#and i am so annoyed that this celebration of her birth is going to get derailed by my sil being upset that her grandparents are dying!
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⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။ knockout x renji abarai
✧ summary there’s no better way for renji to celebrate a big win than to spend the night with y/n.
✧ content warnings reader described as a black woman who uses she/pronouns. feisty!reader, chubby!reader x undergroundfighter!renji. modern au — no bleach verse. told in first POV — renji’s. mentions of stitches and bruises. usage of profanity, praise kink, cowgirl position, nipple play, facefucking — renji will finish in reader’s, squirting. terms of endearment — baby, sweetheart, angel, etc. reader and renji are in their late twenties.
✧ author’s note hello, hello. i am here with a fic that’s not jjk for once in my life, lmfao. this idea has been in my drafts since january 2023, and it was just sitting there collecting dusts on my old tumblr. but i said i was going to do more bleach characters, so here we go. first time writing renji, so if this ain’t how you see him, oops. still enjoy. also didn't really focus on the underground!fighter portion as much. but maybe i will if there's a next time. support me by liking, commenting, and reblogging this post. i would greatly appreciate it. AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS AND MINORS— DO NOT INTERACT.
I know she told me not to come by after the fight, but I needed to.
I won.
I fucking won, and there’s no other way for me to celebrate winning ten thousand dollars than to be with Y/N.
Well, that’s if she’s still not mad at me.
Before I left for my match, we got into an argument. A huge one. She doesn’t like that I fight for a living, let alone illegal underground fighting. I mean—I get it. Seeing someone you care about constantly getting his ass beat isn’t a sight worth seeing.
But fighting is all I know.
I had a shitty childhood. Didn’t know who the hell my parents were since they gave me up at birth for adoption. Jump around in foster care homes until the mothers got sick of me and kicked me out in the streets. Survival was basically forced on me.
Fighting is what kept me alive. For food. Clothes. A place to lay my head. Whether I lost or won, I know the reason why I’m alive today is because I’m a fighter.
It wasn’t until I was eighteen when I found out about the world of underground fighting. Ten years deep and I know nothing else.
Y/N knows this about me. She understands I didn’t have it easy and never judged me. But that doesn’t mean she agrees with my lifestyle.
She came to a few fights in the beginning. Eventually, she got tired of seeing me stitched up almost every weekend.
Shit, me too.
However, after tonight, I feel good about my future wins. I busted my ass in training, so now I don’t have to hear shit about anymore losses.
Even if right now I’m stitched up and have a black eye. I feel good.
Great.
Better if Y/N opens the door after keeping me waiting out in the cold for the past ten minutes.
I know she’s awake. She has a habit of staying up late, studying for med school. And plus, I haven’t messaged or called her yet. Despite her not showing up to my fights, she still wants an update afterwards that I made it out alive.
“Y/N, let me in,” I say, knocking loudly on her apartment door. “You know I don’t care about making a scene.”
After a few more obnoxious knocks, the door finally swings open and I am met with deep russet skin, tight curls, and chocolate-colored eyes that pierce an annoyed look in my direction.
“What do you want?” She bites out. “I’m busy.”
I smirk and hold the bag of money in the air. “I won.”
“Congrats.” Her tone is flat and she tries to slam the door in my face, but I placed my foot to stop it from closing. “Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously. Are you really still mad at me?” I teasingly ask.
“You won. I said congrats. What more do you want?”
I shrugged. “I’m locked out of my apartment.”
She arches a brow at me, already recognizing my bullshit ass excuse of being locked out of my apartment.
Y/N knows me. She knows I would do anything to be in her presence, so going back and forth in forty degree weather is pointless.
Her pretty brown hues travels across my face and body, examining the stitches and bruises that probably has her wondering, who the fuck treated him?
Me. But that’s besides the point.
A deep sign escapes her mouth when she realizes I’m not going anywhere until she lets me in, so she opens her door wider and turns her back to me to walk further inside her apartment.
“Sit,” she orders, which I happily do so while chuckling to myself.
While Y/N goes to the bathroom (assuming she’s getting a med kit to fix my shitty patch job), I take advantage of staring at her round ass that’s barely covered in those tiny boy shorts. Every step she takes it jiggles, creating an ocean of waves I’m eager to swim in.
I get comfortable while I wait, taking off my skully, sweater, and any other form of heavy clothing that would cause me to sweat in her heated apartment.
“I’m going to start charging you if you keep fucking coming to my apartment like this, Renji,” Y/N snapped, walking with the kit in her hand as expected.
“Outside of paying for your tuition, I can think of other ways to repay you.”
She rolls her eyes at my suggestive comment. “Get over yourself, Abarai.”
I let out a snort before she stands in front of me and tilt up my chin to start making work on my face.
She’s cute when she’s mad. Huffing and puffing while whispering slick comments under breath. But how she’s handling my face by moving it around with force rushes blood straight to my groin.
I’m getting hard.
Hard as shit, and it’s not helping that I’m in close proximity with her.
That jasmine lavender scent that circulates through my senses. Looking up at her full lips that’s coated with gloss. Then, lowering my gaze to her tits that’s big, naturally saggy, and pretty. My mouth is watering at the sight of her nipples hardening.
And I don’t know if it’s because she feels that I’m checking her out or the coldness outside is affecting her.
Either way, I’ll act on it.
Taking it upon myself, I grab the back of her thighs to pull her on my lap. As if she’s used to my antics, it doesn’t catch her off guard and she continues to clean up my wounds.
“You’re all bloody up with a black eye and somehow you still have the energy to be a pervert,” she retorts.
I move one of hands to her ass, massaging comforting circles. “For you? Yeah.”
The quiet between us was comfortable until she opted to speak again. “So… who’d you fight?”
“Some huge motherfucker. I thought I was going to die.”
She leans back to grab more alcohol and dabs it above my brow. “Maybe that’s what needed to have you stop fucking fighting.”
I throw my head back to laugh, but she grabs my chin to bring my face forward. “Like you want me dead.” My hands creep beneath her cheeks to pull her closer to me and apply more pressure to my cock. “That’s what you want?”
“That came out my mouth, Abarai?”
“Why are you still mad at me?”
She scoffs. “Why am I mad that you’re practically coming to me everyday with a busted face and broken ribs?” That’s one thing I love about Y/N—her feisty personality. It turns me on so fucking much because I know when I fuck her, it’ll be a different story.
Continuing, she says, “I think I would be a little more satisfied if you did this professionally as opposed to underground. Underground doesn’t come with insurance, Ren.”
“Aw, you care about me that much?” My question was supposed to be posed as a joke, but the look on her pretty face says otherwise.
“Fucking asshole. I don’t know why I still deal with your ass.”
“Probably because you love me.”
“Probably not.”
Gripping her hips, I pull her with me and lean back into the headrest of the couch. We’re inches away from our mouths cooling and I take advantage of this proximity by basking in her sweet smelling breath and beauty.
Simply because Y/N exists, my cocks hardens for her. Holding her in my arms. Feeling her pussy against my erection and breasts suffocating pressed on my chest. Girlfriend or not, she’s mine.
And she knows it.
I can see how she looks at me, even when mad, that she cares and loves me. Y/N is a tough girl. I can only imagine what she’s been through. Still, she manages to soften up just for me.
We never made it official since she doesn’t approve of the underground shit, but that doesn’t mean I’ll ever stop asking.
“So when are you going to say yes to being my girlfriend?” I whisper.
She tries breaking from my embrace, but I tighten my grip. “Renji…”
“You feel my dick pressed against you, right? It only makes it harder when you say my name like that, Y/N.”
“Be real with me… will you keep doing this shit forever?” Her eyes waver as she awaits my answer and I can’t help the guilt from pinging my chest.
“If it lessens my chance of being with you, no.”
She searches my face for hesitance or deceit, however, she finds nothing because I meant what I said. Y/N is the only person that looks at me like I’m a human, and I wouldn’t let my obsession with fighting get in the way of our future together.
How she tucks her coil behind her ear and nips down on her lower lip shows me the bit of vulnerability she reserves for me.
So—I take advantage of it.
In less than three seconds my lips were on hers. I take my time relishing those sweet, plump and plush, strawberry flavored lips.
I can feel the skepticism from Y/N while kissing her, maybe because she’s trying to put on this show that she’s still mad at me. But soon, her rigid body melts into mine and returns the kiss.
Our heavy breaths mingle, increasing in speed the more aggressive we lock lips. She begins rolling her hips onto my cock and I let out a grunt, feeling the moisture of her pussy liquefying on me.
The slaps I leave on her ass are harsh, causing her to bite my bottom lip and suck it into her mouth. Y/N is so fucking aggressive it drives me nuts. She gives me a high and adrenaline not even a fight could give.
“Pull your dick out, Ren,” she orders through muffled moans and our kiss.
“Fucking bossing me around to give you cock? Not mad at me anymore?” Y/N ignores my taunt and works her hands between us to untie my sweats. I hiss at the feel of her cool hands engulfing my dick to give it a few pumps.
She must not know what her touch does to me. She handles my cock like she owns it, and gosh, I fucking love that shit. My fingers gently tangle into her coils to deepen our kiss, but she soon gets up to strip her clothes.
Fuck… Fuck, she’s so goddamn sexy. I’ll never get tired of her thick body, filled with soft dips and curves. I look at her, observe her like she’s an expensive piece of art hung up at a museum because that’s what I see her as.
Pretty pussy leaking arousal and I smirk to myself, thinking how she had all that attitude earlier while being wet for me like she didn’t want me inside of her.
“You’re fucking beautiful. You know that?” I ask, massaging her tits and looking up at her. “You still have that attitude or are you going to come ride my cock like a good girl?”
She gently pushes me back against the couch with her lips on mine and straddles my lap. “Depends on if you’re going to be a good boy and take this pussy.”
“Shit, angel. I will.”
Y/N hums while reaching around to align my cock with her sex. Two seconds later, she slowly sinks down my length until I’m buried into the hilt. That soft lingering fuck that slips past her pretty lips sounds sexy as hell and has my dick twitching in response.
I can’t bust now. Not yet. Even if the tightness and heat of her pussy pushes me off the edge of a mountain. Her pussy is so warm, so fucking warm, fat, and wet. Gosh, I don’t ever think I can be without this pussy.
I throw my head back and savor this feeling, but Y/N had other plans for me.
“Remember to look at me when I’m riding you, Ren,” she coos. “Eyes on me, baby. I want you to see how much I love this dick inside my pussy.”
Fucking Christ. “Tell me how much you love it while bouncing on me.”
And she does just that. Telling me how big and girthy I am, that she’s sorry for giving me attitude and admits that she just wanted dick. But no. I want her to fuck me like she’s mad. I need that type of energy pumping through my veins after this win tonight.
I reassure Y/N and tell her to fuck me harder. Her pace quickens and slaps her ass fervently against my cock. I can’t stop moaning her name. The wet slippery noises coming from her pussy increases in volume and it creates a mess between us.
This is where I belong, deep in her pussy and feeling her walls squeeze the hell out of me. I don’t even hold her hips or waist. I relax comfortably with my arms sprawl over the top of her couch, watching how gorgeous she looks while fucking what’s hers.
“Oh, fuck, Renji,” she moans, tugging her lips inwards and lolling her head to the side in complete pleasure.
Those perfect, full tits bounces in my face and I can’t help but stare and become mesmerized. Light marks that resemble tiger stripes decorated the valley of breasts. Her nipples, pebbled and straining underneath my gaze, look desperate for my touch.
I take it upon myself to pinch them between my fingers and a soft shriek escapes her mouth, further arching her back.
Y/N keeps getting wetter by the second, every bounce she makes. And hearing her sticky arousal, I know and see how she’s creaming my cock. Purposely, I sit myself on the couch, thrusting up in her a bit to feel my head hit her g spot.
“Ren, help me little,” she begs through a whimper. “Fuck me back.”
I caress her cheeks with the back of my head. “Yeah? You want me to help you, sweetheart?”
“Please.”
God, I love it when she’s needy for me like this.
In no time, my hands are at her waist and my thrusts meet with her jumping movements. Y/N isn't loud when it comes to her sounds of pleasure. Vocal, yes. But right now, her moans and whimpers are louder than usual.
It’s like she needed my dick inside of pussy just as much as I needed it.
I see the desire in her brown hues. I feel the heat radiating off Y/N’s skin while my fingers dig into her flesh, holding her in place to pound upwards into her pussy.
This is what I wanted—to fuck my girl after a well deserved win. And she’s going to congratulate me how I want.
My lips are at her neck leaving wet kisses and sucking her flesh until purple specks form. “Coming home to this good fucking pussy. Gosh, I love how you feel, angel. Going to fucking mean it now when you say congrats?”
“Congratulations, baby,” she purrs, slamming harder on my cock. “You did good… so damn good, Ren.”
I hum, dragging my tongue along her neck. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
Y/N continues to gasps out her pleas for me to fuck harder. I comply… I comply in helping my pretty girl come and savor the look when she washes over me. My grips are firm on her waist, betting that’ll leave marks when she wakes up the next poor, and drive my cock deeper into her pussy.
I’m in pure awe. I feel my own releasing catching up to me the more I watch her take me. This is my woman. My fucking girl. I come home to this every night after every fight to hold her in my arms and fuck her.
Her name from my mouth sounds like a broken record when I moan her name. This fat, gushy, slick and tight pussy has this power over me. She won’t stop fucking squeezing me, I can’t prevent my face from growing hot. It’s intense how I feel right now, and it’s all because of Y/N.
“Good, good fucking pussy. God, you’re so fucking good to me, angel face,” I rasp, pecking her lips. “You’re going to come for me?”
“Yes, Renji, baby. I’m going to come. Keep giving me that dick. Please don’t stop, please.”
“Put your fingers in my mouth.” She does quick with my command. I suck on her digits and coat them well with saliva before pushing them out of my mouth. “Now rub your clit, pretty girl. I wanna see you squirt everywhere.”
Because she’s overwhelmed with arousal, Y/N stops bouncing on my cock and allows me to fuck her while she plays with clit. Her mouth hangs gape, drool slightly coating the side of her mouth and breathing heavily.
My balls slap her ass. My head kisses her soft cushion repeatedly. Her velvet walls transfer warmth to my cock and the bubble that rests in the pit of my stomach is on the verge of explosion.
I’m about to come. Hard.
But I need her to come first.
“Fucking come for me, Y/N. Keep playing with that pretty pussy and moan my name,” I grit out, pushing past all my thrusts.
“Right there, Renji. Keep fucking me right there… I’m–oh, fuck–I’m coming.”
She’s so pretty when she comes. Dark brown porcelain complexion, slick with sweat. Eyes rolling to the back of her head. Pussy clenching and unclenching around my cock. Moaning, whimpering my name back to back.
She’s breathless. Flawless. I have this image of her painted perfectly in my mind. Watching Y/N come, makes me come, so I make quick work to pull her off my lap. And she knows exactly what I want–to fuck my release down her throat.
Her mouth is as warm as her pussy, and I let out hitched breaths and harsh grunts when she swallows me whole. I’m relentless when forcing her head down on my cock as I facefuck her. The gurgling noises she makes are obscene. Pornogrpahic, even.
And what caused my come to shoot through her mouth is seeing that she’s still massaging her clit, eventually squirting all over her wooden floors.
My hips stutter and I throw my head back to moan into the air. “Fuck, Y/N! That’s my fucking girl. Look at you making a mess while choking on my cock and swallowing my come.”
Y/N takes it upon herself to wrap her lips tighter around my cock and massage my balls, ensuring every single last of my nut has released in her mouth. I take it for a while, but I soon become sensitive, practically feeling my skin being sucked off.
“Easy now, angel,” I say through an airy chuckle. I pull my cock out and her mouth echoes a pop sound.
She whines a little because I’m no longer in her mouth and it causes me to smirk because it wasn’t too long ago where she acted like she hated me.
My hand grasps her chin and guides it upwards to meet with my eyes. “You swallowed for me, Y/N? Open up.” She nods, sticking her tongue out. “Perfect.”
“You’re going to fuck me again?” She asks, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.”
Gosh, this woman will be the death of me.
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Thrilling Chase || Aemond Targaryen x Reader
Summary: All the girls want him. One does not. And he wants her
Word Count: 1551
Warnings: Not really. Aemond being a bit more of book Aemond than show Aemond and being overall annoyed with life
Author’s note: I dreamt this plot Sunday night and spend the entire day racking my brains to turn it into a fic. Please let me know about any errors, I am still polishing my English. Also this Aemond I am not sure I got the characterization right but I liked how it turned out. And remember I interact from @finite--incantatem
The ball is being hosted with the purpose of celebrating Aegon’s nameday. What better way to celebrate the anniversary of his birth than being surrounded by fine drinks and lovely ladies, a field full of flower buds for him to pick and spoil? Aemond can barely stand the frivolous pomp and pageantry, the ass kissing lords showering his brother and father in banal pleasantries and praises, as if any one of them paid any heed to such flummery; one too inebriated to care and the other unable to hear anything above his own wheezing.
