#my brother had to go every 3 years to get his papers in order to keep the little extra help they gave him for school

[lovings4turn]

୧ ‧₊˚ ☕️ ⋅ ☆ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭…

— in desperate need of caffeine, logan stumbles into the first cafe he comes across. little does he know, this will be the start of something great.

+ the first part of my whole latte love series , aka my child , so i hope you all enjoy <3 this is set in the uk , but reader isn't specified to be any particular nationality !

+ dividers from benkeibear !!

there were many sacrifices logan sargeant was willing to make in his life.

flying halfway across the world aged only eleven to pursue his dream of racing, for one. on a smaller scale, always allowing his brother dalton to ride shotgun on family trips, despite the fact that the backseat caused his legs to cramp up after a few hours.

but, no matter how late he was running, logan had promised himself he would never, ever deprive his body of a hot, caffeinated beverage before a meeting. 

on this particular morning, though, logan was running especially late. normally, the jarring sound of the iphone alarm would snap him from his deep sleep within seconds, the noise sparking an instant feeling of dread within him even when it wasn't coming from his phone. 

he’d learned that alex had a habit of setting alarms for various things throughout the day, before promptly forgetting what he’d set it for, leaving logan to go through the five stages of grief at least four times a weekend. 

but it seemed today the universe had been a little bored, and so decided to find entertainment in burdening a poor, unsuspecting american race car driver with one minor inconvenience after another. 

firstly, his alarm hadn't woken him up. correction: it had woken him up, just thirty minutes after it was supposed to.

secondly, his pride in managing to get dressed with an impressive five minutes to spare was quickly dissipated when he couldn't find his keys or wallet. the hunt had set him back another ten minutes (because why on earth would he think to check the cutlery drawer until he had run out of other possible options?).

and, for good measure, he'd tripped over his own welcome mat in his mad dash out of his apartment. so, yeah, it had been a morning, to put it lightly.

logan cursed to himself as he all but jogged down the busy street, eyes desperately scanning every building he passed in search of a cafe. he was too frantic to read any shop signs, but when he witnessed two girls walking out of a doorway clutching two paper cups, he knew he'd struck gold.

fucking finally.

logan offered the pair a tight lipped smile as he slipped past them and into the cafe, letting a sigh of relief escape his lips as the familiar smell of strong, freshly brewed coffee hit him. 

this was more than worth being late for, he decided. he'd pick up a few extra coffees, as an apology, a courtesy of some kind. who could be mad with a cup of coffee in their hand? though logan figured he was allowed to be a little lax in his timings anyways, since he was no longer in his rookie year at williams. the team would forgive him quick enough.

trainer-clad feet led him towards the back of the fairly short queue leading up to the counter, and logan took the opportunity to slip his phone out from his coat pocket and shoot a quick text to alex. he hoped his teammate wouldn’t mind bearing the responsibility of updating the rest of the team on his whereabouts. 

‘sorry, overslept. omw now though, bringing coffee as an apology and effort to keep my head’.

three laughing emojis quickly flared up onto logan’s lockscreen, and he took that as a positive sign. 

it was only when logan placed his phone back into his pocket that he realised just how close he was to the front of the line, and immediately began rehearsing his order. sure, he ordered the same thing practically every single time he got coffee, but with the day he was having, he’d probably find a way to absolutely butcher the simple order.

all he needed was his oat milk latte, a black coffee for james, and some sort of sugary, overly sweet concoction for alex. he doubted this place sold the pumpkin spiced lattes that he loved to tease alex about ordering, so he’d just have to find the next best thing.

only, when he finally stepped up to the counter and opened his mouth to order, his mind went blank.

standing only a few feet in front of him was the most gorgeous person logan had ever seen, and considering he’d travelled the world and met countless different women and men over the years, that was an impressive achievement. 

you, luckily, hadn’t noticed the internal reboot logan was experiencing, and focused instead on offering him a warm smile and greeting.

“morning! what can i get for you today?” you asked, finger poised and ready to input his order into the till in front of you.

logan barely managed to stop himself from physically shaking his head in an attempt to clear it, before pasting a crooked grin of his own onto his lips.

“good morning,” he returned, voice a little quiet before he cleared his throat and spoke up again. “can i just get a large black americano, large oat milk latte, and uh,” logan paused, eyes quickly scanning the board in front of him as he weighed up all of the different syrups available. 

vanilla, caramel, hazelnut, and oh, thank god, cinnamon. that was close enough to pumpkin spice, right?

“and a large cinnamon latte, please. oh, to take out.” he finished, finally returning his eyes to you as you skillfully rang through his order.

“ah, great choice,” you commented, your smile still never having left your lips. 

from the moment he’d opened his mouth, you’d quickly registered the accent, though opted not to comment on it despite how pleasing it was to your ears. of course there were no shortage of americans stepping into the cafe everyday, but there was something about his in particular that caused your ears to perk up a little more. maybe it was down to the person it was attached to, instead. 

“and is that everything for you today?” you continued, snapping back into following what you’d aptly dubbed your ‘service speech’, a routine that ensured you didn't stumble over your words to every customer you served.

“that’s all, yeah.” logan responded with another small smile. 

“perfect. that’ll be nine eighty there.”

"great, thank you."

logan quickly pulled out his phone to pay, though as his eyes caught the small jar sat on the counter, ‘tips’ scrawled onto a label in nice handwriting, he wished he was paying by cash. a flash of hope ran through him as he dug his hand into his jean pocket, and he had never been more relieved to feel some spare change brush against his fingertips. 

barely even bothering to count how much was there – it looked to be about three pounds, but he could have been wrong - logan dropped it into the jar, offering you a sheepish smile. he felt a little foolish, paying by card and fumbling around for some cash, but the look on your face was more than worth it. 

“thank you,” you repeated with a soft laugh. “should be ready for you in two minutes.”

logan couldn’t bring himself to speak again, so simply nodded and moved to walk to the point he would collect his drinks from. before that, though, he would grant himself one, small privilege. 

his eyes quickly found your name badge, and he scanned it as subtly as he could before he walked away, the name replaying over and over in his mind like a broken record. but, no. broken records were annoying, an inconvenience, something to fix or throw out. your name was anything but. 

not even five minutes after he’d placed his order were his drinks placed onto the counter, each labelled appropriately to save for any confusion. a cupholder had also been provided, which logan was eternally grateful for. he didn’t think the three drinks would survive the short journey otherwise. as a treat to himself, he took a small sip from his latte and almost swore. logan didn’t believe in magic, but he was sure that this coffee was somehow laced with it. never had a simple oat latte tasted so good to him.

and, he thought, a little embarrassingly, never had someone looked so good making one, either. 

“see you later!” you called from behind the till, lifting your hand in a gesture that could be perceived as a wave, but also an attempt to smooth your hair a little. 

logan nodded and gave you a smile. you would definitely see him later. he had just found his new favourite coffee shop, and he wasn’t going to give it up any time soon.

☕️ . . . there it is , the first instalment !! i loved writing this so much - and actually did so with a cinnamon iced latte of my own , as alex and i are actually one and the same ! hope you all enjoyed , and thank you for reading <3

#.° ༘🗝️⋆₊ becca’s drabbles #₊ ⊹ barista!reader #logan sargeant #logan sargeant x reader #logan sargeant x you #logan sargeant blurb #logan sargeant drabble #formula one x reader #formula one x you #f1 x reader #f1 x you

[neontokyoo]

The Struggles of Single-Parenting

Really quickly just to get things straight because people are wondering, requests ARE closed and may not be open again for a while. However, I'm leaving my inbox open, so feel free to share thirsts, talk with me, or just send me whatever's on your mind right now, whether it be q&a's or just silly ideas. And I'll still continue writing on my own. <3

So, as I said a while ago I've been really busy and my brother was shot, leaving me to fly down to Arizona to pick up my niece and fly back to California. And then when my boyfriend came to Arizona to fly us back (because his mom has flight benefits and helped us save money) he surprised me with a new puppy.

Fortunately, I had a little bit of time to write today while my niece was taking a nap, so here you guys go because I've been kind of dead trying to take care of a two-year-old, and a brand-new puppy while my roommate and boyfriend go to work every day. I think I'll be turning the children's fanfictions into a new series, too (for every character in both MTP and BSD) so be ready for some more chaotic fluff.

And for anyone who follows me on Wattpad and/or AO3, I may be linking the Bella series to Dazai Issues after the book is finished (if I ever finish it).

Unfortunately, this series may or may not come out in order, but I'll sort them out on my master lists the best I can.

Plus the name reveal of my new puppy!

Pairing: Dazai Osamu x Fem!Reader Genre: fluff Summary: You have to try to take care of Bella while Dazai is at work. To make matters worse? You also have to take care of a new puppy, all while being pregnant with your second child. Warnings: None

Eighteen weeks pregnant with your second child, you found yourself in the midst of delightful chaos. Your husband had left for work at the Armed Detective Agency, leaving you to handle your energetic two-year-old daughter, Bella, and a brand-new puppy named Ryuna.

As the morning sun painted your cozy home with warmth, you sighed, watching Bella chase Ryuna around the living room. The energetic giggles of your daughter filled the air, blending with Ryuna's excited yips. Balancing your growing baby bump, you decided it was time for strategic intervention.

"Bella, sweetie," you called with a gentle smile. "How about we read one of your favorite stories?"

Bella's eyes sparkled, and she immediately abandoned her pursuit of Ryuna to hop onto the couch next to you. She handed you a colorful book from the shelf, and you began to read aloud, your voice soothing and comforting. Ryuna settled down, curling up at your feet.

You weren't quite sure why—or how—you convinced Dazai to adopt a dog—considering how much Dazai hates dogs—while you already have enough on your hands with Bella, alone, but seeing how happy the dog made your daughter was enough for you.

Just as you reached the climax of the story, your phone buzzed. It was a message from Dazai: "How are my two favorite girls doing?"

You chuckled, typing a reply while Bella listened with rapt attention to the story. "We're having a lively morning! Bella and Ryuna are quite the duo."

Dazai's response came quickly, filled with his usual charm: "Make sure Ryuna doesn't outshine me!"

After finishing the story, you set Bella up with crayons and paper, encouraging her to draw while you tended to Ryuna's needs. Puppies, like babies, needed constant attention and care. You made sure Ryuna had water and a fresh place to sleep, which turned out to be your second attempt after she'd decided Bella's art supplies were a cozy spot.

During this momentary lull, you took a deep breath and decided to seize the opportunity. You retrieved your phone and started researching ways to prepare Bella for the arrival of her new sibling. As you read through the advice, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and trepidation about the changes ahead.

Bella's joyful laughter interrupted your thoughts, and you looked up to see her proudly showing you a scribbled masterpiece of stick figures and colorful swirls. With a proud smile, you applauded her effort.

"Mama, look! Art!" she exclaimed, beaming up at you.

"That's amazing, Bella! You're such a talented artist," you praised, feeling a sense of pride welling up within you.

The day passed in a blur of activities – from outdoor playtime in the garden to changing diapers and preparing meals. Your energy seemed to flow from an endless reservoir, fueled by the love you had for your daughter, the anticipation of your new baby, and the deep bond you shared with Dazai.

As the sun began to set, Dazai returned home, wearing his usual rakish grin. Bella's face lit up when she saw her father, and she ran to greet him. Ryuna, too, wagged her tail excitedly, completing the picture of a joyful homecoming.

"Hey there, my lovely ladies," Dazai cooed, scooping Bella into his arms. "Did you have a fun day?"

You joined them, resting a hand on your growing belly. "It was certainly eventful, but we managed just fine."

Dazai leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I knew you could handle it."

As the evening settled in, you all gathered in the living room. Bella snuggled up next to you, Ryuna curled at your feet, and Dazai nestled in beside you. In that moment, surrounded by your growing family, you felt an overwhelming sense of contentment and love. The challenges of the day had only strengthened the bonds between you all.

With Bella in your lap, Dazai wrapped his arms around both of you, his love evident in his gaze. "Our little trio is the best team, don't you think?"

You nodded, a soft smile gracing your lips. "Absolutely. And soon, we'll be a quartet."

Dazai's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he placed a hand on your belly. "I can't wait to meet our newest addition."

As the evening wore on, you cherished these moments – the simple joys of togetherness, love, and the promise of a growing family. With each passing day, you were reminded that no challenge was insurmountable as long as you faced it with the unwavering support of your loved ones by your side.

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[osscarh]

This is my first post ever and I thought maybe I could share a nice story with ya all. I've never really put it in complete order so it's time I do that.

As prelude, I own 3 cats. One of them, the oldest, is, at the time of writing this, 12 years old, with his papers noting that he was born the 6th of April 2012, 3 days after my dad's birthday. His name is Sacha, despite the vets who all name him Sasha (and also wrote that he's a girl for some reason? I mean he doesn't seem bothered but I don't think he understands English.) His name is kinda dumb but my bro named him. I prefer giving Egyptian names to my cats.

I got Sacha around 2015, I don't really remember which month. I was around 13 at the time and my first cat had just died. My mom was really feeling bad so we adopted Sacha from a center. His previous owners had placed him there cuz the lady got pregnant and apparently cats can mess with fetuses or something. Idk but I think his previous owners were lame cuz he stayed in that center for like 6 months and they took bad care of him. His claws grew in his paws, his fur got a lot of knots and he smelled really bad. He's half Persian so he needs a lot of care.

When he arrived home he was super sweet but really doing poorly. We toon him to the vet for his claws and hired a lady to remove his knots. He didn't like his new cut so the lady zooted him on I thinl weed? It was some drug, mfer has had more experiences with illicit substances than I and I'm kinda jealous tbh.

Sacha was my only cat for a while. My mom adopted Bagheera, a kitten born from one of her sister's cats when she divorced my dad around 2016 and Sacha stayed at my dad's place with me and my brother (the fucker who named him with such a lame name).

Anyway time passed, I lived my best life with my cat, took care of him, took him to vet every year for his vaccines (he goes outside), reconnected with my mom and adopted a kitten who was born in my mom's backyard and named him Settra. So that's why I have 3 cats. But back on track, in 2022 Sacha got an eye infection. We had to do a lot of ophtalmology to get it sorted and my mom helped a lot with that despite the fact that the cat wasn't even in her home. His eye's doing okay now but he needed new material be brought in his eye. Persians tend to be weak in eyes and nose.

Then when the summer vacations of 2023 ended, Sacha got sick. At first it was a minor cold so we didn't do anything, some snot in his nose, then around mid September he ate less. Come end of September and he was doing bad, still eating but always sneezing and his throat was inflamed. I brought him to the vet and he was given antibiotics that kinda helped.

By the beginning of October Sacha was doing pretty poorly and eating way less. He was always a fat cat so this concerned me a lot. The vet couldn't tell why the antibiotics weren't acting as he was supposed to have an infection so they gave him more and asked us to get a visit to a pet hospital 1h of travel away (Belgium is small, 1h of travel looks a lot for me but for American folks it's prilly shorert). So we did, got something planned for end of october. I wanted faster but they were full and he was still eating so not an emergency.

Meanwhile Sacha's health got worse. One of his eyes (not the one who had the surgery) couldn't open and he had little things in the part of forehead between his eyes that made a sort of scritchy sound when you ran your hand over it. Most concerningly, he wasn't eating. We (my mom and I) took him to another vet who did acupuncture with relative success, allowed Sacha to eat well for a day or two before going back to not eating.

I was getting really desperate so I mixed his food and fed him with a syringe for a week. I knew if my dad knew he wasn't eating, he'd suggest euthanasia as the costs of bringing a pet to the hospital are quite high. So I took his wet food, put it in my mom's mixer and mixed it for like 15 minutes when going back from school while dad was away, then cut it into even smaller bits and forcefed him with a syringe (his throat was super inflamed and small so he was probably in pain and I knew it but I couldn't stand to watch him thin like that).

On the 26th of October, we went to the hospital for him. My mom and I were reluctant to go there because it's an universitary hospital and we were kinda scared that he'd be put on life support and...I guess experimented on? We didn't want his life be prolonged if he was in constant pain but we went nonetheless. My mom took a day off work (again, she took a lot to get the cat to the vet) and I warned my Spanish teacher that I couldn't attend. She's a really sweet lady and I told her the story, she was super supportive.

The hospital was not all like we anticipated. The doctors were really charming and quite open with how much stuff cost. I speak French and the hospital staff spoke Dutch so we settled on English as a language to communicate with. Tirns out spending all that time playing dnd with strangers on discord paid off for me, I was able to talk with these docs no problem.

Of course without insurance it was expensive but it was doable to pay. They ran scans on Sacha and it was promising, they said he had an infection but had the right antibiotics for him. Since he didn't eat, they wanted to keep him there and we agreed. We gave our phone numbers and left.

When we visited Sacha the following day, they told us he had a lymphoma. It's blood cancer for those who dunno what that means (I certainly didn't till October). They asked us if we wanted to begin chemo.

I was fucking devastated. That cat had been with me through my parents' divorce, the death of family members, graduation, the lowest of my sick days and the brightest of my good days. I didn't want to leave him die of hunger without a fight.

My mom didn't have enough money to pay for it in full and my dad'd never use his money to pay for a cat's chemotherapy so I agreed to pay most of ot. I had a decent bit of money in a bank account, I basically never buy anything so pockeh money, student job money and birthday money stacked up. My dad'd never have allowed me to pay for that (neither him nor I even knew they had chemotherapy for cats) so I lied and said my mom paid for it.

He stayed at the hospital until the 31st of October, of course we visited him everyday and the hospital staff kept us informed with daily phonecalls to schedule a visit and tell us what was up. During that time (5 days since he arrived, 4 days since chemo started) they put a tube in his throat to feed him and started the chemo.

That. Shit. Worked. When we brought him home, he could open his eye again and even wanted to go for food (motherfucker do you know how much that tube costs?). He played with the other cats and we had a weekly checkup for him. I missed many Spanish classes. During his time at the center he really liked one doctor who calls him Sir and basically saved his life.

Of course he stayed at my mom's place. It was easier for feeding through his tube at first, my mom was in vacations and he needed 3 meals a day, then he stayed there. Wasn't gonna let him stay in the home of a person who'd let him die. I love my dad but fuck him for this. He admitted several times he'd have never brought my cat to that hospital (so he'd have left him die of cancer and hunger, poor cat was thinning by the day).

His tube was removed a month later and visits moved to once every 3 weeks. It's been continuing since then with me and my mom paying 50/50 for the costs. I missed a university travel to Athens because I couldn't afford it (something I'll never admit to my parents, I pretended there was drama and I didn't want to get involved) and I guess I won't leave the country this year. Honestly I'd have cut both arms to save that cat so it's a small price.

