#no offense but I don’t care actually

[ormymarius]

always seeing thor fans on my aquaman posts being like “if only we got this with—“ idc. that’s a whole different fandom and dynamic. why are you making it about thor and his brother when it’s an aquaman post, get outta here.

#no offense but I don’t care actually #even if I like thor and loki just a smidge but keep your annoying shit off my aquaman posts

[stainedpast]

i really, really miss the old rpc?

#ooc: out of pasts #tbd: blah blah blah #[like don’t take it offensively I don’t mean anyone in particular I love u all #but it seriously used to be less stress more fun?? ppl actually cared n were like a group?? idk if i’m making sense lol

[mal-functioning]

i was thinking abt it and a lot of people are stupid as fuck because they either have the communication skills of a rock or they have the intellect of a fish or both. most of the time it’s the third option because wym you were upset bc no one checked on you because you made the decision to leave a server like beloved you didn’t tell anybody???? sorry that i have a life outside the internet ig 🫡 but also too many people take internet shit so serious like nobody is creating narratives about you- you are just paranoid and delusional and you need extensive therapy to work through that. i’m truly praying for y’all to heal 🙏🏾

#mal.txt #made this bc i was fr thinking abt past situations and man shit is never that serious bc i let myself lose a grip on reality for people #that have been out of touch for so long like it’s so annoying having to deal with people like that bc they legit think they are more #important than they actually are and will literally place so much value on themselves in someone else’s life and it’s so offensive to me bc #like you will never and have never been that important in my life ever and some people need to be made aware that we are specks of dust in #the grand scheme of things and making yourself feel important is just an illusion because nothing actually matters and humans do shit to try #and validate their existence so they feel like there is a reason for them being here #also i know this post is going to get sent to people but they really aren’t gonna clock me because they don’t speak up and will just curse #me in private but i really don’t care bc who gives a shit about some chronically online people that think themselves more important than #they actually are which is legitimately so insulting to me

[jamiebuckleys]

some of y’all never had parents who had jobs where they didn’t have a choice but to work and couldn’t afford to take a lot of time off for things and it shows like parents needing a grandparents help to watch kids or take kids places or help teach kids things doesn’t mean they don’t care or they don’t want to sometimes parents don’t have a choice sometimes they have to work

#yea this is about some of the shit i see people say about roy’s parents #i find it really troubling #working class or even poor parents #don’t not care about their kids when they have to decide that work comes first #especially if they’re trying to survive and especially if they have kids who clearly have aspire #aspirations #and they clearly did #he’s a pro athlete who was good enough at *nine years old* to be scouted by a premier league team #she’s a *doctor* #i really wish people weren’t so shitty about working class parents #and i’m #not saying you can’t assume he had shitty parents #i guess it’s fine #but some of the reasons y’all come up with are actually offensive and hurtful

[sisterdragonwithfeathers]

Been awhile since I did a good long study

But faces are the biggest thing between me and the art I want to make so here we go

#zlart #I’m actually good-ish at realism #I just don’t care! #who wants to just draw real stuff bleh #No offense if that’s your thing I can admire it #feather rambles #sketchbook #pencil sketch #pencil study #skull

[sadgirlautumn]

I really want to buy I’m glad my mom died but I know my mother is going to be like “what the fuck” even if it is sam from icarly on the cover 💀

#like I don’t think she’d actually care but I know she’d take a little bit of offense to it 💀 #autumn rambles

[fcntasmas-archive]

Flour is an essential ingredient unless you have celiac. Also depends on whether you bake and what you bake. I have four kinds of flour (bread flour/cake flour/whole wheat flour/all-purpose flour) at home, plus cornmeal and masa harina.

#i’m dying #no offense babe #but i couldn’t care less #i deleted that post 400 notes in bc it was a shitpost for my mutuals #i did not actually want 400 opinions on flour months ago #i especially don’t want over 12k now 😭 #answered #anonymous

[ineloquent-tumbling]

I don’t think people fully realize how isolating extensive food allergies can be.

