#do that kind of story for her hihihihi

[swordmaid]

i feel like shri’iia should’ve been an oath breaker in act 1…..not finding a lot of opportunities to break her oaths in act two currently but like imagine breaking her oaths via telling minthara where the grove is THEN betraying her when she rolls around because she’s a traitor to lolth ….it’s much juicier than 1v1-ing her in her office imo…

[the-kr8tor]

TTN hobie and reader during the middle/end of TTN when they r together but before she leaves for LA and r is helping hobie finish setting up his boat and r adding all of her belongings around the house before/while she moves in

-🕊️ anon

Hihihihi Thank you for the lovely request! TTN! Hobie has my heart ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: TTN! Hobie, TTN! Reader, kissing, suggestive content. Story is set before the epilogue and in the middle of chapter 10. Spoilers for thread the needle. Fluff.

Thread The Needle Masterlist

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You didn't waste any time moving in with Hobie. No slowly leaving your things around the house, no slyly stashing your clothes right next to his, not even waiting for the day of your graduation. You and Hobie just decided on a date to move all your belongings to his boat and did it, no side stepping, no dilly dallying, no excuses. Just you and Hobie making round trips from your dorm to the houseboat, arms full of boxes and heavy bags.

The sewing machine was the challenge, being heavy and clunky. Yuri was kind enough to lend you her car for the day, but couldn't help you in moving since she had to study for a quiz. You were kind of thankful for that though, now you have more time to spend with just him and piles and piles of your belongings. Still, with the help of Yuri's beetle, it took two trips of packing and unpacking your stuff.

Hobie never complained nor huffed at the effort, eyes always on your form, arms at the ready to lift boxes for you. You're eternally grateful, that's probably why you're snogging him on the floor of his boat instead of setting up your sewing machine or unpacking your suitcases.

"I need" kiss "to" kiss "unpack." You say in between smacking of lips. Giggling, as if you're not the one instigating the kiss. Back on the hardwood floor, arms looped around his neck, your palm spread over his nape. You resist the urge to glue him into place with your legs, instead you lay limp under him. Eyes tightly closed, smiling through it all.

His strong arms lift him up for a moment before examining your flustered face, beaming up at him. Hobie tilts his head, contemplating if it's worth leaving your arms so you two could unpack. He weighs the pros and cons, deciding.

"Nah" you squeal when he comes back down, expertly moving his lips against yours, every curve and plushness of it already memorized. He knows what to do to incite that sound you make just for him.

You laugh loudly when he presses the soft skin just over your rib cage, ticklish, you pull away with a giggle. Pupils blown out, you stare at his equally large pupils. Breathing heavy, you pinch his nose as revenge.

He surrenders, coming down from the high of kissing you. Eyes roaming around his, no, yours and his living room full of your stuff littered around the place. The kitchen island with your Gromit mug that you claim to despise even though you always use it. Next to it is your school bag, pins and patches decorate the backpack, some of them you've nicked from Hobie.

On the floor next to you are boxes full of your projects, hours upon hours of hard work inside. You giddily showed it all to him before you ended up on the floor from teasing him too much. Clothes and pieces of cloth were put back hastily inside the box just before you descended on the floor. With Hobie's hand placed on the back of your head so you don't smack it against the wood.

After a minute of staring and your laugh bouncing off the walls, Hobie finally speaks, with the full intention of actually starting the process of unpacking.

"Where to first? I could set up the machine–"

"Bedroom" you say with a not so sly smile, half lidded eyes staring at him with fondness.

He blinks in surprise, a low groan in his throat, smirk playing on his kiss bitten lips. "No time to waste then" lifting you up effortlessly, you hide your victorious laugh over his skin. Face hot on his neck. Equally hot hands on the back of your thighs, making sure you don't fall.

Hobie practically jogs over, kicking the door open. It hits the wall with a slam, he stops in his tracks after seeing more piles of boxes on his bed.

Guess you two actually needed to unpack beforehand, whoops.

A/n: Will be posting more of these separate from fluffy fridays! Thank you for reading! ❤️

[eywamygoddesswrites]

hii! can i request for dad!loak pls 🥹 just pure fluff and all bcs i cant stop thinking abt lo'ak as a soft and understanding dad to his child/ren (and ofc his mate) thank youu!! im a sucker for this kind of lo'ak fic 🥹🫶🏼

dad!lo'ak sully headcanon

pairing: dad!lo'ak sully x fem!mate!reader

tags: DAD LO'AK DAD LO'AK DAD LO'AK-----

warnings: brief mention of neteyam (bruv still ded :cc)

requested: yes/no

word count: 444 (we're on a roll let's go!!!)

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO HEADCANON TIME FOR OUR LOVELY LO’AK HIHIHIHI

dad!lo’ak is much more understanding than his dad did for him

he didn’t want his children to go through what he went through

i imagine him having 3 kids because ohonhonhon~~

OKAY so when all his kids entered their teen years, he saw his middle child act like him during his teens

his daughter was reckless like him, very vocal with her feelings, and didn’t give two shits at all with anyones bullshit

he loved and cherished his middle child and made sure she gets the same love as her brothers

his oldest was a lot like his late older brother

how he wished neteyam was here to meet his niece and nephews

he didn’t put any pressure on his oldest because he saw the struggles of his older brother

growing up, he didn’t understand why neteyam acted the way he did but understanding it now, he didn’t want his oldest to go through the same thing

of course no one can forget the youngest

his youngest was a mix of kiri and tuk

tuk’s fun and bright energy along with kiri’s wit and smarts

everyone is just full of smiles around him

so when they go to him with problems, dad!lo’ak makes sure to listen to them

he gives them advice and when there’s a topic that he doesn’t understand, he turns to you (his mate HIHIHIHIHIHI)

he’s protective in a way that he doesn’t want any harm coming his children’s way but not to the extent of making them lose the essence of fun

HATES it when his children call him ‘sir’ even if it’s just in a joking manner

he called his dad that and made him see jake as more of a military sergeant rather than a father

okay now with mate!lo’ak because this simp would do anything and everything for you

when you were pregnant, he was very very protective of everything you do

of course, he understands that you need to move in order for your blood to circulate, but he just can’t help it

he didn’t want to lose you nor his kids

mate!lo’ak is so understanding of your complains and keeps his mouth shut and follows whatever you needed him to do

believes in ‘happy wife, happy life’

even after pregnancy, he can’t help but think you’re fragile

when you get stretch marks, he gives them the love they deserve

he loves seeing your body because it shows a story that once upon a time, you bore his kids and fought for your home

overall, a very doting father and a devoted mate fr

taglist: @nyotamalfoy @hanhanartz @murderousmushroom @myvath

[nayadefenix]

''-Tell me that it's not our idiot who is jumping from a 25-story burning building?-Abel asked, looking up and with his hands on his forehead to be able to see better because it was very sunny at the moment.