The people at the hospital love him too. He's really friendly so students can take his blood and try to take his heartbeat without worries. Problem is that he purrs too loud for a good lung listening to take place. Turns out Sacha loves getting pets and attention from groups of students and doctors who give him treats and headpats. He has done more drugs than me and has a better date game than me.

It's been quite a while now. Sacha's been doing really well and the recent reports note that he is in remission. I may have cried when I read that mail ngl. He goes outside and killed a big pigeon a few weeks ago. He plays with the other cats, he really likes Settra and for the first time in his life he does playfight. Bagheera likes him as a punching bag despite being smaller than him. My mom stays with him everyday and I visit half of the days of the week. He eats like a lion too, he went from 3 kilos to 4.7 kilos when he was last checked this Wednesday.

I guess this is a selfish post, it's kind of my way of both thanking the people who helped me like my mom, the docs and my Spanish teacher, without having to say thank you to their faces yet again, and a way of making my cat immortal in a way. Even with all the help, Sacha's gonna be gone one day, hopefully in a very long time. But this post'll remain for a while more so there'll be a trace of what humans did for that cat.

I also wanted to say that please don't be afraid to go to universitary pet hospitals if you have the means to afford it. It's a scary place, I didn't even know it existed but these people aren't out there vivisecting animals. They're really nice. And don't give up too early on stuff that matters to you, it's really worth to keep going, at least in this case.

And if you could do a few prayers for Sacha, that'd genuinely mean a lot to me.

Anyway here is the cat tax. I've included quite a few pics so this post can be even longer than it is.

Sacha as he was before he got sick:

Sacha as he was in October:

(Don't mind his lack of fur that's because he had too many knots and drastic measures had to be taken)

Sacha as he is now:

Sacha with Bagheera, on their favorite blankets.

Sacha and Settra begging to go outside (it's raining! I open the door and they don't leave!)

I love you, you dumb orange fuck.

#long post #cat #orange cat #first post #sick cat #cats

[wibixthecowboy]

Play the Song: Part 8: Say My Name

Task Force 141 needs a new sniper and despite their complaints, they're assigned Flash, a joke-making, ABBA-listening, 20-year-old sharpshooter with better aim than the whole team combined. In other words, Ghost is practically handed the love of his life but he needs time to adjust because she's a firecracker.  

Warnings/Tags: !graphic depictions of panic attacks!, references to suicide attempts (no descriptions), references to SA (no descriptions), Age gap (20/30-32), gore, descriptions of injury/blood/wounds, swearing, weapons, justified angst, tooth rotting fluff, I can fix him he just needs a hug, warning for an excessively bad taste in music, slow burn, protective ghost, family dynamic, big brother soap has an attitude problem, father figure Price, wholesome brother Gaz, touch starved Ghost, eventual smut, praise, thigh riding, unprotected (wrap it up people), size kink, oral f receiving, ghost will do anything to get his dick sucked, idk I’m sure it will get dirtier as I go, shifting POV  

A/N: Hello! I took a break to get settled for the new quarter but I am so beyond excited for the next chapter! These next few chapters will be a bit more plot heavy so they’ll have longer gaps in-between uploads but they’ll be A LOT longer! Enjoy :) P.S. As the story goes on lets make sure we’re reading the tags, and this goes for every fic you read. ALWAYS READ TAGS :,). 

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Side note: All of these characters are fictional! Please don’t be weird about their real life actors, leave them out of this and be respectful!

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★Flash

   Ghost remains quiet for the rest of the short walk to the briefing room and Flash feels like a kid who’s gotten their hand caught in a cookie jar. She doesn’t know why. She hadn’t done anything wrong, she’d just followed Price’s instructions. Sure Alejandro may have brought it a step too far with the kiss, but it was just teasing. Right?

Despite her poor attempt at rationalizing her actions, Flash feels the heavy weight of guilt settle in her stomach when she looks up at Ghost. He walks stiffly beside her, hands in tight fists at his side. Because of their vast height difference, she can’t see his face, but that’s not necessary to know it’s twisted into a cold expression that makes the baby hairs at the back of her neck stand up.

She clears her throat to say something, to smooth the growing tension between them, to try and protect the small budding flower that had been growing between them for the past few days. Ghost interrupts her before she can open her mouth,

“Price has already completed the mission briefing and gone over it with us,” His voice lacks emotion, snipping the bud with his clipped tone, “this will be our second time listening, so pay attention this time. I don’t want to hear it again.”

Flash feels a mix of anger and embarrassment swirl in her stomach, creating a dangerous concoction. They had already planned and confirmed the mission without her. She thought that the small scolding she’d given Price back at the safe house would have clued him in. She wasn’t going to sit on the sidelines and take orders. She has just as much power as Soap and Gaz. So why weren’t they acting like it?

Her hands tighten into small fists at her side, nails digging into the skin at her palm. The pain does little to quell the growing urge in the back of her mind, the one that’s pushing her to take them all by the hair and shove their faces into her many certificates. Ghost especially.

When they reach the door at the end of the hall, she steps in front of Ghost to open it herself, wanting to feel somewhat in control of her actions, and ignores the huff that leaves his mouth at her rather childish display.

Price stands at the front of the room, at a small standing desk typing away on a laptop. Gaz and Soap sit at the horseshoe-shaped briefing table, both looking bored out of their mind. Papers and files are spread across the table, and a humming projector shines an image of a man and a brief description onto the wall behind Price. Flash wonders how much they’ve gone through while she was with Alejandro, and how many decisions they’ve made without her input.

She sits heavily in a chair, a few down from Soap and Gaz. They give her a questioning look but her anger must be clear as day with the way their gazes snap back over to Price. Whatever smart-ass comment they were going to make about her lesson with Alejandro dying on their tongue.

Ghost stalks past her and pulls out a chair beside Soap, opposite of Flash. He sits with a gruff sigh, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. She lets her eyes dip down for just a second, tracing the taught line of his forearm and the muscles banded around it. When she brings them back to his face, he’s watching her. A blush burns her cheeks at being caught in the act and she turns to look at Price with a huff.

Price scans the group with a small smile, it falters a bit when his eyes pass over Flash and her pinched brow. He taps a few more keys before letting out a long sigh and clapping his hands together.

“Okay, now that I’ve had some practice, let's go over this again.” Price turns to Flash, “How did your lesson go?”

“It went fine.” She clips, not bothering to hide her upset.

He quirks an eyebrow at her but doesn’t implore further. Just as he’s about to start the briefing the door opens.

Flash turns in her chair to see a grinning Alejandro leaning against the doorway, his gaze immediately fixes on her and she fights the urge to turn away. Not trusting her face to keep the embarrassment hidden, she keeps her head facing away from the rest of the group.

“I’m heading out Price. Send me the briefing and I’ll go over it with my side.” He’s speaking to Price but his eyes are set on Flash, dropping for a second to her chest and lingering before meeting her eyes again, gaze heated. Although her tank top is made of flowy fabric, she suddenly becomes aware of the way it hugs her chest. “As much as I would like to hold you again Mija, duty calls.”

She balks at his brashness and if it weren’t for the anger still coursing through her veins, she just might have melted into a puddle right then and there.

“Cool it Alejandro.” Price practically growls.

Alejandro raises his hands in surrender but the sly smirk he always seems to be sporting doesn’t leave his face. He winks at her once before slipping out the door and closing it behind him.

She turns away from the door, her cheeks burning at the way Soap and Gaz watch with raised eyebrows. Ghost on the other hand looks like he’s about to barrel out the door and tackle Alejandro to the ground, his cold eyes still locked on the spot the man had been standing in.

Price mumbles something under his breath about needing a vacation and roughly drags a hand down his face, breathing out one more heavy sigh before finally speaking.

“Flash and Ghost.” Flash gives Price her full attention, thankful for an excuse to look away from Ghost's penetrating gaze. “You’ll be leaving at around 6 PM Monday, we’ll have a car brought tomorrow and you two will drive yourselves. Once you get there you’ll no longer be using code names, you’ll be going under Jack and Abigail Cline, owners of an up-and-coming sorghum production company.” Flash doesn’t miss the use of one last name. “More details will be in your file.” He tosses a file in front of her, the word Flash is written in blocky letters at the top. She has to bite back a laugh at the spy movie stereotype.

Price moves to stand back in front of the desk, tapping a few more keys before a picture of a man is brought up on the projector. He reminds Flash of Alejandro, he has the same bronze skin and thick dark hair that’s styled into a neat combover. A jagged stripe of scar tissue reaches from his chin to the prominent curve of his cheekbone, without it, Flash could picture him on the cover of a magazine.

“This is Daniel Marín. One of the lead informants of the Las Almas cartel, he’s got eyes everywhere and knows practically everything.” Prices locks eyes with Flash, “He’s a dangerous man so you need to keep your distance, if he thinks he’s being watched he won't hesitate to have you two taken out back. All we need you to do is make sure he stays in the building until we’ve cleared the warehouse. There will be enough people there that you won’t need to converse with him. In fact, it’d be best if you didn’t at all.”

He leans over and taps the keyboard again and Daniel’s picture is swapped for a scaled-out map of a warehouse. Gaz and Soap sit straighter in their chairs, eyes focusing on Price now that the topic is relevant to them.

“This is the warehouse we’ll be clearing, we were originally just going to do a preliminary search but H.Q. is pushing so we’ll be scalping them.”

Flash’s focus wavers, her attention dwindling now that the briefing is less pertinent to her. The hard plastic of the chair has her side throbbing. She cups one of her hands to her waist, hoping that somehow the heat of her palm will calm the pain that spikes with every intake of her breath.

She looks away from Price to flip through the folder in front of her and catches Ghost staring at the hand still at her waist, his brows furrowed. When he looks up to meet her eyes, she raises a brow at him. He tilts his head to the side in a questioning gesture but otherwise ignores her challenge. It's such a small movement but it spikes her heart rate.

Ghost shifts in his chair and turns to face Price, breaking off whatever silent conversation they were having, and for the rest of the briefing, Flash is left to stew in silence.

_____

   Flash stays behind when Price finishes, letting the three other men pass by her. She looks up at Ghost’s masked face when he walks by, hoping to catch a glimpse of something, but his impassive expression has fallen back in place. Effectively hiding what she’d caught a glimpse of at the table.

“Price?” She asks, stepping up to the desk where he stands.

“What can I do for you Flash?” He asks, looking up from the screen of his laptop with tired eyes.

“I-” Her voice falters, the entire speech she’d come up with while stewing in her chair gone the moment she sees the purple shadows under his eyes. Flash clears her throat, trying again. “I’m in 100%.”

“What?” Price raises an eyebrow at her, not quite understanding her vague proclamation.

“I’m in 100%.” She repeats, standing straighter. “I mean, I’m not going to be sitting on the sidelines while you guys make the decisions.” Her voice lowers, hesitant to tack on the last part, “I’m ready to be put on the field.”

Price takes a moment, shutting his laptop and stepping past her to scoop the scattered papers on the table into a neat pile.“You understand what that means right?” He asks evenly.

“Yes.” Flash steps in front of him again and meets his gaze with the hard set of her eyes.

“You won’t just get to dust off your hands and sit back at the end of the day, this shit sticks with you.” Price says. “You understand why I’m so hesitant, right?”

And Flash already knows what he’s going to say. She’s heard the spiel a million and one times.

“That I’m inexperienced.” She says in a mocking tone. “That despite my multitude of achievements, I’m never quite what they’re looking for.”

Price hesitates for a moment, obviously taken aback by Flash’s blatant answer. She can tell she’s hit the nail on the head by the long pause that ensues.

“I haven’t seen you working under pressure.” He says finally. “These are high stake missions, Flash. Serious shit that has absolutely no room for error.”

Her gaze turns icy, and crossing her arms over her chest, she opens her mouth to defend herself.

“But,” He interrupts before she can speak, “I have no reason to believe that you can’t do it.”

Flash feels an unfamiliar burning in her chest at his words. It tightens her lungs as she swallows.

“Thank you.” She says quietly and any remaining anger dissipates at the soft smile he gives her in return. _____

  Flash paces back and forth in her room, the pain in her side making it impossible to fall asleep, leaving her restless. She stops her nervous fidgeting and goes back to her dresser to count the pills neatly lined up in the grooves of her wardrobe.

Four ibuprofen, two aspirin, and a mystery yellow pill that she’s almost certain is a vitamin. The only pills she was able to dig out of the various bags she hurriedly packed while at the academy. And all of them are barely capable of taking the edge off menstrual cramps.

She heaves a sigh before coming to terms with the fact that she would have to ask Price for something, that she would have to explain why she needs something. Looking over to the mirror, Flash in just a sports bra and sweats is able to see the dark outline taking shape on her side. The edge of the sidewalk had done the most damage, slamming perfectly into the curve of her waist and knocking the breath from her lungs. A few scrapes from the rough cement cut across the bruise, none of them worrying, but ugly just the same.

Biting the bullet, Flash slips on a shirt and steps out of her room to head to the second to last door at the end of the hall. Ghost had left just an hour before to pick up one last weapons transport, the one he had confirmed with the man at the market. Soap and Gaz had tagged along with the excuse of “traveling in a pack”. Price didn’t argue with them but settled Flash with a hard look before she even got the chance to ask if she could come. Apparently being 100% in doesn’t include leisurely nights out. So here she is, stuck at the base. Again.

She reluctantly makes her way down the short hallway to Price’s door, landing three short knocks on the wood. Price opens it almost immediately, checking either direction of the hallway before turning to her with a confused look.

“Can I help you?” He asks, and Flash stifles a laugh. Atop his nose sit a pair of wire glasses. Something her grandfather would wear.

“Uh yeah. I mean I hope so.” Flash mutters before lifting the hem of her shirt to show him the bruise. “I just need something to help with the pain. Sleeping is impossible.”

His brows crease at the sight and Flash hopes he’ll just give her something to take the edge off or tell her to suck it up. The last thing she needs right now is another safety training.

“Jesus.” He sighs, bringing his hands under his glasses to rub over his face and keeping them there for a second while he thinks. “I think I’ve got something, wait here.”

Price returns a moment later with a small white pill, setting it gently in the palm of her outstretched hand.

“Take it and go straight to bed, don’t wait for it to kick in.” He warns before giving her a smile. She can tell he’s forcing it, the lines around his eyes betray him every time. “Goodnight.”

He shuts the door and she can’t help but laugh at his abruptness. Price is not one to talk to after 10. Or any time late at night for that matter, he values his beauty sleep.

Flash stands there for a minute, studying the pill in her hand. It doesn’t look any bigger than the ibuprofen still sitting on her wardrobe, but she just shrugs and walks to the kitchen anyways, filling a cup and swallowing the pill down in a single gulp.

_____

  Twenty minutes later Flash has sprawled herself across one of the green recliners of the living room, watching the slow spin of the ceiling fan, a warm glow cushioning her body. Whatever pill Price had given her is working wonders. The pain in her side, along with all other worries, has diminished to nothing but a background thought.

Price’s words come back to her, ‘Go straight to bed’.

The sensible part of her brain heeds his warning, it isn’t smart to be so intoxicated in a military base for god's sake. But the small whining voice in the back of her mind brings up images of Soap and Gaz stumbling their way through the door on their Saturdays off. Clearly drunk and not caring what Price has to say.

Deciding that this is not the hill she wants to die on, Flash stands slowly, the wobble of her vision making it nearly impossible to walk across the faded carpet without stumbling. When she reaches the edge though, her foot catches on the curled corner and it sends her cascading to the floor.

She lands hard on the cold concrete, palms taking the brunt of her weight, before collapsing down into a fit of giggles. This is twice in one day now. Flash muffles her laughter with a hand, not wanting to wake Price and deal with the consequences of disobeying him.

With little ease, Flash makes her way to her bedroom door and leans heavily against it while she turns the knob, nearly falling to the floor again when it swings open with her weight.

Once again ignoring Price’s words, Flash, rather than curling into the familiar plush of her comforter, strides across her room and through the door of the bathroom, only hesitating a moment before swinging open Ghost's door.

The room smells familiar. The woodsy scent of his soap that made its way under her door every time he showered and the ever-present smell of metal and sweat.

Her eyes scan the room, stopping when they fall on his unmade bed. Flash’s feet push forward, urging her to throw herself onto the rumpled sheets.

Making note to listen for the loud rumble of the van, Flash gives in and takes slow measured steps toward the bed. Stopping when her shins meet the baseboard, she flops down, arms spread wide.

His scent immediately envelops her in a burst of pine and... citrus? Something she wasn't expecting but welcomes wholeheartedly. She breathes in deeply, he just smells so good. There’s something about his smell, the distinct masculinity, that leaves heat pooling in her abdomen.

Still entrapped by her heightened imagination, Flash thinks back to the first day that she climbed into the car filled with the 141 Team. How despite her years of experience with the military and military men, Ghost had left her a fidgeting mess. She thinks about the way his solid thigh had pressed into hers and the way he held her head while cleaning her cheek. How gentle he was the few times that they’d touched.

With just about as much emotional grace as a teenager, Flash falls into a spiral of scenarios. His warm hands cupping her head, working down to her chest, spreading wide across her ribcage and further down to the heat between her legs. The heat that burns now, begging her to slip a hand under the waistband of her sweatpants.

Shocked and embarrassed by her lack of self-control, Flash quickly peels herself off of the bed and into a standing position. Impulsively smoothing down her hair in an effort to calm her ragged breathing.

Her wide eyes fall to the random assortment of items on his chipped wooden nightstand. A pen and journal, a water bottle, a heavily worn copy of The Shining, and a small statue of a pig sit amongst other small knick knacks. Her embarrassment turns to shame when she realizes just how personal of a space he’s created, and how she’s just barged right in.

She turns to leave but a bright orange pill bottle resting on top of his dresser just a few feet away catches her eye. Flash starts toward it but is interrupted by the sharp sound of a car door slamming shut. Shit, she completely missed them pulling up. She scrambles to pull the sheet’s back into the half made state they were in previously and practically runs back to her room, head still swirling in a mix of curiosity and shame.

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★Ghost

  His footsteps are heavy, weighed down by the stress of the day. Not only had they secured the last weapon transport, but Ghost was also forced to stop by the med bay and pick up his prescription from a probing Dr. Marks.

The doctor had questioned him about his ‘journey to domesticity’ in front of the receptionist at the counter, earning him a curious look through her thick lashes. Ghost had ignored him at first, focusing intently on signing the forms in front of him, but Marks pushed. Commenting on how beneficial opening up to ones ‘inner romantic’ can be. Ghost, annoyed by the lack of privacy, had shoved his pen back into the cup, slid the papers across the counter to the doctor, and ignored the knowing smile he’d given him as he stormed out the sliding doors.

The rest of the ride home had been less than comfortable, both Soap and Gaz silencing their chatter the moment Ghost climbed into the truck. Acutely aware of the tense set of his shoulders as he drove them back to the base.

