#the food was bc my friend is going to a friend’s birthday party soon

[virgobingo]

more insight on miles’ puerto rican heritage for your fics or fanart

- traditional quinceañeras (or as they are often called by puerto ricans quinceañeros) are really not that common anymore, most girls nowadays have pool parties or go on a cruise. if miles were to go to one of his cousins’ 15 birthday party, chances are it would be casual— no big poofy dress (his mom probably had one like that though)

edit: some people disagree on this. depends on how traditional your family and friend group is I guess, as well as which part of the island you’re from. on average, it seems to be a far bigger deal amongst some other latines. in my class in pr only 3 out of approx 30 girls had a big event like that. not a single one of my cousins had a traditional quince either so you could say I’m partly biased bc of my own experiences. i personally just had a big pool party

- plantains are a big part of our diet. also, pr being an island in the caribbean, coconut is in a lot of our desserts. if miles had to pick a favorite fruit I hc he’d pick either one of the two lol also please google our food, our food isn’t actually spicy so much as savory

- we “celebrate” thanksgiving like other americans. it’s about the only time we eat oven roasted turkey. for winter holidays (christmas eve/day, new years eve/day, three kings day/eve) oven roasted pork. chicken might be offered as a second option for people who don’t consume pork for whatever reason

- you’re pretty much taught how to dance as soon as you can walk. most of us have basic rhythms down. chances of miles dancing with his mom or friends at parties? astronomically high.

- the reason why our flag is everywhere, besides pride, is ‘cause it was illegal to own it. look up the gag law that prohibited us from even displaying it at our homes. so it’s actually an awesome detail in these movies

- this is my opinion/a fun fact but I feel like miles is basically an homage to black and puerto rican (specifically nuyorican) solidarity around the 70s-80s during the creation of hip-hop and rise of graffiti as a form of expression (you can easily read up on this or watch shows like the get down to learn more about this if you’re curious)

- whether you’re “nuyorican” or “from the island” spanglish is common so miles’ mixing english and spanish isn’t odd bc even rio does this as miles points out in the party scene. he isn’t a “no sabo” kid so much as someone with a strong accent. he understands his mom perfectly

- race ≠ ethnicity. there are plenty of black people in and from Puerto Rico, and miles’ pr family in the spiderverse films are designed to be for the most part afro-latine. so I wouldn’t really call him biracial

- the puerto rican day parade wouldn’t be a thing he skips, he’s gifted a special suit for it in a comic run. his puerto rican heritage is important to him!

[pablitogavii]

gavi x reader, where he’s all clingy on his birthday and he wants to introduce her to his family like his aunts, uncles and grandparents and she’s so nice to his younger cousins and he’s like falling in love with her all over again bc of how nice she is to everyone, fluff?

Birthday celebration

"I'm so glad everyone could come here for my birthday" Pablo said while you were setting the table at his house in Barcelona smiling when you saw his excited face.

Pablo might be a professional athlete that is already accomplished so much but deep down he is still just a nineteen year old boy excited for his birthday party.

"Me too amor. You look so handsome" you walk up to him fixing his hair a little and he lets you leaning down to kiss your lips when the doorbell rang.

"Guests are here. Go ahead and open amor" you say and he nods rushing to the door in excitement seeing his old childhood friends Mario and Alejandro.

"Welcome guys!" you say hugging them as well smiling when you saw Pablo already opening up resents and thanking them. He was such a cute boy!

"How are you guys? How's Sevilla?" you started the small talk while taking out some drinks and food while Pablo went to open the door again to his family, Aurora and Javi.

"Hola hermanita!" Aurora hugged you first and you smiled hugging her back before Belen joined it kissing your head. His whole family was so sweet to you and your heart melted.

"Mi hija bonita!" Belen said and you blushed seeing Pablo looking at the two of you with a smile on his face.

"What would you like to drink?" you ask and even though Pablo wanted to help you sat him down telling him that he is birthday boy and should enjoy today. Aurora helped you instead.

"Here's your ice tea amor" you put the glass down resting your hands on his strong shoulders while chatting with his parents and Pablo just watched in awe taking one of your hands in his and kissing it.

Doorbell rang again and you leaned in kissing his cheek and whispering "go open up birthday boy" making him smile and do as you said.

"Feliz cumpleaños Pablito!" his abuela walked in with a cake and you smiled when you saw Pablo blushing while walking in with his grandparents into the dining room.

"Puedes darme el pastelseñora, lo pondré en la nevera" [you can give me the cake, and I will put it in the fridge] you say and the lady smiled nodding her head and touching your face gently.

"Tan linda! Será mejor que seas un buen chico, Pablito!" [so beautiful! you better be a good boy Pablito!] she spoke and you smiled nodding your head while walking into the kitchen with the cake.

"Siempre abuela!" Pablo smiled helping them sit down before you brought some refreshments.

"Tu español es tan bueno!" [Your Spanish is so good!] his grandpa said and even Pablo felt so proud that you were willing to learn his language just so you can speak to his family. He was doing the same by learning English and communicating to yours.

"Gracias! Tengo un buen maestro!" [Thank you! I have a good teacher!] you said kissing Pablo's head and he smiled nodding his head proudly saying that you were his best student.

Soon after, Pablo's aunt with her little kids came as well and the boy was very excited to kick ball with their Pablito as they called him. Your heart was filled when you saw Pablo playing with him and just how carefree he felt with his whole family around him.

The little girl always talked about how pretty you are and how she wanted to look like you. She was so cute and you always did her braids whenever she came by so this time was no difference.

"She just always talks about you, querida" Pablo's aunt said and of course Pablo overheard the conversation smiling when he saw how happy his little cousin was sitting on your lap and having ehr hair braided.

He couldn't imagine he finally found someone who is so kind and fits perfectly with his family. There was no doubt in his mind that you were the one.

"Alright, done! Who is ready for the cake!?" you say and both the little girl and boy jumped happily rushing with you towards the kitchen giving Pablo a little break to sit down with the rest of the guests.

"Ella es muy especial Pablito.." [She's very special Pablito..] his grandma said with a smile and Pablo blushed her words meaning so much to him.

"Es una chica tan humilde y amable. ¡Realmente trata bien a nuestro chico y no podríamos estar más felices!" [She's such a humble and kind girl. Really treats our boy right and we couldn't be happier!] his mom added and now Pablo was bright red not really the one to talk much about how he feels.

"Mamá! Ella te escuchará!" [Mom! She'll hear you!] Pablo whined while everyone laughed at his shyness.

"Él es tímido, pero está claro que ella lo hace feliz." [He's just shy but it's clear that she makes him happy.] Javi added and everyone nodded and by that time you were back with the cake singing him a birthday song.

Everyone joined in and when it was done Pablo grabbed your hand closing his eyes to make a wish before blowing his candles and everyone cheered while you moved down to kiss his head.

He stood up as everyone congratulated him once more until he finally came to you holding your waist and pulling you close.

"I had nothing to wish for..I have everything I need right here" he whispered before you both kissed and everyone applauded making you both blush and smile.

"I love you so much..happy birthday cariño!" you say while hugging him happy to have become apart of his family.

[nolita-fairytale]

Carmy as Your Baby Daddy | Social Media AU & Headcanon Series | part one

masterlist | part two now that i've finished my top gun: maverick series, it's me i'm back and gearing up for season two. after a bout of food poisoning, i finally cracked and am writing this pregnancy headcanon that i said i wouldn't bc my ovaries would explode (looking at you @allthefandomstogether). anyways, a huge thank you to @carmensberzattos who pinged many an ideas back and forth about carmy as your baby daddy and screamed into the abyss about this on a friday night. i'm writing this with my main character from the make your heart surrender-verse, but can absolutely read as a standalone piece. posting now because i'm so damn excited but i may go back and add some more things later.

oh and this a headcanon series now so. that part.

carmy as your baby daddy:

sometime after the wedding, you and carmy decide that you're ready to start a family. you're not trying but you're not not trying, meaning you've gone off of birth control but you're not carefully monitoring your ovulation cycle either. you both figure that it'll happen when it happens and if it doesn't, there are many other ways to make a family.

carmy never really thought about having kids until the two of you got together. after adopting your kitty together, carmy got to see a your more nurturing side and taking care of something together as a team made him think about how much he wants a family with you. after sugar has her baby it really ups the ante. seeing carmy become an uncle is what starts the conversation about seriously starting a family, and every time carmy sees you holding the baby, it's 'when our kids this, and when our kids that' for days after.

you swear it's food poisoning. after a somewhat questionable late night meal, you spend half the night vomiting while carmy works a later night at the restaurant. you text him to bring ginger ale and tums home. of course he comes through because are you kidding this man is a caretaker?!

you insist that you're fine and much better, even though you're absolutely exhausted. things are so busy at work for you (and have i mentioned the pregnancy fatigue) that you don't think much of it when a few nights later, you find yourself kneeling on the bathroom floor once again.

there are always little kids running around at the extended family gatherings and which led to your realization (when you first met everyone) that carmy is surprisingly good with kids.

it's not till a week or two later (after your little bout of 'food poisoning') that you're at cicero's place for a family birthday party that it hits you. one of carmy's cousins (not richie kind of cousin teehee) has just had a new baby with his wife. you've been catching up with ava, richie's daughter because you've become an auntie of sorts to her. you find some time to steal away for a some girl-time but when you return, carmy is holding his new niece/nephew in his arms.

the sight of him holding the baby not only takes your goddamn breath away as he stares long and hard your way, his blue eyes piercing right through your heart, but it's then that you realize that you're a few weeks late. it's like time stops as you look at him, seeing him coo at the baby with the softest look on his face. the realization hits you, clear as day.

"holy shit." is all you say, earning a few funny looks from the berzatto extended family and friends. "carm, can i borrow you for a second?" you and carmy find a quiet place to talk inside. "you okay, babe?" "carmy i think i'm-. what if i-. i'm late." "what do you-? like.. late late?" "now that i think about it, a few weeks late, honey." "yeah?" he asks you, totally in shock and eyes wide. "yeah."

the two of you make an excuse to leave the party as soon as possible, and hurry to the nearest drugstore to pick up a pregnancy test. you wait till you're home to take it. "do you want me to come in, sweetheart?" "no, carmy! i don't want you to watch me pee, you weirdo!" you answer, even though you know he's just excited.

the two of you are pacing back and forth, practically making dents in the floor with your footsteps for what feels like the longest two minutes of your lives. when your timer goes off, you're both simultaneously freaking out about the fact that you're lives are about to change forever, while also really, really hoping for a positive result. and as the fates would have it, the test is positive.

"holy shit. holy fucking shit. we're- you're-, we're gonna-!" carmy is ecstatic as searches for words. "we're having a baby, baby!" you squeal jumping into his arms." "god, i love you so much," he says, grinning at you as wrap your legs around his waist. "i love you too, carm. so, so much."

you literally get the biggest kick out of calling him your baby daddy: to friends and family, coworkers, random strangers, in restaurants, at the gas station. you'll take photos of him at the farmers market and post on your ig story referring to him as your baby daddy because you find it hilarious. carmy doesn't find it as funny (even though he secretly loves it) and he's cherry-tomato red when you tell the checkout clerk at the bodega across the street from your place that your baby daddy is going to pick up the tab.

everyone at the restaurant is so excited for you! even richie cries a little when you tell him the news. you hadn't really gotten close to richie until ava grew super attached to you, which opened up a whole new avenue and understanding for your friendship with richie.

ever since you found out you were pregnant, carmy always has bread and ginger ale on hand for your morning sickness. he started making you your favorite soft scrambled eggs with toast, but the chives have been way too strong of a flavor for a sensitive tummy. it's slowly become eggs & toast and then just... toast, which you promptly apologize for stripping away any kind of artistic freedom he may have previously had.

you get near compulsive cravings for certain foods, and carmy is always ready to throw on a jacket and run across the street when you get midnight cravings.

carmy hates seeing how tumultuous pregnancy has been during your first trimester. he's always ready with a hair tie or a glass of water for when you're done throwing up. okay hear me out: but carmy starting to wear hair ties because he wants to always have one ready for you. he'll even take off a morning with you or call your workplace if you need a sick day just so that he can take care of you. even if you don't need care, he just wants to spend time with you and be there for you while you go through it.

we already know that carmy is an acts of service king. he is the tenderest, most gentle partner and wants to be as helpful as possible. if you're sick, he wants to make you feel better. if the pregnancy hormones are raging against the machine, he's more than happy to let you be upset, or get you off by any means if the hormones go that way too. he'll sit on the bathroom floor with you and rub your back until you need to vomit again. he'll give you the best morning head of your life. he'll run a bath for you when you need one. he checks in every hour on the hour in your first trimester, which you appreciate, but eventually have to ask him to chill the fuck out.

speaking of physical changes, the pregnancy boobs are ELITE. carmy is always there to make you feel beautiful despite your rapidly changing body, esp when your clothes start fitting differently.

the first time your bump starts showing and you point it out to him, carmy cries. or maybe he notices it first and he's just like... weeping and you're like: babe r u ok? and then you realize that you're showing and carmy is kneeling and admiring your baby bump and now you're crying. sorry, but i don't make the rules it's just a fact that this is how it would go down.

carmy is so emotional about this because he realizes that he finally gets to build the family he didn't have and he gets to build it with you.

well this just hijacked my writing plans oops. part two will be more 'you & carmy pregnancy things' and part three will be birth & post-birth.

tagging my carmy taglist in the comments below!

[runningfrom2am]

the finer things in life // LTPF

summary: coryo merely tolerates you at the beginning of the series. this, is why.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 4.6k

masterlists / nav / requests

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. underage drinking/drug use (its just weed dw), some suggestive content that's not explicit (that's a first for me woah).

a/n: THIS DROPS SOME MAJOR LORE FOR THIS SERIES LIKE PLS- this is so fun and i hope you guys really like it bc i stepped out of my comfort zone a bit here. anyway, happy new year!! as a treat, have r and coryo getting way too messed up for their own good :)

this is mentioned in one of the parts of s2 (oh god i have no clue which one but trust me.) anyway, here's the night they were talking about.

series masterlist // playlist

"Hey, Coryo." You smile, sitting yourself down across from him at the lunch table.

"Y/N/N." He nods, hardly looking up from his food.

"So," You him, leaning forward with your elbows on either side of your plate. "Are you coming to Livia's big party this weekend?"

He shrugs, swallowing before looking up at you. "I don't know. Maybe. Feels a little... trivial."

"Ugh," You scoff, playfully rolling your eyes. "Of course it's trivial, Coriolanus. It's a birthday party for a seventeen year old that's probably going to have fireworks and a four tier wedding cake." You laugh. "But I have to go, so you should too."

He smiles at you a little, tilting his head with a raised eyebrow. "A wedding cake?"

"Probably. You saw the invitations." You chuckle. "We can walk together, and I'll see if I can sneak in some posca from our cellar. Please?" You plead.

"Won't your parents be driving you? I wouldn't want to impose." Coryo insists politely.

"Oh, god, no." You laugh. "They're allegedly busy. My father will be working, and my mother will be waiting for him to finish work. Can't tear her away from that. My theory is that they just don't want to go."

"Oh, I see." He replies. Your parents not attending social events wasn't uncommon. Their attention was notoriously hard to attract, and his parents had long since passed, so it was pretty standard for the two of you to either walk together or get your driver to take the two of you places alone.

"Yeah! I think we'll end up walking because my brother has tutoring and god forbid he walk anywhere, but that way there's no dreadful small talk with my family anyway."

"Fine." Coryo agrees. "Only because it's you. Also, I don't think talking to your parents is dreadful, Y/N/N."

"It is. Don't lie." You laugh, taking a bite out of your cookie and waving him off.

You hear the doorbell and run to answer it before anyone else can. "Mom! Coryo's here, I'm leaving now! Bye!"

"You're not going to invite him in?" Your mom asks, cutting you off in the foyer.

"We're already running late, sorry!" You insist, adjusting your hold on the two gift bags in your hands very carefully.

"Alright, well, have fun, dear. Extend our apologies to Livia's parents for us."

