#benz babbles

[hiruimiko]

noooooo they got me training someone stooooooooooop i’m trying to listen to podcasts in my one ear that’s covered by hair noooooo!!!!

[benzshroom]

Your ben shipped with anyone?

the one i write in the mfrp i'm in is not! single lad who is just kinda vibing and doing its own little thing. i'm kinda picky with shipping ben... mostly bc i'm super shy and also i dont like plotting ships...i just kinda like them happening organically

[sketches4mysw33theart]

Whisky Kisses and Chocolate Dreams 

Synopsis: You are trying to enjoy a quiet night to yourself when a certain Mr Willy Wonka stumbles home from a night out ‘testing chocolate ingredients.’  

Word Count: 1.4k 

Warnings: Google Translated phrases (please let me know if these are wrong!)  

(I’m lowkey annoyed that Wonka didn’t speak other languages in the movie, because of course Gene Wilder did and it would make sense for young Wonka to as well considering he’s just come back from his travels, so you better believe I’m sticking it in here)  

Beyond the happily ever after, the takedown of the fearsome cartel, the rearrangement of the corrupt police force, the arrest of the despicable wash house owners, Noodle’s family reunion, and the return home of the scrubbers, there was you and Willy. Through everything.  

You accidentally stumbled across him on the first day he attempted to sell his chocolate in the Galleries Gourmet and, as his chocolate plan grew, continued to bump into him in the most unexpected of places. From the moment your eyes met, and a sweet smile rose on his face, the smile he glowed with as he watched the chocolate cartel fly away, sent Noodle home to her mother, toured the ruins of the castle that would become his cosmic axis, you and Willy were thick as thieves.  

Since then, Willy had been busy building his mini-empire, including his refurbished shop in the Galleries Gourmet (which had quickly become one of the most popular retailers in the city) and the opening of his brand-new factory, but never busy enough to neglect you. Because he took you with him, into his factory, into his living quarters, initially as Chief Operations Officer, regular taste tester, roommate and partner in crime, and eventually into the most freeing relationship you had ever had the pleasure of stumbling into.   

Willy’s friends visited, of course, and very often, especially Noodle. However, it was Miss Benz who Willy was out with one night when you were allowing yourself time to relax with a cup of hot chocolate and the latest funny papers.   

It was late, but not too late, and you were sat in the armchair in your bedroom. It had been your idea to keep separate bedrooms even after your relationship with the chocolatier had blossomed, tentatively suggested over an early breakfast, but Willy was eager to nod and agree. He worked a very strange schedule, sometimes sleeping in late and others bursting awake at the first sign of dawn, and often not slipping back between the sheets until the world was shadowed in darkness. Despite this, when your schedules matched up, neither would oppose the other sneaking into their room at night. 

In your room that night, the fire was roaring in the hearth, battling the oncoming autumn chill, and you were enjoying the stillness of the end of a busy day. Willy had gone out early afternoon, and you glanced towards the clock languidly, not particularly worried. Willy may have been prone to getting himself into tight spots, but you had no doubt that Miss Benz would stand for none of it.  

Still, you did wonder where they may be. It wasn’t unusual for Willy to disappear for hours and then show back up as though it had only been a few minutes, babbling about a new idea or the source of a new inspiration. But these were usually solitary adventures – he enjoyed devoting all his time to his friends when they were in town.   

Before your twinge of worry could teeter and threaten to overspill into a pool of anxiety, you heard the distinct sound of the front door clicking shut below. He was always extra quiet when coming home after dark. He never wanted to wake you.  

Not that this seemed particularly important to him on this night. Because, not ten seconds after the front door shut, there was a mighty bang like metal hitting wood, some unintelligible mumbled words, heavy footsteps, and finally a soft knock on your door.   

Before you could respond, your door flew open, and in flashes of purple and brown, a familiar body stumbled into your room, exclaiming your name. You were faced with Mr Willy Wonka, swaying slightly on his feet with his arms wide open. “Hello, my love!”   

He looked dishevelled, his coat crinkled, hair a mess beneath his slightly dented top hat and shirt tails hanging out over his trousers. Heaven only knew what had happened to his waistcoat.   

You watched him with your eyebrows raised as he took off his hat, patted down his curls, and turned on his heels around your room.   

“Hm, where did the coat rack go?” He mumbled to himself. You did not have a coat rack. He looked at you, biting down on your lip to stop from laughing at the state of him, and a dawn of realisation rose on his face. “Oh well, I suppose this will do.”  

He stumbled over to you and placed the hat, at an angle, on your head, adjusted it slightly, and then patted the top with a smile. Once he was satisfied, he turned and fell unceremoniously face down on your bed. That laughing smile grew unrestrained on your face as you plucked the hat from your head and put it carefully on the table beside you. “Willy?” You questioned, and he looked over at you with glazed-over eyes and a dopey grin.   

“Mmm?”  

“What are you doing?”  

“Having a lie-down.”  

“This is my room,” you said, humorously.   

“Then why are you sitting there like a goose?” He rolled over onto his back so he could look at you properly as he patted the empty side of the bed.  

You were quick to cast the paper you were engrossed in only a second ago to the side and slink into his open arms. But, getting up close to him allowed you a sudden realisation before you could settle down.  

“Willy, have... have you been drinking?!” You asked, unable to hold back your laugh as you noticed the scent of alcohol tingling your nostrils, the dreamy mist of his eyes, the twitching of his fingers.   

“No,” he responded quickly, defensively. “Miss Benz and I have been testing chocolate ingredients.”  

“Oh, and what were these ingredients?”  

He opened his mouth, then hesitated before replying, looking beyond you in thought. “Well, we started with rum for these incredible bottle-shaped Rum Babas I want to experiment with, there was quite a bit of that to taste, then we tried some liqueurs, lots of flavours, the cherry tasted just divine, a glass or two of champagne for truffles, and then we sampled some whisky for fudge. And then, I... well, then I was here. Come closer, I missed you.”  

He held you tightly, pulling you into his sweat-sheened skin until your nose brushed against the tautness of his neck. With this closeness, Willy took the opportunity to press a dozen soft, quick kisses to random planes of skin on your face, across your nose and cheeks and forehead and hurriedly closed eyelids. You could smell the overwhelming scent of whisky lingering on his breath as his lips stumbled across your face, but he pressed them to your own before you could comment.  

His kiss tasted interesting, a cocktail of numerous alcohols and, of course, chocolate, but his lips were as soft and gentle as they always were. You hoped that would never change.   

“Oh, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” he started mumbling as he pulled away, staring at you with wild eyes. “Mon amour, amore mio, meu amor, qīn’ài de, meine geleite – hm, wait, that’s not right. Meine.... Ah, meine geliebte.” Although the numerous ways of breathing a new lease of life into the sweet name he had for you tickled you pink, giggles bubbled up in your throat and tumbled from your lips as unrestrained as the whisky flowing on your lover's breath. He looked at you with a bemused expression that was hurriedly offset by a beaming smile. “Why are you laughing?! I’m expressing my love!”  

You didn’t bother to even try and stop the laughs escaping your body, but you did fight through them to make your excuses. “I know, I know, but... nevermind.” You dragged the heel of your hand over one of your eyes before looking at him earnestly, genuinely. “I love you.”  

He glowed at your words, lit up and grinning like a child at the foot of a Christmas tree. “I love you too,” he returned the sentiment with quiet vigour, stroking two trembling fingers against the protruding bone of your cheek.  

However, the moment was somewhat spoiled by the obnoxious yawn he released, barely covered by the hand that wasn’t touching your skin.  

“Come on,” you said, nudging him slightly until you could peel up your coverlet, “let’s go to bed.” He was eager to fall under the covers and pulled you closer instantly, so the bedspread fluttered down around you of its own accord.  

Held tight in his arms, you felt the softness of Willy’s lips whisper at your hairline, an everlasting goodnight kiss. Before you could press a kiss to his neck in return, he was already beginning to snore.   

[butterflydemons]

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Miya agrees with Kaya and decides to invite Chan to her house so he can officially meet his daughter.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧���: bangchan x biracial!oc ( Miya )

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⇢ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ——— ɴᴇxᴛ

Chapter III🧸: Everything To Me

『 July 21, 2022 』

MIYA SAT UP all night thinking about her conversation with Kaya the previous day. Although she knew her best friend was right, she was still skeptical about having Chan in Noémi’s life. She knew what came with being involved with a K-pop idol. There were the fans, paparazzi, and those people who secretly took pictures of them. Along with came stalkers and dangerous individuals, and now that she has a child, she would NEVER do anything to put her in harm's way.

In her mind, Miya knew that Chan had every right to be in Noémi’s life no matter what. She is part of him as she is part of her. His blood ran through her. Miya knew that if news got out that she had a child with a known idol, their fandom would be in an uproar. Hell, World War III might even start.

The sound of Noémi’s cries made Miya snap out of her thoughts. She threw the blankets off her, slipped on her house shoes, and headed to the infant’s room. Noémi stood up wide awake with tears rolling down her face.

“Oh, Mimi, why are you crying?” Miya cooed, picking up her daughter only to gag at the smell of the cause of her daughter's tears. “Oh my god, that’s why.”

Miya took the baby to her main bathroom and ran Noémi a bath. She went to the bedroom and cleaned her up before returning to the washroom. Before Miya washed up Noémi, she put her hand in the water to ensure it wasn’t too hot. Noémi played and babbled, making funny noises to her mother as she splashed around.

As Miya began styling her daughter's hair, her ringtone echoed off the walls. She glanced at the screen to see Kaya calling before setting the soft bristle brush on the bed and tapping the green answer button.

Hello?

Bestie🤍🥤- Hello, my love, what are you doing?

I just got Noémi dressed for the day. What’s up?

Bestie🤍🥤- I was wondering if you wanted to meet Karsyn and me at a restaurant for brunch.

Yeah, I’ll meet you there. Just send me the address.

Bestie🤍🥤 - You got it. Love you.

Love you too.

Setting her phone to the side, Miya finished doing Noémi’s hair before placing her in her playpen with a pacifier. She got up and took a brisk shower before dressing in light blue jeans, a pink strapless top, and white Air Forces. Miya did her tresses in a slick half-up, half-down style before adding a little makeup. When ready, Miya grabbed her belongings and Noémi before heading to her white Mercedes Benz G-Wagon. After strapping her daughter in her car seat, Miya entered the driver's seat and drove away from her house.

As Miya drove, she put the address Kaya had sent her into the GPS and followed the directions. Arriving at the small cafe, Miya parked, exited her vehicle and went to the backseat to grab her daughter. As she walked inside, she immediately spotted Kaya and Karsyn. She smiled, placing Noémi in the high chair, and sat down.

“Hello, my gorgeous girl.” Karsyn grinned at Noémi, holding her arms out. The baby reached out to Karsyn and held onto her neck.