Aemond has tried to excuse himself three times before the feast has even been served; as dutiful as he could be, even he has a limit, and his limit has been long surpassed by this insufferable event. But his weak spot has overcome his distaste, in the form of his gentle mother, who implores him to play the part for the evening. His sweet mother, who does everything in her power for the family to present a united front, all while sweeping the shambles behind the drapes. Only for her happiness is he willing to endure this foolery.
He hoped that chatting up some minor lordlings and not yawning before them would be enough to fulfil his obligations; but he has not accounted for the unwanted feminine attention. Aemond thought his physical imperfections and his downright hostile demeanour would be enough to ward off the ladies, but he could not deny the facts; as the eldest bachelor in the family, he remains a coveted prize to whom lords would offer their daughters in silver trays. He can vividly imagine them, ambitious men whispering in the ears of their girls and urging them to employ any means necessary to get in Aemond’s good graces. Only then could he explain the parade of fair maidens, all of them more adorned than carnival horses, showering him with their candid smiles and their coy giggles, batting their eyelashes and hinting most cunningly how much they would love to dance. They all seem to ask the same pre thought and bland questions; if one more lady asks to ever see Vhagar, Aemond would go and bring her down to the hall for them to see up close and personal.
Just when he hopes he has done enough to please his mother and the crowds, the first dances begin. One look from the Queen deters his efforts to flee the scene; without word, he has been reminded that his duty has yet to conclude. But Aemond would much rather eat Aegon’s toes than be found dancing with a lady. All his dexterity and gracefulness in the sparring yard do not translate to his waltzing skills; while he could be fast and silent and slippery in the face of the enemy, at the tune of the strings he possesses the elegance of a rotting tomato left in the sun.
The Prince knows the second he sets foot into the dance floor, he will be swarmed with adoring girls. But he cares not for them, since he has already set his eye on one. Just like the others she is burdened by golds and silks and stones, but unlike them, she carries her adornments with such grace and dignity that the opulence of her garments only brings forth her natural beauty.
There is something in her, something unidentifiable and unexplainable, that makes her so…so alluring. It may be the way her lips hold a perennially ineffable smile, so subtle one cannot truly tell it is there, but the mere possibility of its existence is enough to entice the mind.
It could also be her hands. Aemond cannot stop staring at them, from the way her fingers curl around the stem of the goblet, to the particular way they bend when she holds onto the pendant hanging from a fine gold chain around her neck, a subtle move that occurs whenever a young man engages her in conversation. Her left hand holds delicately onto a small fan, although its purpose seems to add to her aura of mysticism rather than keep her cool; her face disappears behind it whenever her smile becomes too wide, only her piercing eyes remaining visible, keeping her expressions unreadable, a most intriguing secret.
Only the greatest artists of the country, working for years on the best of marbles, could even dare to come close to resembling her splendour. The figure of the Maiden brought to life, and that would be a most dashing compliment - for the Goddess.
If he is to dance, he must dance with her.
He cuts through the crowd, moving past wide-eyed ladies and squeezing around dancing couples with one objective in mind. She is right there, standing near the pillar bearing the image of King Jaehaerys. She is alone, and she saw him coming. The proximity of the prey has Aemond on edge, muscles tense and ready to pounce. A man cuts his way, and he pushes him aside vigorously, but it is too late. Her figure has disappeared amongst the crowd like a vision.
Aemond spots her again a few minutes later, near the massive gates of the hall. Once more he approaches her, but he is distracted by his mother asking something, and once more loses his chance. The process repeats several times, with her always standing just at his fingertips but never close enough to grasp, her presence so real yet also so unsubstantial he begins to think he is trapped in a vivid dream.
The Prince is well damn tempted to just order everyone but her out of the chamber, but there is something in the chase, the subtle yet invigorating excitement of the pursuit, the way his pupil is blown wide and his jaw set in concentration. A sensation he has only ever experienced while wielding his sword in the training yards or soaring the skies with his dragon. An unexplainable elation, all due to this little dove who keeps flying away.
Aemond groans in frustration as she evades him once more. How can she be so fast and nimble while wearing a heavy gown? Are the Seven playing a wicked game on him, fate holding the prize above his head just out of reach? He does not care now for dancing nor pleasing his mother. This is a matter of pride; to go through all these obstacles to drop out mid-hunt would be shameful and disappointing.
She is now across the room, now more easily visible due to the dwindling crowds. She is looking straight at him, half her face obscured by her fan. But she pulls it down softly, painfully slow, and Aemond’s heart beats frantically in his chest, like he is witnessing the unveiling of the world’s greatest mystery. The fan rests lightly on her chin, and she rewards the prince with a cunning smirk.
She is doing it on purpose.
It all makes sense now. How could he be so stupid not to realise she has been playing the game alongside him? Evading him and taunting him, letting him think he had her and then slipping away like sand. This newfound knowledge spurs his desires. He needs to have her close, needs to know who she is and why is she doing this to him. His decorum and self-control slips away as a new feeling blooms within him. A warmth blooming in the depths of his body and spreading through his body. The more he cannot have her, the more he wants her. She may be akin to the image of the Maiden, but Aemond is sure the deity has never evoked the thoughts now crossing his mind, nor has any other woman ever before.
Determined to sate his curiosity, and perhaps some other lowly needs, he makes a straight line for her. She does not move nor backs out, and he can already feel the silk of her dress under his fingertips and the scent of her perfume in his nose. He doesn’t understand where the primal urge to crash his lips against hers stem from, but he is ready to give in to that urge as well.
His marching is cut abruptly by the colliding of his body against a long table. He had been so focused and lost, so unlike himself, that he paid no attention to anything or anyone around him, his vision like a tunnel focused upon her. The table is so long he would have to wander half the hall to circumvent it, and he still has enough hold of his wits to know it would be improper to vault over it or slide under the tablecloth. They are so close, yet the brief distance is unbreachable for the time being.
His eye meet hers, the mischief dancing in her pupils. The corners of those soft lips tug just a bit more, sly and bewitching. She backs away slowly, the fan coming up once more to shield her face. She turns around and disappears behind a column amidst the rustle of stiffened skirts and the tinkling of her bracelets
Defeat overcomes the Prince, but a smirk spreads across his own lips. He has not given up the chase; he is just giving the dove a head start before the hunt resumes.
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MHA headcanons bcuz the show brings me a lot of joy
If you don't agree with them or they clash with canon that's ok just scroll on, peace and love on the planet earth and whatnot.
⭐Iida is straight but is openly into BL. He's up to date on new releases, mostly pg shoujo stuff. Except for one fantasy comic that is hella explicit at some points but he is VERY passionate about the lore and characters.
⭐Bakugo has Inosuke levels of androgyny going on. He would give Shouto a run for his money in the "class 1-A's resident prettyboy" vote that was held if he 1. wasn't too scary for people to vote for him. and 2. if he stopped scowling for like two seconds.
⭐Aoyama is some flavor of nonbinary but doesn't use any labels because he HATES them. He is an ✨experience✨, a piece of art up for interpretation.
⭐Pro hero Red Riot has a line of menstrual hygiene products with cool and manly packaging because he's very popular with transmasc people and wanted to give back something helpful and validating to them.
⭐Kirishima once called Bakugo his "brofriend" and he just about had an aneurysm.
⭐ Before they got together, Kirishima wrote half the valentine's cards Bakugou recieved anonymously because he "just had so many feelings it couldn't fit just on one card!!"
⭐Bakugou is a secret romantic. He hates talking about it because it's "bad for his image" but he has a big collection of shoujo manga and internally melts whenever Kiri does something soft for him like buying flowers or holding his hand in public.
⭐Aizawa regularly gets intrusive thoughts of becoming a househusband whenever he has a particulaly annoying time. Like after his 7th parent teacher conference of the day or after a full week of falling asleep in uncomfortable beds in seedy hostels he stares at the ceiling like "Hizashi is a celebrity. He has three jobs. What am I doing here? I love him. I can't cook but I could learn 😫"
⭐Kaminari hits on Bakugo's mom every chance he gets. Bakugo's tries to blow him up, Mitsuki thinks it's fucking hilarious.
⭐Allmight has a crush on Midoriya Inko but is scared to do anything about it because A. it might upset Izuku and B. he thinks he's too old and ugly for her.
⭐You'd think Midnight would be a bad teacher based on her general sexy nature but actually she's well loved because she's the only teacher who the kids trust with advice on relationships and intimacy, especially after the dorm system set in. She has time set aside each week where she's available for anyone to pop into her office and chat about whatever they're worried about. Aizawa is endlessly thankful for this because one time Todoroki asked him what a backshot is because he heard Sero make a joke about it and he's still healing from that conversation.
⭐Since both of their quirks are food based Sato and Momo often bake together. Sato's the master decorator, Momo buys good quality ingredients and is a beast at chiffon cakes.
⭐Denki can't swim. After The Incident in primary school where he almost electrocuted a whole swimming pool of people he's been scared to try.
⭐Kirishima has two moms. His birth mom had him at like 18 and his biological father wasn't ready for that yet. Her best friend immediately stepped up to help with the baby, and that's Kiri's mama now.
Thank you for reading!! I am incredibly late to this fandom but hey I'm having fun now so. Sick.
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Victory; DR3
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Summary: a one shot about Dad!Daniel and your little family dynamic
Word count: 1.8k
A/N: this turned out nothing like i wanted to hence the small wordcount but alas !! thinking of maybe taking requests tbh? lemme know
A large grunt left your mouth, your cheeks puffed out angrily as you gave a pathetic thump to a giant inflatable letter A wafting around in the wind. You were cursing Dan for choosing a name with so many letters as you fought with giant foil balloons spelling out the name Victoria.
Dan stepped out into the garden with his hands held up as though he was being ordered by an authority. “What have I done and how can I help?” Dan snarked toward your clearly frustrated state.
“Fix these fucking balloons!” You walked away from its current state half tempted to give up and celebrate Vcirotia. Dan gave you a wide birth as he passed you mocking your current temper amidst the rainbow decorations surrounding you. “You know I had to go to three different shops to get all these letters, nothing but a pain in my bloody ass.” You plonked yourself on the floor cross legged beside a ‘life-sized unicorn’ which was even beginning to annoy you. How could something be life size when it didn’t exist? Ridiculous. You watched as he navigate the thing strings in and out of one another, guiding the balloons into their positions to spell out your daughter’s name.
“Isn’t she awesome?” His nose pressed on the edge of the cot to get as close to his new-born daughter as possible without disturbing her. “Man, this is insane,” you hazily stared at the pair of them from the hospital bed. Your new little family. “Hey,” Daniel stood making his way back over to you, “what are you crying for?” You shrugged unaware that you had even began crying again suddenly feeling pathetic.
“I am so drugged up, I don’t know,” you whimpered as he knelt at the side of your bed peeling back a piece of hair stuck to your forehead with sweat with a quiet laugh at your hormonal whiplash taking place. He took your hand in his and placed a kiss to the back of it.
“I’ve been thinking of a name… Victoria. It means victory,” Daniel hesitated to gauge your reaction, one thing you hadn’t agreed on easily was a name and the most he received now was a gentle twitch from your lips as you lay with your eyes half shut. “Like she’s my greatest win. Or greatest finish, some might say.” Daniel had been hanging onto that joke for a while and was visibly disappointed by the lack of reaction from his current audience. “Okay, you’ll laugh at that when you’re sober-”
“Victoria Ricciardo,” a breathy whisper as you said it aloud for the first time but a smile fell upon your lips at the way it rolled off your tongue. That was your little girl. “I like it.”
“She’s gonna be a Ricciardo?” Daniel watched as you gave a small nod and it was his turn to have a tidal wave of emotions. He watched as you lay falling into a sleep with his baby girl beside you. Instinctively watching both of your chests rise and fall with your breath accepting that was all he would do for the rest of his life, make sure that his two girls were okay.
“Voila!” Dan stepped back and admired his handywork now spelling out his daughters correct name and not something from Star Trek. “Mum said she’ll bring her in a few hours. My spidey-senses were tingling at a potential freakout from you,” you glared upward at him as he held out a hand to pick you up off the floor. “You know it is not your birthday therefore, you cannot cry – even if you want to.” His smug face leaning in to give you a small peck on the cheek as you reached him. Your shoulders instantly relaxed at the gesture before you listed off the rest of party preparations to be completed.
Within two hours the garden had been transformed into a toddler’s dreamland, with giant unicorns, rainbow streamers, a bouncy castle and enough food to make a grown man sick. You watched as Dan walked around and made sure everything was secured down safely before he made his way back to you to take in his hard work.
“Her first proper party,” Dan took your hand in his as the pair of you looked out across the garden, a giant number three in the centre of it all. You always appreciated the sense of safety and security whenever he took your hand in his. You were a team and he was by your side. A family.
“I’m already exhausted and there’s no kids here yet. Anyway, I’m going to go fix this,” you gestured at your face as you turned toward the house.
“Want me to tell Mum it’s safe to bring her round?” Dan was already getting his phone from his pocket as he asked.
“No, no. Just give it… half an hour. We can have a drink first before the madness.”
Dan smiled and slipped his phone back into his pocket. He appreciated how lonely it was for you raising Victoria whilst he’s away most of the time and as much as he treasured every minute he had with his daughter he knew how important it was to put you first at times too.
As soon as the house there was an eruption of constant noise whether it be joyous laughter, squeals as Dan bounced the children far too high or tears from bumped heads. Your nerves were on edge the entire time while Victoria yelled “higher” continually at Dan. Victoria took after Dan in the one way that made you on edge most of the time, a little adrenaline junkie with no concept of danger. In her small head nothing could be dangerous with her Daddy around but the skin around your nails told a different story. The only quiet time was when they all sat to eat lunch at which point Daniels’ mum ordered that yourself and Dan escape to a quiet room momentarily, “you can imagine this one as a kid, I know how tired you are,” Grace made a very good point.
Closing the door to the front room to try and drown out the children’s music as much as possible you both flopped onto the sofa with a huff.
“How many more of these do we have to do?” Dan rolled his neck on the back of the sofa to look at you.
“So many more,” your eyes roamed over the rows of birthday cards scattered across the floor and bags of unopened presents before locking with Dan who was still staring at you. “I’m just glad there’s only one of her,” you chuckled, Dan raising his eyebrows in agreement.
“Mummy-” you instinctively opened your arms to Victoria peering around the door. Momentarily forgetting she had a second – and more preferred – option of Dan. “Daddy… I’m tired,” she clambered onto his lap rubbing her fists into her eyes. Dan gently pulled them away and tucked her into his chest. Your heart swelled at the sight of them together; maybe a second little one wouldn’t be awful but realistically you knew it wasn’t a possibility. Victoria’s hair had lightened over the years but her dark brown eyes were the mirror image of Dan’s.
“You can’t be tired little miss, you’re the birthday girl!” Dan explained as you let out a large yawn.
“Mummy’s tired,” Victoria pointed out, looking up at Dan from under her long lashes with her big eyes that would make you cave instantly in most circumstances.
“Mummy is allowed to be tired; she looks after you all day!” Victoria squealed as Dan began tickling her, squirming around on his knee with a gleeful belly laugh escaping her. Three years on and it still gave you butterflies when Dan referred to you as ‘mummy’ like it was the greatest title you had ever been given.
A ring of the doorbell had Dan scooping Victoria up and heading toward another one of her guests. Although you were certain everyone had turned up, and it was too late into the afternoon for anyone else to be arriving. You stayed sitting gathering the energy to go out and face a crowd of toddlers once more when you heard Victoria.
“Joshy!” A high-pitched squeak had you immediately out of the room to the front door. Victoria was wriggling out of Dan with her arms outstretched toward Josh.
“Hey pumpkin, you having a good day? Hey man, alright?” Josh and Dan clapped hands in a friendly manner as Josh made his way toward you holding Victoria. A tightening in your chest watching both Dan and Josh interact in front of you. Josh eventually blocking your view of Dan as he walked toward you with Victoria sat upon on his hip. He leant down to give you a small peck on the lips. “Got off work early,” Josh answered your silent question at his surprise arrival.
“Come and see the unicorn!!” Victoria yelled into Josh’s ear excitedly, her sleepy demeanour now forgotten. Josh followed Victoria’s finger in the direction of the garden filled with children.
“I’ll go help Mum clear up the food,” Dan excused himself from you too quickly for your liking. Pinching your eyes together in anxiety at the situation you found yourself in. Granted, Josh was no secret to Dan: you had been honest about starting a new relationship and only introduced him to Victoria with Dan’s permission but you weren’t prepared for such an intimate setting to be shared with them both.
Gathering yourself together you couldn’t help but notice the abrupt silence as you entered the kitchen, Grace collecting paper plates and Dan brushing off crumbs from the table, placing a pile in the bin and heading outside. Raking a hand through your hair you watched with a small smile as Victoria paraded Josh off to her gaggle of friends like he was a shiny new toy, Dan stood to the side watching on himself as he took a swig of his drink.
“Don’t worry about him,” Graced chirped popping up from behind a black bin bag, following your eyes in the direction of a solem looking Dan.
“He wasn’t supposed to come- I just wanted it to be Dan’s day with her- I don’t even know where my phone is,” looking around exasperated as your thoughts all snowballed into one.
“You know what men are like, especially when there’s a little angel like our Victoria involved. And you.” Grace looked out to Victoria now showing off to Josh how high she can jump on the bouncy castle. “She looks like she gets on well with him, that’s all that matters.”
