#the news that these guys are back is like a birthday gift in advance

[waking-hell]

After all, don't I deserve to be happy too?

[cherryredstars]

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Mike Schmidt, Hobie Brown, Miles-42 x gn!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Suggestive Content with Miguel, A Little Bit of Angst with Miles

Summary: How would the boys treat you on your birthday?

A/N: In honor of my birthday (WOO)!

Word Count: 1.7K (Unedited)

Miguel O'Hara

You hang out with him in his office at HQ all day. He has your favorite food delivered to base, and you spend the whole day talking his ear off as he works. Today is the only day he doesn't mind people coming in and out of his office, as long as they do so to wish you a happy birthday.

He has LYLA keep you company, finding her only a tad bit less annoying, even as she randomly breaks out into happy birthday and makes birthday memes pop up on his screen like a virus. He only wants to strangle her when she keeps making birthday sex jokes and hinting a little too much at the gifts waiting for you at home.

When the two of you do make it home, you're excited to see the pile of gifts overflowing in the living room. Some of them are from the spiders in HQ, but more than one is from Miguel. You guys get take out, and spend the rest of the night opening gifts. You guys laugh at the ones from the younger spider-people, and try not to cringe at the more questionable ones (a difference in universe maybe?).

When the two of you finish going through the gifts and ate all the food, Miguel pulls you up off the floor. He gives you a cheeky smile, leading you towards the bedroom for one last birthday present. Huh, I guess LYLA was right about the birthday sex.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

As much as he wants to, he can't ask to go on leave in advance. Even if he did send in the request, it would be hastily denied. Going on leave because of a singular day and for a non-emergency cause? The higher ups would laugh in his face. So, his only hope is to not be deployed during that time.

If he is deployed during that time, he'll keep his eye on the clock, counting down the seconds until it hits midnight in your timezone. Then, at exactly zero hundred hours, your phone will light up with a message from Simon. It's a simple "Happy birthday. Miss you." text, but it makes you smile nonetheless. If you're lucky, you might get a voice message from all of 141 wishing you a happy birthday, horrible, off-key singing from Soap included! And if you're really lucky, you might even get a call if Simon's in a good, secure location where he knows his cellular usage can't be tracked or intercepted.

He already got a gift for you in advance. He'll tell you where he hid it, or tell you to keep an ear out for the doorbell. If he hid it, you rush over to the hiding spot, setting your phone up to record a video for him. You make a big show of it to keep him entertained, and at the end of the video you thank him repeatedly for the gift, adding in that you miss him and you'll see him when he comes back home. When he gets gifts delivered to you, it's usually flowers and maybe something extra like an Amazon package. You put your new flowers in the nicest vase you have, sending Simon a picture and heart emojis.

If-by the grace of god- he's home on your birthday, you get spoiled silly. Today is all about you and what you want to do. Breakfast in bed? Okay, waffles or pancakes? Movie night? Okay, it's your pick. Drinks at the pub? Let's stop to get a pack first. Simon does prefer to stay in with you on your birthday, but again, if you want to have a night out on the town, he's happy to follow along. Though, if you do stay home, don't look in the fridge! You don't want to risk taking a peak at the cake he bought, do you?

Mike Schmidt

Called out of work the day before. He wakes up super early, slipping out of bed to wake up Abby. She complains a little, and you have to pretend you weren't awake the second Mike got out of bed and you have to stifle your laughter at her grumbling out in the hall. The smell of breakfast is strong, and you wait a good 11 minutes (it would be too perfect if it was an even number), before slipping out of bed. You act all surprised when you walk into the kitchen, catching them making you breakfast. They instantly drag you into a chair, making you sit as they plate your food and slide over your coffee. You have to fight your tears when Abby gives you a hand drawn birthday card. Just for that, she can steal a bit of your bacon.

The three of you just spend the day at home. You draw with Abby, thanking her for all the birthday drawings. The three of you make a mess in the kitchen as you make the birthday cake, and somehow frosting gets stuck in all of your hair. You sing happy birthday after dinner, which of course is your favorite meal, and the three of you settle onto the couch to watch TV. You allow Abby to stay up until she falls asleep on the sofa.

Once she's gone to bed, Mike pulls you close to his side, pressing a kiss to your lips and muttering another happy birthday. You smile at him, and it grows wider when he pulls your gift from his pocket. The two of you are silent as you open it, and you gasp when you see what's inside. You thank him with a million smooches on his face, that makes him chuckle. Then, when it gets too late and the both of you remember he has work tomorrow, you retreat back to the bedroom for some much needed rest. Clean up is for another day.

Hobie Brown

Is it really a surprise that he forgets it's your birthday? Hey, in his defense, time and dates are just a social construct made to control the natural world!

He only remembers when one of his (current) band mates or a Spider in the society ask him what he has planned for your birthday. He knows he's fucked the second they ask him. He has nothing planned, he has yet to say happy birthday to you despite talking to you just this morning, and to top it all off, he has only just realized you were hinting about it throughout your morning conversation. And do you want to know what he said in response to your, Hobie, baby, do you think something important is happening today? Trust me, you don't because his answer may or may not have been, Unless 10 Downing is fist bumping a wrecking ball today, then no. Yeah, did he mention he was fucked?

So, in true Hobie fashion, he's gonna think quick and get himself out of trouble. What could he use as the perfect excuse for completely forgetting your birthday? Make it seem intentional! And how do you make it seem intentional? Throwing a totally killer surprise party that would give the PM a heart attack! He recruits the help of his band mates and Gwen, setting up your favorite venue that the band played in for a previous gig. He gets you a cake, a funny card, and some random trinkets he sees along the way. He'll have the band play anything you request or the night. Oh, don't forget your own friends! He'll let them know before he picks you up.

He's totally casual when he returns to the flat, all nonchalant as he tells you to get dressed up. When you ask why, he just shrugs and says riot. You stare at him like you expect him to say something extra, but you sigh when he doesn't. With your back turned to him, he allows himself to briefly flicker red. When he gets you to the venue, you're happily surprised, bumping into him and teasing that you thought he forgot. He chuckles nervously in response, finally wishing you a happy birthday. At the end of the night, after you got the celebration you deserved and the two of you lay at home in a half-awake state, he admits the truth to you when you're too sleepy to get mad at him. Hey, real men admit to their mistakes and fear the wrath of their partners.

Miles 42

He does the thing. You know, the obnoxious thing where you show up to school, and then suddenly you have a brightly colored birthday stash over your shoulder and a gift bag attached to 50 different HAPPY BIRTHDAY balloons? Yeah, he does that shit, and he does it with PRIDE. He will be damned if you aren't walking the halls and a stranger randomly yells out a birthday greeting to you in passing. You better hope you don't have any classes with him, because every class you guys share, he's making them sing happy birthday. Even if you get embarrassed and melt into your chair. At lunch, he's already got a birthday cupcake waiting for you and he did, in fact, skip the last period just so he could go get your favorite takeout to make sure it's still hot.

Rio definitely invited you over for dinner, and he spends the whole meal telling his Ma all about the things he did for you today. It makes her laugh, and she playfully swats the back of his head when you whine about how embarrassed you were all day.

When dinner is done, Miles drags you out of his house and walks you down to the familiar streets to the car lot. He helps you in, and you gasp when you see the inside of the car. He has candles placed carefully around, and a cake sits in the back seat with plastic forks and more gifts. Your smile is goofy as he quietly sings happy birthday to you, and you blow out the candle as he whoops and hollers playfully. The two of you dig into the cake, having quiet conversation until you feel like you'll throw up from all the sugar.

But as you're about to open the last of your gifts, his phone begins to ring. Looks like your birthday wish didn’t come true after all.

[livelaughloveloak]

𓂅 WISHUROSES ⊰ 🎡

𖦹 pairing : earth1610!miles morales x reader

𖦹 summary : random scenarios and headcanons of miles as your boyfriend

𖦹 author's note : y'all I'm literally running out of ideas so I would appreciate it if you guys sent me some requests 😭 btw this isn't proofread

you and him definitely have a snapstreak but it was on accident. he randomly snapped you and you'd snap him back on a daily so now you two are just stuck with a 200+ snapstreak.

he bought you a Polaroid camera for your birthday and you ended up using up most of the film on him.

you have the pictures up on the board hanging up in your room

HE'S A COMPLETE SWEET HEARTTTT through actions or through text he'll show his love for you either way.

you pulled back from the tight hug miles pulled you into and looked up at his face. "miles you have that smug look on your face again." you poked his cheek and laughed. miles gasped and was quick to defend himself although he was in fact smiling like an idiot. "I do not!!"

if he's not busy with spiderman business, school, family problems, or hanging out with you then he's busy texting you instead.

he might go to an advanced private school but he refuses to write sentences properly.

you'd receive messages from him like these

inaminit

whaddup

nuhuh

luv u

wya?

he'll abuse the living hell out of emojis when texting you

"yup 😎😎😎😎😎😎💪💪💪"

"wdym no ☹️☹️😒😒🤨🤨🤨"

omw Mami 😋😋😋🤟🏿🤟🏿🤟🏿🤟🏿🤟🏿🤟🏿

he'll ask you for help when it's washday for his hair. his scalp is sensitive so you make sure to be extra careful

he has your contact saved as mi alma. one time his mom saw the contact name pop up on his phone and questioned him about it. he freaked out and started blabbering nonsense

he tells you stories about his adventures when his uncle aaron was still alive.

he has a picture of you as his wallpaper and a pic of you guys together as his lockscreen

he draws you two matching pfps

will definitely give you a new drawing everytime he can

was sweating bullets when he finally revealed to you that he was spiderman.

the pressure was quickly lifted off of his shoulders once you said that you accepted him and understood.

he's still scared that you'd be his canon event and swears he'll never let you die

"even if I have to destroy this universe as long as you're alive I'll be alright." you pinched his cheek and smiled. "don't be silly miles" a groan escaped his mouth as you giggled. "mami stopppp I'm being serious right now."

he let's you win in games just to see you happy but if it's basketball he's not gonna hold back 😭🙏

has his face buried in your neck while sleeping. he says it's because "I'm cold and you just happen to be warm" but yet again it's the middle of summer.

will be jumping up and down our of joy when you bought him new Jordans for his birthday

he has a bracelet with your name engraved into it and he wears it proudly

his phone album is filled with pictures of you. you and him fight eachother whenever you catch him trying to take a candid 0.5 picture of you

he 100% calls you "my heart"

says the most old man type of comebacks when playfully arguing with you

"yeah well you can go kick rocks!!"

"boohoo buckaroo"

"too bad so sad"

"nuh uh" or in other times "yuh huh"

"whatever pal"

"listen here buddy"

you two wear matching pajamas when you have sleepovers

don't get me started on this man and saying the "rizz" jokes...

"rizzanator is what I am"

"let's have a rizz off"

"call me the rizzmaster"

he'll airdrop you the most random memes and burst out laughing when seeing your reaction

he gifted you a promise ring with both of your initials engraved into it as an anniversary gift

miles won you a teddy bear in a fair and now you both call it your "child"

don't expect to get a warning because miles will randomly FaceTime you out of nowhere.

he'd give you a spiderman suit so you could match with him

when you first met his mom she liked you without hesitation and asked to take a picture with you. she made miles take the picture 😭

overall a sweet guy and will give you the princess treatment you deserve!!

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July 4, 2023 | All rights reserved to @livelaughloveloak • Do not repost, reupload, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own. ✮

art in the polaroids are made by purpletunabread on twitter and koscribbls on instagram

[d1s1ntegrated]

Your headcanons and fics are so real and true to me… Would it be possible to make a fic/ list of headcanons in a college/ school AU where shigaraki is weirdly obsessed with y/n ? please and thank you🙏

i had this as a draft and it got deleted </3 but YASSSSSS i love creepy shig! also sorry in advance...

to be seen (slight nsfw)

stalker!shiggy x friendly and slightly naive!reader oneshot

quirkless college au !

summary: shigaraki is obsessed with you. you like being his friend. mistakes happen.

cw: painnnnn, unrequited love, pining, stalker activities, masturbation mentioned, pervert mindset, language, slight mention of drunk sex, panty sniffing? is that what i call it????