Now, relishing in the quiet of his room, Ghost flicks on the bedside lamp. And much to his surprise the soft light catches a glowing strand of golden hair laying across one of his blankets. Ghost carefully pinches it between two fingers and holds it up to the light, admiring the long shimmering strand with a small smirk. There was no doubt whose hair it was.

He should feel upset at the intrusion, angry for the blatant disregard for privacy, but he can’t bring himself to care. Ghost just feels a peculiar sense of satisfaction knowing that Flash feels the same curiosity that he struggles to contain. The curiosity that has Ghost’s eyes lingering on her while she makes her breakfast in the morning. The curiosity that has him entering the bathroom right after she showers so he can once again be engulfed in the sweet vanilla of her shampoo. That same curiosity that his doctor told him to explore.

Too tired to push the thought further, Ghost sets the strand back where it was and heaves his backpack off of his shoulder and onto the chair, pulling out the white paper bag and setting the orange pill bottle it contained next to its twin on his wardrobe.

He walks to the bathroom next, intent on rinsing off, swallowing one of his new pills, and sleeping away his plaguing thoughts when he spots Flash through the cracked door.

Ghost hesitates for a moment before pushing it open and catching her attention. She’s there, struggling to wipe the injured area of her side with a wet cloth. The bruise has his breath faltering, a deep purple splotch that starts just above her hip and spreads up the curve of her waist, small scratches and dirt marking the area around it. An unfamiliar rage burns in his chest, catching him off guard. She must have hit the ground hard. A guilty thought burns in his mind, he should have been there sooner.

She turns to look at him and Ghost takes a step back. Her eyes are half lidded and foggy, and her hands fumble with the cloth as she brings it to the sink, nearly missing the stream of water.

“What did you do?” He can’t help the panic that rolls over him, freezing him in place. “What’s wrong?”

“Price gave me something to help with the pain.” She mutters, holding the cloth under the faucet for longer than necessary, intently watching the way the water swirls down the drain.

“Oh.” He breathes, relief washing over his chest in a cool wave. The panic that had violently wracked his body just a moment before dissipating and a sense of amusement taking its place. “So you’re high?” He asks, biting back a smile. An action that despite his protests has been becoming more frequent after Flash’s arrival.

“I don’t know.” She says, somewhat defensively, and pulls the cloth from the sink, it falls from her hand and lands on the tile with a wet smack. “Probably.” She relents with a small pout.

Ghost bends down and picks the sopping fabric up, sidestepping the puddle and wringing it out over the sink, before gesturing to her.

“Do you want some help?”

She looks at him for a moment, and although she’s far from thinking clearly, he can see the hesitance in her gaze and his newfound confidence falters. To his relief Flash nods once, bringing a hand down to pull her shirt up and over the arm of her injured side. She doesn’t acknowledge the choked cough he lets out at her sudden bareness. Flash is wearing a sports bra but the now-lifted shirt has exposed the top of her breasts and the way they’re pressed tightly together. He quickly averts his gaze, willing the beating of his heart to calm.

Ghost notices the towel has gone cold in his brief pause so he leans over her to turn the knob of the sink. He lets the water run for a bit until it's warm enough to not shock her skin, then holds a cloth under the stream, soaking it through before crouching behind her and wiping it gently across her scabbed side. She doesn’t react, too numbed by the pill she’d taken. It unnerves him to see her so unresponsive.

“Do you know how to dance?” She asks, and the question catches him off guard. He doesn’t have an opportunity to answer though before she’s speaking again. “Like Alejandro?”

Unable to contain it, a dark laugh escapes his lips.

“Better.” He bites.

“Oh.” Her response is quiet and he laughs again at her shock. “How?”

Ghost, despite knowing that she’ll likely have no memory of their conversation in the morning, elaborates.

“This isn’t my first time attending one of these events.” He hesitates on the last word, not quite sure how to label the dramatic displays of wealth that the cartel members frequently host.

She’s quiet for the next few minutes, letting him wipe at the dirt smeared over her soft skin. He revels in the closeness and although he can’t deny the slight tremor of his hand, the panic that had gripped him so tightly the last time he was tending to her wounds was significantly less this time. Whether that was due to her intoxication, or the growing trust, he didn’t know.

“That wasn’t very nice of you.” She mumbles, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled over them. He knows exactly what she’s talking about. The way he had handled the situation with Alejandro. It wasn’t his proudest moment, but he wouldn’t be apologizing anytime soon. Alejandro’s comments were getting out of hand, and Ghost didn’t have a problem showing him where the line was. If he’d known the extent to which the man would have taken their little dancing lesson, he’d have taught her himself.

“Well, I’m not a nice person.” He mutters, wishing she’d just drop the subject.

“I think you’re just a scared person.” She whispers and Ghost stills. He can feel her watching him through the mirror. He doesn’t look up though, focusing harder on the pinkened skin at her side, and ignoring the panic that dries his mouth.

The scrapes from the concrete had already healed over, dried blood trapping dirt and debris against her skin. Ghost unfolds the cloth and holds it gently against the scratched skin, hoping it would help soften the blood without scrubbing.

When he musters the courage to look up, his eyes meet hers in the mirror, they’re half-lidded and foggy. Her skin, flushing from a familiar pain med fever, has him wondering what it would feel like to lay his hand against the heated curve of her cheek. She wouldn’t remember it. He pushes the thought away, feeling ashamed at his weak resolve.

Her gaze, although clouded, stares straight through him, seeing something that he tries so hard to keep hidden. The same thing his doctor sees when picking apart his vague answers to the mans probing questions.

“We’re not having this conversation Flash.” He mumbles, peeling the rag from her skin to rinse it. Rust colored water drips into the stream, swirling into a light pink against the white of the basin. When he places the steaming cloth back against her waist she sighs and leans closer to him.

“Why not?” Her words drip like honey down his spine and cloud his head. Ghost focuses on dragging the cloth in small circles, eyes following the water that drips down her skin to soak into the waistline of her pants.

His heart beats heavily in his chest and he pulls back a few inches, ignoring the growing voice in the back of his head that screams to lean closer, to let her feel the way she sets his skin on fire.

“Because you’re barely coherent.” He says, tone harsher than the question warrants and he winces, thankful for the mask that hides his pinched brow.

“I think you’re too scared.” She persists, slightly slurring her words. “For how brave you are on the field, you lack tenacity in the emotion department.”

“Flash.” He says, hoping she’d hear the underlying warning.

She hums at the mention of her code name and presses into the hand that holds the uninjured side of her waist steady.

“Say my real name? Please?”

This catches him off guard. Ghost looks up from his hands to watch her in the mirror, her eyes are already on him, mouth twisting into a curious grin. But there’s a hint of desperation in her voice, almost like she’s forgotten and needs to be reminded.

“I don’t know your real name.” He says softly, wiping away another small streak of dirt and blood.

She goes to open her mouth and Ghost is quick to reach a hand around her and cover it. Knowing that now, when she’s clearly intoxicated, is not the time. Her words fall flat against his palm, incoherent.

He can feel her laughing behind it, small breaths of air warming his skin. Ghost sees the devilish glint in her eyes before she nips his hand with her teeth, he pulls back quickly, face heating under the balaclava.

When his hand leaves her mouth, she takes it as an opportunity to continue on with her topic, much to Ghost’s displeasure.

“I know your name.” She drawls “It's Simon isn’t it.” He stiffens, hand freezing against her skin.

“Flash please stop.” His voice is strained, the growing lump in his throat half suffocating him.

“I like it I think it suits you.” She turns and looks at him, her pupils are blown wide and the apples of her cheeks are darkening with that blush that has Ghost’s heart thrumming. He doesn’t respond.

Flash doesn’t take her eyes off him as she slowly reaches a hand up, palm splaying with the same trepidation you’d use while approaching a scared animal.

The pads of her fingers have nearly met his cheek when he brings a hand up to wrap around her wrist, stopping her movement. He brings it back down to rest at her side and with gentle hands turns her back to face the mirror.

Flash doesn’t resist and quickly changes the topic. As grateful as he is for her quick shift, he was still stuck on the way she had looked at him. Her blue eyes wide with curiosity, her previous hesitancy nowhere to be found. The way she seemingly wanted to touch him. He pushes the thought back, onto the rapidly growing pile of worries plaguing him, and focuses on her words.

“His name was Scotch.” She says, and Ghost has to make an effort to remember what exactly she’s talking about. “Dad said he was only good for the rats but he was a great cuddler.”

She was talking about her cat? Ghost, despite the situation, finds him biting back a smile at the innocence of the topic. At how her face has softened at the memory.

He smooths the cloth over her now clean skin and after leaving it to drain in the sink helps her slip her arm back into the loose fabric of her sleep shirt. Savoring the giggles that slip from her lips when her elbow catches in the opening.

Ghost walks with her to her bed, hand hovering just over her waist, just in case. If she notices she doesn’t mention it, still rambling on about Scotch and his hunting abilities.

“He had the softest orange fur and his eyes. Oh, he was a real charmer.” She rattles on, face lost in memory while pulling back her covers and climbing in. Her eyes droop the second her head meets the pillow.

“Mhm.” Ghost muses softly.

He takes a moment to admire the way her golden hair splays out across her pillow, glowing in the soft light of her bedside lamp. He feels that same urge to rub a lock between his fingers, to see if it feels as silky as it looks.

“I wish you could have met him.” She says softly, watching him through half-lidded eyes and a look that squeezes the breath out from his lungs, replacing it with something much lighter.

“I wish I could have met him too.” He whispers back and pushing against every wall he’s ever built, runs a hand along the comforter where the small shape of hers lays, not close enough to touch, but close enough that he can feel the heat radiating from her skin. “Good night.”

“Good night Ghost.” She mumbles, watching him leave her bedside and walk to the bathroom door. “Sleep well.”

Ghost nods gruffly and takes the last few steps to the bathroom in two long strides, shutting the door behind him as quickly as he can without being too loud.

He stalks over to the sink, ignoring the dirty rag in the basin, and rips the balaclava from his head. Ghost avoids looking in the mirror as he splashes a handful of water onto his face. Hoping the cold would calm his racing mind and shaking hands. It doesn’t.

The lights above the mirror grow impossibly brighter and when he makes the mistake of looking into the mirror, bile rises in the back of his throat. His face nearly matches Flash’s, eyes lidded and foggy, and cheeks flushed with heat. Completely gone. He had lost control again. He had let his desires pull him around like a puppet on a string.

Stumbling across the small space to the bathroom door, he races against the tightening of his chest to reach the small orange bottle in his room. He focuses on twisting the knob, and the feel of the carpet under his socked feet as he practically throws himself towards the wardrobe. The quick movement tilts his vision and he gags against the breath stuck in his throat.

His hands are shaking violently now, rattling the pills in the bottle and making it nearly impossible to twist off the cap. Ghost pulls roughly at the lid begging it to just open. When it does, he fumbles with the pills in the bottle, shoving a single pill between his lips and swallowing against the dry column of his throat.

The urge to puke passes and as he slides down the wardrobe he’s able to remember the breathing that the academy doctor had led him through. Pressing his palms to his forehead, Ghost focuses on slowing his breathing. It does little without the grounding hands the doctor had offered. He imagines Flash instead, her soft hand caressing his face, speaking to him in the low and calming way that the doctor had.

Whether it's the pills or the self-indulgent fantasy, Ghost feels the jackrabbiting of his heart calm and he’s able to pull himself off of the ground. Reluctantly reaching for the other pill bottle, he swallows down one of the sleeping pills and crawls into bed. Curling into the pillow, he lets the slow drag of the chemicals pull him into a restless sleep.  

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#ghost x reader #ghost x female oc #simon riley #Cod Fic #simon ghost riley #alejandro vargas #modern warefare 2 #ghost stories #john soap mactavish #mw2 headcannons #mw2

[pastelpinkmomoi]

General Heart Fragment headcanons (pt. 2)

Here is part one for context. This part doesn't contain spoilers sooo we good to go! *clive thumbs up emote*

Throughout middle school, Xani had been well-behaved. There was pretty much only one incident where she got into major trouble. 

It was because of this asshole. This guy was being a jerk to Shannon, starting with some “teasing” - Xani was annoyed by it but Shannon urged her that she was okay. And then he made a crude remark towards Shannon, leading to Xani taking matters into her own hands.

Xani waited until the weekend when she walked up to the guy’s house bearing a couple of egg cartons. Being in middle school, you can see where she’s going with this.

She got called into the principal’s office the next week, was forced to apologise to the family and was issued a week’s worth of detentions. Not wanting Xani to suffer alone, Shannon insisted on sharing the detention with her best friend. You can’t just ask for detention (or maybe that’s just my school idk)

So Shannon spun around, properly clobbered the guy and so she was granted her detentions with Xani <3

Bonus: When Gray ranted about the incident to Dexter, Kay just stood there. “Hehehe”

“Why’d you use fresh eggs? You could’ve waited a few weeks later and then started giving the guy hell. After all, revenge is best served cold… and rotten.” “…how do you even know about that.”

Bonus 2: To this day, Shannon and Kay won’t ever let her forget about that event. Ever. The story was then passed onto Lana (who howled with laughter), who then passed it on to Clive. Xani places all of the blame on Gray for talking about it when Kay was in the room.

Another story takes place when Xani was in middle school, every year in March she would find her father’s search results filled with questions

“What to get a 15-year-old boy for his birthday” “What to get a 16-year-old boy for his birthday” “What to get a 17-year-old boy for his birthday”

“Trendy shirts for 15-year-old boy”

Who is this boy and why is my father giving him the cringiest shirts every year

Those questions were probably answered when Xani met Kay for the first time but what hit it for her was when she found a picture of younger Kay in one of said shirts

*casually saves to gallery* “Revenge.”

Clive can do origami. In his journey to fold 1000 paper cranes, he currently has completed 127 (his fingers hurt)

Natalia has an extremely specific coffee order. And Teryl manages to bring it back to her with no fail.

Sometimes he’ll chant it fully like a prayer out of nowhere to the point Jasper knows it off by heart as well. Natalia sees this as an absolute win though, since she now has two potential people who can go out and order drinks for her.

She can tell if the slightest detail has been changed

“…did they run out of caramel sauce?” “No… why?” “Because there’s only two grams of caramel sauce in this Frappuccino. I asked for seven grams.”

“sweetie calculating the amount of grams from one sip alone is impossible.” 

People say Jasper would look sick with a tongue piercing. He declined.

He also has a resting bitch face, so when he glances at a toddler he unintentionally makes them cry :(

Clive likes to occasionally switch out his hair clips to more vibrant ones with different shapes (Shannon put them there)

His favourites include one that’s a blue cat shape, a red flower and an orange star :)

A callback to Shannon and Kay having gossip sessions, if Shannon mentions going back to one of her freaky exes just once Kay (alongside with Xani) immediately goes “NO.”

Jasper would sometimes wear those bow headbands (either gifted or borrowed by Natalia, can’t be bothered to purchase his own) just to keep his hair out out of his face while cooking

Lana was the one to teach Clive how to ride a bike. His older brother did try teaching him, but never got around to finishing it. So Lana taught Clive the rest

#i believe in chaotic middle school xani #chaotic neutral middle school xani truther #heart fragment #heart fragment headcanons

[reilliane]

reilliane- RELI- alternate universe where Kazuha actually buries his wanderlust under the dirt and enjoys life with v!mc(who obv knows what kazuha’s doing and subtly makes him wander out abit more by sending him on errands.) for a few years, but every kazuha must submit to their desire to wander.

or, or — now this one is albedo—, rhinedottir actually made 2 prototypes. the first being a female one she created as a test and pretty much made on a whim(this one was co-created by alice. rhine did all the alchemic-sciency-frankenstien things while alice created the look and gave them a name[rhine wanted to just name her ‘prototype #1 ; test’ and alice went “NOPE :D!” slams a sheet of paper with names listed on it onto the table, “Pick a name, any name! All are lovely!”[i imagine she says it like those circus ppl who are like, advertising their show or smth].). the second (primodial) being a male and being, basically the ground layout for her most prized possession, albedo.

Both of them ([name] <- bc w/ this i dont read ‘yen’ & primodial guy) being thrown away and fed to durin</3. They both aid each other in leaving the (now dead) dragon’s stomach. Primodial goes on a path of inferiority complex and revenge or smth, while [name] just lives life🤷‍♀️. She bumps into Albedo — he legitimately froze when he saw her, he had seen his master’s notes and drawings of her previous two ‘failed’ homunculi. he thought that they were.. well, dead though. but then again he had gone through the whole ‘who’s who?’ fiasco with his bitter imposter. — and just smiles, tilting her head to the side and her eyes, though dull and emotionless, carry a familiar sparkle from his new family. “albedo” she says his name with an unsure voice, eyes never leaving his almost as if she was inspecting him. “was it? sorry, i wasnt exactly around when master planned you.”

Albedo flinches and immediately covers her mouth with his hands. To outsiders, an uncharacteristic move. To her and whomever may know of their origins, a panicked and fearful move desperate to keep it under the rug. “Sorry.” She removes his hands, “Let’s talk in that freezer-lab, yeah?”

-🦧i just love that albedo brainrot and i tried writing a fic outta it in my own blog but just ended up posting a wip😔 anyway, [Name] is alice’s ‘first’ daughter. So big sister![Name] and little brother!Albedo(+primodial) and little sister!Klee :DD (also, also, maybe [name] has a bit of alice’s personality). Mm, bed time for real now.

Kazuha sacrificing his desire to wander (albeit for a short while) in order to just live life with MC :((( my hart, my hART

Ofc MC's still aware that Kazuha probably wants to wander n all, I like to think she hints that her bro can do as he wishes. She'll be fiiiiiine~

When the time comes that Kazu prolly does want to go, he'll invite nee-san the same way he did in Resolve. Cause cmon, MC may not have a vision but she has a superpower and that's called being a nee-san-/SLAPPED

aw, kazu hungry? no worries, she can whip up a feast even out in the wild.

is that a hilichurl about to smack him?? pUNCH ‾͟͟͞(((ꎤˋ⁻̫ˊ)—̳͟͞͞o

the prICE For THiS ProDUcT Is maDLy HIgh? She didnt learn all those lessons for nothing, she about to talk business with a 🤗🤗 face

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(i felt that reading y/n as 'yen' LMAO though in my case i read it yin JSDHAJKDHAS)

that idea is cool! just albedo gaping like "omygo i heard about you sis"

imagine primordial just showing up to enact revenge and instead finds his twin with albedo lmao 😭💀

he's like, unleashing this elsa snowstorm then sees MC along with the group and then trying to take it bacK LIKE:

"YAW WHAT THE SHUCK ARE YOU DOING OVER THERE??? GET BACK HERE WOMAN THIS INSTANT"

#moonlitchat #🦧 anon #queued #m-vigil

[thelightningbottler]

Lightning Boltz - Villains

TRANSCRIPT

The Audacity

The intimacy

Of student accommodation Offers a lot

To the imagination 

and proves to be above many stations the source of trials 

and tribulations.

