#i had been planning on just BUYING one of the posters for their birthday

[spacethread]

my ode to the iconique wildlife safety video and resulting poster, for my best worst friend 🖤

[arthenaa]

UN Village — roommate!mizu x f!reader

synopsis: a glimpse into the life after being 'just' roommates.

content: 18+, nsfw, gay ass sex, gay ass losers, gay gay gay, short domestic glimpses of your life with mizu as your gf slash roommate slash best friend and your cat named nora. can be read as a one shot, you and mizu call each other bon/bonnie as an endearment, she/her pronouns for both reader and mizu.

author's note: this is a compilation of the requests I received from my inbox! namely the ones requesting hcs plus nsfw parts. (to that one anon with a specific request for the nsfw part, know that ill be going along with some of your ideas! will be tweaking it a bit <3) i also have a hc that mizu is well off ... both bc of her father's hard work and that she also has a stable job despite still being in university. anys, enjoy!

parts: blurred lines, mizu as your roommate

Life as a couple wasn't all that different—a realization you've reached after observing your first few months with Mizu together. Aside from the access to overly exaggerated kisses and must-have energy-charging hugs, things were the same as they were before.

Grocery shopping on Saturdays is still a rotational thing, you cook, she cleans—sometimes when both of you feel a little too lazy to cook dinner, take-outs from that diner near 2nd Street are a must. She walks you to class, drives you to wherever you want, and you buy her her favorite tea as a reward for working hard.

If anything, your domestic rituals have been quite rewarding whenever you've come to the realization that yes, Mizu is yours and that you don't have to deal with all the angsty shit that came with having that realization. Everything was a breeze.

Speaking of working hard, Mizu had been quite busy as of late. Always unintentionally locking herself up in her room or getting home late some days. You knew her schedule well enough that this wasn't a result of her academics but of her work. You never knew how Mizu could balance her work and academic life so well but you suppose that's part of what makes her so ... Mizu.

You could see the exhaustion from the way she touches her temple more often or the bouncing of her knee whenever you two plan on working on requirements at the library (the librarian had been lenient with her judgment after the two of you gave her 'sorry' cookies the other day, it was quite funny). You knew that Mizu was getting overwhelmed with whatever she was dealing with at work.

So, as the loving girlfriend that you are, you wanted to give her a time to rest and motivation to overcome whatever block that's hindering her creativity and process in completing her work.

You make careful footsteps towards her room—shushing Nora who mews softly at your feet. You balance the tray to one arm as the other gently reaches to twist the doorknob. The hinges on the wooden door squeak as you push it open, revealing your girlfriend hunched over her desktop. Her room is as simple as it can be, white walls adorned with a few of her framed pictures—some were posters of her favorite bands and films while the others were collages of her favorite moments, captured by a camera she had bought on her first paycheck. You see the infamous cactus you gifted her on her birthday perched on top of her shelves alongside a few books and comics that she collected over the years. The minimalistic feel of her room does bring a calming effect whenever you enter her space (which is why more often than not, sleepovers are in her room than yours). Your attempts to not disturb her work continue due to the noise-canceling headphones pulled over her head. You see Mizu pinch the bridge of her nose, her glasses nudged up before she adjusts them back on her face. Your eyes soften at the view.

Gently placing the tray on her dresser, you make careful steps towards her hunched figure before moving to wrap your arms around her shoulders. She tenses for a moment but at the whiff of your familiar scent, she immediately melts in your touch. You pull away slightly as she pulls her headphones off, placing it on the table before going back to your previous position.

"Hey," You softly murmur, cheek pressed to her temple. She hums at your voice, eyes still trained on her tablet perched on a stand. "How are you doing?"

Mizu twirls her digital pen in her hand—the stiff length of her pen gliding smoothly along her fingers. She nudges your head to acknowledge your presence. "Fine," She says.

You knew Mizu tends to downplay her feelings a lot. It was a common problem you both encountered throughout both your friendship and relationship. She tends to be more service-giving and prioritizes your welfare over her own. While you truly appreciate her attentiveness to your well-being, it does bring concern whenever she says things that don't really resonate with how she looks and feels. You've since learned to grow atoned to her body language—knowing at a glance at her mannerisms and communicating more definitely helps a lot in the long run.

You place a kiss on her temple, hugging her tight as she focuses back on her task. You decide not to push too much on it. "Did you get assigned new work?"

Mizu hums, nodding slightly as she makes quick notes on her tablet. "Yeah. They needed a lot of manpower on this one."

Your arms move back to grab her shoulders, thumbs making circular motions on the area available to you. Mizu sighs at the feeling. "So it's a big project, huh?"

Mizu nods once more before pausing. There's a slight reprieve as you continue to ease the tense muscles on her shoulders. She then turns slightly, eyes looking up at you both in curiosity and gratefulness. "What's up with you?"

You smile down at her, leaning down to place a soft kiss on her lips before turning towards the tray of her favorite food on her dresser. "Got you some food and your favorite tea."

Mizu lightens up at your words, turning in her office chair and pulling you between her legs. She buries her face on your stomach, hands on your hips. "Thank you, Bonnie."

Her words pull a flush from your cheeks—still getting butterflies from her attention. You gently pat the top of her head, making sure not to stress the already messy bun haphazardly tied on a whim. A few strands of her hair escape the hairdo with each gentle slide of your palm on her head. You let out a grumble, hands making their way to pull the tie off her hair. Mizu chuckles at your movements.

"Was I too quiet?" Mizu asks as she feels your hands run through her hair—gathering all the strands with careful swoops. You hum at her response.

"Not really," You respond as you twist her hair in its usual style before beginning to tie it off with her hair tie. "Why?"

Mizu blinks softly, enjoying your ministrations on her head. She yawns. "I don't know. Just worried that I might've been ignoring you or something."

You pause at the last twist of her tie, gently pulling away to take a look at her face. The exhaustion is evident—bags under her eyes, eyes blinking slow, and the slouch on her posture. However, despite it all, her eyes and face remain softened and loving at the sight of you. A soft smile pulls from your lips.

"You haven't," Your hands gently cup her face as you angled it up towards you. "You don't have to worry about a thing, Mizu. Whatever you need, I'll be right here."

She gazes into your eyes, processing your heartfelt words before a genuine smile bursts from her lips. Your heart thunders at its brightness and you can't help but return its intensity.

"I love you." She murmurs, eyes filled with gratitude. You revel in its warmth.

"I love you too."

"Mizu?" You call out to the empty living room, not noticing the familiar raven-haired girl typically lounging in the living space around this time. You knew because Mizu often tends to do her leisure time in the living room where it has an open space and just an overall change of pace in the morning. You had gone out to do the groceries as Mizu did hers last week. You half expected her to be at the same spot when you returned but didn't overthink it. She was probably back at her room or fixing up that clog in the bathroom. You placed your shoes on the side before walking towards the kitchen to drop the grocery bags.

You begin to place the items in their respective places before realizing another equation to the problem. Nora was also nowhere to be found. Your heart speeds up,

"Nora? Mizu?" You call out, placing the bag of fruits down to find you two missing culprits. "Where are you?"

While Mizu was a generally quiet person and Nora being stealthy like a damn mosquito, they often wandered to your presence and so you expected that your girlfriend would call back and Nora's feet would begin to pitter patter its way towards you. There were only a few other options that you could consider where those two disappeared to. First, Mizu must have taken her out for a walk. Nora tends to be restless in the morning and prefers going out when the sun is high and the temperature is just right. Second, probably in Mizu's bedroom—those two tend to nap when you're not in sight, probably because most of the time their energy is just you with 5% of their actual energy. You decide to go with the second option for now.

You make careful steps towards Mizu's room, knocking on the wooden surface before opening the door. The lights are off and the room's spotless. Mizu must be out. You turn towards your room just in case. You're greeted with the bed you made this morning. You scratch your head in thought, confused as to where those two might have gone.

Just as you begin to worry, the sound of the door's security system unlocking through the keypad resounds through the hallway. You make your way towards the living space to see Mizu with an armful of carboard boxes and Nora trailing behind her. They both pause at the sight of you.

"Oh," Mizu blinks at you as if she had been caught sticking her hand somewhere she shouldn't have. You blink back in response. "You're home."

Nora meows in response to your rather unexpected predicament. Your eyes dart from Mizu, to Nora, to the boxes in Mizu's arms.

"... What's that?" You watch as Mizu gently places the items down with a sigh before turning towards you with a sheepish smile.

"I got Nora a tower," She responds hesitantly, gauging your reaction to her response. There's a few moments of silence as you process the information.

You remain speechless. If anything, you were the one who mostly spoils Nora. Having too much similarities to your grumpy looking girlfriend, you couldn't help but coddle the kitty. Mizu on the other hand tends to bond with cat through silent stares or squinting at each other as if they have their own form of communication. It's safe to say that you're quite amused at the fact that Mizu was the one who brought her

A laugh escapes your lips at the thought, watching as Mizu furrows her eyebrows in confusion while Nora simply meows beside her.

"How did you even—" You cover your mouth in an attempt to calm yourself down from the impending laughter. "When did you even get this?"

Mizu rolls her eyes. "I got it last week. When you had class—" She pauses at the sound of your laughter. "Why is this so funny to you?"

You grin at her grumpy attitude. "I just didn't expect that you'll be the one getting her the tower. I thought you settled for the treats?"

Mizu snorts as she settles down on the carpeted floor, pulling one of the smaller boxes towards her. "Since when was I limited to that?"

You grin excitedly, rushing over to her side with ease. Mizu chuckles at your enthusiasm. You place a kiss on her cheek causing your girlfriend to pause and turn her attention towards you.

"That's so hot of you, Bonnie," You coo, utterly enamored by her. Mizu's soften, the corner of her lips upturned.

There's a softened tension between the two of you as Mizu's eyes roam all over your face. There's a mischievous look on her face. "All it takes for me to get between your legs is a cat tower, really?"

You grin wide at her words. You decide to tease back. "Can you blame me? That's wife material right there."

Mizu drops the box on the floor before finally turning her body to you with an eyebrow upturned. "So you're saying you'll marry me over a cat tower?"

You shrug. "I mean, you, breathing is enough—"

You squeal as you feel the sudden rise of your body from the ground. Mizu sweeps you into her arms, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other gripping your thigh. You flush in her hold as you wrap your legs around her waist.

You squirm in her hold. "Mizu, I didn't say now!"

The raven haired woman pays no attention to your whims as she steps over the boxes and begins to make her way towards her room. "We can do that later." She hums, carrying you with ease.

You turn towards Nora who stares up at both of her parents, innocently licking her paw. "N-Nora!" You whine over Mizu's back. "Nora, help mommy!"

The cat only stretches—letting a loud meow before it jumps on the couch and curls into a ball. You whine at the lack of attentiveness to your apparent danger as your girlfriend chuckles at your try of escaping.

"The cat won't help you, y'know?"

"Mizu!"

"What about this?" Your eyes lock with your girlfriend through the mirror as you fix the front of your dress. Akemi's birthday is just around the corner and plans of going out had been arranged and planned out. The birthday gal had wanted to celebrate her night at a club and your wardrobe lacked the proper attire for an occassion like that. So you went shopping.

The thing is, Mizu had always been your outfit decision-maker. You didn't think much of it before when her gaze landed on yours whenever you showed her an array of outfits for whatever occasion. Now, you feel her stare more intensely as if a knife had delicately touched its tip against your skin and marked its way down with a gentle grip—not enough to harm but enough to entice a reaction.

The dress you chose was satin with a color of your choice—backless and hung around your curves nicely. You subtly turn your body as you admire its simplistic design. Mizu hums from her position on the bed, laying on her side with her elbow propped up to support her weight. You see her tilt her head, eyes taking their sweet time to analyze your figure.

"Bon?" You ask as you turn towards her. Her eyes are half-lidded and you can sense from a mile away the familiar look on her face but you remain ignorant of the tension brewing between you. You choose to turn back towards the mirror, fixing your hair as you adjust the straps. "I don't know if it's fit for a nightclub or an evening dine."

You hear Mizu hum. Just then, you hear shifting on the bed before sock-cladded feet pad through the wooden floors. You see Mizu's figure behind you in the mirror—the subtle size difference of her broad shoulders compared to you heats your cheeks. Her arms make their way around your waist, pulling you flush against her chest as she props her chin on your shoulder. Your eyes lock on the reflection in the mirror as you take careful notes of her appearance. Hair pulled in a half bun, blue eyes devoid of their usual black-rimmed glasses, figure clad in black with a familiar gold chained necklace wrapped loosely around her neck, and her wrist adorned by a silver watch you gifted her on her birthday last year. You heave a breath at the intensity of her stare.

"You look pretty," She mumbles, eyes lost in your figure before placing a soft kiss on your neck. A shiver runs through your spine at her affection, feeling it take course through the expanse of your shoulder. It's slow and soft—making sure each scar and imperfection is not left untouched. You squirm in her arms.

"Mizu," You hum, voice deep and sultry as you lean your head back, allowing her more space to work with. "You're not working with me."

The raven haired gal laughs against your skin as she continues with her ministrations. You feel her hands rumple the fabric, clutching the soft satin material as it bunches up between her fingers. The hem rises up to your thighs, granting your lover a sweet view of home.

"What?" She asks with a teasing tone. You grumble at her mischievous nature. "I was just answering your question."

"I asked if it fit—" You moan slightly as she sucks on the familiar spot behind your ear. "N-not if I was hot. There's a difference."

"Is there?" Her breath hits your ear with a slight deep chuckle of her voice. You feel her trail her kisses towards the nape of your neck, hands beginning to caress your thighs. You watch as the hem of your dress practically rise up to the top of your thighs, granting no sense of decency. You whine as you feel her kiss down your shoulder blades, tongue licking out to mouth at the valley between your shoulders.

"You're so unfair," You breathe out, back arching as she slides her hands to your hips, pulling you back against hers. She smiles, nudging your head to the side as she buries hers against your neck. Your eyes meet at the reflection, gauging each other's response. You would've thought that her ministrations would end then and there but you shouldn't have underestimated your girlfriend. After all, it's always the quiet ones.

Mizu boldly cups your cunt over your dress—a moan escaping your lips. She pulls you flush against her as she nips against the tip of your ears. You remain pinned against her chest, her arm strength keeping you close.

"You fucker," You pant, mouth opening up to a grin as you gripped her arm. She merely gives a you a smirk as she hikes her hand up, grinding her palm against you. Your knees falter.

"I give you my opinion and you curse me out?" Mizu laughs against your ear, placing a peck on your cheek. "Not cute, babe."

"God, you're so annoying," You sigh, hand reaching out to bury itself in Mizu's raven locks. Your girlfriend merely hums, eyes watching you get lost in the pleasure of her fingers. It's as if the fuse in Mizu's head had began to run out of course, she then pulls away from your back and turns you towards her with ease.

You flush as she manhandles you in her arms, pulling you up to wrap your legs around her waist. You grasp at her shoulders at the sudden movement. She pauses, eyes calculating as she eyes you up like a predator waiting for its prey to back down, and knowing you, you'd never back down just like that.

You wrap your arms around her neck, leaning close to brush your lips against hers. "Gonna pull this dress off me or what?" You hum, nose brushing against hers. "If you're too busy eyeing me up instead of fucking me, I got a pretty handy vibrator back in my cabinet."

She chuckles at your boldness, jaw clenching at your words. "You're a fucking brat, y'know that?"

You giggle as she moves you towards the bed. "Gets you every time."

"Why are you limping like that?" Ringo asks you one day as you met up with him and Akemi for class. Thank the Gods that Ringo is naturally innocent like that. It saves you the embarrassment of having to tell two people what Mizu did to you in the morning. Akemi, however, merely raises an eyebrow at you—shaking her head like a disappointed mother. You had underestimated the time it took to get ready, and Mizu in bed wasn't exactly a good component in your determination to focus in the morning. Add the fact that your horny and Mizu is feeling quite energetic at 7 am.

"When I said that I'm happy for you, I was hoping that you'd get to keep the private matters of your relationship finally to a minimum and not for the whole world to see," Akemi deadpans. Ringo looks at her with furrowed eyebrows. "It's quite contradicting but you get my point."

You give her a sheepish smile at her words while Akemi merely sips on her iced coffee. Ringo turns to you with a smile, his hand forming a thumbs up. "Ignore her, I am happy for you."

