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Waterlog || pjm (3)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader Other tags: Olympic Swimmer!Jimin, Ex Olympic Swimmer! Reader, Swim Coach!Reader Genre: Strangers to Friends to Lovers!AU, Coach!AU, Swimming!AU, HEAVY Angst, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, fluff, eventual smut, I'm so soft for these two it's crazy. Word Count: 12.2k+ Synopsis: After a car accident ends her athletic career, Y/N has slowly started rebuilding her life again as a high school swim coach. That’s until she gets a request from an old friend and finds herself back in the spotlight as the new coach of Olympic swimmer, Park Jimin. Warnings: toxic relationship (not reader and jimin), arguments, cheating (not reader and jimin), talks about previous child abuse, anxiety attack, strong language, crying, emotional abuse (not reader and jimin), talks of bad parental relationships, abandonment issues, some PTSD, prescription medication use, mentions of depression and mental health, lots of angst in this one, finally making some progress though, age insecurity, mutual pining, lots of side character development in this one, they really are so sweet together, jimin just being the nicest boy in the world, so much PDA, physical touch is his love language 👀👀👀, writing this is so comforting even when its angsty lol, i think that's it, let me know if I missed something A/N: Hello hello. Probably my favorite chapter to date. Bad news is that I think this series might be a little longer than originally intended. My inability to just get to the point has things moving a little slow, but I'm trying my best. We'll have to see, though! Hope you enjoy reading :)

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Time went by quickly. Wednesday and Friday morning, Jimin and I met up to train for a few hours and then got breakfast together. When he asked if I wanted to work out with him in the evenings, I agreed. In the beginning, I had given him pointers, but after the second week came to a close, we had started exercising in silence. We spotted one another, made small talk, and went to dinner on the nights he did not go home to be with his parents. We got along and I was happy my overwhelming attraction to him had slowly calmed down.

I was still aware of his presence, the way he smelled, and how often he smiled and laughed, but I had grown used to seeing him walking around in barely anything at all. Hoseok called me a cougar whenever we had time to chat while Andy kept telling me to talk with Jimin about how I felt, but I had gotten very good at deflecting. Things were better and I was taking my wins whenever I could get them. Even if those wins meant I went home sexually frustrated and aching for someone to make it better.

Jimin was packing up for the night and I was getting ready to head out. He had plans with a large group of his friends, so I would have to figure out dinner by myself this time. He invited me but I politely declined. I could vaguely recall how rude his friends from that restaurant had been, and that one girl's mean glare. I had no interest in repeating that.

Giselle waved at me on her way out which I returned with a smile. She was a very sweet, college girl and getting to know her was fun. Her brother moved out here six years ago and was the only reason she left Memphis. In-State tuition and a rent-free bedroom was all it took to convince her to spend some quality time with her big brother and his dog, Lucky.

She and Sam were the closest, but I would often see her eating lunch with Megan when he was with a client. Everyone was making bets on when they would eventually hook up, but I was convinced that had already happened and they were keeping it a secret from the nosy staff.

"See you tomorrow," Yoongi called out from across the room, seemingly appearing out of thin air.

He was out of eyesight before I could reply.

"Bye Yoon," Giselle sing-songed anyway, shoving her ear buds in and leaving before the door could close behind Yoongi. "Night guys!"

As the young woman said, Yoongi and Megan were the two most important people to befriend. Not just for massages either. The both of them were hilarious and kept the back fridge stocked with our favorite snacks. On the mornings I did not have time to eat breakfast, Megan stopped and got me a muffin and coffee from her favorite cafe. If I needed someone to help me out in the pool, Yoongi was always happy to offer himself for the job. It was challenging for me to focus on my swimming when Jimin was around, and I would often come in early to get a quick work out in before he got here.

“You okay getting home?” Jimin asked.

We had come together tonight, and he had offered to drive us in his truck. I had grown very fond of the green machine, which Jimin affectionately called Fiona, and I jumped at the chance to get in his passenger seat. We were usually riding around in my car since it was better on gas.

“Yeah, I’m riding with Sam.”

Sam and I had grown close as well. He was super funny and always down to hang out with me if I showed up by myself. On the odd Sunday I felt like getting out of the house, I found myself at the gym with Sam. I was currently attempting to teach him how to swim and always filled in for Yoongi on the weekends.

Jimin nodded, “Good. See you this weekend?”

I smiled, “Can’t miss your big party.”

Jimin’s 24th birthday was on the 13th and his family liked to go big. Eloise was clearing out an entire section in their restaurant for all of us, and I had found myself teamed up with Taehyung to help with the planning. Na-Yeon put everything in his hands since she was not feeling up to the task this year. I only agreed to help when I realized just how overboard the snowboarder would go if no one was there to reel him back in. So far, I had placed the responsibility of decorating, music, and organizing the gift table on my shoulders. James had pulled me aside and thanked me when he found out. Apparently, he was also worried about Taehyung’s enthusiasm. 

“It should be fun,” He nodded. “I’m going to head out.”

“See you tomorrow,” We had finally started coming 5 days a week. "We're working on your turns. Butterflies, too. Be prepared.”

He groaned, “You’re torturing me, coach.”

I laughed, “Is the baby upset?”

“Very,” He winked. My mouth went dry. Sometimes I felt silly for getting nervous around him, especially when I knew he flirted with everyone. I was not special. “See you Saturday.”

“Yeah,” I mumbled as I stared at his retreating back. “See you.”

Jimin’s birthday passed quietly. We had a great time and ate well. Taehyung got drunk enough to suggest karaoke once we cleared out the place for the night, and he and Na-yeon had all of us cracking up. I finally met Jungkook’s girlfriend, a pretty girl who did not talk very much, and I could feel the tension between the two of them. Jimin said that was just how they were and to ignore it.

After Jungkook successfully shoved Jimin's face into his cake, we opened presents. The boys got him tons of workout clothes and gear, Eloise bought him a new blender, and his parents both chipped in to get the new video game he had been talking about picking up.

I gifted him a bottle of his favorite cologne after Na-Yeon mentioned he was out. Jo Malone was the most distracting thing in my life right now, its scent clinging to the passenger side of my car most days and driving me insane if Jimin stood too close. Still, it was something I did not think I could part with now. Jimin was happy with the present and hugged me after opening it. I was positive I had this stupid grin on my face for the rest of the night.

By Halloween we were in the gym every day, save Sunday and the occasional Saturday when Jimin needed some time to rest. We both kept our word, our conversation at the restaurant we went to with Jungkook and Taehyung sticking better than I thought it would. Overtime he got more confident when asking for a break and I was a professional at picking up on his body language. We were a good team, and I was confident he would be in great shape for the Olympics.

It was mid-November now and Taehyung had finally gotten around to getting us together for the sushi date in Detroit. I had just gotten out of the shower when Jimin messaged he was going to come along. His mom had a rough Sunday and could not go to their usual dance class, so he had stayed with her instead. He looked worn out when he walked inside the pool room Monday morning so instead of training, I just sent him home. We were meeting back up on Wednesday to get back to work, but it seemed Jungkook’s nagging finally convinced him to come out with the rest of us.

My relationships with his friends had also started to improve. Taehyung had added me to their group chat a few weeks back and I had tried to keep up with them as often as I could remember to. It was not difficult. They text so often I had to silence notifications for the chat, but I had to admit they were really funny. Jungkook especially.

I was happy to spend time with everyone and getting out of the house sounded nice. Violet and Calvin were great, and I did enjoy eating dinner with them sometimes, but I would be lying if I said they would be my first choice to spend time with.

I had grown close enough with Taehyung during the partying planning that his bubbly, over the top personality had become more endearing than overwhelming. We had gone to lunch a few times together, his boldness only increasing with each meet up, and he could hold me hostage for hours if I let him. Milo was typically my saving grace, and Taehyung would leave with a wet kiss to my cheek and promises of the same time next week.

Tae: Y/N should pick you up

Jimin: Why???

Kookie: Your truck is ass

I chuckled and sent off a text of my own before going to my dresser to find something warm to wear. 

Me: I don’t mind driving

Me: Don’t hate on the truck. I like it.

My phone chimed a few times but I ignored it for now. I knew I wanted to wear a pair of dark, navy jeans. It was freezing outside so a long sleeve was a must, but I could get away with just two layers. My hands found a mustard-yellow turtleneck and I smiled. I could wear my brown boots with it. Happy with my outfit, I checked on the chat.

Jimin: U sure?

Tae: The truck is GREEN

Tae: Already a crime

Kookie: It can’t go over 60

Darcy: omg stop blowing my phone up 

Darcy: just ride with her dude

Jimin: Y/N?

I rolled my eyes. I hated when he did that. Jimin had the habit of double and triple checking in with someone. It was sweet but it also drove me insane. There was nothing more I disliked than repeating myself, especially if I already agreed to something. 

Me: I’ll pick you up in 30, k?

Jimin: Thanks

Darcy: Was that so hard?

I frowned. So, Darcy was in a bad mood then. Shouldn't take it out on Jimin, I thought. Even if she was having a bad day, something that seemed to be a reoccurring theme with her, it doesn't mean she can just talk to people like that. Fighting the urge to give into my annoyance and call her out, I tossed my phone on my bed and made myself finish getting ready.

Walking into the living room, I went on a hunt for the jacket I wanted to wear. It was the same color as my leather boots with sherpa trim. It would tie everything together and, I hoped, would keep Taehyung from complaining too much about the “offensive” color of my shirt. He had a hard time accepting anything in the yellow or green family. Finding it on the sofa, I nodded and left it be. I would grab it on my way out. 

It took me more time to get my hair figured out than anything, but once I gave up and did the same thing that I did every day, it worked itself. After that, I put on a little bit of makeup since I figured it would not take me very long. This was a casual outing with friends and the dim lights of the sushi place would give me some grace if things were not perfect. A nice base, simple eye look, and a layer of mascara already had me looking more awake than I had in months. After applying a layer of lip gloss and a misting of setting spray, I was out of the door, jacket keeping me warm, and purse tucked under my arm. 

I drove in silence, like I always did, and pulled onto the curb of Jimin’s house. Sending a text to the chat, I waited for him to come out. I was a few minutes later than I said I would be, but Jimin found a way to be late for everything, so I did not feel that bad about it. Taehyung and Milo were already on leaving Ann Arbor, and Jungkook and Darcy riding with them. They would only beat us there by fifteen minutes or so, but I hoped he would hurry up and come outside. Taehyung worked hard for those reservations.

My phone vibrated and I stared at the little device in my cup holder. It was weird how my anxiety fluctuated on a daily basis. Back home, I could talk on the phone and hold a conversation behind the wheel, but ever since I came to Michigan it felt like I had taken three massive steps back. Taking a few deep breaths, I told myself that I was safe. I was parked, completely stationary, and no one was around. No traffic meant no accidents. Sucking in a harsh breath, I picked it up.

Jimin: Be out in a sec

Jimin: Just making sure mom is okay

He had not left his mother’s house in days. I was worried about Na-Yeon, but I had to believe that Jimin would tell me if something was seriously wrong with her. I had truly started to feel connected with the woman. We joked over dinner and I found myself helping her out more and more each time I came by. It would devastate me if she passed away without me knowing how bad it had gotten. 

Me: Take your time

He came out only two minutes later. Wearing a heavy, black puffy jacket and tight pants, Jimin leisurely walked over and got into the car. His cologne hit me as soon as the door opened, and I bit my lip, trying to hide the deep inhale I took. Jo fucking Malone.

He smiled at me but otherwise kept quiet as I drove. He knew I had a difficult time behind the wheel and tried his best to keep conversation light. While I normally appreciated the sentiment, I did not want to make him sit in silence for 45 minutes. Opening and closing my mouth a few times, I struggled to come up with a good conversation topic.

We often bounced from idea to idea, mostly sticking to swimming and music, and I always found our little talks to be very insightful. Movies and tv shows had been fun to bond over, a small generational gap introducing us to shit we had never heard of before. There were so many things I could bring up, things that Jimin would jump at the idea to talk about. Still, I could not find my voice.

“So,” I started, awkwardly, trying to push past the blockade of anxiety. “Is this place as good as Tae says or is he going off on one of his rants again?”

Jimin chuckled softly. “It’s pretty good, but it’s still just sushi. Taehyung finds a way to make everything sound extravagant.”

We shared a quiet laugh. 

“It was nice of him to invite me,” My hands gripped the wheel tighter. We were starting to approach more populated areas. “He didn’t have to do that.”

Jimin snorted childishly, the sound relaxing me ever so slightly. If there was one thing I hated was driving at night. I was lucky the snow had stopped falling yesterday afternoon and the roads were clear, but a part of me wished I had asked Jimin to drive.

Traffic in Saline was lighter than any town back in Colorado, and driving around was a breeze in comparison. At home, you were lucky if there was only one accident a day, but more times than not I had been stuck on the interstate for hours because of multiple car crashes. Michigan felt less hectic; safer. Not safe enough to let my guard down, but safe enough to listen to Jimin when he spoke.

“Taehyung is just that kind of guy.”

I nodded; eyes glued to the road. I wanted to say something and keep our conversation flowing, but the more cars around us the more I tuned him out. My eyes flickered between my rearview mirror, side mirrors, and windshield rapidly as I drove. Once we were out of Saline and on I-94, I loosened my grip on the wheel. We would not hit much traffic until we were closer to Detroit.

Jimin stayed quiet and looked out the window. I wanted to thank him for being so understanding, but I knew he would not want me to. I kept my thoughts to myself and focused on the road. Jimin began to hum an unfamiliar tune.

My hands were shaking when we pulled up to the restaurant. Traffic had gotten pretty bad coming into the city, but we had picked a good day to come out. Jimin hummed and sang underneath his breath for most of the car ride, and we had a few small sporadic conversations when I felt the knots in my stomach loosen for a few brief moments.

"It's been forever since I've come here," Jimin said to himself, going to unbuckle his seat belt. "It looks pretty filled up."

Bash was a sushi place across from Wayne State University's football field and was one Taehyung’s favorite restaurants. He bragged about how delicious their food was for weeks before finally wearing me down with the promise of picking up the tab. He made reservations for their omakase, or “chef’s choice,” and promised I would get his obsession.

When I talked to Megan about it, she had said it was an expensive meal, so I was going to try and force myself to enjoy it regardless of my own personal feelings. Jimin seemed to like it here, and we usually enjoyed a lot of the same foods, so it made me feel a bit better about things.

I had to park down the street and spotted Taehyung’s Mazda a few cars away. Instead of getting out, I took a few moments to gather my composure. Jimin sat beside me patiently. He had grown used to my traffic anxiety. We had driven together so many times now, and he had gotten a taste of the worst of it a handful of times.

He had only asked about it the first time we rode to the gym together, completely frazzled and unsure of himself as I hyperventilated in the driver's seat. My hands trembled violently as my palms sweat profusely, and I let myself shed a few tears once we were parked. He reached out, placing a hand on my back, and quietly asked me what was bothering me.

“Red light,” I managed to wheeze out. They were doing some construction on the main road and things started piling up. I had gotten stuck in the intersection for just a few seconds, but it was long enough to send me into a blind panic. “Anxiety. Sorry. Need a minute.”

He helped me calm down, calming down to help me through my panic attack. We played a game of I-Spy, Jimin picking out the most obvious shit and saying the most random things to point out in order to make me laugh. When I felt a little better, he got out of the car to help me get out. After that he kept quiet about my obvious driving discomforts, but stuck close just in case I needed the support, and always offered to drive.

“Ready?” He asked when I grabbed my phone out of the cup holder.

“Yeah.”

