#but I had a gift card from my birthday… soooooo

[wroteclassicaly]

Steve would carry all of your bags when you went crazy at one of Bath N’ Body Works annual sales.

[lordkambe]

so happy that your requests are open because i’ve always wanted to request this !! can you do hcs for boyfriend shizuo ?? i never see anyone write about him:(

🍭   character, fandom, type of reader: shizuo heiwajima, durarara!!, gender neutral reader.

🍭   genre, rating: fluff, some angst ?

🍭   themes, triggers: shizuo’s insecurities 💔 shizuo being the cutest bestest boyfriend ever.

🍭   author’s note: when i tell you i got so happy when i got this request ???? shizuo was one of my first anime crushes and i know the fandom is dead but i had to add the series to my request list because it has such a special place in my heart. i could write you a 10-page essay on how much i love this man. thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy !

+  shizuo always had a crush on you but never said anything about it. he was always kind to you and you assumed it was because you never really had any issues with him. he’d see you at the coffee shop and buy you a cup of coffee but you never read into it beyond him being kind to you.

+  because of that you never really understood why everyone was so afraid of shizuo. you only knew him as this shy, lanky, blonde who always brought you coffee while you worked on your studies. when you started developing feelings for him as well, you were the one to ask him out because he’s just too damn shy.

+  it probably doesn’t register in his brain that you asked him out on a date. so he shows up to russia sushi in his usual bartender outfit. then he sees you walk in wearing something really beautiful and he’s immediately flustered because it finally clicks in his head that he’s on a date with you.

+  when the two of you start dating it’s a secret. mainly for your safety, you’re understanding about it considering you know of shizuo’s reputation. you also know if izaya were to find out he’d probably try to sabotage your relationship with him.

+  when it eventually does become public knowledge that you’re the shizuo heiwajima’s s/o... literally nobody bothers you. nobody hassles you or gives you a hard time. everyone treats you like royalty. of course there’s a few people who mess with you only to get a rise out of shizuo. he’s always quick to come to your rescue though, like your own personal superman.

+  he’s really apologetic about it. and tends to beat himself up about how everyone bothers you because of him. he’s super melodramatic. but when you assure him that it doesn’t bother you and you’re very understanding. he believes you.

+  when the two of you walk down the street he’s either holding your hand or has his arm around you. he likes the feeling of you next to him and he also likes letting everyone know that you’re his s/o.

+  you get to see shizuo in a way that no one ever gets to see him. he’s actually very lonely and incredibly touch deprived. so giving him attention and reassurance is a must. he would’ve never imagined he’d end up in a relationship, especially with someone like you.

+  he likes it when you sit on his lap and play with his hair. you take his glasses off and put them on yourself. he says you look cute in them and you tell him how handsome he looks without his glasses. the next time you see him, he’s not wearing them.

+  give him all the cuddles and all the hugs. he probably comes home from a super long day and is just exhausted. shizuo is the little spoon in moments like this. he wants you to hold him and tell him how much you love him.

+  really does his best to be the ideal boyfriend for you. you notice him in the morning struggling to make breakfast and you pretend to go back to sleep. he treats you with little gifts too. he’ll bring home a teddy bear and say, “this reminded me of you. so i bought it.”

+  shizuo is the classic gentleman type. he opens the door for you, he always picks up the tab, and if there’s a puddle he’ll pick you up so you don’t ruin your shoes. he buys you flowers and leaves you cute notes. they never make any sense, but you appreciate the sentiment.

+  on the note of picking you up, he does it a lot. he carries you bridal style or just throws you over his shoulder. every time he does he’s so gentle with you. you like to tell him that too, you like to remind him that he isn’t a monster. 

+  his favorite thing in the world is your smile. he loves making you laugh even if it means he has to act like a complete fool. you probably make him do those stupid kawaii faces and since he’s a sucker for you, he always does.

+  shizuo is the jealous type and considering his anger as well as his own insecurities. you never make him jealous. in fact you praise him and tell others how much of a great boyfriend he is. you’ll be talking on the phone with some friends and shizuo overhears you talking about how much you love him. he’s quick to come to your side and give you a kiss.

+  he loves kissing you but he gets shy after. especially in public. you love seeing him blush so you purposely give him a kiss on the cheek or on the nose.

+  non mouth ( ? ) kisses are a thing. he’ll pick up your hand and kiss your knuckles. he kisses your cheek, your nose, your forehead.  

+  he doesn’t get upset with you, he gets pouty with you. like lets say you’re holding his hand and you suddenly let go. he gets so whiny about it.

+  he’s honestly soooooo dramatic, like you’ll tell him you can’t make it in time for dinner because of work and he’ll just be like: “i guess you don’t like me anymore.” it’s always in joking, good fun though.

+  he gives you a series of pet names but they are always the classic ones. like “honey” and “sweetheart” if you look similar or act similar to a cute animal he’ll probably call you that too. ( ex. “kitten”, “bunny” )

+  texts you back late because he can’t spell “gorgeous” correctly and probably asks celty to help him.

+  he remembers your anniversary and your birthday and he goes all out in his own special way. he’ll decorate your apartment the best he can and he’ll even get you a card. he’s so cheesy but it’s cute.

+  when he’s with you, he somehow is able to control his anger. he just feels at peace whenever you’re around him.

[airitouttwst]

Do you, um, have any headcanons about Ace's big bro? 😳 Share?? Please??

A CRASH COURSE ON ANIPOLA 101

[Courtesy of @bobaryn​. I’m finally bringing my shit-simping of Anipola to Tumblr huhuhuhuhuhuhu)

Hi, anon! Sorry it took me some time to answer this (༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ), but I had to collect my thoughts because of the powerful brain rot that I inadvertently inflicted upon myself when I was going through my powerpoints ueeeeeeee (ಥ﹏ಥ)

For the sake of being attentive and mindful to spoilers to personal stories, lemme just put the data underneath the line wwww. There’s nothing NSWF btw wwww. We can save that for another ask? BAHAHA (I’ll get k-worded)

Okay, okay, game time, game time (✪‿✪)ノ

(The following information below has been cited informally via CSE-style; for the ones without citations at the end, those are purely headcanons of Anipola mostly as a sibling to Ace and my inane simp-talk about him. This is not in any way meant to be academic.)

