#also funny story my dad walked in while i was wrapping this up

[mimiatmidnight]

I love your new layout <3 so pretty! Any fashion prediction on Meghan's appearance in NY in DEC?

Aw thank you! 🥰 I figured, hell it's been long enough, time to grow up and finally install an actual theme lol.

For the gala, what I predict and what I want are two very different things haha. I tried to flip through some photos from this event's previous years to get a vibe, and it seems there is quite a range in the dress code of the attendees. Some of the women are in full formal evening wear and some are in, like, barely business casual. However, Meghan has proved in the past that she's not afraid of being the most overdressed person in the room, so let's cross our fingers that she holds true to that this year! (And promise that if you read through this long post full of evening gowns, and then she shows up in a pantsuit, none of you will make fun of me for dreaming 😭)

So let's start with the more boring, safe options. Meg has mostly not been one for extravagant appliques or patterns or textures. Especially in recent years, she seems to have favored simple, solid swathes of fabric that instead bring their interest with rich, vibrant colors, and occasionally a unique tailoring detail. If she follows this same path next month, I hope at least she shakes things up with a color we haven't seen on her yet, like the options I've got here from a mix of brands, including both Meg-fave brands and new-to-Meg brands.

Starting with Safiyaa, we've got this fun hot pink Barbie moment; a very regal periwinkle; a lovely pale yellow; this soft pink that she's worn several times before in a warmish beige tone, but instead in this cooler-toned variety that I'd be curious to see her in; and this lush mint look that is certainly a well-worn silhouette for her, but with an interesting new neckline paneling.

Here are more options with the same idea as above, just from other brands outside Safiyaa. There's a Zuhair Murad in a brilliant orange, which she's never worn before; a Romona Keveza in royal purple; a Carolina Herrera in yellow-gold; a sort of Little Mermaid-esque ombré moment from The Danes New York; a Halston in bubblegum pink that I think would be so flattering on her; and finally, another dress from Carolina Herrera, that I'm pretty sure I picked just because it fondly reminds me of her famous 2019 red and purple look.

Now for the more fun, day-dreamer options. I'm hoping for GLITZ. It's been sooooooooo long since we've seen her in something sparkly, so here are some exciting pieces that I could still sOmEwHaT realistically see her picking out to wear herself. My top pick is this glittering dream (with my favorite, PLEATS!!) from Paolo Sebastian AW22-23. I could also easily see her in this silver-rooted look from Georges Hobeika FW22-23. (I think it's reminding me of something she wore in the past, but I'm not sure what. Maybe a mixture of her ODLR bird dress and the Safiyaa halter she wore to Royal Variety? Idk)

I'll admit that these next two are less about realistic expectations, and more about squealing "OOH SPARKLY!!!" First, a column of pure glitter gold from Naeem Khan F22. Next, a festive emerald JUMPSUIT (!) from Elie Saab FW22-23.

Bringing this back a bit closer to earthly expectations, I've got these options in descending order of formality, so it depends on how dressy Meg is feeling. We've got an elegant splattered gown, again from Naeem Khan F22; a lovely pleated dress with gold foil detailing from Marchesa Notte; and last but not least, if she absolutely must revert to her favorite look of all-black pants, why not jazz it up with some fun sleeve paneling, like this jumpsuit from Safiyaa.

And to finish this whole thing off, just because I'm so charmed by the idea of predicting these two side-by-side, a blazing flame by Elie Saab and a mesmerizing ripple of water from Rene Ruiz.

And that's my list! Anyways, see y'all next month when, with my luck, Meg shows up in slacks.

[w1ldthoughts]

Top of the Food Chain

Anon Requested

Disclaimer: this is a work of FICTION, the characters are fictionalized versions of real life situations and real people. It’s all based on my imagination.

Masterlist

This was all a part of the gig. People assumed things about you, people talked. They sometimes even asked you questions that you couldn’t believe you were hearing, especially from the other moms at Remi’s preschool.

Does your husband give you a weekly allowance?

Do you have a credit card exclusively to shop?

Are any of his teammates single?

You hated the politics. The fake smiles and even more fake compliments when you knew that they were probably talking about you behind your back. The school itself was amazing though and gave your daughter the freedom to be a kid without completely invading her privacy. So in turn, if all you had to do was rub elbows with some people who you weren’t the biggest fan of, it was a small sacrifice that you were absolutely willing to make.

Part of those small sacrifices was following rules and guidelines set for school sponsored events. Remi’s school was hosting a bake sale tonight to raise funds for a local family’s medical expenses. Justin really didn’t want to go after you’d been telling him the various drop-off stories about the other parents so he suggested writing a check and skipping the whole thing.

“I did not bake these vegan, gluten-free, peanut free, yet still delicious football brownies for no reason. Plus, I already promised Remi she could have some treats today. Do you really want to explain to her that she’s going to be staying home while all of her friends eat dessert at school? Be my guest.”

He looks at you like he’s really thinking about it, but then he remembers his baby’s sweet face talking about how excited she was this morning and he can’t disappoint her. “You know what? I’m actually ready to go. I’ll go get Remi and we can leave.”

You continue to pack up your brownies in your trays as you laugh to yourself. She really does have him wrapped around her little fingers.

Thing One and Thing Two waltz back into the kitchen as soon as you’re done and Remi’s eyes bulge out of her head.

“Mama, those look yummy. Are you a chef?” She asks, looking amazed. She’s been really big on compliments lately, always calling her dad “handsome” because she heard you say it once.

“I am a chef sometimes, only for you though sweet girl. Are you ready to go back to school?”

She nods excitedly, holding her hands out for Justin to carry her. “We going to the cookie party?”

“We are going to the cookie party,” he coos, “but remember mini, we’re only getting three treats, so you have to choose your favorites and that’s it. Deal?”

“Deal.“ She gives him a kiss on the cheek and he gives you a wink before heading into the garage to get her settled.

The entire car ride consisted of Remi making guesses on what snacks people were going to bring and how she couldn’t wait to see her friends.

Luckily when your husband pulled into the parking lot there weren’t very many people there. Remi insisted on helping you carry in a tray of brownies and was walking very carefully next to you so she wouldn’t drop them.

“I got it mama. I’m strong.”

“Yes you are sugar. Thank you for being such an amazing helper.” You gave her a smile which she happily returns.

Justin walks behind the two of you, smiling to himself at the sweet interaction. Remi was definitely a daddy’s girl but she also worshipped the ground you walked on and it was a funny thing to see. He was definitely her best friend and she wanted to spend every waking moment in life with him but nobody could convince the three year old that you weren’t a Disney princess. And if anyone asked her who her favorite Disney princess was, she’d say her mommy, because no one in this world was more magical to her than you.

The three of you had almost made it inside before a voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Oh hi Herbert family! I’m so glad you all could make it. Wasn’t sure it fit into your busy schedule.” She said the last part not so subtly playing with her hair while staring at Justin.

He gives her a sideways glance before forcing a smile. “Well we promised Remi she could have some special treats tonight and didn’t want to go back on that promise.” On cue, your daughter handed you the other tray of brownies, feeling her arms getting tired and knowing this would be a long conversation.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Mason’s mom, you just couldn’t remember her name and it was too late to ask. She was also the main person always in your business about being an NFL wife like it was some secret society she was dying to be a part of. She batted her eyes through her lash extensions and give your husband another look. “Justin if you don’t mind, could you please help me carry these cupcakes inside? I may have gone overboard and now I can’t carry all of these by myself.”

“Sure,” he sighs, leaning into her car and grabbing three trays. Mason and Remi were already starting to walk inside so you hesitantly followed them, not wanting to leave Justin alone.

“Ugh, you are an absolute lifesaver.” She runs a hand down his arm before grabbing the rest of the cupcakes and heads inside, keeping the distance between them minimal.

With the evening the full swing, you were at your wit’s end. It was like watching a pack of hyenas fighting each other for a piece of meat. Every time you looked someone was pulling him away to offer him their dessert or to ask him questions in a flirty tone. One mom even went as far as asking him when she’d be invited to a game. You couldn’t roll your eyes anymore or they might get stuck in the back of your head. So you tried to drown your sour feelings in a root beer float while watching your daughter play with her classmates.

You sat alone at one of the tables and Remi came to find you to give you her three treats she was taking home. Before you could say anything, she was gone and back to playing tag. A warm hand on your shoulder eased your annoyance, only slightly. “Are you clocking out for the night?” You giggle at his look of exhaustion. His social meter probably ran out 30 minutes ago.

Giving you a pointed look, he grabs your drink off the table and starts digging in as you rub his back. “I don’t think I’ve ever had to fake laugh this much in my entire life. Not even during interviews. Those women can talk.”

“Definitely that, they love Justin Herbert. Especially Mason’s mom.” You tried to keep the bite out of your tone, you really did. His shoulders perked up at your comment but the ice cream was really taking up a lot of his attention.

“Isabel?” Oh…that was her name. “Yeah she was laying it on pretty thick but she’s harmless.”

“Harmless?” You scoff, “I saw her carry two 15 pound boxes last week and now that you’re here suddenly she’s a damsel in distress? I’m not buying it.”

“Easy tiger I’m on your side here.” He jokes, clearly amused, even if you weren’t. “You know…it’s really cute when you’re jealous.” Justin scoots his chair closer and puts a hand on your thigh.

“I’m not jealous I just don’t like that she keeps staring at you like she’s trying to picture you naked.” It wasn’t the first time she’d acted this way and it was just really…gross to watch.

He looks over at where Isabel is standing and she gives him a wave before he turns his back to her, whispering in your ear, “well you don’t have to picture it…you’ve seen it.”

“You’re right, I should tell her that.”

“Babe,” he shakes his head with a small laugh. “You remember Remington right? About 3 feet tall, blonde hair, green eyes, adorable little voice? We made an actual child together. I think she knows we’ve seen each other naked. A few times.”

Taking a deep breath, you allow your husband to bring you back down to Earth. You place your hand on top of his and hold on tight. Sometimes it felt like his hands were made to hold yours. The look you give each other is enough to discourage any other woman from coming up to him the rest of the night. It was a look of love in its purest form, like two souls that had worked tirelessly to find each other. And now that they had, there was no letting go.

A few minutes later Remi found her way into Justin’s arms. ”Mama, I need my bed.” You can tell how serious she is by the way she’s rubbing her eyes with her fist.

“I hear you sister, I need my bed too. Maybe it’s time for us to go home?”

She nods slowly and the three of you stand up, with one of Justin’s arms holding Remi and one hand wrapped in yours. He was definitely ready to get his girls home.

[yourtouchismidas]

Can you write smth about Matty shutting down sexist comments about his family? Like men will be praised for doing the bare minimum with their family while women are expected to do everything as their “job”?

yes ofc i love this idea.

so i think matty walks a line with how much he talks about his children, and you, in interviews. obviously there is a large part of him that wants to keep your privacy locked down, barely any details out there about you, to never be asked. but then there is another part, which wants to tell the whole world about you. to boast. to wax on. to tell funny stories about shay's games, or brag about valley's test scores, or post pictures of the twins chubby cheeks, or to talk about gigi starting a band with her friends. he picks and chooses very carefully and on top of that it is always a family decision. increasingly though, its been hard to keep you all under wraps, because of the sheer size of the family. fans bump into him in the street when he has a baby strapped to both sides of him. shay waves at people and chatters their ears off about "daddys band" until matty has to playfully put his hand over her mouth while the fans all coo at her. names are kept secret, full names at least, but the size of his family and the little army of mattys that follows him around now is a pretty well known fact. you also run a popular book shop in london, where the band have been known to play some secret pop up sessions, and have signed the doors in the toilets which you've then framed, so fans pilgrimage there and take photos with you too, if you're willing.

so when the radio interviewer asks matty, "you've just had some new additions to the family, haven't you?" he is comfortable enough to say, "yes. i have. my twins."

"big family now huh? was that always the plan?"

"oh god no," matty chuckles. "i always wanted kids. but the how and the when and the erm volume of them just kind of happened. love them. they're the best. hi girls if you're listening. they aren't. by the way. they've got better things to do apparently."

the dj laughs. "i'm sure you're a great father. and having a dad in a band that must be pretty cool."

"erm, again, i dont think they really care. like i know to you lot, i mean to some people, im like matty healy oh my god, matty healy from the 1975 but to my daughter's i'm just dad. or if you're my eldest, you call me matty as well."

"does she really?"

"uh huh," he says, "or matthew. dead cute. it's dead cute."

"and how are you finding being on tour without them? does it get hard?"

"of course," matty smiles, starting to get nervous about how long he is lingering on the girls. he knows jamie has briefed them, but maybe not hammered it home enough. "we make it work though."

"must be hard for them to be away from you. and for your wife too."

matty clears his throat, "like i said, we make it work. everyone has a different life. this is ours. wouldn't change it."

"and is your song true?" the interviewer asks, "do you do the nappies?"

matty laughs again, more comfortable. music. talking about music.

"yeah," he says, "of course i do."

"your wife is a lucky woman. to have a hands on dad like you then. she must love it when you're home to babysit."

"babysit?" matty says, his voice hardening.

"well you know, with you being away..."

"i dont babysit, mate. they're my children. i brought them into the world too. they're just as much my responsibility as hers."

"i know i was just...."

"well dont just mate. okay. think about what you're saying. isnt it sad?"

"I mean yeah..."

"isnt it sad that you think she is lucky? she shouldn't have to be called lucky. equal parenting should be the norm. she's not lucky. you shouldnt be... no one should be batting an eyelid."

"i'm sorry matty, i didnt mean to upset you."

"i know you didn't. but think of the women you might have upset. i dont want my daughter raised in a world like that. i think you should apologize to my wife."

"i will."

"no time like the present."

"you want me to.... you want me to. on air?"

"may as well. right your wrongs now. if my girls listen back, which they wont, i need to them to know that you can hold people accountable"

"okay," the interviewer says, his voice small, "i'm sorry."

"and you're sorry to all women?"

"yeah," he says, "i am really sorry. i shouldn't have put it like that."

"by the way, for the record, my wife runs a really successful book shop as well as being a mum. we're both working parents and we both rock it. shout out to heartbeat books, soho. go buy a book everyone. they also have good coffee. love you darling!"

they cut to a song. jamie shrugs at the dj. he must have hammered it home. when they come back they talk about matty's music.

[inaaya-goddess-of-dimensions]

Trapped Online pt4- Glitch and XY's past...

King XY: Let me tell you a story....from wayyy long ago when i was a youngling.....this is the story how i met the villain....

(in the past)

XY (Y/o5): Hey AB wait up! big brother....

AB: What's wrong up sibling?

XY: i'm going to go to the river want to come along,

AB: no cause me and Kara are going to see the festival of Dime Uni.

XY: oh, okay....*walks to the river* hmph....*mutters* Big bro never agrees, comes or even stay with me.....it's unfair....*dunks they're head in the riverstream and pulls they're head right back out* why does everyone love that Dime Uni she isn't much of special person in my case-

???: E-Excuse me....

XY: Hm? hi there- oh great now there's MORE people to give me a lectures....

???: -N-no...i just want to say i also say the same thing about Dime Uni....

XY: Y-YOU do? hey aren't you those dark glitch people.....

???: well yes in fact i am, *puts his hand out* I'm Glitch, Glitch Umbra Dark....

XY: Cool my name is XY, Prime (Princex both are Non Binary terms for royals) XY...

???: so wanna play?

XY: um my father told me not to play with random kids....but okay^^

(they play along and in the future in high school years)

Glitch: XY WANNA-

XY: Hm?

Glitch: ugh didn't you not hear a-

XY: -yes...

Glitch: Yes to what?

XY: yes i will go with the dance with you.

Glitch: oh cool.....

(at the dance)

XY: Hey...