We walked inside and the hostess made light conversation while she walked us to the back. Taehyung's laugh could be heard from the other side of the room, and his bright blue hair and vibrant eyeshadow stuck out like a sore thumb in this place. Milo was dressed in all black, his arm draped around his fiancé's shoulder, and a smile on his face. Jungkook was beside him scrolling through his phone, but Darcy was nowhere in sight. Glancing at Jimin, he seemed exasperated.

“Trouble in paradise,” He murmured, leaning down so I could hear him. I had to imagine their relationship was very exhausting and took its toll on their friend group. I knew how much it sucked being caught between Tilly and Hobi back in the day. “Here we fucking go.”

Taehyung jumped out of the booth when he caught sight of us, his fluffy, white cropped top riding up, revealing even more of his tanned skin. The snowboarder wrapped his arms around my waist and snuggled my hairline, showering me in compliments. Gold hoop earrings tapped my forehead, and his belly button ring was cold against my ribcage. He was happy to see me “dolled up” for once and forgave how ugly my shirt was since I looked “so cute.”

Milo gave me a slight wave, eyes never leaving Taehyung's bouncing body as he embraced Jimin, and Jungkook put his phone down to greet us. Darcy had gone to the bathroom and from the look on Milo’s face, Jimin’s was right about trouble in paradise. Whatever was going on, we were all about to fall witness. It made my stomach churn just thinking about it.

Our waitress brought a new pot of tea, asking us if we needed anything, before leaving with the promise of the first course coming out soon. Darcy almost slammed into the poor woman on her way back to our booth, her annoyed huff making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. When she sat down beside her boyfriend her entire body was rigged and face pulled together tightly. She did not spare us a glance as she sulked.

Darcy was a very beautiful girl and it made sense why Jungkook liked her so much. Tanned skin, green eyes, and black hair, the girl had one of those bodies most women would pay thousands of dollars for. Like Taehyung had said, she was a pleasant enough person, and we did not along well enough to hold a conversation, but there was no hiding the fact that Darcy was not a nice girl. In fact, I would venture to say she was very, very mean.

I saw it firsthand at Jimin’s birthday party. I had a moment where I felt myself panicking. Overwhelmed with all of the noise and people, I excused myself and called Andy to get my head back on straight. The women's restroom was tucked away in a small hallway and allowed me the space to shed a few tears. I was just starting to calm down, Andy's words of encouragement getting back to some sort of baseline, while I rubbed cold water on my neck. That was when I heard Jungkook on the other side of the door.

He was angry and when I told Andy I needed to go, I had every intention of going out there to talk to him, but another voice beat me to it. Darcy had been in a bad mood since she walked through the front door, her shitty attitude bringing down the party every time she opened her mouth. At first, I just brushed it off as an off night, something I could feel empathy towards, but then she opened her mouth and stopped those thoughts in their tracks.

The two of them were serial cheaters, and Jimin had alluded to that being their main issue when I asked about her attitude problem earlier that night. Eloise was the person who gave me the whole story and was not afraid to voice her dislike for the older girl. This was different from Milo, a guy who she clashed with due to their night and day personalities. Darcy had actively picked on and made fun of her growing up, and bullied her older sister while they were in school together.

Darcy, according to Eloise, started the back-and-forth cheating when they were in college. Instead of going their separate ways, something I doubt anyone would have blamed Jungkook for doing, he chose to get even. After fucking one of her sorority sisters, Jungkook made his way through the entire house within the span of three months. In retaliation, Darcy slept with a couple of guys from the NHL, something she still did to this day.

On the night of the party, she was still fuming over catching him with another woman a few days prior. Trapped in the bathroom and too afraid to let them know I could hear them; I suffered through five minutes of a couple’s quarrel I had no business being in the middle of. It was an eye opener for sure and made me avoid getting too close to either of them.

Darcy was very mean and spiteful, her words meant to cut him deeply with little care about how it would make him feel in the long run. She even brought up screwing one of his rivals to get back at him, something she had done on numerous occasions, and went as far as to compare the two men in bed. It helped to explain why Jungkook hated Jackson Wang so much.

Jungkook, despite how much I enjoyed him as an individual, was just as awful. He spent most of the argument defending his bad behavior by bringing up her own and took no accountability for his actions. He could have sex with all of Michigan and it would be justified because she cheated on him first. It was all very juvenile, and I tried my best to avoid them for the rest of the night.

“Bet they can’t go ten minutes without fighting,” Jimin mumbled in my ear.

I fought back a smile, leaning into his side. Physical touch was the swimmer’s love language and I had slowly grown accustomed to small touches here and there. So, it did not catch me off guard when his arm came around my shoulders, resting just above my head, hand gently brushing against my neck. The voice in my head often wished he would do it more often.

“She won’t start something before the food gets here,” I reasoned, stealing a look at the couple. Jungkook seemed fine, but from the look on Darcy’s face that might change soon. “I’ll say twenty.”

“What are we bargaining for?”

I laughed awkwardly, “Whatever you want.”

Taking a second to think, Jimin eyed the couple across the table. Taehyung and Milo were obviously extremely aware of the couple's awkward tension and tactfully ignored them, instead giggling about some inside joke. They were a very sweet pair. My weariness about Milo had dissipated over the last few weeks, but I could understand why he and Eloise could not get along.

Lou herself had admitted to being a bit of a stuck-up teenager back in the day, and Milo was the typical small-town stoner. They constantly butt heads when they were in high school, and just drifted apart with age. Taehyung and Jimin's friendship were the only reason they were in the same circle anymore, and the two just never spoke to avoid pressing buttons.

“I want to do something together,” Jimin finally said, I smiled, trying to ignore the snarky comments Darcy was making. The arguing was starting, and I felt my neck growing hot. Did they have to do this in public? “Get dinner or something.”

“We do that all the time,” I countered, half-heartedly paying attention to him.

“Denny’s doesn’t count," He mumbled.

The waitress finally came back with a large tray of sushi in her hand. That seemed to break up the argument momentarily, but Darcy did not seem pleased to be interrupted. Stuffing a large piece of ahi sashimi in my mouth, I sparked up a conversation with Taehyung to keep myself from having another meltdown. Beside him, Milo sent me a grateful look.

The rest of the table was silent, waiting for the fight to resume. Taehyung kept smiling painfully, but I could see the panic bubbling in his eyes, and for once I saw a small crack in his otherwise well-crafted facade. 

“I didn’t mean just getting food,” Jimin finally continued when we hit a lull, and it took me a few seconds to remember what he was talking about. “I meant… going out.”

I looked at him, eyebrow raised. His cheeks were puffed with scallops and I wished we were alone. This was not a conversation I wanted to have in front of the others, especially if he was insinuating what I thought he was. I did not want to jump to conclusions, but I was sure he was asking me out on a date. Even if it made me feel jittery thinking about it, I had a difficult time finding the voice to say yes. Saying no felt just as impossible, though, and I wished he would have picked a better time to bring this up. Whatever the hell this was.

“What are you asking me?” I whispered, taking another piece of fish off my plate, sneaking a look at Taehyung and Milo.

They were too wrapped up in one another to being listening in on us. I did not even bother checking in with the other two. I knew for a fact they did not care about anybody else but themselves.

“You know,” He replied.

Dating was not off the table, and I was more than happy to indulge myself, but I was worried about crossing this invisible line I had drawn. What would people say if they found out? A coach and her trainee, and even worse, the older woman and her much younger man. I could see the headlines now and it made my palms sticky. That would not be a good look for either one of us, and I did not want our personal relationship to affect Jimin’s career.

Putting my chopsticks down, I leaned away from him. “Can we talk about this later?”

He nodded, meeting my eyes, and I was relieved to see he was not upset. I had seen him angry a few times now, and he wore it on his sleeve with pride. Jimin was not afraid of his emotions, something I found extremely attractive, and it was nice that all I could see right now was understanding. Whatever happened he would hear me out, and I had to hope he would be understanding. I just had to be sure I did not fuck anything up.

Across the table the bickering had started again. Our waitress brought out the rest of our meal, sans desert, and seemed happy we were enjoying the food. She eyed Darcy wearily and left our table in a hurry. I felt horrible for the wait staff who had come to our table. They were all getting the nastiest looks from the dark haired beauty.

“Do we really have to do this now?” Jungkook sighed, running a hand through his hair roughly. His face was red and expression tight. “In front of my friends, dude? Are you serious?”

I cleared my throat, grabbed my tea and took a long sip before sinking into the booth and praying no one could see me. Jimin’s arm dropped, and he squeezed my shoulder in comfort. I let myself melt under his touch. It always felt nice when his hands were on me, his warmth burning hot like a furnace even in below freezing temperatures. Taehyung’s eyes were bulging out of his head now, his bottom lip trembling as he tried his best to keep the conversation between the four of us light. He had stopped trying to include the other two.

“You two seem close,” He gritted, fakeness coming from him that I had never encountered before. “Glad you were able to sort that out.”

I looked over at Jimin and saw his cheeks had gone pink. So, Taehyung knew something I didn’t. It would make sense for the childhood best friend to get the scoop before the chick he’s known for two months, I had definitely vented to my friends on more than one occasion, and my curiosity was peaked.

“I'm working on it,” Jimin replied, taking a big gulp of water. “Thanks, Tae," He breathed, rolling his eyes.

I stifled a laugh. He was so cute when he was embarrassed. I made a mental note to ask Tae to explain what he meant when we had a chance to get lunch. I had a feeling the snowboarder would be more than happy to divulge that little piece of information. 

“Talking about me to your friends?” I teased, trying my best to ignore the ever-growing argument across from me. The butterflies in my stomach were a helpful distraction. “Good things, I hope.”

He cracked a smile, face and neck flushed. “The best things.”

Such a flirt.

I bit my lip and looked away. Eating was a nice way to interrupt the electricity that was enveloping us, and I gorged myself on octopus and tuna. Whatever the hell these dishes were, I had to admit the sushi here was the best I had ever had. I would never doubt a recommendation from Taehyung again.

The conversation started flowing easily after that. Jungkook and Darcy were at a stalemate and were relatively quiet on their side of the booth. With the atmosphere lightening, Milo felt good enough to start telling us his latest work stories. He was a firefighter along with all three of his brothers. His father was promoted to chief about five years ago but was coming up to his retirement. The only one of his siblings to avoid the fireman fate was his baby sister, but had still managed to find a job at the station.

"You guys must be close," I laughed in disbelief.

“It’s the family business,” He joked. "Rosie is our new EMT."

Taehyung spoke excitedly about his upcoming competitions and was really hopeful he would win enough to qualify for the Olympics this year. Milo and Jimin both reassured him multiple times while I tried my best to keep up with everything he was talking about. I had very little knowledge of snowboarding, so I was having to constantly interrupt and ask for clarification. No one seemed to mind, and eventually Jungkook joined in to talk about his upcoming hockey games.

The Red Wings were having a good year, and he was proud of his team for working as hard as they did. As a goalie, he did not do a lot of skating, but his job was one of the hardest on the team. From what I knew after watching a few games on tv with Jimin's family, Jungkook was one of the best goalies in the NHL who was highly sought after. He had been offered millions to transfer to the New York Rangers, but out of loyalty he turned them down.

“I’ll take you to a few matches if you want,” Jimin offered. “Kook can get us tickets whenever.”

I smiled, “That sounds like fun.”

“Milo and I go all of the time so we can sit together,” Taehyung interjected, his shoulders relaxed for the first time since we got here.

Darcy was quiet and stayed on her phone. Jungkook was pretending she was not here, and it helped keep the arguing from starting again. I was not sure how long the truce would last, but I hoped they could hold it together long enough for us to finish eating.

“So Y/N,” Milo mused, taking a piece of fish from Taehyung’s plate. “Have you ever thought about competing again?”

I laughed nervously, “For a time, maybe. My injuries make it hard for me to swim the way I used to so I decided to keep it as a hobby.”

It was not a complete lie, but I knew I might be able to get back into competitions if I put in the time and effort. I hated the thought of being back in the spotlight, cameras shoved in my face, only to lose and give them more to talk about. I was still recovering from the trauma they inflicted on me after the accident. My leg injuries just gave me the perfect excuse to keep my distance.

He nodded, eyebrows knitted, “I didn’t know you had medical leave. What happened?”

Jimin tensed up beside me. 

“I was in a car accident,” I replied. Talking about what happened did not bother me as much as it used to, and Milo seemed genuinely interested in the answer. “I had to get a full knee replacement on my left side, and a full hip replacement. I should have lost my leg, but the doctor on staff recognized me and brought up my profession.”

Milo whistled, giving me a sympathetic look. “Leg? You could have died.”

“Well,” I breathed, finishing off my last piece of fish. “I pulled through though, so it wasn’t all bad.” I fiddled with my shirt, pretending to smooth it down as I played it cool. "Anyway, I have nerve damage in my leg that makes me get really horrible cramps and twitching if I overwork my muscles. It sucks but coaching is really fun, so I can't complain."

Blatantly lying wasn't something I did often, but I truly hated reliving the months of physical therapy. Unable to walk or talk, I was stuck in that hospital bed for weeks and then got sent home to watch my closest friends wait on me hand-and-foot. When I wasn’t in physical therapy, I was with my SLP. When I wasn’t with her then I was in bed, crying into my pillow, and wishing I had never woken up. It was an extremely dark time in my life, one filled with chronic pain and overwhelming depression, and talking about it made me emotional. 

“Anyway,” Taehyung sent his fiancé a pointed look. “Kookie’s next home game is in two weeks.”

Happy to be out of the spotlight, I began to talk with Jimin about changing our schedule around so we could attend the game. Taehyung was excited to get me some Red Wing merchandise, and Jungkook quickly began to boast about his prowess on the ice. Darcy scoffed beside him and I felt the group tense up.

“You’re so cocky, Ian,” She taunted, eyes glued to her phone. “I heard Avalanche was doing really well this season.”

I knew from the group chat that the Red Wings and the Colorado Avalanche had a long-standing rivalry. It had started all the way back in the mid-90’s and reached its peak in 2002. While the intensity had dissipated over the years, it had recently spiked up again due to Jungkook and Jackson Wang’s ongoing feud. The only reason Darcy would bring that up would be to piss her boyfriend off. 

“Hm,” Jungkook smirked, chuckling darkly. “Who told you that?”

I held my breath, already guessing where this was going. The tension from earlier was thicker than ever as we fell silent. Darcy put her phone on the table, flipped her hair over her shoulder, and looked Jungkook in the face as she replied.

“Jackson.”

It was dead silent for a few seconds. Then, without waiting for a response, Darcy kept digging the knife in and twisting. She called him ugly, said he sucked in bed, brought up all of the ways Jackson was better than he was, and went as far as to bring up his father's affair. Jungkook could not get a word in as her silky voice dropped lower and lower, words cutting deeper and deeper, and eyes growing brighter as she watched his expression fall. I learned something tonight. Darcy enjoyed hurting Jungkook.

"Why are you doing this, dude?" Jungkook's voice was thick with emotion. "You're acting like a fucking child. It's embarrassing."

“Holy shit,” Milo groaned as their voices got louder. “Are they being forreal right now?”

“Babe,” Taehyung scolded, the forced smile still plastered on his face. “Language.”

“You weren’t embarrassed when you fucked that girl” Darcy screamed and I felt my stomach twist uncomfortably. “Why should I feel bad about airing out my dirty laundry? Everyone here knows how much of a whore I am anyway, isn’t that right, Ian?”

“Keep your voice down,” Jungkook hissed, eyes glassy. “You’re causing a scene.”

Taehyung and Milo looked as mortified as I felt, both of them staring at Darcy in horror. The entire restaurant had gone silent. Eyes were glued to our table as they argued. She shouted about him getting his dick sucked in their bed, and Jungkook was just angry she was acting like this in public. It was Jimin’s birthday all over again only this time they knew people were watching and did not care. Taehyung’s smile was finally gone and replaced by trembling lips and fidgeting hands.