Karsyn placed repeated kisses on her cheek, making her giggle, before sitting her in the high chair.

“Did you guys order yet?” Miya asked, opening her menu and scanning the different dishes it had.

“No, we got here not too long ago,” Kaya replied, sipping on the ice water.

A few minutes went by before the three friends started looking over the menu. Everything looked and sounded terrific, but Miya couldn’t decide on what to get to eat. Soon, a waitress approached their table with a notepad already in her hand to take their orders. She smiled at the young women, and they returned the same gesture.

“Welcome to Savor Street. What can I get you?” The young woman asked Miya and her friends.

“I’ll have the Street Toast Sandwich and an iced chai latte, please.” Miya politely ordered, smiling at her. “Also, can you add a small strawberry oatmeal for the little one?”

“I want the gyeran bap with an iced americano,” Kaya replied, closing her menu.

Once Karsyn placed her order, the waitress left the friends to talk again.

“Has Chan contacted you since yesterday?” Karsyn asked, looking at Miya.

“Not yet,” Miya answered, shaking her head. “He’s supposed to call me to talk when he has free time.”

“At least he’s taking the initiative to want to be in her life,” Kaya replied, tapping her nails on the table.

By then, the waitress had arrived with their food and drinks. Miya smiled at her daughter, who had a gummy grin when she went to feed her the strawberry oatmeal. When the toddler had enough to eat, Miya sat the spoon down and gave her daughter a bottle that Karsyn fed her. The girls were talking about random subjects when Miya’s phone vibrated with a text. She saw it was from Chan and clicked on the notification, taking her to their conversation.

(850) 961-3198 - Hey, are you busy today?

No, why? What’s up?

(850) 961-3198 - I’d like to know if we can meet at your place to talk.

Okay, at what time?

(850) 961-3198 - How about in an hour and a half? I have a few hours of free time.

Alright, I’ll send you my address.

(850) 961-3198 - Thanks.

“Chan wants to meet at my place to talk, should I?” Miya asked, looking at her friends.

“Do we have to have this discussion again?” Karsyn asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Of course you should. As the father, he deserves to be in her life.” Kaya replied, biting into her fluffy pancakes.

“You’re right, but I’m nervous. Imagine the uproar if and when the K-pop fandom in general finds out.” Miya expressed, pushing her hair behind her shoulders.

“I understand, but you can’t worry about the what-ifs. Like my mom always told me, people will talk about you until the day you die, and there’s nothing you can do about that except to live your life the way you want to.” Kaya explained, and I knew that she was right, like always.

Miya knew Kaya was right in her statement. That was the reason why they were friends. Kaya was always Miya’s go-to person for advice.

“Damn it. I hate it when you’re always right.” Miya huffed amusingly, rolling her eyes with a smile on her face.

“It’s the truth.” Kaya laughed, shrugging her shoulders.

“Okay, fine. I’ll let Chan come over.” Miya sighed, giving in to the temptation.

Miya grabbed her phone, went to the messages from Chan, and sent him her address. Suddenly, she felt a sense of nervousness in her chest. Why was she anxious? I mean, it’s only Noémi’s father, who’s also a K-pop idol with billions of fans, who is ruthless. She had to admit, though, that she was a fan of Stray Kids, not precisely a Stay, but a fan, in her opinion.

From the moment Noémi could see, Miya would watch SKZ Code and listen to their music. At the moment, Noémi’s favorite song was Charmer, and whenever she’d hear her daddy’s voice, she’d dance and smile. It warmed Miya’s heart to see her daughter get excited when seeing Chan on TV. It made her glad that she gave birth to her. And she loves spending every second with her.

The girls continued talking amongst each other before paying their tab and leaving the establishment. They got in the vehicles they arrived in and decided to shop for a little bit before driving to Miya’s house. It's good that Miya kept a basket of non-slide socks in every size by the front door so people can wear them since she has tile flooring. After the girls entered the house, they removed their shoes, walked to the living room area, and sat on the couch. Noémi sat on her playmat, playing with her toys in her world.

“Are you nervous?” Karsyn asked, looking at Miya from her phone.

“Honestly, yes, I am. I don’t know what to say.” She responded, shrugging her shoulders. “I’ve never done this before, but I’m nervous about talking to Chan.”

“That’s understandable because he’s an idol, famous worldwide, and his fan base is savages,” Kaya explained, leaning her head against her hand.

“Oh, I’m not worried about them. You know me, but I’m worried about my child. I know someone will take it too far behind a phone screen and talk about my child.” Miya softly expressed, running her fingers through her hair. “You know how I can get when I feel like someone has crossed a line with me.”

“Girl, I'm the same way. My mouth starts going when I’m at that point, and it’s hard to get me to stop.” Kaya said, nodding in agreement.

“Exactly, and I don’t want that to ruin his image.” Miya sighed, feeling her chest tighten with anxiousness.

Suddenly, the doorbell echoed throughout the house, making the girls look at each other. Miya sighed, rubbing the sides of her head as Karsyn and Kaya went outside while she answered the door. She stood before the door and sighed heavily before grasping the handle and opening it. On the opposite side of the doorway was Chan, who looked scrumptious in her opinion.

Miya smiled at him, showing respect and manners by bowing. “Hi, Chan.”

“It’s good to see you again, Miya.” Chan greeted her, smiling at the one with whom he shared a passionate night.

“Come in and welcome to my home.” Miya grinned, stepping aside to allow the father of her inside.

Chan entered the house, looking around at the design from the ceiling to the floors. He followed the young woman to her living area and sat across from her on the second sofa.

“I love your house.” Chan politely complimented, fiddling with his fingers.

“Thank you.” Miya smiled, blushing a little as Chan grinned.

“How long have you lived here?” Chan asked, leaning his head against the back of the sofa.

“I’ve been here for eight months.” She answered, bringing her knees to her chest.

As Miya went to speak, she heard Noémi’s whines coming from upstairs, followed by Kaya’s voice. “Miya Noémi wants you.”

“Okay, I’m on my way.” She replied, standing to her feet. “I’ll be right back.”

Miya walked upstairs, following her best friend’s voice to her bedroom. Kaya had Noémi in her arms as she tried to get out of her grasp, reaching for her mother. The mother held the baby in her arms and carefully walked down the stairs. As she entered the living room, Chan looked up and fell in love. There she was.

His baby girl. There was no denying her because the resemblance was uncanny. Noémi had his eyes and mouth but had her mother's nose. Chan was hesitant initially but held his arms out to his child. She stared at him, taking in his facial features before reaching her arms out to him.

Chan let out a breath that he didn’t even realize he was holding in as he held his child for the first time. Noémi stared into Chan's eyes, studying his face, every tiny freckle and every pore. Suddenly, she smiled, making her father's heart swell as she laid her head on his shoulder.

“I-I don’t know what to say.” Chan laughed, rubbing his daughter's back. “She’s beautiful.”

“Thank you, but now that you two are side by side, you guys look like twins.” Miya complimented, smiling at the pair. Seeing them together made her heart also swell, and it made her feel something.

Chan sat on the sofa, sat his daughter on his lap, and started cooing at her, loving the sounds she returned. He ran his finger down her chubby, soft cheek before kissing her forehead. Many emotions ran through Chan, and he honestly wanted to cry.

“Hi, baby girl,” Chan said, smiling funny at the toddler. Noémi looked at him and gave him a wide grin, showing her gums. “You’re so cute. Do you talk to her in Korean, too?”

“Yes, I do, so she knows both languages,” Miya responded, running her hand through her hair. “One thing about Noémi is that she loves your music.” Miya laughed, grabbing her phone.

“Does she?” He questioned, widening his eyes in surprise. “What song does she like?”

“She’s hooked on Charmer.” She smiled, scrolling through her music.

After finding the song, Miya turned up the volume, and immediately, Noémi turned toward her mother. The second the music started playing, the toddler began dancing, wiggling her hips and bouncing up and down. Chan laughed, seeing his daughter wiggle around to his music, and couldn't resist taking his phone out and recording her.

“That is so adorable. Thank you.” Chan praised, staring at Miya with a sense of admiration. She was allowing him to see his daughter, and not many women do that when they get pregnant on a one-night stand. “Now that I’m seeing Noémi, it’s surreal. When I saw the picture, I didn't believe it at first, but I started adding the dates.”“Believe me, I understand. When Noémi was born, I stared at her face for five minutes in disbelief that I have a baby now.” The young woman explained, leaning her head against the back of the couch. “I’m a whole mother, and the fact of who her father is, my world will flip upside down.”

“I was wondering if you knew who I was.” He grinned, watching his child play with her toys.

“I didn’t realize it until the next morning. I was shocked and embarrassed that I would do that.” Miya admitted, covering her face as her cheeks flushed a pink color.

“If it didn’t happen, we wouldn’t have her now, would we?” Chan inquired, smiling at Miya, making her heart flutter.

“No, but I am worried about what would happen if and when this gets to your fans worldwide.” The young woman confessed, chewing on the inside of her cheek.

“Yeah, it will make Stays go into an uproar if that makes sense. They’re going to ask questions and want answers.” Chan responded, understanding her fears. He wasn’t wrong, though. If and when Stays finds out about Noémi, they will want answers on who the mother is and ask numerous questions. “If you’re worried about Stays bombarding you and Cheon-Sa, I can step back some-”

“No, I don't want you to do that because I want you in her life. I fear for her.” Miya avowed, glancing down at her nails. “What if something happens to me or god forbids Noémi if we’re walking down the street?”

“Miya, listen to me. I won’t let anything happen to you, let alone Noémi.” Chan promised, grasping Miya’s hand softly.

“You’re not always going to be there, Chan. Sometimes, you’ll be across the sea touring while I’m here.” Miya truthfully stated, shrugging her shoulders.

“I know, but I’ll do my hardest to be there for you and Noémi.” He assured her, gently rubbing the back of Miya’s hand with his thumb.

“I don’t doubt that you will.” Miya smiled, cocking her head to the side.

The pair continued their conversation as Miya discussed Noémi’s likes and dislikes. Chan was glad he had this time with Miya to learn about her concerns and worries. He enjoyed sharing the moments with Noémi because he already felt a bond with her the second he laid eyes on her little body. After a while, Chan checked his phone and saw the time on the screen.

“I have to go, but I’ll call you tonight,” Chan said, standing to his feet. Miya did the same, picking up Noémi and following him to the front door when he put his shoes on. “Bye, baby girl.”

“Say bye to Appa.” The young woman cooed, kissing her baby girl’s cheek. The toddler smiled at Chan, waving her tiny hand at her father.

Miya waved goodbye to Chan as he got in the car with his bodyguard and drove off. As she closed the front door, Kaya and Karsyn came downstairs and walked to the living room.

“So, how did it go?” Kaya asked, sitting on the sofa.

“It went well. We talked and agreed on some things.” Miya replied, setting Noémi in her play area.