"Will do!" You nod, giving her a quick thumbs up before opening the door.

"What do you need a bag for?" She asks and you roll your eyes at your friend standing in front of you before turning to face her again.

"They have a pool, I might need to change." You groan.

"Oh, right." She seems satisfied with that answer. "Hello, Coriolanus, how are you doing tonight?" She asks, turning her attention to him.

"I'm well, Ma'am. Thank you. And you?" He smiles politely.

"We gotta go, Mom, bye!" You shut the door before she can answer.

As soon as you're out of sight from your house, you stop and dig through the tissue paper in one of the gift bags.

"Isn't that for Liv-" Coryo's question is cut off by you holding a bottle of a nondescript liquor out to him.

"This one is for us." You smile, taking another bottle out before shoving the folded-up gift bag into your backpack. "Cheers." You twist the cap off of yours, knocking it against the one he's awkwardly holding before taking a swig.

"Posca? Should we..." He clears his throat. "Should we really be drinking? I feel like we'll get in trouble."

"It's not Posca, it's better. Besides, no trouble if no one knows." You reassure him. "Also, I would bet money that we show up and Festus and Pup are already stumbling."

"You're the most terrible influence, Y/L/N." Coryo shakes his head with a smile on his face, opening the bottle anyway to try it.

"No!" You laugh. "This is good for us. It makes me more... digestible to these stuck-ups."

"Are you not included in that group?"

"Oh, Coriolanus Snow, we are at the top of the list."

The air in the expansive house is as hot and stuffy as it could possibly be. It reminded you so much of your own, but warmer, in a way. Maybe it was just the sheer volume of people inside and the buzz of alcohol in your system.

Livia's parents had been kind enough to leave the whole back garden and pool for you kids to enjoy, and to have your own space free from all of the adults who were also invited.

It was warm out for a May evening when you finally made it outside after saying your 'hello's to all your classmates' parents. Your own parents insisted that you spend a decent amount of time doing so, despite them not being able to make it. Coryo was known to do this as well, so you made your rounds together before thanking the Cardew's for the invitations and they showed you where all the other kids were outside.

Coryo already wanted to leave, and if you did as well, you were good at hiding it. He couldn't tell, blindly following you through the crowded house before making it outside.

"Party's here!" You call out as you step out onto the patio, allowing Coryo to close the door behind you.

"Y/N, you gorgeous girl, finally!" You're quickly greeted by Hilarius Heavensbee, and god, Coryo has never hated him more as the boy is wrapping his arms around you. His attempts at flirting with you are humiliating- Coriolanus doesn't know how he couldn't see that he was embarrassing himself.

"Hilary, you flatter me." You chuckle, gently patting his back with your free hand as you pull away.

"You know I try." He laughs, shrugging as he slides in between the two of you, draping an arm over your shoulder.

"Where's the birthday girl?" You ask, holding up the gift bag. "I need to ditch this."

"That's a good question..." Your classmate says, scanning the groups scattered across the lawn in search of Livia.

"I can carry that, if you'd like." Coryo offers, desperate to remind you of his presence. He wasn't going to let you ditch him- you were the only reason he even attended.

"Oh, no. I've got it. Thank you, though." You wave him off, looking up at the boy whose arm is sitting over your shoulder uncomfortably. "Hilary, could you grab Coryo and I some glasses, please?"

"Uh, yeah, sure." He says, stepping away. "What do you want?"

"Oh, just the glasses please. We brought our own drinks." You wink.

"Alright, but only if you share." He chuckles.

"I'm nothing if not generous." You joke, pushing him in the direction of where you see the beverage table is set up.

"His share is coming out of your bottle." Coryo says once the boy is out of earshot.

"Who do you think I am?" You ask, placing the giftbag on the ground and grabbing your bag off your shoulder, digging through the fabric you used to muffle the sounds of glass bottles rattling against one another. "I brought enough for the class."

"Of course you did." He chuckles, shaking his head slightly as you carefully pull another bottle out of the bag. "Be a doll, go dump this in the punch?" You smile up at him, holding it out to him expectantly.

"No! I'm not spiking anything." He laughs.

"Suit yourself, Boryo Coryo." You sigh with a teasing smile, placing your bags on the ground and walking over to the table at the side of the house, unscrewing the cap as you go.

"Where'd Y/N/N go?" Hilarius asks, returning to Coryo's side. He just nods over to you in response, not tearing his gaze away from your form as you dump the contents of the bottle into the bowl.

"Ah, gotcha." Your classmate laughs, holding an empty glass out for Coryo to take.

Coryo mutters a quiet 'thanks', refocusing himself on inspecting the glass in his hand for any dirt or fingerprints. It was spotless- of course it was.

"So, are you guys like... together? Or what's the deal?"

"Pardon?" Coryo is taken aback by the question, finally looking up at the boy.

"You and Y/N." He gestures toward you as you stir the bowl, simultaneously holding the mostly empty bottle up to your lips to let the last few drops fall onto your tongue. "You're always hovering around each other. Anything more to it? Everyone is wondering, but no one dares ask her."

"Oh. No." Coryo shakes his head, wishing his glass was full of whatever bitter alcohol you'd gifted him so he could down it all in one go.

"Sweet." Hilarius grins to himself, watching you intently.

Coryo raises an eyebrow at Hilarius, perplexed by his reaction. "What's so sweet about it?" he asks, trying to understand the amused grin on Hilarius' face.

Hilarius chuckles, leaning in slightly as if about to share a secret. "If you're not gonna go for her, I will."

Coryo's cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. "Be my guest." He spits through gritted teeth. He should have drank more- perhaps it would have made Hilarius's juvenile pursuits more tolerable.

Hilarius nudges him playfully, "Life's too short for missed opportunities, if you ask me." He looks back at you again, not so subtly raking his eyes over your figure and how it fits in your favourite party dress. "And that would be a damn shame of a missed opportunity."

Coryo glances over at you, catching your eye for a brief moment before quickly looking away. He clears his throat awkwardly. "If you say so. I find she's quite... overwhelming, at times."

"That's the best thing about her." Hilarius muses. "Just imagine it... You know what I mean? I bet she's just crazy. In a really good way."

Coryo's brow furrows at the implication, both from offense and intrigue. He knew you were stunning- even a fool could have told him that, but it was to make a mockery of your name to only look at you and see merely the potential of what you could do with your body. To him, you were like morning rain in the springtime; a breath of fresh air when you didn't have to defend yourself at every turn, but Hilarius Heavensbee didn't know the first thing about walking in the rain.

"Don't be vile." Coryo scoffs, giving a slight shake of his head.

As you finish up with the concoction in the bowl, Coryo watches you with a newfound awareness, a subtle curiosity lingering behind his stare.What would it be like? It's not something he has ever considered, or even had the time or desire to look at anyone that way. Especially not you, you were so personal to him it was off limits even in his own head. He didn't understand the seemingly overnight shift a couple years ago now where all the boys in your class started looking at you and the other girls like pieces of meat, but suddenly watching you lick clean the spoon you used to stir the punch, he could see that maybe they had a point. What it would be like to hear you panting into his ear. Tired, loving, even, like he was the only man in the world who could make you feel so, so good. To have your deep red lipstick staining his skin, his shoulders, his neck, possibly lower. The idea of having to explain the stains on the inside of his shirt to Tigris when he pleads with her to somehow get them out has his heartbeat racing... Likely, though, it was just the liquor starting to settle in his veins, is what he decided as he adjusted the front of his dress pants.

Hilarius chuckles at Coryo's reaction, seemingly unfazed by his disapproval. "Relax, man. I'm just saying, life's too short not to appreciate the whole package. Y/N's got the brains, the looks, and that fiery spirit. It's like having your cake and eating it too."

Coryo arches an eyebrow, unconvinced. "I appreciate her for more than just appearances, you know."

Hilarius smirks knowingly. "Of course, of course. I'm just speaking from a purely hypothetical standpoint. No harm in imagining what could be."

Coryo shoots him a skeptical glance, but before he can respond, you join them, empty bottle in hand. "What's the topic?" you ask, catching the tail end of their conversation.

Hilarius grins, shrugging. "Oh, just discussing the finer things in life. You know, like cake."

You raise an eyebrow, sharing a confused glance with Coryo. "Cake? Really? Are we eight?"

Coryo rolls his eyes. "Apparently, it's a metaphor for appreciating the whole package."

You raise an eyebrow, but neither of them care to elaborate. "Well, I hope you both appreciate this 'whole package' of a potion I just whipped up. It should be interesting." You nod back toward the table, taking one of the glasses from your classmate to pour the remainder of your bottle out for the three of you.

By the time your unknowing classmates started to loosen up, you were sitting in a circle in a corner of the yard with a few others.

"I have a present for everyone." You state in a pause of conversation, and Coryo watches as you reach into the front of your dress, into your bra, and pull out a small paper bag.

"Uhm- what is that?" Clemensia asks, leaning back as if the bag would explode.

"Weed!" You laugh, looking around at the suddenly silent group of kids you're sitting with as you peel the bag open, the smell wafting through the air making some of your friends scrunch up their noses in disgust. "Oh my god- have none of you ever seen weed before?" You knew they hadn't, you hadn't really, either, but it was fun to tease them.

They all share confused and embarrassed glances. "Guys, come on..." You chuckle.

"I don't think we should..." Festus mumbles, clearing his throat. Of course he was going to be a baby about it.

"It's harmless! It's a plant, how much could something that grows out of the ground really hurt you?"

"Have you ever heard of poison ivy? Or that stuff poor people in the Districts burn to clean their houses or whatever?" Arachne spits, side-eying the bag on the ground.

"Sage isn't poisonous." Sejanus grumbles, hardly audible next to you.

"Okay, yes, but this is just weed. It's fun. Trust me." You plead, looking around at your friends, eyes locking on Coryo to your left.

"Okay, big shot, have you done it?" Clemensia asks, clearly already knowing the answer.

"Well... No, but there's a first time for everything, isn't there?" You smile. "Coryo, come on." You point him out in particular and he curses himself because he knows he can't say no to you.

"Okay... what do we do with it?" He questions quietly.

You squeal, the alcohol really showing as you lean into him, hugging him excitedly. "That's my boy! We smoke it."

"Alright, how?" Hilarius cuts in, forcing you to look at him instead of Coryo as you furrow your brow.

"Uh... that's a good question. I brought matches, though."

Sejanus sighs. "Anyone have an apple?" he speaks drawing everyone's attention, confused looks now focused on him.

"An apple?" Someone inquires about specifics, but you're busy making yourself comfortable closer to Coryo, leaning your head on his shoulder. When he realizes you're there to stay, he quickly reaches for the bottle at his side to take another swig. He's far too sober to have you all over him like this, he wonders if you could feel his heartbeat the way he could.

"To make a pipe." Sejanus explains, like it's obvious.

You smile, nodding at him. "You heard the boy- someone find him an apple!"

"And a pen." He adds.

"And a pen!"

It doesn't take long for the supplies to be acquired and passed over to him as you sit in a circle on the grass, watching Sejanus carefully as he uses the pen to dig into the core of the apple. You wanted to remember how, but the alcohol in your system was making it difficult to focus. You had to completely block out anything else happening around you.

"Y/N." You blink at your friend as he drops the pen into his lap, holding his free hand out to you.

"Huh?"

"The weed." He shakes his hand for you to pass him the bag.

"Oh! Right!" You giggle, reaching out for the bag and handing it to him as he pries it open.

"What are you doing?" Livia's voice comes from above you and you swivel your head, quickly getting dizzy from the movement.

"Y/N brought weed." Hilarius answers for him, smiling wide. "Isn't she just the coolest?"

Coryo stares at him, moving his arm tighter around your oblivious form so your classmates could better see his hold on you.

"I- um..." The birthday girl is caught off guard, and quickly looks over her shoulder up at the house. "Can you not do that here? Take it to the park across the street."

"Oh- Oh! Of course, yes." You nod, scrambling to get up, immediately pulling her into a hug. "I should have asked, I'm sorry." You slur, not noticing how tense she is under your hold.

"Are you... drunk?"

"Maybe." You giggle, holding a finger to your lips as you pull away. "Happy birthday, by the way! I brought a gift for you, 'is over there." You point over to the table you placed the bag under, swaying slightly.

"Yeah... I already opened it, remember?"

"Oh, shit. Right! Well, I hope you like it, Liv. You're just the best..." You hum, hugging her again as she gives a panicked look to your classmates behind you, who just laugh.

"Alright, let's get you out of here. We're gonna go to the park, okay Y/N/N?" Coryo says, prying you off of Livia and giving her an apologetic look.

"Right!" You giggle, turning so fast you almost lose your balance. "Who's coming?"

"I'll come." Hilarius nods, quickly getting up alongside Sejanus, but no one else moves or says a word.

"You guys are babies!" You laugh.

"And Y/N is a drunk at sixteen. We all have flaws." Persephone speaks up, smug smile on her face as she walks up behind Livia.

Immediately, Coryo is bracing you from swinging at her as your smile drops within an instant and you try and throw yourself at her, manicured hands open and grasping for her hair which you just miss as he holds you back.

"Yeah, that's enough." Coryo grunts, trying to hold you back without hurting you. "We should probably go."

"Coryo, let me go, she-" You hiss, trying to pry him off of you. You didn't know when he got so much bigger or stronger than you.

"Like I said, a drunk." Persephone chuckles, chewing every syllable as it comes out of her mouth.

"That's precious coming from a damn cannibal!" You spit, still trying to get through him as your classmate stares at you in shock. "Yeah- did you even know what your parents were feeding you? 'Cause I do! You probably liked it, you vulture!"

Hilarius holds back a laugh, coming up behind you and pulling you back, taking you from Coryo's grip and hoisting you up over his shoulder to carry you away as you hit at his back, screaming to be let down.

"That's our cue." Sejanus mutters, patting Coryo's shoulder and brushing past him to follow after you and your friend. "Thanks for having us, Livia!"

Coryo is fuming as he watches your classmate carry you away, but he still really can't pinpoint why. It must be the amount of alcohol- he's never drank this much before, but he has heard anger is a symptom. He's seen it in your father. Now, he's seen it in you; but it's not like that kind of outburst was abnormal coming from you. He's probably mad at Persephone for bringing that out of you. It's her fault, honestly.

He silently grabs your backpack and your bottles, half-hazardly throwing them in before swinging it over his shoulder and following after Sejanus without another word.

"So," Arachne states once he's out of earshot, taking a sip out of her glass as she remains on the ground. "Are we betting on Heavensbee or Snow to lose their virginity to her tonight?"

The group very quickly became a hung jury.

"Listen, I know the truth, okay, guys, hear me out." Clemensia speaks up over her arguing classmates. "Tonight, specifically, it'll be Hilarius." She holds her hand up to stop anyone who started arguing. "Coriolanus will probably wait until they're married or something, but trust me when I tell you that he will marry her."

"Marry her? We're sixteen, aren't you getting ahead of yourself, Clemmie?" Festus laughs, shaking his head.

"Obviously he doesn't know it yet, he's denser than over stirred cake batter, but he just follows her around like a lost puppy. That will never change, also, he's the only one that she's never had a problem with! And she'll fight with anyone!" Clemensia states, nodding with the finality of her statement. "That's all I have to say."

"Wait, you're telling me Coriolanus and Y/N aren't together?" Pup asks, just joining the conversation after sitting there confused for the last few minutes.

"My point exactly."

"Sejanus, you wizard, show us the ways." You giggle, plopping down on the ground where Hilarius carefully let you back onto your feet once you reached the park, previous argument completely forgotten.

"Okay." He laughs, sitting down next to you. "There's three holes in the apple. You hold it on the side like this, then you put the weed on the very top hole..." He explains as he's doing it, and you watch intently. "Then you hold the match up until it's burning, and you'll put your thumb over this hole here once you inhale it through the last one..." His voice trails off as he holds the apple up to your lips, doing all the work but letting you just breathe in the smoke.

You try, eyes closed as the three boys watch you until you pull away quickly to cough it all out as the smoke burned into your throat. "Oh my god..." You laugh, eyes watering as you continue to cough. "Your turn."