“Take that shit outside,” Jimin cut in, voice cold and hard. Darcy glared daggers in our direction. “You’re going to get us kicked out.”

Darcy opened her mouth to argue but was interrupted by the waitress coming back and demanding our party leave. Taehyung began to apologize profusely while Darcy stormed out of the restaurant, bumping into numerous people roughly without looking back. Jungkook was hot on her heels, breathing heavily, and eyes glossed over with unshed tears. She shouted that Jackson was outside and for Jungkook to go fuck himself. Jungkook didn’t reply but I knew he was not expecting the other man to be here. I sure the fuck wasn't.

An arm wrapped around my shoulders, “Hey, calm down. Breathe.”

I had not realized I had been holding my breath. Turning my head, I was taken aback by how close Jimin was. Our noses brushed together, his breath hot against my cheek, and I jerked away, heart racing. The butterflies were swarming now, and a shiver went down my spine. His arm dropped and I immediately missed its warmth. Flustered, I scooted out of the booth and kept my head hung low. I was so embarrassed, and I could hear Taehyung’s voice starting to wobble as he handed over some cash to the waitress for the trouble. No one was going home happy tonight. 

“I’m so fucking pissed off,” Jimin grunted, keeping in step with me. Milo was attempting to get a now hysterical Taehyung calmed as they followed behind us. “I don’t know why Tae invites the two of them anywhere.”

I shook my head, “It’s not his fault. She needs to get some self-control, though. That was so rude and uncalled for, and for what?"

“They both owe him a fucking apology,” He sighed harshly.

The guests of honor were already in a very heated screaming match when we finally made it outside. Whatever had been brewing inside had clearly reached its peak, and neither one of them was willing to back down. Jimin’s arm was back around my shoulders as he tried his best to shelter me from the strong winds that were kicking up. Looking at Darcy and Jungkook all I could see were my parents and it caused me great discomfort. Maybe I should try to call my dad again and make sure he was alright? He rarely answered but at least it would cut some of the edge off of my anxiety.

“Why are you acting like this?” Jungkook shouted, pulling at his hair. “What the fuck is wrong with you, dude?”

“You!” Darcy shrieked. “You! You! YOU! You’re the problem. This is all your fault!”

Jungkook called her a crazy bitch and Darcy slapped him across the face before stomping off. A sleek red convertible was waiting for her on the curb, a well-groomed man behind the steering wheel. He smiled and waved at Jungkook before speeding off, Darcy already attaching her lips to his neck and not sparing any of us a second glance.

“What the fuck!” Taehyung shouted, sobbing and clinging to Milo. 

I was surprised he was able to hold himself back for that long. He seemed hellbent on strangling Jungkook as soon as he was able. I stepped to the side watching a man I had never seen upset shove Jungkook backwards. Any resemblance of a smile was gone now, replaced with a snot-nosed, red eyed man with bared teeth. Jungkook stumbled, barely keeping his footing before shoving the other man back. Milo was quick to defend his fiancé, pushing Jungkook so hard he stumbled, fell on his ass, and cried out in pain. 

Jimin’s arm gripped me tighter as he stared at the scene unfold in silence. His clenched jaw, however, told me how angry he was. I briefly wondered what he would be doing if he was not so focused on keeping me warm.

“That was so fucked up,” Taehyung cried, wiping his face roughly. “I told you both to keep that shit at home or don’t come!”

“She started it! It’s not my fault-”

“Dude,” Milo shook his head, wrapping his arms around Taehyung. “It doesn’t fucking matter. That’s your girl.”

As the three of them argued, I tried to decipher the look on Jimin’s face. He was angry, that was very apparent, and I felt my own anger finally start to rise. He had been dealing with so much shit and on his first night out in ages this happens? It was unfair and ridiculous, my frustration over the entire situation making me want to go over and push Jungkook around, too. However, I knew that was not the way to handle this. Truth was, he was not the only person to blame for how badly the night had ended. Darcy was the main instigator.

“Are you okay?” I asked Jimin, stepping away from his tight embrace. His arm was still around my shoulders with no sign of moving. “I’m sorry everything got so shitty.”

He nodded, face softening when he looked at me. “Just worried about Taehyung. He was really excited about tonight.”

The yelling was finally starting to calm down and I was happy that they were talking things out. I did not think I could handle the screaming for any longer. I had been a bundle of nerves since I left my house, and my fingers trembled at my sides. I could hear my mother’s voice echoing in my head, though I was positive it was distorted after so many years. Sometimes when her and dad fought, she would find me hiding in my closet and pull me out, hands leaving my skin tender from the harsh grip she had on my arms, before telling me to clean up the broken dishes from off the floor.

“Come here you little shit!”

She hated me; hated being a mother. I could remember how much I wished she would hold me like the other kids' moms held them but was too afraid to ask. One time I drew a picture of her at school and she never even looked at it. Instead, she smoked her cigarettes at the dinner table and watched Law and Order. If I really thought about it, she threw the drawing away. It was too dirty. Just like I was too dirty.

Mom had germaphobia and considered me one of the dirtiest things she had ever seen. I was not allowed in their bedroom because of it. Dad went along with it like he did everything else. When he wasn’t drinking, he was sleeping or in the garage. I hoped he was doing okay. Danielle seemed to be just as controlling as mom had been.

“Where’d you go?”

I startled, whipping around to find Jimin staring at me. His expression was gentle and calm, and I was suddenly aware of the harsh chill nipping at my wet cheeks. I had not noticed I was starting to cry. Strange. It had been a long time since those memories had been brought up.

“Are you okay?” He asked, rubbing my arm. “You looked lost.”

I nodded, quickly reaching up to pat the tears away. It was a good thing my mascara was smudge proof or else I might look even more pathetic. I am 31 now and it felt stupid to cry over things so far in the past. Things I had not had to deal with in well over 20 years. Dr.Wolfe would disagree with me, but she wasn't here.

“Yeah,” I nodded, voice thick. “Just zoned out for a second. Eyes must have dried out.”

It was a bad lie, but a lie he accepted. Squeezing my arm one last time, he finally moved away to give me a bit of breathing room. That was another thing that I always appreciated about the guy. He never overstayed his welcome, even if he wanted to. Taking a second to compose myself, I mindlessly fixed my hair and adjusted my clothes. Nervous habit.

“I think everyone’s heading home for the night,” Jimin said, nodding his head toward the other three men. “They seem cool. You ready to leave?”

I shrugged, “If you are.”

He nodded and walked over to the ground. I gave myself another moment to gather my thoughts. The worst of it was over and I doubted those memories would make themselves known again. With the screaming over it would not take long for my head to get itself straightened out. I might ask Jimin to drive us back, though. I was exhausted, and frankly, I did not think we would be safe if I was behind the wheel. Nothing worse than an anxious driver.

Jungkook was ashamed of their behavior tonight, and when I joined the others, he was quick to throw a million apologies in my direction. I accepted them all easily but knew it would take me a few days to fully forgive him. Tonight was a lot. Hopefully I could speak with Taehyung privately and ask him not to invite the couple out with us. If I never had to see Darcy again it would make my stay that much easier.

“I think we’re going to go home,” Milo said once Jungkook walked away. He was planning on calling an Uber so Tae could have a bit of space. “My little flower is burned out for the night.”

I smiled sadly, “Are you sure? We can always try something else.”

Taehyung’s head snapped in my direction and I wanted to scoop him up in my arms. His face was puffy from crying and eyes still misty. He was quick to nod his head and reached out to take hold of my hands.

“You still want to hang out with me?” He whimpered.

I had only said it to cheer him up not thinking that he would actually go for the idea. I had never seen him so distraught before and Milo seemed convinced that he was over having fun. Stealing a look at the blonde, he gave me a grateful smile but otherwise kept a watchful eye on Taehyung.

“Of course I do,” I finally replied, squeezing his large hands. “Tonight wasn’t your fault.”

His lower lip started to wobble again and next thing I knew I was in a very tight, warm hug. Taehyung cried into the crook of my neck. He was worried I would not like him anymore because of the fight. I awkwardly hugged him back, hoping my calm reassurances would soothe him. We really needed to get from outside the front of this restaurant before they called the cops. 

“It’s alright,” I said, trying to gently remove his arms from my waist. “We’re still friends, I promise.”

After another minute of crying, Taehyung was back in Milo’s arms. His face was red, and his nose was running, but the sobs had stopped. Jimin placed a hand on my lower back and started to bounce a few ideas off of Milo. It was late, but from the sound of things, our get together was not over. I could not say for certain if this was a good thing or not, I did need to have that talk with Jimin. If we were out too late there was no way for me to promise I would not pass out in the car.

“Uh,” Jimin thought for a second. “If we’re still hungry there’s Pie Sci and Woodbridge is right down the street. There's also that park a few blocks away."

I shrugged, “Whatever’s the best?” Looking at Taehyung, I made sure that he was feeling well enough to hang out. “I won’t be upset if you want to go home. It was a rough night for all of us.”

He sniffled and nodded. “I’m just really tired.”

Jimin and I said our goodbyes and I promised the blue haired boy I would call him in the morning to set up another meet up. He called it a group date, something neither Jimin nor I disagreed with, but it did make me feel queasy. Depending on how our conversation goes, we may never spend time together outside of training. I felt like I was going to vomit.

“Let me drive?” Jimin murmured as we parted ways with the couple. 

I nodded, digging in my purse to find them. “Mind reader, I swear. Get out of my head, kid.”

He snickered, “Who says you weren’t in mine, granny”

The queasiness dissipated and I felt like I could breathe a little bit easier now. Being alone with Jimin had never felt this nerve wracking before, not even the first time we met, and it was hard to explain all of the thoughts and feelings going through my head. We were finally having the talk, but I had never imagined it going this way. Handing him the keys, I elbowed him in the ribs.

“Whoops,” I mocked. “You know me and my bad eyesight, kiddo.”

“Watch it,” He hissed, rubbing the spot. “Don’t want you breaking anything. You know you have frail bones.”

I laughed, “Don’t make me give you a knuckle sandwich, punk.”

Sliding into the passenger seat felt less daunting after the light hearted exchange. Still, my blood was pumping as Jimin clicked his seatbelt in place. I had no idea when the conversation would shift into murkier waters, but I needed to start thinking about what to say to him. 

Denying my feelings would only make things worse, and I did not think the younger man would believe me. In fact, he would be offended that I thought he was dumb enough to get bamboozled in the first place. Lying did not seem like the right call anyway. My feelings were not something to feel ashamed about, but they were very frightening. 

“When is later?”

I gasped, startled out of my thoughts. We had been driving for over ten minutes already. Time seemed to slip by when I was lost in my own head. Jimin apologized for scaring me but repeated the question once I reassured him that I was fine.

“Now,” I mumbled. “I guess later is now.”

Turning on the blinker, Jimin switched lanes smoothly. He was probably the best driver that I knew and always made sure to keep my little quirks in mind during our rides. He had even gotten used to leaving the radio off when I was around, something that I appreciated more than words could ever say. Recognizing that I was stalling, I cleared my throat and tried my best to get my jumbled thoughts across.

“As much as I would like to go on that date,” I started, voice weak, “I’m just a bit concerned with how that might affect our ability to work together.”

There we go, I thought to myself mentally patting myself on the back. That was not as hard as I thought it would be. Leaving out a few details would not hurt anybody, and it was the main cause of concern for me. My age was definitely up there, but I doubted Jimin would understand my perspective. To him I was just older, but to the rest of the world I was this cougar on the prowl for young men to help me relive my glory days. Even my own friends thought it was funny to make fun of the age gap.

“Is it only because of that?” Jimin pressed, his voice telling me that he was still reacting positively to whatever was coming out of my mouth. I was refusing to look at him, fearful that he would see through me. “Or is there something else bothering you?”

“W-w-well-” I stammered, “There is the media frenzy to think about. Sejin is already dealing with the press and your ‘out of character’ seclusion this season. Then there’s the age gap. I just-” I struggled to find the right words. Having let my insecurity slip out, I lost my flow and scrambled to get back on track. “Look, I haven’t done this whole dating thing in a really long time, and I don’t want that to get in the way of being a good coach. Ozzie put me in charge of you, and my reputation is on the line.”

I could hear my heart beating in my ears. Mouth dry and palms sweaty, I forced myself to look out of the window as I spoke. Anxiety had been something I dealt with for as long as I could remember, and it only got worse the older I got. My hands and fingers trembled in my lap as I tried to steady my breathing. 

In all of the dreams I had about Jimin, and there had been quite a few at this point, this moment had never felt so real and raw. We were always in these picture perfect pieces of heaven, sunshine beaming down on us, and the words I desperately wanted to say fell from my lips with ease. It was simple and sweet, and yet profound and beautiful. I could wax poetics and put myself thoughts together so eloquently he had no choice but to say yes to me. 

Reality was different. Here I was stumbling over my sentences and stuttering my way through words. Instead of taking his hand with mine, I was fidgeting with shaking fingers and desperately hoping he could not see just how uncomfortable I was. I knew he did. He always noticed. My heart was racing so fast I was afraid it would burst. Had he turned the heart up? It was boiling.

“I just want to know how you feel about me.”

“Hm?” I squeaked, unable to form any real words. My mouth was too dry. 

“I’ve thought about all of the same shit,” Jimin continued, voice as smooth and calming as ever. “I don’t care about any of that. All I want to know is how you feel about me.”

“You know,” I replied, wheezing. Talking felt impossible. “You know.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

Taking in a deep breath, I squeezed my eyes shut and began the mental countdown. My therapist taught me the technique years ago and I always found it to be helpful. I did this a few times until I felt calm enough to open my eyes. 

“Are you alright?” Jimin asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded, finally feeling my heart rate slowing. “A little anxious.”

“Don’t be,” He placed a hand on my knee. “It’s just me.”

And he was right. It was just Jimin and I in my car, but that was also the reason I felt so suffocated. There was nowhere to run or hide in here, and if things went south I was stuck with him for half an hour. Trying not to let those pessimistic thoughts send me back into a panic, I began to mentally point out things in my car.

Air freshener. It's green. It smells like pine and lemons. I want a new scent. Jimin likes to buy this coconut and mango one that smells like candy. I will buy one like his. I love the smell.

I let out a heavy breath. Everything was fine. He was not upset. He just wanted to know how I felt about him. Nothing more nothing less. My heart was settling, and my fingers were no longer shaking.

“I like you,” I choked out, placing my hand over his. “But you already knew that.”

He gently laughed, flipping his hand up to intertwine our fingers. 

“Yeah, you’re a terrible actress.”

I groaned, leaning my head against the window. As much as I tried kidding myself, there was absolutely no way he did not see the way I looked at him. I always knew when his flirting took on a more serious edge, like when he called me beautiful after seeing the scar on my leg for the first time, so it should not have been surprising that he picked up on a thing or two. Still, it did not make it any less embarrassing.

“How long have you known?” I asked, peeking at him through my lashes.

“I mean, I had a feeling when you first got to town, but I wasn’t completely sure until that first training day.”

He laughed at my embarrassed groan, holding my hand tighter. I knew I wasn't subtle enough. Poker face champion, my ass.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” He cooed. “You’ve been my dream girl since I was, like, 15.”

“That's not helping the age gap thing,” I tittered as I played with his fingers. Then, because I could not help myself. “Dream girl, huh?”

Picking up on the teasing tone in my voice, Jimin chortled. 

“Okay, big head. Calm down.”

“Big head?” I guffawed, pulling my hand out of his grasp. “Who are you calling big head, shortstop?”

“You, big head,” Taking back my hand, Jimin pinned it down and kept a tight grip. “No take backs.”