-Yes Aby…it's our idiot…why doesn't he activate his annihilator or rather why doesn't he fly? wait for that and Scp 999 on his shoulder?-asked Miss Swettie, also looking up.

Abel had an enraged face and turned and looked at C.Bridges, Abel didn't have a very excited face, he was growling and grinding his teeth thinking about how to kill C.Bridges, he didn't understand anything and looked at Abel confused, he took his vape smoked and released smoke in Abel's face, making him more nervous.

-Right…what did I do?-C.Bridges looking directly into Abel's eyes with a mocking smile.

-You spent too much time with him, didn't you? So WHO GAVE BILLY THE WRONG IDEAS?!-he shouted very loudly and C.Bridges scratched his ears as calmly as possible.

-Hey, hey, hey… let's take it easy, this kid needs to do things with more adrenaline, their religion is enough to practically suck the life out of them - he took a drag on the vape and then let out the smoke.

-Okay, but does that include defeating a dark power alone without the help of the team and also making him jump from the building without being able to fly or activate his spell?- asked Miss Swettie with her hands on her hips and looking angrily at the captain.

-YES…-he smiled and nodded positively.

Billy jumped from a building, he was at a speed he looked down watching how quickly he approached the ground, and scp 999 just smiled and laughed until when he was close to colliding with the ground puff, scp 999 became a kind of jelly mattress Billy I went inside this gelatinous mattress and then came out inside scp 999, which soon after ended up on Billy's shoulder. Abel ran to the young boy to see if he was okay Miss Swettie C.Bridges followed behind. -You didn't break any bones, right??-Abel asked, looking at the boy and checking to see if everything was ok.

-hihihihi..hihi stop tickling hihihi… I'm fine.-Billy replied.

-Listen, dear…don't scare us…you shouldn't take everything Grandma says literally. She approached him calmly and sweetly and wrapped her in her pink arms and Miss Swettie gave him a kiss. in your cheek.

-THAT'S RIGHT-said Abel- THIS GUY IS NOT A GOOD EXAMPLE!

-but I'm autistic, I take everything literally hihih.-said Billy smiling.

-Look, I found another vape.

Everyone looked at C.Bridges high on a suspicious green vape.

-I'm glad I don't smoke.- said scp 999 on Billy's shoulders. ''

@ijumpbridges

[sunseteyes]

six feet under; katsuki bakugou

—as an aspiring hero, katsuki never considered of a villain’s life, he doesn’t care about them, until you came—the very villain who risked their life trying to save his own.

request: HIHIHIHI! I saw that requests are open and here i am! How about hcs of Villain!Reader x Bakugou? Like they were a part of the LOV but then betrayed them the moment they captured Bakugou, and helped him escape? Maybe something happened while he was kidnapped and the reader accidentally told him that everyone despised her dream to be a hero? And said that she was a better fit to be a villain? — @exclipsses

word count: 1, 481 words | themes: gen!reader. villain!reader. heavy angst. hurt & comfort.

warnings: mentions of death, blood, and bullying

rv: i took the request to a whole new level and i apologize in advance if the angst was too much.

original artist: billie eilish | link to song

taglist: @kacchanori @chickynn @todominica @sparkleswritings @bitchtrynafck

a pointed gaze brings you back to reality and it took a second for you to look away. you hoped no one else saw the type of emotion in your face that would have hinted the betrayal that were on your mind ever since you realized what you had gotten yourself into.

“what the hell are you looking at?” if looks could produce words, that would be what the boy’s eyes would say.

katsuki bakugou, a student from yuuei. that’s the only thing you were supposed to know of when you first saw the picture tomura held up and showed all of you the time you were all planning for the attack.

when himiko invited you to the league of villains, you thought it was just as simple as cooking egg, or maybe doing badass heists together. sure, breaking in yuuei’s summer camp would be fun and exciting, exhilarating even. yet as you saw the looks on their faces once they have realized that they were losing—that their friend was being taken away—one of their peers, the nonexistent guilt in your heart started to beat, like a rose blooming without the presence of rain.

and now, you were beginning to feel the ache further and further, bothering you and your thoughts as tomura talked to the boy, urging him to be part of the alliance. without an answer, even you could tell that he wouldn’t take that offer easily. that’s one thing you know about heroes—or aspiring heroes. they’re pretty stubborn, holding up to their ideals and beliefs, much like a villain would, actually. you understood both sides, but you know about heroes probably much more than the people around you would.

your parents were pro heroes. they were not famous like all might, endeavor or even mount lady, but they were good heroes—good people. you aspired to be them someday. they were your role models. but as you got your quirk, everything else changed.

actually, you never realized you had gotten your quirk when you accidentally killed a bird one day at school.

“look it’s (y/n)! the one with the villain quirk!” 

“hey (y/n), didn’t you say your parents were pro heroes? did they dump you because of your quirk?”

“maybe (y/n) killed her parents.”

your quirk was called fatal blood, whereas any living cell could die just by your blood. you could remember that you were pecked by the bird that day when it was killed. you could not deny that your classmates at that time were not wrong. you were a killer.

but not your parents’.