Glitch: oof you look uhhh *blushes* hot....

XY: you look hot too....*blushes*

Glitch: may i have this dance.

XY: sure...*dancing with Glitch*

Glitch: *after the music stops they stop dancing* i want to say something to you....*goes to Xy room* so i-i...want to say is...i love you...i had that feeling for years about you! i really did....

XY: i love you too...but my dad is gonna kill y-

Glitch: *pushes them onto the bed* Well he needs more then THAT to kill me~ *they both kiss and made out*

XY: *takes cloths off*

Glitch: *takes off cloths too and gets umm....s3xual* AHHH~

XY: Harder~ daddy~~......

(next morning)

King Lightron: WHAT IN FUCK ARE YOU- Glitch....

Glitch: oh....hey your kingly highness sir i have a question..*acts like he's drunk like hell* is it me or is ur kid here have both parts of life reproducing? since they are non binary but damn loved his both parts....

XY: *wraps himself around* F-FATHER I-

King Lightron: ......YOU DISGUEST ME WHEN YOU WERE BORN.....

XY: *shocked and broken* B-but i.....

King Lightron: Get out....

XY: DAD-

King Lightron: GET THE HELL OUT OF MY LIFE YOU DISGRACFUL WORTH OF NOTHING-NESS I HAD NEVER WANTED YOU!!!!

XY: AB tell him!

AB: *turns away* i told you.....i can't help you.....

XY: G-GUYS!

CD: ....*shakes head*

EF: ....

GH: no.....

IJ: sorry ur on your own....

KL: .....sorry sibling....

MN: dude....i can't believe you...

OP: w-why?....

QR: i knew it!....

RS: outsiders....coming to our place....

TU: X-XY....

VW: why sibling?.....

XY: *quickly runs out the room while he got dressed already..* I'M SORRY!

Glitch: XY WAIT!- *side eyes the King Lightro* you and me...were gonna have problems now....

(present future)

King XY: *exhales*

Inaaya: DAMA! hey, someone sent a message, *gives the letter to xy*

King XY: *looks at the letter in complete shock* M-MY BROTHER!?

Inaaya: wait you have siblings!?

King XY: *nods* i wonder what's it about???....

Inaaya: let's go then cause OOF! *gets hit with a spear* HEY S-SORAHHHH!!!!

Sorah: Welp i guess you "Spear" Time with it, get it? my jokes haven't been funny ever since Saraya and that...

Inaaya: sorah it's okay....but we need to go to a kingdom.

Sorah: i'm coming too!

King XY: No Sorah i want someone take charge in the kingdom while me and Inaaya are away.

Sorah: ughhhh fineeee but it will be boringgggg!

King XY: god sake....*walks out with the letter was slowly shaking* oh no no...no...no....?!

Inaaya: Dama? it's okay...

King XY: but i-....hm...

*at the kingdom*

Inaaya: are we there yet!

King XY: y-yes...

Inaaya: you look nervous by the way why didn't you not tell me about ur family???

King XY: rather not say....i-it's.....personal....

Inaaya: okay :< *gets out and runs over the door*

Soldier 1: HALT you goes there?!

King XY: oh boy uhhh were here to see King AB....or Lord AB whatever you call him....

Soldier 2: well tough he's in a meeting....

King XY: BUT I'M HIS FAMILY.....

??: i'll take it from here guards.

Soldier 1: Lady Autumn. these tress passer were just leaving.

Autumn: that's not nice for you to say such thing to my my in-law....

Soldier 2: but Lady Autumn the letter it was a-

Autumn: -"a invite??" yes...come in XY it is fine.

King XY: o-okay.....*nervous chuckles* good to see you Autumn how's the kids?

Autumn: there good all of the children are playing outside...oh *looks at Inaaya* and who's this cutie???

Inaaya: *blushes in delight* w-well i am Inaaya. Inaaya Mukhtar....

Autumn: nice to meet you Inaaya you can go play with the kids...if you wish too...

Inaaya: no thanks i am here for XY support,

Autumn: okay then follow me into the castle...*in the castle and to the Meeting room* here we are..

King XY: *nervously shakes* H-HERE WE GO! *holds the door handle* ummm....

Autumn: what's wrong?

King XY: -FUCK IT! *opens it and sees shadow figures with there eyes glowing*

Inaaya: woah this place is huge HIIII!!!

King XY: SHUSH!

Inaaya: jeez...sorry...

King AB: well well well...if it isn't my sibling.....who i DID NOT INVITE!

King XY: andddd~~ were leaving.....*walks away*

Inaaya: *confused comes right up to King AB* listen here you- you....youuu...*terrified of AB*

King AB:

this is a meeting not a "child's playground" now listen here i have important stuff to get back too i don't have time of all your whining now if you excuse me i need t- wait....*gasp* NO WAY!....*grabs Inaaya*

Inaaya: HELP!

Queen CD: Leave her be AB!

King AB: she's Dime Uni.....look at her....

Inaaya: *bites his hand*

Derek: INAAYA!

Inaaya: D-Derek?....

Derek: that's enough....why are you here to begin with?

Inaaya: well Dama said that he has a letter from his brother AB and-

King AB: *suprised* HOLD ON! wait, wait, WAIT...."a letter from me?" since when??? i never....ohhh no....

Autumn: ohhh yes my dear husband....

King AB: you sent them here?!

Autumn: yes why?? is that a problem too....

King AB: N-No it's just that-....UGH we'll have words later....but now we have the whole family....also are you sure this is Dime Uni?

Inaaya: OKAY FOR LAST F***KING TIME I AM NOT DIME UNI OR DARK AYA I AM INAAYA MUKHTAR MY COUSIN NADIA DIED AND MY PARENTS ARE SPLIT AND I HAD AN A ABUSIVE PARENT AND I HAVE MENTAL OR I AM JUST PROBLEMATIC! *panting to catch her breath* there....i said it! i am gonna go play with the kids!

King AB: why did i even call this meeting?....anyways-

King XY: grrr....FINE i'll stay....

Queen GH: brother why are you so salty to XY he didn't do anything wrong....

King AB: believe you and me...we know what happened....

Queen LM: awwww the child of XY's was soooo cute i just wanna hug her //>//<// i wonder who she is. or DOES SHE LIKE PINK LIKE ME.

King JK: chill out sis anyway they here for a short amount of time they'll probably leave soon anyway.

Queen LM: awwww.... :<

Queen GH: yes JK is right let it go...

Derek: so anyway Glitch is planning something terrifying but my squad doesn't know what it is there planning we try to sneak in but there's something that's blocking our way a forcefield.....so we need to disable the forcefield by getting pass the guards so all we need to do is get the them distracted...then that's how-

(A loud banging noise and explosions)

Derek: OHHH WHAT IS IT NOW!? *goes over to open window to see Glitch Generals are attacking the civillians* GLITCH'S GENERALS ARE HERE BUT I THOUGHT WE HAD THE GUARDS!

King AB: NO TIME TO TALK WE NEED TO PROTECT THE PEOPLE! Autumn take the kids somewhere safe now!

Autumn: but AB i can-

King AB: NO!! i am not risking anytime of losing you now go!

Autumn: *exhales* yes dear..*goes out to warn the kids* KIDS! Adam!!

Adam: MOM WHERE'S FATHER?!

Autumn: no time to explain we need to get somewhere safe so Glitch soldiers won't find us,

Nature: i hope my daddy's okay...

Inaaya: *shock* that means...Dama needs me...*runs pass Autumn*

Autumn: *shouts Inaaya's name in a distance* INAAYA!!

Inaaya: Dama please be okay...

(meanwhile with Derek)

Derek: ugh...ALRIGHT YOU CAN HIDE BUT I AM A GENERAL AS WELL! *turns into beast form*

???: you fight well but, you have to get through me...

(they fight)

???: oop too slow...

Derek: RAHH!

??: *handstands throws her legs up in the air*

Derek: I FUCKING MISSED! i never seen this general before and those are Saraya's moves so does that mean....no no Saraya's dead it can't be her it's impossible to bring back someone from the dead unless-

???: Lights out!

Derek: oh no..

(meanwhile Inaaya)

Inaaya: DAMA! DAMA!!

King XY: *sword fights with the other generals* I-INAAYA!? this is too dangerous for a 13 year old...

Inaaya: but Dama...I CAN HELP-

King AB: *sword clings* ARE YOU STUPID THEY SAID "GET TO COVER!"!

Inaaya: WHO ASKED YOU STUPID RED KING YOU ARE! *runs behind a wall* ........No i shouldn't be standing here helpless....i need to help that's a promise i made...*jumps out behind the wall were the Glitch Generals can see them* HEY! OVER HERE BITCHES!

General Ryu: Ugh stupid kid....*charges at them*

Inaaya: *picks up sword on the ground and slash Ryu one* TAKE THAT...who is the stupid kid now? hehe..

King AB: Remind me not to mess with ur kid.

King XY: i won't...

General Ryu: Retreat!

King JK: what do you think what was that about ab

King AB: *Shrugs Shoulders* maybe they-

(Hears screaming coming from derek)

Inaaya: !?

King XY: THAT MUST'VE BEEN DEREK- *see Inaaya is running to where the sound is* INAAYA come here.....

Inaaya: GET AWAY FROM HIM!

Derek: *seeing that Blood is coming out of his shoulders* a-ah...*hisses in pain*

Inaaya: how dare you hurt him..

???: Hm, funny that a kid like YOU will stand against me. your a one kid with a sword HA don't make me laugh....

Inaaya: grrr...C-nt i will make you cry...

???: ohh~ not friendly....well i guess this will be another type of entertainment again.

King XY: MOTHERF**** NO ONE TOUCHES THE CHILD!

Inaaya: i am bloody 13 dumbass, oh well.

???: (hand on hair) well my master is calling me so i better be off see ya. (jumps backwards into a portal)

Inaaya: that looked like Saraya.

Derek: ughhh...a little HELP over here will be nice.

King JK: stand still, (gives a bottle of water and heals his wounds using rape-seed oil along with honey and cinamoinn power) how are you now? better.

Derek: yeah, that general that could've be Saraya or a Phoney Imposter.

King AB: hmmm. until then we must be sure that is Saraya....if it is why is she on Glitch's side.

Inaaya:....Saraya where ever u are dead or alive we will bring u back.

(meanwhile Glitch's Castle)

???: i am back sir. (kneels down)

Glitch: did u get it them?

???: indeed (shows a cage of people) and i found the Universe Anticube, (shows cube glowing)

Glitch: Well done,

Saraya....

Saraya: *removes mask to show her eyes are now purple. smirks at Glitch*

Tbc...

[myown-worstenemy-2003]

Our Love Story (Steve Harrington)

A/N: Hey besties! I hope y'all are ready for me to swerve into some Steve Harrington lane because that's what's gonna happen! I hope y'all enjoy it because I was super pumped when I got the idea! (Also if you can't tell by now, titles are my downfall :'( ) PS: Please don't copy my work because I worked hard on this and I will literally cry! Thank you! :) <3

Summary: Based on Taylor Swift's song, "Love Story"

Word Count: 2404

It all started in the summer of 1980. The short few months before freshman year of high school. 

You didn’t really want to go and talk to grown-ups that your parents had invited to their social gatherings. There weren’t any kids your age here either other than you, and the grown-up talk was boring, but there you were in the dress that your mom made you wear because they wanted you to dress nice and be there. So you were sitting on the porch swing looking at all of the pretty gowns that the ladies were wearing. Different colors of this summer’s fashion were mixed with the lights so that everyone could see in the dark since the party was later. When there was a boy your age walking towards you in a blue polo shirt with a white stripe across the middle and khaki pants. 

He stood at the bottom of the three steps it took to up the porch and smiled at you shyly, “Hello there.”

You smiled back at him and asked, “Hi. Would you like to sit?”

He nodded his head and walked over and sat down next to you, “I like your dress, it’s very pretty.”

“Thank you,” you said, subconsciously playing with the hem that lay on your knee, “I like your shirt.”

“Really? I wasn’t sure about it, with the stripe in the middle and everything,” he said jokingly. You giggled and he laughed a little with you.

“What’s your name?” he asked after a second.

“(Y/N) (L/N). What’s yours?” 

“Steve Harrington. It’s nice to meet you (Y/N).”

Little did you know that Steve Harrington would end up being your best friend and boyfriend.

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You opened your eyes from the flashback when you heard little clinks at your window. The sound of pebbles hitting your window could only mean one thing - Steve. You go over to the window and open it, sticking your head out.

“Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?” you said quite dramatically but still quiet enough not to wake your parents. 

“I changed my mind,” you heard from below.

“Nooooo, please come back,” you begged as you leaned on your window pane like you were trying to drape yourself on a balcony.

“Fine, but only because I don’t want to be home alone right now,” Steve said starting to climb up to your window. 

A few seconds later he gracefully crawled through your window. 

“Hello, Romeo,” you said pulling him closer to you by wrapping your arms around his neck.

He smiled and answered putting his hands on your waist, “Hello, Juliet.”

You shared a sweet hello kiss and laid on your (F/C) bedspread. 

It had been a few hours of just the two of you talking quietly and kissing here and there.

When you giggled out of nowhere and it made Steve ask, “What’s so funny? Something on my face?”

“No, I just think it’s kind of funny that our dads are famous rival lawyers and we end up falling in love. Who would have thought?”

“Hey, I didn’t know that you were off-limits. But I guess that just makes it more exciting doesn’t it?” he said jokingly at first then trying to be seductive.

“We’re a real Romeo and Juliet love story. If you think about it.” 

“I guess so. But I don’t want to think too much. It’s our senior year. We gotta have fun while we can,” he said with a mischievous look in his eye.

“You better not,” you tried to warn him sternly, but a smile slipped out. And next thing you knew, his hands were all over you, tickling you. 

You were so busy trying to get away from Steve that you didn’t even notice when someone knocked on the door and when it opened until there was a voice that you didn’t want to hear, “What is going on here?”

You froze and Steve tumbled off the bed trying to get as far from you as possible. 

“(Y/N), would you like to explain to me why the Harrington’s boy is in your bedroom right?” your dad asked. 

Your mouth opened and closed, but no words were coming out. You were dead meat and so was Steve.

“Harrington, you have five seconds to get out of my house, five,” your dad said after you didn’t say anything. 

“But Dad!” you tried to protest.

“Four.”

“Please sir,” Steve started to reason.

“Three.”

Steve got up and walked out of your room. You followed him until your Dad caught your arm stopping you, “The Harringtons are no good, (Y/N). This is for your own good.”

You looked up at him and shook him off as you ran after Steve. He was at the door with it open, “Steve, please don’t go. I’ll convince him. Just please don’t go.”

“I’m sorry, Juliet. We’ll convince him one day. I love you,” he said.

“Stay away from my daughter, Harrington,” your Dad said sternly coming up behind you.

Steve looked at him and then walked out of the door. 

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A few days later, things had settled down. School was the only place that was neutral ground for you two to be seen together and not get questioned or get a report back to your dad. You were sitting in study hall, doodling and thinking about Steve, when you had an idea. 

You pulled out a clean sheet of notebook paper and started writing a note to him.

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You listened to your parents as they got ready for bed. There were 30 minutes until you got to see Steve again. You were basically vibrating with excitement. After your parents had gone to bed, you quietly opened your window and climbed out, closing it back. You walked the short distance to the corner of your street. As you made it to the corner, you saw Steve’s burgundy BMW make its way down the road toward you. As he pulled up next to you, you stuck out your thumb and he rolled down the passenger side window, “Where you heading?”

You walked up to the car and leaned down to look into the car, “Wherever you’re going, handsome.”

Steve smiled, “Hop in.”

You giggled and got into the car.

