#I didn't have the chance during the holidays to spend much time on my phone T.T

[bitchiswild]

The Christmas Mission

Kim Chaewon x F!Reader

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 4k

A/n: 👩‍👩‍👧🎄📝

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From the moment I took my first breath, my mom and mama cocooned me in an infinite embrace of love. Life with them was a kaleidoscope of joy—I lived in a world where everything was perfect. Our family might have been small, but in my eyes, it was an entire universe of happiness.

However, that world crumbled when they decided to part ways. I remember the day they sat me down, their voices laced with reassurance, explaining that they wouldn’t share the same home anymore. I was just a five-year-old then, and although they might've thought I didn't grasp the depth of their decision, I knew our lives were about to change irreversibly.

Their separation during those holiday seasons felt like a hurricane ripping through our traditions. Choosing between spending Thanksgiving or Christmas with mommy or mama was an impossible choice. It felt unfair because all I wanted was to see us together, laughing, and sharing those special moments.

So, I devised a plan, a beacon of hope I called The Christmas Mission. I knew deep in my seven-year-old heart that if I could bring them together again, our family could be whole once more. With determination blazing in my eyes, I reached out to Auntie Yunjin, using mama's phone for secrecy. She chuckled softly at my boldness but agreed to help. Auntie Yunjin and I both sensed an unspoken truth—deep within Mama's heart, there lingered a love that hadn't faded for Mommy. And so, The Christmas Mission was a go.

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Throughout the entire year, I mulled over a meticulous plan, carefully orchestrating it with Auntie Yunjin's invaluable guidance. We decided to set the wheels in motion come September, giving us a precious three-month window to reunite Mommy and Mama.

My strategy was simple yet profound—I wanted Mommy and Mama to reminisce about their past together. Each night, just before bedtime, I would implore Mommy to share stories of their shared history, the moments that stitched their lives together. It was a chance for her to reflect on their beautiful past.

And when I was at Mama's house, I followed the same routine, coaxing her to delve into their cherished memories. Those stories were like fragments of a once-perfect puzzle, scattered but holding the promise of reunification.

"Mommy, can you tell me the story of how you knew you loved mama?" I asked, my voice tinged with a mixture of anticipation and earnestness.

"Alina, I've recounted this tale to you countless times," Mommy replied, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.

"I know, but I love it so much," I insisted, pouting slightly, hoping to nudge her into sharing the cherished memory once more.

"Alright, alright," Mommy relented with a smile, knowing she couldn't resist my plea. "It was during winter," she began, a nostalgic glimmer dancing in her eyes.

It was a whirlwind of activity during winter for idols like Chaewon, schedules packed to the brim with performances and practices. Despite the bustling chaos, Chaewon made a conscious effort to carve out time for us. Our relationship had blossomed over the past three months, the connection growing stronger with each passing day, yet neither of us had mustered the courage to vocalize those three important words.

Before each performance or practice, like clockwork, Chaewon would drop a message, a reassuring beacon in the midst of her hectic schedule. Whether she was en route to work or headed back home, she made sure to keep me in the loop, a constant stream of updates that helped bridge the distance between us.

But amidst her gestures, I sensed her guilt. She knew I often waited for her at the dorm, eager to be by her side. The longing for her presence was palpable, and it seemed mirrored in her own desire to break free from her commitments and just be with me. Her concern for my waiting was a testament to her genuine affection, a silent testament to the emotions yet unspoken between us.

As the holidays drew nearer, a gift arrived in the form of a lighter schedule for Chaewon. Suddenly, she had pockets of time, and those moments became our sanctuary. Nights were no longer dictated by tight rehearsals or packed calendars; instead, they were ours to relish. We'd stay awake, wrapped in the glow of movie screens, concocting treats not just for us but for her fellow group members as well. We immersed ourselves in all those quintessential couple activities, indulging in the sweetness of shared moments.

Then came that overdue date—a special occasion Chaewon orchestrated. It was her chance to lavish me with affection, to express her gratitude for my unwavering support and presence. How could I have possibly said no to her thoughtful gesture? After all, my love for her was steadfast and unwavering.

Our date unfolded like a cherished fairytale. We delved into the vibrant tapestry of Seoul, relishing delicious street food, diving into spontaneous activities, and capturing our laughter in photographs. It was a day painted with hues of perfection, but the canvas of our happiness expanded when she bared her heart.

Amidst the pulsating energy of the city, she turned to me, her eyes brimming with an affection that needed no words to convey its depth. And then, in a moment that echoed amidst the bustling streets, she whispered those three words that altered the rhythm of our universe: "I love you." Those words, so simple yet carrying the weight of an entire galaxy of emotions, wrapped around me like a warm embrace. Feeling the intensity of that moment, I leaned in, closing the gap between us, and our lips met in a tender, affirming kiss. It was a moment suspended in time, a testament to the love we shared, marking one of the top three moments etched in our hearts.

As I sat there, wrapped in the warmth of Mommy's story, my laughter danced in the air while my feet playfully kicked beneath me. In the midst of her storytelling, I caught glimpses of both nostalgia and a hint of sadness lingering in her eyes. Yet, amidst those emotions, there was something more profound—a glimmer of an enduring love she still held for Mama.

The realization that my plan was gaining traction filled me with an indescribable joy. It was working! The threads of their shared past, spun through Mommy's tales, were weaving a tapestry that rekindled something beautiful between them. That glimmer of love, buried beneath the layers of time and change, now danced vibrantly before my eyes.

In that moment, I felt like a silent architect, subtly nudging their hearts to remember what they once had. It was a fragile yet powerful realization, fueling my determination to see my Christmas mission through to its heartwarming conclusion.

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"Mama, can you pleaseeeee tell me the story of when you proposed to mommy? Pleaseeeeee," I pleaded, my hands clasped together in an emphatic display.

"Of course, baby. Just so you know, it was one of my favorite days," Mama replied with a wink, a gentle smile playing on her lips as she settled into the memory, ready to weave the tale for me.

With bated breath, I listened as Mama began, her voice laced with a nostalgic tenderness that painted vivid images in my mind. Her words carried me to a moment frozen in time, a snapshot of their love story, as she recounted the beautiful chapter of when she proposed to Mommy.

The air crackled with nervous anticipation as Chaewon prepared for the pivotal moment of her life—proposal day. Three years had woven an unbreakable bond between us, and for her, it was the perfect juncture to pledge eternity by your side. You were her world, the axis around which her universe spun, and she couldn't fathom a life without you.

Her meticulous plan had been meticulously crafted, with the assistance of her fellow members, especially Yunjin, who shared a special bond with you. Yunjin's role in the plan was crucial—to distract you throughout the day, giving Chaewon and the rest of the girls the space and time needed to prepare every intricate detail. Everything had to be flawless, just like the love you shared.

As the designated hour drew near, with Yunjin leading me back, all the preparations were set in motion. The stage was meticulously arranged, every element carefully placed to create an atmosphere of magic and love, a space where Chaewon would bare her heart and soul. The energy hummed with anticipation, every detail polished to perfection, all for that one unforgettable moment.

The room seemed to hold its breath, cocooned in an atmosphere pregnant with emotion. Chaewon stood in the center, her heart an orchestra of nerves and unwavering love. The ambiance, carefully crafted with twinkling candles and delicate touches, paled in comparison to the radiance emanating from her.

As Yunjin guided me into the transformed space, my breath hitched in wonder. It was as though the room itself was a canvas painted with the hues of Chaewon's adoration—a breathtaking masterpiece dedicated to our love.

But amidst the beauty, it was Chaewon who commanded attention, her eyes, shimmering with anticipation and vulnerability, locking onto mine. In that charged moment, her voice, soft yet resolute, began to weave a narrative of our shared journey.

"Y/n," she uttered, her voice quivering with unspoken passion. "These years beside you have been my universe, a symphony of laughter, comfort, and an unyielding anchor. You are my everything."

Step by step, she closed the distance between us, reaching for my trembling hand, our souls connected in an unspoken embrace. "Today, amid the echoes of our love, I stand here with a question burning in my heart," she continued, her voice an ethereal whisper carrying the weight of a thousand emotions. "Will you walk this path with me? Will you choose to share your tomorrows with me, painting our story in the canvas of time? Will you marry me?"

Tears shimmered in our eyes, mirroring the overwhelming surge of emotions coursing through us. "Yes," You managed to choke out, your voice trembling with raw emotion, but every syllable dripping with love and certainty.

In that hallowed moment, surrounded by the tender flicker of candles and the symphony of our hearts beating as one, Chaewon slid a ring onto your finger—a circle representing an unbroken promise, a vow to weather every storm together. It was a moment when time stood still, a crescendo of emotions intertwining, marking the genesis of our forever.

The weight of Mama's story settled like a heavy mist, veiling the room in bittersweet nostalgia. Her words carried the weight of regret and longing, painting a picture of a love that had weathered storms but succumbed to the relentless demands of her schedule.

Tears blurred my vision as I wrapped my arms around Mama, her vulnerability tugging at my heartstrings. "You know, Mommy still loves you, right?" I whispered, trying to offer solace amidst the sea of emotions.

Mama's response carried the weight of resignation, a silent acceptance veiled in her words. "No, she doesn't, not anymore. And I'm okay with that. I just want her to be happy," she murmured, the ache in her voice echoing the depth of her love.

But I couldn't bear to see Mama resigned to a love lost. With a newfound determination, I revealed my secret plan, the clandestine scheme that had been brewing in my young heart for the past few months. The confession hung in the air, a revelation poised to reshape their world.

Chaewon's confusion pierced the moment. "What do you mean, a plan?" she queried, her eyes searching mine for answers.

I gazed at her, my cheeks flushing with the weight of my revelation. "For the past three months, I've been coaxing both of you to share stories of your past," I admitted, my voice quivering with a mix of anxiety and hope. "I wanted to rekindle the feelings you have for each other."

Mama's initial shock dissolved into a burst of laughter, the sound filling the room with unexpected warmth. "You, my clever baby, are quite the little schemer," she teased, tickling me playfully, coaxing joyous laughter from deep within me.

In that moment, amidst shared laughter and gentle teasing, I glimpsed a spark of hope flickering in Mama's eyes, a glimmer of possibilities woven by the innocence and determination of a child's heart.

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It was the moment of truth—I had Mama fully on board with our secret mission. Now, the final act of our plan was set in motion, and I was the lead actress in this grand performance.

With a mischievous glint in my eye, I switched on the blow dryer and directed its warm air to my forehead, feigning the onset of a fake sickness. I knew one thing for sure—Mommy was a whirlwind of concern when it came to taking care of her sick daughter.

"Mommy," I croaked out, playing my part with as much conviction as I could muster.

"Oh, Alina, sweetheart, what's wrong?" Mommy's worry was palpable, her pacing back and forth a testament to her genuine concern for me.

Pretending to be in distress, I murmured, "Call Mama, I want Mama," sniffling to add authenticity to my performance.

As expected, Mommy's concern deepened, and she dialed Mama without hesitation. Mama arrived swiftly, true to the script, while I sat upstairs, ready to play my next part.

"Okay, Mama, I'll pretend to sleep while you have a heart-to-heart with Mommy," I instructed eagerly, feeling like a clandestine agent about to execute a crucial plan.

Mama chuckled at my enthusiasm. "Sure thing, stinker," she said affectionately, ruffling my hair before slipping downstairs to engage Mommy in a conversation that I hoped would rekindle their feelings.

As I lay there, pretending to be asleep, my heart raced with anticipation. This was the moment where the threads of our plan would intertwine, where Mama's words would work their magic in Mommy's heart. It was a scene straight out of a movie, and I was the director behind the curtains, waiting for the climax to unfold.

Quiet as a mouse, I crept to the top of the stairs, my heart pounding with both excitement and nervousness. Peering through the banister's gaps, I listened intently, the hushed tones of Mama and Mommy's conversation drifting up to where I stood.