“you must be (y/n) (l/n)-chan!” it was himiko who approached you first at junior high school. you never had friends to begin with that’s why someone talking to you to chat was surprising enough. no one reqlly wanted to begin a conversation with a parent killer.

by that time, you were living with your aunt and uncle, yet you preferred not living at all. you felt like you were living in a cinderella story when you became like a slave to your aunt, uncle and their children. not only that, but they blamed your mother and father for being killed in the process of their “useless” ideals and dreams of being a hero. 

that’s why when himiko let you in in her crimes, it was your first time to feel free after your parents’ death. it was like; finding your first love all over again, or breathing when you were barely surviving.

still, something felt missing. 

“what do you think, (y/n)-chan? i think you can kill him with one touch!” himiko beams, the whole room’s focus turning to yours. you never liked being the center of attention, just as much as you hated knowing that you could commit murder anytime you let your blood out. you liked the feeling of having someone you could feel free with and you appreciated himiko for that.

but murder? that you couldn’t commit. 

“even if i wanted to, i doubt tomura-kun would like that, himiko-chan.” you reply, keeping your cool despite the different intention in your statement as you momentarily eyed the girl, giving her a look that she’d know immediately what they mean. 

himiko was your soulmate; someone who knew you from the inside out, and whom you know of the same as she does to you. you had been together since the beginning of junior high and never separated ever since. of course, she’d take a hint when you were feeling or thinking of something. it was a frightening thought, that someone could guess what was inside of you without a second thought. but at the same time, it felt reassuring that you had someone you could call one of your own, even if it was a villain.

when the pro heroes suddenly came barging in, you could say that you felt relief and terror syncing in your mixture of emotions. you thought of the times your used to idolize your parents and other heroes when you were little yet now, you were the one that’s being caught by them.

how ironic, isn’t it?

your eyes came in contact with bakugou once again, seeing that same pair of red eyes darting to yours. and it held with the same kind of emotion that he had expressed to you earlier. 

“what the hell did you do to yourself?”

you’ve known katsuki bakugou when you were children, back when your mother and father were still alive. you were on the same school as him during kindergarten, but ever since you killed that one bird, your parents decided to transfer you after the cases of bullying towards you surfaced.

bakugou was one of those who protected you.

“hey that’s some hell of a cool quirk you extra! you lot are just jealous of how strong (y/n) is. but of course, i’m still stronger than her so you should be jealous of me instead.” 

his words still stuck to your mind even as years went by, and seeing him now;all grown-up and still having the same but more mature features—it felt kind of nostalgic.

so even with the tremble that you felt in your veins the moment you got transported somewhere else and you saw the faceless man that tomura calls “sensei,” your feet moved almost instantaneously in front of bakugou, your hands extending to the sides.

“(y/n)-chan?” you heard the confusion in himiko’s voice as you avoided her knife, your own sharp nails injuring the tips of your fingers, just enough to draw some blood. it stung, but it became numb in milliseconds due to the number of times youkve done it before. you’d just gotten used to it, in short.

“a traitor, huh?” mr. compressor voices out, your chest clenching at the new nickname, but still holding your ground. despite not facing bakugou, you knew he was questioning your actions too. you could feel it—that same intense gaze you’d been receiving from him since the start.

your guilt had gotten the best of you. there was no other reason.

“i had no choice, bakugou.” you say, still not meeting his eyes, focused on protecting the boy from the attacks the others made, defending yourselves side by side with bakugou. waves of attacks keep on coming but you were able to put up a good fight and defense. you were with himiko in her heists over the years, and even if your skills couldn’t have been on par with the heroes, you were used to running away or protecting yourself from anyone who pursues you.

but this time, it was for another person. 

“i’m coming!” all might shouts but he was held down. it was your first time seeing the number one hero but your thoughts shouldn’t be full of that simple fact for you had your whole attention towards bakugou. you shouldn’t let mr. compressor touch him or you even for a bit or your efforts would all be in vain. 

just a little more.

when you met bakugou’s gaze again, it was as if all the weight on your shoulders were lifted and a smile forms on your lips as you looked up to see him flying away with his friends. you knew that there were people by the sides, to which you assumed that they were students from yuuei too. 

“you could be a hero, (y/n).” you could recall your mother’s voice behind your head, echoing like a light that passes through the dark cave of your brain, bringing out the memories you thought you had forgotten over the years of darkness and the seek of redemption.

it was like a struck of lightning hit you, a sudden and unexpected sting that came from your back, sucking the life that you had. but you have no regrets anymore. 

today, in katsuki bakugou’s last memory of you, you were a hero.

just like your parents. 

[seijorhi]

asks :)

i love the post fic bundle of asks 🥺

WHO WAS THE SOULMATE???? ASDFHFHJFKFLF DID YOU MENTION IT? DID I MISS IT? The rolling coaster of emotions was too much sooo I think I might have missed it????

but if it was not mentioned, i'd like to think that it might be iwa or the other guys or gahhh, what if it was a rival????? I believe nothing would push Tooru to the extremes than learning that you're tied to his rival... 😳

Good job again, Rhi! Honestly these soulmate aus are my favorite!!! 💕

ahhh thank you so much!!! 

and no, i didn’t actually mention who the reader’s soulmate was. i was initially going to write the fic a little more in line with what the asks said and have the reader overhear oikawa talking about it on the phone with iwa, and he’d say the name of her soulmate. it could have been anyone, but me being the whore that i am wanted it to be one of the characters, and considering that oikawa was never going to let the reader just wander off back to japan, i figured that the best possible choice for her to potentially meet her ‘soulmate’ would be when oikawa took him home with her back to japan for the olympics - and with the tight hold he has over her, the only people who could potentially come into contact with her, through iwa of course, would be the olympic team.

kags and ushiwaka were too obvious - plus the reader would have likely met them at some point during her life and while the bond wouldn’t have done anything too crazy, she might have felt something (plus i think oiks would have rubbed off on her a little too much - she wouldn’t hate them like he does, but romance? nah)

which then made me think, if you take those two out of the equation - who on the team would piss oikawa off the most to know was the reader’s soulmate... 

there’s just something about that setter pride, right? 

sorry for rambling 👀

I already knew I'd love ani soulmate au you write, but it still amazed me. It was wonderful! 😭🤧 

you guys are too nice to me!! i’m glad you liked it bby!  💕

I loved your Oikawa soulmate fic! Did Iwa lie about the name on Oikawa? Or are there mismatches with soulmates and she is Oikawa's soulmate, he's just not hers?