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shigaraki was your classmate in creative writing. he was a little reclusive, but you didn't mind. you just sat next to the guy (when he decided to show up to class anyways). what you knew about him was minimal, but oh, the things he knew about you. he had memorized your class schedule, he knew when your period started and ended. he knew when you were going out, and when you'd come back. he knew you lost your pens frequently, so he bought a pack for when you inevitably asked to borrow one from him. and licked them all, in hopes you'd chew on the ends like you usually do.

he never meant to get this bad, actually.

see, it all started when you were assigned a workshopping assignment for a story, so he invited you to his dorm to work on it. he wasn't prepared, you showed up ten minutes after you texted him. he didn't even have time to shower, he was still sitting in cum-stained sweats and his favorite (albeit a bit gross) hoodie. but you cared nonetheless, you just wanted to finish the work. so you sat in his bed in your little shorts as he perched at his desk and ogled.

after you left, he shoved his face in the small imprint on his mattress and came buckets to the mere idea of your ass on his sheets. the obsession grew from there. his lack of attendance turned perfect, punctual even. he said hi every fucking day, even when you weren't really in the mood to talk. you didn't mind the company, hell, he was nice enough and surprisingly smart for someone so...like him. he texted you, too. reminders about due dates, notes, etc. you usually just replied with a "thanks!" or "okay ty", but it was more than enough for him.

he asked to come to your dorm to work one day-he lied and said his ac was broken. you bit the offer anyways and he showed up right on time, papers in hand like a proud child showing off their artwork. this time, you were in basic sweatpants and a tank top. he didn't mind- you were on your period this week, he knew that. the idea actually made his toes curl in his converse. when you went to grab a snack, he jumped for the dirty laundry basket and snagged the first pair of panties he could find, shoving them hastily into his hoodie pocket. he went back to his dorm that night and jerked off with the soft cotton in his mouth, sucking up every ounce of you he could.

he couldn't get enough of you. you were a drug to him, a lethal one at that. he couldn't eat or sleep without the idea of you easing him. he couldn't cum to anything other than your social media profile and the little smiley faces you texted him.

when you skipped class because of a cold, he showed up at your door with hot soup that he spit in and the notes from that day's lecture.

on your birthday, he bought you a pretty pink cupcake and a new pair of headphones because yours mysteriously went missing.

when you left for home on winter break, he cried every night while jerking off because he missed you so badly. you were his only friend, his lover, his prized possession.

the next semester, he made sure his schedule was an exact replica of yours. even though half of the classes he didn't even need, or have interest in. but fuck, any reason to see you was good enough for him. he didn't want to take it too far, but he ended up there anyways. he started to bring you little gifts almost every day. a new notebook, a coffee, he even bought you a new water bottle because he was there when yours fell on the tiled floor in the great hall and dented to shit. even when you said it was okay and still functional, a new (and better) one was on your desk the next day, already full with ice water and a little purple bow on the top of it.

you didn't need to know that he was cumming on the things he brought, or shoving them into his mouth and "cleaning them off" lazily because he needed you to have him so fucking badly.

it got to the point where he was begging you to hang out every day after class, and you stupidly agreeing every night because you had nothing better to do. because you felt bad for him. even with his...faults, you found a comfort in him. he was just a really good friend, which is hard to come by in college.

so you played video games with him and went out for coffee and lunch dates because that's what friends do. you fell asleep in his bed while studying a few times and he never minded, because that's what friends do. you went home in his clothes one night because he accidentally spilt a drink on you and offered to wash your clothes with his laundry, because that's. what. friends. do.

nevermind the pictures he had of you asleep in his bed. or your ass when you bent over in building 130 to pick up your phone. or your tits pressed against the table from coffee date number 2. all in a little folder tucked away in a calculator app.

nevermind all the pairs of your socks and underwear, hair ties and used napkins, empty bottles, the sample size of your perfume, all shoved away in his dresser drawer.

nevermind the returned clothes you wore that you never did get to washing because when you went, all the machines were in use and he needed them back. that he also never washed.

shigaraki was a weird kid. but you were friends, in your mind. you were lovers eternal in his.

so when you dragged him to a frat party and got drunk with him, stumbling back into his dorm at 3am, it wasn't a big deal.

it wasn't a big deal when he kissed you, hard. because you were friends, lovers, dramatically doomed from the start because of two very different life paths. the kind of love story that ends with cardboard boxes and good lucks. it wasn't a big deal to you when you took his virginity, sloppy and intoxicated, because you promised yourself you wouldn't fall for a guy you met in class.

but it was a big deal, and it wasn't a mistake, not to him. it wasn't a mistake when he came inside of you, crying, repeating the worst three words known to those who just wanted to be friends. it was a big deal and it was a mistake to tell him you loved him too, not because it was a lie, but because you knew full and goddamned well what you had done to such a broken man like him.

he never deserved your kindness. he never deserved the taste of you. but you let him have it, and he would never let that go.

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okay ouchie im sorry this was a beautiful prompt and i fear i brought the vibes sooooo down with this one. but i cant always write smut lads, sorryyyyyy!

i hope you enjoyed. also i hope i made this as stalker-creepy vibes as possible

i didnt wanna go full sicko mode w his stalker tendencies in this one bc in my mind, he just wants to be loved ;-;

thank you for the request and lmk if this one hits or not! i can try again if it doesnt spark joy lol

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

venti birthday art captions ranked by how gay they make him and the traveler sound

2024

The morning sun is pretty pleasant, isn't it? Ehe, you can barely keep your eyes open. Here, come sit with me and enjoy the scent of Cecilias! They'll perk you up. Ah, I lost track of time just chatting with you... Wait just a moment, I'm almost done! You haven't eaten apple pie in a long time, have you? Then I'll make us breakfast today~

2021

Oh, is this apple for me? Haha, that won't do, come share this apple with me. Split it open like this...and you will feel the breeze from the apple core. In some fairy tales, it is written that there is a whole tiny world hidden inside an apple core, and this breeze is a gift from the tiny world. Here, this half is for you. Once you're done eating, let's take a stroll in the tiny little world. But remember to keep it a secret and don't tell anyone else. That's because... you're the only one I want to bring there.

2022

Yahoo~ Look up, I'm here! It's been a long time, my warrior, ready to tell me your new story? Haha, you want to know if it's for my verses? Oh, don't make that face. I just want to hear about your adventures, isn't that reason enough? I want to know more about what you saw on your travels or the lives of others. The most important thing for me is to hear you talk about your own experiences and what you think about them. Come on, come sit next to me. This bottle of aged cider will be enough for us to chat from first dawn of the morning light until the stars cover the sky.

2022 (Web Event)

Paimon: Look, it's the Tone-Deaf Bard! / Venti: Heh, I was just wondering when you two would get here. / Traveler: Venti, it's your birthday today. / Traveler: Do you have any birthday wishes or anything you want to do? / Venti: Mmm... Then stay with me to chat and walk around. If we could go for a drink after, that would be great. / Paimon: These are all pretty normal... I would've thought a god's birthday wishes would have more of that "boom shaka-laka." / Venti: Hehe, that "boom shaka-laka" isn't from what you're doing, but who you're doing it with. / Venti: Right, Traveler?

2023 (Birthday Short)

"Together with you, even apples taste sweeter. But something isn't quite right, it feels like... I'm gonna s—sneeze."

2023

Caught you~! The farther your journey takes you, the less time we have to spend together in Mondstadt. But... I knew I'd run into you today. Quick, just sit down, right here! It's a rare chance, so allow me to croon you a dulcet tune, accompanied by the melody of the water's revelry.

2021 (Birthday Short)

"Paimon's back! Paimon picked a lot of big, fresh apples! Hey, where did the Traveler and Tone-Deaf Bard go?"

2022 (Birthday Short)

"Hey, Tone-Deaf Bard, we've been looking for you! Didn't expect you to be here!" / "Haha, Traveler and Paimon! You guys came just in time. Here, special apple juice made just for you. Try it~" / "Hey! Where's the special apple juice for Paimon!?"

2023 (Web Event)

Traveler: Happy birthday, Venti! / Paimon: Tada— Paimon and the Traveler made this apple cake for you! / Venti: Wow, thank you both! As the greatest bard in the whole world, allow me to put on a special performance for you. / Paimon: Yay! You're the best, Venti! / Venti: I'm just returning the favor. I've been waiting for a chance to perform this ever since the both of you told me all those new stories. Now then, shall we begin? / (Venti begins to perform the new ballad he's written. Paimon lets loose a party popper. The confetti flutters in the air, before gently settling on the floor.) / Venti: Wow, we even have stage effects for the song. / Paimon: Hehe, Paimon prepared this in advance. / Paimon: Wait... Is Paimon going to have to pick up the confetti pieces one by one before we leave? / Venti: Oh, that'll be a breeze. A little gust of wind will make quick work of that. / Traveler: ...So this is the sort of stuff the Anemo Archon uses his elemental powers for, huh? / Venti: Ehe.

2020

The tune you just hummed away, is it one that I oft play? Ah, so it's "Happy Birthday" you were just humming? Then please, continue, and I shall keep strumming! Eh-he!

2024 (Birthday Short) & 2024 (Birthday Calendar)

"Eh, olah! Mosi mita!"

The wind here is mixed with the scent of Cecilias... It feels quite pleasant! Oh, don't be afraid, little one. I've got you. Listen, there seems to be singing coming from a distance...

[americasass81]

So, This Is Love!

Warnings 18+ for the following:- Oral (female receiving), Anal Play, Use of Sex Toy, P in V Smut, Overstimulation.  Do not read if any of these warnings are upsetting. Feedback is welcomed.

By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut.

Author’s Note 1:- Written for Siri’s Birthday Bonanza, this fic my sweet @stargazingfangirl18 is a gift from me to you.  Using the choices listed below, I hope my first time trying out your favorite character works out.  I know he’s one I’ve been longing to write but never quite felt I could pull him off.  Happy birthday and fingers crossed babe cause here we go.

CE!Babe:- Ransom Drysdale (Nightclub Owner AU).

Scenario Prompt:- The moment you or babe realize you’re in love with the other.

Dialogue Prompts:- “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be ruined for anyone else.”  & “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?”

Author’s Note 2:- As always, all images have been found through google search.

Synopsis:- Heading off to a club to spend your birthday with your friends takes a turn you never expected when your path crosses that of an old flame.

Pairing:- dark/soft!nightclub owner Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

Word Count:- 3,303

Walking through the door you still couldn't figure out why you had agreed to such an excursion, but here you were anyway.  Oh sure, it was your birthday and Risk was one of the hottest, if not the hottest, nightclubs in the city.  But he owned it and damn it if you ever again wanted anything to do with Hugh Ransom Drysdale.

Standing just inside the entrance now as you took in the elaborate decor and distastefully dressed servers, Suz and the rest of your girl friends waving down at you from the V.I.P. section required you to put your opinions of this place on hold at least temporarily however.  For this was an extra disaster you had not been expecting.

Having to listen patiently and politely while your college roommate complained extensively about all the new fixtures and revisions that arrogant trust fund prick kept demanding at the last minute, walking past the door marked private now on your way to your friends confirmed what your vague recollection of countless blueprints lying around your dorm room had imprinted on you memory ... your birthday celebration was not only taking place in his club, but your booth was located right beside that annoying fuck's office.  Which definitely put an even bigger dampener on the whole celebration.

Plastering on an enthusiastic smile however as you neared the secluded area to be swallowed up in the hugs and birthday wishes from those who had your back through every major crisis or celebration, your first sip of the exquisitely expensive champagne and you told yourself to hell with it.  This was your night, your party and you were going to be damned if you let someone like Mr. Jumped Up Drysdale ruin it for you.  After all, who's to say he was even in the club or aware of your presence here.  No, settling into the nearest vacant seat now as your friends showered you with presents, a few more glasses of the club's best bubbly and you were ready to let your hair down.  Which is exactly what you and the girls got ready to do.

Collecting up your gifts now and placing them in the safe discreetly provided in a hidden compartment under the seats, your group next made its way down to the main floor so the fun filled night could begin in earnest.  And what a night it was.  Dancing until your feet hurt and singing until your voice really couldn't take any more, you now watched from the bar as Suz dealt with the advances of some blond haired bodybuilder who was far removed from the type of guy she would normally entertain.  But still, you had to give him points for trying since, no matter how she turned him down or how many times she returned to dancing with the rest of your group, he remained close by.

But at least she seemed more than capable of handling him so far and simply carried on enjoying her night.  You however were not holding up as well it seemed.

Finally receiving the drink you were patiently waiting for now, the noise beginning to batter your head and the lack of a spot to take the weight off your tired feet soon found you back in the V.I.P. section without shoes and friends however as you took a few moments to rest and regroup.  Not that your wishes were catered to in regards to this matter for very long it seemed.

Closing your eyes temporarily now as you simply allowed the rhythm of the music to seep into your being while the seat beneath you comforted you like an old friend, a shadow crowding your space and the clearing of a throat brought you suddenly back to where you were and the vulnerable position you had allowed yourself to fall into.  But that was the least of your worries as things were about to get a whole lot worse.  Looking up now at the bouncer who had manned the door upon your arrival earlier in the night, his outstretched hand and instructions to follow him did not fill you with confidence and things only got so much worse when he led you a very short distance to the last place you ever wanted to be with these walls.  For this was the place where your nightmares dwelled.

Sitting behind his desk now as the bouncer in question ushered you into his boss' office, you were just about to object and walk back out the way you had entered when the metal door shutting in your face told you escape was not an option.  As it was, the prick ignoring you with his head pouring over various documents was more than enough to distract you and get your temper flaring.  Which is how all of your previous encounters with this man usually started.

"Hey dickface, I'm trying to enjoy a night out with my girl friends here.  You want to tell me why you're interrupting it?" you asked angrily and you couldn't believe the audacity of the man before you when he simply held up his finger and kept reading as if you hadn't just spoken.  It was as if he was determined to see just how far your patience would stretch.  But you weren't going to give him the satisfaction.  At least you hoped not.