#brought to you by a kindly meant suggestion to eat before a partner’s family dinner event #so I can come and just hang out 💀 #so now I’m gonna have anxiety if I do come and anxiety if I don’t #because if I do go it’s gonna be a whole thing about why I’m not eating and concern about being perceived as rude for not eating #regardless of whether or not anyone actually thinks I’m rude for not eating #and if I don’t go there’ll be the offense that I don’t care enough to go if there’s not food I can eat #and just #ugh #it’s gonna be a whole thing either way #and all because I have a million and one food allergies #and frankly #also a whole bunch of trauma after navigating the majority of my life having to deal with people’s reactions to them #there’s something really fucked up about feeling like asking for food you can safely ingest is a burdensome imposition #and it fucks you up knowing that making food you can safely eat is legitimately a challenge #food issues

[bytebun]

.

#having a bit of a ‘your degree is useless and you don’t know how to do anything’ moment tonight which is actually #a crisis I’ve been putting off for two years now so abt time I guess lol #like I know this isn’t true like ok on the scale of very practical immediately applicable degrees engineering is… up there. #somebody’s gotta build the gotdamned bridges #except all my experience is in software and idk what to do with that #like without getting into the working is hell and might make me physically I’ll (won’t know until I try I guessl #(except that the four month internships pretty much put me in a depressive spiral that made me miss /school/ of all things ) #what the hell is software even good for like the forward motion of the tech industry is just. evil #Would rather die than contribute to that no offense to my friends & classmates #Who I really do wish all the best but clearly do not care about like. Well. Stuff. #Like the answer is obviously capitalism but how the hell is it that new grads are getting paid 200k a year #‘How the hell am I an essential worker’ bourgeoisie edition #Research is like. It rlly helps w a lot of my Problems as a job the flexibility + allowance for hyperfixation #But the stuff I’m doing feels so far removed from what ppl urgently need #Also I will start screaming in frustration if I’m stuck doing theory I need to get hands on I don’t want to write grant apps or whatever #I just want to make stuff that helps ppl #and like I KNOW I’m not stupid I’m /good/ at that I could be good at it but Where The Hell Am I Supposed to Go #it feels like the stuff I should be working on is like. policy or infrastructure or you know. other things that require soft skills #What the hell is an app update gonna do. But also I’m bad at/don’t care abt those things I don’t wanna do math I wanna make stuff. #the math is necessary but if my job was mostly that I wouldn’t b able to take it. More built to be a craftsman than an engineer I guess. #I just want to do the equivalent of fixing ppls engines and heaters and coming up w a new sewage system around a small town. I can’t even #do that though :/ I don’t have the knowledge for it #Was leaning towards going back to assistive tech but I really…… I really don’t think throwing more tech at things is the best answer #for any of these problems #bytebun rambles #also like fuck part of me DOES want the stability 2 years at a big company would give #like yeah I DO want money and I know I could have it for an endurable price #This is just normal young adult shit tho whatever<= trying to calm the beast

[5-7-9]

to be completely honest, Bruce and John kinda stole bruharvey’s friendship redemption thingy, which is ironic becuz bruharvey snippets existed in the same universe lol.

#That’s kinda why i don’t actually like telltale’s batjokes no offense #Joker’s completely different. and it changed the aspect of him that I liked. #No i don’t care they’re both mentally ill; very different characters #the fanfics are interesting tho

[whimsyprinx]

the way I’m too tired and :/ to even be upset about things

#whimsy whispers #I’m back in mu ‘what’s the point’ state of mind #my** #because like how I feel doesn’t matter or change anything #but in the next whatever amount of time I’ll go back to caring too much unfortunately #idk every day something occurs that makes me upset or reminds me of why I’m upset and it’s just like damn everything sucks and nothing in #life matters #I’m back to wanting to pull away from people because like god #it just keeps hitting me that the majority of people I know aren’t my friend #no matter how much I cling to people this won’t change nothing I do changes that #I just want friends that feel like they see me as a friend to and actually want me and care about how I feel #that isn’t to say I feel like all of my friends don’t want me #just ya know #most of them #the ones who I don’t feel this way about I’m still tentative about #no offense to y’all I just have trust issues #just bleh #nothing in my life feels secure or certain especially my place in other peoples lives