Ten minutes later you and Steve were at Lover’s Lake laying on the hood of his car, looking up at the stars. You guys keep quiet because we were dead if someone found you. So you closed your eyes, held Steve’s hand, and thought about all of the things that were going to happen when you both left Hawkins. 

“Hey (Y/N),” Steve asked, quietly.

“What’s up?” you asked, opening your eyes and turning your head to look at him. 

“I just keep thinking. Are you sure you want to be with me?” he asked worriedly

“What? Of course, I want to be with you! Why would you think that?” you asked, confused about where this was coming from.

“It’s just…you’re not dating me just because your dad doesn’t like me right? It’s not a rebellious streak?”

You sat up looking down at him where he still lay, “Steve, I have liked you since the day we first met. And that like turned into love. So I am in love with you, Steve. Please don’t let those thoughts get to you.”

He nodded his head and then put his head in your lap, “I’m sorry, your dad just kinda got into my head. And it just made me think, and you know what that usually leads to.”

You smiled as you played with his hair, “Yeah, I do.”

“How are the kids?” you asked changing the subject.

He chuckled, “They are little shits, but they’re my little shits.”

After that you both sat in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s company. Happy to be together. 

“How was your week?” Steve broke the silence after a few minutes.

“It was good! Robin and Nancy were paired with me to do a project in English so that’s been fun. Max and El and I are having a sleepover this weekend.”

“That’s exciting! The boys don’t invite me. Afraid that I’ll cramp their style I guess,” he sighed and you giggled again.

Again you sat in silence for a minute, but this one was different. The air felt heavy. Like there was something lingering.

“So…how was your week?” he asked again, but with a different meaning behind it.

You sighed a little, “It was okay. It’s just been more of Dad trying to tell me that I should be with someone like Carver or someone else. But I don’t want to, because this is our love story. You’re my Romeo.”

“I love you,” Steve said.

“I love you,” you said and leaned down to give him a kiss on the lips.

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You were sitting at your desk in your room, trying to do Geometry homework. It was hard enough on its own, but not being able to focus made it more difficult. It had been a few weeks after you had snuck out to see Steve at Lover’s Lake, and he hadn’t really hung out with you since. He would still call and talk. But it seemed like that every time that you tried to hang out with him that he was always busy. But your dad has been getting to you lately. So you start to think. 

Could he have been with me just for the rush?

What is doing?

Does he even love me?

The last thought made you tear up. You put your pencil down and just crawled into bed since you were already in your pajamas. That night you cried yourself to sleep, thinking about what lies ahead for you and Steve.

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A few days later you still went to school, even though you really didn’t want to. You still had obligations even though Steve would be at school. You needed to finish your project and you had a test today. You opened your locker and out fell a piece of paper. As you picked it up, you saw that it said your name. You opened and read it.

You smiled at the note. You put the note with your books as you got ready to go to class, thinking about what you were going to do this weekend. Until you reached the top of your locker for a pencil when you felt another piece of folded-up paper. 

Juliet was written on the front, and your heart jumped. 

For the rest of the day, you didn’t know what to think. What was he going to do? The note sounded romantic, but he has been distant for the past three weeks. You were confused.

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After school, you made your way to Weathertop, the outskirts of town if you will. I sat down on the hill when I was early. I watched as the breeze blew and made the tall grass and flowers dance. As time went on, you checked your watch, 4:02 pm. 

Is he going to come? 

Was this just a joke? 

Or was this the way that he was going to break up with you?

You could feel your faith start to fade when you saw the familiar figure running toward you.

“I’m sorry, coach decided to have a last-minute meeting. So I got here as fast I could,” he explained. You nodded your head and looked down at your feet that were lost in the grass.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, putting a hand on your arm.

As you looked up at him, you felt all of your emotions surface, “Romeo. Save me.”

“What do you mean? What’s wrong?”

“I’ve been feeling so alone. All those times that you said that we could hang out but then something would come up and you couldn’t. I keep waiting, but you never come,” you explain. Then you reach into your back pocket and pull out the note he left you, “Then I get this note. And it’s like everything is okay. And so I keep thinking is this all in my head. And I don’t know what to think.”

As you were talking you didn’t realize that Steve what Steve was doing. When you were done, you looked up and saw that he was kneeling on one knee. 

“Steve,” you whispered.

“I’m sorry that I’ve made you feel like your alone in a world where you don’t think anyone you choose is good enough. But I had to make sure I did this right. And I already forgot what I was going to say.”

You giggled, he chuckled, and then continued, “Marry me, Juliet, and you’ll never have to be alone. I love you and that’s all I really know.”

You nodded your head, tears coming to your eyes. You jumped into his arms and kissed him.

You pulled back after a second, “Wait, what about me parents?”

“I already talked to your parents. Your mom was on board the second I asked her, but your dad took some more convincing. That’s why I was away from you for so long. I was trying to convince him to let him date you, or in this case, marry you. I guess I did something right or didn’t like seeing you sad, because he caught me in the store one day. He told me that you’ll pick out a white dress,” he smiled. 

“So just to be clear, you are accepting?”

You laughed, “It’s our love story baby, yes.”

[wxniesrxse]

Hi can i please request trainee a when you meet their parents for the first time. Thank you so much. Love your writings 💋💋🌺

I’m glad you like my writing! ❤️Also I’m sorry for being so late on this!

When you meet their parents for the first time!

Paired: you x TA

Genre: fluff, meeting their parents

Warning: none

This will start like a short story with you POV. after that you'll see the narration of you and each TA member. Enjoy!

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You were so nervous to meet his parents for the first time. What if you don't make a good impression? What if they don't find you pretty for his son, or don't think you're not good enough for their son because you have no special talents nor do you study an amazing career. What if they only accept you just because they love their son and they do not want to hurt his feelings, like in those tv shows where the mother pretends she likes the protagonist so later she can ruin her life and make her leave her son. Hopefully this does not happen to you with his mom. Even if she or his father tries to separate you two you will never leave him. EVER

'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING YN' you thought to yourself.

" ready to go?" Your precious boyfriend ask as he walk towards you to hug you. " yes! I'm.....ready to go!" You let out a nervous laugh. " Hey babe, don't be nervous, my mom and dad are really kind so don't be scare" he said reaching down to your level pecking on your nose. You nodded and smiled. "Okay" you said.

You two sat together in the small table of the fancy restaurant. Both of you look so elegant in your clothes. You check your boyfriend out. " you look so handsome" you laid on his arm. " my girl looks pretty too!" He said as he wrap his arm around your shoulder. Now that you rest your body against him you felt so relax. You wish you could be like this when his parents comes in but that would be such an awkward position and simply just you showing no respect.

Anyway.

" ahh! Noo! Here they are!!" You screamed quietly earning a few small laughs from him. He really thinks it's funny watching you being so nervous. "D-do I look pretty?! Is there anything I need to fix? My dress? Hair? Makeup?" You said in desperation as you held his hands tightly. " baaaabe!" He yelled. "You're perfect! You look incredible beautiful, my mom and dad will like you!" He said kissing your cheek. " grab my hands so you call feel better, okay?" He said. You look at him with so much love in your eyes. " you're the best..." you whispered and peck his lips quickly. " I know..." he teased.

" what a beautiful girl!" His mom shout as she sat down in front of you two. " and she looks kind....." His dad said with a smile. " thank you....." you smiled shyly. At first you felt your heart beat so fast because of nervousness but as soon his parents started to talk to you, asking question that didn't made you uncomfortable, you started to feel at ease and finally relax.

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Yorch took you home in his car. Both of you got out of the car. Yorch walk beside you following you to your front door. " did you had a great time with my parents?" He asked while holding your hands. "Yes! I love them! I didn't thought they would be this kind....I was nervous for no reason..." you pouted. " oh forget about that," he got close to you and hug you. " I'm glad you met my parents, but I think it's time for me to meet your parents..." he grinned and you frozen.

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" wow that was so fun! You're parents are so funny and savage" you laughed. Leo chuckled as he remembered the joke his father said. "yeah he's crazy!" He said as he wrap his arms around your neck and peck the top of your hair. You hugged around his torso and buried your face against his chest. "Do you want to meet my parents?" You asked looking up at Leo. "Uhhh wait wait, I'm not ready, you have to let me know in what day!" Leo said in surprise. " now who's nervous!" You shout.

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" my mom text me she said "hey! You both better not do anything silly once you take her to your house 😡" Sangwon and you laughed at her text. " what silly things" you pretend not to understand. Sangwon chuckled. " don't act innocent" he tease pulling your arm making your body hit against his body. "So what you think about my parents?" He asked. " well they're adorable just like you, they're funny just like you, and I love them the way I love you" you answered playfully staring into his dark eyes. " Sangwon....would you like to meet my mom and dad one day?" You asked. Sangwon chuckle and nodded. " of course!".

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" dad you didn't have to take us here, we could've walk, so we wouldn't bother you" Woochan told his dad who drove the car " no kids! It does not bother me to take my future daughter-in-law to her house" he said. Both of Woochan and you scoffed and coughed at his words. " ahhh daughter in law..." Woochan repeated with a teasing smile that showed his deep dimples. " okay I love how that sounds!" Woochan said leaning close to kiss your lips. " not here! Your dad is watching!" You whispered out loud. " I'm watching~" Woochan's dad said as he look at the tiny mirror. Woochan felt embarrassed.

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" Thank you Mrs.Zhao! " you thank his mom for driving you home. "No problem " she smile sweetly. "YN I need to tell you something, mom wait for me don't leave me!" James got out of the car following you. " of course not you dummy" Mrs.Zhao laughed. "Hey so did you had fun tonight" James ask holding your hand. "Yeah your parents are so sweet, I hope we can go out together again with them..." you smiled. "Of course! Good night babe!" James kiss your cheek quickly before heading to his car. You laughed at his cuteness.

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" DAD STOP HERE!" Jayjay yelled in English to his father who almost pass by your house. " AHHH IM SORRY!" His dad mimicked his son's voice. You swear JJ and his dad are like twins! "Thank you!" you said as you got off the car. " Arigatōgozaimashita!" JayJay said following you, his hands on your waist. " hey little men, you're not going anywhere, kiss your girlfriend goodbye and we leaving " his dad joked in Japanese which you didn't understand. You watch JayJay laughed. "Hai otōsan!" His hand rested on your back. " I'm glad my parents made you laugh today" he said walking you towards the door. " yes they're amazing! Now that I met your parents, I want you to meet mines!" You said. " of course! Just tell me the date and I'll be ready baby!" He said hugging you tightly.

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" honestly you two are so adorable together, you guys look so tiny" Jihoon's mom joked. "Moooom please don't embarrass me in front of her...." Jihoon laughed while complaining. " but it's true! You two look like little nuggets behind my seat" she chuckled. "Mom!" Jihoon yelled and you laughed at the situation. "Anyway I don't think you want to see my mom and dad after this day-". " actually I love them! And I want see them again" you said happily. " yeaaaah!" His mom shouted. Jihoon smiled at your words feeling happy. He grab your hand and kissed it.

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A true home (The hobbit Fanfic)

Chapter 6

Kate's Pov

It was absolute chaos. There were dwarves everywhere. They were taking all the food out of the pantry and we just brought that. Not to mention, Ren is going to get hangry soon.

I stood out of the way as Dad tried to stop them. I'm surprised I haven't fallen yet. As I walked to where the girls were, one of the dwarves pushed past me and knocked me over. I closed my eyes and braced myself to meet the floor but strong arms wrapped around my waist. I opened my eyes and looked up to see Fili holding me to his chest.

I blushed like crazy. He helped me stand up straight and I thanked him before turning and walking quickly to my sisters.

"Ooh la la, someone's got a crush on a certain blonde haired dwarf. Do I hear wedding bells? Can we be the bridesmaids?"

Lilith kept smirking at me while Renée hummed the bride's march. I hit them at the back of their heads and told them to shut up. We looked at the dwarves and sighed at the mess they were making. That's gonna be a lot of food to clean up. We just leaned against the wall and watched them act like animals but it was pretty funny.

Renée leaned against me and I knew that she was done with socialising for the next few days. Balin looked at us with a 'why aren't you eating' look and we just mouthed that we didn't want to disturb them. He just chuckled and waved us over, showing the space next to us.

I informed the girls and we manoeuvred our way to where he was and sat next to him. Since Ren and Lilith already ate, I got some meat and salad because I didn't feel like eating too much. I finished my food rather quickly and looked around the table. Balin introduced us to all of them and vice versa. They were very sweet and kind to us.

"So you are Mr Baggins daughter. How did you meet these two?"

Gloin asked, causing everyone to look at us. I looked at Renée because she's the best person to handle this.

Renée's POV

"Well that's a story. Let's hope my brain wont shut down this time. Kat lost her mom when she was two and Bilbo thought she was dead but really she was taken to an orphanage. My family adopted her a year later. But all good things come to an end. My parents died in an accident, causing my older brother, Kate and I to go to the orphanage where we stayed for two years. Lilith's mom then adopted us when Kat, I and my brother, Tommy, were 9 and we lived with her until we were around 20. But then just last year she passed away so yeah that's our story. Been together since we were 6."

I explained as I held Kate and Lilith's hand. Lilith looked down when I spoke of Mama's death. She still hasn't gotten over it.

"And you brother. What happened to him?"

Ori asked. I looked down, letting a single drop before wiping it and looked at them.

"He was killed when we were 18. He was walking home from work when someone threatened him with a knife and tried to mug him but when he refused, the guy stabbed him and ran. He left Tommy bleeding out on the floor in an alleyway. We found out a few hours later."

Kate was trying to keep herself together but I know she was having lots of trouble but that was the last straw for Lilith. She got up and left. It was too much for her.

Lilith and Tommy were very close. Hearing us talk about him hits a nerve because she hasn't gotten over it. She wanted to kill the guy responsible. After we lost Tommy, we all gave up a bit. Lily sorted doing weed and drinking, basically anything you can think of so numb the pain, Kate stopped eating and lost her spark.

Hell, she even stopped drawing and slept until 11 in the morning. I began self harming and staying in my room. My marks slipped and I slept all day. Mama couldn't handle that so she did everything she tried to stop our unhealthy habits.

She managed to help me get help after I was found lying on the floor, bleeding out from cutting my wrists and attempting suicide. It also seemed to make Kate realise the situation so she got back into art but she isn't eating as much as she should have. Lilith was the only one who just ignored mama and kept doing drugs and drinking. She even began sleeping around and having one-night stands which we didn't comment on because we didn't really mind that just as long as she was being careful and safe.

It was only after mama got sick that she stopped. She does smoke but not as much as before and she cooled down on the drinking. After we lost mom, she was tempted to go back to her old habits but we stopped her. Her death is still so painful for us so we aren't really over it. But we're trying and that's what is important.

All of the dwarves just looked at us with sombre looks but we have accepted our reality. Kate and I excused ourselves so we could check on Lilith and we found her sitting in the living room. She looked at us.

"I'm feeling a lot better, you two. I just needed to get out. It was a bit too stuffy. I promise I didn't do anything. I just had a smoke."

She got up and walked to us, pulling us into a hug. We returned it and pulled away before doing a special handshake that we had. We walked back to where Bilbo was and let's just say he was pissed. He was complaining about the dwarves to Gandalf. Ori then came up to me.

"Sorry, I hate to interrupt, but where should I put my plate?"

Fili then came up to him.

"Oh here you go Ori. Here, give it to me."

He then threw it at Kili who caught it while having a pipe in his hand and threw it into the kitchen.

We looked at the stack of clean dishes and over mouths flew open,

"What the actual fuck? That was so cool. You gotta teach us. Imagine how quickly we'd get the dishes down. Ooh I can see it now."