Sighing you head outside and stood next to Dan, arms folded staring in the same direction as he was at the party scene in front of you in silence. You could four children hanging off Josh's frame as they climbed over him, Victoria laughing and encouraging more to do so as Josh patiently allowed them.
“She knows you’re her dad, you know?” The thought tumbled from your mouth catching Dan off guard. You noticed him swallow nervously, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. “She knows, I mean, nobody else can be…”
“Josh gets on well with her. It’s fine,” echoing his mother’s sentiment but a lot harsher sounding than when Grace had said it to you.
“He’s just not you,” your breath hitched in your throat as you said it, unsure if you had said the words for yourself or on behalf of Victoria. A pang of betrayal hit your chest when Josh was looking over at you smiling at his current predicament feeling the stare of Dan's eyes in the side of your head.
You turned bravely to find Dan's focused stare on you, his eyes held so much in them but truthfully you didn't have the power to decipher any of his unspoken thoughts. The pair of you had built up such a barrier between each other to try and protect Victoria and co-parent as successfully as possible.
"I should go count there's enough goody bags before the kids leave," your attempt to walk away interrupted by Victoria tugging at your wrist dragging you over to Josh now laying on the bouncing castle getting bounced all over.
"I'll do it," you heard Dan mumble as he entered the house, refusing to watch you play happy families with someone that wasn't him.
You had your little family but it was far from perfect. The only thing that was perfect was the little girl in the midst of it all and because of that she was your own little victory.
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As much as I love Sophia I have to say that this isn't the first time that she's performative or acts like a hypocrite with her activism. She often chooses what to advocate for based on what's convenient for her.
I had to take a moment before answering this because it's a subject I have really strong opinions, cause I am very left wing and Sophia is pretty much a centrist/progressist, that sells herself as moderate left wing, as most of US celebrities, who thinks democratic party is left wing when in fact it's center with inclinations towards right.
With that being said, it's a critic I don't necessarily agree with but I can understand the place where it comes from and it's a very pertinent criticism, cause she is very vocal when it's about a minority she isn't part of or something related to US women, that might affect her directly/indirectly, but when it's something bad related to what Biden's administration/Democratic Party or that might put her businesses in danger, she conveniently forgets it exists or just do a very plain approach of the subject so she doesn't hurt her brand.
Don't get me wrong, I admire the work she does, it would be amazing that more celebrities were engaged in real activism like she is, she really go that extra mile that lacks many people when it comes to activism online on daily basis and she is of a few celebrities that knows how to use her platform, I said so many times that we can see that she actually cares for the stuff she defends, however, she is also a business woman, she works in the entertainment business and she is very close to the Democratic Party's currently directory (Main leaders of the party,), so yeah, she is going to use whatever she can to sell the image of progressist person, cause it's also good to her brand and it's how politics and Hollywood works.
However for someone that is part of a minority, that doesn't have a platform or any form of power, it's annoying to see a white cis person speaking about racism and transphobia, as if being a woman and a member of LGBT community it's enough to give her free pass to advocate about a pain, that she doesn't know what it is like, cause she is a white cis woman that presents herself as her gender she was asigned on her birth and she will never know what is like to be treated as potential threat just because of the color of your skin or having to deal with people conveniently wronging your pronoums just to invalidate your identity. This is pretty much as if a cis guy was picket to represent a group of women in a women's right event. People criticized her for her Tulsa Riot's theming wedding, and they were totally right, I know she had the best intentions, but whenever I see pictures of it, I can't help but to think this is something Ms. Morello from "Everybody Hates Chris" would do, cause this can be read as a white person trying to hijack a serious event from a black community to promote herself.
And it's amazing how she is able to create a moral vaccum that makes her capable of passionately defend stuff in her podcasts, such as the WGA and SAG-AFTRA strikes, and not even care enough to go into 1 single picket line during the nearly 200 days of those strikes and even joked about having a lot of free time to read books and enjoying a vacation. Like, my dude, Charlie Hunnam, he is an immigrant, he is a white dude that doesn't get involved in politics, cause he fears that he can be deported, he has no social media, he was still recovering from a back injury from Rebel Moon's set, he had every single excuse to avoid this issue that people were going to understand, but once he came back from England in the first weeks of the strike, he was in every single fucking picket line until the end of both strikes. She keeps asking for a ceasefire, she signed the artists for ceasefire letter, and posted a thing or two on social media about it, but she is in every single dem funding raise and WH's partie's like the one last night, while Biden's administration is actively beating the crap out of students in pacific protests requesting Biden and Kamala stop funding Palestine's genocide (To me, everyone who was there last night is a fucking hypocritical, including people I admire such as Sophia, Chris Pine and Lynda Carter).
And again, I get that she doesn't want to risk her relationships, her own livinghood and the brand she created cause she helps a lot of people with her business, but you also can't be defensive when the argument of being a performative activist is used against you.
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Random ass vent that Lowkey is all over the place and I shouldn’t post this publicly but idgf maybe someone will read it and relate or be like “this bitch stupid idk”
Today my family is celebrating thanksgiving. I just weighed myself and turns out Im at my starting weight again. Starting tomorrow I’m going to watch what I’m eating. I don’t necessarily want to go hard core 500 cals just yet, but I want to eat healthy foods and count calories. I also wanna exercise. I just wanna make healthy habits and be healthy. I mean yeah I will probably eat a less amount of calories to keep me healthy but once I reach at least 120 pounds , that’s when I will starting eating a healthy amount of cals cuz I look like a cow. Even my cousins are getting smaller than me. I think that’s my problem. I mean I compare myself to a lot of people but I compare myself a lot to my cousin. Maybe because my mom compares her to me a lot. Or maybe because we where close in age. Or maybe because we use to be friends but then she turned into a fake bitch and now I feel like I need to be better than her to just prove something. Like today I’m at her house and I noticed she wrote “permit test” on her calendar. And that really makes me annoyed and stressed out because I am a year older (16) and I should already have it but I can’t take it yet because I’m still waiting for my birth certificate to come in the mail. It’s stresses me out because what if I fail? I mean I could retake it. I don’t know. I don’t need to be better than anyone. I just want to be skinny. I wanna have good grades. I wanna be able to drive. I want good friends. I wanna be closer to God. I just want inner peace. I know it sounds corny but meh idk . I just wanna go home to my cat and be alone in my room. What’s wrong with me. Am I even normal lmao? Am I just overthinking… overreacting? I know I can be so much better than this what the actual fuck is wrong with me. I’m such a btich. I always complain abt my mom yelling at me but then I treat my brother the same way. Am I gonna treat my kids like this in the future? Tf hopefully no. I need to change. I need to just be nicer and more positive. Not just in a mental form but also physically I need to be healthy. Like I have such good genes! I have a very curvy body and small bones and waist. It’s just covered in 60 each pounds of tucking fat. I have nice hair, a pretty face (I mean some ppl will think it’s normal not like supermodel, western beauty standard type of pretty) I mean I kinda got a non defined nose and uneven eyebrows but it’s alright bc it makes my features look softer and my eye shape is pretty. And my mouth reminds me of a pourcil doll (idk how to spell it lol) but anyways I’m just saying I like how my face looks, I like my hair and body (if I was skinny) and I like my skin color. I use to be embarrassed of how pale I am but idc anymore. Everyone should be happy with themselves and their skin bc everyone is different. Yk how boring earth would be if we all looked the same. Anyways I just needa loose weight and be nicer and stop overthinking so much. I’ll be alright I just need to make the changes.
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I am quite frankly so over his shit. Like sure everything is sweet and I have a roof over my head and food and he works hard for me. But I am so tired of asking him to take a morning off or take a day off. Let’s go be responsible and do our doctors appointments. Let’s go have fun and plan something. He doesn’t take the time off. When our plans or dates go bad he accuses me and blames me. Always throws it in my face that I don’t plan anything and we need to plan more ahead. Says next time I better be the one to make the plans because he is sick and tired of doing all the hard work planning. This is bullshit. I know for a fact it is. Because last time I planned something, usually something fun or with my family. He doesn’t ask for the day off, until it’s the morning of. I complain and I’m sad because ultimately he failed me, he let me down he didn’t ask for the time off for fulfill our plans that I talked about time and time again. I remind him over and over to ask for it off, to the point I guess I annoy him and he snaps at me to stop. I planned something for tomorrow. It won’t happen and I feel embarrassed thanks to him. He embarrasses me. Yesterday was my parents anniversary. I wanted to do something nice with them, but not a dinner. Go to the lavender festival, my mom loved the lavender I brought her last time. Then I thought about my grandma and her cancer surgery is less than a week away. So why not invite her too, a nice family gathering to celebrate my parents and to show love to grandma. Beautifully planned right. I communicated with them, they set a day, me and him communicate and agree okay sure that day. So I tell them I’ll get back to you guys and confirm it once he officially gets the day off and asks for it. He doesn’t. Weeks go by. And I mean weeks. He had two weeks to send a 30 second text. I scheduled a doctors appointment that morning. I am so scared. I genuinely am afraid of getting my blood drawn. I can’t stand it. I ask him to be there, to take me, to be a little late to work. Sure I get it you don’t give a fuck about my family or my feelings. But please just do this one thing ya know be there for me. I’m scared because I don’t have faith that he will. I know he is a immature boy that doesn’t know to step up and be there like he implies he will. I know it but ya see I’m dumb I still put faith over and over. The last time he told his boss he wasn’t going to work at the very last minute, and I mean the last minute he had hours that morning to text his boss. He waited until he should’ve been driving to work. He was that big of a pussy to send a text that he had weeks to send. I told him that shit is not going to happen again, I will not tolerate this dumb procrastination it embarrasses you and makes you look like a bad employee for no good reason. YOU HAD WEEKS. When I told him I want him to be there for doctors appointments for the possible baby. He told me I should man up now because I’m not gonna be able to handle it. That I mine as well go alone. He is the one that wanted a baby so goddamn bad he would throw away my birth control. He would make me feel bad every day when it was that time for my pill. He made it so hard on me. I know he is not gonna step up and be there for me, for a baby I know that. He can’t even handle me he is not going to be able to handle this. He is making me not so scared of an abortion like I used to be. The thing that pisses me off more is I wish I could just scoop up my family and go with them and take them in my car. Forget him he can miss out on the fun then. But I fucking can’t. Because I am fucking waiting around on him to get my car up and running and I cannot afford this. This is bad. He says they figured out what needs to be replaced, he says he has to go to work almost 2 hours early to order the part for my car. Funny thing is he doesn’t even report back to me later that day anything about my car. I don’t even know if the part was ordered. And to make me feel better they’re pretty sure that is probably what needs fixing. Ya know. Probably. Pretty sure.
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How would ex husband gojo deal with y/n’s birthday?
Ex husband Gojo: your birthday
A/N: Am I going to ignore all the questions about whether y/n is pregnant or not and complete this request instead? Absolutely! *cue evil laughing*
⚠️Warnings: MINORS DNI, sexual content, fingering, swearing, implied breeding
“Mom you guys wanna come over today since it’s my birthday?” You ask your mom on the phone, fiddling with your nightgown nervously, knowing her answer.
“Shouldn’t you spend the day with your kids? Call Gojo over too, he deserves to see his kids celebrate your birthday too” your mom replied. You sigh, hanging up before your mom could peak any further.
You wish your parents weren’t manipulated by Gojo too. You knew every word that came out of your mom’s mouth was words Gojo put in her head.
Gojo’s pity words of ‘wanting to keep his family together’ fit perfectly with your mother’s old fashioned mindset of forgiving your partner ‘for the kids’ - that’s why Gojo always ran to your mother in disputes, knowing the woman who birthed you would still side with him.
You suddenly hear giggling coming from outside your bedroom. You smile sweetly, loving the sound of your children’s giggles first thing in the morning.
“Happy birthday momma!” They burst into your room, cheering happily when you pretend to be happily surprised. “Thank you my angels! C’mere” you say, hugging your adorable mini me’s.
You hear footsteps outside your room. You know it’s him, you brace yourself, ready to face your ex husband.
“So where’s my birthday girl?” you hear his annoying voice coo patronisingly as he enters your bedroom, he’s dressed smartly, wearing his shades as usual.
Suddenly his lanky figure blocks your view, as he towers over your body from the side of the bed. “Found you” he adds with a wide cocky smile, mischief plastered all over his face.
He enters the bed and gets under the covers casually, causing the kids giggle at Gojo. He starts touching you under the sheets but you keep your mouth shut after seeing the kids look so happy.
You watch your younger daughter make grabby hands at Gojo, who leaned towards his daughter’s touch, you subtly watch her whisper to her daddy to ‘distract mommy while we finish her card!’
You bite your lips to hide your laugh when your older son’s big icy blue eyes looks at you panickedly, hoping you didn’t hear his and his sister’s little plan.
You watch Gojo laugh before pinching his daughter cheeks before shooing them both out the room.
You sigh as you feel Gojo’s head turn towards you, you can almost see his wide victorious smile, knowing he has a golden opportunity to keep you to himself.
His pale fingers dance across your shoulders, “you know y/n.. I didn’t get you a birthday gif-“
“I don’t care” you snapped.
He laughs. An amused laugh, he loves how easy it is to rile you up, of course you care, he always brings you luxurious gifts, you really expect him to believe that you don’t care? Hell, he’s probably the only person you would’ve got a gift from!
“How about I make it up to you with a gift right now?” He suggests, his voice growing deeper as you feel his hands sneak your nightgown.
You squirm around, trying to resist the urge of giving in to his heavenly skills in bed. You’re frustrated, he knows that. After all, he’s the reason you don’t get any action from other men.
“Fuck off-! The- the kids are downstai-“ you try to reason but your protests are swallowed by Gojo’s mouth as he shoves his mouth onto yours, kissing you feverishly, he dominates you easily, groaning as he does.
He sloppily makes out with you, his fingers pushing past your underwear to play with your sweet spot, his fingers quickly become coated in your cream. He smiles against your lips in excitement.
“All that for me baby? And here I thought you wanted me to fuck off” he mocks with a cocky wide smile.
You ignore his idiotic teasing, too busy chasing your own pleasure, bucking your hips against his fingers. He watches you adoringly with a lazy smile, happily giving into you, after all it’s your birthday right?
His other hand rests on your hips helping you grind harder against his long fingers. You hiss in pleasure, you can feel your knot tightening in your tummy. He kisses your tummy with a hum while still fingering you.
He looks up expectantly at you as he picks up the pace. He knows you’re close, he’s fucked you enough times during your marriage and afterwards to know every close detail. His own eyes roll back at watching the pleasure on your face.
“Happy birthday baby” he whispers breathlessly as you release, gushing all over his fingers, he stares down at the masterpiece you’ve created on his fingers.
He laughs psychotically as he licks the arousal off his fingers, looking directly at you as he did.
You close your eyes, pretending to be tired, but you both know it’s out of embarrassment of giving into him again. He smiles at you nevertheless, kissing your cheeks. “You’re like a horny teenager that can’t control herself” he chuckled against your cheeks.
You push him off you annoyed, “can you shut up for 5 mins please?” You groan, he laughs once more, before he stares down at your stomach, stroking it like he did last time.
You know what he’s thinking.
“I was lying about not bringing you a gift, it’s with the kids because they wanted to put the gifts together” he spoke after a few minutes of silence.
“Thanks” you muttered.
“Now pull your gown down” he orders, which you quickly obey when you hear your children’s giggles as they run up the stairs.
“Happy birthday mommy!” The kids cheer in unison as they present the big gift to you.
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On Expectations:
I have noticed the build up of concerning trend in royal watching over the past few months.
I am specifically talking about royal watchers measuring the Cambridges against a yard stick that has been INVENTED by the same so called fans.
The fact that they use this yard stick to only measure The Cambridges is a topic that could use a post of it’s own.
I notice people complain over and over again that the Cambridges are disappointing them.... all because the Cambridges are not meeting their expectations. Pray tell me how are the Cambridges supposed to live up to expectations that they are not even aware of?
Let’s talk about the two biggest sticks that I see the Cambridge “fans” use the most to beat their faves with.
1. Kate needs to work more.
2. KP’s social media sucks.
Re: #1:
Did I miss a rule book that specifies how many hours a week that Kate (whose only official job is to produce heirs btw), as the Successor to the next Queen Consort is supposed to work? Does this same rule book spell out how many children she is allowed to birth and how much money she is allowed to spend on clothes? The make believe standards that some people hold up Catherine up to are wild to me. She gets nitpicked on like no one else in the entire Royal family. What is it about her that makes people want to pick on her? Is it because she is still young? Is it because she is a woman? Is it because she is quiet? Is it because she doesn’t complain so everyone now thinks that they own her? I have noticed that the same people who put Catherine under a microscope are willfully ignorant about applying the same made up standards to the monarch, to her heir, or to the next Queen consort. To me this entire thing reeks of misogyny and all of it is coming from other other women. I find it appalling.
Here is the part I find the most amusing. The women who complain about Catherine’s work ethic are the same ones who love to use her popularity for clout. They are the first to post her pictures. Let me ask you a question. Is it that you want Kate to work more? Or is it that you want her to be more visible so that you have new “content” for your social media? To me it sounds a lot like the latter. It sounds like you are mad that you can’t use her more than you already do.
