve taught him to do. Her small legs carry her to first base, and she pants when she stops at the base. Her eyes slide over to meet mine and I shoot her a thumbs up.

She smiles. The game continues and soon enough she makes it back to home base, giving her team another point.

“You did so good, honey,” I pull her into a tight hug when the game is over. “I’m proud of you.”

“You tell me that all of the time, mommy.” I already know she’s blushing, so I pull out of the embrace, not wanting to embarrass her in front of all of her friends.

“Good job Mimi,” Wyatt pulls his sister into a hug and I fight back the squeal that wants to escape at their sibling love. She reluctantly hugs him back. I know that she just wants to appear cool in front of her friends, but I can also tell she wants to give all of the love in the world to her little brother at the same time.

“Why don’t you go talk to your friends, Naomi? I just need to talk to your coach about next week’s game and then we can go grab ice cream,” I request, picking up a tired Wyatt and pulling him into my arms. She nods, running off towards her friends as I walk over to her coach.

~

“So as you all know we’ve recently been hired to renovate Scotiabank Saddledome and we wanted to let everyone know that we decided to let Y/N take the lead on this project,” my boss, Andy, informs the office.

Everyone claps and I smile shyly at the response, my heart practically beating out of my chest. I’m not just worried because of all of this attention on me, but also because of what comes along with this project.

Along with making everything perfect for the owners, fans, players, employees, and sponsors that work at the arena, both by making the place look nice and pleasing to the eye and sure that the workers and plans are moving along smoothly, I need to worry about Matthew.

I haven’t talked to Matthew in eight years. The last time that I saw him was the time I left him at the café, whispers the only parting remarks to each other.

Throughout my six-year long relationship with Curtis, I didn’t think about Matt much. I thought about him in the beginning. I checked his game calendar a lot and snuck into the bathroom on date nights to watch games, but that slowly faded as I got more and more immersed by Curtis.

Then Naomi came and I gave her all of my love and attention. Wyatt followed a couple of years after that and along with the bliss of a new child, I suffered heartbreak as Curtis and I ended our relationship.

On my first night alone in several years all I could think about was Matthew. Curly hair, hazel eyes, crooked grin and all.

I follow the Flames on Instagram now and I always make sure to watch the clips of his goals.

But I’ve made sure to stay away from contacting him or getting involved in his private life. For all I know, he could have a wife and a kid by now.

Now I have to think about what will happen the first time I see him again in almost a decade. Will he have missed me, or will he be just as disgusted as he was the day that he left? Matthew was such a spontaneous person- except for when it came to watching TV shows, it was always The Office- so I’m unsure of what it will be. I need to hope for the best but prepare for the worst.

I zone back into the meeting, trying my best to focus as my boss shares some more information about this project and some other projects. Work comes second in my life, close behind my children, so I need to worry more about this project than I am about my old lover.

~

I drop Wyatt off at daycare, gripping the steering wheel of my car tighter than I usually do as I drive over to Scotiabank Saddledome. Today is my first day working on this project to renovate the arena so I should just be working with the owners and staff members, but I assume that I might run into some players seeing as it’s March and I saw on the schedule that they have a home game tonight.

I walk into the building, immediately noticing the woman who looks to be a little bit older than me standing in the lobby on her phone.

“Y/N?” She inquires when she sees me. I nod and she smiles, stretching out her hand. “I’m Kelsea Rochester, the owner of the Saddledome. It’s wonderful to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, thank you for the opportunity to renovate this amazing building,” I tell her, making sure to smile. Ever since I went on a big self-improvement kick after Matthew and I broke up, I’ve been careful to make sure I have good first impressions.

She explains what she wants done as we walk throughout the building and I write it down on my notebook, asking questions about what she would like or prefer more once in a while. We head down to the locker room area and my heart beats faster as I see a player in a Flames jersey.

“I’m sorry, practice just ended so we’ll be running into a bunch of sweaty hockey players,” she jokes.

I laugh at that but nervously look towards the locker room doors, unsure of who will walk out and recognize me. I know a few of the players Matt and I used to spend time with were traded, but some are still around and might recognize me. I don’t expect them to- it’s been a long time, but I kind of expect Matt to considering we used to spend practically every day together.

