#Number 2 Daughter

[spitblaze]

I guess Chilchuck has brought us right back to 'adults who are short are child-coded and if you like them you're a pedophile' discourse huh

[elgallinero]

Education

the clinton school for writers and artists – Google Search — Read on www.google.com/search

[etesians]

“I’ve just had a thought.”

Kei looks up from his phone, eyes drooping, the hour you’ve spent lounging on the couch rendering him immune to the fact that his neck is bent at a disastrous angle against the armrest. It has you pulling him forward, taking the pillow from under your neck to stuff under his, but it’s a fine trade. Now you can lay against the warmth of his chest and settle into what Kei calls the pre-nap—or, what he used to call it, back when he was still too embarrassed to simply say that he wanted cuddles.

“Woah, careful there," he can't pass up the opportunity to start with. Then, "Good kind or bad kind?”

You hum. “Sickeningly domestic kind.”

“So… good,” he decides after a beat, setting his phone down on the coffee table.

Those long, gentle fingers you love slide into your hair, and it’s a wonder how they’re always able to sate an itch that only manifests itself mere seconds before the touch, just so they can be rubbed away by him and him alone; suspiciously wizard-like. “It’s not like I’m opposed to any of that… Since it’s you.”

Aww.

“Honeycakes—” you coo obnoxiously, disguising his name in the endearment, which gets you exactly what you'd expect—the full moon's circumference of his palm eclipsing your vision, his grip light as he smushes your face around for a while, unable to rid himself of the urge. When he lets go a minute later, you share a mirrored look of contentment, all stupid smiles and rolling eyes, before you settle your ear over his heart and he resumes massaging your scalp.

Whatever video he was watching drones on in the meantime. Something about a supermoon coming up and dropping temperatures… Partly rainy with a high of seventy-three degrees and a low of sixty-eight and—wow, he really got sucked into watching the weather channel... Such old man behavior. But it’s quiet enough to tune out against the steady drum in his ribs, so you both leave it be.

“Your idea, baby.”

“Oh, right. So I was thinking—y’know, when we start buying stuff for the house…”

“Mmhm?”

“For utensils, what if we found the same forks you grew up using, and the same spoons I had, so that our future kid'll have pieces of both of our childhoods already built into theirs? It’d be like our own little mismatched set.” "You're right..." It's quiet for a moment. Then Kei blows out a breath, his mind positively sunnier with the image. “That is sickeningly domestic.”

You open your mouth to defend the idea—because it is a good idea, notes-app worthy, even—when he tacks on, “I’m not saying no. God, you’re just so cute sometimes...” the words followed up by him pulling on your cheek. “Is that why you kept hovering by the drawers when we visited my mom? ‘What if’ my ass—you already found them on google, didn't you?”

Your bubbling laughter gives you away. Because he’s right—they’re in your amazon shopping cart as you speak, just waiting on his two cents.

“What about chopsticks, then? And knives. And spatulas.”

Spatulas? You raise a brow.

Kei only shrugs in response.

“The rest can be new. I don’t want all of it to be us holding onto old things,” you pause. “But my star curtains are non-negotiable.”

“They have holes in them.”

“Those are the cutouts! And you even said they were pretty when the light’s seeping through them.”

“Okay, yes, they are pretty," he relents, setting his glasses down by his phone. Silencing the weather report with a slide of his thumb. “But furnishings aside, we’d still be missing one thing…”

“Tsukishima Kei, I know exactly what you’re thinking…” You find yourself being rolled onto your back, his pupils pushing the golden-brown of his irises to the outer rims as they dilate. “And the answer is no.”

“What?” Kei smirks, almost sing-songy as he trails kisses down your collar. He’s not actually gunning for that part of your life together yet. Key word—yet. You’d both agreed to preserve the first year of your marriage for just the two of you. Figuring out the ins and outs of buying a house together and all the legalities that came with it had been hard enough on its own.

Everything after your one-year anniversary, though, is completely fair game.

“You’re the one who brought up a little Tsukishima…”

[fujii-draws]

More regarding this hc!!( featuring @aria-the-derg’s pmd hero, Alize)

[yomi345345345]

stepfather?? he was he father that stepped up.

