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☁︎ oscar piastri x female reader

☁︎ oscar is experiencing thanksgiving with your family for the first time….and boy is it crazy

☁︎ no warnings just fluff and maybe a tad overwhelmed oscar lol

☁︎ i can’t believe october is starting to come to an end, these little fall fics have been making me so happy, i think ill do another one in december too to get ready for christmas 🤭 p.s thanksgiving in canada is beginning of october in contrast to the USA which is end of november in case you’re confused :)

Thanksgiving was a little chaotic in your family, when everyone gathered together and all sat down for the annual fall meal, only this year it was your boyfriend Oscar’s first time attending it with you. He knew you got your vibrant and extroverted personality from your parents, but now that he looks back on it, he’s pretty sure your entire family played a part in it.

“Oscar when do you and my little sunshine plan on having children hmm?” your grandma asked, causing you to choke on your water

“Nana!”

Oscar laughed patting your back gently to help with your coughing

“I think whenever the time is right, we’re in no rush”

“Well you’re only getting older!”

You shook your head at the old woman’s antics your mother stepping in before you

“Mom, leave these two alone, they’re both still in their early twenties, no babies for them, eat your turkey”

“Never too early to have a baby, such nonsense!”

Leaning over to Oscar you looked at him apologetically

“I’m sorry, she’s very persistent”

He only smiled, kissing your forehead as he squeezed your knee under the table

“I don’t mind at all, it’ll happen someday anyway”

The two of you may have been young but you both knew that you were endgame for each other, there was no one else on earth more perfect for either of you, and everyone was starting to see that.

“So Oscar, i’ve been watching your season, looks pretty good this year”

It was your father’s time to chime in, Oscar nodding as he gave your father 100% of his attention.

“Yes, it’s been going really well, the car feels good this year, so i’m looking forward to finishing the next few races and then having some time off” he replied, a bit hesitantly as he always did with your dad

“That’s good to hear, I’d love to come see a race sometime”

You smiled

“You should come to Las Vegas with us dad! You and mom have been wanting to go back there so why not?”

In hindsight you should have asked Oscar first if he was okay with this, but knowing him, he wouldn’t mind at all. He loved spending time with your family as much as you did with his.

“Oh that’s a great idea honey, i’m sure we can figure something out!”

The rest of dinner went off without a hitch, calm conversation and laughter shared between everyone, you could already feel the classic thanksgiving hangover hitting you as you lounged on the couch tucked into Oscar’s side, your eyes heavy and tired.

“NO YOU JUST SLAPPED ME WITH ANOTHER PICK UP UP 4 IM GONNA KILL YOU!!!”

Oscar laughed hearing your little cousins playing uno in the other room as you rolled your eyes. If anyone was the loudest on these holidays it was the kiddos.

“YEAH WELL YOU JUST SUCK AT THE GAME THEN!”

It wasn’t long before your aunt went in there and told them off, quiet chatter resuming after the mini scream fest over the classical card game had ensued. Truth be told you were nervous for Oscar to experience thanksgiving with your family because you weren’t always put together and fancy, you were loud and energetic, your family loved playing games, having treasure hunts and playing games of charades.

You knew deep down it wouldn’t everyone’s cup of tea but Oscar wouldn’t have it any other way. He’d never felt more comfortable and at home like he did with you when you visited your family. It made him feel normal and accepted, he didn’t have to worry about the media, the race track or the constant murmurs going around the paddock.

“How was your first thanksgiving experience love?”

He smiled down at you, his finger tips running up and down your back

“I loved it, really it was so much, I can’t wait to keep experiencing this craziness with you”

“Oscar loves the thanksgiving craziness…never thought i’d say that”

The Aussie laughed leaning down to kiss you

“Well now I get to experience a different craziness from yours everyday”

“Hey!”

You frowned jokingly but he was quick to once again bring his lips to yours, deepening the kiss enough to have your face flush, thankfully your family too enamoured in their own activities to notice your little display of affection.

“I love you and all your craziness darling, it’s what makes you, you.” he stated softly, taking his time to admire you

“I love you more.”

Oscar had all he needed right in front of him, he’d never felt more welcomed and appreciated than he did right now, curled up on the couch at your parents house after a delicious dinner, something he would continue to be apart of for years…and years to come.

Happy X-Mas (War is Over)

Summary: Another year over... Warnings: mentions of neglectful parents and eddie's family life, let me know if i missed any :) Notes: hurt/comfort with eddie makes my brain go brrrrrr

Eddie never really liked Christmas, or the entire holiday season. With his family, he didn't have the joyful time like other kids did with their families. His dad was either in jail, or doing something that would put him in jail. His mom was either working, sleeping, or drinking her problems away. Neither of them cared to spend time with Eddie during the holidays, let alone get him a gift or even a tree.

Uncle Wayne tried his best to make up for it. He would buy a gift for Eddie and even though it was never the newest or coolest toy, Eddie loved it. Wayne did his best to give Eddie a normal, happy Christmas. As Eddie got older, he got over the excitement of the holidays and didn't care if Wayne got him a present or not, but he did keep the gifts from his childhood in his closet.

Christmas became just another day for Eddie, until you came along.

You were so excited for the holidays. All the decorations, the baking, the gift wrapping, the music. You were always excited when Thanksgiving was over and radios started to play Christmas songs. Eddie wasn't as eager as you, but he happily watched as you decorated or baked or danced around to Christmas music.

You and Eddie were hanging out at his trailer one day, just enjoying each other's company. You had brought over some smaller decorations and put them up around the trailer for him and Wayne to enjoy. Eddie helped you set them up, but stayed quiet.

"Anyway, what do you want for Christmas, Eds?" You asked, finishing up your ramble on what gifts you were getting everyone.

Eddie froze up at the question, his small smile falling. "Uh, nothing, sweetheart. I don't need anything."

"But what do you want?" You asked again, looking over at him. You smile fell when you saw his expression. "You okay, Eddie?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I just...don't really like Christmas that much," he answered, going over and sitting down on the couch.

You followed him and sat next to him, gently playing with one of his stray curls. "Why not?"

He sighed. "My parents didn't really make Christmas special for me. My dad wasn't home, my mom was working or sleeping. Wayne tried his best, but y'know, I just grew out of it, I guess."

"Eddie..."

He took a shaky breath, wiping away the tears that had slipped down his cheeks. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to start crying."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. "You can cry, Eds, it's okay. I just wanna make Christmas special for you anyway I can."

Eddie melted into your touch, gripping onto the back of your shirt. You felt some of his tears hit your shirt, causing you to just hold him closer. You ran your fingers through his curls, careful not to pull on any knots.

"Would you and Wayne want to stay over at my house for Christmas? We'll have presents, a big dinner, the whole thing," you offered softly.

Eddie pulled away to look at you, a smile starting to form on his face. "Really?"

You nodded. "Really."

"I...I'd love that. I don't know if Wayne would be able to, but I think he'd like it."

"Good," you replied, wiping away his tears and sneaking a quick kiss to his lips. "Now, what do you want for Christmas?"

He thought for a few moments. "...maybe a new album or a mixtape, and some new picks for my guitar?"

You smiled. "Okay, any specific album or...?"

"Surprise me," he answered, "but, do you want anything?"

You shook your head. "No, I have everything I want right here."

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lovely's holiday special

thinking about your beautiful rosquez fake dating au.... is it a public thing? like are they the motogp royal couple here (INSANE time to be in the paddock lol. and oh GOD the breakup) or is it strictly a performance for their friends/family? (also insane for marc specifically. that man cannot lie to alex ever change my mind) like i cant stop thinking about it...

I was thinking performance for their friends and family but with a couple of things to consider [because I never make my life easy, do I]:

my considerations of this kind of depends of the span of the fic and how long they are pretending before going into the actually dating phase [I think Valentino probably freaks out (mostly because of what Marc said) after that first time they sleep together and then putting it short : he ghosts Marc, Marc confronts him and they start hooking up regularly and then there is another big family thing (maybe Christmas if the fic started in the summer) and Valentino forgot he was supposed to fake break up with Marc at some point and anyway, they figure their shit out, the end] [divorce still happens in 2015, see you in 2024 for the reconciliation]

but in the grand scheme of things, they're only doing this to trick Valentino's mom (and like, all the aunts and uncles and everyone that gets involved after the dinner and the baby shower) (oops, things are getting out of hand, it's fine Valentino, it's fine) so that's the only thing they both have in mind when dealing with the secret

now, who was present at the ranch that summer to hear about this? probably the Academy kids that were all in either Moto2 or Moto3 at the time — do they really have to interact with Valentino's family and eventually lie to them? eh, I'd say it's a possibility, and does Valentino trust those teenagers to lie for him? absolutely not, does he trust them to keep their mouth shut about his relationship with Marc if he sat them down and told them it was important? yes, much more (and like, who would believe them in the paddock anyway, him and Marc together? please)

I think Luca can be the big joker/question mark here, on the one hand Valentino would feel shitty making Luca lie to his mom but on the other end Valentino feels shitty lying to Luca, so, 50/50 on that one for now

which means, that in my mind, Marc doesn't even have to bother about his side of the family, I fully agree with you that that man cannot lie to his brother and honestly, he would probably already spill the bean when his stay at the ranch gets extended and Marc asks him why on the phone

technically, could Valentino's mom talk to Marc's parents and fuck things up? I suppose, if I want to make my life annoying, that it could be a possibility, but I don't think Valentino's mom was in the paddock often so I'm just gonna eliminate that issue for this one universe [and like, could she have their number? also yes maybe in a universe that would be annoying to me]

in the grand scheme of things, Marc is agreeing to this 10% to help Valentino and 90% for personal selfish reasons and because in theory, this doesn't have any real flaw/annoyance for him, right? — do I think that he would have felt comfortable lying to his parents? absolutely not, I do think that would be quite interesting to explore in fic but again, making my life easy here [the whole "Valentino can put on a performance act while Marc is an open book to people who know him" of it all]

Now, to come back to that first option, the first thing that came to mind was a forced to come out scenario, especially if it happens because of leaked photos of them hooking up when having hate sex in say, 2016. Way angstier in the beginning but then it's indeed "what an insane time to be in the paddock" in a good way after they've fixed things.

[admittedly I don't always see how going the "yes we're gay but we're in love" way is better PR management than "our private lives should have never been hindered, that's all we have to stay about the matter" but, you know, fic purposes]

I think it could actually bring quite a different aspect to their dynamic in that scenario because if this is 2016, Valentino is 37 (9 titles and could technically retire with a long well-done career) and Marc is 23 (4 titles, still an immense way to go in his career and so much potential to explore).

Of course the whole thing affects Valentino but he honestly believes he can survive that whatever way and ignore the bad people and focus on keeping the same life, he'll be fine. Marc will say that he's not affected by what people say about him (and only on track things matter) but I don't think it's that easy, especially back then, especially after all the backlash he got post-Sepang, and when he puts his own 2015 anger aside, I think Valentino can recognize that as well.

