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konpeitochodai · 2 months

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ how i think fratboy! satoru is, coming from a sorority girl little; smut, hook-up, minors dni, dui, 2.4k, unedited

out of everything to look forward to, syllabus week may be number one when it comes to college, however to you it was a sensory overload.

alpha chi’s house at this point was filled with a sea of bodies, hot bodies, all swept away in the same wave of freedom and cheap beer.

the air was thick, with that unique brand of pre-game energy that only a red Solo cup can navigate through, and the bass from the self proclaimed dj in the frat, was so loud that you could feel it making your ribcage shake to its rhythm.

even though you felt a headache coming on, from the amount of pregame shots, white claws, and literally every other drink offered to you during the tailgate, you refused to lean against the wall, as they were practically sweating—with every surface sticky with a sheen of spilled drinks and the ghosts of a thousand parties in the past.

slipping away from the thumping chaos of the party, you sought refuge in the frat's kitchen—a sanctuary of sorts. leaning against the cool expanse of the counter, you took a moment to breathe, to really see the crowd for the first time. and there he was, weaving through the sea of bodies with an ease that made it seem like they parted for him alone—gojo satoru. his approach was almost cinematic, the kitchen light catching the bold declaration on his shirt, "i totally don’t dig Kappa Alpha Psi girls," the white lie he decided to choose to go along with for this night’s party theme.

gojo closed the distance between the two of you with a shit-eating smirk on his face. "what sorority are you from?" he asked, a question that hung in the air, almost rhetorical, because the glint in his eye suggested he already knew. your chuckle bubbled up, light and almost disbelieving, "are you seriously asking that?" the words tumbled out as you took a sip from your Solo cup, the red plastic a stark contrast to the moment, as you look him up and down—specifically at the sorority he has displayed on his shirt.

placing the cup back on the counter, you turned, arms crossed, looking up at him making direct eye contact—causing his smirk to deepen.

“i saw you on emi’s story," he admitted, causing you to wonder which photo specifically he was talking about. but from the way he was looking at you, you could tell it was the one before the tailgate, where both you and emi took a mirror selfie together. and with the way you were posed, it revealed that your skirt may have been way too short with the way it rides up you. but before you have the chance to talk he mentions her again, “i was talking to emi, asking where’d you be but i found you!”

“you were looking for me?” you toss back.

and his grin lights up, although it may be the beer in his system, “the party’s getting kind of dry,” he starts, “i gotta go get some beers.”

his invite is low-key, just a nod to the door leading out of the kitchen. "you wanna come?"

you volley back with a smirk, "sure you're good to drive?" he’s quick with a grin, "yeah, the liquor store's just down the block, unless you prefer walking.” he teases. you shake your head, passing on the walk, tagging along to his ride instead.

he follows you on the way out, and as the two of you walk you feel his arm slither over your shoulder, steering you both through the night's chill—bringing you close to his side as you guys walk to the street.

as you two walked side by side, you tossed out, “how’d you know i’d be here with emi?”

but the outside air for some reason hits you harder than you expect, and you feel as though the world is spinning just a tad faster than usual, your senses dulled by the warm buzz of alcohol that makes everything feel like you're underwater. gojo’s voice cuts through, "actually, I was checking your location on snap," and it feels like it should mean something, should elicit a reaction, but your brain is too soaked in booze to unravel it.

you nod, the motion a bit too enthusiastic, almost signaling him in the moment prompting him to lean in, looking at you concerned. "you feeling okay?" he asks, and you can tell he's looking at you, really seeing you.

"yeah," you manage to say, a hand going to your forehead as if to quiet the thumping bass line of your headache. "but I think my head is just pounding from the music."

“we should get into the car," and you know there's more to that sentence, but the thought of moving too quickly seems like a recipe for disaster.

the car ride is a blur, details smeared like wet ink on paper. you remember the rush of cool air, gojo’s hand reaching out to roll down the window, a concession to your queasy stomach with the AC turned off. the world outside moves in smudges and streaks of light, barely making out what’s happening outside through half-lidded eyes.

when the car halts, there's a gentle lurch that has your brows knitting together—causing a spike of pain to surge through your head.