She details her plans to me more and I forget about my anxiety, visualizing her vision myself and suggesting what I think would look nice or work better for the arena. I love my job; interior design is something that I’ve always loved to do but not something I really considered doing until I was in school and setting up Naomi’s nursery.

“If you excuse me, I just have to run to the ladies’ room,” she informs me. I nod and she walks off, leaving me to look over my notes.

There’s a commotion by the locker room doors so I look up. All of the blood rushes through my veins and I stay frozen in place as I immediately recognize the figure making the ruckus. As usual, it’s Matt. He always had to be in the middle of something.

Like he could feel my eyes on him, he looks over in my direction. It brings me back to all of the times we would go to the bar or to a club together with a few of his teammates and their partners. He would stay at the bar top or table and talk and I would go onto the dance floor or play pool with the girls. Throughout the night we would make eye contact with each other, just to check in with one another. It was a little way to let the other know that we loved them.

He still hasn’t changed a bit. Curly, dirty blonde locks that I would attempt to brush, a toothy smile that lights up my world, and a laugh that would instantly be followed by my giggles.

He stops pushing one of the rookies, an expression of disbelief on his face as we maintain eye contact.

“Y/N,” he murmurs. The rookie stops pushing him back, and I can feel his eyes on me as well but all I can focus on is Matt. I don’t want to move my eyes from him. I don’t want to lose him again.

I smile shyly, still unconfident in his response to seeing me. “Hi, Matt.”

He takes a step closer to me, hesitantly, like he’s afraid of getting too close. I don’t know if it’s because of what I did to him years ago or if it’s because he’s feeling like I am, like he’s afraid this isn’t real and he’ll lose me again.

“What are you doing here?” He questions softly.

“I’m working as an interior designer now. I’m here to renovate this place,” I explain, motioning around us. He doesn’t move his eyes to take in what I’m explaining, instead keeping them on me.

“Your hair is short now,” he notes gently.

“Yeah, it’s, um, easier to manage.”

“It looks nice.”

I smile softly at him and he smiles back. Some wrinkles have formed around his eyes with age, and he looks bulkier and broader in person than he does in the photos on social media, but it’s just like the Matt that used to take me on dinner dates to Panera.

Kelsea appears by my side again. “I see you met our Flames captain, Matthew Tkachuk. Matt, this is Y/N, the interior designer. She’ll be around for probably the next year until the renovation is expected to end.”

“The next year,” he echoes.

“Yep, so you’ll be seeing a lot of me,” I state, gauging his reaction.

The wide grin that forms on his face gives me his answer that he’s more than okay with that.

~

“Mommy?” Her tiny voice pierces the silence of the dark room. I stop myself from closing the door, surprised that she’s still awake. I thought she fell asleep twenty minutes ago, that’s why I came in to tuck her in and turn off her sound machine.

“Yes, honey?” I inquire quietly.

“Did you know that the last time the Cubs won the World Series was in 2016?”

I chuckle at that. “I didn’t know that, thank you for letting me know.”

“That was like ten billion years ago!” She exclaims.

Well, it wasn’t that long ago. 2016 was also the year that Matthew was drafted. He would tell me stories about draft day, from what his dad said to him to looking at the responses on social media.

“It’s time to get to bed, Naomi.” I slip back into her room, turning the sound machine back on and soothing down my daughter’s messy hair. Her blue eyes blink up at me as she watches me. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, mama. I love you.”

My heart swells at her words and I lean down to kiss her forehead. “I love you too, munchkin.”

I head into Wyatt’s room next, hoping that he’s already asleep. Just my luck, he’s sitting up in bed, stuffed bunny in his hands as he tugs at the ears. When he notices me in the doorway he lays down and closes his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

I roll my eyes but can’t fight the smile growing on my face, stepping closer to his bed. “I know you’re awake, Wyatt.”

He opens his eyes and pouts up at me. “I can’t sleep here, mommy. I want to sleep with you in your bed.”

He reaches out, grasping my arm and holding on tightly. “Can you please try to sleep in your bed?”

“No,” he whines loudly. I shush him, afraid that if he whines too loud, he’ll prevent Naomi from sleeping in the next room over.