Re #2:
Here is what the Royal Family has to say about the role and function of its working members. You will notice that social media is not on the list. Is it annoying that KP makes typos and that their writing style changes from time to time? Sure. Does it mean the response that people on Tumblr have is proportionate given the subject matter? Nope.
Social media happens to be one of the many communication channels used by KP to engage with the public. Their work continues to be the primary way they engage with the public. Their relationship with the free press being the secondary way. The BRF/KP does not owe the UK public a presence on social media, nor does any other public servant for that matter. Do you think the Bidens and the BoJos of the world could simply stop interacting with the public and direct people to Twitter and Instagram instead? Nope. Please stop measuring Royal social media against what works for celebrities.
Complaining about KPs social media is bit like going on a vacation to a 5 star resort and enjoying everything the resort has to offer... and then giving the resort a 1 star review all because you disliked the music in the elevators.
Royal watching has been exhausting enough in the past couple of years. With Meghan more or less out of the picture, it has been interesting to see women turn their pitchforks back on Catherine. I would like think that the last couple of years would have taught people to appreciate Catherine for who is she is and for what she has done for the BRF. Instead, it seems that some people are addicted to villainizing women. If it can’t be Meghan, then it might as well be Catherine.
“Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.” Paulo Coelho
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The Laurenses for @thereallvrb0y :)
Alright buckle up bc it's going to be a long one. I'm gonna put a read more in a second, but this post includes Martha Manning Laurens, all the children of Henry and Eleanor Laurens, and Henry Laurens. My sources for all of these includes Gregory D. Massey's John Laurens and the American Revolution, and I will add more if I use more at the end!
Martha Manning Laurens
Martha Manning was born in St. Kitts, and was baptized on January 8, 1757. Her family moved to England by 1769. Her family was very high class, and she would have been very well educated in etiquette and would have had high expectations for her. Her father worked with Henry Laurens, and she possibly met his son, John, in October 1771.
They definitely met by the end of 1774 when he returned to London. John made frequent visits to the Manning home. Mr. Manning served as an unofficial guardian to John while his father was away.
"I am annoyed that you have for so long neglected to write to Mademoiselle Manning, you should have done so right away. She's a very nice young lady; I have the opportunity to see her often at her Father's, and the entire Family is very kind to me." -John Laurens to his sister.
John talked about Martha very politely, and with very little romantic feeling. They got along well as friends, then had a one-night stand where Martha got pregnant, forcing them into a marriage to preserve both families' honor. Around the time John and Martha had to have slept together correlates with when Laurens and Francis Kinloch ended their relationship, which was likely to have been ~homosexual in nature~ as the kids say
"Pity has obliged me to marry. But a Consideration of the Duty which I owe to my Country made me choose a Clandestine Celebration lest the Father should insist upon my Stay in this Country as a Condition of the Marriage. The Matter has proceeded too far to be longer concealed and I have this morning disclosed the Affair to Mr Manning in plain terms, reserv[ing] to myself a Right of fulfilling the more important Engagements to my Country." -John Laurens
They were married on October 26, 1776. She had a difficult birth in late January 1777, after John had already left to join the war in America.
Their daughter was ill for the beginning of her life. She suffered "much pain & misery by a swelling in her Hip, & Thigh." A surgeon "cut out a great piece of flesh" from her hip to assist in mobility. Martha and the baby moved to the country "for the change of air", which was considered the best remedy in the 18th century.
She seems to have written to John regularly, but rarely received a response, but that wasn't personal; Laurens was notorious for never responding to letters. She often sent the letters through his father, who tried to get John to respond more often.
When Henry Laurens was imprisoned in the Tower of London, she took her daughter to visit him.
She learned that John was in France in 1781, and attempted to visit him, but he had already left. She died in Lisle, France in October/November, 1781.
TW for the rest of this, there is a lot of death when it comes to the Laurens siblings, so it might be a bit upsetting, especially when it comes to Jemmy.
Henry Laurens Jr. the first
Henry Laurens Jr. was born in 1753. He was close with John at a young age. He died in August 1758. Yeah, off to a great start.
Eleanor "Nelly"
Nelly was born in 1755. She was also close with John at a young age. She died in April 1764. It's only uphill from here folks.
Martha "Patsy"
Martha was born in 1759, and almost died of smallpox as an infant. She was almost buried actually, but the doctors determined she was alive.
"Patsy is forward in her learning... she reads well & begins to write prettily, is not dull in the french Grammar, & plays a little on the Harpsichord, but better than all, she handles her needles in all the useful branches & some of the most refined parts of Womens work & promises me to learn to make minced Pies & to dress a Beef Steak."
After their mother's death, she was tutored by her older brother, John.
"I feel an irrestible pleasure result from seeing him act the part of a kind & able friend & Brother to a Sister of 11 Years Old who is now advancing fast in French & is as much a Mistress of English Grammar as any Girl of her age through his assistance. Besides this he brings on a little Harry & Jamie in their learning too."
While her brothers and father were in Europe, she stayed with her Uncle James and Aunt Mary, "despite her obvious talents and potential." John told Henry that he "promised to give Patsy an Opportunity of Learning to Draw", which was eventually arranged.
She traveled to join her family in 1775 in London. She met John on July 12. John decided to test her courage to see if "her mind" was "superior to the common accidents of life, and the groundless fears of some of her sex." He arranged for her carriage to be driven at a high speed on a bumpy road and examined her reaction for any "womanish fears." And yay!! She passed his sexist test!!! ("...he had found her the same Spartan girl he had left her.") Then she moved to Bristol.
John really loved her, after the sexist test ofc (you can't like your sister if she doesn't pass the sexist test). She consistently "demonstrated intellectual curiosity". Henry encouraged her, but reminded her that she was a woman: "When you are measuring the surface of this world, remember you are to act a part on it, and think of a plumb pudding and other domestic duties." Shut the hell up, Henry.
She was also very religious, as Henry was, and John wasn't. John even made fun of her when he requested a letter "in the first vacancy from the important Duties, of commanding, putting on, and Displaying the Sublime Inventions of the Millenenil Tribe; I think I may promise myself You will not remain Silent, now. My rashness in hinting at the Distribution of your Time will draw a spirited Harangue, I'll engage you for it."
Now I want to say something really quick about John. I have been reading 18th century language every day for a while, and I can understand it about 75% of the time, but I can barely every understand whatever tf John is saying. I am stupid, I'll admit that, but compared to Hamilton and he is so difficult to understand. It's the rich boy vibes.
John was also worried about her speech, specifically that she wouldn't acquire "that Grace of Deportment which gives Splendour to every Action." She apparently had an "undecided Tone" when talking, and John advised her to develop a polite speaking voice. He would know because he has ideal tone. He also convinced her to take long walks. Someone make him stop talking.
She stopped mentioning John in her prayers by 1782 before he died. ("...resolved to retire for that purpose of praying for her brother... some sudden call or other unexpected event interposed to prevent her from doing so.")
After John's death later that year (spoiler alert), she was torn between going to her grieving father or her sick uncle, to which Henry said: "Take care of my Dear Brother, let me rather suffer than him."
She ignored him and joined Henry in Bath anyway. She was shocked at his appearance.
"I can perceive his heart is bowed down, & he does indeed stand in need of some kind friend to soothe his Sorrows, I wish I were more adequate to the task, but notwithstanding my sincere desire to be his Comforter, my own heart is so heavy, that it is sometimes as much as I can do to appear tolerably cheerful. You know how greatly I was affected by the late melancholy Event in our family. Time, instead of alleviating this Grief, makes me every day more and more feel my loss."
She stayed in Bath in 1784, and assumed the responsibility of her younger sister and niece's education. She returned to Charleston on May 11, 1785, and married David Ramsay in 1787. She continued to act as Fanny Laurens' guardian. She also read Benjamin Rush's Thoughts upon Female Education.
She left Mepkin before her father was cremated. After Fanny eloped and her husband's finances took a dip, Patsy was sent into an emotional crisis. Yet, she still strived to instill virtue in her eight children. She died in 1811.
James "Jemmy/Jamie"
James Laurens, who I will call Jemmy, was born in November 1765, right after the Laurens estate was attacked by a patriot mob. Woo!
"...a very fine Boy, who seems as if he had not been half so much frighted by smutty faces, turned Coats, Cutlasses, & Bludgeons as his Mother was."
"...a wild, lively, sensible, good natur'd fellow..."
"...healthy and clever & seems to be a duplicate of his Elder Brother [John]."
Henry decided to take Jemmy to London along with John and Harry, and placed him at Winson Green, a school administered by Reverend William Howell. Jemmy showed significant improvement in his education. ("...there does not appear to be a want of Talents in any of you.")
The headmaster at the school then had a stroke, and after, John concluded that Jemmy was not getting proper attention and removed him to look for private schools in London. He narrowed it down to schools at Greenwich and Brompton, and decided to place Jemmy at Greenwich on September 4th because William Manning had leverage with the headmaster.
(TW for a death, skip to Harry)
As John was going to inform his father that he had found a school for Jemmy, he stopped at the Manning residence, where William Manning informed him that Jemmy had been seriously injured. He had attempted to jump "across from a Footing within the Iron rails" to John's window and fell and fractured his skull. John rushed home, but nothing could be done for Jemmy.
"At some Intervals he had his Senses, so far as to be able to answer single Questions, to beckon to me, and to form his Lips to kiss me, but for the most part he was delirious, and frequently unable to articulate. Puking, Convulsions never very violent, and latterly so gentle as scarcely to be perceived, or deserve the Name, ensued, and Nature yielded." -John Laurens, 1775
Henry "Harry" Jr. the second
Harry was born on August 25, 1763 at Mepkin Plantation, South Carolina. According to his father, he was "a little thick Headed, loves Marbles, Tops and Tumbling much more than his Books."
Henry sent Harry in early 1771 to London to be taught by Richard Clarke. He was looked after by George Appleby. Henry stayed behind because "his Constitution is not strong enough to bear the extreme Heats and Changes of this Climate." John stayed behind with his father. ("I detain him at his own particular desire for a month or two longer, in hopes of going with him. He says, if Harry goes first, he is sure that I will go after him.")
His father and brothers joined him in London on October 21. He was "in very good health, grown tall & improved in his Book."
Here's something... interesting, that happened. So Richard Clarke allowed his "Vagabond Brother" to live in his house. This brother "wantonly and maliciously thrust" a candle at Harry's face, which burned Harry's cheek, but if "an Eye had been struck, it must have perished."
Henry talked to John about Clarke, and he said, "Mr. Clarke does not keep a proper Discipline," and the boys of "duller Genius must remain Slack or go backward." Henry checked Harry's books and he had not written in five weeks. Clarke planned to move his school to Chinkford in Essex County in April and apparently this solved the problem I guess.
Harry and John left for Geneva with Henry on May 30, 1772 to see if they could go to school there (Henry really hated London). They traveled to France first.
"The Young Folks have been highly entertained... John has feasted on several Pieces of fine Painting, some of Carving, and a few in Sculpture. Harry has learn'd to string a few Sentences cleverly together in French and serves me sometimes for an Interpreter."
Henry approved of Geneva, and left Harry and John there to get edumacated, and they stayed at the home of Jean-Antoine Chais.
"They will have as many kind Friends in Geneve as they had in Charles Town, and more friendly Attention paid to them in all Respects than we could hope for in a Kingdom overwhelm'd by Luxury and Vice [England lol]... The Anxiety therefore which Distance of Place might have occasioned, must be greatly alleviated, if not wholly remov'd."
Henry showed a surprising amount of promise. John wrote that Harry "discovers more Talents than some folks were aware of." Massey writes in his biography of John that, "In many respects, Harry assumed the role of the typical middle child, overshadowed by both of his brothers... Harry never seemed to win his father's full affection."
As he was was watched over by John when they returned to London, John instructed him to avoid arguments about the war and to send duplicates of his letters to their father. ("Your Brother probably meant to mark you down for a Merchant by encouraging you to Send duplicates of you late Letters... a precaution which I could never persuade the Lawyer [John] to take." -Henry)
Harry returned to America in June 1784 with Henry, and married Eliza Rutledge in 1792. At one point, David Ramsay owed him $97,204.
He died on May, 27, 1821, and left behind 459 slaves and a $142, 510 estate. He gave his son, John Ball, the box John Laurens had gotten from King Louis XVI.
Mary "Polly" Eleanor
Polly was born on April 26, 1770, and her mother died because of the effects of her birth. Along with her older sister, her aunt and uncle took care of her while The Lads were in London. She traveled to join The Lads in 1775, and showed "considerable intellectual promise". However, according to Henry, her aunt was too lax with her. She also moved to Bristol.
She was always described as vivacious, "skipping and galloping about the Room in spite of all their Efforts to restrain her."
"Polly thinks the Restraint incident to her Sex, very mortifying, and asked one day with as much Gravity as Innocence, if they would not let her wear Breeches & become a Boy. She envied Harry his freedom very much and would wish to be upo the same footing with him. When she was told that this Change would not be effectual, she proposed what she thought infallibly answer the purpose, to be re-christen'd, and have a male Name... a narrative of the history of Joan of Arc may cure the little Maid's ambition for Breeches."
While some interpret the above as gender dysphoria, it is more likely that she thought the preference for her brothers was unfair, since she never seemed to think much else of being a girl besides this.
She stayed in Bath in 1784, and returned to Charleston on May 11, 1785. She married Charles Pinckney in April 1788 (though her father did not approve), then died from complications in childbirth in 1794.
Henry Laurens
Henry was born in Charleston in 1724, with an extensive genealogy of rich people. He was educated in Charleston, and worked at a counting-house. He went to England to for his education, and trained under a British merchant. (TW for discussions of slavery) He returned to South Carolina in 1747, and opened a mercantile business, and traded rice, indigo, deerskins, tar, pitch, silver, gold, and, of course, people.
In 1755, he wrote to another business describing what slaveholders looked for in their enslaved people.
"...very likely healthy People, Two thirds at least Men from 18-25 Years old, the other young Women from 14-18 the cost not to exceed Twenty five Pounds Sterling per head... There must not be a Callabar [sic] amongst them. Gold Coast and Gambias are best, next to them the Winward Coast are prefer'd to Angolas. We would not choose them sent in the Hurricane Season but rather to come in the months of October or November. Pray observe that our people like tall Slaves best for our business and strong withall. Such as small, meager or other ways ordinary won't sell better here than with you. The difference in price between Men and Women is never less than £ 3 Sterling per head, sometimes £ 6."
Despite trading black people and enslaving them for his entire life, he told John "I abhor slavery. I was born in a country where slavery had been established by British kings and parliaments...I am not the man who enslaved them..." So yeah, he's a hypocrite, and put the responsibility on other men, who were no less responsible, instead of not being an asshole! Oh and he never spoke publicly against slavery, so it really didn't matter that much to him.
He married Eleanor Ball on June 25, 1750, which is weird because marriages in the 18th century were most often in the winter, but whatever.
Henry began his political career in 1757 as a member of the Commons of House of Assembly, and remained there until the Revolution started.
He held the rank of Lieutenant Colonel in the South Carolina Militia during the French and Indian War. His business contributed 7,000 pounds to the war against the Cherokee tribe. He also kept a diary during this time, here. In 1758, he was appointed to oversee Charleston's defenses, and then in 1761, he went to negotiate a peace treaty with the Cherokee.
In 1762, Henry purchased his plantation, Mepkin. He continued to buy land and people, and eventually had 20,000 acres, and by 1766, had 227 enslaved people working for him.
He was appointed to the Kings Council in Carolina in 1764 and in 1768. This was a bad look for him, since the American Revolution was brewing. In October 1765, a mob of the Sons of Liberty stormed the Laurens' home, thinking that some other dude was there. Thankfully, no harm was done to the Laurenses, but it was pretty traumatic.
Despite this, Henry wasn't a Tory, and got into a lot of disputes with British authority. He was involved in a controversy from 1767 to 1769 over some of his ships that had been confiscated. Massey explained this whole thing in his book, but it was stupid. All you need to know really is that Henry won and decided he didn't like British people, which later led him to sign the Boston Port Bill Petition in opposition to the Tea Act.
Eleanor died in the spring of 1770, which really affected Henry for the rest of his life. He promised not to remarry and to prioritize his children's wellbeing and education no matter what.
Henry returned to Charleston in November, 1774, and was appointed the next year to the Safety Council as President. Then he held like five other positions but whatever.
He represented South Carolina in the Continental congress from July 1777 to 1779, and became the President after Hancock resigned in 77. He wasn't able to attend congress for two weeks in December of that year because of his gout, and conducted his business from his bed. He tried to quit but they were like nah. He had to be carried into Congress at one point too so... Conclusion: Congress doesn't give a fuck about you <3
He tried to quit again in March 1778, but no one cared. Then his other delegate fucking died and he was the only South Carolina delegate left so he stayed. Then he was elected to another thing and then he was elected as a minister to the Netherlands on November 1, 1779. Conclusion: Congress needs to get reported to HR.
He was redirected to England on his way to the Netherlands by the cops, and he was charged with high treason. He was imprisoned in the Tower of London, and was the only American to be held prisoner there, so that's hot, I guess.