I always loved it when Jimin was in a good mood. He was so playful and full of energy, and all signs of those dark days were in the deepest parts of his mind. It was impossible to keep myself from playing along which only served to egg him on.

“You never said yes or no.”

“Yes or no to what?” I questioned. 

Jimin started rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb.

“To that date.”

Saying yes felt wrong, but saying no felt impossible. No matter what I said someone would be upset, and I had to decide who that would be: Jimin or America? I turned my own hand around this time and put my fingers through his. They fit together awkwardly, his hands just a bit too large, but I still found it perfect all the same.

“Do you have any ideas?”

His shiteating grin was contagious and a burst of butterflies began to flutter in my stomach. Hands clasped, Jimin started to list off all of the places we could go, but I was not fully listening. I had a date with this guy. I was going on a date with my trainee. 

“What do you think?”

I blinked rapidly, hoping he could not tell that I had zoned out. 

“You pick,” I breathed. “Surprise me.”

The rest of the drive back home was spent making small talk and discussing food preferences. Jimin was a dinner and a movie kind of guy, while I would rather do some sort of activity. What type of conversation could we have in a theater? Jimin seemed excited to plan out a fun night and I was just happy he was this into me. The feeling was most definitely mutual.

“Do you mind if I go to my house tonight? Mom needs some space and I know my dad is tired of having me breathing down their necks.”

I had yet to go over to his house. The days that we drove together were when he spent the evening with his parents. When Na-yeon and I talked about it, she was more upfront about her health situation than the men of the house. James spent most of his time taking care of his wife and their son enjoyed giving him a break every now and then. James would go on a fishing trip with his friends while Jimin stayed back to keep an eye on his mother. 

“Is it closer to town?” I asked, nibbling on my lower lip. 

I had yet to drive through downtown Ann Arbor. The Park house, and by proxy the Anderson’s, was a thirty minute drive from the bustling city. Nestled in the smaller town of Saline going towards Manchester, I had rarely had to leave the small town. This trip to Detroit was the farthest I had gone since arriving in Michigan, but I had a feeling the traffic in downtown Ann Arbor would be a bit much for me to drive through alone.

“Yeah,” I felt even more nervous by his nonchalant tone. “I used to live downtown, but I got tired of the noise. I bought my house in Eberwhite last summer, so there’s a little less foot traffic.”

“How’s the drive back to Saline?” Even I could hear the hesitation in my voice.

“Less than twenty,” Rubbing the back of my hand, his voice took on a sweeter tone. “We don’t have to. My truck’s at my parent’s place anyway.”

“Maybe some other time?” I forced myself to laugh, hoping to make the awkward tension leave. “Preferably when it’s not dark outside.”

I relaxed into my seat once I started seeing familiar landmarks. Saline was a very small town with a little over 2,000 residents, but downtown still had a way of attracting a relatively large crowd. Stoney Creek Brewery was packed and Jimin pointed out Sam’s car as we pass by. 

“Looks like he came out with Otis and Skye,” He murmured.

Otis was another personal trainer at the gym, and Skye was responsible for marketing. They had been going out for a while now and made plan to move to Ann Arbor once Otis graduated from school. He was getting his masters in movement science at the University of Michigan. They had planned on moving out there when he graduated last year, but neither of them could find a job that could pay their bills. Otis was hoping the master’s would give him a competitive edge while Skye saved up enough money to start her own advertising firm.

“Think Gigi is with them?” I wondered.

“Probably not. She’s busy studying for an exam. I saw that she requested time off tomorrow and the day after, so I don’t think she has the time to go out for drinks.”

Giselle was getting her bachelor’s in dental hygiene at UM, and everytime I spoke to her she was swamped with work. I had no idea she needed to request time off, though. Must be an intense program.

“Did you ever go to college?” I asked Jimin. 

He nodded, “I got my bachelor’s in psychology.”

Well, I had not been expecting that. 

“Really?”

“Yeah, but I never went back to get my master’s,” We turned onto the long road that led to his parent’s house. “I might after the Olympics.”

It was interesting to hear about his goals post-swimming. I never had those. My entire life was going to be swimming, and then, once I could no longer compete, I was opening my own swim school. After a couple of years of coaching under my belt, the plan was to start training professional athletes until I could join the Olympic coaching team. The accident was a very traumatic and eye-opening experience for me, so most of those plans ended up getting changed and modified over the years.

“What about you?” Jimin asked, pulling up to the curb.

“I went through an accelerated program at UCCS. Just graduated with my Masters in Athletic Training back in April.”

Neither one of us seemed to be ready to break the bubble we created. Even if we were just talking about school, it felt too intimate to leave. Holding hands in my car was new and I was worried if I opened the car door all of this would turn out to be a dream. The date, the confession; all of it. 

“I should get going,” Jimin sighed, still not moving his hand from mine. “It’s late and I have to drive home.”

I was the first one to move away. He was right. It was almost midnight and I had a really difficult time tonight. All of that yelling really took a toll on me. Jimin did not move until he heard the click of my seatbelt unfastening. 

“See you tomorrow?” He asked when I rounded the car. Getting out of the car, he held the door open as I slid inside. “I know we were out later than we thought we’d be.”

I nodded, “We can have a late morning. 8:30 instead of 6.”

“Sounds good. See you then.”

He closed my car door and jogged to his truck. It was parked in the driveway today. I pressed the button to roll my window down. 

“Drive safe!” I called out.

Looking over his shoulder, Jimin grinned and threw a hand up. I watched him climb into Fiona and tried to keep myself from worrying too much. It was so dark outside and he could be exhausted behind the wheel. Who knows what could happen to him.

He caught me staring and waved at me again. I returned it with a small smile. The truck stopped for a second and his phone was his hand. My cell phone vibrated in the cupholder.

Jimin: I’ll be okay

Jimin: Text you when I get home, k?

Looking back at the truck, I found him already looking at me. I nodded my response. He smiled at me again, waved, before finally backing out of the driveway. I did not move until I could no longer see his truck in my rearview. My phone buzzed one more time.

Jimin: At the stop sign on Woodland and Ann Arbor-Saline

Jimin: Go home. I’m here. I’m fine.

I hesitated texting him back when I knew he was driving, but decided that I would just have to trust he would not open it until it was safe.

Me: Get out of my head, kid

Finally putting my car in drive, I threw my phone back in its spot and made the ten minute drive down the road to the Anderson house. All of the lights were off when I pulled up and I was as quiet as a mouse walking to the backyard. 

I was beyond tired but still needed to get my nighttime routine done. Stripping out of my clothes, I turned on the shower and took off my makeup. Tonight wasn’t a wash night, so I was not in the shower for long. I heard my phone vibrating as I put on lotion and I quickly threw on a night shirt and went to my bedroom.

Jimin: Who says you aren’t in mine, meemaw

Jimin: I’m home now so you can get some sleep

Jimin: Night, geezer

I snorted. That was a new one. Crawling into bed, I got comfortable under my blankets and thought about a good comeback.

Me: Thank you

Me: Geezer? That’s such an geriatric thing to say, you whippersnapper

Jimin: LOL night 🫰🏼

Me: Night 🌜

I quick sent Taehyung a text to make sure he and Milo go home safely before putting my phone on the charger. Jungkook sent a text to our group chat an hour ago to let us know he was in his apartment back in Detroit. He was in Ann Arbor so often since Darcy lived out here, but he had bought a multi-million dollar home in Corktown when was first signed to the Red Wings in 2019. Milo was the one to reply to my text, signing his name at the bottom, since Taehyung passed out in the car on their way back home.

I took my medications and started up a game of solitaire while I waited for them to kick in. My psychologist had sent me to Michigan with a three month supply. I was planning my first trip back next week so I could see the boys in time for their first big competition of the season. While I was in town, I would pick up another three month supply. We were making the arrangements work as best as we could, and I was lucky I had a large group of people willing to support me during this transition.

Finally I felt the sleeping pills kicking in and I went to my white noise app. I hated falling asleep in silence and Emery had suggested the app while we were in a session. I paid for a yearly subscription and never regretted the fifty bucks. It had been a huge help in lulling me to bed.

Lights out and blankets wrapped snugly around my body, I closed my eyes and thought about everything that had happened. Jimin liked me back, asked me on a date, and told all of his friends about his infatuation with me before I even realized something else was going on. I was his dream girl. That put a lazy smile on my face. Then, I could no longer think about anything and was plunged into a dreamless sleep.

Taglist: @ownthesunshine @screamertannie @lovelytaes-blog @pernesianparapio @tae-with-some-suga @sumzysworld @chimmisbae @adventures-in-bookland

© chimcess, 2024. Do not copy or repost without permission.

#bts #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #park jimin #bts jimin #jimin fanfiction #jimin fanfic #park jimin fanfiction #park jimin fanfic #bts angst #bts fluff #bts smut #jimin fluff #jimin angst #jimin smut #bts au #strangers to lovers #jimin x y/n #jimin x you #jimin x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts x reader #bts scenarios #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #min yoongi

[writing-rat]

Wednesday's Gifts

Pairing: Enid Sinclair x Wednesday Addams

Content: Fluff, Wednesday's birthday, Just cute stuff, Enid knows Italian (translations at the bottom)

Summary: It is nearly Wednesday's birthday so Enid decides to make her something.

It was about to be Wednesday’s 17th birthday and Enid was excited. Unlike last year she wouldn’t make a secret party. She had asked Wednesday what she wanted to do on her birthday where Wednesday just said ‘writing all day’. Enid would allow that as she knew what her girlfriend was like. She did have to get her a present however so that’s when she knew what to make. She wold make them bee plushies. She wold make them matching too. Enid’s would be rainbow while Wednesday’s would be white and black.

She had gotten to work straight away when Wednesday was at the Hummer’s club. She was wanting to do it secretly as she didn’t want Wednesday to see it. She wanted to see the genuine reaction. She was crocheting while Thing was playing with the music, playing pop music and K-Pop, but mostly K-Pop. Thing was also reading the newest fashion magazine that Enid had read already. The 2 were very comfortable with each other, Enid facing away from the door so if Wednesday came in she could quickly hide it. 

After 10 more minutes, the door opened and Enid jumped as she quickly hid Wednesday’s bee and was holding the rainbow one as she was pretending to crochet that. She looked over at Wednesday who was taking off her hoodie that she had stolen from Enid’s wardrobe. It was dark purple so she was happy with the colour and could wear it without her colour allergy. She was taking her remade snood off too as she looked over at Enid, only in a plain black top and black sweatpants. “Hello cara mia. What are you making?” she asked, tilting her head and furrowed her eyebrows curiously. Enid smiled. 

“I’m making a bee plush with pride colours!” she spoke happily, Wednesday smiling at the wolf’s happiness before dropping it and sat down. “You may continue. I shall now write about Viper’s adventure,” Wednesday stated, ending the conversation before she was writing her next chapter. 

Enid, knowing she would be distracted, immediately started on the monotone bee again as she checked the alarm clock. 5pm. Wednesday would finish at 6pm so she would be able to give 5 minutes to spare to hide it. She was quick to try and finish it as she was knowing Wednesday would figure out she was hiding something after a few days. She also had 2 days till Wednesday’s birthday so she had to get it done. She had also bought her other gifts so it wouldn’t be too bad but Enid was determined. She would even pull an all nighter just to finish it. After 55 minutes, she quickly stopped having half finished it before she put it under her covers and pretended she finished her own bee. 

“Don’t wait up for me, I have some business with Weems,” Wednesday spoke abruptly, Enid blinking in shock. “What? Why if I can ask?” Enid asked curiously, her head tilted like a puppy again. 

“Just something about therapy,” Wednesday hummed out before she left. Enid was about to say bye but she was already gone. Shrugging it off, she worked on the bee again.

This continued up until 7pm when it was completed and just in time for dinner too. She smiled as she put it in the box of gifts before she went to dinner, ready to treat Wednesday on her special day.

-

It was soon Friday and it was Wednesday’s birthday. Enid was up early due to asking Thing to wake her up. Thing did luckily as she immediately sat up and was getting the big black box and slowly went to her girlfriend’s bed before joining her. She was kissing her cheek and face as she knew Wednesday wouldn’t be mad at her. It was about 5am anyway when Wednesday would be waking up. Grumbling, Wednesday held onto Enid and was big spooning her. “Dreadful morning,” she spoke in a raspy, soft voice as she kissed the back of Enid’s neck gently. Enid just grinned.

“Good morning! Happy birthday cuervo,” Enid greeted, turning around and kissing her cheeks. “What was that?” Wednesday hummed out, teasing Enid. She had taught her how to say Happy Birthday in Italian after all. Enid rolled her eyes but were grinning.

“Buon compleanno, corvo,” Enid responded to her. Wednesday couldn’t help but nuzzle up.

That was how they spent a little bit of the morning before Wednesday stretched sitting up. Enid was in follow before she quickly handed over the black box. “Birthday presents. Open now,” she spoke with a smirk. Wednesday was confused but nodded as she opened the lid, seeing the wrapped packages minus a monochrome bee. “You.. made a matching one?” Wednesday spoke, looking at her softly with a small smile. Enid nodded. “Grazie mio lupo,” she spoke. Enid felt cocky knowing that. She proceeded to watch Wednesday open the gifts one by one. There was a plastic scorpion toy, a black cat taxidermy and also a dissecting kit. 

Wednesday hugged her gently for her gifts before she was kissing her. “We should get ready for school now, hm?” she asked. Enid nodded happily as she was staying close to her before she went and got her uniform, letting Wednesday shower first as usual.

-

Translations:

Cuervo - Raven

Buon Compleanno, Corvo - Happy birthday, raven

Grazia mio lupo - Thank you my wolf

#wenclair #ratboy writing #ratboy writes #wednesday #wednesday x enid #enid x wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday addams x enid sinclair #enid sinclair x wednesday addams

[elonomhblog]

hello, loves

good morning! happy saturday! i have a coffee and some coffee-flavoured oatmeal by my side this morning as i write this post. usually, i only have a drink, but i woke up earlier this morning and so naturally, i was hungrier earlier.

i've been racking my mind on how to come up with good content to post when i return to school and honestly, i considered going on a break until next holidays. luckily, i didn't stick to that idea. i'm going to be sticking to a posting schedule (still daily queued posts), but i'm only going to be posting larger posts on monday, wednesday, saturday.

this change is because i didn't get the grades i'd hoped for last term, so i need to focus more on school than the blog. the food blog will still be running wednesday, saturday posts.

fortnightly, i'm going to be releasing an issue of 'the elonomh times', which will be a cute digital magazine that will include the fortnights (and bonus) posts and learning. at the end of each issue, there will be some journal prompts and activities!

anyways, back to today. this morning i woke up and stretched for half an hour. i'm definitely grateful that i have stretching routines from previous sports because it allows me to be effective without using my laptop so early in the morning (e.g for a youtube follow along).

i haven't been doing proper training this week, since i'm on my period and honestly,, it's worse than usual (the period part). i have been going on long walks in the evening to make up for the lack of training, though.

today i'm going to smash out all of my to-do for today and tomorrow, to give me a chance tomorrow to rest (even though i have to go to work).

here's a little list: ☐ meal prep for the school week ☐ finish ALL holiday homework - maths homework q's - physics homework q's ☐ go for a walk ☐ message charlie (a friend i haven't spoken to in a while) ☐ vacuum bedroom ☐ change bedsheets ☐ spanish daily study

i hope you all have an amazing day!