“Why don’t I lay with you for a bit,” I suggest.

“No, I wanna sleep in your bed,” he repeats, big tears starting to roll down his cheeks.

“Just for tonight, okay?” I say like I’ve been doing for the past two nights. I know he’s at the age where it’s vital for him to be in his own bed to help with his growth and separation anxiety, but I can’t help but to take him to my room sometimes.

It’s nice to have someone to cuddle with, and it’s my baby. Someday he won’t want to cuddle or spend time with me so I have to cherish the time I have with him now.

He nods and I carry him into my room, laying down on my bed and pulling him into an embrace. Naomi wasn’t big on snuggling when she was little and she still isn’t, so I take advantage of my one child who wants me to hold on tight to him as hard as I can.

And I’m going to do it, too. It definitely beats being alone.

~

Another weekend alone. Pretty soon into my relationship with Curtis and my journey to self-improvement my friends began to encourage me to cheat on Curtis as well. Something about how he was trying to change me, he didn’t really like me for me- I don’t know, I honestly don’t really care.

I cut them off after that. I haven’t really made a lot of friends since then. In college I was pregnant, and then taking care of my daughter, so I wasn’t really interested in spending time making friends. Now that I have a full-time job, if I’m not working I’m bonding with my children.

But then three years ago Curtis and I ended our relationship and now, every other weekend I’m alone, waiting for Sunday night to come so I can focus on my children again.

“Mommy!” The front door opens, and a tiny blonde comes storming into the house, barreling into my open arms.

“Hi honey, how was your weekend with daddy?” I inquire, kneeling down to her level to pull her into my hold better.

“It was fun, we went to the park and daddy pushed me and Wyatt on the swing set,” she gushes. “Then he took us out for ice cream!”

I can’t help but feel my heart tighten at her words. I love that the kids are getting to spend time with their father, but I miss them when they’re with their dad. I also can’t help but to think of the moments we would have as a family if Curtis and I hadn’t ended things.

I’m about to respond when Wyatt comes running through the door, joining our hug.

“Mom, dad told me that I can start taking hockey lessons,” he informs me excitedly.

I snap my head up to stare at a sheepish Curtis standing in the doorway, Wyatt’s backpack in one hand and Naomi’s backpack in the other.

“Did he now?” I ask. Wyatt nods enthusiastically, reaching over to leave a sloppy kiss on my cheek. “Why don’t you two go put your backpacks in your room.”

They nod and I watch as they grab their stuff from their father, rushing up the stairs towards their rooms.

“You told him that he could take hockey lessons? Without consulting me?” I question, taking a step closer to him and lowering my voice. I don’t want the kids to hear me yell, but I am furious on the inside.

“Come on, Y/N, he asked. What was I supposed to do, say no?” He responds.

I’m about to respond when he cuts me off. He always used to do that when we were dating, and it still angers me just as much as it does now. “Besides, Naomi plays baseball so it’s only fair for Wyatt to play hockey.”

“I agree that Wyatt should have an activity to do,” I start slowly, “But we agreed that things like this would be split 50/50 and I cannot afford to buy a bunch of expensive hockey equipment and spend money on lessons right now.”

He raises his eyebrows at me. “Really? With all of the money I give you in child support you can’t afford this?”

I narrow my eyes at him and open my mouth to rip him a new one when Wyatt comes running down the stairs, yelling about a new dinosaur toy that grandma got him. This conversation will have to wait for now.

~

“Thank you, Christopher, I’ll be over in about an hour with Kelsea to look over some options,” I inform the manufacturer, hanging up the phone and exiting the secluded corner that I found.

I head back over to the offices near the locker room where the construction will start. A few of the workers are already tearing up the old tile and dirty trim but I keep my eyes peeled for one worker in particular.

“Jeremy,” I call out when I see him.

The older man rises from the floor, brushing his hands off on his pants and giving me a wrinkly smile. “Hey, Y/N.”

“I need your advice,” I confess. When I first started working for this company Naomi was only a year old. I was a stressed-out mom who was fresh out of college and was unsure of how to balance mom life and work.

Jeremy took me under his wing, having a daughter himself who’s just a few years older than Naomi. Now I always go to him whenever I’m not sure I’m doing something right as a parent.