Akemi grumbles, shifting her leg over her knee. "Can we not talk about this right now? We're about to have an exam."

You and Ringo share a playful look at Akemi's quips, not wanting to be at the receiving end of Akemi's fury. The classroom was slowly filling in with students—all having the same look of despair and exhaustion for the test in a few minutes. You turn towards your bag, hand rummaging through the array of essentials carefully packed from the night before. Your eyebrows furrow as you can't feel the familiar material of your pen case.

"Oh fuck," You murmur, tone panicking as you peered inside your bag. Ringo and Akemi glance at you in concern.

"What?" Ringo asks, ever the concerned hubby that he is. You let a shaky breath as you can't see the familiar cat patterned pen case that Mizu gifted to you last year. Your essentials for the test were in there! While a pen might've been easy to borrow, the other materials were definitely something you couldn't get away with. You turn to Akemi and Ringo with a frown.

"I think I left my pen case at the dorm." You huff in frustration, glancing at the front to check the time. "I can't go back, there's not enough time."

Akemi sighs, head nudging to your phone. "Check with your girlfriend. She might be nearby."

Your shoulders lower in hesitance. "It's class hours. Don't you think I'll be a bother?"

Ringo chuckles quietly in his seat. "You think Mizu would care about that?"

Akemi snorts before propping her arm on the table to place her chin on her palm. "What he said."

You sigh, contemplating your options before finally giving in.

You put your phone down on the surface of your table, cheeks heating up from the conversation. 15 minutes pass with ease and you're left twiddling your thumbs as you glance back and forth from the door to the clock in front.

Just as she said, Mizu appears at the small window of the door, hand waving awkwardly as she raises your pen case. You immediately stand up from your seat, earning curious glances from Akemi and Ringo. You pay them no mind as you shuffle your way to the door, gently opening it to not draw attention before closing it with a soft push behind you.

"Hey," Mizu's deep voice infiltrates your senses as you turn towards her. You immediately take note of her outfit—dark blue rayon skipper collared blouse with sleeves that reached her arms halfway, pale brown slacks cuffed to her ankles, and a pair of white sneakers. Her hair is in its usual bun with the added flare of her orange tinted glasses. You snicker.

Mizu sighs, tilting her head with a deadpan stare. "Why are you laughing?"

You glance at the empty corridor before wrapping your arms around her waist. "You look like a walking sponsor for Uniqlo."

Mizu scoffed, raising the hand grasping the pen case before gently bonking it on your forehead. "You ought to be more thankful to me, pretty."

You grin up at her, hugging her close as you prop your chin on her sternum. You squint your eyes, giving her your most mischievous look. "I'll be sure to put that on my new year's list."

Mizu rolls her eyes, pushing you gently off her before jokingly slamming your pen case on your hand. "There," She says before presenting another paper bag on your hand. "Also, here."

You glance at the paper bag then at her—those perfectly thick and plucked eyebrows arching at you as she waves the paper bag for you to take. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "What's that?"

Mizu shrugged as you peered inside to see a half filled cup of your favorite drink in a large size. You look up at Mizu who tilts her head to the side with a smile. "I got it this morning. Meant to save some for you."

You purse your lips as your heart softens at the gesture. "Mizu," You coo. The gal only leans forward and places a kiss on your forehead.

"Now go ace that test, bon," She smiles. "I'll get you after class."

She waves you goodbye before jogging towards the elevators. You sigh dreamily as she disappears into the corner before walking back inside your classroom. You maneuver your way towards your desk, earning a couple of side glances from Akemi and Ringo.

You sit down, giddily settling down on your seat before you hear someone clear their throat beside you.

"Homesexuals," Akemi clears her throat beside you to which Ringo snorts at. You shoot a glare at them in response.

Mizu is generally, a patient person.

Despite her grumpy responses towards Ringo or her perpetual furrowed eyebrows, eyes squinted into a glare, and her frowned lips whenever Taigen enters the scene, Mizu still is a patient person. You've rarely seen her angry and when she does become angry, it often comes out in seething silence. Eyes that bore into the depths of your soul, face hardened enough to not show any emotion, and a stance evoking authority and dominion over the situation.

You saw it once. When a guy tried to force himself on you during a campus party. It was an unfortunate event really and you didn't want things to escalate but the man didn't back down with his flirting (if you could even call it that). Let's just say that the night ended with a bruise on their face and it's definitely not Mizu.

You're well aware that your girlfriend can pack a punch and certainly knows how to use it. She's well built and has a lot of strength for someone her stature. Taigen calls it a sleeper build—a passing glance from when Mizu helped out with moving Akemi's furniture to her new condo. You definitely agree with that.

That's why you're internally panicking for the aftermath of a similar situation from Akemi's birthday nightout.

"Mizu," You pant, trying to call for her attention but the blinding force of her anger continues to drive her need for you. "Mizu—Ngh! Please listen to me—"

Mizu continues her ministrations on your neck, paying no mind to your squirming body as her hand grabs your thigh with ease—anchoring it to her waist as she slots her torso between your legs.

"Fuck," She growls against the skin of your neck, hair in disarray from the sloppy and heavy makeout session on the way to your bedroom. You vividly remember knocking a frame off your console table when Mizu slammed you against its edge. "I should've fucked him up."

You whine at the bite of her teeth on your shoulder—grasping at her shoulders. "Baby, we have to talk about this—"

Her thigh slots between your legs and hikes it up against your cunt—you mewl at the pressure. Mizu pulls away from your shoulder, licking her lips as she peers down at you with darkened shades of blue. "Talk? You want to talk?"

Her tone resounds with mockery and sarcasm, a seething remembrance of her fury from just a few hours ago. Typically, this behavior would startle you at first but you've grown to learn and love this blue-eyed woman after the years you've spent pining and being oblivious to each other's affection.

"You're not going to do this to me, Mizu," You snarl back, letting out a breathy sigh as her free hand begins to move your hips against her thigh. "You made us leave Akemi's party because of this—that's not–Hngh—t-that's not okay—Fuck!"

Mizu darkly chuckles as she begins to roam her hand underneath your dress. "You talk too much for someone who's about to get fucked."

"Shut the fuck up," You try to return the dominance but her skillful pulls and push of your hips leaves you breathless and keening at her touch. "That guy isn't even worth it, why'd you even—why?"

Mizu feels the inside of your thigh, reveling in the soft flesh as she creeps closer to your mound. "Didn't like the way he looked at you. Mothefucker had the audacity to ask for your number as if he didn't see my hand gripping your thigh. I fucking hate that."

You feel her fingers teeter over the edge of your panties—skin thumbing the material of your underwear, a surprise you wished would be unveiled in different circumstances.

Mizu kisses your pulse point, making sloppy kisses on the area as she continues to speak. "Everything's worth it if it's you."

You arch and mewl at her words, head moving back to give her more room. Mizu smiles at your reaction.

"You like that?" She chuckles deeply. "Like it when I'm being possessive, huh?"

"Oh God," You groan. "Are you going to fuck me or what?"

Mizu pulls away from your neck, brushing her nose against yours as she peers down at your irritated features. "So demanding," She smiles as she leans close and brushes her lips against yours.

Having had enough, your hand grabs her raven tresses—gripping it as you pull her down to close the distance between your mouths. It's all wet and full of passion—desperate sliding of lips against yours. She tilts her head, begging for deeper access as she slides out her tongue to feel more of you. There's a battle for dominance—a battle she's desperately winning. You pull away with a bite on her bottom lip, gently pulling it before licking your lips.

"Damn." Mizu lets out a breathless chuckle from the kiss, all the more turned on from your confident nature. You smile up at her with a grin.

"I suggest putting all that anger into something useful," You pant as you guide her hand to pull your dress up more.

You watch as she pulls the dress off, eyes widening at the lingerie set you've worn for the night. You see her hunger double at the sight.

"Fuck me up, Mizu." You mewl as you arch your back to present your body to her. Her jaw clenches at your words.

Just as you had said those words, you yelp in surprise as she pulls you down the bed—sheets ruffling in the process before pinning your legs to your chest.

"I'll fucking kill anyone who gets to see you like this," Her words are dark—an apparent shiver running through your spine at the process. You mewl at her domineering figure, watching as she marvels at the way the fabric highlights your figure.

Mizu then moves the fabric covering your cunt to the side, letting out a shaky breath at the process. She dives in without hesitance, tongue poking out to take a straight and slow lick from your hole to your clit.

"Oh!" You moan loudly, hand darting to grasp at her raven locks. "Fuck!"

She wastes no time in eating you out—licking and slurping as if this is the last meal she'll ever have. Your thighs quiver at the magnitude of pleasure she brings forth. You've never been this overwhelmed with the pleasure as you choke over your moans—grasping and clawing at the sheets or her hand gripping your thighs. You eye her arms—sleeves of her button-up hiked up to her elbows, showcasing the veins popping and rising at the harsh grip she has on your body. The sight heats you up even more.

You flush as she peers up at you from the comforts of your pussy—blue eyes clouded with lust and want as she makes precise twirls and flicks with her tongue. Goddamn her mouth feels like fucking heaven.

"You're so pretty," She mouths over your clit, teasing with a few licks before spreading it with her fingers to not let one spot untouched. You moan at her tenacity. "All mine. All fucking mine."

Just as the pleasure couldn't get any worse, Mizu rubs her index and middle over your hole before slipping it inside with ease. With all the wetness from her mouth and the slick coming from you, the penetration is done with no difficulty. She then makes a few thrusts of her fingers before flexing her digits in a come hither motion. The tips of her lengthy digits reach the familiar gummy spot within you. You yelp at the sudden spike of pleasure, thighs slightly closing.

"Right here?" She asks, breathless. You become lost in the pleasure—drunk from the high Mizu's giving you.

"Ngh! Mizu please!" You plead, unsure of what exactly you're asking. Mizu licks her lips before adjusting her hand—palm brushing over your clit. She then begins to speed up her thrusts—making an up-and-down motion on her wrist as wet noises begin to come out of your cunt.

"M-Mizu! F-Fuck—I can't—!" You scream as the tips of her fingers continuously hit that familiar spot. She pays no mind to your whims, ignoring your hands reaching out to grab her arm. It doesn't take too long before you feel an intense knot in your core, as if you're going to release something you shouldn't. With a final flick of her wrist, a ray of clear liquid squirts out of your pussy as you scream in pleasure. You twitch and shiver in her hold as she darts down to slurp up your release.

You whine and keen at the sensitivity, hands darting out to push Mizu away. She continues to lick every part of your cunt—swollen and perfectly pink from her ministriations. "M-Mizu! S-Stop—Hah—please—!"

Once satisfied, the raven-haired gal moves up with a smile. "Good girl," she praises.

You watch as she removes the rest of you and her clothes then untying her hair before adjusting your legs—raising the other as she slots between them. You whine at the sensitivity.

"I can't, please—" You sob, eyes tearing up from being oversensitive. Mizu coos at you as she grinds her cunt against yours. You flinch, hands darting down to her hips.

"Yes you can baby," She kisses your leg, holding it to her shoulder. "You can give me one more, won't you angel?"

You pant as she speeds up her thrusts, the pleasure begins to build up once more. Your first orgasm wasn't far along and so the coming of the second comes with ease. You remain listless on the sheets, eyes watching as Mizu's hips make skillful circles—cunt rubbing against yours deliciously.

"Tell me you're mine," She pants, hair gathered to her shoulder. The sweat and flush on her skin make her more ethereal. "Tell me who do you belong to, hm?"

She demands rather than asks and with the cloudiness of the high she keeps giving you, you succumb to her authority.

"I-I'm yours," You whine, hands gripping her thighs as she begins to speed up. You feel the familiar knot of your climax begin to unravel. "I'm yours."

Mizu's thrusts begin to become inconsistent and with a few more grinds and circles of her hips, you release with a loud moan as Mizu follows after.

She drops down on you with a pant, obviously exhausted from the strenuous activity. There's a moment of reprieve as you revel in the afterglow of sex.

Your laughter breaks the silence. "You should get jealous more often," You jest. "So that I can get laid like this again—Fuck that was good."

Mizu chuckles from her spot on your neck. She props herself up with her arms beside your head. "And here you were asking to talk when we both knew that's never going to happen."

You giggle at her words, arms wrapping around her waist. You then let out a sigh. "God, I love your tongue."

Mizu rolls her eyes, gently removing herself from the sweaty intertwine of limbs. You pout at the loss of her body heat. "Starting to think that you really just love me for my body, don't you?"

You raise your hands in a joking manner. "Consider me guilty."

Mizu throws a pillow towards you before rising from the bed. You admire her naked figure as she runs her fingers through her raven locks. Mizu notices your gaze.

"Keep your eyes to yourself, creep." She squints her eyes to glare. You roll your eyes in response.

"Such a hypocrite," You retort. "As if you weren't rambling about how possessive you we—AGH!"

The raven-haired girl tackles you into the bed, hands coming to tickle you to death. You both laugh and giggle at each other, reveling in the atmosphere brought forward by your chemistry.

You suppose you could never get tired of this. Not when it's Mizu.

___

There's not much change after you and Mizu finally got together but u suppose its probably the cat

Mizu has the tendency to match with your outfit. Whenever you ask her abt it, she just claims its a coincidence

When Mizu got her first camera, she took pictures of you and her together. She got the film printed. (She has a picture of you on the back of her phone and you have hers on yours)

Your go to gift for Mizu are socks and tea

Mizu is eerily similar to Nora. Sometimes you catch them pausing and staring at each other in the living room. it's quite funny.

Peers around campus are funnily giving you thumbs up and congratulatory shakes as if you getting together is a monumental achievement in history (It's bc of Taigen).

Mizu becomes all the more service-giving once you get together (she opens doors for you, pulls your chair for you to sit on, brushing a stray hair away from your face). She likes it bc u give her kisses now.

Mizu subconsciously plays with your fingers when holding hands. Though her fave part to put her hand on is your thighs. she claims that she likes the feeling.

Mizu often asks for your opinion on things whether it be for work, academics, or day to day life. Its because she regards you important and dear to her. She wants to share her life with you.

The moment you disclosed your relationship with your friends, Ringo legit pulled out a party popper

Mizu IS a walking UNIQLO sponsor (you cannot count how many rayon blouses she has in her closet. she claims its bc she likes the fabric)

You jokingly proposed to Mizu with a candy pop ring. Mizu proposed to you back with a can tab.

Mizu orders her drinks in the largest cup size bc she gives it to u after when u meet up for lunch mwehe (coincidentally its your fave drink as well)

Taigen was so confused as to why Mizu just bolted from her seat (pen case part) during their lab time together and when he asked what happened when she came back, she said, "Ah. Bonnie needed help." Taigen wants to explode.

Mizu is quite open to casual PDA. she says goodbye to u in the form of forehead kisses.

overall, you and Mizu are just so cute and so mwa mwa and i just wanna put yall in my pocket hehe

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A/N: HEYAAA this is finally done. not proofread so im gonna have to make edits to this tom. happy new year everyone !!! hope u like this roommate mizu! also to the ppl who saw this halfway done... no u didnt ....

[mrkis]

⛧ this is apart of my ‘MARK BDAY REQUEST SPECIAL’ event that i will be doing for his bday (wednesday-sunday). requests are OPEN for this.

REQUEST: ⇢ showing up to ex fwb!mark’s bday party and forgetting a present so he asks you to stay back when everyone else leaves 🫣🫣

⛧ WARNINGS: 18+ content. ex fwb!mark, make outs, fingering, dry humping, unprotected sex,

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

( “You’re here?” Mark’s brows raise in surprise at your arrival, but it doesn’t stop him from throwing one arm around your shoulder to coax you into a hug that you immediately return, your hands rubbing his back and feeling the warmth beneath your palms. “I didn’t, like, expect you to be here”

“I’m not going to miss your birthday” You tell him with a light laugh, pulling back from the embrace to look at him with a sheepish smile. “Although, I forgot to buy a birthday present on my way here… I’m sorry”

“No, it’s cool, don’t worry about it” Mark dismisses it with a wave of his hand before he scratches the back of his neck. “The party is about to end soon though… Do you, like, mind if you stay behind when everyone leaves or something?”