"just stay in the car, i’ll be right back," he tells you, hearing him close his door and beep the car lock.

true to his word, it's not long before you hear the trunk pop open, and the clinking of beer bottles as they settle into their new space. gojo reappears by your side, his presence comforting you without even trying. "hey, can you open your eyes for me?" he asks, the concern in his voice almost tangible. "i have some tylenol and water for you.”

you hold out your hand for the pills, and take them immediately, to which he quickly opens the water bottle and helps you drink the water.

“good girl” you hear him say after you pull back from the bottle. but you don’t process what he says until after he puts that car into reverse.

his arm stretched out, draping against the back of your seat, as he looked over his shoulder to reverse. he turned on his carplay this time, and of course, like any other guy you’ve been with at a frat, he’s playing brent faiyaz. the song WY@ fills the silence of the car, and he stays uncharacteristically quiet, but you’re just assuming it’s because he’s being considerate of your headache.

rolling up near the frat house, the party’s still more lively than ever, but the parking situation's a whole other story. gojo’s scanning the curb, his expression a mix of 'are you kidding me' and 'of course this would happen.' "what the fuck…” he curses under his breath, “there's no parking," he says, and it's almost funny, except not, because walking in heels is no joke. "my bad, we might have to walk a bit," he admits, with this half-grin that's all charm and no apology as he glides past the house to a spot that's definitely not close. and you remember that gojo satoru is indeed a frat boy, but you didn’t mind amusing him.

as he parks, he only turns off his engine, allowing for his carplay to still play. again, the song that’s playing is another one you know all too well, coming down by the weekend, but you have to admit that although his music taste is frat-like, he does have the better of it.

“do you want to stay in the car for a bit?” he asks you, already making himself comfortable in the car by taking his seat belt off and reclining his chair back a bit.

“yeah, sure.”

“your head feeling better?”

“yeah.”

it goes on back and forth with small talk for a little bit, until he finally leans in to kiss you. it began off slowly, as his hand trailed up, to the back of your neck to further deepen the kiss. you allow yourself to ease into the kiss, allowing him to take the lead. he leans back further on his seat, slightly opening his mouth, allowing you more access slipping his tongue into yours—making you reach for him over the console, to which his free hand slithers behind you, making you crawl over and sit on his lap.

his lips are bitter, unlike the sweet syrupy drinks you’ve had at the party. making him even more enticing than he already is.

“satoru,” you gasp as a large hand comes up to grope your breast. gentle fingers rubbing against them. he hums at the sound of his name escaping your lips, as he squeezes them tighter.

“get in the back seat,” he tells you, unlocking the door beside him with one hand. you nod your head, and he catches your lips again with his own, carefully guiding you out of the car and into the backseat.

“just lay down okay,” he instructs.

“okay.” you scoot yourself back in the car, laying down slightly against the other side’s doors.

“your skirt is way too short.”

“you like the view don’t you?”

“yeah.”

he gets down onto the floor, pushing your legs slightly apart. he teasingly runs his hands up your thigh, stopping suddenly, making you whine just a little.

“is it okay if i eat you out?” he asks you, and you nod your head in agreement, not wanting him to know how badly you wanted him to. ravenously, without any hesitation, he slides your thong off from under you.

“fuck,” he breathes a chuckle, looking at the slick covering your cunt, “i’m gonna have fun with this.”

a million thoughts are running through your head, but you can’t keep a steady focus as moans spill from your lips as he begins to eat you out.

his mouth is hot against your pussy, licking up the length, and sucking on your clit.

“you like it like this, right?” he asks, pulling away, using his fingers circling your clit in slow, coordinated motions. legs shaking, you nod, but it feels like he already knows that like he already knows your body after playing with it for weeks on end. you can feel your lower abdomen tighten and he could tell too, sliding two of his fingers in to hit your sweet spot.

