#congrats kid you’ve grown up

[lotus-pear]

even worse to that dazai kinnie — I do Not Want to be like dazai but everuone who i have met ever who knows of bsd has called me dazai. i am an entp who is lazy but smart and teases people w dark brown hair n big black eyes. everytime i say “im gonna kms” i get told “pack it up dazai” WHAT DO I DO . HOW DO I END THIS TORTURE…..??!

i feel like the reason everyone gets called a dazai kinnie is bc that stupid whore is just so relatable💀

maturing is realizing dazai acts the way he does for a reason

[suempu]

THE EVENING TAX?!?! are you kidding that’s sooooo cuteeee💕 if you have any more Laios as a parter headcanons I’d love to hear them!!!

we first gotta find out “how do i bag this man?” cause he’s HARD to get. this man is oblivious as fuck (when it comes to romance or just interactions in general)

you really gotta put your pants on and tell him straightforwardly.

“laios, i would like to pursue an exclusive, monogamous, ROMANTIC, relationship with you.”

you got him, congrats.

let’s start this with the fact that he’s incredibly loyal. he loves so deeply and he adores with all his heart.

when he loves you, oh he LOVES loves you. laios is a gentle person, but being in a relationship with a person he genuinely cherishes and not some assigned fiancé? this man will give you his all (once he actually knows what to do)

being with him will be bumpy at first. it’s his first time having a partner after all, he doesn’t really know what to do.

in the beginning of your relationship, he might come off as neglectful since he won’t initiate anything with you. this usually results to the party (mainly marcille, with falin helping) lecturing him about romance.

“laios, i’m cold. i heard body temperature can help you keep warm.”

“wait, let me light a fire instead.”

he has no experience at all, so be patient with him. if you express your concerns with him properly, he’ll think of ways to improve and to love you better.

if you crave affection and physical touch, it won’t happen right away. you have to slowly build up your relationship with him.

but, when you’re at that point where you two are comfortable with each other then thats where he really shines as a lover.

he has your traits all observed and noted down. he has a small journal filled with doodles of you, your likes and dislikes. you’re probably the next most interesting thing compared to monsters for him.

laios is very casual and chill. so let’s assume you’ve been together for a while, he will randomly rest his head on your shoulder, or put his hand in yours. thats when you both realize that he actually likes physical touch

he is very caring about your safety whenever you go dungeon crawling, he often places your mats next to each other just to feel closer to you.

while others dislike laios for his density, ehem shuro, you’ve grown to love him for it. he is a very simple man and you can’t fault him for it. plus you think he’s adorable.

once he turns king, he becomes very stressed and busy. one thing he likes to do is to lay his head on you while you read a novel to him out loud. the novel is a monster story of course, he’s still a nerd through and through lmao.

[anadiasmount]

now it's real - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: continuation of the "is this real?" parts! based on this request i received where jude gets the biggest surprise of all... can be real as a standalone also!!

wc: 1.6k | masterlist | jude's masterlist

psa 🗣️: hiiii!! when the anon asked me to do this I HAD TOOO!! you can find part one and part two here of the "is this real?" series! the fic has an insta au and story included all in one, like always hope you enjoy! 🤍

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↪️ jobebellingham: i second guess this 👍

jobebellingham: 'its a german shepherd dog!' congrats you two! ❤️

user473: STOPP HES SO CUTE AND FLUFFYY

username33: aww :(( what's his name??

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user22: baby face!! he is so adorableeeeee

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ynusername: he's just a baby, let him be!! 😡😡

↪️ judebellingham: i wonder who he learns it from?? he's literally attached to you.

gioreyna: #attackingjudetrainingclasses are going very well i seem??

↪️ ynusername: they are indeed 🤭🤭

user44: stop his little floppy ears ❤️

username245: his tongue peeking out white he sleeps 😭😭

↪️ ynusername: just like jude fr 😂🤍

jobebellingham: why does he kinda look like you??

↪️ judebellingham: bc he's my kid obviously 😒

↪️ ynusername: our kid ***

username282: stop he has grown sm since the last time we saw him!!

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“you know duke, if this is positive you’ll be a big brother right?” you say biting your nails, sitting in the carpet and scratching behind his ears, your words making him tense and bark. “yep. means you’ll have to protect another human, but it means more treats!” you say excited his tail wagging.

“i’m scared… this is scary duke… if i’m pregnant i don’t know how i’ll tell jude,” you frown, feeling duke set his head on your lap looking up at you. you had been feeling the symptoms for a month. constant nausea and headaches, taking naps earlier than usual, duke following you everywhere when he didn’t need to, or getting protective when someone came near you.

you had also missed your period, realizing that when you look at the box of pads/ tampons under the sink. you felt the random wave of emotions, the tiredness and aching back even after having a nice and relax day. all you needed was the test to confirm it. to confirm your worries and feelings.

as you felt anticipated, something inside you also felt panic. carrying a baby for nine months, the labor and delivery, the long road of recovery and now taking care for two. you’ve wanted to be a mom as long as you could remember, but now that reality was hitting, it made you overthink.

overthinking if you’d be enough for you and your baby, also jude and duke. being supportive even during the hard times especially now with jude. any traceable though ran through your head. but despite that, you were ready. you were young, had a stable job, a perfect relationship, and supportive family and friends. it was the perfect time to go from a family of three to four.

duke huffed and followed you to the restroom, waiting by the door as you took a breath of nervousness and tapped your nails against the marble counter. you needed to be sure, so you took three tests to make sure they all had the same result. tears were already beaming in your eyes, before you could even remove the box on top the tests.

with shaky hands and now shivers running along your body, you saw the plus sign and the double lines. you struggled a laugh and broke into tears excitedly. grabbing three of tests and looking at them closely to ensure you weren’t dreaming or your head playing games with you.

“duke! we’re having a baby! a baby inside me now! now wonder you followed me everywhere,” you say sarcastic, leaning down and placing kisses on his head, tail wagging. “i can’t believe it… me and jude are having a baby,” you say breathless looking out into the room and already picturing a crib and small stand where diapers and baby towels would be.

you pictured jude sitting on the bed, reading a story, kissing their cheeks, tucking them to sleep, making them laugh until they squealed or snorted. you brought a hand to your barely bump, rubbing it smoothly and feeling a wave of confidence and excitement run through you.

“let’s go! we need to find a perfect shirt to tell jude!”

you ended up taking duke to a local pet store, picking out a small bandana that mentioned he was going to be a big brother. then going to a crafts store to get a box and some paint, along with some confeti strips to place inside. the last thing to do was find a small real madrid jersey and baby replicas of jude’s iconic red predator boots he wore for his games.

you decide to wait it along to see if jude could fit the pieces together. not drinking coffee or refusing wine when he offered when eating dinner. declining a sushi date and going out to eat at one of your favorite outdoor spots in the city. saying no to going on a hike because you were afraid of falling or getting hurt before you could see the doctor.

jude couldn’t even see right through it. understanding maybe you were busy or tired after being at work. or giving you a small frown when you had to say no. or give you a confused face when you randomly eat your cravings. if there was one thing about jude, is that he is the slowest person, so of course he didn’t see this coming.

“you got not only an assist but goal as well tonight baby,” you say kissing his hand as you waited in the taxi to go home. to say you were nervous was an understatement. you were absolutely mortified to tell jude but you figured today would be the perfect night. after a special night in the bernabeu, you figured why not tell him.

“i’m feeling very much proud and in the mood for some celebration drinks. what do you say hmm? we open a bottle of wine and cuddle? maybe in time for some celebratory sex?” he teased kissing below your ear making you squirm. “jude!” you say refraining yourself, heat building up your cheeks and chest.

“what? i’d love to celebrate with my beautiful girlfriend tonight, and i will because i not only had an assist but winning goal,” jude smirked reciting your words in a teasing and flirty manner, making you hit his chest shyly. “ok keep the act up… you know you want it too,” he said turning away looking forward where the fans yelled his name and cheered.

you leaned up and kissed his cheek, grabbing his face and whispering an “i love you.” jude was in a daze, completely enamored by your beauty. drowning himself into your eyes and bright smile. you had this new thing shining across you, it looked like a fresh glow of something new along you. "i love you y/n." jude places a kiss on your lips, leaving you lingering and out of breath.

"looks like a package come," jude remarks, grabbing the wooden box and shaking it to see what was inside. "from the stork company," you say with a smile. "stork company? i've never heard of that," jude says dumbfounded, grabbing the keys and opening the door. he set the box down by the kitchen island and brought his bag to the laundry room.

jude return to see you propped on the island swinging your feet excitedly. "what are you hiding?" jude says suspiciously, raising his brow and coming over to you. "nothing... are you gonna open it?" you point to the box, hand running down his box. you look at your phone that was hidden and propped nearby, jude eyeing you againg before going to open it.

the familiar butterflies and adrenaline runs along your veins, your hand coming to your bump, as you bite you lip watching jude fiddle with the opening. jude scrunches his face confusedly, taking out the confeti. "duke!" you call out who was already wearing the bib.

jude stops what he’s doing, seeing the infant jersey and tiny football boots. he lets out a laugh, smiling upside down as he takes the baby jersey and holding it out, doing the same with the red predator boots. he glanced around eyes landing on you. “is this what i think it means?” jude says with tears in his eyes.

you giggle and nod quickly, feeling jude trace his hand on your thigh and the other behind your head. “you’re serious? we’re having a baby, y/n?” jude needs the confirmation before he can cheer outloud. a bubble of joystick trickling down his spine as he sees your eyes glimmering. “yes jude… i’m carrying our baby right now,” you look down a hand on your bump jude intaking a breath of air.

jude doesn’t waste any second, kissing you all over your face, tears running down his face emotional, whispering how much he was grateful and thanking you repeatedly making you cry out harder. “i-i-i can’t believe it… we’re having a baby y/n!” jude cheers wipping his face and looking at duke who wagged his tail.

“and you knew about this duke? and you didn’t tell me?” jude leaned down, scratching his ears and reading his small bandana. “no wonder yo wouldn’t let me get near momma. always barking or growling when i wanted to kiss her. not cool man…” he says playfully looking at you still in a daze.

“now you have to protect her from gio and jobe okay? if you do that it means more treats,” jude says teasingly making the german shepherd bark and jump. “oh god,” you chuckle, hand coming to your forehead already picturing the banter and training sessions.

“our family is getting bigger,” jude approaches you and leans down, kneeling and raising his jersey up. jude places delicate kisses in your tummy, making you squirm and hold the back of his head, watching with a huge grin. “my baby in there… i’ll protect you with my life. i love you already, and i can’t wait to meet you,” jude whispered lovingly, hugging your waist.

jude holds your bump, looking into your eyes and feeling your smaller hand interlock with his. “the greatest gift you could ever give me is this, thank you y/n,” jude says wiping a small streak from your cheek with his free hand. “i want to hold our baby now,” jude says along your lips. “patience jude, we have forever to cherish and hold our little one,” you peck his cheek and nose. “love you so much jude,” you kiss his lips slowly, relishing the memory that will forever hold your heart.

“also where did you find those small predator boots?”

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username383: they’re going to be parents?? WERE GETTING DAD! JUDE???

user29: oh lord… i love this pregnancy announcement 🩷

sophiaamelia: congratulations beautiful! will be rooting for a boy!! how is duke taking it?? 😂💙

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user453: the way he holds her ☹️☹️

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[f2e5b1]

bitter orange — okkotsu yūta [1/3]

pairings. okkotsu yūta + f! reader/original character (main); past!orimito rika + f!reader; past!okkotsu yūta + orimito rika warnings/themes. mentions of death, jealousy, hints of obsession and possession. just a lil dark romance practice (which is barely any dark romance tbh who am i kidding) sprinkled with food motifs but i dont know what im doing im just here for the vibes :P mostly sfw with nsfw themes but nothing sexual bc im too scared to go down that dark path (also no use of y/n bc i started writing with an original name and it unfortunately stuck lawl... can be treated as either or it doesnt matter tbh i cant write anything outside of 2nd person anwyay) word count. 2.8k words nothing too crazy xd playlist. knuckle velvet by ethel cain; velvet ring by big thief; pure by cigarettes after sex; only in the dreams by the marias; be my mistake by the 1975; mary by alex g

it’s been a long time since i have seen my beloved. the moss has grown on that abetachibana tree

PART ONE: ichigo daifuku

Gojō Satoru tells you that love is the most twisted curse of them all.

He had said it in passing after your first solo mission, right as you were entering the car back to Jujutsu Tech before talking your ear off with his lame jokes. The mission had consisted of exorcizing a curse that had persistently haunted an abandoned apartment complex in Omotesandō, assigned to you by the higher-ups in accordance with your newly promoted rank as a Grade 2 sorcerer, having decided that a Grade 1 was doable enough for someone of your caliber. The curse itself wasn’t anything special, though, only repeating gargled confessions of its love to some ‘Chiyo-chan’—whoever she was—the whole time you were dodging its attacks, which was incredibly annoying. You liked your battles in silence, quick and succinct, but curses make that difficult to achieve.

Gojō muses it could have been a past lover, this Chiyo-chan—its love for her having cursed itself. You didn’t really care. If you keep up the good work, complete your required missions and get another recommendation, you could be ranked a Semi-Grade 1 by your second year, then a Grade 1 by your third and nothing else after that because unless you were someone like Gojō Satoru, then you are capped forever at Grade 1.

“So anyway—snacks you like?” said sorcerer asks, finally done with his previous tale. Something about an old coworker. “Mochi, senbei, or taiyaki? Personally, I'm a mochi ice cream type of guy!”

You look at him.

“Why are you here again?”

“... Is your memory that small, Ume? I was proctoring you,” he tuts, mouth turned downwards. “Congrats on the promotion, by the way.”

You shrug. “Ichigo daifuku is good, I guess.”

He smiles, wryly.

“You’re joking, right?”

+

The building facing your childhood home had been home to Orimito Rika, an unsuspecting property with a decent front yard and the occasional street cat or two often shooed away by her irate grandmother. “Mean granny,” you’d often call her, the insult drowned out by your hushed giggles as you played with your dolls. Rika wouldn’t say anything about it, wouldn’t dare verbally agree with you, but she would always nod her head down, the corners of her lips turned up too high.