"You okay?" Hilarius asks with a slight chuckle, rubbing gentle circles into your back.

"Fine." You nod, quickly wiping your eyes.

"Here." Sejanus holds the apple out to the boy next to you. He takes it, and Coryo feels like he can finally breathe now that Hilarius doesn't have his hands on you.

"Where'd you learn this?" He asks Sejanus, ignoring your classmate following the same routine you did.

"Guess." Sejanus answers, looking over at him. "I don't smoke, but lots of my friends parents did. Back in Two."

"Right." The fact that they smoked around children didn't shock Coryo. Not one bit.

"Coryo, loosen up, man, you look like you're sitting with a stick up your ass." Hilarius offers it to him now, and he looks over at you. As if somehow you would tell him what to say.

"Try it!" You urge him on, shifting over so you're kneeling in front of him, taking the apple from Hilarius for him. "I'll light for you."

"Uh, okay, yeah." He swallows thickly, subconsciously leaning back a little bit at your closer proximity.

He takes the fruit from your hand, watching as your strike up a new match. "Tell me when you're ready..." You hum, moving even closer as he lifts the apple to his lips.

"Ready." He says quietly, and before you put the flames to the flowers, you're reaching up with your other hand to push his hair out of his face and hold it back for him so it doesn't somehow light.

He doesn't last long, looking into your eyes and trying to inhale the thick, abrasive smoke; it's only a second before he's pulling back quickly, coughing his lungs out as the other two boys laugh at him.

"It takes some getting used to, that's okay..." You smile, taking another hit while the flower was still burning.

You exhale, and it's smoother this time. "I did it!" You grin, choking only slightly over your words.

"Good job, Y/N/N." Sejanus laughs.

"You okay?" You ask Coryo and he nods, recovering from the coughing fit now as the weed really starts to take affect in your system.

You feel like your world is swaying as you kneel in front of him. "Did it work? Can you feel it?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

"It's the second hit." You determine, feeling bold as you straddle yourself over his lap. "I've got an idea. Do you trust me?" You whisper and he nods quickly, leaning back on his palms. Once again, not nearly drunk enough for this.

"Yeah, you know what, I've gotta get back. My parents are heading out pretty quick, here..." Hilarius makes an excuse, but you can hardly even hear him now. "Sejanus, you coming?"

Clearly getting the message he nods, standing up and dusting off his pants. "Have fun, you two. Get home safe."

"Bye!" You giggle, waving to them with your free hand.

The silence that surrounds you is deafening, particularly for poor Coryo, who is fighting for his life to not move. Not that he doesn't want you this close, apparently he does; if his body and his mind racing with thoughts are any indicator, the biggest problem is that he wants to touch you. He knows he shouldn't.

"I've got an idea." You say again, attention returned to him. "But you have to trust me."

"I trust you." He mumbles with a slight nod.

"Good." You smile, taking yet another pull from the apple, holding it carefully the way Sejanus told you to.

You painfully hold your breath, feeling the drug cloud your mind as you put it down gently on the ground next to you. Coryo starts to panic as you lean in closer, closer than you've ever been to him before, and god, did he hate and love where this was going.

You stop, lips brushing against his as you let the smoke out of your lungs, and all he has to do is breathe. Why is that suddenly so hard? He manages, somehow, feeling the smoke from your lungs flood into his own.

Once you move back, settling yourself on his lap and tilting your head at him, he turns to breathe it all out away from you. He doesn't know if he can look back.

You smile, settling your arms around his neck and subconsciously playing with the ends of his hair. "How does it feel?"

"Good." He says quietly, finally gaining the courage to look up at you.

"Good?" You hum with a slight nod, letting yourself get closer to him again as he rests a hand on your waist.

"Really good." He confirms, looking into your eyes; glazed over from the substances you so carelessly consume. "Y/N/N?"

"Yes, my dear Coryo?" You answer, already getting giggly.

He doesn't say anything more.

Fuck it.

With his free hand he's grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you closer, crashing his lips against yours.

"Y/N, hey." Coryo greets you, catching up to you just as you get to the front doors of the academy. He hasn't seen you since Saturday night- since he walked you home after you spent nearly an hour kissing him absolutely senseless at the park across from Livia's home. He couldn't stop thinking about it.

"Coryo, hi." You smile, textbooks tucked into your arms as you join him walking into the front doors of the academy on Monday morning. "How are you feeling?"

"Me? Fine." He shrugs, failing to mention the crippling hangover he was nursing for all of the day prior.

"What?" You laugh, sighing with fake disappointment. "That's not fair. I was dying yesterday. Literally, when I woke up I thought I had died and gone to hell. I don't even remember how I got home."

"You don't?" He chuckles nervously.

"No. I don't remember a thing." You laugh. "That's how you know it was a good night, so I've heard."

"Really? Nothing at all?" He asks, nervousness and disappointment flashing behind his eyes.

"Well, I remember spiking the punch." You laugh. "Why, did I do something bad?" Your laugh is replaced with anxiety as your voice lowers so only he can hear, catching the look in his eye.

Coryo clears his throat, avoiding your gaze as he shakes his head. "No, well... You did call Persephone a cannibal. Tried to fight her."

"Oh, well, that's standard." You shrug. "No big deal, then."

"Yeah. No big deal."

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[arabzian]

TEENS JJK MEN WITH A CHUBBY GF <3

(sorry for my bad English ): )

tags: chubby reader, fem reader, princess treatment, teen gojo, teen nanamin, heavy smut.

TEEN GOJO (blowjob, oral f receiving)

- you two weren’t in the same high school, you met during a basket ball match where his high school team was against yours.

- you sat among the public, watching the boys of your high school playing and especially your brother who was playing as well.

- you shouted his name and encouraging him with the rest of you girls friends.

- at the end of the game, you would want to eat and chill at your favorite fast-food with your friends and brother but a cute girl with short hair came to your way.

- "Hey my name is shoko, I know we don’t know each other but my friend have a huge crush on you right now. He said he didn’t score any goal because he was too focused on you."

- All of your friends laughed while you wanted to die of embarrassment.

- But… why not ? You followed this girl shoko and say to you friend that you will came back soon.

- You never came back.

- When Gojo saw you come with Shoko, he almost try to hide behind a tree.

- "Hi", you said shyly to him. "You wanted to see me ?"

- "Y…Yeah, I don’t know if you have a boyfriend but… Even if you had I don’t care, would you want to go out with me sometimes ?"

- Gojo and you weren’t officially dating, you two just casually hang out after high school. He would pick you up in front of your school with his car then drive you to places to just spend time with you.

- Some people were absolutely shock to see you two together. Sometimes in public places you heard some girls or boys laughing at you two or saying things such as "how could he be with her ? Did he lost a bet or something ?"

- Teen Gojo had a very short temper so he will beat them up. Except the girls, in front of them he would prefer to kiss you and it made them jealous every time.

- One day after your birthday party, you cleaned your apartment with him and suddenly, he stopped to watch you.

- This scene felt somehow domestic to him, he wanted to live with you after your graduation and clean stuff with you, cook with you… Basically, do anything with you will make him happy.

- "Y/N… I want to be your boyfriend, I really like you I want people to know that we are together".

- After that you said yes, he lift you up like a princess to… your bedroom.

- He was dreaming of it since he saw you at that basket ball match, he absolutely was fond of girls like you.

- His big and veiny hand was all over your squishy thighs while his other hand was gently holding your cheek, Gojo was litteraly sucking your tongue he wanted you so much.

- "Gojo please.. I am not comfortable with my body yet…"

- "What do you mean ? You have so many stretch marks you look like a baby tiger."

- Was this supposed to be a compliment ?

- You didn’t understand until you noticed that he was having a boner and you weren’t even naked.

- "You are so fucking perfect for me, I dare you to think that just because you have curves you do not deserve to be fucked."

- "I didn’t think that-"

- He reassured you in his own manners bc he was so horny like he couldn’t even properly talk, he sounded like an animal right now but you get him 😭

- Gojo was litteraly having the time of his life; he felt so privileged to touch you.

- He was fingering you while making hickeys on your neck; your pussy dripped in juice; you were too shy to admit him but he was doing it so well.

- You were too ashamed to moan but he went feral with his fingers so you ended up crying and moaning his name.

- "Can I eat your pussy ?"

- Consent king but you were so embarrassed like how can someone would ask such a question-

- you said yes.

- He was sucking your clit and drinking your juice (mixed with pee) like his life depended.

- You came in his mouth, your cum was dripping all over his jaw and a smile was on his face when he saw your cute expression on your face.

- "I am not finished with you."

- He pull out his dick out of his pants, he was so thick and so big, his dick was a little bit curvy you wanted it so bad Gojo was so perfect.

- before he could say anything, you started sucking him.

- He moaned due to the contact of your lips with his tip, he was so surprised like ????????

- "Wait you do not have to do that-"

- You looked at him with such a lustful stare, he did no longer control himself at this point.

- He hold your adorable cheeks between his hands and started to thrust his length into your mouth.

- He would stuff it to the base from his tip; it touched your throat and he asked himself how could you take him so well ? Like all of his dick was inside your mouth, you are such a queen he loves you so much.

- Before cumming, he did not know if it was ok to do it in your mouth so he would pull out his dick from your lips.

- You already love his dick so so much like you licked the length then the tip on your own.

- You opened your mouth wide, stick out your tongue for him to cum inside.

- You were on your hands and your knees like a pretty dog asking for a bone. Tits out and precum all over your jaw.

- He went crazy, Gojo grabbed your head and stuffed himself into you throat.

- This one of the best blowjob he had on his entiere life and it was your first time with him ? He would never let you go : you are made for him.

- He came so much that his cum was dripping all over your jaw, neck and tits.

- "It’s only the beginning, you will not be able to walk tomorrow I swear, I will fuck you so much you are not ready."

- He did.

- Lucky your parents weren’t home that night because you were screaming all the night, you were crying his name, screaming for help, Gojo was having the time of his life with you.

- He loves you so much, he has never been in love before you to be honest and right now, he could feel himself burning from the inside because of you.

- Gojo will bully anyone who would make fun of your weight or apparence. He is not joking, he became Regina George for the last year of high school.

TEEN NANAMI (oral f receiving, quickies)

- he had a huge crush on you since middle school and nobody knows it. He did not talk about it to his friend Haibara because he was so ashamed.

- Nanami is the emo kid of your high school, he looks always annoyed, do middle finger to teachers when they become too annoying and always has music blasting into his ears.

- And you were nothing like that.

- You always dress so pretty, you had the prettiest outfits of all your high school. You weren’t ashamed of your body at all. You were confident, always nice and smiling, even sassy sometimes.

- One day you were in sport class and you wore a sport suits that complimented your curves and body so well that Nanami had a boner this day.

- "I have to go the toilet I am sorry", whispered Nanami to Haibara.

- Surprised, Haibara decided to go with him, maybe Nanami was feeling sick ?

- "Nanami are you okay?", "Yes Yes.. Haibara, do you have a big shirt ou sweatshirt to lend me please I…"

- And then Haibara noticed it, he would laugh so loudly that Nanami could feel the shame consume him.

- "This is not funny…", "I am sorry but you were having a boner in the middle of sport class like, did you get turn on by our old teacher?"

- "By Y/N".

- "…Huh..? WHAT?!"

- "Listen, do not tell anybody okay? She doesn’t even know that I exist."

- "Nanami are you joking ? You love her ? Go and tell her !!"

- Haibara was a big fan of romance, shojo, love in general etc, he was living the moment.

- "Haibara, do you even think that someone like me has his chance with her ? She looks like a princess from a Disney movie and I … I look like nothing."

- "Nanami you are good-looking too are you kidding ?! Go ask her before she gets in a relationship!"

- "I don’t know.."

- "Well, with this attitude it’s true that she would never be interested in you."

- On Valentine’s Day, while you were talking with your girls friends in front of your class, you felt that someone was behind you.

- "Sorry to bother you y/n but…"

- You turned around to see this tall blond guy that you sometimes saw in the cafeteria during lunch time.

- He was holding a pretty rose and he looked so nervous.

- "Are you okay ?", you looked so worried. it made him burst from the inside, how could you be so adorable ?

- "I wanted to give you this flower.. Hm… Er… Happy Valentine’s Day." He was so ashamed of his own behaviour like he was so corny he didn’t know what to say. All of your friends was watching him and laughing.

- "Thank you, it’s so cute! I don’t have any flower to give you so, is it okay if we hang out after class ?"

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- Nanami’s cheeks was so red he felt all of his face burn. He was looking away while saying "yeah.. it could be fun.." he was so happy he didn’t know how to act right now.

- At the end of the day, you two go for a walk in the city, you were having small talk and even if nanami participated in the conversation. His mind was somewhere else.

- He was so nervous around you, you intimidated him but in the good way.

- "Are you hungry ? Did you eat ?", he asks, he wanted to invited you to eat something.

- "Yes I am a little bit hungry to be honest…"

- "Can I invite you ? I know a place where the food is amazing".

- "I really want to Nanami but I can’t, it’s summer soon and I want to lose a few pounds.."

- "Huh?", he looked a little bit pissed. "losing weight ? For what?"

- "Can’t you see ?", you laughed, "I am little bit overweight".

- "What ? I think you look great… " I did not want to make a full compliment because he was afraid to sound like a creep.

- "Thank you Nanami, but my mom said she won’t buy me more clothes if I don’t lose weight so I have to continue my diet. I am so sorry".

- Her mom was such an asshole, nanami would never understand how a parent could make their child hate themselves.

- Especially you, having curves suited you so well like it was a part of your charm and identity. Nanami always liked chubby girls so hearing you that you don’t like yourself…

- He pulled up in his car the next day after school to go shopping with you.

- you accepted shyly, he was being so determined here 😭

- "Buy what you want," he said while you were looking at some dresses, you were so embarrassed you felt like a burden.

- "Nanami, you don’t have to-", "I insist, please, it’s a pleasure to buy you things".

- Offering gifts was part of his love language.

- You were in the fitting room, you were trying on a pretty sundress who was flattering your cleavage so much but you were wondering if it wasn’t too much.

- "Nanami can you come please?"

- He was behind you and you turned around to show him that dress.

- "What do you think ? I was wondering if it wasn’t too much actually.."

- You waited for an answer but he didn’t say anything.

- He was staring at your body, you felt his eyes on your chest and thighs and you began to be uncomfortable.

- "Nanami..?"

- Like the last time, a boner appeared on his crotch and you noticed it.

- "I am sorry.. shit.." he groaned.

- You were looking at him apologizing.

- "You look absolutely beautiful. I don’t think it’s too much at all, that kind of cloths suit you so well actually".

- The atmosphere was so heavy right now, Nanami kept apologising and he said he would wait for you in his car, he let you with his credit card.

- "I am going to kill myself", he said while hitting his head against his car steering wheel.

- You came back an hour later with two shopping bags, you thank him while entering in the car and giving him back his credit card.

- "It was so nice, thank you nanami."

- "It’s nothing, I am happy to pay you new clothes, your mom is so dumb I swear".

- You stare at him for a second before kissing him.

- "I am sorry.. I-"

- he kissed you back and it escalated very quickly. You wore the dress you was trying on earlier and he didn’t even bother to hide his boner anymore.

- while he was kissing you, he started to gently fingering you. You let out small moans while kissing him.

- "You look so good in that dress, let me eat your pussy please", he said breathy.

- He did. Nanami was actually obsessed with you.

- While nanami was licking and sucking your clit, he strokes his own dick. It made him so horny to have sex with you in his car.

- He was eating that fat pussy of yours, you were his dream girl and he was living the time of his life.

- He let hickeys on your inner thighs and boobs.

- Right now, you were on the back seat, on your knees, back arched like a cat while nanami was fucking you from behind.

- He hold your squishy tummy while thrusting into your pussy, hitting all the right spots.

- "I’ve been waiting for this all my life, I love you so much", he moaned.

- He was blowing your back so violently you couldn’t say a properly answer, you were a moaning mess.