“cum in my mouth please,” he teasingly begs, looking up at you with his blue eyes as he laps around you.

you couldn’t stop the moans falling out of your mouths as you reached your climax. riding out your orgasm against his tongue, he was quick to slurp up all of your juices, taking extra care to make sure you were clean—giving you a final kiss against your cunt.

time stood still for you, as you watched him as he took off his shirt, looking at him in awe with the way the small bits of moonlight look, cascading onto his body. maybe it was the alcohol, but you were at a loss for words right now.

he smirked at the expression on your face, leaning in to give you a peck on your lips, “i’m gonna slide my dick in now,” he mutters.

breaking the silence, and your dazed state, with his use of the most chivalrous words. you kept your legs spread open, watching as he rubbed the bits of precum over his length, sliding on a condom he pulled from his back pocket.

he teases you, letting only his tip inside of your cunt, sliding it out rubbing your slick up and down on your lips.

“please…” you moan, as he continues to tease your cunt.

“please what?”

you almost roll your eyes at him, but in desperation, you whined, “please fuck me satoru.”

causing his smirk to deepen, slowly sliding his cock through your wet folds. you shudder at his overall length, with your back arch against the patent leather seats as he gave you no time to adjust, thrusting hastily into your hot cunt.

“you’re so tight…” he breathes, he reaches an arm underneath your thigh—gripping it to spread you open more, but to his luck, you become tighter around his length.

“fuck…” he groans, going slower in bigger thrusts, “i wanna be nasty.” he manages out in between heavy breaths.

“i wanna be real nasty baby,” he repeats himself.

you try to make out a “what” through his pace, but end up looking up at him with furrowed brows.

“i wanna cum in your mouth and mix my cum with yours,” he hastily says, giving you no time to process until he starts thrusting into you harder again.

your head is a mess, and the only thing you're able to do is moan and say his name. he pulls out of you, not letting himself feel your orgasm for the second time, pumping his cock in his fist.

you look up even with almost pleading eyes, as thick ribbons of cum fall against your tongue. and in an instance, he leans down again, feverishly kissing you, having your tongues intermingle with one another.

“you’re so hot,” he mutters, “so hot.”

suddenly, the shrill of his phone ringing interrupts,

“fuck,” he groans, pulling away from you, looking over at his phone in annoyance, “who the hell’s calling?”

as soon as he picked up the phone, you could tell from the other line that he was furious for some reason. as the other end of the line continued, gojo’s hand absentmindedly brushed up, fingers gliding through his hair to sweep away the strands matted to his forehead with a sheen of sweat.

"yeah, okay” he uttered nonchalantly.

“who was it?” you asked, sitting beside him on your knees.

“check your phone.” to which you looked at him puzzlingly. reaching over to the passenger seat, you picked up your phone, to see the hundreds of calls you got from emi, with her calling again.

with your phone buzzing, you're already crafting your apology, the words spinning out like you're unraveling a spool. "sorry, emi," you start, voice threaded with sincerity but light like you're not about to let this hiccup ruin the night. you explain the ride situation, promising to be back at the sorority before 11 am. gojo couldn’t help but let out a snort that's more amusement than derision. his lips press a fleeting kiss to your cheek—half teasing, half tender. you lean into him, with his arm over your shoulder as his hand rubs against your arm in a pity attempt of sympathy in the moment…

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zapreportsblog · 11 months

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Her Firsts

➥ summary: A headcanon of all of Mr and Mrs Morales first with their daughter

➥ pure fluff, slight angst towards the end

➥ one shot

The Birthing Process :

The room was hushed as Rio, her face flushed with anticipation, lay on the hospital bed, surrounded by medical professionals. Jefferson, her husband, stood by her side, his hand clasped tightly in hers. The air crackled with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as they waited for their first child to make her grand entrance into the world.

Rio's heart raced with a combination of joy and apprehension. She had dreamt of this moment for so long, imagining what their child would look like, how she would grow, and the adventures they would experience together as a family. As the contractions intensified, Rio held onto Jefferson's hand, finding solace in his unwavering support.

The medical staff worked diligently, guiding Rio through the stages of labor. Her breathing became rhythmic, the pain mingled with determination. In that moment, she felt the indescribable strength of motherhood coursing through her veins.

Hours passed, and finally, with a final push, a cry filled the room. Time seemed to stand still as the cries of their newborn daughter filled the air, echoing the joy that surged through their hearts. The nurses gently placed the tiny bundle of joy in Rio's arms, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

Jefferson leaned in, his voice filled with awe. "She's perfect, Rio. Our beautiful daughter," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

Rio's gaze never left their daughter's face as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Our little miracle," she murmured, her voice filled with overwhelming love. She traced a finger along the baby's tiny features, memorizing every detail.