“What’s going on?” He asks.

I explain the situation of Wyatt refusing to sleep in his own bed to Jeremy shyly. I know he’s not judgmental, since he’s helped me through plenty of parenting situations, but it still makes me feel insecure that I can’t handle these things on my own.

“You just need to start telling him no,” Jeremy replies, like it’s that simple.

“But what if he yells? He might wake Naomi up,” I argue.

He shrugs. “Close both of their doors, turn up their sound machines, and let it be. He needs to start sleeping in his own bed now before he’s fifteen and still sleeping with you.”

I sigh, knowing he’s right. It wouldn’t be good for either of us to continue this arrangement. “Thanks for the advice, Jeremy.”

“No problem, Y/N. Hey, how did Naomi’s baseball game go last week?”

“Her team won! She got all the way to third base on one hit, I’m so proud of her.”

“That’s amazing! You’re a great mom.”

I smile at the compliment, watching him return to his work before I turn around, stopping dead in my spot as I see who’s behind me. Matthew is frozen, his face blank as he stares at me, his mouth agape slightly.

It’s clear he just heard what Jeremy said to me.

“You’re a mom?” He breathes out.

“Yes.”

“Naomi and Wyatt?” He inquires, repeating the names he overheard. I nod silently. “How old are they?”

“Naomi is six and Wyatt is three,” I answer.

“Six and three,” he repeats. I watch his eyes flicker to the wall in thought, clearly processing something in his brain. His eyes snap back to mine and he clears his throat. When he speaks again, it’s louder this time, more confident. “Naomi likes baseball?”

“Yeah. Her favorite team is the Chicago Cubs, actually,” I grin at that, letting out a little giggle as Matt wrinkles his nose at the sound of his favorite baseball team’s rival.

“And Wyatt, does he like baseball too?”

“Wyatt likes hockey,” I confess, watching as the hockey player’s face lights up in interest. “He wants to play, but since it’s so late in the season and everything he’ll just have to wait until next season to join a team and learn how to skate.”

“Well, I can teach him,” he offers.

“You would do that?” I ask quietly, sensing that this is much more than him wanting to teach a three-year-old how to skate.

“Of course I would,” he accepts, maintaining eye contact as he says the words.

I let out a small smile, watching as the corners of his lips peak up as well.

“Okay.”

#nhl imagines #Matthew Tkachuk imagine #nhl one shots #Matthew Tkachuk x reader #nhl story #bmsomeday

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It’s The Great Pumpkin, Frankie Morales- Frankie x Reader (Daycare!AU)

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I don’t know how good this is, but i thought it was cute. Happy Halloween, my loves!

Frankie and Ellie’s costumes are perfect, change my mind lmaooo

(Also I’m referencing a very specific thirst trap on tiktok with the readers costume because it’s burning into my brain forever, in a good way.)

“Are you doing anything for Halloween?” Frankie asked sheepishly, busying himself with putting Ellie in the car so you couldn’t see how nervous you were making him. 

“Nope.” You replied with a light shrug, trying to think of the last time you’d actually had Halloween plans. 

“Well,” Frankie started, ducking his head out of the car, and looking at you for the first time since he’d gained the courage to ask the question. The way the setting sun had lit up your face made him lose his breath, and his courage, for a moment. 

“You’re, uh, more than welcome to come trick or treating with Ellie and I.” He finished, all in one breath. You smiled at his quickened words, and Frankie could feel his face warming up under your gaze.

“I’d love to.” You replied, as a beautiful smile graced your perfect features. He watched as you considered something for a moment, and then spoke again. “What are you guys gonna be?” 

“Baby yoda,” Frankie answered proudly. Thinking of how goddamn cute she looked when he’d put her in the costume to try it out.“Ellie’s going to be baby yoda.” 

“And you?” You asked, quirking your brow with a little grin. 

“I bought a cheap Mandolorian helmet, I figured that would work.” He said, suddenly feeling a little self conscious at his lack of effort. 

“Perfect.” You replied, “I’ve got a Star Wars costume at home that I think still fits. It’s a date.” 