“Sure” You nod, “I’ll go wait in your room” )

You’ve been waiting for fifteen minutes for Mark to bid everyone goodbye and thank them for coming to his birthday party, hearing his laughter from the living room as you mindlessly walk around his bedroom, capturing small details of the space that hasn’t been changed since you last were in here.

His walls are still white, decorated with a few random posters of his favourite artists. His vinyl collection is still stacked in the corner of the room, untouched and in pristine condition. His favourite guitar was tucked away in a case that leaned against his wardrobe, stickers of Spider-Man and the Canadian flags plastered across the black case. 

His bed sheets are still blue—so are the covers—and it’s freshly made, familiar with how he doesn’t allow himself to begin his day without making his bed the second he gets out of it. He still has the miniature Spider-Man plush that you bought him for his last birthday (and you’d be lying if you said you still didn’t have your Spider-Gwen plush underneath the covers of your own bed which, funnily enough, he bought you for your birthday). 

He also still has a few photo frames sitting on his desk next to his computer and your fingers ghost of the ones of him and his friends, his family and others that hold a lot of memory due to their locations. But you pause when the tips of your fingers touch a photo that you were sure Mark wouldn’t have kept and your heart swells in your chest.

It’s of you and him at a carnival, silly headbands on your head with goofy smiles on your faces, Mark standing behind you with his arms loosely wrapping around your shoulders and cheek pressed against yours with your one hand resting on his arm while the other shows a peace sign. 

You gut swirls with regret as you take a step back, suddenly feeling guilty for showing up at his birthday after you were the one that decided to call it quits on your odd situation. 

You and Mark were friends with benefits, the situation lasting a lot longer than you both originally had planned. You were hooking up to satisfy your needs, fucking each other when you were frustrated or in need of a release or were just bored. It was only supposed to be for a month, but a month lead into two months which lead into five, and the five lead to a year which eventually ended up being almost two and a half years. 

The predicament wasn’t good for both of you. Feelings were spiralling and even close friends were pointing out how strangely long it had been happening for and it made you feel terrible when a girl had walked up to you in a bar and told you that she liked Mark and wanted to ask him out but couldn���t due to you both being so close, and her being unsure of what you both really were. 

You explained it to Mark that night—saying that maybe you had both dragged this out longer than you should’ve and were stopping each other from meeting other people. Mark was hesitant, but he agreed, leaving you both to shake on it as you ended your friends with benefits situation.

It’s been two months since that happened and truthfully, you both struggled to keep in contact with each other without things seeming awkward and being reminded that you’ve seen each other naked every time you shared eye contact. It left a dent in your friendship, but you were desperate to still keep him as a close friend as he previously was, which is why you showed up tonight. 

“Sorry for making you wait for so long” You hear Mark apologise behind you and you jump at the sudden voice, peering over your shoulder to see Mark closing his bedroom door behind himself with a sheepish smile on his face. “Haechan and Chenle didn’t want to leave”

“Should’ve let them stay” You tell him with a kind smile, “Then you wouldn’t be alone for the night on your birthday”

“Well, I, uh, you know, I was hoping you would stay with me tonight” Mark admits with an awkward laugh, patting down the back of his hair, a little nervous habit you picked up during your time together. “Since we, like, haven’t been able to spend time together”

“I get it” You say in understanding, wanting nothing more than to spend time with him too and catch up on all the things you’ve missed. Even being in his presence is making you feel happy and content. “I’m still sorry about not getting you a birthday present, by the way”

“You can still give me one…” Mark speaks softly as he takes a step forward and your eyes widen slightly, immediately recognising what he’s hinting at as you feel his hands come up to touch your cheeks, his thumb pulling at your bottom lip. “You can give me you, you know”

“Mark,” You warn him, curling your fingers around his wrists but not pulling his hands away. 

“You don’t miss it?” Mark questions you and you get surprised, watching as his teeth bites down on his bottom lip when he stands closer to you. “I miss it, a lot—more than I’d like to admit, actually” 

“I do,” You admit quietly. “But that doesn’t mean we should”

“We enjoyed ourselves” He states, giving your lips a quick kiss that has you almost yanking him down for another. “That’s all that matters, right? We were happy. Who cares what others think? I’d never want them like I want you… Don’t you want me too?”

“You talk too much” You sigh, fisting the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for another kiss, deeper and more hungry than the first and Mark reciprocates almost immediately, not giving either of you a chance to breathe as he’s licking inside your mouth and kissing your lips raw.

Nimble fingers are tugging down the zipper of your jeans and you gasp when you feel his hand slip inside your pants, pressing his fingers to your folds and rubbing your clit in circular motions that has you whining, baffled by the fact he still knows your body so well.

He’s laying you down on his bed, hovering over you and resting one hand by the side of your head as the other plays with your pussy, the kiss hot and heavy as his fingers slip inside your pussy, curling them and grazing the spot that has your thighs clenching around his hand.

Mark’s drinking up your moans, panting in your mouth as he rubs his confined cock on your thigh while bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm, smiling against your lips as you’re embarrassingly quick to cum over his fingers, the wet sounds echoing throughout the quietness of his room and you wail as his thumb rubs your clit to ride out the pleasure. 

“That’s it” He sighs over your mouth. “That’s my girl… good”

Neither of you give yourself time to calm down as he’s already leaning back to get pull his pants and boxers down to his thighs, not wanting to waste any time in taking off his clothes fully and you do the same, lifting your hips to pull down your own jeans and underwear, cursing under your breath as they get stuck on your shoes and Mark laughs, helping you yank off your shoes to leave your bottom half bare for him. 

Mark resumes his position above you, guiding himself to your slick pussy and stroking the tip between your folds, gathering your arousal for an easy slip in and you wrap your thighs around his waist as he does so, the feeling of being full with his cock leaves you a moaning miss already, gripping at his shoulders as he thrusts, grunting with each deep stroke. 

“Mark” You moan his name loudly and he smiles, slotting his lips with yours as his cock pounds relentlessly into your pussy, skin slapping against skin. He’s not letting up, his pace even quickens when he feels your fingers dig into his shoulders and tastes the salty tears that slip down your cheeks from the pleasure and sensitivity of not being fucked in so long. 

“You’re so pretty, baby” He compliments you when he pulls back from your lips, admiring you beneath him and you grow flustered. His eyes dart above your head, staring at the Spider-Man plush that rests against his pillows before he looks back down at you, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. “You’re definitely my favourite birthday present”

©mrkis

[keis-slut]

this week, is my birthday.

i had a party this past weekend with close friends, full of things that have been extremely dear to me.

volleyball, haikyu, kei tsukishima, and strawberry shortcake.

my mom surprised me by buying haikyu decor for my cupcakes, a banner that said “happy birthday” across our yard, and karasuno themed balloons.

my mom also bought a little box of japanese snacks to lay out on our snack and drink table.

my brother took time out of his day to blow up and clean a dirty and deflated volleyball we had laying around in our grass, so we could play.

my sister bought me haikyu manga panel posters to make a wall collage in my room.

my best friend had spent a lot of her time giving my mom ideas on the things i like just for this party, ultimately getting me a cake in the shape of a heart,

colors white, black and orange,

wishing me a happy 21st at the bottom,

and a picture of kei tsukishima made from fondant on top of the cake.

my mom even went extra, just to make the cake strawberry shortcake, too.

my coworkers, sang happy birthday to me, coming over to my desk with strawberry shortcake in hand, a cute red candle in the middle, lit for me to make a wish well deserved.

and the strawberry on top of the shortcake,

for my actual birthday,

my best friends planned surprise activities for us to do, bringing me to a couple different anime stores so i could stand there and stare at the haikyu manga the whole time.

my parents made reservations to a japanese restaurant for us to go to, my whole family and my best friends.

even though birthdays are an annual thing, same time every year over and over, there’s always something about each one that makes up for last.

this has been the most special birthday i’ve had in a long time, i’m extremely grateful.

a cheesy post to not only express how great my love is for kei,

but my love for everyone around me and how wonderful it is for everyone to remember these minuscule silly details about it, that aren’t so little when it comes to their importance to me.

to others, these things may relate to some stupid unimportant anime character,

but to me and the people who care about my well being, know it’s my comfort and whole world.

pay attention to the small things, and the people that remember.

on the topic of people, i’ve recently befriended a really cool guy, who i had seen occasionally when going out,

who very much so resembles kei to me.

it caught me off gaurd at first, but something about him drew me in.

could be the fact he was quiet, or…he just looked like kei.

it warms my heart seeing how shy and quiet he was before when we hadn’t spoken yet, but we would share glances or cross paths, until we did and started to converse.

softspoken, but still a bit silly and a big tease when comfortable.

nonchalant about his interests, but still has things he likes to do in his free time.

having to look up at him because he’s also just about 6’3, seeing the way his eyes nervously flicker at me and away, and back to me behind his rectangle glasses.

how he makes sure his short blonde hair is fixed nicely when his lanky form is walking over to me to say a quiet ‘hello’, tiny smile afterward.

or maybe just seeing how big his hands are too, while he casually shows me the pictures he took on his phone from his trip to japan.

him and kei are both a libra sun sign.

too many things about him making my head absolutely spiral, but still pleased with the fact i actually might’ve just met kei.

and he likes me back.

i’m happy, i’m comfortable, i’m content, and this is where i want to stay.

[robntunney]

I’ve been home for almost 24 hours now and I still can’t believe everything that happened this weekend....

In February, I had promised myself for my 30th birthday this year, I would do one thing just for me. No questions asked. No wondering if it was too expensive. No second guessing myself. No fear holding me back.

Flash forward to about a month ago, Robin was confirmed as a guest at the June Spookala convention in Ocala, Florida. I knew that this was the thing I was gonna do. As soon as I saw it, I knew. Like a light switch was instantly flipped in my brain.

I’m going to put all of the details under the cut because I don’t want to fill up your dash with a super long post BUT I will say she is even more sweet than you would think. The time she takes with every group, talking to them, listening to them, making them feel comfortable is just so heart warming. I saw it at the auto table and in the pro picture booth. It was just genuine care.

To say that my heart is full after this weekend would be an understatement.

OK so these are all the details, that even to me have a major plot twist ending (I mean I’m still not sure it actually happened)

FRIDAY: I had made a poster myself to get signed because you guys know I can be a lil extra :) Plus I just felt like for me it would be more special. It is a watercolor collage of a good portion of her works. This was a horror con so most people are here to see her because of the craft (great movie) but I think as soon as she saw the poster, she might of realized I was here as a fan of her/her work over all as opposed to a fan of her in that specific movie. She loved it and asked if she could take a picture of it, which was fine with me. As she was signing, I was going back in forth in my head whether or not to show her my tattoo. But I quickly realized that I would be going against the true meaning behind it if I didn’t say anything. So I explained it to her (tattoo here & inspo here) and she told me she loved it and that it was so sweet and asked if she could take a picture of that too, which again, no problem here. I also did my pro photo on Friday which comes with a long story of it’s own but I’m gonna keep that one private (if we’re moots and you wanna know just message me!)

SATURDAY: This was a very busy day so I was just wondering looking at all the amazing vendors the show had (I bought so many stickers and a few pins). I did this a bit all days but couldn’t do it for long because all I wanted to do was buy all the things!!! I also did a little local exploring.

SUNDAY: I decided to hold off and get the jersey dress replica signed (partly because I wasn’t sure if I was actually going to do it) but I decided that I wanted to do it. My plan from the beginning was that I would get it signed and framed to auction off for charity. It is not beyond me that me even having the opportunity to do this is a privilege that not everyone has, so this was the best way I knew how to honor that and give back. When I got there, she remembered me (ngl that threw me) and we just started talking again and we started talking about edits, since now she had signed 2 things that I made. I told her about tumblr and @tmsource​ and how there are still a lot of the mentalist fans out there that are active now on many platforms. She said how talented we all are, everyone who makes edits, because she does see them. And she does like them! I told her my plans for the jersey dress and if she just wanted to shout out a charity on insta, I would see it at some point and make sure all proceeds of the jersey go to that charity. There was some more talking that I’m gonna keep for me but at the end she got up and said I have to give you a hug, which was so sweet :)

Here comes the twist..... Sunday night after I got myself all packed up since I was hitting Magic Kingdom in the morning before my flight and needed to get on the road early, I decided to do the insta post. You know to mark the end of the weekend. I tagged her in it because of course I thought she might see it, and see that I was very grateful for her time this weekend. I’ve had a not so great relationship with instagram in the past so after a full year of not having it on my phone except for a few times where I literally downloaded it, made a post and deleted it again, I hadn’t been using it. Just a few months ago had I decided to leave it on my phone, but I kept notifications off. After a few min, I get a text from a friend that just said omg britt. Of course I was confused, and was just like ??? They said look at instagram. She had liked and commented on my post. Of course I was shocked because even though when you tag someone you hope they see it, you know that it’s not a high probability of it actually happening. I replied and thanked her again for her time this weekend, and dropped a lil reminder about the charity recommendation for the jersey. (bonus fact, I almost deleted the comment when I tried to pin it, not a good time for me) I just kept thinking about how sweet it was that she was interacting with people who had been at the con after giving 3 whole days to everyone. Got on twitter, freaked out it a lil, then went back to insta to close the app out and I had more notifications. AND THIS IS WHAT I SAW......

I still don’t have words if I’m being honest. (context for the comment is in the last video on the post) I’m just still so grateful for this whole weekend. I’m grateful for my friends that helped me through it even if they were miles and miles away. I’m grateful for the privilege to even be able to do something like this. I’m grateful for Robin’s generosity. Just so grateful. 

If you’ve made it this far, I love you. You’re a real one :)

[carelessflower]

sunday recap 🤭⭐️

going thrift and eating with my friend today, literally just plan this with her yesterday and didn't even know what we gonna eat till we arrive at the mall (longer thread here)

look at my fit (my friend said it giving local mafia) but I feel like that tough foul mouthed best friend in asian drama

korean bbq. not buffet but two person combo (beef, pork belly and chest), which still good, also got some early birthday gift hehe

first try on this demure ass sweater. crazily expensive and doesn't even fit me or my style

two different leather jackets at h&m, my friend said the black one fit me better but I love the red one more lmaoo been obsessed with this color. didn't get it tho I'm a broke hoe and also it literally so hot in my country

so funny story the thrift store we intend to go was in some sorta like old looking apartment complex (kinda their aesthetic vintage outside modern and chic inside) but my friend actually mistook it for the nearest building, which more like basement for stores anyway. i found some cool sunglasses, not really a thrift but it so affordable

this taylor swift tease (store selling super trendy with like a ludicrous amount of money cause tell me why that satan is my sugar baby shirt that I'm pretty sure is copied down from the internet to the color cost like 2 meat buffets)

we finally realized and went to the right! building this time. which is like so many stairs and they charge the elevator because of course they would. after entering and trying several local stores in there I must say....shopping there can really be giving you body image issues like there some really cute pieces but gosh they all have limited size in tinie I'm talking xxs, s and m and literally nothing fit us. and it all the one with the more feminine and trendy designs too

anyway...after all that shenanigans we like walk to third floor for the thrift store my friends found on instagram, ill call this bougey store cause the clothes look very bougey, not really cheap tho and again with the tinie sizes. i did find some real leather jacket and vest (the long jacket smell REALLY weird) for like 10-12 dollars, 12-20$ vintage watches (they have the type that stretches, clip in like it a bracelet also some old fashioned metal clip in the back which is nice) and sunglasses but didn't take any of them cause well the prizes way out my budget also my friend said the sunglasses didn't suit at all

we were kinda disappointed and my friend said let go upstairs cause she saw some poster about this vintage-y place and wanna check it out for a long time. it really did like vintage like the vibe were absolutely vibing, mid pricing, some were kinda basic but like still cute. literally there like three ranges of vest and I know my type's come. narrow down and finally pick the more interesting one, also a win with the loose fit!!!

try on other. that checkered would look really pretty on sb thinner idk tho I really regret not buying that strap one it so perfect pairing with some t-shirt. also check their totes like it so adorable

the last store we went through kinda like it girl store. like it very telling influencers will absolutely race the shit through these. also exp asf. and explain to me why some pieces of them are my taste and I'm broke lol

also went to like a stall when we can make our own perfume and I tried on combination of peony and oolong and white tea and it smell so nice. like really need to look into this in the future

also we had milk tea:D

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics Including Kath and Nigel (2) Masterlist

part one

2018 (ao3) - outphan

Summary: Dan has a chat with Kath, about his relationship and future with Phil.

a matched set (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: “Mum,” he says, and his voice sounds like a balloon about to burst from happiness. “Mum, would you do me a favor.”