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Who is Anipola?

Anipola is the slang and informal reference to Ace’s older brother. 

Not much is known about him in canon.

Exceptions being [1]:

He is an alumni of Night Raven College.

He is 7-years older than Ace Trappola.

He was sorted out into the Heartslabyul Dormitory.

He has been not only a thorn to Ace’s side but also one of the prominent guiding lights during his childhood and younger adolescent years.

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HEADCANON 1: The “Annoying Older Sibling”

When Ace was younger, Anipola had blown out all the candles of his birthday cake and woah did they have a huge fight over it www [2].

Furthermore, during another one of Ace’s birthdays, Anipola brought out a really cool watch and showed it to Ace who’d believed it was going to be his [2].

Anipola: “Psyche, just a joke hahaha. Here, have this other gift. Just kidding~ That’s empty toooo—wah! Hey, no, don’t pull my hair!”  < (The dialogue is just my headcanon to what happened wwww).

From this we, can suppose that Anipola may also have a trickster characteristic and you expect to be teased by him. And, hey, maybe he’ll even pull some pranks on you sometimes? (人◕ω◕)

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HEADCANON 2: A “Mentor” to Ace

Anipola is very good with magic tricks, especially card ones, and has displayed this during Ace’s birthday parties [2]. Furthermore, he’d taught Ace a few tricks with the sole exception of card tricks—here, Anipola stubbornly refused to teach Ace who eventually learned how to do it himself by attentively watching his brother’s hand movements [3].

As harsh as this may sound, this could also be taken in as a lesson. Anipola could have wanted to teach Ace to be able to be somewhat independent, having him hone his skills for copying techniques and fleshing it out into Ace’s current ability right now as shown by how talented he is with imitating Rook Hunt’s example of speaking in the language of moles after just being demonstrated once! [3]

From this, we can assume that Anipola is good with his hands ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) and really just wants Ace to be the very best version of himself.

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HEADCANON 3: In spite of being a thorn in Ace’s side, Anipola is a really good older brother

Ace has explicitly mentioned of how happy and proud Anipola had been when he’d learned that Ace had been accepted into Night Raven College and even into Heartslabyul [1].

He’d given Ace some advice such as: “When you’re lying, mix a bit of truth in it” and also on the best spots as to where to stay when skipping classes—the courtyard being a prime example [4].

From this, we can see a bit more of Anipola’s cunning and sly attitude that Ace himself could have been influenced by. Take note that I’m NOT saying that Ace himself is a carbon copy or Anipola or vice-versa, since the two are their own characters and have their own personalities and struggles. What I’m saying that Ace could have found Anipola to be his role model, even if he would deny it, and Anipola, in turn, has a significant amount of trust in Ace to not get himself into too much trouble (e.g. fail a year because of so many absences from class) with how he’s encouraged Ace’s truant behavior. Also, he just wants his younger brother to have a generally good time while in school. He’s a good older brother UEEEEEEEEE ╥﹏╥

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HEADCANON 4: Close with his family

I don’t have solid enough evidence for this, but it has been mentioned that the Trappola Family have little competitions at home (like with card tricks) [2], and this could signify that the family has relatively good relations with each other. But I don’t want to assume just yet, with the lack of evidence.

BUT I DO WANNA SAY THAT UEEEEEEEEE MY BRAIN IS ROTTING AT THIS THOUGHT UEEEE. I LEGIT SHED SOME TEARS FOR THIS BECAUSE CAN YOU JUST IMAGINE?!?!? THE TRAPPOLA FAM JUST DUKING IT OUT, ALL SERIOUS LIKE BECAUSE THEY DON’T WANNA LOSE, AND THAT’S SOOOOOO CUTEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! б（＞ε＜）∂ I WANNA ATTEND THAT COMPETITION TOO UEEEEEEEEEEEE

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Reference List: 

[1] Ace Trappola’s R School Uniform [2] Ace Trappola’s SSR Birthday Suit [3] Ace Trappola’s SR Ceremony Robes [4] Ace Trappola’s SSR Dorm Uniform

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A simple Laundromat’s Thoughts:

Thank you for tuning in to such an embarrassing thing (´﹃｀) HUHUHUHU but this is what I generally feel about Anipola. 

I’ve only ever seen him in fanarts or fanworks, showcased in a way that he might have been his time’s Heartslabyul Dorm Leader, a Jack of Hearts version, one of the motivators to have Ace betray NRC (Ace betrayal is merely a theory and not canon! www), demon version, him in his NRC days, generally being a good older brother, visiting Ace during the Halloween event, and visiting Ace during the VDC competition. One thing in common is that he has the same eyes as eyes and, 96% of the time, has the same shade of hair as him.

But, most importantly, all these talented artists have illustrated him in such a handsome way and, to all of you, thank you. You’re all amazing and god, do I just slave away for your works. When I’m more stable in the future, I’d like to be able to commission you for your works or even send payments to you because (ಥ﹏ಥ) they’re all so beautiful holy shit.

In any case, the people in the discord server I’m in get to see me get utterly wrecked by just a single mention of him in chat or even a fanart of him UEEEEE. I’m very very grateful for the server, though, since I get so much food from there (´﹃｀). If ever Yana-sensei gives him an official character design, I’d grovel over and scream until my throat is hoarse—but for now, though, I’m safe and in despair because HNGHHH ANIPOLAAA

Oh oh! If any of you know any Tumblr people who post or like Anipola, pls feel free to message me ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡

[kinsbin]

Title: Birthday Gift Rating: G (all audiences) Ship: [Platonic] The Sim Siblings - Jonathan Sims + Kinley Sims

A/N: Despite my birthday being in February I just really wanted to write out this lil' scenario I've kind of had in my head. Kinley wears a Nazar around their neck and it was given to them by Jon! So this is kinda how they got it. V stupid and self indulgent but when isnt my writing.