It's Valentino looking at Marc seating next to him in the Yamaha/Honda (whichever) motorhome, watching the way Marc's knee keep bouncing at lightning speed, the lines of his face harsh, his eyes pointed on a far point on the wall. It's Valentino shutting his brain down and going "Yes, we'll do that, where do we start".

Don't Stand So Close To Me ∥ P. Mitchell - part two

Top Gun: Maverick

Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x (Kazansky's youngest daughter) Y/N

Word Count: 3.7k

I'm not really happy with this part ngl it feels a little bit pieced together and doesn't flow smoothly but it's here. Hope yall can find some joy in this... anyways happy reading babes and yes I'm fully aware its fucking late at night

Disclaimer: there's a skim of smut, also smoking bc I found out Tom Cruise smokes and now I'm obsessed with the thought of it. Also I harbor no towards Penny's character so please do not come for me

Part 1 Kazansky Family Dynamic Masterlist

–2 new messages - The Cradle Robber – ...

The exhale leaving her lips died in her throat the moment the notification floated across the pitch black phone screen, dread filled her veins as her anxious mind filtered through every possible scenario starting with the worse and working her way down. 

‘Is this a breakup text? No, he wouldn’t do that… would he? Did Penny get her shot at round two with him? Is he just drunk? Is this going to be an apology for ignoring me for days? Maybe he is just checking up on me?’

She feels like crying as the black lock screen mocks her of what was once in its place, the light blue skies littered with clouds surrounding her smiling face as Pete kissed her temple. But instead it was the black lock screen shined back at her, showing her reflection in the dim kitchen lighting. She can’t help but feel out of place considering everything was perfectly placed in the pristine kitchen, except Y/N who is drowning in her anxious thoughts. 

‘Just fucking open it, you are thinking the worse…. But what if I am right? But it’s Pete, he is always so sweet and kind to me’ she gently slides her finger across the illuminating screen 

Hey Princess, I know I haven’t been around much with work and all but I miss you.. Can I make it up to you please?

The exhale didn’t get caught in her throat this time but the anxiety still gnawed at her from the inside, ‘Peace or violence… he did neglect me for two days…’

“Mmm… I’m listening”  it was still peaceful yet a little passive aggressive in her eyes.

I could come pick you up and we could watch the best Christmas movie ever made

The smile spreading across her face was involuntarily but unwavering  “DIE HARD ISN’T A CHRISTMAS MOVIE PETE FFS”

I’m going to take that as a yes… I’ll see you in 30 FFS?

Most Christmas movies are corny, predictable, and boring, well this is exactly how their melodramatic love story started in a way..

~~

Christmas Eve at The Kazansky’s Household

“I’m just saying mom, why couldn’t it have been just family tonight? Half of these guys are from Dad’s work, what happened to just a small family dinner?” the sigh departed Y/N’s lips shortly afterwards, Laurie hummed in agreeance with her younger sister’s despair. 

“Sweetheart the holidays are about caring for others and surrounding yourself with good company, this is more for your Father than me.  Just try and act happy for him at least..” it wasn’t though, this was her mother’s way of showing off the house, her cooking, and her marriage to everyone. The dinging alarm from the oven broke Mrs. Kazansky’s pointed look aimed at her youngest daughter “Okay, fine.. I need to go finish wrapping a few gifts if you got the kitchen covered” the only response was a slight wave of her mother’s wrist. 

The stairwell came closer with each step until she turned left into the hallway leading to the backdoor, Y/N took a quick glance at the party taking place in the living room before slipping out. 

~

She hastily lit her cigarette as the cold nipped at her delicate fingertips, she inhaled softly as a small sliver of peace washed over her heated body. “Your Father would kill you if he found out” floated through the air around her, ruining her newly founded  peace,  Y/N turned towards the man sitting on the back porch steps “Yeahh and I don’t think my mom would take kindly to you smoking at her house either” a small hum slipped through his fixed smile, Y/N shrugged her shoulders before making her way over to him “hmm.. But how about we make a deal? I won’t tell if you don’t?” silence followed as his outstretched hand came into view, Y/N didn’t hesitate to slip her hand into his much larger one “Deal, I’m Pete by the way” she hummed at the sound of his voice but also the warmth that encompassed her hand “Y/N.. you wouldn’t happen to be the Pete that flew with my dad back in the late 80’s”  a slight nod of confirmation was thrown her way “Yes, I am that Pete but people usually call me Maverick” amusement danced across her face, this man sitting across from her was the beloved Maverick or better known as her ‘Uncle Pete’ even though this is the first time she has ever spoken to the man. “Hmmm I thought you would look older” curiosity plagued his features and laced through his words “why’s that exactly” Y/N’s eyes drifted across his face and made their way down his frame, “My dad said you didn’t age as ‘gracefully’ as he did, which was clearly a lie” there was an unusual wave of comfort that flooded her system, she wanted to blame it on the warmth radiating off of him but the gap between the two crushed that theory.

~

“I don’t know what that is if I’m being honest.. So I don’t know if that’s a compliment  or an insult, sweetheart” if Y/N wasn’t so appalled at the newfound fact, she might have blushed at the pet name “ohh my gOd, How do you not know the tropes for a Christmas movie is?? Heard of Hallmark before?” the only response given was a simple shrug “I’m old”

“First it’s not an insult, you just share a lot of characteristics of the main guy in a Hallmark movie” Y/N puffed out a cloud of smoke before passing the cigarette back to her confused counterpart “the key aspects being a mysterious yet well-known guy, who either lives some outrageous adrenaline filled lifestyle or a rather unnoteable one with some weird past skill that somehow helps at the end of the movie, meets this ‘out of this world’ girl, that either saves him or his business. They sometimes might hate each at the beginning, or just bump into each other at random beginning scenes, until they fall in love… and blah blah.. Y’know?”

“Hmm I think you know a little too much about these movies, though I’m curious what’s your favorite?”

“Yeah maybe so, but when I was little, my dad and I would stay up binge watching shitty Christmas movies… annd Holiday Inn, it tops everything… your’s?”

“Aww who would have thought that Ice would be up all night watching sappy Christmas movies, Slider would get a kick out of this... And no the best Christmas movie of all time is Die Hard”

From an outside perspective, the pair would have seemed crazy as they argued back and forth over such a childish topic until the back door swung open to reveal Ron "Slider" Kerner’s head poking out to burst their bubble “Y/N, your father is looking for you, maybe shorten your ‘puff’ break huh..” 

It was an almost comical ‘360’ Slider took when noticing Maverick sitting across her on the porch steps “Y/N anything he has said about me is a lie” the breath of laughter condensated in the night’s sky “Wow someone is either really full of themselves or paranoid, for your information we were talking about Christmas movies”  the exaggerated eye roll from the older man triggered her own before an outstretched hand appeared once again in her peripheral, as the mere thought of having him touch her again with those rough, callous hands, a wave of heat shot through her body.  She couldn’t help but feel disappointed as his hand dropped from her own, as he helped her upright. Until Pete placed it casually on her lower back as he guided her towards the entranceway that Slider just retreated from. Y/N felt her knees buckle at the sweet, confident smile he sent her way as he held the door open, the huff of breath forced itself into the air filled with the overlapping conversations taking place in the living room. As Y/N willed herself to take the first step into the doorway Pete’s voice stopped her in her tracks “Y’Know we could watch the best Christmas movie after dinner, if you like?” the laughter bubbling through her lips was the only confirmation he needed “Only if you sit by me during dinner”  she felt like she could die just by his smile alone until he winked at her... once again the feeling of overwhelming heat coursed through her system “Deal”

~

“Sweetheart, I’ve been looking for you, where have you been? Your mother is throwing a fit, considering ‘you disappeared on her an hour ago’... I think she’s being dramatic like usual but dinner is about to start, so shall we?” Y/N looked back over at Pete before linking arms with her father as they made their way through the dining room. 

To most people, they saw Admiral Tom “Iceman” Kazansky as a calculated pilot with a cold exterior that was off-putting to what he considered  "sensitive" people but at this very moment, he was a doting father that was putty in his youngest daughter’s hands. As if she was the most important thing in this world, and she was to him. It didn’t help that Y/N was gleaming up at her father as he pushed her chair in, before sitting right beside her at the head of the table. The older Kazansky children couldn't help but roll their eyes in disgust as their father displayed his favoritism towards their sister so publicly, he didn’t even spare them a glance nor the people seated around them. 

~~

Present Day

“For the fifty time just because the movie takes place on December 25th, doesn’t make it a Christmas movie.. Don’t get me wrong Die Hard is a classic but not for that genre, baby” did Y/N end up staying up all night watching Die Hard movies with Pete? Yes, she most certainly did and she didn’t regret it at all even as the bags under her eyes throbbed in the dimly light diner. “Y’Know one of these days, you are going to finally agree with me on this, and when that day comes I’m going to say…I told you so” Pete’s gaze was blocked by the inside of his coffee cup, but he knew she was flipping him off behind the ceramic mug when no verbal response was given. His free hand lifted to entangle their fingers together across the table, a soft smile was sent her way as the worn cup clinked against the table  “I’m kidding it will be a lot more dramatic, I’m thinking an air show that spells out ‘I was right, Die Hard is the best Xmas movie ever” Pete could still understand her clear as day even as “I hate you” was mumbled between bites of pancakes, before he pulled their joined hands closer to place a soft kiss across her knuckles “You looove me” a scoff slipped through Y/N’s lips “whatever you say loverboy..”

~

“Hi, I’m Y/N Kazansky and I was wondering if I could possibly have Maverick’s surprise birthday here on Friday?” Y/N appraised the older woman behind the bar as she waited for her to turn around “Kazansky as in Iceman type of Kazansky? And of course you can, anything for Pete” Y/N didn’t know if the twitch in her right eye was caused by lack of sleep or the possible second meaning to Penny’s words “Yes ma’am, I’m Admiral Tom “Iceman” Kazansky’s youngest daughter.. And thank you!” the giggle bubbling its way through Penny’s lips didn’t help Y/N’s involuntarily twitching “I feel like, Two admirals daughters walk into a bar would be a great navy joke.. Mm do you need help with anything for the party? I can bake Pete’s cake if you want” Y/N simply shook her head “No I’ve got it all covered, plus Pete just loves my cake, but thank you for offering I appreciate it” Penny’s shoulders fell at her words before correcting her posture once again “No problem, hun”

~

Y/N felt eyes on her the second she rounded the hanger, as she glanced through the rooms before moving to the next one filled with Naval pilots. Her eyes shifted between the group until finding a somewhat familiar face in the small group  “Excuse me Bob, I was wondering if you could help me with something?” Bob’s face went flush at the mere presence of Y/N before stuttering out “Y-yes Ma’am, wh-hat can I do for you?” the flash of her smile made his knees weak he felt like he could pass out as he gulped down the air caught in his throat. “Y/N, what are you doing here?” Until Bob’s moment was ruined, he was so close to hearing her soft voice response if it weren’t for Rooster, Y/N’s gaze shifted between the two men before settling once again on Bob “Hi Bradley, umm I was wondering if you could relay a message to Pete.. I mean Maverick’s students for me” her sweet voice floated through his mind, and stored itself directly into his memory “Yes I can-n do that for you, what’s the message?” his palms felt clammy as he pushed the gold rim of his glasses up his nose “okay this is a secret Maverick cannot know but this Friday at 1900,  we are throwing him a surprise birthday at the Hard Deck.. and I wanted y’all to be there” the nod of confirmation came shortly after that before he clear his throat with a “Yes, ma’am” the sweet smile mixed with Y/N’s hand resting lightly on his forearm almost made him hyperventilate “Please call me Y/N, ohh is it possible one of you can take me to my father’s office?” Bradshaw couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Bob’s fidgeting, but also at the fact that Y/N was throwing ‘good ol’ Pete a birthday party. Y/N’s question hung in the air before either could form words,  and just like that Seresin was towering over her, with his signature smirk playing on his lips “I can take you, sweetheart” 

~

The Kazansky’s put Operation: Birthday Boy into full effect, Y/N cringed slightly at the dreadful name her father gave the op but thankfully everything was going as planned when she received a text from her father saying “be there in 10 :)”.