(a mother's view of the christmas adventure)

And, Like Putting On Glasses, I Saw the World in Perfect Clarity (ao3) - cactuslester

Summary: Dan thinks this trip to the Isle of Man will be like all the other trips to visit the Lesters. Little does he know, Phil has a 3 carat surprise for him.

Becoming a Lester (ao3) - scifi

Summary: it’s december 2009 and after dinner, phil tells kath about the nature of his relationship with dan

Better Than Planned (ao3) - TwistedRocketPower

Summary: Dan and Kathryn take a walk and have a talk.

Brave (ao3) - TortiTabby

Summary: A vacation on the Isle ends up being the worst and best place to be at the start of the end of the world.

catching up (ao3) - neopold

Summary: Phil's very tired and Dan talks to Kath on the phone.

Christmas at the Lester's (ao3) - troyiesivanie

Summary: Kath finally convinces Phil he should bring Dan up for Christmas, and it ends up being the best Christmas of his life.

december 10th: welcome, love (ao3) - angelmichelangelo

Summary: coming out isn't easy, but it's a little less shit when you're surrounded with family

december 18th: mama's boy (ao3) - angelmichelangelo

Summary: when phil said kath had put up that shout poster in his bedroom when he came home for christmas :3

no matter how old phil gets, he's still babied by his mum

even while the dust moves (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: Nothing bad is supposed to happen when he’s with the Lesters. (Or, the day after Phil's birthday brings darkness, and Kath makes tea. Set 2019.)

family - phillestatos

Summary: When Dan met Phil, she never thought an eighteen-year-old boy could change his son’s life in that way and how he could become family to her. Or, a reflexion of Dan and Phil’s relationship through the years in Phil’s mum point of view. Too floof.

falling away (generations) (ao3) - CapriciousCrab

Summary: Nigel watches Phil's video and has a moment of realization

familiar perspectives (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: Kath twinkles in Dan’s direction, and he knows she’s been watching his hands move across the puzzle. “Is he, now? Shame you’re stuck with him, then.”

(scenes from the isle, oct ‘21.)

Happy Birthday My Love (ao3) - phansuniteinluv

Summary: It's Phil's 33rd birthday!!! Laughter, fun, and a birthday proposal that Dan has been planning for ages!

he's his mother's son after all (ao3) - watergator

Summary: dan visits phil's family on mother's day whilst feeling depressed

house full of noise and laughter (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan finds himself home alone at Kath on a late December morning.

House Hunters (ao3) - citizen101erased

Summary: Kath and Nigel go down to London to help Phil and Dan find a house to buy.

just me, her, and the moon (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: He's been thinking a long time about coming out, about how he just needs to be alone with his mum and then he can just finally say it. But now, he could really do it. He could really tell his mum he's gay.

Lester Family Hospitality (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: The morning’s misty rain has turned into a genuine Manchester autumn downpour. As Kath walks past a novelty shop, she spots a young man facing the brick wall of the building. His arm is bent against the wall, and he’s leaning his forehead against his arm, and the poor thing is shaking with what Kath fears might be sobs.

An au fic about hot meals and serendipity.

Long Live (all the walls we crashed through) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: “Phil, dear?” Dan asks that night, when he’s climbing into bed next to his boyfriend. Phil makes a small noise to show he’s awake, and Dan prepares himself.

“Do you think you’ll ever propose?”

Silence.

The three seconds before Phil answers feel like an eternity to Dan, his whole world shifting, threatening to fall apart.

“When the time is right, I guess,” Phil murmurs, the tiredness clear in the way his voice sounds gravelly and deep.

When the time is right?

God, Dan thinks, it’s good that he loves Phil so much.

Or: a very special Christmas, featuring The Lesters and several boxes.

Love Isn’t Like That - adorkablephil

Summary: The Lester family is obviously too good to be true.

make this feel like home (ao3) - happy_endings15

Summary: It's senior year. There's two boys. And only one scholarship that will get them out of this tiny Pennsylvania town. But when the universe forces them together, Dan finds a mystery in Phil that just might force him to confront the most deeply buried parts of himself, whether he's ready or not.

Featuring high school theater shenanigans, college app stress, plenty of mutual pining, and DOG CONTENT!!!

midnight cereal (ao3) - watergator

Summary: kath wakes in the night to find dan in her kitchen

Missing you (ao3) - roman

Summary: Phil watched as the Skype call went through and Dan's beautiful, pixelated face showed up on his laptop. His smile was wide and he looked really happy, Phil missed seeing this side of Dan; he just missed Dan in general.

-

Phil is in Florida, Dan is not. Phil misses him

More Converts Than Reason (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary: Dan and Phil go to visit the Lesters for Mother's Day and each have a talk with one of Phil's parents.

safe place (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: when dan has an argument with his dad, the only place he wants to be is in the north, in phil's arms

The Christmas Fic || 2017 (ao3) - Yiffandquiff (paradisobound)

Summary: How Christmas 2017 should have went

The Isle (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: For Phil's 32nd birthday they go up to the Isle of Man once again. It's slowly becoming their favorite place on earth.

The one where Dan should have packed more tissues (ao3) - counting2fifteen, itsmyusualphannie (itsmyusualweeb)

Summary: Dan wants to ask Phil to marry him, but he wants Kath and Nigel's permission first.

turn my head with talk of summertime (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: there's a lot of sides to Phil that Dan hasn't seen yet, and maybe summer Phil is the one he's really looking forward to

Weight on my Shoulders (ao3) - ByTheFire

Summary: When Phil starts getting some unexpected gifts from his dad he starts to worry if he knows something he is not ready to share. Thankfully Dan is there to make it all a bit less scary. All Phil can hope is his dad doesn't want to change who he truly is.

What We Are to Each Other (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: So maybe they both suck at communication. Maybe Dan needs to talk to Phil about what they are to each other. And maybe Phil needs to sit his parents down and tell them that big, slightly scary thing about himself. But maybe it'll all work itself out, one way or another.

wrecking ball (ao3) - bloodyscarab

Summary: you gotta wanna break the hearts

of all those pretty porcelain dolls

[cookies-ribbons]

dear diary,

it's been a long time since i wrote on my blog and i came here with so much news to tell! will i feel like telling all of them? who knows…

let's start with the premise that i FINALLY finished school, graduated and applied for admission to the academy of fine arts in bologna in the faculty of graphic design… the places were very limited, about 25, and in total there were 200 of us. unfortunately i didn't pass, neither alessia :c, but i was already feeling this so i prepared a plan B: to do private graphic design courses! during july, august and september i had to prepare the portfolio to present at the interview and also a poster. not having a good computer before and i had to buy a new one: a mac!

im very happy i bought it and currently (it's october) im doing great and i dont regret at all to have switched from a windows to a mac! anyway i'll have to get a windows setup to play with, since its one of my biggest dreams as soon as i'll have enough money!

of the rest, im glad I finished school, this year i experienced it badly the school environment but not very badly. with one of my classmates i used to hang out with always bonded with others leaving me behind and i tried a confrontation with her but she was just yelling so much, so that i gave up even though i was feeling very bad about it. during this year i bonded so much with alessia, always a schoolmate now ex classmates, and shes the only one except for another girl and i still hang out with her. sad isn't it? we were all bonded… how did we end up not talking to each other anymore with the whole class? growth, supposedly. with that girl, i don't talk to her anymore because for my person and other factors she was too toxic for me, it didn't make me feel very good to be with her and she criticized everything i did.

but life goes on! i met a girl on december and we'll can call mk, with whom i later hang out with her sister also at the weeknd concert! on july 27, 2023!!!

needless to say, we flirted all the time but on this topic i should copy and paste from the personal diary i have on my computer because there would be so much to tell!

atm im in a gdr on instagram thanks to mk and now i have about 250 followers in not even a month?! its crazy. i've met so many people, especially a girl named cassie who is simp for my character elijah. it's very funny i admit it! there are a lot of nice profiles, im in the kpop gdr part so i see more jungkook than anything else AHAH

im a jungkook too, how funny lol

i would love to talk to X in the gdr just for the sake of seeing how he behaves since everyone, and i mean EVERYONE, tells me not to talk to him because hes toxic and manipulative. i love to get hurt apparently and my curiosity never stands still! i haven't followed him yet but maybe someday. if i make up my mind, i'll see about it although i hope he does first, i admit it!

for now these are the most important things i have to say, a mini summary of my 2023 although there are so many things to say, ahimè!

13 october 2023: happy birthday jimin!!

[givehimthemedicine]

( @himynameis4 big analysis part 2 reply in a new post so we don't have to keep reblogging that monstrosity)

Thank you so much for the feedback!! <3 I think I saw you post something along these lines a couple days ago but I averted my eyes lol but now I wanna go back and read all the theories I've been avoiding. great minds!

ok ok I'm following you on the Alice thing but here's where I get stuck - she's already on the floor for at least several seconds before Henry passes out. if his exhaustion was what interrupted the ritual, I would expect to see them both fall at about the same time as his concentration breaks, you know? like how Max falls irl at the same time as mindlair-Henry gets interrupted. and if Alice (even unwittingly?) did the radio and the song is truly playing again at least briefly, why do we only hear it in Victor's memory but not Henry's?

while I hesitate to agree that Alice's jaw was due to a rush job, I can buy that for all the lab kids because you're right he couldn't be leisurely about it and not every kid was isolated for it.

about Henry killing Victor - I never thought he meant to? because he said his plan was to frame him for murder. that was his alternate punishment for Victor's misdeeds because he had no powers to gain by killing him. Henry even has that later line "I tried to join them!" ("join" = recurring code for getting Vecna'd) but his suicide didn't even work (although idk if Henry is in charge of that). Henry's parents were the only two he specifically said he was holding a mirror up to and showing them what terrible people they were, and that may be how he found out how to activate other peoples' powers in the first place, and so with the lab kids and the cursed four he wasn't exactly punishing them for misdeeds he found offensive so much as just exploiting their vulnerability. but IF Henry had Vecna'd Victor then yeah I guess it would just look like the rabbits.

and ok the Will's eye color thing is so weird because I had no idea they really changed until right now (I just looked and by golly.) because I made a post recently pointing out that Jon and Joyce SAID Will's eye color was brown on his missing child poster. but the second they snap open after getting possessed they are hazel.

good question about Henry vs Will responding, it felt like the two were constantly wrestling but as time went on it seemed to be Henry winning more and more. I think this is where birthdaygate comes in because the writers keep setting major events around Will's bday (all of season 4 is set in the week of Will's bday and so are the Creel murders which there is NO reason for, like, pick any random month!) and Will would've for sure told Mike "btw thanks for remembering my birthday asshole" at rinkomania so if Will has forgotten his own bday there's definitely some memory commandeering going on.

to complicate it further, flayed Billy DID resist the MF at least for a minute there with the help of a fond memory, but the lighting in that scene is so nuts I have no idea if his eyes were ever supposed to be different. I need to review all the footage now with the eye thing in mind because wtf.

LOL powerhouse of the cell I'm high fiving your brain. that is so cool actually!!

anyway I appreciate your interest and I look forward to discussing more! (and yes there is supposed to be a part 3 but my brain is a bit fried rn and I shot a hole in my own logic already so that one will be a while longer)

[roxineedstosleep]

Hello!

I wanted to request a yan! platonic batfamily with a reader who gets ignored in their real family so they usually spend their time causing trouble around Gotham.

Well… as it was not specified whether it was one shot or headcanon. I'll do a headcanon (sorry if it wasn't what you wanted).

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Bruce and Alfred are too used to the idea of neglectful fathers. Jason, Tim and Steph's father ring a bell?

So, if you cause minor problems like shoplifting, speeding down the track, getting in trouble during a protest or some minor charge, I really feel they would let you get away with some of it the first few times.

You're not an immediate risk like the Joker or Deathshot. you're just a minor criminal. But if it's the 15th time you've been taken to the police station, and the 15th time your parents have stood you up there… let's just say you catch their interest.

Even more so if they see that even the precinct officers themselves treat you so casually. They call you by nicknames, give you little scoldings, help you with your injuries and keep you in a cell away from the other criminals; real Gotham criminals.

Hell, you even had a nice poster of your favourite band in your cell!

I can tell you for a fact that Jason almost broke his helmet mouthpiece when he saw how one of the detectives brought you a little minicake from the vending machine to sing you a birthday song along with the staff on duty. But only to get yelled at and threatened by your parents when you were taken out a few hours later.

How could they do that?

Damian would even rethink his new teachings when he saw how the other criminals in town were better at guiding you than your own parents. What kind of parent leaves their own offspring in the middle of winter with nothing but slippers? No wonder you had to steal some coats and proper shoes. Not to mention stealing some hats and blankets for the homeless people who gave you shelter that night.

You where their blood, why?

Dick would definitely stop you from doing anything if he could, they left you without food or anything to buy? he'd sure give you his cereal bars and some snacks he carries with him so you wouldn't have to steal the junk from any shops.

You were so young!

Tim was surprised to discover that the police records of all the precincts had more photos of you and better medical records than the hospital where you were born. You had almost no medical records. But there wasn't much CPS could do for you either. It was either those horrid creatures for parents, or an overcrowded foster home that would send you to the first bad-ass correctional facility.

They treath you like a plastic bag... how?

Bruce was furious. And he thought he was a bad father… well, you had your terrible mistakes, but he never thought he'd do that to any of his kids. How could they do that to you?

How they dare?

Then it just happened.

Another arrest, but instead of listening to your parents' screams and insults, Bruce Wayne comes in and asks them to get you out of there.

It all happens so fast… or it's all SO bizarre that you just let a stranger drive you away in one of his many expensive cars. He takes you to a mansion, puts you in a room, the only butler almost feeds you in your mouth and a group of 4 boys come in to hug and cuddle you.

You don't react at all. why do you suddenly get so much love all at once? you don't move. you basically live in vegetable form for a few days until you want to walk out the door and you find that you can't. you don't move.

You try again, but nothing.

And when you want to ask how to get out of there, everyone treats you like a fool and tries to distract you with other activities.

Basically they treat you like a stray cat that has to be locked in the house to become a house cat. And they don't plan to let you go until you fulfil that role.

Why go out on the street and live in misery if you can be happy and warm with them?

[imagine-all-the-imagines]

All of My Favorite Things

Summary: Reader recruits Nancy and Robin to help make Eddie's birthday unforgettable.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Oral (Female receiving), Cursing, Steve gets punched (in the arm). Please let me know if I missed something.

Based on this request.

Notes: I really enjoyed this request, thanks for sending it in! I hope I did it justice for you! I have a taglist at the bottom of the fic, please let me know if you would like to be added!

Huge thank you to @natasharomanovf. Go check them and their creations out!

Most people wouldn’t expect to see you, Robin, and Nancy together on a Friday night, you didn’t exactly fit in the same social circles. But after what you had all experienced together, you all couldn’t not be friends. The trauma of the Upside Down had bonded the three of you for life. 

So here you were on a Friday night, chilling in Nancy Wheeler’s perfect bedroom, snacking and listening to music while trying to plan a birthday party for none other than the town Satanist, and your boyfriend, Eddie Munson. 

You had known of Eddie before he had been accused of killing Chrissy, but you hadn’t ever gotten to know him personally. Then you were forced together by Vecna, and everything changed between you. 

You and Eddie were now bonded even more than you were bonded with the others, you had watched him almost die, and you decided right then and there that if he survived you were going to tell him how you felt. 

As soon as Eddie woke up in the hospital, you told him everything about how you felt and how you hoped he felt the same way. When Eddie finally admitted that he felt the same way, you were overjoyed. After that, you stayed by Eddie’s hospital bed until he was able to be discharged. And when the day finally came, you were right there with Wayne helping him out into the car. 

Eddie wasn’t sure if he wanted to have a big birthday party, after everything that happened, he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. But after you promised that it would just be the gang hanging out, he agreed. It was his 21st birthday after all, and you wanted to do something nice for him. 

And this is how you found yourself with Robin and Nancy talking about ideas for what to get Eddie, you knew you didn’t want to overwhelm him, but you still wanted it to be special for him. 