❤️joanne

(images are from pinterest)

#elonomh #elonomhblog #student #student life #that girl #academia #chaotic academia #becoming that girl #study blog #productivity #it girl #it girl aesthetic #it girl energy #pink pilates princess #pinterest girl #girlblogging #girl blogger #vanilla girl #clean girl #wonyoungism #wellness girl #stem student #studyblr #studying #study motivation #good morning #daily post #happy saturday #happy weekend #back to school

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Hello and happy Wednesday! I hope you're ok and I'm very glad you and Angel Neil are friends again! Could I have some Mafia au this week? I am so happy how you write the boys!!! I wish you a good week!

WIP Wednesday (1/31) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 93)

“I told Jean the next morning. As soon as I got off the plane,” Kevin says, holding his hand up when Neil opens his mouth. Jean nods when Neil looks his way.

“You never told me,” Neil says, a bit offended to have been left out of this.

“You're not my partner." Kevin reminds him. And Neil nearly snaps back with 'Neither is Jean, he's mine'. But then he realizes he means it in the romantic sense and not the cult sense.

"I'm still your friend," Neil mutters. "But go on."

"I didn’t mean for it to happen. I don’t think Andrew did either. It was just… He saved my life. And the adrenaline and…” Kevin shakes his head and reaches for Jean’s hand. He gives it and Kevin laces their fingers together. “Uh, anyway. I hadn’t seen him since that night. Until yesterday. That’s why I was so shocked that he just… wandered into the restaurant.”

Neil isn’t quite sure what to say to all that. So he doesn’t say anything. He just picks the spoon up off the floor and tosses it towards the sink. Being a spoon, it can’t sense the tension in the room, so it of course bounces off every side, clinking and clanking until it finally lands in the basin.

“Wait. So…” Neil pinches the bridge of his nose. “You transferred out of Palmetto, away from your actual fucking father, because you accidentally kissed your teammate? What the fuck, Kevin? We did that kind of shit all the time—”

“Back in the Nest. I know.” Kevin spits. “But Palmetto wasn’t supposed to be like that. It was supposed to be… better. Besides, I already had— I…” Kevin’s eyes flicker over to Jean’s face and he sighs.

#<333 #aftg #andreil #kevjean #Mafia Restaurant AU #WIP Wednesday #🕊️ #answered #c-lion

[thequeenofthewinter]

Work-in-Progress Wednesday

Hi, hello, hey. 'tis I, and I have a WIP snippet for you. (Actually, a rather long one because I am feeling indulgent today.) Anywho, I hope you enjoy it.

Tagging: @oblivions-dawn @mareenavee @paraparadigm @rainpebble3 @blossom-adventures @tallmatcha @dirty-bosmer @saltymaplesyrup @archangelsunited @ladytanithia @skyrim-forever @gilgamish @frankensonnet @snippetsrus @changelingsandothernonsense and anyone else who wants to join. I love making new friends. Don't be afraid to insert yourself. <3

Unfortunately for him, this is not the only preoccupation which has been eating away at Ulfric’s already severely-shortened sleep schedule.

As Dahlia has been moving further along into her pregnancy, her state of health has become somewhat delicate as of late. Most mornings Ulfric awakens only to see her eyes are already open, and she is leaned miserably over a metal bucket. So, he starts most of his days with one arm wrapped tightly around her as the other holds the hair back from her face as she is sick. What else is he to do?

Later, when Dahlia feels more herself and the nausea has subsided, she always apologizes profusely for being an inconvenience to him, and every time he waves her off. It is the very least he can do for her since she is carrying their child. He only wishes he could do more for her. 

Little does he know that she wishes the same. 

She spends many of her hours laying in bed and staring up at the ceiling, trying to read a book, or attempting to do some of the paperwork she has had Jorleif or Galmar smuggle into their room. Or at least that was what she was doing to try to help make a dent in his daily workload…until he found out about it. 

“Lyssa specifically stated on her last visit, ‘No stress. All rest.’”

“I am sure that Lyssa wouldn’t mind if I helped read and sign a few papers. That is no trouble at all” She look at him with tired eyes.

“You need to be resting. Leave everything to me. I can handle it.” He argues back to her as he takes one of her hands in his own and brings it to his lips.

She shakes her hand from his. “But I am resting, Ulfric. That is all I do. I am hardly even allowed to get out of this bed to take a turn about the room or visit Lydia.”

“I am doing all I can to take care of you and make sure the baby—”

The next words she says are unfair and she knows it, yet in her frustration she says them anyway. “Yes, and you’re doing such a good job of that by the way. I hear you come in at half past 3 in the morning every night. Love, why can’t you come to bed and—”

“You know why I cannot.” To his credit, he tries to be patient with her, as he knows she does not mean the words she says in the manner it comes out. “We have a responsibility to our people.”

“But you do not have to shoulder that burden alone. Please.” She reaches out a hand to him, grasping it tightly as if he were her lifeline keeping her from sinking.

Ulfric sighs tiredly. There is no way that he can win and the sooner he realizes this, the better for him it will be. “I do not know what you want from me.” He tells her quietly as he looks back at her, his eyes pleading with her for some understanding.

But she does understand, and perhaps that is the worst part about it. 

“Take a moment, and be still.” She implores him as she slowly takes his hand and places it to her stomach. “Feel this?” She moves his hand so it grazes over the small swell there. “We are soon going to be a family.” Dahlia looks up at him a fragile smile gracing the corners of her lips, her eyes shining up at him in the tenuous candlelight of their room.

And for a singular moment, he obeys her wishes, and he is still. The shadows dissolve from the room and disappear his from face as he looks down at her and feels the gentle curve of her stomach. It is as if she were lit from within as she glows from somewhere deep inside herself—a place of pure happiness and contentment. He wishes sorely he could hold onto it for just a little longer before he has to snuff it out.

#skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #ulfric stormcloak #ulfric x dragonborn #dahlia wintersnow #winter writes #wip wednesday

[thiscrimsonsoul]

Semi-Hiatus From 10/21 Until 10/28

{out of paprikash} Hello, everyone. I received some very bad family news early this morning. I'll elaborate more under a cut for those who want to know, since I know many people don't want to hear about personal issues on rp blogs, and that's totally okay. I want all my blogs to be safe spaces for everyone. But the upshot is, I may not have very much time to write in the upcoming week, so I'll only be working on blogs whose characters I have a lot of muse for. I’ll leave @tarnishedxknight open, since I have a lot of muse for those characters, and I might write my Resident Evil muses (@youmissedone, @checkxmaster, and @freewillacquired) on their scheduled Wednesday (10/25) if time/muse allows. All other blogs, I will likely skip this week.

It’s hard for me to gauge, because sometimes when I get very upset/stressed, I want to write as a comfort/escape, but at other times I can’t even make words. There may be days when I write a lot and others when I write nothing. I’m sorry for anyone waiting for a reply, but all of this was very unexpected. I’m going to say I’ll be back next Saturday (10/28), but if that changes I'll let you know. Thanks so much for understanding. In the meantime, I hope you all are doing well. <3

Alright so... I don't want to go into a lot of details and overshare and make people uncomfortable, so I'll just quickly summarize what's going on.

I have a very toxic grandmother (she's 93) that me and my dad share time with my aunt with. She lives with us for 6 months out of the year and with her for 6 months, in a 2-2-4-4 breakdown. My grandma is so damaging to the mental health of whoever is taking care of her, and she greatly limits your freedom and ability to have a life because she can't be left alone for very long at all which is hard to deal with with work and whatnot, so we have to share time to keep our mental health from getting too bad. She causes my dad and I anxiety, depression, etc., but I won't go into detail as to all the reasons why. It's... a long story.

Anyway, Halloween is our happy time of year, because we love the season, we do a lot for it, and grandma is gone from August to December. Well... my aunt called today. She was just diagnosed with cancer and will need various treatments, so she can't take care of grandma anymore. We are getting her back two months early, we have to take down all our decorations for Halloween (she's very Christian and hates it), and we've had to cancel all our plans for Halloween and my birthday (some of which we had tickets and reservations we can't get refunds for), because when she's here, we can't leave the house for very long or go very far.

So at the height of when we were at our happiest and ready for Halloween and whatever else, we have to suddenly kindof... shut it all down... and accept back into our lives before we're ready this toxic person we were supposed to have a break from. And there will be no more breaks in the future, that's the worst part. Well, my aunt having cancer is the worst part, but you know what I mean. It's just all been a shock for us in so many ways.

*sigh* So yeah. If you've read this far, thank you for caring enough to do so, you deserve all the good things and I hope they come to you. I'll be okay, I just have to process everything, accept my new normal, somehow get through it. And I have to hope my aunt will be okay, forget about Halloween, and forget anything else me and my dad wanted to do for the foreseeable future. I am also getting laid off soon, probably after next semester according to my boss, so I need to find a new job. With grandma living with us all the time and my dad needing help to take care of her, I am extremely limited by what jobs I can look for, so that's another big source of anxiety. I just have to find a way through this, because I don't have a choice.

Again, thanks for understanding, and hopefully I can sort through this all in my head, get done everything that needs to get done in the next few days, and be ready to come back to my regular rp schedule next weekend. But like I said, I'll let everyone know if that changes.

#{ out of paprikash } ᵒᵒᶜ #tw: cancer #tw: anxiety #tw: toxic family

[quodekash]

tis friday night, aka the third night in a row im staying up past midnight for a bl and its gonna be like this for the next five weeks so id better get used to the exhaustion (send help), aka ABAAB NIGHT LETS GOOO

threezo my lovelies pls exist this episode

did he get prettier over the last week or did i just forget what he looks like

bc either way this man is very pretty

suspector #1

suspector #2

jack as a gossip icon was a pleasant surprise in this show but im living for it

bro there so tender with each other im gonna cry

i think i forgot what everyone looked like cos every single character feels 10x prettier than they already were (and everyone was already at optimum pretty) and i love it

i love how much more casual gun has become with his employees, it makes me happy

BOY

MY BOY

MY BOY WITH THE EYEBROWS

HELLO DRAKE HOW ARE YOU ON THIS FINE FRIDAY (typing this out at literally 11:59pm so its still friday)

okay its now wednesday but HOW ARE YOU DRAKA SATTABUT LAEDEKE, ILY

his luscious eyebrows are furrowed

in anger

he is angry

ah shoot pls chill bro

MY BOYS THREEZO HELLO

hell yes flashback time, lets get a good insight into the characters so that we can aggressively analyse them later

they always looks so comfy with each other what the hell

bRO you fell asleep ON THE BEACH?? what if high tide had caught up to them? they wouldve drowned in their sleep

nice visual (but soundwin did it first btw)

there are people already swimming.

these people walked past these two grown-ass men sleeping on the sand on the beach, fast asleep, in formal button-up shirts, where theyd clearly been all night. and no one said anything.

you can do it you luscious locked lovely boi, i believe in you

(you thought you were free from the obsession of the hair but you were WRONG, his hair is now and forever and always and all of time)

im just now noticing his earrings, that's awesome

the hair look at the hair look at his hair i love his hair

FLUFFY FLUFFY HAIR

THREEZOTHREEZO

i love them i love them i love them i love them

THE LAYERS TO THIS

HIS SERIOUS EXPRESSION

SAYING 'MY BOYFRIEND ZO' INSTEAD OF JUST ZO, SO THAT EVERYONE KNOWS THEYRE DATING JUST IN CASE ANYONE FORGOT

AND KNOWING ZO'S FAVOURITE RJIDGFNRN

absolutely he does

IM DYING

i freaking love jack so much

he knows what's going on between them. and he loves and appreciates and accepts it, but he's been getting so much pressure from the other workers to talk to cher because theyre friends, and he doesnt want to invade but he doesn't want anything bad to happen to either his friend or his boss

why is the man so pretty

i genuinely dont understand it, this man and his hair are so pretty

"i used to have a lover too. i know how painful it is to lose someone." BRO WHAT THE HELL??? WE WERE NOT TOLD THIS INFORMATION, PLEASE EXPAND UPON THIS

snack is good. yummy nom noms. eat them eat them you eat them and then poop them out yum yum yum

i need to go to bed

i love him probably too much

BISEXUAL SITTING??

noooo we barely got any threezo todayyy (if i were more awake id be outraged by this but im having trouble just keeping my head up so i'll get to that anger in the morning)

im surprised we didnt get a sponsorship for cleaning gun's punch wound

anyway ive been on the verge of falling asleep this whole episode so im gonna go to sleep now and hopefully catch up on three days of not-enough-sleep

goodnight folks!

#quodekash rambles about abaab #abaab #a boss and a babe #a boss and a babe series #a boss and a babe the series #guncher #chergun #forcebook #threezo #zothree #ohmfluke #flukeohm #ohm thiphakorn #fluke pusit #force jiratchapong #book kasidet #mike chinnarat #jack's almighty curly hair #drake sattabut's almighty eyebrows

[cinnabun-faerie]

Wednesday October 26

Dearest Reader,

Hello! You haven't seen one of these in a while right? My apologies. I should do these more. Anyways, I hope you are happy and healthy. I can't say the same, I'm afraid. Just last week my throat was only sore. I chalked it up to just sinuses causing it. And I was feeling better yesterday. But when I woke this morning, I got hit with a second round that was much worse than the first. But it will be fine eventually.

Aside from that, I must tell you that I've been yet watching Sk8 The Infinity again. It's totally my comfort anime. I don't even know how many times I have watched it thus far, but probably enough to quote it. Cherry & Joe are my absolute favorite characters.

And Gojo, Sukuna and Aizawa got me by the throat but honestly, is that even a shock at this point? Nanami is trying really hard to wreck me too. It might be working cause I'm a weak simp.

Speaking of, my two friends and I are making a powerpoint/google slide of all the characters we simp for. And I 😅 apparently simp for over 100 male characters (within games and anime). Listen, FFXIV takes up a good chunk of the list cause they keep making the characters hot. And I haven't even counted up the female characters yet! But I am sure it's not that many. Honestly don't know if I should include characters from live action shows/movies like Supernatural or Marvel. My list might be a bit too long.

Y'know, I always end up rambling in these cause I don't know what to say. But hopefully it's alright.

Anyways, I wish you a good day/night.

- Grey

#just chatting #dear reader

[our-time-is-now]

September 16, 2019 (2): And you are? The godmother?

(previous play)

You can find more information about the authors, translators, content warning and additional information about the plays in the pinned post on our blog.  

Attention! This play includes transgender topics. For more details see our interjection.

Monday, 12:59 pm:

David: *has managed to pass the morning quite well with breakfast, rounds, laser and a visit with the gynecologist* *is glad that all the doctors are satisfied and that Dr. von Fratschen has confirmed that he’ll definitely be allowed to go home on Wednesday - possibly even on Tuesday* *sends an update to Matteo every now and then, but doesn’t tell him about Tuesday, because he doesn’t want both of them to get their hopes up too much and it might not work out in the end* *eats his lunch at 12 pm and realizes that afterwards he’s slowly getting a little excited and nervous* *passes the time with music and some games on his phone, but turns the music off at a quarter to 1 to not miss the knock on his door* *then takes a deep breath when there’s really a knock at shortly before 1 and calls* Yeees?

Heike: *went straight to the hospital from the main train station and is now standing in front of her son’s hospital room* *can feel that she’s nervous and clutches her little bag and runs a hand through her hair again before finally knocking* *hears the “yes” and slowly opens the door* *smiles immediately when she sees her son* Hello David… *closes the door behind her and steps to the bed* You’re looking good. *then laughs slightly* Well, you know… how are you doing?

David: *sees his mother stick her head into the door and smiles slightly at her greeting* Hey… *sits up while she closes the door and realizes that it already hurts a little less than yesterday* *laughs quietly at her words and holds his chest a moment later* Thanks… *then sits down on the edge of the bed, because he somehow doesn’t want to lie down right now and isn’t really sure how they should greet each other, because their hugs were quite insecure and hesitant the last time* *therefore remains sitting down for now and answers her question* Already pretty good… really… just earlier today the doctor told me again that he’s really satisfied and that I can go back to the flatshare on Wednesday… *clears his throat a little insecurely* Hmm… and what about you… did you find your way here okay?