Taking a seat in front of his desk instead as you now remembered why you had left the dance floor in the first place, him turning over the sheet of paper to yet another page infuriated you enough however to finally force a reaction from you and it wasn't one he liked apparently.  Placing your feet on his desk now in a show of disrespect no different from what he himself had been engaged in with the reading, Ransom rising from his own chair now and walking around to your side brought your full attention to him and his on you.

"Remove your feet from my desk right now Princess or I promise you won't be sitting down for a week by the time I'm through with you," he warned and though it wasn't in your nature to give him what he wanted, you had a party to get back to and you figured the sooner you got done with him the sooner you could go back outside and drink away the memory of this whole interaction.  That and the unwelcome effect his tone was having on you.

But Ransom it seemed had other plans.  Smiling in triumph now as you did what he asked, he then took the empty chair beside you and sitting down facing you began to question you incessantly on your opinion of the club, the music, the staff and pretty much how well you were enjoying your night within the walls of his establishment.

Still a little pissed off but now more confused as to why your opinion even mattered to him however, Ransom reaching down under his desk to pick up a box you hadn't seen until now brought a new set of questions flooding through your mind instead.  Like what was he playing at, for example?  He hated your guts after all and it was no secret you would love nothing more than to rip him to shreds and never set eyes on him again.  So why now was he doing something that only a sweet person with a soul would do for someone they genuinely liked?  Looking back and forth between him and the box now as he held it out between you and let the silence drown out your further questions, your own hand reaching out to take it from him however was perhaps the most surprising part of this whole exchange.  At least until you opened the gift that is.

Taking off the top and suspecting that a garment of some sort lay nestled neatly beneath the tissue layers, it was the envelope on top that caught your attention first and it was this that your fingers now reached out for.  Balancing the box on your lap then as the weight of the envelope settled in your hand, turning it over and ripping it open to reveal its contents practically took your breath away.  For the bastard had somehow done the impossible.

Printed out in clear detail, with a departure date and arrival date was a four week, all expenses paid holiday for two that you had been putting off since your early days in college.  But how on earth did he possibly know about that?  As far as you knew this was a secret you had carried around with you all these years.  And yet here was the proof that at least one other person knew and it just had to be the worst possible one.

Looking between the schedule, tickets and Ransom now as you tried to figure out what you should do or what you should say, this task would have to wait however as the man before you spoke again and sent your thoughts spinning into orbit once more.  "Well Princess, I'm sure there's one or more items still waiting for you to feast your pretty little eyes on," he reminded you with a smirk that in no way engendered confidence in what you would find, but what choice did you really have.

Your friends didn't know where you were and were more likely than not still enjoying the wonderful perks that had probably right now been laid on to distract them from what the owner was currently up to.  Add to that the fact that this room was locked and possibly soundproofed and he really had you right where he wanted you.  Which didn't help your mood or blood pressure one bit when you peeled back the tissue and revealed a silky dress you not only knew would cover very little, but also suspected bore a price tag that would easily feed a starving village for a week.  Which was a damn good reason to hate it.  That and the fact that he had bought it.

So with your mind made up that there was no earthly way you were wearing that thing, you would have told Ransom as much right there if he didn't already have some sixth sense to figure it out for himself.  And his response shocked you far more than anything else had so far this night.  For as it was, he took the box from your lap now and placing it on top of his desk, dropped to his knees in front of you and asked you to put it on in a manner that was so far removed from the Ransom Drysdale you knew that it tore at your heart to deny him.  Then again, it might simply be a result of all the alcohol you had consumed so far.  Either way, the fury slipped away as easily as the dress you entered the club with and replacing it with this new one, your suspicions had proven completely correct ... it indeed covered very little.

Encasing your breasts nicely to the point where Ransom stepped up behind you now and helped remove your superfluous bra, the rest of the material just about made it to the end of your ass cheeks, but neither of these were the problem at this exact moment.  Placing the spaghetti straps back on your shoulders now that your bra had been tossed aside, Ransom's hands now lingering in place should have had you screaming for assistance ... but this wasn't happening.  Remaining instead where you were now, as your eyes traveled back to the box on the desk and the envelope it still held, his fingers skimming along your arms and his warm body pressed against yours was mixing dangerously with the night that was in it to reignite old feelings you'd long thought dead and buried.  And it seemed he was feeling them too.

Continuing to caress your body as he had long ago and remind you of why the two of you had been so good together, his lips now resting against your ear and the secret they told couldn't even seem to break the spell he had over you.  For the dress and the tickets it seemed had only been part of his present ... your party here tonight was completely free.  Calling in some favors while throwing his name and money around, his offer to host the party had apparently been far too generous for your girl friends to pass up, but where did that leave you now?

Turning you to face him now as his lips continued to leave a trail of warmth in their wake, Ransom dropping to his knees again as his hands now rested on your hips should have told you enough about what he had planned, but it seemed he wanted to leave no doubt.  "Do you know how long I've waited to do this?  By the time I'm done with you, you'll be ruined for anyone else," he stated and while your brain told you to protect your heart and push him away, his lips meeting your core as your ripped panties landed somewhere on the floor was all it took for your rational self to shut down while your body took you on a trip down memory lane.

For the man had skills and time had in no way diminished them or the memory of what he could do.

Holding you to him now as his teeth nipped at your lips while his tongue worked its way into your core, his nose now rubbing against your bundle of nerves should have been enough to send you into a sex induced frenzy, but the fun was just beginning.  Placing your own hands on his head now as you pushed him closer in the hopes of reaching the release that was just waiting beyond the edge, Ransom humming against your core now while flexing his fingers against your ass proved to be the final nail that truly did you in.  Moaning out above him now as the tremors from your core spread outwards, he lapped up all the nectar you had to give him and then some as his tongue continued to fuck you through the high until your body couldn't take any more and threatened to collapse on the floor beside him.  But it seemed he was prepared for that too.

Rising to his feet now a little too gracefully for someone who had just done what he had done, you soon found yourself face down atop his desk with the trust fund prick folded atop you in a manner that normally would have sent your temper into overdrive.  But now it was something else entirely that was off the scale and you knew, despite your better judgment, that Ransom would deliver.  You just had no idea what exactly that entailed.

Returning his mouth to yours now as his lips devoured every moan, gasp and whimper you produced, a belt noising behind you along with his actions proved enough of a distraction that you failed to see his hand reach out towards the box on the desk once more and remove something you hadn't yet discovered.  But that didn't mean you were about to remain oblivious however.  Continuing to shower you with kisses as his lips now whispered words of love and adoration while his fingers returned to your aching core once more, another two orgasms ripped from your center and a whole new side of Ransom Drysdale was revealed to you.  Whether you liked it or not.

Returning to your body now following the highs that had pretty much rocked your world and sapped you of the strength you could do with now, a firm object moving between your lips, getting covered in your juices should have told you something was off, but it seemed Ransom had done his job well.  Too well in fact.  Exhausted and distracted now from three of the most intense orgasms your body had experienced since leaving this trust fund prick behind, it wasn't until the cool air hit the crack of your ass and a strange pressure settled there that your brain grasped what was going on.  But by then it was too late.

Having worked you over enough and stimulated you to the point where your whole body was now one giant pliable muscle to be manipulated as he saw fit, the plug, lubricated sufficiently from your previous releases, slid home easily with just the most minor discomfort on your part.  Discomfort Ransom now meant to work out of you.  Shushing your protests and profanities now as his left hand still easily held your body flush against his desk, his right hand now grabbed hold of his equipment and running it leisurely through your folds, coated himself well until your struggling ceased and a different type of movement began.  For it seemed your body still craved him despite what your mind led you to believe.  And he was nothing if not someone who aimed to please.

Teasing you, and perhaps himself, a little longer now until your begging finally sent shockwaves towards his own overstimulated package, his length sliding home now in one powerful thrust made both of you realize a startling truth that would have to be discussed at a later and more rational time ... neither one of you was complete without the other.

Oh sure, this was just sex and the more time you spent around each other the more you argued about the smallest of things.  But moving back against him now as his cock thrust deep within you, hitting all those delicious spots only Ransom ever could, both you working together and egging each other on was what made you the perfect fit for each other.  You challenged each other.  Fought to push the other higher and farther than either could alone.  Forced each other out of your comfort zones because you alone saw the talent and potential in the other and couldn't stand to see it going to waste.

Hell, even finding a moment of clarity now when Ransom flipped you over onto your back and placed your legs above his shoulders as the tip of his penis kissed your cervix, you remembered clearly a recently forgotten memory of you defending the ass to a co-worker when you were sure your feelings for him had long since scattered on the breeze.  It seemed he wasn't as easy to get over as you had previously thought.

Leaving this thought behind however and coming back to the moment now as you begged Ransom to fuck you harder, the man groaned above you but nonetheless gave in to your demands without fail.  Pulling his length almost all the way out now before bending down to capture your lips, a devilish smirk gracing his features should have told you trouble was brewing but you didn't have time to question what it might be when his hand snaked down to touch the plug and a powerful vibration shattered your soul at the exact same moment Ransom buried his shaft within you once more.

Screaming to the heavens now as the man above you competed with the vibrating toy wedged firmly up your forbidden opening, orgasm after orgasm blended together just as yours and Ransom's voices did and by the time he had finished depositing his load within your lady garden, his promise had been fulfilled.  No other man would ever satisfy you after this and when you opened your eyes on the world once more, he would prove it to you all over again until the message got through.

You were his and he was yours ... from this breath until the last.

[strawberryforks]

better than hemingway // damian wayne x ironrot!reader

summary: you and your boyfriend have WEIRD sleep schedules, your nemesis is a bird, you’re a thief, and this is part one of a new series.

warnings: swearing, blood, violence, criminal activity (idk man, you’re not a good guy)

a/n: reader and damian are 18/19. requests are open <3 feel free to spam

word count: 1174

it’s pitch black in the apartment–all of the lights are off, and you, making your footsteps featherlight have no intentions of turning any of them back on. your boyfriend, who you’re certain is an insomniac is up at all hours of the night and the lightest sleeper you’ve ever met. it’s because of this that you two don’t usually sleep in the same bed. you were friends and roommates before you were anything more so aside from the occasional sleepover and exchange of clothes (damian has less sweaters then he started with, tee shirts too as you love to sleep in them) not much has changed. your room is still decorated with posters, flooring comprised solely of dirty clothes, empty water bottles, pins and stuffed animals, and his is still perfectly organised. you’re opposites and it shows. but in every way it counts? it doesn’t matter a bit. you creep through the hallway with your pastel pink slippers on. they’re fluffy and don’t click against the ground. you step over the creaky floorboards, having memorised them, and make it to the living room. your eyes have adjusted to the dark, so you look around, and when nothing is amiss, nudge the door open.

the bellman has retired for the night, so it’s up to you to let yourself out. and you do. after ducking into an alleyway you put on your suit and fish your phone from your bag before stashing it behind the green bin. “hey dae. esti called and needed me. i’m sleeping over.”

then, you send a text to esti, “hey girl. if damian calls you tell him we’re together. thanks in advance xoxo.”

god only knows why she was awake at 2am, but your phone dings and there’s a response almost immediately. “and if he shows up like last time?”

“spam me and tell him i went to pick something up at our fav 24 hour gas station. i’ll book it there and boom. anyways wth are you awake???”

“was bingeing supernatural. sue me.” (you couldn’t blame her)

“well try to get some sleep sometime. I’ll stop by tomorrow. for real. want anything?”

“would love a new necklace. not too memorable tho.”

“i was thinking icecream but sure. ly.”

you pocket your phone, sticking it into the most secure pocket in your suit. after glancing at the green bin to confirm that nothing’s visible–not your bag or damian’s sweater. your hands find purchase in the crevices between bricks, molten iron helps to stick your fingertips to the wall you scale. then , on the rooftop, the wind picks up. the night air is chilly, perfect foreshadowing for the crime you’re about to commit. no, you’re not going to steal ice cream. that’s tomorrows problem, a cone is only $3, and the woman who runs the shack is the sweetest ever. it’s more tempting to gift her things than to take from her.

you run across the roofs until you reach your destination. then, you lower yourself down to the ground and make quick work of the doorknob. “someone hasn’t been robbed before,” you muse, pins slotting around easily, latch clicking open. shouldering through, a grin splits your face as you look around. everything is dusty and allergies are a bitch, “ACHOO!” your sneeze startles a cat, and the tortie stretches out and walks over to you, angling to be pet. the pet flops down and when it isn’t given the expected attention–hisses and walks away.

after stuffing a few watches, some costume jewellery, a wooden beaded necklace, some first edition books (damian’s birthday was coming up and they would make great gifts so long as no one made a huge deal about them being missing), a map (it looked cool) and just about everything behind the glass wall you broke with a few well places thumps of your fist. finishing up your haul, he arrived.

just in time because what was a night without your nemesis making his incredibly irritating presence known.

robin. fucking robin.

he’s your nemesis. nope, you couldn’t get batman so there’s a teenage boy, nearly as unhinged as you are, tailing you and constantly foiling your plans. (you’re a teenager too, but still, it’s embarrassing) even this heist he interrupts and you weren’t even doing any real damage. this excursion was more for fun than anything and he was here to ruin it. “how many times are we going to have to do this?”