Wait so does that mean that oikawa has no name on his wrist, he met his soulmate but doesn't care for them, or he has our name on his wrist but it's not actually "our" name it's just somebody who shares our name? Sorry I'm way to slow on this

Love your latest story! But I’m confused if her name was on his skin or not?

i’m answering these three together because they’re all kinda similar. so the name on oikawa’s arm - his soulmate - is definitely the reader’s. it’s a mismatch. basically it was my kind of interpretation of a yandere’s obsessive love - for oikawa, she’s it, the only one he’ll ever truly love, the one person he can’t live without, but even before the reveal of her mark, he’s already very manipulative and controlling towards the reader. he isolates her from everybody else but him and his friends, makes her rely on him because he needs her, not the other way around. it’s not the worst thing in the world, but the power imbalance is huge. whereas the reader’s soulmate would be the one person who would let her shine - help her grow and love her for who she is without trying to steal her away from the world. it’s not that oikawa doesn’t love the reader, or that the reader doesn’t love him, but her soulmate is the one person who would love her the right way, if that makes sense?

NOOOOOO my heart is breaking into a million pieces and oikawa's not even my fav he doesn't even make top ten but holy FUCK this fic is for SURE in my alltime top ten. u just have a way of writing him that makes my heart ache like i still cant reread home like i read it when u first released it n i have not been able to reread it again bc i cant handle strong emotions but like...this fic is the opposite i cant STOP reading it thank u thank u thank u ily sm for gifting us this fic 🥺

bby!!! you are in fact the sweetest? i love you?? pls come collect your kisses??

home is one of my all time faves ngl, and this kinda has similar vibes i guess, but maybe in reverse - home is all about the anguish of falling for somebody who hurt you because of the things they’ve done, and always is about the pain of still loving somebody despite the fact that they’ve hurt you. anyway, thank you sm, this message honestly made my day!

Ahhhhhh! That Oikawa x blind reader! Oh my heart. Soft insecure Oikawa 😭😭😭

he’s awful in this, but dontcha just feel a little bad for the guy? (low key wanna give him a hug for treating him so meanly in this - but he does kinda deserve it too)

now that i see u on my feed, imma read ur fics again hihihihi LIEK I READ IT FOR 10x ALREADT

💕💕💕💕the sheer dedication?? ily anon

uh.. hello.. the chubby seijoh manager.. i.. love it so much is it rude to ask for more?

the full fic will be out... eventually 👀

how do miya twins from breaking point/meet the parents react to overprotective dad (or not even really that overprotective just actually a good parent lol)? I think it’s a really interesting dynamic and obstacle for yanderes because so often everyone else seems fooled or mia leaving the reader really vulnerable. Honestly I wish I could just talk to you all day about your fics beyond being HOT they are also so intriguing and you’re just an incredible story teller!!!!

first of all how dare you make me all soft and mushy?!!?! this was v sweet anon, thank you

BUT i honestly think they’d both kinda write the dad off. if they managed to bully the reader into being in a ‘relationship’ with them, osamu might try to get in his good graces, maybe offer to cook dinner or something just to smooth things over - because it is somewhat implied that even though he despises the twins, if his daughter wants them around, he’d bite his tongue for her sake. atsumu would be the ass that deliberately tries to rile him up, seeing just how far he can get away with touching you, how many sly innuendos can he slip past your dear old dad before he snaps.

but eventually, whether you gave into them or not, they’d try to push you away from your family, isolate you. for one, they don’t want anybody in your life telling you that they’re not good for you when they’re your soulmates. also because they really don’t want anyone else in your life period. why would you need anybody else when you have them?

[artificialqueens]

The Parent Trap (Biadore) [Chapter 2] - Henny

A/N: Hello, Dolls! I’m so happy with all of the positive feedback I’m getting from this story. I’m superduper overwhelmed! Anyway, I don’t know how you’ll take this chapter because it is currently 3:10AM as I write this. So, please enjoy my sleep-deprived and coffee-induced writing.

P.S Do you like my new line breaks? HAHAHA

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Portia woke up with someone poking her side. She grumbled a bit before burying her face further into her backpack which was pressed against the window. She started to doze off again, but the persistent finger or the person attached to it, rather continued to poke her ribs harshly. Portia’s hand suddenly grasped the stranger’s tightly, not even bothering to open her eyes.

“Stop it or I will cut you, Bitch.” She whispered threateningly to the stranger. She let go of the hand and will probably never put a face to it during the whole two weeks.

“Wow, I can’t believe you actually scared off Nick. He’s literally twice your size.” A new voice said. Portia opened one eye and looked at the girl in front of her. Well, the two minutes of not knowing whose finger it was was good while it lasted.

“That was a guy? Man, he had the most feminine hands! I thought I was holding a rose or something.” The girl laughed at her comment, and that made Portia very happy. The girl, name still unknown, reminded her of Bendelacreme with her looks and mannerisms. And, not to mention, the super upbeat tempo while she speaks.

“I like you. I’m Taffy.” The girl introduced herself, a hand reaching out to Portia.

“What kind of name is Taffy? Were your parents like high or something?” She blurted out. Porsche! She can almost hear her Dad’s disapproving tone which is kind of hypocritical, if you think about it: Adore is as shady as Bianca AND he was probably high when he named her.

Because of her mouth, usually, other people would leave Portia and never talk to her again, but Taffy stayed; she also laughed! Again.

“No, silly. It’s short for Taffeta!” Taffy giggled and bopped her nose. Good, Lord.

“Isn’t that like a fabric or something? Your parents named you after a roll of fabric.” At this point, Portia wasn’t in control of what left her mouth. She felt kinda bad, but at the same time felt the need to say it.