You didn’t particularly hate the old woman, but there was a certain kind of satisfaction to saying it behind her back after all the times you’ve caught her looking at her granddaughter in unbridled scorn, your own little form of revenge. You could never understand how her only remaining family could look at her like that, not when Rika was so beautiful and kind; like the cherry blossoms during spring, falling gently along with the wind. Sure, she could be a little cunning at times, and none of the other kids at school liked her because “something’s odd about her, can’t you just hang out with us instead?”—but that’s what makes her interesting, right?

Rika isn’t weird, she’s pretty, and you’re the bee drawn to her. She’s only older than you by a year, ten instead of nine, but she always played with you, taught you how to make flower crowns at the park, and when you walked home from school she’d always hold your hand. Her smile is blindingly bright, the sound of her voice a song you couldn’t stop listening to. Selfishly, you wish it would always be the two of you together; playing with your dolls, walking home with your hands intertwined.

But when she came back from the hospital, so did Okkotsu Yūta.

You could never see what she saw in him; he was short and just a little bit pathetic, always trailing after her like a lost puppy at first. You could push him off the swing and he'd move on with a sniffle, the kind to give up the plastic shovel even though he desperately needed it to finish his sand castle because he didn’t want to fight a girl. He smiled shyly and hid his hands behind his back, looking at you like he was looking for your approval. Of course, you never gave him the time of day, because it felt like he had stolen Rika—your Rika. It was supposed to be just you and her, but that wasn’t the case anymore. Now there was Okkotsu Yūta, who held Rika’s other hand after school, who took away her attention from you so easily.

“He’s so cute, isn’t he?” she asks often, a light blush dusting her face.

“I guess,” is your reply.

“Ne,” she calls, presenting to you a small, black box. You look at it in apprehension, wincing when she eventually opens it. “What do you think of this ring? It was my mom’s. I’m gonna give this to Yūta-kun, do you think he’ll like it?”

The ring was immensely simple, a silver-colored band with a small diamond in front, glinting under the light. Nevermind the fact that it was too big for a child’s fingers to fit in, Rika presented it to you as if it held all the answers to the world. Although her parents were dead, and she had definitely stolen it from her grandmother’s dresser, the ring spoke full of promise. When she takes it out of the box and lets you inspect it, it feels heavy.

“... You really like him, don’t you, Rika-chan?” you ask, quietly.

Rika looks at the stupid piece of jewelry, painfully smitten.

“Mhm,” she affirms. “I really like Yūta-kun. I want to be with him forever! Of course, I like you too, Ume-chan. You and Yūta-kun are my favorite people in the world!”

You close the box, handing it back to her. When Rika looks at you expectantly, you realize then that you could never bring yourself to take that happiness away from her.

+

The koinobori flies.

“It’s so pretty!” Rika exclaims, eyes wide and staring up at the sky where the huge, windsock carp moves around. It’s bathed in all sorts of colors—from red to blue to white to green—dancing along the azure expanse in commemoration of Children’s Day. The weather is just right, not too hot nor too cold, and the wind caresses your skin gently, the sun not too harsh. It makes the color of Rika’s hair shine in all the right ways, adds more sparkle in her already bright eyes. She’s wearing a yellow sundress, a nice change from her usual blue one. The cream-colored hat you let her borrow covers her face with the shade, but her smile remains bright and blinding. She looks pretty.

She gives you all of her ichigo daifuku, and shares Yūta’s snacks. She doesn’t even like chimaki.

“Are you sure, Rika-chan?” you ask, looking at the two sweets in your hands.

She beams. “You like them, don’t you?”

You keep them with you until the end of the event.

The day passes by incredibly fast, your little trio having exhausted yourselves from running around the park alongside the other children. Yūta chases Rika around the park, and you watch them squeal and laugh at each other and hold hands. You watch them take a nap under the shade, their pinkies intertwined, and you watch as the ugly color of green blinds your eyesight. You leave them be.

Sometimes, you wish you’re the colorful koinobori flying in the sky. You’d let Rika hold on to you, let her fly and hear her amused laugh as the wind tickles her skin. Sometimes, you wish Yūta slapped the ring away from her hands when she handed it to him. Wish he stomped it on the ground and at the same time stomped on her heart. Wish he didn’t take it with a huge smile and agree that he’d marry her when they get older; he’s not the one who’d wait long lines just to get her the best ichigo daifuku, not the one who’d jump at the other kids when they so much as think of insulting her, and he won’t be the one who’d choose to stay with her when she’s all gray and old cause he’s a boy, and boys would never do that.

Sometimes, you wish he never liked her at all—because he never deserved her in the first place.

Okkotsu Yūta could never love Orimito Rika like you.

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He sits beside you at lunch.

Rika’s been bedridden for the whole week, which subsequently ruins your week. Yūta doesn’t seem to mind her absence all that much since he doesn’t see her a lot during classes anyway, but they’re supposed to be engaged. He should always be thinking of her, should be acting as miserable as you even at the unripe age of nine. He looks too okay with her absence when he shouldn’t be.

“What’s this?” you ask, pointing at the small bag of snacks he had placed on the cover of your bento.

“Hm?” he looks up. “Oh, it’s norimaki senbei.”

“... And?” you prod.

He tilts his head. “You don’t want it?”

“... I don’t want it.”

He looks at you thoughtfully.

“But you like them, don’t you?” he asks though he’s acting like he already knows, like you’ll take it regardless of what you say. It’s annoying.

You look at the seaweed-wrapped rice crackers—the stupid norimaki senbei—in mild contempt. “Why are you giving it to me?”

Yūta’s smile is small, knowing. “Because you don’t like sweets.”

You frown.

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She’s a sweet girl.

You think of Orimoto Rika like that because it’s true—she smiles sweetly, she speaks sweetly, and she likes sweet things. She tells you that her favorite snack is ichigo daifuku, the very same confection you always begged your parents to buy for you just so you could share them with her. It pays off all the time because then she’d look as sweet as the daifuku itself, her cheeks as red as the fruit within it. She also likes hanami dango, but she doesn’t like the green part because she doesn’t really like the subtle taste of yomogi, so you eat the rest for her because she doesn’t want to waste it. She likes cold tea instead of hot, sweet instead of savory, like yuzu iced tea or bubbly ramune in comparison to the nutty taste of hōjicha. When you go to the store, she always gets the kompeitō with some random anime character on the packaging because those were the “cutest kind of kompeitō,” and Rika likes cute things.

She also likes the color pink, but when you ask her what her favorite color is she’d say it’s blue. It’s blue not because she wears that blue dress all the time, but blue because it’s the color of Okkotsu Yūta’s eyes, bright and round and always looking at her. Rika likes it that way—she likes how Okkotsu Yūta is always looking at her with his blue eyes, unwavering and full of adoration for her and her only.

You think Orimito Rika is a sweet girl, but sometimes she’s more than that. Sometimes, when the other kids get brave enough to drag you away from her, tell you to stop hanging out with her, they say it’s because Rika doesn’t like anyone else but Okkotsu Yūta.

Sometimes, when they tell you that, you wonder if Rika liked you at all, way before Okkotsu Yūta came into the picture.

But most of the time, you don’t really care. Even if Rika didn’t like you, you’d still like her. Even if she’d only have her eyes set on Okkotsu Yūta with his stupid blue eyes and his stupid norimaki senbei and stupid chimaki that he shared with her on the fifth of May, you’d still like her because she’s Rika—beautiful, kind, and wonderful Rika.

She has things she doesn’t like, too, such as other people but never Yūta-kun or Ume-chan! She likes it when people compliment her and praise her looks and give her free stuff like ramune or ichigo daifuku or Sailor Moon-themed kompeitō from the store, but sometimes she tells you that she dislikes this certain group of girls from Yūta’s class, dislikes the boy assigned as your seatmate, her homeroom teacher, the “weird” guy who works at the konbini a street over, and dislikes it even more when her grandmother looks at her and tells her she killed her own father without even saying anything at all.

You know all those things because you know Orimito Rika. You like her even if she holds intense dislike for the people outside her circle, people who tick her off just a little for you to see her smile crack at the edges and go stiff, the little twitch of her brown eyes, and most importantly, you still like her when all she wants in the world is the attention of the boy who wears her deceased mother’s ring.

You’ll always want sweet girls like her.

+

“Where’s Rika-chan?”

“Her grandma won’t let her go out today,” Yūta says, sitting next to you on the bench. “So it’s just you and me.”

He says it dejectedly, but it’s not enough for you. If he was really sad, then he’d be as sad as you are, so you start packing your belongings. “I’m leaving, then.”

He startles, standing up. “Huh? W–wait! Don’t leave just yet!”

“But Rika-chan’s not here,” you frown. “There’s no point in hanging out today.”

He falters, looking down at the ground.

“Even if she isn’t here, we can still play together…” he offers, looking up at you timidly. “We’re friends, too, aren’t we?”

The green-eyed monster stares at the silver chain wrapped around his neck, the ring acting as its pendant tucked underneath his shirt—like an unattainable treasure trapped inside a chest with the key thrown away somewhere you cannot find it. We’re not friends, the monster says with a snarl, stay away from me.

If there is one thing you know, then it’s that you have never wanted to be friends with Okkotsu Yūta, not after he took everything from you. He can butter you up by sticking to you during class and sitting next to you at lunch and even offering you some of his not-ichigo daifuku, not-yuzu iced tea, and not-colorful anime-themed kompeitō but you will and have never liked him for the green-eyed monster will always sit on your shoulder so long as he wears that ring on his person, a physical manifestation of his promise with Rika. Your Rika, even if that’s not really the case.

You will never like Okkotsu Yūta, because—because he—

“... What’re we even gonna do?” you ask, slowly.

He immediately brightens up.

“… Wanna get ice cream?” he offers. “There’s a new flavor I wanna try!”

His suggestion does not entice you at all, but when he stands there with an outstretched hand waiting for you to take it, like it’ll matter if you reject him, you find yourself at a crossroads. But you make your decision soon enough. Like it’ll matter, like the green-eyed monster isn’t there, staring.

“Okay,” you say, moving past him to start walking. He blinks incredulously at the blatant rejection before gathering himself and following after you, a prep to his step regardless of your actions.

You try to ignore the warmth of his body next to yours.

He’s too close.

+

“Yūta-kun’s birthday is in a few days,” Rika announces, lying on your spare futon. “Did you get him anything?”

You didn’t. “... Yeah.”

“Really? What is it?” she cranes her neck to face you. “What’d you get him?”

She doesn’t want your gift being better than hers, it checks out. “Um… just a toy. A garbage truck.”

“Oh, okay,” she turns back to face the ceiling. “I made him a scrapbook with photos of us. I worked really hard on it… do you think he’ll like it?”

“He’ll like anything you give him.”

She’s already given him a ring—what else could compare to that?

Rika smiles. “I guess… you’re right.”

Soon enough, she goes to sleep, breathing softly beside you as your fan fills the silence of the night. You continue staring at the ceiling, making out the little dents despite the lack of light. You squeeze the hand that holds your under the cover, before closing your eyes.

You hear her softly breathe on a steady beat alongside the fan whirring in the corner, and you close your eyes, squeezing her hand tighter underneath the covers of your too-close futon.

You’ll have to ask your parents for some money tomorrow.

+

“Rika-chan isn’t here again,” Yūta says dejectedly. “Her granny’s too strict.”

“She hates her,” you say quietly.

Yūta looks at you, confused. “What’d you say?”

“Nothing. Your birthday’s coming up soon, what are you doing that day?”

“Uwah—you remember?”

“Rika-chan told me.”

“Oh, well,” he smiles sheepishly, “we have school that day, but after that I’ll be celebrating at my house. I’m thinking of just inviting Rika-chan and you over… um, so, will you come?”

“I’ll go if Rika-chan is going.”

He blinks, before a smile blooms on his face. “Okay! I’ll see you, then.”

+

It happens when you aren't there.

It never should have happened at all.

Orimito Rika is pronounced dead at the age of eleven, her body unrecognizable under the heavy weight of a blue truck.

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The wish is far-fetched.

You knew that from the beginning and yet, like wishes were stackable, like wishing for something over and over would improve its odds of happening, you couldn’t help yourself. Every eyelash, every time the hands of the clock line up at 11.11, you wish desperately.

Eyes scrunched closed, you wish for Steve.

You have him, of course, just not quite as you want him.

It feels selfish, the hungry feeling that rises in your chest when you look at him too long, eyes drinking in every detail you adore. Long lashes, hazel eyes, lips so pink it wasn’t fair. You want him all to yourself. These are not the usual thoughts of a best friend.

Sometimes, the yearning seems to carve out every part of you til you feel hollow inside; because you’d offer it all out to him, every piece of yourself between your cupped hands, his if he only wanted it.

You want him to want it. To want you. Badly.

So, you wish. At this point, it feels more like a habit than anything — the clock hits eleven minutes past 11 and you send a little prayer out to the universe to give you this one thing. You don’t notice how Steve notices.

He can’t quite connect the dots in the beginning, can’t see the pattern that strings together all the things he’s noticed. How from time to time, you’ll close your eyes and squint just a bit— but then, quick as it happens, it’s gone. You’ll open your eyes, look over back at him, and continue on as if nothing has occurred.

Steve doesn’t pry, even though he really wants to — the first time you notice him watching you, he raises his brows, a silent what was that? with a hope you’ll clue him in. He wants in on all your secrets. But in an instant, he can see the embarrassment creep across your features, so he drops it, waving his hand, and resumes talking, eyes back on the road ahead of him.

After a month of subtlety catching the habit of yours that he's come to cherish, the sweet scrunch of your eyes and gentle clench of your fists at your side, Steve notices the clock.

You check the clock, most of the time, before your eyes flutter closed. It happens late in the morning and close to midnight. But then again also at random intervals, at times he’s not expecting. The frustrating pattern evades him even though he’s noticing. Noticing is, infuriatingly, not enough.

It takes another month for Steve to realise you’re wishing.

He’s enamored with the habit now — especially, now he knows you’re sending little hopes, blowing on eyelashes with the fervor of a little kid. The craving to know your secrets, to be trusted with your wishes, has grown ten-fold since he first noticed. Steve notices just about everything about you now.

It’s hard not to. What started as trying to comprehend your peculiar pattern, has become... something entirely different. Steve feels helpless to do anything but admire you now. His feelings for you have become startlingly fond, borderline sappy.