Their voices, a blend of familiarity and a hint of something deeper, carried a weight of emotions. Mama's gentle words mingled with Mommy's tentative responses, and it was like listening to a symphony, each note resonating with the cadence of their shared history.

Mama's voice, soft yet filled with a wellspring of emotions, carried stories of their past, moments cherished and remembered. She painted a canvas with her words, a tapestry woven with love, laughter, and shared experiences that seemed to transcend time.

As I eavesdropped, I couldn't help but feel a surge of hope. Mama's tales were like tendrils reaching out to rekindle the spark that had once blazed between them. Mommy's responses, though cautious, held a touch of nostalgia and perhaps a flicker of the love that had never truly faded.

It was a delicate dance of emotions, unfolding like a carefully scripted scene. In that quiet space, I was witness to a silent dialogue, a conversation between two hearts seeking to bridge the distance that had grown between them.

Every word spoken was a thread weaving back the tapestry of their shared love, and as I listened, I dared to hope that our plan was working, that the fragments of their past were reawakening something beautiful between Mama and Mommy.

Alina observed from her hidden vantage point, a silent witness to the delicate exchange between Mama and Mommy downstairs. Meanwhile, in another corner of the house, Y/n and Chaewon found themselves in an intimate moment, the air thick with unspoken sentiments.

Chaewon stood by the window, her eyes tracing the contours of the room but her thoughts elsewhere, entangled in a tapestry of memories and unsaid words. You approached your feelings, feeling the weight of years of separation and longing.

"Chaewon," You began, your voice laced with vulnerability and a torrent of emotions.

She turned towards me, and in that moment, the unspoken love that had lingered for so long seemed to spill from our eyes. "Y/n," she responded, her voice a whisper laden with hope and yearning.

Each word carried the weight of our unexpressed feelings. "Despite the passage of time, my love for you has never wavered," You confessed, your voice trembling with the depth of your emotions.

Chaewon's gaze softened, a shimmer of unshed tears reflecting the depth of her feelings. "The love I have for you remains unchanged, a constant amidst the changing tides of life," she admitted, her voice a tender echo of our shared affection.

In that vulnerable exchange, our hearts beat in unison, a symphony of love and longing. With trembling hands, we reached out to each other, fingers intertwining in a silent promise, a silent vow to explore the resurgence of a love that had endured the test of time.

Embraced in each other's arms, our connection felt like a melody, harmonizing with the quiet transformation taking place downstairs between us. It was a moment of tender revelation, a shared confession that spoke volumes of the love rekindled, echoing the quiet whispers of reconciliation weaving through the house.

In that vulnerable exchange, as our emotions swirled like an unstoppable tide, a silent understanding passed between us. Without words, but with a depth of feeling that words could never capture, we leaned closer.

Chaewon's breath mingled with mine, our hearts racing in unison as our lips met in a tender, long-awaited kiss. It was a moment suspended in time, a communion of souls reconnecting after a prolonged separation.

The touch of her lips against mine held the weight of unspoken confessions, the echo of years of longing, and the promise of a future rekindled. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken vows and a renewed commitment, sealing the unbreakable bond we shared.

As we drew apart, the room seemed to hold its breath, the air charged with the unspoken promises hanging between us. The soft brush of our fingers lingered, a silent reassurance that our hearts had found their way back to each other.

In that tender moment, amidst the quiet intimacy, our embrace conveyed a story of rediscovery and a love reignited. It echoed the hushed whispers of reconciliation downstairs, a parallel journey of two hearts finding solace and hope in the embrace of love rediscovered.

“YES!” The joyous exclamation escaped me before I could contain it, echoing through the house. Quickly realizing my outburst, I covered my mouth, eyes wide with a mix of excitement and surprise. Mama's chuckle washed over me, her voice calming despite my momentary panic.

"Alina, sweetheart, come down here," Mama beckoned, her tone gentle and reassuring. Sheepishly, I descended the stairs, finding them wrapped in a warm embrace, the sight filling my heart with boundless happiness.

"Are you two together again?" I blurted out, unable to contain my curiosity and excitement.

Their laughter filled the room, a harmonious blend of emotions. "Yes and no," Mommy replied with a playful smile. "Your mama here has to take me on a date first."

My eyes lit up with excitement. "Can I plan it like I've planned to get you two back together?" I pleaded eagerly, the prospect of being the architect of their reconciliation sparking a newfound enthusiasm within me.

The sudden realization flickered across Mommy's face, a mix of surprise and intrigue. Her raised eyebrows prompted a moment of shared trepidation between Mama and me, unsure of her reaction.

"What do you mean?" Mommy's voice held a note of curiosity, urging me to explain.

Gathering my courage, I confessed, "Yes, I've had everyone in on the plan, even Mama. I orchestrated everything—the stories, the reminiscing about your past together—to rekindle your feelings for each other." There was a brief pause as I awaited Mommy's response.

She gazed at both of us, a mixture of astonishment and amusement crossing her features. "Chaewon, our daughter is remarkably smart," Mommy exclaimed, her tone a blend of surprise and pride.

"That's what I've been saying! When she told me her plan, I was shocked myself because it was actually working," Mama chimed in, her laughter blending with Mommy's, the tension dissipating into shared amusement.

The confession, once met with apprehension, now became a moment of shared laughter and revelation. It was a testament to the power of a child's earnest desire to see her parents rediscover their love, and it seemed our efforts hadn't gone unnoticed.

The air buzzed with joy as Mommy and Mama enveloped me in a warm embrace, their arms a cocoon of love and gratitude. They peppered me with kisses, their laughter mingling with mine in a symphony of happiness.

Giggles escaped me uncontrollably, a chorus of joy that echoed the newfound harmony in our family. In that tender moment, encircled by their love, I felt a profound sense of contentment knowing that our journey had brought us back together.

Their affectionate gestures spoke volumes, a silent testament to the rekindled love that now flourished between them. It was a scene painted with warmth, laughter, and the reassurance that our bond was stronger than ever.

With hearts brimming with love, we stood united—a family reunited by the unwavering devotion of a daughter and the enduring love between two souls finding their way back to each other.

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The anticipation of Christmas filled the air with an infectious excitement, and in the midst of this joyous occasion, I shared a heartfelt wish with Mommy and Mama—a desire for a little sibling. Their surprise at my request was evident, gently explaining that it might be a bit too soon since they had only reunited a month ago. However, they promised to consider it.

On that magical Christmas day, amidst a sea of gifts from everyone, a particular box from Mommy and Mama caught my eye. With bated breath, I opened it, revealing a shirt with the words "Big Sister" printed on it. I couldn't contain my excitement—I jumped and squealed with unbridled joy. "I'm going to be a big sister!" I exclaimed, elation coursing through me.

Mommy and Mama chuckled at my exuberance, but as I rushed to them, tears began to well up in my eyes. Mama gently wiped away my tears, concern etched on her face. "What's wrong, baby? I thought you were happy?" she inquired, while Mommy held me close, offering comfort.

Amidst my sobs, I tried to explain. "I'm just so happy... our family is back together. It's all I've ever wanted for the past two years," I sobbed out, my emotions a whirlwind of overwhelming joy and gratitude.

Their arms around me felt like a fortress of love, a sanctuary where all my hopes and dreams had finally converged. In that poignant moment, the gift of their love and our reunited family outweighed any present under the Christmas tree. It was a moment etched in the tapestry of our lives, one of heartfelt emotions and the joy of a wish fulfilled.

In that moment, held tight within the embrace of Mommy and Mama, amidst the glow of Christmas lights, my heart felt like it could burst with overwhelming emotions. Their love enveloped me, a cocoon of warmth and acceptance that healed every fracture within me. It wasn't just about the joy of soon becoming a big sister; it was the depth of love that had mended the pieces of our fractured family.

Tears of sheer happiness streamed down my face, each drop a testament to the overwhelming gratitude and love I held for them. This Christmas, painted in hues of reconciliation and hope, etched an indelible mark on my soul. It was a chapter of our lives wrapped in the embrace of forgiveness, renewal, and the promise of new beginnings. As we stood there, united and filled with unspoken promises, I knew that this Christmas would forever linger in the tender corners of my heart as a testament to the healing power of love.

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[rintosei]

LAZY MORNING CUDDLES ; itoshi sae

-> i want to cuddle someone in the mornings ;-; writing this made me soo AHH I ALSO WANT A SAE ITOSHI IN MY LIFE

finishing your exams is one of the best feelings you have ever felt. all your nights of staying up to study was worth it in the end as you see your final grade being what you had hoped for. sae was especially proud of you, seeing how you were sacrificing your sleep to study for the exams.

he was the biggest support during that time period. sae was always thoughtful, and gave you time to yourself when you needed it. he also likes to bring you snacks in the middle of the night before going to bed. you didn't ask him to stay up for you, since you also knew that he needed rest for his soccer practice the next day.

now that exams were finished and that summer break is here, you're free to sleep in as much as you can, catching up with the sleep you lost. however, with you being a person who was used to waking up early, you woke up at around 8am, sae still in a deep sleep beside you.

checking your phone, you were met with a few messages from isagi and bachira, asking you how your grades were. you were about to answer before sae's hand wraps around your wrist, making you drop your phone on your chest in shock. "sae!"

"g'morning." sae's deep voice makes your heart flutter. you turned your whole body to face him, giving him a big smile.

"morning, sae! it's weird seeing you up so early on a holiday. did i wake you up?" you asked, and he shook his head. sae pulls you closer to him, as he buries his face in the area between your neck and shoulders. he lets out a deep sigh.

"no, i just woke up on my own." sae mumbles, and you laugh, ruffling his already messy hair.

"well, since we're already up, i'm going to go brush my teeth now," you said, and when you pulled away, you see sae looking at you with a big frown on his face, his eyes droopy. "what? why do you look so sour?"

"i wanted to cuddle more." he complained with a small huff at the end.

you shook your head lightly. "my breath stinks. actually no, our breath stinks," you pulled sae's hand, making him let out a sound of protest, but he doesn't pull away either.

as soon as you both finished brushing your teeth, sae immediately pulls you back into bed, wrapping his arms and legs around your body making you literally immobile.

"do you not want to eat breakfast?" you asked.

sae shook his head. "'m not hungry. we can just eat later for lunch." he doesn't say anything else after that, and you don't have anything else to say either.

you both didn't have a chance to spend time like this because of your exams and sae's busy practice schedule. this is why you rarely go out with your friends on holidays. you missed spending cuddle times with sae, and vice versa (though, he rarely goes out with his friends either during and after soccer practice).

"hey, sae?" you inquired, and he hums, a sign that he's listening to you. "i missed you."

"mm? but we see each other everyday. it's not like i was gone or went out of the country." he says.

"no, i mean, i missed spending time with you like this. we haven't done this in, what, two-three weeks?" you pouted, and sae gives you a quick kiss on your lips, to which makes your cheeks turn red.

"you're right actually. i miss having my y/n-time everyday," sae joked, making you laugh. "i am officially y/n deprived." he hugs you even tighter, and you let him.

you were starting to feel sleepy from your comfortable position and the way sae is softly drawing shapes on your hand. noticing this, sae quietly mumbles, "go back to sleep. i'll wake you up once it's time for lunch.''

"mm, wake me up earlier than that i need to cook," you replied. "unless you want takeout, i don't mind."

sae nods, kissing the top of your head. "okay, i'll wake you up in two hours, mkay? go sleep, love."