On June 14th, Benjamin Franklin was allowed to exchange General Burgoyne for Laurens, and he was released on April 27, 1782!!-- but not really. He wasn't a prisoner of war, so he couldn't be traded until they captured General Cornwallis, so that sucked, but he got released, so yas. He was absolutely crushed by the death of his son, John, later that year, so 1782 was not great for him.
He voted for the Constitution on May 23, 1788, and cast South Carolina's presidential vote for George Washington in 1789, then officially retired from all politics.
He died of illness, (I think a heartattack was the actual cause of death), and because of his daughter being nearly buried alive, he had a big fear of that happening to him, so he was cremated after he died on December 8, 1792, and was buried next to John.
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How your AEW Boyfriend, Girlfriend, Finance, Wife or Husband Celebrates Your Birthday!
Am I the only one who feels extra lonely on their actual birthday?
Britt Baker (Girlfriend): Your birthday is on Thursday and AEW is in LA for the week. Britt and you fly into Los Angels together and you watch Dynamite backstage. The next day is all about you. You sleep in and wake up to brunch and mimosas in bed. After taking a long shower together, you both go downstairs to the hotels spa. 1st is a couples massage and than facials. The day is spent shopping at all the designer stores in between getting manicures, pedicures, and blow outs. Britt ends your birthday with reservations at LAs most exclusive restaurant.
Santana (Husband): Santana and You have celebrated many birthdays together, you were high school sweethearts after all. Back in the day you two would go wild on your birthdays. This birthday you are happy that he is able to be home with you and your kids. Santana let’s you sleep in and has the kids make your breakfast and birthday cards. In the afternoon your family heads to the Bronx Zoo and than the park. On the way home you grab a pizza and the kids fall asleep watching sing 2. This was all apart of Santanas plan, he brings you to bed and only focuses on you.
Aubrey Edwards (Wife): This is not only your 1st birthday married, but you 1st birthday with Aubrey. You two had a whirlwind romance and you have no idea what she is up to. You wake up and head to work, Aubrey is already gone. Today is when she records her podcast. No big deal she will be back later today. You treat yourself to lunch and thrift shopping. Than had home to get ready for Aubrey’s nephew name blessing. You are little annoyed that she has been texting you all day but hasn’t wished you happy birthday yet. But her sister only found out that she was pregnant 3 months before she actually gave birth so things have been hectic. You show up for the name blessing but Aubrey is a no show. Now you are pissed. You excuse yourself from the party to go outside, call Aubrey and give her a piece of your mind. Outside Aubrey is standing in front of her car dressed exactly like Jake Ryan from Sixteen Candles. It all makes sense now on your 1st date you told Aubrey that your guilty pleasure was watching Sixteen Candles on your 1st date. Going back into your sister in’s law house everything has been decorated to a John Hughes Theme Birthday Party for you.
Kenny Omega (Boyfriend): This is a big birthday. Your dirty thirties, and since Kenny can’t wrestle because of his injury, he surprises you with your dream trip to Japan. Half of the vacation is spent with Kenny showing you all around where he lived and wrestles. You love hearing and seeing him speak and appreciate the language and culture. The other half is spent exploring the parts of Japan together that Kenny has never been to either. The last day you spend the day in Universal specifically in Ninentdo Land. Where in front of Peaches castle he asks to marry you.
Hook (Boyfriend): Both of you are still so young and hungry to keep growing and improving in your careers. Hook is away with AEW and than flying out to an independent show right afterwards. You go into work, you have a big meeting you have been preparing and working on for the last couple of weeks. But that doesn’t mean he forgets about you. He calls you before your alarm goes off. At work you have flowers and lunch delivered to you. You end up working late and go back to your apartment that you share with a couple of friends. They have a mini birthday party waiting for you and Hook calls Skypes with you on your iPad. He stays on the whole party while backstage at Dynamite. When he finally gets home he makes it up to you by taking you out to dinner and to the newest Disney Princess Movie.
Ethan Page (Husband): Despite both of your being in your thirties, Ethan still loves to celebrate your birthday like little kids. You both play old Nintendo games until midnight, so he can be the 1st one to wish you happy birthday and eat cake before going to bed. After a late lunch Ethan surprises you with little gifts he picked up on the road through out the year. When he is home you are always willing to go to his favorite toy stores, so today he takes you to all your favorite stores. You never like treating yourself so while shopping anything you show a little interest in Ethan picks up and secretly buys. By the end of the day your cars trunk is filled with bags.
Eddie Kingston (Boyfriend): This is your second birthday while dating Eddie Kingston. To be honest the 1st birthday you celebrated with him was a little rough. Eddie never thought birthdays were that big of deal, so he thought a happy birthday and a barnes and noble gift card was perfect. You didn’t tell him you were a little disappointed but when it was his birthday and you went all out and he felt the love you had for him, he knew he had to make this birthday extra special. He spent months planning it. He woke you up extra early and drove you to universal studios and spent the whole day in Universal. Eddie hated crowds, lines, and people but it was worth it to see you smile. You both picked out wands while sipping butterbeer and he surprised you at the end of the day with a plush raptor from the Jurassic world ride and a note saying that your birthday wasn’t over yet. He drove you to the Disney Animal Kingdom Lodge and splurged for the room where the giraffes walk past your balcony. The next day you spent all day in Magic Kingdom Eddie had you laughing the whole time saying he was going to fight Mickey Mouse if he didn’t show respect and shake his hand. You had dinner at the Be Our Guest Restaurant. During the fireworks he tells you that the two of you are getting married.
John Silver (Boyfriend): John wants to make you happy and laugh and he doesn’t need to do anything over the top to do that. Just being around him makes you feel that way. Your birthday happens to fall on the day AEW is in your hometown, so of course you go with him. The day of your birthday he has to work but makes sure you are having a great time backstage. You even somehow end up in the being elite vlog and Ethan page vlog. The day after dynamite you take him around your town and show him all your old hang out spots. You end the day at your favorite restaurant. John tells him all your presents are back home at his house. And that the only way to get them is if you move in with him.
Cash Wheeler (Husband): You enjoy the simpler things in life just like cash. You don’t need an Extravagant gift, party or day and wouldn’t want that anyway. After breakfast the two of you take your furbbaby to the dog park. Your grab lunch from deli across the street and have a little picnic in the park. The two of you lay down for nap when you get home. For dinner Dax and his family come over for a bbq. They bring a little English bulldog puppy with them. Cash tells you that the puppy is your birthday gift. When your guest leave Cash, you, and your two dogs snuggle on the couch and watch a movie of your choice.
MJF (Boyfriend): Max treats your birthday like it’s a week long event and not just a single day. He has been doing this since you two started dating the summer after senior year. But now that he has his MJF Charter he goes to the extreme so he can post everything on his social media. On Monday at work 6 dozen long stem red roses are delivered. On Tuesday at the gym (the night both of you go together) he has the whole place closed for the two of you. Afterwards is a couple massage. Wednesday after work is girls night at sip and paint. At your table champagne is waiting for you and your friends at the end of the night the whole studio bill is paid. Thursday is the day of your actual birthday. Max lets you know that he has already let your boss know that you won’t be back in the office until Tuesday . Every hour starting when you wake up until your dinner reservations Max is giving you a gift. You are gifted bathing suits, shoes, perfume, outfits, and a laptop. For dinner a limo is waiting for you with your favorite cheat day fast food and ice cream cupcakes. Max explains that you have to eat on the go for your last gift. You step out of the limo in front of a helicopter. Friday, Saturday and Sunday is spent in private bliss with Max in a villa in the Bahamas. The days are spent snorkeling, sight seeing,sunbathing, and making love.
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BIG DEAL
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Warnings: smut, cheating, angst
Summary: After being away of you boyfriend for three weeks, you come to Chris’s house after he had thrown a party where you met a girl you haven’t see ever. The beginning of the relationship was unconventional so you couldn’t do anything else but suspect.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Epilogue
“It’s not fair” the voice from de other side of the phone was deep, he was slurring his words. I did recognize it, it was hard to forget it, but it was quite odd hearing him like that, so drunk that he couldn’t speak.
“Chris? It’s 3:00 am. I was sleeping.” I said sitting on the bed better.
“Oh yeah? How does that feel? You know what? I was doing it fine. I let you go; I was getting you out of my head. Why it's so fucking easy for you to get into it?” he sounded sad and mad at the same time.
“Chris, I’m sorry if what I told you hurt your feelings, it was mean, I know. I'm really sorry. Your personal life is not my business anymore.” He didn’t let me finish. He wasn’t interested in my apologies.
“I wanted everything of that with you. I wanted a wedding, I wanted to find a fucking house together, a big fucking house to have a big fucking family. I made up my mind to have kids, adopt two and maybe have one, because that was your dream family. And fuck! I wanted it so much, I wanted to be part of that fucking dream so much. I don't want it if you aren't in the equation. Why it's so hard to believe for you? Why don't you want everything of that just with me? It's not fucking fair, why are you still in my head? How can you be so collected?” his words brought me back to the time I told him my dream.
He was staying in my apartment after being away for a couple weeks, he couldn’t sleep because of the jetlag and I wasn’t tired either, he was happy for my sleeplessness, he hated being alone in somebody’s else house. We went to get a few donuts, one of the perks of living in NY was, no matter what time is it, you can always find some food.
I remembered we walked the entire night, just talking, enjoying each other’s company.
He told me about his family, about his relationships with his parents, with his siblings and he explained to the adoption’s process of his sister. I told him about my workmate who thought that adopting a child and having a baby was not the same, that he wouldn’t take care of a someone’s child. He was so absorbed in his donut that he responded without looking at me.
“Sorry, if he’s your friend, but he’s an idiot. Being a parent is about loving, taking care of and protecting a child, not a biological relation.” I saw him in a different way, in that moment I realized I loved him. He continued in his unawareness and asked me about my family, and my dream family.
I told him about what kind a family I wanted. I wanted to have a big one, a big house, a couple animals and a house in the woods. He laughed “I would never have said you were like that.”
“What? Why?” I tried to look offended, but it wasn’t the first time I got that. “I don’t know, you love living here, your tiny apartment and your demanding job.” he was right, I loved that, but I had always lived by my own, I was used to it. “My apartment it’s not tiny.”
“Honey, you don’t have a dog because of it.” He spoke. “It’s a standard-sized apartment in NY” I defended “That is just another statement in my favor” he laughed.
“Are you okay?” I asked coming back to the reality.
“I thought I was until I saw you. How can you be so happy? Why can you live without me when I’m not able…” he blurted out all his inside feelings, I knew him, I knew he wouldn’t tell me those things if he was sober or calm. He is so impulsive. I knew he was going to regret it later. “Chris…” I interrupted him but he didn’t stop. “Fuck, I miss you and I don’t want to.”
“I’m sorry” I said calmly. He didn’t respond. The line was alive, but he was in completely silence. “Chris?” and I didn’t hear nothing else.
I put my phone back on my nightstand while the conversation came to my mind. I don’t usually come to L.A, but I was Linda’s birthday, and we came to celebrate it. The club was new and kind of exclusive, I shouldn’t have been so surprised of finding him there.
He was chatting with a girl; I couldn’t see her face, but I could see him. He was so close to her, caressing his arm and touching her face. I wasn’t sure if I was on his vison, but it hurt me a bit he didn’t notice me.
The night went fine, I tried to forget about him and enjoyed the rest of the night. At some point, I went out to smoke a cigarette, I wasn’t a smoker but sometimes it feels good.
“Can I have one?” he said, I recognized his voice, I could feel his presence. I turned around to face him. I handed him one cigarette, trying to look calm. “Thank you.” He said with a smile. We stared for a few minutes until he spoke. “You look gorgeous. Your hair in that way, it has always been my favorite.” I give him a little smile as a thank you. “You look...taken.” I said, I shouldn’t have, he was free to do what he wanted. I had to admit that it bothered me, I got jealous. He didn’t look bother, anyway. He shook his head with a shy smile. “Well, you’re wrong. I’m completely single.”
“Is she aware of that? It doesn’t work if one of both doesn’t know it.” I said, he didn’t look hurt or annoyed by my words. He looked cheerful. “Ouch! Low blow. She is, don’t worry.” He said, looking at me right into my eyes. He is so flirty with a few drinks. “We are just friends. I’m not very good at relationships.” He spoke.
“I wouldn’t say that you’re not very good at it, you just miss the monogamy part. I thought you were ready to settle down. I guess they’re right, talk is cheap.” I threw out my wasted cigarette and was ready to say goodbye, but his face changed. He looked mad then, he didn’t say anything, but I noticed his mood wasn’t the same. I went too far. He got inside the club before me, without a word.
In the morning, I checked my phone. He didn’t call me again, but he did send me text.
“Sorry about last night, I shouldn’t have call you I was drunk and being an asshole. I`m so sorry. I won’t bother you again. Take care of yourself!”
After the day he left, we didn’t talk for three months. We didn’t have a tough conversation since then. He sent me flowers with a simple note for my birthday but nothing else.
“Hey girl! Why are you up so early?” Linda spoke, entering the room. “It’s 1 p.m.” I said joking. “Whatever! It’s my birth-weekend, if I said it’s early it is” she said with a big smile. “Why are you awake? We needed this, enjoy it and go back to bed.” she asked again.”
“I saw Chris last night” I said simply. “Where? At the club? I didn’t see him. Are you okay?” she got worry.
“Yes, at the club. And yes, I’m okay. We talked and I was being mean and kind of a bitch. He got mad and called me later. It was weird.” I responded.
“Why were you being mean? Did he tell you something?”
“He was with somebody. I don’t know, I got jealous.” It was hard for me to admit that I wasn’t like that I was completely against that but couldn’t help it.
“It’s normal, you were deeply in love with him.” He said before kissing me head.
We walked around the city and get lunch at a very nice and modern place. I didn’t think about him for the rest of the day.
“I know he lied and cheated but he is so fucking good looking.” Lucy commented suddenly. All of us got confuse until I turned around to see what she was staring at. A big billboard promoting his new film. Indeed, he was hot but in the picture he was breathtaking.
“Isn’t a shit that he is everywhere? I mean he is your ex.” Vanessa asked eating his meal.
“Yes. I guess.” I said simply. The topic of the conversation didn’t last long.
I didn’t realize he was everywhere until she mentioned it. The rest of the day he was in everything, Instagram, TV, even in the street.
I couldn’t take him out of my head.
“You are on every-fucking-where. Your face is all over this place.” I laughed, entering his house, he was filming something in L.A and I got a few days off to be with him. He was the face of a new fragrance so pictures of him were everywhere. For the first time in our relationship, I realized how famous he was. L.A was the place where I was with an actor and the rest of the world I was just with a guy. We were getting home from a night out. We were kind of drunk, not too much but in a very happy mood. “Oh! Shut up!” he said laughing. “Oh! Sorry sir, I don’t want to bother a such an important person. I will be a good girl.” I mocked, before I could do anything else, he took my face to his. “Will you?” he asked seductively, he kissed me deeply, holding my face firmly. His touches were always like that, comforting, protective and loving. I nodded smiling, unable to say anything with his mouth on mine. “Even L.A is a nice place when you are here.” He muttered against my cheek. His hands flew to my thighs to pick me up and take me to his room. Slowly, he took off my dress and helped me to get out of shoes. Just in my underwear, he smiled at me, and rubbed his gingers through my collarbones, the middle of my breast, my stomach and played with the band of my panties. “Haven’t you come out of my dreams?” he said. I moved my arms up to cover myself, laughing at his comment. “Alcohol makes you sappy.” I spoke. He took my hands to bring me closer to him “It makes me honest.” He kissed me and continued “Not even alcohol makes you speak. You’re such a cold heart chick, aren’t you?” he joked, I knew he was playing because he was smiling and kissing me but that wasn’t the first time, he insinuated something like that. “Chris…”
“I’m just joking, relax.” I let it go because I knew he was kind of right, I’m not a very affective person, or someone who loves to talk about love, but I was working on it.
At night we went to another club, it was a chill night, so we didn’t drink, we just talked and ate. When we wanted to go back to our rented house, we took a taxi but in the middle of ride I realized I left my jacket at the wardrobe’s club.
“Don’t worry! Get inside! I will be back in a couple minutes.” I said while the girls got out of the taxi.
I went back to the club, looking for my jacket. I asked the girl in charge of the wardrobe for it, she looked at me for a little bit too long. She handed my jacket and asked. “Sorry for question, but your face looks so familiar to me. Weren’t you Chris Evans’s girlfriend?” I got uncomfortable and she noticed. “I don’t want to bother you, it just I remember your face from where I used to work in. I worked in a restaurant in NY for a long time, and you and Chris used to go there, quite a lot.” She explained, I remembered her then, it was one of our favorite restaurants, and she was one of the waitresses. “Oh, yeah I remember you, Hi.” I spoke.
“We weren’t allowed to talk to our costumers there, I just wanted to tell you that you both make such a good couple, me and the other girls were in love with you guys.” She made me smile. We said goodbye and I left the place with him in my head.
“Okay, I’m ready. We can go.” I said to my driver, he was nice enough to wait for me to get my jacket. “Back to the house, right?” he asked turning on the engine. “No, can you take me here?” I asked, showing him the address on my phone.