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Maybe a Hobie x reader where Miguel and the reader have a close relationship (like Miguel see the reader as his daughter) And Hobie and reader are dating and nobody know. But then Miguel figured out in some way.

Hope it’s okay !!

I love thisss

Miguel is readers actual father cuz I don’t see him getting rlly close w someone like a daughter unless it’s his actual daughter, you can be adopted or biological

𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬...

You laughed as hobie practically dragged you to his room.

He let go of your hand when he got in his room “Hello, sweetheart.” He said, picking up his guitar as you sat down on his bed. He plugged in his amp, and fixed some settings.

“Oh so you love your guitar more than me now?” You said, feigning offense.

“That’s not very fair, innit? Can’t love you both equally now?”

You laughed and rolled your eyes as he smiled and started strumming his guitar. He tuned it and then he started playing.

You smiled at how excited he got when he played, he had a huge grin on his face, he glanced at you sometimes too, even singing to you.

After an hour of that, you both laid down in the bed, talking and just looking at each other.

“It’s late, we should probably get you back to HQ, yeah?”

“Yeah. You’re right.” You mumbled, you both stood up, and you gave him one last kiss before leaving through the portal you opened

Miguel was waiting in your room, you screamed for a second and he just stood there.

“Jesus Christ! Dad!”

“Care to explain?” He said, holding up a photo booth picture of you and Hobie. You both laughed, hobie flashed the middle finger, and in the last one kissed.

“Why are you snooping in my room?!” You grabbed the photo.

“Well I came to clean it, then I saw that, and then I saw that!” He pointed to the jacket that was hung in your closet, a jacket that was obviously his.

“Dad…”

“Are you and hobie dating?” He asked, feeling like he knew the answer.

“Yea.”

“How long?”

“… like a … few months.”

“How much is a few?”

“Like… 5.”

“5 months?!”

“5 months.”

He sighed and rubbed his temple “Hobie- out of everyone- Hobie? The biggest pain in my ass?”

“Yea.. yeah. Sorry I didn’t tell you..”

He sighed again. “It’s just kissing.. right?”

“Dad!”

“Oh my god are you guys-!”

“No! Dad!” You covered your face, embarrassed.

“Good. I’ll beat his ass.” He mumbled.

“Goodnight dad.” You said as he left.

“Goodnight… you leave the door open.”

“Why?!”

“Because.” He narrowed his eyes.

You groaned “Fine.”

He left the hallway, and Hobie opened a portal at the right time.

“Just thought I’d stay here for tonight. That cool?” He said, hands in his jacket pockets.

You jumped, startled.

“Shhshshsh.” You said, covering his mouth.

“I swear to god, if that’s who I think it is!” Miguel yelled.

You winced and told him to go in the closet as your dads footsteps boomed down the hall.

He looked around, saw you on the bed.

“Hey… dad. What’s up?”

“Hey Miguel.” Hobie said from the closet. You groaned.

“Can he stay dad please?”

“Ay dios mío. Just keep the door open.” He grumbled, staring at hobie as he left.

“Teenagers…”

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #miguel o’hara #dad! miguel O’Hara #teenagers hobie brown series

[nereidprinc3ss]

toaster waffles

in which spencer is woken up by fem!reader and their young daughter after being away on a case

fluff warnings/tags: none really, a bit of suggestiveness between spencer and reader but nothing explicit, their daughter is a genius duh, i love dad!spence so fucking much holy shit a/n: i wrote this in like thirty minutes so good luck! just needed to write dad spencer it just needed to happen idk

“No—baby, we have to let daddy sleep in,” you chide your daughter, jogging to catch her as she races down the hallway on clumsy little legs. 