“That’s good. Chan seems like he’s a good guy.” Karsyn nodded, smiling at her friend.

“He is.” Miya grinned as her mind couldn’t help but wonder about the what-ifs and what could happen.

Chan arrived at the dance studio where he was meeting the others. On his way there, his phone blew up with messages from his group members. When he entered the room, the guys groaned and hollered that their leader finally appeared.

“Yah! Where have you been?” Changbin yelled, jumping to his feet.

“I need to talk to you guys,” Chan replied, scratching the back of his neck. The members knew something was off by Chan’s demeanor.

“What’s wrong?” Felix asked as the guys gathered around and sat on the sofa. Seungmin, I.N., and Han sat in front of them on the floor.

“Do you guys remember the restaurant we went to for my birthday that my friend Caleb paid for last year?” Chan questioned, looking at each of his members.

“What about it?” Minho inquired, shrugging his shoulders.

“Do you remember the girl that wore a blue dress? She was Hyun-Jung’s friend.” He responded, leaning his elbows against his knees.

“I remember her. She sat at the opposite end of the table.” Felix replied, realizing who Chan was talking about.

“So, um, after we went to the club that night, we returned to my hotel room, and one thing led to another,” Chan explained, rubbing his hands on his jeans. The group stared at him with wide eyes, not believing he would have a one-night stand with someone he just met. “Today, I went to her house because she became pregnant, and now I have a daughter.”

Silence filled the room as the group processed what their leader just stated. Bang Chan a dad? No, it can’t be. Suddenly, Hyunjin screamed and started running around the spacious room.

“Wait, are you serious?” Felix asked, staring at Chan wide-eyed.

“Very.” Chan nodded, pulling out his phone and showing them the picture he took of Noémi.

“Wa, geu salam kkog dangsin-ilang dalm-assneyo.” Han gasped, looking back and forth between his leader and the picture. ( “Wow, she looks just like you.” )

“There’s no denying that,” Felix responded, laughing at the video of Chan’s child.

“What’s her name?” Seungmin asked, putting his hands on his hips.

“Cheon-Sa or Noémi,” Chan answered, rubbing his chin.

“Geunyeoui eomeonineun ban-eun hangug-in-ingayo?” Hyunjin questioned with a wide grin on his face. He didn’t know whether to be excited that his leader was a father or that he was considered an uncle. ( “Is her mother Korean?” )

“Yes, she is.” The group leader nodded, answering his third oldest member.

“JYP is going to go nuts.” I.N. laughed, staring at his leader.

“Nuts? He’s going to have a heart attack.” Seungmin laughed, slapping his shoulder.

“I’ll handle JYP regarding that, but just keep it between us for now,” Chan responded, looking at each of his members. “She worried about when that time would come, but for now, keep it hush.”

The group nodded, understanding Chan's situation, and decided to keep it hush. They’ll get through dance practice for now, but they would want to meet Miya and Noémi eventually. However, one thing's for sure. The guys were happy for Chan and even excited. Now that his group knows, all he has to do is tell his family.

Outside in the backyard area, Miya, Kaya, and Noémi splashed around in the pool. It was a warm day, so they decided to get in the water. Noémi was a water baby. She loved being in the pool and bathtub. So much that she never wanted to get out.

Karsyn smiled, watching the toddler interact with her mother. She adored the way Noémi giggled and laughed. It made Karsyn want a baby, but was now the right time? Maybe or maybe not, but eventually, she’d want one. Thinking about her future with Caleb made her begin missing him.

It made her glad that she met him on Valentine’s Day in 2017. Karsyn walked inside the house, pulled her phone out of her pocket, and called her longtime boyfriend.

02/14/17🖤👅 - I was beginning to miss your voice.

What are you doing?

02/14/17🖤👅 - Getting ready to do a tattoo.

Can I come over?

02/14/17🖤👅 - You know you don’t have to ask.

I know, but I like to.

02/14/17🖤👅 - Can you bring me gimbap and bibimbap from the restaurant by the apartment?

Okay, only because I’m hungry.

02/14/17🖤👅 - Miya didn’t cook?

No, she had a meeting with Chan.

02/14/17🖤👅 - How did that go?

Miya said it went well. They talked and got on the same page regarding Noémi being a secret from the public.

02/14/17🖤👅 - That’s good. Noémi deserves to have both parents in her life.

Exactly. Well, I’ll be on my way when my Uber arrives.

02/14/17🖤👅 - You know how I feel about you using Uber.

Well, you’re prepping for a tattoo.

02/14/17🖤👅 - I still don’t like it.

Whatever. I’ll see you in a bit.

02/14/17🖤👅 - You’re lucky I have your location.

I love you.

02/14/17🖤👅 - Love you too.

Hanging up the phone, Karsyn ordered her Uber before heading back to Miya's backyard. “My Uber is on its way. I’m going to see Caleb.”

“No, don’t leave,” Miya whined, holding her hand out to her best friend.

“I’ll call you later.” Karsyn laughed as she received a notification from Uber saying her driver was arriving.

“Yeah, right. Knowing Caleb, you’ll probably see him for something else.” Kaya teased, playfully wiggling her eyebrows.

“Whatever, and he’s doing tattoos today.” Karsyn defended, placing her hands on her hips.

“Yeah, but not all night.” Her best friend grinned, making Miya splash her with pool water. “I’m just saying.”

“Anyways, I’ll call you guys later. My ride is here.” Karsyn replied, waving at her two best friends.

“Be safe and careful!” She heard Miya yell from the pool.

“Always, and you have my location!” Karsyn responded, exiting the house to the red sedan.

She climbed in the backseat, smiling politely at the middle-aged female driver. Before arriving at Caleb’s tattoo shop, she stopped by the restaurant in their shared apartment and ordered his food. Karsyn also bought herself something to eat before returning to her Uber and heading toward her boyfriend’s location. Arriving at Caleb’s tattoo shop, she grabbed her food bags and exited the vehicle. The bell above the door dinged as she entered the building, signaling her arrival.

Caleb walked to the front, seeing his beautiful girlfriend with food. A smile appeared on his face as he wrapped his arms around her. He pulled away from Karsyn before planting a kiss on her luscious lips. Their smooch lingered on, but before it got heated, Karsyn pulled away.

“Hana deo.” Caleb breathed heavily, trying to kiss Karsyn’s lips once again. ( “One more.” )

His girlfriend giggled, pressing a kiss to his lips, but he wanted more as he pulled her closer. “No. You have work to do.” She finally pulled away and held up the bag of food.

Caleb poked out his bottom lip in a childish pout before grabbing the bag and heading towards the back room. After a ten-minute wait, Caleb’s client finally arrived. The man greeted Karsyn as she sat at the reception desk before doing the same to the tattoo artist. Her boyfriend led his client to the tattoo station and got to work. Karsyn sat in the front as hip-hop music echoed throughout the establishment.

Karsyn admired Caleb and his eye for creativity. She supported him when he suggested opening his tattoo shop. She got his initials tattooed on her right ass cheek, and he had hers on his pelvis on the grand opening day. On Valentine’s Day in 2017, Karsyn was stood up by the man she thought loved her, but it turns out he didn’t when she received a message of him sleeping with another girl. After watching that video, she became devastated.

She rushed out of the restaurant, and right when Karsyn exited the door, she ran straight into a hard chest. Karsyn looked up, and low and behold, she saw the sexiest face known to man, in her opinion. Caleb had the prettiest smile she had ever seen and instantly started melting. They talked, exchanged numbers, and started dating after a year because of Karsyn’s new relationship issues. Now they’re two peas in a pod and are inseparable.

Approximately three hours later, Caleb finished tattooing his client. He wrapped up the new ink in plastic and thanked the man as he walked to the front and paid. Caleb turned to Karsyn, who was finishing a drawing she was working on. Wrapping his arms around his girlfriend, Caleb pressed his lips to the top of her head before pecking her cheek, making Karsyn giggle.

“Was that the only client you had today?” Karsyn asked, smiling at the taller male.

“No, he was the third one. I helped Tae-Woong with his client who got a back tattoo.” Caleb explained, playing with the nape of Karsyn’s neck. “And another client got a small rose on her forearm.”

“You must be tired.” Karsyn smiled seductively, wrapping her arms around Caleb’s neck. He could see the list clouding her eyes.

“Well, not tired enough for you.” He responded, leaning down to capture her plump lips.

“Well, if you hurry up and close, we can get home faster.” Karsyn grinned, biting her bottom lip teasingly.

Caleb quickly pulled away from his girlfriend and sanitized his equipment before grabbing Karsyn’s hand and keys and locking the door behind them. As they entered his car, Caleb started it up before holding his lover's hand and driving away from the building. When they arrived at their shared apartment, Caleb was instantly on Karsyn. Their lips smacked against each other as his hand gripped and groped anything he could. Karsyn moaned as Caleb pushed her against the nearest wall.

As the couple went to their shared bedroom, clothing came off. Caleb tossed his girlfriend on the bed before climbing on top of her. Once the barrier keeping them apart vanished, Caleb’s back was marked with bright red scratches as he explored Karsyn’s inner walls. He covered her neck and chest in hickies. Their sound of lovemaking echoed throughout the dark apartment.

After their escapade, Karsyn lay in Caleb’s arms as they stared at nothing in particular. She wanted to talk about what she was thinking of earlier and decided that now was as good as any time. Caleb knew she had something on her mind, so he wanted her to say it.

“Speak, dove,” Caleb said, tapping his girlfriend’s forehead with his finger.

“It’s nothing.” Karsyn denied, shaking her head. “I was just thinking about something.”

“Tell me.” He replied, squishing her cheek and making her laugh.

“What would happen if I were to end up pregnant?” Karsyn questioned, looking into her boyfriend’s brown eyes.

“Are you?” Caleb responded, staring at her.

“No, I’m not, but I wondered if I was. I was watching Noémi earlier and was wondering what it would be like if we were to have a baby.” She explained, playing with the silver chain around his neck. “Would you still be with me if I fell pregnant?”

“Of course, I would be with you, Karsyn. Nothing or no one would change that.” He responded, rubbing her shoulder.

“I kept picturing what our child would look like. Would they have your features or mine?” Karsyn commented, smiling at him. “I want them to have your smile. It’s beautiful with curly dark hair and a cute button nose, but I'm scared.”

“Scared of what?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

“Of being a good mother. With my relationship with mine, I wonder if I’d end up like her.” Karsyn confessed, picking at her fingernails.

“Baby, listen to me,” Caleb said sternly, grasping his girlfriend’s face to make her look at him. “You are not your mother. In no shape or form. You will be an awesome mother to our babies one day. Understand?”

Karsyn nodded as tears ran down her cheeks. Caleb pressed a kiss to her lips as they lay there in each other's embrace.

“Your dream will come true one day,” Caleb said, giving her a reassuring smile.