The sound of your laughter and how it threads gold into his days marvels him. The colour of your eyes in the morning light. How you curl up in his passenger seat like it’s the comfiest place you’ve ever known, like you could sit there all day with him. If he asked. 

He’s pretty sure his heart strayed from best friend territory the moment he figured out the wishes. Maybe, he’s fooling himself and it’s always been this way.

It’s on his mind, even as the two of you sit at the back of the Hawk theatre, some garbage Sci-Fi film flickering on the screen. Normally, the back of the cinema was unofficially reserved for couples that wanted to make-out — Steve had pulled that move on a dozen dates. Picked a cheesy romance and the cozy darkness of the back of the theatre.

This is not the same, he knows. It’s not a cheesy romance film, you’re not quite at the back, and most importantly, this is not a date.

Steve really wishes it was.

“Hey,” Your whisper shakes him from his thoughts. Steve’s gaze moves from boring into the back of the chair in front of him to your concerned face. “Y’okay?” 

You’ve turned towards him, shoulders hunched over like you might disturb other people in the cinema if you’re too big. It’s silly, there’s barely anyone else in here but you and Steve. A couple people a few rows forward.

Steve nods, throat dry. You don’t look convinced, eyes narrowing for a moment as if you’ll say something when your expression shifts. You focus on something below his eye.

“What?” Steve whispers, too aware of your fixed stare. His nerves creep up, feeling a bit flushed beneath your attention. Your hand comes up, reaching out to graze across his cheek and Steve forces himself to stay still. To not melt into the touch.

“S’just an eyelash.” You whisper, still focused. Thumb moving gently as you can, you sweep the eyelash beneath his eye off his cheek. It moves an inch but remains stubbornly on his skin. You huff silently, turn his way a little more, and lean in closer to try pinch it. It takes a moment as you try your best not to pinch Steve at the same time.

When you finally snag it between your fingertips, victory comes in the form of your pleased smile. It takes another moment to realise just how close you’ve gotten to Steve. Leaned over, his breath fans over your face and you can see the film reflected in his eyes, action sequences playing far, far away.

Faintly, you think that if you had your wish already, you could lean in a few inches further and steal a kiss. You think of the eyelash in your fingertips.

The thought knocks sense back into you, blinking hard, but just as you go to pull back Steve’s eyes flash down to your lips. He licks his own, then swallows, looks back up at you. A wretched thread of hopes keeps you from pulling back just yet — desperately praying you’re not reading into nothing.

Steve doesn’t pull back. His heart has hiked so far up his throat he’s surprised he’s able to get any words out at all.

“What are you wishing for?” He croaks, too quiet. You hear it anyways.

Surprise shows on your face, lips parting and eyes widening just a moment. Steve wants you to give back the eyelash just so he can make his very own wish right now.

“How did you... know?” The last word is meek, only audible because Steve is so close. He wants to be closer. He moves an inch, recalling every single time he’s gotten the signals right in the past to keep him from losing his nerve. Tries not to think about what he might lose should he be wrong this time.

“You,” He huffs a little laugh, searching your eyes, trying to see if it’s the same hope he feels inside that he’s seeing in your eyes. “You close your eyes and wish on every 11.11. And— and eyelashes and dandelions too. You do this little squint, like you’re thinking real hard about what you want.”

Unable to help himself, Steve steals another glance at your lips as your tongue darts out to lick them nervously. His chest rises and falls a bit fast, nerves urging his pulse to run faster, faster. God, he’s nervous. Steve can’t remember ever being so nervous at the mere chance of just a kiss.

“So, what're you wishing for?” He asks again, in a whisper just for you two.

The film illuminates the side of your face, shadows dancing across the lines of your cheek. You’re beautiful, Steve thinks, achingly so. The silence twists his heart painfully. He doesn’t know you’re merely gathering your hopes to spit out the honest answer.

“You.”

You whisper the word quickly, knowing if you have a moment to think about it you’ll tuck it and all your selfish desires back away into your heart. But you ache for this moment — hunger devouring your insides with how much you want to kiss the boy before you. Enough that you’ll risk it.

It’s worth the risk.

The single word sets Steve off and he closes the distance between you in an instant, lips against yours. It’s gentle as he can manage while his heart works overtime pumping molten-hot affection into every part of his body. He feels giddy. He nearly forgets to memorise the curve of your lips, the warmth of this against his own, it feels so deliriously good to be kissing you. He thinks he’s been missing this his whole life.

You look a little dazed when Steve pulls back, lips with a sheen that catches the flashes of the cinema screen. You don’t speak, just blink and sink your teeth into your bottom lip, mind miles away. Your lack of a smile worries Steve; he feels like he could burst with how he wants to beam if this is what you want too.

He gathers his courage and presses forward again, til his forehead against yours. Tells you what he knows to be true, what you’ve been dying to hear. “You have me.”

Your eyes snap up to meet his and you give Steve a flood of relief, lips pulling into a smile. A small laugh of disbelief titters out of you, your smile transforming into a grin that betrays your utter happiness. This close, you let the want take over you and lean in to steal another kiss off his lips. He gives it to you sweetly and oh-so-willingly.

You stay this close, nose nuzzling against his, both your heads bowed to meet each other in the middle.

“I’ve been wishing on you for months,” You admit bashfully, your whisper wobbling in your embarrassment. You’re worried the enormity of your want for him will scare him off. Steve’s grin somehow gets wider, eyes somehow fonder. His voice comes out a bit scratchy, all sticky with affection.

“I think you’ve had me the whole time.”

It’s the honest truth. You’re not even mad about lost time because when he kisses you again like that, there’s no doubt that now? He’s all yours.

[rozcdust]

Oh no, he’s stupid

Pairing: Rindou Haitani x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Crack, Fluff

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of vomiting, antidepressants withdrawl, suggestive at the end

Your amazing, lovely, beautiful boyfriend assumes you’re pregnant.

Rindou is close to pulling his hair out as he stares at the website, reading over the text once, twice, three times-

You’re pregnant, you must be, all the symptoms line up, there is no way you’re not and- He doesn’t know how to react, actually.

Should he be happy? He’s deeply in love with you, you’re the light of his life and the reason he’s happy to wake up every morning, but, a kid? Is he even ready to be a dad?

His own old man was a bastard, a textbook example of a neglectful father, forcing Ran to take care of both himself and his brother at such an early age.

Would Rindou be any better? God, he hopes so, he can’t imagine putting you and his own child through the shit his old man put his mother through.

At first, he just assumed you ate something bad, or got a stomach bug, but as the weeks passed, you continued waking up early, every morning, before him, which is odd in and of itself, you usually prefer to sleep in, and you’re rushing to the bathroom and puking your guts out before you even ate something, and before he can even properly wake up, or react.

Not to mention, the mood swings, you started being more agitated and losing your patience quicker, and the headaches, as well as the fact you had trouble keeping down anything that wasn’t plain rice and soup.

Oh God, he’s gonna be a dad.

Still, he had to wonder, really wonder, why haven’t you told him? You must know you’re pregnant by now, there is no way you don’t know, and yet, you hadn’t uttered a peep about it, not even wanting to talk about your illness besides a few swift ‘I’m fine, Rin, calm your shit.’

Fuck, don’t you trust him enough to mention it? What if you think he’ll be a shitty father, what if- You should have known by now, after nearly 2 years of being together, that he’d support you in any and all choices, if you wanted to keep the baby, get rid of it, whatever you decided, he would be standing right by you, so why-?

Why?

There are too many thoughts racing through his head, but still, he decides to step up and do the best he could, to let you know he’s okay with that, with this, and that he’ll do his best to be the best goddamn dad there is.

He closes the current window on the browser, opens up a new one, and types in ‘Baby cribs’.

Just as he places in an order for a crib, multiple baby things - ranging from clothes, toys and other necessities - and a couple to things supposed to help pregnant people to ease the stress of literally carrying a fucking watermelon in their uterus, he feels a pair of eyes on his back, lingering in an uncomfortable stare.

He slowly turns around in his chair to find his stupid fucking brother, Kakucho and Kokonoi, wide-eyed in shock, their eyes rapidly moving between him and the monitor of his laptop.

Ran is the first to break out of his haze, and in a second that appeared to pass too fast, he throws himself at Rin, pressing his younger brother in a bone-crushing hug, pressing kisses all over Rindou’s forehead and hair.

“You’ll be a dad!” Practically squealing, his brother pulls him out of his chair, gripping him tightly as Ran spins both of them around in a circle, laughing almost manically, “I’ll be an uncle! Oh my God, I’ll be an uncle!”

“PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN!”

“I’LL BE AN UNCLE! YOU’VE GROWN UP SO FAST, RIN-RIN!”

“Congrats, man.” Kakucho smiles, his voice soft and quiet, but the smile on his face is lively, and quite telling that he too, is happy for the younger Haitani.

Kokonoi, as well, seems borderline ecstatic, already starting to mutter about how he’ll need to raise Rindou’s budget as he pulls out his phone, after all, kids are expensive, and how he can’t wait to see the little brat, and oh, how he hopes you’ll be okay-

Rindou is mildly surprised, but vaguely remembers Kokonoi mentioning once, when the man was significantly inebriated, that he likes children and babies, finding them adorable.

Ran (finally), puts him down, but he still holds his younger brother’s face in his hands, still planting kisses all over his face, and Rindou truly wants to fucking smack him in the moment.

“When’s the due date?” Smiling wildly, Ran asks.

“Not sure, honestly. Um, they haven’t even told me they’re pregnant yet, but they have all the symptoms.”

“They’ll probably tell you soon.” Kokonoi smiled, brightly, his voice rather reassuring.

Yeah, you’ll tell him soon, for sure.

Their excitement was starting to rub off on Rin, and he found himself rather happy now instead of unsure.

He’ll be a damned good dad to your child and an excellent husband to you, he’s fucking sure.

“What symptoms?” Sanzu suddently appeared out of nowhere, clearly having eavesdropped on the conversation.

Rindou was too happy to give a shit.

“Morning sickness, mood swings, dizzy spells, fatigue, it’s lasted for like a month now, the usual first signs of pregnancy, ya’know?”

Sanzu nodded, warily, seeming deep in thought, if the pink-haired junkie could even think.

Those did sound like symptoms of pregnancy, of course, but it also sounded-

Huh.

No, that can’t be it, and really, it’s not Sanzu’s job to meddle.

You groaned, slumped over the couch, utterly miserable and close to a breakdown, nausea rolling inside your guts like a tidal wave.

Your doctor warned you it might be like this for a while, but still, it has not prepared you for the whole plethora of suffering and terror it will include.

You hated this, and hoped it will pass as soon as possible.

And fuck, you know Rindou is getting worried, you still haven’t told him, after all, but you really did plan to, at least, after the nasty symptoms passed and you at last, had some peace.

Rindou stretched his body, glancing around the bare, spare room the two of you had in your apartment.

You were at work, and despite Rin’s protests, working a double, so he at last knew he’ll have time to decorate this and turn it into a baby room, it’ll for sure be a nice surprise.

The crib and everything else he ordered has arrived, and he’s been hiding it at Ran’s up until now, but since he finally had enough time to set everything up, and repaint the wall entirely, add a few shelves, put in a crib and add a few finishing touches.

You knew he was repainting and repurposing the spare bedroom, with the help of Ran and Kakucho, even made them snacks the few time before, you just didn’t know exactly why, and you didn’t comment much, except to say the lavender purple he chose for the room looked pretty.

Well, time to get to work.

You were so goddamn tired.

Doubles sucked, even more so when you’re so nauseous that you can’t even think properly, and you absolutely should have taken this day off, but fuck it, you had the previous week off, and you just needed to get out for a little.

Your lovely boyfriend greeted you at the door, beautiful as ever, even in just a plain shirt and sweatpants, grinning wildly, ear to ear.

“Hello, darling,” He kissed you, gently and deeply, his arms sneaking around your waist and pulling you flush against himself before you even had time to take your shoes off, “Go change and shower, I made us dinner, we’ll have a relaxing night in, okay?”

You smiled into the kiss, pressing your forehead against his.

“When you change, I have to show you something though.”

You tilted your head in curiosity, but obliged, skipping to the bedroom to strip out of your work clothes and into Rindou’s hoodie.

When you stepped out of your shared bedroom, he stood in front of the spare room, chest puffed put with pride and grinning like a maniac.

“Alright, mister, show me what’s up.” You smiled, tapping your foot in anticipation.

You assumed he turned the spare bedroom into an office space, maybe a DJ-room, after all, it was still a prominent hobby and a passion of his, and you wouldn’t mind.

“Ta-da!” He exclaimed, swinging the doors open.

You did not expect… This.

You stared in mild shock at the baby crib, multiple toys already in it and ornaments set on the wall, a rocking chair and a coffee table next to the crib, multiple children’s books carefully set on the shelves (when the hell did he add shelves? No, scratch that, when the hell did he have time to build a damn crib?), and to top it all off, lavender bed curtains hung off the ceiling, just above the crib.

You blinked.

“Babe… If you wanted us to have a kid, I’m sure there were… Less extravagant ways to ask.”

It was Rindou’s turn to stare at you, in confusion.

“What?”

“I mean, it is beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but shouldn’t we first, you know, be pregnant?”

“You are pregnant though?”

You turned to glare at your boyfriend, before looking down at your body, pinching the skin of your belly.

“Really? Do I look pregnant? I’m sure my weight stayed the same.”

Rindou wildly shook his head, lilac eyes wide and confused.

“No! No, I mean- Your illness this last month- It all lines up- You puke every morning, you have mood swings, dizzy spells-“

The sound of your laughter shut him up quick, and he stared at you as you turned toward him, cupping his face to kiss him softly.

“Baby, no. I’m going through withdrawal from my antidepressants, my doc took me off and it’s rough. You knew I was on those. I told you that before!”

Oh.

Oh.

Rindou, suddenly, felt very, very small.

You merely smirked, leaving a small kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“So, you’re not pregnant?”

“Nope.”

“We won’t have a kid in 9 months?”

“Not to my knowledge, no.”

“You don’t think I’d be a shitty dad?”

Your brows furrowed.

“No? Why the hell would you ask that?”

“I- I assumed you didn’t tell me because you thought I’d be a bad dad.”

The sound of your laugh echoed off the walls.

“You’re fucking stupid baby.”