“No! I wanna see daddy!” She yells—and if Spencer wasn’t awake yet, he will be now. You give in, opening the bedroom door for Ada with a fond (exasperated) sigh. 

“Daddy! Daddy wake up!” 

He blinks sleepily several times, sitting up and grinning at his daughter as she attempts to climb up onto the bed. 

“Hi, princess,” he laughs, grunting dramatically as he pulls her up onto his lap. “Oh my gosh, did you get all grown up while I was gone?”

He catches your eye as you stop at the foot of the bed, arms folded and mouthing an amused ‘I’m sorry.’ Spencer smiles and almost imperceptibly shakes his head, eyes sparkling as Ada attempts to use him as playground equipment. No apology necessary. 

“I made you breakfast!” she remembers, grabbing onto his shoulders and springing up and down on the bed. His eyes go wide. 

“You did? Where is it?”

“Oh no!” she claps her hands to her cheeks and opens her mouth wide, Home Alone style. Spencer laughs. “I forgot it!”

Then she’s wriggling off the bed and running as fast as her little feet will carry her, presumably to the kitchen. 

“You like cold toaster waffles, right?” you tease, approaching the bed and filling the now empty seat that is Spencer’s lap. His hands find your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck. 

“I would go so far as to say I love them. Hi, baby.”

“Hi,” you murmur, resting your head on his shoulder. “I missed you. I forgot how hard it is when you’re gone.”

He hums, running his hand over your hair. 

“I know. Me too.” Spencer now only consults on cases, and very rarely is he actually obliged to travel with the BAU. It was never easy before, but now that you have a child, it takes more out of everyone. “Hey. Look at me.”

You do, lifting your head and meeting his soft gaze. He leans forward and captures your lips in a gentle kiss, brushing his thumb over your cheek before pulling away. “I love you. Thank you for taking care of the progeny while I was away. I know it’s not easy on your own.”

“Eh. She’s alright. She reads to me at bedtime.”

Spencer grins, eyes darting back to your lips. Several quick kisses are pressed there in succession, and it’s not exactly how he wanted to say good morning to you but that will have to wait until later. 

“Ewww!” 

Ada is at the door again, waffle in hand, making a half-disgust half-delight face before prancing back to the bed and receiving another airlift from Spencer up onto the mattress. 

“What do you mean, ew?” he asks in mock offense as her legs swing in the air. “You’re next!”

You watch in unadulterated joy as he peppers little kisses all over her face and she pretends to hate it, squealing with glee.

“Is that for me?” he asks once she’s comfortably sharing his lap with you, pointing to the forgotten waffle. She holds it up, pressing the disk against his lips. Spencer takes a bite, makes an exaggerated yum sound, and kisses her forehead once more. “Thank you. That was delicious.”

“You have to eat all of it so you’ll grow up big and strong.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll do that. Why don’t you leave it on the nightstand and go find a book we can read together?”

“Game of Thrones!”

“No!” he laughs. “That book is way too grownup for you!”

“But I read the first three pages!”

“I know you did. And Auntie Penelope is still in big trouble for that. Go get Lord of the Rings.”

Full of energy despite the early hour, Ada skitters off again to find the book. 

“She’s too smart for her own good,” you sigh, listening to her making up a song as she picks through the book shelf in the next room. 

“Intelligence is generally more nurture than nature. If we act fast we could probably stunt her IQ to just two or three standard deviations above the average.”

You giggle, straddling him as he slips his hand under your shirt to rub your back. Then you try to school your features into a serious expression.

“Not funny.”

That big, lazy grin might never fade—and you’d be happy to look at it forever. 

“You’re right. Not funny at all.”

“Hey,” you remember, grabbing his biceps. He raises his eyebrows expectantly. “I was gonna make you real breakfast. What do you want?”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know I don’t. I want to. So tell me what you want.”