[graciegoeskrazy]

texts i think daniel!stepdaughter!r and healy!r would send to each other if they existed simultaneously

—————

healy!r | whatcha doin??

xcx!r | nothin. wbu?

healy!r | do u think george n ur mum would notice if u snuck out and came to my place?

xcx!r | ummm…

xcx!r | why would i sneak out? i can just ask?

healy!r | no cuz then he would text my dad and ask and im grounded so he would say no

xcxl!r | omg what did u do now?

healy!r | not important.

xcxl!r | fine. i’ll be there in 15

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xcxl!r | is it true??????

healy!r | is what tru?

xcxl!r | ur dad just got ENGAGED???????

healy!r | oh

healy!r | yea it’s true

healy!r | how’d u know? they havnt posted it yet

xcxl!r | george. duh.

healy!r | oh yea lol

xcx!r | u feeling alright???

healy!r | yeah.

healy!r | idk it’s just weird

healy!r | even when he’s had girlfriends it’s always just been us

healy!r | and now it’s not

xcx! | i knew u we’re feeling weird…

healy!r | cmonnnn u can’t blame me i mean they havnt been daiting for even a year

healy!r | and i’m barely 14 and shes not even old enough to be my mother

xcxe!r | well she is now…

healy!r | oh shut up

xcx!r | im sorry im sorry

xcx!r | bad joke☹️

healy!r | its ok its fine

healy!r | just i feel weird is all

xcx!r | trust me i understand

healy!r | did u feel this way when they got engaged?

healy!r | be honest

xcx!r | well kinda

xcx!r | george asked me if he could propose beforehand

healy!r | aweeee

xcx!r | yeah🤗

healy!r | see my dad didn’t even TELL me he was gonna do it

healy!r | they just came home yesterday and was like ‘surprise’

xcx!r | WHAT

healy!r | it just all blew up afterwards and he said somthings he’ll regret forever lolzzzzz

xcx!r | oh no. uncle george won’t like that.

healy!r | pls don’t tell him i don’t want to make it worse rn

xcxl!r | ok ok i won’t. promise.

healy!r | i’ll call u abt it later. i have to go clean my room before he yells at me even more

xcxl!r | ok

xcx!r | im here if u need anything🫶🏽

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xcx!r | did u see her new tour dates…

healy!r | ofc i did!!!!!

xcxl!r | what are the chances of your father buying us tickets to his ex girlfriends show🤔🤔

healy!r | slim to none😁

xcx! | i fear we might be on our own for this one…

healy!r | i don’t think i could even go

healy!r | all healys might be banned from entering the eras tour😭

xcx!r | nah she loved u!!!

healy!r doesn’t mean she’ll be happy to see me in her crowd���

xcx!r | damn it ok ur right

healy!r | does ur mother still hold contact info from the 2018 rep stadium tour???😁😗

xcx!r | im afraid the answer would be no ethier way☹️

healy!r | i’m gonna end up being banned from every concert because of my father

xcx!r | do u think we could see the 1975????

healy!r | been there done that

[lecliss]

I love how after Vincent passes out in Edge it's Shalua who brings him back then he has a dream moment with Lucrecia and sees her walking up while he's in the pod, then when he wakes up he's still in a pod but it's Shalua who's in the room almost like the game is trying to frame her as "New Lucrecia". But then it's also disappointing when all that implying goes out the window cuz Shalua dies and the game turns Shelke into "New Lucrecia" instead 😔

[meetmeinhellcroutons]

AABRIA IYENGAR DM OF ALL TIME HOLY FUCKING SHIT

[iwrotemrtambourineman]

watched so much late 90s/early oughts chick flicks this weekend and the number of times they try to convince you a skinny woman is fat because she has a round face… it might be dire out there now but it was DIRE out there

[spaghett-onaplate]

"blood matters more than anything" blah blah blah my father and all four of my grandparents can consider themselves opps

[j-esbian]

see the problem with all of the puzzles in bg3 is like. sometimes the player (me) is stupid. and at least in a real dnd game you might get the dm to take pity on you

[kyuumon]

Sure girl, keep deluding yourself.

[yume-fanfare]

my parents brought me to see a stage play of sound of music when i was younger. however i was like. too young to know what a nazi was, or how the plot of sound of music involved them. as far as i was concerned, the plot was just "the daughter dates a guy who is such a fucking prick that the entire family moves just to get away from him." so i was just mildly confused when people brought up ww2 in discussions of sound of music and just chalked it up to the usual "oh, everyone sees jesus allegories in stuff and every story can be a metaphor for marxism if you stretch hard enough."

no.

no, the plot is just about nazis. i was just too seven to notice

HELPPP SKFJDKFJKSD i cant remember anything abt sound of music ill be real

[jrueships]

my pretty pretty hot girl

and his excitable sticky iPad kid son who cries and throws his incredibly bulky and padded ipad whenever he dies in roblox

[apricotluvr]

Feb 2023 🫶🏼

[masked-and-doomed]

I keep thinking about the potential absolutely horrible discourse UG could bring if she was more well known