“What does he like?” Robin asked, “Aside from music, his guitar, and D & D?”

You laughed, “He likes fantasy books. There’s a special edition of Lord of The Rings at the bookstore that I had them put on hold for me. But I also wanna do something kinda for just him, you know? Not for public consumption.” 

Robin wiggled her eyebrows and elbowed Nancy, “Ooooo, you got any ideas Nance?” 

Nancy blushed and swatted at Robin, “Why do you immediately go to me?” She laughed, but then said, “I might have a couple ideas.” 

You and Robin shrieked and the three of you dissolved into a fit of giggles. 

“Ok, hang on, I need to hear some of these ideas.” You said, still giggling.

Nancy cleared her throat, “Well, you could go buy some lingerie and get pictures taken, or you could do one that looks like those beer posters?”

Robin smacked your thigh, “Oh, do that one! Do that one!”

“That does sound like fun, but, gah, I feel like I’d be embarrassed to have someone take my pictures.” You said, slightly unsure of yourself. 

“I can take them if you want? That way it's not a stranger?” Nancy offered. 

“And I can be there for moral support!” Robin added. 

“Well, I guess that would be better. I have a few ideas on what I want to do.” You said, grinning. 

You were sitting in your car outside of Nancy’s house, waiting as she grabbed all of the photography equipment she needed. Robin sat next to you, talking about how excited she was to be a part of this experience. 

“You know, cause not a lot of people want to hang out with me, and I would never ask to be a part of this if I thought you would be uncomfortable with it, you’re not uncomfortable with it, are you?”

You looked at Robin, confused, “Robin, why would I be uncomfortable? You’re one of my best friends.”

Robin looked down for a moment, “Because, you know, I like girls?” 

You paused for a moment, “Well, you know, as long as you’re happy, I’m happy. You deserve it, no matter what.” 

Robin smiled at you, “Thank you Y/N, you and Steve are the only ones I’ve told.”

You put your hand on Robin’s, “Don’t worry about it, you’re safe with me.” 

Robin leaned over to give you a hug as Nancy came out the front door. 

When Nancy was finally all loaded up, she hopped in the back seat and you took off to your house. Your parents were gone and you had the house to yourself, so you decided to get a few pictures in your bedroom as well as some in the yard. 

The first outfit that you had decided on was an oversized band shirt that Eddie had let you borrow that you had never given back, it was stretched out enough that it hung off one shoulder to expose the straps of your red bikini top. You had paired it with the matching bikini bottoms that just peeked out of the bottom of the shirt. 

Nancy told you what poses to take, some against the door frame, some leaning against the dresser, and the final ones in the bedroom were a selection of poses on the bed. 

“Ok, for this one, grab the hem of the shirt in your right hand and pull it up to around the bottom of your ribs, then take your left arm and drape it over your face. Pop one of your knees up and kind of tuck the other one underneath it.” Nancy helped direct you into the position. 

Robin was sitting at your vanity watching the intricacies of how Nancy was positioning you. Marveling at how just a few adjustments would take a pose from a great pose to an amazing pose. 

“Dang Nance, how’d you know how to do all of this?” Robin asked.

Nancy blushed, “I may have taken a few to send to Jonathan, I had to learn how to do it myself.” 

You smiled and let out a laugh hearing that, and Nancy took the opportunity to get a candid shot of you enjoying the moment. 

The next photo, Nancy instructed you to take off the band shirt and lay on your stomach with your legs bent and crossed at the ankles. She gave you a pillow and positioned it so you were hugging it and it was pushing your chest up, before snapping a few pictures.

“These are perfect, I think we’re ready to go out back!” Nance said, already starting to head out to the pool. 

You and Robin scrambled to catch up with Nancy, only pausing to grab the six pack of beer that you had bought to use as a prop in the pictures. 

Nancy was already moving a lounge chair closer to the side of the pool, “Ok, Y/N, for this one, just lounge on the chair, as naturally as possible, and look over toward us.” 

You followed Nancy’s instructions and got yourself comfortable before look over at her, smiling while she snapped a few pictures. 

For the next picture, Nancy had you go into the pool and crawl up the stairs towards her, pausing with your arms on the top step and your chest just barely covered by the lip of the pool. You smiled at the camera for a couple of pictures and then closed your eyes slightly while pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. Nancy quickly caught a few more pictures before having you come out of the pool and grab a bottle of beer. 

“Ok, for these, how about we have a few of you just casually holding the bottle down by your hip, then some of you taking the top off, and finally some of you drinking it, if that’s ok?” Nancy asked/told you, trying to get the last few shots set up. 

You nodded, “That’s fine!” 

You grabbed one of the bottles and dipped it in the pool, pulling it out and seeing the water droplets form on it before holding it by your side, looking at the camera and pretending to take a step as Nancy took pictures from all different angles. 

When she was satisfied with those, she handed you a bottle opener and had you sit on the lounge chair again, knee propped up and had you slowly open the bottle so that she could take pictures of the entire process. 

When the bottle was finally open, you took a swig out of it while Nancy continued to take pictures. When you finished drinking, you held the bottle, label side out and gave Nancy a bright smile. 

“That was the perfect way to end that Y/N!” Nancy said, smiling as Robin came up, having changed into her swimsuit.

“Seriously, Eddie is going to need some time alone after getting that present!” Robin said grinning

You blushed at the praise as Nancy went in to put her camera away and change as well. 

By the time Nancy came back, you had moved the chair back and you and Robin were floating in the water. Nancy joined you both in the pool and you spent the rest of the day floating, sun bathing, and just having a relaxing girls day. 

As the sun started to set, you all cleaned up and the two other women headed to the door, saying their goodbyes. 

The days passed by quickly as you counted down to Eddie’s birthday. Nancy had finished processing your pictures and had helped you put together a selection of the pictures into a photo album. The only picture not in the album was the one of you sitting on the chair after you had finished drinking the beer. Nancy had added some branding to the picture and put it on a poster board for you to present it as an actual beer poster.

You wrapped the poster board carefully and put a bow on it, writing Eddie’s name on the corner of the wrapping paper. You put the photo album in a gift bag and hid all of it in your closet until the day finally came. 

You, Robin and Nancy had worked hard in the trailer all day, decorating and baking a cake. You all were together in the trailer, gifts surrounding Eddie as he sat on the couch in the living room. The cake had been placed in front of him and you saw him close his eyes together before blowing the candles out and smiling. 

Eddie opened his eyes and laughed, “Present time!” 

The rest of the group laughed as Eddie started to grab at his presents. You kept your presents near you, slightly away from the rest of the pile. 

Eddie tore through his presents, smiling and thanking people as he opened their presents. He got a new jean vest, some band patches, some new cassettes, and some shampoo and conditioner (a joke from Steve The Hair Harrington). 

Eddie looked around confused, “Babe? I didn’t get anything from you?” He pouted slightly.

You laughed, “They're here, I just wanted to have you open them last.”

Robin nodded enthusiastically, “Trust me, they’re worth it!” 

Nancy giggled and nodded as well. 

You handed him the wrapped present, “This one first, the other one is the big big present.”

Eddie raised his eyebrow at you, “Interesting.”

Eddie pulled the photo album out, looked through it and chuckled, “Oh, Sweetheart, I don’t think you know what you’ve done. I love it.”

Eddie’s voice had gotten slightly darker and you had to fight off a shiver. 

“We can talk about it later, love, you have one more to open.” You said, holding the poster board out to him. 

Eddie ripped the paper off the poster board, his eyes going wide before looking at you, “Babe! How? Can I show everyone?”

You nodded, “Well considering how four of us know what’s on there, you might as well.”

Eddie nodded, “Boys, keep yourselves in check, but damn, do I have the prettiest lady in all of Hawkins! No offense Robin, Nancy.”

Eddie turned the poster over and showed everyone else. Steve’s jaw went slack for a minute before Eddie punched him in the shoulder, he quickly closed his mouth. 

Eddie quickly ran to his room and put the poster up on his wall. When he returned, he met your eyes and you saw a fire in them, and saw him trying to restrain himself from throwing everyone out that minute and taking you bent over the counter right then and there. 

Eddie sidled up next to you, wrapping an arm around your hip, giving you a squeeze, “Princess, those were the best presents ever. I want to thank you properly.”

“After your party, Ed, we can’t be rude.” You patted him on the chest and went to join your friends in the living room.

Everyone packed up to go home around midnight and you and Eddie said goodbye to everyone as they headed out the door. 

As soon as everyone was gone, you went to the living room to start picking up, but Eddie grabbed your wrist and dragged you down to his room, shutting the door behind him. 

“Eddie!” you gasped, “We need to clean up.” 

Eddie pushed you down on the bed, “Nope! You said once everyone was gone, I got to thank you properly. Everyone is gone, it’s time to give thanks!”

Eddie slid down to his knees in front of you, pulling your pants and underwear down. He peppered kisses down your thighs. You squirmed at the feeling and Eddie brought his hands up to hold your thighs still. 

Finally the kisses stopped and Eddie licked a stripe up your glistening folds, groaning softly in response to the moan that left your lips. 

Your hands moved down to the crown of his head, fingers weaving their way through his hair. “Eddie, you don’t have to.” You said breathlessly. 

Eddie didn’t reply, instead he attached his mouth more firmly to your core and moved his tongue around your already sensitive clit. One of his large hands slid up your body until he had his fingers pressed against your lips. 

You willingly opened your mouth and sucked on his fingers until he pulled them back and moved them down to play with your needy hole. Pressing them in slightly before pulling them out, doing this a few times before he pushed on finger all the way in, feeling your body arch. 

“You ok Sweetheart?” Eddie asked, his head popping up from between your thighs. 

“Yeah…I’m ok, please don’t stop.” You said, trying to regulate your breathing, failing when Eddie added another finger.

Eddie reattached to you, tongue pressing and licking you while his fingers worked together, curling against you, causing that coil to tighten deep inside your belly. Eddie worked his fingers faster and his mouth left your skin, looking up to see your face, chin wet with your arousal. You glanced at him for a moment before he pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing it as his fingers moved in you. Your eyes shut tight at that sensation and you ground your hips against his hand, trying to get more friction. 

“You like that baby?” He asked with a wicked grin on his face.

“Fuck, Eddie, yes, fuck, you know I do.” You moaned out, hips trying to buck into Eddie’s hand. 

Eddie’s hand started moving faster, the coil tightening more and more. 

He could see how close you were on your face, there was a blush creeping across your chest and face, your breathing had gotten shallower and you were moaning out strings of profanities with Eddie’s name mixed in. 

Eddie removed his thumb and immediately replaced it with his tongue, circling and sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves, and that was it. 

You clamped your eyes shut and tensed your entire body. Eddie kept working his hand, helping you through your orgasm. You were seeing stars and Eddie’s finger wouldn’t stop, they kept working you through everything, never relenting. 

Finally you opened your eyes and squeezed your legs tighter together. You tapped on Eddie’s head, silently asking him to stop. You were getting overstimulated and you needed a break. 

Eddie slowly lifted his head from your center and pulled his fingers out of you, staring you in the eyes as he brought them to his lips before sucking all your juices off of his fingers. 

You moaned in your post orgasm bliss before reaching out for him. 

Eddie crawled up the bed and helped you scoot back so your head was on the pillow. He went to the bathroom to get a wet wash rag so that he could help you clean up, your body jumped slightly at the touch, but you gave him an appreciative noise. 

When Eddie was done, he crawled back into bed with you. You moved your hand towards his waistband, but you were stopped by Eddie’s hand on your wrist.

“You don’t have to baby, you’ve already done so much for me today.” He said, giving you a kiss on the forehead. 

You turned and placed your head on Eddie’s chest, giving a sigh of contentment, “Thank you love, I’m glad you had a good birthday.” 

Eddie grinned, “A good birthday? Baby, it was the best birthday.”

Taglist: @spooks-can-write, @a-lil-pr1ncess

[seirclys]

*sips tea* another day, another VADD post discourse. Because the original post has been deleted, with some of the people in that discourse being blocked, this is my own way of keeping an archive(rip @eloise175, your chaos was enjoyed, albeit short-lived). I also went back and checked; a similar discourse post from the same blog where I had like 10 paragraphs of replies had locked replies and everyone else's replies were gone, so this is, again, me keeping a record.

Original post

First of all: Callisto was 10. It didn't matter that he was being groomed to be the next Emperor, it didn't matter that he was a noble child brought up with strict etiquette, or the time period. Nothing would've prepared a literal ten-year-old for an assassination attempt. He doesn't have the mentality to deal with it properly, and it scarred him for life, sending his mental state into the deep. In the manhwa, you can see little Callisto running away in a panic, with tears in his eyes.

Second, we know that the queen or Marquis Ellen were the ones who orchestrated the assassination attempt on Callisto because he told us. He probably realized it in hindsight; it's unlikely that he would've deduced the culprits when he was that young.

Third, throwing the bear head on the Queen, as the og poster said(and then contradicted themselves in a later response) instead of the birthday presents, would've been worse. Callisto would've lost any allies, especially since the Queen was favored by the Emperor. It's one thing to dump a bear head on his little brother's presents, it can be excused as "brothers being brothers". But the Queen? Haha no, he'd instantly lose any support, with everyone thinking he's deranged or something. It wouldn't change anything for the better: the second prince would still get mentally scarred in some way, I guess. Again, he JUST survived an assassination attempt: no one would be in their right mind. This sort of stuff causes mental scars on adults: children? They have it worse, especially since they're not fulling understanding the situation. "But even a noble boy from our world would know better than to pull [the stunt regarding the bear's head] off. What Callisto did was incredibly stupid and unfair."

First of all, our world's nobility is mostly abolished, with it being mostly ceremonial, so no, "a noble boy from our world" wouldn't know better. Second of all, you seem to forget that Callisto had nearly died. That usually sends people into shock and do impulsive things.

Also, the original poster said, "Callisto ruined the Second Prince's presents." Like, okay? Poor child just survived an assassination attempt, and you're worried about the presents? His mom is the Queen and they're filthy rich; they can just buy more gifts. "He angered the 50 or so noble houses who sent the Second Prince gifts" and "not everyone in the nobility was in on the plan to kill Callisto": how would he know? How would Callisto, a child who JUST nearly died because of assassins, know that only some were in on the plot? He'd probably still be hyped up on adrenaline and not thinking straight.

The idea that "it's a fantasy world, and there are differences between a modern and medieval child" as mentioned by the original poster, is contradictory in itself. If you want to look at it as a fantasy world, then there will certainly be modern elements: such as more precious childrearing, as seen with the Queen and the Second Prince. Given that Callisto's mother seemed to deeply love him while she was still alive, it's not implausible to say that he had a similar treatment, albeit curbed by the education of the Crown Prince. Raising a child preciously came from the modern idea of the nuclear family, according to research: economic marriages usually inspired no romantic relationship, thus trickling down to the child themself.

However, if you wished to look at it realistically, there were slight differences. Due to the world being in the first stage of the developmental transition model during the medieval period, people suffered high birth and death rates, with low healthcare and a slow rate of natural increase. As such, Historian Stephen Wilson argued that there were high levels of parental care, grief when the child passed, and maximized child welfare, as well as the importance of childhood in religion, which was ubiquitous at the time[1]. Of course, children were expected to help around the house and learn their adult duties, but when taken into consideration the high mortality rates of the time, especially for infants and children, it's justifiable. Given how the worldbuilding of VADD is, both in manhwa and in the novel, as well as the fantasy and magical setting of the world, it can be said that they have better healthcare and medicine than medieval people of our world.

Thus, it can be assumed that children were not immediately forced into their adult duties as soon as they were of an "appropriate age". So yes, Callisto would be raised more strictly given that he's a noble, as well as Crown Prince, but that doesn't mean that he wasn't given a bit of slack with his age. He likely adopted his philosophy of "age doesn't matter for the one to take the throne" after his survival of the attempt.

Fourth is the relationship between the two princes. Given that the Queen didn't allow them to meet until Callisto was 10 and, going off of the og!poster's assumption that the Second Prince was around 5-6(Kindergarten to elementary, the age gap would make sense since Callisto still remembers his mother, which would place her death earliest at when he was 5-6, so I'm assuming there's a 5-year age gap at most), he would've been extremely sheltered. The Queen probably made Callisto out to be a horrific monster, and that was why "mummy is protecting you by making sure the Crown Prince can't see you" type beat. He's basically relying on his mother, and we can see that in his birthday banquet, and also when Callisto is answering Marquis Ellen about the absence of the Queen and the Second Prince, how "my one and only brother cried, saying he would miss Father during the tournament, so I sent him with Father to convalesce."