Lilith was literally fangirling but she's got a point. That was fucking brillant. Gandalf laughed at our childishness. We then heard a knock on the door. The entire room became stiff and serious and we all looked at the door.

"He's here" 

Oh boy. Here we go. Lets just hope Lily doesn't try to kill the guy. Not like the dwarves will allow that. This is gonna be interesting. The last thing I need is having to bury someone's body in the back yard because Lily couldn't control herself. Plus we read the book ad watched the movies so we know what's going to happen but even now its still feels like we never know what's going to happen. I just need to remember that I cant fall in love with Kili. I cant risk ruining the events of the story. Besides we were brought here for a reason and I think I know exactly what it is. I just pray to God or whoever the fuck is up there, that we wont fail because I don't think I can handle anymore death. 

[teacupsandcyanide]

Thank you for starting us off, Jack, here is a tumblr format cancellation doc for my evil lola (filipina grandmother)

On the week of my mother’s wedding my lola showed up in Australia looking absolutely busted and for some reason didn’t bring any clothes to wear to the wedding, so my mother had to drive her around town to buy an outfit. Then on the day of the wedding she made my mum and dad several hours late to their own wedding bc she conspired to not shower at all in the days leading up and so she looked even more busted than before and smelt awful. My mother had to basically hose her down in the shower

One time they all went to the Botanic Gardens in Brisbane and it took my parents and my lolo (grandfather) an hour to navigate the garden with my lola in the wheelchair. They finally found somewhere to eat and about five minutes after sitting down my lola announced, “okay. Let’s go” because she personally was bored

One of my lola’s favourite things to do was to assign jobs to people. Sometimes these jobs would be daily tasks but also sometimes she would assign you an entire career like some sort of over-involved fortune teller. She came to see us in Australia when I was about thirteen and by that time Dad had already been assigned to the career of aquaponics business developer (my dad was not a business developer and he did not professionally work in aquaponics. He had read one (1) book about aquaponics and made the mistake of mentioning this to Lola). The first thing she did when she saw 13-year-old me was to point at me with her walking stick and grunt “you keep your figure, become super model”

The aforementioned story that prompted this post also occurred during the above visit; my lola had my mum station her at the front of the house in her wheelchair, wrapped in many layers of knitwear like a wooly gargoyle. I have a very vivid memory of her swaddled in blankets and a big scarf with a beanie on so that the only clues you had that it wasn’t just a big pile of laundry were her beady little eyes. A friend of mine dropped by and said as she came in the door “hey I think there’s a homeless man outside your house”

I myself am an occasional wheelchair user and I don’t believe that my lola faked needing a wheelchair, but she was prone to suddenly disappearing on foot without a moment’s notice. As Lolo put it, most mornings she would wait for him to wake up and help her dress and get in her chair, and she’d often bully him about various shit the entire time because, as mic’s mike would say, she was a galactic threat level menace. But some mornings he’d wake up to ominous silence and roll over and find that, as he described it to my dad, “mama. She is gone.”

On multiple occasions she started nonsense that nearly ended or did end in people getting shot

She made regular phone calls to my mother and my mother, who herself is if not a galactic threat level menace at least a global threat level menace, would not pick up the phone. Lola always left the exact same voicemail on the answering machine every time and this was in the days of a shared family home phone, so frequently I or Dad would check the answering machine to hear an evil frog voice saying “[Name of my mother]. This is Mama. Philippines. Please call.” I always found it confusing and pretty funny that Lola would always state the country she was calling from, as if she thought my mum might ??? forget where she was born???

Leading on from the last point, everyone in the house dreaded these voicemails and like I said she sounded like an evil frog and she basically was an evil frog so they always sounded more menacing to us than they might to others. Now. One week Lola had a bad cold and coughed while leaving her customary message. But because those messages sounded so menacing already, what it sounded when we played the machine back was: “[Name of my mother]. This is Mama. Philippines. Please call.” FOLLOWED BY LOUD CARTOON VILLAIN LAUGHTER. It took us a few replays to realise she wasn’t just cackling at us and was actually coughing. To this day I cannot think about or retell this story without laughing hysterically (I have been laughing while typing this) and I’ve never been able to fully capture just how unhinged it sounded. My dad and I remember it fondly on the reg

Funerals and death rites in the Philippines include wakes and are traditionally extremely expensive and it’s important, as it is in many countries, to have money set aside for that so your loved ones don’t have to go into debt to bury you. My lola had a funeral expenses fund saved away, but it was only after she passed that my mum and her siblings discovered that as one final fuck you, Lola had spent the entirety of her funeral fund years beforehand. She truly was laughing up at them from hell

Other stuff but I can’t get into it for legal reasons

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

What did Reynold do and why is it a wrap?

Oh, it's nothing dramatic. He was just a guy I knew in high school who would regularly do strange and unpredictable things, like ask people to play the guitar for him or suddenly decide he wanted to live on some island with no electricity for six months while wearing only white robes (this is not an exaggeration). It wasn't clear what prompted any of these bizarre ideas, but he had always been kinda wacky so we didn't think much about it except that it seemed pretty unusual behavior for someone to become very intensely interested in at random.

And then one day out of nowhere he stopped showing up to school, which was weird because he lived right down the street from me, so everyone figured something had happened to his family or whatever -- parents died? moved away? went bankrupt? nobody really knows. This went on for a long time until one night when my friends were sitting around talking about it and wondering if they should look into this guy's situation more closely or something, and I mentioned that Reynold was involved in Scientology, and immediately they all burst out laughing because it turns out everyone thought he was doing something else, and only I knew about the Scientology thing because Reynold tried to convert me once after saying "we have to talk" while walking alone through the woods behind our house on a snowy evening and I told him flatlyet I wasn't going anywhere without my friend as backup, and he said okay and walked off to go find another mark and never came back.

So yeah, that's what happened there. The story doesn't end there though: years later, I ran into one of my former teachers outside of the grocery store, and she asked how I was doing, and I started telling her about this job offer I got in Canada but was worried about taking because I needed health insurance coverage and didn't want to get stuck paying big medical bills if anything bad happened to me, and my teacher looked very concerned and asked where I got health insurance now, and I explained that my dad worked for a university and provided group coverage for us, and my teacher responded "oh, I hope you know your father has cancer," and I was like wait . . . what? So apparently even though Reynold left town years ago, he stayed active enough in Scientology circles that word of him having cancer spread among various old classmates, including my teacher, and none of them contacted the rest of us. That was a shitty way to learn about that.

Anyway, the whole thing seems a bit ridiculous in retrospect -- why did I pick Scientologists specifically out of all groups as "the ones who could be trying to recruit me"? And also, what was the deal with Reynold himself, anyway? But part of what makes it funny/memorable is the fact that it's such a total coincidence, which happens to be exactly the sort of thing I try to avoid creating with stories. Which isn't surprising, since I write fiction based on real events in order to keep myself grounded! I guess it worked for a little while there. :)

(In case anyone ever wants to read more about this guy, there is a documentary film made by two guys who followed him around for a year.)

[x3kristax3]

A/N: I'm not in love with this chapter but it's needed information for the next one.

After Duskwood- Chapter 15

I wake up in my bed and surprised to see Jake still in bed with me. I reach for my phone and see its only 8am. I try and sneak out of bed to let him sleep but he wraps his arm around me pulling me close. "Where do you think your going?" He asks.

"Bathroom and coffee," I say.

"Nope you can't leave me" he say squeezing me tight.

"Oh I can wake up alone but you cant?"

"Nope now shhh trying to sleep" he says.

There's a knock at the door "one minute" I say. Jake unhappily lets me go and sits up. I throw on shorts and open my door.

"You know what today is?" Asks Ashley.

"Its Tuesday" say Jake half asleep.

"Your funny… no its my birthday!" She screams!

"Oh that's today?" I say acting like I forgot.

"You promised me you and me time today" she says pouting.

"I know I didn't forget. Just give me a bit we just woke up" I say.

"No I want just you today," she says.

Jake looks a little bit annoyed but doesn't say anything "we will work it out. Go get your breakfast and get dressed" I say as she walks away I close the door.

"Your not gonna leave me all day right?" Jake asks

"No but I did promise her just us time today. One of my besties is still taking her to the concert for me on friday so i have to do something with her today" I say as I go into the closet. 

Jake gets up and follows me into the closet and pins me against the door. "You better not tease me" he says growling into my neck as he kisses it.

"Then you pick out an outfit and no jeans or leggings" I say with a laugh. "Also we do need to talk about last night with the knife.

He starts looking around finds a tshirt thats big and is looking for bottoms but only finding jeans and leggings until he finds the sweatpants.

"When he picked us up you said there was nothing to worry about. Then you told me that and I just went to a dark place I used to always be in." He says

"No sweat either. We will work on things with us. Please know if any drunk stories with him happened because we were drunk" I say.

"That only leaves me with skirts and those shorts," he says.

"Yep pick your poison" I say as I sit on the dresser.

He grabs a pair of cut off shorts until he unfolds them and realize how little they are. He does that with all the shorts laying them out until he finds the longest pair "here we go," he says.

I kiss him "just know you picked your poison" I say as I go to shower. He joins me in the shower just kissing me and washing me down.

We finally get out and I get dressed. I tie up the shirt so it doesn't cover the shorts. 

"You gotta be kidding me" he says watching me.

"I told you to pick your poison" I say as I lean in and kiss him and do my makeup. "By the way if I was you I'd find something nice for tonight. Since it's her 16th birthday everyone is going to nice restaurant" I say. 

"Um all I have is black jeans, tshirts, and my hoodies" he states. 

“We’ll go out later just you and me" I say as I kiss him.

“What am I suppose to do? Don’t say get to know your dad and brother” he says.

“Actually I was going to say help my mom. She usually bakes us all our favorite cake for our birthdays to have after dinner and I know she already likes you so it won’t be horrible’ I say.

“That I can do. I used to bake with my mom” he says with a smile.

“I’ll determine that… I'm probably the pickiest in the house with baked goods” I say with a smile as I wrap my arms around him and ashley comes back into the room. 

“You ready MC?” she says.

“Yeah let me just grab coffee and a quick bite to eat” I say as Jake and I head to the kitchen.

We enter the kitchen and it’s just my mom. She’s cleaning up from breakfast and getting the stuff ready for the cake “hey mom  is it okay if Jake helps you with the cake while I take Ash out for some her and me time for her birthday?” I ask as I grab two coffee cups and pour for Jake and I. 

“Sure honey” she looks at Jake. “do you know how to bake?”

“I do. I use to bake with my mom when she wasn’t busy working crazy hours before she got sick’ he says as he take a sip of the coffee.

I kiss his cheek “I'll see you later we won’t be super long cause I know you need to go get a shirt. Unless you want me to grab you something?”

‘Yeah but black” he says pulling me close. 

“I don’t know why your dad doesn’t like him” mom says.

“Cause of my past track record of bringing guys around. Sean has a point I don’t have the best record” I say as I grab a quick bite to eat and ashley and I head out the door.

Ashley and I pull into the mall.

“What we doing here?’ she asks.

“Its your 16th birthday. Angie took me here for mine so its only right I do the same” I say.

“What do you mean I've been to the mall” she says.

“Yeah but mom and dad always said you have to wait until your 16 to get your makeup expect for lipglosses and eye shadows so today is the day you get to get everything else and some new stuff of those. Plus i’m pampering you to your nails and a pedi” I say with a smile.

“Your the best!” she says as she hugs me in the car.

“We also have to get you a dress for tonight’s dinner and Jake a shirt,” I say.

“You need something too,” she says.

“Nope it's your birthday I already know what dress I’m wearing” I say as we get out and out of habit I look around for anyone watching me.

“Why do you always look around since you came back?” ashley asks.

‘Jake was wanted for a long time. I helped him become free so he could come with me anywhere we want to go. And it’s just a habit’ I say, `I hope you never pick up of mine okay?”

‘So don’t get me involved with the wrong kind of guys” she says with a laugh.

“Exactly but don’t put a wall up so high that the right guy doesn't want to break it down’.

Ashley and I have a fun couple hours in the mall and grab a lunch before we head back home.

[daredevil-1910]

A familiar Visitor

Another story i promised a long time ago, well ill be posting it little by little, so if you are interested definitely check often.

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Joseph walked up the steps leading to Dizzy’s shop. He was excited, he found some arts and crafty things for Dizzy and couldn’t wait to give it to her. He had left his motorcycle close to the shop but anything could happen in this place, so he was also a little worried over that.

His boots stomped on the last step, it was made of metal so it was fairly loud. He heard voices inside, they were talking a little too fast for him to understand but the voices were getting a little loud and he heard something fall, so he reacted accordingly... he kicked the door open.

Dizzy looked up from the ground a little startled, then he noticed some purple hair, and he only knew one person that was bold enough to get their hair purple.

“Mal?” She looked once he said her name, a crooked smile adorning her face.

“Well its about time I ran into you!” she ran towards him and wrapped him tight in a hug. Joseph answered wrapped her in his arms too almost hiding the smaller girl in his hug.

“I missed my big brother” She whispered softly.

“Aww, Auradon got you soft?” He mocked her and chuckled a bit, which earned him a soft playful punch to his arm.

“You always gotta ruin it, idiot” she pushed him off

“So we aren’t going to talk about how the idiot just kicked down my door?”

 “Here this will make you feel better.” Joseph tossed the bag with the thing he found.

Dizzy dug through the bag and got excited when she saw the different colored stones and different metals her face lit with excitement.

“Thank you!!” she gave him a quick hug and went to work on the items she just got from Joseph.

“JO-JO, How’s the love life.” Mal asked sitting on one of the desks and Joseph sat on his usual chair near the window.

“Non-existent, ever since you guys left he’s been buried in work, because of his dad or trying to keep the peace around here, almost as if he was trying to avoid his life problems by being busy all the time” Dizzy answers before Joseph can, making sure he doesn’t lie all while looking down at the table instead of them, completely ignoring the Glare that was directed to her.

“Well that doesn’t sound healthy.” Mal mocked.

“Let’s change the subject, why are you here princess?” Joseph asked.

“Running from her problems, seems to run in the family” Dizzy commented again.

“Why don’t we go outside to talk” Joseph stood up and led his sister outside.

Leaning on the balcony, looking out into the ocean Joseph was quiet, much like he always is.

“What’s this about overworking?” Mal bumped into him

“Don’t really want to talk about it.” Joseph plastered a fake smile.

“How about you” Joseph asked right back, but she's got no answer.

“Yeah didn’t think so” He chuckled.

“How is she?” Joseph asked

“She’s fine, well she could be better, she, she’s handling it well.” Mal answered, and Joseph hung his head.

“I miss her Mal.” Joseph looked toward the big chunk of land that was far away.

“She misses you too.” Mal answered resting her head on his back.

“I wish things were different.” Joseph looked back down fiddling with a piece of string that came off his jacket

“Well, they could be.” Joseph looked up at her.

“What do you mean?” He asked her.

“Well, come with me.” Mal said with an excited tone that she failed to hide.

“It’s a little to late to invite me isn’t it.”

“Jo-“

“You know what, I gotta go, dad wants some things delivered.” He began to climb down the stairs when he ran into someone

"What are you doing here hook, and companion" Josephs eyes darted to the girl a few steps down, she was holding a sword and a hat that covered half of her face.

"You know why I'm here Joseph, the same as it has been for the past 6 months" Harry Hook took a step closer to Joseph but Joseph didn’t move, instead he just stared at him.

"Funny, I seem to remember last time you left you had a bleeding mouth and a black eye" His eyes lit and a smirk plastered on his face.

"Joey stop, I'll just give him what he wants" before Joseph could stop her, she climbed down the stairs and gave him the little money she made during the week. 

"Good, at least one of you has common sense," he turns in his heel and walks back down

"Still running errands for Uma or do you actually get to keep what you steal?" Mal asked, still standing on the same spot.