As you hear sounds of sex from the wall to your left

the passionate cries of every breath. And below you hear

that couple fighting angry tones and ragged breathing.

As they try to get out each word seething

and next to you they play the police or the beat or the jam,

(if you're lucky.) The Skints. And beyond the moans and the groans,

and the crying and the fighting,

beyond the dancehall the dub

and the reggae you hear him.

Three rooms down…

He moves at half a clip. He breathes when he sleeps,

Incomplete, he hiccups for air on every other beat.

He shuffles down the hallway Singing songs

He laughs and bleats and for some reason this is the last straw That You can keep

And so its not the lovers, The fighters

The stoners

The people who keep you from your slumber they’re not the ones you get your ire.

It’s that GUY

with his BREATHING. His DEFIANCE

Of ENTROPY

He KEEPS PUTTING OFF His ETERNAL SLUMBER.

But then again, in lighter climbs. In student bars

with pints in hand the same guy

looks at you and say, ‘You snore, big o, Something rotten’

And suddenly you know

your animosity

is equalled.

The scales are set 

the message simple: You have to dive across the table and ring the life

from his fuckin nostrils.

Make believe

Inside the white walls      

of the white cottage,

which was ringed by the white Picket fence,

a small girl named Betty

took white sheets 

and cut out the image 

of white Jesus 

and glued him 

to a cross made of popsicle sticks.

Close Acquaintance

John had great big waterproof boots on.

“Back in the day, I used to wear crocs.

But I found that the holes let the blood soak through.

And the blood can really fuck up your socks.

“Did you know about young Leafblower?

The fellow your height who tended the pigs?

And blew away the leaves in autumn

And in the summer picked the figs?

“Well he and I, young Leafblower, that is,

We were told of an important job.

Something small just by the coast

That could withstand a mighty storm.

“No, not the job, it's no metaphor:

It’s the shack that I speak well of

Sturdy foundations my dear boy

Nothing could have blown its top off.

“So me and Leafy, I called him Leafy sometimes,

If he let me. But he was insistent

‘Leafblower is my name,’ he’d say

But I called him Leafy and I was persistent.

“Anyway, Leafy and I, we share this moped

That we borrowed off his brother.

‘Be careful turning into benders,’ he said

As we headed sideways to Great Yarmouth

“Nows, this was before your new fangled “Aitch You Dees”,

We had to use a pen and paper,

The courier gave us a printed Google map, 

 - X marks the spot - he told us, as he drank his cider. 

“So me and Leafy, we gets to Great Yarmouth,

I tell you now, it’s lost its glamour.

Just a bunch of boarded up storefronts

From those years of Tory power. 

“Anyway, through Yarmouth me and Leafy go

On this moped from his brother

Up to the cabin on the cliff

That could withstand all kindsa weather.

“‘Bloody Cold,’ Leafy said,

Chattering, the poor lads teeth was

No problem there for me

I had my woolly socks and crocs on!

“‘Hush your whining,’ I said to Leafy,

‘All that piss’ll do you no good.

Find out where the fuckin lav is

And I’ll order in some Food.’

“So I get on the blower

As young Leafy goes for a slash

And I order like 3 pizzas, 

And I tell em that I’ll pay in cash.

“Turns out the fella who delivered

Was a bit of an entrepreneur,

So not only did we acquire the pizza

But a bag of Whizz and some great green herbs!

“Leafblower, in his search for a bog, 

Had found himself a different stench

In the basement of this cabin

There was in fact, a stillers bench.

“Oh the moonshine these lads had made

Stronger than a kicking mule,

Bitterer than Love’s last kiss

And tasted like you’re drinking stool.

“By fuck did we get wasted, lad,

By fuck did we get hammered.

By fuck, lad, did we get sozzled.

And paint the place with vomit after.

‘And on we partied many days, 

Until all that was left was whizz and thinner

And Leafy looked over at me

And said, ‘Dear chap, what’s for dinner?’

“And I looked at Leafy in new light, 

Like… what a handsome little brat

What strong pectoral muscles he had

But with this scintillating fat.

“And look, call it the drugs or whatever

But it was at that point that I knew

Young Leafblowers steak and kidneys,

Was gonna be my next meal.

“And yea, some conflict did ensue:

I chased him with a broken bottle,

He cried, and whined, and begged and pleaded,

Didn’t stop me slicing his wattle. 

“And as he bled out he cried a lot

For his muther and his father

And I was like ‘Blah Blah Blah Blah’

And started to prepare my supper. 

“Steak and kidney pie I made! 

Ale soaked rump, and chipolatas

Braised ribs, and bourguignon,

And all the foods that I was after.

“And after that, I came straight home

The orgy of eating sucked it out of me and

the violence, of course, the violence...

Tuckers me out something rotten. 

“Course the constabulary couldn’t leave well enough alone,

They came knocking at my door.

And when I say my door, I mean my door!

Cause I was back away from Great Yarmouth and all.

“Turned out they’d found a soggy sock!

Turned out it had a toenail clippin’!

Turned out their forensic investigations

Had me dead-to-rights at the scene!”

He (John) stared out over the landscape,

Rolling hills and setting sun.

I was about to ask another question

But turns out John just wasn’t done.

“So of course I served my time.

And I’m a model citizen now.”

And what, I asked, do you do for a living?

“Butcher.” he smiled, or maybe scowled.

I was out of questions now,

And so I paid him, tit for tat.

“Could never get the bugger out my teeth…”

And that (said John) ⁠is ⁠that.

#the lightning bottler #transcript #audio fiction #podcast #spotify #Spotify

[phanfictioncatalogue]

“Numbered” Fic Titles (2) Masterlist

Links Last Checked: June 25th, 2023

part one

1-800-GET-SOME - gorgeousdan

Summary: One night, Chris drunkenly suggested that Dan call a phone sex line to figure out his sexuality. Since then, Dan has been hooked on a person who works there, with a gorgeous deep chuckle and the name of Phil.

2:13 AM (ao3) - waytooobsessed

Summary: Dan has one of his occasional existential crises, luckily Phil is always there to comfort him.

3 Weeks Is Way Too Long - philingdan

Summary: Dan and Phil are bestfriends and they can’t spend three weeks apart from each other so they decide to go up north together. When they get there, Phil’s grandma insinuates something, and Dan has something to confess.

4/20 - danalingphil

Summary: Here’s a fic about Dan and Phil getting stoned

4A (ao3) - imnotinclinedtomaturity

Summary: Most people’s soulmate tattoos are fairly short – “excuse me” or “nice to meet you” were common phrases. Most people just don’t say that much in one breath to a complete stranger. Most people, however, are not Phil’s soulmate. Thus, while everyone else has pretty, dainty phrases on their forearms, Phil has an entire paragraph crammed between his elbow and his hand in teeny tiny print.

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Dan's a flustered mess when he finally meets his soulmate.

500 facts (ao3) - dxnise

Summary: That night, Phil couldn't stop admiring his pictures of a certain dimpled boy, and Dan dreamt of blue eyes, chaste touches and smiles that never fade.

505 (ao3) - lesthowells

Summary: They've shared hotel rooms more times than he can count, each time had different, somehow this felt almost completely new - four years, four hotels, four moments

6 Things Phil Regrets Ordering By Owl Post (ao3) - fourthingsandawizard

Summary: Dan confronts Phil about his obsession with ordering useless junk via owl post.

6:48 (ao3) - x_xemr

Summary: A fic based off of the song 'Boy in the Bubble' by Alec Benjamin.

Dan Howell's life is boring. He's not popular, daring or outgoing. But he craves excitement and the only person who can give him what he wants is the pained boy who hurts him-Lester.

7 Minutes (ao3) - aby55al (abyssa1)

Summary: Dan gets pulled into a game of Truth or Dare at a party with upperclassman Phil. Then they have sex.

7 Minutes (ao3) - saraswords

Summary: "Moments, memories, that’s all that Dan had left to relive, but he could only pick a handful. He only had 7 minutes after-all.

So…he picked. He chose his favorites, a compilation of small and big moments: lying in bed together, moving in together, slow dancing, life-changing questions, and simple nights.

And what they all had in common, was one person..."

7:30 Every Morning (ao3) - SweetHeavenlyFlower

Summary: Phil goes to school an hour early every morning to sit by the gate and listen to music. Dan is sick of being pranked by his younger brother and as a result meets Phil. The two bond over music and family drama.

7.45 AM (ao3) - TsingaDark

Summa try: Dan hates morning classes. The only thing that makes the one on Monday mornings somewhat bearable is the cute guy sitting in front of him.

10 Tips on Effective Communication for TAs (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan's a TA for an Intro to Philosophy class, and Phil's one of his students.

10x10, a hundred images of loving you (ao3) - silentOrator

Summary: Dan and Phil at Christmas through the years.

10:35 on a Thursday (ao3) - Fictropes

Summary: He’s tapping his pen against the paper, acting as though he isn’t asking Phil to take a sex quiz at 10:35am on a Thursday morning.

11 songs for Phan. (ao3) - phantasticjacky (danspastels)

Summary: Or: 11 Oneshots or drabbles that give me an opportunity to write down what's been an idea in my head all along.

I put my music on shuffle and wrote down the first 11 songs that played.

These songs will be my Phan tunes for this work.

12 Days of Phil (ao3) - septiplierhink

Summary: Dan gives Phil 12 gifts for the days leading up to Christmas. Two of them will last forever.

13 (ao3) - GoodGollyMissYollie (Yollie183)

Summary: Dan is home alone and frightening things start happening...

19 october (my heartbeat matches yours) (ao3) - natigail

Summary: First touches and moments.

It’s the same ten years later.

Well, almost.

20/20 Vision Forward (The Laser Eye Surgery Fic) (ao3) - Merrydith

Summary: Phil thought about what he had said. The line he had just crossed. Now as Phil was looking into the red light and the doctor was putting the finishing touches on his eye, he thought about what he had done. Phil was getting a permanent procedure done, all because he didn’t want to leave Dan after they had sex.

Just friends his ass.

21 thoughts I had today (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Dan doesn't have a voice in his head.

It's just a malfunction, a lack of one thing or another in a complex series of firing synapses and chemicals, but it always sounds like words.

25 - analester

summary: phil tries to treat dan to 25 things for his birthday

27. - tbfhlmao

Summary: another year, another year older.

or a brief introspection into dan's twenty-seventh birthday.

29 - dxnhowell

Summary: It’s Phil’s birthday and he can’t help but feel like 29 is a big number, but it’s a good thing he has his boyfriend to reassure him.

30 Days to Fall (ao3) - kawaiikanai

Summary: Dan’s scraped by in life, never really enjoying it due to persistent bullies, stern parents, and loneliness. When a mysterious man from his past tells him he only has 30 days left to live, he finally takes the initiative to make the best of what time he has left.

32 (ao3) - krissyxlove

Summary: When Phil is put on the spot, he panics. When he panics, he ends up ordering the entire menu.

50 Shades of Nope (ao3) - Do_it_with_the_Howell_Lesters

Summary: Dan and Phil finally get around to watching 50 Shades of Grey, (thanks to Anthony). The boys get annoyed about how unrealistically the film portrays dom/sub relationships, and Anthony has a few questions.

99 flake (ao3) - obsessivelymoody

Summary: Dan's mum takes him to an amusement park, and an unfortunate accident with ice cream leads to an encounter with an odd, but nice boy.

1000 Post-It Notes (ao3) - phansparent (lestershoweller)

Summary: Phil bets Dan that he can use up all the Sword Art Online post-it notes in one year. Whoever wins can make any request from the other, and the other will be forced to oblige.

1,460 Days - snlogger

Summary: Phil’s getting married and Dan’s his best man.

1997 (ao3) - transdimensional_void

Summary: Phil is just a nerd who is too scared to walk past the cigarette-smoking goth boy on the street corner, or nerd!Phil and goth!Dan are true 90′s kids (featuring the musical stylings of Tool and The Smashing Pumpkins)

1999 (ao3) - Emejig16

Summary: Pretentious 90s AU where Dan and Phil just hang out.

2,000 Light Years Away (ao3) - daisyxhead

Summary: As cliché as it sounds, Dan kind of got into punk music because of a certain wildly attractive lead singer.

2009, catboys (ao3) - Fictropes

Summary: “You have your own ears, can’t have four.”

“Why?”

7,500 Kilometers (ao3) - doinganap

Summary: 7,500 kilometers is a pretty large distance to bridge but Dan and Phil are trying. Or rather their cell phone connection is. It’s 2013 and Dan’s in India.

10,000 emerald pools (ao3) - kay_okay

Summary: “Want you,” he whispers, pressed secretive against Phil’s tongue. “Want you, want you.”

Phil smiles into their kiss, tightens the grip of his thighs. “You have me.”

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #numbered #numbered masterlist

[robert-j-t-wilson]

Chapter 6

Word Count: 945

Who doesn't love a good holiday, I was staying at Sandringham for Christmas, The Royal Family always knew how to celebrate the holidays being this time of the year, when they could see each other; On the actual Christmas Day I went to the Church Service, I might not be the most known member of the family but people knew who I was and that felt good, to have my work recognized by the citizens

"Sir, a phone call for you", said my driver Andre

"Who is it?", I replied

"They said that you know who, sir". Of course I knew who it was, it couldn't be another person than my little brother

"Hey, how are you Bert?, how is everything going with the family?", he sounded very happy, something that's not common at all, he was never a fan of Christmas but today, he sounded different

"Everything is good in here, I'm just heading to the chapel for the Christmas service", I wanted to ask about him but didn't have time for him to tell the whole story so I made a reminder to call him later in the week

"Well, I just call to say Happy Christmas dear Brother, I hope you enjoy it"

"Happy Christmas to you too, Reggie". He ended the phone call, I was very relieve, I hadn't talked to him in about 8 months, he was deployed with the Royal Navy, he had just been promoted to Captain; it had been hard for everyone, these was the longest period of time Gregory had been sent off, we all worried about him

The following days I kept in contact with my family, I was going to be at Balmoral before New Year's eve so we could celebrate it, being honest, my mind was busy thinking in Mycroft Holmes; we had worked together for a month now and it still felt wrong to spy him, I had always been good at reading people and when I properly met Mr. Holmes I couldn't, I just couldn't, something was blocking that ability

*A FEW WEEKS LATER*

"Admiral, the information we are about to get is going to be the last piece of the puzzle, we need that you listen to everything while writing it down to this piece of paper, are you understanding?", one of Mr. Holmes people was explaining everything and although I was listening I couldn't help but to see Mycroft Holmes sitting in a chair with a gray 3 piece suit without the jacket, he was concentrated in finding the informant, "Admiral, are you understanding sir?"

"Umm.. yes, yes I understood everything, can I ask, how far is the target" I asked

"She is located 300 meters away, we had a bomb threat and we weren't going to be able to get closer", said Mr. Holmes while still watching the screen

"Wait, 300 meters?, I have never listened to something that far, I'm not sure if I'm going to be able" I was not informed about it it caught me off guard, Mr. Holmes stood up his chair and approached me

"Well, you better be able to listen to every bit of the conversation, the entire operation depends on this, the Government depends on you Admiral", he was far too close I could swear I was able to feel his breath

"Alright but if possible, send most of the people out of the tent to a distance of 50 meters, too much people can cause distractions"

He just nodded and ordered everyone except from him to go out of the tent, he was staying due that when I concentrate on listening things that are really far, I'm in a vulnerable state. The conversation started a few minutes later, I was really concentrated, my hands at one point started trembling due to the speed, my brain was quicker than the actions I was making, if I reach a point where my brain can't keep up to the information anymore, it can actually expand itself to a point where it's life threatening, Mr. Holmes stayed there to help me in case that happened; a headache started to flood my brain shortly after the conversation ended, I fainted seconds after

"Where... where am I?", I murmured, I was really tired, my head felt as if it was going to explode and my body felt numb

"You are at the King's college hospital, you fainted a few minutes after you ended your job", the voice was distortion I couldn't identify whose voice it was

"And, who are y.." I couldn't finish the sentence, someone interrupted me

"Mr. Holmes, thank you for waiting here, I see your colleague is awake now, how are you feeling sir?", I recognized that it was the doctor but I was amazed of the fact that it was Mycroft Holmes the one who was sitting next to me

"I have a terrible headache and I have blurred vision", it was true, I was just able to see Mr. Holmes sitting in the couch reading a paper

"Well that is normal, your brain expanded a 10% of the normal size, we managed to reduced it to a 3 % but you will still be a bit affected until your brain reaches it's normal size"

"And that will be?", Mr. Holmes asked

"In about 1-2 hours max, after that you are free to go", I couldn't think on a reason for Mr. Holmes being there, I was bound to tell him that he could go but he wasn't going to; I left two hours after the doctor visited, I called my driver and left to my house. I had made my mind up that I couldn't spy Mycroft Holmes, I had to find the mole on my own before the time lapse ended.