“well, until you give up, obviously, bird boy. and you’re a persistent little shit, so forever, probably?”

“or until i send you to arkham.”

you snort, “good luck with that.”

he unsheathed his sword and lunged. you rolled to the slide, dodging his blade but–the sack slung over your shoulder split, stolen items spilling out. he wasn't trying to cut you–just your score. goddamnit, you could be dense sometimes. robin picked a book up, “you enjoy austen, do you?”

you scoff, eyes wide as you look at his other hand. the other items are all over the ground, some underfoot but he managed to save the books from being damaged. good, because you wanted them for your boyfriend. “better than hemingway,” you throw a ninja star, one you’ve forged yourself, and send it sailing his way. robin sets the books down behind a desk and you take note of their precise location, scooping a handful of discarded loot into your pocket. esti was going to love that necklace. you stuffed it down the front of your suit, sliding across the floor and ducking under another swipe of his sword. something pierced your suit and you winced–it wasn’t even robin, just a fucking splinter of something you’d broken earlier. springing back up, you crafted another ball of iron and threw it his way, the molten liquid glowing orange. when it landed on the wood floor and began to smolder, you had your distraction. you decided to come back for the books later and robin attempted to smother the growing flames. “you should get that checked out,” he said, slapping an old sued jacket over the glowing orange and red. you looked down at your thigh, at the piece of glass sticking out of it. it was larger than you’d thought. “and check myself into the hospital so you can find me? no thanks.”

“or pull it out and die. either works for me” he slams the jacket into the flames again, in an attempt to smother them. as it’s working, you decide to make your leave, sprinting through the door and down the street.

you stop by the alleyway, grab your belongings and actually head to esti’s. she’ll patch you up and you’ve got something to pay her with–the necklace.

[caelwynn]

Caelwynn's Mod List for Stardew 1.6 - Gameplay/Quality of Life (pg 1)

Page 1. Page 2. Page 3.

Grandpa's Farm — optional farm map available with Stardew Valley Expanded. Pretty much the only map I play with.

More New Fish — adds 140 new fish all across the map.

Cornucopia More Crops — adds over 90 new crops and 35 new trees. I moved to this when PPJA did not get updated for 1.6.

Cornucopia More Flowers — adds over 40 new flowers and 5 new flowering trees to the game. Again, moved to this after PPJA was discontinued.

Advanced Save Backup — an absolute godsend. It makes a back-up save at the beginning of each play session and at the beginning of each new day. Note: if you're tight on hard drive space, you'll want to periodically go in and trim down your saves.

Auto Animal Doors — automatically releases your animals from the buildings at a set time each day, and then locks the buildings back up at another set time.

Automatic Gates — for those of us too lazy to open/shut gates.

Better Friendship — adds a bubble above the heads of NPCs informing you if you've spoken with them today and what in your current inventory they might like to receive as a gift.

Better Ranching — adds a bubble above the heads of farm animals informing you if they need petted and/or milked/sheered/whatever.

Chests Anywhere — access your chests from anywhere on the map, or from select locations as set up in the config.

CJB Cheats Menu — a GUI to access various console commands. I mostly use it to freeze time while decorating or to warp to certain locations prior to unlocking the minecarts, because with as many expansions as I have, it takes for-freaking-ever to walk everywhere.

CJB Show Item Sell Price — shows a tooltip telling you how much an item (or stack of items) would sell for.

More Warp Points (CJB Cheats Menu) — adds in warp points for various expansions.

Event Lookup — canNOT live without this one. Allows you to lookup what heart events are available that day, and what time/location you need to be to trigger them. If you go into your social menu and click on a character, you can also see which of their events you have/haven't seen, and if you want to see the requirements for a heart event, you can click on said event for it to list the requirements.

Generic Mod Config Menu — sets up a GUI in-game to allow you to set up config files for your mods.

Happy Birthday — gives your farmer an actual birthday in-game. NPCs will wish you a happy birthday and give you gifts. Some people will even throw you a party!

Harvest Seeds — gives you a configurable % chance of getting seeds whenever you harvest your crops.

Integrated Minecarts — adds additional minecarts around the vanilla map and to different expansions where applicable.

Lookup Anything — for those of us tired of constantly using the wiki (or who have so many mods the wiki is no longer accurate), this pulls information from in-game.

This mo-fo has gotten insanely long, so you can find page two here.

The Masterpost for all of the mods is located here.

[cabinofimagines]

Totally NOT improvised birthday

A/N: Happy birthday Ash hope this saves you from the saddies -Danny

Words: 1,319

Usually, the Argo II monthly meetings are a casual thing, no one ever has plans in advance as to what they'll do once they're there. So it's pretty damn weird when you show up with a whole cake, a massive bag of snacks, and decorations.

"Cake!" Percy approaches to help you with the stuff. "Nice."

"What's all that for?" Frank asks with curiosity.

"My birthday," you replie casually.

Leo chokes on his drink while Annabeth stiffens in place, everyone else lets out different types of replies in various levels of panic and feigned exclamations of "Right, Frank! It's their birthday, don't tell us you forgot!" Everyone except Jason, Nico, and Will, of course, they all had marked the day in advance.

"Happy birthday!" Jason approaches with a sweet smile and gives you a crushing bear hug and a birthday bag.

"Thank you, man!" You smile happily, dropping the snack bag and the decorations on the table.

"We need tape!" Percy quickly gets up and walks to the door. "I'll get it!"

Annabeth grabs her cap and puts it on, instantly disappearing. Piper pretends to take a phone call and leaves while Leo rummages inside his tool belt. Hazel stretches a hand behind her chair and pulls literal treasure from the ground while Frank fidgets beside her trying to come up with something.

Nico and Will approach you, giving everyone else time to recover. Nico goes first, handing out his carefully wrapped present. He encourages you to open it—mostly to give everyone else a chance to find something—and inside you find a bag of rock-shaped chocolates of different colors and sizes and a whole new limited-edition deck of Mythomagic.

"Rocks!" You smile. "Thanks!"

Will goes next and hands you an envelope. "I thought it'd be nice to stretch out the celebration for another day."

"What?" You tilt your head in confusion and take a peak inside the envelope. "Ohhh!" You pull out three tickets to the newest Broadway show you once mentioned you were interested in watching. "Will!"

"Don't even," he brushes it aside. "Sponsored by dad, he says hi and happy birthday, by the way."

"Tell him I say hi back and thanks a lot!" You look at the tickets again. "There are three tickets here..."

Will blushes and clears his throat. "Yeah, I uhm—I don't know if it's okay with you, like, you can say no if you want to, but I thought we could go together?" He signals at you and Nico. "Like... us."

Nico gives Will a look but his boyfriend pretends not to see it, smiling at you bashfully.

"Oh," you feel fuzzy inside but quickly brush it off before getting the wrong idea. "That's really sweet that you want to escort me, thank you."

"Don't say it like that," Will laughs, though it comes out a bit too loud. "It's more like... a hangout. Right, Nico?"

"What he said," the boy says plainly, a light pinkish blush on his face.

You open your mouth to reply but someone storms into the rec room, screaming and stomping his hooves down the stairs. "I HEARD SOMEONE'S A YEAR OLDER TODAY!"

Hedge shows up at the foot of the stairs and happily makes his way to you, roughly patting your back and rambling about how small you were before and how proud he is that he's seen you grow (he literally never saw you as a child).

His present is a pocket knife and a survival guide that looks suspiciously hand-made by the satyr, but you can appreciate the effort, and it's a really cool gift anyway, so you smile and thank him for his presents.

Jason is next, and his gift makes your jaw drop to the floor as you open it, it's the official plushie of that one blorbo you've been yapping about for the past six months. "Where did you even get that? It's not supposed to be out for another two months!"

"I know a guy," he winks at you grinning. Then he pulls out a birthday card. "This is from Bobby, he couldn't make it but sends you his best wishes."

"This is awesome, Jason," you squeeze the plushie in your arms and hold the card carefully. Nico and Will look a bit pouty for a moment, but you overlook that.

"Sorry for that! It was my girlfriend, I had to pick up," Piper reenters the room, holding a large stick in her hand. "Here's your present, Y/N."

"A stick!" You beam, taking it from her very carefully. "My favorite!"

"It's not just any stick," Piper smiles, adopting a dramatic tone. "That is a friendship stick, Granpa says we give those to our closest friends to represent we are branches from the same tree."

"Why didn't I get a stick last year?" Leo frowns.

"Not now, dude," Piper mutters.

"That's so sweet and original," Will says with a knowing smirk. "I really like how that stick looks made exactly from the same wood the tree outside the Big House."

"All wood looks the same, Will," Piper states curtly.

"I disagree."

"Tape!" Percy returns holding the small roll. He also has a plushie shark under his arm with a blue ribbon around the chubby head. "Happy birthday, Y/N!"

When he hands the plushie, you can feel the slightly damp texture and you pause. "Is this wet?"

"It's part of the charm, don't question it," Percy replies without facing you, picking up the decorations and hanging them around the room.

"My plushie was better," Jason mutters, also picking up a few decorations.

"HA-HA, this is not a competition, superman!" Percy says tensely, then mutters. "If it were Nico would find the way to cheat..."

"For the last time, it was a fair tactic—"

"Happy birthday, Y/N, here's a crystal to make sure the stick and the damp plushie aren't haunted," Hazel gives you a nice lavender rock that you happily put next to your chocolate rocks.

"My present didn't arrive on time," Frank blurts out anxiously. "Amazon misplaced it. You know they hate me there."

"No worries, Frank, I get it," you smile innocently.

"Well, anyway, you got the lame presents out of the way, here's mine," Leo hands you something that looks very much like an explosive. "Why don't you open it like, over there, away from us?"

You stare at him a moment, but Leo would never actually murder you, no matter how much he threatens to do it, so you shrug and walk over to the table where you previously left the cake. "Sure."

Everyone gives Leo nervous glances while he keeps a smile on his face, which isn't really calming since he has a very unnerving grin. You press on the switch, and from the bomb erupts a massive amount of colorful confetti that spreads all over the table and the floor.

"Ohhh fun!" You exclaim.

"Oh, thank gods," Leo mumbles, his shoulders falling with relief. Then he raises his voice. "See? Now it's a real party!"

Piper puts some music on and everyone gathers to get cake, and play board games, Annabeth comes back after two full hours claiming she was upstairs in the bathroom.

"It's lady stuff, Valdez, stay out of my business," Annabeth snaps after the boy tries to question her. "Anyway, happy birthday, Y/N."

She gives you a properly wrapped present—in the newspaper, because eco-friendly—and inside you find one of the books you've been dying to buy for the past year, hardcover and collector's edition.

"Wow, guys, I wasn't expecting all of you to have presents for me," you smile big, looking at all the cool stuff your friends gave you. "This is the best birthday ever!"

Everyone shares slightly guilty looks but say nothing, giving you a second round of hugs. Jason makes sure everyone writes down the date before leaving so this doesn't happen again.

[sealofarchives]

Headcanon mini-scenario: Last Minute Valentine's Day

I didn't have time to work on a valentine's day themed oneshot so most of this won't be edited (separate)

Raph

Used to help Mikey with getting materials for valentine's days cards during their turtle tot days. But, mostly spends the day checking and fixing on the teddy bear plushies he stored in a box or a few in his room

Usually spends a day or two, making your gift and for the others before Valentine's Day

Always worried if you don't like the gift (even for birthday gifts, but you responding with a grin after seeing it, slowly gets rid of the doubt.)

Sometimes wears pink since the color goes well with red

Very happy when you get him a gift but gradually becomes a blushing mess if you suddenly ask him for a kiss

Leo

He's aware of the day but, has mixed feelings since Splinter always bingewatches a marathon of rom com movies (The red slider turtle often tunes out and tries to hang out with you, so he can keep his mind off of the boring films)

Still sort of the last minute type of guy, usually getting Mikey's help with a gift

Tries to play it cool if you give him a gift (still ecstatic about it by the time you go back home)

Sort of prefers, just walking around the block and light conversations if you decide to tag along with him

Has a photo album on his phone with you and him themed towards Valentine's Day

(Donnie is the only one that knows this after fixing his phone from a dare. Because Leo forgot to set the photos to hidden. But, he still gives some subtle advice for more fun photo ideas. Sometimes, following it if you wanted to check out a new place.)

Donnie

Mostly busy until one of brothers, April, or you mention that day

Sometimes plan a week's in advance making something for you. Often handwriting on a piece of paper with pen in cursive. You usually get more descriptive poems from him.