As the minutes turned into hours, the couple marveled at their daughter, feeling a profound sense of wonder and gratitude. They counted her fingers and toes, whispered loving words into her tiny ears, and held her close, promising to protect and nurture her with every fiber of their beings.

Overwhelmed by a surge of emotions, Rio looked at Jefferson, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "She's the most precious gift, Jefferson. Our lives will never be the same," she said, her voice trembling with both exhaustion and joy.

Jefferson nodded, his voice filled with adoration. "We're going to give her the world, Rio. She will know nothing but love and happiness," he declared, his voice laced with determination.

As they basked in the presence of their newborn daughter, the room filled with a sense of peace and contentment. Their hearts swelled with a love that was both fierce and tender, a love that would guide them through the joys and challenges of parenthood.

In that moment, as Rio and Jefferson gazed at their daughter's peaceful face, they knew that this tiny bundle of life would forever change them. She was a symbol of their love, a reminder of the miracles that can occur when two hearts beat as one.

•••

The First Words :

Time flew by in the Morales household, and (Y/n) continued to grow into a spirited and inquisitive child. Her parents, Rio and Jefferson, marveled at her development, eagerly awaiting the day when she would utter her first words.

As (Y/n) ventured further into the world of language, her parents showered her with love and encouragement. They read her books, sang her nursery rhymes, and engaged in conversations filled with patience and enthusiasm. They knew that every interaction was a stepping stone towards her first words.

One sunny morning, (Y/n) sat at the kitchen table, her eyes bright with anticipation. She watched her parents intently as they prepared breakfast, eager to join in the conversations that filled the room. Her small hands gripped the edge of her high chair, her face animated with anticipation.

With a twinkle in her eye, (Y/n) suddenly pointed at the cereal box on the table and exclaimed, "Cereal!"

Rio froze for a moment, her heart soaring with pride and joy. She exchanged a quick glance with Jefferson, both of them overcome with emotion. Tears welled up in Rio's eyes as she rushed over to (Y/n), engulfing her in a tight embrace. "My clever girl! You said your first word!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with elation.

Jefferson couldn't contain his excitement either. He beamed at his daughter, his voice filled with awe. "Cereal! Well done, (Y/n)! You're growing up so fast," he said, his voice brimming with pride.

From that moment on, (Y/n)'s world opened up in a whole new way. Words became her gateway to understanding and expressing herself. She eagerly absorbed new vocabulary, mimicking the sounds and intonations she heard from her parents and the world around her.

Rio and Jefferson rejoiced in their daughter's linguistic progress, creating a safe and nurturing environment for her to explore her newfound abilities. They engaged in conversations with (Y/n), encouraging her to express her thoughts and feelings. Each day brought new words, and with them, a deeper connection between parent and child.

As (Y/n) grew older, her vocabulary expanded, and her ability to communicate flourished. She discovered the power of words, using them to express her needs, share her joys and sorrows, and form connections with others. Her parents beamed with pride, knowing that they had played a crucial role in nurturing her language development.

With every milestone (Y/n) reached, Rio and Jefferson celebrated her growth. They treasured the beauty and wonder of her first words, knowing that it was just the beginning of a lifetime of communication and discovery. Together, as a family, they embarked on a journey filled with love, laughter, and the magic of language.

•••

The First Steps :

The Morales household was filled with an air of anticipation and excitement as (Y/n) continued to grow and reach new milestones. Rio and Jefferson watched their daughter with a mix of pride and wonder, eagerly awaiting the day when she would take her first steps.

(Y/n) had become more mobile, crawling around the house with a sense of determination. She was always exploring, her tiny hands reaching out to touch everything within her reach. Rio and Jefferson encouraged her, providing a safe environment for her to develop her motor skills.

One sunny afternoon, the living room was filled with toys and laughter as (Y/n) played on the soft rug. Rio and Jefferson sat on the couch, their eyes never straying too far from their daughter's every move. They knew that her first steps were imminent.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, (Y/n) pulled herself up, gripping the edge of the coffee table for support. Her parents held their breath, their hearts pounding with excitement. Slowly but surely, (Y/n) released her grip and took a wobbly step forward.