“Noo… It means delicate.” Taffy moved her body in a way, as if to say she was, in fact “delicate”.

“Bitch, I don’t know about you, but you’ll always be a roll of fabric to me.” Portia shrugged and the girl shoved her shoulder playfully.

“Okay, okay. Laugh all you want, but I still don’t know your name.”

“Portia.”

“Damn, okay. I don’t know how to make fun of that.” Taffy sighed in defeat. Portia laughed and felt that she was going to like Taffy and it was definitely the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

They continued to talk about whatever they could talk about, mostly the people in the bus. Portia definitely did not humor Taffy when she asked to play I Spy for the nth time.

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“Miss Haylock? We’re here.” Nerissa rolled her eyes and pulled out one of the earbuds stuck in her ears. She jumped out of the car and stretched a bit, taking in the atmosphere of the place in front of her. Music camp, huh. Who would’ve thought her dad would allow her?

“Cut the crap, Uncle Shane! You don’t have to go all formal escort on me.” She said as she walked to where her godfather was, and helped him retrieve her bags.

“You know, your dad says you’re an angel, but you’re a little monster, aren’t you? Not even a thank you, tsk tsk tsk” Shane teased as he carried her duffle bag out of the trunk. Nerissa watched as her uncle moved her bags from the trunk to the pavement.

“Well, I learned from the best. Heh. For what it’s worth, for a twink, you’re pretty darn strong.” She smiled in mock sweetness at the older man whose eyes widened.

“Where did you learn that word?” Shane asked, panicked, bending down to meet the girl eye-to-eye.

“What? Twink?” Nerissa repeated, a slight smirk playing on her lips.

“Yes, and don’t repeat it. EVER.” Shane was shaking her now with his hands slowly gripping her shoulders tighter.

“Hmmm… When I was “sleeping”, I overheard your conversation with– who’s Dan? Or should I say Daddy?”  She was full on smirking now as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Ughhhh! Roy’s gonna kill me!” Shane threw his head back in despair and the little girl only laughed in delight. Shane regained his composure before he stared into her eyes with his own eyes narrowed.

“What do you want?” He asked and she smiles, pleased.

“Hundred, please. Also, I need new pointe shoes. Hmm… I wonder how I’ll get my new shoes now…” She sighed loudly, her green eyes still holding Shane’s stare as he grabbed his wallet to grab a hundred dollar bill. Nerissa opened up her palm to accept the cash, choosing to ignore Shane’s angry mumbling.

“Now about my shoes…”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll get you new ones. Roy knows it, right?” Shane asked, no anger in his voice anymore because he truly loves the girl and can’t stay mad at her for a long time.

“Duh! Thanks, Uncle Shane. Love you!” She beamed at the man. Shane rolled his eyes, but kissed her forehead still, whispering a quick “I love you” against her hair. He was about to enter his car when he saw that Nerissa was no longer smiling, but rather frowning with her eyes trained to the ground. He rushed to her side.

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong, Little Duck?” He asked, cupping the girl’s cheek gently to face him. His heart broke when he saw teary green eyes look back at him. “Oh, Sweetheart.” Shane cooed as he pushed a few of Nerissa’s hair away from her face to wipe her tears. He brought the girl into his arms and rubbed her back affectionately, trying to mimic Roy’s movements in comforting the girl.

“What if nobody likes me? And– and nobody wants to be my friend?” Nerissa sobbed which only made Shane’s heart break even more. Sometimes, he forgets that Nerissa was also part Danny and she can’t always put on a brave face like Roy does.

“Then it’s their lost because they’d be missing out! Besides if they don’t want to be your friend then why do you want to become their friend? They’re clearly not worth it, Babe. Unless they gonna pay your bills, pay them bitches no mind.” That brought out a small giggle from the girl which made Shane smile in relief.

“And, remember what I taught you? The one my good friend taught me?– I wish you could meet her, you’d love her.” He asked, the little girl still wrapped in his arms.

“Mhmmm” Nerissa nodded, the twinkle of happiness starting to return in her eyes.

“If they’re mean to you, what do you say?” Shane asked. Nerissa straightened her posture and squared her small shoulders.

“Beat it, Queen!” She said sassily. Shane laughed and hugged his goddaughter tighter. After exchanging quick goodbyes, he rushed back to the car and took another glance at Nerissa who blew him a kiss and waved him goodbye.

“Go get ‘em, Princess!” He exclaimed as he, too blew her a kiss and started his long ass fuck drive back to New York City.

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“WELCOME GIRLS AND BOYS!” The banner greeted them. Portia wrinkled her nose at the stench of sweat and mud. She adjusted her bag up her shoulder and started to walk to the bulletin board.

“Porsche! What bunk are you in? Are we together” Taffy asked as she pulled her suitcase behind her.

“I haven’t checked. I just got my bag from that dog pile over there.” She shrugged and pointed towards a pile of duffle bags near the busses.

“Oh, shit.” Taffy cursed in shock, eyes widening at the amount of kids trying to retrieve their stuff as Portia read the listings.

“Noriega–Noriega–Nor– Here we go: Noriega, Portia. I’m in Strings Cabin!” Portia informed Taffy who bustled over to read the list.

“Michaels, Taffeta… Strings! YESSS!” The girls cheered as they tried to move against the hundreds of teenagers in the place.

“HEY! HEY! Give that back!” Portia heard a little boy’s voice shriek and her head instantly snapped to where the voice called out. She saw a little boy, probably three years younger, jump up and down to reach his bag from the grasp of…oh, Nicholas and his minions. She smirked.

“Portia, don’t! Not now, please?” Taffy begged, knowing what Portia was already planning to do

“This is just going to be quick.” Portia answered as she approached the scene of the crime.

“Hey, dickhead! Don’t you have anything better to do? It’s the first day, for Christ’s sake.” She crossed her arms as she stood in front of the group of boys. That got Nick’s attention, he dropped the bag and approached Portia who didn’t bat an eye.

“Do you really want to go there?” He threatened, getting close to her face.

“Yeah, I do. What are you gonna do about it? Hit me with your girly hands?” Portia snorted and could hear Nick’s friends trying to hold their laughter as the man himself looked taken aback.