(He mostly uses one sentence for platonic valentine cards for his brothers and April. And sometimes, April teases him about it. Which he often shrugs but, still waits for your reaction to said poem)

He had a few gifts going past the valentine's day deadline, so most of them are on hold (but, ends up forgetting about it so he tries to keep the gifts simple for future notice)

He definitely have a sweet tooth for chocolates but, likes dark chocolate the most

He kept most of your valentine's day gifts (usually papers and small trinkets) in his desk (thankfully the only way to get it open is through his voice activation password but, he set on that day so... he's still not the best with thinking up creative strong passwords lol)

Mikey

Its either arts and crafts or following a recipe to heart themed food

More excited if you want to join him on the fun

And if you had some unpleasant past experiences from valentine's day, he totally gets it. And will focus on making sure you're comfortable around him

Usually asks for your opinion, if he can't decide on two choices (example: making chocolate hearts or creating cheesy valentine day cards)

Always love gifts that are from the heart or thought put into it

[djinarocks]

It was Elodie's birthday (26th November) and Elodie was very happy. Bolok sent her a message that he wants to have a dinner with her. Her friends, on the other hand, actually knew about her birthday but they actually kept it a secret so they can surprise her. The Burlesque Girls acted like it's a normal day. Elodie was slightly upset, she thought that her besties forgot about her birthday. Jeanne and Heloise kept making excuses that they have some work to do so they both tell Elodie to spend time with Ines and Madelline. In reality, Jeanne was preparing a birthday cake for Elodie with the help of Heloise while Ines and Madelline were assigned to keep Elodie busy. So Ines, Madelline and Elodie went in the shopping mall while Jeanne and Heloise were preparing a birthday cake. After shopping, three girls went to Elodie's apartment and out of nowhere, Jeanne and Heloise came with a cake and presents. Four of the girls congrulated Elodie's birthday with each of them having their gifts to Elodie. Jeanne prepared a birthday cake, Ines gave her the Blu-Ray DVD of Suspiria (1977), Madelline bought her a new dress and Heloise bought her a book to read. Elodie's eyes were full of tears of joy and the whole group celebrated.

Much later, Lucien took Elodie out to the restaurant and gave her flowers as his gifts to her. Elodie also wore a dress that Madelline bought her as a birthday gift. After finishing their date to the restaurant, the two were back in Elodie's apartment. During their time spent in apartment, Lucien made his love confession to Elodie, asking her if she would be his girlfriend. Telling her that he loves her the way she is and that he's not pervert like other guys in Elodie's life. Lucien was a bit nervous, thinking Elodie would reject his advances. In the end, Elodie gladly accepts Bolok's feelings to her by having their first kiss together.

Elodie, Jeanne, Ines, Heloise and Madelline (mentioned) all belong to Me.

[elena-of-avalor-polls]

ROUND ONE RESULTS

The winner is bolded.

Matchup 1 - The Spirit of Avalor VS The Legend of Los Tres

Matchup 2 - Our Chance VS Welcome to Avalor

Matchup 3 - Unspoken VS The Most Royal Man

Matchup 4 - Welcome to the Future VS Fit to be Queen

Matchup 5 - Your Spirit Guide VS Sister Time

Matchup 6 - Movin' On VS The Wisest Wizard in the World

Matchup 7 - In the Glorious Now VS Give Me a Shot

Matchup 8 - Ready to Rule VS More Than Your Magic

Matchup 9 - In the Spirit of Love VS That's What Sisters Do

Matchup 10 - To Be In My Club VS Pick It Up

Matchup 11 - The One and Only VS Avalor Birthday Song

Matchup 12 - You Gotta Sing VS Our Mighty Jaquin Cry

Matchup 13 - Only One Will Remain VS Familia Forever

Matchup 14 - Let Love Light The Way VS Choose or Lose

Matchup 15 - In Her Honor VS Happy To Be Alive

Matchup 16 - Never Too Late VS Guiding Light

Matchup 17 - Magic Works Like A Charm VS Steppin' Up

Matchup 18 - Hanukkah Night VS Feel Free To Have Fun

Matchup 19 - The Bros Are Back VS The Way We Do Navidad

Matchup 20 - Give It A Whirl VS The Captain of the Guard

Matchup 21 - The Gift of Night VS You Must Persist

Matchup 22 - More VS Wings Up

Matchup 23 - Something Special VS Chocolate Oh So Sweet

Matchup 24 - It's Up To Us VS Potion

Matchup 25 - Make Them Proud VS With Everyone

Matchup 26 - By My Side VS A Big Deal

Matchup 27 - Sweetheart's Day VS All You Need And More

Matchup 28 - Girls' Day VS The Bright Light of the Ball

Matchup 29 - The Perfect Girl for Me VS Royal Friends

Matchup 30 - Got It Down VS Cast A Spell With Me

Matchup 31 - Long May She Reign VS Best For Our Guests

Matchup 32 - Put Your Mind To It VS Theme Song

Matchup 33 - This New Day VS A New Tale

Matchup 34 - Don't Look Now VS Something in the Air

Matchup 35 - Fix Anything VS My Time

Matchup 36 - Something I Would Never Do VS

Forever

Matchup 37 - The Right Thing To Do VS Hand in Hand

Matchup 38 - Way Back When VS Speak

Matchup 39 - Avaloran Lullaby VS A Little Bit

More

Matchup 40 - Play It Your Way VS The Art of the Steal

Matchup 41 - In Charge VS Armando

Matchup 42 - When Tito So Sweetly Sings VS Home for Navidad

Matchup 43 - The Magic Within You VS The Perfect Guy For Me

Matchup 44 - Chasing Down The Wind VS Choose Your Path

Matchup 45 - Sweeter Days VS Home For Good

Matchup 46* - Love Always VS Our Time

Matchup 47 - The Four Shades of Awesome VS Fallin' Like A Rock

Matchup 48 - The Bright Light of the Ball (Reprise) VS The Festival of Love

Matchup 49 - Never Get Away VS Everything’s Fine

Matchup 50 - Top Banana King VS I Am Grown Up Enough

Matchup 51 - You Can't Catch Me VS The Great Unknown

Matchup 52 - Blow My Top VS Hearts Full of Cheer

Matchup 53 - Chief Daddy VS How We Love You

Matchup 54 - The Wonder of Me VS Make Them Proud

*Both songs advance to the round 2 since they’re tied.

The list of matchups for the round 2 will be posted tomorrow.

[spiteless-xo]

MISS TIFF im so late to your selfship game but i still wanna know!!!! what kind of dates do you and eren n jean go on? what would they do if another guy hits on you?? what kind of flowers do they buy you?? i LOVE tiff+jean and tiff+eren i cant wait to hear more!!!

spicy selfship asks

omg tysm for asking!! dw i love talking about my lil guys 🥺

dates!

with jean, dates are always very elaborate and planned out days in advance. he's got a table booked at a fancy restaurant, a new outfit picked out for the night, and maybe some fun activity planned for after dinner as well, like ice skating or mini golf. he always treats date night like he's still courting me, rather than us being together for however long, so he pulls out all the stops to make it memorable and romantic.

eren doesn't really plan dates unless it's for a special occasion: valentines day or an anniversary or birthday. eren and i are always sitting on each other's laps any moment we're together, so he doesn't really feel the need to plan out any elaborate "date" when we're already together all the time. although, he loves going out and running errands together. dropping by at a cafe for a little treat on the way or maybe checking out a pretty park nearby, going for an impromptu hike because this trail sounds cool and he packed our stuff in the trunk, just in case. to him, these aren't dates, they're just "hanging w his gf". and also, every once in a while, we'll bail on some plans we have with friends last-minute and just hang out together and watch tv and order takeout.

jealousy!

jean gets really quiet when he's jealous. he'll see someone hitting on me from afar and suddenly his jaw is tense and his hands are balled up into little fists. he would never intervene because there's a part of him that's insecure about our relationship, so he's waiting for me to run off with this other random stranger and leave him alone, but i never do. (and he will absolutely make out w me sloppy style when i come back to his side after being hit on. "that guy was being so creepy to me" is all i have to say and suddenly jean's tongue is in my throat and both hands are grabbing at my ass)

ummmm, eren's not like that. eren will see someone talking to me and immediately he'll rush to my side and give the other person a murderous look. he will make this person feel so uncomfortable for even daring to look in my direction and won't relax even long after the other person leaves. eren will be angry at me for getting hit on. he'll get it out of his system and go back to normal after he's completely split me in half with his dick 💀 and then it becomes a joke. "remember when that guy thought he had a chance with you?" or even "hey, why don't you ask your little boyfriend to help you?" and he refuses to acknowledge the fact that he was so jealous he was shaking.

flowers!

first off, a bit of tiff lore!! but when i was younger, my dad passed away, and i got so many flowers and bouquets delivered to the house, so now i always associate flowers with death and grief and i don't actually like receiving flowers as a gift. i appreciate the gesture, especially from people who don't know that fact about me, but.......... i don't like flowers lol

jean knows this about me, so he gifts me candy or chocolate or stuffed toys instead. after dating for a while and getting sick of candy and having waaaaay too many stuffies in my room for a woman my age, i tell him to cut it out and find something else to get me instead. so this is why he plans all of the elaborate dates and experiences, rather than gifts.

eren also knows this about me, but he constantly forgets. he will get me roses on valentines day and an assorted bouquet on our anniversary or my birthday. he will remember several days later (usually when armin or mikasa mention something to him) and then make it up to me by buying something else--usually jewelry. it takes a while, but eventually, eren starts remembering on his own so he sticks to getting me jewelry for special occasions. always emeralds to match his eyes or gaudy heart-shaped necklaces that i would absolutely never buy for myself. (it takes him a while to realize that i also am not a big fan of jewelry, so then he just gets me lingerie because "i don't know what you fucking want!" and so he can tear it off of me and have an excuse to buy more)

[saturnscode]

PART 2: Too old to be a kid, too young to be an adult.

“Fuck,” he says under his breath.

Porchay is not a lucky person. Good things don’t happen to him, ever, and even though his brother had a rough time for most of their lives – to be more precise: the entirety of Chay’s life –, things were getting better. Not improving but slowly starting to take place.

He doesn’t call ‘being-raised-by-his-brother-because-their-parents-died-at-a-very-young-age’ bad luck, it was just hard. His hia never got to live his own life and Porchay felt guilty about it until he was old enough to understand.

So, when P’Kinn appear in his brother’s life it was a like a breath of fresh air, for both of them. Finally, someone cared for him and was able to protect him, finally, someone loved him the way his hia deserve and Porchay thought he could loosen up a bit, he could do things he would never dare in the past in order to not make things harder for Porsche.

But now his hia had P’Kinn, who would always remind him to eat and take vitamins, he would rush to him if he was sick so Porchay didn’t have to, he would take them to dinner and show real interest in the younger brother. He would also buy his brother expensive gifts that Porchay only dreamt to get him. And Porsche was happy, so incredibly happy Porchay felt like he could finally breathe.

And he did. He let loose a little bit.

He would sneak out with Macau to go to parties and drink, he would dance with strangers and have his first kiss under neon lights with some random guy for a dare. And it was fun just acting without thinking not worrying about things, dancing and screaming without being anxious about tomorrow because he knows no one will barge into his house looking for money, he knows he can go to school and eat tasty food without feeling guilty.

And even when he had this new freedom his brother wasn’t aware of, Porchay wasn’t stupid. He knew his limits and so does Macau who was his designated caretaker for night outs.

Porchay also discovered that he was attractive. He caught people’s attention. He would get free drinks and compliments without doing much. That makes him feel good, it gives him some type of power he never really got growing up. So he took advantage of it, he kissed cute boys and danced until his feet hurt, he would let people chase him and maybe he would make fun of them, but they wouldn’t mind because they only wanted one thing, and so did Chay.

And it was all fun and games until he decided to be stupid enough to play around at his brother’s birthday. It was selfish and thoughtless of him. Everything since that night has felt like his bad luck has come back.

His brother was upset, but not with him, with poor P’Kinn who had nothing to do with anything. And Porchay tried to talk to him, to explain to an extent that wouldn’t affect him, but it didn’t work. His hia wouldn’t pick up calls or meet with his boyfriend and that terrified Chay, not because he could lose what they had now but because he didn’t want his brother to fall back into the void he was before he met P’Kinn.

Porchay didn’t think things could get worse, until this very moment.

His day has been uneventful, same boring classes with the same boring faces. Hand homework and eat plain food at the cafeteria with his best friend. Nothing out of the ordinary happened until they step outside at the end of the day and he saw him, waiting for him outside his faculty. Arms crossed over his chest, leaning on his motorcycle, looking at every face coming out of the building through his sunglasses was his bad luck back. Stronger than ever.

Kim Theerapanyakul.

Damn him and his ridiculously good-looking face and slim body that made him lose focus two weeks ago and sent everything to hell. Damn Chay for being so stupid to give in to his advances and guide him directly into a trap that backfired for everyone.

But he refuses to make the same mistake, so he took Macau by his shoulders and hides behind his back, slightly turning him over to face Kimhan so he couldn’t see him.

“Chay?” he struggles as he tries to turn around to look at the boy.

“Where’s your bike?” Porchay whispers behind him, peaking over his shoulder.

“Parking lot. Why?” Macau asks, giving up completely and just standing there.