He kissed her forehead as she cuddled up to him, soaking in his body heat. In his mind, Celeb wanted the same thing Karsyn did. Since Noémi was born, he has wanted a baby of his own. It did not matter the gender. He just wanted one shared with his sweetheart.

Miya hummed a lullaby as she rocked her daughter to sleep. It was 8:45 pm, and Noémi had gone to bed ten minutes earlier. She carefully placed the toddler in her crib before quietly leaving the room but keeping the door open. As Miya entered her bedroom, she went to her attached bathroom and turned on the shower. Once it was ready, she stripped out of the clothes she had on and stood in the glass enclosure under the water.

The hot water felt amazing on her skin, soothing her muscles. Caring for a one-year-old was hard work, but she managed to do it. After her shower, Miya stepped out and wrapped a towel around her body. She changed into a white seamless plain rib lingerie set for bed since she was the only person in the house. Before settling in bed, Miya did her nighttime skin routine.

As Miya walked out of the bathroom, her phone started ringing. She raced over and saw Chan’s number flashing on the screen. Before answering the call, she found a white oversized t-shirt, put it on over her body, and pressed the green button.

Hello Chan.

(850) 961-3198 - Is this a bad time?

No, I'm just relaxing my brain. It won’t let me fall asleep.

(850) 961-3198 - We have the same problem.

Yeah, I understand. It sucks.

(850) 961-3198 - That it does. Is Noémi asleep?

Yes, she is. She had a hard time falling asleep tonight.

(850) 961-3198 - Aww poor baby.

I know, but she finally gave in and went to sleep.

(850) 961-3198 - Does she stay asleep all night?

Yes, unless she’s sick or something.

(850) 961-3198 - I want to ask you something.

Ask away.

(850) 961-3198 - How did you become friends with Caleb?

I met him through Karsyn when I moved back to Korea. She introduced him as her boyfriend; we’ve been like siblings since then.

(850) 961-3198 - That’s nice.

Yeah, Caleb’s always been like the protective brother I never had. He was there when Noémi was born and cut her umbilical cord, but since that day, his protectiveness has intensified.

(850) 961-3198 - That's good. Someone is there to protect you when I can’t.

Exactly, but it’s out of love. He doesn’t like it when I go out with Noémi by myself.

(850) 961-3198 - I can understand that. Caleb wants to make sure you two are safe.

Yeah, and I love him for that, as do the others. I love them with all my heart.

(850) 961-3198 - I like that for you. I like your friends who will do anything for you and Noémi.

Yeah, I couldn’t ask for anyone better.

(850) 961-3198 - Tell me about you.

What do you want to know?

(850) 961-3198 - Anything. What’s your favorite food?

Kimchi fried rice.

(850) 961-3198 - Do you like sweet or spicy food?

Both, but mainly spicy.

(850) 961-3198 - I'm not fond of spicy or bitter foods.

Why spicy food is the best.

(850) 961-3198 - My spice tolerance is very low.

Well, we’re going to have to work on that. I make the best spicy tteokbokki, as my friends say. They love my cooking.

(850) 961-3198 - Who'd you get your recipes from?

My mother and grandmother.

(850) 961-3198 - I’d have to try your food one day.

It’s — amazing.

(850) 961-3198 - You’re cute when you yawn.

Thank you for that compliment.

(850) 961-3198 - I’ll get going and let you go to sleep.

Goodnight Chan.

(850) 961-3198 - Night Miya.

After the call disconnected, Miya added Dimples🤗 to Chan’s contact and laughed as she charged her phone. She was glad Chan called, beginning to miss the sound of his voice. His profound yet alluring voice honestly made her throb down below.

“Go to sleep, Miya Giselle,” Miya spoke to herself, sighing as she turned over.

Before Miya knew it, she was asleep, dreaming about these brown eyes, deep dimples, and husky voice that belonged to her daughter's father.

[iaconic-moved-blog]

hey i moved- url’s under the same name and i made my blog a redirect

i’ll queue this a couple times but yee 

i just need a clean start this blog is super old and cluttered 

[iaconic-out]

harsh but not wrong

[hiruimiko]

thinking about my old headcanons of hiei eating stuff like dirt

[nalledimessi]

Decorating & pumpkin craving

Pairing: Hope, reader and a little bit of Elijah.

Word count: 1577

Warnings: No warnings

Drabbles topics: Decoration, bones, bats, spiderwebs, scarecrow, cauldron bubbles, poison apples and pumpkin craving.

Author’s notes: I know I need to use just one word per day but because everything else enter on the decoration I decide to include them on this one. Yes, I know. I think I´m obsessed with Elijah now, but who isn't?. All the errors are mine. English isn't my native language. Hope you enjoy it. I don't know the gif, credits to the owner.

You have just arrived from the grocery store and you where about to take out the bags from your car trunk when Elijah’s black Mercedes Benz park in your driveway.

 -Hey, I’m not saying that I don’t like to see you but what are you doing here?- you ask him once he was next to you.

 He lend and kiss you softly -It’s always lovely to see you too [Y/N]- he step away and look to his car -I was wonder if you could lend me a hand- to then set your sight back to you -I just hope not to infringe what we have until now-

 -You know I would help you with anything I can- you declare to him opening the trunk of your car to take the bags to your home.

 He took all the bags from the trunk in one single hand and close the trunk with the other one -I would like to know if Hope can stay with you for the day?-

Since you have start dating Elijah you where aware that no one outside the family was allowed to take care of the 6 year old, that means, you have spend time with her and Elijah but never alone. This isn’t only a big step for you and Elijah but also means the rest of the Mikaelson family because they trust you enough to take care of Hope.

 -[Y/N]- he call you -I would understand if you declined- he said caressing your hand, worry in his eyes.

 -Don’t worry- you smile -we are fine- you reassure him -now, bring Hope inside- you kiss his cheek and take a few bags from his hand and walk to your home.

 You leave the door open for them while you went to the kitchen and arrange the groceries, when you finish to place the items in the first bag, Elijah and Hope were with you.

 -Where do you want this?- he ask you.

 -Can you leave them on the pantry, please?- you question him.

 -Sure- he said making his way to it.

 -Are you hungry, Hope?- you ask , she nod at your question -do you want me to make you anything in particular?-

 -Can I have I have Reese’s puff cereal?- she ask.

 -Sure, I just got a new box for you- you said to her cheerfully when Elijah come from the pantry and given you the box of cereal. -Are you staying for brunch?-

 -I’m afraid I won’t, I need to go back and deal with something- he said taking the milk out of the fridge and give it to Hope while you give her a plate and a spoon.

 -Want to watch the cartoon on the living room?- she nod and after serve a portion of cereal and milk on his plate she leave the kitchen.

 Elijah hug you once she was out of sight and rest his head on your shoulder -Are you sure you would be fine?-

 -I’m sure- you turn around to face him -I was planning on decorating the house and that included pumpkin craving, I couldn’t ask for better help than hers-

 -All right- he give you a kiss -I know when I’m not needed- he respond teasing you.

 -You tend to distract me- you answer playfully.

 -It’s mutual- he kiss you again -I should go- he said between kisses.

-Yeah, you should- you pull away from him and pat his chest -before we start something we can’t finish-

 He growl before giving you a peck -I will try to be back before dinner, I will call if anything change- then he took your hand in his and both went to the living room. 

 -Bye Uncle Elijah- Hope reply.

 -Don’t cause any trouble- he order to her going to her and kiss her on the forehead.

 -Come on Elijah, I will walk you to the door- you took his hand and guide him to the door, once you were outside you closed the door behind you –we will be fine, we won’t go anywhere and what we have is more than fine- you reassure him.

 He pull you to him from your waist –You´re remarkable- he sad before kissing you.

 -Thank you for remarking on it- you answer once you where apart –now go before I change my mind and get you inside with us- you give him a small peck.

 He just nod and walk in direction of his car, you went inside before he take off.

 You sit next to Hope on the living room –I was planning on decorating the house for Halloween with bones, bats, spiderwebs, scarecrow, a cauldron bubble with poison apples and then do some pumpkin craving, do you want to help me?-

 -Yes!- she answer excited.

 -Alright- you said to her, standing up from the couch –finish your cereal and I would bring everything from the garage, I will be right back- you explain to her.

 Once you were back with a big box to the living room and dropped over the coffee table, Hope have already finish and even leave the plate on the sink. Hope start to take everything outside the box and start babbling where to add each thing.

 You chuckle –Calm down- you ask her placing your hand on her shoulder –one thing at a time, choose one- you mention to her.

 She look between all the Halloween decorations and took the a bag full of bones –This ones-

 -Alright, where do you want to put them?- you question her.

 She thinks for a minute –All the way from the driveway until the stair-

 -Good choice, let’s go- you open the entrance door and turn to Hope –what are you waiting for? - making her run to place the bones where she want, you just watch her.

 You pass most of the afternoon decorating the house with Hope help.

 You hang up the last of the bats. -What do you think? - You ask Hope after you get down from the metal stair to reach the ceiling on the porch.

 -It’s awesome!- she chirp making you laugh.

 -We finish just in time for snack time- you declared to her –do you want cookies and milk?- you ask her once both where inside.

 -Yes!-  running to the kitchen and taking a sit on the counter.

 Once you were on the kitchen you took a few out of the cookie jar placing it in front of her to then take out the milk from the fridge and two glasses along.

 -Have you thought what you want to crave in your pumpkin?- you question her taking a sit next to her.

 -I was thinking I want to made a bat for uncle Elijah and a ghost for me- she ask hopefully.

 -I think your uncle would fine that very hilarious, but we can do it- you smile to her.

 After you have finish your snack, you explain Hope how to clean the pumpkin and then how to craving it. You deposit inside each pumpkin a candle and place them outside next to the door, when you realized was almost dinner time when your phone start to ring inside the house.

 -That should be your uncle- you said to Hope, watching her sit back in the couch and turn the tv on -Hello- you answer after a few rings from your phone.

 -It’s me. It seems I won’t be able to joint you at dinner but I would send whatever my ladies want- Elijah explain.

 -You don’t have to do it, we can do something to dine, right Hope?- you ask her knowing she have hear Elijah.

 -Yes- she answer without looking at you.

 -I promised both of you dinner and at least I would send it to you- He said serious.

 -Al right, wait a minute- you turn to Hope –Hope?-

 -Pizza- she propose.

 -I will send it right away- he rush to answer –anything you desire?-

 -You, here with us- you respond biting your lip.

 -I promised I would arrived as soon as I can- he vow to you. –Brother!- you hear Klaus calling him. –I need to leave you, my dear.-

 -Be careful- you ask to him.

 -I will- you hear him answer before the call end.

 The pizza arrived not later of that, you decide to eat dinner on the living room while you watch a movie, Hope snuggle next to you, you realized  Hope have fallen sleep until the movie end. You turn the tv off, verified that every door and window was closed and then pick her up from the couch to take her to your bedroom.

