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[i-think-itll-be-beautiful]

my funpoison fanfic is coming along nicely

[kentocalls]

nanami kento || papamin 1.7kish, reader, baby yuji, and nanami celebrate his birthday. no bears or subway employees were harmed in the making. Day 3 prompt. Yes this is out of order and Yes I am late. Shh!

"Shhhhh!"

You would not argue with Yuji for any reason as small as this, however, surely, the pad of your feet against the wooden floors at 2pm, an hour before Nanami Kento is said to come home, doesn't need shushing does it?

"Someone's—" "Shhhh!!!" In a whisper, you try again, "Someone is excited." "Papamin can hear."

You quirk an eyebrow up, the boy returns to his task at hand. Sawing strawberries, the long ways, for cake decorations. It's a bit lopsided, but Yuji insisted every single bit of cake was necessary.

How else would his precious Papamin know how much the youngest adores him? Every single sprinkle and crumb is necessary!

You cut the blueberries for him, because those are too small and too squishy for his child-safe knife. It's cute, watching him concentrate so much, the boy has never been silent this long, if that doesn't speak to his devotion of Papamin what else would?

The lopsided cake becomes yours and Yuji's to decorate once all the fruit is chopped up. Yuji wants more fluffy clouds and you're not sure which frosting tip is supposed to make that, but selecting a 'open star' and praying it meets the critique of your harshest grader yet.

He claps happily and then carefully holds tongs to get the fruit onto the cake, though one drops a bit prematurely and his fingers go to grab the slippery sweetness. "Uh oh…." You can see his eyes water, there's a large hole where his finger previously was. You smile all the same, "Watch this."

You've binged a plethora of cake decorating videos, grabbing a flat long spatula and dropping a dollop of frosting a top, you sooth over the hole best as possible and make a flower with the tiny strawberries Yuji has cut up. "Flowers for Papamin!"

Nodding, you decorate the rest of the cake with help from the youngster, blueberries in the middle, more sprinkles on the cloud. It's no where near the pinterest photo but it's real and here. On the table where you, Yuji and Nanami will have lazy late lunch together. "Time to put it in the fridge!"

He escorts you like a bodyguard, pulling chairs and decorative vases larger than him away from your path, opening the fridge and insisting to hide the cake behind apple juice. His Papamin isn't a fan of that, after all, it's only for Yuji.

He gives you a high-five as you set about cleaning up. He's reciting all the words you've taught him today, spelling them each while he bounces around you, mostly excited the longest word he knows how to spell is birthday. Yuji did confess earlier, he didn't think it was such a long word, "B-d-a-y-, birthday." "B-i-r-t-h-d-a-y- birthday."

🎂

It isn't as if Nanami Kento is anticipating anything big, birthdays have taken new meanings once Yuji stepped into his life. Never had he imaged actually stepping in to parent his Godson, but he is nothing if not dutiful. He made a vow to keep Yuji safe always, and if that means processing his own stunted emotional baggage, then so be it.

He's brought balloons that fly, the kind Yuji will enjoy. He smiles picturing the blue and gold balloons floating around his kitchen, Yuji hidden by the island. Maybe Nanami should keep balloons on Yuji always, this way he'd always have awareness to his location.

You may not be a fan of that.

You and your sweet smile, kind eyes and, happy-to-help attitude. You work at Yuji's day care, one illness gone on too long, you staying by Nanami's side late into the emergency room, and he… he's a selfish as any man isn't he?

"You don't have to do this alone, Nanami." You had said it so matter of fact, as if the entire world would conspire to help protect Yuji if Nanami dared to look for hope.

Either way, his heart fills and is ready to spill over hearing, "Papamin!", upon entering the apartment. He tucks his shoes into the cabinet, places his coat and briefcase on the chair on the side, meant for these things, and keeps himself in a crouching position when Yuji's tell-tale feet pad across the floors. Your huff of "Yuji!" as he rounds the corner, giggling into Papamin's arms who raises to his full height.

He squeezes his arms around Nanami as best he can, "B-e-r-d-a-y! Happy Birthday!"

"Is it mine? Already?" Yuji laughs at that, you sigh, "He does know how to spell it, properly." Yuji does a 'Nu uh' and hides into his Papamin giggling, kicking his feet. "Happy Birthday Nanami, Yuji—" "Shh!"