"Well, what a nice surprise." Harry turned back around a mocking grin on his face

"Hi Harry" Mal stood there, cool as a cucumber

"Just wait until Uma hears you are back; she is never going to give you back your old territory" Joseph opened his mouth to speak but Mal shot him a look that he rather not challenge. 

"Well, that’s OK, because I will be taking it" Mal threatened and Joseph looked at her confused, to his understanding Mal was going to be leaving.

"You know what, I'm leaving, I'm not dealing with this asshole right now" Joseph walked past Harry and The unidentified stranger pulling his keys from his pocket.

"Oh, you aren’t going nowhere pretty boy" That voice was so familiar,

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@the-second-tonks@arquitecturadelanada@moonrainbowfish

[tun01562]

Family Values Scipt

By: Laila Akili

10/22/23

Cast:

Mom (Yvonne Doubois)- black French-American, early 40s

Harleen Doubois- black French-American, mid teens

Setting & Time: In the kitchen of the the Doubois home

HARLEEN walks into the house coming in with multiple shopping/grocery bags on their arms looking overwhelmingly flustered and slightly annoyed as they make their way to the kitchen. In the kitchen MOM is cooking lunch.

HARLEEN: (somewhat out of breath, dropping the bags to the floor) Jésus Christ. Il fait chaud comme l'enfer! [Jesus Christ! It’s hot as hell!]

MOM: (not looking up from the meal they are preparing) Don’t say hell, Leeny.

HARLEEN: Ma, hell isn’t a bad word, it’s just a place. (finally catching her breath, as they reach for some of the food MOM is making)

MOM: Aht, aht. (smacking her daughter’s hand away)

HARLEEN: Ow! (moving their hand as they reach for a bag on the kitchen island) 

MOM: (slightly stern) Harleen. Stop reaching for stuff that isn’t yours.

HARLEEN: I’ve been out all day running errands in this heat and carried all this stuff by myself. You coulda helped a girl out. 

MOM: (with uppity sarcasm) You’re young and spry. I had so much faith in you bringing in those bags, that I decided to stay in here and cook lunch for my magnificent daughter. (smiling) Also you the one that chose to wear a sweatshirt and pants.

HARLEEN: (rebutting with sarcasm) Ha…funny. C’est Octobre, I thought it’d be cold [It’s October], but should’ve known better. Gotta love that global warming! (looking at the bag, while stealing food from the cutting board) Who’s it for anyway?

MOM: The stuff wrapped in the bag is for a client, Leeny.

HARLEEN: Mais, qui pensait? [But, who though?]

MOM: C’est pour Bradley et Oslo. [It’s for Bradley and Oslo.]

HARLEEN: (questionably) I thought Bradley’s husband was named Cillian?

MOM: (making a face) Well, that’s his ex husband’s name.

(HARLEEN’s eyes widen)

MOM: Long story short, I saw an old coworker at the market while I was looking for some saffron and some pots and baking sheets. So of course we started chatting. It was Ms. Amy; long red hair, big ol’ glasses, really tall, always wearing them big hoops… Any who. I was like, “I was just going to check in on you, how ya doing? What’s happening at the firm?” And they were like, “Nothing crazy, except for the whole Bradley thing.” And of course me being me, I asked what it was. Then she told me Bradley ain’t with Cillian no more. So I’m standing there puzzled… So he got remarried and didn’t tell anyone? I was like what happened to his husband and kids?

HARLEEN: (in shock) Oh…well…that’s…disappointing.

MOM: I mean who would do such a thing, those poor children…

HARLEEN: (serious) Uh, your mom. Your own mother would do ‘such a thing’. Hell, even your own husband would do such a thing, and your father.

MOM: Tu sais quoi [You know what] Harleen, just scrap it alright.

HARLEEN: Bradley and Cillian’s kids will be fine, they’re smart kids. I mean, I turned out fine despite everything. You were always there, working hard, for every year of my life. Dad, Nana, Pops, they didn’t do nothing besides send us that nasty ass jello from Spain. I mean, where were they three years ago when you got sick, huh?! (MOM stops cooking and looks up) They were just traveling the world getting tickets and passes for their next adventure. Please… Those people are menaces, and they don’t deserve you! “Oh, Bonnie, nous sommes vraiment désolés de ne pas avoir pu être là lorsque tu as subi une opération chirurgicale majeure, nous avons juste dû aller voir le Louvre et prendre de la gelée, et voir La Joconde.” [Oh, Bonnie, we are so sorry we couldn’t be there when you had major surgery, we just had to go see Le Louvre and get some jello, and see La Joconde.] They can go to hell! We lived there for years, they coulda seen the damn painting then. And what’s up with old people wanting jello?! (calming down, slight pause) It’s easy to eat I guess…

MOM: (looks intensely, then bursts into laughter) Ahahahaha.“C'est quoi ces vieux et la gelée? [What’s with old people and jello?]” (laughter) Leeny, you really funny! Maybe them sending jello is a sign of love for ol’ folk. I mean, I’d give my grandkids a pound of fancy ass Spanish jello. 

 HARLEEN: Ma!

MOM: Lenny, I think…I…I know that things were hard when everything happened. But I will say Dad pulled through in the end, sorta kinda. (pause, slightly talking under their breath) Menaces to society is never singular, always plural, should’ve known better. (speaking back at their daughter) Weirdly enough, I was happy that it happened, helped me realize what and who was truly important. Et cette personne, c'est toi, Harleen. [And that person is you, Harleen.] You were always there, you helped me see life differently and I wouldn’t have started my business without your motivation. Now everything is exactly how it should be…Je t’aime Leeny. 

(HARLEEN making their way around the kitchen island standing in front of MOM)

HARLEEN: He shoulda been… all of them shoulda been there from the beginning. Ils ne te méritent pas. [They don’t deserve you.] (a pause, giving a warm hug) Je t’aime Ma. 

END

[dankqueef]

I ended up at mohos house. I was feeling down and just popped in. Mostly was talking with his mom. Was really nice actually, if a bit awkward. I chatted with his sister and mom. His sister had gotten married, new last name was like, DeMonto or something. An awkward moment where I clarified that she had gotten married. Pretty realistic chatting for a dream. I told a story or two about moho. Eventually conversation just kind of died off and I just chilled. Jody at one point asks me if I'm just gonna sit there; or something to that effect. I say well maybe. Kind of just. Idk. Chilling. Existing. Then a bunch of their friends showed up and sat down at the table to eat food, and a few went to the tv to play smash. I walked over to the kitchen to grab a water cuz I figured it would make Jody happy. Their Dad comes thru and gives me a weird fist bump thing. Like a secret handshake but all fist. Also definitely not their dad but I thought it was in the dream. They kept all of their glasses in the cabinet prefilled with water and ice, which was weird. I walked past the table and Terf Alex was there and froze while eating as we made eye contact. She said something like "Let me eat first" and then I just walked away. I pulled out my gameboy advance and wasplayomg on their couch. Judy started playing custom Kaizo mario levels on the tv. My music kept going on for some reason. I think someone asked what I was playing and I responded "pokemon Scarlet" on the gameboy I guess. Everyone kind of disappears after a bit long of mulling around and I'm about to leave. One guy is asking me where the bathroom is. I point him behind the stairs where theres two actually. I get kind of lost in their house for a moment before making it back to the living room to say goodbye. The furniture has been like pushed aside. And noone is out there so I just kind of stand there confused. Apparently there are a few bathrooms attached to that room and everyone had gone into them. I see Alex and who I'm guessing was her boyfriend come out of one, naked. I dont really know what to do so I just stand there. Then everyone does the same. And I surrounded by naked people. The boyfriend asks me if I'm staying and I say no I was just gonna chill for a hit longer then head out. I turn around to the kitchen not really caring that Alex didnt get a chance to yell at me or whatever. Or that everyone took a shower in their like 10 bathrooms. And theres a bunch of naked people behind me too. I start walking past then when one girl says

"It's an orgy."

And I feel real embarrassed. I start walking out and a shitload of people are pouring in. I walk past a bunch of people I know and just dont make eye contact. Thinking about how this'll be a funny story I leave. I get stopped by a bouncer because apparently I need to sign out. The front of their house has turned into a makeshift entryway.

I'm getting tired again so I'm gonna wrap this up. I just talked to them for a bit. The end.

Ok later the only part of the dream I remember is my dad talking about how he was getting into 8chan.

[z-iridest]

My Hero Academia- I Am Phoenix:

Chapter 11- The Sports Festival, Part 3

Not too long after Present Mic made the announcement for lunch, Todoroki walked over to Midoriya and said something to him before the two boys walked off. My brow furrowed a bit. What did Todoroki want with him? I glanced up in the stands to try to find Dad and spotted the one person I'd hoped would stay an awful memory....

Akako Yūgure still had eyes redder than the blood he was able to manipulate, his dark red hair cut shorter than I remembered it being. I repressed a shudder at the sight of him and turned away, leaving the arena. Of course he'd gotten in with everyone else to watch the Sports Festival... While my classmates chatted amongst themselves, I tried to find Midoriya and Todoroki. I didn't feel safe being alone...

I looked for a while until I decided to give up, heading back toward the cafeteria. But, just as I was about to reach the doors, I heard his voice calling out to me. "Babe!" I groaned at the use of the pet name and stopped, turning to face him.

"You know what you're supposed to call me, Yūgure, we're not together anymore." I glared at him as he approached me. He was easily a whole foot taller than me, but for the moment, I didn't care. This was the same person who'd hurt me for two years, I wasn't gonna let him off that easily.

"Hino, baby, don't be like that..." He reached out to tuck my hair behind my ear, but I shoved him away.

"It's Yagi to you... You're the one who hurt me, and I chose not to put up with it anymore, there's nothing more to say."

"Give me another chance, Hino, I've changed..."

"Well, that's hilarious, because you're pulling the same crap you pulled back in junior high. I'm not giving you another chance to hurt me yet again." I interrupted him. "This conversation is over." I turned back around to leave before he said something that made goosebumps cover my skin...

"What's funny is how easily you forgot I can make you do anything I want." Akako told me.

(A/N: From here, a trigger warning is in effect. The following situation contains abuse via a quirk. If this is at all triggering, please scroll to the next red A/N. If not, please feel free to continue)

My breath got caught in my throat as my blood turned boiling hot, making me grit my teeth as my body went rigid, my body moving back to him on its own. "You didn't really think you could get away from me that easily, did you?" I said nothing in reply, glaring at him as I attempted to struggle. "Don't scream or I'll hurt you worse than I did when we were together." He snarled a threat into my ear before wrapping one arm around me and starting to lean into me. For one, small moment, his control slipped and I headbutted him as hard as I could, causing him to cry out in pain and let go of me. I got a few feet away, panting. Since the pro heroes patrolling were on a lunch break, I only had two options, and not a lot of time before he recovered. Either I go get Aizawa, or I get Iida or one of the boys from my class, and I didn't know who was closer....

Fuck it. I started running for the cafeteria again, only to scream in pain as he used his powers on me to drag me back to him again. I didn't mean to scream, especially not as loud as I had, but somebody had to have heard that.... Unfortunately, it also pissed off Akako. He glared at me. "You little bitch, I warned you what was going to happen!" He stiffened his fingers, making an intense pain sear my body as I crumpled to the ground, screaming in pain.

(A/N: Okay, should be good to go ^^ Enjoy the rest of the story!)

He raised his hand to hit me, making me flinch. I should have stayed with the girls or tried harder to find Dad...

"WHAT THE CRAP DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" An explosion rocked through the air, making me watch as a blue blur rocketed over me before a familiar orange and black boot made contact with Akako's face. I would have laughed if I wasn't trying to catch my breath from the pain... Akako stumbled back, glaring at Bakugo.

"This doesn't have anything to do with you, Blondie, get lost. My girlfriend and I are just having a little talk, that's all." Akako tried to make up the same excuses he always did when someone confronted him about the bruises he caused me. As I forced myself to sit up, I saw a pair of light blue sneakers step in front of me. Wait, Todoroki?

"Your girlfriend? You mean our girl?!" Bakugo was practically nose to nose with him at that point as they both shouted at Akako. Their girl? What-

"It didn't look like the two of you were just talking." Todoroki glared, interrupting my thoughts before I could finish them.

"I suggest you leave, extra. The only reason I'm not kicking your ass right now for hurting her is because we're on school grounds. You even look at her again and I'll kill you." Bakugo growled. Akako glared at him as I stood up, Todoroki keeping me behind him. After a minute, Akako put his hands up in surrender.

"Fine, I'll leave." He then glared at me. "Remember, birdie, this isn't over. Not by a long shot." He told me before walking away. I got up as he left, hugging myself.

"Are you okay?" Todoroki asked. In reality, I wasn't, but I wasn't about to let them know that. I nodded numbly.

"You don't look okay, dumbass." Bakugo huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm sorry... I should have tried harder to fight him..."

"Shut up, idiot. He was using his quirk on you, it didn't look like you could fight back." Bakugo interrupted before I could go any further. It was quiet for a minute before Todoroki spoke up.

"What kind of quirk does he have anyway?" Todoroki questioned.

"B-Bloodwork... It lets him reach into the bodies of anything with blood and control them like a puppet master. They have to be in his line of sight for it to work, though." I answered after a second. I flinched involuntarily when Bakugo reached out to grab my arm, being reminded of the times Akako would drag me by my arm after using his quirk on me... I saw Bakugo hesitate with a look of realization before he dropped his hand. Damn it...

"Yagi." Todoroki's voice was soft as he held out his hand, palm up. "Is it okay if I look at your arms? Make sure you're not hurt?" Todoroki asked. I nodded, holding out my arm and letting him roll up the sleeves of my jacket. I watched as he checked me over with Bakugo joining his side. Todoroki's touch was gentle, as if he was scared to hurt me. I knew the damage was gonna be the worst on my back and chest since that's where he focused his quirk on most of the time, and I heard Bakugo growl under his breath. "You have slight bruising on your arms..."

"Oh, i-it's nothing, I'm fine..." I started to shrug it off, but I was cut off as I watched Todoroki hold my hand in his left and used his right to ice the bruises.

"Get to Recovery Girl and then get some food, idiot. Judging by the front of your neck, he did more extensive damage that we can't see." Bakugo informed me, making me touch my throat subconsciously.

"Do you want us to go with you?" Todoroki offered.

"Wait a second, have you guys eaten?" I asked.

"I have." Todoroki and Bakugo said at the same time.

"Just let Icy Hot take you, I'll grab some food for you to eat when you come back." Bakugo told me before stalking off. I blinked before Todoroki led the way to Recovery Girl's office. What was with those two? They usually kept to themselves, Bakugo usually seemed like he hated me, but now all of a sudden, they were protecting me? Why? The walk to Recovery Girl's office was quiet... That is, until Todoroki spoke again.

"How long did he hurt you like that?"

"Maybe about two minutes before you guys showed up? It's a little hard to keep track of time when-"

"That's not what I meant and you know it." He interrupted me. "You were obviously afraid of him, in a way no one should be afraid. The way you reacted... It felt like you knew him for a long time, but he looked happier about seeing you than you did seeing him. How long did he hurt you during the time you were with him?" He looked at me as he questioned me again, almost as if daring me to lie to him. I looked away from him, remembering when Akako first asked me out in our first year of middle school. I'd had a crush on him at the time since elementary school....

"A couple years... It started a couple months after we started dating, and it didn't end until I broke up with him the summer before our third year in middle school. I had to beg my Dad to let me change schools without telling him why."

"Why didn't you tell your Dad what happened?"