“They agree."

“What are you talking about?” Nick asked furiously, throwing a quick glare to his minions to shut them up.

“I’m talking about how your mom’s ‘special’ hand lotion seems to be working well for you.”

“Yo– I–She do–”

“Does she realize that her son’s probably using her stuff to get smoother hands than she does?” She arched an eyebrow at him. His mouth gaped open and close until he huffed and walked away. She smiled victoriously as she walked back to her group of friends.

“Woah, Momma!” Taffy cheered and Portia took a bow before laughing loudly.

“How were you not scared?” The boy she saved from earlier asked, still tensed.

“Oh, I was, trust me. But, like my favorite Drag Queen always said: Never let a Bitch see you sweat.”

A/N This chapter made no sense, but it was fun to write! Ooh. I also plan to add links of the previous chapters below my fics from now on to give you an easier time to catch up with it, if ever. HIHIHIHI bye!

Previous chapters! Prologue | Chapter One

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KDramas <3

I think I know what you’re thinking right now; perhaps this is just another kdrama review of sort, but let me get this straight. It’s not (not really.haha!) 

I’ve seen quite a number of Korean dramas and here i’ll list all the ones I’ve seen and yet to see. :D

1. My Name is Kim Sam Soon (My Lovely Sam Soon) - I’ve seen this one back in highschool. 2006-ish? I don’t remember exactly but this was my favorite korean series then. I even watched it again these past years along with igi. 

2. Full House - I don’t know if you remember papa bear, mama bear, and baby bear. Even before nauso ang Tatlong Bibe (okay I’m doing it taglish again!) yun ang ninuno.haha!

3. Lovers in Paris - this one is cute :D

4. Boys over Flowers - this was the first time I or should I say majority of the people ever seen / recognized Jun Pyo (Lee Min Ho’s character) & hello, KIM BUM!! got interested in this series because F4 inspired and I was a huge fan of F4. :D 

5. Coffee Prince - although this one I wasn’t able to finish, i’m still putting it here. :D

6. Princess Hours - di ko rin natapos but I love the parts that I’ve watched!

7. Rooftop Prince - this one I didn’t finish either (I don’t remember if I was too busy in school and that’s mostly my reason for the one’s I didn’t finish! haha) pero fun tong series na to :D

8. Stairway to Heaven - it’s all about GMA acquiring all these dramas on tv! ahaha

9-10. Endless Love (Winter Sonata & Autumn in my Heart) - this was when I first dreamed of going to Nami Island, and experience Fall in Korea!

11, 12, 13. Jumong, Queen Seon Deok, & Dongyi- thanks to Papa who got hooked with these kind of shows we get to watch it altogether at night. ^___^

14. Jewel in the Palace - this was the looooooongest Kdrama that we did a marathon at home!! Grabe talaga. umabot pa sa naglleave sa work si tita just to finish this series! Full house kami pag nagplay na tong series na to :))

15. Baker King - isa pa to!! minarathon din namin ito in less than a week. Basta about cooking / baking very interesting! 

16. Secret Garden - this movie is very entertaining. I love the parts wherein they switched bodies.hahahaha! Thrilling! :D Lee Jong Suk was here btw. :D

17. My GF is a Gumiho - First time I watched a series of Shin Min Ah. I find love stories mixed with fantasy are cute and entertaining (syempre sa palabas lang di sa totoong buhay!hehe) So much cuteness in this series :D

18. Empress Ki - di ko pa natapos pero I love this kasi same protagonist lady with Secret Garden. So preeety! :D

19. Mama - blaming my sister for all the mistress-involving Kdramas. She keeps buying one kala mo naman nakaka-relate.lol

20. Descendants of the Sun - this series rekindled my love for Kdramas! And kilig din ung love story nung mga supporting role. ^____^

21. Hyde, Jekyll, Me - another one from my crush na si Hyun Bin (of Kim Sam Soon!) this tackles about a person with split personality. So ganun pala yun...

22. Oh My Venus! - Hello again Shin Min Ah. This series is inspiring- acads wise and fitness wise..hihihihi

23. Doctors - suddenly I got all interested (again) in medicine. Amazing how the story circulated inside the hospital mostly, but it only gets better! 

24. Uncontrollably Fond - medyo boring nung una and nalolost ako sa mga nagyayari but this movie has alot under its wings. Politics, Love, Sacrifice, etc.

25. W, Two Worlds - this guy definitely matured since his last role we watched (Secret Garden) fantasy is a constant variable to make things really interesting with kdramas :D 

26. Goblin - too cute to mention this series. just watch it! :)

27. Legend of the Blue Sea - MERMAID is <3!

28. Love in the Moonlight - weird but cute.haha weird kasi ano tapos cute kasi ano. I can’t tell kasi i might spoil some.haha!

29. Weightlifting Fairy, Kim Bok Joo - CUTENESS to the highest SWAG level! Who knew ganito magiging role ni Lee Sung Kyung.. Suits her better than her role in Doctors

30. Hwarang - suddenly got hooked with historical-looking characters because the ones out now are more light and with fun moments. Di laging seryoso ung mga scenes, modern and very millenial type na i must say :D

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31. Scarlet Heart Ryeo - this one we’re currently watching. this series features 7 princes (yup! 7 ung leading man :D )who has a common variable, the female lead. we’re at a pacing of 2 episodes per day because i watch it together with igi and we only watch when he gets home from work. medyo late na 11pm na kaya I can only last watching til 2am.haha! Pero this one is super ganda!!  >> DONE! Super nakaka-bitin, like hindi pa kami makaget-over sa love story, sa heartbreaks, sa buong series kaya we needed to find something new to watch agad-agad!