- He put two of his finger in your mouth and you were sucking them, "please let me be your boyfriend, I will always be there for you", his thrusts was faster and faster.

- You nodded your head, it’s all you could do, his hands were all over you.

- You two were the best and cutest couple of your high school tho. The emo boy with his princess girlfriend.

thank you for reading !!! Idk how to use Tumblr i litteraly start to publish here yesterday, if you want me to write something tell me !!!

[xrmywaifxx]

Hey I was wondering if could maybe get comfort for a Gn reader from daichi? I don’t know if I can explain it but my birthdays soon and every year for my birthday and New Years I get a rly deep anxiety of like “wasting my life” or smth idk it sounds stupid. But I get rly anxious around it bc I have a fear that I’m like not living life to my full potential, so every “milestone” is just a reminder that I’m failing. Idk I hope I was able to explain that enough, so if ur willing, I could use some comfort even if it’s just imaginary lol. Thx!

hello anon :) I appreciate you trusting me with something like this. I completely understand the feeling you are describing. I decided to go for New Years theme. I’m sorry for how late this is out.

11:43pm December 31st - New Year’s Eve

All you wanted to do that night was sit by your window. When you were small, you loved watching the fireworks, but lately, it has seemed more convenient as a distraction, a way to forget about life. You close your eyes, the subtle echo of the early fireworks slowly lulling you to sleep. Just then, you heard a noise. Opening your eyes, you hear another, seeing movement as a pebble hits your window. You open your window to the sight of your childhood friend Daichi. Bags in his hands, he smiled up at you the way he always does. So sweetly, like you were the only thing that mattered at that moment. "What are you doing down there, you idiot?" you shout at him. He holds his finger to his mouth, shooshing you, "Shhhhhh, you'll wake up your parents!" He quietly says to you from your backyard. You laugh, "My parents? At home on New Year's? Yeah, right." You say, "They're at some party." "Why aren't you?" He shoots back. You scoff, "You know I'm not the big party type. Besides, I had…more important things to do tonight." He smiles at the ground, hoping you don't see it--you do. "Oh, yeah? What kind of important things? You mean moping around your room all night and finally going to bed at 6 a.m.?" He laughs. and raises an eyebrow at you. You blush at the accuracy of his words, "Whatever, just meet me in the treehouse!" —————————————————— You and Daichi had built this treehouse with your dad when you were only in elementary school. A lot has changed since back then. Your parents divorced, your dad moved away, your mom remarried, and you started feeling differently toward Daichi. You wish you could go back to that age. Before your parents got divorced and before you developed a crush on Daichi. As Dachi slid into the treehouse, you realized that the inside was much smaller than you had remembered, or maybe you were just a lot bigger. As if reading your mind, Daichi says, "Wow, it's smaller than I remember." Because of the size--or lack of it--you were so close to Daichi that you could smell his simple cologne mixed with that coconut-scented shampoo he always used. "Y-yeah, it is.", you let out, already blushing from the proximity. You looked over and saw his bags again. You had noticed them before but didn't pay them much mind. Just as you're about to ask Daichi about them, he asks, "Wondering what's in the bags?" "Yeah, actually, I was." He empties the bags on the floor of the treehouse, and they're filled with all your favorite snacks. "Oh, Daichi, you brought me a picnic?" He nods in response, "I feel bad that I spent last New Year's with the team, so I wanted to make it up to you! Plus…I feel like I've barely seen you lately." That's true, you hadn't really seen each other. When you realized your crush on Daichi, you avoided hanging out with him, hoping he wouldn't find out. You smile, "Don't worry, I've missed you too. Now, let's dig into this food!" —————————————————— You gazed at the starry landscape out of the treehouse window. The sounds of the fireworks fade the further it gets from midnight, as the town slowly begins to doze, the excitement of the New Year now long faded. "Do you remember…" Daichi trails off. "Do I remember what?" You ask in response. "Nah, never mind.", "Well, now you have to tell me!" Daichi laughs, "Do you remember when we were young, about when we built this treehouse… and you had a crush on me."

You swear you felt your soul leave your body. You had no idea that he had ever known about your crush. The thought of him knowing makes you want to curl up into a ball and never come out. "Y-yeah. I remember that", you mutter.

"You know it's funny, but I always liked you too. I was just too scared to tell you." Daichi whispered. You weren't entirely sure why Daichi was telling you all of this, but somehow, knowing he used to like you gave you the littlest bit of hope. The long silence burned your ears, the awkwardness of the present conversation looming over you like clouds on a stormy day. Suddenly, Daichi spoke. You think that maybe he had felt the storm clouds just like you. "Sorry, maybe I shouldn't have brought that up." Daichi scratches his head. "No!" you respond quickly, "I don't mind. I just.. don't usually think of back then."

You feel Daichi's eyes on you as he asks, "Why not?" You simply shrug your shoulders. Daichi chuckles and smiles at you "Why do you always spend New Year's inside nowadays? Remember when we used to go on my roof and watch the fireworks?" You smile softly "Yeah…that was fun…but, I think I just grew out of this childish holiday." "Childish?" Daichi scoffs playfully "What makes New Year's childish?" You turn to look out the window "Everyone gets together and celebrates the end of the year and the beginning of a new one, but…what if…I don't want it to end? What if…I want things to stay the same? But what if I want some things to be different?" Daichi's eyebrows furrow in confusion "Hey, just slow down, you're not making any sense-'' Upon seeing his confused expression you take a deep breath "I just…I get anxious with every 'milestone' because…well, I'm scared that I'm not living to my full potential, you know? Every start of a new year just reminds me that I failed for a whole year…"

Before you can continue Daichi puts his hand on yours. "You're not failing…why would you think that?" You scoff "I'm barely passing my classes, I have no friends, and the only family I have is a mom who would choose her new husband over me any day." Daichi looks in thought for a moment and then laughs. "So…what you're trying to say is that nobody likes you because you're such a failure?" You blush in embarrassment "Why are you laughing about it?" "Oh, I'm laughing at how WRONG you are." You let out a sharp laugh "Oh really? How would you know?" He laughs again and then smiles "Because I like you. I would pick you over anyone."

It feels like your heart is going to beat out of your chest. He likes you? Does he mean in a friendly way or something else? Before your thoughts even finish spiraling in your head you feel Daichi grab your hand. "Sorry, I know it's sudden but… I hate seeing you like this. You like me too, right…?" You suddenly snap out of your thoughts "Of course! I mean um…yeah…I like you too, Daichi."

Maybe this new year won’t be so bad after all…

a/n: yall im so late with this one 😵‍💫, anyway i had so much fun with this, i haven’t written haikyuu in a while :D

dividers by: @/plutism

[darkmoonkestrel]

daily kestrel 9:

today was the three year anniversary with my partners! my morning was nothing special, although I didn't get to make Peyton coffee this morning since as soon as I woke up, my tummy decided it was time to hit the bathroom. I recovered from that and got ready for my practicum day, with a bit of a debate over shoes to go with my gingham dress. the ones I ended up settling on tried to give me blisters but I got bandaids on my feet quick enough

I got to read the story book to one of the first grade classes today, so that was fun! after I got home I started working on my portfolio blog post to get it knocked out before the drag show tonight and I was able to get it finished up right around when Peyton got home

we had a bit of time for relaxing on the couch and watching a fail comp, and then Paige showed us the cookie cake she got for us today: it says "Happy 2 3rd anniversary" bc earlier this week she fucked up and said "it's about to be our second anniversary" and my response was "bitch can you count" and the same time Peyton said "try that again" and I love it, it's great

we got ready for the drag show and headed into Atlanta, we were some of the first ones there which is really nice bc you end up being the first ones to get food. the show, food, and drinks were amazing as always (this is only the second time we've been but I guarantee it's always amazing) and we played some bitchy bingo with the drag queens - we didn't win anything but the prizes were good, including vouchers for free drag brunch for two! it was totally worth it, although the brunch was slightly better imo. the show also started late bc a few tables got there late, they were all part of the same party for a bachelorette for a lesbian couple that's getting married tomorrow but they were fun so I wasn't too bitter about it. on the way out we made a comment to the host for tonight (who was our waitress when we went for my birthday a month and a half ago) about how Paige was walking out under her own power tonight and we could see the look of recognition dawn on her face when she realized that we were the ones who's girlfriend had a few too many bottomless mimosas at brunch, it was great

Peyton finished the Jenny and Gilan short story on the way to the drag show, and we started another one on the way home - I was fighting drowsing off most of the way home but I think I got most of it, we'll see if I missed anything big when we pick it back up next time. I agreed to be at work at 7am again tomorrow and it's almost 11:30 so it is time for bed, goodnight my friends!

[vampirevalentineblog]

October 25 2023

ok! hello! back to regular blogging. if you weren't aware i'm now hosting the old blog on tumblr so this should be easier for me to update than manually adding to the html and dealing with archiving past posts. best part is you can barely tell save for the photos are handled a bit odd now o_<;;

so i'd like to catch up on errrrr Feb to October LOL a whole year practically. lets see what i've been up to...

did wondercon in Anaheim, uh then KawaiiKon in Hawaii. spent some extra time there afterwards as well, I always enjoy snorkeling ^_^ you regularly see many turtles but i even saw a pufferfish! honolulu is nice and walkable if you've got sun protection! plus lots of other people also walk around with a parasol so nobody heckles you for it (like where I live :|||) their bus service is decent as well. i had a pretty greasy plate lunch the first day i was there so it had my stomach upset like, the whole time ;_; did an escape room with friends for the first time that was pretty fun! unfortunately kawaiikon's moved to being juried and apps are not even open yet ??? so no guarantees i'll be back next year :/

also did another Las Vegas con, it was meh. i don't care for the organizers of this one they steal art for their advertising, overcharge for tables, and then put us next to a loud ass stage. don't like that! i'd already done Omegamart the year before but i was staying in Freemont which i've never visited. i'll be back very soon and hopefully get to Nevada early enough in the day to visit Goodsprings bc you know I am a New Vegas girlie ehehe. also did an Anime Impulse back in Anaheim. I usually don't care for them for the same reasons as those other organizers but at least the crowd is better! this past january one they stuck us in a leaky barn ;_; for the table price its pretty ridiculous but i always come back despite it all because the attendees treat me well lmao

left off with pins last time, but since then got shirts made! there's two designs, my "fallen angel" girlie and my cherubim design.

you can see them off to the side there, this is my booth Colossalcon East in Pennsylvania this September. super fun! great con, lovely weeby people in PA! along the top you can also see some of my new big prints i made in like 3 weeks. just drawing drawing drawing -w-!! this con i also got to meet Grey DeLise/Griffin and she signed my Azula print for me hehe <3

my plane ride home got delayed for thunder which was stressful bc immediately after i had a flight to Japan! eek! this was my second time going this year. i had been in 2022 right when it reopened to tourists so it was a much different experience this time, wayy more tourists about. ended up arriving right at the peak of a heat wave i took it easy though just doing some figure shopping and enjoying the food. i love family restaurants there so much lmfao they're so good and cheap. also met up with a friend from all the way back in middle school who also happened to be in shibuya the same night ??? made her and her partner go to Denny's with us later on lol! also visited Odaiba and Hakone this time on my birthday! Hakone is where Evangelion's Tokyo-3 is meant to be based in so they've got their own EVA store. I got a Unit 02 strawberry drink thing, should have got the matcha-taro swirl Unit 01 soft serve icecream >:)

got back and did some house keeping up until i found out there's a halloween party! i made a very quick costume out of stuff i had lying around. only spent like 5$ for some plastic fake chains. here's my alice (sans chains ofc) i made that apron in like a day out of an old pillowcase -w-;;; i don't sew much!! maybe i would be good at it if i bought plenty of fabric and followed instructions but we'll never know because i only try it out to make something silly with no pattern using scraps all in 1 day and then i get fed up and start using hot glue and hem tape. as one does! its got a little bow in the back too but i had no interfacing so its just a piece of printer paper giving it shape. this is what halloween is about!!

please ignore the background i'm in the middle of painting my bathroom lol

up next i've got Sin City Anime in Las Vegas and Kumoricon in Portland. i like these two, completely different vibe and size but Sin City was cozy last year (they've since moved soo well see ??) and Kumori has some interesting people lmfao. i will see you guys at the swap meet +w+!! for sin city they asked if i'd be interested in an extra free booth for the 18+ lounge event and i was like ok sure why not and come to find i'm like one of 5 tables??? i don't know how it'll go over but whatever its something to do! i will have my tres leches cows and some new ones...here's a preview!

whole milk is soOoO popular i'm so happy lmfao he is for the girls and the gays <3 i've got to do some more boys....its what the people want. maaybe a whipped cream to go with whipping ? ^_^ <3!

alright that's all for now! ttyl!

[dogthorcesschet]

Who Do You Say I AM

A memoir…

by  Princess Joy Decano

Preface

They say people with schizophrenia have conversations with themselves and that’s what makes them insane.

But when I went to the church service that day, I knew the conversation I was having with myself is much bigger than what they’ve said about me and all those who were diagnosed as crazy….

​Who are you? A voice whispered in my head

​And a voice I recognized as myself said, “I am”

Chapter One

Where I Think It Began

​My 18th birthday was very special. Many would take it as their 16h birthday had to be big and grande, but I truly didn’t need a celebration that year of my life. Truthfully, I just wanted to be with my papa. My 16th birthday was not only shared with my grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary on the exact day of my birthday, but the very person I needed most to be there, wasn’t.

On that day, I put on an act for everyone. This jolly, I am happy, but don’t leave me attitude, because I knew once I’d have even the slightest amount of time alone, I would fall into a deep sad state, one that I soon learned was depression. While we’re talking about birthdays, can I mention that the very year I needed the love the most was forgotten by all except two? It was my thirteenth’s birthday. Don’t get me wrong, all years are important to be remembered, but this one weighs over all, because it is the year I entered my first teens.

The day went on as a normal summer day, I told no one, but I woke up expecting a surprise of some sort. I woke up in this great mood, feeling like I was going to have this attention from all of my loved ones. But as the day went by, without any special recognition, I began to realize that no one had remembered my birthday. So with my disappointment, I hoped that it would just be ignored.

Quite frankly, that might have taken an effect into how I view my birthday to this day. Call it PTSD, but every year after that day, I despise having the attention and hope everyone would just act normal on my birthday. I become super insecure, shy, and even scared to make another year.

So on my 18th birthday, I didn’t have one of those huge parties with my family and friends or anything, but I had a very small get together celebration with my family. And I didn’t care to have one, because I was glad enough to be surrounded by the people who loved me, and vice versa. But what made it so much more spectacular was that I was finally with my mom, pops, and brother all together in the same country, same zip code, and same location. And here’s a plus, I celebrated it with my grandmother, Mommy Tonning and my extended family from my papa’s side.. I haven’t seen them in the same amount of time I haven’t seen my papa.. Which was 9 years long. Or probably even longer.

​We spent my birthday having a picnic by the Golden Ears lake in BC Canada. It was such an amazing panoramic view. The sky was blue and the clouds were shaped like cotton candy. There were pine trees everywhere, blueish green water, and green rock mountains.

As I took off my shirt to go swimming with my cousins, my little cousin, Papot, noticed my belly button ring right away and said “WOOOW” as she pointed at my ring. My whole family saw it then. And I remembered my papa’s favor when I was 11 years old..

“You can have your 2nd piercing in your ears, but don’t ever pierce your belly button.”  my Papa said.

And my cheeks flushed like a stove top as I remembered that moment, but I acted as if it were normal to have one. I looked at my dad but he avoided eye contact and looked at his food as he poked his fork on his food.

After we swam around for a bit and sat down to eat, Mommy Tonning said with a chuckle “Don’t get a nose ring or I won’t welcome you in our house ever again,” but I sensed she wasn’t kidding.