@anonymoussherlockandmarvelgeek

#bbc sherlock #mycroft bbc #mycroft holmes #original male character

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Wednesday 27 July 1836

7 20

12 20

no kiss small rain and dull morning F62° at 8 ½ am having stood reading last night’s paper in my study - out - Turner brought 10 of the 1/6 stone posts – with Booth and Amos at the new cellar window Matthew and Sam B- and Benjamin at the run - Jack Green finishing puddling over the bridge arch on this side against the road wall - Wood and Richard (the Manns’ brother in law)mowing my 2 ¼D.W. of the Long field - breakfast at 9 ¼ in about ¾ hour - out again - 2 masons and 2 boys at the road wall against the cave - the 2 York joiners doing the top of the housekeeper’s bedroom that is to be - çidevant phaeton house - at Walker pit when George came about 11 to say Mr. Horner was come - A- had sent to know if I wished to see him - went home - he will try to give A- one lesson a week - I wished him to try to give 2 lessons a week - advised his son’s going to Rome instead of Paris - then out about - till came in at 12 ½ - Mr. Parker’s errand having come to me at the cave about 12 and given me a note from Mr. Adam ‘Madam - with your  permission we will inform Mr. Turner you are willing to pay the £2000 to the parties entitled to it on having 3 months notice, but that we should wish the opinion of a chancery Barrister to be taken before the money is paid - the interest for the infants share, will have to accumulate, unless Mr. Graham applies to the court of Chancery - we have not a copy of the trusts of the

SH:7/ML/E/19/0082

settlement, but we are inclined to think that the appointment of the £1200 is good and that the parties who, in case there had been no appointment, would have been entitled to the £2000 will now be entitled to the £800 - the balance in our favour on the a/c is £132.7.4 we are Madam your obedient servants Parker and Adam’ - wrote the above of today till 12 ¾ - then looking over Mrs. Fergusons’ deed of settlement of the £2000, and reading over her will and wrote rough draft of note to Messrs. P- and A- till out at 2 - A- off a few minutes afterwards to Cliff hill and back at or before 5 - with Wood and Richard - W- asked this morning for beer - had sent them 5 pints at noon - the bit of Long field mown off at 3 ½ - had sent Robert Schofield and Joseph Sharpe this afternoon to spread the grass - very thin and wiry and short and very little of it - not so much as on the grass plat mown every 2 or 3 weeks - there is still a leaking in the Low fishpond - had Wood and Richard turning the water drift run thro’ the Long brewing spout into the pool-drain - and turned the other water run off so that we shall see how fast the pond will empty - then sent Wood and Richard with Frank to get a few  more stone from the meer - Jack Green laying gravel on the walk about the pool this afternoon - with Messrs. Husband and Mawson at the meer till A- came for me about 5 ½ - had ordered about the goit to take the water into the meer - sauntered up the walk with A- we loitered in the garden eating fruit strawberries raspberries currants and I gooseberries the 1st this year - came in at 6 ½ - wrote the last 12 lines - and wrote and sent this evening my note to ‘Messrs. Parker and Adam solicitors H-x’ mentioned the mistake in my note of last night - immaterial - Mr. G- entitled to £1,200 + £400 if the £800 a lapsed legally - agree with Mr. Turner in thinking it is - if P- and A- have any doubt, or if P- still thinks (told me he thought so in speaking on the subject some while ago) may have a right to the whole £800 as administer to his 1st wife - then to get an opinion - the only question is whether the £800 is a lapsed legally or not - the deed of settlement is clear as to Mrs. F-‘s power to make a will - decline paying the whole £2000 to G- till more persuaded of his right to it than I am at present - should suppose he would be glad to arrange the matter without the interference of Chancery and let the money accumulate (4p.c. [?] interest) - but he will use his own discretion - I should be glad to get rid of the trust if I could tho’ I am not liable to the expense incurred on account of it - I am sir, etc etc check dated the 28th instant ‘I enclose you a check for the amount of the balance in your favour £132.7.4’ - Dobson came at 7 - dinner at 7 - then spoke to D- (he had waited ½ hour) - about the hole making to shew the low face of the Little marsh stone - said I had had it valued - but would not tell him at what - he asked if below or above 5/. - would not tell him, but said I myself thought it worth more than 5/. per yard to take it at a venture - said I should be glad if Hainsworth would give up the Whiskum road - to meet D- at 10 am tomorrow on the spot - coffee - A- did her French - she and I with my aunt from 9 to 10 (I asleep on the sofa) - then sat down with A- reading the newspaper and letter from Lady Stuart Whitehall till 10 ¾ - 3pp. of ½ sheet very kind letter - sorry to be disappointed of seeing me - has heard Lady Gordon’s report of the courier - puzzled by it - had got all ready for me - sends me the card of another courier - Joseph Crescentini 17 Duke street - fine day F56° at 11 25

[throne-anguis]

There is something hilarious about the idea of Temenos and Crick being the go-to guys to just drop off Moonshade Order Members at.

Like at first it was just Kazan and then Ori and oh okay I guess every single Moonshade Order who didn’t die is now in the apartment. It’s so awkward and this is a two person apartment and the original residents are dating and low-key the mood keeps on getting ruined by surprisingly Ori.

It 100% doesn’t help with Temenos looking sketchy as hell to his bosses but it is hilarious and leads to funny scenarios.

(Oboro: Hey Temenos so bad news, your non-official bosses tried to come in so I went and pulled the fire alarm in the building and microwaved the instant noodles without water so that something is actually on fire. Don’t worry, I framed your landlord on the arson, he’s an asshole and low-key I think he may be slightly homophobic so run his name through the Metaverse later.

Temenos: I’m sorry what?

Ori: Hey Temenos I turned on the sprinklers so there is no longer any fire.

Temenos: WHAT!?

Ori: I also threw out your wooden duck. Ducks shouldn’t cost $300. Me, Oboro, Tanzy, and Trousseau all think so and then I went and asked Ritsu who isn’t even apart of the Order but it was a good idea to kidnap him too but he thinks right.

Temenos: NO! NO DO NOT THROW OUT THAT DUCK! ARE ALL OF YOU OUT AND NOT IN THE BURNING BUILDING!?

Ritsu: Hi Temenos, it’s Ritsu. I managed to get them out through the fire escape but Trousseau may have went and punched your landlord in the face. We stopped the fire don’t worry and before you asked yes I went and put all your papers into Ziplock Bags. Trousseau won’t spill Purple Soda on them. I saved your duck and Ka- Oboro just went and got all of us out of handcuffs. Also Ori is right your duck fucking sucks.

Temenos: What!? When can he do that? And stop talking about Quackers!

Ritsu: Ugh Temenos, Quackers? Really? And Oboro knew how to do that since me and Hikari were 14! He got bored and handcuffed himself to Rai Mei during that time to see what happened and he had to get himself out after all of us found out that her exam date was today and not tomorrow and that the key was swallowed by Mikka’s Chicken.

Temenos: Oh my god he could have gotten out at any time-

Ritsu: Yeah whatever I’m taking Crick’s car by the way and I’m driving.

Oboro: Wait you’re driving RITSU NO I BANNED YOU FROM DRIVING AFTER I-)

This is absolutely chaotic and it shouldn't be any other way. The Moonshade Order members are slowly becoming an awful annoying family to poor Temenos and Crick who just want to be gay in peace. Crick is too mean to say no and Temenos (although tired) welcomes the chaos despite his actions.

When they're left alone Oboro becomes the parent here lmao. He's already taken care of Ori alone he has enough bad experience.

Ritsu has got to tell them all dumb stories about Hikari to make him look bad (while in fact they are all stupid reasons because Hikari has pretty much never done anything wrong in his life). That dumbass has been childhood friends with Hikari though so he's seen young Mugen too.

(Ritsu: Did I tell you guys about the time Hikari beat his brother in Smash he threw a chair at him and raged for like 3 hours. He didn't win once.

Ori: Skill issue.)

I can't remember Ori's canon age and I think she's supposed to be 17 or 18(?) but I always interpret her as a mentally ill 14 year old. She has to be besties with Trousseau and definitely made him drink the grimace shake.

Crick has to build a fortress around Quackers after the incident to save Temenos.

#persona octopath au #octopath persona au

[cloneboywonder]

I went to the mall and saw my favorite man at the media store there and when he saw me he pushed the little cart with the record shipment boxes to the front and then over to the record shelves and he held up his little paper and he was like “I saw we got a fall out boy one in!” And he was asked if I went over and found my indie one I wanted and I was like yes yes it’s the coke bottle one and he was happy I was able to get it bc they didn’t get any silly colors and he knows I like those ones. And then I was like peaking in the boxes and I was like “sorry I was being nosy” and he was like “oh go ahead :-)” and I asked if I could look in the big boxes and he was like ofc and then he talked to me while I looked about the new album and asked which songs I liked bc he didn’t listen yet and I told him fake out and muse and grudge were my faves so far blah blah and he was like “did you find anything in there?” And I was no but that’s okay I love looking :-) and then he said he was gonna check out the album and I like talking to him bc he just likes music and stuff so he asks about the sound and everything I had my little “it’s different but good” spiel bc like “I know they are not 20 yr old pop punkies anymore you know? They’re like 40 now!” And he thought was funny idk I was just like “I’ll probably like anything they put out bc I just love them! I’m just happy they are still creating together!” And I asked him about soundtrack vinyls and if they get them in a lot bc I was looking for the red/green pressing of the bmc soundtrack and he was on the other side and now that I’m thinking about it he def went over there to double check for me if they had it :-( and he was like maybe they will have it at the real record store and then he was telling me about the record store that we both go to and about the building and stuff and then he was making sure I knew how to look for record store day releases and when it was and told me I had to go this year and that our store would be best bc they always over order lol and I found the 2nd volume of fobs greatest hits cd and when I went to grab it he was asking me if there was anything good on it bc it’s the 2nd one and every time I go there I’m always talking about their old albums 😭 and I was like ummmm bob dylans good 😭😭😭 and I told him someday I’ll bring him a little cd playlist of good fob songs and he thought it was funny and he was asking about what I was still missing and I told him i actually moved to vinyls bc I had all the cds and that I needed the camo pressing of tttyg but that it impossible to find for not crazy LMAO next time I go I’ll tell him he needs to give me music ideas to listen to I love this guy so much he’s so nice and when I Ieave he’s always like “you can always call us and we will check our stuff for you!” and I always tell him “I do call I just never get to talk to you on the phone” 😭 and he was like “well I’ll see you here next time then!” I love people so sos so much I love people I love society I love people so much I literally go there to talk to him bc they never have anything he’s just fun and then my brother got home from Germany yesterday and I missed him and I picked him up and we went to my favorite bagel place <3 and he said he would go to record store day with me and then my mom took us to the grocery store and I got to play with my yoyo while we walked around <3 no one said anything about my bmc shirt sad but also preferable

#I cherish my every other week trip to a dying mall to talk to a man that’s my dads age <3 #there was another employee that was wearing a Scott pilgrim shirt and I was gonna tell her that another store had the special pressing #soundtrack vinyl but she looked like she didn’t want to talk to me and ended up walking away before I could tell her #that’s okay if I go bakc soon I’ll tell her #I’m glad I went in I hope he couldnt tell I had just been sobbing in my car 💀 #I actually am missing the two live cds but they wouldn’t get those in saur idk #I love my personal tumblr diary I love it here I love people I love you all #my posts

[flaresanimedump]

Ok ok I have thoughts about Monstrum Nox again.

1) Desperately wanting Jules got me through the earlier chapters. I love that boy. Also like that they didn't make him die, but it totally made sense given that Zola had been working on a cure as a side project for 500 years. It didn't seem like an asspull with that context. Very few diseases last 500 years. Jules's dad came along at just the right time.

2) Credo's laugh tic was the only annoying thing about him. He was the perfect brute character. Sadly I forgot about him the moment I got Jules.

3) Everything about white cat was bad. Everything. Her gift was the worst to use. Her plot was atrocious. "Stealing from the rich to give to the poor is bad, despite the fact that the poor are being taxed more because of the circumstances of their birth and my family's company is poisoning them." Even if she saw problems with her methods, the easiest thing to do would be to set up a partnership with the doctors that let the slum residents get free medicine for the poison her dad was filling them with. Pay their medical bills at the source, you walnut. Setting up a flower shop for them to spend their non-existent medicine money on as a way of making amends? Are you kidding me?

3.1) AND ANOTHER THING. The sidequest where her dad tells off that paper maker for having a shitty product shows that the writers have no clue how business deals work. If Pendleton said nothing about the quality as it declined (and the guy didn't know it was bad so we know he didn't), that shit's on him. Throwing away business partners of 100+ years the moment something better comes along without a goddamn word to why is in fact how you get backstabbed in the business industry (which is exactly what happened, and one day he's just going to get his ass assassinated).

4) Yufa fanclub, president: me.

5) I didn't love the switches between Adol and Adol. It was especially bad when I had to remember I couldn't double jump. But also the prison scenes were really boring.

6) Chatelard's point thing was infuriatingly pretentious. I wanted to kill him so bad. AND THEN THEY MADE ME SAD HE DIED WTF.

7) Chatelard and Lucien's brother were married.

8) Emo Adol. In 2019. Astounding. Amazing.

9) Aprilis and Zola were. The best. Aprilis really comes off as a total himbo when you take into account the fact that she climbs the bell tower to pose and grandstand like an emo before every battle and any time someone mentions Zola she's like "...yeah he's unique." meanwhile Zola's off killing god and everyone on the team is like "why did you even ally with this crazy mother fucker in the first place???" and she's like "well." and then Zola comes back and is like "so I successfully killed god for you Aprilis because he fucked up real bad, so I cleaned up his mess while I was at it and also gave my notes to this one doctor so we can cure your other friend and I can bring people back from the dead but I only care about you and like 4 other people so I'm gonna retire." And everyone is like "I;m, sorry what." and Aprilis is like "see."

10) there was nothing, nothing more satisfying than getting to kill the general who abandoned Chatelard to die, the bishop who was "just following orders" when he sentenced Aprilis to death, and the king who ordered Aprilis's death. Thank you Zola for giving me such intense catharsis this Christmas. Thank you Zola for tormenting them but not really being all that crazy about any of it. Zola I love you so much-

11) Zola picking up Grimnir's goddamn job and eventually being the reason the region even survived Grimnir's shitty plan. Zola being the only one who was looking to the future with respect to the Nox. Zola becoming god-adjacent just to save Aprilis and their friends. Zola retaining that power after the nox was gone, but having achieved his goal, putting himself back in his own ancient body. Despite having the ability to create new bodies which he actively did for Doll. Just because he didn't do any of it for himself. He didn't even need to live with the friends he worked tirelessly, for centuries, to give normal lives to. He only wanted them to live and be happy all along. He never lost sight of that goal and he retired and gave up all his power the moment he reached it. He could still do it again but he won't. Because he's THE BEST FUCKING BOY OH MY GOD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

12) me sitting there in love with Zola cheering him on like "do you want help Zola sir you seem like you've taken on a lot and I can do legwork like a champ" until he says "I pulled the gods out of your memory, Adol!" and my reaction was literally "oh no honey there's a reason Adol killed them..." was quite possibly the greatest gameplay experience I've had in a decade.

#ys ix monstrum nox #I loved so many characters in this #and then Zola came along and blew them all out of the water #look at him go

[ahundredtimesover]

Inevitable (03) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader (ft. ot6)

Genre/Tags: exes au, parents au, baseball player!JK; angst, fluff, smut (18+)

Series Warnings: foul language, alcohol consumption, minor character death, explicit sexual content in future chapters (oral, unprotected/protected sex but be safe please!)

Chapter Word count: 7.7k

Summary: You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.

A/N: I do love me some angst but I enjoy writing soft moments just as much. I hope you enjoy this one, too! Thank you for the appreciation for this story :) Also, you can message me if you want to be part of the taglist (or if I missed tagging you)!

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The place that Jungkook chose is a little French cafe that has a light and airy feel to it, and you think it’ll help Jungwon feel a little less intimated. There also aren’t many people around, which is surprising for a Saturday brunch hour. 

You make out the table far back, by the glass window where you can see the flowers outside. Next to Jungkook is Jin, then Namjoon and Ara. The empty seats reserved for you and Jungwon are those in front of Jungkook and beside him.

You approach them, with everyone except for Jungkook - who just nods at you - standing up to give you a hug, with Jin spending more time than usual. With everything that’s happened, you didn’t realize how much you’ve missed your friends, too. They were collaterals of this whole ordeal; now you’re glad that you feel like starting over with them as well.

Jungwon stands behind you, arms wrapped around your waist when Jin comes close. He’s an unfamiliar face so it’s natural for the little one to be shy and hide behind you, like what he usually does, but he loosens up when you talk to him and make him feel comfortable, so you excuse yourself because you want him to feel comfortable around Jungkook.

You find an empty chair by the wall and sit Jungwon there.

“Hey sweetcheeks, we’re going to meet some of Mama’s friends, okay? They’re new people but they’re very kind and funny,” you say, kneeling down in front of him. 

You get the brown backpack he’s wearing and take out his stuffed elephant, one of his many playmates that he likes to bring around. You place Mr. Choochoo in his arms, explain to him what you’ll do and that he can have some sweets later. 

“Okay, Mama. I want some cookies,” he says in his tiny voice. 

You tell him you’ll order some and pinch his cheeks, then you kiss his forehead, causing him to giggle, and you kiss him some more because you know this also makes him feel relaxed. 

Jungkook watches from afar, the pang on his chest reminding him of the time lost, and he wonders if he’ll ever be like that with his own son. Jungwon is at a critical stage where trust is being developed, and Jungkook wants to be someone whom his son can trust. 

The feeling in his chest grows as you approach them again. You give him a smile and help seat Jungwon next to his father.

“You remember the other day when you broke your airplane? Someone fixed it for you, right?” You ask.

Jungwon nods, eyes still focused on you.

“Good, because he’s here. Look,” you say, pointing to Jungkook. “He’s the kind man who helped you.”

Jungwon turns and looks at Jungkook, who returns his curious gaze with a grin. The little one is probably familiarizing himself with the man in front of him, as he nods and shyly smiles. 

“Hi, buddy. I’m Jungkook,” he says and waves. “What’s your name?”

“Jungwon,” he whispers.

“How old are you?”

He responds by raising his hand to show four fingers. 

“And when’s your birthday?”

“July 6!” Right as he answers, it registers to him, causing him to beam, the kind that reaches his cheeks and Jungkook’s heart is soaring. And just like that, the pang in his chest is gone.

You mirror Jungwon’s smile, knowing that’s enough of an icebreaker. He’s a sensitive kid who remembers kindness, and that day at the grocery, he saw it in Jungkook. You could chalk it up to some father-son connection if you like, but you also know that Jungwon tends to gravitate towards other gentle people, too.

The brunch goes surprisingly well, with Namjoon directing the conversations, knowing that it would still take some time to really settle into what was once familiar. 

Days like this used to be a weekly engagement filled with jokes and unfiltered comments and hand holding between you and Jungkook, but everyone seems to be careful, reserved, almost unsure, like the glass will break at any wrong move. 

Perhaps you’re all just giving this time for both father and son to be familiar and comfortable with each other. You know it will take a while but it’s something you don’t mind at all. 

Jin is talking about his recent trip to Japan and his new ideas for another restaurant and you’re engrossed in his stories, until soft laughter catches your attention. 

You turn to Jungwon, who’s laughing at Jungkook as he uses the macarons for eyes and makes weird faces, the latter pulling the sweets apart into smaller pieces and giving them to Jungwon who easily chews them. He offers Jungkook pieces of his cookies too, who dramatically devours them.

“My cookies!” Jungwon giggles.

You soften at the sight and excuse yourself before tears pour out and you will yourself to get it together in the washroom. You knew it was going to be a heartwarming proper meeting of the two but you weren’t ready for that kind of moment. 

For all his shyness, Jungwon seems to be really comfortable with Jungkook, who’s doing so well, too, letting your child take the lead, not forcing anything, and being his usual sweet self. 

Soon enough, brunch is over and you inform them of having to leave right away to make it to Jungwon’s dentist appointment in time. You place him in the car seat and turn to Jungkook, who’s now able to properly look at you, probably for the first time this whole day.

He opens his mouth to say something but his eyes lock in on your neck instead, a familiar piece of jewelry gracing the delicate feature. He stills and you’re confused, until you realize he’s looking at the necklace you’re wearing, the one with the moon and stars that he’d given you on your first year anniversary. 