Rio's eyes widened, a smile spreading across her face. "Look, Jefferson! She's doing it!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with elation.

Jefferson's heart swelled with pride as he watched his daughter take her first independent steps. "That's my girl! Well done, (Y/n)!" he cheered, his voice brimming with joy.

With newfound confidence, (Y/n) continued to navigate the room, her steps growing steadier with each attempt. She laughed with glee, her eyes shining with triumph. Her parents clapped and cheered, their applause filling the room with pride and love.

As (Y/n) explored her newfound ability, Rio and Jefferson provided a safe and supportive environment. They cleared the path, removing any obstacles that could hinder her progress. Their love and encouragement fueled her determination, motivating her to take more steps and explore the world around her.

Every day brought new adventures for (Y/n) as she toddled around the house, her parents always by her side, ready to lend a hand or catch her if she stumbled. The simple act of walking became a source of joy and celebration for the entire family.

Rio and Jefferson cherished these precious moments, knowing that their daughter's first steps marked the beginning of a lifetime of discovery and independence. They captured the memories with photographs and videos, documenting every milestone, knowing that they would look back on these early moments with nostalgia and pride.

As (Y/n) grew more confident in her walking abilities, her world expanded. She explored the garden, took her first steps on the sand at the beach, and ventured out into the world, always with the unwavering support and love of her parents.

In the Morales household, the first steps of (Y/n) were celebrated as a testament to her determination and the unwavering love of her parents. They knew that this was just the beginning of a lifetime filled with adventures, challenges, and immeasurable joy.

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The First Tooth :

In the Morales household, a sense of excitement filled the air as (Y/n) continued to grow and experience new milestones. Rio and Jefferson watched their daughter with a mix of anticipation and concern as she embarked on the teething journey.

(Y/n) had always been a happy and content baby, but recently, she had become increasingly fussy and irritable. Her gums were swollen and tender, a clear indication that her first tooth was on its way. Rio and Jefferson did their best to soothe her discomfort, providing teething toys and cold washcloths to gnaw on.

One sunny afternoon, (Y/n) sat in her high chair, chewing on a teething ring while Rio prepared her pureed vegetables. Suddenly, a glimmer of white caught Rio's attention. She leaned in closer, her heart skipping a beat.

"Jefferson! Look!" Rio exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.

Jefferson rushed over, his eyes widening as he saw a tiny white tooth peeking through (Y/n)'s gumline. A surge of joy and pride washed over him. "Our little girl is getting her first tooth!" he exclaimed, his voice brimming with delight.

They both marveled at the tiny tooth, admiring the delicate pearl-like structure. Rio carefully touched the tooth with her finger, eliciting a giggle from (Y/n). "Look at that, sweetheart. You're growing up so fast," she whispered, her voice filled with love.

Over the next few days, (Y/n)'s teething journey continued. She would gnaw on anything within her reach, seeking relief from the discomfort. Rio and Jefferson tirelessly provided comfort and support, rubbing her gums with teething gel and singing soothing lullabies.

One evening, as Rio cradled (Y/n) in her arms, she noticed a second tiny tooth emerging beside the first. Her heart swelled with pride and wonder. "You're getting another tooth, my darling," she murmured, her voice laced with affection.

Jefferson joined them, his face lighting up with joy as he saw the second tooth. "Look at our beautiful girl, Rio. She's growing into such a strong and healthy child," he said, his voice filled with adoration.

As (Y/n) continued to teethe, her parents remained vigilant, providing love, comfort, and gentle care. They celebrated each milestone, each tiny tooth, knowing that it was a sign of their daughter's growth and development.

In the Morales household, the arrival of (Y/n)'s first tooth marked another cherished milestone in her journey. Rio and Jefferson treasured these moments, knowing that they were witnessing the miraculous transformation of their baby into a confident and curious little person.

•••

The First Day Of School :

In the Morales household, the day had finally arrived for (Y/n) to embark on a new adventure - her first day of pre-K. Rio and Jefferson watched their daughter with a mix of pride and a touch of nostalgia as they prepared her for this significant milestone.