You lift your arms, "Alright alright, all we did today was spelling." Yuji lifts his head, "Spellings." Nanami tilts his a bit, assessing your words, does he allow this little secret you two are in on? "Spellings."

🎂

The "stuffed" bear Yuji has made for Nanami is a hoot. It's tiny head and entirely too beefy middle body has the Nanami Kento laughing in ways that feel too precious to share with the world. And somehow you're allowed here, on this sofa, to watch him soften in safety. "Papamin!" Yuji lifts the bear in triumph, clearly his gift for Nanami will be the one snuggling him for weeks on end.

You pull out a miniature stuffed teddy bear, "Yujimin."

Yuji gasps, dropping Papamin teddy into Nanami's lap before crawling over the sofa cushions, stepping into your thighs and raising his arms for the teddy. It's a bit painful, he's starting to get too big for this kind of climbing adventures, but you drop the bear into his hands. He sits in your laps, tiny gasps and oohs, "Pink! Like me!" He points to the fur, you nod, brushing his pink hair from the back of his face, "Like yours."

Nanami pulls the Papamin teddy up, "Bath time."

Which is longer, because Yuji needs a story on how Yujimin and Papamin Teddy's came to be, how they found one another, where will they find honey? Do they know Winnie the Pooh? Important considerations to be made!

🎂

Yuji sleeps star fished, Papamin teddy on his belly and Yujimin teddy near his cheek. He made it through four pages of the book Nanami read to him, and then lights out. "He had a big day." You say to Nanami.

Tucking in the chairs at the dinning table, out of habit. Yuji has run into these more often than not, Kento clears the crayons and table set. A wipe down with a disinfecting wipes, down the sides of every chair's arm and he's in the kitchen. "I got this."

He notes, you trying to unload the dishwasher, it's more routine now. Him insisting on taking on the chores he can't due to his job, you meandering around the space, reluctant to leave. "How's your book coming along?"

"Hmm, still have just one fan." Your eyes dart over to Yuji's door, and then at the ground. You should get on that, finding a way to print and publish the children's book you've been working on. Nanami believes in your project, but that's Nanami, you wonder if there's anything you'd insist on doing that he wouldn't support you with.

It's not that his faith is blind, you've seen him reject the business ideas his blue eyed friend brings him, so… it's hard to say he's a bit soft on you. Cuz maybe he is, and then what does that mean?

You're an important piece of the village Nanami has mustered around him, he was suddenly thrown into guardianship. So unequipped he was those two years ago, now he understands Yuji before Yuji himself can find the right words—which he knows, he needs to break the habit of doing. Encourage Yuji using his own voice, allow him to fumble and struggle over certain words, yet he can't can he?

He wants to protect Yuji, who is too young to understand where his mother and father have gone, why Papamin is here. "Hey." A warmth that spreads only under your fingertips, your palm must be the missing piece from the sun, he turns softly, inquisitive.

A tiny blue box, a green ribbon, "Happy Birthday Kento."

You didn't have to, you know this. All the extra care you do with Yuji is the gift itself Nanami could never, ever, repay you for, but here you are again. Helplessly kind, caring, doting.

A selfish man he is, drying his hands with the sink towel, letting it rest over a broad shoulder as he takes the box, "Can I open it now or later?"

"Now." You wanna hear it, the big hearty laugh you know he'll let roar from his throat. Carefully he tugs at the green ribbon, ever gently, slides the tip of his finger into the careful folds of the paper. It's blue, which means it's Papamin, which means Yuji will absolutely want to play with it, draw on it, etc…

The plain box gives away nothing of it's contents, but as he removes the lid, the laugh he lets out is infection! Gosh, what a handsome, handsome man, he lifts the Italian Herbs & Cheese inspired seasoning, "Now, you know this could spell trouble."

"Trouble?" The smile doesn't fade from your lips, he nods, "What if Martha from Subway catches wind of this? Buying off-brand seasoning—"

"It's an artisan blend," you shrug, "if it reminds you of your precious Subway bread, that's on you." He loves when you do that, calling him out on his slightly unhealthy habit of eating at Subway almost daily. Yuji was much younger and Nanami still unprepared for what it takes to feed, raise, clothe, bathe, keep alive a toddler.