“Anything other than a toaster waffle.”

You snort, moving to slide off the bed. 

“We can probably make that happen.”

“Hey—" he catches your waist, pulling you closer. “Penelope is taking Ada to the park this afternoon. We’re gonna spend some time together, okay?”

After having an entire child together, you still get butterflies when he looks at you like that. 

“What if I have plans this afternoon?”

Spencer doesn’t even look mildly concerned—just tilts his head, brushes his thumb over your lips. 

“Then I’m asking you to cancel them, pretty girl. I owe you some undivided attention.”

You chew on your lip. It’s embarrassing how easily he can still fluster you. 

“Right now I have to go find out why our child is being so quiet.”

He laughs, letting you slip from his grasp for good. 

“She probably got into the Stephen King again.”

You pick up the waffle and gesture at him with it emphatically as you walk away.

“This is all your fault.”

“Mm… let’s call it a team effort.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fic #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds

[labyrynth]

just found out that apparently people call kaeya “kaeya ragnvindr” as a “brotherly” thing and i cannot begin to articulate how gross that is.

i get that some of you have convinced yourselves that they’re related but that’s not his fucking name.

(it’s never been his name)

his name is kaeya alberich.

to pretend otherwise is so disrespectful

#yeah i’m genshinposting on main again #genshin #moi #like christ almighty how hard is it to call someone THEIR NAME #names are important!!!! #he has his own name!! #even if you think they’re brothers it’s just stripping away his identity!! #‘​weh weh ragbros weh weh i don’t actually care about this character except for how (i think) he relates to exactly one other character’ #also like no offense or anything but do you honestly think it mihoyo wanted to depict adoptive siblings THIS is how they would do it #with a messy and complicated history that definitively lands them in ‘Not Siblings’ territory throwing in some shippy BL sprinkles on top #like do you really think THATS how they would attempt to depict ‘adoptive siblings who 100% view each other as siblings’ #anyway #salt is salt

[sabertoothwalrus]

Art theft has always been bad, but I feel like the way tiktok promotes remixing other people’s content into “your own” has ESPECIALLY proliferated the idea that, if something is on the internet, it’s anyone’s to take.

like. My friend just found these comments on a tiktok someone made of their comic:

This is why I don’t allow reposts. Because even if I give one person permission, even if they credit me and do everything I ask, you never know who is going to steal it from them.

So here’s your reminder:

If you see fanart or a fancomic you like, you ABSOLUTELY MAY NOT share it without checking if it’s ok first.

IF YOU RUN A FAN ACCOUNT. I’M LOOKING AT YOU. YOU’RE NOT HELPING ‘EXPOSE’ ARTISTS BY POSTING STOLEN ART YOU’RE JUST BEING SELFISH AND DISRESPECTFUL. @‘ING ME ON INSTAGRAM ISN’T GOING TO FIX THE FACT THAT YOU DIDN’T ASK PERMISSION

THIS GOES FOR TRANSLATIONS. I UNDERSTAND WANTING TO MAKE A COMIC MORE ACCESSIBLE TO YOUR LANGUAGE, BUT IT’S STILL A CONCERN THAT IT WILL GET STOLEN FROM YOU (and I KNOW some people don’t ACTUALLY care about it being more accessible, because I’ve asked people to reblog my original post with a translated transcription and they threw a fit because they obviously just wanted the views for their own page)

Comic dubbers are also not exempt from needing to ask for permission. I know there’s a lot of editing and you are technically producing new content, but jfc you still need to ASK TO USE SOMEONE’S ART. ESPECIALLY IF YOU’RE MONETIZING YOUR PAGE.

I also DO NOT CARE if your pinterest page is “just for your personal reference” STOP UPLOADING ARTWORK AS ORIGINAL POSTS. IF YOU MUST PIN ART, JUST POST THE LINK!!!! I die a little inside every time someone says they saw one of my comics on pinterest and had a hard time finding my actual post.