Heike: *immediately looks worried when he holds his chest* Laughing hurts? *sees him sitting down on the edge of the bed and only lightly touches his shoulder in greeting* *then pulls a chair close and sits down halfway next to and halfway across from him* *smiles at his words* I’m happy, that sounds good… *then nods in a friendly manner* Oh yes, Laura has written down everything in detail, everything went well… *then lifts up her bag, which she had put down next to her chair* I brought something for you… *pulls a notepad and a case out of her bag* I did some research, the paper is apparently very good. I wasn’t sure about the pencils, but I hope they’re okay, anyways… *hands him the notepad and the case* …well only if you can already sketch again, if not, then it’s for later when you’re back home again…

David: *nods at her question* Yes, laughing and coughing doesn’t work at all… and this morning I had to sneeze - that felt like the incisions would burst open again… but apart from that the pain really is getting better… *smiles slightly when she touches his shoulder and then watches her pull a chair closer and sit down* *nods when she says that she found here okay and that Laura wrote everything down for her* Nice… I mean, it’s quite some distance from Lychen… *briefly wonders why she didn’t come by car, but thinks that maybe she was scared because she doesn’t know the way* *then looks interested when she says that she brought something for him and beams when she pulls out a notepad and a case* *is really happy, especially about the fact that she took the time and did research and accepts both things* Wow… I… thanks, Mama! *knows the brand of the notebook and slightly waves it around* That’s really good… *then opens the case and beams again* And those, as well… Thank you! *is a little embarrassed because he didn’t expect her to bring something for him and doesn't know what to do for a second* *then stretches a little and puts both things down on his nightstand* *pushes the photo of the friends from Heidesee a little to the back so that the notepad and the case have enough space* *then looks at his mother a little helpless* Umm… do you maybe want to drink something? I have water and juice…

Heike: *is really pleased when he’s so happy and beams* I’m happy about that. *then looks at the nightstand when he puts the things down on it and sees the photo with all of his friends* *feels a little bit like crying for a moment from happiness and pride but also remorse, but swallows it down* *quickly shakes her head at his question* No, thanks… I just finished my bottle of water… how is the food here? I can see that you’ve been brought a lot? *points at the basket next to the bed*

David: *hears her say that she doesn’t want anything to drink and nods* *but reaches for the bottle of water to pour some for himself* *but then hears her questions and briefly stops unscrewing the lid* The food actually isn’t bad… well, edible… I’d say… you always hear bad things about hospital food, but the food here really is okay… *grins slightly when she points at the basket* Yes… I can’t even eat all of this… there’s also some stuff in the nightstand… Laura brought a lot of stuff on Friday already and yesterday our friends came to visit and brought this… *points at the basket with his head* *then remembers something else and pulls the coupon book out from the drawer of the nightstand* …and this… really cool… *hands her the book and then finally unscrews his water bottle to pour some for himself*

Heike: *nods slightly* Oh, that’s good… edible is enough if you’re getting so much stuff elsewhere… *smiles slightly when he tells her that Laura and the friends have spoilt him* *is surprised when he shares things with her and when he hands her the handmade book* Oh… *slowly leaves through it, because she doesn’t want to miss anything and smiles more and more* That’s really a great idea, and so useful, isn’t it? *then laughs slightly* I remember you and Laura always gifting me coupons: 1 time making breakfast, 1 time going shopping, 1 time vacuuming… for Christmas, birthday, mother’s day… I redeemed maybe one of them… *laughs again* But I was still happy to get them… *sees David flinching briefly when he lifts his arm to put the bottle back and then remembers something* Oh, hang on, I have something else for you… *hands him the book back and reaches for her bag again* *searches for a while and then pulls a tube out* That’s from your… well… that’s from Jörg… *hands it over* He says that it’s good for scars… or to prevent them… well, so that it won’t tug as much and that they heal well…

David: *drinks a sip while his mother leaves through the coupon booklet and nods at her comment* *then has to laugh quietly (ouch) when she reminds him of the coupons from the past and says in amusement* You should have insisted on it more often - then we would have done it… *then grins slightly and says* I’m afraid I’m under surveillance when it comes to those coupons… *points his head toward the book* Jonas already said that they insist that /all/ of them get redeemed… *then puts the bottle back onto the nightstand to have one hand free and realizes once again how exhausting that still is - especially with his left hand* *looks at his mother in surprise when she says that she has something else for him and takes the coupon book back* *takes another sip and then puts the glass down on the nightstand, as well, and puts the book back in the drawer while she rummages through her bag* *then gets a tube of ointment handed and almost drops it when his mother says that it’s from his father, because he feels everything constricting inside him* *looks at the ointment and presses his lips together* *nods at his mother’s words and swallows slightly* *doesn’t have the slightest clue what this is about, why he does that, and for a second even has the paranoid thought that the ointment might even be harmful to the healing process and that he should better ask Dr. von Fratschen first* *looks up at his mother and hesitates* *but then asks, after all* Why did he give that to you? *knows that she explained that the ointment supports the healing of the scars, but wonders why this should be important to his father, since he didn’t care about that at all, so far*

Heike: *smiles slightly when he tells her about the coupons* Good. I think it’s nice that your friends want to help you, just accept it, David. *is a little nervous when she says that the ointment is from Jörg and can also see from David’s reaction that he doesn’t like it* *slightly presses her lips together when he asks the question* *she knows that he wants to know the emotional reason and is incredibly sorry for the fact that she won’t be able to give him an answer* *thinks very hard about what to say* He said that he did research on the surgery and the risks… and the post-surgery effects… he said that the scar formation is very important with such a surgery and that it’s better if the skin around the scars is relaxed, and the ointment is good for that. *looks at David and swallows slightly* I told him to write a few lines to go with it, but he didn’t want to do that… I’m sorry.

David: *huffs quietly when she says that he did research on the surgery and the risks and finds it ironic, once again, that the medical part of all of this seems to be important - that in that case he can do research and inform himself but that he still can’t manage to read a sentence on the topic of transgender* *defiantly thinks that then he could have saved himself from giving him the ointment* *looks from the ointment back to his mother when she apologizes that his father didn’t want to write a few lines and slightly shakes his head* That was somehow predictable, right!? *realizes that he sounds bitter and doesn’t want that* *preferably wouldn’t like to feel anything anymore when it comes to his father and right now, doesn’t want to worry about why it could be important for him that his scars heal well, either* *puts the ointment down on the nightstand and looks back to his mother* *takes a deep breath and reaches for his glass of water again* *shrugs one shoulder* No idea… tell him thanks? I don’t know… he probably doesn’t care, anyways… *takes a sip and then shakes his head slightly because he sounded defiant and because it isn’t his mother’s fault, after all* *quietly murmurs* Sorry…

Heike: *watches David and can understand very well how painful and frustrating it is for him* *but also knows that it really was a big step for Jörg* *but definitely won’t say that, because she agrees with David that it isn’t enough, not even close* *therefore shrugs one shoulder sadly when he says that it was predictable* *sees him putting away the ointment and wants to say something to that* *but hears him talking and nods slightly* I’ll tell him thanks… and you don’t have to apologize… I can understand that this is frustrating. *swallows slightly and then looks at the ointment* But don’t let it out on the ointment, ok? Jörg may be a lousy father but you know that he’s an excellent doctor. And if you want to be on the safe side, then ask your doctor, ok? *looks at him piercingly* It would be a waste if it could really help you…

David: *smiles slightly when she says that he doesn’t have to apologize and shrugs one shoulder* *murmurs quietly* But I don’t have to let out my frustrations on you, either… *then also looks at the ointment again and sighs quietly at her words, because he knows exactly that she’s right and that his father really is a good doctor* *therefore nods* I will… *then grins slightly and nods again* Yes, true… *then takes a deep breath and asks pleadingly and with a slight smile* Change of subject? *thinks about what they could talk about and finally says* Hmmm… by the way, it’s a little mean that I can’t be there when you’re at the flatshare for the first time… *grins slightly* *would really love to be there - especially when she meets Hans and Linn*

Heike: *nods slightly* Yes, you can do that… *thinks that she should also be there for him to let his frustrations out* *but nods when he asks for a change of subject* *then smiles slightly* I’m sure that your roommates will tell you very precisely what they thought of your old mother… *looks at him with a smile* Or would you have loved to be there when I see the rooms?

David: *laughs briefly, because ouch, and nods* Oh yes, I’m also pretty sure about that… at least Hans… Linn more with her own odd way of thinking… *but didn’t really mean that and nods slightly at her question and gets a little more serious again* Yes, that too… but… *briefly presses his lips together and lowers his gaze with some embarrassment* I just find your reaction to all of that interesting… the house, the apartment, the rooms, the people… *grins slightly* …Hans’ bathrobe, the slow coffee maker, my stuff in the apartment… *then shakes his head and says sheepishly* …but Laura can tell me about it… or you some other time…

Heike: *is really happy that he wants to know her reaction* *smiles when he lists the things* *then nods when he says that Laura can tell him about it and beams when he talks about her* If you want to, then I could come over again tomorrow morning before my train leaves and I could tell you about it? *fumbles a little nervously with her shirt, but likes the idea so much that David is really interested in her and her opinion*

David: *sees his mother beaming when he mentions her and at first doesn’t know if that’s supposed to make him more or less embarrassed* *then hears her suggestion and smiles* I… I’d love to… well, if that isn’t too stressful for you… it does take an hour from the flatshare with public transport… but yes… that would be nice. *smiles even more because he realizes how happy her suggestion makes him and suppresses all the worries and thoughts of false hopes and plans on taking what he can get* *drinks another sip and then puts the glass back* *realizes that sitting upright without support is getting a little exhausting and heaves himself back onto the bed, but adjusts the backrest so that he can sit comfortably* *then they tell each other a little bit about their holidays and he thinks that it’s really nice - even though you can tell every now and then that they’re both a little insecure* *at some point got a glass for his mother from the bathroom, after all, and poured her some water and was just about to sit back down on the edge of the bed when there’s another knock on the door* *frowns a little in surprise, because he wasn’t expecting anyone and because the nurses always come inside immediately after knocking, and exchanges a brief glance with his mother, shrugs and then calls* Yees?

Heike: *has enjoyed the time with her son a lot* *now checks the time when there’s a knock* Maybe Matteo was able to get off work early? *then looks at the door when it opens*

Susanne: *opens the door with a small tupperware box in her hand* Hello David… *but then sees that he already has a visitor and pauses* Oh, you already have a visitor, I can also come back another time?

David: *slightly shakes his head at his mother’s guess and then also looks at the door* *smiles when he sees Susanne and until just now, forgot completely that she also wanted to come by* *is happy that she’s really here and immediately shakes his head at her question* No, no… I… well that’s okay, I think… *briefly glances at his mother and sees her smile and nod, probably because she’s curious to see who it is he’s so happy to see* *looks back at Susanne and says with less hesitation and with a smile* Just come on inside… and hello…

Susanne: *is happy that she doesn’t seem to interrupt and goes inside* *closes the door and walks past Heike to David* *squeezes his shoulder and then ruffles his hair* You’re already looking really fit again, I’m happy to see… I brought you something… *hands him the tupperware box* That’s Tiramisu, you liked that so much. *then turns to Heike* Oh, excuse me… hello… I’m Susanne, Matteo’s mother, and you are? The godmother?

David: *smiles when Susanne ruffles his hair just the way she sometimes also does with Matteo and then grins slightly when she says that he looks really fit* Well, not really fit just yet… but I’m really already feeling quite good again… *then accepts the tupperware box and briefly lifts the lid* *beams when he sees the Tiramisu and nods at Susanne’s words* Cool that you remembered… and thanks… this will be my dessert tonight… *then wants to introduce Susanne to his mother when she already introduces herself* *sees that his mother is smiling at first when she learns that Susanne is Matteo’s mother, but then sees her looking a little more serious when she thinks she’s Bea* *quickly jumps in* Susanne… this is my mother, Heike Schreibner… Mama, Susanne Florenzi, Matteo’s mother… *grins slightly and adds* …who will be annoyed that he missed this… *then points at the chair that’s still at the table and tells Susanne* There’s another chair if you want to sit down…

Heike: *holds her hand out to Susanne a little mechanical* Pleasure… hello… *is a little shocked because she didn’t know that David and Matteo’s mother apparently get along so well that they’re even on a first-name basis and that Matteo’s mother knows what David likes to eat for dessert* *adds with a bit of a forced smile* That’s nice that you came to visit my son…

Susanne: *smiles at David* Of course I remembered… *looks at David when he takes care of the introductions and then quickly looks back at Heike when he says that it’s his mother* *remembers, of course, what he said about his parents and immediately sees her in a different light* Ah, David’s mother, of course… *briefly shakes her hand* *hears David’s comment that Matteo is missing out on something, but doesn’t comment on it further* *then gets the chair and joins them* *looks at Heike when she hears her words* *says quickly and with determination* But of course, he’s part of the family.

Heike: *slightly presses her lips together when Susanne says that David is part of the family* *on the one hand, is very happy for David that he has been accepted into Matteo’s family so well, but at the same time is also sad that she wasn’t able to sooner be the family that he would have needed* *stills says with a small sad smile* That’s nice… I’ve only met Matteo once, but I also like him really much… he’s a good boy… *briefly looks at David and smiles* *is really glad that David has Matteo*

David: *looks at his mother when she greets Susanne and has the feeling that she looks a little less relaxed than she did only a few minutes ago* *smiles slightly when Susanne really gets a chair and joins them, and smiles even more when she emphasizes again that he’s part of the family* *then sees his mother’s look and briefly feels bad for getting along so well with Susanne* *has to think about the fact that only a few weeks ago he wished out of defiance that his parents could see that people can also like him the way he is and right now he can’t really tell what exactly this fact does to his mother* *but thinks that she reacts to Susanne quite confidently and returns her smile when they are talking about Matteo* *laughs quietly (ouch)* A good boy… the way that sounds… *hears his mother: “It’s true! He’s good for you!”* *beams and nods* Yes, okay, that’s true!

Susanne: *looks at Heike very proudly when she’s talking about Matteo* Yes, he’s great… *is of course happy that Heike is speaking well of Matteo* *but also thinks briefly that she probably didn’t contribute too much to that* *but swallows that down and concentrates on showing that she likes David and that she accepts him the way he is* *then laughs slightly when David repeats it again* He’s a good boy… and you’re just as good for him… *looks at Heike* Those two are really an experience together, totally in tune and familiar, that’s really nice to see. *then looks at David* But what about you… how are you doing? Are the nurses nice? Are you still in a lot of pain?