He huffed defensively.

“Well, I know that now!”

“I’d think you’d be a great dad, the best there is, you’re already such an amazing boyfriend,” You smiled, looking him straight in the eyes, voice genuine, “No baby in here though, sorry. But…”

His breath hitched as you pressed him closer to you, hands sliding down his back to cup his ass.

“If you join me in the shower, we can work on that.”

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[espresseo-cafe]

life is still beautiful | johnny | ch.2

genre: cappucino, romance, angst, university!au, dad!au, drama, slice of life

pairing: collegestudent!johnny x fem!reader

bean count: 3.7k

a/n: ch.2 is here! enjoy reading my beans 🤎 note: this is only a work of fiction, it doesn’t reflect the artists’ personalities in any way.

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“y/n,” your professor jogged up to you, the papers in her arms all hugged up towards her chest. “you got time?”

you drank your cup of latte as you turned to face her, sipping the last bit of it before discarding it to the bin close by. “yes ms. lee, what is it?”

“your grades are coming up the ranks, you’re in the top 10.” she fixed her glasses, her smile widening little by little announcing such a news to you. “i see so much improvement compared to when you started back in year one. i’m not being biased but don’t tell anyone you’re one of my favourites of your year.”

assuring, that was what you felt as those words filled your ears and infiltrated down to your heart; causing it to expand around your body in a warm, fuzzy, feeling. like a warm cup of chocolate to tend to the cold weather, it was music to your ears. you may not show it, but you were happy, too happy that you might as well run around the campus.

“thank you, professor.” you smiled, your feet tapping a little too much, to which she noticed.

“you deserve it, y/n.” she patted your arm before shaking it softly, “because of that, you’re already in the dean’s list for this course. congrats.”

now this time you were jumping small hops. “this is amazing! i’m out of words!”

“yeah, if only your parents could see how much you’ve grown.” she said cautiously, knowing about your relationship with them. but you knew it’d come, it was natural to bring up your achievements to your parents.

if only they paid attention.

giving her a nod, you looked down at the mention of your mom and dad. the air slowly tightened, the atmosphere immediately became awkward. “i hope so. uh, i’ll have to go to my part time at the kindergarten. don’t wanna be late.” you somewhat said enthusiastically.

“oh yes, yes. you should get going.” she gestured for you to leave, “i’ll see you at the dean’s camp in two months okay?”

“yeah, see you.”

that was one of the advantages of taking this course, you could have a part time whilst studying. to gain experience, and the other? interacting with little kids. growing up as an only child, you’ve always wanted to have a companion but obviously your parents’ relationship were already in the rocks not too long after you were born.

tapping your card to enter the pre-school, you were greeted by yeri, who was a new part timer and your junior. you held in a laughter when she was struggling to make three of the kids to stop crying. “y/n! thank heavens you’re finally here! a little help please?”

you approached the kids who were throwing fits. “alright, who wants a marshmallow?” you sat in front of them eye to eye level, making all three look at you, hiccupping and sniffing.

“me.” they said in unison.

“okay, then could you help me with something?” you said softly, smiling, but your voice was firm.

“yes.”

“if you stop crying and behave, and help clean up your toys, i’ll give you three marshmallows each.”

the kids immediately stood up, wiping their faces and racing to pick up the toys that were scattered around the classroom. yeri shook her head in amazement, “wow, bribing them with a treat? they never mentioned it in the books.”

“i’m surprised you’ve never thought about that.” you teased, putting your bag away in a staff shelf, just beside yeri’s belongings. “we have until 5pm. who else isn’t here?”

“um.” yeri flipped a notebook, her finger lining the roll call book. “liam and jade.”

“hm,” your finger ran through your chin, “jade i can understand, because they recently moved apartments, they’re still adjusting. but liam? it’s been a few days that he’s been late.”

“maybe his family moved as well?” yeri suggested, making you pull a face. “what? it’s a possibility. and to add, he’s your favorite kid over here, you always ask for the boy.”

“he’s adorable! and he’s a smart kid.” you reasoned out, “look, maybe-“ your phone rang, a notification showed up. yeri looked on your phone so nosily, nearly choking on her water.

“since when did you start using love click?” she coughed, a smile evident on her face.

“since two days ago.. yoohyeon forced me to make one and apparently make out with someone.” you sighed, taking your phone.

yeri’s laughter heard in your ears. “well, she made a right suggestion, you need to date at least once in your life, y/n. so, the app found you a match?”

“yeah, after two days. talk about consistency.” you unlocked your phone, the notification made you want to gag. “‘we have found you a match!’ it says. ugh, i’m disgusted.”

“you scared you’ll date a weird, creepy guy?”

“i’d rather switch to tinder thank you very much.”

the door opened to reveal liam running towards the classroom. “miss y/n, liam here!”

“hi liam!” you put your phone down, walking towards the little boy and knelt in front of him. yeri sighed, then smiling at you. you were a good teacher, but you sure did have favourites.

—

johnny never expected to look after or raise a child so early in his life. funny how a child could change someone instantly, now he was his whole world. it was like an instinct he was meant to have, sure, the first few weeks were the worst. youngmin would cry every single time he couldn’t drink milk, and obviously, johnny could definitely not provide such skin to skin contact. though his research; he found out that youngmin could start milk formula straight away. most of the time he was a quiet and a happy baby.

now that he was a little bit older, youngmin was vocal in almost about anything. johnny looked through the shelf full of toddler toys, pondering on which theme or gift he’d get for youngmin. most of it were either paw patrol or marvel related, and being the marvel fan he was, johnny set his mind on the superhero team.

taeyong looked at the older boy, a smirk unreadable. “you’re really going all out this year for youngmin’s second birthday.”

“of course man, youngmin was struck by a fever last year that we had to postpone his birthday trip to chicago. on his first birthday.” johnny told him as he ran his hands along the captain america plushies. “and thanks to that, i missed a week full of lectures due to flu and fever.”

“that’s understood. and don’t stress too much about it, the guys and i will be here to help.” taeyong reassured him, knowing that johnny did so much to raise a little boy whilst studying. it amazed him how his friend was able to manage such a tedious task.

“thanks bro, i’m glad-“ his back hit on someone briefly, and he mumbled an apology before continue his conversation, “-that you guys could look after youngmin when i’m busy with projects. my parents lived quite far at the time.”

taeyong brushed his tongue, “you still owe me a couple of bucks for babysitting your kid while you studied for your exams.”

your kid.. johnny still felt jittery whenever youngmin was referred to as his. the feeling just hitting him every now and then, and when did, he was really happy. “hey, i never agreed to pay you.”

taeyong gave a giggle that every mother at the toys’ aisle looked at him as if he came out of a novel. “i know, i know. i was just kidding.”

“come on, let’s just get on with shopping.” johnny shook his head while his friend followed him suit.

the moment you stepped out of the mall, yoohyeon questioned your weird gesture as you walked towards her, your hand rubbing your forehead to soothe the pain from whatever happened earlier.

she sipped on her iced lemon tea, later throwing it away. “okay i know you could be sensitive, but what on earth happened to your forehead?”

you hissed at the sore, stinging feeling. “i’d like to know too. some guy was busy walking backwards while talking to his friend.”

“did he apologise though?” she asked as you both walked towards elevator to the carpark.

“yeah but man that guy really has a strong built.” you shook the bag, “alright, i got my niece’s gifts. we’ve got to get wrapping!”

“how many kid parties are we attending this month?” yoohyeon whined, “i’m getting tired of being your bag holder.”

“can’t help that our past seniors and teachers chose me as their kids’ godmother.” you fixed the items in the paper bags. “i don’t know why they love me so much.”

yoohyeon gasped as if she heard the same self appraisal. “pfft, don’t act humble. you clearly know why you’re the favoured person.”

you giggled, you loved the feeling of being trusted. so you guessed it was normal to be all out, somehow you had to control the spending spree. “there’s still one more party so that’ll be our last item to look for.”

“ugh finally! i could rest my legs from walking the whole day!” yoohyeon smiled, walking ahead of you.

thank goodness you made it home before the thunderstorm came crashing in the city. sitting in front of your study table, you scrolled through youtube to watch some videos. your projects and essays were done, so a leisure time on the net was a way to go to bring your mind out of stress and deadlines.

asmr cooking videos were a favourite, you had learnt to cook by just watching and yoohyeon was probably so spoiled by you.

a knock heard from the door. yoohyeon came out from the bathroom as she brushed her teeth, her wet hair wrapped with a towel. opening the door, yeri stood with her belongings; her face all red, her eyes all puffy, and her clothes soaked from the rain, head to toe.

“oh crap.” she incoherently mumbled. “y/n! your minion’s here!”

“yeri?” you looked by the door, walking towards it. “what happened?” you asked worriedly and took her belongings, giving her space to enter before quickly grabbing a spare towel to keep her from catching a cold. “you’re all soaked.”

“i couldn’t take it anymore, y/n.” she sniffed, “the hate and the backstabbing and all.”

“you must be tired.” wiping her face with the towel. “tell us after you have yourself cleaned.”

you paced around the dorm while giving small little bites on your finger. you knew the rumours that has been going around her. and they weren’t good ones. yoohyeon tapping her foot slightly frustrated, saying that you worried too much and should calm down.

calming down was an option you considered. worrying was a trait you wished you never entertained or had. it all started back at home, when all that worrying in your head would become reality if you see either your mom or dad leaving with a luggage in hand.

yeri was sure taking her time in there, and it was quiet.. too quiet that yoohyeon and yourself looked at each other. yoohyeon knocked on the door, calling her name out as you took the spare keys.

the door flung open and the both of you see yeri laying on floor as if she passed out. yoohyeon squealed in shock while you remained calm, checking for any injuries. to your relief, there weren’t any so you proceeded feeling her heartbeat, it slowly beating under your fingers. she must’ve fainted from exhaustion, you thought. you asked yoohyeon to call an ambulance, them arrving in five minutes.

it was about five in the afternoon when yeri woke up, blinking quickly when she saw you seated beside her. tearing up, she apologised for being a nuisance.

“you were never a nuisance, yeri.” you patted her head, “what’s really going on?”

yeri bubbled her cheeks, her eyes darting across the room. “my roommates jennifer and others set me up with this guy- mark lee, the transferee from vancouver. they told me he liked me, and said that he was waiting for me at the rooftop.” you nodded as she continued, “he was there, and i was too excited that i told him that i liked him as well. he was puzzled and left, and then my roommates were watching the whole time while taking a video, laughing.”

you scoffed, “who are these girls? imma give them a lesson or two if they need any.”

“no. you don’t want to mess with them, their families are big names around here. it’ll be messy if you get involved.”

“okay, in the meantime you can stay in my dorm until we find you a new one.” you smiled, patting her head once again, “i have to get going, got dinner to make. you rest well for the night, okay?”

yeri waved with a small smile before the door slid close, fading away as you were out of sight. she sighed, reaching for her phone in her bag. she wanted to tell you more about her life in university. how it wasn’t as fun as she thought it’d be. she was about to shoot you a text message when the door slid open again.

this time, it wasn’t you. but she was happy to see this certain person, it had been a while since they’ve hung out.

“i heard the nurses call your name when i stopped by to submit some health records.” he said, taking his cap off and hanging it on the clothes rack nearby. “what happened?”

yeri smiled from ear to ear. “johnny! i’m glad you’re here. i just had a concussion when i visited my senior. she brought me here.”

“well i gotta thank her when i see her then.” johnny patted her head and her eyes widened as her skin turned a little pink. this little expression caught johnny’s attention. “what’s with your face?”

“uh..” she looked away, her lips pressed into a thin line. she did the same thing before she left. “oh! i know! i’ll set you guys both up! you’ve broken up with minji right?”

johnny flared his nose and snickered, “yeah and where’d you hear that from?”

“lucas.”

“and where did lucas hear that from?” he asked before he and yeri answered the same time.

“jungwoo.”

“jungwoo.”

they both laughed for a minute and johnny immediately felt bad for leaving early when he just got here. “sorry yeri, i have to take my leave, youngmin’s at my parents place and i have to bring him home to the dorms for dinner.”

“it’s alright, you haven’t been bringing him to uni lately. i miss that little cutie.” yeri smiled, already shooing him away.

“he started playgroup lately. he’s a busy kid now.” he chuckled. “oh be there for youngmin’s second birthday! at the mom and dad’s home.” he handed her an invitation and her eyes lit up.

“great! i’ll be there.”

—

you stared at your phone back and forth while having breakfast with yoohyeon in the morning. your foot placed on the chair while eating your omelette with bacon and kimchi fried rice, yoohyeon curled her tongue and held in a laugh.

“can’t you stay put y/n?” she chewed in between words, “what are you glancing back and forth of your phone for?”

“this app you told me to download and try doesn’t work, does it?” yoohyeon’s eyes grew wide hearing those words from you. you didn’t show any interest after she had told you about it, and to see this unleash before her eyes was something new to her. “it says they’ve found me a match but it’s been two weeks and nothing’s happened.”

“oh honey you gotta check if you accepted it. it’s kinda like a friend request.”

raising your brows, “maybe the person didn’t accept it too.” you checked on the match this ridiculous app paired you with, yoohyeon asking the information of your possible partner. “i don’t know.. what if this person is a creep?”

yoohyeon by now didn’t even bother counting the times she rolled her eyes at you, chewing so unladylike before putting down her bowl, “here lemme see.” showing you the plus button to accept the match.

“now that you’ve done it, i’m actually creeped out.” staring at the username, you didnt’t really know what to feel. maybe it was the right time to start searching, your university years would finish two summers later and yoohyeon would tease you about it and you’d probably won’t hear the end of it either.

“so which one of your godchildrens’ birthdays are we going to first? i’m only in it for the food and gossips.”

“i swear you’re gonna be that annoying auntie who’d pester the kids.” you laughed, checking your schedule on your desktop, “let’s see, gotta attend kahi-unnie’s son’s birthday and we’ll go from there onwards. goodness, they’re all on the same day.”

you were thankful that yoohyeon accompanied you to buy gifts for your godchildren but wanted to strangle her for leaving you behind with a huge gift. a step forward you almost tripped when a hand grabbed your arm.