#* ˚ ✦ bllk #sae itoshi #itoshi sae #sae itoshi x you #sae itoshi x reader #sae itoshi x y/n #itoshi sae x you #itoshi sae x y/n #itoshi sae x reader #blue lock #blue lock sae #blue lock fanfic #blue lock oneshot #blue lock headcanons #blue lock imagines #blue lock fluff #bllk sae #bllk fluff #bllk imagines #bllk fic #bllk scenarios #bllk x reader #bllk x y/n #bllk x you #bllk headcanons #bllk fanfic

[tonowarislut]

RHEA RIPLEY X READER

! Soft Content, a bit of cussing, use of her real name !

English is not my first language, sorry for eventual errors

Orlando, Florida means one thing... TRAFFIC JAM.

"Hey babe i'm stuck in the traffic...shit this bastard!" said an upset Demi.

"What happened?" You asked worried shifting your phone to the other ear.

"Oh nothing babe just a fucker cutting my way with his scooter" answered the wrestler

"I always wondered how this type of people have a license, they are a living danger jeez" you said

"Yeah i should've run over him and his stupid scooter" replied the girl

"Demi! Hahahaha you can't!" My god. She was so funny. You were so lucky to have her as a girlfriend.

Demi thought the same thing. When you first met she was so fascinated, you were so respectful, kind and funny. That's why she decided to get to know you.

Where you met? On backstage 2 year ago, during a short interview. You were the interviewer.

You asked something like her favorite holiday, biggest pet peeve, fan crush, biggest fear...

Since the atmosphere during the interview was to her liking, light, she decided to exchange numbers.

The rest happened fast.

Becoming friends, be there for just a (favorite cafè beverage) or a serious topic like her brake up with his ex boyfriend or her matches.

You had so much fun with her and then, some months later you fell in love. You adored her.

She was always there for you and you for her.

At first you didn't say anything, you just wanted to be near the wrestler as a friend i mean.. she was heterosexual you hadn't a chance but then you decided to tell her because she was becoming a really important and special person in your life.

You just couldn't give up your romantic feelings so you needed Rhea to reject you to move on or the opposite.

Flashback

You were at the wrestler house, on the couch, for a movie night.

Yeah movie night. You become so close that every Saturday possible you would come to her house to watch a movie. From horror to comedy movies.

"Demi i need to tell you something" you said nervously worried

Rhea looked in your eyes and asked you, worried as well "Yeah, tell me... Is everything okay Y/n?"

You nodded "Yes! Everything is fine but i'm a little nervous. I know how to say this but i don't know how you will take it, i want to tell you without you excluding me from your life. I care too much now, i'd be sad if you left me "

Demi took your hands and played with your fingers to relax you "Don't worry darling i won't leave you..." Then you saw her gasp and say "No! No Y/n you traitor. I know what you did, where this is going"

You died in the spot. Fuck. You were fucked.

"You, you watched the new Dragonball film without me, like we promised" she continued saying.

"What? Ahahahah No! Demi! You almost gave me a heart attack" you said slapping her tattooed toned arm.

"Agh it's all so easy and hard at the same time! Okay i'll tell you" she squeezed your hands in reassurance and after looking at her beautiful eyes you find the courage "I-I simply love you Demi, not only as a friend"

Her expression calmed for a second and then she gave you a big smile.

"I do too" she answered you, her thick Australian accent showing.

At this point you didn't know what made you go more crazy, if her answer or the accent you loved.

You blinked and screamed low "WHAT?! REALLY?! But i thought you.."

She laughed and said "Yeah. It was a surprise for me too. I realized it last month when you were being cute to the barista, when i saw her gay panic i though 'I can relate' "

Whispering you repeated her words not believing it "Gay panic?"

You went red. You were excitedly and positively embarrassed.

Demi "yeah"

You "Are you Bi?"

Demi "Yeah i'm"

You "I thought...i thought"

Demi "Me too but here i'm. Not a big thing. Love is love. I only know that i love talking and spending time with you and to tell you the truth i'm dying to kiss you. Can i kiss you? "

You "Yeah! Of cour-"

She hugged and kissed you sweetly. You then sit on her lap, grabbed gently her hair and deepened the kiss.

Finally you were kissing your beloved Demi Bennett and your stomach was feeling it all. Spinning and twisting.

After the kiss you rested your forehead on hers and smiled, she did the same.

You were so happy.

You hugged her neck and told her "I love you, i love youu" she laughed, rubbing your back and answered "me too babe"

That's how the answers to that song you often listened and related were answered.

What song? More than a friend by Girli

#lgbtq #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #demi bennett #wwe #wwe fanfiction #love

[foster-the-world]

Adoption is (slowly) happening

In December baby boys Mom appeared again. We haven't seen her in person in 2.5 years. Only on a zoom court call one time. She surrendered her rights directly to us at the TPR trial. It was all on zoom but she was very sweet. She thanked us and talked about how much she loves him. She asked for a conditional surrender. We signed to monthly visits and 2x picture check ins a month. We are more then happy to do all of that stuff. The more he can see her the better. We've never felt she was unsafe - only unavailable. She notarized the form and showed up to both zoom dates. We sent some text messages back and forth during the holidays. Then she stopped responding. So sad. I hope she comes back around someday but fear it will be a different phone and she didn't keep our numbers.

Its a relief to have the surrender directly to us. As far as we've been told he doesn't have any family available but its nice not to have to worry about someone coming forth now that he is free for adoption. I know some people think even after being with us for 2.5 years if a stable family member is available he should go to them. With the exception of his parents if they improved, I don't agree. Would I do anything for him, including giving him up if it was best for him = yes. Is there a chance unconsciously I'm just convincing myself with us is best because its best for me = also, yes. Either way there is not another option so with us he stays forever. Its certainly where he feels at home. We've got a new lawyer, new caseworker, new home study person. Lots of visits over the last couple of weeks. I think they are going to double his base rate. We did not ask for it but will take it. It will nice to have the padding if we need it for his OT or whatever comes forward in the future. Even the base rate was increased by $500 per month in the last few months due to some lawsuit. The money aspect feels odd but I'm not above taking things for my kids. We certainly spend more then they give us on each kid - as we should. Nothing is confirmed about the increase - so we will see. They are telling us adoption should be May/June. It will be over zoom. Which is anti-climatic but I don't care. As long as it gets done.

Have to decide if we will invite friends to log on. Seems kind of nice but also don't want to ignore adult adoptees who don't like making it a celebration. For me, the TPR was the sad day to acknowledge everything he has loss. I'm sure that will be an ongoing loss process. Adoption does feel more like a celebration but don't want to ignore his possible negative feelings in the future. We will think about it. For Bee we had our parents at the courthouse. One set of friends came to the restaurant afterward. It was a lovely day. My husband's Birthday, actually. Not sure baby boy's going to be willing to sit in front of the camera. Maybe will give him a lollipop and strap him in his high chair. We also need to think/finalize a middle name.

[stealanity]

white lily ✩ bae jacob

my love for you was pure.

summary : mama told me, summer loves were the best. i can’t say she was right, and i can’t say she was wrong, because you were probably the most pure of my love stories. you were much more radiant than the sun during my holidays, leaving warmth on my skin. but just like summer, our love had an end.

warning : one swear word, mention of alcool, mean mom, a lot of crying

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⠀⠀⠀dear bae joonyoung,

it's been a while, right? i'm for not having replied to your messages. i'm sorry to have left without saying anything. and to have left you without news for months.

i didn't even know that i still had your address saved in my phone, i only discovered it recently. but it's a chance for me, because i really wanted to write you a few words.

do you remember those two summer months we spent together? personally, it's inked in the back of my head, thousands of memories that i'll probably never forget.

did you know that i hate the beach, the sun and the heat? i think so. if you hadn't guessed that, when your gaze filled with joy crossed mine filled with laziness, i would have asked myself some questions. it's a miracle that i ran into you on the first day of my arrival. if it hadn't happened, i think i would have spent my vacation inside reading and complaining all the time. you looked so happy playing football with your friends, under the hot sun.

you immediately captivated me, you know? i already only had eyes for you, even if the way we spoke for the first time wasn't the best. i really thought i was going to have the mark of the ball on my cheek all the holidays ! come to think of it, i was very aggressive and mean to you, when you weren't even responsible. that really wasn't right, and i seriously think the whole beach heard me yelling at you. i'm still impressed by the way you always kept your calm and a kind smile on your lips, you never answered me and you even apologized for your friend. notice, that's how we started seeing each other, you and me. you invited me to a campfire that evening, assuring me that you would make amends for disfiguring me. i simply accepted because, first of all : i didn't want to stay with my parents, and two : i had nothing better to do.

but it was a good idea, because in the end, i had fun. even the beer tasted good being by your side. you lured me to a summer party full of half-dead-drunk teenagers, to play me a guitar song that left me speechless. i think that's when i said to myself that after all, the beach wasn't so bad. even though my shoes were full of sand, my hair was messy from the wind, you made me feel like the prettiest girl just by the sound of your voice. by the way, do you still sing? you wanted to have your own band, right? i sincerely hope that you were able to achieve this, because you were really, very talented. i hope your dream has come true.

i was very lucky to come across you. Who would have thought that my filthy sixteen-year-old character could attract the attention of your kind and caring heart? it was so unexpected, cause we were complete opposites. you were like the summer sun : always smiling, encouraging, ready to help anyone in need. and i was like the winter moon : lazy, a walking grumpy cat and asocial. but you animated the rays of the sun that slept in me during his vacation. that i finally loved.

after this evening by the fire, i remember spending each of my days and my nights with you. i think we did all the possible beach activities together by the way. one of the most memorable for me was probably the time you wanted to teach me to surf. you looked determined to hold me on the board, despite i warned you that i had absolutely no balance. you were cute explaining things to me carefully, on how to hold my surfboard, how to get on it without falling, how to dominate the wave without ending up in the water. it was a very productive lesson, if you forget the hundreds of times i fell straight in ths salt water. it was funny because i was so bad at surfing, but you didn't want me to give up. we tried for hours, and even days, but unfortunately without great results. but you kept repeating that you were proud of me, of the (non-existent) progress i had made, and despite everything, i believed in it. it was new to know that someone was proud of me, and as sincerely as you were. it filled my heart with a gentle warmth, like the rays of the sun which interfere between the clouds.

another memorable memory : our first walk by the sea. that day you were very patient with me. i had argued with my parents that morning about my future studies, and i didn't want to talk to anyone. and when you saw me so demoralized, you didn't leave me alone for a second. you brought me an italian vanilla ice cream, and you even gave me a very beautiful seashell (that i still have in my bedroom by the way). its blue colors were so beautiful, that i still wonder how you could find such a work of art in the sand. but despite the fact that you always stayed close to me, you never forced me to talk to you about anything. you didn't speak either by the way, which created a silence between us. but this silence was anything but awkward. it was reassuring and comforting, like when you get up in the morning and see the sun through the window, that means it's going to be sunny. it was the same satisfaction as that. then, at the end of the day, you practically pulled me by the hand, finally making me move from my seat for the first time that day, to make me gently frolic along the beach. you even encouraged me to take off my shoes to take advantage of the good temperature of the water, and you were totally right. the memory of the waves hitting my ankles is one of the best memories i can have. i was really sad that day, but you took away my bad mood and my resentment, as the summer breeze blows the grains of sand from the beach. you were a master in the art of good mood, and i sincerely hope that this desire to do only good around you is still present. it was a pure and totally respectable quality that i admit, having envied you for little a time. it was also that evening that you told me that you preferred to be called jacob. it's a pretty name, i think it suits you very well. are you still using it? i think it was this information that marked me the most that evening. even though i always called you joonyoung, i thought it was like a way of telling me that you had enough trust in me to tell me something important to you, something you care about. that day, my heart was filled with a heat as imposing than a setting sun. just like the one we admired at that time.