Porchay was probably the best thing that could’ve happened to Macau since P’Pete, he made his days brighter and he’d made him softer, he was truly grateful to have met him but there were times, like this moment, when Chay would just exude trouble, like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode and this was one of those times.

“Take me home,” he says firmly.

“What?” Macau turns around and Chay ducks down avoiding his gaze. “P’Porsche hates when you ride my bike.”

“It doesn’t matter right now!” he whispers, exasperated.

Oh no, trouble.

“What did you do?” Macau asks, slowly crossing his arms on his chest.

 “More like who…” Porchay is already turning his back as if he pretends to crawl to the parking lot.

“What?!” he yells this time, grabbing the collar of Chay’s shirt.

“I’m kidding!” he raises his hands as he stands up, “I’ll tell you everything but first, we need to get home.”

Macau nods and Chay lets out a relieved sigh but before he could even give his best friend a smile he notices the dark-haired man is no longer at sigh. The car is still there, almost mocking him like it’s waiting for Chay to get inside but no one is around and for a second, Porchay thinks Kim is inside just about to drive off.

But then, again, Chay is not a lucky person. So it doesn’t surprise him when Kimhan appears behind Macau out of nowhere. It’s almost like it was expected and he took too long to pull off the magic trick.

“Porchay Kittisawasd,” he says behind him with the deepest tone Chay has ever heard.

A chill runs down his spine and he can feel his cheeks getting warmer. He’s doomed. But just as he’s about to say something, Macau turns around recognizing the voice if the frown on his face says something.

“Kimhan?!” he exclaims, tilting his head to the side as if seeing him there wouldn’t make any sense. And it doesn’t, he shouldn’t be here. “What are you doing here?”

Kim looks at his cousin and then back to Porchay but he decides to ignore it just as he’s been doing with the rest of the family. He starts approaching the boy that has caused his headaches for the last few days but Macau stops him, extending one hand and pushing his chest.

“I have something to talk about with your little friend here, move.” He’s not even looking at him, his eyes are fixed on Chay and the younger feels like he can’t breathe or even move.

“What do you have to do with him?” Macau faces him and that makes Kim look at him, giving Chay time enough to try run out of there.

It doesn’t take him far. Chay is not a very athletic person, he’s a musician, an artist. So it takes Kim two steps and one extended arm to catch him and hold him close to him, his arm over his shoulders holding his back close to his chest. He was caged. Porchay squirms and pushes his arms but the grab is tight and he gives up when Macau is about to intervene.

“What are you doing? Let him go.” He sounds mad and Porchay knows what will happen if he doesn’t stop this.

He always knew about Macau, they were in the same high school but they never talked to each other, there wasn’t a reason for it, Chay and Macau were very different at the surface. It wasn’t until P’Pete – his hia’s best friend – decided to finally introduce his boyfriend that hell broke loose. Apparently, the Theerapanyakuls weren’t too fond of each other so the cousins weren’t happy when they found out they were dating a set of best friends.

It took time to keep things civil, to make the reunions friendly and chatty even when they were all pretending – Hia said that eventually they’d stop and they’d be genuinely glad to be in each other’s company – so to make this go smoothly, P’Pete thought it would be a good idea for Macau and Chay to meet. Porsche was against it at first, but after meeting Macau and seeing that he was just a kid – a ruder and more aggressive –, he could find a resemblance with his younger brother.

So he let them be. Macau was reluctant at the beginning but Chay was good with people, he was charming and warm and he tore down Macau’s walls. They became confidants, they would exchange stories and between those stories were the Theerapanyakul cousins. After everything that happened on his hia’s birthday, Chay could finally place a face in those stories and he knows this will end badly if he doesn’t know anything about it, so he gives up and accepts his destiny.

“It’s okay, Cau,” Porchay says, stopping struggling and just resting his back on Kim’s chest. “I’ll go with him.”

“What?!” Macau is confused and it’s understandable, Porchay never told him what happen two weeks ago. “Why?”

“I’ll tell you everything later!” Kim huffs over his head and turns around, walking towards his car. “Promise!” he yells as he’s being dragged. “Don’t call Hia!”

“He doesn’t need to,” Kimhan whispers as he pushes Porchay inside his car and turns around to open the door on the driver’s sit.

-

The car ride is quiet. No one dares to make a sound, Chay doesn’t even dare to look at him properly.

Porchay used to be shy. He would stutter and move around when people would stare at him intensely. He would play with his hands and his voice would get higher. But that had changed eight months ago after he found this new ability in him that he didn’t know he had. He could get people nervous too and he loved it.

But right now, he couldn’t even move from his sit. Kimhan Theerapanyakul is mad. He could tell by the way he’s holding the steering wheel so hard his knuckles are white and how he’s clenching his jaw, so Chay decides to stay quiet, at least until they reach whatever place the guy beside him has in mind.

Which appears to be Yok’s bar. Porchay feels his stomach drop when he parks right outside his brother’s former place of work. Why are they there? Chay needs to think fast because he doesn’t have an idea of what’s waiting for him inside. Why come back?

Kimhan is not a patient person. It comes with the privilege of being born with a silver spoon in the mouth. He has never had to wait for anyone or anything and people can tell. Porchay can tell just by looking at him, standing next to the door and tapping the street with his foot as he looks intensely at Porchay still inside the car. So, before he would come to get him himself, Chay decides to step out.

The older leads the way and Porchay walks in as if it’s the first time he has come here. Behind the bar, Yok waits for them with an open laptop. Chay swallows.

The place is empty, obviously, it opens at 7 and it’s barely 5 in the afternoon. The sunlight still manages to fill the place from the open windows at the sides of the room, it feels warm inside but having Kimhan walk next to him at a hasty pace with a look on his face it’s cold as ice, the muscles of back contracted under his brown jacket, making him look a little taller than Porchay, so he decides to check him out.

He still has the sunglasses on when they walk in but Chay stays behind, looking at the back of his head, his hair in a failed intent of a ponytail, his shoulders looking wide and stiff, his arms at his sides, and his hands turned into fists. Kimhan is hot, that’s common knowledge. People still talk about him even when he finished his studies a year ago, he has seen pictures of him in panels and promotional posters but he never really cared enough to learn his last name, maybe he should have, if he did he could have saved them all of this mess.

That night, two weeks ago, he didn’t recognize him at first, not until he was right in front of him. No one really talked about‘P’Kim’wearing glasses so, at a distance, he just looked like a hot college student. When Chay laid eyes on him, when he saw him face to face, he couldn’t believe it. What was he doing in Yok’s bar? He’s known for clubbing in the richest part of the city but he didn’t question it, he just wanted a taste of what everyone fantasizes about.

Which turned out to be a little bit of hell for both of them.

But he has to admit that their kiss has been replaying in his mind since then, even when he has tried so hard not to. He can still taste him on his lips, feel his hands on his waist and hear his breath in his ear. He hates the fact that he lives up to his reputation and Porchay thought that he could play along. Maybe he can, he approached him first after all.

He shouldn’t be thinking all of this, not if he’s trying to make hia forget about the whole matter without having to admit some things about himself that he would rather keep to himself.

Porchay shakes his head. This is not the place nor the time to be remembering what happened at the back of that alley, especially not with Kim near at hand and Yok eyeing them both the second they stepped into the place.

“Mr. Theerapanyakul,” she says with her joyful voice. Porchay smiles just looking at her. “I presume you’re Nong Kinn’s little brother?”

Kim’s jaw clenches. That seems to bother him.

“I called you earlier for something.” He says with a deep tone and threatening eyes. “I will reward you for it, don’t have to worry”

Yok doesn’t flinch.

Oh, poor Kimhan.

Chay bites off his smile before Yok pushes the laptop aside and crosses her arms over the bar looking directly at him. Her expression has changed entirely. She looks irked like she’s dealing with a rebellious teenager and not an intimidating young man.

In all the years Porchay has gotten to know her, he has never seen her scared. Chay is not dumb, he knows how dangerous this part of the city is, he knows what his brother used to do before meeting P’Kinn, and he also knows that fights break all the time in the business when you deal with criminals and alcohol. He also knows that Yok always keeps a bat under the bar.

“I agreed to do you this favor because you’re Kinn’s little brother and because you’re bringing my baby with you but let me tell you something pretty boy, I already saw the video and I don’t think it will do much for you.”

With that, Yok walks to Porchay and holds his face before kissing both of his cheeks and asking him with her eyes if everything is okay at which Chay nods, because it is, so she nods in return, telling them she’d be at her office at the back. Porchay agrees to call her if he needs anything and watches her walk to the back of the back.

Kimhan huff and takes the open laptop, turning it over to have it displayed in front of him. A video file is open and Porchay feels his heart drop to his stomach when he recognizes the back of the alley on the screen.

Since when did the bar install cameras?

Kim smirks as he playfully takes off his sunglasses and plays the video. Porchay can feel his cheeks warming up as he waits for something to happen. It takes the longest two minutes of Chay’s life for the scenery to change and the door finally opens, Porchay can see himself walking out and Kimhan holding the door for him before coming to stand in front of Chay and hiding him in his frame after that one can only tell they’re kissing by Chay’s arms on Kim’s shoulders but nothing more.

The video it’s taken far away and there’s no audio. Whatever Kim was hoping to find with this video, he obviously didn’t get it. Porchay wants to laugh but he stops the video the second he sees his brother open the door, and turns to look at Kimhan.

“Fuck me, then.” He says to himself but Porchay can’t help but feel a shiver running down his spine.

Kimhan walks behind the bar and picks up a bottle of whiskey and pours himself a drink. Porchay frown as he sees him walking back and sitting in one of those tall chairs and drinking the whiskey at once. Before he could grab the bottle again, Porchay makes him turn around in the chair and struggles as he positions himself on his lap.

“What are you doing?!” he sounds mad but his hands help him stabilize holding his waist, “get off.”

Porchay should be scared. The tone of his voice and his gaze would be enough to scare anyone but he decides to put the strands of hair that falls on his face behind his ear and grab his waist with his legs. Something by the way he swallows tells him he wouldn’t dare to do anything to him. It could be because of his brother or maybe even Porsche, but something in his eyes tells Chay that it could also be for him.

“I already explain to Hia and P’Kinn.” He says slowly as if he’s talking with a kid, one that has his hands on his tights. “Why are you so worked up about this, P’Kim?” Chay asks, “P’Kinn said you’re always getting yourself in trouble.”

Porchay looks at him genuinely curious as his fingers wander on his face, making Kim close his eyes and let out a breathless sigh, “What is it this time, huh?” the younger scoffs, “Did P’Kinn take your credit cards?” he laughs and Kimhan tries to take him off of him, but Porchay hugs his shoulders and he tights up the grip on his waist with his legs.

“If Kinn already knows but he’s still mad at him that means this time, he is truly…”

Kimhan stops himself as if the mere idea of saying it out loud is worse than the thing itself, he avoids Chay’s eyes but he doesn’t need to look at him to know exactly what he’s thinking, what he feels because it has been his greatest fear too.

P’Kim fears he has disappointed his brother.

“You wouldn’t understand,” he decides to say and tries to push him away once more. “Get off.”

“But I do,” Porchay says in a whisper, gently touching Kim’s cheek to make him turn to look at him, “I don’t know what P’Kinn told you about us, but my hia took the role of raising me when he was a kid himself and I’ve been trying so hard to not do anything that would upset him, anything that woulddisappointhim.”

When their eyes meet again, Chay knows that’s exactly how Kim feels, his eyes have softened up and his lips are partly open like an invitation and Porchay decides to take it, slowly diving in.

“Kinn, what the fuck am I looking at?”

Before Porchay could even recognize his brother’s voice, his butt hits the floor and Kimhan is standing next to him.

“This is not-,” Kim hurries to speak only to be cut off by his brother

“Did you call us to meet you here because you wanted to show us what exactly?”

P’Kinn is wearing a grey suit with a white shirt with two buttons open under it, he has his hands in his pockets, and a tired look as he approaches Kim, and Porchay hurries to stand up but Porsche is already grabbing him by his side.

“Stop!” Porchay yells because he has lost control of the situation and he can’t let this go any further. “I have something to tell you, Hia.”

Before Porsche’s hand reaches his cheek, before he could even ask if he’s okay, Porchay starts talking. He tells him about the nights out and this new power he has discovered; he tells him about knowing Kim from rumors and photos but not knowing anything about his relationship with P’Kinn, he tells him about dragging Kim outside that night and how dumb it was. He tells Porsche no one seduced him, no one tricked him to follow him, and he tells him he was not at disadvantage.

And when it finally sinks in and Porsche looks at him again, Porchay feels like a piece of him is broken because his hia is looking at him in a way he has never done before. As if he doesn’t know him.

“I’m an adult, Hia.” Porchay whispers, tears filling his eyes.

“Yeah,” he says avoiding his glance, “you’re barely eighteen but you’re an adult now.” He turns to Kim, then and Chay holds his breath. “Sorry for all that-”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Kinn says grabbing his arm.

“No, we were antagonizing him when he was trying to show me that my little brother is not who I think he was,” he says looking at Kimhan before turning to his boyfriend. “Your brother is a spoiled asshole and my brother has been lying to me all along.”