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Jonathan couldn’t help the long exhale of breath that left his mouth as he thumbed through the statements in front of him with idle curiosity. The tape player on his desk remained patient as it allowed time for his decision. The batch he had been presented with this morning was a rather dull selection of easily refuted arguments about paranormal activities that felt ingenuine at best. Even a horror podcast could come up with more believable content than some of the titles that flickered past his eyes. The Archivist felt the dullness of the day creep over the side of his shoulder, an unwanted burden against the spine of his back as he resigned himself to the afternoon's obvious dullness. He picked one at random, laying it flat on his desk as his other hand moved for the record button on his tape.

It clicked on, the static echoing in a promise of its preparedness. Jon took a moment to clear his throat.

“Statement of Leonardo Montoya regarding-”

A knock echoed on the door of his office, causing Jon’s words to falter messily before coming to a halt. He frowned to himself, annoyed at the interruption to his already dulling day, and turned to look over at the offending wooden frame with undeniable frustration. There was a long silence, patient in its noncommittal echoe, before another careful tap of knuckles resonated again.

“Jon? Are you in?” Martin’s voice was muffled through the edges of the wood. Another annoyed sigh broke past his lips before Jon could fully stop it.

“Yes, Martin, what do you want?”

Martin opened up the door fully, his head popping through the slim entrance he had created with a smile on his lips. It curled around the edges of his face, making the corners of his eyes wrinkle softly as he stared into the office. Jon tried his best to ignore the detail as he distracted himself with the sharp edge of the paper between his fingertips, eyebrow raising upwards in semi-impatient curiosity.

“Sorry,” The apology flowed from his assistant’s lips, lacking the usual genuine concern it often had, “But I just wanted to let you know that we’re getting ready to celebrate Kinley’s birthday! Elias let everyone take a small break at the same time to go to the break room with them. There’s even donuts! I thought you might want to come.”

Of course he wanted to come. He hadn’t forgotten about his brother’s birthday. Well, to be mor accurate, Kinley would not let him forget. Their private texts were nothing but the edges of annoying memes alongside constant prods and inklings about just what it was he was planning for their birthday. There was never any real threat to the words, though. Kinley knew that Jon wasn’t the best at ‘partying’ as they had put it idly in a conversation one day. No, the going outs and loud evenings with friends suited them much more.

It was probably why they got on with Tim so well, too. More than one conversation with the other archival assistant had led to his disbelief that the two were related. (“We’re not,” Jon would state, “They’re adopted”. Followed by a swift ‘Oh fuck off Jonny’ and a kick to the back of his leg).

None of that meant that he didn’t care, though.

“Right,” Jon finally nodded to Martin, “I’ll be… I’ll be there in just a second, then. Thank-you.”

Martin seemed more relieved than he should have been that Jon had agreed, giving a thumbs up before disappearing back behind the door. He left it slightly ajar, a small tick that made Jon frown, but he ignored it for now.

His hand put down the statement and instead reached around for one of his drawers. Opening it up, he stared down at the neatly wrapped box inside of it. He wasn’t that good at wrapping up gifts, and the struggle was obvious against the wrinkled red gift wrap and messily tied golden bow. Really, he scolded himself, he should have just gone with a gift bag. He clutched the small gift in his hand for a moment, as if debating to himself to unwrap it and just give it as it was, but it was honestly too late now. They’d make fun of his wrapping skills in both situations. Might as well make it look like he had some effort in it.

He stood up with the present and made his way into the break room.

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The room itself was brightly lit with the fluorescent ceiling bulbs above them. Kinley couldn’t help but grin as the chatter of others filled their ears, eagerly clinging to the gentle ‘happy birthdays’ and pats on the shoulder that their co-workers offered them. Most of the faces were familiar, others from the archival branch of the institute above others. Still, other departments had those who could not resist the promise of free donuts and came to visit nonetheless. They greeted them with the same happy birthday wishes, though, and as long as they seemed happy with it, Kinley didn’t complain.

A hand flew onto their shoulder, patting them eagerly as they startled in their spot.

“There they are!” Tim’s voice was bright at their side as he hung off of them, “Happy Birthday, big boy! You made it one more year.”

“Happy birthday, Kin.” Sasha’s voice joined in as she smiled at the two’s side.

Kinley laughed, leaning back and kicking playfully at Tim’s feet as they blushed forward at the sudden attention. A hand rose up to itch at their face, picking idly at the small spots of acne that dusted across their reddening cheeks.

“You guys really didn’t have to do all of this for me!” Kinley stated as they smiled, “The gift cards were sweet enough, really!”

“And miss a chance to spoil one of our top curators? I’d hardly call that a worth celebration.”

Tim pulled away from Kinley, who blushed in surprise as Elias approached them. The smile on his face was easy going, but they could still feel the tinge of professionalism lacing his voice. It made their own back straighten as they smiled up politely, still holding the plate of their favorite donuts close to them as they averted their gaze from his intense eyes.

“Thank-you, Mister Bouchard. Really you didn’t have to go through so much trouble. I could at least help pay for the food and-”

Elias held a hand up with a shake of his head, “I wouldn’t dream of it. Consider it my birthday gift to you if you must.”

“Okay, okay,” Kinley relented easily against the whims of their boss, “Still, thank-you for all of it. I don’t know how you guessed that this was my favorite donut shop, too!”

“I suppose I’m just lucky like that.” Elias smiled slightly, as if remembering some sort of joke to himself.

The door to the break room opened once more, making the curious eyes turn towards it. Martin appeared through it with a grin on his own lips, his hand upwards to wave at the group. Kinley waved excitedly back at their friend, eyes bright with excitement as he came over to give them a sideways hug. They held their donut away to hug the taller man back with a grin.

“Happy Birthday, Kin.” Martin cooed with a pleasant eagerness, “We should go out later after work to celebrate proper.”

“That’s a great idea!” Tim piped up with a shine in his eyes.

“You guys are going too far,” Kinley groaned with their face in their palm, “This really is enough.”

“Nonsense,” Martin declared, “I’ll buy for you if that’s what your worried about.”

“We all will!”

“Okay, okay! We’ll goooo, now stop making me blush it’s disgusting.” Kinley hit Tim on the shoulder, making the man laugh.

A throat cleared, making them all focus forward on the man behind Martin. Kinley couldn’t stop the grin from brightening itself on their lips as they spied their brother from behind Marin’s shoulder. He shifted awkwardly in his spot, catching his sibling’s eyes with that usual look he got when they were in a crowd together. A silent plea of ‘oh god please help’ that made Kinley laugh through their nose. Putting their plate down on the nearby table, they shifted around the other’s towards Jon with a laugh.