searching on my phone the other day, i found a recording. i had to slip away to my room to listen to it, its duration was almost half an hour, i found that strange, because in general, my recordings last more than an hour because i use them for lessons. and while listening to it carefully, i recognized your voice. your sweet and angelic voice, accompanied by your guitar and the sound of crickets. and it reminded me of that night that we passed on the edge of a cliff, lit by the moonlight. it was a warm, clear night. we could see a bunch of constellations and you left me blabbing for hours about the stars and planets. i remember inspecting your face several times, your eyes filled with stardust. you looked so dreamy at the time, i felt like i was boring you with my stories, but not at all. you were just listening to me carefully, and it was even more beautiful than the starry sky. i don't know if you realized how special you made me feel that night, i felt like i was the center of your world, having every shred of your attention on me. it was rewarding and my heart kept racing so, so, so fast. but i think i completely fell in love with you, when you told me that i inspired one of the songs you wrote. i named the recording "melatonin", so i guess that's the title of your song, right? so i listened to it again and again, to remember every emotion i had felt that night. and what comes back again and again, it's love and the sweet warmth that the lyrics give me. you made me feel like the eighth wonder of the world to you, and i think it's the strongest, most wonderful, warmest and most amazing feeling you could ever hope to feel in life. no one ever made me as marshmallow and special as you.

we had some good memories together. two months? it really goes by too quickly when you properly take advantage of the time that has been granted to you. that's what i think for me, anyway. i didn't see the days go by, because you were there every minute to entertain me and help me to blossom on this beach that i cursed so much. it didn't start well, if we have to be honest, but you succeeded. to the delight of my mother. she was so happy to hear that i was dating someone during my holidays. the dinner she hosted after that, will forever be etched in my memory. she had forced me to wear a dress, uh. that yellow flower one, remember? you complimented me several times on it, telling me that it looked good on me, but i'm pretty sure inside you wanted to make fun of my look. and it's totally understandable, it was definitely not what suited me best. i already knew this dinner was going to be a disaster, from the moment she started the subject of studies and all that shit. to lower myself to the ground and say that i was good for nothing, it was not the best approach to have with the boy that i liked. however, the salad she had prepared was good. it was refreshing for this day which had been terribly hot, and it was more appetizing than those rice cakes she made me eat so i wouldn't get fat, ish. my mother has always been difficult, my relationship with her is still as bad as that time, you know. but i remember that particular day, she really made me look like a fool in front of you. i know you wanted to defend me, but unfortunately you have to respect your elders. and on the one hand, i thank you for not having said anything, because i was able to spend the end of my stay with you. i know you didn't really care what she said, you didn't need her words to form an opinion of me, but i was really embarrassed. i know that at that time, i overacted, tear off my dress in front her, screaming that i hated everything about her, then run away to my bedroom while crying like a kid, it was really pathetic. i think i had things to prove to her that day. bad timing unfortunately, because i ruined our dinner together. but i was relieved to see that you hadn't run away from me despite everything. when you knocked on my bedroom door, i knew from the softness of your knocks that it was you. i really didn't want you to see me like this, but i got you into my room anyway. so i could apologize for my bad behavior. you never criticized any of my reactions, you always looked me in the eyes with all the kindness and love in the world. i must have looked like a walking crying disaster, but you still told me that i was the prettiest girl on the beach. it made me happy, really happy, i felt like i was floating on a cloud. i was overwhelmed by the sincerity of your words. then you tenderly dried the tears that ran down my cheeks, brushing them away with your delicate fingertips, before cupping my face to gently caress my cheeks. i felt like i was floating at that precise moment, as i saw your face approach mine. i had this same desire as you, which crackled deep in my belly which was filled with dancing butterflies. the warmth of the summer sun settled in my heart, the rhythm of the waves rocking me to you, at the precise moment when your lips delicately rested on mine. they were as tasty as ice cream, as sweet as whipped cream, as addictive as a coca cola. my hesitant hands quickly found your neck, when you moved away from me after a few seconds of kisses, offering me the warmest and most flamboyant smile possible, the one that made me fall in the heat of a sunset. although it all started badly, you made this evening much more magical than any fireworks. you lightened my heart with your beautiful words and your summer-flavored kisses. i will forever be grateful to you for that. i'm not sure that at this age, you realized the impact of your words towards me. it made me gain confidence in myself, i decided to be myself thanks to you. i felt special, unique and unforgettable that summer.

but contrary to the lifespan of human beings, the seasons only last a while to be able to recharge their batteries and attack a new year in the future. and the time for goodbyes was approaching so fast. i no longer hated the sea, now i hated goodbyes. and that's why i decided to leave like a thief, without saying goodbye to you. i was not ready to leave behind a boy as pure and kind as you, who took care of me like the most precious of diamonds. it was way too hard, and i probably would have ended up in tears (again). that's why i didn't send you any message, and that's why we left the vacation's house very early. i didn't want to reach the end of the summer whining.

i'm really, and sincerely sorry, jacob.

but, i ended up achieving something very important. love is like a solar eclipse : at some point, the glow of the sun disappears behind the moon.

thank you bae joonyoung, for helping me enjoy summer love and its gentle warmth.

and sorry, for breaking your heart by letting our sun disappear.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀with love, y/l/n y/n.

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[forkanna]

WARNING: NSFW. Punzelsanna content (Elsa/Anna/Jennifer Punzel).

NOTE: Wow, did not intend to post this almost exactly one month after the last chapter. But hey, that's kinda fun! I hope you all enjoy Anna's birthday celebration (which, also very coincidentally, happened right after my own). See you with another chapter very soon!

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John did make the time to stop by the following week. Anna had been out with Punz, but she heard all about it when she got home. That really was the best news she could have expected. She found herself smiling the whole while they were having that conversation, even if it felt a little too early for celebration. But it was a step in the right direction.

Wendy didn't come around until after Christmas break was over and done with. Anna and Punz were already back in classes, and she only heard through a call from her dad that Wendy had stopped by to mend fences, and been highly distressed that she had missed her chance…

Since Elsa was already gone. Just as she had promised, once the holiday was over with, she hopped into the time machine and fast-forwarded another month. Again, from her father, Anna heard that Doc Pabbie had rigged up her phone so that the call would originate from somewhere overseas - a simple matter for anyone who'd heard of a VPN before, much less an actual scientist - and Elsa talked to her eldest daughter that way. Then checked in with John, as well. Then… gone again.

It was sad that Anna didn't get to see her during that visit, but it couldn't be helped. Her mother seemed determined to hold herself to that self-imposed policy that she and Anna had to eventually be closer in age if she was going to let herself enjoy their relationship. So when month after month slipped by, she wasn't surprised not to really hear from her mother.

Until the middle of March. Anna's nineteenth birthday.

Through pure chance, it fell on a Saturday, so she and Punz spent the day together, able to freely ignore the demands of classes. They had planned to see a movie and go out to dinner. And it was nice, it was, but on the drive home Anna couldn't help the little bead of sadness that kept pestering the back of her mind.

It felt… weird, not seeing Elsa on this particular date. Or hearing from her. And while she absolutely appreciated Jennifer and everything they did that day – everything that she had done to make her birthday special, like the incredible girlfriend she was – it was still depressing not to hear from her mother at all, and it weighed on her.

Clearly Punz knew. Anna tried not to drag her down, because she didn't want Punz to think she didn't love spending time with her, but she could still tell when Anna wasn't feeling completely okay. Maybe she had known that if Elsa didn't contact her then Anna would feel down, because when they got back to the dorm, there was a surprise waiting that Anna never would have guessed.

Or rather, wouldn't have guessed all of it. She had hoped – and to a certain degree, expected – they would have the traditional birthday sex at some point in the day. The thought that Punz would take it further than she ever had before didn't even cross Anna's mind. Punz was gorgeous and sweet and so, so receptive. Not passive, just… reactionary.

So when she pushed Anna onto the bed, moving to sit astride her as she pulled her shirt off, it was the most heavenly surprise.

"You're mine tonight," she said, leaning forward to capture Anna's lips in a possessive display of power. The quick view Anna had of the extra-lacy bra was enough to get her heart pumping. Any remaining thoughts of Elsa temporarily slipped beneath the waves of her own arousal.

"What does that mean?" she found herself whispering a short time later, as her own body was shucked of its trappings. "Do you… want me to call you 'master' or something?"

Punz flashed her a dark smile. One Anna could tell was completely pretend, but she appreciated all the same; this girl didn't have a sinister bone in her whole body. "Hmm, I like the sound of that. What about 'Miss Punzel'?"

Though privately, Anna felt weird about that because she used to call Jennifer's mother that sometimes, but she more often called her "Mrs. P" so it wasn't as odd as it could have been. So she simply nodded and whispered, "Miss Punzel, you're trying to seduce me."

"Oh, so now I'm your mom and you're me, huh?" Then she wrinkled her nose briefly. "Wait… that doesn't work, because your mom seduced you, not me. Nevermind, my Graduate metaphor totally fell apart."

"It's okay," Anna laughed. Privately, she thought Punz was a failure as a Dom, but she didn't want her to be a Dom. She wanted to be with her girlfriend - even if that meant playing their roles a little longer, just for fun. So she cleared her throat and started over: "Miss Punzel… what are you going to do to my body?"

Jennifer bit her lip for a long moment, eyes sweeping up and down her half-stripped form. "Mmm… anything I want. And there are a lot of things, little Anna."

"Little?!"

The outburst, minor though it was, allowed Anna to see a glimpse beyond the dominant act Punz was putting on; it made her shirk back, just a little; made her eyes slip from where they looked into Anna's. Made her look…

Scared. That really shouldn't have been a surprise to Anna at all. This was so far from the realm that they usually explored – or rather, the realm that Jennifer usually took charge of. If there was any roleplaying to be done, Anna orchestrated the entire affair. Punz was doing this purely to make her happy. Stepping beyond the bounds of her own comfort zone to do something she knew Anna enjoyed.

Anna had to kiss her for that. Then she had to divest Punz of the rest of her clothing just so she could look at her. Of course, it was the lacy red bra that held her attention the most, but she did make sure to appreciate the matching pair of panties that clothed Punz's glorious behind.

It was then that she remembered that Punz was supposed to be in control; how easily she handed it over! As fun as it would be to turn the tables, it was also glaringly obvious that her girlfriend had a plan; so, leaning forward and letting her hands caress the skin of Jennifer's thighs, Anna whispered, "Tell me what you want, Miss Punzel."

The small whimper Punz let out was delicious, but she was quick to regain control. "On the bed. Naked. Now. Right now." Okay, perhaps not as in control as she intended, but that was okay. This was new to the both of them.

But just as Anna was removing her shirt, there came an unwelcome interruption from the door. The worst part wasn't that someone was trying to get in; it was that they were succeeding. At the first thump, Anna had dreaded a stranger either calling out "Sorry!" or someone knocking and asking if they were in. Unfortunately, instead they heard the sound of a key scraping in a lock.

"Shit!" Punz whispered frantically. "The RA!"

At least it wasn't the RA, or anyone else on staff. In the darkened room, they could make out a blonde head peeking through the door, joy dancing in her eyes. Once the door swung a little wider, the eyes turned from amused to shocked.

"OH! O-Oh my GOD!"

"Elsa!" Anna hissed under her breath, trying to pull the sheet over hers and Punz's bodies and failing completely; it was pinned down by her own weight. "What are- did you- maybe KNOCK or something?!"

"Sorry!" she hissed, edging into the room and closing the door behind her. "Girls, I'm very sorry, I didn't- the lights were out, I thought I could surprise you before you got back from… well, from wherever you were!"

"Well consider me surprised!" Anna called out. There was still anger and disbelief in her tone, but that wasn't the only thing; once Anna had stopped trying to cover herself, it was easy to see how pleased she was. Her mother hadn't forgotten her birthday, after all.