"I knew what Dad would do.... Besides, Yugūre said he'd kill me if I ever told anyone." I bumped into him, not noticing that he'd stopped. "S-sorry, I-"

"Yagi, you know you're safe now, right? No one at UA would let anyone hurt us, and they're training us to handle villains..."

"Yeah, I know... The only problem is, he's the one person I feel helpless against." I don't know why that came out of my mouth, I really didn't. But, I wasn't expecting what came next.

"Then let me fight for you the next time he tries anything." He sounded dead serious, and when I looked at him, he looked... Surprised at himself almost. I opened my mouth to ask him if he meant it, but the door to Recovery Girl's office opened.

"Well, hello again, Hinotori.... Oh, dear, let's get that bruising taken care of. Whatever happened, dear?" Recovery Girl asked me, looking worried.

"It's a long story." I answered. But as I took a step forward, I stopped, turning to Todoroki to find him watching me. "Thank you, Todoroki. For earlier and now, I mean." I thanked him before going inside Recovery Girl's office. I sat down on one of the beds in the room, only to find Recovery Girl looking at me with a raised eyebrow, silently asking me to explain what happened. I sighed softly.

"Long story short, I ran into someone I used to know outside the cafeteria. His quirk did this when he used it on me." I explained as I shrugged off my PE jacket.

"Oh dear, the bruising's worse than it looks..." With a smooch to my cheek, Recovery Girl activated her quirk, and I watched as the skin on my arms returned to normal... Though, I felt tired when the process was complete. "There we go, now, you eat this. As helpful as my quirk is, it uses the natural energy from the body to heal you." She reached into her pocket and opened a candy dispenser, dropping a piece into my palm before I popped into my mouth. "From the sounds of it, the bruising is something you're used to... Something you shouldn't be used to, at that." I hesitated before nodding. "Also, it doesn't seem like just someone that you used to know, judging by the look on your face at the moment."

"Yeah... I dated him for a while." I shook my head. "I feel stupid now, the warning signs were so obvious, and I almost lost a friend over him. I used to think that I deserved it, let him knock me down verbally and physically day in and day out. But, one day, I woke up and asked myself what the hell I was thinking, letting someone push me around like that... I got a bad beating that day when I broke things off, but it was worth the feeling of freedom I had afterward." I told her.

"There's a saying I know about that." Recovery Girl sat in her arm chair. "We can't always see the color of a red flag unless we step back. Once we're away from the situation, it's easier to see what's the truth."

"Yeah, sometimes love really is blind..." I trailed off, running a hand through my hair. "I don't think I'm gonna love again... What's the point if I give someone a hundred percent and all I get is hurt?" I dropped my hands to my lap.

"That is up to you, dear, but I don't think you should let that define love for you. You know that wasn't love, and you know it wasn't your fault." Recovery Girl told me, placing her hand over mine. I looked up at her, causing her to smile and gave my hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. Before I could say anything in reply, Bakugo opened the door.

"There you are, idiot. Here." He shoved a bowl into my hands, and when I was able to actually look, I saw katsudon in the bowl. How'd he know? I looked up at him questioningly, making him scoff. "Tch, just eat, dumbass." He told me before he said a quiet hello to Recovery Girl and walked out. I blinked a minute before my stomach rumbled and I began eating. It'd been a while since I had katsudon, the last I ever ate it being my mom's recipe...

"You know, if I remember correctly, your mother ate katsudon for lunch nearly everyday. I think most girls were jealous of her because she never seemed to gain a pound."

"I can see why she ate it everyday, it's good fuel after or before a workout, honestly." I shrugged. She smiled a bit.

"That's what she said too." Recovery Girl told me. It was quiet for a minute before it hit me. She probably knew what Dad was like too....

"What was Dad like?" I asked.

"A lot like Midoriya, kept to himself, quiet, but people flocked to him naturally. All Might and Asuka were attached at the hip back in those days too. If All Might got hurt, she was the one hauling him in while giving him an earful about not being so careless. When they graduated, I thought they would get married someday... It was obvious to me that he loved Asuka very much..." She looked out the window. "But, nothing ever came of it. All Might remained friends with your mother, but he told me he lost contact with her for a couple years. When they reconnected, she was pregnant with a little baby and didn't want to talk about what had happened." I set my bowl off to the side for the moment, hanging on Recovery Girl's every word. I should have figured Dad had been in love with Mom from the beginning, but why hadn't he told her even after I entered the picture? "The day you were born, I watched All Might blossom from a professional hero rising in the ranks to a father figure in a child's life. It was almost as if he started fighting even harder for his sweet girl." She smiled before it dropped. "Though, when we heard the news about your mother, I knew he must have been heartbroken. But, he still put on a smile for everyone else. I'm not sure if he's ever taken the time to properly grieve, even after all this time."

"Honestly, I don't think either of us have... A week after Mom died, I asked Dad to start training me. It kept us both distracted." I replied, looking at her. Shaking my head, I stood up. "Anyway, I better take this back to the cafeteria. Thank you, Recovery Girl."

"Of course, dear." She smiled. I gave a small smile before I left. Again, not smart to walk by myself, but I didn't have a choice at this point. Before I got too far, though, I heard the sound of Iida's engines and turned.

"Yagi, are you all right?! The girls told me they saw someone attack you." Iida asked. The poor guy looked so panic stricken...

"I'm okay, I just finished up with Recovery Girl. It wasn't anything too serious, just a run in with my ex." I shrugged a bit. "Actually, since Bakugo brought me food, I'm taking this back to Lunch Rush." I held up the empty bowl and chopsticks.

"Allow me to accompany you, as class president, it's my duty to ensure that the incident doesn't repeat itself." Iida told me, hand motions and all. I opened my mouth to say I was fine, but if Akako was still prowling around, it was probably a better idea to have Iida with me.

"Okay, sure. I could use the company." I smiled. He beamed back before we walked together. After a minute, I spoke up again. "Have you heard anything from your brother? He's probably watching the Sports Festival, right?" I asked.

"I did try to call him, but no answer. He must be on patrol right now." Iida answered. I nodded.

"Hopefully everything's going well." I replied. I didn't say it out loud, but I knew firsthand just how bad patrols could go if things took the wrong turn. I didn't know it at the time, but that one, innocent little remark was gonna come back to bite me in the ass and then some...

Just as I returned the dishes to Lunch Rush, I heard footsteps coming toward us. "Hino!" I heard Ururaka call my name. I smiled at Iida.

"Thanks, Iida."

"Of course. I'll see you in the next round." Iida smiled back before leaving me with the girls. When I turned around, I saw that the girls were dressed in orange cheerleading outfits.

"What... The hell... Are you wearing?" I questioned, looking at all my classmates. It had white across the chest, the UA letters in green and gold. The skirts were way too short for my liking...

"They're the cheerleading uniforms."

"Yeah, Ururaka, I see that. What I mean is why are they on you?"

"Aizawa said that the girls were to wear the cheerleading outfits." Yayorozu told me. "I made one for you."

"I sure as hell don't remember that happening, who told you guys that?" I asked.

"Mineta and Kaminari reminded us..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Mineta and Kaminari?" I asked. The girls nodded. "Okay, girls, this sounds like a perverted scheme to me."

"Come on, Hino, it'll be more fun if all of us do it... Pleeeeease?" Ururaka asked. Pretty soon, I found all five girls (sorry Hagakure!) were pouting at me in a begging look. I opened my mouth but no sound came out. What the hell was I supposed to do? I shook my head.

"Girls, come on, no. I don't trust Mineta or Kaminari, nothing you say or do is gonna work." I turned my back to them. Thankfully, before any of them could protest, the bell rung, making the students vacate the cafeteria, and thanks to that, the girls left me alone... Saved by the damn bell...

"GET THOSE FOAM FINGERS IN THE AIR! IT'S ALMOST TIME FOR THE LAST ROUND! BUT, BEFORE THAT, GOOD NEWS TO ANYONE WHO DIDN'T MAKE THE FINALS. SINCE THIS IS THE SPORTS FESTIVAL, WE'VE PREPARED SOME SUPER FUN SIDE GAMES EVERYONE CAN PARTICIPATE IN! WE EVEN BROUGHT IN CHEERLEADERS FROM AMERICA TO GET YOUR BLOOD PUMPING! Wh- Hold up."

"What're they doing?" Aizawa sounded just as confused as Present Mic, and I suddenly felt thankful that I hadn't worn the stupid outfit, but Aizawa's confusion made all six of my poor female classmates looked embarrassed.

"LOOKS LIKE CLASS 1-A'S GOIN' FULL ON FAN SERVICE!" Just as I thought, it was all just a perverted scheme. I formed a fire whip and cracked it, making sure it snapped right at Kaminari and Mineta's ears, making them yelp. Meanwhile, Yayorozu was just as pissed.

"WHAT?! YOU TRICKED US?! YOU'RE GONNA REGRET THIS!" Yayorozu threatened as I joined her side. She dropped to her knees. "Why is it that I always fall for that little pervert's schemes?" Yayorozu asked herself as Ururaka and I tried to comfort her. "I even used my quirk to make these outfits..." Jirou threw her pom poms down.

"UGH! I hate those guys!" She shouted as she hugged herself. The total opposite of Jirou, Hagakure raised hers into the air.

"Well, we do have a little time before the finals start, and I kinda like these uniforms, so... How bout we just roll with it?!"

"Are you crazy?!" Jirou countered as Hagakure danced in place a bit. I had to admit, for someone who was invisible, she really was adorable...

"Wow, Toru, you've got skills." Tsu admired her. The crowd cheered as Present Mic continued.

"HAVE FUN COMPETING IN THESE LITTLE SIDE GAMES, EVERYONE! AFTER THEY'RE OVER, THE 16 STUDENTS FROM THE TOP FOUR TEAMS WILL BE DUKING IT OUT ONE ON ONE IN A TOURNAMENT STYLE FIGHTING COMPETITION! I PROMISE YOU'RE NOT GONNA WANNA MISS THESE EPIC MATCHUPS!"

"Aw, yeah! Finally getting the chance to show what we're made of." Kirishima took a big breath, making me smile a bit. "I watch these finals every year and now, I'm actually in them!" Kirishima exclaimed in excitement.

"So, wait, is it always a tournament?" Mina asked. I nodded.

"The final's always a one on one competition, but they switch it up every time." Sero explained.

"Last year was a foam sword fighting match." I finished, suddenly thinking how fun it would be to beat Bakugo to death with a foam sword....

"Come closer and draw lots to see who you're up against. Then enjoy the pleasure of the recreational games before we start. The 16 finalists have the option of participating in those activities or sitting out to prepare for battle. I'm sure you all want to conserve your stamina. I'll start with the first place team." Midnight told us. Before she could step toward them, Ojiro spoke up.

"Um, excuse me..." He raised his hand. "Sorry, but I'm withdrawing."

"Ojiro, no way!" Midoriya exclaimed.

"Ojiro, what's going through your head?" I asked.

"This is a rare chance for you to get scouted..." Iida pointed out.

"It just wouldn't be right. I barely remember anything from the cavalry battle until the very end of it." He admitted. "I... Think it was that guy's Quirk..." Wait, which team was Ojiro with again? "I know this is a great opportunity, but my conscience won't let me..."

"Just think about this..." Midoriya trailed off.

"I have, okay?" He clenched his fist, looking at it. "Everyone gave their all in the second round, but I was just someone's puppet. No way. I don't wanna advance if I don't even know how I got here. It wouldn't be fair."

"You're making way too much of this!" Hagakure exclaimed, her voice pleading with him to reconsider. "Just kill it in the finals and prove you should be here."

"Yeah, what she said." Mina piped up. "I didn't do much in the battle either..."

"That's not it." Ojiro covered his face. "I'm talking about my pride here. I refuse to give that up." He hesitated for a minute before he asked, "Also, why are all the girls except for Yagi dressed like cheerleaders?" That made us all deadpan.

"Don't ask." I plainly answered. A shorter boy walked up to Midnight.

"Nirengeki Shoda from Class 1-B... I think I should withdraw for the exact same reason. Regardless of how strong I am, this isn't how I wanted to get here... It would go against the values of the festival to advance without earning my spot." He spoke. Kirishima teared up a bit from between Bakugo and Sero.

"Listen to these guys... They're so manly!" He exclaimed.

"Well, now, here's another weird turn of events." Present Mic wasn't exclaiming in excitement like earlier, sounding calmer.

"We'll have to see what Midnight has to say about all this- She's the one in charge." Aizawa followed up. A moment of silence passed for a second.

"This sort of talk is incredibly naive, my boys. That turns me on! Shoda! Ojiro! You're withdrawn!" Midnight exclaimed. Did she just say it turns her on? I thought, looking at my classmates. From the looks on their faces, they thought the same thing. Aoyama put a hand on Ojiro's shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'll win it for you." He promised, though it made me snort.

"Now, let's see... We'll have to move two students up from the fifth place calvary team so we have enough contestants." Midnight mused.

"We were frozen most of the time... Honestly, we barely did anything in the Calvary battle... Isn't that right?" The carrot top turned to her teammates, who agreed with her. "You should choose from the team who kept fighting the whole time, Team Tetsutetsu." The silver head turned in surprise to face her.

"Kendo!"

"I'm not doing this as a favor, it's just fair." Kendo replied.

"Seriously, you guys! Thank you!" Just like Kirishima, Tetsutetsu teared up. I swear, it was like those two were twins....

"And so, Tetsutetsu and Shiozaki have advanced to the final!" Midnight gestured with her whip again. "Take a look at the bracket, my dears. These are your opponents!" Funny enough, one of the matchups was Kirishima vs Tetsutetsu.

"Seriously?! How does this keep happening?!" They exclaimed at the same time. I shook my head before seeing that Yayorozu was against Tokoyami, Mina was against Aoyama, Kaminari was against Shiozaki, Midoriya was against Shinsou in the first match of the first bracket, Sero was against Todoroki in the second match, meanwhile mine was against.... I exchanged glances with Iida.

"Better bring it." I told him.

"Only if you will." He replied. Ochaco was against Bakugo, and considering he didn't recognize anybody by their real name half the time, it was pretty funny seeing his confusion and her reaction to him.

"OKAY! LET'S PAUSE FOR A MOMENTARY INTERLUDE! BEFORE THE BATTLES BEGIN, IT'S TIME FOR SOME PULSE-POUNDING SIDE GAMES!" Present Mic was back to his excited self in no time. While the other girls who were participating in the finals cheered for the others, I left the arena, staying in the shade while thinking about how to beat Iida. Our class president's power was in speed, and using my flames against him wasn't a good idea unless the crowd wanted to get burned... Maybe for a boost of speed when I needed it, but not for combat. I could easily keep up with him with my wings, but if he used that explosive speed again... I leaned back against the wall, closing my eyes. My head was starting to hurt from thinking too hard about this...

"After what happened at lunch, it's not exactly a good idea to be alone." I opened my eyes to see Todoroki standing next to me.

"Well, I'm not alone now." I scooted over and patted the spot next to me. Honestly I didn't think he would take the invitation, but he did, plopping down beside me. We sat in silence for a second. "How're you feeling? About the finals, I mean... Are you nervous at all?" Todoroki shook his head.

"I just want to win using only my left side... I'm not going to use that monster's quirk." He replied. I was silent for a minute, looking at my hand.

"Your flames aren't your father's, just like my wings aren't my mother's." I created a flame in my palm, twisting and turning my hand until I formed a Phoenix. "Your flames are all yours, part of you. Maybe it's not a part of you that you like or think it's bad, but instead of trying to suppress it, it's better to make room for it since it's still part of you..." When I looked at him, he looked confused. I groaned and dropped my head. "Nothing I'm saying is making sense, is it?" I asked. I sighed, looking up at the sky after no vocal reaction came from him before dispersing the flames I'd created and looked at him again. "Look, all I'm saying is that being a hero means giving it your all. If you only use half your power, what's the point?" I asked, facing him. Hesitantly, I placed a hand over his. "Your fire, and your ice, they're the powers that you can use to determine what kind of hero you want to be. Not even your father has the power to decide for you." I told him. "At least think about it, okay?" I gave his hand a gentle squeeze before letting go and standing up as the crowd cheered from the stadium. "I'll see you in the finals." I told him before I started walking back.