32. She Was Pretty - suggested by an officemate last year while I was on Descendants of the sun pa, (bida dito ung bida sa hwarang :D)  >> Done with this and it’s getting cuter each episode! ^____^

33. Introverted Boss - I started this series while I was on leave and I was home alone. This is quite entertaining, really! haha! >> Not done yet with this as of today (3/28/17)

34. Arang and the Magistrate - Wang So (of Scarlet Heart) and Miho (Shin Min Ah of My GF is a Gumiho) & “The Introvert Boss” are the main leads. Can’t get enough of Scarlet Heart yet.. :( >> We just started this series earlier than the others because that’s 3 main characters from 3 different series in one show, hello! haha!

UP NEXT.........

* Pinocchio (lead dito si W!) - reco by my cousin

* Cheese in the Trap (si ate girl from Goblin surprisingly was the lead female here.lels)

* Cinderella and the Four Knights - reco by my cousin

* Strong Woman Do Bong Soon - waiting for the series to finish before we start although I’ve peeped on the first 10 minutes of the 1st episode already. haha!

Can’t believe nakarami na din pala ako ng napanood. the very recent ones I watched with igi, steph, and my couin Nicole. :) 

[cutlida-blog]

Love letter :)

Dear Tante Mike, Manda, Kak Sa, dan Ade.....

Since I have plenty of time to write, then here it is. I have a lot of words to say to you.

First, thank you for everything.

Tante Mike, lida masih ingat pertama kali lagi ga enak badan duduk didepan teras lantai satu. Lida lagi melamun tiba-tiba tante mike yang melihat lida melamun sambil perlahan makan kentang rebus negur dengan ramahnya. “Kamu kenapa? Lagi ga enak badan ya? Roommate nya udah pergi ya?” (kebetulan waktu itu Alin pindah ke kosan yg lebih dekat dg kantornya, jadi aku ga punya roommate lagi). “Kalo ga naik keatas aja pindah kelantai 3, nanti dilantai 3 rame kan bisa ngobrol2 sambil nonton TV, daripada di lantai 1 sepi.” Yes, i took that decision. And that was one of the best decision i took. I never regret moved to third floor. I followed my concience, my soul said so. I will be happy move to third floor. The first floor is good, but the room is not really healty at all since the sunlight can’t even come to my room. I actually have a window but the sunlight can’t touch it. I adore my smallest room in the corner at third floor. I can see the sun, the rain, the sky, the bird, the building, i do happy with the view. For all the things that i’ve been done, I do grateful that Allah never leave me. Allah sent the beautiful people with beautiful heart. I am not crying while i am writing these pieces, but i could feel the water is watering my eyes. The tears of joy, the tears of happiness knowing that i have people surround me who support and love me just the way i am.

Year passed by, Windhea/Ade showed up on my second year in Benhil. Coincidentally, I met Ade in Indonesia Stock Exchange building right in front of Sevel at that time. She had interview at PwC. When Ade saw me, we called out each other, it was like, “Kakak,” “hey Ade”, then it was a nice and simple hello and “wish you a good luck on your interview Ade”. As simple as that, few days later Ade contacted me, asked me about an available room for her. As fast as that, she moved to my kosan, her room just two door next to me. J

I am still remember, when the two of us still struggling with IELTS test preparation. We barely can sleep, when i went to toilet, perhaps she knew it was me, she opened her door. Kak kamu belum tidur? Belom, aku ga bisa tidur lagi belajar IELTS. Aku juga ga bisa tidur nih, yuk belajar bareng, didepan TV aja. J We always have something in common, something that makes us cant sleep, something that hold us to go forward, something that makes us closer, something like stories, movies, sharing dreams, talking about what kind of man we like to spend the rest of our life. Just as happy as our thought to tell our best friend what we want, what we desire about, what we need to accomplish in this life. Happy to have you in my earlier year struggling with IELTS test Ade. Happy to have you as my taxi partner for a year to IDX. J Sharing is caring they said. Kita anak kosan emang suka berhemat biar bisa nabung. Hahahha. Walaupun ga ketabung2 juga. Wkwkwk :P

Tanah rantauan mengajarkan kita mengenal kenalan lebih dari sekedar kenalan. A simple self introduction with a simple hello and  smiled turn out to be a family, a nice small family. Alhamdulillah. Yeay, geng kosan kesayangan.

Another year passed by, i was still in the smallest room in the corner at third floor. From one rejection application scholarship lead me to another rejection then finally Alhamdulillah i got accepted by LPSDM Aceh Scholarship joint degree with Australian Awards. Those scholarship things that woke me up in the midnight, learned the languange, learned the application, I faced it all. I ate them all, all the bitterness, all the happy moment struggling went to several hotel to catch those information about study abroad. Had to taste all the good food that they provided without even need to pay for it. Happy emang makan gratisan di hotel pas ikut acara pameran scholarship. Wkwkwk. Harus bisa menikmati setiap perjuangan yang dijalani, karna sebenarnya ini semua adalah sebuah proses, bukan hasil akhir yang menjadi titik pusat perhatian, tapi proses yang dinikmati yang menjadikan perjalanan ini lebih membahagiakan.