“oh minhyun,” you jumped a little in surprise, seeing him smiling at you then shaking his head at his girlfriend’s figure walking towards the party.

minhyun just smiled at you before letting your hand go and carried the big, yellow wrapped gift. “that’s minhyun-oppa for you.”

you groaned and chuckled, “i don’t want to call you that, it’s corny.”

he clicked his tongue hearing your response, “you’re like a little sister so you got no choice, y/n.”

you started to walk to kahi’s house with minhyun, “tell yoohyeon she owes me a ramen dinner.” seeing kahi waving at you in joy.

“having too much ramen isn’t healthy, lil sis!” you rolled your eyes at his constant reminder.

“auntie y/n!” kahi’s 4 year old son, noah, hugged your legs before letting out a high pitched squeal, seeing his gift double his size, “is that mine?!”

you ruffled his head and knelt down to his eye level, “yes it is! but, you can open it once the party is finished.” he gave you a pout so hilariously funny before walking backwards with his arms crossed. you turned to kahi only to realize she was pregnant.

“oh- wow, noah seems to want another playmate. congrats!”

“baby number 3.” she winked, “i hope it’s a girl this time.”

the party was decorated with colourful balloons and streamers of blue and white, stripes were the accent, anchored plushies for little chair cushions, and sailor hats were used in exchange for traditional coned ones.

kahi really went out this time, given with the fact she was busy at work for noah’s previous birthdays. being a co-owner of a performing arts center sure took most of her time. and now that she was on maternity leave, she’d spend it more with her sons.

she excused herself while she tended to other guests of the party, so you chose to walk around the area to admire the scenery.

you inhaled the fresh breeze that greeted you with serenity, it has been a while since you encountered this kind of peace. it wrapped you figure in a hug you wished you had before. it was cool; yet it was gentle, contrary to the gushing storm you had back home.

sometimes you unconsiously wondered how your parents were, but you brushed it off before it ruined your mood. spotting a fruit punch section, you decided to cool your mind even further while the heat started to prick your skin.

you wanted to squeal in joy when the mixture of bright fruits zapped up together with light alcohol- the tanginess from pineapples and passionfruits, the sweetness from mangoes, and zesty lemons and oranges were a sweet wake up call.

though that caught your attention in your tastebuds, something else diverted that. a tug from below the table made you look down, it was a toddler’s hand gripping your favorite floral dress.

ah, my heart’s melting, you thought.

you didn’t know why but he made you smile like an idiot.. this baby was cute, too cute he looked up at you and showed off his growing bunny teeth.

“hey there little cutie. what are you doing under the table?” you asked him, bending down to see him eating a bite-sized donut. “afraid of too many people?”

the toddler just hummed, as if he understood clearly. well, you couldn’t tell how old he was because he was rather big. maybe two and half years old? you weren’t sure. you peeked around to see if his parents were looking for him, but none, much to your dismay.

you didn’t want to leave him alone, so you gestured for him to follow you towards the open balcony. only to have your heart melted even more when he reached both of his hands to you, asking for a carry.

“oh.” you smiled and picked him up as he rubbed his eyes. “aw, you tired buddy? where’s your mom and dad?”

it wasn’t quite audible for you to hear but the kid mumbled a lot, it was adorable. fortunately, he liked the sun and slept in your embrace in a jiffy, nuzzling his little face on your shoulder.

johnny could barely escape the doting mothers and single ladies of his senior’s friends. they asked him so many questions about his personal life when he probably repeated several variations of the same answers.

he finally could get a breather after he politely excused himself from the crowd, not forgetting that he didn’t come to the party alone. he sighed a bit tiredly until he saw fruit punch on the table, thinking he could relax a little after a drink.

the sun greeted him brightly that he used his forearm to shield his eyes from its rays. if the sun wasn’t so bright, he probably could make out what he was seeing in front of him quicker before his heart garnered him stunned:

it was a faint sihouette of a young lady whose back was facing him, carrying youngmin gently as she cradled him to sleep.

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[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box— Quinn Hughes Edition (Part Nineteen)

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this is long and unedited and idk how i feel. lmk your thoughts!!

SATURDAY, APRIL 8TH (before z’s penalty)

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yourusername welcome to my postgame penalty box show: quinn actually smiled tonight edition! tonight was the last home game of the season, and that means it was fan appreciation night! not only that, but team awards were also given. and guess who got best defenseman? my best friend that’s who!!!

quintin also received a penalty tonight! this is second penalty in a row, and his record for number of consecutive games with a penalty is three! two of these came from the back to back games against the red wings, and i hate the red wings, so good riddance. let’s see if he can match or break this record for an already amazing record breaking season he’s having! he also have a very lovely speech; something i never thought i would see my best friend do. he’s grown so much this season and i couldn’t be more in awe of him <3

now on to the most important news! mine and quinn’s son (sorry jamie) SCORED HIS FIRST NHL GOAL TONIGHT! HE WAS IMMEDIATELY ADOPTED AFTER! PETEY WAS OUR CONTRACT WITNESS! I AM SO PROUD OF YOU, SON! p.s. nice heckin’ job on that shorty tonight, petey! you’re magnificent as always and i love you sm <3 and kuzy!! congrats on the game winning goal in the shootout bestie!!! proud of you boys! @_eliaspettersson @/kuzy_096

you’ve been a treat to watch (get it?) this season, bubba💙 i love you!

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_quinnhughes i love you, too, sissy💙 you’ve been a treat to have by my side this season

yourusername aw, quinner! you’re my favorite sap <3

trevorzegras no, no, no, no! do NOT bring back sissy

jackhughes I FORGOT ABOUT SISSY

trevorzegras @/jackhughes keep it that way! i got smacked anytime it slipped out!

_quinnhughes i’m bringing it back

lhughes_06 i’ve been using mom and sissy this whole time

trevorzegras @/lhughes_06 not in front of me!

jackhughes @/trevorzegras she’s your girlfriend why would you call her sissy?

trevorzegras @/jackhughes says her ex boyfriend

yourusername @/trevorzegras we don’t talk about that

user1 COLE GOT ADOPTED

user2 there are… so many things to unpack here

lhughes_06 @/colemcward hi, welcome to the family! i think i’m your half brother?

colemcward hi😂

yourusername let’s say yes

edwards.73 @/colemcward hi, i’m also your half brother!

_quinnhughes @/colemcward remember, you signed up for this! and congratulations on your first goal, kid!

colemcward @_quinnhughes thanks, dad!

kuzya_096 thank you, y/n!💙🏒🥅

yourusername always, kuzy!!!

user3 JACK AND Y/N DATED?!

user4 and the hughes brothers call her sissy?

user3 i am confused

yourusername it was a MONTH so we don’t really talk about it or count it

jamie.drysdale UM?!?

yourusername i said sorry!

_quinnhughes we didn’t get married so she’s still your wife

jamie.drysdale i have more step kids than actual kids…

trevorzegras i detest this

jackhughes @/trevorzegras whoa big boy word!

user4 ZERO SQUARED HA

_alexturcotte that’s my best defenseman!!! way to go quinner!!

_quinnhughes thanks, man!

yourusername what if i… hold my own post season awards?

_alexturcotte @/yourusername do it

_quinnhughes @/yourusername please don’t

edwards.73 @/yourusername please do

yourusername @_quinnhughes i am a mother first and your best friend second. sorry quinny!

user5 this game had me so stressed

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes congrats on your award! (p.s. suck it, i’m far ahead of you now)

_quinnhughes thanks, z! (p.s. just you wait)

yourusername this was mostly nice so i’m taking it as a win! let the world see how you two REALLY are

_quinnhughes @/yourusername no

trevorzegras @/yourusername this is way more fun

_eliaspettersson i love you too!

yourusername and congratulations on your awards!!

user6 the old quinn can’t come to the phone right now. why? because he’s dead

colemcward i’m really happy you got to see my first goal, mom!!!

yourusername me too!! it was amazing!

user7 WAKE UP EVERYONE! QUINN HUGHES SMILED!! AND STUCK HIS TONGUE OUT!! AND GOT A PENALTY!!! HE’S EVOLVING INTO TREVOR!!!

jackhughes y/n and quinn why are you two just spilling our childhood nicknames? first howdy rowdy, then sissy and bubba, i am terrified to what else you two slip out😭 (ps. so proud of you quinny!)

yourusername i’m also terrified of what else we slip out

trevorzegras me too

_quinnhughes i’m not

jackhughes @_quinnhughes that’s because all the embarrassing things happened to us

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[askbensolo]

Hey Ben!

I first found your blog when i was 13 years old and i just turned 18! I’ve been watching (or rather reading) as you’ve grown, and I’d like to say that you seem to have turned out to be a pretty great person. Even though I hadn’t faced the same challenges as you, it was really comforting to know that i was not alone with personal struggles, and just how hard growing up is. Thank you for being you and sharing that with so many people! I head off to university when my planet transitions to fall, and since you’re out of school now do you have and recommendations for college/university? It seems like such a daunting change, but you seemed to have handled it well. (I mean you did graduate so that’s a pretty big success!) Again I’m super proud of you!

-P.S.

Im glad that you’re getting back in contact with Fannie! You should totally invite her on a day out (go to a park, hang out in a market, etc.) I think those are great ways to better connect with someone if they feel a little distant. (plus that could be a perfect opportunity to ask her if she would like to move in with you)!

Thanks! Stay Awesome Ben!

Hey anon! Congrats on becoming an adult! It’s okay if you don’t feel like one yet, haha—Force knows I didn’t when I was eighteen. I’m glad I could share my growing-up experiences with you and everyone! And I'm glad you think I'm a decent guy. I try. Well, usually.

Congrats on getting into university! Oh, what? You're asking me for advice? Well, yeah, I guess I did graduate, heh. Sure, I'll give it a go.

Don’t freak out about not knowing how to do stuff—like not knowing how to buy groceries, or sign a lease, or navigate local speeder lanes, or apply for a job, or any of that. I used to not know how to do any of that. I was freaked out. But somehow, I learned. And now it’s no big deal. Older students and the holonet are your friends when it comes to figuring that stuff out!

For the love of the Force: take care of yourself. Whoever was taking care of you when you were a kid isn’t there anymore. The seven-year-old in you is gonna think that means you can eat ice cream for dinner and stay up till 2am every night. Don’t. Do. That. You’re gonna need to be your own mom now. Or, you can pretend my mom, the OG Space Mom™, lives in your head and lovingly judges your life choices.

Question the things you’ve been taught. And when professors tell you to question the things you’ve been taught, question their questioning too. But don't question things forever. You need to decide what you believe about things, 'cause otherwise someone else is gonna decide for you.

You don't have to choose certain classes (or even an entire major!) just because they line up with your interests. For example—I tried taking a poetry class. Hated it. I didn't like having my creativity cramped by assignments, and I didn't learn anything I didn't already know or couldn't learn on my own.

Don’t feel pressured to date in college. I didn't date anyone (yeah, I know, you're so surprised). Sometimes I felt like I was being left behind, 'cause I saw so many of my friends get into relationships...but, I saw some nasty breakups, too. Things happen when (and if!) they're meant to happen, so there's no need to stress about it. You know?

Try new stuff! Yeah, it sounds cliche. But I let my roommate drag me to the gym when I was a squishy noodly boi, and now lifting's my thing. You never know what you might be into!

Always keep the big picture in mind. Sure, it may feel like the end of the galaxy when you flunk an exam or fail a class. But do you really think you’re gonna care about that when you’re like, fifty? Nah bro. Keep it chill. And sometimes that even means dropping out of a minor or an honors program, if you look into the future and realize it won't really make a difference.

Don't do deathsticks. If anyone offers you deathsticks tell them to go home and rethink their life.

That's all the advice I can currently think of, though I'm always happy to share more from my infinite (not really) stores of wisdom! And thanks for your advice, too—those totally sound like things Fannie would be into.

Thanks for reaching out! You're gonna do great at college, little buddy!

[starcrossedxwriter]

I don’t know if you’ve been asked this before, or if you’ve answered this, but has anyone ever asked Michael or Charlotte where the nickname Honeybee came from? I just thought of that and it tickled me cause how would they answer that with a straight face.

Ok I love this question and I hope you see this, anon! Sorry it took me sooo long but I wanted to write something out cause I thought this was so cute lol and to answer your question, they definitely didn't keep a straight face hahaha Michael's been on Graham Norton a couple times and his interviews were so cute and he is so funny so enjoyyyy!

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“I’m very excited to have you both on the couch at the same time, Michael and Charlotte. Here to promote Creed III, which is in theaters next week. I’ve had you both here separately but this is a treat to have you both here,” Graham Norton offered, the studio crowd applauding the couple. 

“Thanks man, it’s always a good time here,” Michael responded, Charlotte nodding in agreement. 

“So Creed III out next week. Your directorial debut, which is awesome. Congrats to you, Michael. But I have to ask you, Charlotte, what’s it like being directed by your husband? Is that weird having him boss you around on set? Did you give him a hard time?” 

Charlotte laughed. “You know, actually it was pretty fun. Not sure how other people feel… working with their husbands but I loved it. You know we’ve been doing these movies and playing Bianca and Adonis for almost a decade. And as these characters have grown and evolved so have we and our relationship. So we have developed a short hand and ease on set with each other that made it easier. It also helps when your pillow talk is with the director,” she chuckled. “I kinda had an idea of the shots he wanted at times and could adjust to make sure I was doing my part to help him get it. Honestly, I just felt proud and so excited for my husband in real life getting to watch him achieve his dreams. I would just watch him sometimes on set and think 'damn, that's my man.' It was fun." 

“That’s really sweet. What’s the most annoying thing she did on set?” He asked Michael. 

Charlotte playfully raised her eyebrow as Michael rubbed his chin.

“You tryin’ to get me in trouble, huh??” He chuckled with a jokingly nervous energy. “Nah, she has always been like this but she is clumsy as hell - in character and in real life. So more than once, we'd get like a perfect take and then she'd just trip over like… air and we had to redo it."

Charlotte covered her face with her hand in embarrassment as Graham, the other guests, and the crowd laughed. 

“Is that true?” 

“1000%. I drop everything, I trip alllllllll the time. It’s pretty wild that it hasn’t happened more on red carpets and stuff honestly. And I break a lot of stuff too,” she added, her shoulders shrugging lightly. “I’m worse than our kids and we have twin boys so that’s saying a lot.” 

“Wow… so I imagine it’s gotta be weird giving feedback and getting it from your husband? How’d that go over?” 