I didn’t want to think about it twice. I wanted to see him.
As soon as we were near to his house, I realized I didn’t know where he was, he doesn’t come to LA until he has to. He was here yesterday but that was all I knew.
I got out of the taxi. “Do you want me to wait, or should I go?” the driver asked. For a few minutes I didn’t know what to do, and I saw the driver’s face was sightly impatient. “You can go, thank you.” I answered quickly, I wanted to see his face.
I rang the bell; I held my breath and I hoped he was there.
I waited for what I thought it was an eternity, but it was just two minutes.
I hear his voice on the intercom, and I blocked. “Who is it?” I couldn’t talk. I forgot how to speak. He waited not long before turning on the camera. I saw the red light and I knew he could see me. I didn’t say anything, and the sound of the door opening brought me back.
I walked to the house, and I just could see his silhouette because of the darkness.
“Are you trying to get even?” he joked, “Sorry to tell you, but you’re not as much intimidating as I can be, you can’t scare me”.
I didn’t respond, I kept walking in silence until I was at his door. Face to him. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?" he asked, suddenly worry about my state. I guess my expression was concerning.
“I’m sorry.” I just could say.
“Don’t worry, you can come whenever you want.” He spoke.
“I don’t mean that. I’m sorry…” I wanted to explain but he interrupted me.
“Hey! If this is about the call, don’t worry. I was being irrational, please! Just ignore it.” He looked shy.
“Can we talk?” I asked, I was feeling uncomfortable being outside. Before he could speak a woman’s laugh sound from inside the house, I realized he wasn’t alone. I blocked again. Him not being at home was an option, but I didn’t imagine that he could be with someone else.
“Oh! Shit! I should have called. I’m sorry,” I said, and I started to walk away. He looked confused for a few seconds before getting my arm. “Holy crap! No! Stop! It is not what you think! It’s Tara and Scott” he yelled.
I turned around and he continued “I had a few meetings here and they are spending the weekend here.” I felt the embarrassment going over my body. “We can go inside but they will be around. We can walk around the neighborhood, believe me it’ll be more private.” He suggested. I doubted for a second, but I nodded, he was right we’ll have more privacy.
“Okay! Wait a minute! I need my shoes.” He said before going back inside the house.
I started to regret, I wasn’t sure why I was there, what I wanted or anything. Before I could make any decision, he was back. He closed the door and started to walk by my side.
We walked for a few minutes, in completely silence. Our appearance was kind of odd, he was wearing sweatpants, an unmatched hoodie, and a pair of sneakers. In another hand, I was wearing a midi black dress, my shoulders were free and my feet in super high heels.
“Aren’t you cold? It’s kind of chill, isn’t?” he asked, breaking the silence, and starting to unzip his hoodie.
“No, I’m fine.” I knew he was trying to start a conversation, but I just didn’t know what to do.
“Great.” he said awkwardly. The silence came back. We just walked around the houses, there wasn’t many, but they were big enough to get us tired.
“So, how have you been? I heard about your promotion, I know you were trying to get it.” he asked, he knows if I was nervous, he had to keep up with the conversation.
“I’ve been fine, and yeah I got so excited for the promotion. Linda threw a party.” I told him. “I know, I saw a few pictures on Instagram.” He said quickly. Letting me know he had been stalking me. I looked at him in the eyes and he got what I was thinking about. He wrinkled his eyebrow trying to think how get out of judgment. “Okay! I could say you were suggested by the logarithm but, whatever, I was just curious. I have the normal curiosity of an ex-boyfriend, of a non psycho ex-boyfriend.” He explained shyly. He made me laugh and that made him smile. I felt more relaxed then.
“I’m sorry for being so mean at the party.” I spoke. His smile vanished and he started to shake his head slowly. “it wasn’t my business…”
“Hey! No! it’s fine, I was being too sensitive. I know you were joking. Don’t think about it. My call was completely out of place.” He spoke.
“I wasn’t joking, I was having an attack of jealousy.” I told him the truth. I had had a few with being his girlfriend but I didn’t admit it so I was a big statement for me.
“Well, you shouldn’t have…” I knew he was being nice enough not to make me feel even more humiliated. I interrupted him.
“I know, I know you’re free to…” I tried to explain but he spoke over me.
“You shouldn’t have because she is just a friend” he saw in my face a smirk that got him know what I was thinking about he used to have a lot of just-a-friend‘s friends. “A normal, regular, simple friend. We have been friends for years. Actually, I think you know her, she was Jessica, do you remember her?” I nodded, we used to go out with her when we were in L.A but we didn’t come very often. He didn’t like it and I was more than happy to be in N.Y.
“Great, can we pretend I didn’t say I was jealous? I feel ridiculous now.” I joked, he smiled at me and guided me to sit in a bench. “Now we’re even, you have my mortifying call, and I got your brutal honesty.” It was weird how I felt around him, after all that time, he could make me feel butterflies. I was still in love with him.
“I was being completely serious when I told you I was ready to settle down with you. You don’t understand how fucking different everything was with you, and when I realized how important you were to me, it was too late. I know I don’t have any right to be upset because I was the one who fucked everything up, but these past months I have been irrationally mad at you. I felt that you were taking my future with you away from me” he said laughing at himself. I was surprised by his words.
“I know, it’s a shitty though.” He continued when he saw my unbelieving face. “but these couple months have been awful, I haven’t felt like this before. I went to therapy and I realized that I’ve been sabotaging my relationships for a very long time. I didn’t think of it as a problem but then, I lost you and our relationship, and everything changed.” I kept quiet, astonished by his words.
“Chris…”
“No! Please, let me tell you something first. I’m sorry, for everything; for making you go through all of that, for not loving you how you deserve to be loved. I’m going to regret what I did for the rest of my life. I just want you to know that I truly loved you. Fuck! I’m still in love with you, I guess this kind of love doesn’t go away so easily.” He said, making my eyes get wet.
“Why didn’t tell me anything of this before?” It was everything I could say.
“Because you were right; what we had, wasn’t going in the right direction. You deserved better. And to be honest I was afraid to see you again, I wanted to leave you alone as you told me and even now, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to do that.” His speech left mute. I didn’t know why I came and now I wasn’t feeling any better.
I got up, and without a word I started to walk back to his house; I could feel his anxiety for my silence, but he didn’t say anything.
“It wasn’t all bad, was it?” I said in a try to cool off the situation.
“You were the best part of my life, honey. Of course, it wasn’t all bad!” he said uncomplainingly. That took every word off of my mouth.
After a big deep breathe I said, “I’m sorry for being so cold in our relationship.” He tried to stop me, but I didn’t let him. “I’m not very good at showing love, I know it hurt you in order of how you are, but I really tried to make it better.” I knew he hate that about me, not just avoiding the word -I love you- but I used to avoid expressing every feeling. I was a very lonely person so I didn’t know how to do it.
“I love every aspect of you, honey. You shouldn’t feel sorry for anything” he said. I knew he was right but I couldn’t help it.
“I should leave, it’s getting too late. I’m sorry for bothering you.” I said, he looked confused, but he didn’t say anything. We walked back to his house silently.
“Can I ask you something?” he asked when we were getting close to his entry’s house. I nodded “Why you came? It’s not like I don’t love to see you or know about you, but it was unexpected. And I don’t believe you came to say sorry.” He commented.
I didn’t answer right away. I didn’t have a reason to come.
“I honestly don’t know.” I said after a couple minutes. ”I saw a billboard announcing your new film. I remembered you. I started to think about you, about us. I just felt the need to see you.” I explained. He nodded and opened the door. “Give me a second, I will give you a ride,” before I could say no, he was inside the house.
I waited for him, getting close to his car and I remembered the first time he brought me to this house, I just moved to NY at that time, and we weren’t anything more that friends. He was being so talkative during our way to this house, which it wasn’t odd, but something told me he was overexcited. We spent literally every minute of the week together, he was a fun guy to be around, and the sex was explosive. The last night, he set up a romantic dinner in the garden and showed me what he was so excited about.
“What’s this?” I asked surprised, holding the little box he handed me.
“It’s a gift.” He said simply, smiling at me. “Come on! Open it.”
It was a pendant, the one we saw in London, when I was visiting him while he was filming. After our first date in the airport, we kept in touch by texting, when he had to fly back to London for work, he asked me to visit him. We went for a walk one day and we passed by an antique jewelry store. I realized it was similar to one pendant my mom used to wear, I didn’t know he was paying me attention.
“It’s beautiful!” I just could say.
“It is! Just like you.” I wasn’t sure what was the meaning of the gift, that weekend in London was months ago. He saw my expression and kept talking. “I knew this was going to make you happy. I want to make you happy. Just you.” He was asking for exclusivity, and I wanted the same thing. I couldn’t say anything because he spoke” You don’t need to say anything right now…” I kissed him deeply before he could continue. I straddled him “Should I assume you want the same thing?” he said between kisses. I nodded smiling while he moved us to the seat next to the outdoor fireplace. He rolled my skirt up in my waist, leaving my butt free just covered it by his hands. He felt my uncomfortableness and said, “Don’t worry, nobody can see us.” I looked at him questioningly by his conviction. “I promised. Trust me.” he said kissing my neck. ”Do you trust me?” he asked again. I did, I trusted him, I’ve sent him nudes, told him my deepest secrets or my filthiest thoughts. “I do” I simply said.
Trusting him became our biggest issue, maybe our only one, but it was enough to break us.
I missed him.
In the car, he asked me where I was staying, and he drove us through L.A’s midnight.
“Are you seeing somebody?” he asked suddenly after I quite long conversation about my promotion and his new project. “You don’t have to answer. I’m sorry if it’s too nosy.”
“No.” I answered, and a little smile appeared on his face. “Are you happy about my loneliness?” I joked, he chuckled.
When arrived, I said goodbye and got out of the car. I didn’t hear him getting out too.
“Hey” he called. Holding me from my arm. “Is it too bold to ask you out?” he saw my surprising face and kept on “Maybe when you are back in NY, I could go and have a date.” He spoke rapidly.
“Do you think it’s a good idea?” I wasn’t sure about what to say, I wanted to yell yes, but leaving him was the most painful thing I’ve done. I couldn’t handle it again.
“I don’t know. To be honest I just really need you in my life again. I feel completely empty without you.” He spoke. “You don’t have to answer right now. Just think about it. Okay?” He said, I nodded, and he started to walk back to his car. Before he could leave me again, the words just came out of my mouth without any warning. “Yes”
He turned over to see me again “Are you sure?” he looked surprised. “Yes”
“I can wait.” He said with a big smile in his face. “I don’t think I can.”
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Unlikely Allies (1/?)
Pairing: Peter Pevensie x Female!Reader
Warnings: none
Word Count: 2k
Part Summary: Y/N is the Telemarine Princess. She’s devoted to her family, including her uncle Miraz, who’s keeping many secrets from her. When her aunt gives birth to her cousin, her brother runs away, leaving Y/N lost...
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Y/N
"Princess Y/N?" A faint voice appears in my dream. "Princess!"
I wake up yawning and stretching out my limbs. I whine, what time is it? "Yes, what is it?" I grumble, rolling onto my side.
"Your Royal Highness," the servant greets as they enter my room and I assume they bow. "It's your aunt, she's given birth!"
I fly up from my laid position and immediately climb out of bed. "Take me there at once!"
My maid rushes me to my aunt and uncle's bed-chamber. It's the early hours of the morning, but I don't care! A cousin! Finally! People travel in and out of the room as I turn the corner. Lord Glozelle stands outside the door, guarding it.
He bows his head as I pass, "Your Royal Highness."
I enter the chaotic room, utterly gleaming. A circle of people surrounds the bed, chatter high.
"Auntie?" I make myself known.
The crowd parts, allowing me a path. My aunt lays in her bed, holding my baby cousin. My uncle is beside her, smiling ear to ear as he stares down at the baby.
My aunt looks up at me with a bright smile and waves me over. "Y/N! Come!"
I hurry over to her side, settling down on the edge of their bed. The little boy is wrapped securely in a gray blanket.
"Your cousin, a boy!" My uncle tells me, overjoyed.
My aunt extends her arms out to me, handing me the child. He's utterly precious. The true Telemarine black hair is already on his tiny head.
"Hello! You're so handsome!" I greet him, allowing his small hand to wrap around my finger.
"Y/N, your aunt and I were talking," Uncle begins, glancing between me and his wife. "We would like you to be the Godmother."
My eyes grow wide. "Truly?"
"It would be our pleasure," Auntie giggles, placing her hand over mine.
"I would be honored!" I laugh breathlessly. "Thank you, Uncle! Auntie!"
Suddenly, fireworks erupt outside, signaling the start of the celebration. "A son! A son! Lady Prunaprismia has given Lord Miraz a son!" One of the guards announces from the tower to the village.
"My Lord!" Lord Glozelle barges in frantically. He notices me and bows swiftly. "Your Royal Highness!"
My uncle sighs, a tad annoyed by the interruption. "Yes, Lord Glozelle?"
"It's Prince Caspian, he's gone!"
"What!" I panic and hand the baby back to my aunt before I rise off the bed. "What do you mean gone?"
"It'll be okay, Y/N. We'll find him," Uncle Miraz tries to assure me calmly as he stands.
"Where is he?" I question the Lord.
"My men say they saw him ride into the forest," Lord Glozelle informs.
"What! No! He'll die!" I rush out. "There are Narnians!"
"Those are mere superstitions, your tutor has plagued your mind!" My uncle laughs. "Narnians are extinct. Come Lord Glozelle, we'll begin the search immediately." My uncle stops at me, before departing. He brings his hand to my cheek gently with a comforting smile. "All will be well, Princess."
I nod, praying he's right.
Satisfied, he departs with his men, the room shrinking in population. I turn my attention to the balcony and the full moon. "Caspian..." I whisper my brother's name, praying he's alright and safe.
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A few days later...
I ride toward the soldiers gathered by the river's side. I take notice of their wagons... they're empty, how odd. I dismount my horse and spot my uncle.
"Uncle!" I call over, gaining his attention.
I hurry over to him, Lord Gozelle, and the other members of Lord's council. They appear to be in a rather heated argument.
"Is everything alright?" I question worriedly. "I was on a ride when your men told me to return to the palace."
My uncle forces a convincing smile as he ushers me away from the men privately. "Yes, My Dear, I'm sorry to have frightened you."
"You're not telling me something," I accuse knowingly. "Is it Caspian?"
Caspian
Peter, Susan, and Trumpkin hide behind a pile of lumber, watching as my uncle and his men discover the mess we've left.
"I say we shoot now," Trumpkin suggests.
Susan preps her bow and arrow. That's when I see her, Y/N... my sister.
"Wait!" I place my hand over Susan's arrow.
"What is it?" She asks.
Miraz ushers her away, his hand pressed to her back. Something's wrong.
"My sister..." I mumble.
"You have a sister?" Peter questions.
"Y/N..." I whisper her name in a daze as I watch her. "She's speaking with my uncle."
Out of my peripheral, I see Peter searching for her. I can tell when he does because his features shift from confusion to astonishment.
Y/N
"Return to your ride. Everything is okay, promise!" Uncle Miraz guarantees. "My one request is that you stay out of the forest. Go straight to the palace."
"It's Narnians, isn't it?" I interrogate enthusiastically as he escorts me to my horse. It would be the only reason the guard has been so jittery and anxious. "They do exist! Oh, I knew it!"
"You and your fairytales," he laughs, helping up onto the saddle. "Be on your way, My Dear. I'll return shortly."
"Alright, I'll go tend to your baby for you," I tease him, sending him a wink.
Miraz
As I watch Y/N ride off down the path toward the castle as I asked, Lord Gozelle appears beside me.
"You should tell her," he advises.
"That her brother is a traitor and has brought back our greatest enemy" I shake my head, turning over my shoulder to join the Lords again. "No, it'll destroy her."
"Why do you care for Y/N, but Caspian is dispensable?"
"Y/N would never betray me," I state with utmost certainty. Then, I snicker. "Besides, she's a young lady. She can't take my throne."
Y/N
I ride along the path that lines the forest. The trees blur as my horse gallops swiftly back to the castle. My mind is wandering with curiosity. Miraz tells me that there's nothing to be worried about, but I can't help and question whether this is true. Abruptly, a cloaked figure appears on the path, blocking my way. My horse becomes startled and I'm bucked off, hitting the dirt with a thud. The wind is knocked out of me and I struggle to catch my breath. The cloaked figure hurries over and grabs me, dragging me off the dirt path.
"Get off of me!" I scream, thrashing about. "I am Her Royal Highness Princess Y/N! I will-" Then, the figure removes their hood and my eyes recognize my brother. "Caspian..." I whisper in disbelief.
"Hello Y/N," he grins.
"You're alive!" I fly up from my position, wrapping my arms around him frantically. Then, I fully process the news and pull back. "Wait until Miraz hears! He's been so worried!"
"No, no!" He rushes out. "You mustn't tell him you've seen me! Y/N, he's behind all of this..."
"What? No, no, that's impossible. He-"
"When he learned he had a son, he sent assassins after me! I had to run!" He squeezes my shoulders urgently. "It's all true! Everything Dr. Cornelius taught us, it's all true!"