~

Maverick was surprised when Ice asked him if he wanted to grab a few drinks at the Hard Deck, but his surprise soon morphed into suspicion at Tom’s unusual behavior. Pete ran through the possible reasons, ‘did he find out about Y/N and I? Is the Navy finally sick of my reckless behavior? Is he dying?’ but even as the uneasy feeling crept its way through his thoughts, he followed silently as Tom lead the way into the bar. 

The screams of ‘SURPRISE!’ bounced off the hard deck walls as Pete’s eyes shifted through the pile of familiar faces washed in bright lights until landing on Y/N, standing in the middle of the mass holding a large cake with candles scattered across the frosted top spelling out “Happy Birthday to the best pilot EVER.. aka Maverick ♡” He couldn’t help as the grin spread across his face, he honestly thought his heart could stop at just the sight of her in his favorite dress with candle light cascading across her cheekbones. She looked like she was heaven sent, as she sent him a soft smile before mouthing ‘come here’ before flicking her eyes down at the cake. 

As Pete came closer to Y/N he finally shifted his eyes down to study the cake in her delicate hands, the cake was littered with almost 70 candles “why are there so many candles on this? I’m not that old Y/N” his pointed look was cut off when Seresin shouted “Start Blowing Grandpa” Y/N moved the cake closer to him “Please just make a wish, I don’t want to eat candle wax”

~

The cake was cut, thanks were given and people started to disperse into their own little conversations, Tom listened absentmindedly to the conversation Penny was trying to hold with him “I don’t know Tom, don’t you think their relationship is a little bit weird” tilting his head to meet her gaze before drifting across the bar once more “Whose?” her smile twitched slightly at Tom’s inattention “Y/N’s and Maverick’s” hearing his daughter’s name however caught his full attention, raising his brow towards the older brunette as if asking for a continuation before the sound of giggling bounced off the walls. Ice steered his gazes towards the sound until it landed on Y/N,  frosting mixed with bits of cake coating her delicate hands as the rest was plastered against Pete’s face “I don’t know, it’s just something about how they interact and look at each other.. It’s unusual I think something is going on between the two-” before she could even continue Ice was leaning closer to her, with a fixed glare “Shut up Penny, you know nothing about Y/N or Pete. You are delusional and I will not let you slander my daughter like that because you are trying to make her the next Penny Benjamin, the admiral’s slut daughter” if looks could kill Tom would be six feet under, Penny’s jaw was set and eyes blazing with an untamed ire, the overgrowing emotion built at the sight of Maverick’s cradling Y/N’s face in his hands, eyes full of adoration as he smashed frosting across her cheeks and smiling lips.

~

“Peeete you ruined my makeup” was mumbled through the thick frosting and cake crumbs coating her lips, while staring up in shock at the man who is equally caked “I’m sorry but weren’t you the one that caked me first?” even through the layer of frosting he could tell she was pouting up at him “Let’s go, get you cleaned up huh?” as he guided her towards the bathroom, unbeknownst to them a set of eyes belonging to a familiar face followed their retreating figures towards the bathrooms.

~

Water rushing out the faucet filled the empty bathroom lined with shiny white tile  contrasting against dull grey stalls on the right-side wall, Y/N’s eyes floated around until landing on Pete’s side profile, as he wiped remnants of cake off his hands and face before turning to her with a wet towel “Alright, your turn princ-” was muffled against Y/N’s frosted lips before Pete hoisted her up on the bathroom counter, Y/N pulled back with a grimace “You put me in water” his fingertips danced across her upper thighs, until Y/N squeezed them together blocking his path to her lace covered heat “What does it matter, if you are already soaked… well probably soaked” the pointed look would have usually made him stop but the soft smile etched on her lips, pushed him to continue “please it can count as my birthday gift” her thighs relaxed against his hand instantly, the tips of his fingers brushed against the soaked fabric before pushing the ruined material roughly to the side, coating his fingers in her slick. Y/N’s hips involuntarily jerked forward at the action waiting for his fingers to slide into her but instead his hand left her body entirely. 

Y/N held her breath as she waited for his next move until the dazed state was shattered at the sight of Pete licking his fingers clean of her “Sweet as ever” those three words echoing off the bathroom tile, forced her to push her thighs together for some sort of relief…  Until the door swung open, the bar’s overlapping conversation along with a huffing Penny broke the room’s stillness “am I interrupting something?” Y/N fought the urge to roll her eyes at Penny’s faux innocence, the question was asked with such certainty as if she already knew the answer. Her eyes stared blankly at Y/N when “No” filtered around her “Oh good, well I brought you some towels to help with the clean up” Y/N couldn’t tell if the smile gracing the older brunette’s lips was actually genuine, that maybe she felt proud of herself for interrupting the moment or if it was a fake plastered on smile in an attempt to hide her indifference, either way Y/N couldn’t stand the sight of it. Maverick broke the tension by thanking her, before moving toward the towels in her hands. Y/n couldn’t help but laugh as Penny deliberately brushed her hand against Pete’s fingers that were moments ago covered in Y/N’s slick.

~

Y/N sat patiently on the bathroom counter as Pete gently cleaned the remnant of cake off her face, oblivious to the fact that Y/N was struggling with recurring thoughts, Penny’s conceited smile, the way Pete looked at Penny last week oblivious to Y/N across the bar, and then the worst one of them all… Rooster’s words on loop “everyone gets burned by him no matter what, he doesn’t change” She thought about bringing it up to Pete, but it never seemed like the right time, even during the movie marathon, during breakfast, or during the week leading up to his birthday.  She stopped herself each time with the same recurring thought “don’t be selfish, you are probably making something out of nothing.” the gentle tap on her cheek pulled her back to reality, her gaze refocusing on Pete’s soft smile “You okay?” She processed his words for a few moments, conflicted with telling him the truth along with all her concerns, or lie through a fake smile and a ‘yeah I’m good… she chose the latter option, nodding eagerly with a quick “Yeah, I’m good” it seemed convincing enough considering Pete left it at that, as he helped her down from the counter.

“Thanks again for the party, I’ve been so stressed out over this mission…that its just nice to feel some normalcy and spend time with my girl” the soft kiss pressed to her temple would usually be comforting, but she couldn’t brush off the uneasy feeling building in her chest.

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Road to 4☆TOWN

part 11

“You’re sure you won’t come in with me?” Taeyoung asked, hugging Aaron T.

“I know you’re nervous about going home, but I haven’t seen my mom in two months.” Aaron reminded him. “She just got engaged and we have to talk about moving out. Plus, she’s my mom and I missed her.”

“Then can I go with you?” Taeyoung held on tighter. “I’m sure my parents won’t mind if I stay at your place for a few hours.”

“Yeah, right. Your mom would kill me if I kept her baby away for a second longer than I needed to.” Aaron rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re so worried about anyway. You know your mom’s gonna be ecstatic to see you again.”

Taeyoung was quiet. “And my dad…?”

“I mean, I know he’s a little quieter but I’m sure he missed you.” Aaron assured him.

The bus came to a stop.

“This is you, Taeyoung.” Courtney called him from the front of the bus. “I think I can see your mom at the window already.”

“Thanks, Courtney.” Taeyoung started to get up. “Guess I can’t stall. I’ll see you on—”

“Wait, Tae.” Aaron took off his hat and placed it on Taeyoung’s head. “I may not be going in with you, but I’m still there for you.”

Taeyoung smiled. “Awwww, thanks, Aaron.” He hugged him again. “But wait, you hate being without your hat.”

“I’m just going home. It’s no big deal.” Aaron shrugged. “Besides, you can give it back when you come over tomorrow.”

“I feel better already.” Taeyoung said with a small sigh. He grabbed his bags and adjusted the hat . “Well, here goes nothing.” He got off the bus and walked what felt like a mile to the front door. He looked over his shoulder and saw Aaron waving as the bus drove off. Before he could wave back, he was being pulled into the house.

“TAEYOUNG!” Dasom yelled as she hugged him. “Oh, baby, I missed you so so much. Don’t ever leave me for that long again.” She gave him a million little kisses.

“Mom, please.” Taeyoung chuckled a bit. “Plus, you know we have another tour in Australia this October.”

“Well, then your father and I will simply have to take a month’s vacation to Australia this year.” Dasom shook her head. “I can’t stand to be apart from my baby that long.” She hugged him again.

“I don’t think either of you can take a vacation that long. Especially not Dad.” Taeyoung grinned. “By the way…where is he? Is he home?”

Dasom paused. “Oh, uhhhh—”

“Jagi, the jacuzzi’s ready for—” Jihun stopped at the bottom of the steps. “Oh. Taeyoung, you’re back.”

“Hi, Dad.” Taeyoung waved awkwardly.

“Uh…how was the trip?” Jihun asked.

“It was okay. I got a little sad on Christmas since I was away from you and M—”

“Good, good.” Jihun cut him off. “I’m glad you had a good time.”

There was an awkward pause.

Taeyoung started walking towards him with open arms. “I missed you, Dad.”

“And I missed you, son.” Jihun nodded, stopping Taeyoung before they could hug. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go drain the jacuzzi.” He headed back upstairs with a look of disappointment.

“I guess he got used to me not being around.” Taeyoung said quietly. “Now I feel kinda bad for ruining your fun…”

“No, no, no!” Dasom rushed over to him, gently cupping his cheeks. “Your father and I missed you everyday you were gone. We just got a little taste of what it’ll be like when you get married and move out, and to be honest I didn’t like it one bit. Okay, well maybe a little.”

“Mom, please.” Taeyoung groaned. “He didn’t even hug me. You don’t have to sugarcoat it.”

“Oh, dear, you know how he is.” Dasom stroked his hair. “He’s just not very good at showing affection.”

“Every Valentine’s Day, birthday, and anniversary of yours, he buys you red roses, takes you out to dinner at your favorite restaurant, and spends the night with you at a hotel.” Taeyoung narrowed his eyes. “I get shipped off to Aaron’s house even though Valentine’s Day is literally my birthday.”