“Found time out of your incredibly busy schedule to wish your dear, sweet, light-of-your-life brother a happy birthday, Jonny?”

Jon cringed at the nickname, his face enflamed with red as Kinley bumped shoulders with him, that usual shit-eating grin on their face as he nudged them back with what equal force he could muster. They had always managed to be stronger than him, but the pity in them made them let up only slightly as he pushed them away. Behind them, Tim held back a snicker at Kinley’s words and Sasha rolled her eyes as the two settled back into a more professional manner.

“I thought you’d forgotten,” Kinley admitted, half-joking as they grinned up at him.

Jon’s brow furrowed with almost genuine hurt, “I’d never forget something like this.”

“Thanks,” Kinley’s grin split their lips again, “Soooooo…”

“So what?”

“You said ‘happy birthday’ but what did you GET me?”

“You assume I got you something? Is my support not enough?”

“Not by a longshot. Now come on, Jonny, give me the goods.”

“I told you to stop calling me that at work!”

“Jonny, Jonny, Jooooony,” Kinley sang eagerly as they watched his face furrow with frustration. They grinned wide at it as he finally relented and held up the small, poorly wrapped box with a smug look of satisfaction. Kinley’s eyes lit up as they moved to take it from him, but he quickly pulled the item away with a turn of his nose.

“If that’s how you’re going to be, I don’t think you deserve this then.” He declared, holding the item out as far away from Kinley as possible. They leaned forward, trying to snatch it with a whine.

“What come on-! I’m sorry, see? Now give me my birthday present you prick.”

“I don’t feel like you really MEAN it, though.”

“Oh my GOD this is workplace discrimination, Jon, give me my present!”

He finally relented, allowing Kinley to grab the item and eagerly look down at the package, snorting at the wrapping paper as they held it up.

“Great wrapping job, Saint Nick.”

“Oh I’m so sorry your highness did you want me to have it flown in on a box of gold?”

“It’s the least I deserve, don’t you think?”

“You deserve plenty of things but that isn’t one of them.”

Kinley snorted and went back to their present, unwrapping the edges carefully, not wanting to make a mess of paper on the break room floor, and pulled off the top of the box within it. Their eyes widened as they looked down at the item, running their thumb along the box before using their other hand to reach in and pull it out.

It was a standard necklace, the chain a bright sterling silver with a lock on its back. The charm hanging down on it was a Nazar held in a silver pendant, the whites and blues of its eye-like shape staring forward into their soul as they watched it back. They turned the item, the mirroring design on its back staring at them once more. Their lips parted in awe for a moment before they closed again, standing up straight as they admired the jewelry piece.

“Did you really-”

“It’s the same one you texted me, yes,” Jon stated, “I remember things, you know. Though, if you changed your mind about it, I can always just take it back and you can-”

“Oh shut up, it’s perfect.” Kinley grinned as they put the box down, shifting their neck so that they could wrap their arms around to the back and clip the shiny new necklace in place on them. The lock clamped together neatly, nimble fingers easily fiddling with the smalle mechanism, and they let it hang down on their chest with a smile on their lips. The edges of its silver caught the light and sparkled, shiny and new and all theirs as they held it in their hand for a moment, running a thumb along the Nazar itself with a grin.

When Kinley looked back up there was a genuineness to their gaze. A bright and thankful sort of stare that lit up in their eyes as they looked at their brother. Jon watched them back, pursing his lips to hide the edges of a smile that tried to break across his own face. They rarely had a chance to celebrate their birthdays with one another. Between Kinley’s own job traveling through Europe to gather research and artefacts and his own locked away in the bowels of the Institute itself, there was little chance to watch each other grow any more. Like a lifetime together hadn’t made them tired of it.

Still, there was a sense of pride in having been able to make them smile like they did when they were kids.

“Thanks, Jon,” Kinley finally sighed, leaning over to give their brother a hug. Jon tensed up in it, squishing his face together in a look of discomfort. The eyes of his co workers focused on them.

“Aww,” Tim teased immediately upon seeing the show of affection, “What a good brother! Where’s my camera?’

“The only one to hug Jonathan Sims and tell the tale,” Sasha nodded sullenly alongside the other, making Jon squirm as he glared at them both.

“The peanut gallery isn’t necessary for any of this I- Kin let go of me.”

Kinley held him tighter, grinning wider.

“KINLEY.”

“Nooo you gotta embrace the moment Jon.”

“Whatever ‘moment’ you had was ruined when you started doing this! Stop being immature and-”

“I can’t hear you over the sound of me hugging you.”

“Oh for God’s sake-.”

The Nazar around their neck jingled with a pleasant metallic hum, a gazing symbol of appreciation between the siblings as it stared aimlessly forward into the brightness of the afternoon.

It was a good birthday.

[ashleigh-luvs-14cats]

Finding the Right Present

This fic is a present for my greatest friend in the whole world, I thought I have a lot of things to say, but sadly I don’t at the moment.

Its in the same universe as my Rencounter Fic, with our two main Ocs, Amy is hers and Ashlen is mine; please check out her blog if you like My Hero Academia, Game of Thrones or Marvel. She makes great content and I love her for it

Happy Birthday @ice-cream-kitsunegirl

Enjoy this Fic I made for you.

“Come onnnnn. . .”

“No. .” deadpanned as Shinsou stared into his game system. Which I’m fighting the urge to throw it across the room and pin him to the couch and try out the new technique I’m working on.

“Please,” I begged, “I never did this before, and you know her better than anyone.

“Why don’t you ask the ‘Pomeranian’ to help you?” He countered, he still hasn’t looked up from his game.

“Weeeeelll,” recalling the bicker three hours ago, “let’s just say we turn it to competition after asking, and then we may have broken a gallon of orange juice or two.” Which led to a full hour of the Class Pres lecture of proper conduct inside dorms and owe him a gallon of orange juice. Shinsou paused his game and face me with his usual dead expression that clearly said, ‘You idiot.’. Usually, I find that endearing when it’s not towards me.