He told you that it was because you light his darkest nights and you squirmed at the cheesiness, smacking his arm and threatening him of getting rid of it if he ever spewed disgusting shit like that again. He loved that reaction, but deep down, you both knew that he was telling the truth. 

It was that piece of him you could keep to yourself, one you didn’t have to share nor explain to anyone else. Out of everything you kept of your time together, the necklace was the only thing that didn’t make you break down every time.

You keep your thoughts at bay then nod at him and ask him what he meant to say.

“I’d really like to do this more,” he utters, eyes on your face now. “And not just on weekends. Whenever we can work out a schedule, that would be great. I mean, he and I have so much to—“

“Of course, Jungkook,” you cut him off, knowing he meant to say that there’s so much time to make up for and you don’t want today’s meeting to end on that note. “Let’s work something out, I’m sure Jungwon would love that, too.”

You exchange numbers, as well as awkward smiles, like you’re some teenagers saying goodbye on their first date. It’s a little refreshing though - way better than the last time when he was shouting and crying in front of you. 

Any passerby may think it’s the makings of a romantic relationship, but if they only knew. You loved this man, and quite frankly, you’re unsure if you ever stopped.

“I’ll see you again, yeah?” You finally say.

“Okay then. I’ll see you.”

**

It’s not lost on you and Jungkook that you’re both on very unfamiliar territory. 

During your time together, you’d had moments wherein you weren’t particularly fond of each other or weren’t in the mood yet had been comfortable in the silence. The tension was never overwhelming and you just let the moment pass until all was good again. 

The longest fight you had lasted for 3 days. Yoongi called for a celebratory dinner over his song making it to the top of the charts and you were ignoring Jungkook, who sat next to you talking to your other friends. 

It was  an hour later when he eventually pulled you in a hug, and whispered that he missed you and won’t be drinking banana milk for a whole week as punishment for accidentally deleting your entire midterm paper. You caved in then, laughed and deemed it punishment enough, and spent the rest of the night working on said paper in your dorm, a behaved Jungkook playing mobile games next to you.

When it came to both of you, no silence was too loud, no conversation was ever unwanted, and no moment was ever too tense and uncomfortable. 

Except for that time in your apartment. 

And maybe now, when you’re both seated in front of each other, Jungwon to your left and of all times, decided that he just has to finish coloring the butterfly from his art class. There are two seats that have been empty the past 15 minutes, and you and Jungkook have been engulfed in the most awkward silence there is, even with the background chatter of the restaurant you’re in.

Days after the brunch and official meet up almost two weeks ago, Jungkook had asked to grab dinner - you picked up Jungwon from daycare after you were off at 6PM and headed to the restaurant with Taehyung in tow, only to find Jimin accompanying his best friend. Two days later, the same thing happened, only with Namjoon and Jin that time. 

The Sunday after that, you had both Namjoon and Taehyung with you - because your brother wouldn’t confirm immediately and you needed a backup - as you and Jungwon walked to the park, only to find Jin and Jimin there as well. Everyone, of course, burst out laughing but neither you nor Jungkook found it funny. 

“What are we, your chaperones?” Jin had asked then, laughing at the whole situation upon realizing what you and Jungkook had both been up to, calling up friends to join you on the weekly father-and-son dates. “You’re both adults who can very well manage conversations, don’t you think?” Jin continued.

You and Jungkook had shyly stolen glances at each other, nervous to be caught looking at the other’s reaction, because Jin had been right. You can only wonder what Jungkook's reasons are but you were calling them up to accompany you because you don’t actually know how to carry a conversation with Jungkook anymore. 

You don’t know what to say that isn’t an apology, you’re nervous to talk about Jungwon and make Jungkook feel bad again for how much he’s missed out on, and you can’t really talk about yourself because this isn’t about you - it’s about your son and the relationship he needs to develop with his father.

Never mind the feeling of longing, of the curiosity over what made Jungkook come home, of the interest in his life in the US and how he’s been doing. 

Never mind that you want to hug him because everything has been overwhelming and Jungkook always knew how to make you feel better with his hugs and caresses. You don’t have that right anymore, you think. You don’t have the right to ask about his life after you broke his heart, you don’t have the right to miss him, nor to get to know him all over again. 

You need your brother and your best friend not just to carry conversations but also as support when you feel weak, as you observe Jungwon be so natural around his father. 

Jungkook had only introduced himself by his name but Jungwon had taken to calling him Cookie Monster since their moment during that first brunch. No uncle, no anything, and you hope it stays that way. 

Jungkook had also been bringing different brands of chocolate milk and you’d overheard him describe the taste and texture like a 4 year old would understand, and Jungwon had been asking you to buy each brand that Jungkook had introduced. 

You'd heard him ask your son about his favorite animals, what he likes to eat when he’s sad or happy, and what his favorite bedtime stories are. You’d felt your heart balloon in size at this, how careful and thoughtful Jungkook still is, how gentle and caring, and how careful, seeing as he stops himself from ruffling Jungwon’s hair or engulfing him in a hug. 

You felt like crying when you’d seen your son answer every question with enthusiasm then ask Jungkook the same things, too, and even more when he finishes coloring and tugs Jungkook to ask if he likes it.

It’s those moments that break and hold you up at the same time. It hurts to be reminded of what you deprived them of but it’s also comforting to see how natural everything has been for them. 

Jungwon is shy but gravitates towards those he connects with, that he feels comfortable around, people who are like him. It’s why he’s very fond of Taehyung, and why he runs to Namjoon to be carried on his shoulder or to be tossed in the air because your brother may be serious yet clumsy but he’s careful and gentle when it comes to your son.

You used to think that if you hadn’t been a single parent, Jungwon wouldn’t be as close to you, seeing your lack of gentleness. You’d only learned to be so because you’d treated him like a fragile being, out of the fear of what would’ve happened if the fetal distress wasn’t detected as early as it was. If anything, your son has taught you to be more tender, affectionate, more loving.

You cried so many nights in the room you shared with him, and you wanted to believe that his lack of crying as an infant was because he was giving you the time and space for it, that it was okay. He was quiet, barely caused trouble, and you also believed it was his way of telling you that you can depend on him not to make things too hard, too. You’d held him so tightly every night as he grew older, and he learned to do the same. 

In the moments that he'd caught you breaking down because of work or other things, he’d climb on your lap and hug and kiss you until you stopped crying. Like that one time when you randomly went on social media and saw the engagement rumors between Jungkook and Korean-American model-actress Maia Park. It was two years ago. It’s what also convinced you to finally, finally let Jungkook go and move on. 

Jungwon hugged you until he fell asleep, and you hugged him even tighter, as the hope of you three being a complete family died that day. Since then, you’d stopped checking social media and stopped religiously following the Dodgers’ games, only using them as background noise since Jungwon somehow found throwing and hitting balls amusing. Like father, like son, you used to think. 

You don’t realize you’d reminisced again until your phone beeps, the same time as Jungkook’s does. You’ve been in this restaurant for over 15 minutes and your friends are never late.

“Jimin says that he was asked to stay for costume fitting,” Jungkook says, reading the text message.

“Taehyung says that he tripped on a block and ended up splashing the entire paint can he was holding on his wall and it looks like the shape of a pretty tree and now he’s filled with inspiration and wants to repaint it,” you say in one breath, causing Jungkook to laugh at your deep exhale after.

“Hmm, very original,” he says.

“Very Taehyung, you mean. At least Jimin’s excuse is more believable,” you answer back.

“Well, they pulled the stops tonight, didn’t they? Reminds me of that time when Yoongi treated all of us because his song topped the charts. He said that he actually just had a minimal role and that wasn’t a cause for a celebration,” Jungkook shrugs. “You’d been mad at me for days and I kept complaining so they admitted setting it up so we could see each other.”

“Are you serious? All this time? I was so proud of Yoongi for that, kept bragging to my friends that he was big time because of that song,” you laugh, willing your heart to not go overboard with its beating because the most that Jungkook has spoken to you when he wasn’t angry, it’s to recall a memory of you together. 

“Well, they tricked us then but they’re very transparent right now.”

You laugh again and you pinch yourself for overreacting to not-so-funny statements. You hate that even after all this time, Jungkook still makes you feel giddy. Now, there’s just an added desire for him to pay attention, for you to impress him, a complete opposite of how you started years ago.

It’s silent for a while, and you and Jungkook turn to Jungwon at the same time, probably thinking the same thing that the kid will be your distraction but his eyes have been focused on the butterfly, and he’s not budging. Not even when you ask how he’s doing because he just replies with a hum and you know that’s code for don’t disturb me, I’m busy. 

“We should order,” Jungkook finally says, and it takes another couple of minutes before you both decide on what you’ll have. 

With no other source of distraction, Jungkook settles on making the first move.

“So… how are things? How’s work?” He asks, sipping on his glass of water like it’s the tastiest thing in the world.

“Good. I, uhm, work for an events management company so we do parties, fundraisers, bazaars, things like that. It’s a lot of work but my boss is very kind and lets me take some days off to compensate for working on weekends and stuff,” you respond, willing yourself to be more comfortable.

“Oh, so it’s not the marketing firm anymore, that’s great. Namjoon said you worked over 12 hours then and I can’t imagine how tiring that must be.”

“You talked to my brother… about me?” You ask, trying not to read into it much. You assumed they only talked about meeting Jungwon, but Namjoon never mentioned anything more and you wonder why.

“Yeah, I just, uh…” Jungkook stammers, trying to come up with an excuse but he knows you’ll see right through him.

“I just asked how things were for you during uh, the pregnancy, and after.”

“Why?”

“I just wanted to know if there were any issues with Jungwon’s birth, you know? Wanted to know if he got everything he needed…”

You wince at the insinuation that you wouldn’t make sure that Jungwon would get everything he needed and Jungkook picks up on this and tries to save himself before it’s too late, before you think he’s an asshole for making such an assumption.

“I mean, of course he did. Not that I don’t think you didn’t make sure he got the best of everything.”

“I tried my best, Jungkook, and you’ve spent time with Jungwon. He’s doing well, I’d like to think that has much to do with how I raised him,” you say, your tone a mix of sadness and anger. You never had to defend yourself for how you raised your child, especially not to his father. But you also can’t blame Jungkook, especially when you’re the one who didn’t make him a part of your son’s life. 

“I know, he’s such a smart and kind child. I didn’t mean to imply that you didn’t do your best. That came out wrong, I’m sorry,” he says, and you believe him. “I guess I just wanted to ask if there was anything lacking or that needed extra attention so I’d know what to compensate for, like medical bills or vitamins or other things?” 

He’s right, and it makes sense. It definitely has nothing to do with him asking how you were doing, how the pregnancy and the aftermath was like for you. 

“What about school? Other activities like sports or art clubs? Maybe he’s into music, we can enroll him in—”

“Jungkook…”

“Please don’t tell me not to help financially because you know I will. Not just because I’m obligated to but because I want to,” he sighs.

“Yeah, I guess we need to talk about that…” You say nervously.

“I can cover everything he needs. Does he need to switch to a better school? He’ll be in primary school next year, right? Are there other toys he wants? Maybe I can—“

“I’m doing perfectly fine in providing those, Jungkook. He doesn’t need ‘more’ or ‘better.’”

“I’m not saying you aren’t, I’m just saying I can help so that…”

He holds your gaze, knowing he can’t make you feel like he’s antagonizing you. When he asked Namjoon what you went through, he admits he wanted to feel some form of pity, as if to mask or replace the overwhelming feeling of pain and anger. Anything would’ve been better than those. 

After that, the feeling turned to sadness, to helplessness, like defeat, knowing there was nothing he could’ve done to make it easier for you, to make you understand that you didn’t have to do it all by yourself just because you made a decision all on your own.

Having spent even just a short amount of time with Jungwon, he knows that his son was very much loved, was given all the best things in the world and that’s because of you - you who refused to give him less, you who worked so hard and gave everything you could, running on the sheer amount of love you have for your child even if things were difficult. Jungkook doesn’t want you to feel alone, especially in providing for Jungwon. 

What Namjoon said hit him, how you only ever asked help if it was about your son, but never when it was about you. Jungkook knows you still wouldn’t, so he’ll make sure to ease the financial burden, the worry, the stress, the amount of time you spend taking care of your child that’s taken away from the time you spend taking care of yourself. 

Because he’s noticed - he’s noticed the bags under your eyes, the slight shaking of your hands that’s probably from the excessive amount of caffeine intake, your work phone that constantly buzzes even when you’re off the clock, your consumption of sodas that signifies your heightened stress. 

There’s a droopiness to your face, a mark of tiredness that’s laid permanent residence in your whole being. He doesn’t even wanna ask when the last time you had proper rest was. 

“I’m saying I can and want to help so you can have time for yourself, too,” he continues. “So you won’t feel the need to clock in extra hours or take extra jobs, so you can have actual time of not worrying about anything. I mean, kids can sense if their parents are stressed and they can acquire that...”

Your eyes widen at his statement again, causing him to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration because he’s really not saying this the way he wants to, but then he also doesn’t know how to tell you these things without him sounding like he believes you’re not good enough for Jungwon. Because you are, more than he can imagine. 

“I’m terrible at this,” Jungkook says.

But you laugh. You laugh because he looks stressed and worried over what he’s telling you but you get him. Mad as he was a few weeks ago, you know he’d never harbor such terrible feelings towards you to the point of doubting your capabilities as a mother. 

You wish he means more, though, but you settle for this. He will help in all ways he can because he doesn’t want you to be too stressed out. Jungwon is at the age where he can pick these things up; your habits are things he can acquire and you don’t want that.

“It’s okay, I understand,” you smile, and it’s the softest one you’ve given Jungkook since he’s arrived. 

“Jungwon will be starting primary school next year so there’s this kindergarten I saw; they balance the learning with the arts really well and they do a lot of field trips and I think it’s a good transition to first grade.”

“That sounds really good. So that’s where you plan to enroll him this fall?”

“Yeah. It’s private though, and it’s affiliated with the primary school I was hoping to enroll him in next year, that’s also private. I was gonna get a loan from the bank and—”

“I’ll take care of it, don’t worry. I can take care of his fees in kindergarten and daycare too, if you don’t mind.”

“That’s too much, Jungkook.”

“It’s not. You’ve worked too hard the past 5 years. You can take care of the other essentials because you know him best. Let me take care of the others, and vitamins too and check ups and stuff. Please.”

He’s insistent and you know he won’t budge. You also know it’s his right and obligation to do all this.

“Okay, then. Whatever I save can go to his college fund.”

“Which I’ll also be contributing to…”

“Yes, that’s correct,” you smile. 

The food arrives and the silence isn’t as suffocating. It’s a first step, deciding on the financial aspect of raising your child. You know there are many others, but there’s definitely one very important one to discuss.

Jungkook clears his throat and peeks at Jungwon who’s busy with his stew, mindless of the others around him, with you constantly wiping his cheeks and reminding him to drink his water. You turn to Jungkook with a curious gaze.

“When can we uh, tell him about me?”

Of course. When will you tell your son that Cookie Monster is actually his father? 

“Oh, uhm. Well. He’s definitely comfortable around you already. But I think it’ll take some more time. I don’t wanna rush him because it’s big news since it’s just been me and his uncle Taehyung and uncle Namjoon for a long time and…”

“No one else?”

“What do you mean, no one else? I mean of course there’s Jimin but they don’t see each other as much and…”

“You know what I mean,” he says softly, as if he doesn’t want to directly say it.

“Oh. Uhm. Well, I dated someone before but like, it wasn’t—“

“Did he want to be Jungwon’s father? Did Jungwon like him?”

“I don’t introduce men I go out with to Jungwon, Jungkook. I mean, the men know I have a son but I never introduce them.”

“Why not?”

“Why do you need to ask? It’s only you. It’s always just gonna be you.” 

“Has he asked about… me?”

“Just twice. He’s curious but he doesn’t dwell on it.”

Jungkook just nods, taking everything in.

“I always planned on telling you, Jungkook. I hope you know that. I just needed the right time, and I had to figure it out especially after your en…” You pause, hoping not to open this can of worms because things are already going well.

“My what?”

“Your supposed engagement with…”

“Those were rumors, ___. We were never engaged, never planned on it,” he corrects.

“So you two aren’t…?”

“We broke up over a year ago.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in.

“Relieved?” He smirks.

“Just thought that, you know, Jungwon will have another mother and he’ll call her like, Mommy or Mother or something and she might be more fun and gorgeous and—“

“Hey,” Jungkook interrupts your rambling. He chooses not to comment on your now glassy eyes, which stare at his hand that’s found itself on top of yours. He immediately removes it and calls for you to look at him.

“That’s not happening, okay? And if I did marry someone else, that woman will just be a stepmother by name. You’re Jungwon’s mother, the only one. No one will be more fun and gorgeous in his eyes, you got that?”

“Yeah,” you mumble. “Thank you.”

You decide to dial it back before your thoughts go elsewhere. “But going back to your question, let’s play it by ear, is that okay? He’s very attentive so he’ll maybe ask more about you one day. I also don’t want to rush him.”

“Sure, I mean. I don’t wanna scare him away too. We’ve been making progress.”

“I know! He’s very natural around you.”

“Doesn’t mind me when he’s coloring or eating, though,” Jungkook pouts.

“You’re not alone in that,” you laugh. “This one time, he was coloring this picture of a unicorn and I was trying to get his attention because it had been a long day and I wanted a hug and he shushed me and told me to be quiet. Like, this little kid really shushed me, huh?”

“Is he really as sweet as we believe him to be?” Jungkook laughs.

“Actually, when he was finished, he went to my lap and hugged and kissed me, told me not to be sad anymore.”

“Okay I’ll never doubt him again,” he smiles.

“And then there was one time, I baked muffins and I asked him to try so he was nibbling the edges, then the crown. And he was taking his time! And I kept asking if it was good and he was just humming until there was just the center left that had some chocolate custard and he ate it in one bite and was just smiling at me then…”

You pause at Jungkook’s longing smile, the kind where he’s happy but also wishes he’d been there.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t…”

“No, no. Please. I wanna hear these stories. Don’t hold back. Don’t mind how I react,” Jungkook explains. “At least I won’t have to imagine how he was like growing up.”

Your heart warms at this, at the shift from the angry man the other week to one who’s now softening at the stories of your son, something that’s making you feel a hundred times better. 

Jungkook meant it when he said that he just wants to focus on what happens next. He’s spent so many sleepless nights thinking about the night of the break up, what went wrong, how different things would be, all the what if’s in your relationship, and in his relationship with his son. 

He has let himself feel all the negative emotions towards you and he didn’t like it, didn’t like that he could feel all that for the woman who’d been his world, his light, the love of his life. He doesn’t want to focus anymore on the time lost but on the time he can make up for, for the time that he now has. 