Dasom frowned at her son. “Awww, sweetie. I—”

“Jagi?” Jihun called from upstairs. “I accidentally added bubbles instead of draining it.”

Dasom started giggling. “I’ll be right there.” She called up to him. “Why don’t you unpack your bags and have some dinner? There’s some kimbap in the fridge.”

“But, Mom, I kinda wanted to talk about—”

Dasom rushed up the stairs and shut the bedroom door behind her. Taeyoung sighed as he was met with silence once again.

The Forest, the Trees, the Fire I: CATALYST

Chapter 7

chapter 6 was also posted earlier, so go check that one out if you missed it! Authors: @attackradish, @ectolemonades, me. Artist: @/crunchysart

For the full characters list, word count, content warning, and a directory to all the currently available chapters and related content, see the Table of Contents!

full summary: The world outside of Amity Park has learned about the existence of ghosts, and the time for first impressions has arrived. The delicate public consciousness could be disrupted by the slightest ripple. Danny Fenton is being ripped apart from all sides, and when he finally breaks, the ripples will be very big indeed.

warnings: references to racism and classism

words: 2467

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January 16, 2007

Jazz was trying very hard to focus on her dinner and not the growing anxiety around her new syllabi when her phone chimed. She had tried to set a boundary that she would never check her phone during meals and take that important rest period away from herself, but it was the first time it had gone off since Christmas. She couldn't resist!

Tucker Foley: (17:20) dannys missing. havent heard frm him since th 5th

Well. That certainly ruined the mood.

You: (17:20) Crap. R we sure that he's not just busy? 11 days is a lot but he's weird like that from time 2 time

Tucker Foley: (17:22) c thats the thing. hes been MIA a lot recently. several days at a time. but im more worried this time bcuz the portals gone

Oh. Oh, shit, that was new.

You: (17:22) The portal is GONE? How do u kno? What happened?

Tucker Foley: (17:23) whole ectomap is diff. not sure. phone call? i can get us some better communication

Jazz was shaking in her dining hall seat. Danny was gone, with no reliable way of getting between realms? Mom and Dad were alone, in the middle of an anti-ghost government incursion, and with their life's work inactive for whatever reason?

Maybe everything added together in the ways she feared, maybe it didn't. Either way, something terrible was either happening or about to happen. She could already feel the guilt weighing on her for not thinking to go back home before now.

You: (17:25) Maybe. I'm coming over tho.

Jazz managed to clean up her dinner and start heading back to her dorm before Tucker called.

"You're coming, for real?"

"Yeah. Clearly stuff's going on in Amity, and I need to be there for it."

"Yeah, but, like, don't you have classes that you can't miss?"

Jazz double-checked that her roommate wasn't in before continuing. "Tucker, my baby brother is missing, while my parents are working with the group that's getting his existence criminalized across the whole country. Why would that not be worth pushing my degree back a bit?"

"Just feels like a waste of loan money, is all."

Jazz shrugged. "I'll just loot Vlad's house and sell all his Packers merch."

"I imagine the feds already beat you to that. Good luck, though."

At least five outfits and two pairs of pajamas, check. Toiletries, check. "What'd they do with all his money, anyway? Maybe it's still out there and you could wire me some of it."

"Why do you think I can do that? I'm not a comic book character, Jazz, I'm a teen with a piracy hobby."

Jazz hesitated for a moment before packing Bearbert Einstein. "Worth a shot. So, what's been up with you?"

"What's been up with me? Oh, you're chatting. We're chatting. You really must not have any friends of your own."

"Tucker!"

"Sorry, just an observation. I'm sorry. Well. I made a little system people in town can use to plan pro-ghost protests and stuff, but otherwise I've been trying to stay out of it, even though it's been a little lonely."

Jazz hummed. She'd better pack a towel. For all she knew, the extras back home had been sewn into some kind of ectophobic parachute.

"Lola got in trouble at school for defending Phantom in front of the vice principal. Like, she had to stay after school while he checked with the GIW to make sure they didn't have to write her up or anything. Fuck that guy, honestly. So my parents have been on edge, and they don't want me drawing any attention. Lola's eight years old, and pretty fuckin' cute too! If she gets in that kinda trouble, imagine what'll happen if they think me or my parents are pro-ghost."

Jazz cringed. "That really sucks."

"Yeah. I know."

She gave the room another quick once-over to be sure she didn’t miss anything she'd need for the next month or two. "How's Sam?"

"Couldn't tell ya. Her parents were pissed when they found out she was leading all those protests, and they moved away."

"Oh. Haven't you been talking?"

"Not really. What would we talk about, anyway? She's still mad because I wouldn't join her on the front lines. She doesn't get it. If she gets arrested protesting, she gets an embarrassing picture in the newspaper and her parents pay a fine and life goes on. If the same thing happened to me, my future would be ruined, forget that I'm not eighteen yet. Nobody employs a Black kid who has a criminal record before graduating."

"I'm really sorry that's something you have to worry about."

"Whatever. It's Sam! I'm sure she'll figure it out in a couple months and immediately pivot to doing the exact opposite. She never turns down self-sacrifice when it makes her look good."

Jazz gathered up her backpack and duffel by the door. "Wow, sounds like you really haven't been getting along at all lately."

Tucker sighed on the other end of the phone. "Honestly, we never would have been friends if Danny wasn't there. He made it make sense somehow. Not that I don't like hanging out with Sam! She manages to keep up with our humor and stuff. But it's hard when there's nobody there to buffer her. …Or me. Probably shocking to hear this from Too Fine himself, but I know I can be kind of a hassle when I lose my impulse control."

"That's a really intelligent thought, Tucker. Maybe it'll help you build new friendships, if you want."

He scoffed. "You really therapy-talking me at seven PM? You must miss Danny bad."

"Could you give me a sec? I need to write something."

"She's deflecting now!" The line went quiet.

Jazz gathered up her roommate's sticky notes and pen. Sorry, Lin. I'm gonna be gone for a while, at least a week. Family emergency. Not sure when I'll be back, but if you see a ghost who looks like me and she asks for my stuff, let her take it. Thanks!

"'Kay. Anything else to say?"

"Not really. I honestly wasn't expecting a conversation. I guess, um… how have you been?"

"Eh. College. Hey, I'll be back in Amity by… midnight. Make sure it's not up in flames by the time I get there?"

"You're driving now? I knew you got your dad's bad road habits! Please don't fall asleep at the wheel, okay? I'll do my best to keep everything un-up-flamed until you get here."

Jazz clipped the seatbelts over her bags, just to be extra sure they wouldn't fly around. "Of course! I've got my soundtrack. Later, Tucker." She shut off her phone and stuck in her favorite hip-hop CD she kept hidden under the passenger seat. Time for a very reasonable amount of speeding.

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"Huntress!"

Valerie looked down from her latest capture to see the Doctors Fenton, waving their hands like little kids to get her attention. She went down to meet them.

"Yes?"

"We've always been really impressed with your efficiency at dealing with ghosts," said Maddie.

Val thought back to all the times the Fentons had shown up to a ghost sighting already yelling, plotting their every move out loud. Sure, she had better tech nowadays, but she was pretty sure her greatest weapon against ghosts was common sense. "Thank you." Still, not bad to kiss up when it came to making connections. "That means a lot, from professional hunters such as yourselves."

"You may know that we've been working with the Garrison Irving Walker Commission recently," said Jack.

She didn't, but it didn't particularly surprise her.

"Well, we've been wanting to have you come in so we can talk business!"

"And by we," chimed in Maddie, "he means the Commission."

Mentally, Valerie prepped a fake signal to go off on her suit so she had an excuse to leave if she needed. She knew the GIW weren't after her, but she had been sort of avoiding them recently. Just in case. "Business?"

"We're all wondering how you make it look so easy!"

"And how you made that flashy suit!"

"It's not an interrogation or anything, we just want you to share some tricks of the trade if you've got time."

Valerie wasn't sold, so she used a technique she'd picked up when applying for jobs. "I'll have to make some time. Could I contact you later with a schedule?"

"Sure! The FentonWorks phone number—"

"Maybe a GIW number would work better? Since it's set up with them."

"For sure!" Maddie grabbed a business card from her utility belt. "If you just press 0 a bunch, you'll get to the receptionist eventually."

"We look forward to hearing from you!"

===

"What would they do if you said no?" Damon Gray asked. He handed Valerie another soapy plate.

She let the water finish running over the plate before she spoke. "I almost don't want to think about it. I mean, I want to think that they'll just respect my privacy as a fellow ghost fighter, but they didn't really have a lot of reason to look into Mr. Masters, did they? If they're that paranoid, won't they look into me too?"

"Well, let's think about it this way." Damon hung the dishcloth back on the faucet. Nice, sub-ten-minutes dishes! "What's the worst outcome if they do look into you?"

"Well, they find my secret identity."

"And then?"

"And then… they get mad at me for doing vigilante stuff. They arrest me for the property damage I've done in fights, and take my suit away because I'm a kid."

"Is that it? Could be worse. I'm sure the people will be on your side because of how much you've helped the cities before. Will they look into your suit at all?"

"Ooh, yeah, if they can. It's sort of bonded to me right now."

Damon frowned but didn't interrupt.

"They might find out that I'm using tech that came from ghosts. I bet they wouldn't like that."

"They all use ecto-technology stuff too, right? I'm sure they wouldn't mind too much, since you're human."

Valerie didn't respond.

"…Well," said Damon, "I'm gonna go get the mail. Let me kn—"

"What if I wasn't?"

"Sorry?"

"I mean— not that I'm not human! And I'm definitely not a ghost. But what if there were some ghostly things about me?"

"Sweetie, what aren't you telling me?"

Valerie turned away. "…Weird ghostly stuff has been happening to me for a few months and I think it's because of my suit."

"Valerie Gloria Gray!"

"It's not that bad! Like, y'know, sometimes when I'm embarrassed I'll get kinda see-through for a sec. O-or when I want my suit to do something, it does it before I tell it to."

"No, as a matter of fact, I do not know!" Damon sighed. "But I'm glad you're okay."

Valerie nodded.

"I'm going to want to talk about this later, but right now I'm getting the mail. I'll just say this before I go; the GIW is supposed to be protecting humans, right? If they're any good at their job, they won't do anything drastic because you're so human."

"Okay. Yeah."

"Love you."

"Thanks, Dad."

Still… better safe than sorry. Valerie was going to find a phone booth tomorrow and schedule the meeting for Saturday.

===

Danny hated the basement of the Keep. He hated it, even more than he hated the rest of the place. Even when it was updated with shiny black and white stone and glass like the rest of the building, it still felt old and foreboding.

When people called the building a "keep", they usually meant it more metaphorically, or they just didn't know that keeps were short-term military hideouts. Most of the structure was more like a palace, enduring and luxe. The basement, though, was the site of a permanent last stand. It had morphed out of the old throne room and kept all the miasma from before, without most of the deathtraps. It was the heart of the palace, in the way that a fear response starts in the heart and radiates outward.

And here Danny was, trying to open up old wounds.