Frankie smiled like an idiot the whole ride home. He knew ‘it’s a date’ was just an expression, but the two of you had been getting closer lately; and that gave him hope. More hope than he’d honestly had in a long time. Besides, the idea of the three of you going out in matching costumes was enough to keep him smiling for weeks to come. 

---

When Saturday finally rolled around, 4 o’ clock couldn’t come soon enough. Normally Frankie’s weekends flew by, but today seemed to drag on forever. He’d cleaned the whole house, thrown up some spooky decorations, and gotten Ellie ready with some time to spare. So he took it upon himself to have a photoshoot with his little yodito. 

Frankie was finishing up taking, what he considered to be, the cutest pictures in the world when there was a knock on the door. His heart leapt into his chest when he looked at the time. 4 o’ clock on the dot. It was definitely you. He took a deep breath and collected himself before he opened the door. 

“H-hey…” He stuttered, freezing in place with a dumb look plastered onto his face. He knew you were dressing up, but he was in no way prepared for what he saw. There you stood, smiling in his doorway in black jedi robes, and black thigh high boots.The costume wasn’t skimpy, but God was it sexy. You were showing a sinful amount of the soft skin of your thighs, and the glow of the red lightsaber against your face threatened to awaken something deep within him. 

“Hi” you replied, either not noticing or completely ignoring just how taken aback Frankie was by your outfit. 

“I-I, uh, like your costume.” Frankie said, moving out of the way so you could come in. His eyes briefly wandering to the curve of your ass as you brushed by him. 

“Thanks” you replied, anxiously fiddling with the sash that draped down between your legs. 

“It was sexy Anakin Skywalker, or a Jawa.” You continued, your face scrunching up in embarrassment as you listed your options. 

“I’m glad you went with this one.” Frankie said, quickly realizing how creepy that could have sounded and rushing to further explain himself. “I’m not a huge fan of Jawas.” 

“I’m happy I made the right choice then” you smiled, a comfortable silence settling between the two of you. Though, that silence didn’t last more than a few seconds before Ellie started happy screeching. 

She’d noticed you were here from her place on the floor and crawled over to you at the speed of light. The ears of her costume flopping wildly as she went.

“Hey Ellie-Belly!” You squealed, scooping her up into your arms and covering her little face with as many kisses as she would allow. 

“Frankie, this is the CUTEST thing I have ever seen.” You gushed, playfully pinching Ellie’s cheek before nuzzling your nose against hers, making her laugh. 

“Isn’t it.” He agreed proudly, his heart swelling in his chest as he watched the way you and his daughter interacted. He’d been so worried when he first dropped Ellie off all those months ago, and now he was so glad that he had nothing to worry about. You loved her like she was your own, and Frankie couldn’t be more thankful. 

“Ready to get going, Mando?” You asked, jerking your head towards the plastic helmet that sat on the coffee table. 

“Ready, Master Skywalker.” He replied, completely unable to suppress the child-like grin growing on his face. 

---

Every house you’d gone to swooned over your costumes, Ellie’s in particular. And who could blame them, she was the cutest baby either you or Frankie had ever seen. 

“Aren’t you just the sweetest family ever!” A kind older lady gushed as she placed a few candies into Ellie’s pillow case. 

“Thank you.” Frankie replied, thankful for the cover of the helmet. It hid his blush from you, and this kind stranger. 

“Have y’all been able to take a picture together yet?” She asked, her eyes happily darting between the three of you. 

“No ma’am, not yet.” He responded, looking over toward you. You looked back at him and smiled, shifting slightly to move Ellie higher up on your hip. 

“I can take one for you if you’d like,” the lady offered. Frankie looked over at you and you nodded at him, rather enthusiastically. 

“We’d love that, thank you.” Frankie answered, opening up his camera app and handing the woman his phone. 

The three of you stepped off of her porch and onto the sidewalk. Ellie dove into Frankie’s arms on the way there, she’d spent the whole night hopping between the two of you, never really sure of where she wanted to be. Frankie gladly took her and she snuggled into his chest. 

“Ready?” The lady asked, “Get in close!” 

Frankie put his free arm over your shoulders, and you wrapped your arms around his waist with your head resting perfectly on his chest. Ellie lifted up her head and made an excited squeal, clapping as the two of you hugged. 