“Sooooo, will you please help me find a perfect present that’s better than the fluffy dog for Amy?” It has been close to a half a year being here in U. A and remembered that on July 9th, which is more than a week away, will be Amy’s birthday; plus it’s been a year since we were friends when we talk through the internet. Now I had a chance to know her beyond that, I wanted to give her something special as thanks for being my first friend and best friends.

Then I gave Shinsou my saddest look since all my cute faces don’t seem to work. But in all seriousness, I’m kinda nervous. “Please Shinsou, I never have done this before, and you know this.” Shinsou stares at me, which it always gave me a funny feeling, but I ignore it for the hopes that he will help me.

I added a small pout on my bottom lip, which is my trump card whenever I really want something; it works... most of the time. It only works on one of the older sisters and my stepfather. His left eye and a corner of his lips twitched and turned his back towards me, and I swore his ears are red, and that’s when I knew I won.

“Fine, I’ll help you out, but I won’t just hand over on what to give her. I’ll give you some ideas, okay?” he relented. To which I squealed and wrapped my arms around his neck and give a little squeeze,” Aww Thank you. Thank you!” I nuzzle on the side of his head, I noticed that his ears are a bit warm. “That’s all I need! I’m sorry that refer you as the living zombie!”

“What…” He turned to the side and looked at me with a slight annoyance along with some redness on his cheeks. I gave him a guilty grin, “Oh, it’s nothing really.” I let loose my grip, and with only one arm around his shoulders, “Sooo, when shall we get started?”

“Get started on what?”

I bit my lip to prevent me from screaming, and my shoulders tensed up; I also felt Shinsou’s shoulders tense up as well. We both looked back and behind the couch was Amy with her signature shit-eating grin, all with casual, yet she made it look fancy clothes. With hands on her hips, “Welll,” she giggled and glanced at my arm around Shinsou, “I REALLY hope I am not interrupting anything.~ And you didn’t answer my question. Soooooo can I assume you guys are a ‘thing’?

Her question snapped us back to reality, and we both looked at each other and just now realized how close we are. The second, after looking at each other, I pushed him away to the other side of the couch and scrambled off the couch. “N-no! I j-just asked if he could help me do some training exercises that Aizawa-sensei taught us, and I wanted more practice!” I rambled, and I rubbed the back of my head as I continued, “So I asked Shinsou to be my sparring partner. Right Shinsou?” Please buy this! Please buy this!

Shinsou also got up from the couch, straighten his clothes and gave me a slight rude look, although it might have worked without the small red tint on his cheeks, “Yea, its because she slacked off on the lessons, so she asked me for my help since she’s a total airhead.” he smiled smugly. I growled and merely looked away from that so called charming smile and muttered, “Am not.” Amy starred as us for a  second, trying to see our lie, but she merely smiled “OOOO-kayyy,” she snickered, a telling sign that she didn’t believe us. She’s a witch, of course, she can sense what’s wrong and all that; a quirk that I like about her except for this very moment. I shrugged and gave her a lopsided smiled and winked at her, a telling sign of me saying, “I’ll tell you about it later.”

“Soooo, how was the date with Yap Dog?” I asked Amy; not a second later, from the kitchen, “I HEARD THAT MS. FANCY!!” barked Bakugou.

“YOU WERE MEANT TOO!!”

Amy giggled at our antics, “Now now, guys chill out,” and answered my question, “It was great!∼We went to our usual restaurant, and we were surprised by the owners saying that we were their 5,000 customers and we get to eat the buffet FREE!!” She pulled out her cellphone, “They took our picture so they can place it in their wall along with other customers who are also thousandth customers! They gave me a copy! Which is SO CUTE!” and showed us a photo. Right at the center is Amy, with a happy grin, with her arms around Bakugou with his usual bitch face, and along with two old guys, who I assumed they are the owners, one on either side of the happy couple. The owners hold a banner above them saying, “OUR 5,000th COSTUMERS!” in bold letters and all decorated in sticker balloons and stars.

“How. .cute. .right Shinsou?” I looked over at Shinsou, he was done looking at the picture and went back sitting down the couch and opened up the game system, “Very cute.” he deadpanned. I rolled my eyes and smiled at Amy, “Wow, free buffet, huh? Lucky. Is that all you did?” Amy shook her head, “No, we did some small shopping at the mall, but it most of it was window-shopping, there were a lot of cute stuff that I wish I can get, but man those prices are so cringe-worthy!” As she continued on, Bakugou came out of the kitchen with a two sports drinks in hand and a bag of chips in the other, he spotted me staring and gave me his cocky grin in his face. DAMN IT! He already has an idea on what to give her! No doubt it was one of the things she was mentioning at the mall!

I force my smile to remain as I continued to listen to Amy, “Me and Katsuki are going to my dorm room and gonna watch a movie to finish our date! I’ll text you and Shinsou to come over after it’s done, okay?” she waved and walked along with Bakugou and head upstairs. Once they’re gone, I sighed and collapsed in the couch; grabbed the remote to turn on the tv and surf through the channels. Once I found the channel I wanted, I turned to Shinsou, who once again playing the game system. “Shinsou deeear?” I strain out the last word, he tensed but remain firm into looking at the screen of his game system. I faced him and took his off his hands and gave him my playful glare, “You said you would help me,” I gave my him my pouty face.

He turned flustered and cave in immediately, “Alright! Alright. Just answer me this then, what were things that you talk about when you talk to each other online?”

I thought about it and list some topics in our earlier days when we started being friends, “We talk about puns, stories of our favorite tv shows and movies, friends and family, and lastly our music.” I fondly think about our taste in music, it was almost identical that we freaked out when one of us mention bands that we like, especially our favorite songs from those bands. It was one of my best days ever, I started to go on till I paused...

I . . .

I think I know what to give her. . .

I hug Shinsou, “Oh my goodness! I think I know what to give her! Thank you so much! You are the best!” I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, he gave me a startled look, and his face turned a deep red, and rush to my room and begin preparing my gift for my best friend!