It came to my end of third year in Benhil, when Emanda Setyorini/Manda (i prefer to call her Jadu) asked me how about we move to another big room for two. I am glad to be her roommate, without even thinking twice i said yes. I spent the second and third year alone in my smallest room. Another  best friend said you too independent, too bold, too brave, and too much of yourself. Then, i think i should have a roommate so i can learn how to adapt with people, how to communicate better, how to not self thinking, how to put myself in others perspective. I want to learn to have a temporary roommate before i have a real one for life. Maksudnya, sebelom nanti punya suami kan rommate for life, a real roommate, ada baiknya belajar dulu punya temporary roommate, karna sesungguhnya berbagi kamar itu ga gampang loh. Banyak teman-temanku dulu di dormitory di President sering ribut karna ga cocok dengan roommate nya. It happenned in everywhere anyway. That’s why i need to learn to think not too much about myself, but others too. Kalo punya roommate kita belajar bertoleransi kan, contohnya aku pulang cepat pasti jam 9 udah tidur. Manda yang profesinya sbg auditor dia pasti pulang malem, ketika pulang hrsnya gpp nyalain aja lampunya buat manda bersih2 dan bebenah sebelom akhirnya dia tidur juga. Aku juga gpp sih kalo manda plg malam dan nyalain lampu. Tapi si Jadu ini anaknya baik hati banget, kalo dia pulang malam pasti ganti bajunya dikamar mandi biar ga usah nyalain lampu sehingga ga ganggu ayuk tidur. Ketika punya roommate belajar toleransi itu penting, belajar menghargai privasi masing-masing, dan punya daerah kekuasaaan masing-masing juga. J Serunya adalah kita bisa punya tempat cerita kalo menghadapi masalah2 baik itu masalah keluarga, kantor atau love story. Kadang ketika kita bekerja waktu berjalan cepat sekali, kadang banyak banget hal yang menjadi problematika atau concern kita, ga sempat rasanya buat cerita ke sahabat2 lain yang tinggal berjauhan dengan kita, walau hanya sekedar bertukar pendapat saja. Nah, disinilah roommate atau dormmate diperlukan. Ini maksudku dengan punya orang2 terdekat di inner circle, bukan mau mengeluh tidak sama sekali, tapi kadang ketika ada dalam sebuah problematika (ada dalam sebuah lingkaran masalah) kita sebagai pelaku yang terlibat dalam masalah itu hanya bisa melihat sisi negatif nya saja. Untuk itu dibutuhkan sahabat yang diluar lingkaran masalah yang bisa melihat sisi positifnya itu. Sehingga mereka bisa dengan bijaksana menasehati kita untuk tidak gegabah dalam mengambil keputusan dan bisa menelaah kondisinya dengan baik. Bisa melihat sisi-sisi baik dalam setiap hal yang terjadi. Manda dan aku suka cerita tentang mimpi-mimpi kita juga, katanya harus sering ceritain mimpi-mimpi kita sama orang2 yang kita percaya, karna mengulang mimpi-mimpi itu seperti mengulang doa-doa. Semakin sering diulang semakin besar potensinya dikabulin sama Allah. Amin. Manda ini fashion stylish ku kalo aku mau ke kondangan atau mau pergi jalan-jalan. Kita partner berbelanja dithamcit juga kalo mau lebaran. Manda dan aku punya mimpi yang sama. Semoga semuanya seindah yang diharapkan dan terus didoa-doakan yah. :) Everything happen for a reason. It may sound cliche but it is. Tidak ada yang kebetulan dalam hidup ini, semuanya sudah diatur dengan indah oleh Sang yang Maha Menciptakan, tugas kita berusaha, berdoa dan percaya bahwa yang terjadi saat ini adalah yang terbaik yg dipilihkan Allah. Berprasangka baik terhadap Allah, kan kata Allah, Aku seperti prasangka hamba-Ku. :)  Manda juga yang ngajarin aku utk belajar cuek, dont be too sensitive. Capek nanti ayuk kalo semua dipikirin terlalu jauh dan dalem bisa pusing sendiri. Cuek aja dikit. Sesungguhnya manda bukan org pertama yang mengatakan ini. Well noted jadu, thank you for this good advice. Oh iya Jadu, ayuk pergi jangan lupa makan yang teratur ya, jangan males2 tidur mulu seharian. Ga ada ayuk ga ada yang masak nasi lagi, minta nasi sama kk Sa ya. Hihihihi J. And i spent my fourth year with Manda, happy to have you as my rommate, semua becandaan kita, curhatan kita, ketawa2 kita yang kedengaran sampai kamar Tante dan kak Sa. *Peace :)

When I moved to a big room with Manda, kak Sasa (Siti Sarah) moved to my ex-smallest room. This is really a big happiness for me. She moved from Kosan Karet to Kosan Benhil. Hati ku senang sekali, kak Sa pindah ke Benhil, kaya complete gitu rasanya dengan kehadiran kak Sa. Later, i prefer to call her my moonlight. She knew all my stories since the first time i came to Cikarang. She was the one who welcomed and tour guided me in dormitory right one day before I move in to Dormitory. Kak Sa juga jadi guru IELTS lida, jadi partner taxi setahun belakangan ini. She knew how i struggled with obstacle. She was the one who accompany me to have a small surgery (operasi kecil gigi geraham yang sudah setahun lebih yang lalu aku pending karna takutnya kebangetan. Akhirnya berhasil juga dibedah diakhir tahun 2016 kemarin setelah nonton Moana jdi berani cabut gigi wkwkwk). J I want to say thank you kak Sa udah dipeluk pas ditaksi. Your hug meant a lot for me, your presence to listen all my nonsense stories I am thankful for that. You told me to try not to give up, you told me to dance in the rain, you sent me pict of Diana Rikasari’s quote from 88 love life, beautifully captured in my mind: “We all have problems. We all have times when we feel like killing ourselves. But there are just simply bad days just like there are good days. And it take both to make a person. So take it easy and enjoy life. Bad days end up fun if you have a sense of humor.” (to lida from k sa).  Terimakasih buat Tante yang udah nemenin konsul ke Siloam untuk pertama kalinya, sungguh waktu itu aku berasa pengen pulang Aceh aja. Udah panik dan drama abis udah nurunin koper terus bawa-bawa passpor entah mau kemana entah. Anak drama abis kayanya, but we all had that kind of thought when we felt like we want to give it up. We want to lose everything, not having any power to hold into, but believe me people have tendency to stay still. People were designed to be strong, to stand still, to not give up no matter what. I know its never easy to say this, but with Allah’s protection and guidance anything can happen. J Say Alhamdulillah. J Terimakasih juga buat tante sering masakin kita makanan, bikinin dan ngajarin goreng pisang goreng enak, bawain kardus buat lida pindahan dari kantor, emmh apalagi ya banyak banget tan cinta dan kasih sayang tante. Maaciww yaah. :)

Second, I love you.

I knew Thank you is never be enough for all the love, support and kindness that you gave for me. That’s why I said I love you. Then, i write these beautiful pieces to all of you as a good reminder that we had good times, we had a really great great memories together. Family never say goodbye, family only say: see you when I see you, see you around, and till we meet again. :*

 Lhokseumawe, 7 July 2017

Warm regards,

Lida