 Elijah stops at the sight of your now decorating house. All over the way from the driveway to the entrance was decorated with bones scattered, a scarecrow coming out of a cauldron bubble and what it looks like poison apples on the middle of the yard, in the entrance several spiderwebs where place and over the roof several bats hang on the ceiling and a bat pumpkin craving with his name under it, one ghost with Hope’s name and a Frankenstein with your name, making him smile.

 He vamp speed until your bedroom where he found you sleeping with Hope snuggle next to you, one of your arms protectively over her. He admired the sight in front of him for a few seconds before he took his dress jacket and shoes to cuddle behind you.

[breakingsomething]

the fall part nine - the truth about magic

basic summary: henrik meets some old friends, a LOT of worldbuilding happens, and the world falls apart

trigger warnings: vomit, kidnapping, violence

tagslist: @synonymsforzombie @spicydanhowell @skyewardlight @dreaming-of-stories-and-stars @cest-mellow

henrik was hurting. his phone was dead. and he had not realized how far away the golf club was.

fuck, maybe he was going to need help.

he wasn't far from one of his coworker's houses, and they were on... decent terms, so henrik figured he'd be able to rest a bit there and maybe ask him for a lift. just the thought spurred him on, giving him the energy to walk just the little bit further to the expensive houses two streets away.

this was one of the much nicer areas of brighton. of course, henrik and his coworker worked as surgeons. that was a high paying job. but henrik lived in a small flat with his brothers (because it was in a safe area to practice magic in, and because staying together had always helped keep anti at bay), and he couldn't help but feel slightly insecure as he limped up to the white doorway surrounded by green shrubs in a well kept garden and rung the bell. christ, even the doorbell sounded posh. henrik winced in pain as he shifted from foot to foot, trying to find a comfortable position to stand in while he waited.

after maybe ten seconds, he heard sounds from the other side. shuffling, footsteps, a loud barking. when the door opened, henrik was immediately greeted by two tiny dogs leaping up his legs, and he cried out, grabbing at the door so his legs wouldn't give out.

"down, bacon, down, hash!" a sharp voice yelled, and henrik's head snapped up from the yipping puppies to the man in the doorway. brown hair shaved at the sides, skin orange from fake tan, wearing plaid pajamas like a cartoon character. nevertheless, he grinned when he saw henrik, bright white teeth practically glowing in his mouth. "schneeplestein!" he boomed, throwing out his arms for a hug that henrik wasn't sure he wanted but felt obliged to accept. "haven't seen you at work in yonks! where've you been, friend? come inside!" he clapped henrik's back, to which he began coughing wildly. the other man didn't appear to notice. "i have another friend inside you may want to see - she also visited unexpectedly, haha! is this a surprise party or something?"

henrik couldn't answer. his head was suddenly spinning, and without warning, he grabbed at the man's shoulder as he collapsed to the floor.

"oh - oh, jeez! schneep, are you alright?" the man asked, yanking him back to his feet. "son of a monkey - what did you do to your leg and your back?"

"parker - don't - i -" henrik ran out of words and simply let parker drag him inside, hardly able to stand up himself. the man rambled on and on as henrik stared, awe struck, at all the intricate decorations and paintings on the walls. "nice place," he managed to say. "it's… changed a bit, since since i was last here."

"it sure has!" parker laughed loudly, guiding him towards what henrik remembered to be the kitchen, if it hadn't been renovated into a ballroom. "me and molly got pay rises, her especially - don't know what i'd do without that woman, by the way - and we redecorated! i like it much better. what do you think, schneep?"

"yeah," henrik agreed weakly. "lovely. also, i've mentioned that i'm not fond of the nickname -"

"and these are our dogs, bacon and hashbrown!" parker interrupted, gesturing towards the fluffy white dogs that were padding behind their owner, tongues hanging out. "very clever names, molly chose them. do you have a cat?"

"my brother has one -"

"ah, so that explains why they're so enthusiastic. they love cat smells. ellie, schneep's here!"

henrik paled as they entered the kitchen and he saw who it was that was sitting at the table.

a woman. long brown hair, a pale, heart shaped face, dark painted lips forming the shape of an "o". henrik didn't blame her; he was doing the same thing. "el - why are you here?"

"i could ask you the same thing," she snapped, scraping her chair back and standing. "nathan, what is henrik doing here?"

parker held up both hands beside his head - not that henrik was looking at him. his eyes were pinned on the furious looking woman at the table, her yellow-brown eyes stormy. she hadn't changed a bit in the six months it had been since he'd last seen her. he wasn't sure what he'd been expecting.

"i didn't invite anyone!" parker cried. "i'm still in my damn nightclothes!"

ellie and henrik simply stared at each other for a long moment, until henrik cried out in sudden pain and grasped one of the kitchen chairs. parker helped him sit, propping his leg up on another chair in front of him.

"what happened?" ellie asked, concern darkening her face despite everything. she shuffled over as parker rolled up his trouser leg, hissing through his teeth in sympathy.

"jeez louise, schneep, these are some bad burns," parker commented. "what the heck did you do? did someone hurt you? should we call a hospital?"

henrik shook his head rapidly. "no, no, no," he babbled desperately. this had so been a bad idea. "i - i need a lift, if that's ok. to the golf club a little ways away. i would have walked, but -"

"oh no, you can't walk like this!" parker exclaimed. "especially not - you could get an infection - what burned you, tell me th-"

he suddenly cut off, eyes glazing over unnaturally. he stood up straight almost robotically before turning and leaving the room. henrik watched him go, confused, before turning to ellie.

"what was that?" he laughed awkwardly, before his face fell. her expression, too, was completely blank for a moment before returning to its previous rage.

"why did you never call?" she asked angrily, as though having forgotten everything they'd just been saying. henrik blinked, wondering how to reply.

"i - well, i…" he trailed off, looking away. "i don't know."

he could feel ellie's eyes on him. the guilt burned underneath his skin.

"six months, henrik," she said softly. "are you that much of a coward? do you always date women then leave them on read for months?"

henrik wanted to argue that he couldn't have left her on read because he'd only ever read her messages from the notification bar, never clicking them, but decided that was maybe a bad thing to bring up at this moment in time. "i didn't mean to," he mumbled. "i got overwhelmed. i'm so sorry, ellie. you deserve better than that."

she paused, staring down. "you're a douchebag," she told her clasped hands.

"i know," henrik agreed miserably. he tapped his fingers on his thighs. "i, uh, hope you have been doing ok. i should have checked up on you. i… haven't exact been very social with anyone recently. things have been happening, which i know is not an excuse for what i did, but… yeah."

she nodded. "i've been doing ok, i guess. nathan's been good to me. he was the only one who kept in touch after i left work."

henrik bobbed his head, guilt eating him up. they sat in awkward silence for a couple minutes until parker came back into the room. "found my keys!" he announced cheerfully, waving them in the air. he had also changed clothes to a pale blue button up and black dress trousers. he looked like he was going to a job interview. "now let's take you…" his blue eyes clouded over again. "where was i taking you?"

"um… hecate golf club." henrik glanced back and forth between parker and ellie, confused. "are you two ok?"

ellie got to her feet suddenly, not looking directly at henrik. "i'll leave too," she said loudly. "i should probably be getting home too. i'll drive myself. thank you, nathan, for your hospitality."

"anytime," he said with a smile. "see you, els. come on, schneeplestein, i gotta get you there before molly gets home. i'm not supposed to leave the dogs home alone for too long."

had they completely forgot about the injuries on his leg and back? henrik stood on shaky legs and limped to the door and outside, where two cars were in the driveway. parker walked over to his car (a mercades benz) and threw open the door casually. "hurry up! i'll get her started, let's just…"

"henrik?" ellie asked quickly, lowering her voice so parker couldn't hear. she turned to face him fully, eyes large. "your whole not talking to me thing… was that because of… the reason i left work? i know people were gossiping, and -"

"mein gott, no!" henrik exclaimed. he shook his head rapidly, rushing to explain. "ellie, i understand - if the whole gossip bullshit is true, then i completely understand. mental health is - it's much more important than work, ok? i get that."

ellie hummed softly, seemingly unconvinced. henrik softened. "perle," he murmured. "did you - did you ever wonder why i took so many breaks from work myself?"

she blinked, but before she could say a word, parker called him over again. "come on, we don't have all day!" he cried, and henrik finally ducked into the car, watching ellie step back.

"i'll call you this time," henrik promised. "i swear."

she said nothing, but the corner of her mouth twitched. henrik sat back in his seat, breathing deeply.

"hecate golf club, here we come," parker told him. henrik craned round to see ellie out the window. she was standing in the driveway still, but she was smiling softly.

-

the drive to hecate was rather awkward, especially given that lucas was their driver.

"are you like, the official chauffeur of hecate?" marvin asked sarcastically from the back seat. chase had called shotgun, and was awkwardly tapping his seat with his nails as lucas drove.

"kinda, actually!" lucas said cheerfully. "my main magic specialty is shields and protection, after all. i make a good chauffer."

"really?" chase said, looking up at lucas with wide eyes. "marvin can do protection spells and stuff, is that what you do?"

"kinda," lucas said again. "marvin here is a very skilled magician - one of the best i've seen. he can probably do the spells better than me, not gonna lie." he laughed, and marvin sunk lower in his seat, glaring out the window and listening to the other two chatter on and on.

he wasn't sure how chase was so calm, given what they'd just heard. everything was falling apart and jackie was partially responsible - marvin refused to believe it. a few people acting odd and a strange magic smell wasn't exactly the end of the world. not only that, but the possibility that henrik could be in danger made marvin feel sick, and anti had fucking drained his phone before he could finish the call. god, he hoped he was ok. "are we nearly there?" marvin interrupted. "i can barely see out the bloody windows, and i'm tired of having anti on my shoulder."

marvin shoved anti off to accentuate his point. anti, half conscious, groaned and weakly batted at marvin's legs before slumping against the car door.

"nearly there, yeah," lucas told him. "miss kamata asked me personally to take you there. it must be big stuff. is it about your brother?"

marvin hesitated. "yeah," he mumbled. "i guess."

when they drove up to the parking lot, chase peered through the window curiously. "so many cars," he noticed. "and people. i thought this wasn't a real golf club?"

"it's not," lucas said, parking the car in an empty space. "a bunch of this is all illusions, to keep up the pretense of this being an active organization. well, it is an active organization, but not… a normal, active golf club. that's it. yeah."

"while do you act as a golf club?" chase asked. "like, out of everything you could choose…"

"because it's easier to hide," lucas said. the car stopped fully, the locks on the doors clicking open. "no one important notices an expensive golfing place. that's why they chose this area to base it in too, i think. not only is this one of the more magical areas of the city, but it's subtle. blends in with all the other rich people shit."