Day of the Party

Everyone is having a blast at the party, everything is Amy’s favorites, the snacks, drinks, music, even the theme colors! The Baku Squad, minus PomPom, were dancing to High Hopes on the dance floor with the birthday girl at the center with the silliest moves I have ever seen. Me and Shinsou were with the Deku Squad at the snack table with the birthday cake at the center, and the rest of the class were playing or watching video games at the main tv. At one corner are a pile of presents for Amy. I haven’t put mine in there because I’m a little nervous about what would she think, so I kept it in one of the large pockets of my jacket.

Shinsou senses my nervousness and tries to reassure me, “Don’t worry about it, no matter what you give her, she’ll be ecstatic by anything.” “Yeah, I know, it’s just that she’s my first friend ever and I want to give her something to repay all that she’s done for me, ya know?” Shinsou gave me a smug smile, “Heh, yea I get it, Amy... .is a type of person that really gets into your skin and will annoy the heck out of you,” we laugh in agreement and he continued, “yet. . for us. .we don’t mind at all.” To which I fondly look at Amy, who is trying to convince the Pomeranian to dance and he’s working so hard to remain where he is at till Amy gave him a tearful look. He relented and let her pull to the dance floor, and everyone including Amy cheered.

I chuckled at her antics and agreed with Shinsou, “Yeah, she’s pretty unforgettable.”

After 10 minutes of dancing and eating, Amy demands her cake, me and Shinsou put on the candles and light them up; she stood in front of her cake, and the whole class sang her happy birthday.

“Happy birthday dear Amy!! Happy birthday to YOUUU!”

She blew out her candles, and we all cheered and gave her hugs, Kaminari asked, “Hey Amy! What did you wish for!?” She shook her head, “Can’t tell you!” she sang song, “Otherwise the wish won’t come true!”

“AW!” Mina whined, “I bet it’s a really cool wish!”

“It IS!” Amy jumped right in front of her presents, “ITS PRESENT TIME! I WANNA OPEN THEM NOW!” “Will you chill out Sabrina!? It’s not like they are going away if you don’t open them!” Bakugou scolded.

“Whatever!!”

Each one gave her their present, Izu-chan gave her new headphones with cat ears, which she squealed and gave him a bone-crushing hug, but not to Izuku’s standards. Shinsou’s present is an actual witch hat, which made Amy laugh as she put it on, “OH MY GOSH TOSHI!! This is the cutest hat I ever had! Thank you so much!” She gave him a hug but with enough force that almost made him fall. “Geez Okay. You are welcome, you really shouldn’t eat so much sugar sticks.”

“Hehe! Sorry I couldn’t help it Toshi! They are just sooo good!”

Bakugou rolled his eyes as he gave his present to her, “Don’t say I don’t give you nothing! Got it?!”

“Aww,” she kissed him on the cheek, “I Luv You Too babe!”

“Yea Yea.” and Amy opened the small box, which I couldn’t help but bit my lip as she removed the wrappings from the present. She gasped and showed it to everyone, it was lapis lazuli earrings shaped into a small hearts. She squealed even louder as she jumped into PomPom’s arms, “These are the ones I saw at that Mall, you were paying attention! THANK YOU THANK YOU!!”  Bakugou growled but hugs her anyway, “Of course I pay attention you’re my girlfriend aren’t ya?!?”

“Yes, you are! And I love you for it!” She lets go and look at the present table, all of her presents was open, but she kept looking for more, and I have a feeling what’s she’s looking for.

I teasingly asked Amy, “Whatcha looking for Amy-chan?”“Yours, of course, It must be hidden from all the wrappings for the other presents! And I know it is yours cuz you haven’t given me your present!”

I shook my head as I pull out the box from my pocket, “That’s because I didn’t put it at the table, silly.” She saw the box and squealed as I give her my present, this time she carefully unwrapped the gift and opened the box. What she pulled out was a cd case with a white cover that reads:

Happy Birthday Amy!: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLflxyrJQiDpqho2tU44l1_NBJmHh8mCe_

Amy opened the case and saw the disc and found the note that I wrote for her, which she read aloud:

To my best friend. . . who always have my back when I need the most. These songs represent our treasured memories, so whenever we are apart, these songs will bring each other closer. No matter how far the ocean or land parts us.

With love, Ashlen

Amy looks up with her eyes started to water as I added, “One of our first conversations was about music, so I gave you song that we talked about, and there’s a list at the back. Look at the last one.” Amy flipped it to the back where there’s the list of songs.

And the last one is from the Queens: You’re My Best Friend.

I was surprised when she hugged me out of nowhere, I felt tears fell from my neck, “Amy? You okay?” She sniffed, “Yes! This is the best present you could ever give me!”

My eyes widen and hesitantly hugged her back, “I mean it’s not extravagant as Bakugou’s or cute like Shinsou’s.”

She pulled back a bit so I could see her head shake, “That doesn’t matter Ash! Sure they are really cool presents, but yours came from the heart. And no one can beat that ever!”

I felt my eyes started to tear up and smiled so bright and hugged her again, everyone ‘aww’ our moment except Puff Ball, which he rolled his eyes, muttering “whatever.”

“Happy Birthday, you’re my best friend, my witch-bitch,” I said fondly. She laughs and squeals happily, “Oooh bitch! And I say that playfully… You’re my homegirl for life!”

[futuredramateacher]

Personal Post

Hi there, this is gonna be a little bit of a personal post so if you aren't interested in that, keep scrolling...

CONTENT WARNING: Weight Discussion, Food Talk

So today I turned 20! Yay, can finally say the phrase, "in my twenties"! I think that this era of my life has been a little hyped up - not by anyone in particular but it's a phrase thrown around social media to a degree (usually on tiktoks about skincare or youtube videos that discuss what people learned in their 20s).

A little context before we begin, I am what medically would be considered as obese. For the majority of my high school years ( the second half of my teenage years), I always floated around 145-150. The summer before senior year, after a breakup and gaining a fair amount of relationship weight, I worked my butt off to get back to comfort - I think that the lightest I got to around 140. Fitness has always been something that my family is interested in - my dad runs marathons, my mom did HIIT workouts for most of my middle school experience, and my brother does soccer, cross country, and swimming. All around a pretty athletic family, except for the black sheep, me. I did soccer when I was younger but when I got to high school, I changed my focus to theatre and things that would help in career path. So much to my parents dismay, I only really exercised in the fall - running on the cross country team - where I wasn't the fastest but usually brought up the back of the pack.