“Hia,” Porchay cries out extending his arms to grab his brother’s wrist, making him turn to look at him.

“Are you really crying? Or are you putting up another show?”

“Porsche-” Kim tries to step in but stops when he sees the way older Kittisawasd looks at him.

“That’s enough, you’ve proven your point, you don’t need to come anywhere near my brother if it’s not necessary.”

And with that, Porsche drags Chay out of the bar. Porchay tries to hush his whimpers as his brother opens the back door of his boyfriend’s car and waits for him sited next to the driver’s seat. Ten minutes later, he finally comes out and starts driving to their house. No one says a thing and Chay feels like suffocating.

He finally did it. He made his worst nightmare come true.

*

It takes a month for things to go back to normal or the closest that they could get to that. They talked after the third day Porchay spent crying locked in his room because his hia refused to talk to him. Porsche told him then that he wasn’t upset that he was partying and meeting people, he was upset because he lied to him, he never told him he wanted to do those things, and because he was afraid of everything and everyone because no one loved Chay as much as he does and he didn’t want him to get hurt, because he couldn’t protect him.

Porchay apologized and cried until he had no more energy or voice in him, and slowly, it got better.

-

Kimhan has been feeling uneasy.

It’s new to him, he doesn’t think he has felt like this before. It’s strange, he can go on about his day completely normal, and then, out of the blue, he would feel like a heavy weight fell on his shoulders or he would feel this pressure on his chest that would make breathing a little hard. Maybe it was anxiety or the fact that he has been so busy lately that he couldn’t even take a couple of minutes to smoke a cigarette.

He also finds himself worrying in the middle of the night, keeping him from sleeping, it didn’t matter how tired he was. Kim couldn’t find a reason, mainly because he chose to ignore every time the same pair of doe eyes that appear when he closes his eyes, or that cheeky smile and rosy cheeks that make his fingertips itch.    

Everything was settled. He didn’t need to go around shaking things up with whatever was going on inside his mind. Kinn called it an unfortunate event that everyone was so desperate to put behind and act as if never happened. And Kim should be doing the same, but it’s almost like it’s out of his control, his face would randomly pop up in his mind and he would force himself to think of anything else.

So he did as the rest of the family did.

The younger brothers were caught up in a make-out session at the back of an alley? Yeah, never happened.

Kim certainly never tasted Porchay’s lips and found them incredibly sweet, his fingers never touched his soft cheeks and he never wanted to bite them, his hands never held his waist and his ears never caught him panting. And over all those things, he never heard Porchay consoling him, he never saw him genuinely cry in front of his brother because he didn’t want Kinn to be disappointed by the spoiled brat of a brother he has.

He just has to forget everything, there’s no point in reliving an incident everyone wants to leave in the past. Kim knows exactly why; he knows his older brother well enough to know he’s building a life with Porsche in the center of it all. This is not just a relationship, this is his future and Kim should not mess with it.

So he ignores it, his thoughts, his craving, and the eagerness he refuses to acknowledge. But everything goes to hell when Tankhun barges into the big salon one of the days he decides to visit the family house and announces the Kittisawasd will be joining them for dinner at Kinn’s birthday in three days.

Kimhan clears his throat and tries to not show interest the moment the last name leaves his brother’s lips but his neck turned to him before he could even register the information.

Kinn’s birthday dinners were excruciatingly tiresome. They were more of business meetings in some salon at one of their hotels, a lot of important people would attend and Kim would have to wear a very uncomfortable suit for around two hours before he flees. But this time, the dinner will be held in the main house and it will family only.

Maybe now his father would realize how serious Kinn is about Porsche, not like he looks for his approval but it’s more like recognition. Kim just hopes the evening goes well, seeing Porchay again has nothing to do with the way his heart starts to beat a bit faster.

-

It’s kind of ridiculous the way Kimhan keeps staring at the door waiting for people to come in from the dark corner in the salon that he has chosen to hide for the rest of the night when almost everyone is already there. He even sees his cousins walk in and he rolls his eyes before sipping his drink.

“Cousin,” he doesn’t see Macau approaching him until it’s too late to avoid him.

“I thought this was a family-only event,” Kim says without even looking at him, fixing his glasses over his nose.

“Your sense of humor is as nonexistent as the reason you wear those glasses.” The youngest of the Theerapanyakul caste says with a smile on his face and Kim has never wanted to punch him more than at this moment.

Maybe Macau knows that he can’t misbehave tonight.

“Get lost,” he whispers back with a smile on his lips.

“You know it’s your fault P’Porsche doesn’t want me to hang out with Chay alone anymore,” he whispers back and Kim can tell he’s mad.

“They never should’ve let you hang out with him in the first place,” Kim tilts his head to the side and then, something incredible happens in the room.

The door opens again and Kinn walks in with the biggest smile he has seen on his face until now. He’s holding Porsche’s hand and guiding him inside with Porchay following close behind. Vegas and his boyfriend walk to meet them in the middle and Tankhun run to them, hugging Chay tight enough to steal all the air in his lungs. Macau has disappeared from his side and now he’s grabbing Chay’s arm and dragging him to the other corner of the room.

 Kim watches the scene play out and he realizes that for the first time since their mother died, the big salon of the main house feels warm and content.

-

Kimhan and Porchay are sited at opposite sits of the table and he doesn’t know if it was intentional or just happened that way. Their father is at the head of the table and strangely enough, he’s smiling, making questions, and even laughing at something Porchay said but Kim couldn’t catch. If a stranger would walk in, they would appear to be the perfect family, all in sweaters and easy smiles, eating dessert and drinking white wine.

After everyone finished eating and left the dining room to return to the big salon, Kim started to receive curious looks from the guests, both his family members and Kinn’s friends. He pretends he doesn’t notice as he plays with the drink in his hand but he knows what all of them are thinking. Why is he still here? By this time, Kimhan would have already bailed from his brother’s celebration, especially if it was held in the main house.

But he couldn’t leave, not just yet at least.

Macau has been stuck by Chay’s side the whole night and Porsche steals glances at his brother from time to time, making it almost impossible for Kim to approach him. But then Porchay looks in his direction and then avoids his glance when he realizes Kimhan is already looking at him so he finally decides to finish his drink and walk to where his cousin and the youngest Kittisawasd are standing.

Kimhan rests his arm over Macau’s shoulder and he turns to him with a disgusted look on his face which he chooses to ignore. He’s not even looking at him, his eyes are fixed on Porchay’s face and if he didn’t know better he would think the blush on his cheeks is because of him and not the four glasses of wine that he’s been drinking. Not that Kim has been counting.

“How’ve you been…Macau?” Kim asks without even sparing a glance at his cousin.

“Huh?” he answers.

“Did I tell you, Macau, that everything is fine with Hia now? Not like before but we’re getting there. Rebuilding trust and all that.” Porchay says, touching Macau’s arm, making him turn to look at the youngest.

“Yes, you did.” He answers almost like he’s making a question, “after crying for like a week and then being grounded for like a month.” He can’t say another word because Chay hits his stomach with his elbow making him lean in holding his waist. 

“It was only three days.” Porchay smiles patting Macau in the back.

“I’m sure Macau is glad that everything worked out in the end,” Kim says, softly, fixing his glasses again as he looks down at Chay, ignoring his cousin coughing, almost gasping for air.

“It’s not like you’re not allowed to talk to each other, jeez!”

And now everyone is looking at them. Porchay has his eyes wide open and Kim feels that maybe it’s time to leave, so he does. He nods at Chay and then to his brother before walking to him and wishing him a good rest of the night. Kimhan avoids Porsche’s eyes as he exits the room and goes to the garage for his car.

He doesn’t notice the smile on his face until he arrives at his apartment.

*

It wasn’t Porchay’s intention to go out tonight. It wasn’t his plan when he told his hia he was going to Macau’s to spend the night watching movies and playing games, it kind of came out of nowhere and now they were in this underground exclusive club Macau got access, something that won’t be repeating itself in at least the next two years, so they had to go. And there they are, drinks in hand trying to walk in between the sweaty and intoxicated bodies before the artist of the night performs.

“This is like a whole show,” Macau screams in his ear so Porchay can hear him over the music. “Even celebrities perform here.”

Porchay is excited, maybe sneaking out from Macau’s room on the second floor will be worth it. People start screaming when someone walks up on stage with a microphone on hand and a charismatic smile. Chay doubts him to be the artist of the night but cheers with everyone else nevertheless.

“And now…” The announcer says loudly into the microphone with a smirk on his face, “to make all your little fantasies come true, the house’s favorite rockstar… WIK!” and then, he steps down the stage.

“You have to be kidding me,” Macau huffs. “All the trouble for this?”

The lights go off and everyone holds their breath.

“Why?” Porchay whispers to Macau, “you don’t like him?”

His best friend turns to look at him in shock. “You don’t know who WIK is?”

“I don’t think I have heard him yet,” Chay says, shaking his head in confusion.

“Oh, Chay,” Macau puts an arm over Porchay’s shoulders, “We both know who he is.”

The lights go on with a strident noise and then, in the middle of the stage, Kimhan Theerapanyakul stands tall and proud. His hair is down and his glasses are gone. He looks majestic, unreachable and now Porchay can understand why people in his university keep talking about him, why they haven’t moved on. Looking at him in that colorful tank top and that silky black shirt over it, he’s breathtaking and his brain may have stopped working because he can’t really tell what’s happening in his surroundings, he doesn’t feel a thing, he doesn’t hear a thing until Kim lifts the microphone to his lips.

When he starts singing, Porchay thinks he could lose his mind. If he turns around and tells anyone that he has kissed this man, that he has sat on his lap and played with his hair, no one would believe him. Right now, he doesn’t even believe it himself.

He knew Kimhan graduated from the music department but seeing him like this on a stage moving around, dancing to the beat, and singing the words almost like whispers is making things to Chay’s body. He feels tingling from his toes to his ears, his throat is dry and his hands are itching. This WIK persona is intoxicating and Porchay feels drunk without even haven’t taken two sips of his drink.

Chay can’t take his eyes off the stage in front of him, so he doesn’t really know when Macau disappear or if he even let him know where he was going but now he’s surrounded by strangers and one of them has his hand on his hip and they are moving to the beat of Kim’s song, one he hasn’t heard before. Well, he hasn’t heard any of WIK’s songs before, and for some reason, he feels grateful for that because now he’s lost in the music, in Kim’s words and the melody that makes him feel like floating.

His knees feel like giving up when Kim screams‘Baby, it’s you’in a high pitch, making Chay feel warm everywhere. The stranger's hand wanders over his chest and his waist but Porchay doesn’t seem to care, he leans into his body and holds his weight by the back of this man’s neck and feels heavy breathing on the crack of his neck where it meets his shoulder and then sloppy lips at the back of his ear. For a second, Porchay can swear he locks eyes with Kim.

Porchay closes his eyes and Kim’s voice fills up his mind as this stranger turns him around and catches his lips in a rough kiss. Chay lets him have his way for a few seconds before slightly punching him away and turning around, to look at Kim. The stranger hugs his waist and sings Kim’s songs back to his ear, but his voice almost insults the man they have in front of their eyes.

The next couple of songs passes in a blur. Chay feels like a fifteen-year-old in a concert and he even pouts when Kimhan leaves the stage, letting the air in his lungs out as if he was holding it the whole time. The colorful lights are gone and the generic club music plays on but Porchay is still on a high, too much energy in his feet and his fingertips to do something other than jump around with everyone else.

The stranger positions himself in front of Chay with a grin. He’s not bad looking but after seeing people like the Theerapanyakul, no one else can compare. He does looks around his brother’s age, he's muscular and tall, his back is big enough to cover all of Chay’s frame and, somehow, that excites Porchay so he keeps jumping, singing whatever song it’s playing right now.

The guy entertains Chay for a couple of minutes before grabbing his wrist and dragging him away from the crowd and around the club. Porchay is still a little dizzy from the sudden movement but he can recognize any hall that leads to the restrooms, so he pulls the guy into a kiss, leaning his back against the wall. He is not thinking of going further tonight.

Porchay feels his hands trying to go under his shirt and his tongue trying to break the barrier of his teeth and he starts to feel uncomfortable. He pushes him away but he doesn’t catch a hint, instead, he kisses his cheeks, leaving a trace of saliva and scrapping the skin of his cheek and neck with his stubble.

Before he could put his hands on the man’s shoulders to get him off of him, he’s been pulled away and smacked into the wall in front of him.

Kimhan is shorter than the nameless man but he manages to lift him from the collar of his shirt. Porchay is still trying to catch his breath to make any sense of what’s happening at the moment. He cannot see Kim’s face but he can see the grip on the green shirt, he can see his messy hair and his muscles through his silky shirt and Chay doesn’t know what he’s feeling right now.

“What the fuck, man?” he struggles but can’t break apart Kim’s grip, “this won’t look good on you if I go online to tell everyone about it.”

“And you making out with a minor, does?” the man open his eyes wide and looks at Chay in surprise.

Kimhan drops him to the floor and gets up going back to the club.

“I’m an adult,” Porchay says under his breath.