“You know she’s pretty perfect so I never gave her anything other than glowing praise,” Michael interjected with his award-winning smile that had every woman in the crowd swooning. 

“Awww, that’s so sweet. And a complete lie,” Charlotte answered playfully, causing the entire crowd to laugh. “I will say, he was very good at giving constructive feedback but I could always tell what kinda feedback was coming just by how he addressed me.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, he never uses my first name. And we try to keep it professional on set so he calls me Els 99% of the time on set and at home. But if he had constructive feedback, he always called me honey bee instead of Els. It was like his tell. But yea if he pulled out honey bee, I knew it was to butter me up,” she laughed. “But the feedback was mostly positive.”

“Honey bee, that’s so sweet,” Olivia Coleman, one of the other guests on the couch added. 

“To be young and in love. None of the rest of us know anything about that,” Graham joked as the other guests had been married far longer than Michael and Charlotte. “I know Els is short for your middle name. Is there a story behind that nickname?” 

Michael and Charlotte shared a glance, Michael trying to stifle his laughter. However, Charlotte could not hide her own, immediately doubling over at the thought of sharing that origin story. They did not mind sharing details of their personal lives and relationship but that was one area they strayed away from.  

“I take it that story is not appropriate to share?” 

They both shook their heads as they laughed. 

“Nah, definitely not, definitely not. It started off as joke but then I liked it and it stuck,” Michael laughed. “That’s her name in my phone too.” 

“Meanwhile, he’s name is just Bakari in mine with a heart and ring emoji. He’s the romantic in this marriage.” She scrunched up her face playfully as he leaned over and pecked her on the cheek, causing a loud awww to echo through the crowd.

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This was fun! Ask me more stuff like this, friends lol

[dreamingcloudie]

congrats on 100+ followers!!! 🐊

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#31 - “Let’s go out into the snow!”

#36 - “Darling, why didn’t you tell me you feel cold?”

#48 - “To be able to spend every day like this with you… is not something I object to.”

Dottore x Sick!GN!Reader (yk the chronic illness x doctor trope things wink wonk) n reader was like begging to go outside as a way to spend the holidays cuz they knew Dottore wasn't one for all the Christmas-y things (2nd harbinger tings) and he's like omg fine

aaaand just take it from there!!!! congrats again love♡

✨️The First For Us Both✨️

✎ Prompts:

#31 - "Let's go out into the snow!"

#36 - "Darling, why didn't you tell me you feel cold?"

#48 - "To be able to spend every day like this with you... is not something I object to."

⤷100+ followers special event✨️

Pairing(s): Dottore x Sick!GN!Reader

Genre/Format: Fluff (oneshot)

Warning(s): None!

wc: ~1.7k

Notes: AHH Thank you so much Anon!!! I'm in love with that trope 😫👌 and I had fun writing it! I hope you'll enjoy 💕 Happy holidays everyone!

Any feedback is greatly appreciated! ♡

“Holidays are just excuses for people to laze around.”

A statement you’ve heard more than you could count left his lips as he studied the vial in his hand. He never bothered to celebrate something so frivolous—claiming that it was a waste of time. While the others were too busy cozying up in their blankets; he was making tons of scientific breakthroughs. He just couldn’t see the point of why people would rather spend their time chatting over a table of Sweet Madame and cocktails! Wasn’t turning a mortal into a celestial being far more intriguing?

You knew convincing Dottore to go outside with you would be a challenge. He wasn’t one to indulge himself in things that have nothing to do with his research, and he obviously had a role to fulfill. Putting off his work whenever was just not possible.

You let out a quiet groan as you got rejected. Again.

“Let’s go out into the snow!” You pleaded. “It’ll be fun!”

Dottore didn’t even bother giving you a glance, having gone through this conversation many times. “We’ve talked about this, dear. And may I remind you, doing anything rash could worsen your illness—your respiratory system, specifically.”

Of course, it was always that illness of yours. Your condition wasn’t exactly optimal to really do anything. For every holiday as a child, rarely would you go outside and join the other kids. You just sat aside attached to an IV as they chased each other around. Now that you’ve grown up, with the help of your lover he was able to make your illness a bit more bearable for you. But still, it wasn’t enough—It wasn’t enough to let you do whatever you wanted to. Though it did not stop you. Holidays like these come by once a year and the desire burns within you. It was either now or to wait for another year for there to be a chance to convince him again.

“Please, Dottore? It’s only going outside, that’s all I’m asking.”

He moved around his lab, elegance followed his every step. You’d honestly be content just by watching him if you weren’t making it your life mission to persuade him.

“Why don’t you go back and rest now? Remember to also take your medication.”

Was he getting annoyed? You couldn’t help but think to yourself. He didn’t sound like he was, nor did he act like it. But he was a master at hiding how he felt so there was no way of telling. Maybe he really didn’t want to… Pressing him on wouldn’t do, as much as you yearned to go outside with him, you’d never force him to do anything. Without saying a word, you only gave him a nod.

He continued his research as you retreated to your room with your hands on the wall supporting you. With an eyesight as keen as his, he didn’t fail to catch the bitter look on you when you left. He sighed to himself. Why were you so eager to go out there? It was just a barren land of snow, nothing more. And it wasn’t like you’ve never seen or touched it before… Then again, he’d always listen to you as you blabbed about how you wanted to make snow angels in it, whatever that means.

It’s only going outside, he thought back to your words. He then looked at the clock on the wall. Twelve-fifteen.

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You were sitting on the bed with a snowglobe in your hands, shaking it and watching as sprinkles danced around. Lost in your own train of thoughts, you didn’t acknowledge someone came into your room until they picked you up. Startled by the sudden touch, the snowglobe fell out of your hands onto the bed and you were being carried away. Your scream died down in your throat when you saw it was only…

“Dottore? W-what are you doing?”

He only kept silent as his boots tapped against the floor, taking you through a series of long corridors. You were panicking inside, was he getting tired of you? No, it couldn’t be. He would never hurt you. But the only time where he’d stay silent was when—

A rush of icy breeze blew onto your face when Dottore opened the doors to… the back entrance of the palace? He walked a few steps not too far away from the entrance before putting you down onto the snow gently. Thoughts were running wild in your mind, what the heck just happened?

“You said you wished to go outside, correct? The sun is still high in the sky, and the palace is able to block most of the winds. I suppose it is suitable enough for you to be out here today,” he spoke.

You couldn’t believe your eyes, you sunk your fingers into the powdery snow beneath you. It was a lot softer than you remembered. Too mesmerized by the snow, you didn’t even realize you were shaking. Was it from excitement? Or was it from the cold? Regardless, Dottore draped the coat he brought with him over you anyways, not taking his chances.

“Dear, why didn’t you tell me you feel cold?”

Though you didn’t answer him, you carefully laid your back onto the snow and started to move your arms and legs around. Dottore only stood and observed you. What were you doing?

After a while of moving around, you rolled a bit to the side and showed him what you made. “Ta-da!”

You giggled as you saw him putting a hand under his chin, a little gesture that he did whenever he felt perplexed. “May I ask, what is it that you’ve made?”

“That’s a snow angel!” You told him.

“A snow angel?” he hummed. “How so?”

“There’s the head, its wings and the dress,” you explained, pointing out the parts as you did. The confused frown on him then turned into his usual smirk, letting out an “Aha!”

“You should make one too,” you suggested.

“I don’t take part in trivial activities, my dear.”

“Exactly! This is no trivial matter, it’s time you learn what’s so fun about holidays,” you said, tugging on his sleeve to get him to sit down next to you.

You couldn’t see it, but you could tell he rolled his eyes behind the mask when he reluctantly laid down, not without grumbling about how foolish this was. Not needing any further instructions, he copied your movements from memory, moving his arms and legs just like you did.

“Like this?”

“Yup!”

He was lucky no one else except for you was there, who would’ve thought the sight of the intimidating, second Fatui Harbinger—moving his limbs around in the snow, could make him look so harmless? If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was just an ordinary guy, and not a mad scientist.

He moved to the side and showed you his snow angel, it looked almost exactly like yours, albeit a lot bigger. You went on to draw a tiny heart between them, seeing as they reminded you of both you and Dottore.

“And now, they’re in love like us.” You snickered at your own little antics, not noticing the corners of your lover’s lips lifted up ever so slightly.

Moving on to the next on your list, still sitting on the ground, you started to roll some snow together into a ball. Dottore’s eyes followed your hand as it moved around, curious to know what you were doing. “What is it that you’re doing now?”

“You’ll see,” you told him, now making a second ball.

Without thinking much, he also started to do what you were doing, rubbing his hand against the snowy floor, creating a sphere with rough edges. From the corner of your eye, you could see the tip of his tongue peeking out a bit as his attention was fixated on forming a perfect snowball. It was odd—in a good way—to see such childlike behavior from him. Adorable wasn’t a word you’d use to describe someone like him. But at that moment, it very much suited him.

As he was focusing on making his fifth, he was suddenly hit with something cold on his arm. He turned his head to where the snowball came from and saw you holding another one in your hand, aiming at him and ready to throw. He leaned back and dodged the snowball you threw at him, grinning at when you missed and hit a rock instead. He picked up one from the pile he made and gently threw it in your direction, careful not to hurt you. It ended up landing on your thigh, earning a squeal from you.

And thus started a mini snowball fight between the two of you.

You were about to throw another one when you began to cough uncontrollably. Dottore hurried to scoot a little closer to you, wrapping his arms around you.

“Are you feeling alright, dear?”

“Y-yea, just a bit tired.” You assured him, trying to catch your breath.

“Of course, all that throwing makes you breathless.”

The both of you fell into a comforting silence and you snuggled a bit closer to him, loving the warmth it gave off from the embrace. He took a glance to check on you, not expecting to see you looking up at him dreamily with your half-lidded eyes. Even with his eyes covered, you could still somewhat see his crimson ones were meeting yours.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” He asked.

This was the most lively you’ve ever been since you were restricted to do pretty much most of the things due to your illness. So without a doubt, you were ecstatic to do what you wished to as a kid.

“I did. Very much too, in fact,” you told him. “I wish we could do this again.”

“Well, the snow is permanent here. And…” he trailed off. “To be able to spend every day like this with you… is not something I object to.”

This was the first you’ve ever seen him having fun. Not the experimenting-on-people kind, but the ones where he’d let out that charming smile that could rival the brightest star in the sky. He’d never admit it, but you knew that he genuinely enjoyed his first time doing what he thought was pointless with you. And you certainly enjoyed your first time spending the holiday in the snow with him as well—just like the little you had always wanted.

[spikedsoul]

maid's worst nightmare - ch 39

hey friends! back again already with another chapter! and an invite to my writing discord, although honestly the chat's a little dull because i'm not so good at the initiating conversation. it's been strictly fnaf up until now but don't let that turn y'all away!

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@sovereign-of-succ

You watched in awe as a screen seemed to pop up out of nowhere just off to the left of you, solid enough to see a frontal view of the boys in their karts at the starting line, but not enough to block your view of anything behind it (should anything exciting happen). While it was true technology was always advancing, sometimes it just completely blew you out of the water.

Large, unseen speakers suddenly flipped on - you could hear the buzz of the feedback - and music suddenly began playing, loud and clearly indicative of the imminent start of the race. The camera cut to each of the boys’ faces, and you couldn’t help but grin at them in their karts.

Junior looked incredibly determined in the midsized kart you’d requested for him; his brows were furrowed, lips pressed together with the corners of his mouth dipped down, and he was gripping his steering wheel tightly. Next to him was Morton, sitting in his tiny kart, with a wide, goofy grin across his snout and his shoulders hunched in a more relaxed posture. Ludwig was on the other side of Morton, in that large kart, and although he seemed relaxed and neutral, his arms were practically straight as he held the wheel, betraying his nerves of this practice race.

Three.

Two.

One.

All three of the boys took off at the same time, hurtling toward the thwomps at startling speed. Your eyes were glued to them until they barreled through the item blocks and sped under the falling stones and out of sight - at which point you quickly looked toward the screen.

The feeling of Bowser’s arm moving around you forced your attention away just as Morton, just barely lagging behind the others, threw a red shell. You looked down to see your king opening the letter you had forgotten about; he didn’t seem worried about keeping it from you, so you didn’t feel bad about reading it when he unfolded it.

Son,

I just wanted to remind you how proud I am of you and of the monarch you’ve grown into. There’s no one who can truly match you - not even Peach herself. And, speaking of, congrats on finally getting over her! Although I think we both know you have been for a while and just didn’t want to admit it. In any case, now it seems that you found someone you truly care about instead of mere infatuation, and it seems she actually feels the same.

I can guarantee that there won’t be an end to dealings with Peach, but hopefully going forward things are more planned… you know how she likes it when that red-themed bastard chases her. Hopefully now it’ll be better for everyone considering you’ve swayed that sweet little handmaiden to you. Just don’t forget that even if you two don’t end up married, your time with her will always be worth it!

Anyway. Expect a cake in your room after dinner.

Hopefully I get another grandkid, Love Dad

By the time you were done reading, your face and neck were burning from the deep-set blush. Another grandkid? Bowser already had eight kids, but apparently Kamek wanted one from you!

Bowser chuffed above you, his tail flicking against the back of the chair. “Idiot,” he mumbled. “Don’t listen to him, li’l lady. He’s just a whore for grandkids, apparently; there won’t be no surprises here. I’m not tryna trap you or nothin’.”

“Even though we didn’t use protection?” You swallowed a bit and glanced down at your stomach. Was it even possible for him to get you pregnant, given your species difference?

He rumbled softly, lightly nuzzling your temple, and your hand went up to his muzzle. Although he didn’t say anything, you understood he was making that promise to you - there wouldn’t be an unexpected kid until you and he were both ready.

But then, were you just supposed to hope you didn’t get pregnant from this first time? You could feel your heartbeat starting to quicken as the fear of getting pregnant because you weren’t thinking right during a moment of passion sunk in. Bowser rumbled again, this time a deeper sound, and kept nuzzling you.

“Easy, sweetheart. My magikoopas will make sure nothin’ happens, okay?” he cooed softly.

You nodded slowly and forced yourself to relax against him, returning your eyes to the screen as he tucked the letter back into the envelope. Based on the miniature map in the corner, the boys were almost done with their first lap out of three, although you couldn’t see them with your own eyes just yet. It looked like Ludwig was currently in the lead, but the other two weren’t too far behind. It could turn out to be anyone’s race still.