The Fright Knight's resting place was exactly where it had been before, dutifully beside his old king, even if they were both cursed to sleep forever. It was sort of romantic, almost. Like poetry. If you squinted.

But when Danny took the sword out of the pumpkin, the Fright Knight only had to look around for a few seconds before he kneeled, seemingly having figured out the whole… situation. Not that he had expected any serious loyalty out of the knight after his previous escapades, but that was sort of sad.

It didn't seem like the knight was going to stand up unless Danny said something.

"Um… hey. Hi. You can stand."

He stood.

"You have a lot of military leadership experience, right?"

"Yes, my King."

"Alright. Have you ever dealt with passive defense? Like, not going out and fighting so much as preparing to only defend if necessary?"

"Of course. While it is not a responsibility I've had particularly often, it is something I've studied and practiced."

"Okay. I think the entirety of the Infinite Realms are going to be attacked soon."

The Fright Knight valiantly concealed a look of skepticism.

"Honestly! There are humans with a lot of technology, a lot of brainpower, and an unthinkable amount of hatred. I'm going to be doing all I can to prevent things from getting that bad on the diplomatic side, but... I don't want to ignore any possibilities."

"That's very intelligent, my King. Would you like me to suggest strategies on defense?"

"Yeah! I'd like to talk through any thoughts you have on defense and anything else, if that's okay. You have way more experience than me."

"Understood. Would it be possible to bring me something on which to write? I believe it would make the explanation easier."

"Of course. We can do whatever makes you most comfortable. I'm not planning on putting you back in there any time soon— I mean, unless you do something terrible— so you may as well get cozy."

The pair moved into the library and before too long, talk of a general ghost defense movement turned into full lectures on the possible  ways to handle the humans' anti-ghost shift. Tactic after tactic came back to one thing.

"We will only have negotiating power if you tell the humans that you are prepared to destroy them and mean it."

Danny weighed that thought in his mind for a bit. He turned the idea around, considering its taste. He didn't like it.

"And will you mean it, Phantom?"

"Mm… I think I will."

Cherry blossom, daisy, daffodil, orchid!!

:D!! Thank you so so much for the ask!

cherry-blossom - do you believe in love at first sight?

This one is hard I'm really not sure! As a kid I was like "no of course not you don't even know the person," but nowadays I'm not as sure. Sometimes you talk with someone and just instantly click, you know? I think there is for sure such thing as attraction at first sight, and that can definitely lead to something more. And who knows, maybe the universe/god/fate/whatever else applies has a reason for you to be instantly drawn to them :) That's my take on it anyways

daisy - what’s your best childhood memory?

Ooh this was hard, but one of my favourites was getting my first monster high doll when I was like 8. My friend introduced me to monster high, and I wanted a doll so so so badly. But we were pretty tight on money as a kid, so I never got presents except for christmas and birthday. right.

One random day my mom came home after work with a Bargain Shop bag. And after dinner she gave me this

Swim Class Lagoona. Getting this lagoona doll as a suprise was so so special for me. I literally spent all evening just holding her and admiring her and brushing her hair. I loved her so much and one day I really hope I can replace her :) looking back today I know she was like 15 dollars and a budget doll but at the time none of that mattered. she was just the most special important thing in the world and i love her and my mom so much

daffodil - which colour suits you best?

Ooh I have no idea what like, the actual stylist approved colour is, but I have been told I look good in black, and I like softer muted colours. I used to have one of those chunky knitted sweaters with long sleeves, and it was this dusty purple, and I ADORED it :)

orchid - favourite fruit?

My favourite fruit is green grapes!!! Especially if they are nice and Firm. Do you know that tumblr post about Tight Grapes. That's how it is. And I find the green grapes are sweeter :)

I also really like peaches and blueberries, but more in theory than in practice. Pit fruits are a pain and I'm really not sure of the fuzz. And blueberries are really unreliable bc yknow, so often you cant tell if theyre sour or squishy or whatever. I love peach and blueberry when they are either IN things (jams, pies, cakes, sauces) or just flavoured like them.

Present (Final Rose)

“Hey!” Diana frowned. “Where’s your present, mommy?” Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Have you been a bad girl, mommy?”

Fang smiled indulgently and patted Diana on the head. Naturally, the little girl’s proud spikes remained undaunted. “Relax, kiddo. I’m just getting my present a little bit later.”

“Oh. Okay.” Diana smiled sunnily and lifted her box up to place it against her ear. It would have been trivially easy for her to use her Semblance to see through the wrapping, but she had insisted on keeping its contents hidden from herself. “I wonder what you’ll get. I bet it’s something awesome. Grownups always get cool stuff.”

That was probably because grownups usually bought themselves presents.

“I’m sure it will be amazing,” Lightning drawled. “Exactly what your mommy wanted.” Her eyes gleamed. “After all, she has been a very, very good girl this year.”

The subtext went right over Diana’s head. “Yeah. Mommy even eats her vegetables during dinner.”

Averia, however, had no problems reading the subtext. The older girl rolled her eyes and gave her parents a flat look. “I’m sure her present won’t be too noisy either.”

“It’s probably not a death ray then,” Diana said.

“...” Fang raised one eyebrow. “A death ray?”

“Yeah. Aunt Vanille said you should always make death rays noisy, so people know when they’re about to get zapped. It’s more terrifying that way.”

Fang once again wondered what went through her sister’s mind before realising it was probably better if she didn’t know. Honestly, the only one who could really keep up with the weirdness that was Vanille was Lumina. “Kiddo, I don’t need a death ray for a present. I can kind of do the whole death ray thing myself.”

“Hmm.” Diana nodded sagely. “I guess... but a death ray would still be cool.”

“Diana,” Lightning said. “You would tell me if your aunt gave you a death ray, right?”

“Yeah!” Diana grinned. “Of course, I would. Otherwise, I’d get in trouble for using it.” She turned back to Fang. “What do you think your present will be?”

“I can think of a few things.” Fang gave Lightning a speculative look, which the other woman returned with a smile that promised all sorts of wonderful things. Averia, meanwhile, just gave them another look that spoke volumes about how much she wished she was as oblivious as Diana. Heh. Well, Averia would understand one day.

“Anyway,” Lightning said. “How about you and Averia head up to bed? You can open your presents in the morning.”

“Not at midnight?” Diana asked.

“In the morning,” Lightning insisted.

“Midnight is technically in the morning.”

“In the morning, at a normal time.” Lightning took a sip of her hot chocolate. “Diana, I promise your presents will still be under the tree in the morning. Nothing is going to happen to them.”

“I guess...” Diana picked up Strangles and settled him around her neck. “Come on, Strangles. We should go to sleep now.” She looked about furtively and then placed her scroll on the ground next to the Christmas tree. “Scroll: auto-defence mode.”

The scroll flashed once and then began to float in the air. Fang felt the whisper of high-powered sensors activating.

“What does auto-defence mode do?” Fang asked.

“If anyone tries to sneak in and take our presents, they’ll get zapped.” Diana giggled and then gave Averia a hopeful look. “Carry me?”

“You have legs,” Averia said before scooping Diana up and throwing her over her shoulder like a bag of potatoes. Strangles, of course, maintained his grip on Diana without any problems.

“Hey! I meant like a piggyback!”

“You should have said that then,” Averia said. She nodded at Lightning and Fang. “Good night, mom and mommy. See you in the morning.”

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Fang awakened to Diana clawing at the bedroom door. Probably the only reason she hadn’t already picked the lock was Lightning’s stern warning to always ask for permission before opening the door. Then again, Averia was there, and the older girl had a knack for keeping Diana out of trouble.

“Mommy!” Diana said. “It’s morning! It’s time to open our presents!”

Fang smirked as Lightning stirred. Oh, she’d already opened her present. She’d opened her present all night long and then some...

“You’re making some kind of idiotic pun in your head right now, aren’t you?” Lightning murmured.

“Yep.” Fang savoured the feel of Lightning against her.

“Is it a pun involving sex and presents?”

“Damn straight.” Fang’s smirk widened. “Although last night was technically my present. What about your present?”

“Is your present to me more sex?”

“It might be.”

“I see.” Lightning smiled. “Well, I won’t say no. I have been a very good girl this year too.”

“Hmm...” Fang leaned forward. “I don’t know. If last night was anything to go by, you’ve been a very, very bad girl...”

They kissed all too briefly before Lightning pulled away.

“We should probably go out there, so the kids can open their presents,” Lightning said. “Yeah. If we keep them waiting any longer, Diana might actually kick down the door.” Fang turned and used her Semblance to see through the door. Diana had indeed made a lunge toward the door only for Averia to grab her. “Or... we could open presents with the kids, eat breakfast, and then go back to bed.”

“That works too.”

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Author’s Notes

It’s important to note that Strangles and the animals minions get presents too. As usual, Diana is oblivious about what Lightning and Fang get up to while Averia is not oblivious. Funny how that works out, given Averia’s later obliviousness regarding Elsa.

Day 6: Birthdays in a nutshell

One thing that is blaring on my mind to even type about is holy crap, these headphones have good noise cancellation. I went to an outdoor mall to really test how good these were by comparing and contrasting the aware versus quiet settings. The way that the quiet settings silence the world around you, and really watch the world turn and move like youre in an omiscient point of view. Like being a spectator of a game while the players in the game are not aware that you are there. It quiets the soul as the mind is spent wandering and longingly think about the people, the christmas ornaments, the buildings blasting out advertisments. It is like as the world is your sandbox, any worries and insecurities are left in the back pocket as all you can really do is walk around like an old soul experiencing the same journey only in a different maturity and love they have fostered through the years.

This sort of feeling wouldn't have been brought upon if the music I hadn't played was nostaglic or been aligned to my feelings, and I was more worried about if I was going to be bored of it. In my recent blog, I had talked about my new perspective as I challenged the very beliefs about different genres of music, and to say that it has changed is an understatement. It shaped me for what I am today. Maybe it had to do with a video essayist that I had watched on Youtube, explaining that our society has a short attention span using flashy editing in the videos to hook people in. Maybe there is correlation with the music I have most favored to, pop music, with the need to use it to grab my attention for the long run instead of something slower. Maybe I have just matured and actually care so much about how I feel, the way I act, the way that I self-value myself. Either way, winter break makes me a bit more tired than usual; hibernation is key to fueling me anyways. I'd like to think that pop music fills my inner child, while the calmer side of music heals my soul.

Birthday celebrations in my family goes like this: A happy birthday with a facetime call with a relative from the Philippines as they sing happy birthday to you as you wake up. 2 Birthday cards given to you from their posession signed by the other people in the family. A dinner celebration of the birthday's choice that may not be celebrated on the day of their birthday since one of them had work or the poor timing due to conflicting schedules. And a gift, obviously. Although the gift is barely a surprise, it is always decided or asked.

On my 13th birthday, that was my first time I cried on a birthday, felt the feeling of being alone. On my 14th birthday, I celebrated it with friends at the outdoor mall near my school. On my 17th birthday, my mom sent me a lovely text message, unexpected, but one that made me tear up on the bed. The rest, were just the same format as explained. This time it is my dads birthday were celebrating today, right in the same format. I am fortunate enough to celebrate birthdays even if the birthdays are frugal. Nonetheless, the food is what brings the family together.