(Y/n) stood in front of the mirror, her small hands adjusting the straps of her tiny backpack. Her face lit up with excitement and a hint of nervousness as she prepared to step into the world of education. Rio knelt down beside her, a warm smile on her face.

"Are you ready for your first day of pre-K, sweetheart?" Rio asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

(Y/n) nodded, her eyes shining with determination. "I'm ready, Mama!" she exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement.

Jefferson entered the room, his face beaming with pride. "You're going to have so much fun, (Y/n). We're so proud of you," he said, his voice filled with love.

Together, the family made their way to the pre-K center. As they entered the bustling classroom, (Y/n)'s eyes widened with awe. The room was filled with colorful decorations, toys, and friendly faces. Rio and Jefferson accompanied their daughter to her assigned seat, helping her settle in.

As the bell rang and the other children started to arrive, (Y/n) watched with curiosity. She observed her classmates interacting, their laughter filling the room. It was a new and exciting world for her, filled with endless possibilities.

The teacher, Ms. Anderson, introduced herself to the class, her warm smile putting everyone at ease. She encouraged the children to participate in various activities, fostering an environment of creativity and exploration. (Y/n) eagerly joined in, her eyes alight with enthusiasm.

Throughout the day, (Y/n) engaged in various learning experiences, from storytime to drawing and playing with blocks. She made new friends, her laughter and joy blending seamlessly with that of her classmates. Rio and Jefferson watched from a distance, their hearts filled with pride and a touch of bittersweetness.

At the end of the day, (Y/n) walked out of the pre-K center hand in hand with her parents. Her face was flushed with excitement as she recounted her adventures. She chatted animatedly, her words flowing with the eagerness of a young learner.

Rio and Jefferson listened intently, their hearts swelling with love and admiration for their daughter. They knew that this was just the beginning of her educational journey, and they were filled with hope for the bright future that lay ahead.

As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, (Y/n) continued to thrive in her pre-K class. She soaked up knowledge like a sponge, eagerly exploring new concepts and forming lasting friendships. Rio and Jefferson cherished every moment, knowing that their daughter's early years would shape the person she would become.

In the Morales household, the first day of pre-K marked a significant milestone for (Y/n). Rio and Jefferson embraced this new chapter, supporting their daughter's educational journey with love, encouragement, and unwavering belief in her abilities.

•••

The First Crush :

In the Shelby household, an air of innocence and newfound excitement enveloped the atmosphere as (Y/n) continued to grow and experience the wonders of childhood. Little did she know that she was about to embark on a journey of first love and butterflies in her stomach.

It was a warm summer day, and (Y/n) found herself at the local park with her parents, Rio and Jefferson. As she played on the swings, her eyes caught sight of a boy with tousled brown hair and a mischievous grin. He was a few years older, exuding a confidence that intrigued her.

(Y/n) watched him with wide eyes, her heart starting to beat a little faster. She was captivated by his carefree spirit and the way he effortlessly climbed the jungle gym. Her parents noticed her growing interest and exchanged knowing glances.

Days turned into weeks, and (Y/n) found herself frequently visiting the park in hopes of catching a glimpse of the boy who had stolen her attention. She would shyly smile at him from afar, her cheeks turning rosy as he returned the gesture.

One sunny afternoon, (Y/n) mustered up the courage to approach the boy. She walked over to where he was sitting on a bench, nervously fidgeting with her fingers. "Hi, I'm (Y/n)," she said, her voice filled with a mix of shyness and excitement.

The boy turned to her, a playful twinkle in his eyes. "Hey, I'm Liam," he replied, his voice warm and welcoming. "Nice to meet you, (Y/n)."

From that day forward, (Y/n) and Liam formed a bond that grew stronger with each passing moment. They spent hours talking and laughing, exploring the park and discovering shared interests. Their friendship blossomed, and the innocent affection they held for each other started to deepen.

Rio and Jefferson observed this newfound connection with a mixture of amusement and nostalgia. They remembered their own first crushes and understood the emotions that (Y/n) was experiencing. They offered gentle guidance and encouraged her to embrace this beautiful phase of life.