Heike: *smiles slightly when Susanne says that Matteo is just as good for David and thinks that David can really be an enrichment in a person’s life* *is annoyed and blames herself for not being part of his life for so long and that their relationship was so difficult and that she hindered and stopped him more than she supported and strengthened him* *nods with a friendly smile at Susanne’s words and says* I can imagine that really well… *wonders how often the two of them meet Susanne and would like to ask about it, but waits so that David can answer Susanne’s questions* *sees her looking at him a little worried, but smiles at her encouragingly because she thinks that her remorse really shouldn’t be his problem*

David: *grins a little sheepishly when Susanne says that he’s just as good for Matteo, and shrugs one shoulder* *murmurs quietly* I’m doing my best… we just look out for each other… *then hears what Susanne tells his mother and smiles slightly, but also looks at his mother a little worriedly* *wonders if he should have told her that they have a good relationship with Susanne, but thinks that there also wasn’t much opportunity to do so* *then sees her encouraging smile at Susanne’s questions and suppresses those thoughts* *turns to Susanne and smiles* The nurses are pretty nice, yes… *grins* Yesterday, the night nurse came in a lot sooner just to tell us that visiting hours are over so that Matteo and I could take our time saying our goodbyes… *then stretches a little to relax his muscles, because it’s hurting a little, and says* The pain gets better each day… on the first day I could barely move… but now it’s okay. Anything that involves the abdominal muscles still hurts… *grins again slightly* …especially laughing and coughing… and currently I can lift my arms only this far… *lifts his arms a little* …which is a little problematic when getting dressed… but… yes… *shrugs and says* Actually I’m doing quite good… *then smiles broadly* Actually even very good… I’m pretty happy that I have it behind me and the doctors are happy and… yeah… *doesn’t know what else to say*

Susanne: *fully concentrates on David and listens to him attentively* *laughs a little when he talks about the night nurse* That’s very nice of her… *then listens to him further and nods slightly* That’s so annoying, isn’t it? Just the things that you can’t control… coughing, laughing, sneezing… *nods sympathetically* *but then hears him pause, but is happy that he talked about it in so much detail* But all of that sounds really wonderful, David. I’m so happy for you. The next time you guys come over I’ll cook for you, okay? Whatever you want… as long as I can cook it… *laughs a little* *intentionally pays Heike only little attention*

David: *nods vigorously and grins when Susanne says that pain during things you can’t control is annoying* *smiles when she’s so happy for him and also when she offers to cook for him* That’s nice, I’d love that… I’ll think of something… but I’m actually not that picky…

Heike: *listens to her son’s words and has to chuckle when he tells them about the night nurse* *nods in agreement to Susanne’s words* *can feel a small lump in the throat again when she realizes how happy David is with the surgery and is so incredibly proud of him that he did all of that on his own, that he fought for it even though at first no one had his back* *would love to tell him that, but not now in front of Susanne, and plans on definitely doing that once they’re alone again* *leans forward and briefly squeezes his hand* *says quietly* It’s so nice that you’re finally happy… *then hears Susanne and her invitation and can feel this stab of jealousy again* *would also love to see David and Matteo more often but knows that a visit from the two of them would probably never be as relaxed as she would like it to be* *clears her throat and tells Susanne a little stiffly* It’s really very nice of you that you’re so happy for David. Do the two of them visit you often?

David: *looks at his mother when she squeezes his hand and smiles at her words* *briefly looks between Susanne and her and feels a little bit like Susanne wants to show his mother how simple it is to have a good relationship with him and that it somehow seems to work and that it makes his mother feel uncertain* *somehow wishes that Matteo were here to maybe mellow the situation a little*

Susanne: *smiles at David* Yes, whatever you wish, just let me know… *then looks at Heike at her question* *can already see that she’s a little cold toward her* *therefore also stays cold* We see each other pretty regularly, but not always at my place. I also visit the two or we go out to eat… last week, they visited me at my church group for LGBT family and friends, that was very nice… wasn’t it, David? *looks at him again for confirmation*

David: *nods and smiles slightly when Susanne says that they see each other pretty regularly* *actually also always really likes those meetings, because every time Susanne and Matteo make him feel like they’re a family - as if he’s really a part of it, but can tell right now that his mother somehow seems to be overwhelmed with this new information* *wonders why the two of them can’t just trade some childhood memories of them and thinks about how he could maybe involve his mother more or steer the conversation into more neutral topics* *but first answers Susanne, but simultaneously also directs the words at his mother, so that she won’t feel excluded* Yes, that was really nice. A really colorful bunch there… and I think it’s pretty cool that there’s a group like that in the first place. Although that’s probably also another advantage of Berlin. I think other cities aren’t so open in that regard… Cologne and Hamburg might be, as well, but apart from that…

Heike: *listens to Susanne and can feel this yearning within her to also want to have that… regular meetings with David and also Matteo, regularly being a part of the others’ lives* *can feel a small stab when Susanne says that the meeting last week was very nice and when David confirms this, but still smiles in a friendly manner* *nods at David’s words and briefly clears her throat* Yes, you’re really lucky in Berlin when it comes to this. *then turns to Susanne and admits* And you’re also lucky that you live so close to the children and that you can see the two of them so regularly…

Susanne: *does notice David looking at his mother worriedly and plans on being a little more accommodating* *therefore nods once at David in understanding and then turns to Heike* *even smiles slightly* Yes, I’m really lucky. And it’s also lucky that they even want to see me. *swallows slightly when she thinks about Matteo and thinks that it also could have ended differently* *slightly bites down on her bottom lip, the way Matteo often does, as well*

David: *briefly has to consider if his life might have gone differently if he had grown up in Berlin, if his parents would be different, his father more tolerant* *smiles slightly when his mother agrees that in this respect you’re lucky in Berlin, and wonders if she sometimes might have similar thoughts* *but then thinks that Lychen really isn’t that far away and that in Berlin it sometimes also takes two hours to get from one end of the city to the other and that they could actually also see each other more often if she wanted to, but doesn’t say anything* *then sees Susanne’s compassionate look and smiles slightly when she seems to give up her fighting position a little bit and when she admits that she’s also lucky* *grins slightly at her last words, because he still isn’t sure if the two of them are already ready to make jokes, shrugs one shoulder and says* Well, most of the time there’s good food when we see each other… that’s actually /always/ an argument for Matteo…

Heike: *is positively surprised when Susanne suddenly smiles slightly and then also smiles slightly when she hears her words* Why should they not want to see you?! From what I heard so far, you have a good relationship to the two of them… *then hears David’s words and has to chuckle* When you were in Lychen you mentioned something similar, as well… that Matteo’s actually always hungry… it’s nice if he likes to eat. Although you really can’t tell by looking at him…

Susanne: *looks at David and is at first a little hurt when he reduces it to the food* *but then understands that he wants to lighten the mood and nods* Yes, you can always get him with food… *then looks at Heike and nods slightly* That’s the half-Italian in him, eating and eating but not gaining any weight… and he doesn’t do any sports, either. But luckily he can cook and he doesn't only eat fastfood, that definitely is an advantage…

Heike: *smiles at Susanne’s words and nods* *is glad that she at least already knows some things and that not everything is completely new for her and that she can also contribute something to the topic* He mentioned that. Apparently he and my daughter regularly cook for David together… he’s not really interested in it… *looks at David and smiles so that he knows that she didn’t mean it in a bad way*

David: *nods at Susanne’s words and grins slightly* Definitely an advantage! *hears his mother and relaxes a little, because he feels like the two of them are slowly relaxing, as well* *but then looks indignant and laughs quietly (ouch)* *holds his belly and pants in indignation* I am interested! But I’m never allowed to help! Even though I’m really not that bad…

Susanne: *nods when David’s mother says that Matteo likes to cook with her daughter* Yes, he’s always liked cooking with company… *then gets more serious for a second when she remembers that this used to be his father* *but then laughs slightly when David complains* David, why do you complain? It’s great if someone cooks for you. I always enjoyed it when Matteo cooked for me… *then winks at him slightly* You don’t have to be able to do everything, you know?

Heike: *briefly looks at David in worry when he holds his belly after laughing, but then realizes that it apparently doesn’t bother him too much that he’s in pain* *smiles slightly at his words and then hears Susanne* *also smiles at her words and explains, before David can say anything* David has always been very ambitious. Whenever he set his mind on something that he wanted to be able to do then he tried doing it for as long as it took him to do it and be happy about it. So far, it’s been like this with almost anything… with learning how to swim, drawing, sports… and I’m sure that with his ambition he’ll be able to speak Italian fluently in half a year tops… *looks over at him quite proudly*

David: *grins slightly when Susanne asks why he complains and has to agree with her to some extent, because he really enjoys being cooked for very much* *was just about to explain that it’s not really about that when his mother starts* *gives her a brief and small secretary’s-office-look, but then gets a little embarrassed at her words, because he really isn’t perfect in either of those things* *murmurs* …I’m far away from being fluent… *then sighs quietly and admits* But it’s not really about that… Sure it’s nice being cooked for and sure you don’t have to be able to do everything… what bothers me is the fact that the two of them always make it seem as if I would suck completely at it… which I don’t…

Susanne: *listens to Heike and is really surprised about how firey she’s talking about David* *but really wonders where that fire was when David needed her* *but pushes it aside for now* Oh yes, I can imagine that very well… very ambitious… *then looks at David when he explains* Ah, I see, they hurt your honor… what makes them think that you’d suck if you’re never allowed to cook for them?

David: *grins slightly and a little apologetically at Susanne’s words and shrugs one shoulder* Yes… somehow it is… *then briefly exhales and shakes his head* No idea… when I moved to Laura’s she just cooked usually… and then it somehow became some sort of running gag when Matteo and she cooked together… *also wants to add that he already cooked for Matteo, at least, and that he even thought it tasted quite good, but gets interrupted by his mother*

Heike: *smiles and nods when Susanne says that David is ambitious* Exactly! *then has to chuckle slightly when she says that Laura and Matteo hurt his honor and thinks that this is probably pretty accurate* *then hears David’s words and immediately feels sort of bad that Laura took care of David because she herself couldn’t manage to take care of him in a way that would have made him feel comfortable at home* *gets a little defensive* But Laura always liked to cook… probably similar to Matteo… I’m pretty sure that she didn’t mind it… and that she doesn’t mean any harm…

Susanne: *nods when David talks about Laura and Matteo* *still finds it nice that the two of them feed David* So Laura has always taken good care of you… and then Matteo did the same… but that’s nice. *then hears Heike defending herself and gets a little snide again* Sure, that’s squabbling… but it sometimes can be difficult if you have to be mother and sister at the same time. *slightly presses her lips together and looks away from Heike*

David: *nods when Susanne asks and smiles slightly* *only then realizes that this excludes his parents and immediately looks at his mother a little worried* *also nods when she says that Laura has always liked to cook and that she surely doesn’t mean any harm* *but is still annoyed that she teases him* *then hears Susanne’s words and nods about the squabbling, but can feel his heart speed up and that he feels himself getting hot at what else she adds* *knows that she’s right to some extent, but also knows that this is quite the attack toward his mother and is pretty overwhelmed right now with what to say next* *therefore stammers slightly* Oh, well actually it’s really only squabbling amongst siblings… that’s true…

Heike: *also thinks that it’s pretty nice that Laura and Matteo take care of David, but painfully realizes once again that she wasn’t able to do that at that time* *wonders how much of the story Susanne might know and can feel herself getting slightly nervous* *nods and smiles politely when she mentions the squabbling, but then feels like her face is dropping when she hears her next words* *can feel herself blushing and slightly lowers her gaze* *looks at David and can see that he also looks worried* *ignores his words, slightly clears her throat and then says with a thin voice* Laura didn’t mind that David moved in with her… she even suggested it herself… *knows that she’s somehow justifying it and feels bad about it, because she knows exactly that none of it is an excuse for her behavior*

Susanne: *looks at David apologetically when he mitigates it* *knows that it makes him feel uncomfortable, but still thinks that Heike has to see what not only David but also Laura have done because she didn’t want to* *looks at Heike when she justifies herself* Oh yes sure, I believe that… *has the words “she wanted to protect David” on the tip of her tongue, but bites back on it* *is quite glad when there’s a knock on the door and a nurse comes in: “Alright, mister Schreibner, time for… oh, you have visitors?”* *gets up immediately* Oh, no problem, we can wait outside.

David: *looks at Susanne pleadingly when she looks at him apologetically* *knows that she wants to protect him and is really grateful that she’s on his side so much, but doesn’t want his mother to feel uncomfortable right now either, just as their relationship starts improving* *then also hears the knock on the door and has never been so grateful to see nurse Nina* *hears her say: “I actually wanted to ask if we can do the laser treatment a little earlier today… they need the laser on another ward later…”* *nods slightly mechanical and murmurs* Yes, sure… *then looks at his mother and Susanne and says uncertainly* That takes about half an hour, I’m sorry… maybe you could go to the cafeteria or something in the meantime…? *isn’t quite sure how well this will go and looks between the two of them a little worriedly*

Heike: *also looks at the door when there’s a knock and hears that apparently David is supposed to be lasered for half an hour* *also gets up immediately and shakes her head when David apologizes* *briefly runs a hand over his arm and smiles slightly* No problem… don’t worry… I… *briefly looks at Susanne and then corrects herself* …or we… we’ll be back again soon… *tries to not let it show how much she dreads having to spend half an hour with Susanne now, but tries to remind herself that she’s here because of David* *then reaches for her handbag and leaves the room together with Susanne*

David: *looks after the two of them and takes a deep breath when they leave the room* *sees nurse Nina smile: “Looks like I was right on time…”* *grins slightly and takes off his shirt with some difficulty* A little break really isn’t too bad right now… *reaches for his phone while the nurse positions the laser and texts Matteo*

WhatsApp, David/Matteo: David: (1): HELP!!!! (2): My AND your mother are here and are jumping at each others’ throats… (3): Nurse Nina saved me, the laser treatment is earlier today… but I don’t know if those two survive half an hour together… you have to save me! Please!

Matteo: *is doing his shift in the café that will be until 4 pm* *would normally check afterwards what else there is to do, but is quite glad that he’s finished for the day then and that he can go to David sooner* *looks at his phone when there isn’t much to do and sees David’s messages* *immediately replies*

WhatsApp, Matteo/David: Matteo: (1): Oh no! You poor guy! (2): Hang in there, I’ll be there as soon as I can, probably around 5 (3): Or should I ask if I can leave sooner? (4): Maybe Iris can take over sooner, I’m going to try to reach her…

Susanne: *has noticed David’s look and immediately felt a little caught out and guilty* *plans once again on holding herself back* *but then hears that they’ll have to pass half an hour and really considers leaving instead* *but also wants to see Matteo again and also doesn’t want to just yield the floor to Heike* *therefore goes outside with her and closes the door* Then let’s see what the cafeteria has to offer, right? *takes the lift down with her* *they find the cafeteria and a free table* *they both order coffee and cake* *then looks at her a little awkwardly* So… you’re staying at the flatshare?

David: *can’t answer Matteo anymore because Nina removes the bandaids, turns the laser on and he’s no longer allowed to move* *but immediately reaches for his phone again after the laser treatment, but can see that it’s now already shortly after 4 pm and that apart from Matteo’s messages, he also has one from Laura* *reads that first and learns that apparently Laura won’t be there before 5:30 or 6 because some kid can’t get picked up earlier* *sighs quietly and then replies to Matteo’s text*

WhatsApp, David/Matteo: David: Sorry, the laser was on, I couldn’t move. I’ll try to hang in there until you get there. I’m very very very much looking forward to seeing you!

(next play)

#Druck #og druck #matteo florenzi #david schreibner #davenzi #davenzi plays

[evenasyoungastheyare]

Good morning,

Morning tea time here. As we are well into the month of March I'm checking in to see how is your bookclub reading is going. Are you able to get into the story?

I'm reading along nicely. I'm enjoying the story. I'm invested in the characters. (I think this is due to the movie) I plan to do some reading today.

Funny story - Remember how you asked what books I previously read from the library bookclub. (Sorry I cannot remember and did not save the lists) I thought I would get the current list from my local library. See if there was anything interesting. They did not have a printed list so she proceeded to write down the books they are reading next. She then handed me the current book they were reading. And ordered me the next book, which I picked up last Wednesday. So I currently have two books from that bookclub in my possession. When really I'm just trying to read My Policeman for our bookclub.

More on the first book she gave me. She told me that people said it wasn't a good read. I thought - well I don't have time for a bad read. I took the book anyway. When I got the second book by a different librarian she asked if I read the first one. She asked, "What did you think of the ending?" What did I think of the ending, I was told it was a bad read. I didn't even start it. Now I might have to read it, so I know what the ending is. (or maybe just the last page, though I fear that is not going to give me enough information) Sneaky librarians. Making me read books.