"I haven't been there in…," Gosh how he crosses his arms, hand to his chin, exaggerated thinking, "Huh, five days."

"Crazy." You lean close, hand on his forehead, "Are you catching something Kento?" You hand drops back to your side, he's tempted to catch it, you need to check again, who is he? Not eating at Subway for a whole 120 hours. And then you sing-song, "Must be all the recipes I've shown you, real food Kento, is unbeatable."

It is.

He thinks fondly of your patience in teaching him Yuji's favorite 'green sauce' pasta, an abundance of tenderness in your hands, helping him chop, stir, plate. "But… if you'd like to, scratch that craving, I guess I could be free tomorrow noon."

"Tomorrow noon?" He has a call with Gojo Satoru about thermal socks and their untapped potential, an easy thing to cancel. "Well, I can't promise a thing about the service," he holds the seasoning up, "But we could absolutely compare the two."

"So it's a date then?" "It's a date."

[drmellking]

more than everything in-between

buck/eddie | teen and up | 2.7k words

“Buck told you we were divorced?” Eddie practically spits out, his lips doing a weird thing as if he doesn't know if he should laugh, cry, or curse her out. “No! Well— I kinda assumed? I mean— It was implicit?” She tries to defend herself. “I didn't mean to sleep with your husband! I swear! I would never— That's just not the kind of person I am, y’know?” Eddie, for the first time since Jules’ met him five minutes ago, seems flustered and at a loss for words. Jules, like the coward she is, takes that as her cue to get the hell out of there, slamming the door behind her and just starting to walk until she's far away from that house. or: Buck's one night stand is a genius, actually, and she has no idea what she just unleashed.

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[aprillikesthings]

Has anyone else tried to write post-canon angsty shit and then realized they had to include Melog and if you include Melog Catra can't fall back on old maladaptive coping mechanisms as easily and then it makes the angst a lot harder to write

or is it just me

in related news I think I need a Melog

[drjemmanugent]

grow as we go

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posted on: april 6th, 2026 fandom: bridgerton pairing: penelope/colin (polin) rating: E status: [ in progress 1/10 chapters posted ] tags: Regency | Post-Canon Fix-It | Post-Season/Series 03 | References to Book 4: Romancing Mr. Bridgerton | Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington-centric | Married Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington | Childhood Friends to Lovers | Eloise Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington Friendship | Domestic Fluff | Fluff and Smut | Writer Penelope Featherington | Writer Colin Bridgerton | Colin Bridgerton Has a Hero Complex | Lady Whistledown Identity Reveal (Bridgerton) | Mirror Scene 2.0 Anyone? | Polin Week | Polin Week 2026 playlist: [ tba soon ]

summary: “Colin, is this… is this real?” He wears a soft expression on his face. “This is real,” he assures her. “And last night…?” “Real, too,” he nods. “It is all real, Pen. Miss Cowper has no claim on your column, and the Queen will not stand against you operating it.” “A better outcome than expected, is it not?” Penelope muses with a watery chuckle. Colin considers her fondly—proudly, too, she realizes—and says, “Fortune favors the brave. And my wife is the bravest of them all.” -- Or, taking place between the end 3x08 through to the s3 epilogue, see how Colin and Penelope take on married life, navigating the aftermath of the events of season 3, managing their own household, their impending parenthood, and reaching their individual pursuits together.

Submitted for Polin Week 2026: Day 1: "Polin Day" + Day 2: "Mirror"

STORY PREVIEW UNDER THE BREAK

“I can be discreet,” he declares.  

She hums, scrunching her nose pensively. She makes a show of it, too, which he takes mock-offense to.  

“I’ll have you know I excelled at hiding games with my siblings. It has been a renowned skill of mine since boyhood,” he states indignantly.  

She giggles, pecking his chin—it is where she can reach easily without having to shift too much from her spot. 

“That may be, my love, however you can no longer hide behind potted plants or secret corridors.” (He flushes at her saying that, for she knows of his infamous tactics to make use of the servant’s passageways—Eloise has accused him of it plenty of times over the years.) “You’re too tall for that now.”  

“Ah,” he slants a finger, “but I have perfected the skill, you see. There is no need for physical vanishing when one can hide in plain sight.”   