"so some parts of the city are more magical than others?" chase asked. he and lucas stepped out of the car, leaving marvin and anti in the backseat. marvin frowned - chase knew all this stuff, why was he asking?

"yep!" lucas said, flashing chase a grin. "especially in brighton. brighton is one of the more magical places of the world. mostly cause there was a resurgence of magic here in the last few years. no one knows why, but it's good for us. our branch of hecate is pretty powerful, considering."

marvin rolled his eyes. "hey, can someone help with anti, please?" he called. the two men startled, like they'd forgotten he was there.

"oh - oh, shit, sorry!" chase spluttered, turning bright red. he and lucas helped marvin to get anti out the car, and together they dragged him inside.

two magicians were waiting for them at the door. "mcloughlin?" one woman asked, and marvin nodded. anti moaned softly, stirring and attempting to straighten himself.

"miss kamata asked us to take the sick one to our medbay," said a man with purple hair. "she'll speak with him later. you're to come upstairs to her office so she can fill you in on the current situation."

"my brother's coming here," marvin said. "his name is henrik von schneeplestein. looks just like us but - shorter hair than all of us, uh, with a streak of grey. glasses. he's hurt, i think. will you keep a lookout for him?"

the magicians exchanged glances. "we'll see what we can do," the woman told him. she gestured for him to follow. "come on, we'll take you to her."

some other magicians took anti from marvin's arms to help him along to the medbay while they walked through the halls. marvin had seen it all before, but chase was in awe, craning his head back to look. "woah!" he cried, spinning on the spot. "this place is epic!"

"it's under an illusion," the male magician told him. "to all those without magic blood, it's just a normal place. it's a risk to mask it that way, as those with evil intent could theoretically discover us through that, but we have other ways of hiding such things. besides, we help those with magic. do you have magic, young man?"

chase shook his head sadly. "i wish," he said longingly. "i've always wanted to do magic."

"but you can see through our illusions," the woman said, perplexed. "you have magic blood."

"just from my brothers," chase said casually. "marvin does a lot of miscellaneous spells, stuff he discovers, and jackie has photokinesis. henrik can heal minor injuries as well, i'm pretty sure."

"a healer?" the magicians look at each other again. "we don't have many of those. i think your brother could be a useful asset to hecate."

"wait, wait, wait," marvin interrupted. he moved between the magicians and his younger brother, holding his hands up. "you're not here to fucking recruit my brothers, especially not the ones who aren't here." he shot chase a look, and chase shrank under his gaze. "we probably shouldn't talk about that stuff right now anyway."

they continued up the stairs in silence.

"sorry, marvin," chase mumbled to him. "didn't mean to say too much. i'm not used to all this."

marvin just sighed. "don't mention jamie," was all he said in response.

they were taken to kazuki's door and the man went to knock, but the door swung open almost as soon as his knuckles graced the wood. "thank you alana, zack," came kazuki's voice from inside, and the doors quickly shut behind them.

"kazuki," marvin said cooly, standing straight. "explain what's going on, please. what's happening to the people?"

"hello to you too, marvin," kazuki said. she was standing in front of her desk, wearing a red suit with her hair loose around her shoulders. she nodded at the other two men with him. "chase brody. lucas. good to see you two. lucas, thank you for driving them here."

"my pleasure, miss kamata," lucas said with a smile and an awkward hand twirl. "shall i go?"

kazuki considered. "do you wish for him to stay?" she asked. the question was directed at marvin, but chase answered.

"yes, please," he said, giving lucas a smile. lucas smiled back, surprised, and chase turned back to kazuki confidently. "i like this guy."

kazuki's lips upturned, and suddenly the four of them were sitting in an odd circle next to her desk. there were no seats under them, just what felt like solid air. "cool," chase breathed, and he giggled. kazuki tittered softly at his amazed reaction before turning serious again.

"so let's talk about your brother," she started. "we know he stole your magic - the black magic spells you discovered."

"i never performed them," marvin said quickly. "i just found them and never would have -"

"yes, we've been through this," kazuki sighed. she shifted in her invisible air chair, possibly using magic to make it more comfortable. "but here's the thing. we... know of the organization he sold it to."

marvin turned to look at chase and lucas, who both looked surprised. "we do?" lucas said uncertainly.

"let me rephrase that. the higher ups of hecate know," kazuki said. she leaned back onto the desk behind her, blue eyes scrutinizing their reactions. "the leaders of each branch around the world."

"this is a worldwide problem?" marvin said. rage suddenly rose in his chest like boiling water. "why did i never know? i was practically top of hecate when i was with you!"

kazuki raised an eyebrow. "were you?" she said flatly. "even your ex boyfriend was higher ranking than you."

chase piped up while marvin spluttered indignantly. "there are rankings in hecate?"

"in a way," hecate told him. "but that's a conversation for another day. this other organization…" she sighed. "they were once part of hecate."

no one said anything. marvin blinked rapidly, mouth hanging open, but couldn't summon any words. kazuki continued. "hecate was originally a rebel organization founded by british magicians in 1735, when the witchcraft act was passed by parliament. you don't need all the history, though. magic was highly disliked by many back then, is all you need. we named ourselves "restitutio", latin for "restoration." our cause spread. we took in magicians and everyone who did magic and trained them. we hid. but some of us did not want to hide. some of us… turned to darker ways of life."

there was a dramatic pause. chase cleared his throat and opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. lucas sniffed loudly. marvin tapped his foot against the floor.

kazuki twirled her hand absentmindedly. a few trinkets floated off her desk and round her hand. "some of them wanted to fight. didn't want to keep our magic hidden. they… did many horrible things. people died. many of them. this was near the end of the 1700s, and many of the original values of restitutio had been lost." she took a breath, glancing up at her hands. "eventually, we, the hecate side of restitutio, took as much dark magic as we could and the others left. it was more recently that things began to change."

"what was the change?" lucas asked.

"there were a few," kazuki said. "all happening within a few years. first off, we discovered that the darker half of us had been hiding for years, cultivating dark magic by infiltrating our ranks. then, around the same time, magic itself changed. it seemed it learned to hide itself, through a barrier we called the veil."

"i didn't know all this," marvin muttered. then he raised his voice. "is this another thing only higher ups know?"

"you should know about the veil," kazuki said. "it hides our magic from nonmag eyes. it was discovered a few years before the dark organization."

"and.. when were these discovered?" chase said, voice low. he had a strange look on his face, and didn't turn to look at marvin.

"well, the veil was discovered on, i believe, october 10th of 2014," kazuki said, seemingly not noticing how marvin and chase jolted. "and we found the first traces of the black magic on october 31st of 2016. we thought it was a halloween prank of sorts, at first - are you two ok?"

chase shook his head rapidly, bouncing on his air seat and waving his hands, slapping his thighs lightly. "we're fine," he said firmly. "fuck, we're fine - what does jackie have to do with this? where does he tie in?"

kazuki frowned, though didn't comment. "his magic… is unnatural. you say he's a user of photokinesis?" the brothers nodded, and kazuki took a breath. "that's not good. photokinesis is a branch of light magic. whatever magic the organization gave him - i'm sorry for always calling it that, it doesn't have a name that we know of - we don't know what that magic is. it's dark, and it's corrupting him."

"it comes from a necklace," chase said. "does that mean anything?"

kazuki swore under her breath. "it could be… we'll talk about that later. here's the important point."

she leaned forward, eyes cold. "the magic in him is fighting for power. and he clearly has never been trained in controlling either branch of magic. and ever since the explosion in that motel in new romney, the veil has been… breaking."

the silence was deafening. marvin felt like it was crushing him, his breaths coming quicker with the effort of staying upright. "could be a coincidence," he said, but his voice was very small. "it can't be… breaking, what do you mean -"

"the two worlds are trying to collide and for some reason they're physically unable to now," kazuki said. "he's tearing a hole in the veil, in the barrier between magic and… normality, i suppose."

marvin was about to finally say something - he wasn't sure what, just something - when a man burst into the room. zack, the purple haired magician from earlier, was gasping and panting for breath, trying to force out words.

"zack," kazuki said, narrowing her eyes and standing. the air chairs under marvin and the others lifted them up onto their feet and promptly dissolved underneath them. "this better be important."

"it - it is, miss kamata," he wheezed. "we've been breached. one of our own has been taken."

-

it all happened so fast.

parker dropped henrik off at the gates of hecate, not even heading into the car park. "see you soon, schneeplestein! come visit, i'm sure molly would love to see you," he said with a dazed grin, eyes unfocused. henrik stepped out of the car and closed the door, smiling nervously at the doctor's strange expression.

"are you alright, parker?" he asked with a small laugh. "you are acting very strange."

"what? just - just fine!" parker exclaimed. he didn't look at henrik. "go do your… golf. i'll be seeing you."

henrik swallowed, straightening as much as he could with his injured leg. "yes," he mumbled. "i'm sure you will."

parker's grin was far too wide. he turned the car, preparing to drive off down the road, when the car glitched and disappeared.

henrik stood in absolute shook for a moment.

the car glitched. and disappeared. it had glitched in a burst of static and vanished completely, leaving nothing behind. not parker. not anything.

ok, so henrik was hallucinating. the magic aaron had hit him with was making him hallucinate. he blinked and turned away, suddenly aware of his head pounding, feeling slightly sick. there was a strange smell in the air. something wrong. he sniffed, realizing it was a very specific scent. like… smoke. like smoke through an open window.

"henrik?"

he jumped, eyes focusing on the man in front of him. as soon as they did, he soured. "raymond," he said with slight disdain. "fancy seeing you here."

raymond snorted. "i work here, friend," he said, sarcasm in the last word. "what are -" his brown eyes widened as he took in henrik's wounds. "oh, bloody hell!"

henrik grabbed the man's arms for support. "don't feel well," he managed. "ich glaube, ich könnte krank sein…"

he stumbled back and promptly threw up on the concrete. raymond's noises of disgust reached his ears through his retching, and as he wiped his mouth he just managed to decipher "fuck, dude, you got vom on my fuckin' suit!"

"sorry," henrik said weakly. his vision was beginning to blur, blackness creeping into the corners of his eyes. "g'hit… car, it glitch…"

"i am not looking after my ex's sick brother," raymond said disgustedly. he reached up and tapped a device behind his ear. "hey, some guy down here is sick. probably a bad hex or something. i dunno, man, it doesn't look good. physical too. leg, back. should i send him to the medbay?"

the more the man spoke, the dizzier henrik felt. someone else was talking to him. he thought he couldn't hear what they were saying.