Why is it important that artists stay credited? Well, I for one, am about to start my junior year of my BFA, and I won’t be able to work my part-time job anymore. My art is going to be only source of income. Every time someone reposts my art without credit, that’s more people that won’t find the link to my store. That’s potential job recruiters that won’t find my portfolio. That’s work that I’ve done that someone else is getting activity for, potentially even making money off of.

Please, PLEASE be aware of art theft. Point it out when you see it. Please understand most artists see it as offensive and disrespectful and are not flattered by it.

#art theft #psa

[gimmethatagustd]

gang shit | knj

Your daughter's classmate has a really hot dad. Apparently, you're his arch-nemesis.

○ Pairing: Dilf!Namjoon x Single Parent!Reader

○ Rating: Sfw

○ Genre: Kidfic, strangers/romantic interest, an attempt at humor

○ 1 / 100 Drabble Challenge (Single Parent)

○ Word Count: 1204

○ Warnings: Shockingly none!! aside from my terrible sense of humor, jokes about Crime!!, and also Namjoon's dimples

○ Notes: Inspired by this tweet. I hope you enjoy the first drabble of my 100 Drabble Challenge I'm doing with @sailoryooons - Please check out Hali's drabbles throughout 2024, too! Happy New Year, besties! ✨

○ Post Date: January 1, 2024

○ Masterlist | Send me ur thots

○ What was Jai listening to? GOAT - Number_i

“I don’t make the rules to this gang shit. I just play my role.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, and you cock your head to the side in disbelief. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” Namjoon adjusts his black baseball cap. His bicep bulges out of his short sleeve when he lifts his arm. 

You’re too old to be thirsting for a man like this. In all honesty, you’ve been acting childish all day – literally. It’s the last day of school before summer break, and your daughter’s preschool teacher invited parents to an end-of-the-year celebration. Having the privilege of working a hybrid schedule means it’s relatively easy for you to swing by the school with primary-colored cupcakes in hand. They’re the disgusting ones kids love that’ll stain their fingers and mouths bright blue. Oh, to be a four-year-old. So easy to please. 

Unlike little Yuna’s father, who has a stick shoved up his ass, and for what?

“What are you even talking about?” you ask with your arms crossed against your chest. 

You’d said literally five words to the guy, intending to start a pleasant conversation while the kids ran around the playground and the other parents mingled at the picnic tables outside. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N, Brooklyn’s parent.”

Apparently, that was offensive.

Namjoon’s sharp eyes drag up and down your body, and you try not to let his heavy gaze affect you – and fail when you feel your stomach dip. 

“Brooklyn said Yuna dresses weird,” Namjoon finally says with a pout that shouldn’t look so cute on a grown-ass man. 

“Did she?” 

“Are you calling Yuna a liar?”

“No!” This man is so volatile. “I’m just surprised, that’s all. We’ve been practicing using kind words, but, well, you know how kids are…” 

Namjoon doesn’t look convinced. 

You feel antsy under his gaze, unsure what to say or do. Are you supposed to apologize? Maybe that’s the mature thing to do. You’re still new to this whole “I’m suddenly responsible for an entire human being even though I barely even know how to take care of myself” thing. It’s a little bit unbelievable, actually! 

“I’m sorry for Brooklyn’s judgmental behavior. What kind of weird-, what kind of clothes-” you stumble through what you already know is a shit apology, “Which one is Yuna?” 

“That’s her.” Namjoon nods in Yuna’s direction.

You look across the playground to the swing set, where a little girl is lying on the swing on her stomach and spinning around with her arms and legs hanging limp. She’s wearing her hair in asymmetrical pigtails, one higher on her head than the other. Her sneakers are mismatched, as are her colorful knee-high socks. Her pants are polka-dotted, her shirt striped, and she’s got a bright purple cape tied around her neck. 

“She’s adorable,” you say softly. 

“She’s weird as shit.” 