“You? Hide in plain sight?” Penelope regards him playfully. 

Colin Bridgerton has always drawn attention to himself, being equal parts alluring and affable in his rapport in social circles. He commands attention, even if unintentionally—it is all part of his natural charm. Then there is the fact he is a Bridgerton of course, and Bridgertons are inherently meant to be noticed. 

“You wound me, wife,” he frowns most adorably.  

She tries to not let the wife deviate her from their jesting, but she does have the urge to kiss him silly because of it. She resolves to shift closer instead, holding onto the sheet around herself as she moves. Seeing her intentions plain, he readily makes room for her to lay more upon him, stationing her arm upon his chest to rest her chin.  

“You must understand,” she explains with a rather lofty sigh, “a lady must be resourceful unto herself. I simply seek to ensure you are prepared to be deployed as my Lord Whistledown.”  

His lips part at that, his eyes darkening in a promising way that makes her belly swoop.  

“Your Lord Whistledown?” He smirks devilishly, his eyes clearly alight by the idea.  

{ FULL LINK HERE: https://archiveofourown.org/works/82579641/chapters/217376946 }

[buckshbic]

Mafioso! Alpha! Steve invites you to work for him instead of pinching pennies as a barista.

What’s the job?

Bookkeeping

Housekeeping

Clerical work

Voting ended onJul 26, 2025

[fics-by-kentocalls]

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hi, hello. my name is april. this is a side blog that contains all writings from my main blog --> KENTOCALLS . minors do not interact please as stories can be +18. mostly focused on jujutsu kaisen fics at the moment ♡ just recently writing. requests are open, i do not write gore / cannibalism. expect delays. all dividers belong to saradika-graphics

📝 | all fics tag | read on ao3

Jujutsu Kaisen

❤️ nanami kento ❤️

gojo's fiancé | bodyguard!au, no cheating

tummyaches | singleparents!au

playing house | singleparents!au

affection | regency!au

🩵 gojo satoru 🩵

crazy meets crazy | mercenaries!au

mine | regency!au (bridgerton)

we can't be friends | college!au athletes

supernatural | alien!au

number one | college!au (friends to lovers)

from a dream | isekai fic

💙 geto suguru 💙

motivation | athletes!au, fencer suguru x runner reader. its just spice tho

licentious | just spice

you don't remember me | coworkers!au

someone better |

🖤 ryomen sukuna 🖤

how it started + the morning after + where it goes | failed one night stand!au (complete)

soulless + part 2 + | redstringoffate!au but you & sukuna are not tied together

🤍 kamo choso 🤍

show me | rocker!au its just spice tho

💚 fushiguro toji 💚

love you a latte | sfw. etablished relationship

Kusakabe Atusya

gentleman | regency!au

fiend | draken!au

Higuruma Hiromi

infinity | model!au

// NARUTO

📚 Jiraiya

breadcrumbs | nsfw, situationship?

// DUNGEON MESHI

🍳Laios Touden

seven | laios touden, established relationship!, sfw

// WIND BREAKR

🍜 Togame Jo

telegraph | established relationship, sfw, sleepy cuddles

🌿 Umemiya Hajime

captain | military!au, sfw, messy confession

❌ Endo Yamato

slipping under | nsfw, toxic "ex"

(poison) paradise | part two of toxic "ex"

📚hiragi toma

sentimental pt 1. pt 2 | corporate!au

// MY HERO ACADEMY

👍🏼 All Might / Yagi Toshinori

emarald | mafia!au, arranged marraige!au side slice from To Have & To Hold

sparkling | mafia!au, holiday slice from To Have & To Hold

To Have & To Hold | mafia!au

Haikyuu

🍙 Osamu Miya

simple, honest | second chance romance

🦉 Bokuto Kōtarō

always | established relationship comfort

🏐 Iwaizumi Hajime

fall(en) for you

[thebraxiatelcollection]

Part of me is glad I now only work part-time because not only I get to look after my ill grandparents but I have a very exciting project involving writing over the next few months. 

I can’t share the details with everyone just yet but I’ve not been this motivated or excited about anything in months and it’s giving me the purpose to do something and something to feel proud of for which I am grateful for as the past few weeks have me constantly worrying about things.

But as soon as I get more details, I’ll let you all know  :)