I knew words alone weren't gonna convince him, but maybe if I gave it my all against him and showed him... I sighed softly. If I was going to end up fighting him, it wasn't going to be easy, especially if he used his flames against me as well as his ice... I happened to look up at that moment, seeing the number two hero himself... His face was mostly masked by his flames, and at 6 foot 5, he towered over me. He had crimson red hair, just like the left side of Todoroki's hair, and his turquoise eyes were filled with hatred for my father, the person who always one uped him. Endeavor was a good hero, I'll give him that much. He had the highest number of solved cases, and intimidated most villains he went up against in about 5 seconds. The only thing really keeping him in second place was the public's approval of him. Just like he intimidated villains, most citizens were terrified of him. As a kid, I used to be one of them... Now, though... Not so much. He saw me and we both stopped. "So, you must be All Might's girl. My son will defeat you and your father, it's what's destined for him." He spoke after a moment, his voice a deep baritone. He started to walk away before I started to reply, making him stop in his tracks.

"Destined for him? You mean what you want for him? He's not you, and I'm not my dad." I turned to look at him, the glare still there. He was looking at me from over his shoulder. "So, don't treat either of us like it." I started to walk away, leaving him with words that were bitter. "Maybe if you treated him more like a son and less like a tool for your dreams, you'd have more respect from him."

Before long, I had calmed down, joining my classmates in the stands with a small smile as Present Mic introduced the start of the final round. "HEY SPORTS FANS, ARE YOU READY?!" The crowd cheered in response before Present Mic continued. "AFTER ALL THE ACTION YOU'RE ALREADY WITNESSED, IT'S TIME FOR THE REAL BATTLES TO BEGIN! CAN YOU FEEL THE EXCITEMENT?! OUR COMPETITORS ARE ON THEIR OWN NOW! SOMETIMES HEROES HAVE ONLY THEMSELVES TO RELY ON! HEART, SKILL, STRENGTH, WISDOM, COURAGE... THEY'LL HAVE TO USE ALL OF THESE THINGS TO RISE TO THE TOP!" Midoriya must be feeling nervous right about now, being in the first match and all... A scoff brought me out of my thoughts, and when I looked over to my left, I saw Bakugo next to me. Before I could say anything to him though, the torches on the arena Cementoss had created ignited, Present Mic taking it as the signal to start the matches. "ALL RIGHT, AUDIENCE! LET'S CUT TO THE GOOD STUFF AND NOT DELAY THESE FINALS ANY LONGER! WELCOME OUR FIRST FIGHTERS!" A picture of the two boys popped up, and I grimaced when I saw that Midoriya's picture looked like he was surprised. "WHOA, HE LOOKS KINDA SCARED IN THAT PICTURE, DOESN'T HE?! IT'S IZUKU MIDORIYA FROM THE HERO COURSE VERSUS... HITOSHI SHINSOU FROM GENERAL STUDIES, WHO REALLY HASN'T DONE ANYTHING TO STAND OUT YET! THE RULES ARE SIMPLE, IMMOBILIZE YOUR OPPONENT OR FORCE THEM OUT OF THE RING! YOU CAN ALSO WIN BY GETTING THE OTHER PERSON TO CRY UNCLE! BRING ON THE INJURIES, BECAUSE WE'VE GOT OUR VERY OWN RECOVERY GIRL WAITING ON STANDBY! SO, PUT YOUR MORALS ASIDE, AND DON'T BE AFRAID TO FIGHT DIRTY!" Just like I thought it would, that last remark made Bakugo smirk. Oh great.... "BUT, OF COURSE, NO LIFE THREATENING CRAP, FOLKS! IT'S NOT ALLOWED! REAL HEROES USE THEIR POWER TO THROW VILLAINS IN JAIL, NOT KILL THEM!"

"I'll stop anyone who tries to get too rough." Cementoss spoke up as he sat down in the chair he'd made.

"READY...." Before Present Mic could officially kick things off, I noticed Shinsou was talking to Midoriya... "BEGIN!" And the way Midoriya went from shocked to pissed off in a matter of three seconds. According to what Midoriya told me afterward, Shinsou had riled him up by talking crap about Ojiro... All I knew in that moment was that I never, ever, wanted to piss off Midoriya...

"DON'T YOU TALK ABOUT HIM THAT WAY!" Midoriya roared as he charged Shinsou, only to stop dead out of nowhere.

"What the hell?!" I exclaimed, leaning forward. Ojiro groaned in frustration as he stood up.

"I warned him not to say anything!" He exclaimed. Present Mic was just as confused as I was.

"HUH?! HEY, HEY, WHAT'S THE DEALIO?! THIS IS THE FIRST MATCH! IT SHOULD START OUT WITH A BANG! THE FINALS HAVE JUST BEGUN AND IZUKU MIDORIYA IS... COMPLETELY FROZEN?!" Ojiro wasn't the only one standing either, Iida and Ochaco also standing in shock. I stood up.

"MIDORIYA, SNAP OUT OF IT!" I tried shouting at him, but it was no use. He looked like he was in a daze, and I wasn't gonna be able to help him...

Shit....

To Be Continued....

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[iam-siriuslysher-lokid]

12.11.2022

I just realized it would be 11 days til my birthday is up. But yeah, I think or I can feel that my long time crush since college feels the same way with me...but I'm only guessing.

(I have written a blog here telling a story of how I started to fall for this guy and about our recent interaction when he invited me to his friend's TLAT watch party - so if you're interested I will find it and link it here)

So we were in a church gathering and when it was finished, my mom and I were walking through the crowd when I saw my crush (let's call him Rain) and my mom also noticed him. Note, my mom knows I have a crush on him and that was like 7 years ago. So yeah anyway my mom told me to run to him and without thinking, I wrapped/held my arms around his so we're walking pretty close. He was stunned then he looked at me and relieved he said, "ah, it's you!"

And man, I felt that his arms became relaxed around my hold and also he's like squeezing me close to him bc we were also walking through a large crowd. I keep looking at the back to see if my mom could still see me and goodness she did.

Within a minute of that, my mind is all over the place. I'm nervous but also relaxed. It's an intense feeling - maybe it's just me. But anyway, so my mom reached us where we stopped. We let go of each other's arms and my mom talked with him (they know each other- we we college mates and have the same friend group. Basically, my mom is their "auntie"). They talked about how often he will visit the church and how often he'll see me now bc he recently transferred to our locale and he told my mom, "I think I'll see <my name> more often now" with his face beaming. I cannot help but blush when he said that to my mom.

Am I supposed to assume that he has intentions now to court me or is he just saying that as something funny?

With my time with him thinning, we saw his dad waving at us and it seems they're in a hurry to leave. My mom suggested that before he leaves, him and I should have our picture taken. Idk what's with my mom but I love her for being so supportive 🤣 thanks mom! So in the middle of the crowd, we paved our way to a small corner and there, we took a picture. A picture I cannot stop looking for like hours now.

When he's about to leave, his younger sister arrived and called him that they should go. We talk for a bit asking her if she could still remember me (I was always invited to hang out at their house back in college so I know his family too). However, she can't seem to remember me...maybe bc I had my hair dyed and short now not like the long hair beyond the waist kind of length I had before. Anyway, we said our goodbye and my mom and I can't stop giggling about what just happened.

When I got home, which is also the only time my phone will be connected to the internet, I received a message from him.

"How're things? Could you send our picture earlier. I want to see"

When I sent it to him, he said...

"Why do I look ugly when I'm beside you?"

Our picture looks like those old couple photos from your parent's album back when they were young. Our smiles were simple but I think it was very memorable to both of us.

And there, we just talked about stuff and work then we went ahead to play online games with friends. It was a good night. I really had a good time and it's been so long since.

What do you think? Am I special to him? Or am I just another girl friend?

Do know that he's friendly with anyone and nothing wrong with that. That is his personality. I just wanted to know if my feelings are similar with him. Urgh it's been 7 years since I also confessed that I have a crush on him and up to this day, I think he remembers that very well. He's that kind of guy too. Remembers little things and stuff. And he's cute and handsome. My mom told me that she thinks the reason why I liked him is that he's my complete opposite. He's a calm and firm person while me - a chaotic and weird one.

I had many crushes in the past, but he's only the guy who stuck around me. That even though we went through the awkward part of our friendship, he's still there for me. (Tbh, we didn't speak for 2 years). But here we are now, bonding and building our friendship for the long run.

I just wish it could be more than that. And that he, is the one. My one.

Thanks for reading through my nonsense babbling. I just need to scream out my feelings somewhere and tumblr is my safe space. I don't trust my irl that much to tell them about my feelings towards him bc that might ruin everything. So yeah, let me know what you think and if you have ideas on how to cope about this kind of stuff, please do tell me bc I NEED IT SO BAD - my autistic and ADHD brain cannot handle this 😭👉👈

Wishin you a good day!

[goldenshoyo]

Taste like Strawberries - DILF Daichi

Warnings: Fem!Reader, age gap (Reader is 22 and Daichi is mid to late 30s), daddy kink (obv), brat taming, finger sucking, spit kink sorta, dumbification, degradation, thigh riding, oral (m. receiving), rough sex, a little praise, alcohol consumption. (as always, let me know if you want something else tagged)

Word Count: 4.9k (honestly idk how it got so long hahaha sorry)

Author’s note: This is my contribution to @kaijime's dilf collab! Make sure you go check out the masterlist and read all the wonderful works on there as well! Also, I edited this at 2am; so sorry if it is a mess.

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Can you pick Mei up for me? I have to work late.

You sigh looking down at the text from your sister, this is the third time in the last few weeks she’s sprung this on you. Despite knowing there’s nothing she can do about it, it’s irritating with her husband traveling and needing to work. The one good thing is the quality time you get funny spoiling your niece after school, getting her whatever junk food she wants that your sister never lets her have.

Texting her back that you will, you go back to studying. Your final year of college has been more stressful than you expected, work always piling up with your motivation lacking. No wonder so many students take an extra year. However, you were determined to finish now and not extend your torment any longer.

Glancing at your phone you see it’s nearing pick-up time at Mei’s school. You clean up the library table, shoving your laptop and notes into your bag, and leave. The drive isn’t long, her school is close to your apartment and sister’s house so you would have needed to take this route anyways. Pulling into a free spot near the school, you leave your bags in the car going out to meet her by the school’s front gate.

“Big sis!” Your niece squeals and you look up from your phone. She’s dragging another little girl behind her, pulling her your way. “This is Kaiya! She’s my best friend. She said it's okay I use her first name, so don’t scold me like momma does! I let her call me Mei too!”

You laugh listening to her babble on about her new friend. She’s coming up on her 6th birthday, and every day she is growing more and more into her own personality. “I wouldn’t scold you like your mother. You know that,” you bend at the knees, getting at their height.

“Hi Kaiya, I’m ----. It’s nice to meet you.” You shake her little hand and she smiles.

“You’re very pretty, like Mei.” She pulls her hand away and then her lip pouts. “I wish I had a big sister.”

“I can be your big sister too if you want. Mei, you don’t mind sharing me do you?”

“Only if you promise to get me ice cream.” Her eyes and nose squint and she laughs, her mischievous face has stayed the same since she was a toddler. It’s impossible to resist.

You stand up, rubbing her head and laughing. “Fine, we can stop by a shop on the way home.”

“Sorry,” a deep male voice comes from a few feet behind you. “I had a work thing... I’m sorry I’m a little late baby.”

You watch as a tall, broad man picks up Kaiya while she giggles and wraps her arms around his neck while squealing ‘daddy’. You smile politely when he looks at you. His face is handsome, features not too sharp or round; everything about it warm and inviting. He’s still dressed in his uniform, well besides the jacket. You assume he’s a part of the police force from the pants and belt he wears matched with a dark blue shirt that clings to his form.

“I hope she wasn’t bothering you,” he says while setting her down.

“Oh of course not. She was very polite and well behaved. You’ve raised a great daughter.”

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thank you. I’m Sawamura Daichi, and you are?” His smile is so cute, you think. It’s not forced or out of politeness, but instead genuine happiness.

“---- -----,” you tell him and shake his hand. He squeezes it once, and your stomach turns. What was that?

“Is Mei yours?” He tilts his head, eyes going between you and your niece. “I’ve never met her mother, only your husband. Kaiya talks non-stop about Mei when she’s home with me.”

“Oh, no-no. I’m her aunt. My sister works a lot, so I pick her up from time to time.” You laugh. “I go to the local college, so it’s close by. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Sawamura.” Trying to keep yourself from becoming too flustered, you look away. Watching as your niece digs through her backpack for some reason.

“Please, call me Daichi. It’s nice to-”

“Daddy, big sis is taking Mei to get ice cream!” Kaiya cuts him off. “Can we go too? Pretty please!” She kisses her father’s cheek, smiling brightly as he sets her back down. She holds tight to his hand, begging some more.

“If it’s okay with your dad, we don’t mind. Do we, Mei?”

She nods with a big smile. “Kaiya they have the BEST strawberry flavor.”

“Do you mind? I don’t want to impose on your time with Mei.” Daichi asks while still keeping an eye on the girls, who have wandered a few feet away while blabbering about ice cream flavors.

“Of course not. It’s good for young girls to spend time together.” He nods and thanks you. “There’s a spot close by. We could walk if you don’t mind.”

“Better wrangle the girls then,” he laughs, walking towards them both and getting their attention.

Taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh, you try and relax. It’s just ice cream for the girls… even if Kaiya’s hot dad is coming along. You’re sure he’s just trying to be nice and let his daughter have a nice time. However, it’s hard not to feel something when a man this hot and good with children is around.

The ice cream shop has a pretty outdoor area off the back of the shop, fenced in with a swing set and other children’s toys and playsets. No one else is visiting currently, so the girls have the playground to themselves, running around with ice cream dripping all over the ground when they forget they should be holding the cones up. Sitting quietly, spooning ice cream into your mouth, you try not to stare at Daichi too often.

“What are you studying?” He asks, breaking the silence that was threatening to become awkward.

“Oh, uh,” you swallow the cold cream. “Literature and classics.”

“Interesting. I bet you enjoy reading to your niece then,” he smiles at you before taking another spoonful of ice cream. You can’t help but watch his tongue dart around the spoon.

“Yeah.” You say quickly looking away. “Mei enjoys it, well, when she pays attention. Does Kaiya like stories?”

“Her mother says she always listens to her when she reads, but for me, it’s hard enough to get her to go to bed. I don’t think she’d ever stay still to let me read her a book.” He continues to talk about the weekends he gets with her, and you listen closely.

It’s stupid, you think. You shouldn’t feel this excited that he’s either divorced or at least no longer together with Kaiya’s mom. It’s selfish, but lucky in some ways. You don’t have to worry about a jealous wife coming after you because her husband paid for your ice cream.

“I’m not around for bedtime, so I can’t really relate.” You say softly and stick your tongue out lick the spoon clean. Stopping yourself from licking the ice cream off, deciding to explain more, “Mei never really stays the night anyway. She gets too worked up without her-”

The spoon is plucked from your hands and you frown looking at Daichi, who has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “What do you like to do at bedtime?”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you stutter out something incoherent. Daichi’s tongue swipes up your spoon, and you watch carefully, longing to be that spoon as his tongue drags across it.

“Well?” He continues, then hands you back the spoon.