Keep in mind that the reason Callisto even went into the forest in the first place was to catch something, like a fox or a rabbit, for his younger brother. He wanted to have a good relationship with the Second Prince, but the Queen's actions clearly showed that even if they did have a good relationship, the Queen would do everything to ensure that her son remained on top.

Yes, he was sent to war as a child. But keep in mind that Callisto's the Crown Prince: there are certain things expected from him. Also, it's been established that the Emperor is a horrible parent anyways; it's also possible that the Queen influenced the Emperor to send Callisto onto the battlefield when he was young. Either to gain control over the palace or to hope that Callisto would die and the title of Crown Prince would be tied up in a neat little bow for her son.

Callisto's status as a war hero stems from the fact that he was sent to the battlefield as a child and never lost a battle. Why would Penelope's narration and Callisto's own words specifically emphasize the fact that he was sent to be a child soldier if it was normal in their world? Because it isn't. Also, inferring from the timeline and how young Callisto seemed to be very panicked during the attack, it probably happened before he was sent to war. The Emperor probably heard about it happening and decided to send Callisto to war because "he showed so much promise".

[1] Wilson, Stephen. “The Myth of Motherhood a Myth: The Historical View of European Child-Rearing.” Social History, vol. 9, no. 2, 1984, pp. 181–98, http://www.jstor.org/stable/4285339. Accessed 14 May 2022.

[jeoniius]

For you, a thousand times over | jjk.

→𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: a night where a lot happened which made Jungkook realize a lot. 

→ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: idol!jungkook x reader

→ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: established relationship, fluff, crack

→ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 1.2k

☆𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: there’s none really :)

☆ 𝑎/𝑛: okay, hi. This is my first ff on tumblr ever and I am pretty nervous on how this will do. But, this is a little something for Jungkook’s birthday. Just some good’ol fluff. There’s a little bit of crack too. and the end is pretty heartwarming. I hope you like it. feedback will be appreciated <3

Standing on the edge of the balcony, you looked down, neon to golden shades glowed all over making the city look magnificent from the 40th floor of your place.  A shudder ran down your spine as the cold wind hit your body which was covered with your boyfriend's white dress shirt with red lace panties underneath. A pair of strong hands wrapped around you and your back hit a warm chest. 

"What's wrong, baby?" kissing your hair, he asked.

Liking the warmth radiating from his body, you snuggled closer as you let out a low sigh "Nothing. Couldn't sleep. I was gonna take pills anyways."

"Again? You should stop-"

"I know Kook, I should stop taking pills."

"It's bad for your health, you know?" he sighed, pressing his chin on top of your head. 

"Yes, I know. I'll try not to take them, okay?" you assured him. 

“Okay.”

“Anyways, I’m hungry.” you murmured. “You know what we should do?” gasping you said as if you found out a great discovery. 

“What?” he asked, curiosity picking up. 

“We should go grocery shopping!” turning around you faced him, an excited smile on your lips. “It’s 2 in the morning Y/N.” he said, trying to calm your sudden enthusiasm down. “So what?” you said. “You said you were hungry! I’ll cook you some ramen and we can have it here.” he argued back. “Or, we could go to a convenience store, buy snacks and have them. Come on! It’ll be fun” you started whining. 

This was constant in your relationship with him. Sudden plans leading to fun nights. Sometimes you’d go walk around the city at night barefoot just to check if the ground was cold or hot while sometimes there’d be impulsive decisions leading to sudden trips to random places. Taking random buses to the last place it went and then coming back home. Riding bikes through the streets of Seoul was something both of you adored. Playing hide and seek all over Seoul and what not. 

Agreed, all these had to be done at night or on the break of dawn so that there wouldn’t be articles and headlines everywhere, Jeon Jungkook, spotted having fries and burger in the middle of the road in his pajamas. Yeah, that’d be bad. 

“Alright. Let’s go.” his bunny teeth showing up as he smiled. 

Throwing bicycle keys towards his way, you sang, “We are riding bikes!” 

Deciding that it was best to not go to any convenience store downtown, you ride your bikes towards the inner side of the city. On reaching the convenience store, you and Jungkook decided to split up. 

“Okay, you go that way and I’ll go this way.” he pointed in the opposite direction. “Take everything till the cart’s full.” yelling, you made your way to the other side. 

Stuffing as much stuff as possible, you both met up in the middle of the store. 

“Good job.” an approving smile sat on your lips as you put your thumbs up, then proceeded to high five him. 

On the way to the counter you both picked up more snacks. Once done paying, you made your way out of the store. 

“OH MY GOD. IS THAT JEON JUNGKOOK!?” an excited voice in the middle of the night startled you and your eyes widened. 

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.” a series of curses left his mouth as looked at you mirroring your reaction. 

“Stop shitting!!” you whisper-yelled. 

“I’m not shitting.” He harshly whispered back as to prove he was offended. 

Hearing their voices come closer you mentally slapped yourself as you both hurried your stuffs from the cart to shove them in the baskets. 

A number of loud screeches made you look up as you saw a group of people running towards your direction once they saw your hurries. Picking up the plastics, you threw one to Jungkook as you pulled his hand, sprinting out of the parking spot into the neighbourhood. On seeing the both of you run, the group ran behind you, making the entire scene a cat and mouse scene where you and Jungkook were the mouse.

“This was a bad idea.” Jungkook yelled as you both ran with all might, plastics full of snacks in your hands as they crashed against each other creating more sound. 

“What is this place?” you asked as you looked around seeing the endless road in front of you.

“I don’t know. You brought us here.” Jungkook yelled, as if scrutinizing you. 

Looking behind you saw the group as they screamed when they saw Jungkook’s face. 

“Shouldn’t have turned.” Jungkook scolded himself as you both kept running. 

Spotting a division of road, Jungkook grabbed the plastic from your hand, throwing both his and yours behind as he pulled you to the other side of the road. The group got blocked by the plastics as you both kept running. A park came into sight as you both climbed up the stairs reaching a dead end. Looking back, you noticed no one was behind you as you both stood there. Making eye contact with Jungkook, you both stared at each other before you both fell into fits of laughter, holding onto each other so that you won’t fall. 

On calming down, you took a deep breath as you looked forward. A gasp left your mouth as you saw the entire city’s view in front of you, the bright lights illuminating the entire city. You could see the huge posters from above as your boyfriend’s face sat on them, happy birthday written in different calligraphy. Jungkook pulled you closer to you, as you both sat down on the grass right before the cliff ended.

 Laying your head on his shoulder, a contained sigh left your mouth “crazy birthday huh?”. You heard him equally sigh as he pulled you closer looking at the night sky, stars covering them as if they protected the sky. “Crazy birthday” he repeated, a soft smile playing on his lips. 

You looked at him as he stared at the sky. And at that moment you felt as if you had won in life. You didn’t know what would happen when the light peaked through the sky, but you knew you’d be with him. The boy you adored, the boy you loved. And nothing felt that right as it did then. 

Jungkook had been in relationships before. But with you it was so much different. A good difference.

This was constant in your relationship with him. Sudden plans leading to fun nights. Sometimes you’d go walk around the city at night barefoot just to check if the ground was cold or hot while sometimes there’d be impulsive decisions leading to sudden trips to random places. Taking random buses to the last place it went and then coming back home. Riding bikes through the streets of Seoul was something both of you adored. Playing hide and seek all over Seoul and what not.

And when he looked at the sky, billions of stars twinkled all over the sky. The moon looked in love with the sky like he was with you. He didn’t know what would happen when the moon finally left the sky, but he did know that it would come back again, an eternal promise between them. 

And at that moment he knew he had won in life, because he’d be with you. The girl he adored, the girl he loved. And nothing felt that right as it did then. 

[petersasteria]

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3,637 words tw: sad shit bc spoiler: someone dies, italics are flashbacks, bold is a letter i don't have a holland reader banner so i used the olivia banner instead. also, sorry for the delay of posting this lmao

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You were in your room, sitting on your bed as your eyes looked around. Your room was painted your favorite color and it made your brothers jealous because their rooms were painted white, it was boring. Yours had posters, polaroids of you and your siblings, fairy lights, a bean bag chair, and a simple full body mirror. You heard a knock on your door and you looked to see that it was Tom smiling brightly with a plate of your favorite cookies.

“Hey.” He said softly as he entered the room and shut the door behind him with his foot while balancing the plate of cookies in his hands.

“Hi.” You smiled.

“Sam kicked me out of the kitchen, but I was there first and fortunately, I finished the cookies on time. I hope they taste alright.” Tom said as he sat beside you, the plate of cookies in between you.

“They smell good, so you did a good job.” You chuckled. Tom took one cookie and looked at you, “Taste test.”

He took a bite and chewed it a few times before saying, “It tastes alright. It’s not like how Sam makes it, but I’m not Sam. I’m Tom.”

Both of you erupted into a fit of giggles as you talked about random things. The plate of cookies were now on your bedside table and only half of the cookies were eaten.

“Hey, how’s your friend?” Tom asked casually. Both of you were laying on your bed, facing the ceiling.

“Which friend?”

“The blond one who had one hell of a musical talent.” Tom said. “He used to come here and play on Sam’s piano.”

“Oh, James! I don’t really know what happened to him. We, uh, fell out of touch.”

“I see.” Tom said. “I hope he’s okay.”

“Same here.” You told him. “My friend, Madeline, got a scholarship last time I checked. She got accelerated in school and she got to attend uni ahead of us. I’m really proud of her, y’know?”

“Where is she now?” Tom asked.

You looked at Tom with sorrow in your eyes. He glanced at you and he could see how hurt you were. “We don’t talk...anymore. We used to. She’s basically like a sister to me, but we don’t talk anymore. Regardless, I’m really happy for her and I miss her. Wherever she is, I hope she’s alright.”

Suddenly, there was a knock on your door and Tom sat up quickly. The door opened and revealed Sam. “Hey, it’s time to eat dinner. You’re washing the dishes tonight, Tom!” Sam said before leaving.

“That little shit.” Tom laughed. “C’mon, Y/N. Let’s eat!” He got up from your bed and you followed suit with worry and concern in your eyes. You shook your head and shrugged it off. What you’ll say can wait.

Both of you went down to join everyone on the dining table. You sat in your usual seat, but didn’t contribute in the conversation. You were just happy to be there. You looked around and saw how happy your brothers were. You looked at your parents and saw them smiling. It was a beautiful sight to see. After all, all you wanted was for them to be happy. They deserve to be happy.

Harry and Tom cleaned up as you watched them help each other. “Next time, we should cook Y/N’s favorite dinner.” Tom said. Harry looked at him and shrugged, “Why not? I never liked it, but I’m sure she’d appreciate it very much.”

The next few days were spent with Tom. He never left your side and he made sure you were alright. You were the youngest and as the eldest Holland child, he made it his job to look after you. He wasn’t close with you before, but somehow as you grew older, it changed. Tom was now excited to spend time with you. He loved talking to you and he loved laughing with you. In his opinion, you make his stress and worries fade away.

Your birthday is coming up and he wanted everything planned out. He already had plans, actually. He knew what cake you wanted, he knew what decorations to put up, he planned the food, and he even had a theme in mind. He was really prepared. Paddy had to go with Tom in town just to buy balloons. Tom was really going all out.

“Are you going to help me set up tonight? Y/N’s birthday is tomorrow and I want her to be surprised when she wakes up. I can already imagine her face.” Tom smiled excitedly as he parked the car in the driveway.

“I can’t help you tonight. I have homework.” Paddy said as he looked at Tom who just shrugged. “Alright. No problem. Stay in school, Pads.” Tom smiled before exiting his car with Paddy following him.

They walked in and Tom saw you sitting on the arm of the couch with Sam and Harry. Tom smiled at the sight. “Hey, guys!” He greeted, causing the three of you to look at Tom and Paddy.

“Wow, you went shopping for a lot of things.” Harry pointed out.

“Yeah, what’s up with that?” Sam asked with a grin.

“Nothing.” Tom smirked. “I’ll put these in my room.” Tom left and went upstairs to his room as Paddy walked to the couch and sat next to you. You looked at Paddy and smiled. You weren’t close with him, but you loved him dearly. You were only one year younger than him and he was always kind to you and you liked hanging out with him.

You looked at Sam and Harry and you held back a chuckle as you watch them annoy each other. It was a lovely sight to see.

Night time came and dinner was over a few hours ago. You were just standing in your backyard feeling the wind blowing and you knew that something was about to happen. You just didn’t know what. The backdoor opened and you turned around to see Tom with a small smile.

“What’re you doing out here? It’s cold.” He said as he tugged his jacket closer. He walked towards you and stood beside you. “What’s on your mind?”

You shrugged, “Nothing. I guess I’m just tired. I think I’ll rest now.”

Tom nodded. He suddenly remembered his plan and said, “Yeah, you can go upstairs now. I, uh, prepared your room.”

“Thank you.” You smiled at him. You walked towards the back door and stopped to turn around to look at Tom. He was already looking at you and you said, “I- Good night, Tom.”

“Good night, Y/N. Sweet dreams.” He smiled sweetly. You opened the door and walked in and went straight up the stairs to your room.

Tom stayed outside for a minute before walking in. He locked the back door and went to the living room where his brothers were. “Hey, guys! Ready to decorate?” Tom asked with a huge smile on his face. It was evident that he was excited.

“What’re you talking about?” Sam asked, looking at Tom with a confused face.

“Yeah, what’s happening?” Paddy questioned.

Tom scoffed and crossed his arms, “How could you guys forget?! It’s our sister’s birthday tomorrow and you guys aren’t preparing at all!”

Tom was yelling as the rest were looking at him sadly. Sam’s eyes were clouded with tears as he looked at Tom. Harry and Paddy looked at Sam, not wanting to be the ones to remind Tom. Sam sighed and closed his eyes and his tears fell. He wiped his tears and opened his eyes to face Tom.

“Tom, mate, she’s dead.” Sam said softly. “She’s been dead for two months now.”

“W-What are you talking about?” Tom shook his head slowly. He looked away from Sam and he saw you standing behind Sam. “She’s right there, Sam! She’s literally right behind you! How can you not see it?!”

“Tom, stop! She’s gone, okay?!” Harry exclaimed. “Y/N’s not here! She won’t be here anymore and it’ll be that way forever. We just have to accept that.”

“It was leukemia, Tom. She didn’t make it and we had a funeral and everything.” Paddy said softly.

You were confined in the hospital for about a week now and you were getting weaker and weaker as the days went on. Your family was trying to be positive, but all of you knew that it was your time to go. Before you were confined, you had written letters for them to read after you die and it was now hidden in their drawers.

Tom and Harry weren’t there when you passed because they were in a different country. They immediately went home when they heard the news. All of you knew that you weren’t going to make it, but all of you ignored that fact. Everyone except Tom was grieving. He held his mother as she cried and he stayed strong for his brothers. He couldn’t remember the last time he and his brothers slept in one room and he hated that they chose to do it again as soon as you were gone.

It was like a sleepover. They all talked about you and everything you did that the others didn’t know about. Turns out, you had secrets you shared with everyone except Tom.

“Wait, she told you guys about her secrets?” Tom asked that night.

“Yeah.” Harry nodded, eyes bloodshot from all the crying. “If something happens to her, she tells the first person she sees.”

“She never told me anything.” Tom stated.

“That’s because you’re the eldest. No one tells people about themselves to the eldest sibling.” Paddy answered.

“That’s unfortunate.” Tom frowned. “I wish I knew the things you knew.” He added.

“It’s alright, Tom. She didn’t have major secrets, anyway. Besides, she was just scared to tell you. That’s why she did that.” Sam explained.

Tom couldn’t sleep that night as he looked at his brothers. They were cuddled up next to each other and were fast asleep. Tom couldn’t help but think of you before finally drifting off. Days later, it was the funeral. The whole house was quiet and while your mum, Nikki, would appreciate it, for once in her life she wanted the noise. She wanted to hear boisterous laughing, heavy footsteps running up and down the stairs, yelling, the sound of Sam cutting vegetables, Dom’s loud typing, Paddy talking to his friend on the phone, Harry telling you to wake up and calling you a lazy bum for not being productive, and Tom playing with Tessa outside. Now, there was none of that.