Yes, he did want the man off of him, but that doesn’t mean he wanted Kim’s help, much less if he was going to act like Porchay is a defenseless kid that has no idea where he is.

“Huh,” he scuffs, “Yeah, barely.” He laughs, dusting off his hands as if they got dirty from touching that man, “does Porsche know you’re here?”

He turns around and Chay wants to smack himself in the head for gasping. Kimhan looks gorgeous all shiny from the light coat of sweat on his face, his red lips, and his hair all over the place.  Porchay can see his silhouette under his clothes and he wants totouch. But he swallows to keep his mouth busy and doesn’t spit out gibberish.

“You’re just like Hia,” Chay accuses and Kimhan frowns, “but you’re not my brother, so leave me alone!”

For the first time since he has met Kim, he’s scared. The way he’s looking at him, the way he’s approaching him, Porchay wants to step back but his back already touches the wall. When his hands cover the whole of the back of his neck, lifting his head to look at him, Chay feels a shiver run down his spine and suddenly, all of his body is warm.

“What are you doing here, huh?” he asks, his thumb pulling his abused lower lips. “Are you trying to make me lose my mind?”

Porchay frowns because he doesn’t understand.How could he possibly do that?But he does the only thing he can do when Kim gets so close that their chests touch. He shakes his head as he squirms between Kim and the wall but he doesn’t move an inch.

Then, Kimhan’s glance changes, the anger slowly leaves turning into something else, and if Porchay didn’t know better, he would’ve thought it was longing. But his grip loses enough to caress his cheek and Chay’s heart starts beating too fast for him to catch up, so his brain doesn’t register what comes out of his mouth.

“You were amazing up there,” is a whisper and it’s delivered right on Kim’s lips making him smirk.

Of course, he knows he is.

“Yeah?” he smiles, “Did you like it?”

Porchay nods fervently, biting his lips and Kim rests his head on his shoulders letting out a quivering sigh.

“I didn’t know,” he says shivering when he feels Kimhan’s breath over his neck, his jawline, his lips. “You were WIK.” Chay closes his eyes the moment Kim hugs his waist, pulling him impossibly closer.

“Did you know about WIK?” Kim asks and his lips finally touch his cheek. Porchay shakes his head and grabs Kim’s silky shirt into his fist. “Which was your favorite song, Chay?”

“The first one,” he answers and maybe he’s dreaming just like all the other nights he has found himself dreaming about Kimhan. Perhaps none of this is real and he has free will to do as he pleases.

Kim stops the butterfly kisses all over his face and Chay opens his eyes, he doesn’t realize he’s pouting until Kimhan chuckles and pulls his lips apart with his thumb.

“And why is that,baby?”

Porchay whimpers and they both freeze before Kimhan gives up completely, grabbing Chay’s head and bringing it closer until their lips collide. Porchay opens his mouth and welcomes all of Kim in, he intertwines his fingers in his hair and pulls. Kim’s hands are warm on his back and Porchay leans closer craving everything that Kimhan allows him to have.

It’s embarrassing the way he’s behaving right now, he’s all crying and messy, pulling clothes and hair but wanting Kim closer, he whimpers and squirms and calls his name when Kimhan starts kissing his neck and his shoulders. Porchay feels small and soft even when Kim is not that much taller than him. He grabs his face and pulls him closer to kiss again.

“Oh, shit.” But then, he hears Macau’s voice and pushes him away with every bit of force he has left in his body.

“This is not what you think,” Porchay rushes to say, all swallowed lips and shaky hands.

“This is exactly what you think,” Kimhan says beside him, hoarse voice and deathly stare. “Now get the fuck lost.”

And Macau reconsiders but the screen of his phone lights up and a worried look takes over his face, he turns his phone to Chay.

“P’Porsche has been calling me for the last forty minutes,” Chay feels his heart sinking. “He called P’Pete because you weren’t answering and he went to look for us in my room.”

Porchay holds his breath. “We’re fucked.” Macau nods taking Chay’s wrists and pulling him but they’re stopped by Kim.

“Wait,” he breathes out, his eyes looking at every corner of Porchay’s face.

Chay smiles at him, softly, secretly before pulling him in for a last kiss.

“Later,” he says and then he lets Macau drag him out of the club.

[marvelgirlstories]

Hi, I'm finally back!!!

This is a Tom Holland fluff alphabet, because why not???

SFW

Warnings: None (I think)

Tom Holland,

Fluff Alphabet

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

He loves your personality. Everything about you make him smile and he will immediately tell if something is wrong.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Yessss! He would love to, but only if you want to. He will wait as long as he needs too.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He almost always big spoons you, unless his has had a bad day or is feeling sad.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

They are always very cute and fun. They are normally very spontaneous, he will only ask you weeks in advance if it's your birthday or something like that. He will always make sure you want to do what you are doing and often knows how to base dates of your mood.

E = Everything (You are my___ (e.g. my life, my world)

You are my life.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

You met through filming for marvel and became best friends. He realized it somewhere along the way. You were always has a crush on him but was to scared to ask.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

This man is the king of gentleness! Always makes sure his is not hurting you and you have everything you want.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

As said before, you became best friends I instantly. He loved you.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Although he tries not to show it, he does get jealous, but calms down a bit if you reassure him, you love him.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

First kiss was very sweet. You were both just hanging out and talking, when you noticed him staring. "What?", you asked. "Nothing. I just really want to do something.", he replied. You had no idea what he was going to do, so you said,"Do it." And so he kissed you, although it took you by surprise, you kissed back just before he was going to pull away.

As for how, he loved to put his hands on your waist. You would normally put them on his neck.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

He said it while he was away. He had sent you a voice message and accidently said it at the end. He didn't regret it though.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Probably when you met his family, because you got along so well. (You got yourself 4 new best friends (Harrison, Harry, Sam and Paddy))

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

He will spoil you loads, but often with surprises. Like one day, you would get a letter in the post and it would have a plane ticket in it. Once you were in LA, he would take you anywhere you want to go. He also took you to the set of the movie he was filming. He would buy presents for occasions, like birthday, anniversary or national girlfriend day. (Sometimes if he wanted to give you a gift anyway, he would just Google what day it is, than give you one for "World Lemur Day" (28. Oct).

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

I feel like he would like green??

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Darling

(My) Love

Sweetheart (only if you are behaving the exact opposite)

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

He is a big family person. He loves it when you get along with them. I mean you always do, but he is still very happy and proud.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Netflix and chill. Like loads of cuddles. Just in bed.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

He knows what you want in different situations and will make sure that you have it. Also cuddles always help!!!

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Different things. From your work to his work, to what's on the TV and what shall we do tomorrow. You guys never run out of things to say.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

He just loves it if he gets to lay down on you, you play with his hair and you talk to him. He will almost always fall asleep.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

He doesn't really show off. Sometimes he will do a little PDA in Public to show someone you are his, but other than that nothing.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He proposes after a lovely date on your anniversary. He made sure to ask your parents first, but they love him so of course they said yes. You were at the beach and he pointed out some birds to you. When you turned around he was down on one knee.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Umbrella by Rihanna and Jay-Z

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Before he did, he would often think about it and hope that you said yes

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Not at the moment as he has Tessa, but in the future a dog as well!

Hope you all like it! I'm hoping to post Stole my heart Part 3 on Monday or Tuesday and until thenI will try and post other fanfics.

See you all tomorrow 💕🩷💞

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[winderlylandchime]

I feel like I have to keep you updated for these last few days and 70% of that is because I unfortunately made you all aware of my brothers existence and the other 30% is because he bullies me into telling stuff to his new ‘homies’. But also soooo much happened that i immediately thought to myself ‘i know a few people that would like to hear all this’ and my brother shared the same thought. So I apologize in advance for any spam that will happen in the next few days but I will also try my best to put it all into one message.

So first of all: MY BROTHER IS OFFICIALLY CLEARED UP TO GO HOME!! His tests all came back amazing so he is officially going back home on Sunday. Ngl the feeling is bittersweet because who is going to wake up half of the neighborhood with Sandstorm now and get stuck trying to climb a fence and force 50-60 year olds into watching qaf with him? And he’s taking the cat with him as well. Rude.

Anyway! I wish you guys could’ve seen him go into his lasy check up, he brought chocolates for everyone and got them each a card with personalized messages to say thanks for taking care of him. He was all happy and sweet, it was like a kid on Christmas. And then towards the end of the check up, one of the nurses was like ‘hey (his name), we actually wanted to give you a little something, to remember us by and also as a goodbye since you’re going home’ and they gave him a gift and guys, this shit was so freaking cute! They first got him some snacks he loves (he always came to the check ups with snacks and was offering them to all of the staff), but they also got him a penguin plushie (context: when he first came for the surgery, they told him to bring his pajamas from home since he will stay for a few days and he rolled up with two different penguin pajamas cause it’s his favorite animal..again this man is a grown 36 year old) And the plushie has the exact same scar on his chest/stomach as my brother does from his accident. And the surgeon goes ‘i made sure that they were identical, that way you’re no longer one of a kind’ because after the surgery when they showed him how it looked he was all high on meds and went ‘not gonna lie, this looks badass but fuck now i really am one of a kind and all alone.’ So the surgeon sewed the plushie to make it look the same. It was actually adorable as fuck! And my brother was all teary eyed about it. And then!!! the nurse goes ‘there’s one more thing inside and you have to check it now.’ And she explained that the nurse who knew about qaf (from when he ripped his stitches) is also a big part of this last gift. And it was a card and on the front it said ‘you’re cool but we really hope to never see you again’ (its kinda like a thing they say there bc it’s trauma department or whatever). Also sidenote: Did you guys know there’s a greeting/birthday card you can buy online that allows you to record a message and design the cover? So when you open it, it starts saying the message or whatever? Me neither. But apparently the nurses knew about it. So he opens the fucking card and Lover’s spit starts playing and all that is inside is a picture of Britin from the end of 3x14 where everyone is celebrating and they hug (Brian is like hugging Justin but he’s looking over him somewhere). And they go ‘you talked so much about that episode we figured it was fitting.’ And then they explained that the nurse who knew about the show helped them find the photos and everything and even fought them to make sure Lover’s spit is used since originally they wanted to put Cue The Pulse. And that nurse eventually won the “fight” because they remembered that my brother went on a whole speech when he watched 3x08 about the reunion scene. And my brother on the verge of tears goes ‘thank fuck cause this is way fucking cooler. No offense’ And that’s literally all there is in the card (well and all their signatures on the opposite side from the photo).

And then after the check up as we are leaving, the surgeon goes ‘well I think I can honestly say, that i will never ever have a patient like you ever again’ and my brother obviously took that as a compliment and went ‘well duuh, every other patient is boring compared to me’ and guys!!!! We were leaving, my brother is almost out the door, I’m already outside the office and the fucking surgeon goes ‘oh (his name), by the way, you were right. That proposal was ridiculous and the finale really did suck. In fact if it was up to me? I’d erase the entire last season.‘ and he’s like smirking at my brother and my brother (and me too ngl) is SHOCKED! And he starts stuttering and goes ‘you..you knew the show this whole time?’ And the doctor goes ‘don’t be ridiculous. I didn’t even know it existed but after your 3rd spiral over it, I had to check it out to see what the big deal was about it’ and then my brother was like ‘why didnt you say anything? We could’ve been buddies over it this whole time’ and the doctor walked up to the door and goes ‘Exactly’ and then he just slowly closed the door while waving to my brother and my brother was just standing outside the door not moving for so long, i had to drag him away. And he walked past the nurse and goes ‘he watched it!’ And the nurse goes ‘oh yeah, he came in one day and was like “you know that show (his name) is always talking about? Well my wife and i watched it and holy shit’

The whole car ride home, we were both in absolute shock. Him more but that’s because only one of us was giving full speeches and rundowns about episodes to the doctor. And as for the card? You know that scene in Easy A, where she keeps opening and closing the birthday card to hear the song? That’s what half of my Wednesday looked like.

Dear sweet anon and brother anon! I am so happy he’s cleared and discharged. That makes me so happy!

I am beyond surprised that the doctors and nurses all got him presents. Admittedly, any surgeries I’ve had have been done outpatient except for when I was 8 and 13, and with follow up only with my doctor so I don’t know what is common these days. But their presents! Those weren’t generic, we give these to all the patients, gifts. The penguin! With the matching scar! The card with the photo and Lover’s Spit! I’m dying.

And. The. Surgeon. Watched. Qaf. Like all 5 seasons. I am deceased. Ofc he didn’t tell your brother until the end. (Your poor brother has all these people doing things behind his back while he’s watching this show. He’s going to develop trust issues.) But he has all correct opinions.

Wait. As I’m typing this I realized. A trauma surgeon (if I understand correctly) watched prom and 201. He must have opinions about Justin’s injury and recovery. Wait. I have some questions. How comfortable does your brother feel calling up the surgeon and saying “so I’m tumblr famous and this rando girl who is equally obsessed with QAF wants to know what you think the long term effects of the bashing would be on Justin.”

I am just as shocked as both of you about this turn of events. What a way to start my Thursday.