“Perfect!” The lady exclaimed from her porch, before walking down and handing Frankie his phone. 

The two of you thanked her and headed on your way. You only made it to another few houses before Ellie started yawning. 

“I think it’s time we head back.” Frankie said, kissing the crown of his sleepy daughter's head. 

“I think so too,” you replied as Ellie started reaching her arms out towards you. Crying lightly when you didn’t take her fast enough.

Ellie fell asleep in your arms on the walk back, so you put her right in her crib when you got home. 

“You know,” you started, walking out of Ellie’s room. “It’s still pretty early, you want to watch some scary movies?” 

“Together?” Frankie asked, causing you to chuckle. 

“Yeah together, pizzas on me this time?” Your smile made Frankie weak, and he wondered for a moment how he could ever deny you. 

“Sounds good to me.” He replied, a happy warmth settling in his chest at the idea of you sticking around longer. 

---

The two of you snuggled up, dangerously close, on the couch to enjoy some good pizza and bad movies. The longer the movie went on, the closer you got to him. You’d taken to hiding behind Frankie’s back, and squeezing his arms every time the music got suspenseful. At one particularly bad jump scare you’d practically jumped into his lap, your face turning red as a tomato once you’d realized what you’d done. 

When the first movie ended Frankie noticed the goosebumps on your skin, and the way you shivered when he moved away to get another slice of pizza. 

“Are you cold?” he asked, his fingers lightly brushing the cool skin of your arm to check.

“A little” you lied, trying to play off another shiver, but failing miserably. 

“I’ll get you something a little warmer.” He chuckled, heading off to his room to find you a pair of his sweatpants and a flannel. 

“I have a question,” he began when he got back, holding the clothes just out of your reach. “Why do you have a sexy Anakin costume?” 

“Don’t ask…” you groaned playfully, covering your face in embarrassment. 

“Fine,” he conceded with a laugh, tossing his warm clothes your way. “Keep your secrets.” 

---

Frankie wasn’t sure what was sexier, you in the costume, or you in this clothes. He had to force himself not to stare. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but there was something about the look of his flannel on you that drove him crazy. 

The both of you settled back onto the couch and continued watching movies. Laughing at the cheesy lines, arguing about which classic killer was the scariest, and practically yelling at the tv every time the protagonist did something stupid. 

“We should do this more often,” you said almost dreamily as you smiled up at him. 

“You said that…” Frankie replied in disbelief. A near love-drunk smile playing at his lips as he looked down at you. 

“Yeah…” You nodded, smiling back at him, wider this time. Then you rested your head on his shoulder and went back to watching the movie. Frankie had to resist the urge to pinch himself, because he was sure he must be dreaming. 

Later that night, after you’d left and Frankie had gone to bed, he was scrolling through his phone. There he found the picture of the two of you with Ellie, he’d forgotten all about it. His heart skipped a beat when he finally looked at it. It was perfect. You were holding each other close, huge smiles painted on your faces as you both looked at Ellie. Who was looking back at the both of you, hands clasped together, mouth open wide, and eyes sparkling with pure joy. 

Frankie laid back in bed and closed his eyes, thinking that if this was a dream, it was a hell of a good one; and he never wanted to wake up.

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I was on my way home from university when I first heard the little meow on the side of my apartment building, curiosity got the best of me and I was not expecting to see a bundle of cuteness inside a discarded box.

“Hey little one, where’s your mom?” I asked the kitten as if it will answer me, it’s not impossible that the mom is just somewhere around here so I was careful not to disturb the place to much and make the cat think someone bothered her kitten

“I don’t have any food on me, I don’t even know what kittens eat” I muttered to myself as the kitten just look up at me. 

I pulled my phone out to call the only person I turn to when I need answers, 

“What?” Renjun said the moment he picked up

“Well hello to you too”

“Sorry, Hi. What do you need?” he said adding a little greeting but it was full of sarcasm

“I found a kitten at the side of our building, I don’t know what to do with it”

“And I do?” only if I could reach my arm out through the phone and hit him, the only thing I could do right now is roll my eyes

“You’re the smart one, you’re suppose to be the smart one” I know this will provoke him, I’m not really trying to but I need answers right now

“The mother is probably around there, if it’s there by tomorrow we could take it to a nearby shelter” he said, finally giving a solution to my problem

“I knew I could count on you” I smiled

“I know, like where would you be without me”

“Did I forgot to tell you I called Hyuck first and you were my second choice-” He hang up the call way before I could finish my sentence. 