My eyes grow wide, it can't be... "You mean about Narnians!"
"Yes! Aslan, the Kings, and Queens of Old, it's all-"
"Caspian, you can't just run off!" A male voice interrupts, followed by rushing footsteps.
"What if Miraz..." A girl begins to shout, but as she, a boy, and a dwarf appear from behind the greenery briskly their eyes land on us.
The dark-haired girl looks down at me strangely, as if she already hates me despite just meeting me. She seems like a know-it-all. I don't even know her name. The boy, tall and blonde, peers at me with parted lips. Surprise not easily hidden. The dwarf, well, he glares a lot. Two out of three already hate me. Caspian must be telling the truth, these truly are Narnians.
Caspian glances between the two and myself. "Y/N, this is-"
"Let me guess, High King Peter," I determine, meeting the boy's gaze.
He appears more astonished than before if that's possible. What? Just because I'm a Telemarine doesn't mean I don't know the legends of Narnia.
"You revealed yourself!" The girl huffs. "She's going to run and tell Miraz!"
"Let me guess, Queen Susan," I remark a bit snarky as I help myself off the ground and brush myself down. "I wouldn't tell."
"Are we just supposed to take your word for it?" Peter challenges.
"Miraz may be my uncle, but Caspian is my only brother," I argue.
"And your loyalty lies with your people, right? Am I wrong?" He presses further.
"And you're loyal to the Narnians?" I snicker mockingly. "Last I checked you disappeared for over a thousand years."
"Even the Telemarine Princess agrees with me," the dwarf huffs with a roll of the eyes.
"At least my family didn't murder millions of innocent creatures," he fires back.
I reach for the dagger resting on my belt and point it at the boy. "Take that back!"
Fearless, he steps forward, directly in front of my blade. "Your entire empire is the reason Narnians are almost extinct!"
"Our father wouldn't have harmed any creature!" I scream.
Caspian wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. "Y/N, Y/N, calm down!"
"Enough of this, we have to return to the camp," Peter announces assertively as he begins to march away. "Bring her."
"No, we're not taking her with us!" Susan shouts.
"We have to!" Peter argues over his shoulder.
Caspian presses a hand to my back, leading me in the direction Peter is headed.
"What? I'm not going!" I challenge.
"Good!" Susan scoffs.
"You must," Caspian tells me calmly. "You know of us now."
"I rather drop dead," I fire back.
"That can be arranged," Peter grumbles ahead.
"Shall I send you back to wherever you came from?" I threaten the former High King.
He turns over his shoulder with a glare. "Anything to be dimensions away from you."
"Stop it!" Caspian finally breaks, looking back and forth between the two of us. "Please..."
"Miraz will send the Lords after me! It's in your best interest to let me go!" I reason with them.
"Perhaps she's right," Susan uncharacteristically agrees with me. "Caspian, we can see her another time. For now, we have to be smart."
Caspian's clearly torn, an internal battle ensuing in his mind. "What if Miraz finds out we've been together. He may retaliate against you."
I frown, "Miraz would never... he cares about me."
"I'll formulate a plan," Peter interjects, causing my brother and me to look at him. "A few men and I will sneak into the castle in two days time. We'll stage it like a kidnapping to avoid any hostility toward Y/N from your uncle."
"That gives me two days to prepare and learn what I can about what Uncle is planning," I try to convince Caspian.
"Very well, but be careful until then," he practically begs, bringing me into a hug.
"Goodbye Caspian," I mumble against his chest as I part from him. This is harder than I had expected. "Now go! Before any guards ride by!"
He nods and begins to back away. "I'll come back for you!"
Susan and Caspian run off in the opposite direction with Trumpkin. Peter lingers behind for a second, walking backward to follow them. "I'll send messages to you until it's time," he informs me. "Be ready!"
I nod, feeling sick to my stomach at the thought of what will happen in two nights. "Yes, alright," I manage to say with my voice shaking.
He nods, satisfied with my response, before jogging off to join his sister and friends. I stand in the woods, alone, utterly dazed and confused. One minute I'm riding home, the next I'm reunited with my brother and learn that Narnians are alive. On top of that, everything about my life that's been concrete, such as my home in the castle and my love of my aunt and uncle are being taken away. My brother or my people? That's the question and I only have two days to figure out an answer.
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The BNHA Season 4 BluRay/DVD Vol. 1-6 Box Set comes with a special bonus light novel called the "Cultural Festival Wrap-Up Party" about Class A's after-party they had the day after the Cultural Festival, written by Anri-sensei. Here's the summary! Enjoy~
Boku No Hero Academia Cultural Festival Wrap Up Party
The story starts off with All Might greeting Aizawa as he enters the faculty office, a day after the Cultural Festival. He says good work to Aizawa and asks how the clean-up went for the Cultural Festival. Aizawa says that everything has been put away properly and recalls how it was a bit of a risky Cultural Festival this year with the whole fiasco that almost caused them to stop the festival, referring to the incident with Gentle and La Brava.
Aizawa mentions that the students are now preparing for an after-party. He says, “too bad they can’t put this amount of effort that they did in the Cultural Festival towards their studies instead,” and All Might laughs and says, “Well, they’re still just kids after all.” He also tells All Might that a little while ago, Sero stopped by the office to ask him something. Aizawa says, “What?” and All Might explains, “Well…you see…”
Next scene is at a nearby discount variety store (**note: basically a Don Quihote department store in Japan that sells a variety of things including food at really cheap prices). The Class A band team, consisting of Jirou, Kaminari, Bakugou, Yaoyorozu, and Tokoyami, are buying snacks and drinks for the after-party. However, Jirou seems to be the only one who’s actually taking this seriously as she can’t find where everyone else ran off to. She bumps into Yaoyorozu, who excitedly says, “Jirou-san, look at these super cheap drinks! They’re only 10yen each! If we buy 20 of them that’s only 200yen!”
Jirou looks at the bottles and notices that they’re only on sale because the drinks had already expired. She tells Yaoyorozu to put away the items. She then continues to search for the other band members and finds Kaminari. He tells her that he wants to add these cool snacks into their pile of food, which come with bonus cards or toys. He says, “Look at these! Doesn’t it take you back? Man, when I was a kid I used to collect these all the time!”
Jirou looks at the items and says “put it back,” and Kaminari whines but does so anyway. Yaoyorozu keeps getting distracted by all the things in the store since she’s very rich, she seldom has the opportunity to visit these discount stores that people go to. Jirou finds Tokoyami, and Dark Shadow dumps a whole bunch of sweets into their shopping cart. Jirou says that they don’t need that many sweets and to put things back. Tokoyami then gives Jirou a snack with packaging that says “The Witch of Darkness’ Apple Pie.” Dark Shadow says, “Fumikage used to love these sweets when he was younger!” and Tokoyami gets flustered. Jirou then pats Dark Shadow on his head, and Bakugou comes up behind her.
He says, “What the hell are you guys even buying!?”
Kaminari cries out, “Whattya mean!?”
Bakugou says, “If we’re gonna eat this at the after-party, then we need several big bags of food! And why the hell am I even here shopping with you guys right now!? This is so annoying!”
As he says that, he fills the shopping cart with bags of potato chips, sweets, paper plates, and trash bags. Jirou sighs in relief and says, “Yeah! I was thinking of getting paper plates too so clean-up would be easier!” They then agree to buy some more bottles of juice and soda, and Bakugou says they only need a maximum 5 bottles to which Jirou agrees.
Bakugou then says, “Well then let’s just get the hell out of here!” and Kaminari regrettably puts all of the sweets that he added to the shopping cart back on the shelves. Jirou looks at Bakugou and says, “Bakugou, you’re…kinda like a very capable Mom.”
Bakugou gets mad and says, “WHAT!? Stop saying such stupid crap!”
While the Band members are buying stuff at the discount store, the Dance Team members and Stage members are back in the Class A dormitory preparing food and decorating the common room. The Dance Team is in charge of the food and the Stage team is in charge of decorations.
Satou is the one who is cooking most of the food, but the other Dance Team members are helping him with the food preparation. Iida is in charge of chopping the vegetables, and although he is known for his speed, he’s not used to handling knives, so he chops them at a slower pace. Hagakure is in charge of prepping the oil and oil absorbent sheets to fry the chicken and place it on the sheets. Ochako and Ashido are in charge of stirring the pot, which contains beschamel and bolognese sauces.
Ojiro checks up on the oven to make sure that it’s the right temperature. Satou tells Ochako and Ashido to add the sauce for the lasagna and to not forget to put olive oil on top. Shouji says that he’s done making the dressing for the salad, and Satou samples it. The kitchen is full of lively sounds, and everyone is excited for Ojiro’s delicious cooking.
Ochako, Ashido, and Hagakure then discuss how Christmas is around the corner too, so they should do this again and throw a Christmas party next time. While they think about having a potential Christmas party, Iida says, “Hey now! Christmas is a day that celebrates the Birth of Jesus Christ! You should be spending it with your families, so this Christmas we…”
Satou then says, “Iida, the knife, watch out the knife!” since Iida was talking while swinging the knife around in his hand. Iida apologizes. Ashido then says, “But wouldn’t a party be fun?” and Mineta appears in the kitchen holding some peaches while muttering, “Christmas…Christmas costumes…Santa Girl skirts…That’s awesome…”
However, they eventually convince Iida that Christmas is indeed a time to celebrate things together, and Iida gives in and says he will ask Aizawa for permission to throw a Christmas party much to everyone’s delight.
Mineta had been slacking off on his duties by looking at the peaches and stroking them gently, imagining something lewd, and Hagakure calls him out on his perverted thoughts and tells him to help out along with the others.
He is in charge of cutting the carrots, and while everyone is helping prepare the food, Ochako stares at the fried chicken that just came out of the fryer. She can’t help herself and pops one into her mouth only to find that it’s burning hot. Tsuyu says to be careful since they’re still hot, and Ochako apologizes as the fried chicken looked and smelled so delicious she moved without thinking.
Satou asks her how’s the flavor, and she says the fried chicken is really good while giving him a thumbs up.
Ojiro and Hagakure are washing the dishes, and Hagakure holds the plates, making them look like they’re floating in mid air. Ojiro then tells Hagakure that she should probably put some clothes on if she’s going to be in the kitchen where people use fire and knives, but she said she just wanted to see what people’s reactions were to her small pranks. Shouji then passes her an apron, and Mineta muses that it’s one of those tropes where girls wear aprons while naked, but Iida warns him to not go further.
Meanwhile, in the common room area, the Stage Team is preparing the decorations to be strung about the living room. Deku, Todoroki, and Koda are folding origami together to put on the walls as banners. Deku folds a cool All Might shaped origami, and Todoroki praises him, saying “Wow, All Might! That’s awesome!” Deku actually used to practice folding the All Might origami countless of times to perfect its shape, and he blushes a bit when he hears praise from someone.
He then sees that Todoroki folded a crane, and Todoroki says that his sister taught him how to fold the crane origami when he was a child.
Koda then says, “Oh um…I…made a camera origami!” and shows them a whimsical camera shaped origami that makes a shutter noise when pressed. Deku then notices that Koda actually had folded a ton of different origami flowers and animals, and Koda gets a bit embarrassed at the attention.
Koda says, “But the All Might origami is amazing…” and Todoroki agrees.
Todoroki then asks Deku to teach him how to fold the All Might origami. Deku is happy to oblige, and he says, “Okay first you fold a triangle and then…”
As he starts teaching Todoroki, Kirishima comes into the room and puts up his own dorm room’s fisherman banner on the wall of the common room. He says that this will make the place a bit flashier, and the others agree. Aoyama then comes in and also says that they need something sparkly and bright. Aoyama tells them that he’ll come back with something sparkly.
Kirishima then says, “Oh wait I’ll come help too!”
Todoroki then turns to Deku and says, “Midoriya, so how exactly do you fold the All Might origami?”
Deku realized that he was in the middle of teaching Todoroki before they got interrupted by the others, so he resumes his lesson by saying to first fold a triangle. Afterwards, he goes off on a tangent about how to perfect the folding process as well as making sure to accentuate the silhouette of All Might through the folds, and as he mumbles a bit, he accidentally folds the origami too quickly.
Todoroki is patient with him though and says again, “Um…can you please start from the beginning and teach me the steps a bit slower this time?”
Deku apologizes for folding the paper too fast and teaches Todoroki again, this time at a slower pace.
Kirishima then walks by and says, “Woah Todoroki, you also want to learn how to fold the All Might origami?” He leaves them to their folding and joins Aoyama and Koda in putting the finished origami and other decorations up on the walls.
After Todoroki successfully folds the All Might origami, Deku says, “You made your first All Might origami!” and Todoroki responds quietly, “I think this should be able to fit in the letter…”
Deku says, “Hmm?” and Todoroki says, “Ah, it’s nothing.”
Aoyama them brings a disco ball into the common room, and he, Kirishima, and Sero put up the other decorations.
Finally, the preparations are complete, and the Class A students gather in the common room surrounding a bunch of food that’s placed on the tables. Iida then makes a toast to a successful Cultural Festival, and everyone raises their glasses and says, “Cheers!”
Satou mentions that he also has prepared dessert, and they have two choices of either a chestnut and fig montblanc cake or an apple and peach jelly. Tsuyu chooses the jelly as jelly is apparently her favorite food. Tokoyami also chooses the jelly dessert while Ashido takes the montblanc.
Iida mentions that he and Mineta were in charge of chopping the cabbages and carrots for the cole slaw. Todoroki and Deku praise him and say that the coleslaw is delicious.
Bakugou watches irritably and decides to leave the party, but Kaminari says, “Hey hey hey, where do you think you’re going, Kacchan-kun!?” Bakugou says that seeing everyone making small talk is pissing him off, but Kaminari rebutts by saying, “But you looked excited when you were buying food!”
Kirishima then comes over and says, “Bakugou! I brought you some fried chicken! Let’s eat a ton!” and puts a bunch of fried chicken in front of Bakugou, to which he says he doesn’t want it. Kirishima doesn’t back down though and says, “Oh I got it! So you want lasagna instead!” and brings a slice of lasagna for him.
Satou noticed Kirishima carrying the food over and says, “Hey, you should put a bunch of tabasco on it before eating too!” and pours a bunch of tabasco onto the lasagna and force feeds Bakugou with it. Bakugou yells, “What the hell are you doing!?” but eventually pipes down after taking the lasagna from Kirishima as it seems like he does enjoy the food after all. Kirishima watches him and says, “See, I told you it’s good! I’ll bring you seconds!” and goes to bring Bakugou more food.
Sero then turns everyone’s attention towards the TV in the common room. He says, “Well then now that Bakugou’s calmed down, let’s watch the recap of our Cultural Festival performance!” He turns on the TV and everyone gathers around to watch the recorded performance.
Some of the members mention that Deku was late to the performance, and they thought that he might not even be able to perform. Deku apologizes for being late, but as the performance starts, they can hear the audience’s chatter as someone yells “YAOYOROZU!!!” Ashido and Kaminari tease her about having fans, and she gets flustered. Satou then whispers, “It’s starting…it’s starting…!” and the screen fills with the sound of Bakugou’s drums as well as a huge explosion.
The girls all fawn over how cool Jirou looks while singing, and this causes her to blush and say, “Please stop…” Koda also adds, “You were really cool, Jirou-san,” which makes her blush deepen.
Ashido exclaims, “Look look, the dance is all in line too!” and the class watches as Ojiro uses his tail to swing around. Everyone on the dance team mentions how it was thanks to Ashido being their teacher that they were able to have fun while dancing and making this possible. Next is Deku and Aoyama’s synchronized dance, and Shouji murmurs to Tsuyu, “Wow, they are so in sync!” to which she replies, “Midoriya-chan and Aoyama-chan practiced real hard, right?”
The students continue to watch as Aoyama becomes a disco ball and the stage team starts their part of the performance with Kirishima shaving the ice that Todoroki created while Sero uses his tape, and Kirishima says, “You guys’ timing was perfect, Seroroki!”
Sero mentions that they should try this move out while doing actual hero work next time, and Todoroki agrees. As Kaminari watches himself play the guitar, he says, “Woah there…I feel like I’m gonna be super popular after this with those slick guitar moves…!” and Mineta says, “But wait did you guys see my harem dance? That was the best…!”
Jirou says, “Tokoyami, you’ve gotten super good at guitar!” and Tokoyami mentions that it’s all thanks to her.
Kirishima and Bakugou are watching the performance from a spot a little away from the rest of the class, and Kirishima smiles at Bakugou, saying, “Man, you’re great at drumming after all!” and Bakugou replies casually, “it’s just average.”
Jirou overhears their conversation and says, “No way! Your drumming was phenomenal! Your rhythm is what allowed us all to stay in sync! Thank you for taking on this role!” and Bakugou scoffs and says, “Well, you’re the one who carried the whole performance though!”
Everyone is really impressed by Jirou’s bass skills as well as her singing, and they vote for her as the Class A Cultural Festival MVP. Everyone, aside from Bakugou, smiles at her, and she blushes, saying, “What…why…”
Yaoyorozu remarks, “Jirou-san, you were shining the brightest!” and Aoyama says, “Even more than me!?☆” But he agrees that Jirou indeed deserves the MVP title.