"I'll come back in… in an hour?" she asked. It was too dark to make out her expression. Punz just sat atop Anna awkwardly – at least she wasn't facing the door. But even after offering, Elsa made no move to leave. Punz twisted her head a little, just to observe the older woman. Elsa's gaze was glued to Anna – in fact, Punz was certain that if she hadn't been there, Elsa would have stalked forward and done… well, exactly what she had been trying to do.

Hand shaking and voice trembling, she reached out to gently palm one of Anna's breasts. "If that's what Anna wants." God her voice sounded so frail, and it was nearly drowned out by Anna's gasp.

"I really am sorry," Elsa breathed, reaching over to set a couple of things on one of their desks. In the darkness, it was hard to tell what they were. "You can get on with whatever you were doing before, and I'll… catch you another time. Happy birthday, Anna."

The fact that Anna was about to let her go, without chasing after her for once, seemed to light a fire under Punz. Elsa had actually turned the doorknob and pulled it already when she squeaked, "Wait!"

"Hm?"

"Wait, Mrs… Elsa. I, um, I wanted to ask… to ask, um, what are you here for? Just like, because I know you didn't… that this wasn't on purpose, so what were you…"

After a few seconds when there had been no interruption of the sentence, she shrugged and whispered, "You're right, I wasn't trying to... interrput. I was just going to surprise Anna, but I think you have that covered!"

"She does," Anna said in deference to Punz. "But I mean, thank you. Seriously! It's just… y-yeah, we were in the middle of something."

"Of course! I completely understand."

"But you can come back in… an hour or two, and we can go out for ice cream or something like that. Right, Punz?"

But a very thoughtful look was on Punz's face. Not that Anna could see much in the darkness, but she had a feeling Punz was still blushing, and could almost feel her breath coming faster in some kind of panic. It worried her, until she whispered, "Yeah. I mean, you could stay now, too, if you wanted. Anna definitely wants you here, I think."

"No, no, I wouldn't want you two to stop for my sake," Elsa tried to laugh it off. She had stopped moving towards the door though – an invitation for Punz to continue, perhaps, or an indication that she didn't really want to leave, either. Maybe both.

"Who says we have to stop?" Punz shot back. Anna could hear the defensiveness lacing her tone, as much as it was shaking from anxiety, but she was more distracted by the words. And her own arousal. If Punz meant what Anna thought she meant, then…

Swallowing, Anna lifted herself up onto her elbows. She was still naked from the waist up, and the knowledge that both people in the room were aware of that fact… well, it certainly wasn't making her arousal fade.

"Wait, Jen," Anna began. "Do you mean like– we keep going? With Elsa still there?!"

Truth be told, it was something she hadn't considered. This was already weird enough – no need to make it weirder by inviting her girlfriend to have to confront it face-to-face. There was so much 'nope' already for any typical person to handle. But then, if Punz was offering – was okay with doing what she suggested, and Elsa okay with it, as well, then Anna saw no reason to argue. The longer she thought about it, the more appealing it was. But could either of them really be okay with that?

The best part was that even though she had asked a question, Punz didn't feel the need to verbally respond. She knew Anna's body – knew all its little signs and indications. So when she placed her hand on Anna's chest, gently rubbing circles against a pert nipple, it was more than enough of an answer.

Anna groaned and Elsa murmured a heated, "Oh goodness," and stumbled over to the unused bed on the other side of the room, sitting down heavily. As if she had sea legs.

"What's the matter?" Punz said, still sounding somehow both petulant and taunting. "You can't act like you've never seen her like this before."

"It's not that," Elsa assured her in a raspy voice. "Well… it'll sound silly to admit that I felt a little weak in the knees. I really should get up and shut the door, though…"

A thrill of dread shot through Anna's stomach. The door was still very slightly open; just a crack, so anyone walking past wouldn't see much. But they might hear something. After a split second's indecision, she scrambled out of the bed and shot toward it, practically slamming it shut.

"That's one solution," Elsa chuckled, a little amazed at the situation they found themselves in. Anna could relate.

"Good. Now, um… where were we?"

Punz stood from the bed. "I'll make this really easy for you, Anna." For a moment, she was afraid that her girlfriend would move to the door and leave, and that would be that. A horrible conversation to have the next day that would involve a lot of regrets and maybe some shouting.

But instead, she moved to the bed where Elsa sat and plopped down right next to her. Even in the low light, it was easy to see how much she was shaking as she looped her hand around Elsa's waist – prompting the elder woman to let out a quiet yip of pure surprise – then patted her own lap with the other.

"Come get your present, Anna."

The tremble was evident in her voice, too, but it seemed she genuinely wanted to go through with this. After all, she had always thought Jennifer was one of the bravest people she knew - and not because she was never scared. But because she could always push through that fear when it was important. Anna's eyes flickered over to Elsa, who was sitting stock-still as though any motion would send Punz scurrying for the hills.

"Well? Come on, Birthday Girl, it's not gonna wait around forever."

Smirking to herself, Anna finally began moving forward. Punz wasn't very convincing, but it wasn't like she didn't want whatever was going to happen. Her two favourite women were offering her a dream situation; she had to at least see if it would lead anywhere. Straddling Punz's lap, though, she had a brief moment of doubt.

"Wait, was my present this? Or was it… y'know, you?"

As soon as she asked, though, it became obvious that it had been a very stupid question. Punz froze, and her face darkened; this did not seem like a good blush, though. It didn't take a genius to figure out why Punz suddenly seemed so unsure of herself. Anna wasn't sure how to break the spell she cast, but it seemed she didn't have to.

Or rather, she could rely on someone else. Elsa, having been silently watching them for the past few minutes, made a very slow, deliberate motion as she moved her arm around Punz's side. It came to rest between her shoulders and her waist, but the real surprise was the tender, if platonic, peck she placed on Punz's forehead. Here was Mrs McFly, housewife and mother.

"Well, go on. Give her this present you keep talking about." And there was the hint of Elsa, the closeted teenage lesbian with the raging hormones to rival literally anyone of the 80s, who had grown into a cunning cougar over the course of thirty years. The woman Anna loved more than her own mother.

"Jeepers," was all Punz could make herself breathe. Instantly, Elsa withdrew her hand, but a moment later there was a quiet giggle. "S-sorry. I really don't know… I mean, I've barely done this stuff with Anna, let alone…"

"Can't handle the challenge?" Elsa prodded her very gently. Her coy smile made it clear – at least, to Anna – that she was only teasing. Her hand didn't return, and she didn't make any more advances toward the other college girl in the room.

But that wasn't how Punz perceived it. She took the smirk at face value, and frowned over at Elsa for a moment before snapping, "Hey, I might not have a half-century of experience like some old ladies…"

She couldn't help herself. Anna let out a cajoling "ooooooh" in Elsa's direction. Even though she wanted this, and wanted her mother to feel comfortable, she knew that Punz had more rights that night. Also, as the more nervous of the two, she needed the support - and she could show that by dishing it out at her mom.

"Hah!" Elsa burst out, finding it funny instead of insulting. "Didn't anyone ever teach you to respect your elders?"

"Well, you're definitely an elder." However, the banter was enabling Punz to loop her arms a little tighter around Anna. To find her confidence again. "What was it like before cars were invented?"

"Says the girl who isn't old enough to use one," Elsa fired back, still smirking as she let her hand drift down to rest on Anna's rear. It made the redhead let out a shaky sigh, appreciating their touches both independently and as a combined unit.

If Punz had been about to retort that she was, indeed, old enough to drive, it seemed to die on her tongue as Anna's pelvis tilted forward. Her chest was right there, in all its pert and uncovered glory. But she also didn't seem to know exactly what she wanted to do – if she did, then she lacked the courage. Here she was, sat in her underwear with her girlfriend atop her lap, and said girlfriend's mother sitting next to her. It was like a scene from an amateur porno - one that could never come true.

But Anna kept looking at her, all warmed up and clearly eager to get started. It was too late to back out now. Hands sliding up, they cupped Anna's breasts; small globes that fit perfectly in her palms. Anna sighed once more, leaning her head back as her right hand came to rest on Punz's. Her other hand travelled south to meet Elsa's, and she rolled her hips again.

It was, in part, an act. Even with the extra thrill of another person, there was no way she was that sensitive. But it was distracting, and before she knew it, Jennifer was kissing Anna's throat, licking and leaving little red marks. Anna let out a low hum at the sensation.

Fingertips dug into Anna's rear in reaction to the touch. So far, Elsa had mostly been egging the two of them on, but she was also being quite bold simply by not having left when the decision was put to her. Punz even moreso, since she was less experienced and already wasn't quite as comfortable with Anna's other relationship. Understandable as that was. It was interesting to see how they each handled being in this situation with the other present.

By the time she heard a shaky sigh from Punz, she was already practically aching with need from the kisses and light fondling, the other hand clutching down below. When she pulled back to shoot a questioning glance down, her girlfriend looked a little shy.

"Elsa's getting f-fresh," she whispered.

"I was not," Elsa said immediately, frowning over at her.

"You were heading for my ass!"

"No, I was petting your back! I promise you that I wasn't going any further downward than I had." But after a few seconds of stony, red-faced silence from Jennifer, she added, "Do you want me to demonstrate what that would feel like to prove it?"

"NO! No, just… ugh, I'm so bad at this… why can't I relax and just… let things happen? I know in my brain that it's alright for us to both 'play' with Anna together, but like… I still wanna punch you."

At that last word, Anna blinked in shock. "Punz!" But she also inexplicably felt her pulse increase. The idea of either of them fighting for her, claiming her as their own, was both alarming… and a slight turn-on. Not only that, but the fact that Punz had been so brazen with how she felt, that was a good thing – at least to Anna. Even in her arousal-addled mind, she could see that Punz was perhaps not seeing Elsa as "Mrs McFly" nearly as much as she used to.

But the fighting words really weren't getting anyone anywhere, least of all Anna. "Okay, you two," she breathed. The words were directed at both Elsa and Punz, but her gaze was fixed squarely on her girlfriend. She needed the most encouragement, after all. "There's a half-naked, entirely revved-up college girl sitting on your lap. And she really wants to be touched. And unless one of you starts, I suppose she'll just have to take over herself. Which would be a shame, really, because there's two equally gorgeous ladies who are allegedly trying to give her some birthday sex."

As she finished, Anna made sure to smile at Punz. She and Elsa had already played this particular game – the one of give and take – but Punz had yet to gain experience with it. She was as unsure as Elsa was - though in the latter's case, it was because this was so new and she was trying to be respectful of Punz's wishes.

But at the same time, Anna had been serious with her words. When Jennifer still hesitated, she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth at the same moment her hand snaked down. With the way she was straddling Punz, it couldn't have been more obvious what she was doing.

So it ended up that both Punz and Anna said "Oh!" at the same moment. It sounded a bit different, but the feeling expressed was parallel. Anna rocked her hips into her fingers as Punz was startled into silence, watching with wide eyes as her girlfriend began to work on her body.

"You're going to let her get away with that?" Elsa whispered. Cajoling, prompting. It didn't take much longer for Punz to begin kissing down her chest again, for now content to simply assist her girlfriend rather than taking over.

Meanwhile, it seemed Elsa had another tactic in mind to move things along. Her nails raked down Anna's back, causing her to hiss through her teeth and arch her back forward. Suddenly, Jennifer found herself with a mouthful, though she quickly adapted and began to lap and nibble at the erect teat between her lips.

"There we go," Elsa sighed, clearly a little affected by what she was watching but still not quite joining in. Not fully. "I'm sure she's been wanting that for a while now."

Jennifer didn't rise to the challenging words. Just the challenge itself, the needs of her girlfriend that she was determined to sate.

Anna was beyond happy; she felt like crying because it was more than she had ever dared ask for, even in the back of her darkest fantasies. A few times, she had thought about something like this, then reprimanded herself for being "gross"… and here it was coming true. They were both helping her get off at the same time; her heart was overflowing.