Just like Renjun suggested we waited until the next day to see if the kitten is reunited with it’s mom, but it was still in the box when we checked

“I can’t go to the shelter with you today, I have a class literally in like 20 minutes” Renjun said from behind me

“I have theater today, sorry” Hyuck said when I turned to him with a hopeful smile 

“You’re a big girl, you can do it. I looked for a place, there’s this shelter nearby and I read that they even have an in-house vet. They could check what it needs and all that” Renjun assured me as he hail me a cab and handed me my bag

“Make other friends” Hyuck encouraged me, I just grimaced at the thought. 

I’ve only really ever hung out with these two. I met Hyuck way back in middle school, the boy could not sit still if his life depended on it and he was quite friendly too. I guess he picked me out of the bunch and decided to stick me by his side. We met Renjun during college orientation week, it didn’t take a long time before Hyuck invited the boy over to play some games and have some snacks. 

That was a year ago, now the three of us are roommates. A barely functioning household but still we’re happy the way we are. 

The bell rang when I entered the shelter, no one was at the reception desk so I sat at the couch and waited,

“Sorry for keeping you waiting, how can I help you?”

I suddenly wanted to thank my roommates for making me go by myself and thanking the kitten for giving me a reason to go here. 

Infront of me was probably the cutest guy I have ever seen.

“I uh... I was... I mean I found this” I said not really making any sense so instead I gestured to the little box I took with me

He showed me a small smile before walking to where the box was and checking to see what I was referring to

“Well hello there little lady” he said to the kitten when he picked it up, now i know it’s a girl

“I found it, I mean I heard meowing and checked to see what it was. I found her at the side of my apartment building. We tried to wait and see if her mom will come back but we’re also worried that she’s been left along there way for way too long” I finally found the words and explained the whole situation to him

“Okay, I’ll go tell the vet. Good thing he doesn’t have much schedule today. Is there anything else I should tell him?” he asked me, once again I didn’t know what to say

“I gave her some canned tuna, one of my older friends said he did it once to a stray cat” my little anecdote made him laugh, instead of feeling self-conscious I felt comfortable around him. If this was any other situation I would have cowered behind Hyuck or call Renjun just so I can talk to someone. 

“Okay, I’ll take her in now then you can fill out some forms?” he asked, I just nodded in response. He once again smiled at me, his eyes disappearing and he looked like the most adorable thing in this room

The moment he was out of the room I grabbed my phone and called Hyuck, knowing he’s probably not busy at the moment

“Please don’t tell me you’re lost”

“I’m not, but the guy who works here at the shelter is like really cute. Like really really cute” I said with a hushed voice, worried that someone might hear me

“Are you really calling to tell me about boy problems? What happened? Cat got your tongue” he asked

“It’s not a problem and no, I actually said one coherent sentence to him” I boasted making the boy laugh from the other side of the phone

“That’s adorable, you probably looked stupid. I’ll tell Injun later” I could already see his excited face, finally finding a topic for tonight’s dinner chat

“I’ll tell your hyungs you’re being mean again”

“Tell them, I’ll still tell Renjun” we went back and forth a couple more times, I only stopped when someone cleared their throat making me look up

“Hello? Y/N??? Are you there?” Hyuck asked when I stopped mid sentence

“He’s right there isn’t he?” 

“I’ll call you later, tell Injun I want ramen for dinner” I said then quickly hung up

“Sorry, I was talking to my roommate” I told the guy, who I still don’t know the name of I just realized

“It’s okay, here is the form you need to fill out. Just some questions about where you found the cat, what happened, stuff like that” he explained, then took the seat beside me

“By the way, are you planning to keep the kitten?” he asked as he handed me a clip board

“Uhm sadly no, our apartment complex doesn’t allow pets. And no one will be around to take care of her, we’re all pretty busy” I answered, already feeling guilty that I can’t take care of the kitten

“It’s okay, I understand. We can help find her a permanent home”

“Thank you” I said, genuinely thankful for the guy

“If you don’t mind me asking, you go to Seoul University right?”