​Later that night my aunts, Mama Yet and Mama Jojo, and I got into talking; about my life, who I’m dating, what extracurricular activities I’m doing… and then we talked about Jesus.. Do I believe in him? Do I pray? Am I “saved?” that kind of stuff. I told them, “I believe there is a God. But I believe more on the people, how we communicate with one another.. And how we treat others and the things around us.. You know like ‘An it harm none’... Harm no one, harm no thing”

“As long as you believe in God. If you really want to get to know him, talk to him when you’re all alone in the quiet. You can even go in the bathroom after you’re done with your business and look in the mirror and say to yourself, or even whisper: Lord, I want to know you. Please speak to me, Amen.” Mama Yet said casually.

​That night, after I showered and wiped the fog from the mirror, I stared into my eyes -as if I can see my soul through the mirror’s reflection- And spoke to it like it was a joke that I took seriously.

​Though, there were no sparks, nor any revelations or anything magical. So I stopped talking to the mirror and got dressed. Told no one about it, and just carried on.

​The very next day we watched videos of my grampa’s birthday mixed with the Christmas Day celebrations we had. And as I watched and realized how much I missed my grampa, how I barely knew him and yet I felt such closure with him, I began feeling that frog on my throat. But with my pride, I excused myself from the scene and headed to the kitchen to draw my tears out and drain it down my throat with cold hearted water.

He was a great man I thought, anyone and everyone he’s encountered can tell it. And as I prepared to head back, his memory became so vivid to me. How I took it for granted, how I didn’t treasure it enough when he was here.

When he was sick and dying, I had not thought of visiting him or seeing him. Telling him how much I loved him, if I even felt any sort of fun kind of loving for him.

I’ve written him a farewell letter and burnt it for beliefs purposes when I was in junior high school, but seeing him again in these videos felt like there was more I could have done. More to thank him for. More to love him for. More to share about him to others.

So here goes to my dearly loved, admired, and missed grampa, Daddy Johnny.

Thank you Daddy. You raised my papa to be a good man, and as to his siblings, my aunts and uncles. You’ve raised them to be great people. To share their wisdom and stories. To show humility, and be truthful towards others. And because you’ve taught them well, they’ve taught me well. Even if you were just a glimpse to me, your memory will always be in my heart till the day I see you again.

I will always remember how you let me pet your chickens and little chicks. How you always knew to give my mom this very specific plant everytime we come up in the mountains for you. And though those are all the moments I can remember having with you, the stories my papa and my aunts have told me about you will live on in my heart.

After watching the videos and sharing laughs and stories and reflections with each other, we called it a night and headed to bed.

I nearly drowned that night. My face was stuffed with tears and tissues.

A few days later, my mom and brother had to leave back to New York, my mom had work and my brother had an exam to take.

I was left with my papa and everyone else.

We shared more cups of coffee, more stories, more recipes, and more laughs and moments we could not ever get back.

Then it was time.

My other aunt, her family and I began to pack up to leave for the next stop of my adventure, San Fran, Cali.

But that night before, came a hard slap on my face.

Chapter Two

Retaliation

The night before my aunt, her family and I headed to California, I was going through pictures and documents to transfer into a memory card for my papa.

​After finishing it up so quickly, my inner nosey kitty kicked in and decided to play with my papa’s documents and such.

​Curious of what his life was like, curious of what he’s been up to all these years I’ve not seen him. I looked at his folders.

​“One Fun Night” it was named. Interesting.

​The pictures were all PG 13. Well, actually since the disney movie called “Up” is now considered rated PG, then these pictures are also probably considered PG.

​There weren’t much showed. Just a bunch of drunk guys drinking and laughing. But there was this young lady with another lady friend, that looked like they were passed around for a picture or whatever the fuck they might have done with them.

​As you can fuckign tell, I wasn’t pleased by this.

​So I thought of one thing.

​​​Retaliation.

​My views, my perspectives, my whole life seemed like complete bullshit lies.

My idea of him was so high off the perfect radar and for years I defended him and now I know they were all just deceptive ideas.

Retaliate. I thought again.

Finally it was time to leave that very next day, and we first dropped him off to his job interview.

I was expected to say our farewells. But I was furi-fucking-tated. So I gave him the slightest, cold hearted hug with a face no one would have ever been able to read, because it was a face I’ve never used towards those I loved before.

He said some meaning full, shit of crap i paid no mind to, and kissed my forehead as I said nothing but “uh huhs”.

I told no one about it for months.

And as I went on about with my aunt and my explorations in California, I thought nothing but this word.

​​Retaliate.

And when I got back home to New York, I thought of one word.

​Retaliate.

And as I smoked weed with my friends, I thought of one word.

​​Retaliate.

When I started neglecting my good friends and my grades, I thought of one word.

​​Retaliate.

When I had sex with different partners at different times, I thought of one word.

​​Retaliate.

When I became friends with a grower and sold baked brownies in school, I thought of one word.

Retaliate.

When he asked me to move to Canada with him for college, I said no and thought of one word.

​​Retaliate.

When I got kicked out of the school’s Volleyball team. I thought of one word.

​​FUCK!

Chapter Three

Nothing Is Ever As It Seems

For years I constructed my life to revolve around education and scoring good friends. A good reputation to mask the troubles I had with myself and those who got and were getting in the way of my freedom.

I was strong-willed. Even with all the crap and pressure I got from my family and unnecessary stress from my boyfriend at the time, I managed to make corny jokes in school and with my girls in the volleyball team. I always believed there’s something for me to get out of all of this. I stared at the empty wall of my uncle’s living room everyday and ignored all the mess everyone’s left on the couch and wished for something greater. I imagined my future as a bright happy lifetime with a man who’d come with me everywhere I want to travel to and never want to hinder me from doing what it is I wanted, and together we become a success story everyday.

When I got back to NY, I abandoned that dream and replaced it with rebellion and carelessness.

Man, oh man, how I spent the rest of my days after my trip in the West coast was just a pure avalanche in the mountain I constructed to be perfect.

​Here’s how I spent most of my days:

First period: Science. Wake n bake in the shower.

2nd period: Math. it’s all about planning and timing. leave for school, walk pass the station, smoke a cigarette joint like a boss and greet the cop good morning with a smile. Enter the deli and get a bagel and cream cheese and a small coffee, milk and sugar please.

3rd period: Free period. volunteer at the front desk, file documents

4th period: Leadership class. paint draw or whatever, i don’t remember. Usually: Phone rings, “meet me by the auditorium”, “how much you need?”

Bell rings: walk by the women’s bathroom near the auditorium. Greet with a kiss. Hand over the peanut.

5th period: Computer Science.Sleep, drown in music

6th period: Lunch. leave to go to the park. Roll the blunt. Smoke it. Set alarm for next period. Fuck around.

7th period: Theater. No wonder some actors perform intoxicated, it makes it feel real. Easy.

8th period: English Drama class. A bore, but why not, this gets me involved in field trips.

9th period: no class. back at the park. Business hour, be sober, sell some more.

10th: no class. eye drops, lotion, perfume, gum. back at Coach Hanif’s for regroup

After school: Volleyball practice. Play time, my sanctuary -the only reason why I even bother coming to school and some of these classes.

6pm: friend’s place for homeworks and projects After practice, another joint. Another game of cards. Another mess around.

8pm: Mother calls. “On my way home from practice.”

8:30pm: Get home, first stop is the fridge. Menu: omelet with last night’s chicken adobo and some veggies.

I did everything with all the wrong intentions and used my goody two shoes image as my advantage. Instead of coming home late from attending school events and extra curricular activities I’d normally do with my good friends, I left and skipped classes to find that ganja and waste my time laughing at no matters and fuck around with people I once thought were dumb asses.

​But turns out I was wrong about most things I thought to be true. So when I didn’t find the clarity, I blamed no man but God. He was the source of everything, so it was much easier to blame the guy who’s in charge.

But that was probably why this had to happen. I got to understand each and one of them. Them who also thought of the word, Retaliate.

I realized how broken they were, and how desperately they needed something to keep them together.

I needed to understand them so I can have the chance to understand myself.

They were like me. Some were like me. Some just didn’t have anything better to do. But maybe because they weren’t encouraged enough, or believed in themselves enough.

​Again, maybe they were like me.

​But anyhow, I felt like I knew them. That all that everyone’s said about them were all also deceptions.

Because they were pretty much rejected.

​I’ve always been told that people have their stories to tell and to be kind to others. And I fully understood that when I met this dude in my art class sophomore year at the very park I wasted myself in.

​He was like me. Except he’s been rejected way earlier than I was. I then realized how wrong I was to ever reject him because everyone I looked up to did.

​He was someone in the class no one even noticed there or wasn’t at all there.

​And that one day he decides to come to class and sit in the back as he usually would, but this time laughing his high ass off of just staring at some art, and was suddenly noticed and grilled at for acting out and being a wreck.

​So when I saw him there in the park, and acknowledged me as if I was no alien in that community, it struck me how incredibly ignorant I was.

​How incredibly ignorant and clueless those mentors were.

​How greatly misjudged so many people were with what seemed to be in the surface.

​And that’s how my perceptions of everyone I thought to be my heroes and heroines have changed. And boy did I realize how I’ve been swimming out in the shallow shore I thought and perceived to be the ocean.

​So there I began to renew my thoughts and try to find light in the dark shadows that were casted by those standing right at the lights, creating the shadow these men and women stand on because those up front leave no space to share light with them.

​I then started delving into religion and what was being taught in each and one of them. Trying to get into the roots of where it all came from. Connecting the dots.. Only to lead me back into a place I’ve already been before, this time seeing it with a different perspective.

Chapter Four

Exploring The World To Find Truth.

I explored astrology in the midterms of my Junior year before my aunts and I even talked slightly about Jesus. I made a very well thought decision before considering this conversion by the way, just to be clear.

I found out that before Catholicism was invented by men, there were these sacrifices and procedures men did to please God. These procedures that some religions like Catholicism, ‘till this day, practice and continue to pass down into generations.

​I had this perception that if I just go down into the roots of all these religions and get down to the real business with God, who was in the beginning before all were created, I would be practicing what he wants us to practice in the first place.

​And Wiccanism, I thought, is the closest religion there was to worshiping God and getting on His good side. So maybe He can turn my life around.

​So there I was, with a witch that a good friend introduced me to, sitting on an apartment building’s basement staircase, opening my chakras and transferring energies so that I can access a part of my brain that can make me level up with  and be like God.

​I spent some nights laying on top of our wooden picnic table in our backyard, smoking dope on my tiny elephant bong I called Skippy. There I praised the beauty of the stars and the moon, and the trees that were getting in the way of my sight of the higher beings. Even the wind that passed through.

​And for a moment, I even thought they were all talking right back to me. Whispering me secrets and ideas in the white noise people bury in the back of their minds and carry on with their lives.

​Boy, did I get that all miscalculated. Though, I now understand why that had to happen then. Little did I know that going down deep on that rabbit hole to find the true meanings of what God wanted for me would only lead me to drift away from Him.

Chapter Five

Mentor, Not Guardian

It was all good, I lived on the edge as they may say. And yeah, I felt judgments right before any eyes have even laid eyes into these left out details in my life. I knew I wasn’t going to be proud remembering this about me. I did it anyway, and I didn't mind leaving this vessel broken and defeated. I just wanted everything to go light years away from me and be free at last.

​To be completely frank, the only thing that kept me together was playing volleyball with my girls. I didn’t do it for the resume, neither did I do it for scholarships or popularity. I did it because being with my girls and seeing how we treated each other as sisters made me feel like I’m really not alone in this journey.

​I felt belonged. Maybe it was because I didn’t have to use my words to express my weaknesses and strengths, I just had to use the ball to express it and beat my muscles to know I’m capable of feeling. Most of all, concentrating on keeping the ball in the air and mastering the science of putting it where I want it to kept my mind off any other issues. Not that I didn’t like expressing my thoughts on paper, it just leads me to ponder and analyze - which I can do at home to cry and day dream. That was why I avoided home at all costs.  

​But when my coach, the mentor whom I thought would get it over most, kicked me out of the team rather than suspending me. My world finally collapsed. And said he did it for the sake of the reputation of the team.

​At the time, and even years later, I blamed myself. I knew it was me who was at fault and did it consciously. The part I never understood was, how could he have missed my changed moods and actions.​

​So there I was, in his shared office, discussing the action I didn’t make.

“You lied to me” he said.

Lied about what? I thought but stayed silent.

“You know what that means right?” he asked then.

I truly didn’t know, I just knew I was in deep shit. The problem was, I wasn’t even smoking a darn thing, I just didn’t rat out to him that one of my team mates smoked and I just got caught being with her by two other guys who helped out during our season.

I left that room with river tears and a heavy load on my chest. I was off the team.

That day, I cried and sobbed as if I had just gone to my own funeral. So before I could even finish half of my day in school, I thought I’d just leave and find something else to smoke instead. It was all pointless anyways.

My world fell apart before the day could have even started.

I was FUCKED.

And I did it all by myself to myself, because of that one word I thought of. Retaliation.

Chapter Six

Lost Control, Lost Myself, Lost It All

What.

Is.

Happening.

To.

Me….

I just woke up, but am I really awake?

I’m buggin’.

This is a dream.

I’m dreaming…

Wait.. No. This is real, I just woke up..

I’m so confused.

I’m going back to bed.

“Inchet, GET UP! YOU HAVE SCHOOL!” mother yelled.

Ugh, shit. Let me get dressed.

I really don’t feel good. Why does it feel like I’m in a dream. But is reality even real?

Am I real?

………

At this point, I knew I was in school. But I don’t exactly remember what happened and how I ended up in the nurse’s office. I was obliterated.

“Hello? Sweetie? Talk to me child. How many fingers am I holding up?”

No physical reply

“What should we do? Should we call the ambulance?” the nurse said calmly to my guidance councelor

“Princess?” My guidance counselor asked.

She put her hand on my left shoulder and asked again as i looked up to her “Princess, do you wanna go to the hospital?” “You have to talk to me sweet heart”

Still no physical reply.

Don’t tell them anything

Wake up

Go left

Turn right

Wake up

Whispers in my head. I’m struggling to listen to what they’re trying to tell me, but it’s hard to listen to what they’re saying in my head and to what they’re saying in their physical form..

“Hanif?” I finally whispered aloud.

“Hanif?”

“Someone call hanif here”

Soon it was only me and Hanif in the room. And all I can remember is his worried eyes and he was saying something, but all I could hear was his voice in my head talking subliminally about me with Kumari and Xue’s voices.

Then my mother came running at the door and all the adults were in the room. I don’t remember much, but the paramedics came in and flashed my eyes with flashlights and they were saying something to me and to each other, but I didn’t know how to respond.. As if I was being carefully watched by someone from above, that my words can be used against me if I ever say a word to anyone. My fear of speaking up was because those watching me in my head were so strong, I lost in touch with those who were actually in the same world I lived in.

I remember sobbing like a neglected baby in the ambulance on our way to the hospital. Then laying on a bed in the ER, looking around and thinking I’m in between heaven and earth and that God’s making a choice whether I stay on Earth, or go to heaven…. And probably… more likely to hell - considering all the things I’ve done against his will..

Chapter Seven

What’s Underneath The Surface

Three weeks at the psych board, I made some really good friends. More rejected individuals if you ask me. Half the time I didn’t really think any of them were crazy, until one of them stopped taking their medications and started knocking on windows like there was a secret code he’s using to open them up.

But there was a man, said he was bipolar and his mother took him up there to deal with his issues.

I thought it was offensive, after my time with getting to know him.

​He would write out these bible verses and send them over to me to read. And may I say, the man had really good insights, and not to mention how gentle his heart was.

​They diagnosed me with schizophrenia. It’s when you hear voices and see things that are not actually there and that no one else hears or sees but you do.

​I stopped feeling weird and started gaining back control over my thoughts and life, so they let me go after three weeks. During that time, I spent most of it in my room writing and drawing things. I didn’t even get to think about what’s happening in school and how much I was missing, since I was practically rejected by all my extra curricular activities and even worse, I rejected my friends before they rejected me. So I had really nothing to look forward to going back to.

​I did have a lot of family visits though. My mom came everyday to check up on me. My uncle visited me once and said something like “You were the one that needed help and we didn’t even know..” Now that I think of it, it hurts a little to know that they cared, they just didn’t know how much to care.