At the moment (right now today), I am currently the biggest I've ever been in my life. When I weighted myself after being abroad for 3 months, I was at about 190. Which isn't a bad weight, but at 5'5", it's medically know as extremely overweight.

SOOOOOO, you can probably imagine that I was rather self conscious, felt a little unattached to myself because I was carrying a few extra pounds. I wasn't comfortable. I remember that I tried on a couple pairs of jeans that had fitted me quite snuggly in the fall semester and going into the winter. But this time, I couldn't button a single pair, one pair wouldn't budge past my knees! This was obviously a moment where I felt quite uncomfortable and rather disappointed in myself - for letting myself get to a point where my jeans from 4 months ago didn't fit.

Anyway, this story actually begins last year - when I turned 19. I had a friend from college in town and was acting like a tourist in my home town - WHICH WAS GREAT! (It really was an eye-opening experience and I think that I learned a lot about what I call home) But in my family, our birthday tradition is to open presents first thing in the morning. So that morning I woke up, went upstairs and my mom greeted me with two presents. I saw down at the counter and opened cards and such before grabbing the presents. I first one I pulled, the smaller of the two, contained a jacket that I had seen at New Balance the week before - light, florescent, "great for runs" said my mom. Next was the bigger of the two bags. However, when I tugged, it didn't move. With a quick glance to my mom, I immediately knew what was in the bag. A pair of 15 lb dumbells. Maybe a nice gift for a person who has a designated gym space at home or even someone with space to work out, but definitely not right for me. I also happened to be on FaceTime with my gran (mom's mom) who used the line, "Are you going to use them?".

This gift is what I think started a more unhealthy relationship with working out than I had had before. Over the next year, I would work out but often found myself over indulging in food or alcohol. When I got back home for Thanksgiving and Christmas break, I was judged and felt very unsupported. But when I got back from being abroad, it was even more evident that a change was needed. I felt eyes on me endlessly and had a lot of comments tossed at me. Mainly from my father. While most of them were harmless, usually amounting to, "I bet you feel better" & "you're looking healthier" - it made me realize just how others view me.

Flash forward to today. I am 20. With my mom out of town, my dad and my brother are my company for this celebration, and GOLDEN YEAR. I found that I was anxious all day. That I was waiting for the moment when I would open the same bag and be bombarded with weights, echoing the opinions of my parents. At last, the moment eventually came, after a dinner that my father had told me to stop eating at, I was anxious to get this over with and get to my bed to write about how I was one year older and one set wealthier. But the time came, two presents this year. I opened the big one first, expecting a set of weights, ready to give the same performance as last year.

But, it wasn't weights. It was a candle. And a dress. They were picked out by my brother (17 YEARS OLD!) and in the small bag was a pair of earrings that I had said were nice. I felt an overwhelming sense of joy and shock. I was shocked that not only he had remembered what I liked but got a dress that also had caught my eye. He also remembered another gift that my mom had ordered from Amazon which contained a workout set - something I needed but wasn't ready to attempt getting in person.

After that I brought the stuff down to my room, where outside my brother confessed/told me that he wanted me to feel special on my birthday and how he didn't want it to be fucked up like it had been last year. And I just broke down. He knew how much it meant to me. He saw how that gift last year had affected me and it broke my heart.

Think before you gift y'all.

[tiemeupspidey]

Happy Birthday Daddy!

Series- Can’t Help Falling in Love with You 

Relationship:Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: It’s Tom’s birthday and Jaxon gives his gift to Tom followed by the Reader giving him a a surprising gift.

Warnings: Swearing cause I love swearing IRL. Plus Tom swears too :,) Funny fluffiness, Dad Tom, SO much cuteness.

Word Count: 1,000+ 

A/N: Made the photo edit myself :,)

[Reader’s POV] 

“momma where’s daddy?” your four year old son Jaxon whispers.

“he’s reading in the living room honey” I whisper back leaning down kissing his mop of curls on his head. He’s starting to look like Tom more and more each day. Your heart aching at wanting to have another child.You loved every moment seeing him grow up and being a stay at home mom even if you were sick.

“I wanna give him his gift”Jax whispers looking around holding the bag to his chest. He had red,white and blue tissue paper sticking out. Of course you were the one to help him stick the tissue paper in.

“Careful my little star, you’ll squish your gift” I rub his cheek holding the cake pan with one hand. The tea kettle whistling grabbing my attention. I head over to get Tom’s tea ready. The four of you were spending the morning together. Tessa was sitting in the kitchen waiting for food to drop. She always did that cause at some point I always dropped something. FIlling up Tom and I’s tea cups I set the kettle aside.

“Jax! where are you lil man?” Tom’s voice comes from the living room.  He must have been taking a break from his script. Even on his birthday he got caught up with a script.

“Hold on daddy!” his little body scurries past you out of the kitchen almost making me  spill the tea.

“Shit” I gasp as hot tea hits my thumb.Thankfully it was your cup that spilt a bit and not his.

“Daddy I have a present for you” Jax says holding up his gift to Tom from the doorway. Tom looks up from the script setting it aside.

“Here’s your tea love” I whisper kissing his cheek as I set his tea next to him on the table.

“Thank you darling, I was just about to ask for tea” He smiles pulling you back to kiss your lips. Pecking his lips one more time before pulling away.

“Jax worked very hard for your gift babe” I explain as Jaxon walks forward with Tom’s gift. Sitting across from Tom in your chair. Pulling out your phone you open up instagram to start a live stream. Thankfully it started working just in time.

“C’mon lad let’s see it” Tom grins as Jaxon hands him the gift. Tom pulls out the card setting it on his thigh.

“Daddy do you like the colors?” Jax asks looking up at Tom.

“Only the best colors ever am I right?! Such a great job on the tissue paper” He grins sending a wink your way.

“Daddy,I saved up all my pennies.. I helped mumma with washing Tessa,picked up my toys so you or mumma wouldn’t trip on them an-and my legos so you wouldn’t say swear words anymore so I could get your gift..” Jax smiles sitting down next to Tessa.

“Is that why the swear jar is missing darling?” Tom asks in disbelief looking between your son and the camera.