That alone meant that it really didn't take long for Anna to reach her finish. One of her fastest, too – though that wasn't including the foreplay, which took a little longer than usual. The sensation of Elsa's fingers scratching into her back and Punz kissing and sucking at her front worked in tandem to set her nerves alight. The final touch was her own fingers, going exactly where she needed them. Where she knew they would have the most influence.

Neither Punz nor Elsa quite knew what to do when she was finished – that much was obvious. Punz kept kissing, though there was no urgency that often came with her either attempting to sate herself or to encourage Anna to go again. And Elsa seemed not to want to give up her small grip on Anna. Of course, it couldn't last. With gentle motions, Anna removed her hand, wiping it on her stomach while her clean one came to cup Punz's cheeks and bring her face up so she could look into her eyes. And…

This kiss felt different, and Anna couldn't quite place why. True, even for her it was a little weird having Elsa right next to them as they made out; Punz probably felt similarly. Anna watched Elsa from the corner of her eye, and wasn't ashamed to admit – at least to herself, privately – that the brief look of want that passed her mother's face was hot.

After all, Elsa had obviously snuck in with her own plans in mind. Now they would just have to be fantasies.

Too soon, Punz had broken the kiss. She let out a little giggle when Anna whined and pressed her head forward, but didn't give in to Anna's wish for another.

"I need a shower," she announced, eyes flicking to Elsa for the briefest of moments before she was staring somewhere between Anna's ear and her chin. "You have some um, catching up to do."

"Maybe we could all shower," Anna purred with wiggling eyebrows. But all she got was a shove, so she popped up from Punz's lap to let her collect some clothes.

"I'll be right back. Have fun!" She looked a little sad, even though she was smiling. Then she was gone.

"I am so sorry," Elsa began immediately, before Anna could even turn around to look at her properly. "Honestly, I saw the lights off, and I didn't think… well, I should have knocked, at least."

"Maybe, yeah. Still… wow, that just happened."

Her mother chuckled a little and stood to cross the room, flicking on the overhead light. "It did. Not something I expected to have enjoyed tonight…"

And to Anna's surprise, it really seemed like it wasn't. Now, she could see that the desk had an expertly-wrapped gift and a chocolate cake in a plastic domed container. Simple, actual birthday trappings. There also seemed to be a plastic grocery bag full of assorted other things.

"You… were you gonna throw me a surprise party?"

"Not much of a party with just the two of us, possibly three. But just a little pleasant shock to your system, yes." Her hand came to rest on the cake. "We could still light candles and let you blow them out, if you like…?"

"Sure," Anna giggled, actually pleased. For some reason, it was nice to see some evidence that Elsa still remembered she was a person and not just a potential future wife, after all the time-hopping.

It was decided – mutually and silently – that they would wait for Punz before doing the cake-thing. But that didn't stop Anna from digging into the grocery bag or unwrapping her present. Inside the box, Elsa had placed another box – and inside that box was a photoframe, and in the frame was a picture Anna hadn't even been aware existed. Tori, in 1985, on stage at the Enchantment Under the Sea dance. Given her smile and the energy, it was likely when she was playing Bananarama.

"Where-?"

"They put it in the paper the next day. It was really no hassle to travel back and get them to develop another picture for me- or rather, for you."

Anna's fingers trailed over the glass. She looked ridiculous in those clothes, red hair wild; you would have to know it was her not to assume it was a lookalike. But that was the girl Elsa had fallen in love with. That was the beautiful part. "Thank you," she whispered earnestly. "It's… gnarly."

The corner of Elsa's mouth twisted in a smile. "Happy birthday, Anna."

Gently moving to place the picture on her desk, Anna was distracted by the grocery bag. "What have we here?" she asked, more to herself than Elsa.

Party hats and poppers filled its contents, and those terrible little party horns that unravelled as you blew into them. It entertained the both of them for a good ten minutes, and broke some of the tension of the previous moment. At least, until the RA did actually show up and chastised them for being too loud. She looked at Elsa a little longer than necessary, but Anna had a suspicion that it was more because she was unfamiliar than her age. The treatments from the future really had done wonders.

By that stage, a good half hour had passed, and Punz still had not returned. Her showers normally didn't take that long. "She's probably just run into a friend. Always the extrovert, that Jennifer Punzel!" Anna said. Elsa just looked at her. Sighing, Anna slumped. "Yeah, you're right. This is Punz we're talking about…"

"But it's alright. I get you to myself for a little while longer; I don't hate that."

Grinning, Anna kissed her on the cheek, and they snuggled for a moment. But nothing more came of it. She felt a little guilty for having reached her own heights without doing the same for her mother, but Elsa didn't seem particularly wound up. Just glad to spend time with her.

Eventually, Punz did return, looking pink and freshly scrubbed. When they asked what took so long, she cleared her throat and tried to be evasive.

"Oh hey, a cake!" she cried out. "Looks good, too… and the candles look ready to go."

"Did you get off in there?"

Punz didn't answer. Elsa glanced at Anna's amused face, then back to Punz. Finally, she shrugged and said, "It's not like we don't all do it. You had a very good reason to on this occasion, I might add."

"I did," she sighed weakly, glancing at Anna – who had long ago pulled on an oversized tee. "Sorry… y-yeah, I needed to blow off a little steam in there."

"You really could have told me to get lost, though. That way, Anna could have returned the favour instead of you having to run off – or you could have done it with me here, anyway. You're together and have every right-"

"In front of you? N-nah… I'm not ready for… well, for that kinda stuff." By now, she was beet red, but she did keep glancing at Elsa's patient smile. Anna felt her eyes narrowing in suspicion, but she also knew intellectually that she just wasn't used to doing anything "bad" in front of someone she still saw as a parental figure.

And besides, it wasn't like she had any right to be jealous, particularly not of a perceived attraction between Punz and Elsa. One she was probably imagining anyway.

"C'mere," Anna offered, brushing away that silly thought. It was still her birthday for another few hours, and that wasn't nearly enough time to waste any on stupid notions of jealousy.

Punz didn't move forward, though. Anna saw her glance at her own bed, biting her lip, and she knew precisely what was going through her girlfriend's head at this given moment. This called for something bigger.

"Jen… please?" Holding her arms out, Anna tried not to let her bottom lip wobble too much. Didn't want any overkill, after all.

But it had the unintended side effect of making Elsa sit up, ensuring there was an appropriate distance between herself and Anna when she said, "Perhaps I should be going…"

"Don't!" Punz piped up. Only after she said it did she seem to realise what she was saying, and she glanced down toward the floor. "Well… you did come to help Anna celebrate her birthday, and I know you kinda did that part, but like…"

Elsa's smile was definitely of a motherly type. "Very sweet of you to offer, but I can tell what kind of evening you two intended to have. And I've intruded on it enough - even though it's been… interesting."

Anna looked between them for a moment. Elsa wasn't leaving very fast; she seemed to be waiting for Punz to speak. For her part, she seemed to be indecisive; probably because she felt asking Elsa to stay was the right thing to do, but she wasn't used to arguing with "adults".

"You get in bed," she told Jennifer as she stood up. "I'll just be a sec." Then she took Elsa's elbow and steered her toward the door.

"You don't have to throw me out," Elsa giggled. "I have two perfectly good legs."

"They are perfect legs," Anna conceded, and her mother's head dipped in very slight chagrin at the unexpected compliment. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I know it's my birthday, but, um… can we do something nice for Jen?"

"Hm? I mean, if it's what we just did for you, I don't think she's interested in that from my direction."

Waving a hand, she hissed, "Not that! But what if we get her some of that cake and cuddle her? I want her to feel loved; not in the sexy way, just like, that we both really care about her and she's not just the third wheel when you and me are together."

Thoughts were clearly flying back and forth behind her mother's blue eyes. "You really don't think she'd be uncomfortable?" Anna shook her head, and Elsa shrugged one shoulder. "We can try it. I'll feel a little strange about cuddling her, myself, but I think I can fake that I'm not better than she can. And… well, I do really want to make it up to the both of you."

Anna bit her bottom lip. She didn't want Elsa to have to fake it. But maybe that was what they needed right now: a chance to get used to this changing dynamic. When this whole thing began, it wouldn't have been a radical assumption to think that neither Punz nor Elsa expected their own relationship to change this much. In fact, Anna was fairly certain Punz thought they would get along less, if only because, well… her first reaction to the news was to throw up. And now she was actively giving them space.

What did she do to deserve such a wonderful girlfriend?

That question that filled her mind as she walked back over to Punz. She did as she had been told, but she still seemed unsure; she was sitting cross-legged, curling herself up just enough to seem smaller than usual. Like she was the one trying not to intrude. Anna's heart went out to her. She was so good. Nevermind what Anna did to deserve Punz: she didn't. But for whatever reason, Punz had chosen her, and Anna needed to live up to that.

She would do her damndest to try, at any rate.

"Okay, here's what we're going to do," Anna announced, clapping her hands together once. "We're gonna sit on that bed and watch a movie and eat cake, and you're gonna let us cuddle the shit out of you, okay?"

Her words were fierce, and her tone even moreso. Punz kind of looked like she had been warped into an alternate dimension where everyone had horse-heads. "What?"

"You heard me." When Anna noticed Elsa was already opening up the cake pan, lighting the candles, she let out a self-conscious little laugh. "Oh, we don't still need to do that."

"Of course we do, and I think Jennifer would agree. Right?"

After only a slight hesitation, Punz swallowed hard and nodded. "Y-yeah. It's the only part of this crazy birthday that still looks normal. We have to, Anna - you deserve a real cake and all!"

So Anna let them sing "Happy Birthday" to her, and she made a big deal out of conducting their performance until they all started laughing. Then she blew out her candles and they cut the cake into slices, Elsa insisting that the other two start the cuddling while she served them. The mom coming out in her again. Soon enough, they were all half-lying against the headboard and watching an old classic that Anna had selected.

"Truly one of the greats," Elsa muttered around her bite of cake as the words "The Goonies" appeared on the black screen. "Turn it up."

Punz did, too nervous to eat quite yet. "Um… is it okay to say that I've never seen this?"

"What?!" Anna burst out in so much surprise that her bite fell back into her bowl. "How have we been going out this long and I'm just learning about this now?!"

"Manners, Anna," Elsa chastised as Punz gave a sheepish shrug. Anna rolled her eyes and picked up the piece of cake.

"Lucky we're fixing that, then. This is a classic. And it has the Chinese kid from Indiana Jones – and Josh Brolin way before he was cool, Samwise before he hit the Shire!"

"Just let her watch the movie."

Punz shot Elsa a grateful smile. Then she took a small bite of her cake and settled in against her girlfriend to watch the movie. To Anna, she looked a lot more comfortable than she would have expected. But that was good. It was more than that, really: it was nice.

And it only got nicer. They finished their cake and got cleaned up. Anna ducked out for a "super duper really quick shower," and when she got back, Elsa and Punz were in almost the same position that they had been in when she left. There was a little more distance between them versus with Anna, but honestly, it was hardly noticeable. When Anna returned to her seat, all clean and cool, Punz even moved closer to Elsa to give her room.

Even more wild, they stayed that way. Punz may have curled up against Anna more closely, but Elsa curled up against Punz - and she didn't seem to mind. Even if nothing particularly risque happened at all, it was so heartening to see them growing that comfortable with each other. Maybe this really was going to work out.

For Anna, there was only one disappointment: when the movie ended, and Elsa made to get up.

"Wh- where are you going? Don't- don't you wanna stay here tonight?" Anna asked. Punz looked between the both of them, obviously halfway asleep already. She was awake enough to catch the small look Elsa gave her, and awake enough to do something about it. Putting her hand on the older woman's, she stared at them for a second.

"If-if you wanna stay, that's fine. Don't think you're not allowed… okay?"