I have been blessed with a time slot to write this blog in the car, the sunset and the night sky being dark early allows me to think rather easily. I am starting to look forward to night drives in the freeways as I have found a new genre of music that appeals to the feeling of that. Something along the course of junglecore, ethereal, DnB, drums features that are the same with an upbeat yet calm serenity. Its a beautiful feeling that I once thought would be annoying, but it actually isn't once I've actually tried it out.

Right when I was going to end the blog, everything went really out of course and I did not expect to end the day off with Roblox. I love me some good Roblox here and there, but not really all of the time. I played with the usual along with one person I don't really know plus a good friend of mine in choir. I don't really talk to her outside of choir like for example, in calls, but we are still friends nonetheless. As were playing, I sort of realized that people just seem to not please me with their personalities at times. That not everyone is going to fit right away and that is okay. I'll rekindle that strong friendship that both of us used to have after a fallout that was mostly my fault too be honest, however most of it was out of pure intentions. We had different ideologies on how to fix a problem, but we were both in different wavelengths, I guess. I try not to play into the victim complex a lot and I really try to own up a mistake that I do, but somewhere in the back of my head, I really did it because there was something so wrong that she did that I ended up messing up and not revealing her cards easily. Either way, I don't mind if she hangs out with us at all, in fact, we will welcome her anytime just like now. I just know that maybe, some friendships are not meant to last that long and thats okay, maybe I am just coping because I did miss the friendship we once had, but would I really keep it if I saw her true colors? We both have the same beliefs about anything, although our intentions can differ because we both have different friend groups that differ from our process into getting to the product we both want. Even as I do disagree with a lot of the things that she strides us to, now I even start to challenge and question to what I stand sometimes. I am at a constant battle between myself and the people around me, and I like a good challenge if it is beneficial and healthy. Honestly, I miss having an academic rival in school.

Sometimes, I don't really want to see any of their faces or know of their existence at the moment. Is that wrong? Yea, probably. Avoidance is a great trait I have. Maybe in the future, a guardian angel of some figure can save me from the shackles and educate me on why I feel this way. In fact, I don't want to know them at all. I wish I had not known of them.

What even am I saying, my brain is wired to think negatively rather than what they have done right. My brain can not automatically switch from a negative to a positive brain right away, so maybe I will start by just accepting of how things went in the past. Dwelling on it can ridicule my future anyways, and even as I regress at times, I would tell myself that it was better than yesterday and I am doing fine. They are good people, that is for sure. So please brain, be patient.

Anyways, signing off. I love Miyuki Kazuya.

wed, dec 6 2023

this is my first real journal entry, and i dont think dear diary is fitting to start this. i mean its just tumblr. i started this little blog because i need somewhere to vent, and so here i am. that sounds like my pinned post but its whatever. im not sure why im typing like im talking to someone, so i think i should stop explaining myself.

ive heard its good to write out how you feel, so i think im going to do just that. (im explaining myself again)- today was at first a good day, i woke up relatively early and was able to get ready for school quicker than i do normally- which is a win in my book. i was able to lay in my bed- which i need to wash the sheets of. my dog keeps laying where i sleep, which flares up my bad acne. i cant blame him though, i practically leave my side of the bed in a perfect napping position for him. anyways- i was able to lay down and read a little of this cute story about a single mother and a man in the military being her neighbor! very cute, very cute. then my dad took me and derek around eight o' five, then we got to school, and it was super cold outside. having to stand and wait for the doors to open is not enjoyable- at least i had derek -my cousin- with me. recently ive been a little harsher with him, but i thinks its because ive been a bit on edge with everything as of late. i dont mean to ignore- i think i should start working on that. he already has a lot going on.

continuing, i went to class. first period was tame, i mean nothing too much happened. really essentially a free day. aryeana ? im not sure how to spell her name now that i realize it- but she was there talking with jacob about whatever. sometimes i feel a little outcasted when with them- but i guess thats because im not that much of a conversational person when i cant think of a topic that will be enjoyable for all of us. i mean, i like anime and overwatch- and some more things. all those things they either dont like or make fun of- so theres no middle ground for us to converse on. i mean, only thing i can talk about is boys with ary. but its more so talking about aryeana's endless snaps with multiple guys and shes boasting about it- as well as boasting about her not being able to talk to guys. she is really contradictory. i dont hate or get mad at her though, shes nice to me. and cate is there- she kinda helps me relax. shes just a very nice person and since ive known her for so long i dont feel like i have to be super fake with them.

i think- well i know- my day went downhill when my mom finally replied to my messages. i had texted her about going to cam's surprise birthday dinner on sunday night- and she said yes! but then i asked her about saturday, if i can go shopping with her. i needed to go to barnes and noble to get multiple books that several people wanted for christmas, and maybe the mall to get some other things like candles from bath and body works. but anyways- she then revealed shes not going to be here this saturday- more so this entire weekend.... fun.

i just dont understand how she can just go i mean- i know where shes going- hell the whole family does. its nothing new, but the fact its such a repetitive thing and she always did it around familial times (thanksgiving and now christmas). i really dont get, seriously. and ive come to learn that she goes to some town with a new guy each time. what happened to her being with ron? her last boyfriend- i knew of at least. my nana mentioned she didnt like him because how he treated my mom, so im guessing he was abusive or really shitty. i dont care, and i guess thats a bad thing. i see it as karma now. i use to feel bad, want to console her. but ive lost it. lost that empathy.

anyways, she just makes me so- angry. to the point i can't focus on happier aspects of things because shes simply just so intoxicating with her narcissistic behavior. shes so aware that what she does angers and breaks the family, but she cant find it in herself to realize that its bad. how? im not sure. she didnt have a horrible upbringing nor a traumatic event with my dad. so i cant find a genuine reason behind what she does. its whatever, i keep trying to myself i shouldnt care so much. but i cant help it. it affects my home life, makes me i guess more so depressed? i dont want to self diagnose though. but shes the reason behind my upset outlook for today. hell even started playing class of 2013 by mitski- the lyrics hitting a bit too close to home. so yeah. thats all for now i guess, im not sure how journalling works. i guess ill start learning.

I Hate Christmas (2022)

My first impression is that it’s just the Italian version of the Norwegian series “Home for Christmas” that I’ve previously reviewed. The first episode even has the same title. Either way, I’ll still watch it. I’m gonna be lazy and not color code any names though because it’s hard to include everyone all the time without spoiling things.

1:1 The Big Christmas Lie

Gianna (Pilar Fogliati) is a nurse who has been single for 3 years and, at 30, her family is starting to get worried about her not having a family. Ridiculous, but also so relatable. She lies and tells her family she has a boyfriend and she’ll bring him to Christmas. So now she’s working overtime to find a boyfriend.

1:2 Bicycles

We follow Gianna on several bad dates that don’t work out because mostly these guys suck, but also Gianna does not pull any punches. Which good for her. The music keeps tripping me up a little because it’s American, but it’s also not Christmas music, it’s more like dance club songs but over a landscape of Venice. I know American music is popular around the world, but I don’t really expect EDM as a transition song, ya know? Anyway, so Gianna gives up on meeting guys on the street and tries Tinder (shout out- that’s how my husband and I met!) and goes out with a high school aged dude named Davide (Nicolas Maupas) who, based on the montage that occurred, fucks really well. Might go look up the age of consent in Italy real quick.

1:3 I’m Special

Gianna goes on a date with a local politician (who acts like he hates being famous when he’s not even famous) and runs into her parents and finds out that the politician used to date her mom back in college. Gross. Clearly he has a type. So she ditches him with her parents and goes to the high schooler again. There are some jokes at the top of the episode about making sure he’s legal, so that’s either less or more gross, I can’t decide.

1:4 Perspectives

Gianna fucks things up with the high school boy by making a joke that makes him think she’s trying to get serious. I hate this plot line. It grosses me out so much. Anyway. After pedophilia didn’t work out, Titti (Beatrice Arnera) (her roommate) convinces her to dress nice (slutty) and go to the nurse Christmas party and drink. At the party, she runs into some familiar faces who promptly overstay their welcome in her life. But Umberto (Glen Blackhall) (a doctor from the hospital she works at) is still into her and she still hasn’t realized that. If by the end of this episode, you don’t kinda hate her mother, congratulations for your healthy relationship with your family because that’s the only way her mother could seem like a joke.

1:5 The Party’s Over

So I watched the last two episodes back to back, there might be some bleeding between the two. I’ll do my best. So Gianna had an eventful evening. She baked a cake for Davide only to discover him (with the cake in her hands) swapping spit with a girl his own age. Woof. So then she meets up with her besties (minus Titti who is with a man🍆) Margherita (Fiorenza Pieri), her older sister, and Caterina (Cecilia Bertozzi), the chick who owns the cafe they are drinking in. They get drunk with the guy who works for Caterina (who she has a thing for) named Thomas (Marcos Piacentini). Gianna is super drunk, so Margherita and Thomas walk her home. Gianna also makes an interesting discovery.

1:6 Like a Nativity Scene

This episode does end on a cliff hanger, but season 2 is out in a couple weeks. This episode ends up being a really great family love and acceptance of each other style. Umberto finally shoots his shot, but gets called into the ER before Gianna can respond. Gianna gets really upset she got kicked out (her patient coming off of a lot of drugs had complications) and gets cheered up by Diego (Alan Cappelli Goetz), the deaf custodian, who has secretly been pining after Caterina this whole time. But who comes to dinner at the parents’ house?

I’m gonna take a minute here to compare this to the Norwegian version because I have to get it out somewhere, but then I’ll talk about the season on it’s own. I think the main character in this version is more likable because of her zany fourth wall breaks, but I also think there was tonal change. In Home for Christmas, Johanne felt truly alone when she was lonely. In I Hate Christmas, it felt more like Gianna felt like she was missing out, but her family and friends were all still very close. And that might be to make it more similar to Italian culture, I’m not sure. But I know when shifting something from British to American, the asshole character is often shifted to the idiot character because we Americans don’t think assholes are funny. We do think idiots are funny. I also think this version, I Hate Christmas, did a better job of representing certain audiences that may not get as much screen time, like the suitor who used a wheelchair, Carlo (Marco Rossetti), and Diego being deaf was much better subplot than the clown dude from Home for Christmas that just didn’t speak Norwegian. I think I still related to Home for Christmas more because I’m quiet like Johanne and also I’m way more used to snow than boating and biking everywhere. Although that was really cool to watch.