“I, uh, I don’t know.” You manage to stutter some words, even if it's not a real answer. “I uh-”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t need to answer now. Let me see your phone,” he asks holding out his hand and you hurry to hand it to him. He puts in his number then hands it back to you. “I’m not free on weekends unless I get a sitter. But, I’ll see you around.”

You sit, stunned by how quickly that turned from a polite playdate for your niece to potentially a playdate with Daichi. You bring your hands to your face, trying to compose yourself before waving at both Daichi and Kaiya as they leave.

“Big sis,” your niece wines. “Wanna go home.” She pulls you from the park bench and through the shop while you continue trying to collect your thoughts.

Did you really just pull a dad? There’s no way he was serious, right?

--

You texted him the night after you got ice cream, but he hadn’t responded. It wasn’t until late Sunday evening he sent back a short ‘you’re welcome’ after you thanked him for the ice cream. Your face burned and your stomach twisted with every flashback to watching his tongue slide across your spoon.

It was so unnecessary.

It was so hot.

Gathering up the courage to ask when you could see him again took another day and liquid encouragement. Maybe texting him while you were drunk wasn’t the best idea, but it did make sending him photos of yourself a lot easier. The ones you got in return nearly made you drool. Joining the police force ensured he never lost his perfect physique. Every inch of him looked like it had been handcrafted by the gods themself.

Slipping your fingers into your panties and toying with your desperate clit was all too fun when he called you late that night, not caring about his early morning shift or the classes you may have. His voice breathy and deep, yours whiny and high pitched when you came around your fingers begging him to come over and fuck you.

He only laughed, telling you to wait until he had a day off.

--

Sitting across from him at dinner should be fun. He keeps the conversation going and you always paid attention and politely answered. However, it becomes increasingly obvious that the burning between your thighs is becoming unbearable.

“Check please,” he tells the waiter, and you nearly squeal with excitement.

“Mind if I go get some fresh air while you settle the bill?” You ask, placing your hand over his; thumb drawing circles on the back of his hand.

“Of course, sweetheart.” He smiles at you and you walk out of the door, ignoring the way his eyes make you feel as you walk out the door.

Cool evening air hits you hard. Letting out another sigh, you laugh at yourself for acting this desperate in public. He must know. It’s not like you’ve been good at hiding it. You’re worse than a cat in heat, mewling for attention and a quick fix.

“Ready?” His voice startles you and you turn to face him. You nod and he extends his hand out for you. The walk to his car is short, and you’re grateful for the dim lighting in the parking garage once you slide into the passenger seat.

Unable to can’t wait any longer, you straddle his lap in his seat and he tilts his head, looking up at you in amusement. Kissing his neck, you run your hands down his chest and slowly grind against him. His firm hands hold your hips and you whimper, trying to convince him to give your body more attention.

“Daichi,” you whine against his neck. “Please, I need-”

You’re stopped as his hand takes control of your jaw, cheeks squished in his hand while he admires you above him. His gaze is intense, not a hint of a smile or enjoyment on his face, but the bulge in his pants hints otherwise. You frown looking down on him, irritated this is the most he’s touched you all night.

“I don’t like brats.” He says simply. “Impatient ones are even more annoying. Tell me, are you going to be an annoying brat?”

You try and shake your head no, barely getting it to move from side to side in his grip.

“Good,” he releases your face and you sigh. Rubbing your cheeks with your fingers you relent from trying the aggressive approach with him; seeing now he’s much less patient than you had expected. “Now can you wait until Daddy takes you home?”

You nod, a smile brimming on your lips while your stomach turns.

“I want to hear you say it.” His eyes somehow focus on you more, making your stomach twist once more.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

The rest of the drive is silent, his hand resting on your exposed thigh a little too close to the hem for comfort. It keeps your mind buzzing, every nerve lit aflame at the slightest bump in the road or motion of his fingers. His thumb occasionally draws circles on your sensitive skin, and the whimper that always leaves your lips feels embarrassing.

Are you really a whimpering mess already?

Everything about being with Daichi made you feel more intense like your body knew just how to react to everything he does and says. Was it the age difference and excitement? Or was it simply because he knew how to touch and speak to you?

“Sweetheart?” Daichi’s voice draws your attention and you look over to him. “We’re home now. Be a good girl for me, and go unlock the door.” He dangles the keys in front of you and you take them nodding.

“Yes sir,” you slip out of the car. Did you call him sir? At the moment it felt right, but now with your face burning and palms sweating you wonder if he thinks it’s ridiculous.

You unlock the door, pushing it open and standing awkwardly waiting for him to walk up the stairs to the front door. Why is he prolonging this? There was no reason for him to stay behind. Turning your head to look where he parked the car, you see he’s talking to a neighbor, laughing, and paying you no mind.

What’s his game here?

You huff, frustrated, and embarrassed with how desperate you’ve been acting and he seems to not have a care in the world. Stepping inside, you close the door and take your shoes off. He doesn’t mind you having access to his house with you unsupervised. After all, he did give you the keys to unlock the door.

His home looks comfortable and lived in, not overly clean but not messy per se. You sit on the couch, crossing your legs and laying your head back. While you know it’s rude to begin feeling this irritated, if something didn’t happen soon you were going to have to call for a ride and get home to a toy or even indulge in one of the sleazy dating apps you’re all too familiar with.

Pulling out your phone, you respond to a few notifications you garnered over dinner, nothing of real substance, but better than sitting in silence. A few friends have invited you to a bar not too far from your location, and you consider it, but the front door opening grabs your attention.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, sweetheart.” He smiles at you and you lay your phone down on the cushion beside you, feeling like you’ve been caught texting in class. “I see you made yourself at home.”

“Oh, I-” you stand up, even more embarrassed.

Does he take pleasure in making you uncomfortable or are you just too on edge?

“Sit back down,” he laughs walking into the kitchen. “Would you like a drink?”

“No thank you,” you answer quickly, sitting back down and laying your hands in your lap to fiddle with your fingers.

He comes back into the living room with his shirt unbuttoned a few, his chest peeking out, and a beer in his left hand. Sitting on the recliner adjacent to the couch, he motions for you with his pointer finger then pats his lap. Your body moves without thinking, straddling him with your knees sinking into the soft cushion of the recliner on either side of his hips. He grins watching your dress ride up your thighs before he takes a drink from his beer.

“Why are you acting so shy now? What happened to that confident little attitude?” He sets the beer down on the table between the couch and chair.

“Why are you toying with me?” You ask, furrowing your brow and tilting your head. “Just fuck me already.”

“There it is,” he chuckles. “You’re not as good of a girl as you think. You’re nothing more than a spoiled brat who needs put in her place. Lucky for you, I know just how to handle bratty girls like you.”

His thumb pulls on your bottom lip and you part them, letting his middle and index finger slip in and press against your tongue. You moan at first, grinding your cunt against his thigh before his fingers slip further in and make you gag. Closing your eyes you grind on him harder, the gagging only intensifying and your body lighting on fire.

“Pathetic,” he laughs while resting his cheek against his hand. Opening your eyes more you see he looks unamused, even as he shoves his fingers down your throat more. “Moaning like this over what? I’m barely touching you.”

You moan again, pressing your core harder on his thigh and whining. Your fingers dig into the arm of the recliner, steadying yourself while you ride his thigh. It feels too good to stop, the minute amount of pleasure intensified by Daichi’s fingers in your mouth.

“Maybe I was wrong,” his voice making you whine again. “Maybe you’re not a brat, just a dumb little slut desperate to cum.” Removing his fingers from your mouth, you take deep breaths, coughing and leaning your head on his shoulder.

“P-please,” you beg. “Please fuck me, daddy. Wanna feel you in me. I’ll be good, I swear.” You sound desperate, you know it and so does he.

“Do you think you deserve it?” He rubs the spit from his fingers onto your cheek while holding your jaw. He shakes your head back and forth slowly as a no for you. “That’s right. You don’t deserve daddy’s cock.”

“B-but-” you whine and grind against him. “Please!”

“Hmm,” he hums, releasing your jaw and licking his fingers clean before taking another sip from his beer. “Maybe if you earn it. I’m not in the mood to fuck an ungrateful whore.”

“Anything!” You nearly shout, eager to please him.

How you’re feeling is different than usual, the need to do whatever Daichi wants completely takes over your own desires. While the feeling is new, it’s something you want to continue to chase. Your head feeling lighter and body burning is all too good to give up now.

“Do I need to tell you what to do?” You nod. “Of course,” he chuckles, “silly of me to forget you’re nothing but a dumb brat. Get on your knees in front of me. Put that mouth to good use for once, won’t ya?”

“Yes daddy,” you say quietly, sliding onto the floor and tugging at his pants.

His belt is a struggle, and he makes no attempt to help you until you’re sliding his pants and boxers off and he lifts his body up just enough to get them down his thighs. Gripping his cock, your mind races wondering if you’ll even be able to fit his girth in your mouth as your fingers barely manage to wrap around him.

“If I finish this beer before you make me cum, I might not fuck you at all.” He says tapping your forehead with the cold glass bottle. “Do you understand?”

You nod again and he leans back into the recliner. Precum leaks from the tip and you wipe it up with your tongue, enjoying the taste as it floods your senses. As your tongue swirls around the head and your warm mouth takes him in, he moans.

It’s quiet and short-lived, but enough to encourage you to take more of him. He fills your mouth so quickly, but you’re determined to make him cum; unsure if it's because you’re desperate to be fucked or if you just really want to please him. Either way, you’re going to have him cumming in your mouth in minutes, you know you can.

You gag loudly when you force him into your throat, nearly taking him to the hilt. This time his moan is louder and longer, making you buzz with pride. Managing to keep him deep in your mouth you rub his balls with your shaky fingers while setting a steady pace bobbing your head up and down.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I guess that mouth is useful for something…” another moan breaks his last word but you don’t care.

The condescending praise just enough to make you hum against him with glee. He bucks his hips when you do, his fingers tangling in your hair and forcing you to choke on him again. You claw at his thighs, desperate to come up for air while you fight against him. He releases the tight hold and you take him out coughing as you stroke him with your hand.

You watch with a frown while he drinks on his beer again, watching carefully as the faint line of liquid lowers nearing the bottom of the bottle. You can do this, you tell yourself before taking a deep breath and taking him back in your mouth. Humming against him lightly while massaging his balls in your palm earns the same reaction, except you’re better at keeping a steady pace now.

“Shit,” he groans.

His cock twitches against your tongue and warm spurts of cum coat your mouth before you can swallow fast enough. He pulls you off his cock by your hair.

“Tongue,” he says and you stick it out timidly.

He spits on your tongue before pulling you to his face and kissing you, his tongue invading your mouth and making you gag at the taste of his beer. His kiss takes your breath away, literally struggling for air as he continues. You’re coughing and pulling away from him while a mix of spit and cum runs down your chin.

“I didn’t think you could do it,” he admits. “I’m surprised someone as desperate and stupid as you could make me cum that fast. I suppose I should reward you then, hmm?”

“Please daddy, please,” you beg. “Want your cock in me so bad.”

His hand slips under your dress and rubs against your soaking panties. “You really do want me, don't you baby?”

You nod.

His free hand gropes your breast, pinching your nipple through the thin material of your dress. You close your eyes biting your lip as you enjoy the not so soft touches he gives you. You moan when his fingers slip into your panties, sliding against your puffy clit.

“Daddy!” You squeal when his middle finger slides inside of you and curls. “Fuck, more please.”

He laughs, pulling his finger out and standing up. He sheds his clothes while you remain on your knees in front of him. You can’t help but admire how good he looks above you like this. Honestly, you think you’d do anything to remain in this moment even if the anticipation of him splitting you open is forcing you to clench around nothing.

Daichi offers you his hand and he assists you in standing to your feet, but it doesn’t last long. He bends you over the arm of his recliner in seconds, pulling your dress down and allowing your bare breasts to fall from it.

“Tell daddy what you want,” he teases while rubbing his cock between your folds.

“Want your cock!” You turn your head back to look at him. “Please, I need it.”

“Good fucking girl,” he groans while sliding inside of you.

Even with your intense arousal and the spit on his cock, it stings. Your body goes limp against the arm of the recliner as you try and relax your body to let him in. Crying into the cushion, you try to not be too loud while getting used to his size.

“If I’d known you’d be this tight, I would have fucked you sooner,” he says after fully sheathing himself inside of you.

He isn’t nice enough to give you more time, too overwhelmed with the way you squeeze him so nicely to not start thrusting immediately. You cry out when his cockhead hits deep inside of you, pulling against your walls as he pulls back out only to do it all over again.

It hurts. It feels ethereal.

“Daddy!” You whine as his fingers twirl your nipple between them and he holds you back against him while relentlessly pounding into you. “Too much!”

“Be a good girl,” he hisses. “I know you can take it.”

You whimper in response, his thrusts forcing your breasts into his hands while he continues to assault them. Your thighs begin to shake and your core feels like it’s a tightwire about to break.

“Wanna cum!” You tell him, some part of you knows it's better to warn him or ask instead of letting yourself go. “Please, daddy! Let me cum.”

“Aw, my little slut is learning,” he chuckles, thrusting deep into you and letting you fall back onto the recliner. “Go ahead, cum for daddy. Cream all over my cock sweetheart.”

He hits the sweet spot inside of you once more and you come undone, cumming around his cock and crying out a mixture of daddy and curses. He grunts as you clench around him, body pliable for him to hold you closer while rapidly fucking you.

He cums, and you feel it drip out of you around his cock before you comprehend what’s happened. You’re too fucked out to even care if you’re honest. He pulls your panties back to the side as he pulls out of you.

“You’re going to keep it all in, aren’t you?” He pulls his pants back on, leaving his shirt on the floor and sitting on the couch.

You nod, pulling your dress back over your breasts and adjusting the thin straps back to a comfortable position on your shoulders. He pats his lap again, and you sit across him, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your cheek against his shoulder.

A knock at the door startles you and you look at Daichi with a concerned face.

“Oh,” he laughs. “I lost track of time. Can you get that?”

You sheepishly nod. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I need to go grab something from my room. I’m sure you can handle it.” He disappears down the hall.

Running your hands through your hair to make sure you don’t look crazy, you open the door.

“Oh,” a sharp tone greets you.

“Big sis!!” Kaiya screams, jumping up and down and running inside.

Shit.

“Uh,” who you assume to be her mother says shaking her head. “Is Daichi here?” She’s irritated, and reasonably so. “I need to speak with him immediately.”

“Yeah, he’s right-”

“What do you want?” He appears back into the living room, pulling a loose shirt over his head as he comes in.

He easily could have done that before. Is he doing this on purpose?

Oh god, he is.

You look quickly between the two of them as he steps in the doorway with you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“I think we need to speak in private.” His ex tells him, eyeing you up and down.

“Sweetheart, do you care to take Kaiya to her room to play for a few minutes?” He kisses your forehead and you look away from the intense glare you receive from Kaiya’s mother.

“Daichi! Why are you-”

“Stop,” he says loudly. “---- can watch her for a moment.” He lets go of you.

“Can you show me your room Kaiya?” You ask sweetly and she takes your hand and guides you down the hall.

You’re not sure if you’re grateful Daichi got you away from his ex or if you’re happy Kaiya won’t have to see her parents bicker. Either way, it’s a win for you. Your heart is beating against your chest, making you nauseous. There’s no way he just forgot he was getting his daughter tonight.

You’re flattered that he used you to make her angry, but the more spiteful part of you wishes he had let you in on it a little more. Having you answer the door was good, but you could have left your hair a mess or something more…

“Big sis, why are you here? Did you and daddy have a playdate?” She asks, handing you a stuffed rabbit while you sit on the floor of her room with her.

“Uh,” you giggle. “Yeah, we had a playdate.”