Your mouth hangs open when Namjoon shrugs. 

“What? She’s my kid; I’m allowed to say that.” 

“Fair enough,” you concede with a smile, “So, we got beef now?”

“Yup.” 

Namjoon crosses his arms against his chest to match your stance. You tell yourself it’s very inappropriate to be eyeing your new enemy’s boobs when you’re in the middle of a showdown. 

“I’m not gonna lie, I don’t think I’m down for going to war for Brooklyn. Usually, I just like to blame her bad behavior on her dad,” you say with a barking laugh. You cover your mouth with your hand when you snort. “Sorry, that was inappropriate.” 

“You’re good,” Namjoon finally cracks a smile, and, wow, it’s breathtaking. His eyes crinkle at the corners, his teeth are big and bright, and he has dimples… “Yuna’s mother doesn’t let her dress how she likes, so when I have her, I let her do what she wants. Self-expression is important, y’know?” 

You nod because he’s right. Kids should be kids. 

“Plus, I like being the fun parent.” 

“Right! Who wants the parent with all the stupid rules?” You perk up, taking a step closer because now you’re partners in crime rather than enemies. Maybe. You’ll work on it. He’s too cute not to get up to some parental crime with—gang members, not rivals. 

“Not cool parents like us,” Namjoon lightly elbows you. 

“Yeah, they can’t ride with our gang.” 

Namjoon makes a face the moment the words come out of your mouth. He bites both lips, rolling them in and hollowing his cheeks, eyebrows raised. 

“What? What!” you gasp, knowing when you’re being made fun of, even if it’s in silence. 

���Don’t ever say anything like that ever again.” 

With a huff, you give him a tiny punch to the arm and tell yourself that it isn’t because you want to feel how tight his muscles are. 

“You’re the one who–” 

“HEY! NO HITTING!” 

Groaning, you throw your head back as a tiny blur of pink collides with your body. Brooklyn tugs on the hem of your shirt, repeatedly chanting, “Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,” until you crouch to meet her at her level. Taking her little hands in yours, you hold them to your lips to give her knuckles a quick peck. 

“You’re right, I shouldn’t have done that to Mr. Kim,” you admit, “I should apologize, shouldn’t I?”

Brooklyn nods, and the bulbous beaded hair ties at the end of her pigtail braids swing like a deadly game of tetherball. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Kim,” you say as you look up at Namjoon. He taps his finger against his chin in mock thought, and you can’t help but think that you’ll actually punch him if he fucks up this teaching moment by pretending not to accept your apology. 

“I forgive you,” he says with another grin that makes you feel like a silly teenager. 

“Y’know, Brooklyn, Mr. Kim told me something about you and Yuna…” Brooklyn immediately ducks her chin to her chest. No one has ever looked guiltier. “It’s not very nice to talk about how people look, love. I think you should apologize to Yuna, don’t you agree?”

It takes very little convincing for Brooklyn to run off toward the swings. She flops on her stomach in the swing beside Yuna, and then, after a bit of talking, both girls spin around. 

“If Brooklyn throws up from doing that, it’s your fault,” you mutter to Namjoon. 

“Real aggressive coming from someone who just physically attacked me.” 

“Okay, Mr. Gang Shit,” you quip back, catching Namjoon’s widening grin out of the corner of your eye. 

“Listen,” Namjoon touches your elbow, his fingers lingering just long enough for you to give him your attention. Heat spreads along your forearm and makes your fingers tingle. “I don’t really accept either of your apologies. You might need to try a little harder to get me to forgive you.”

“Oh.” You feel your stomach twist. 

“Might want to start with getting dinner with me, and then we can see where it goes?” 

Oh.

“I mean, if you think it wouldn’t hurt my street cred being seen with the likes of you, then, yeah.” 

Namjoon grabs his baseball cap bill and pulls it down until his hat covers his face. “Don’t make me rescind this offer because I’ll do it.” 

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll see how it goes.”

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