literally am going to start blocking anyone who ships something other than jeanlisa in genshin

Mister impossible spoilers

No context for if this is feasible or not. But Ó corra rights. Brings us to the question of if declan is man enough to take a fada in the sea of bland American politics. who knows

Nightingale - 44

Fandom: Naruto Pairing: Hatake Kakashi &/x Fem!OC Contents: Worrying, feels, fluff, sadness, growth. Completely un-proofed. A/N: Updates will be a bit slower the next while. Not feeling entirely top notch mentally and there are bdays and other social things too. ASK or REBLOG for tag! HUUUGE thanks to all who are reblogging already <3

Ch. 44

They walk through the house in silence. Her hand in his. His heart in the throat. Sometimes, Uguïsu stands still and closes her eyes, head tilted slightly as if listening to the voices of the past that the white-haired jōnin thought he’s the only one to hear. More than once, Kakashi catches himself staring at the woman and how effortlessly she fits into the remains of his old life as if the house is yearning for the present – for her specifically instead of simply any inhabitant.

He is loathe to admit that moving out and staying away had been for other reasons than simple convenience. Excuses such as “it’s too big for me” or “it’s too far from the ANBU headquarters” hadn’t been challenged when he was still a big boy getting by on his own...but they are crumbling away now as he is presented with the obvious solution: Keep on living – make new and better memories.

Finishing the tour in the kitchen, Kakashi does not dare to break the silence cocooning them. He is, however, more than happy to let his blue nightingale tug herself into his embrace, nestling the cheek against his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, efficiently sapping all hope from him, “coming here...it reminds me of walking in the ruins of my village and glimpsing what used to be.”

Shit no! “Oh...let’s get ou-”

“There’s a difference, though,” Uguïsu stops him with a finger on his lips hiding behind the mask, “this place...it’s still here and it has been waiting, hasn’t it? For you?”

Kakashi can only catch a glimpse of her expression because her hair is cascading in front of it. “What makes you say that?”

“For someone who’s supposed to be one of the top shinobi of Konoha, you’re kinda obvious, sweetie.” It would have sounded condescending from anyone else, but she delivers it with a peck on his cheek and a soft giggle, rendering him willing to forgive everything. Then she frowns, pulling out of his embrace. “And I read in your file in the Hokage’s archive that this is your childhood home.”

Letting the silence speak for him at first, the jōnin contemplates digging into the when of the reveal but decides to ignore that detail for now. He watches the woman, seeing how she struggles to say what’s on her mind, and for each moment that passes he can feel his heart cringe and (before he manages to smother it) pity.

“It’s too sudden...isn’t it? Like I’m moving too fast and becoming too serious?” She nods hesitantly at Kakashi’s words. “It’s...I get it. I really do. Maybe if it had been a random house then it would’ve felt less like a milestone and more like the practical solution it’s meant as right now.”

Lately, they’ve spend nearly all their free time together now that Uguïsu has gotten comfortable with sleeping over. She always has the option to leave.

“’Kashi...please don’t be mad at me,” she whispers with a tremble, “I really appreciate it but...this is you home and I...I can’t impose on that before you’ve at least had a chance to reclaim it.”

But I don’t...need to do that. It was my home but it’ll never be the home it was and that’s alright. “Reclaiming would mean that I could get back what once was...but that’s not possible -” he’s got her full attention, somehow having found her hands without realizing -”because...it wasn’t...this is just a house and it can’t be a home again unless there’s someone here that I care about.” She’s about to protest but he stops her by baring his face completely. “Uguïsu...the decision is yours and yours alone. I won’t presume to know what’s right for you but for me...this is something I can do to maybe help you be granting you a safe place away from the crowd and the buzz of visitors to Konoha. I’m not going to live here on my own. I...I just...can’t...”

Dark eyes mirror his face. He catches a glimpse of calm, of honesty, as she searches his features for something more but there is nothing else to find any longer. His words aren’t a cover for the pain he used to feel even if sadness still lingers within him, bittersweet from the dreams he had as a little boy.

Old Sarutobi had said one day that “she never got to mourn her loved ones”, and now, as Kakashi stands here in his old home with the one he loves, he can sense the burden of the past still weighing on her as if all the ghosts are sitting on her shoulders, holding her back. She hasn’t had the same time I did.

“Think about it, alright? You can still keep the apartment too and you can always come to my place if you want my company.”

She frowns, scrunching the brows. “Wait...you won’t move in here with me?”

“Only when you want me to and not a day before.”

Uguïsu's mouth forms a perfect “O” as she finally realizes what he has been offering.

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did oli l*ndon say he was auditioning for nct hollywood

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Me every time and everywhere !!

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Starting Over Chapter 18

“You wish you could call him, don’t you?”  Connie asked me as we were working in tandem to get Bryn’s car seat to cooperate with the slender backseat of my new to me car.  The three year old was making her own kind of fun in the safety of my hedged and fenced backyard, we could hear her playing with a doll and stuffy she’d grabbed to take along for the drive that I hoped we would eventually manage - but God help me if this fucking car and its added in safety measures were planning on giving up their secrets willingly.  I was fighting with my side of the car seat and seatbelt so I was momentarily confused by her question.  “Bucky, Brooke,” she groaned, yanking her side into submission with the knowledge and expertise that came from three years worth of doing it.  “You wish you could call him.”  