You’d just have to trust that things would turn out okay. You had yet to have any reason not to trust him, after all - he’d kept the trust you put in him so far, after all. Down to getting rid of Rodney permanently.

“Big man?” you murmured, your hand still on his muzzle.

“Don’tcha mean Dadd-”

“Bowser, I’m being serious.”

“Ah… yeah, sweetheart?”

You smiled a little, gently rubbing his snout a bit before you brought your hand down to scratch just under that cleft chin of his. “I’m really glad you kidnapped me.” Your eyes didn’t leave the screen until the boys finally came screeching around that second-to-final corner, on the straight where the spinning fire was.

Predictably, he leaned his head into the scratches. “I borrowed ya,” he corrected in a mumble. A faint swishing sound behind you gave away his wagging tail. “And I fully intended to give ya back.”

You chuckled as you watched the karts hurtling toward the start of their second lap, even giggling as Ludwig narrowly (and unknowingly) missed a green shell thrown by Junior. You did know enough about racing to know that no one was in danger, not really, despite the surprisingly violent nature of some of the items. Did you know how most of it worked? No! But knowing that would potentially take some of the awe away, and you were just fine not knowing.

“Intended, past tense,” you pointed out with a soft, pleased hum. “Not anymore?”

He scoffed, or at least tried to while getting chin scratches. “I mean, you don’t seem too keen on leavin’ anyway… besides, I got a selfish reputation - I am a king, y’know - so…”

You moved your hand a little to the side and he moved his head to accommodate the new scritch location, allowing you to place a sweet kiss on his muzzle. His eyes popped open in surprise, and he glanced at you, blushing in surprise. You, however, kept your eyes on the screen, though you could see it in your peripherals.

Admittedly, seeing him blush was adorable. It was probably the same reason why he liked to make you blush so much.

Bowser didn’t say anything as he rested his chin lightly on your shoulder. You smiled, leaning your head against his as you watched a red shell (thrown by Junior) hit Ludwig and flip his kart right at the start of the second lap. Junior and Morton both flew by the eldest koopaling into a nice lead, but it still could end up anyone’s race.

You settled against Bowser to watch, grinning. This was turning out to be a really nice afternoon.

[genderfluid-insomniac]

“Surprise” Dehya x Beidou x Sukuna x Itadori x Childe x Itto x Floyd x Hange x reader

a/n: for my best friend

Your hands covered your eyes as you were lead into the room by a gloved hand and slowly walked forward, trusting in whoever was leading you into said room and hearing them whisper in your ear. “Alright! Hold still. Promise it won’t be long. Oh and you can open your eyes, baby.” There was some shuffling before everything got quiet and you looked around the room to see…..nothing. It was pitch black. As you were told you stayed put and nearly screamed when all the lights turned on, a group of people yelling surprise. “SURPRISE!”

Seconds after the word was said, two particularly tall people (if you could call them that since neither of them were human) tightly hugged you and squished you between their muscular stature. “Sorry shrimpy! I didn’t mean to scare you but it was a fun expression to see. Anyway happy birthday!!” The merman nuzzled against your cheek and further squeezed you tighter, giggling at your short breathed laughs and remembering people couldn’t breathe whenever his hugs got too intense.

Not that you minded but you’d still like to live to see another birthday. The other man…not man, but Oni was smiling ear to ear and resting his head on top of yours. “Hey, little one! It’s the your birthday, so first of congrats cause you just got a year older and second I got you the best gift in the world! Drumroll please.” Putting you down to slap his hands on his thighs as an impromptu drum roll sound effect (you could see some of the others roll their eyes), bringing out an onikabuto beetle in front of you. “Man, you would not believe how long it took to to catch this little guy- well not little but” “Damn Oni! Hurry it up before I kick your ass!” A pink haired boy slapping the curse on the back of the head and whisper shouting ‘behave!’. “Alright! After we have your chocolate cake, I have composed a song by yours truly about the things I love about you and it might be 4 minute long! Happy Bday baby.”

The eleventh harbinger came up and pulled you away from the still rambling yokai, intertwining both of your hands and bringing them up to his lips. “All the mora in the world couldn’t compare to my love for you and you know I’d fight anyone for you, even the Tsaritsa if you asked. No one in all of Teyvat is going to change how I feel for you and how much I adore you. Your laugh every time I tell a joke or your smile whenever I get home after a long mission. Archons you are my reason for getting up in the morning and I hope that never changes. Happy birthday, baby.” Kissing your forehead and enjoying the brief moment you two shared.

Two women came up to you, which you hadn’t expect to get together but upon thinking further it completely made sense causing you to laugh to yourself. “What’s so funny, kid?” The captain of the Crux fleet walked up to you and swung an arm over your shoulder, the click of her and the mercenary’s heels sounding against the floor. “Nothing, I just didn’t expect you and Dehya to get along so well but it makes sense.” Dehya pulled you against her and moved a piece of hair out of your face. “Well get used to it. I love hearing her stories from all of the nations. Happy birthday, love. You make me want to indulge in more feminine stuff even though I get embarrassed by it and I can’t help but want to feel pretty whenever your around. I’d take on all the eremites and enemies in the Sumeru just to keep you safe from harm and I don’t know what I’d do without you. Congrats to becoming another year older.”

She lifted up your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it, all while maintaining eye contact and smiling as if you were royalty until handing you off to Beidou. The brunette gave you a great big hug and laughed heartily. “Oh where to start? Well, first off, Happy birthday and you’ve certainly grown since I last saw you. After the celebration how about I open a bottle of rum just for the two of us, don’t worry it’ll be my secret. In all honestly though, I’d sail the entire ocean for you and fight off hundreds of sea monsters as long as you’re mine. You know I love you more than anything or anyone in Teyvat and there’s always an open spot for on my ship if you ever want to travel with me.” Wrapping her fur shawl around your shoulders and kissing your check with a sly smile.

“Hey! Over here!” The 4th squad leader of the Survey Corps enthusiacally waved you over and gave you a high five, brightly smiling as if they discovered another discovery in their titan research. “Happy Birthday! I had quite a tough time figuring out what to make you cause there’s nothing that I could buy that could ever measure up to how much you mean to me but I discovered something brought over from Marley. It’s called a camera and I specially reconfigured this one it so it’s much lighter and prints out what you see through the glass lens onto paper you feed into it. Cool, right?! It’s super new technology and I thought you’d like it since you can pictures of us whenever we go out on dates. Nothing’s going to come between us, not even an army of abnormal titans.” They brought you in for a hug and whispered ‘I love you’ into your ear.

You were roughly tugged over to two very similar looking people apart from the black markings on one of their faces and held back your chuckles as they fought with one another on manners. “Sukuna you can’t just pull people, especially them-“ “Well they don’t seem to mind.” Itadori sighed and shook his head, turning to you as his normal happy self and embracing you fiercely before pecking your cheek. “Don’t mind him, you know how he is. Happy birthday! Jennifer Lawrence has nothing on you! It’d take me so long to describe my love for you and honestly I don’t know if I can because describing my feelings for you is hard but I wouldn’t trade us for anything in the world. Not even getting rid of him!” Pointing his hand towards the Sukuna and hearing an offended “Hey!” “I miss you so much and I can’t wait to spend more time with you, maybe I can sneak you into Tokyo Jujutsu High for a couple nights without anyone noticing. I love you so much! I’d even fight Gojo for you, not that I’d win… but I still would!”

His light brown eyes holding nothing to adoration in them just for you and kissing his lips quickly. “I love you too, Itadori.” You could feel the large amount of annoyance radiating from the king of curses himself  and turning your attention towards him, burying down the amused comment you wanted to make at his visible jealousy. “Finally! I thought you’d forgotten about me but you can’t keep away from me, not even if you wanted to. Happy day of your birth. You make my life a lot more entertaining since I got reawaken and as much as I hate to say it I have to thank this idiot for being my vessel.” A happy “Aw… wait hey!” Could be heard from Itadori.  “Because of him I met you and my life became so much better. For a mere human, I like you. My nice words alone should be enough of a gift as the King of Curses.”

A blue haired Khaenri'an curled his finger towards you and gracefully wrapped his arms around you waist. “As smooth as I am, I unfortunately have to admit that conveying in words my affections for you is tough, but for you i’ll try my best. You’re one of the best things in my life and I’d fight all of the archons for you. You have all of my love and trust, even from the beginning I know that you were the one for me and through it all you’ve been there for me. So the first part of your gift is this.” He lifted his eye patch and pulled back his hair so you could see his usually covered it. It was gorgeous, its yellow iris encompassing a lighter star pupil and a noticeable long scar running down from his eyebrow to just below his eye. You leaned forward and softly kissed his now closed eyelid. “It’s beautiful, Kaeya. Thank you.” He nodded and a smirk decorated his lips. “The second part you’ll get later when we’re alone, sweetheart~” This was going to be one of the best days ever!

[chirpq]

Graduation Quotes, Wishes, Messages for Your Daughter

Graduation Quotes for Daughter from Mom

You did it, honey! I am so happy and proud to be reminded that you, too, graduate. Congratulations sweetheart! The world is open for you to reveal your talents. You can do it. I know that! The future truly is in your hands, as graduation is a moment that opens countless doors. You put in so much work; now it's the time to party. I love you, graduate! My baby is no longer a little girl. Space is the limit, so fly! Four years flew by, leading to this momentous graduation party. but you could make the difference! This Mom is so glad and amazed! Now you stand firmly on a new stage; you got this star!

They make it even more real. Look at you now, graduating and ready to chase your dreams! I'm with You :) Look at you, my grad, you got it! The best is yet to come; have an enjoyable journey. Wondering where your journey will take you. Chase your dreams, graduate. You can do this, love mommy.

Graduation Sayings for Daughter from Dad

My little girl is now big. I'm so proud of the woman you've shaped into. You did it, sweetheart! I am the proudest dad there, and I am a junior graduate. Also Read:110+ Best Graduation Wishes to Write in Graduation Card 2024 You have accomplished so much in four years, and you must be proud. Congratulations, baby girl! One day, you were such a little girl starting kinder genius. Now, look at you - tall and athletic with your diploma. I'm shedding joyful tears! From your first steps to your first degree, I've been amazed at how much you've grown at every stage. I’m giving you my heart! I can't believe my little girl has just become a college student! The sky is open for you, my beauty!

You did it! This graduation is a moment to remember, marking both an end and a beginning. Happy graduation day! You always said that, and it was true. Your future is now, so find it and graduate with best wishes from your heart. This is just a start. I'm here to support you in reaching all your life goals. So proud! The next four years of father-daughter dances led to the milestone of this day. It's a privilege to be walking together. Also Read:110+ Best Graduation Wishes to Write in Graduation Card 2024 Hi, my grand, my money, my love! I wish you a life of fun and a desire to learn. You've got this, and remember, graduation is a moment that defines the start of something new.

Funny Graduation Messages for Daughter

You did it! Hence, hit the books, and let me be incredibly proud of your work. Congratulations on making these years of school. This is the real-time to prove it. You're just great, aren't you? To finish with either changing the world or having a nap. You deserve it, especially after such a heartfelt graduation. As always, we knew you were smart. The next consequence is that you will get a document to confirm this. Stock up on wisdom, bro. You wised up on your father. This is inspiring graduation advice. Well done, kiddo!

You've grown up and gotten a graduate degree. I am not crying! It is you crying! The clincher is that we can only shell out a small amount for our college education now. Let's begin with some repayment. Just kidding! From a high school dropout through a University graduate. Look at you go! Also Read: 110+ Best Graduation Wishes to Write in Graduation Card 2024 You did it! And now, from our house's basement, please go away. Congrats Dr. ! Hold on, you are not a doctor. Yet. First step!

Short Graduation Quotes for Daughter

That’s right, my sweet! I am so proud of all of your efforts. Congratulations, sweet girl! You have the whole world in your hands to see. To my fab daughter - the sky is not the beginning. Reach for the stars! You are bound to wind as a knot in my heart's life, my love. Shape your future. Four years ago, I had decided that the day you got admitted is now here - I'm indeed proud of being your dear Mom! Today is your day, but tomorrow is humanity’s job. Get them, graduate! My daughter is a graduate. You did it! I am passionate and crazy about you, just like the man who embarked on such a journey, and I would have traveled to the moon and back if you had told me to.

You started walking when you joined my knee, and now, with your diploma, nothing can compare to my love and happiness as your momma. Our girl is fully grown - your graduation day is here - congrats! The history is your lesson, the present your affair, the future your inspiration. You've got this! Graduation is a symbol of your determination and ability to conquer challenges.

proud graduation message to my daughter

I'm so glad to witness you becoming this incredible woman. You did it! I knew you could. Your graduation marks an important milestone in your journey. Congratulations graduate! The earth is the limit from here. I'm cheering you on. I am so thrilled nowadays, looking back over the four years that it took me that I made it through. That military headpiece is your trophy. Please put it on and show the world. From day one of school to the final exam, you made me proud to be your dad. Strictly speaking, you are the same person who walked in the door, but you can also say that you are a school-leaver—a graduate when you walk out. Wow! I have the utmost respect for you! Also Read: 110+ Best Graduation Wishes to Write in Graduation Card 2024 There you are due to your determination. Your future is not in your possession anymore!! It has been all your hard work to reach this point. I'm one proud mama. It is your effort that gave fruit to this success. I celebrate you, graduate! The past is a floor on which you build your future, which remains to be written. Get them!

Short graduation wishes for daughter.

I'm very much proud of the wonderful woman you've grown into. Congratulations! You did it! I knew you could. Congratulations graduate! The sky is the ultimate for you. Go for it! Congratulations on your graduation! The late-night exam days are turning into something beneficial for me. Way to go, graduate! It comes from all you put into it. High-five! You made it; congrats on this big step! Now go to conquer the world. Congratulations to you on your graduation. Raise your glass and toast to your brilliant tomorrow. Congratulations graduate!