" - here, come inside," raymond was saying. "we'll check you over. alana, open the spell for a sec so i can get him in."

henrik passed out then. but later, people filled him in on what had happened.

the spells on the gates to the car park has briefly been lowered to let henrik inside. but the second they were down was all that was needed. two men had burst in, ripping through the air with magic that reeked of smoke and something else, something unplaceable. the attack hadn't even really been an attack; it had lasted maybe a minute. when henrik woke in the medbay, he was informed that raymond had been taken, kidnapped, captured, and that was that.

it all happened so fast. so fast.

not only that, but the magicians didn't know what the magic in henrik's body was. dark stuff, they said. incurable, at least by them, they said. it must have come from the same two men who had broken into hecate, they said. they thought black magic didn't exist anymore, they said.

henrik was numb to it all.

"i'm sorry i wasn't there!" marvin had said when he came to see him, chase and another blonde man in tow. "i tried to contact you, anti drained my phone - henny, i'm so sorry, i shouldn't have left you alone!"

henrik hurt. jackie was truly gone. hecate had been breached. a man had beem captured. henrik didn't say a word.

fuck, it had all happened so fast.

-

"you did it, babe!"

"we did it! fuck, it was far easier than i expected. i can say this now, but i was pretty certain we weren't going to manage it."

jackie laughed at aaron's words, kissing him before drawing back with a grin on his face. "honestly? me neither," he giggled. "but look at what we got! far, far better than i could have hoped - oh, he doesn't like that, does he?"

the man chained to the chair in front of them narrowed his eyes, rage burning in them. jackie bent down in front of him, grinning wide. "been a while since i last saw you, raymond! when was it? god, i can't remember. was it the time that you came round demanding marvin paid back your money? was it the time marvin caught you in bed with some fucking nomag twink and you and him had that screaming match? was it the time we saw you in the street with your new boyfriend and marvin started crying so i nearly hit you?" jackie flicked raymond's nose, still giggling like a child. "god, every day since then i've wished i'd beaten the fucking shit out of you. i used to be disgusted with myself for thinking that kind of stuff too, you know? but now… i think i've embraced it."

he tapped a sleek black dagger on raymond's face, just on top of the gag shoved in his mouth. "you like my knife? my boyfriend got it for me. this is him, by the way. say hi, aaron!"

aaron waved from the corner where he was leaning, resting on a blue baseball bat. raymond's eyes were wild with fear and anger, and he shook his head to try and get the blade away.

"what's that?" jackie said, pretending to listen like a kid playing with a doll. "you want to talk? certainly!" he slashed the knife down the man's face, cutting through the gag but the skin underneath as well. raymond screamed in pain, but cut himself off as quickly as he could, biting down on his lip and panting.

"bitch," raymond spat. "what are you? a demon? what type of magic is this?" blood dribbled down his chin. "and - ha, why did you break in? idiot, i would have left anyway - do you not understand how high security hecate is? you got in, and all you did was, what, knock out your sick brother and kidnap me?"

jackie leaned back, sticking out his lip and looking upset. then his smirk returned like it had never left, and he threw back his head to roar with laughter. aaron giggled from the corner before coming to stand next to his boyfriend.

"oh - oh, raymond, no," jackie giggled, wiping at his eyes. "oh, you think we - you think we just grabbed you and left? nooo, no no no. time is an illusion, my bastard friend!"

"we got so much done!" aaron said joyfully. "all thanks to jackie's wonderful brother -"

"oh, stop it, mo chroí, we couldn't have done anything without your lovely magic!" jackie elbowed aaron and the two dissolved into peals of laughter while raymond watched with a forced neutral expression.

"what do you want with me?" he said, trying to keep his voice flat. "i don't know what information you think i know, but it's nothing good. i'm not as high ranked as you might think, i swear, i -"

"shut up now, ok?" aaron suddenly interrupted. "we were having a moment there and you ruined it. fuck, they're never polite, are they, jackson?"

"i don't know, this is only my second prisoner!" jackie joked. then he rolled his eyes. "and we don't fucking care what rank you are, we just snatched the first guy we saw. it just so happened to be my brother's filthy, cheating whore ex." he leaned forward, right into raymond's face. "you're my ticket to a better life, bitch. look at that. you have a fucking use after all."

jackie turned to aaron, gripping his arm and turning him to face him. "they're really gonna love him, aren't they?" he cooed. "will he be good enough?"

"course he will, babe," aaron said. "he's hecate, he - what does he do, teleport? he teleports. that's interesting, they might like that."

"'they?'" raymond shouted angrily. he struggled against his chains, grunting. "who is 'they?' why can't i teleport? is this - is this about what i did to marvin? i never meant to hurt him!"

without warning, jackie slapped raymond right across the face. "i already fucking told you that it's nothing to do with you," he snapped, dropping the soft tone from before. "i saw you and took you. we kind of had other priorities at that moment. you fucking got it? jesus shit, dude, not everything's about you - although, i know you think it is, huh?" he hit raymond again, sending him reeling. "do you know how many nights i spent holding marvin while he cried, feeling worthless, depressed - you meant so much to him but you are nothing but a repulsive -"

"jackson, calm," aaron soothed, taking his face in hand. "you can't hurt him too bad. they'll get upset, it'll show a lack of control. that's something they look for. do you want to be accepted or not?"

"accepted?" raymond cried, voice high in pitch. "are you selling me to a cult or something?"

"nope," aaron said cheerfully. "much worse."

jackie growled in raymond's direction. "fucking bastard. the organization better see self control from me if it means i can't beat the living daylights outta this guy."

"they will," aaron reassured. "they will. then we can properly be together, and you can't -"

jackie suddenly screamed, a howl of complete agony that made raymond throw his head back like it would save him. jackie clawed at his chest, doubling over as his whole form… his form, his body… raymond cringed. the man's form was flickering, like a glitching computer screen. and as he watched, raymond started to smell something. a stinking, magical smell so thick it almost made him choke. it smelled like smoke. like smoke creeping through an open window.

"jackson, jackson - fuck, let's get out of here," aaron said, pushing jackie out the door of the small room raymond was being kept in. aaron whipped back round to look at him as he left, glaring. "get comfortable," he said. "you might be in here a while."

the door shut behind them, leaving raymond cold with the taste of copper and smoke on his tongue.

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จงปล่อย​ให้ลูกโกหกบ้าง ทำไม​เบ็นซ​์ถึงแนะนำเช่นนั้น​ เอาง่ายๆ​ เลยนะคะ​ เวลาลูกโกหกส่วนใหญ่​ เราจับได้เสมอ​ เพราะเรามีประสบการณ์​มากกว่าเลย​สามารถ​รับรู้​และจับโกหกลูกได้​ อยากให้แม่ลองทำแบบนี้คะ​ ไม่จับโกหกลูก​ ให้ลูกเล่าเรื่องโกหกนั้นจนจบ สังเกตุอาการ​และกริยา​ลูกขณะเล่าเรื่อง​ คุณแม่อาจจะพบมุมมองอีกด้านนึงคือ 1. ลูกไม่ได้ตั้งใจโกหก​ แต่นี่คือมุมมองความจริงที่ลูกเห็น​ ลูกเล่าจากสิ่งที่เขาเข้าใจว่ามันเป็นอยู่​ อันนี้สิ่งที่แม่ต้องทำคือให้มุมมองอีกด้านหนึ่ง​ ซึ่งคนอื่นอาจมอง​ โดยตั้งเป็นคำถามแทนที่จะเล่าให้ฟัง​ ทำให้​ลูก​เข้า​ใจว่าสิ่งที่ลูกเข้าใจไม่ได้มีมุมมองเพียงแค่​ด้าน​เดียว 2.ลูกกลัวที่จะพูดความจริง​ เพราะแม่น่ากลัวเกินไป​ ปฏิกิริยา​ตอบสนอง​ของแม่รุนแรง​เกินไปกับความจริงที่บอกออกไป​ อันนี้ง่ายมาก​ แก้ที่แม่​ ใช้สติ​ ปัญญา​ และความ​กล้าหาญ​ ของคุณแม่​ เปลี่ยน​แปลง​ตัวเอง​ ทำตัวเองให้ใช้อารมณ์​น้อยลง​ แล้วรับฟังลูก​ ใช้เวลาอยู่กับลูกให้มากขึ้น​จะช่วย​ได้​ อ่านหนังสือ​นิทานเยอะๆ​ ให้ลูกฟังช่วยได้เยอะ​เลย 3.ลูกอยากได้รับคำชื่นชมหรือความสนใจจากเรื่องโกหกนั้น​ แปลได้ว่าเราใม่ให้ความชื่นชม​ หรือลูกไม่ได้รู้สึกว่าเขาได้รับความชื่นชมอย่างเพียงพอ​ หรือไม่มีค่าเท่าไหร่ในสายตาพ่อแม่​ ส่วนใหญ่จะเกิดกับบ้านที่ชื่นชม​ด้านความสำเร็จ​ของ​ลูก​ไม่ใช​่​ความ​พยายาม​ แถมเวลาเข้าหาก็บอกลูกว่ายุ่ง​ ไม่เห็นหรอ​แม่ทำงานอยู่​ อืมม​ แบบนี้ พอแยกออกเป็นข้อๆ​ แล้วจะเห็นว่าสาเหตุ​ที่ลูกโกหก​ แก้ได้ด้วยเรา​ ต้นเหตุจากเราที่เป็นพ่อแม่นั่นเอง​ เราเลิกจับโกหกลูกกันเถอะ​นะ​ เราเริ่มแก้ปัญหาที่ต้นเหตุ​ คือตัวเรา​ ใช้เวลากับลูก​ คุยกัยลูกรับฟังลูก​กันนะคะ​ By Dr. Benz Choklap #คิดส์คาเฟ่บางนา​ #คาเฟ่เด็ก​ #คาเฟ่เด็กบางนา​#BabbleSpaceKidsCafe https://th.babblespacekidscafe.com/ (at Babble Space Kidscafe) https://www.instagram.com/p/B91eOrdF7YT/?igshid=1vyyqog1hjofn

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Rocking the Cradle chapter 3: Marinette and Adrien Have a Child part 1

You know, It is commonly said that hindsight is 20/20 and while most would call that a silly old people’s quote Marinette was feeling it worse than cramps with no advil.

She stood there at the door of the orphanage with the rest of her class wringing her hand every two minutes just trying to effectively comprehend the task she was about to take on.

“Ok.” she started to herself “I am now partners with Adrien Agreste, whom I’ve been crushing on since the fourth grade and we are about to commence step one of our year long project...which just so happens to be adopting a child.”

Honestly it was that last part (Along with the first part...and the middle part...all the parts) that was throwing her for a pretty harsh loop.

But she couldn't dwell on it too long as the rest of her friends were coming around the corner, Smiles and all.

Well, all accept Nino of course.

“A 150 dollar Baby Jogger City Lite Stroller™, A 230 dollar Mercedes Benz E550 Ride on car™, 100 dollars in toddler friendly food and another 50 bucks all spent on Hard cover toddlers books...WHAT DO YOU HAVE AGAINST PAPERBACK WOMAN!?”