You indulge him, tell him stories about Jungwon, how he was a little late with talking and used to write letters from right to left, how you worried about this but how it was easily addressed, being that Ara is a developmental pediatrician and had taught you different practices to ensure his speech and cognitive skills are in tune with his developmental stage. 

You talk about his first steps, his first trip to the park, and how he’s afraid of the water - just like his mother, Jungkook says. You talk about how he likes fish so much so he doesn’t eat them, but that he loves vegetables and would only throw tantrums if he doesn’t get to eat sweets. 

And you talk about how respectful he is, charming in his own shy and soft ways but a fighter all the same, how he’s very smart and can do many things on his own.

“He really took the best parts of us, don’t you think?” Jungkook says, as he looks at Jungwon who’s coloring a ladybug this time. “Strong and independent like you, charming and cute like me?”

You burst into laughter. “You think those are your best qualities?” You ask.

“I mean there’s more and I could definitely list them all now but also, look at him! He’s so adorable, and he got that from me!”

“He is, and he did get that from you, I won’t lie,” you say, something that you always thought about, how the universe was cruel and wonderful at the same time for gifting you a child who looks just like the man you loved with all your heart, who reminded you everyday of what you lost and of, ironically, what you still had. 

“He has your lips, though, and those scrunched eyebrows when he’s focused,” he points out, and he says it with so much affection. “I’m sure there’s more he got from you and I can't wait to discover them all.”

“Me, too, Jungkook. Me too,” you say, ignoring the thrumming of your heart.

It’s Jungwon’s yawn that forces you and Jungkook out of your bubble again, not realizing the time that’s passed. You’re glad you had an early clock out today so at least it’s not yet too late and the little one can make it to bed on time. 

The dinner ends and Jungkook walks you and a sleepy Jungwon to your car, the silence a welcome one this time.

“So, I have a busy rest of the week so uhm, can we meet on Saturday? There’s a park with this cool playground near my apartment; I think Jungwon will like it there. We can have lunch after,” Jungkook says as you close the backseat door.

“Of course! Just text me the address and the time and we’ll be there,” you respond, liking this new dynamic between the both of you, texting each other on when and where to meet, freed up schedules and all. 

You both stand there awkwardly though, unsure how exactly to end the night, given that your friends had ditched you both. Your phones beeping saves you this time.

“How was it?” You and Jungkook say at the same time.

“They’re not even being subtle about it,” he laughs. 

“I bet they’re actually together right now, thinking of the best time to message,” you say.

“Probably not expecting we’d go on this long, too,” he mumbles, peering up to look at you with that shy smile of his, and you hope there’s no physical manifestation of how flushed you are right now.

“It was a good night. Thank you, Jungkook.”

“Thanks, too. So, uh, I’ll go ahead,” he says, then nods and turns away. It was a good night, and it was the first time that he felt comfortable, light. Like things were okay, like things are really going to get better. 

His mind goes back to weeks ago at your apartment - how he acted, the anger seeping through him, and how you looked - tears falling helplessly down your cheeks, a sight he’s never seen before, and one he doesn’t want to see again. He couldn’t hold you then, he didn’t have the mind nor the heart to. He’s not sure if he’s ready now, so he settles with words instead.

“___,” he calls out.

You turn around, not really expecting anything else, and for a moment, your heart stops beating.

He walks towards you with a shy look on his face, although his eyes avoid yours.

“I just, uh. I just wanted to apologize for that day at your apartment when I—“

“Jungkook, you don’t have to—“

“Just let me, please,” he interjects you this time, his voice soft, and a long breath escapes him. “I’m sorry.”

“I won’t accept it. You shouldn’t be sorry for the things you said because they’re what you felt. They’re warranted and—“

“Then I’m sorry for how I said them. That’s, that’s not who I am. You didn’t deserve that,” he stammers.

“I did,” you respond, and there’s a pang in his chest at your resigned tone. “And it’s okay. I would’ve reacted the same way.”

“I know I’ll never truly understand why, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t appreciate everything you’ve done for him.”

“He might’ve been unplanned but it doesn’t mean he’s a mistake. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me,” you say, meeting his eyes.

It’s a moment you share that needs no words, and Jungkook nods and leaves it at that because deep in his heart, he knows that Jungwon is the best thing that’s ever happened to him, too.

“Text me when you get home, okay?” He says.

You mumble an okay and head out, forcing yourself to stop smiling like an idiot the whole drive back home.

[To: Jungkook] We’re home. Thank you again.

[From: Jungkook] Alright! I had a really good time tonight. Sleep well, you two. Good night :) 

And with that, you don’t stop smiling like an idiot until you fall asleep.

**

You trip over trains and dolls on the floor, hastily putting them in the box that houses most of Jungwon’s toys. You place all the laundry in the washing machine, quickly fix your bed, and remove the clutter on the coffee table. 

By some not-so-great turn of events, you had a client schedule a 2PM meeting on a Saturday that you couldn’t turn down, which meant that you then had to meet your team at 11AM to prepare. 

You’re glad that Jungkook didn’t make a fuss about it when you called him in the morning, saying that you can’t make it to the park like you agreed to do. You trust him dearly but it’s still too early in the getting-to-know-you stage, so you’re not sure how Jungwon will take it if he spends the day with Jungkook without you. You expected him to reschedule but said his Sunday is full and asked if he could just go to your place instead.

“He and I can just play or watch cartoons, is that okay? I was really hoping to spend today with him but if it’s too much, that’s fine,” Jungkook said over the phone.

You didn’t have the heart to turn him down so you agreed. 

You tried to do whatever cleaning up you can manage because you didn’t want him to judge you for still being a little messy and you wanted everything organized while you focused on your meetings.

With Jungwon bathed and with snacks placed on the table, you think you’re ready for your guest, who should be arriving right about now.

The doorbell rings and it’s a familiar sight, but a welcome one. You lead Jungkook in, tell him it’s just a humble one-bedroom apartment and he waves you off. He settles the lunch he bought on the table - noodles and seafood pancakes, Jungwon’s favorites, you'd mentioned. 

“He’s in the room, I’ll go get him,” you say, and walk the several steps to your bedroom.

Jungkook looks around and takes it in. He was too angry the last time he was here so he didn’t pay much attention. It’s pretty clean, he thinks, and laughs at the thought that you probably did a quick clean up before he arrived since you’re not usually this organized. Or maybe that’s changed with you too, as with other things. 

“Hey, buddy,” Jungkook greets. He kneels and tells Jungwon that they’ll be spending time today while Mama works and Jungwon says he’s excited. He leads Jungkook to your not-so-grand living room and takes out some dinosaurs from one box, mumbling about them being in trouble, then opens another one. 

“Then Ironman saves them all!” Jungwon announces. 

The look on Jungkook’s face is unrivaled, the kind you secretly have been hoping for, hence why you deliberately kept this from him; you wanted Jungwon to be the one to reveal his undying love for the superhero. You’re surprised he’s never mentioned it before, but you also think that he wanted to show-off his toy collection first.

“You’ve been holding out on me!” Jungkook tells you. “He… We… We both believe in Ironman supremacy, ___. He’s really my—”

You nudge his shoulder before he prematurely reveals the truth, and you laugh at his expression and his wide eyes as he goes through the Ironman box because of course it has its own, as all the toys are delicately placed inside. 

Jungkook is in awe but really, it’s not much. They’re all just different versions of the same dolls and cars. You’ve tried to limit this because Jungwon will outgrow them at one point, but thinking about Jungkook’s continued love for the superhero, you think Jungwon actually might not.

The two get in their groove immediately and sit side-by-side, Jungwon introducing each of his toys because each Ironman has a different name. Jungkook indulges him and starts making sounds and Jungwon joins him until it’s just a chorus of pppshssss and bangbangbang and pfffffftpboom and you can’t help but laugh along. 

Taehyung always deemed those superhero movies to be too loud so he wasn’t into the toys either, and Namjoon would always end up explaining the science and ethics of superpowers as if his nephew is one of his college students, so for Jungwon to have someone who just gets him, even if it’s just about making sounds and making Ironman toys fly and protect the dinosaurs from a meteor, you’re happy that the little one is happy.

You leave them for a while and set the table, asking them over to eat with neither one standing up.

“Kids,” you call their attention, hands on your waist now. “Can we have lunch now please before Mama has to get ready for work?”

This feels so domestic and so real. You miss the way Jungkook’s lips form into a smile as you refer to yourself in third person and sound as if you’re reprimanding them. Since Jungkook has found out about Jungwon, he never imagined he’d actually get to experience this.

You clear your throat and it’s a sign for Jungkook that he has to follow, as the adult, so he gets the little one’s attention and brings all the toys on the table to join you three as you eat. 

It’s hilarious as they both converse with their toys and essentially leave you out but you let them, choosing instead to bask in this scene and the joy painted on both their faces. You wish this moment together wouldn’t end, though, but you also know that may be too much to ask. Jungkook is here to get to know your son, and that’s that.

You let them settle in the living room as you go from one meeting to another, stealing glances every once in a while just so you’ll have another memory of them bonding seared in your brain, for times when you need to feel better, when you want to feel happy. 

The rest of the afternoon goes that way. They go from saving the dinosaurs, to watching cartoons, then playing with blocks, earning them scowls and laughter every time those tip over and crash, creating loud sounds and distracting your work. But you smile immediately at their panicked and guilty faces, until they proceed to do the same thing.

It’s around 5PM when you finish, exhaustion creeping up on you. Jungwon surprisingly still has energy, but you see him forcing it because he wants to keep playing.

“Let’s go for an early dinner, yeah? I can order some pizza then you two can start preparing for bed,” Jungkook offers. 

You mindlessly nod from the dining table as you put away your laptop and notebook. “That sounds good, Jungkook. Thank you,” you respond.

“And maybe you can take a nap first while we wait. I’ll help him clean up the mess, too.”

You smile at this. Despite everything, he’s still the same thoughtful and considerate man you met all those years ago. You nod and head to them, kneeling in front of Jungwon who’s now sitting so closely to Jungkook.

“Hey, sweetcheeks. Mama’s tired so I’ll just get some rest, okay? You’ll be fine with Cookie Monster over here?” You ask.

“Yes, Mama,” he says, and proceeds to hug you and kiss your nose. 

“Okay, love you my little bug,” you say, and head to your room for a quick nap, not before you call out that Jungwon only eats cheese pizza.

**

It’s the knock on your bedroom door that wakes you, signaling that the food has arrived.

You head to the dining room, still clad in your leggings and pink sweatshirt, and Jungkook does a double take at your sleepy eyes, scrunched up nose, and messy hair. You’re still so adorable after a nap, but he shakes off the thought before you catch him with a silly smile on his face.

It’s Jungwon’s elephant and tiger stuffed toys having dinner with you this time, and unlike earlier in the day, there’s less theatrics and you all settle on small conversations, definitely tired but satisfied. 

Jungwon is busy munching on the cheese and the soft parts of the dough, Jungkook is watching him in amusement, and you’re watching Jungkook in awe, thinking of how he pulled through today, coming over to make sure that he got to spend it with his son, taking care of everything like the food and cleaning up because you were too busy and too tired to do so, even if you know he’s had a tiring week too. 

You never doubted his desire to get to know Jungwon but his patience and attention to everything have really surprised you. He listens carefully to the little one, asks what he thinks and feels, lets him lead and decide games and shows to watch, and talks to him like an adult. You wonder if he’d asked Taehyung or Namjoon for tips or he’d done some reading. But regardless, you appreciate it so much. You might not have had the start you wanted but it’s definitely going the way you want it to.

And as Jungkook giggles and wipes the cheese off Jungwon’s face, as he fills his glass with water and asks if he wants more, you see the affection on Jungkook’s whole being, you see the care and the warmth. You see the love. 

It’s familiar; it’s similar to how he used to look at you. And it’s this moment that you wish that he learns to look at you that way again. 

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Finding Love (L.F)

Warnings : like one swear word, mentions of divorce, reader doesn’t believe in love

Word Count : 2891

Synopsis : her best friend set her up on 7 dates for a project he called “finding love”, but none of the guys made her heart flutter the way he does. 

“Okay, so there’s just some final questions you have to answer.” I nodded, barely looking at my best friend, thinking about the conversation I had with his professor just a few days prior.

           “I hope Felix’s grade won’t suffer because I didn’t find love with this project.” I told her. “He worked really hard, picking out 7 different guys he thought would compliment me well. And they were all lovely, but Miss, I just don’t believe in love. I tried because I don’t want Felix to fail, but none of them sparked anything in me.”

           “Y/N, Felix’s grade will not suffer just because you didn’t find love, though I don’t think that’s true. Forgive me if I cross a line, but I believe you already found love before this project began, but you’re scared. For you, love has always equaled loss, and this person is someone you could never lose, so you refuse to love them. Think about it for a minute.”

           “Felix is my best friend.” I countered and watched as she smiled.

           “I never said it was him.” I just stared at her, going through her words again. “Think about it, Y/N. Love isn’t as scary as it seems.”

           “Did you enjoy the dates you went on?” I met his eyes, pretending like I was listening the whole time. I nodded and watched as he wrote my answer down. “Let’s go through each of the dates and then continue the rest of the questions.” Again I nodded as Felix set the papers down and focused all his attention on me.

           Chan was the first guy I went on a date with for Felix’s project. He picked me up and I felt comfortable with him as soon as I opened the door. He greeted me with a warm smile and an awkward laugh as he stumbled over his introduction.  

           We ended up at his place, ordering some food and watching dumb romcoms on Netflix. The two of us laughed at the over-the-top cringey moments, and at some point, we fell asleep. I don’t remember falling asleep, I just remember waking up some time later, wrapped up in Chan’s arms with him still asleep.

           It was an enjoyable date, something very lowkey, but there was no spark. It felt more like a hang out than a date.

           “Did you just leave while he was sleeping?” Felix asked with a chuckle.

           “No! Of course not!” I countered, laughing at how ridiculous that would be. “I woke him up and he walked me home.” Felix nodded, urging me to go on.

           Minho was next, and at first he seemed like he’d rather be anywhere else, but he quickly opened up. “I figured since it was a nice day, we could have a picnic.” He told me with a smile as he walked towards the park.

           It was really relaxing. We just sat on the blanket he brought, munching on the food he made while getting to know each other. He told me about his family and his friends, what he was studying, and what he hoped to accomplish in life. If I’m honest, I could listen to Minho talk about his dreams for hours and not get bored.

           When he asked me about myself, it was like I drew a blank. The only stories I could come up with were all about Felix. How we met, how we agreed to attend the same college so we wouldn’t be separated, how he is the only person I’d ever need in my life.

           “You talked about me?”

           “You seem surprised.” I laughed. “You already know you’re my favourite person. Of course I’m going to talk about you.”

           “Look at you being cute.” I felt the heat rise to my cheeks at the compliment, something that didn’t happen with the guys I went on dates with. Sure, they complimented me, and I was flattered, but they didn’t seem to effect me the way Felix does. “Continue!”

           To me, the date with Minho was the most intimate. It’s the one that felt the most like a date. But again, the spark wasn’t there.

           Changbin was the third, and I must say I was surprised. I’ve heard the rumours about him around the school, so when he took me to the planetarium, I was rather surprised. “Felix said you were into astronomy.” I smiled so wide when we got inside and the show began. I spouted off random facts I knew to Changbin who seemed really interested in what I had to say. He listened to every word I said, and even spouted off some of his own facts.

           It was like running into an old friend, someone you haven’t seen in years but missed dearly. We clicked immediately and it felt like finding a safe place. For a minute I wondered if this is what people were talking about when they found their soulmates. But the longer I spent with Changbin, the more I realized that the connection I was feeling was purely platonic, on both ends. He’s definitely someone I see in my future, but only as a friend.

           “Hey, at least we’re getting somewhere!” Felix explained. “For a whole minute you thought he could be it!” I laughed at how excited Felix seemed, but my heart seemed to fall to my stomach. Why was he so focused on me finding love? Why does he seem excited to see if I fell for one of the guys he set me up with? “Keep going! 3 down, 4 to go!” He smiled at me, and I felt butterflies erupt in my stomach. No. No that’s not right. I must have eaten something weird.

           Hyunjin took me to an escape room. I’d always wanted to do one but was always scared. Hyunjin didn’t really give me a choice, telling me I would have loads of fun. So, we went. Unfortunately, he chose one of the hardest rooms they offered, thinking we were smart enough to escape.

           It was fun looking around different rooms, trying to find the clues to escape. He was really easy to work with, and though we didn’t escape, we made it pretty far. We then grabbed some ice cream and just walked around, learning more about each other, and complaining about how difficult the room was. “You know, if I wasn’t so distracted by how pretty you looked, we totally could have escaped!”

           “Oh so you’re saying it’s my fault?” I giggled, taking another bite of my ice cream.

           “It is! But it’s okay, I forgive you.” He smiled as he stole a bite of my ice cream.

           “Yah!” I screamed before quickly stealing a bite from his and sticking my tongue out at him.

           “You’re lucky you’re cute.” We parted ways soon after, but I had a smile on my face the rest of the day. It was really fun and something I wasn’t expecting from these dates.

           “Would you go out with Hyunjin again?” I shook my head and Felix’s wide smile seemed to faulter. “Well moving on then!”

           The date with Jisung was the most cliché, but it was still a lot of fun! We went to the amusement park and spent the day riding all the rides and even trying our hand at the different games. I’m fairly sure I ate my weight in sweets that day, but Jisung didn’t judge, and honestly ate more than I did.

           I was nervous at first, but I was quick to fall out of that and just be myself. Jisung is someone that makes you feel comfortable being whatever kind of person you are.

           As the sun set, we finished the day off on the ferris wheel. Super cliché, but it was really cute how excited he was. So I followed him onto the ferris wheel and took in just how beautiful the amusement park looked at night time, with all the lights on and couples walking around hand in hand.

           He walked me right up to my front door and told me to have a good night. I watched as he walked away out of sight before heading inside. My feet were aching, but I couldn’t stop the smile from forming.

           “Let me guess. Still no spark?”

           “No spark.”

           “Well okay, date number 6!”

           Seungmin took me to the aquarium, and it was so much prettier than I remembered. The last time I was there, my parents took me and my older brother. I remember looking at all the pretty colours, in awe of just how pretty the fish looked.

           This time around, though I was still in awe at how pretty everything was, I was more focused on watching the little kids run around in amazement, wondering if that’s what my brother and I looked like to the adults when we came.

           Seungmin seemed really nervous the whole time, barely saying a word and instead leaving most of the talking up to me. But he didn’t seem annoyed, instead he seemed intrigued by all my stories. He shared a couple of his favourite memories about the aquarium and told me why it was his favourite place. “Let me take a picture of you!” I exclaimed at one point. “To add to your memories at your favourite place.” I think that was the moment I first saw him smile wide. It was so precious, and I would have done almost anything to see it again.