Oh, yeah.  No shit, I thought.  “Yeah,” I growled, pulling the belt into place and almost screaming in victory when it finally shot into place and was perfect in its imobility.  My goddaughter would be safe in the damn car now.  As long as I remembered how to fucking drive a stick shift, fuck.  I sat back, feeling both weirdly fucking proud that I managed to tame a car seat and irritated that I couldn’t tell Bucky any of my news.  Not until he called me.  And I hadn’t had anything since the pineapple I’d gotten after I woke up first thing.  Ugh.  “Do you want to keep Bryn FAR out of the way in the yard while I make sure I can maneuver this thing without damaging the shed, me, the car, and -” I considered my options.  “New York in general?”

Connie snorted.  “You’re not gonna destroy anything.”  She rolled her eyes and got out of the car.  “Put the top down, hit the garage door opener so the damn thing lifts out of the way and go SLOWLY.”  She went toward the sounds of Bryn’s giggles.  “I’ll go grab my girl and lock up the house.”  

“Grab my -” but she was gone and I was sighing for what felt like the thousandth time.  While she was gone I crawled out of the driver’s side of my car and walked to Dad’s tool counter.  Everything was still put away as perfectly and precisely as it always had been at the end of every day he’d spent in his workshop.  It made it easy to find the remote to open the garage door, and I wasn’t surprised that the sliding door made little sound as it rose along its path into the ceiling.  Dad wouldn’t have stood for anything being out of sorts, and nothing could squeak or squawk - that just wouldn’t do.  I was smiling at the little touches that brought him back to me, while I put the remote on the seat beside me, taking a deep breath and closing my eyes so I could think back to when he first taught me to drive a car that wasn’t start and go -

Bryn had fallen asleep on the way back around through the neighborhood, and I was thinking that Connie’s face might be frozen in a permanent grin that would make Batman’s Joker feel envious.  She had waved at every damn human that we passed, yelling out greetings while I tried desperately to NOT rip out the transmission of my car, while the echoes of Dad’s training were burning in the back of my head.  To say that I envied the toddler would be a vast understatement.  

I was clicking open the garage as we came into range and Connie was trying to talk me into another tour around the neighborhood.  I shot her a look and she laughed.  “Oh come on, Brooke, it wasn’t that bad.”  She leaned back, the slight breeze from the slower speed of the car and the wind itself ruffling her curls.  “If you’d relax your grip on the steering wheel, loosen your posture a tad, you might see that this car is pretty damn hot.”  

“This car is gorgeous,” I muttered, praying I didn’t knick any part of it as I inched it back into the shed.  “Too fucking gorgeous.  I’m going to fuck it up.”  

“You are NOT.”  Connie sighed and waited until I inched it carefully into place.  Once I was satisfied and I got out to make sure that I could close the garage door without taking out the rear end, I hit the remote and let it slide shut.  “You’re going to have a stroke if you don’t lighten up a little, Brooke, and you’re the YOUNG half of the couple you’re a part of.”  

I shot her another look as I got back in the car and put the top back up.  Then I helped her get Bryn out, staring in horror at her car seat.  “Oh shit,” the fucking car seat would need to come out to go back into - I nearly groaned again, but the little one was still napping  

“I have a spare,” Connie looked smug and I wondered if all parents had that look when dealing with the uninitiated.  “You might want to take it out when you show the car off to Bucky, or if you plan on using that backseat for -” she waggled her eyes and I rolled mine.  “You LOOK five years younger than me, but you ACT ten years OLDER.”  She shook her head.  

We were walking back to the house, after I relocked the shed - look my car was pretty fucking sweet, alright?  Bryn snoozing sweetly on Connie’s shoulder, when she brought the topic back to my urge to call Bucky.  

“Yes, Connie,” I agree, handing her a bottle of water while she juggled her toddler’s weight.  Feeling merciful, I opened it for her.  “I do want to call him, but I can’t.  And it sucks, but what can I do about it?”  

“That wasn’t really my point,” she answered once she took a long pull from her bottle.  “My point, Brooke, was that Bucky is the first person you want to call - after me of course - when you have something you want to celebrate, or just fucking talk about.”  Realizing she let the ‘f’- word slip, she shot the still out little one a look and shook off the look of horror.  Connie grinned, not the disturbing one she was shooting people during our parade through the neighborhood, but the one she kept getting when she talked to me about Bucky.  “That’s a good sign, you know?”  

“Is it?”  I didn’t have a lot of experience with this sort of thing.  Relationships.  

Connie nodded.  “Yeah, it is.”  She sighed and adjusted Bryn’s weight.  “So, while you’re waiting for him to send you more signs that he’s alright, or to finally call you up - open up that box with your camera and stuff, because there’s a list of people your dad talked to.”  I took a deep breath.  “Brooke, it’s time for you to start living for YOU.  Even your parents thought so.”  I nodded and her smile grew.  “Just think, by the time Bucky calls, you’ll have tons to tell him.” 

Wails 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。

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