Alya rolled her eyes “um in case you’re unaware toddlers tear up paper faster than I can write a Ladyblog post so hardcover books are key to making sure they last longer than 2 minutes.”

Nino held his head in his hands as Adrien patted his back empathetically “Well at least you have a warranty on all the stuff so if anything goes wrong it’s not a total loss. Look at it this way, you could be having twins.” Adrien snickered trying to mask his amusement for his friends misfortune. Nino glared back at the unapologetic blonde “Dude, don’t jinx me like that my bank account LITERALLY can’t afford it.”.

As they approached Marinette in a pale yellow sundress with sheer puffy white sleeves and matching daisy belt; Adrien smiled brightly, clearly showing his excitement for what was to come.

“Hey Marinette” He said “you’re looking quite sunny today!”

The bluenette felt the beginning of a blush creep up on her face but forced it down to try and talk with her partner

“Uh yea well you know this was just something I stitched together last minute” she said eyes cast down at the stone sidewalk.

“Didn’t you work, like, 3 weeks on that thing? Staying up all night and getting no sleep?” Alya noted passively.

Marinette shot a death glare at her best friend but she was too busy scrolling through her phone and sucking on a lollipop to really care.

“Well however long you took on it it looks great on you” Adrien said genuinely which caused the timid girl to put on a small but real smile on her face.

“Yea it matches really well with ur bright red face you’re always sporting, very chic.”

“WHY DO YOU TALK!?”

Shortly after their professor rolled up to the orphanage in a cab, apologizing for being so late “Again, you get no choice in who you marry” he muttered bitterly.

Marinette took a deep breath as people started filing in to pick out their children. She was feeling all types of things.

Excitement

Anxiety

Uncertainty

But mostly Marinette was scared. She didn't wanna disappoint the little life she was about to take care of. It wasn’t their fault they were left here and it’s only right that she give them all the love and affection her heart could give...but what if she couldn’t do it?

She then felt something warm in her grasp, a hand holding her own. It was soft but firm and it felt sort of like home to her. She looked down at the hand then peered up to see adrien looking kindly but determinedly back at her

And again green eyes met blue

“Hey I noticed you looked kinda nervous doing this, and i get that. We are kinda taking the responsibility of raising a kid all on our own which is kinda strange and intense...and unethical in some countries”

Marinette couldn’t help but giggle at his well-meaning but ultimately pointless babbling.

“But the point is,” He said with an embarrassed blush dusting his face “No matter which kid we choose and whatever life stuff happens to pop up let’s at least promise to put our child’s interest first, above all else ok?”

Marinette’s giggling had ceased as she thought about the promise made before her. ‘He really wants to do good with this’ she thought to herself, ‘Even with a partner like me he still wants to make sure our kid comes first’. She then steeled her nerves, looked directly at him and agreed “You got a deal”

A grin that reminded her so much of chat noir’s spread across adrien’s glowing face “That’s the spirit!” he said. “But there’s one more promise I wanted to add if you don’t mind.” He then added after a slight pause.

Her blue eyes looked puzzled. “Ok. Shoot”

Adrien took a deep breath

“Whatever happens let’s BOTH promise to be there for our kid. I don’t really have that luxury anymore with my mom gone so I really don’t want to put someone else through that too.” he said looking away.

Marinette was shocked. It hadn’t even occurred to her how adrien must’ve felt about this whole thing. She knew he had lost his mother but it never even crossed her mind how that might shape his view on the project.

On instinct she grabbed both his hands stared right at his face.

“I promise they’ll see you or me everyday even if it’s just video chat. They will know that they’re loved.”

Relief and joy lit up his face “You got a deal!”

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using bath salts for the first time because my leggies are sore and ooooh it smells so good im gonna lay in this tub for like half an hour then wash my hair

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Can we stop listening to these people?

MY LATEST COLUMN Can we stop listening to these people? Azly Rahman

It is not rocket science. It is not a complicated issue. It is not necessary to talk to these “stakeholders in education” when it comes to the teaching of Maths and Science in English, I’d say.

I have written umpteen times on the issue of our refusal to teach this advanced-technological lingua franca to our children in schools as a medium of instruction. The government today, and of the past, cannot continue to be bullied endlessly by these “ultra-Malay-linguistic nationalists” who are, out of idiotic pride and nationalistic false consciousness, trying to bring back the Malays especially to the times of Malacca Sultanate, thinking that Bahasa Melayu can be at par with English as the language of technological progress.

As one who has taught English and more than 50 courses in the English language in my teaching career, I must say how frustrating and boring it is to read, for decades since the 80s, the opposition to the language of instruction of critical importance. Below is my straight-talk on the issue. I hope this will invite a serious discussion on the future of our children. I wrote them as brief Facebook and Twitter entries.

These blind nationalists

People have long been talking about globalism, post-industrialism, they are still babbling about ultra-Malay nationalism. Stuck in teaching Sciences in Malay, our children can never progress to the fullest scientifically. Ignore the hypocrites. Because we surrendered to the hypocrisy of the ultra-Malay language nationalists, we failed two generations of Malays. We saw this in the Jawi issue.

Since the 80s, the same old nonsense from the anti-English language-Ultra-Malay groups is destroying two generations of Malays. Out of a vainglorious bloated egoism, they are out to spread the virus of ignorance of the meaning of lingua franca.

The National Writers' Association (Pena) and Malay writers can continue to write in Malay. No one is taking away their pen, like what General Suharto, the “Bapak Judistira”, did to the great Communist writer Pramoedya Ananta Toer. These Pena people can write in Malay to their soul’s content. But let today’s Malay children master the subjects of Science and Maths in English. No problem. No hypocrisy.

Are the Malay writers linguistic gang opposing English Language because they still wish to sell books in Malay? Not because of nationalism? And why are some Islamic youth movements still opposed to the teaching of Maths and Science in English? Out of ignorance? Idiotic pride? Or plain hypocrisy? Many Islamist-politicians do not like the word "liberal-secularism" but they can certainly understand what "Mercedes Benz" means. I’d say listen not to the battle cry of those out to oppose the English language. They are out to push our children backwards.

No language is sub-standard. All are equal. But English is still a priority for professional advancement today.

Language of the Salafis too

I'd say even Arabic is not a priority language in Malaysia today. Focus on the English language. More progressive. Malaysia will be a better place if we educate the Salafis and Wahabis with good doses of Western philosophy, I guarantee.

Friday khutbahs (sermons) will benefit well with liberal ideas from the Enlightenment period, especially - Voltaire, Rousseau, Diderot, and great thinkers of the Western tradition. The Friday khutbahs should also gradually be in English. Makes Islam sound more progressive and liberalising.

I have taught the course Islamic Scriptures in English. I liked it better. More liberating it feels. Do it in Malaysia too. I'd say it's better to teach Islamic Studies in English instead of Malay. Better for liberal advancement.

Try explaining blockchain technology, AI, hyperloop, VR, biotechnology, and time travel in Malay. I'd be confused. Master the English language.

The English language promotes egalitarianism in the social address. The Malay language invites "kow-tow-ization" to the privileged class. I love the Malay language, born into it. But it is no longer useful to amass modern knowledge, to become a "Renaissance Man"

Today's politicians want to defend the Malay language out of political necessity to score political points. Dishonesty? Defending the Malay language could one day be a passing fad. Freedom of expression feels better in the English language.

Malay dignity need not lie in the Malay language. Mastering Western philosophy can be a path to better dignity, I argue. English is today's language of post-modern knowledge. Master it. Making Malay a constitutionally-protected treasure but viewed as a lesser priority, would be my advice.

If you wish Malay children to go to top English-speaking universities, be real. Teach most subjects in English. Defenders of the Malay language on the matter of Stem teaching have shown a good display of hypocrisy. Ultra-Malay linguistic nationalists must stop fooling the Malays and pushing them cognitively backwards. I wrote about this in my new book.

I sense these ultra-Malay defenders of the Malay language are nationalists without a clear sense of what nationalism means today. The new spiritual strength of the Malays. Mastering Western philosophy can be a path to greater dignity, I'd argue.

Stop failing them

We are failing our children in preparing them for a world constantly in major flux, in which advanced scientific, technological, and cybernetic knowledge explodes every second, primarily reproduced in the English language. We are letting the Malay language ultra-nationalists pave the one-belt-road to ancient times. Of the false and imagined glory of the Malacca kingdom with its sub-standard Sultans.

English is the lingua franca of science and advanced science. The Malay language is not. Start accepting this fact. No, fellow Malaysians. Malay is not a language of advanced science. English is. Teach it well. Stop fooling ourselves. Get real. Ignore those linguistic hypocrites.

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Chrissy Teigen‘s son is growing up fast!

The model, 34, gave fans a glimpse of how big Miles Theodore has gotten on Wednesday when she shared an adorable photo of her baby boy in his toy convertible.

In the picture, the 19-month-old wears a striped top and patterned pants as he plants himself behind the wheel of a mini red Mercedes-Benz.

“hey ladies,” Teigen captioned the snapshot.

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Teigen has been documenting all of Miles’ big milestones on social media this year.

In June, the Cravings: Hungry for More cookbook author revealed her son had started to learn to speak. “When your first word is ‘Yeah!'” she captioned a video of Miles babbling to his maternal grandmother, Vilailuck.

You love Yai?” Teigen’s mom asks Miles in the clip, using his and his 3-year-old big sister Luna Simone‘s name for their grandma.

“Yeah!” Miles replies animatedly from his high chair, giving the same adorable response when his Yai asks if he loves “Mommy,” “Luna” and “Dada.”

“Luna’s first word was ‘no,'” Teigen joked in a separate comment. “They’re exactly us.”

View this post on Instagram when your first word is “yeah!”

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A month later, the mother of two shared with fans that Miles had also started taking his first few steps.

“I think I just caught his first real steps! Does this count?” Teigen asked alongside a video posted on her Twitter.

In the clip, Miles can be seen making his way toward Teigen while holding a toy car in his hand.

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As he approaches her, he quickly grabs on to the sofa in front of him and squeals.

“Good job, you took a step!” Teigen sweetly says to her son.

I think I just caught his first real steps! Does this count? pic.twitter.com/LBYz1jCCIY

— christine teigen (@chrissyteigen) July 23, 2019

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RELATED: Chrissy Teigen ‘Finally’ Gets a Kiss from Son Miles: ’16 Months, Worth the Wait!’

Teigen welcomed Miles in May 2018 with husband John Legend. The baby boy was born three weeks before his June 7 due date, with the Lip Sync Battle host announcing the birth by tweeting, “Somebody’s herrrrrrre!”

She addressed her son’s early entrance into the world with a sweet Instagram post the following month.

“Today was your original due date but you heard how cool we are since that’s all we talk about (how cool we are) and you wanted to see what all the fuss was about, 3 weeks early,” she wrote. “Well we tricked u! We are boring AF but we love you!”

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