"You're a sweetheart, Jennifer. But I really didn't intend on staying the night anyway. You're both tired and there isn't a lot of room." She leaned forward, across Punz, to kiss Anna's cheek and then her lips. "But I hope you had a wonderful birthday, my darling." She kissed Anna once more, and when she drew back, they both noticed something odd.

Punz was staring at them. Well, more precisely, she was staring at Elsa.

"Punz…?"

"Huh?"

"Did you, uh… were you staring at her b-"

"Would you like a kiss, sweetheart?" Elsa to the rescue with her blunt words and soft tone. At least it kept Punz from having to admit that she was checking out her girlfriend's mother's cleavage - even if Anna wasn't entirely sure tha twas the case. Immediately, Punz's face began to darken, and she looked away.

"N-n-nah, that'd be weird for you, probably. I m-mean, you're Anna's mom and her, uh, other girlfriend? Or whatever you would call that. A-and you and I… we're not…" But it seemed the more she stumbled over her words, the more she was making it sound like she really was interested in getting some variety of affection from the older woman. Whether or not that was truly the case, she clamped her lips shut.

So Elsa kissed her cheek. It was still a lot more affectionate than either girl expected, but the lessened level of intimacy compared to Anna's kiss seemed to set Punz at ease a little. She let out a slight sigh, eyes closing until the lips left her face.

"We both care very deeply for Anna," she told her gently as she patted her forearm before standing up. "Which means we should care for each other, as well. I already did before this whole craziness, because I could tell you're a sweet person who deserves her affections. Though I know it's difficult to navigate… well, whatever this has turned into. Doesn't mean I'm not willing to try."

Punz looked like she was going to blush until she melted, so Anna quipped, "I'm pretty lucky to have such hot sisterwives."

"And don't you forget it," Elsa told her in a slightly sharper tone, though she was smiling. They both shared a laugh as she put her shoes back on and gathered her purse. "Happy birthday. And when Jennifer comes back to reality, tell her I said 'goodnight' for me?"

"Uh-huh," Punz just managed to mutter. Anna rolled her eyes.

Once they were alone, she finally did seem to come back to herself. As they turned off the TV and finished getting ready for bed, she asked her, "Punz?"

"What?"

"Are you starting to crush on Elsa?"

"N-no!" she hissed in alarm. "I mean… okay, so she's really hot, and I do like her, but it's not the way I feel about you. Just that… I dunno, I didn't expect any of this, and it's all… hinky."

Sighing, she abandoned her own bed to crawl into Anna's and get it warm for the both of them. They did sleep separately most of the time because the beds were too small to truly accommodate two people, especially with the way they both tended to sprawl out during sleep. However, sometimes creature comfort was more important.

"But I mean, I definitely would rather your mom give me a little cheek-peck than deal with like, jealous fighting or whatever."

"That makes it sound like the lesser of two bad options," Anna pointed out, sliding in next to her girlfriend. Punz didn't say anything at first; only wrapped her arms around Anna and snuggled in.

When she did finally speak, it was to apologise. "Sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" Anna asked. There was a laugh in her tone and she lifted a hand to run through Punz's hair. "What's going on? Between this and the Halloween party…" When all she got was a shrug, she pressed on. "Please talk to me…"

Letting out a sigh, Punz pushed her face in closer. "I'm just sorry. I'm probably making this harder for you and Elsa than it has to be."

"What? If anything, you're making it easier! Why would you think that?"

"I just feel like I… get in the way sometimes. So I try to give you space but that always backfires…"

Wrapping her arms and legs as tightly around Punz as she could, she whispered into her hair, "Shhhhh. You are never in the way. Never, you hear me? Just… I mean, I appreciate you giving Elsa and me some alone time, just like I appreciate Elsa ducking out to give us some. But that doesn't mean you're 'in the way'."

"Okay," she finally sighed, even if she was still quite tense. "I'm… I know, and I know you mean that. Just feels that way sometimes, anyway. It's dumb."

"It is dumb. But I get how you feel that way. Even if I hope you can start to feel that we both care about you. It's not like, just me tolerating you, and Elsa wants you gone. She loves you, too - even if it's not like the way I love you."

Snuggling in closer, Jennifer whispered, "I'm just not used to having a mom care about me. On top of her looking more like your big sister now. Like, it's a good feeling; a weird one, but a good one. I just have to get used to it, I guess. This whole thing. But I think… if you're sure you want me around…"

"Double-sure. Triple!" They both giggled a little. "I mean it."

"Okay. I trust you, Anna."

And those were the last whispered words either of them breathed before drifting away to the realm of sleep.

~ o ~

But the notion that Jennifer would always feel a little left out until they did something about it stayed with Anna as she returned to her daily routine. After a few weeks, she began to jot down ideas. It wasn't easy, but the next couple of times Elsa popped her head into Anna's life, she cornered her so they could plot for the future — hard as it was to resist engaging in other activities.

Eventually, summer break came around, and they spent the first couple of weeks doing the beach-themed vacation they had planned on. After that, the initial strategy was to go back to campus and work to help offset costs.

And they did, for a bit. Until one weekend in July…

To Be Continued…

#fractal the future #fruipit #forkanna writes #elsanna fanfiction #elsanna #jess the writer #nsfw-text

[soletlunasims]

Ares: "Yes..... Uh huh.... Oh, wow! That's really big! And you're writing on it for the paper, yeah?..... Well this will be great for both of us!.....Mhm.....mhm. okay.... Love you, too. See you later tomorrow. Oh! Happy Love day, Lovie. Sorry again about missing it. Mmm love you, too. Buh-bye"

Ares called Xaidin early in the morning to check in and wish him a happy Love day. (Honestly funny how this worked out to being posted on Valentine's day. I didn't even think about it until now😂)

Then she called Gunnar. They always spent the nights with each other on Fridays and Saturday. Not usually during the day. But it was love day and Ares was not going to spend it stuck inside this dingy room. It was a miracle she even slept in it every weekend to begin with.

Ares: *on the phone* "It's love day!"

Gunnar: "....so?... Ares... It's, like, 9 AM. It's Saturday. Why are you up? You should be sleeping in."

Ares: "wha..? I did. I woke up at 7:30 this morning. How much more do you want me to 'sleep in'?"

Gunnar: "Watcher... Nevermind. What about love day?"

Ares: "Come hang out with me. I'm bored. You want me to just spend the holiday cooped up in here?"

Gunnar: *eye roll* "... Fine... Okay, yeah. Give me.... Like an hour?"

Ares huffed but she knew that Gunnar was going to move at his place so she would have to be patient.

About an hour and a half later, Gunnar showed up.

Gunnar: "okay. What was it that you wanted?"

Ares: *scoffs* "C'mon. Take me out. I don't wanna sit here all day. Usually I would catch up on emails and other work things but.... I don't know. Seems like a waste of a good love day."

Gunnar: *huffs in disbelief* "Since when do you care about this shit? Not for as long as I have known you and that's a pretty long time."

Ares: "Well... I can be full of surprises."

Gunnar rolls his eyes.

Ares: "What?"

Gunnar: *shakes his head* "nothing.... Also. Really? My shirt... Are you ever going to give it back?"

Ares: "Nevermind that. Tell me where I can get a drink around here. I'm sick of having Zoomers deliver to me and I'm hoping the bartenders in this town know how to make the shit you guys call liquor into something actually palatable."

Gunnar: "I would say they mix drinks just fine... But I'm going to go out on a limb and predict that you'll find something to complain about."

Moonwood Mill is not that big but Ares has always been so cautious to not show her face just in case someone here notices her. On the very slim chance.

Today she's feeling reckless. It must be the love day vibes. Gunnar has no clue what has gotten into her.

The bar is quite literally across the street from the motel.

Gunnar was right... Ares thinks the drinks are swill.

Gunnar and Ares hang out inside the sitting room for a while.

Ares: "The drinks were bad.... And I mean REALLY bad... But everyone here seems so friendly. Even the dog people."

Gunnar: "Don't call them that, Ares. Watcher, what is wrong with you?"

Ares: ".....sorry."

She seemed genuinely ashamed of her ignorance. Gunnar brought the conversation back on track. He didn't mean to make Ares feel shitty for her mistake. Though he wasn't really expecting her to be so empathetic, either.

Gunnar: "Yes. Most everyone here knows everybody else. Unless they're new. In that case, it doesn't take long for word to get around. Visitors tend to be forgotten....or eaten."

Ares looked at him horrified.

Gunnar: *laughs* "Relax. I'm just kidding."

Ares: "Well... If I'm careful then, I can get a chance to chat up the locals."

Gunnar: "sure."

Ares decided to do just that. She spent the next few hours chatting people up.

At some point, Gunnar left. Ares didn't even notice until he was already gone.

"I'm sure I'll be paying for that later..." , Ares thought.

#the sims 4 #not so berry #The Palette Legacy

[ego-morior]

LIX:

March 16, 2024.

Healing isn't linear, at least that's what I've come to understand two weeks shy of my 31st birthday.

My body decided to celebrate the four year anniversary of Covid by getting it for the first time. I've lost my sense of smell and taste and have been out of work for a week. I'm currently making breakfast; cheese grits with soft scrambled eggs and bacon. The southern culture has clearly seeped into my current food cravings.

As I stirred the grits while the hot water claimed each speck, I thought about how funny it was to have gotten Covid four years after the fact. I thought about four years ago. I thought about that two week vacation we all thought we were getting. I remembered how serious it had gotten when I went to my first job and they laid me off because I had a second job, only to go to my second job for them to tell me I was laid off because I had another job. I remember crying so bad on my friend's couch that I passed out until it was dark out. I remember spending my newly found free time reading or playing animal crossing on my friend's front porch, feeling the leisure of a drawn-out wonderful sunny afternoon. I remember thinking back then that it couldn't be the end of the world because the birds still chirped the same.

And then, for the first time in a very long time, I remembered him.

I remembered how my heart fell into the depths of my stomach when I saw his name on my phone screen after so much time had passed and how I feared the worst. When I finally got the courage to answer, he said a simple "hi."

We eased into conversation as if no time had passed us. He asked how I was and how my family was doing, and I naturally did the same. We laughed about how crazy the world had gotten lately, and when words were hard to find, it was the loudest silence I had ever heard. Although our time together had ended, when the idea of the world ending slipped into reality, he gently considered me, the person he experienced life with for 8 years. I think at the end of the conversation, I cried a bit, but I don't really remember anything after that call.

The fondness of that memory melted into my heart, and within seconds, an overwhelming sense of rage and frustration took over. I can't honestly tell you why or for what reason, but what I do know is that my blood boiled and my tears had managed to pierce through uninvited. And in that moment, at the end of that string of thoughts tied loosely together by a random single memory, I thought of my mother.

I thought of her.

And her fits of rage and frustration.

And I cried even more.

I think in that moment I even cried for her.

My mother had fallen in love with my father the same way I had once fallen in love with the man who called me during Covid. He was her first in every way, and every new treasured experience was made with him and his face embedded in its memory.

After their separation, she stewed in resentment for decades, and there was never another love in her life again. Later on, when I was older, she confided in me about how my father had helped ruin all of the hopes she had for her life. She mentioned sadly, almost in embarrassment, that after realizing the existence of me inside her, she was suddenly flooded with the endless possibilities that laid out in front of her. She envisioned a big family, a loving home, shared holidays and a shared life, a brand new purpose in life, one that wouldn't be so difficult and so lonely along the way.

But things didn't work out that way.

She never got that large home or the extra kids she had already picked out names for. She never wore that white dress. She never had a consecutive Valentine's or an anniversary present. She never got the chance to experience watching someone else grow old alongside her with photos and videos as proof.

Sometimes, in my own selfish way, I forget she was once young and stupid in love too. Sometimes, more than I'd like to admit, I forget I am molded in her likeness. I've become the age where I look in the mirror and see the face she wore when I was younger. And I look into my eyes and recognize the same sadness that lingered in hers.