​In fact, after that time being there, the ones whom I thought were close to me, weren’t even close to me at all, like my friends and my teachers. I thought they were the ones who knew me better than others. Instead, they knew me just as much as my family knew me. Which was just the surface of how much I’m actually feeling inside. My papa, the one I held a grudge on, couldn’t even get a hold of me. My cousins all wrote me a card, and my aunts and uncles did too. They were touching, but I honestly didn’t like the attention..

​I wasn’t used to all the attention, and it really made me sick in the stomach.

​When I came back out, everyone was talking about me. How I gained bumps in places I didn’t used to have. I overheard someone say “she got bigger all over in a short time,” when I passed by. I just kept moving, though it hurt just a pinch.

​The worst part was when my cousin told me that her workmate, a friend of mine from middle school, somehow found out I was hospitalized. As it turned out, she was a mutual friend of my friend in high school. That really angered me. I confronted my friend and soon lost him.

I regret that now. He just cared about me and wanted to find out details from Michelle since she knew my cousin. I didn’t know what the right reaction was, but that sure came from anger and it was wrong.

Chapter Eight

Jesus Loves You Retreat, Retreat

​A few months had gone by and summer came. I graduated with no

awards, no recognitions, no medals, no pins. I ended up as a nobody, nothing to show for, nothing to be remembered by but that girl who got hospitalized, or God knows what else they said about me.

I was even barely in the year book. I was considered “Fashionable” in there, but the picture they chose to put up of me was when I was wearing something super basic.

Pfft. That’s what fashionable is, they could have just taken something from my facebook that was more fashionable.

Then again, I made them my enemies before they became my enemies. It was a fault of my own design.

​So when summer came, I hung out with just my family. My aunt who was always supportive of me invited me to a Retreat. It was about a week long with no cellphones and we talked a lot about Jesus.

​The weirdest part was that I actually felt Him there. It wasn’t like I was seeing Him or that I saw a ghost or heard voices of people that no one else heard.

​The first night was frightful. I was alone, and when they said “lights out” it meant ALL LIGHTS OUT. I had no phone to distract me, or pens or pencils to write on. So I was alone with my thoughts. So I prayed.

​If God is for me, nothing can come against me.

That was a prayer that stuck to me from childhood. If I could remember, I think I may have fallen asleep praying, or let’s just say, chatting with God.

​Now to think of it, I think they really did all of that with the purpose to get closer to Jesus, because when we fear we have no one else to turn to but Him.

​Fast forward to the night before the end of the Retreat, learning songs to sing about Jesus, learning about the things he’s done, it was time to submit to him. They said, ask for three gifts and one by one, enter this room and kneel to pray for them. I asked for the gift of tongues, vision, and understanding. Then when I came out, two leaders, one of whom was my cousin, Rebecca, prayed over me. And boy, let me tell you. When my cousin placed her hand over my head, I felt this warm, wet, tingling sensation spilling slowly over my head. I somehow knew that was the Holy Spirit. I shed tears.

It was neither a sad nor a happy feeling, but it meant something I can’t describe, but it was liberating. As if I just let go of something and felt relief, or had gotten an award for some work I’d beaten myself up for.

​That’s when I understood that God had to take me into the middle of everything, from my success, from my despairs, from things I mindfully and intentionally did out of spite, and He pulled me out of this darkness I thought was light to help me understand this was the best way He could ever explain to me how much He wants to show me and understand understand that Jesus, came down from heaven to earth so that he can share the truth that was free to us from all our hurt and sufferings.

That Jesus already sacrificed Himself so that there would no longer be any more sacrifices to be done in accordance to the moon or stars or other natural things, because Jesus Himself has done the most super natural thing. Which is through His miraculous events, even ever since His unnatural and supernatural birth up till His crucial death and reappearing alive in flesh within three days time.

Chapter Nine

God With Princess Joy Decano

They say people with schizophrenia have conversations with themselves and that’s what makes them insane.

But when I went to a church service one day after years of being “saved”, I knew the conversation I was having with myself is much bigger than what they’ve said about me and all those who were diagnosed as crazy….

​Who are you? A voice whispered in my head

​And a voice I recognized as myself said, “I am”

I am? I am who? I am what? What did that even mean I thought. And over time I pondered over the statement and let it sink. Though the sinking didn't get me anywhere.

So I kept reading the bible, every night, every spare time, and took notes of what I’ve read and what was being taught in church.

And often, I would converse and learn even more with my aunt, Mama Jo, and I think having her invite and send me to the Retreat made us closer to each other and to the Holy Trinity (God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit).

Even before the retreat, and even before I spent my birthday in Canada and met with my papa, she had always told me stories about God and Jesus and all the miracles, and the saints, I mean all of it. Back then she called them “lectures” to me they were bedtime stories. And now, they’ve turned into conversations and discussions.

We talked about life and where God has taken me, and I finally mentioned to her the statement I’ve gotten from that one church service I went to in the city, at Times Square Church.

“I heard a voice, but it was more like a thought and it didn’t sound like someone else’s, it was more like mine” I said to her.

“That’s your conscience. That’s God’s voice,” Mama Jo Responded. “So why did I just hear I am? I am what? He didn’t finish the sentence. I even had to ground myself and say I am Princess Joy just to feel normal and sane,” I said to her.

“I just got goosebumps”

“I am, in Hebrew means Yahweh. When we introduce ourselves to others I am Jocelyn, we’re saying God with Jocelyn,” she sincerely said.

I felt that warm sensation again. The Holy Spirit was connecting us to Jesus, to our God.

Long live our king.

Citations:

God explained the meaning of Yahweh by placing it in parallel with the similar-sounding Hebrew term “I am”

Durgin, C. (n.d.). 'I am who I am'? the meaning of god's name in exodus: Biblical mind. The Center for Hebraic Thought. Retrieved 2023, from https://hebraicthought.org/meaning-of-gods-name-i-am-exodus/

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can you please right a blurb about harry being in dom space and him and y/n are at a party with his friends and he’s just babying her and loving on her. making sure she eats and stays hydrated. and she gets flustered bc their friends are around but they’re so used to it that it doesn’t bother them. tysm!

a/n: i hope you like it

You couldn’t help shifting in your seat at the restaurant. Harry got today off because he made sure he was able to celebrate his friend's 30th birthday and let's just say all day long Harry has been extra mean to you.

Couple of days ago you broke one of Harry’s rules and that’s not touching yourself without Harry being there. You were spending the day at Harry’s place while he was at work, and you thought you had enough time to play with yourself and calm down before he even got home.

To your surprise Harry got off work early when he heard you panting his name out and cuming soon afterward. Before you could even relax after the mind blowing orgasm Harry walked in staring at you.

You thought you were going to get your ass handed to you, but all he did was ask you “was it good?” You were still discombobulated and all you could do was nod stupidly. All he said was “good” and he walked away.

You thought that night he would do something about it, but he didn’t. He let his own thoughts swim in his head for four days to come up with what he was going to do.

This morning you woke up by Harry teasing you gently, but that all changed within seconds. For 2 hours he smacked you, spat on your face, called you a needy filthy whore and last but not least he wrecked your inside. You came at least six times and now your body is slowly coming to terms that you’re not well.

“I need you to eat.” Harry whispered to you so only you could hear him. You turn your face to look at him with your pleading eyes because all you want to do is apologize to him and cry, but you can’t.

Harry holds your face stroking his thumb on your cheeks. “Don’t give me that darling, I need you to act like a good girl for once and eat.”

You shake your head letting out a soft whimper. “M- my butt hurts really bad daddy. I don’t think I can eat. I’m so sorry.” A few tears slip and you could see in Harry’s eyes that he’s slowly slipping out of his dom headspace seeing you in pain, but he isn’t completely gone.

“C’mon on baby, sit on my lap and I'll feed you.” You turn your head to see Harry’s friends already looking at you and you shake your head.

“We can’t. I will be good.” Harry tisk at you and he asked you again but this time more forcefully.

“Hey, don't be nervous baby. We’re already used to this. So, get on Harry’s lap and let him feed you before he rips all of us a new one.” Jesse said trying to hold back his smile.

You nod your head and get on Harry’s lap already feeling so much better. Harry brings your plate closer to him and he picks up the fork and knife to cut the steak you ordered. He brings the small piece of steak to your mouth and you open your mouth slowly.

Harry puts the fork in your mouth and you take the steak in your mouth slowly chewing on it.

“That’s my pretty girl. After you’re done eating your food, we’ll go home and I’ll cuddle you to sleep.” Harry said while picking up another steak.

“Promise?”

“I promise baby.”

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15 with damia fluffy please.

Happy Birthday, Damiano!

15: “Maybe if you weren’t so drunk.” Warnings: Drinking, fluff. Probably bad writing bc I still have writers block sorry.

It was Damiano’s 23rd birthday, and you anxiously hoped the day would go how you’d planned it. You let him sleep through the morning, finally having him back home from tour and free from any obligations, so you decided to let him get some much-needed rest.

You stayed cuddled up by his side for hours that morning, dosing off slightly in his arms and just taking in his peaceful presence while he slept next to you. Getting up quickly and quietly to go make him coffee and breakfast before he could wake up.

Returning to the bedroom with a fresh cup of coffee in one hand and a plate with a pile of pancakes in the other. Birthday pancakes were a tradition with the two of you. Putting the plate and mug down on the bedside table before sitting in the bed next to him and placing soft kisses on his face.

“Wake up birthday boy!” You whispered playfully as you peppered kisses across his cheeks.

You kept him distracted throughout the afternoon, taking him out for lunch and spoiling him with shopping, while back at home friends were sneaking in and setting up for the party you had planned for that night.

“Should we head back home soon?” He asked, “Don’t we have dinner at 6?”

“Not yet!” You told him, knowing you still needed to keep him out a bit longer but your white lie of having dinner reservations threatened to ruin it. “I just want to get you one more thing!”

“You have spoiled me enough to last for my next 5 birthdays.” He laughed.

“And I want to spoil you some more.” You smiled at him. Taking his hand and entering the store.

You walked up to your front door with your hands full of shopping bags, using this as a way to make sure he was the one to open the door and walk in first. Upon doing so your friends called out ‘happy birthday’ as he did. Balloons were scattered around some stuck up on the walls, others simply on the floor. Streamers hung up, even a sign up reading happy birthday, all the typical party decorations.

Food was shared, along with the supply of drinks. Music played in the background as everyone talked and ate while celebrating Damiano. As the night went on everyone started to let loose once the alcohol entered their systems, causing a chaos of singing and dancing around the living.

You sat back and watched your boyfriend interact with his friends. Laughing as he watched Thomas moved to the beat of the music, well out of beat that was, you couldn’t understand how someone could be so out of time dancing around as he does. Victoria filmed everyone and everything and uploaded it to her Instagram story, you were sure all the short videos would be a blur of drunken bodies and music so loud it would make them inaudible anyway.

The night was slowly coming to an end, one by one friends started leaving, saying their goodbyes and final birthday wishes as they did. You watched Damiano as he said goodbye to Thomas, holding his beer in one hand, and his other holding the door for support in his now quite tipsy stature. He shut the door after another ‘goodbye’ and made his way back over to join you on the sofa.

“Have a good night, birthday boy?” You asked with a smile, taking the last sip of the rich red wine in your glass.

“Amazing!” He gleamed drunkenly. “You didn’t have to do all this you know.”

“I wanted to, I wanted to spend the day celebrating you.” You told him.

“I would have never guessed there was a surprise party waiting for me today.” He laughed.

“Yeah well, it was surprisingly easy to plan a party for Mr. ‘I hate parties’ believe it or not, and you seemed to have enjoyed it so maybe it's time to change that tattoo.” You laughed.

“Still hate parties, but love the ones you throw.” He said cheekily as he stood back up, his body swaying slightly with each drunken step. He changed the song that was still playing and walked back into your direction, the slower softer tune beginning to fill the room.

He stopped in front of you and held his hand out in front of you. Raising a brow you looked at him for a second before taking his hand and standing up.

“I didn’t get a chance to dance with you tonight.” He said

“That’s fine, you were busy with everyone else.” You told him.

“Well, I’m making up for it.” He grabbed you gently and pulled you closer to him, resting his arms on your waist, as yours made their way up to the back of his neck as the two of you slowly started swaying along to the music.

“I love you.” He spoke softly. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his as you looked deeply into the pools of chocolate brown. “Thank you for tonight, for the whole day!”

“You’re very welcome.” You smiled and lent up to kiss him. His right hand moved up and over your body before resting gently on your cheek as the kiss broke. His thumb smoothing back and forth over your skin, his eyes getting lost in yours as he opened his mouth to speak.

“You’re too good for me.” He whispered. You left out a small laugh.

“That’s not true at all.” You said with a shake of your head.

“You are.” He protested. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.” He lent down and connected his lips to yours again. “What would you do if I said we should get married.” Your brows raised in slight shock at his question.

“Is this a proposal?” You asked, not taking him too seriously in his drunken state, but still curious as to where this was going.

“I dunno, maybe. It could be, yeah- what do you say?”

“Maybe if you weren’t so drunk.” You laughed.

“I’m serious.” He said with a slight whine.

“Ask me tomorrow when you’re sober, birthday boy.” You said kissing him once more.

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pairing: ot12 & fem!american!reader

prompt: n/a [priv bday party list]

word count: 2.7k~

warnings: food mention bc tiny party. also surprise party too tbh. reader has a bad relationship w her family. scared hyunsuk over horror movie for a brief moment.

daisy’s notes: sorry for the american reader </3 this is admittedly self indulgent comfort part 2 since i’ll probs just see family again this year lmao

“Your birthday is coming up? Are you going to do anything?”

You picked the wrong person to say it to. Jaehyuk had been sitting next to you in your home, textbooks open and assignments mostly finished in front of you. Despite the fact that he always seemed busy, you had plucked up the courage to ask him to work with you for assignments--and he seemed to happily accept, remarking something about how he noticed your work ethic and felt comfortable working alongside you. He’d noticed the date on your calendar, lovingly circled by one of your housemates when you accidentally let it slip that your birthday was soon. All of them were busy (fortunately for you: one of them loved parties and you knew that you wouldn’t have gotten away with nothing had she not had both school and work taking up all her time that day), and you were fully prepared to spend another birthday on your own.

You shook your head, continuing to type away. “Nope. Never have, probably never will.”

He frowned at you, leaning forward just enough to try and get a better look at your face. “Don’t... Don’t Americans usually have big parties?”

“Never did,” you rattled off, not ceasing. The tip-taps of your keyboard came in a steady rhythm at this point, thankful that you could speak your first language for this assignment in particular. “School ended in early May for me, so everyone was gone.”

In your school-focused haze, you didn’t notice the way his gaze had gone completely soft while looking at you. “And your family...?”

“Not important,” you said. Jaehyuk knew your relationship with them wasn’t perfect, but it still hurt to hear that things always sounded worse than he thought. He didn’t like to dwell on it, actually. “Does it matter? Yoshinori had a birthday a few days ago. Did you guys do anything for him?”

They did, since Yoshi was their friend, and Jaehyuk reluctantly rattled off his answer. “But what about you?”

“You’re busy. All of your friends are busy.” He wanted to correct you with an ‘our’  since he introduced you to them a while back and pretty much all of them accepted you since you looked after everyone you shared classes with (and, at times, the ones you didn’t since you still knew them). “All my housemates are busy,” you said a beat later, “I’ll probably just get takeout and watch a movie if I’m not busy.”

If you hadn’t been staring at your screen, you would have noticed that he had reached for his phone, already texting the others if they were down for a movie night with you to celebrate your birthday this upcoming weekend. Despite the initial texts not knowing that your birthday was soon, there were a few concerns regarding their free time. He quickly said something about how they absolutely didn’t have to decorate or anything special: just you, some takeout, and maybe a cake for all of them if they could all pitch in for one. Just to give you some company since you never had it before.