           “Oh so you’ll go to the aquarium with Seungmin but not me!?” Felix pouted and crossed his arms over his chest.

           “Yah! It was your idea that I go on these dates!” He continued to pout. “Okay fine. Let’s go to the aquarium sometime.” He smiled wide, uncrossing his arms and clapping. “You are probably the weirdest person I know.”

           “But you love me!” More than I think both of us realized. “But enough about us, what about date number 7.”

           The date with Jeongin was the most unexpected as he took me to the library. We picked out a book for the other to read, found somewhere secluded to sit, and began to read. At some point, he handed me a headphone, and we listened to music together as we quietly read.

           Every once in a while, he would do or say something that would make me laugh. It’s like he made it his mission to make me laugh as loud as possible and get us kicked out. It worked, by the way. I have no idea what he said, but I couldn’t contain my laughter, and the two of us got kicked out.

           We ended up at a quiet café just down the block and just talked. We talked about the book we were reading, about school, friends, family, past, aspirations for the future. He was the easiest to open up to. He never looked at me with a look of pity, the way others do when they find out my tragic past, and instead made a joke to lighten up the mood.

           I think I spent the longest time with Jeongin. We just kept telling stories and laughing and before we knew it, the barista was coming up to us to tell us they were closing. Neither of us even noticed it was dark out.

           “So it seems like all 7 dates were successful in one way or another.”

           “I suppose you could say that.” His professor’s words kept ringing in my mind. My whole life, I’ve believed love was something just in books and movies. I would see the couples on campus claiming to be in love, just to break up later.

           I watched my parents argue every single day before divorcing. I watched my brother fall head over heels in love with a girl who played with his feelings. A part of me wanted someone to come along and change my views on love. Show me that love can be a beautiful thing. Falling in love was a risk, and I just wanted someone to be worth the risk.

           And as I sat beside my best friend, recounting the seven dates he set me up on, I was hit with the realization that I found my person a long time ago. Felix was the person I turned to when I needed a shoulder to cry on, he was the first person I wanted to tell all good news to. When I pictured my future, he’s right there beside me.

           He was right in front of me this entire time, and I just refused to believe it. As much as I hate to admit it, his professor was right. To me, love has always equaled loss. You love someone, you lose them. Felix is the only person in my life I couldn’t lose. It would be like losing a piece of me.

           “So out of the seven of them, is there someone you’d consider going out with again?” Felix picked up his papers he previously set down on the table, no longer looking at me.

           “No.” I answered simply, completely coming to terms with the fact that I’m in love with my best friend. “They’re great guys, but I think I know someone better.” I smiled, looking down at my hands clasped in my lap.

           “You do?” Suddenly, the project he’s been working so hard on was forgotten. He looked at me, and I looked right back, admiring his soft features. I guess a part of me always knew he was the one for me, it was just waiting for the rest of me to catch up.

           “I do.” I responded, my voice barely above a whisper. “He’s the best person I know. And honestly, he’s the only person I’d consider going on a second date with.”

           “Did you go on a date I didn’t know of?” He asked, looking through all of his notes, trying to see if maybe he had missed something. Maybe he had set you up with 8 people but forgot. But there was only one name in his notes that could be a possible 8th date. A name he wrote down in case one of the others turned down this experiment. A name surrounded by question marks; his own.

           “Why is your name written down?” I asked, pointing at the notes he was looking through. “I think I’d remember going on a date with you.” I giggled, looking up at him.

           “Oh, I was just a back up. In case one of the others fell through.” I nodded, coming to that conclusion myself. But the thought of going on a date with him gave me butterflies.

           “I think for the sake of the experiment, you should see if you could be the one to prove me wrong.” He stared at me with wide eyes, obviously wondering what was going through my head. “I mean, you do know me the best. I think if you tried you could win me over.”

           “The project specifically said 7, Y/N.” I slumped back in my seat.

           “Unfortunate. Well I guess we could go on a date just because.”

           “What?” I let out a small laugh at his bewildered expression before sitting up in my seat, leaning closer to him.

           “I’m asking you out.” The words didn’t seem to register in his brain, so I continued. “I talked to your professor, and she opened my eyes. She told me that for me, love always equaled loss, so I never let myself fall in love, especially with you. Because, you’re the one person I can’t lose.” I watched as his expression changed as the words registered.

           “Are you confessing to me right now?” I chuckled as I nodded.

           “Yeah I am. I’m confessing to you right now, Felix.”

           “Holy shit.” I couldn’t help but let out another laugh. “So you’re telling me that you went on seven different dates with the seven biggest heartthrobs of our school, but you’re in love with me?” I nodded, my confidence slowly fading the longer this conversation continues. Honestly, I’m not sure why I confessed. There’s never been a moment in our years of friendship where I thought Felix could have feelings for me. There was just a part of me screaming to let him know, to confess. “Forget the project, I’m taking you out right now.” He said while throwing his papers over his shoulder.

           “Felix!” I exclaimed while laughing, looking at him now standing.

           “What? I’ve been waiting years for this! The project can wait. Right now, I’m taking the love of my life out on our first date.” I couldn’t help the smile that formed as I took his hand. His project was long forgotten as the two of us went out and did all the things we did as friends, but now there was more hand holding and a lot more kisses.

           Love isn’t as scary as it seems. With the right person, love is beautiful. And though Y/N didn’t find love with the 7 boys I set her up with, she found love. A love that at first terrified her but made her happy at the same time. Falling in love is a risk, but it’s a risk she’s finally willing to take. And as the person she fell in love with, I hereby promise to never make her regret taking that risk.

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title : cigarettes and parfaits [3] pairing : older!nanami kento x younger!reader [13 year age gap, ft toji fushiguro] Genre: romance, fluff, slice of life, josei, angst, comedy, strangers to lovers au

Summary: you’re pretty sure you’d remember marrying a man 13 years older than you, right?

Warnings: alcohol, smoking, mild smut, y/n making stupid decisions, everyones a human-au so yeh non-canon stuff and everyone’s happy (periODT) i keep forgeting to add that this isnt beta-rread..all of my stories arent so yeah shshs Notes: ah, i feel like this story will be lengthen more than 8-10 chapters shshshs i wanted to add a little spice anyways thanks for all the comments uwu ily all!

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“Y/N-chan!!!”

You cringe in embarrassment as soon as you hear that awfully familiar and cheerful voice, you could barely remember this man and the events that transpired the night before but here he was, acting like your new best friend. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to go here but you needed clarity. Surely you didn’t just legally marry a man at an Izakaya out of all places last night?

“Oh, you actually did marry him.” Gojo Satoru proclaims as soon as you take a seat across him, he gestures around his face, “I could tell by your whole, ‘I hope this guy is messing with me’ face. You have it, signed and sealed. Even got the cute matchy rings that I had one of my assistants delivered.”

You pale at the thought of his assistant coming in with a silver ring. Wasn’t he sober? How could he not have stopped you two from doing something as reckless and stupid as this? Weren’t older men supposed to be more responsible than this?

“Why the hell didn’t you stop us?” You groaned, burying your face in your hands, embarrassment painted all over your features.

“I was just as drunk as you two.” He confessed, scratching his head, “probably even more drunk but anyways back to the topic in hand, I only remembered it when the same assistant came in and congratulated me about it. It’s good I had your number on my phone before you two bailed.”

“So you don’t really remember?”

“Bits and pieces.” Gojo grinned, this guy was a maniac, how did the serious man you met just this morning have friends like this? You probably wouldn’t even last long, “I did call Nanami-”

He’s cut off by the rough sound of someone pulling a chair out, you immediately jump on your seat when you realize it’s Nanami Kento, the guy from this morning. The man you had recklessly married!

“This better be some prank you’re pulling, Satoru.” His voice was anything but kind that you almost wanted to hide behind Gojo’s back.

“Hey, hey.” Gojo raises his hands, “Don’t look at me. I didn’t force you into anything and stop scaring your poor little partner.”

Nanami snaps his gaze towards you and you notice how his eyes soften just a bit when he sees your red ears and your eyes looking away from him, “You better call Geto and fucking fix this, I refuse to bother this young-”

“It’s fine.” You cut him off, still shy and red, “It’s...fine...I just…Please don’t think I’m burdened by it. It was technically my fault for even agreeing immediately.”

Nanami clenches his jaw and turns away, “Nevertheless. L/N-san’s young. I hope to not be such an uncouth man like you.” he retorts, voice sharp as he eyes the white-haired businessman up and down. Gojo, seemingly used to it, rolls his eyes behind his dark shades.

“Maybe you guys should try it out.”

The blonde man looks like he’s about to smite the white-haired man out of existence yet Satoru remains oblivious to his friend’s gaze, “Don’t ya think so? It will take a while for those divorce papers to settle in so why don’t you two go out and get to know each other? Who knows…” he sing-songs the last part and Nanami is so close to chunking his briefcase towards the tall businessman, not even caring 

“Ah, he’s not exactly wrong, Nanami-san.” you try to calm him down, placing a small hand on his broad shoulder.

“Don’t tell me you’re actually listening to this idiot’s idea.” Nanami replied, gaze narrowing.

“Not really but you have some problems I can help you out on and I have problems that you can help me out on...Of course, the last say is on you...”

“Told you I actually had a brain.” Satoru piped in.

“Shut up, Satoru.” he quips, then turns to you, “I’m thirteen years older than you, L/N-san. I have two high school kids that could pass off as your siblings, and-”

“Well, I technically did marry you.”

“You were drunk.”

“Doesn’t exactly really excuse it.” You laugh nervously, “The whole divorce process usually lasts up to a few months, some even takes a whole year. I could help you out with the boys and I can use you to ward my family off from moving back home.”

Nanami is quiet for a moment, actually thinking about it. Weighing the pros and the cons, not only would you be able to help him out but you’d also be able to get Gojo and blind-dating out of his back.

There really wasn’t anything he could loose, really.

“Or you two might fall in love.” Satoru teases, making Nanami throw him another side-eye, as if saying ‘I dare you to say another word.’

It’s a Thursday today and Sukuna absolutely loathed Thursdays     apparently because it reminded him of Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays. They all were far from the weekend     Everyone seems to be happier than usual though. Maybe it was because you were there teaching some basic shit at the board or something.

“...and if we transfer this here and change the positive to a negative, you’ll end up having five as your answer.” You smile, placing your chalk down, “Does anyone have any questions?”

Echoes of no’s resonated throughout the room.

“Alright then, let’s end the lesson here so you guys can have an early lunch. I don’t think an assignment is in order since many of you were able to get a perfect score in the activity awhile ago.” You winked. A couple of whoops resonated throughout the whole class right after. 

As the kids shuffle out of the room of the class, Sukuna remains behind. The ojisan had cooked them something delicious this morning and he wanted to eat it in peace without that pesky Nobara grabbing a share from his bento and Yuuji’s annoying babbles about horror movies with his best friend Junpei (the only one who was really bearable was Megumi, really)

“Sukuna-kun?” you called out, snapping him out of his small trance,  “Are you alright?”

He notices a glint of worry in your eyes, he had to admit since his transfer here last Monday, you were the least annoying teacher in the academy     the blue-haired professor in Japanese literature was absolute shit since he loved to tease him a lot and that bald-headed teacher in science who looked a lot like Mike Wazowski was an annoying twerp who loved dawdling in him and Yuuji’s business     and you were kind of good at your job. Not only did his idiot of a brother stop coming to him and their ojisan for help in math but he could actually do the worksheets right and get an actual decent grade at it.

“Yeah.” he roughly replies.

“That’s good.” You smiled, he watched as you bind their worksheets together and clip them in utmost delicacy, “You should head to the cafeteria now, I heard they’re serving milk bread today.”

Without saying anything more, you left the room, leaving him there in the silence.

Well, the Christmas tree idiot was right.

You kind of had a motherly aura on you and it didn’t even look forced.

No wonder, everyone in this room was whipped for you despite your subject being a pain in the ass.

“You look like an idiot.” You mumbled as you slapped Mahito’s hand away in annoyance, your workmate wiggling his eyebrows like the little shit he is.

You completely forgot you did have someone like Gojo Satoru in your life and it was one of your co-workers, Mahito, a Japanese literature teacher who was too nosy for his own good.

“You’ve got a ring on your ring finger and a mailman comes in and gives you an invite for Zen’in Toji’s fortieth birthday.” he whistles, “Even Jogo-sensei gossiped by the water cooler awhile ago, saying that you had eloped with the man. Not that I’m judging you or anything...”

You choke on your saliva, clearly thrown off by the backhanded comment. That darn bald-headed fool that looked like the green eyed monster from the DreamWorks cartoon, he sure needed to lay off the gossip and actually focus on his job as the head of the science department, “You’re not denying it.” Mahito stated, narrowing his eyes in suspicion, “Why aren’t you denying it?”

“I’m not dating Megumi-kun’s father.” You grumbled, finishing up your paperwork, “That man is off limits.”

“Right,” he drawls on sarcastically, “...because you have a strict rule against dating hot older men with money.”

“I also teach his kids and his cousin…” You deadpan.

“We don’t even have a rule against that.” He retorts, rolling his eyes, “If we did, Hanami-sensei would’ve been fired a long time ago.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“And you’re so secretive. If it isn’t Toji Zen’in, who’d ask you out?”

“Hey, I do have a man.” You huffed, “and he’s very kind and considerate...”

The image of the tall and lean man sleeping next to you slowly wormed its way back from your memory and you feel your cheeks start to flush. Good god, what were you? twelve? How embarrassing.

You needed to get that image off of your head, it wasn’t right.

It was all temporary, anyways and he doesn’t even see you in that sort of way-

“Yes, I’m Sukuna and Yuuji Itadori’s guardian…” a very familiar stoic voice could be heard from the nearby table, cutting your thoughts short. Wait, were you so head over heels for the man that you started imagining him here? Yuuji and Sukuna’s guardian? Wait a minute.

All color drained from your face as you snap your head behind you to find the same man you were imagining.

Oh no.

Oh no, indeed.

There stood Nanami Kento in all his glory;  crisp suit, stoic face, and eyes laced with mild worry.

“...L/N-sensei is Sukuna-kun’s adviser, by the way. It would be best to discuss this with them.” Akari somberly informed the man, turning to your direction. You don’t miss the shift of expressions when he sees you standing there.

Your mouth parts and you know you look like gawking fish trapped in a small aquarium.

“Akari-sensei’s looking at you with the new hot daddy.” Mahito mumbles next to you, eyeing him up and down, “Definitely wonder where all these old men come from these days.”

You were only half-listening to your co-worker because your head was all over the place, just what were the odds that he was the guardian of the new transferee’s? Just how awkward would everything be? Why did it even have to be at this school out of all places?

Never ending questions pop out of your head as you approached them, “Good afternoon, Nanami-san.” Your smile comes out very stiff and awkward while you hold your hand out for him to shake, clearly there was no memo on how you were suppose to act around your sort-of-fake-husband-whos-kids-you-actually-taught.

Nanami reverts back to his stoic expression as he clears his throat, “Yes, good afternoon to you too, L/N-sensei.” he greets, maintaining a straight-laced tone.

“Akari-sensei says that Sukuna has been quite...rude...in class…” you try to rack your brains up to describe his kid.

“Your son literally pointed out that the history lesson I was teaching was fake and that I should study again so he could get his tuition’s worth.” Akari looks clearly perplexed and ready to throttle the boy if it was legal. You had to admit, Sukuna went overboard with that insult.

You knew how passionate Nitta was about her job and what Sukuna just said to her was like a big ‘fuck you, you suck.’ to her.

“I’ll be sure to talk to him about this,” he sighs, bowing down, “I’d like to ask for forgiveness for that, the boy is a good and smart student-”

“Nanami-san, the school not only cares about grades but character as well.” Akari Nitta sighed, cutting him off, “I’ll let this slide once, if he does that again, it goes on the record.”

You internally bit your cheek, still trying to process everything that was going on.

“I understand. Thank you for that.”

“I’ll walk him out, sensei.” You immediately say soon after, wanting to have some alone time with him, “Let’s go, Nanami-san.”

You walk right next to him silently, some students peerlessly glancing at the tall blonde next to you but you were too immersed in thought to notice the stares, “Nanami-san?” you ask softly as soon as you reach the exit.

Nanami Kento looks at you, his eyes still laced with a bit of worry, “It’s okay.” you silently comforted him, “Just talk to him calmly.”

“That’s not the problem.” he sighed, “I just didn’t expect that the person I married would be the boy’s teacher.”

You sweat drop, “Aren’t you worried about talking to Sukuna? I mean, he literally just disrespected a teacher and you said that he and you weren’t in good-”

“It’s easier to talk to him about that rather than…” he paused, showing his ring, “this.”

You blinked.

Seemed like Nanami knew what to say about the little attitude problem his son had, “So you must be used to this?” you asked, “Him disrespecting the teacher?”

You notice the shift of expressions on his face, you had only known this man for a few days so far but he was starting to get easier to read. His eyes shed more emotion than his face, no wonder he likes wearing those funny sunglasses a lot.

“It’s something I’ve scolded him over a couple of times,” he gruffed, trying to dance around the subject, it seemed like he had such a soft spot to the point where he had a problem with disciplining them, “At times I believe it’s just because he’s way too smart for his age. The boy has read history books for fun when he was a kid and solved quadratic equations to prove that he’s better than me when he was ten.”

“It still doesn’t give him the free pass to say things like that to a teacher”

“I know,” he acknowledged, “I’ll be sure to give him a better scolding-”

“No, you see. This is why he thinks he can get away with it. He isn’t afraid of you. You’ll only probably tell him that you can’t do that.” you frown, crossing your arms, “You do know that not all sensei’s are as nice as Akari-sensei and he could get in trouble for that even more in the future, right?”

Silence lingered between you two for a moment and suddenly you realize that you must’ve said something way off the rails.

“I..” you turn red, embarrassed by the sudden outburst, “That was too much, wasn’t it?”

You look at him directly in the eye, the worry-filled ones are now replaced with a softer gaze. God, he really needed to stop looking at you like a kid. It would only make this set-up more awkward!

“No,” he mumbles, “It...It wasn't too much…”

“Oh.” you cleared your throat, flustered and looking away from his face, “Well, okay then goodbye then Nanami-sa-”

You needed to get out of this conversation quick.

“Kento.”

Your gaze snaps directly towards him, clearly taken aback by the correction.

“What?”

“We’re technically married now, right?” he softly corrected, “Call me Kento.”

“Oh,” You uttered again, this time softly. You looked down on your shoes, it seemed like the floor looked really interesting now, “Then bye-bye, Kento.”

“Bye Y/N.”

He leaves you standing there, cursing yourself because of your erratic heartbeat at the way he says your name in that voice. First name basis? okay, totally normal for sort-of lovers, right?

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