The class asks Jirou to make a small speech. She thanks everyone for making this performance a reality, and she’s really happy that they were able to perform together.
After everyone is done eating, Sero and Kaminari tells the class that they have some cool party games planned for everyone. Most of the class are excited for what they have in store, but Bakugou feels like it’s a waste of time and gets up to leave. Kirishima tries to stop him, but Sero taunts, “Oh, you’re leaving because you don’t think you can win, right? Well that’s fine, you can go back. Even though we have a quiz specifically tailored for you, but I guess you’d fail anyway.”
This gets Bakugou angry, and he agrees to participate in Sero’s dumb quiz challenge.
The games that Sero and Kaminari have planned are for one member of each Cultural Festival team to undergo a “Can you guess the __” type of challenge. Bakugou is first up, representing the Band Team. His challenge is to differentiate between three different types of pepper spice seasoning purely by taste (called 一味 ichimi).
Bakugou sits down in front of the table that has the seasonings, and Sero blindfolds him by putting on an eye mask that has a funny grinning face on it. Deku and the others snicker at how ridiculous Bakugou looks with that eye mask on, and Bakugou gets mad, yelling, “Damnit Deku, what the hell is so funny!?” Deku replies, “Well, anyone would laugh when they see…hahah!”
Bakugou roars, “You piece of shit!” but Todoroki says calmly, “Hey Bakugou, maybe you should consider wearing a hero suit that matches that mask.” Bakugou is furious and yells, “Shut the hell up, you half and half bastard!”
The challenge then begins, and Kaminari spoon feeds Bakugou the three different spices. He surprises everyone by correctly guessing each type of spice and goes even as far to explain which company manufactures them. Kaminari and Sero are speechless, but Deku says, “I thought that Kacchan would know the difference. He’s always had a very particular sense of taste. He could even tell when sweets expired and would never eat the expired food.”
Bakugou gets mad and says, “Don’t put on that stupid face as if you know it all!” and throws the eye mask at Deku.
The next challenge is Todoroki’s turn, representing the Stage Team. His task is to figure out among three cups of brown liquid which one is soba noodle soup. The cups contain either coffee, soba noodle soup, or throat medicine, and Todoroki cannot smell or taste them before picking his answer.
Iida mentions that Todoroki often eats soba during lunch, so there’s no way he would guess incorrectly for a food that he loves. Deku says, “Good luck, Todoroki!” as everyone watches him study the cups closely. The catch is that he also has to drink from whichever cup he chooses. Todoroki decides on a cup and drinks from it, only to spit it out and say, “That…wasn’t soba noodle soup…”
Kaminari chimes in by explaining that the cup he chose was actually throat medicine. Todoroki apologizes for spitting out the throat medicine, which splurted all over Iida and Deku. They tell him not to worry as more importantly, they need to get tissues to clean up the mess. Todoroki mutters, “I don’t think I want to eat soba anymore after this…”
The next challenge is for Tsuyu, where she has to differentiate from three different types of fluffy things: Koda’s bunny, Ojiro’s tail, and Deku’s hair by touch only. As she puts on the eye mask, Koda, Ojirou, and Deku stand in front of her. When Koda offers the bunny, Tsuyu says, “it’s fluffy.” When Ojiro offers his tail, she also says, “it’s fluffy.” When Deku offers his hair, Tsuyu says, “it’s…fuzzy?” She then correctly guesses which fluffiness was which.
Kaminari and Sero then round up the results of the various challenges, and the winner ends up being Bakugou!
Bakugou says, “Obviously I would win!” but the party’s not over yet! Next up is the Personality Quiz! Sero explains that since the class is with each other practically 24/7, they should all have picked up on small details of each other. This quiz will test how well they actually know each other after all.
The first question they ask is, “What did Iida answer on his Hero Test the other day to name the three most beautiful Heroes of the past?”
The class guesses incorrectly, and the answer was that he wrote on his test “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and everyone has their own different types of beauty.”
Baffled, Iida asks Sero and Kaminari how they even knew what he wrote on a test paper, and they explained that their accomplice, Hagakure, has been doing a bit of spying on everyone in order for them to make this quiz a reality. Hagakure apologizes for doing so, but she says that she saw it as an opportunity to also test out her hero skills too.
The next question is “What has Yaoyorozu been obsessed about lately?” Jirou answers first, saying “Oh, is it furikake (rice seasoning)?” The answer turns out to be correct, and recently, Yaoyorozu has taken a strong liking to furikake to season her rice, which makes her blush a bit.
Sero then says, “All right Kaminari, what’s the next question?”
Kaminari answers, “Okay! For the next question, what made Ojirou disappointed recently!?”
Satou guesses, “Cementoss said his effort was average?”
Shouji says, “Tetsutetsu told him his strength was average?”
Aoyama ponders, “Recovery Girl said his health was average?☆”
The correct answer is actually Ojiro changed the conditioner for his tail recently, but no one noticed. However, Hagakure sidles up to him and says, “I actually saw you looking around near the bathroom area to see if anyone noticed, haha!” and Ojiro gets red, saying, “Well if you were watching me, why didn’t you say anything…!?”
The next question was, “What was hidden in Kirishima’s elementary school yearbook!?” Kirishima panics and says, “Huh!? How did you…!” but Sero grins and says, “That’s only for me to know. But I totally could not believe what was hidden there!”
Ashido guesses, “Maybe a love letter!?”
Mineta exclaims, “A porn magazine!!”
Todoroki says, “Failed test scores?”
All three of them were incorrect. The correct answer is “a photo of him dressed up as a girl!”
Bakugou says to him, “You’re actually into that kinda stuff?”
Kirishima gets flustered and says, “Wait, you’ve got it all wrong! It was during my elementary school’s festival stage play of Cinderella where I played the Stepmother! When I left the picture at home, my mommy kept showing it to other people, so I tried to hide it!!”
Kaminari then continues with the next question, saying “Okay, so next question. Before the Cultural Festival performance, what did Uraraka mess up on!?”
Deku says, “She accidentally made herself float!?”
Iida offers, “She was too nervous she threw up!?”
Tokoyami asks, “She ate too much mochi and threw up!?”
Kaminari says they all guessed wrong and the correct answer is “she was looking for Midoriya but tripped and accidentally went into a room where Class B’s Monoma was in the middle of changing clothes!”
Ochako gets red in the face and says, “I didn’t do it on purpose!!”
Mineta comments something lewd, but Tsuyu shuts him down.
The next question is “What was the reason why Jirou and Hagakure were arguing!?”
Koda says, “Because Hagakure-san was messing with Jirou-san’s earphone jack…?”
Yaoyorozu offers, “Jirou-san accidentally stepped on Hagakure-san’s naked body?”
Mineta exclaims, “Fighting over a guy!”
The correct answer is because Hagakure tried scaring Jirou after they watched a horror film together. Ashido asked whether they actually argued, and Jirou said she got mad because when she takes a shower alone, she’s usually scared of the bathroom area anyway. So when Hagakure messed with her by causing the lights to flicker on and off and the faucet to suddenly turn on by itself, she absoutely freaked out and felt like she almost had a heart attack. Naturally, she was livid, and Hagakure says, “Sorry Jirou, your reactions were just too good!”
The next question is about Deku, and Kaminari asks, “Recently, Deku has been leaving the dorm early to meet with someone. Who is that secret someone!?” (**Note: The word they use is ‘aibiki,” which means secret date/meeting).
Deku is surprised and says, “Wait, how do you know that…?”
Mineta and Satou ask if he was secretly meeting up with a girl, and Iida says, “Midoriya-kun! Are you actually in a relationship with a girl!? You should prioritize studies first!”
Ochako is confused as she says to herself, “Aibiki? Like the type of meat?” (**Note: Ochako isn’t familiar with the word, so she thinks it’s referring to ‘aibikiniku,’ which is a combination of different types of ground meat)
Deku gets nervous and says, “No, it’s not like that…” He thinks of ways to deflect the situation without making it known that he’s actually meeting up with All Might in the morning to train his quirk, but the other classmates continue to guess.
Kirishima says, “He’s meeting with someone from the General Class!?”
Ashido says, “No way…maybe he’s meeting with someone older, like Midnight…!?”
Mineta suggests, “Maybe he’s meeting with a living thing other than a girl…!!”
All three of their guesses were incorrect, and the correct answer was that he was meeting with the Support Department’s Hatsume Mei!
Deku is relieved to know that the others have not found out about his secret rendezvous with All Might early in the morning to do training.
Bakugou snorts and says, “There’s no way that dumb nerd would ever be popular!” but Sero says, “No, Midoriya is quite popular among the ladies. Like during the Provisional License Exam when that naked upper classman got all over him.”
Deku rebutts by saying, “But that was because she was attacking me!?”
Iida then recalls how Hatsume helped Deku out when they went to the department together earlier, and after an explosion, she was also all over him. Mineta then gets lewd thoughts again, but the conversation switches to Mineta using his mogimogi hair balls and puts it on Deku’s head. Iida notes that it looks like Deku’s wearing those infamous mouse ears from “Zoo Dreamland” (aka Disneyland). Ashido mentions that she used to go to Disneyla—…Zoo Dreamland all the time when she was younger. The class chatter switches to discussing their favorite rides, attractions, and food.
The class then asks Mineta to put mogimogi balls on their heads too so they can look like they’re wearing those infamous mouse ears as well. Mineta enjoys the attention and says, “All right I guess…”
Before the party wraps up, Sero mentions that there’s one more video that they want to show to everyone. As they gather around the TV to watch, they see Aizawa on screen with a cat. As the video starts, Aizawa suddenly appears in the common room and reprimands them, asking what are they doing up so late? The video pauses on the screen.
Aizawa stops the party and tells everyone to clean up and go to their rooms. Since the party’s over, he tells Sero, Kaminari, and Hagakure to stay behind. The three students prepare themselves for a scolding, but instead, Aizawa asks them where they got this footage.
It turns out that Present Mic gave it to them after he recorded it while hiding in sight. The footage was of Aizawa trying to befriend a cat, but the cat ignores him and goes to All Might instead. Sero actually came to the faculty department before the after-party to ask for permission to show the footage, and since Aizawa wasn’t there at the time, All Might said it was okay.
However, Aizawa says he will be collecting the footage and tells the three to never discuss the contents of the video to anyone. They agree, and he sends them off on their way.
It’s been a long day, and Aizawa sighs and wonders just when he got caught up in all of this student stuff. However, although adolescence is short, that never stops them from chasing their dreams forever. Happily, while young, without sadness, sweetly, harshly…youth is a precious thing.
The light novel ends with Aizawa saying, “Good luck, everyone” with the words “the festival had ended, but even so, their bright days continue onward.”
THE END
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i think the thing that bothers me most about the whole zofia and ela thing is that it feels like a massive retcon. like did anyone else read Zofia bio? because to me it heavily implies that zofia might have killed their dad?? like ubisoft???? hello?? and it sounds more like zofia tried to reconcile with ela rather than Ela trying to reach out to her sister and being rebuffed?? idk whatever man
but i love the shot of the two opposing sides in the parking lot and you can see Thatcher in the background because the SAS are losing Smoke after all this time! like how did that conversation go?? was Mike just like a "disappointed but not surprised" dad when Smoke decided to go or was he more all out angry with him? and also Lion seeing Finka go! they were partners so it must be hard for both of them too! and he most likely doesn't know her reasoning since very few people know about her illness :(
Oh, I am so very annoyed that they retconned the lore of the sisters (although retconning lore is a staple of Siege's writers, they always change stuff to suit their needs atm, leaving a mess to piece for the fans). Although I do not really share the same conclusions you reached. Lemme explain:
We're told that the sisters grew up being distant due to Jan Bosak playing favorites, Zofia accepting his harsh methods due to the trauma of when bullying classmates almost drowned her - she wanted to become stronger so she wouldn't be vulnerable again, while Ela struggled and rebelled under her dad's strict authority. They did NOT work together in the early years of their careers, Zofia went overseas and met her husband in Mali, and Ela dropped off the military school, went to art school in Berlin, and later joined a small PMC group.
When Zofia went back to Poland to get married, her wishes of a small ceremony were hijacked by her dad, who turned it into a marked celebration, reuniting the clique of politicians who took power after the assassination of Poland’s president. Zofia was shocked to see two former suspects among the crowd, embraced warmly by her father. She left the party early, feigning illness. While investigating what she’d seen, Zofia discovered she was pregnant (literal excerpt from her bio). She kept that pregnancy secret, probably out of fear or uncertainty. And in the following months, her dad committed suicide. Allegedly.
After the death of her dad and the birth of her daughter, Zofia learns Ela is joining GROM and it's then when she attempts to reconnect with her sister while following her into Rainbow. None of that bullshit of "we were a team for years, but when father died you left me alone", it's the fucking opposite of what their bios say!!
From Harry's psychological report of Zofia, we learn that Zofia struggles with her father's death. She doesn't believe it was suicide and asked if I can recover his autopsy report (again, literal excerpt). So no, this indicates she's obsessed with uncovering the truth, she suspects those politicians who organized the assassination of the president killed her dad too, maybe to tie loose ends. And she's obsessed with discovering the truth, Harry even hints she's asked him to use his connections to let her access those reports, but he doesn't think he has those kinds of connections, nor does he think it's necessarily a good idea to indulge this obsession of Zofia, cause it won't bring her closure.
As for how they might react to some of the ops joining Nighthaven, I'm not about to especulate about what will happen cause they re-write and tweak the characters and their motivations every single time they make up something new 🤷
I don't think Thatcher was pleased, nor understanding. He is an old person with very rigid views of work (as seen in his interactions with Dokkaebi in The Hammer and The Scalpel), and I'd wager with a callsign of "Thatcher" he's conservative, patriotic, and old fashioned. So he would not take it well, nor be understanding like a dad figure, imo.
As for Finka... do we really know she joined NH? The only people we see in the car with Kali are Ela and Smoke, the latter welcoming Ela to the NH family. We assume IQ, Pulse and Finka also joined cause they were around the cars too, but we don't know for sure. We don't know either if Lion and Finka are close or not as work partners. Although, seeing how last year she was siding with Ash and defending her and looking for a brawl with the people siding with NH, it would be a surprise for everyone if she joins NH. As you said, only Doc knows about her condition, so they wouldn't see it coming.
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Hope I am doing this right, I just recently found your blog and I love your writing. I am not sure if this counts as an emergency, but today is my birthday and my only two family members never really bothered to celebrate something like this, so it’s like every other day :‘) I would really appreciate if you could do some headcanons with a reader who isn’t used to celebrate his birthday, my comfort characters are Luffy, Sanji and Nami. But pls don’t stress yourself and have a great day
Thanks so much for your kind words!! 😭😭
Happy belated birthday by the way! I'm a September baby too! So feel free to stop by and we can celebrate together!❤️
Babes Below~!
Monkey D. Luffy
Birthdays can be confusing for the brunet, he understands them and enjoys them, but never celebrated them. Growing up in the orphanage, it was rare for some kids to even know their birthday, let alone have any funds to celebrate them. Even when he spent time with Makino and Shanks, it was still never talked about, it just happened.
So it became a mission of his to celebrate his loved ones’ birthdays, and hey, even if they didn’t know their birthday, they could make one up together!
When he had heard you don’t normally celebrate your birthday, he was a bit annoyed, his stubbornness shown through and refused to accept anything other than yes as an answer.
He had told the crew about your birthday and how he wanted to throw a feast for you. Due to your own importance in the crew, they didn’t mind celebrating, Sanji making your favorite meals, while the girls and Chopper helped Luffy find a gift! That left Usopp, Franky and Brook to decorate, Zoro was going to help, but fell asleep soon after. By the time the night fell, you were thrown a large feast, with your loveable boy gifting you a bouquet of flowers and a promise to share his favorite meat with you!
Vinsmoke Sanji
Birthdays are hard for the blond too, he didn’t have birthdays after his mother died, even living with Zeff and the others on the Baratie, it was nothing more than a head pat from the rough hearted man.
He never thought to ask if you celebrated your birthday, but as you two get to know one another better, you eventually open up about your feelings on your birth.
Sanji completely respects that you don’t want to celebrate your birthday, so he won’t make a big deal out of it. He will probably wait till everyone is asleep and surprises you with a birthday cake he made and a soft smile as he wishes you a happy birthday.
He knows it’s not anything special, but he still wants to show his love for you and how much you mean to him! Will happily give you kisses and hugs as you two eat his handmade cake together!
Cat Burglar Nami
Nami can be a tricky ones. I think she celebrated her birthday as a kid with Bellemere, but after her death it became a reminder of her guilt. However, she still likes to see her friends happy and celebrate how much they mean to her!
Due to her love language being gift giving, she will buy you something practical that you need, she won’t even mention happy birthday if it’s true triggering for you also!
Will joke that you owe her interest for her time and effort finding you a perfect gift, also will charge you for spending the day with you! She’s only joking, but won’t say no if you try to pay her! Sadly, she won’t bake you a cake, at least not with Sanji in the kitchen, but she will give you some tangerines!
Tries to do simple, cute things with you, that also doesn’t draw attentions to others who might want to celebrate your birthday, unless you want her to, then your girl will go all out!
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