When a husband or wife dies, the one they left behind is called a widow. When a child dies, what do you call their parents? No one’s ever come up with a word for that yet because it’s too painful to think about. You were young and you deserved all the best life has to offer. Nikki was devastated, but she knew that wherever you were, you aren’t in pain anymore and that was enough for her.

Tom wanted to scream, but he didn’t. He was numb. After the funeral, he and Harry decided to take a break from traveling to spend time with the rest of the family. He stopped working for a while and everyone understood that.

When they got home, Tom went straight to his room and cried. He cried and cried until no tears came out. His head ached, but he didn’t want to get up and get himself a glass of water. He grabbed his phone from the bedside table to ask Harry, but his phone died. Tom scoffed, sat up, and reached the drawer of his bedside table. He leaned over to look for his phone charger, but he saw a letter instead. It had his name on it and he realized that it was your handwriting. Tom quickly grabbed it and put his phone back on the bedside table. He opened the envelope and read what you wrote for him.

Dear Tom,

Hi. When you read this, you know that I'm gone. I'm sorry that we never got to bond a lot. I guess it's my fault because I was so scared of you. Despite that, I want you to know that I'm really happy for you and I'm proud of you.

You're my inspiration and please know that I'm very proud to be your sister.

I don't know where I'll end up when I'm gone, but please don't worry about me. I'll be okay, I can feel it. I'll just go where the wind takes me.

You're a kind person for the whole time I've known you. I'll miss everything and I'll miss your pranks and jokes. Please never stop doing those just because I'm gone. I hope you think of me whenever you tell a joke or pull a prank on Harry again.

I wish we bonded more. I wish we made cookies until Sam kicked us out of the kitchen because he needed to prepare for dinner. I wish we watched movies together and I wish we spoke often.

I'll miss you all the time and I love you. So much. Never forget that.

Your sister,

Y/N/N x

Tom cried again until he slept with the letter resting on his chest. The next morning, he got up to go to your room. He dreamt of you and he wanted to tell you about it. He glanced at the door and noticed that it was unlocked. He slowly opened it and to his surprise, he saw you standing there watching everyone outside from your window.

“Y/N.” Tom said.

You turned around and smiled at him, “Hey, Tom.”

“I dreamt of you! And in my dream, you were a ballet dancer. We did ballet together. Wouldn't that be something? It could be a bonding thing for us." Tom said with a big smile as he fully entered your room. All of a sudden, he forgot about your sickness, your death, your sickness. From an outsider's point of view, it was a sad sight to see. He was clearly in the denial stage.

Harry was on his way downstairs when he heard a voice coming from your room. He quietly opened the door and saw Tom excitedly talking to thin air.

"You know, I'm not doing anything anytime soon. Why don't we go out? It'll just be you and me, Y/N." Tom smiled. Harry's heart broke upon hearing this. His older brother was imagining their dead sister. Harry kept it to himself because he thought that Tom was coping that way.

It wasn't until Sam witnessed the same thing. Tom was in the kitchen and he was talking to thin air once more. Sam watched as Tom laughed and said a bunch of things. Sam kept it to himself too.

Paddy, however, was different. He went to Harry and Sam's room, unannounced. He closed and locked the door behind him as the twins looked at him in confusion.

"Okay, I can't be the only one to notice it." Paddy said with arms crossed.

"What're you talking about?" Harry asked.

"Tom." Was all Paddy said. The twins looked at each other before looking back at Paddy.

"What about him?" Sam asked, his eyebrows were raised a bit.

"Tom told me that he'll bake Y/N's favorite cookies tomorrow because Y/N said she was craving for it." Paddy explained.

"I saw Tom talking to thin air the day after the funeral. He was in Y/N's room." Harry confessed.

"I saw him doing that too, but he was in the kitchen this time. I'm worried about him." Sam said.

"What should we do?" Harry asked with a frown on his face.

"Let's just let him be for a while. Let’s just intervene when it gets out of hand.” Sam decided as the other two nodded.

They just let Tom be until they had enough.

Tom couldn't believe what his brothers were telling him. He felt sick to his stomach. His baby sister was gone and the thought of it ate him alive. He shook his head and Sam said, “Tom, everything will be alright. We’ll get through this together. We’ll be fine.”

“That can’t be true. I’ve been speaking to her. Stop fucking lying.” Tom cried.

“Tom, wake up! She’s not here, alright?! She’s not in her room anymore. Her things will forever be untouched and her books will be dusty. Her phone hasn’t been charged since she died and it’ll stay that way. All we have left are pictures, videos, and memories of her. We should accept that because no matter what happens, we can’t bring her back!” Harry said as his voice was raised.

“Just go to bed, mate. You’re tired.” Paddy said softly. “We’ll deal with this in the morning.”

Tom wiped his tears and went up to his room, slamming the door. He went to sleep and dreamt of you again. Both of you were on top of a small hill and the wind was blowing softly.

“Why can’t they see you?” Tom asked you.

“Because I only showed myself to you. I know that we haven’t been really close and I figured you’d want some kind of closure. In truth, I’m only here because of you. The light has been calling me and they want me to leave already, but I can’t because I know you’d be sad. I hate seeing you sad.” You explained.

“Then stay here.” Tom begged, but you shook your head.

“You need to let me go, Tom. It’s time. I can’t stay here forever.” You chuckled lightly.

“I just- I feel like nothing. When you were around, I felt like I had a purpose. Now, I just wish I could be with you.” He admitted.

“Don’t say that. Imagine how everyone will react if you’re gone. They’ll be upset. I’m so proud that you’re alive and well because you’ll get to go on with life and grow old. If you can’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. Live the life I never got to live. Trust me when I say that you’ll be happier when you move on.”

“I don’t want to forget you and I don’t want you to think that we’re having fun without you.” He said.

“I won’t think that way because all I ever wanted for all of you is to be happy and healthy. I love you and I miss you, but I want you to have fun and to keep doing everything you love. Don’t stop because I’m gone. Don’t let me be a hindrance because that’ll make me sad and I’ll haunt you forever.” You said as Tom chuckled. “Besides, you don’t have to forget about me. I’ll always be in your heart.”

“Alright.” Tom said. “I think I’m ready to let you go.”

You smiled and nodded as you walked away and stepped into the light. Tom shouted, “Happy birthday, Y/N!”

You looked back and smiled. With that, he knew you were thanking him not just for greeting, but also for everything.

Tom woke up and it was already morning. He decided to get ready and to head to the cemetery. He walked downstairs and saw his brothers eating breakfast.

“Where are you going?” Harry asked before eating his cereal.

“The cemetery. It’s Y/N’s birthday.” Tom said. “I’ll go now. I don’t know what time I’ll be back.”

Tom left and the drive to the cemetery was short and quiet. He parked the car and walked to your grave. He smiled when he saw a small, framed picture of you that Harry placed there not too long ago. He sat in front of your grave and smiled, “Hey, Y/N. I know you can hear me.”

“I guess I did look crazy for a while and I now understand how everyone felt. I, um, I read your letter. I’m sorry too, y’know? I’m sorry I never made the effort to spend time with you. I guess it’s because all my life, I’ve only known about having brothers and when you came along, I didn’t know how to act. But I’m really happy that I got to see you grow up and I’m happy with our few moments together.”

“When you were five, I was fourteen. It’s a wide gap and I remember being so annoyed because your toys were everywhere.” He chuckled at the thought. “Regardless, I loved you and I still do. I’m happy that you grew up to be kind and loving. I’m really fucking happy for that.”

“In your letter, you said that I shouldn’t worry about you. Y/N, I’m sorry, but I can’t promise that. I’m your older brother and that automatically makes me sort of like a second parent especially when mum and dad aren’t around. So, I’ll always worry about you even though I know you’re okay and not in pain.”

“I do, however, promise to always dedicate my pranks to you. I know you’d love that. I’d wish that we bonded, but we already did that. You gave me a chance to get to know the sister I never got to know and that, above all, makes me so happy and grateful. That’s enough for me.”

“I don’t want to say cheesy shit and ask for guidance. I don’t want to burden you in heaven. Like, it’s called a resting place for a reason and I want you to rest easy. I just want to say that I miss you so much and I love you. Happy birthday.” He finished.

Just then, he felt the wind blow in his direction and he knew that you were okay.

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“Hey, love. I saw this Tiktok...” You sigh heavily as you hear the words come out of Kuroo’s mouth. Every time he shows you a video from that app, he follows it up with a, “let’s do it.”

“What is it this time?” Your eyebrows are furrowed, expressing your disagreement already. You’ve been peacefully relaxing on the bed and your husband really wants to destroy that peace of yours.

“So you rate my exes, and I rate yours. Out of 10,” Kuroo says and you squint your eyes at him in suspicion. There has to be something behind the sudden interest in remaking it.

“Why?” is all you can say at his request.

Kuroo shrugs, a smug look on his face. “Why not?”

He takes out his laptop and opens a social media platform. Placing his laptop on his lap, he pats the space beside him, a sign that he wants you beside him. You sit beside him and he immediately types out a name.

“This was my first girlfriend back in middle school.” He describes and clicks on one of the girl’s posts.

“She’s so pretty. Is that her kid?” You point at the child his ex is holding in picture. Kuroo nods. “So was she nice? I have to rate her through her personality.”

“She was nice. But she left me for a college student,” Kuroo explains.

“Oh, so she’s a victim?” You snicker, and Kuroo chuckles at your statement. “A 6/10. She's pretty and she looks nice. But minus points for dating a college student while she was in middle school.”

He proceeds to search for his next ex. “I know her,” you say as soon as you see the picture. “I was the one who planned her wedding a year ago. I believe she gave birth just a month ago.”

“She did. She was my upperclassman in Nekoma when we dated. I think I was in my last year of middle school and she was graduating high school,” Kuroo elaborates and you laugh. “What?”

“You’re also a victim.” With that, Kuroo starts laughing with you. It takes some time before the two of you stop giggling like kids.

“Since I know her, a 7/10. She was really polite when I was planning her wedding,” you explain while panting, recovering from your fit of laughter.

“This is the last one,” Kuroo says as he searches and you look at him in shock, not believing him.

“You only dated thrice?” You ask him and he nods proudly. “But you did have a lot of flings so still a bad boy,” you tease and Kuroo rolls his eyes. He shows you his screen and you look at the girl in the picture intently.

You glance at him and then his ex, and then him again, then back to the screen. “You’re lying.”

“About what?”

“Are you sure you dated her?” You point at woman at the screen.

“Yes. Ask all of my friends. They’re witnesses.”

“You dated a famous idol...”

“Was an idol,” he corrects you. “She’s quitting the industry because she’s pregnant.”

“I love her group’s songs. I give her a 10/10. But I still can’t believe you managed to pull someone like her. Kenma said that you weren’t famous amongst girls in high school...” you state, remembering his best friend’s words when you had dinner together just a few nights ago.

Kuroo simply shrugs, “I guess she really liked me then.” He lays his gadget on your lap, waiting for you to type in. You become nervous. How are you supposed to tell him that you’ve only dated seriously once in your life? And it’s someone he sees quite often in your workplace.

“I only dated once,” you tell him calmly, trying to conceal your shaky fingers as you type. Pressing enter, your eyes immediately look away. “You know him, right? He’s our cake maker at work.”

“How was he as a boyfriend?” Kuroo simply asks and you nod nonchalantly. “He seems like a nice guy whenever I see him at your office.”

“Really sweet. Baked me goods everyday and even brought me lunch boxes,” you reply rather confidently. “We dated back in high school.”

“9/10.” Kuroo rates with a pout. He knew he was going to get jealous, but he still dug his own grave for his. His plan being:

‘To subtly hint that he wants a baby.’

All of his exes now have children, and he is not competing with them at any means, but maybe you’ll get an idea about his baby fever if he shows you that most people at your age have children.

Now that his Plan A has failed, he’ll have to proceed to his Plan B.

Kuroo patiently waits for you at his car, ready for your first date after a long time. As he sings along with the song on the radio, he scrolls through his Instagram and sees Sakusa’s post about her daughter.

“Must be nice to have a kid,” Kuroo sighs. Seconds later, he realizes what he said and puts his phone down. “No. No. No. I can’t feel this way yet. It’s too early. But we’re already in our mid-20s so a kid won’t be weird. No... Does she even want kids? My kids?”

A knock on the car window disrupts his soliloquy. He turns his head to the glass and sees you waving outside. He quickly unlocks the door, allowing you to enter. “Hi, love. Who were you talking to?”

“I was talking to Kenma,” he reasons before he leans in to capture your lips into a greeting kiss. “How was work?”

“It was tiring. The Kitas sent an invitation by the way,” you answer as you pull away from him. “It’s for the triplets’ first birthday.”

“Should we buy their gifts today?” Kuroo asks you, starting the engine of the car. “I think we’ll find something while roaming around. What about you? You said you had to buy something.”

“Bikinis,” you say nonchalantly and don’t see Kuroo’s eyebrow raise from your response.

“Are you going somewhere?”

“I forgot to tell you. I’m going to Okinawa with my high school friends next week. You know them, right? Makki, Mattsun, Iwa, and Oikawa,” you respond and Kuroo becomes silent, not knowing how to react. He doesn’t care that you’re going with guys, but how did you forget to tell him something important?

The ride is serene. Kuroo’s hand not leaving your thigh the whole time. Your hand is on top of his, your fingers tracing the protruded veins in his arms. Landing on his ring finger, your eyes scanned the body part. You don’t have a wedding band yet. The two of you have never thought of getting a pair.

The two of you arrive at your destination so get out of the car. Kuroo takes your hand immediately, sliding both of your hands into his jacket’s pocket. You smile at the romantic gesture, something you’re yet to get used to.

“Should we buy your stuff first?” Kuroo questions, looking down at you. Nodding, you lead him to a bikini boutique.

As soon as you enter, Kuroo closes his eyes. The store you entered doesn’t only sell bikinis, but lingerie as well. He has to keep his lids shut or his imagination will go everywhere. Noticing how wary he is about the surrounding, you smirk.

You hook a finger on his collar and pull him down. “Choose anything you’d like to see me in.”

After the not so quick shopping trip at the garment store, you have noticed how fidgety Kuroo is. He wouldn’t stop squeezing your hand and giving you cheeks kisses. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just excited to see you in this,” he reasons, lifting the paper bag with sets of lingerie he has chosen. You hum, your attention going back to the racks of baby clothing in front of you.

While you’re focused on the baby items in front of you, Kuroo is panicking. In his mind, he’s about to explode. You in lingerie + his baby fever= a kink he thought he’ll never have. He’s trying so hard not to think about your mini me’s, but seeing the tiny pieces of garments is making it hard for him.

“My love, the triplets are boys. But knowing the Kitas, they wouldn’t mind dressing up their sons in that dress you’re holding,” you point and Kuroo snaps back to his senses. He looks down and sees that he is holding onto a yellow dress with ribbons and ruffles. He didn’t even know how he got the dress on his hands.

“Oh,” he chuckles awkwardly, putting the dress back on the rack. “I just thought it was cute.” You raise an eyebrow at him in confusion and he forces out a laugh. “It would look cute on Sakusa’s daughter. The two of us are kind of close.”

“Really? I always see him post about her. She would look very cute in that. Should we buy it?” Your confusion about his actions are thrown away by his reason. He sighs in relief as you look away, the dress now in his cart.

‘Our daughter would look cuter,’ Kuroo thinks and he smacks his cheek, causing you to look at him in shock. It was a rather loud and heavy smack. “Mosquito.”

His Plan B is a fail.

You’re eating lunch together the next day at your office as usual. It’s quiet before he flashes his phone screen in front of you, showing you a picture of three familiar small boys. “Look at the triplets.” You continue to eat after taking a look at the picture, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. Kuroo hums happily. “Aren’t they cute?” You only nod to his question.

“Look at Sakusa’s daughter. I met her last time and she’s such a charmer,” Kuroo narrates, letting out a giggle. The interaction replaying in his head. The interaction that caused his sudden baby fever.

It was a busy day at work since the Olympic team had to take their profile and poster pictures. Kuroo was talking to Bokuto when a child suddenly latched onto the spiker’s leg.