You are here today because of your efforts and commitment. We are delighted to offer ultimate wishes and send sincere greetings on this special day. You've succeeded. You got your college degree! I am incredibly proud of you. Take charge and be in control of your future. Congratulations on your graduation!

graduation message from mother to daughter

I couldn't be more proud to see the extraordinary woman you have become. You did it! I knew you could. I love you very, very much. Congratulations sweetheart! It has limitless opportunities. Also Read: 110+ Best Graduation Wishes to Write in Graduation Card 2024 I wholeheartedly admire your strong-willedness and determination. Your graduation is a reflection of all the hard work you've put in. You inspire me. You must be so proud of what you have accomplished. I'm cheering you on! Years later, my dear daughter is a person who is all on her own. I'm blessed as a mom.

Your love makes me happy and proud all the time. This is your time! We fight, you and I, without a single word. Always yours, my love. Your graduation is your coming out party. Shine bright, my love! The future is yours - you can do it! I'm your loving, admiring listener.

Inspirational graduation wishes for daughter

You did it, daughter! I'm so proud of the wonderful form of a woman you are transforming. Congrats on graduating! The whole world is at your disposal. Get them. You were unbelievably productive; your work ethic yielded tangible results in your academic performance, and now graduation gifts await you. I hope these words inspire and sustain you as you write the next chapter of your life. Also Read: 110+ Best Graduation Wishes to Write in Graduation Card 2024 Celebrate today, beautiful girl! Your graduation is a stepping stone into a world filled with opportunities. By starting college, you enter a bright future. The start of your graduation is the beginning of many fabulous things to happen. After all, we have been through gradually, and the very best is yet to come. Congrats on everything you have worked for and conquered today. May your spiritual aspirations direct you to heavenly destinations. You've come so far, and this graduation card symbolizes just the start of your journey. Watch what becomes of you as your talks continue! I'm your #1 fan!

Today, bye-bye, and see you! Then, mind you, whenever you require it, you will have mine with worship. I love you! You did the thing! I couldn't be more proud of the incredible girl you are turning up to be. The world awaits. Congratulations on your graduation! Stomp it - here you go - present the world with you.

sweet graduation messages

Good luck with your new job! Way to go. You are amazing. Enjoy this special day. I am turning you today into a matchless tomorrow, and you can smile with the brightest of smiles. Congrats! You did it! Celebrate your accomplishment, and let it show you that many opportunities lie ahead. With intelligence and charisma, you're as prepared as you can be. Bravo! Everything sleepless night and first thing in the morning had been perfectly worth it.Way to go! Maintaining your goals and making them vital. Remember, graduation is a symbol of your commitment and resilience. You're inspiring. Also Read: 110+ Best Graduation Wishes to Write in Graduation Card 2024 It's that day - let's make the most of it and be glad we get this chance! Your determination is inspiring. Tomorrow will be better. You are a winner! We knew you had it in you to succeed. The world is saying, Let's see it! Best graduation wishes to you.

High school graduation wishes for daughter.

I'm so happy to see how far you've come from where we started—the great woman you've become. Congratulations! You did it! I knew you could. Do the world a favor by finding its purpose; give your best shot, as graduation is a milestone. All my life, it has been you from the first day of school to the last; I could not be happier by how you have made me proud. Congrats, graduate! Time went by amazingly quickly, and our love for you remains forever at its core. Hoping that you will have a bright and great time opening this new chapter. You always tried your best and enjoyed the game. We've come a long way, so let's celebrate our achievement now! Congrats on graduating.

The sun is shining - the diploma is the key to success. You are on your way to victory, and we are here for you. Love you! You’ve become an emergent, subsequently mature lady. What's coming next is going to be equally amazing! We love you - presented with your success at your college graduation! Believe in your dreams as much as you believe in the stars, for graduation is just the beginning of your incredible journey. We're so proud of you! Congrats, graduate. Also Read: 110+ Best Graduation Wishes to Write in Graduation Card 2024 -Was My Huggable My Little Pony/High School Hottie. Let us say a big shout-out for closing the gap - oh yeah! You did it! It has been such an honor to watch you grow and succeed, especially to see my beloved daughter on her graduation. It is our great honor. Time to go out there - good luck!

Graduation Sentiments to Daughter

There are no more words to describe the way that I feel today. You made it, my little one. I am so proud of you, the person you have been. Congratulations sweetheart! The globe is seeking your footsteps to cover the grounds. You've got this. You have worked very hard for this day, and it is finally here. And as you set out for your bright future, I'm encouraging you. And our small girl grew into a talented adult. As you fly through the skies, the sky is the limit! It was understood that you can accomplish this, congratulations on your graduation, my incredible daughter. You turned all your critics into your toasts. Shine your light! Graduation is a testament to your bright future ahead. Also Read: 110+ Best Graduation Wishes to Write in Graduation Card 2024 The passing of four years, but you have discovered a lot. The woman who stands before me is inspiring, talented, and smart. Would you believe I still can't believe my baby girl is graduating? You did good, kid. I love you forever and ever. You did it! It's your time now to change the world, as your graduation is just the beginning. Our support is here, be it in every step down the road. You truly made us proud, and we want to thank you for all your efforts. There it is! Love yourself and celebrate this day the way you should. Congrats graduate! Hoping that you live a life of everlasting triumph, joy, and happiness. You've got this!

Emotional Daughter's Graduation Message

I am so proud of you; you have grown into this awesome lady. You did it! I knew you could. I'm not crying with the bittersweetness of our parting; I'm crying with happiness for you. I may explode with joy and pride for my graduate. I'm beyond words to describe how much I love you! And here I am, four years down the line. I am simply in awe of you – your actions will forever be remembered!

It has been rehearsed for now; therefore, do not be surprised, as graduation is a milestone in life. Glow bright, my clear shining star. Also Read: 110+ Best Graduation Wishes to Write in Graduation Card 2024 The story remains just at the beginning. The best (years) are yet to be seen. My baby daughter grew to be a young lady. This mommy is surely a proud mama. From your baby steps to college and getting the degree, you still make me breathe hard. You are a light; it is time to shine it on the world. This is now, the present, your future is great; blossom into tomorrow’s promise. I'll be here for you Forever.

Funny Graduation Messages for Your Daughter

You did it! The time has come. Go forward and excel in the real world. You're such a great parent! Now it is time for you to move out as there are other issues it's used for. You did it and graduated. Now, the real test is doing your laundry for the first time, but let's not forget the bigger picture as graduation is a time to celebrate your achievements. You are a full-grown adult, and there is nobody else for whom I am more joyful and nervous for you at the same time. We told you so!! Now, you are the best consideration for you to start the family. You're all grown now; remember to call your Mom every once in a while. Also Read: 110+ Best Graduation Wishes to Write in Graduation Card 2024 After four years of college behind your back, the future is yours to take on. You've got this! We're so proud! Work now, pay later. Ok, ok; go and be an adult while your dad and I try to enjoy our retirement. Congratulations, graduate! We're so proud... Now, get out because seeing you move out is depressing. Read the full article

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Jeramead, King of Nowhere

Lol so here’s what I plotted out.

Big boom happens. Shockwave hits your house and you think you’ve died, but then you wake up and initially everything’s fine. Then you and Leann go outside and the chunk of land your house was on is floating a few hundred feet above ground level. In the direction of town (the obvious epicenter of the blast), there’s a gigantic, floating skull with one massive and empty eye socket looking downward. It has several vertebral stalks with some rottin flesh on ‘‘em and dead, vacant eyes at the ends. I guess you would recognize it’s a plus+ size dead Beholder…depends how meta I feel like writing it. Then a bunch of daemons start swarming about the place and attack you guys, you get yur punchies on, Leann’s latent Witch genes activate and she gains absolute power over them BOOM BAM ya got yurself a mini-daemon army! Congrats. You bleed out and die from yur wounds, which is less cool. You’re in pitch blackness and then a massive eye opens with a triangular pupil and an iris like a red, dyin, sun. It talks through your mouth to say some shit you don’t understand. Then you wake up in bed again. You go to get a drink and Leann, covered in blood, has a freak attack cuz she just saw you turn into a bunch of golden bubbles and fly away. Also Vincent is possessed by some Germanic motherfucker who wants to teach Leann witchcraft. Then some Alterran adventurers rock up in a flying ship and just start lobbin fireballs and lightnobolts at ya house. All three of you die a bunch and wake up in bed a bunch aaaand go a bit crazy. So you try to clobber on with lead dude (just imagine a stereotypical jrpg protag…that’s most alterran adventurers and they’re all psychopaths) you try to fight the lead dude who’s got a badass golden axe. He’s clearly trippin balls or somethin so he misses a lot, but he’s indestructible and every time he hits something, it detonates like a grenade. Leann, Vincent and yo daemon compadres kill most of the other psycho adventurers accept for a kid who says she just wants to go home, an old dude and a sleeping beast chick who doesn’t wake up the whole time. You die a couple times and come back, which cause cardboard cutout man to lose his shit and chug from a glowin stein. He gets blue skin and grows like 20 feet, then laughs and chucks the axe at you, taking off yo right arm. When you come back this time, your arm is still missing where the blade specifically severed it. 20ft man goes after Leann. You dash over there in slow mo. Then 20ftcardboman’s muscles start ripping out of his skin and growing infinitely, until he’s just a spaghetti pile of muscle. Only the Axe and the Stein remain. Then the axe lifts up, flies towards you, grows a golden gauntlet that attaches itself in place of yo right arm, introduces itself as Charlie and says “yowr ma new dah.” That’s where the reeeeal shitshow starts.

(size of a city with smaller beholders at the ends of its eyestalks…Xenapho has the Eye of Bahamut denoted by its central eye’s triangular pupil and thus, wields an “enlightened”/absolute level of Aether control. Perhaps this evolution is due to Xenåphøliskïs no longer fearing or loathing others, genuinely believing that everything it perceives is it’s property. Besides this boosted ego quite literally giving it a fat head, this means it’s dream-born progeny are no longer born from hateful paranoia, but all-consuming narcissism instead. Yes, this means it is surrounded by an army of its loving children, The Beholden. The Beholden are just as powerful and intelligent as regular Beholders, but live to constantly defend and give their lives for Xenapho. Their reward for a job well done is being able to one day be selected to fuse into Xenapho’s newly grown eye stocks and share in the one true vision of all things. Xenåphøliskïs is the Supreme Eye Tyrant. It has defeated gods, titans, dragons and hundreds of its own kind. Side note: though it remains mostly lawful evil, Xenapho is much closer to chaotic neutral than most of it kind. It might help you if it thinks of you as a useful citizen in its Sim’s like view of mortals. It might even bless you with the mind and BODY of a Beholder…)

Xenåphøliskïs, The Monolithic Beholder, noticed that it could suddenly travel directly to a new world and that worlds core was dead (Gaia has no soul). So they were like “ time to test out that theory that I can fuse with the planet’s core and perfectly transmute into a world’s soul.” He enters real space above the town you live outside of and begins the terraformic spell, only to be rudely interrupted by a top hat wearing time traveler/Eldritch horror calling himself Mr. English(he’s battled English before). Xenapho has instantaneous reaction speed and split second spell casting ability, so they fire off 9th^999 level Soul Disintegration from three eyes while constantly disenchanting Mr. English with the others, preventing him from spell casting. It’s many progeny quickly form a triangulated antimagic field and focus on constantly charming/paralyzing the time traveler. Guaranteed victory. It’s temporally sensitive eyes could see the impossible happened, additional seconds were added to the past as Mr. English sneered down at him smugly with those glowing, golden eyes. In those impossible additional seconds, English raised his cane, aiming it at Xenapho’s central eye. They felt their eye imploding in on itself. Knew the bastard had turned their eye into a black hole with Eldritch Arcana that should’ve took years for a mortal to cast. In -3 seconds. Xenapho devoted all it’s unnaturally vast intelligence to finding the escape route. It COULD NOT DIE. IT WAS THE ULTIMATE BEING. It was then it sensed the vulnerable minds of teeming mortals below. No gods defended them. No Consortium warded their minds. It’s last grin could’ve swallowed the whole town as it disseminated it’s massive mind, trickling down into the many brains below. It would not allow any of them to die until it was revived. This was the will of Xenåphøliskïs.

The bro roster so far includes Buckethead, Alterran crusader who lost her crusader helm…so she just wears a bucket with eyeholes punched in it. 7ft tall, iron skin, dumb as a box o rocks, but she’s got a good heart.

A troll that you fight for five days straight and then axe in the head. As you’re one lining, they get up, grow a new brain, and thank you for waking them up. Become quite a sophisticated, gender-fluid individual. Vegetarian.

Yeeeeeeessssss. You also meet a band of Goblins who are all named Ked. They all wear different onesies.

Turns out, Goblins love guns and explosives. Who’d a thunk, huh. Once you taught them the ways of firearms and gave them all their first sawn-off shawties, they started crafting their own, improvised guns and explosives at an alarming rate. Amazing what you can with a Walmart’s worth of duct tape, gasoline and whole lotta random shit for “flavor”.

You have a tiny crab companion who’s actually a dragon. His back-shell opens ladybug style and lil wings pop out. He can also bench press cars and his pincers can cut through steel. Shoots the classic pressurized water beam of death, but I wanted him to have an alternate breath type that looks like a long range water sprinkler. It’s actually acid, but it magically tricks yur body into just thinking it’s wet instead of melting.

[morbidmeatbun]

Sometimes I just want to punch her in the flipping face.

Like please SHUT UP and stop coaxing people to do what you want. How can YOU have a better judgement of where I live while I’M the one who literally stayed here for my whole damn life???

What a control freak.

The more you’ve grown the more you realize you live in a circle of manipulators. Regardless how ‘kind’ they look. (My eyes were open when they had the sheer audacity of saying what’s right or wrong to my tired mom 🙄 Like tf are you? Are YOU living her life? Do you even understand how she feels? How WE feel? You’re just doing that cuz you’re ego is hurt because yourself can’t control the lives of your own kids???)

And girl stop prying into my life??? Not even my mother ask shitty personal questions like the ones coming out of your mouth.

Congrats of being in first place for the most Uncomfortable Conversation Starter 🏆

I, once dreamed of having someone like you in my life.

But now, I’m super damn GLAD I’m not even related by blood to you.

Cuz I know I’d rather be gone than to live in your bullshit radar.

CAN’T WE JUST LIVE FREELY FOR ONCE??? GOD DAMN IT I HATE PEOPLE PUTTING ‘DEBTS’ ON US. I CAN’T BELIEVE WE’VE BEEN PLAYING ALONG ALL THIS TIME.