Okay, now just talking about this season of I Hate Christmas. Christmas felt very commercial in this show. Like, idk why the nativity scene sounded like a show of wealth, but it did. This also felt like Gianna was maturing a lot. Imagine being 30 when you realize other people have problems you might not know about. I also think it’s interesting to have Gianna not stick things out with the rich suitor. Yes, he was intense and pushy, but he was also sweet and thoughtful. I also liked him better than the doctor, but I don’t relate to Gianna much anyway. I also enjoyed the bit about private vs public healthcare in Italy, which isn’t exactly the same as the US because our health system is weird, but a lot of people in the US do have to travel to bigger cities to get better quality care. Like where I live is very medium-small sized city that doesn’t have any major attractions for tourism or shopping or family activities, so it’s hard to attract good medical professionals because there’s not much for them to do besides work, so a lot of people travel 2-3 hours for better medical care. Sometimes they have to for specialized care, but also sometimes they choose to because they’ve had medical procedures botched by local doctors.

I’ve gotten off topic. Anyway, this show isn’t bad even though I feel like I’ve been kinda hard on it. It was weird that the song “edamame” by bbno$ was in every single episode though. I’ll still watch season 2 when it comes out because I want to compare it to Home for Christmas season 2. But maybe I Hate Christmas will last more than 2 seasons! Overall, 3 stars.

Happy mother day

I've decided to give my mom a. All the other day since it's been on my mind. [More than what my brothers can do]

And she talked to me about the last couple of holidays. And if I'm being quite frank, it added more fuel to my anger with my brothers.

Now mind you, I've only really talked about one of my brothers. Since he's the one that has done the most damage. But I have another that isn't all that good, either. The only difference between both of hmthem is that I know about the life of one and the other I absolutely do not know anything about.

Let me explain to you about my mom, here. She loves the idea of family. Like the ones in movies. She loves to get together. Everyone happy. Having a meal. Big thing.

My mom was explaining to me about last year's mothers days, which I remember as well and it made me upset along with her. But last year, my mom has planned that day and told everyone. She made a big dinner and cleaned up the whole house. And not surprisingly everyone bailed out last minute. They can't make it or they're celebrating with someone else. Clearly she was very upset. Christmas last year, my mom always gets 3-4 gifts for everyone equally. Always her thing. I couldn't give her a gift because work was slaving my ass away and situations in my own home I wasn't even able to get anything for anyone. I still felt terrible. Even more so because all she got was one gift from my nephew and said "this is from everyone" and got this small fountain. I can tell she was upset because she poured alot of her time and effort and money to give. [Not to mention, my brothers BM returned all of her gifts back because "not her fave color" or "no space in the house"] un fucking grateful.

Everyone does this. They leave my mom and the 2nd option. Or last or no option at all. They are inconsiderate and so ungrateful. They either come really late or not come at all. They never call my mom just to see how she's doing. Or come visit. Yet they call her to ask her for help even though she is struggling herself. And it passes me off because I see all of this. And so I never ask my mom for help even though she says she'll always have open arms and doors for me. And as much as I know and appreciate it I can never ask her for anything. She's done so much that she should worry about herself.

She told me that she's done making these get together. Done giving gifts. Only gift cards with mieny because that's all they're going to want, anyways. She's not making a meal or anything nor telling them anything for mother's days because why should she?.

Now I have already planned this even before she talked to me but I got her something and planned to visit after work. It's not big but something I know she'll like cause I like it too. I'm also going ro. Uy her a dining table set for her soon since she's been wanting new things for her house. And I can at the very least do that for her. She needs a break. For once. She needs to worry about her self and not us. But I know it's easier said than done.

I hope she likes my gift.

hi there 🤍

i would love any and all pictures of the great christmas baking spree, even if just to crave them more ajenfnskw i’m sure they’ll all be delicious 🫶🏻

it sucks that you couldn’t have your whole family there 🥺 but here’s hoping you’ll be able to do so today! 🤞🏻 basically every year i switch off between my mom and dad’s family for christmas and new years. this year christmas eve and christmas day were supposed to be with my dad’s family but there isn’t a whole lot of ppl in town so we’re just having christmas lunch and we had dinner and gifts with my mom’s family last night. and as for other traditions, we’ve been doing secret santa gifts with my mom’s family the last couple of years and that’s always fun! i’m looking forward to this year’s exchange, but it’ll be on new years bc it’s when we’ll all be here

i’m not by any means a good driver, meaning i need a lot more practice but i’m not bad at it either, but other drivers stress me out too much rip. and it’s also really chaotic to leave my part of town so i try to avoid it if i can ajenrnjs

i’m exactly the same with books, i either read a bunch all close together or don’t read anything for a while. these past few months i’ve been favoring my comfort books / characters and haven’t read anything new 🫣

wait now i feel 🤡 wdym -23°F???? the lowest we’ve gotten here is 23°F and it felt like death AHENRJSIWO (mainly bc houses / places aren’t built for cold weather bc it’s the fucking desert over here). anyway i hope you stay warm and have a lovely time with your family 💖💓💗💕💛

- ☁️

hi 🫶🏻

okay so i completely forgot to take pictures of cookies djshsjs there was a lot going on on top of making a million cookies and pictures sadly did not happen 💔

that sounds like a lot of fun!! do u have anything special u have for christmas lunch/dinner? i hope u enjoy the secret santa exchange 💗🫶🏻

u + me= good drivers that are lowkey bad drivers fjshsjs kinda funny story..our driveway isn’t flat so during the winter when we get snow my mom insists on it backing into our driveway so it’s easier to drive out and i used her car the other day to go exchange gifts with my bsf and when i got back to my house i had to back into my driveway and i was parked so crooked and i almost hit our neighbors mailbox and our garbage cans fjshsjsv

rereading comfort books is the best!! what are some of your all time favorite books?

yes -23°F. it was horrible. we’re lucky that we didn’t get hit with the worst of the snow but the wind chill/super strong wind gusts were obnoxious 🫠 idk how but normally we’re usually some of the first to lose power but we didn’t this time so luckily we were able to have the heat on so it wasn’t unbearable in our house.

i hope you’ve had a good holiday and week 💗🫶🏻

Hello you mrs. traveling iced coffee drinker honey nut cheerio lefty eyebag 😌

How are you this morning? I'm not sure if you guys have left Oklahoma or have already arrived in CA, but I hoped you guys had a safe flight! 😅 hopefully not much troubles during the TSA stuff.

I've read the fic before. I'm really not a big fan of dark Wanda lol I can't see her as evil, even after MoM, I can't see her as the villain. But I like the story! I like how you incorporated the stuff from the movie. Although, I did wonder back then if you were going to make a part 2.

Yeah I'm on wattpad, but not very much. The people I follow haven't posted much. But I found your stories on tumblr. I don't remember how though.

I'll give them a listen. Do you have a favorite album by Glass Animals?

For your questions about my crush, I should really say crushes ahahaha but they are from real life and tiktok. I think I have a tumblr crush too, but I'm not sure yet.

That's cute. I'm like your husband. When I was with my ex wife, I would always sing to her when I bring her breakfast. Or when I'm being silly.

Any big plans for the day when you're in CA?

-CuriousGeorge

Hello corn-punn!

Hahha it's funny that u used ice coffee drinker nickname today.. because this morning it was like 20 degree outside n i ordered cold brew with salted caramel foam . N i was so happy because it was so good.

So we woke up at 4am to get ready but my flight got delayed. It was supposed to be at 8am n it was delayed to 1h40minutes. The Oklahoma airport was surprisingly not that busy. I wrote a bit in flight but then fall asleep for like 20minutes.

Anyway, how r u? Hows ur day today? Sorry for the late reply..it was a very very busy day. Spent time with the family, been talking with the in laws n i finally got some time alone just now.

We got here like 10.40. N we got at my in laws at 1.15. Im so tired right now..

N the weather here is so much warmer but we brought mostly warm clothes, i can only pray it will be cold. I hv vbeen sneezing. I think it's because the extreme difference of the temperature. I was in 15 degree this morning n end up in 70ish sunny weather. N on christmas here it says it will 80 degree.. 😩😫

Haha yeah i got what u meant.. i never see her as villain either but not gonna like, dark wanda / scarlet witch is hot.. 😅🤣 n i love that kind of dark fic that has obsession or stalking or jealousy in it. I like movies like that too.

I dont think i would make pt. 2 for that fic.. i actually have another my own idea and i have 2 more requests of dark fics wanda. So i probably gonna scratch my own. Haha. Or atleast postpone mine for a while.

Ah i see. Im in wattpad too n i havent really update there.

I havent really listen to all their albums but i know some of my favorite songs which i think they r from different albums.

1. Gooey Rework

2. Gooey

3. Youth

4. Your Love (Déjà Vu) and this one inspired me an idea of a fic which i havent write it yet.😅

5. Tangerine (with Arlo Parks)

6. Hazey

Ouh about ur crush... interesting! It gets my attention! 🤭😆 okay, so currently u have a crush with multiple people? Or some of them r past crush?

Alsooooo... u have tumblr crush?? N what do u mean with u r not sure yet? Why? (Sorry for the rows of questions. U dont have to answer it if u dont want to. Didnt meant to cross the line or anything.)

Wow, u sound like a romantic person.. that's adorable.. i would prefer small gestures like that than any jewelry money can buy.. 😊

Since i answered this too late. Im just gonna tell u, how was my day whn i got here.

I bought lunch from the chinesse place near where i used to live before we went to my in laws (we used to live like 5 minutes away driving) then i have been talking n talking with the in laws. We catched up. N we went for dinner with the brothers, nephews,his parents n his mom's husband, one of the family friend also came to see us n joined the dinner. There were 12 of us. We had pizza but i ordered spicy wings and spaghetti meatballs. Was gonna order spumoni ice cream but i forgot.😒🙄 i was craving it.

I bet u r asleep now but feel free to leave me next questions? N i will reply as soon as i can.

Cheerio!