That had been what changed all opinions to a resounding yes after Jaehyuk promised to give more details later with a promise that no one told you that he had spilled them. They were fairly busy, sure, but surely they’d have at least half a day to themselves this weekend. They’d spend part of it working on their own things (Jaehyuk knew that everyone would be trying to get through their homework as best as fast as they could just to keep up with class), and eventually invite you over for a movie night. It’d be a little surprise, and Jaehyuk had offered up his own room just to keep you from traveling back home late at night.

Maybe some of it had been born from sympathy for you, a foreigner mostly on your own now. While none of the others were as aware of your situation as Jaehyuk had been, they knew it had to be rough to be mostly alone in a foreign country--some more than others. One night together would be fine. They could make it work. It’d mean they’d have to give up free time to pursue hobbies, sure, but they could afford that if it’d give you a good birthday this year.

So they decided to leave it as a surprise. From nights studying hard together, Jihoon was the one who knew your go-to takeout order. You’d always order the same thing, and he’d sometimes tease you about being so predictable before insisting he’d pay since you were kind enough to help him in areas he was struggling. Only half the time you’d actually listen, but he’d try at the very least. The others vaguely knew of your favorite movies enough to find copies or find them on streaming services. In-between the homework and their other duties, they found time to get you a store-bought cake.

There was slight discomfort in feeling you deserved more. That you deserved a real party, with decorations and more food and music--but there was reassurance in knowing you. In knowing that you’d understand to begin with, but also in knowing you as someone more lowkey. Someone who would prefer just a quiet night, even if it was with twelve occasionally rowdy guys, where you could have takeout and watch your favorite movies alongside them. Asahi knew that you’d point out your favorite moments when you could, because he’d seen the way your eyes sparkled from the other end of the couch on a movie night Jaehyuk had arranged for you all during a rare relaxed day. It hadn’t been your favorite movie that day, but it’d been one of the ones he knew you enjoyed because of every little moment of pointing out details that came with rewatch after rewatch. He listened from their dining table as Yoshi came in with the comfiest blankets he could find, a quiet caring shining through as he straightened up. Or the way that Haruto had texted the group chat earlier, asking if it’d be fine to run and get your favorite drinks in another subtle gesture of caring.

There was an unspoken agreement to make tonight as cozy as they could for you. If you couldn’t celebrate your birthday with anyone the day-of, then you deserved to at least feel like it was celebrated somehow. If that was a movie night with some good friends, then so be it. All of them did harbor some affection for you (it was sweet to see that you started looking after the younger part of their circle, like Jeongwoo and Junghwan, with the occasional text to take care of themselves and that you were always happy to help if they needed someone), and it hadn’t been much of a surprise that Jaehyuk brought up your birthday when you had little good experience with birthdays. Pretty much everyone there could recount being kids and celebrating their birthdays with friends and family while growing up--it felt... wrong to go on knowing that you didn’t have the same experience without doing anything when everything fell into place like it did.

Jihoon had been the one to text you, asking if you had finished work for one of the classes the two of you had in common. While he was in the online portion, he had met you through coincidence: he’d gone to the library to find something, and you had gently asked if he could reach a book for you since he’d been standing right where you needed to be. He recognized it as one of the ones he’d been looking for, and the two of you had realized you were in the same class but in different sections. So he brought it up as casually as he could, and asked if he could see your lecture notes too late in the evening. He made up something about how you could just bring a change of clothes and stay with them for the night, that if you didn’t want him to give up his room, that someone else would since (in his words) everyone liked you.

You had batted off the idea a bit, saying that “not everyone there liked you” and he just told you to come over because he had your favorite takeout already ordered and on the way. Bribing you with food always seemed to work, and this had been no exception as you texted him back that he played dirty and that you’d meet him outside with your dumb bag packed.

By the time you’d arrived, everyone had gathered for a cozy night in, already changed into pajamas with blankets slightly strewn around and plushies left lying about. Jihoon guided you up, thanking you a thousand times for coming over on such short notice.

You had merely shrugged. “Of course,” you said, hands gripping the straps of your bag. “I like seeing you guys.”

Something about the way you said it made his heart swell a little. It was nice to have a friend like you. Jihoon just smiled, taking slower steps toward the door with a “Oh, really? I’ll have to tell them that.”

He punched in the code, the door unlocking and a chime ringing out. Jihoon was a step ahead of you, motioning to his friends to keep it relatively down as you filed in behind him. He took his time slipping out of his shoes, watching you round the corner and stepping out of your own while saying something about how you had brought your lecture notes and things you had from class. Not all of them were in Korean, but you were happy to work with him until he understood it.

Then you got hit with a very happy “surprise!” from the rest of his friends, and you jolted a little. Jihoon chuckled as he watched you look at everyone and then back at him, mouth agape as you processed what just happened.

“Oh my god. He told you, didn’t he.”

It hadn’t been a question in the slightest, but you whirled around to look at Jaehyuk after Jihoon nodded. There was no point in lying, honestly, since the only person you had said that to was Jaehyuk. He watched you take a breath, slowly exhale, and then grow a little flustered as realization sank in that all of them were there and ready to spend celebrating your birthday with you.

Jaehyuk had spoken up to apologize when you waved him off. “No, this is sweet--” You had said quickly, stumbling slightly over your words. “Really! I was just... surprised?”

“Go get changed,” Jihoon nudged you forward, pointing out the way to the bathroom. “You can pick sit next to anyone you want.”

He watched you grow more embarrassed, thanking them all again as you made your way to the bathroom. As you changed, the takeout was spread out with your own specific order set mostly aside for you. Plates and chopsticks were handed out, drinks set aside with a cold can of your favorite set to be handed off whenever you decided where you’d like to be. By the time you returned in cozy sweats, things were ready for a night of watching movies.

Unfortunately for some of them, they were big cowards and you enjoyed the occasional horror movie. You settled in next to Hyunsuk, fully aware of what you were committing to with that, with Yoshi on your other side.

“Are you going to be okay with this?” You asked Hyunsuk as the movie started, as if the plushie in his lap wasn’t about to be used to hide his face.

He nodded with a smile. “It’s for your birthday! I’ll be fine,” he said.

“We can skip this one if you want--”

“No, I’ll be fine!” He insisted further.

Thirty minutes into it, he had buried his face in the plushie he’d been clinging to, one arm wrapped around your own. You fought back a laugh, reaching up to nudge him closer to your side while the others teased him for clinging to you so hard. You waved them off, saying something about how half of them had just shrieked moments before. Despite the situation, you could feel Hyunsuk laugh into your shoulder a little at the way you defended him. Just something about your tone was cute and momentarily distracted him from the movie at hand.

Almost ten minutes later, you called it and stopped the movie. “You guys aren’t having fun,” you said. “I know you said you’d deal with it for my birthday, but I want you guys to enjoy this, too.”

No one argued with you over that, mainly because you had given them a look daring them to challenge you. The movie was changed, you settled back into Hyunsuk who silently gave you a thankful look after noticing how relieved some of the others were. He was certain that everyone else there would have put up with it if it made you happy, but this did make it more fun for everyone.

Plus it gave him the chance to dote on you and the others a little more. Yoshi had already made sure the others were getting their fair share of food when he could. Making sure you were getting enough to eat, warding the others away when he noticed they were picking a little too often at your favorite: just the little things he could do in turn for caring enough about them all to turn off one of your favorite movies.

The cake was brought out soon after Mashiho and a few others cleared the table in-between movies. Despite your playful protests, they sang to you and watched you blow out the candle. Haruto had asked what you wished for, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees.

“My secret,” you had teased. But you leaned back into the couch, paper plate lowering slightly--and you noticed the way Junkyu had reached out across Hyunsuk, bracing it for you. “I think it already came true.”

Junghwan looked up from his own slice. “Huh?”

“I’m glad,” Jaehyuk said from his spot on the couch behind you.

You reached up to swat at him gently. “It came true because of you. Take credit later.”

The next movie started, and they all noticed the way you seemed to light up. The way you sang along to one of your favorite songs, eyes glimmering as you relived childhood joy. Yedam made a comment about how he’d have to write something for you sometime, smiling when you laughed and claimed you weren’t that good. You’d rather hear his pretty voice anyway. Maybe one day he’d write lyrics and get your thoughts on them, hoping to hear you sing them a little for him.

It was somewhere into the fourth movie that you started to drift off. When prodded, you denied it--insisting that you could stay up if they all could. But Hyunsuk felt the way your head had began to droop against his shoulder, and nudged you awake with a promise that they’d try to do this again sometime with you--even if all of them couldn’t partake next time. If you were tired, then you should sleep. It wasn’t good to neglect yourself too much. You relented as you struggled to stay awake any longer, Jaehyuk happily giving up his room to let you get a comfortable night’s rest. It was cute to watch you hug every single person, thanking them individually for making sure you had a good memory for this year’s birthday--even if the celebration was ahead of the day--and that you were happy to do anything for them all in the future.

There was something tender about cleaning everything up afterward, sleepiness settling in as the excitement of the night wore off. Yet there was comfort in knowing that you were falling asleep happy, a warm feeling in your chest as you hugged a plushie close to your chest. It was nice to feel wanted after so many years of feeling like an obligation. You’d thank them all again for that as best as you could through future support for each and every one. No matter what the future brought, you were confident that you could do that.

[alycosworld]

HELLOOOOO<3 “💕” anon!!!o(≧v≦)o I’m really excited since my bday is coming up!!! [uk that alr LOL] anyways my request will be below as always!

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blue-subject

pink-genre

green-type of fan fic

orange-extra notes!

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so i was wondering if u could do hc’s for a few characters? i actually dont know if u have a character limit so I’ll just request 3! if its too much u can actually remove some:) also if u want feel free to add on more characters if u like! so basically thoma,baal and childe [seperate] x NB!reader and its the readers bday!:D how would they celebrate for reader? also idk if u r comfy in doing female characters so if u would like u can just remove baal:) vv fluffy please<3

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tysm for this<3 hope u dont mind writing for girls! I’m non-binary actually but i was born in a girls body LOL- also if u wanna make it GN so everyone can read it go ahead! drink water and get rest! only do this if u want!

Thoma, Baal, Kaeya, Beidou and Childe on the Reader's Birthday!

A/N: yes!! ofc I write for women and I have no character limit, it'll just take more time the more characters you want. for anyone who's curious or wants to request, I have a list of things that I won't write and women are not on that list! Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY 💕 (who is changing their emoji to 🧸 I believe just so everyone is aware) LOVE YOU SO MUCH TY FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!

I added on kaeya and beidou bc I love themmm and my siblings simp for them and I don't have much character diversity so far hehe. also I haven't done baal's story quest so I'm sorry if she's a little ooc.

Thoma:

my man is ready and raring to go on the days leading up to your birthday. He's planned something. It doesn't matter what he has to do, he's doing it.

he's already asked Ayaka if he could take a few days off to get things ready and she is so supportive she even helps him.

HE HAS CONTACTS

if you want something that's super rare and expensive and practically impossible to acquire, you best believe he's calling in all his favours and getting whatever the fuck you want.

he baked your cake with his own two hands and it is nothing short of perfection. he made you a card and he wrote you a beautiful heartfelt message and drew a lil picture of you (that's really just a stick figure but APPRECIATE THE EFFORT)

if you wanted to go out, he took you everywhere you wanted and treated you to a meal, making sure everyone you saw remembered to wish you a happy birthday.

if you felt like staying inside, he threw you your own little party for two and did whatever your wanted - sleeping, dancing, singing, art, cooking, literally anything.

he was at your beck and call all day. normally he serves the shirasagi himegimi, now he's serving you not like he doesn't already do everything you say

to summarise, he loves you with his whole heart and will do anything to make your day extra special 🥺🥺

Baal

"It's beloved's birthday soon? Oh...I suppose I should make a few preparations..."

Proceeds to invade your home while you're out and orders people around to make everything fucking perfect

It's incredible once you ignore the trespassing and you can't help but fall in love with her even more.

she's decorated your home with traditional birthday decorations and everything is just the way you'd like it - although it's very to the letter, almost like she was reading a manual while getting people to prepare things...

as soon as you ask her about it, she crumbles. she wasn't sure how to go about it exactly so she asked Yae but omitted your name to avoid getting teased, hence receiving very general birthday advice.

ITS STILL BEAUTIFUL THO SHE TOOK MOST OF YOUR LIKINGS INTO ACCOUNT JUST SAY YOU LOVE IT ALREADY

she wouldn't be too willing to leave or go outside because people will talk, but if you wish it, it shall be.

she bought you whatever you wanted plus a lil something extra as a token of her appreciation of your existence. maybe a decorative object that reminded her of you - she might be even customised it to add a personal touch

all in all, she loves you eternally and she's gonna make sure you know it every year on your special day

Childe

we all know that this menace is a money machine, right?

THIS MAN SPENT ALL HIS MORA ON YOU AND NOBODY SO MUCH AS QUESTIONED IT - HIS DEVOTION IS PROMINENT

you woke up and he presented you with your first gift. at breakfast, he cooked you a whole fucking feast. the rest of the morning, he took you out and let you pick whatever you want from multiple stores and gave you another gift. at lunch, he bought you another 50 fucking course meal

the evening, however, he spent a little more intimately.

you got to cut your three-tier cake and open the rest of your presents at home before he let you enjoy the day however you wanted, similarly to Thoma.

he did whatever you wanted - it was your birthday after all.

he made sure you knew that you were loved and appreciated and expressed how happy he is that you were born and that you're in his life.

oh, and to make up for lovingly hogging you all day, he threw you a party with all your loved ones the day after to make sure everyone got their chance to celebrate your day.

Kaeya Alberich

"Oh? Is it darling's birthday already? I'll have to take the day off to make things extra special..."

kaeya, every day is a day off for you stfu

Mr Alberich really sets aside the tension between him and his brother to ask if he can borrow Angel's Share for a lil party. Using his smooth tactics, he eventually gets Diluc to cave

(basically, Kaeya just ranted how much he loved you and wanted to make things special and Diluc fucking gave up hehe)

He got Jean, Lisa, Amber, Diluc, Venti, Fischl, Bennett, Diona, Klee, Albedo, Sucrose, Barbara, Eula, Mona, Noelle, Razor, Rosaria and all your friends and family to agree to come to Angel's Share and enjoy a night of fun and (Y/N) appreciation.

On your actual birthday, he spent the morning in bed with you, talking about how much he loved you and shamelessly flirting with you before making breakfast.

You spent the morning and most of the afternoon walking around town and enjoying yourselves, allowing the townsfolk to wish you a happy birthday.

and Kaeya convinced you into joining him at Angel's Share in the evening, only to be pleasantly surprised by the people singing happy birthday and the confetti that flew around the room.

this man is lovestruck - if you let him spoil you any longer, you'd probably collapse of over appreciation (and excessive flirty one-liners hehe)

Beidou

my girl beidou? she went all out for you, there's literally a 0.00 percent chance you don't enjoy what she had planned.

You spent your day with her walking around Liyue Harbour, doing everything you wanted.

You listened to storytellers, bought various items like fireworks and sparklers and ate good food, just enjoying each other's company until the evening arrived.

Beidou just dragged you away, making sure you closed your eyes the whole time until you reached your destination.

When you opened your eyes, you couldn't believe it - you were on the Cruz Fleet, surrounded by her crew and all your loved ones.

As soon as you stepped on, the ship leisurely sailed off into the night like some fairytale and you got to enjoy a moonlit sail, as cheesy as it sounds.

It was slow and you allowed yourself to savour the way the ships's lanterns reflects and glittered on the water a long with the moon.

You were surrounded by everyone you cared about and everyone who cared about you (but some of the crew drank a little too much in celebration of your birth hehe)

Beidou just wants you to know how much she and everyone else loves you and wants you to know that she is glad you exist <3

[tipsydipsydo]

Pairing: tall! & sub! Reader x dom! OT7 BTS

Gender of the Reader: male

Word Count: 2.3k  

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut/PwP

Warnings: Dirty Language + Dirty Talk; Dom-/Sub-Dynamics; accidental overhearing of a phone call, Mentions of Exhibitionism & Voyeurism; Mentions of Sex Toys & Masturbation; slightly mentioned Double Penetration; mentions of Anal play; Praising; Petnames; some Degradation; Daddy-Kink; Teasing; slight Edging; the boys are teasing the poor reader to Death

A/N: Well- that was a quick writing. Instead of studying I decided to write this funny request and to use my procrastination in a better way than scrolling stressed through TikTok. I hope y’all like it!!