Another turn of events. I have told people in my life I'm in an on-line book club. I've said out loud - a friend and I are reading a book together. I have never mentioned anything in regards to my existence here to anyone in any way before. A little nervous, not to bad. No questions asked.

Let me know what you think of the book so far. Are we still on track for the end of the month? Do we need more time? (I'm good for the end of the month)

Take care Enjoy your weekend W

Hello W,

I should start every answer with an apology now. I am terrible in this. So yes, I am very sorry for the delay.

I am happy you were brave enough to talk about our club with your friends :). I really enjoy the book. It is so interesting. And I have to admit that I imagine David, Emma, and Harry when I read about the characters. I am so happy Tom was played by Harry, because I dont like how he is described in the book :D (small eyes!) and the same for Patrick (I am happy he was clean shaved in the film :)).

I really like the style (I like internal narrators). I cried a little yesterday when I read about the wedding night. It reminds me Brokeback mountain.

I dont need more time. I will be able to finish it until the end of March. I am so happy you came up with this idea.

I hope there are more people who joined the club and enjoy the reading as well.

Have a lovely day, my dear W!

#my policeman #bookclub #i am so curious what books are in your library list

[noloveforned]

no love for ned is back on the holiday train after ten years! tune into wlur at 8pm tonight for four hours of holiday hits. we'll be rebroadcasting the 2012 holiday show at 8pm followed by two hours of new holiday hits at 10pm. if you miss it tonight, don't fear as they'll both re-air (in reverse order) next friday!

last week was the annual 'best of twenty year ago' show. over the course of four hours we heard from over sixty different records released in 2002. if you enjoyed the show, you can also check out the previous six retrospective shows spotlighting 2001, 2000, 1999, 1998, 1997, 1996 and 1995.

no love for ned on wlur – december 9th, 2022 from 8pm-midnight

artist // track // album // label evil wiener // koo koo // evil wiener presents billy sugarfix's lost gumdrop kingdom // smith level tullycraft // twee // beat surf fun // magic marker dressy bessy // there's a girl // sound go round // kindercore luna // lovedust // romantica // jetset spoon // the way we get by // kill the moonlight // merge the guild league // jet set... go! // private transport // matinée the national splits // afternoon was tight // the national splits // kittridge dear nora // on to september // the new year ep // magic marker darren hanlon // hiccups // hello stranger // candle belle and sebastian // scooby driver // storytelling // matador bikeride // fakin' amnesia // morning macumba // hidden agenda masters of the hemisphere // anything, anything // protest a dark anniversary // kindercore the sinking ships // out of key harmony // out of key harmony // darla track star // feet first // lion destroyed the whole world // better looking esg // it’s not me // step off // soul jazz yo la tengo // nuclear war (version two) // nuclear war ep // matador the blow // jet ski accidents // bonus album // k ugly casanova // things i don't remember // sharpen your teeth // sub pop vermont // ballad of larry bird // calling albany // kindercore matt pond pa // measure three // the green fury // polyvinyl azure ray // the new year // burn and shiver // warm electronic aarktica // nostalgia = distortion // or you could just go through your whole life and be happy anyway (bliss out, volume eighteen) // darla sigur rós // vaka // ( ) // mca múm // green green grass of tunnel // finally we are no one // fat cat the notwist // one with the freaks // neon golden // domino family fodder // tender words // tender words ep // dark beloved cloud flin flon // chicoutimi // chicoutimi ep // teenbeat the capricorns // the new sound // in the zone // paroxysm the apples in stereo // rainfall // velocity of sound // spinart the flaming lips // fight test // yoshimi battles the pink robots // warner bros. of montreal // jennifer louise // aldhils arboretum // kindercore jason anderson // astronaut, astronaut! // something/everything! // k sleater-kinney // oh! // one beat // kill rock stars rhett miller // this is what i do // the instigator // elektra guided by voices // back to the lake // universal truths and cycles // matador elvis costello // forty-five // when i was cruel // island brendan benson // you're quiet // lapalco // startime the arrogants // the distance between us // nobody's cool ep // shelflife cinerama // careless // torino // manifesto saturday looks good to me // diary // love will find you // whistletap acid house kings // sunday morning // mondays are like tuesdays and tuesdays are like wednesdays // labrador the brunettes // holding hands, feeding ducks // holding hands, feeding ducks // lil' chief mirah // cold cold water // advisory committee // k destroyer // this night // this night // merge june panic // see(ing) double // baby’s breadth // secretly canadian doleful lions // surfside motel // out like a lamb // parasol unbunny // swans are fainting // black strawberries // two-ton santa julie doiron // all their broken hearts // heart and crime // jagjaguwar jeffrey lewis // the chelsea hotel oral sex song // the last time i did acid i went insane // rough trade little wings // look at what the light did now // light green leaves // k lambchop // the daily growl // is a woman // merge beck // guess i'm doing fine // sea change // dgc johnny cash // hurt // american iv: the man comes around // american richard buckner // born into giving it up // impasse // overcoat songs: ohia // blue factory flame // didn’t it rain // secretly canadian the mendoza line // the triple bill of shame // lost in revelry // misra okkervil river // westfall // don't fall in love with everyone you see // jagjaguwar the mountain goats // the best ever death metal band in denton // all hail west texas // emperor jones dqe // i'm your girl // i'm your girl // dark beloved cloud swearing at motorists // this flag signals goodbye // this flag signals goodbye // secretly canadian low // in the drugs // trust // kranky

#wlur #radio shows

[anstarwar]

I love we got to enjoy Coric and Leia canon-divergence for a whopping 4 days before Kenobi's ep 3 came out--

Have you seen it? May I ask after your thoughts on it?

Hope you're doing good!

- R2wedoomed's Anna :)

Hi @r2wedoomed !

I choose to believe Coric is still out there causing shenanigans. He helped them get to the ship secretly and then bounced back to his own ship to report into Rex who he saw *nods* Coric will meet back up with them later, with the dejarik table ready to go...he'll show up when they need him most like Batman XD

I have seen ep 3 yessss! Funny thing is I didn't know they had moved it back to Wednesdays so I woke up that morning seeing references to stuff that had happened in the show that didn't happen in the first two eps and was very confused...and then I checked internet and lo-and-behold they went and moved it on me! smh

Spoiler talk under the cut

Anyways, I LOVED IT! I am so so glad we're getting truly genuinely evil Vader, the Vader on which his reputation was built. The bits with him were so nasty (he broke that kids neck, ackkkk) and then burned our man Obi!

The bit when he said Quinlan...oh my god my heart hurt and was also happy for him because someone he knew, someone he grew up with, managed to survive also! Like I imagine his hope meter gained 10+ HP when he saw that!

And then when Reva...oh my...when Reva reached out to touch the Jedi Order symbol? Hello, this fuels my belief that she was one of the younglings and like part of her agenda going after Obi is cuz he symbolizes the Order to her, that he abandoned them when they needed him most (not by choice cuz war, Utapau, etc...but she angry and doesn't care to make distinctions). He symbolizes the loss of her family, everything she knew, her safety because if she was one of the younglings she was then tortured and manipulated into going to the Darkside

I think so far they are doing a great job with showing the transition from the strong confident Jedi that Obi was and his descent into the almost-fearful "I'm going to stay out of this as much as possible" hermit we see in the OT. This is not an original idea, but I am definitely in the camp of "Obi is amazing because he's suffered so much and remains kind and hopeful." And here we see him as losing hope and faith and just trying to survive. He wants to help, but I think he also blames himself so much for what's happened that he also just wants to crawl away and hide and be forgotten.

I think at the end of this all it's only going to strengthen his resolve to help Luke however he can, despite Owen's warnings to stay away (I mean obvies, this isn't a hot take cuz we see/it's implied he does just that in the OT lol)

I'm also enjoying the plot armor of knowing Leia and Obi-wan will get out of this situation, but they're also doing a great job with the suspense of "what will Reva do with Leia??"

I have so much more to say, but this is already way longer than you probably were expecting so I'll just cut it off here

Thanks for asking! Feel free to DM if you wanna chat about it more, would love to hear your though :)

#replies to asks #obi wan kenobi spoilers #spoilers #deep thoughts with kit #obi wan kenobi

[plezei45]

Vacation is the vest part of a student's life. It offers the much-required break from the boring lectures, early morning alarms and strict rules. My parents have always made sure that I have a great time during my vacations and have given me numerous fond memories to cherish.

After a long time of answering querries on the questionnaires, finally! 11:30 came and the war is over, after days, weeks, and months of school. I was excited to go home and enjoy my vacation. We ran to the school gate, waiting for it to open. We rushed outside and ate food while waiting for the others. I was excited to go home and relax inside my home away from school assignments, Performance Task and the like.

Upon seeing our service van to fetch us I rushed to my place and we started travelling, after minutes of wayfaring I have finally reached my home and I ran to the doorstep and went straight to our dining room, there I ate with my family, went to my bedroom and slept. I suddenly woke up and had the idea to visit my elementary school. I walked 400 meters, heading 259° southwest, and I finally reached the school gate. I roamed around the school and saw a lot of changes. Anyway, I purchased a bag of biscuits in the canteen and said hello to my elementary teachers. I went home and slept again. My parents went home; they woke me up because we're going to have a joyride around Tumauini just to unwind. After that, we visited my grandparent's house to watch Television and ate dinner. I told my grandmother about the periodical test and how I answered it. After that, we took a joyride again and went home to sleep. I played on my cellphone a bit, but I slept right away and was excited for tomorrow.

The next day, my mother said we would travel to Tuguegarao and Iguig to visit St. Claire, I was happy to hear that, so i ate breakfast and changed my outfit. After an hour, we made it to Tuguegarao; we headed to Iguig and we have reached St. Claire. After that, we traveled back to Tuguegarao to eat Greenwich. We came back home. I was sleepy so i slept. I was excited for tomorrow.

The next day, my mother and father had a seminar. My mother said that we woulf stay at our grandparents house. We ate breakfast and took a bath, my father fetched us and headed to the house. I just sat there because I didn't do anything but i helped my grandparents do their homework, i helped them clean the house and wash the dishes, then i had the idea to visit my cousins, so i rode my bike i left there and had a joyride. Me and my cousins talked about school and how we did on the periodical test. Later we played but i was tired so i said goodbye and went back to our grandparents house. Minutes passed, my parents visited and we ate dinner. Subsequently we went to our house and slept again.

It was fun until Wednesday came and we were back to school. We will face again another chapter of our student's life, second to the last quarter. Welcome to third quarter, and good luck to us. May the good Lord bless us in our everyday undertakings.

#vacation #sembreak #oneofmyhappiestMoments #makingmemories #happyalways #myblog

[titanthedad]

Wednesday, 27 September, 2023

Hello again old friend,

I had an absolutely awful interview today. So, that's a thing. But I guess they can't all be good. On the brighter side of things, I'm feeling much better and will be starting to work out again come tomorrow morning. I'm ready to get back to that. I need to get into good shape. I want to get into good shape. It's one of my top goals. I want to look and feel better. Oh, I'm still incredibly excited for my date on Saturday. I know we're going to get along well. And I know a good date will be the final nail in the coffin of my last relationship. I deserve it. I really deserve to find a good wife and settle down to be happy. I'm working towards that. So, we'll see what happens. Anyways, back to some late night gaming.

Yours in Eternity, Titan

#journal #personal #diary

[theretirementstory]

Hello, it’s been a while! So let me bring you up to date. I spent 4 weeks in the hospital and was allowed home on 2 June, I was so relieved to be going home but all wasn’t plain sailing. Being a Friday mid morning when it was confirmed, there were no taxis available to collect me. I was asked if a friend could pick me up but a 70 mile round trip wasn’t something I would have liked to do, however, when I rang a friend she straight away said she would pick me up. Then I was being badgered, what time would I be leaving my room……. for heavens sake I had no idea what time my friend had left home! Anyway when she appeared I just burst into tears. That was over a week ago and I would like to say that I have been well since I got back……. I was for three days but after an injection on Monday I suffered for the next three plus days, honestly it’s only today that I feel anywhere near better and guess what …….. another injection is due tomorrow 😩. Then I am back into hospital on the 13th possibly for three or four nights for my next round of treatment 😊.

So to yesterday, “The Trainee Solicitor” arrived with his girlfriend. Although I won’t have a huge amount of time with them it is lovely for them to be here. We have all enjoyed being in the garden today (although I was clearing dead flowers for the composter). They are looking forward to a relaxing time (and as we are all either absorbed in books (or me typing this) it is great.

It has been a hectic and stressful time for them both, as “ The Trainee Solicitor” was best man at his friends wedding on Wednesday, he was back at work on Friday then on an early flight to me on Saturday.

I haven’t driven my car (no good if you need to be near home all the time) but this morning I drove it out of the garage. Was confused because I couldn’t really see through the rear view mirror and I felt as if I just had my nose above the steering wheel, now why was that I asked my son and his reply really surprised me “ it’s because you have lost so much weight Mum and it’s gone from your buttocks too” well that would explain it I suppose.

We are now experiencing an orage, we are battened down but wow it’s exciting. Something has toppled onto the patio but at the moment we are not investigating.

“The Daddy” has been to the Lake District for an overnight stay in his “tent box”. It has proven to be a very useful addition to his car and it means that he can be “free as a bird” just for a night if he wants to be which is a great feeling.

Life throws us lots of curved balls, as my sons and I have experienced this year, but you just have to “square those shoulders “ and get on with it. Nobody said life would be easy and we understand that.

So no poem today mainly because I haven’t looked for one. With any luck “normal service” will resume next week.

Oh I forgot to mention my garden, pea pods aplenty are on the pea plants and the broad beans are getting pods on. I had bolted radish and rocket (not tasty), lettuce has grown well and the beetroot is coming on. The three tomato plants were looking a bit “sad “ but I have been talking to them and with any luck we will have lovely juicy red tomatoes later in the year. I missed my garden and am just so happy to have been home and seen how well the produce has done without me. My strawberry plants yielded 6 strawberries the other day, they were delicious.

Have a great week until next week.

[padfootagain]

just a quick question. First of all love your writing and I am seriously looking forward to your writing . I think I have a gist on what the caught red handed is about and it’s getting me excited. Butttttt Is ur schedule still every Thursday or will you hopefully post more ? 👀

thank youuu

Hello!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so much!!! I'm so happy you enjoy my silly fics!!!

Hahaha!!! The caught red handed one is for the two requests that were sent to me. Don't want to spoil it to you if you'd prefer to be surprised so I will tell you what it's about under the cut ;)

I won't be posting another fic before next Thursday (so March 16th), because I need to think about a way to organize this so it won't be too much to handle for me, and that it will fit my irl schedule. I do think that posting every 5 days instead of 7 would be good. Every 4 days... I don't know? To be completely honest with you, I've given myself until Wednesday to think about it, and I will update my posting schedule accordingly on Wednesday (so March 15th).

I'm also hesitating to organize an event... I reckon I will ask all of you your opinion about it through a 24 hours pole that I will set up tomorrow morning (if I can make two poles at the same time on separate posts? haven't tried that but... hopefully I can). That would also change things.

Anyway, I want to post more often, I think it would be manageable. I will keep you updated on March 15th!

About the request : I had twice the request of the cast of S&B walking on Ben and the reader doing... unholy things... Which I have turned into something way cuter (because still no nsfw content here). And as there is no smut, I might have added a very sweet domestic scene, because I love those...

Was that what you were thinking about?

#thank you for your patience with my unorganized self #i am aware that modifying my schedule is not the best #but i wasn't expecting my first fic to do so well! #so it's pushing me to post more often