As the seasons changed, (Y/n) found herself daydreaming about Liam. Her heart skipped a beat whenever she saw him, and a rush of excitement coursed through her veins whenever he was near. They shared secrets, dreams, and laughter, their bond growing stronger with each passing day.

One evening, as the sun began to set, (Y/n) found herself sitting on a park bench with Liam. They watched the golden hues paint the sky, their fingers gently brushing against each other. In that moment, something shifted in their hearts, and they realized that their friendship had blossomed into something more.

With a shy smile, (Y/n) confessed her feelings to Liam, her voice filled with vulnerability and hope. To her delight, he reciprocated her affection, admitting that he too had been captivated by her presence since the first day they met.

Their young love blossomed beneath the summer sky, capturing the essence of innocence and pure affection. Rio and Jefferson watched from a distance, their hearts swelling with a mixture of pride and nostalgia. They knew that this young love would shape their daughter's understanding of relationships and pave the way for future connections.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, (Y/n) and Liam held hands, their hearts beating in unison. They knew that their journey had just begun, and that they would navigate the joys and challenges of young love together.

In the Morales household, the first crush of (Y/n) marked an important chapter in her life. Rio and Jefferson embraced her budding emotions, supporting her as she explored the complexities of affection and relationships.

•••

The First Heart Break :

In the Morales household, a sense of melancholy hung in the air as (Y/n) faced her first taste of heartbreak. The vibrant colors of her world seemed to fade as she learned that her dear friend Liam was moving away.

News of Liam's departure hit (Y/n) like a gust of cold wind on a warm summer day. She felt a lump form in her throat, and her heart sank as she realized that their cherished moments together would soon become distant memories.

On the day of Liam's departure, (Y/n) found herself standing on the sidewalk, a mix of emotions swirling within her. She watched as the moving truck pulled away, taking with it a piece of her heart. Tears welled up in her eyes as she waved goodbye, her hand trembling with a mixture of sadness and longing.

Rio and Jefferson stood beside their daughter, offering comfort and support. They understood the pain of separation and empathized with (Y/n)'s aching heart. In a tender embrace, they assured her that it was okay to grieve the loss of a dear friend.

Days turned into weeks, and (Y/n) struggled to come to terms with the void left by Liam's absence. The park they used to frequent together now felt empty and lifeless. She missed his infectious laughter, his warm smile, and the way he made her feel like the most special person in the world.

One afternoon, as (Y/n) sat in her room, she found herself going through old photographs and mementos of her time with Liam. Each image evoked bittersweet memories, a reminder of the bond they once shared. Her heart ached as she longed for the companionship they had lost.

Rio noticed her daughter's sorrow and sat beside her, a sympathetic expression on her face. She gently took (Y/n)'s hand in hers and whispered, "Sweetheart, I know it hurts, but remember that every heartbreak teaches us something valuable."

(Y/n) sniffled, her voice quivering as she replied, "But it feels like a piece of me is missing, Mama. I miss Liam so much."

Rio wrapped her arms around her daughter, holding her close. "I know, my love. It's okay to miss him. But remember, your heart is resilient, and in time, it will heal. Cherish the memories you shared and allow yourself to grow from this experience."

As days turned into weeks, (Y/n) found solace in her family's unwavering support. Rio and Jefferson showered her with love, reminding her of her worth and the strength she possessed within. They encouraged her to explore new friendships, guiding her through the healing process.

Slowly but surely, (Y/n) began to find her way again. She discovered new hobbies, joined clubs, and interacted with classmates who had once been mere acquaintances. While the pain of Liam's absence still lingered, it was gradually replaced by newfound joy and possibility.

Months later, as (Y/n) stood in the park where she and Liam had shared countless memories, she couldn't help but reflect on the growth she had experienced. Her heart had mended, though not completely whole. She realized that love, like the flight of a bird, could sometimes take unexpected paths.

In the Morales household, the chapter of (Y/n)'s first heartbreak marked a pivotal moment in her journey of self-discovery. Rio and Jefferson continued to support her, reminding her that heartbreaks were part of life's tapestry, shaping her into a resilient and compassionate individual.

As time passed, (Y/n) learned to carry the memories of her friendship with Liam in her heart. They became a part of her story, reminding her of the depth of her capacity to love and the resilience of the human spirit.

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