Status: unedited bc I am lazy and should study. 

Request: i want to request a drabble/one shot: sub taller male reader and his seven boyfriends in which he confidently talks naughty things with his friend on phone but when he realized his bf are watching, he became crazily shy because he is just a big cute boy, then his bf decided they want to test those ‘words’ he has said, poor boy =))

Requested by: anonymous 

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After too many and super busy weeks full of work, you’ve finally managed to find a free afternoon in your schedule where your best friend and you have enough time for a nice, long telephone call on the couch. You are already over one and a half hour on the phone, exchanging the newest stuff that happened in your life with each other and joking around. Slowly your conversation turns their focus to your more private life and your bestie asks you about your polyamorous relationship with your boyfriends. At first just normal things like, how’s it going in general, how you all manage the relationship with all the different time schedules, how often it comes to fights and how you deal with that etc. Just normal stuff and  the ‘typical’ questions you’re already used to, when people realize that you’re not in a monogamous relationship. 

Your best friend and you grew up together. You met each other in elementary school, went through the curses of puberty as an inseparable team and even survived middle and high school thanks to the other one. Already in your teens, where both of you made your first experiences and got into your first relationships, your best friend had a guess that you’re not as straight as you want him to believe. No, they even assumed that you’re maybe not made for the typical monogamous relationship which the society preach every fucking day. 

Well, turns out that your best friend really knew you better than you did yourself back then but honestly, nowadays you’re thankful for their suggestions and that they gave you the save space you needed to dare to make new experiences in those directions. 

Nevertheless, they were still more than surprised when you introduced him to not only two or three boyfriends, no that you brought seven (!) other men to their birthday party two years ago. At first they were a little worried if you didn’t overload yourself with such a complex relationship dynamic and that it’ll turn out as a serious burden and not an enrichment for your life. Turns out, now it was their turn to make a false assumption about what’s the best for you and theu were more than happy to admit that everything turned out just fine. It truly makes their heart swell to hear the happiness in your voice through the phone everything you mention something about the boys. 

Quickly your phone call turn into an even more private talk and dedicate itself to the really interesting stuff. You’re sharing every detail in your life with another, so why should it stop when it comes to sex talk? You have absolutely no problem and any shame to talk freely with your best friend about your kinks and dirty thoughts. Sometimes you even think that you’re better informed about each other’s preferences better than your actual partner(s) are. 

“I think, I already told you that idea more than once... that I have a thing for exhibitionism and the thought of getting catched doing something ‘forbitten’ or ‘dirty’, right? Uhm... TMI but I don’t give a shit, whenever I am alone at home because they’re busy and we can’t meet for some days... I mastubate with some of the toys they’ve bought for me and imagine that they catch me. You know, when we have sessions with Dom and Sub Dynamics, they’re only temporarily and usually we go back to normal in the moment when the scene is over... that means, when I am alone and horny, I can do whatever I want to. I can jack off or fuck myself as much I desire and they wouldn’t say anything about it. It’s not like, I don’t appreciate my personal freedom when it comes to masturbation or that I want something completely different, no! We both already talked about that too, I don’t like the idea of Total Power Exchange, I prefer to be an independent person as soon as I walk out of the bedroom- okay, not only bedroom, we have sex in other places than the bedroom too- ANYWAY, what I wanted to say with that: ...”, you mutter and take a deep breath into your lungs. 

After holding such a long monologue your mouth dried up terribly and now you need quickly something to drink. You get up from the couch and walk over to the kitchen island to pour some soda into a glass. A satisfied hum leaves your throat after you took some gulps of your favourite sparkling sugar bomb. 

The whole time, where you moved around in the eat-in kitchen of the apartment, you are not that alone anymore as you thought you’d be, especially right in this moment. Namjoon, Hoseok and a boyish smirking Jimin joined you around ten minutes ago, leaning casually against the wall next to the door of the room and listen very interested to the conversation you have with your friend right now. They didn’t mean to overhear your private talk, they just wanted to know what kind of take-out food you’d prefer for tonight. 

Unfortunately your conversation turned out to be very, very interesting for them, so they decided to give you some more time to talk with your best friend about the sexual fantasies you have which they don’t know about... well, until now.

Hoseok texted the other boys in the group chat to join them in the living room as well, they need to hear those very important information too! 

Poor you, completely oblivious and naïve to what’s happening in this moment, not getting any kind of hint that not only your best friend would get those significant informations...

“...-what I actually wanted to say with that: I prefer to be independent in relation to all other non-sexual life-responsibilities. Well, that doesn’t mean we couldn’t increase the Erotic Power Exchange, right? To be very honest, I can’t get the fantasy of them taking my sextoys away and to forbid me to touch myself without their permission out of my head. I love to be their good boy and to get praises, I really do... but there is this thrill to be break the instructed rules, getting caught while doing it and getting punished for it. I want... I want to get called bad, filthy and dirty names, I want to be a disobedient, greedy and insatiable slut for them. I want to get spanked, edged and overstimulated, I want to get fucked into the mattress so bad, up to the point where I can’t get a single clear thought together and my brain turned to mush... I want to get used, ruined and wrecked by their cocks, getting my holes stuffed full with their cum and then plugged up, so nothing can run out anymore- God fuck, I should stop talking like that or I’ll get a serious problem! Well... sorry for so much detailed TMI, you know that this shit always happens when you tell me to stop overthinking and encourage me to spill everything that comes to my mind. Now you got every filthy detail you’ve asked for, you’re welcome.”, you joke sarcastically and facepalm yourself. You can’t believe how incredibly blunt and shameless you just threw your latest sex fantasy in every fucking detail at your poor best friend. 

Usually you’re more than shy to talk about such things, in your understanding the magic for your shameless mouth towards your best friend has to reside in the deep thrust you have in him and simply the knowledge that your relationship is platonic. It’s not like that you couldn’t trust your boyfriends wholeheartedly, god no! You know, that they would never kinkshame you for anything, 

it’s just... after sharing those thoughts it would result something out of it. You don’t want that they  think you’re a weirdo or that they only do specific things because they know it would turn you on. 

The other one just snorts in amusement when you voice this slight helpless apology, they can imagine the significant blush which has settled down on your cheeks. 

“Hey buddy, don’t apologize for that. There is nothing to apologizing for, I am way too curious for my own good as well and I need to make sure that you’re happy in your relationship, especially when it comes to the point if they are able to fulfill your sexual desires. I need to know that, believe me. Okay, there’s one thing... I knew you were submissive, my dude. But I didn’t expect that you’d be such a masochistic hoe and that you’d have such a thing for degradation, Jesus! Nevermind, more important: did you talked with them about that fantasy? Would they be down for this idea and would they like to be more in charge? Please do not tell me that you’re too shy to talk with them about it, not again! I tell you this every goddamn time, communication is key!”, your best friend says to you in a serious tone. 

Here you go again, getting scolded by your friend all over again. He is right, you know that... y’all already talked about ‘how to deal with certain kinks some of them or you have but the others aren’t into and how to not make them feel bad or insecure about it’ several times, you tend to overthink everything you have ever said to them all over again. You are always so flustered when seven pairs of eyes are looking at you, waiting for an answer. You are tall, even taller than Namjoon, but under their curious stares you feel always so small, fiddling with your fingers around like a little schoolboy. You love that about them, putting you into such a submissive place just with their aura and charisma and giving you the feeling as if they overtower you physically too. 

“I can absolutely agree with Y/BF/N, communication is key. Why didn’t you told us those nasty fantasies you have in your cute head up here, right away? Too shy again? Do we really need to call your best friend the next time to get some hints to your secret kinks, Babyboy?”, Taehyung rasps into your earshell and wraps his arms around you. He chuckles slightly as you squeak high-pitched in surprise. 

An equal surprised yelp of your best friend comes out of the speaker of your phone which takes Yoongi out of your hand and excuse you with the apology that ‘they need to have an important talk with you now and that you have to hang up unfortunately’. 

The display of your phone turns dark and Yoongi puts it on the surface of the kitchen island before he flashes you a dirty smile. That you’re mortified that they caught you spilling all those filthy fantasies to your best friend is the understatement of the century. Never and you mean never did you hoped so bad that the floor opens up and swallows you whole, saving you from this embarrassing misery. But Yoongi give you much time to drown in shame, coming up to you and connect your lips to a rough kiss. 

“God, I love it when our so sweet and shy Baby has such nasty and indecent fantasies in his head... why don’t you tell us these ideas in every single filthy detail once again? I think we could turn the information into some very good use, big boy~”, whispers the smaller one with blown-out eyes against your lips.

“...or would you prefer that we call you a needy cumslut, hm? The things I’ve heard give me the assumption that you want to get fucked stupid and pumped full with cum as if you are our personal playtoy?”, growls Jungkook and grabs himself a handful of your right asscheek, kneading it with a firm grip in his big palm. 

“Come on, big boy, admit that you want exactly the things Jungkook just said... I can feel how fucking hard you just got from his words... already so hard and swollen against my palm even though we barely touched you. You’re truly such a pathetic, needy slut... I bet you’d already cum in your pants if we just tease you enough... Am I right?”, chuckles Namjoon in his deep, arousal soaked timbre against your neck, nibbling at the sensitive spot of your Adam’s apple. 

“...what about we change our location to the bedroom and talk about the things you’ve said to Y/BF/N? Maybe we could try some of your newest kinks out? Would you like the thought of us watching you from the couch while you prepare your needy asshole for us? Showing us how you stuff you clenching rim with a girthy dildo? Wearing a cockring so you couldn’t cum without our permission? Prepping yourself all messy, whining for our finger, tongues and dicks in your ass like the greedy slut you are? Yeah, you’d love that thought.”, Seokjin teases you mercilessly, rolling your sensitive balls in his palm, just how you like it.  “Y-Yes, Daddies... I’d love to be a greedy cumslut for you... please turn me into one!”, you wisper. 

@cys-mental-escapades​; @bangtanloverboys​; @btsxmalereaders​

[shelby-love]

BOBBY NASH

Life as Cap's Daughter

Requested: yes

Author's note: I got a little carried away, but I wanted to DELIVER FROM POINT A (LOWEST) TO POINT B (BEST) PART OF HIS LIFE. Kept it realistic as possible plus it’s very long SO BEWARE

P.S. you can kind of see how my love for the man just SPILLED ... aka I kind of lost it and just hammered the numbers. It shows how unexperienced I am at these <3

Requests for 9-1-1 are OPEN

Headcanon

Bobby had you before Marcy and Athena were a part of his life

You were his little everything

The food he fed you growing up…

You would tell people that your dad's a chef, and not a firefighter

You thought a chef was a better job! You were four…

With your mom out of the picture it was just you and your dad for a big part of your childhood

He baby proofed the entire house

Balled his eyes out when he walked you to school for the very first time

When he met Marcy you were roughly around 8, but the two of you got along very well right off the bat

Even though he's a quiet, withdrawn man that likes to keep to himself, you were the one who brought out his witty side

He was very proud when you showed an interest in ice skating, it quickly became 'your thing' and Bobby loved that you inherited that from him

He's at all of your performances! 

He catches you every time no matter the situation

You loved Robert Jr. and Brook very much too, considering them your siblings without a doubt

You helped change their diapers, practically raised them with Marcy and your dad

Family dinners with Bobby's marvelous cooking – a must!

Bobby was very overprotective when you entered your teen years so thank god for Marcy (she was a saint)

He'd invite your date over and drill him while eating the nicest foods he prepared with extra caution

"Dad, that was a bit too much…"

"You think? I didn't even get to scratch the surface."

"Okay, honey, let her go have fun."

Marcy and the kids were there for you when your dad started to go south because of his injury

"Dad where are you going?"

"I'll be back soon. Don't worry about me."

For a moment you considered if life with him was even worth it

Wanting to finish high school as soon as possible just so you could get away from his lies was your darkest thought

But he is your father, and no one could change that

The fire though... It was the most heartbreaking moment of your life

You were out, so you weren't on the scene

But you wished you were at some point

You couldn't look at him after that

Went through the roughest time of your life

It felt like you jumped through time because you two were alone again

But that made you treasure each other more than anything

You watched him at his lowest and supported him when he started to get better

"Dad, please don't give up."

I don't think Bobby would be able to get through the trauma if it weren't for you

Not even his notebook was enough to keep him together – you were the glue

That's why making a fresh start in L.A. felt great

You two settled quickly; you giving in more effort than he did at first

Because you're smart like your father you got into a very very very good college in L.A.

"At least something's working out for once."

"Hey don't say that."

"But dad... It's true!"

When he told you, he was in station 118 you stalked researched them

Found out the address, looked at the place from outside using Google Street View

That kinda thing

"But dad. I'm just looking out for you!"

"I know. Thank you for that."

There's a lot of buts

But dad this but daaaad that

You're very annoying when you want to be

The two of you lived together, since you didn't trust him enough to move out and live on campus

He didn't bring you to the firehouse until he was 100% sure

No scratch that: until he was 100000% sure, you weren't stepping foot on the grounds of that station

When you did meet them, you loved Hen instantly

You wanted to come back just for her

Chimney was a bit awkward

He didn't know how to act around you

You were 18 but since you were Cap's daughter he didn't know if he had to treat you like you were 8 or not

Hen didn't have that problem obviously

She was so easy going you loved her instantly

Bobby has eyes everywhere when you're at the station

MEETING BUCK WAS HORRIBLE

Your dad was breathing down on your neck when you came to the firehouse one day and Buck 1.0 was working there (just started)

HE HIT ON YOU IT WAS HORRIBLE YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO

Neither did he once he found out

That was the day Bobby fired him bc he did the nasty with that lady in the firetruck

You came by like, "Hi, I'm Y/N nice to meet you Evan."

And then suddenly you had to go like, "Bye Ev- Buck… It was nice knowing you."

Buck went home that day – pride demolished

"Did you really have to do that dad?"

"I said three strikes, and he's out. He didn't listen."

Why didn't you come earlier? Surely you could have given Buck some great tips

"Oh, well."

Buck came back!

You became friends after that. Had a teasing relationship, never looked at each other the other way after that day

Y/N + Buck = BFF

You'd joke about your first tragic meeting and you’d go out with him when he was going through a dark time because of Abby

You didn’t drink, he did

Everyone loves you OBVIOUSLY

You're Cap's daughter I MEAN WHAT IS THERE TO SAY?

Eddie came too! Eventually.

You fell in love with him instantly

But you love his son even more than him

You'd take care of him whenever you had time and Eddie was busy working

You learned more facts about the world from little Christopher than from your own father

You often came by to eat lunch at the station because that's where your dad ‘the cook’ was

Maddie and you hit it off very well and became close friends

NOW MEETING ATHENA FOR THE FIRST TIME…

Your mouth was on the floor

She was so goddess like you were smitten by her

So, your dad and her announcing their relationship to you wasn't a surprise

You and Hen won the bet

Became close with May and Harry too although it was hard not to picture them as Brook and Robert at first

After your dad and Athena got married you finally felt as if you could breathe

Knowing that your dad was safe and sound, you moved over to campus but still had your own room at Athena's place

You go there every weekend

You're essential to the party planning

Even though you're a perfect little young adult you're ready to pull out the "My step-mom's a sergeant" card

A huge party was thrown for your 21st birthday

I'm talking BIG BIG BIG

Buck and you got drunk

Your dad got drunk too

Life turned around for the better although some pieces of past tragedies still lingered

You've let go of people but you and your dad also grew and healed enough to let new people into your lives

No one knows what life has in store for you two, but you both know it will be good

As long as you have each other

He's your pillar, and you are his in return, that's how it's always been

"I love you dad."

"I love you too kiddo."

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