“Tom he swore in front of me when he dropped his Spider-Man toy down the stairs!” you defend yourself laughing at his reaction.

“Shit” Tom muttered.

“Thomas!”I glare at him from behind the screen. His eyes looking like a kid in fear. You used your mom voice on him. It always worked on him and Jax. Looking at your screen it was blowing up from comments.

“He said shit mumma!” Jax pointed at his father giggling.

“Jaxon Zander Holland” I groan smacking my head with my hand. These two would be the death of me.

“Swear jar, both of you after Daddy opens his birthday gift” your voice stern as Tom groans.He runs his fingers through his hair causing his biceps to move. My attention being slipped away because of that. Hearing a laugh I look back to Tom as he sends me a wink. Opening the card he starts to attempt reading it out loud.

“I know my handwriting isn’t as good as yours daddy so mumma typed a translation for you..” his head drops in embarrassment.

“Your handwriting is better than mine was your age, don’t worry your handwriting will be better in time..” he reaches tilting his chin up.

“Daddy, I love you soooooo much just as much as I love Tessa, maybe a little more. You’re Spider-Man but being my dad you’re my number one hero..” Tom’s voice wavers at the end. He has a smile with tears in his eyes.

“Thank you Jax for the lovely message.. Now let’s see what your hard work payed off to.” He wipes the tear away as he opens his gift pulling out the tissue paper.

“Open it up daddy!” Jaxon says excitedly jumping up and down.

“Wowwww look at this! Darling look what he got me” Tom smiles pulling out a Spiderman glove. Attached to it was a silly string can.

“I saw the video of Aunt Zaya spraying you it was funny cause you swore like you do when you step on my legos! I s-saw that glove when I-I went to the store with Aunt Zaya.. now we can play together!” Jaxon goes to his backpack pulling out his own glove.

“Man this is the best , let’s test it out shall we?” His grin grows as he looks over at you. Watching as his hand slips into the glove with ease. Taking the cap off he raises his arm towards you flicking his wrist.

“Tom, you wou-” String hitting you makes you flinch.

“Thomas!!” A laugh escaping my lips as I fumble with my phone. You quickly save the video before setting your phone down.

“Don’t worry I’ll protect you mumma!” Jax jumps in front of you shooting his string.

“Oh my herooo” I place my hand on my heart as Tom gets sprayed with string. Tom gets up heading towards us as Jax takes a Spidey like stance.

“Trying to take my lady away are you lad??” Tom gets up picking him up and onto his shoulder as Jax tries spraying him. Laughter fills your home as Jaxon gets tickled.

“I will get you!” Jax wiggles in his grasp,legs flailing trying to get free.

“Easy there killer, how bout I let you decorate Daddy’s cake? I put all the stuff you need on the table” Picking him up off of his shoulder and setting him down.  He takes off towards the table near the kitchen. Pulling out the chair he climbs on top of it grabbing things in his hand.

“Now that I have your attention, I have a gift well gifts for you actually” You explain kissing from his jaw to his lips. His arms pulling you close to his body, warmth engulfing you.

“Well well well, do I get some mind blowing sex tonight?” he cheekily grins reaching down grabbing my ass. You let out a laugh as you pull back. Walking over you pick up your bag that you set aside earlier.

“Thattttt but, here this is your gift”

    Watching him open it finding the letter inside. His face looks confused as he opens the paper. Eyes moving as he reads the letter, eyes getting big after more reading. Our eyes meet as a cheshire cat grin prominent on his face.

“You’re serious darling? This isn’t some sick joke right?” tears fill his eyes as he places his hands on your cheeks.

“I’m very serious Tom” you let out a little laugh as he places his forehead against yours. Tears slipping down your cheeks. This moment was perfect.

A/N: Stay tuned :,)

[gottaescape13]

Day 42

Was pretty busy yesterday. Talked to my dad for a bit in the morning, had a bowl of cereal, was sorta lazy. Went to see the kids and pick up food around noon and then loaded up my massage table and went to Tammy Carlson's...gave her a massage at her home....met her BF and enjiyed some time in her hot tub visiting before coming home. It was a nice break in the usual routine. Came home and heated up the food from the Y. The kids seemed happy to get the ribs and I ate almost all of the hash brown casserole myself -- it was soooooo yummy! I am very glad Loaves and Fishes are doing these meals right now. It definitely helps our food budget and the food has always been good.

I did have a friend of a regular client purchase a GC for a birthday gift today and pay over the phone with a credit card and Randy asked if I would be willing to help clean out his bedroom for some extra cash. Hopefully, I can mail in my 1040 from 2019 taxes and they can figure out payments for unemployment in a week or so and I can start getting benefits for a bit. That money would be incredibly nice -- I'd be owed 2400 just from the 600 they are giving each week. I could pay rent for a month or two, all my bills and still have a little left over for fixing up the Jeep. Blue is so anxious to be able to drive it, and I get it -- just wished I had the money to do it more readily available.

I think Steve and I may get together with Tami and Mike either tonight or tomorrow for an hour or two. I know it's pressing the whole social distancing thing, but we haven't exactly been great about it anyway. It's so hard and in some ways Covid seems so far off and we are just tired of semi-quarentine and what it all means. Sometimes I think we went all overboard in how we handled this pandemic, other times I feel like we still haven't done enough and I worry about people I care about getting sick. At this point, nearly everyone I know is still healthy and around only healthy people, so it all seems safe and I just want to get back to normal, or something better than what this is anyway. I've told the kids I'm pretty ok with them getting together with one or maybe even two friends at a time for a couple hours...I know Rachel is trying to coordinate something with her semi-boyfriend Quentin, and I told Blue that they and a few of thier friends should plan a night to get all gussied up like for Prom and I'd bring them out to a park and take photos for them. I keep thinking I want to get all fancied up myself and put on my old bridesmaid dress from Val's wedding (geez...like 18 years ago, I think!) Since I never had prom, I just think it would be fun, and I wanna see Steve's face when I step out all made up and fancy. I admit that I want to see it myself, so I can remind myself I'm pretty. Haven't felt too pretty lately. Feeling kinda fat and drab, actually. Need to change it up somehow.

Really