GoChi Winter Event 2022 - Day 3

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Title: Dinner Night Pairing: Goku/Chi-Chi Characters: Goku, Chi-Chi, Gohan, Goten and Misaki (OC) Summary: Chi-Chi is unsure of going out with baby Misaki so soon and the Son family have a Christmas dinner together. Cross-posted on AO3 and FFN

Chi-Chi checked on baby Misaki and fixed her blanket, holding her tighter against her chest. Then she looked up at the three boys in the circle. “I’m still not confident about doing this. She’s so tiny.” “It’s going to be fast, I promise.” Goku assured her and they exchanged glances. “It’s better than going by car in this freezing weather.” “That’s a really good point. Do we still have to go, though? I’d rather stay in tonight.” “Bulma is waiting for us. They are all anxious to meet Misaki.” “I’m sure they will understand if we change our minds in the last minute.” She was almost begging them. “What do you think, Gohan?” “Hmmm…” The fifteen-year old boy folded his arms across his chest and closed his eyes for a moment. “I’m really on the fence here. Both you and mom have very good points.” “That’s not really helping.” “I want to go.” Goten shared his opinion. “I want to see Trunks.” “So we have 2x1. You three can do celebrate with them if you want. I’ll stay here with baby Misaki.” “You’re going to stay here on your own on Christmas’ Eve?” “Yes. Not on my own, though. Misaki will be with me.” “I can stay.” “No, Gohan, I don’t want your night to get ruined because of me.” “Mom, it’s okay. I didn’t feel like going anyway.” “Alright, if that’s what you really want. I can make something for us. It’s not gonna be anything typical from Christmas though. Can you take care of your sister for a while?” “Sure.” The mere thought of eating Chi-Chi’s meal was enough for Goku’s stomach to growl rather loudly. He grinned and turned to Goten, kneeling down to be on his eye level. “Son, why don’t we stay in tonight? I know you miss him, but you can see Trunks another day. I promise I’d take you there.” “But dad…” “This is important to your mother. Your sister is very little yet, so it’s not good for her to be out there in such cold weather.” “But I have a Christmas present for him.” “We have another reason to go to the Capsule Corp in the next days.” The youngest Saiyan glanced at his two-month old baby sister and then to Chi-Chi. “Okay.” **** “I think it’s easily -10ºC outside.” Goku said after he walked in. “I couldn’t get many vegetables unfortunately. There’s only ice out there. Everything is frozen.” “It’s okay, that should do it. Thank you.” “Do you need help with anything? Cut some stuff maybe?” “Ah… yeah, sure. You can cut some carrots and tomatoes.” “I can do that.” He walked behind her to get to the other side of the sink. “Thank you for staying in tonight.” Chi-Chi whispered and then glanced over the counter. “Do you think Goten is upset for not going to Bulma’s party?” “It’s very likely, but he will get over it soon, once he gets his present.” “I hope so.” She bit her lower lip. “Either way, I should go talk to him. I can tell he’s been feeling left out since Misaki arrived.” “Well, he used to be the youngest one and now things changed.” “That’s true. But still, I don’t want him to think I don’t love him anymore or any less because of his sister.” “I’m sure he knows that deep down.” “Yeah.” “Oh no.” Goku grabbed her forearm softly. “Are you crying?” “I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” Chi-Chi let go of the knife and covered her face with her hands. “I feel so bad for him. I’m a terrible mother.” “Don’t say that, you’re an amazing mother. You did a wonderful job bringing our sons up. They are good boys because of you.” “Goku.” She looked at him and blinked a few times before drying her tears. “Thank you.” “You’re…” “Mommy?” Little Goten tugged on her pants and they looked down at him. “What is it, son?” Chi-Chi knelt down, so she could be on his eye level. “Do you need anything?” “Are you crying?” “No, sweetheart.” She shook her head and smiled warmly at him. Then she stretched her arms and picked him up, standing up again. “Everything is okay.” “Hey, Goten.” Goku’s voice echoed and the boy looked over his shoulder, grinning as wide as he could towards him. “Mommy and daddy are making dinner. How about you help us?” “Goku, I really don’t think it’s…” “Can I really?” He looked at Chi-Chi looking for approval, but he could barely hold his excitement. “I suppose it’s okay.” She placed him on the counter. “As long as you don’t touch any knifes or other things that can get yourself hurt or cut you. I know how you can be very curious sometimes.” “Okay!” He said cheerfully. “Do you want some carrot?” She offered him a small piece of the vegetable and Goten quickly grabbed it, shoving it into his mouth. “Can I have another one?” “Yes!” “Here you go.” She gave him another piece and he looked at Goku, swinging his little legs back and forth. “How do you say it again?” “Thank you, mom.” “You’re welcome, darling.” “Goten, daddy needs to cut some tomatoes. Do you want to help me?” “Sure!” “Don’t let him get near a knife, Goku.” “Don’t worry, I’ll watch him the whole time.” He picked the boy up and placed him near where he was. “Meat! Can I eat some?” “You’re definitely a Saiyan.” Goku couldn’t help but laugh. “Huh?” “Not yet, Goten. It’s raw, we need to cook it first.” “Ah.” He seemed to be disappointed, but kept on swinging his legs happily. “You don’t have to wait much longer, sweetie.” Chi-Chi came with a themed plastic glass with grape juice and handed it to him. “In the meantime, you can drink this.” “Thanks, mommy.” “Wow, Chi-Chi, this is one of the best meals made by you that I’ve ever had.” Goku leaned back on his chair and threw his head backwards, rubbing his stomach. “People can try, but no one else cooks like you.” “Thank you, Goku. That means a lot, considering we did it in the last minute. I don’t take the entire credit though. Each one of us helped a little tonight. So I want to thank you all.” “You’re welcome, mom.” Gohan replied beside Goten. “I also want to apologize for not having enough time to prepare a dessert.” “Hey.” Goku rubbed her arm softly. “We didn’t plan on staying in tonight. You did your best with what you had.” “I know, but you know me.” Chi-Chi looked at him. “I like getting the whole thing done.” “I do know it. But hey…” He looked around. “We’ve got fruit. Yummy and healthy. It’s perfect.” “You’re out of this world, you know that?” “Quite literally.” He laughed it off. “My favorite outer space human.” She touched his forehead with hers briefly. “But I don’t think we have enough fruit for everyone.” “It’s okay, I can get some.” Gohan pushed his chair away and stood up. “I can do it, Gohan. You don’t have to worry.” “It’s very cold outside, mom.” “Actually, why don’t you let me take care of Misaki and Goten while you go get more fruit?” “You want to take care of them on your own?” Chi-Chi raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Of course! It’s just for a few minutes, I can totally do it.” “Alright then.” She stood up. “Gohan, I want to go too.” Goten jumped on his big brother. “Goten, it’s really cold for you to go outside at this time.” “I can handle it.” He insisted. “I’m also a… Sai… Sai… what does daddy say again?” “A Saiyan.” Goku said, clearly enjoying the situation with his little replica. “That’s right, you are. And a strong one.” “Yes! I can help you.” “Okay, okay.” Chi-Chi gave in. “But you need to put on very warm clothes first.” “Got it.” “Come on, I’ll help you.” Gohan teleported to the second floor, to their bedroom. They arrived just in time as her voice echoed around the house. “I said no teleporting inside the house!” **** “The snow is really dense. I can barely walk on it.” Chi-Chi tried to reach the orchard area of the house. “Come on.” Gohan stretched his hand towards her while holding Goten’s leg over his shoulder and she took it immediately. “Uh… mom?” “Yeah?” “What happens if the fruits are frozen and we won’t be able to eat them?” “I guess I didn’t think about it. If they are frozen, we won’t be able to eat them. I’m sorry for making you two come out here for nothing.” “It’s okay, mom.” Gohan turned around to go back inside. “Son, can we talk for a moment?” Chi-Chi held his forearm and looked at him with pleading eyes. “Sure.” “I never really asked you how you feel about Misaki and having a sister.” “How do I feel about it?” “Yeah. I’d like to know your feelings about it.” “I feel good about it. It’s good to have another girl in the house, for a change. There’s been only one until a few months ago.” “That’s true. But this isn’t about me, I wanted to make sure you weren’t feeling left out. And also to let you know neither me nor your father love you any less because of her.” “I know, mom.” He smiled reassuringly to her. “Good.” She fixed the collar of his jacket and looked into his black eyes. “I’d also like you to know that you can come talk to me about anything, okay? Anything at all.” “Thank you.” He put his arm around her and she buried her face on his jacket, leaving wet stains on it. Gohan rubbed her back until she stopped crying and sobbing. **** “Goten and Misaki finally fell asleep.” Goku walked into the living room, only to find Chi-Chi filling some socks that were hanging on the fireplace with candies and small gifts. There was a soft and warm smile on her lips as she thought about how excited Goten gets during Christmas time. She could barely wait until Misaki was old enough to understand things. “What are you doing?” “I’m stuffing things in these socks so the kids can find them tomorrow.” “That’s really cool.” He grinned. “Do adults get one too?” “You want one?” “Yes! I mean, if I can have it.” “Sure, of course you can have it.” Chi-Chi looked at him and smiled. “In fact, I was already filling one up for you.” “You were?!” “Of course. We’re all children at heart.” She said in a warm tone and resumed her task. “Everyone in this house deserves a sock on Christmas.” “Can I get mine now?” “No, Goku. I’m sorry, you’re gonna have to wait until tomorrow like everyone else.” “Ah, that’s not…” He saw her disapproval look and immediately became quiet. “Alright.” “However, I got something for you. I was going to wait until tomorrow, but it’s guess it’s okay to give it to you tonight.” “That sound exciting! What’s it?” “It’s in our bedroom.” “Chi-Chi, isn’t it…” He couldn’t help but glance down her body. “No!” Chi-Chi blushed heavily and screamed. “I’ve hidden it in our wardrobe. I’m done here, so we can go to bed now and I’ll give it to you.” “That sounds great.” “Let’s go then.” Goku was getting a little impatient with Chi-Chi doing other things like setting the bed up. He was dying to know what she had bought him. “Chi-Chi, did you forget about my gift?” “Oh, that’s right.” She looked at him and pressed her palm against her forehead. “I completely forget it. I’m sorry. I’ll get it now.” She walked to their wardrobe and grabbed a small box from the top shelf. Then she held it tightly in her hands and lied down on the bed beside him. She handed him the box couldn’t help but smile seeing his puzzled expression. “Here it is. Open it.” “Okay.” His suspicious look remained on his face until he opened his gift. It immediately changed to a happiness one and he didn’t even bother holding how he was feeling in. “A brand new pair of blue wristband!” “It’s something very simple, but I hope you enjoy it.” “Are you kidding me? This is great!” He said cheerfully and hugged her tight. “I love getting fighting accessories.” “I know.” Chi-Chi smiled warmly. “Thank you so much! I loved it! I can’t wait to show them to the boys tomorrow. Vegeta is going to freak out!” “I’m glad you really liked it.” “It’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten.” Goku put them back into the box and put it away on the chest of drawers behind him. “Did you choose them yourself?” “I did.” She nodded her head. “Actually, I didn’t really choose them, I designed them.” “What?!” “I made them on my own a few days ago, while you were away training.” “Chi-Chi.” “I don’t know why you seem so impressed. You know I’ve been designing fighting clothes for both you and Gohan for a few years now.” “I know, but wristbands too? They seem harder to be designed.” “Not really, to be honest. I thought they were going to, but they were actually quite easy. I made a pair of Gohan too, a red one. And I think it’s time Goten gets one too.” “Goten too?” He blinked in surprise. “Does that mean you…” “I think it’s time he starts learning to fight. The basics, he’s still too little to get into intense training.” “That’s okay, as long as he gets to learn it. But I thought you wouldn’t want him to train, like you did with Gohan.” “Well, I still think education is the way to go, but I think we can find a balance between it and fighting. It was actually my idea. I had suggested it to Gohan a few months after Goten was born. We were supposed to do it together, but the plans changed a little I guess.” “You were going to train him with Gohan?” “With everything that happened with Cell and you being gone, I thought it wouldn’t hurt. He could help protect the Earth if needed.” “We can still train them together. I’m sure he’d love to know his mother was once a fighter too.” “And I don’t mean to brag, but a very good one.” “I have absolutely no doubt about it.” Goku grinned. “This is exciting.” “We’ll talk more about it soon. For now I just want to sleep and rest before Misaki wakes up in the middle of the night, hungry.” “That’s a very good idea.” He pulled her towards him and wrapped his arms around her. It didn’t take long for them to fall asleep.