“Yea, you go there too?” I asked him, I find it amusing how easy it was to make a conversation with him. I’m never like this to people I just met

“Yes, I think I saw you with Haechan a couple of times” he said, using Hyuck’s famous nickname. 

“Oh yea, he’s my roommate” 

“That’s cool, you two must be close” he said, the smile never really leaving his face I’m wondering if he’s cheeks hurt already but also I want nothing more than to see his smile more

“We’ve known each other since we were kids, it seemed like the best idea to live with a close friend rather than a stranger”

“I live with my bestfriend too, he’s quite energetic at times, but he moves so slow in the morning” he said fondly, I smiled knowing exactly what he’s talking about. No matter how chaotic it gets at times it is very fun to live with your bestfriends. 

“He works here too?” I asked

“No, he volunteers at the daycare center when we have no classes. I volunteer here, he thinks it’s not good since I’m allergic to cats” he sheepishly admitted, looking all cute I wanted to squish him

“You’re allergic?? How do you handle it?” I asked, genuinely concerned for him

“I wear a mask whenever I’m here or when they’re around. I mainly work at the front desk but I like hanging out with the cats” 

“Even thought you’re allergic?”

“They’re cute, I can endure a few sneezes” I chuckled at his statement, I then handed him the filled out form. He smiled even bigger when he heard me, I could already feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. 

“Oh sorry, I didn’t ask your name. I’m Jeno by the way”

“Y/N”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N, If you want you can visit her when you can. It probably won’t take long before she finds a home but just in case you wanted to see her off” he informed me, I just nodded at him. 

If it was a subtle hint that he wanted to see me again, it went completely over my head.

“Well that’s all, we’ll take care of her”

“Okay, thank you. And uh, nice to meet you too” I spared him a small smile before bidding goodbye and walking out of the shelter. I was too nervous to ask any more questions even though I wanted to talk to him more. 

I could already hear the two boys teasing me later when I get home. 

And I was not wrong, “You didn’t even ask for his number?” Renjun asked loudly, Hyuck was busy slurping the noodles while I tell them what happened earlier

“I didn’t even ask for his name, I would’ve never known if he didn’t tell me”

“I know Jeno, he got into the basketball team this semester right? also friend’s with that guy from English” Hyuck keeps on snapping on his fingers, trying to remember the name of the other guy

“Na Jaemin?” Renjun asked

“Yea him! Cool guy, we should invite them over to play some time”

“No! Absolutely not!” I said making the two guys look at me wide eyed

“And why not?”

“She’s afraid we’ll embarrass her infront of her crush” Renjun snickered

“You’re embarrassed of us? You’re hurting my feelings” Hyuck said, pretending to be hurt and hold a hand over his chest

“I don’t have a crush” I muttered

“Sounds like you do” he countered

“I don’t”

“See that’s exactly what someone would say if they have a crush on someone” 

“How would you know?” I countered, rendering him speechless

“You’re learning my friend, good for you” Renjun held his hand out for me to high five making Hyuck scowl at us. 

The rest of the night was full of teasing and snarky remarks thrown back and forth. I don’t even know if I have a crush on Jeno when I literally talked to him once, I know he’s a good guy. I felt comfortable enough to talk him without wanting to run out the room. 

Do I wish to talk to him again? Yes. 

WIll I ever admit that to my friends? No.

“Earth to y/n? are you thinking about Jeno?” Hyuck teased making me thrown a pillow at him

Yes

“No, I was thinking about the paper due tomorrow. You know the one we both have to do” 

“Oh shit” he said then quickly ran to his room. 

I laughed at his reaction before going to my own room. Who knew finding a stray kitten will lead to a lot of interesting. It’s too soon to tell what might happen, but I couldn’t help but think what might have happened if I was a little braver and talked to Jeno more. Maybe if I was a bit more confident I could have been a friend atleast. 

Felling a little down after thinking that, I buried those thoughts and focused on my work I needed to finish. Who knows maybe it won’t be the last time.

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