“My favorite teammate, you’re here!” Bokuto beamed and picked the child up. As she rested in his forearm, she looked at Kuroo in curiosity. Normally, children would get scared of him, but she wasn’t, which made Kuroo happy.

“Hi. My name’s Kuroo. What’s your name?” Kuroo asked the girl. She smiled at him before answering.

“Kia! Do you have a girlfriend?” Kia asked, taking Kuroo aback. It’s not everyday that a 4 year old would ask you about your relationship status.

“I don’t have a girlfriend, but I do have a wife,” Kuroo replied, which made the little pout.

“Since you only have a wife, I can be your girlfriend,” Kia proclaimed. Kuroo smiled at her statement. The girl suddenly made him think what his daughter would be like if he ever gets to have one.

“I’m sorry but my wife would be upset if I have a girlfriend, so I can’t be your boyfriend,” Kuroo explained to her, hoping she’ll learn something from it. You could subtly teach them about what’s right and wrong at a young age.

“Then, I’ll date your child, father-in-law,” Kia claimed which Kuroo patted her head for.

“I’ll remember your words, future daughter-in-law.”

“What are you smiling for?” You ask Kuroo and he looks up to you, his attention now on you.

‘It’s now or never. This is the perfect chance.’ Kuroo thinks, placing his chin on the palm of his hand. “I was just thinking about how cute our children would be.” You ignore his words and proceed to clean up your lunch box. As result, Kuroo frowns. He mirrors your actions, keeping quiet. Maybe it was wrong to mention it.

Your secretary knocks on your door before announcing that your client is already waiting outside. Kuroo put back the chair back to its proper place before walking over behind the table to give you a quick hug. You can feel his sadness radiating off him and you’re sure it’s from your silence.

His baby fever wasn’t unnoticed. In fact, you knew about it the moment you saw him scrolling through baby videos. He wasn’t very subtle about it, too. From showing his exes, to bringing you to the baby store, to sending you pictures of babies, to mentioning children all the time, you definitely knew about his baby fever.

But you don’t want a baby yet. You had just gotten steady recently, and having a child will wreck that steadiness for sure. You want to keep him to yourself as much as you can, and a child will take your time with each other away. Yet, you don’t know how to tell him that, because he’s determined to have one as soon as possible.

“I’m leaving now. I’ll pick you up later,” Kuroo speaks. He plants a kiss on your forehead before turning away. The way he turned his back at you, the way he frowned a little, it broke your heart. So you grab his hand and pull him back towards you. “Yes, my love?”

“Should we start trying for a child?” You look up to him with shaky eyes, and he saddens at your expression. He wraps his arms around you, your head falling onto his abdomen, while his hand pets the back of your head.

“Love, I’m not asking for a child immediately, so don’t get pressured. Just take my baby fever as a promise that I want to start a family with you and only you,” he reassures you, but you know he’s partly lying about it. Kuroo is a man who doesn’t give up until gets what he wants.

Kuroo’s Plan C has failed. He has no choice but to do his Plan D. (Will be posted soon 😉 if you know, you know.)

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hanahaki disease [niragi x reader x chishiya] highschool au!

Summary: love is reckoned to make us powerful; not susceptible - as much as i tried to convince myself that. as much as i tried to stay strong; tough and heroic, enough to risk it all and let my emotions surge on the exterior. strong enough to be crushed yet again, to love and be loved again - knowing my fragility. 

 i’ve known the agony and lament sufficiently enough that it demolished my sanity, left my soul burning away, gradually fading into ashes and disappearing like dust under the moonlight’s breeze. and the funny unfunny part is - i wish i had told him, perhaps one day i will. 

‘‘I have loved you since I first laid eyes on you. My love bloomed like a flower in my chest.’‘

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The sun's soft twinkles crawl over house rooftops, and in an early hour, despite it, it still felt like a chilly morning. Early as it is, the neighborhood was caught up with parents rushing with their children, some going to work, some even rushing late. Thankfully, the riots of youngsters were vetoed by the sound of Supermassive Black Hole by Muse playing through my earphones. I was deliberately walking down the alley on my way to school, gripping the hem of my uniform and cursing to myself that this skirt was of no use to at least keep my legs warm. 

The reckless gust reaching from my left side provoked me to jump out of my skin, revolting me from my daydream. 

‘’God's sake-’’ I turn my head only to see Chishiya standing next to me, with a smirk on his lips. The sudden view of him caused me to blush, as my brain screamed oh-look-your-crush. Although you could rarely see this guy smiling and being friendly, his agenda was incompatible. Clever, crucial, and cunning as he is, he always had a special place in my heart. Why, you ask? I'd love to know that too... Maybe because he has been my friend since forever. 

''You must be that cold, huh,'' Chishiya says sarcastically. ''Y-yeah.'' I murmur, ''anyway, again one of early practicals at the hospital today?'' ''Correct.''

''Yikes,'' I add, clicking my tongue, ''good luck.''

''Have you decided if you'll stay here in Tokyo?'' Chishiya pops a question, clearing his throat, as his face remains immersed on the boulevard in front of us. ''Huh, what do you mean?'' I add, looking up at him, wishing he'd look back at me. But he never does... 

''For university.'' ''Oh, that,'' is all I say, before taking the next few seconds to think what to proceed with, ''yeah, Tokyo - I guess, still not sure yet.''

''It better be Tokyo or I'm disowning you.'' He says in a stern voice, delivering it with a smirk as he quickly runs his hand through my hair, resulting in becoming a mess.

''Hey!'' I chuckle, about to return the favor but he succeeded to grab my wrist and stop me just on time. Shucks.

Chishiya and I have been friends since childhood, as our dads have been friends since their early school days as well. He's in his third year in med school and I'm about to graduate in less than a month and enter university in few months. Not to mention, living close enough in the same neighborhood visiting Shuntaro's family every Sunday for dinner was a ritual that my dad, Aguni, and I couldn't stop doing. My mother has had enough of Tokyo so she decided to leave for England. Yeah, pretty simple...it has only been dad and me since. Not like I regret staying with dad, and if there was the father that would win The Dad of the Year award, it would be him. Playing cards meanwhile drinking wine was a post-dinner ritual for our dads, later through time, Chishiya joining them as well. In most cases, I'd end up just observing how they play and anticipating who's going to win. From Aguni being the best to, Shuntaro's dad, a few years later as Chishiya evolved enough his cunning games he beat them in it. He became a card game master, no jokes. 

I didn't notice it has come for the time for us to go different paths, as my school was in the complete opposite direction.

''So,'' I murmur, stopping and turning to face him, ''I guess time to say goodbye.''

''Good luck, kid.'' He says, giving me a soft smile. Ah, if he only knew how something so insignificant and minor to him has such a consequence on my heart. But he never will though. As I know, what we are and what we are not. 

I just smiled as I watch him turn his back on me and leave first. He always leaves first. I stayed few more seconds as his figure slowly fades of to distance I get ready to go my way.

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 After the last class, I choose to go to a nearby library to catch up on some assignments. The library is a soft of the enormous coffee shop yet one can stay all day and feel good even if one buys nothing at all. That's the discrepancy. It is a place of welcome for everyone rather than for "customers." This is not a money-nexus venue yet a love-nexus space, and that makes it a real treasure in this city.

I was relinquished and dazzled by the book in front of me, until the moment someone’s voice yanks me out of my thoughts.

''Since classes are over, want to grab lunch?'' I feel a hand placing softly on my left shoulder as a soft boyish voice peaks behind me.

''Niragi,'' my lips stretch in a smile as I embrace my best friend in a hug, ''of course, you mind if Chishiya tags along as well?''

''Oh,'' he mouths, providing it with a vague look, as I feel him stiffen up a bit and breaking the hug before proceeding, ''Chishiya..too?'' 

''Yeah!'' 

''Sure,'' he says, providing it with a soft smile, ''definitely..'' 

''Great, I'll let him know then.'' 

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Niragi and I walked after school side by side, on the way to Shibuya where we agreed to meet up with Chishiya. As we have arrived early, we stand by a big poster advertisement. I gently lean my back onto it, facing the industrious avenues of Shibuya wandering with people. Niragi, leaning as well, right next to me. 

''So, have you decided? Is it going to be Tokyo or London?'' 

''Hm,'' I murmur as his question breaks me out of my trance, ''regarding studies?'' He nods. 

''Honestly, not sure,'' I hesitate, before proceeding, ''but I'd love to stay in Tokyo.'' This was not a lie, but London on the other hand, was just an excuse in case my health gets worse. An agreement was made with my dad that it'd be best to stay there with my mom and focus on getting better. 

''Tokyo.'' I sigh, still caught up thinking what if I have to end up having to go back to London. What do I do then? And more importantly, what do I tell them? The minor, simple thought of lying to the people I deeply care about stings. 

''And you?'' 

''Tokyo,'' he says softly while looking down, smiling - as the thought if he had something that binds him to dwell in this city, ''I already got accepted in for game engineering.'' 

I knock him softly on top of his head, standing on my tippy toes. Though he was portrayed as the delicate and sweet guy he is, he was taller than both Chishiya and me. 

''Ouch,'' he exclaims as his hand rests on top of his head, my action catching him off guard, ''why did you do that?'' 

''Why haven't you told me, little idiot?'' 

''I planned to,'' he giggles, a wide smile as I've never seen scattering across his delicate features, ''I was waiting for you to confirm you got in your desired major as well.'' 

Yeah, I have, Niragi. It's just that I might not even be able to go because of my health. The phrases, the verdict, that I desired I could have mouthed out. But I couldn't, not now. Not when we're about part ways, and the way I want to remember these recollections is by them as their happy-selves, us cycling through alleys of Tokyo, eating noodles in the park during chilly nights, by city lights as the background noise of crickets was vetoed by our laughter. The recollections, moments I'll protect in my psyche permanently. 

I just remained silent, looking at my friend as he was smiling and looking off to distance till he started waving to someone. I shift my gaze only to see Chishiya's figure approaching us, hands in his pockets as usual. 

''Hello there, peasants.'' Chishiya teases, as he finally approaches us.

''Excuse me, lord Shuntaro.'' Niragi scoffs at him, crossing his arms.

''So where will we head to?'' 

''Whoa, Morizono, not even embracing your friend in a warm hug and you're already talking about eating,'' Chishiya says falsifying pain in his voice, ''I'm hurt.''

 ''Chishiya,'' I let out, rolling my eyes at his statement, ''I know you don't do hugs.'' I proceed, nudging his forearm slightly, hoping that the warmth I felt growing in my cheeks wasn't showing. 

''Fuunji or Ichiran Shibuya?'' Niragi says, clicking his tongue. 

''Fuunji,'' I mutter, at the same time as Chishiya adds, ''Ichiran.'' Our eyes met instantly as we both realized our choices were different.

Do I have to mention that I'm probably already blushing? No, because heck - yes I am. 

Oh boy, here we go. Let him have his way, Y/N. 

As you always do. 

''You know what, let's go to Ichiran,'' I exclaim, looking in between my best friends waiting for them to agree. 

''Ichiran it is,'' Niragi exclaims. 

A little while later, our food has finally arrived. The moment it lands on the table, Niragi digs at his sweet and sour soup and pulls out all the cubes of carrot. I don't say anything, I really couldn't care less about table manners and there's always something interesting going on in his head. Chishiya calm and collected as he is, starts eating at a slow pace. After swallowing his first bite, he breaks the silence, ''we must go somewhere to celebrate your birthday, Y/N.'' 

''I'm not sure-''

Niragi peeks up at me with sticky fingers in his mouth. Meanwhile, Chishiya adds, through the mouthful, that I could just about make out the name "Kyoto."

As my mouth was full of food as well, I just nod seriously. 

"That's a great idea, Chishiya. I never thought of that." Niragi grins, still with the fingers in his mouth, then he scoops them up and lines them neatly next to his stocking.

Chishiya holds out a cup of soju, "for Y/N." Niragi's hand comes over and snatches it up, his grin as wide as his cheeks will stretch, and scatters back.

Chishiya and I just exchanged looks, laughing at his silliness.

We drank soju, we were already merry and full, we told the most terrible of jokes. That was us. Casual, informal, yet caring enough to make the time we spend together joyful. 

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After grabbing lunch with Chishiya and Niragi, I headed straight home. The thought of visiting Kyoto for my birthday with them was still bouncing on my mind. The thing is, how to bring it up to Aguni? Hm? As loving and fond as he is of both of them, the thought of sending his only daughter away with two boys on a trip probably sounded far away from a brilliant idea. Sigh, I guess it'll take a lot to convince him. 

''Dad, I'm home!'' I exclaim, meanwhile closing the doors behind me and taking off my shoes in the hallway. 

''Someone's back home early, huh?'' Aguni says chuckling, as he plants a soft kiss on my forehead. 

''Yup, something smells delightful,'' I say, meanwhile slapping my hands in excitement and taking my seat. 

''Ah, you sneaky,'' He adds, taking the seat as well across me, ''it's your favorite - pad thai chicken wok.'' 

''So,'' I began, meanwhile randomly picking food with chopsticks in my plate, ''I have a question.'' 

''Yes?'' Aguni murmurs, mouthful, gazing up at me. ''So you know that my birthday is next week...'' I say awkwardly, placing my chopsticks gently on the table. 

''Of course, how would I forget my daughter's birthday?'' He scoffs, butthurt that his daughter thinks he's that forgetful. 

''No, of course not.'' I chuckle, ''but I did want to ask you something, uh...'' 

''Go ahead, silly.'' 

Just say it. Now or never. And I do - ''I've been thinking of visiting Kyoto with Chishiya and Niragi-'' 

''Not happening.'' 

''But-'' 

''You? On a trip? With two boys?'' his voice stern as he glares up at me, causing me to swallow, ''you must be out of your mind to think I'll let you, Y/N. Boys your age are wild.'' 

''No, there's going to be more of other friends...too, from school.'' I start, slightly panicking as I was also trying to think of the ways to get him to approve, ''not just Chishiya and Niragi, although you know they're my closest friends.'' I proceed further, looking around the food on the table, as I noticed he has almost cleared out his plate, and yet there was still chicken left in mine. Splendid, a perfect way to bribe him now.

''Plus,'' I mutter, as I start taking out the chicken from my plate, putting on his, his eyes now fully focused on that chicken, ''I know you trust them enough to protect me if anything happens, right?'' I grin, awkwardly. 

''Only because they are aware who's your father and someone not to mess with.'' He adds, still not convinced enough, but still taking the small pieces of chicken with his chopsticks. 

''Uh, yeah,'' I murmur, as I watch him, eating up those last few pieces of chicken as if they are his last, ''beside your protectiveness, what do you think?''

''Y/N, you've forgot one thing.'' Aguni says with a serious tone, placing down his chopsticks. 

''What?'' I question, acting dumb. Expecting him to answer, he just remains silent and gives me an even worse glare now, ''doctor's appointment,'' I add, ''come on, it doesn't have to be next week as well. Just check with them if they can postpone it.''   

He preserves silent, still staring up at me with a serious look on his face. Sigh.

''A trip with my friends is more important. Not to mention, it's our last as we're all parting ways soon because of university.''  

''To you. But to me, your health is more important Y/N.''

''I...understand, dad,'' I sigh, looking up at him, falsifying a smile, ''but look at me, I'm feeling fine. I've never been better.''

''Same as you claimed in the past, until it happened again and I was close to losing you forever.'' He asserts, this time his voice louder than before.

''Dad...cheer up,'' I exclaim, as I reach out my hand, placing it on top of his, ''it's...just because it happened then, doesn't mean it will happen again.''

''You don't know that. Your condition is serious-''

''I'll take care of myself. Alright?'' I murmur, squeezing his hand, ''please, can I go?''   

''Alright, alright. Under one condition, take care of yourself and as soon as you get back we're going to the doctors. Promise?''

''I promise.'' I holler, lunging from my seat to hug him before storming off to my room. As soon as I shut the door behind me, I lean my back on it. 

There was an eerie sentiment I felt within, a good sort though - just not sure for what exact reason yet. It felt like it was the calling card of an adventure, paths awaiting, what will transpire. Whatever was ahead could be a great challenge, and there could be tears, but it was an exploration to take and so I smiled. The inklings would come, perhaps when I’d least expected it, so I’m ready to take this leap of faith.