So many years have passed since my first and only relationship, I've come to understand that my reluctance to embrace new connections and refusal to let others know me on a deeper level, is merely a reflection of my mother's earnest plea to shield herself from enduring that kind of pain ever again.

And as the grits bubbled violently in front of me, I began to stir harder than I cried. I realized, if I am only half my mother's bitterness when it comes to love, then I understand why she was the way she was back then, and why she is the way she is now.

I finally turn off the burner, the cheese and butter now fully incorporated into the ripples of the mixture in front of me. The grits are done, and so is the unexpected love letter I ranted in my head for my mother. And while I began pouring some into a bowl, I contemplated calling her just to say a simple "hi."

[osamusriceballs]

The Accident Part V

Atsumu x fem Reader

Words: ~ 2k

Warnings: None

About: Time for some backstory- and for another Miya maybe! <3

Part I II -> Part VI

Shit.

A soft knock on the door abruptly brings you back to reality.

"Y/n? Do ya want some food? I ordered somethin' for us."

Atsumu's voice reaches your ears, numbed through the broad wooden door, making you realize that you probably spent too much time in the bathroom.

"Yes, just a second, please." You flinch at how shrill and unnatural your own voice sounds and quickly rub the last remains of smudged makeup from your face with the help of the expensive hotel soap. You're certain that he paid for the room, because you surely could not afford staying in one of these high-end hotels. You slap your cheeks one last time when you're done and smile at your reflection.

Horrible.

Hopefully, it will be enough.

You open the door hesitantly, slowly turning the doorknob with countless thoughts running through your mind—only to face Atsumu, standing right in front of you.

It's rather his chest that you're facing though—he is tall.

Really tall.

Your startled expression confuses him visibly, and his gaze drops to your bruised cleavage for a millisecond before he focuses on your eyes again. His sharp, dark eyes demand all of your attention, both of you finding yourselves unable to look away while you stare at each other. It's the first time for you to look at each other for such a long time, and your heart skips a beat when you see the expression on his face.

It's the way he's looking at you. Like he can't stop staring at your face, like he needs to memorize every single feature of your face.

It feels like an eternity, just the two of you staring at each other, frozen, unable to move, the tension between you undeniably strong—until the smell of food causes your stomach to growl. It causes both of your attention to drift to the food on the bed.

It's a moment of silent communication when you both move on to sit on the bed and take the boxes into your hands. "I hope ya like it, I ordered a lot." He grins at your excitement when you take a few fries and don't hesitate to eat them. "It's good. I was starving," you answer with a full mouth, not caring about manners when you need to fill your stomach to recover from the night before.

The burger is without a doubt the best you've ever had in your life. Or maybe it's just the hangover making you think that this is the most delicious food ever, but you couldn't care less when your body is craving for nutrients and salt. He also digs in without hesitation, eating hungrily like a cute little puppy with full cheeks and a delighted expression on his face while he's holding the burger with both hands, his eyes closed in bliss as he eats happily.

A sudden loud knock on the door interrupts the cozy atmosphere and causes both of your heads to raise in sync.

"Oy, 'Tsumu. Open the door."

Atsumu's eyes widen and he curses under his breath, wiping his mouth with a tissue while you almost choke on the last bite you took at the sudden intrusive noise.

"Who is that?" you mouth silently, but he just sighs before he gets up.

"An idiot."

He opens the door—and your jaw almost drops when you see the man on the other side.

He looks like Atsumu.

His hair color is different, and his face seems more relaxed, but his appearance is without a doubt similar to Atsumu's. The black shirt fits tightly around his torso, his shoulders seem even broader than Atsumu's, even though one glance is enough to tell you that they are both exceptionally fit. They probably hit the gym at least five times a week.

His gaze shifts from Atsumu towards you—his eyes widening when they land on you. He's staring at you intently, his gaze having a somewhat similar effect as Atsumu's stare, or maybe it's just because he looks so similar to Atsumu. His eyes roam from your face to your neck, his expression unreadable when he looks back at his brother and breaks the intense eye contact with you.

Why do they have the ability to get you flustered with pure eye contact alone? What's wrong with these guys?

"That's—fuck, 'Tsumu."

His voice is deeper; he's basically growling at Atsumu, sending a shiver down your spine- and that's hot. Can Atsumu do that too?

"What? That's what, 'Samu? Huh? Tell me. What the fuck happened last night, and why didn't ya stay with me, ya shithead. I fuckin' married, and I can't remember a fuckin' thing about last night."

Atsumu grabs his collar, their foreheads touching while Atsumu spits fire at him. You flinch at his shouting, surprised at his sudden outburst. He seemed calm when he was comforting you before, but it seems like he can be equally impulsive when he's around others.

"Oy, stop. Yer scarin' her."

The man answers, slightly pushing Atsumu who stumbles back. Atsumu seems guilty, shortly looking back to you before he focuses on the other male again. A tense moment of silence follows, you even catch yourself holding your breath in anticipation while you wait for the next step.

Atsumu slowly steps back, allowing the other man to come in. They stand there awkwardly until Atsumu runs his hand through his hair and sighs before sitting back on the bed. The other dark-haired male discretely sits on the chair, his elbows resting on his legs as he scans both of you intently.

Silence.

"Talk."

One demanding word from Atsumu shifts your gaze towards him, his hands curled into fists, his jaw clenched with narrowed eyes.

"Ya can't remember what happened? Not a single thing?"

"Obviously not."

"What about you? Y/n was it?"

You blink surprised when he addresses you with your name. He knows you?

"You... know me?"

He nods but that only confuses you more. What's going on here?

He sighs, closing his eyes for a second before he speaks again.

"I'll tell ya what happened. Don't interrupt me. And don't ask stupid questions before I'm done. Understood?"

You nod obediently, but Atsumu hisses annoyed.

"Shaddap 'Samu, just talk already."

Samu just rolls his eyes and finally begins to talk.

"Last night...

xxx

"That's my tie. You look ridiculous with it."

"That's mine. And if I look ridiculous—that means ya look ridiculous too. Idiot."

Atsumu scoffs and throws the tie at Osamu's face, who skillfully manages to catch it and wraps it around his neck.

"I won the game, c'mon, let's celebrate." Atsumu grins widely and excitedly grabs his coat on the hotel room chair. Not even the mocking comments of his own twin could ruin the night for him. His team won the game—and he would make sure to let the whole world never forget about it.

"Yeah. Shoyo and Bokkun were great. Yer just lucky that your mediocre sets were enough for them." Osamu's mocking comment causes the blonde setter to clench his jaw.

"My sets are not mediocre. I'm literally one of the best setters in the league—just say somethin' nice for once."

He storms out of the room, grabbing his wallet and his keys before he slams the door close. Osamu just grins and silently follows him.

xxx

At the club:

"C'mon, just one more shot," Atsumu whines and pouts, but Osamu stays adamant. "No. Yer drunk. I'm gonna get our jackets, and then we'll leave."

"Samuuuuuu-"

Osamu rolls his eyes and gestures for him to stay there. "Don't move, 'kay? I'll be here in a second."

Atsumu is left at the bar, energetically turning his chair towards the dancing crowd, enjoying the music and humming to it. Until someone falls down on his lap, his hand reflexively keeping the person from sliding down to the ground—the side effects from all of his training, which resulted in him having insane reflexes, even when slightly drunk. The weight seems like a feather in his drunken state when he profusely lifts the person back to their feet—and stares at you.

Even though you almost fell to the ground, you still have a wide smile on your face, your cherry glossy lips curled widely, with shiny eyes and—your dress. The fit around your figure compliments your body perfectly—you're absolutely beautiful. The moment when you stare at each other, both smiling intoxicated and feeling somewhat attracted towards each other probably only lasted a few seconds, but everything feels like in a movie, like in slow motion.

"Hey."

"Hey." His hands are still wrapped around your hips, and when you suddenly lose your balance, he is quick to seat you on his lap. You're breathless while you try to accommodate your sight, and the next thing you know is that the handsome stranger is looking right at your face.

"Are you okay? Ya need some water?"

"Oh—yes, please." Your slur a bit when you talk, your tongue heavy, but he himself is too intoxicated to notice.

Atsumu nods and turns his chair with you still on his lap, like he doesn't notice your weight at all. Much to his surprise, you suddenly scoot closer and deeply inhale his scent. "You smell nice."

Atsumu stares down at your dreamy face, absolutely flustered.

"Well... thanks. Here is your water."

He quickly hands you the water, watching as you gulp it down without thinking twice. He sighs in relief, subconsciously patting your head as you finish.

"Ya need another one?"

"No, I'm good. Thanks."

You smile, and he swears that his heart skips a beat when you smile at him like that. He clears his throat, the alcohol running through his system making him brave enough to initiate a conversation.

A conversation that would change his life.

xxx

"What's going on?"

Osamu frowns when he sees you on Atsumu's lap, still holding his brother's jacket along with his own tightly in his hands. Both of you smile happily at each other, your bare arms wrapped around Atsumu's neck, while his hands rest on your waist, fingers spread widely and rubbing against your body.

"Samu- perfect timing. We're gettin' married." He connects his forehead with yours and grins widely while staring into your eyes.

Osamu freezes.

What?

"What?"

#atsumu #atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu #oh lord #It's late again #I still hope this part is okay though #finally some backstory! #I hope you'll enjoy this!! <3 #LOVE YOU! #need to drop some love before I sleep #I'll answer asks tomorrow #I didn't have the chance during the holidays to spend much time on my phone T.T #sorry for being inactive #T.T #I'm a bit insecure about this part though #I really hope this is okay #TIME TO SLEEP FOR REAL THOUGH!! <3

[leecravesdeath]

hearts will be glowing when loved ones are near

This is my first time writing something properly for marvel and these characters but I just had to get this idea out of my head. So I apologise for any potential errors or if anyone seems out of character. Also apologies if the pacing feels weird, I couldn't figure out a way to get it right.

summary: Clint invites Kate to spend the holidays with him and his family. Somehow, Kate manages to convince him to bring along the lonely assassin who is still grieving the loss of her sister. It seemed like a recipe for disaster; but he agreed nevertheless.

pairings: Yelena Belova x Kate Bishop (platonic)

word count: 2.3k+

“I still think we should invite Yelena,” Kate said simply to Clint as the two of them sank back into the sofa of her aunt’s apartment. It was Christmas Eve and the two would be leaving early the next morning. Clint looked at her with an expression that could only be described as bewilderment. Why on earth would he want to invite the woman who was trying to kill him not even 12 hours ago to his home? “She’s grieving, Clint. She misses her sister. Your family knew her sister, it might be good for her”

Clint thought about it for a moment. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to give Yelena the closure that she so desperately needed and give her a chance to know his family. The people Natasha also considered her family.

“If you can make her promise to be civil, I’ll talk to Laura about it,” he gave in faster than he had expected to. If Natasha could see him now, she’d have laughed and teased him, telling him he had gone soft. Even if they were talking about her own sister.

Kate nodded in confirmation, fumbling her phone from the pocket of her trousers to text the blonde assassin. Kate kept it simple, attempting to cover all her bases in a couple of texts, but perhaps failing miserably.

Kate:

on a scale of 1-10 how much do u want to kill clint

Yelena:

probably like a 5 or 6 now

was definitely a 12 before

Kate:

oh that is great news!!!

speaking of great news

clint has invited you to christmas!!!!!

Yelena:

what did you do Kate Bishop

“Yelena thinks I did something,” Kate announces to Clint upon reading the other woman’s message. She furrowed her brow, looking at the man with a confused look on her face, “why would she think I did something?”

“You’re a meddler, kid” he told her honestly, “it’s sweet really, but kind of unnecessary”

“I’m not-”

“You are”

She huffed out in a mix of annoyance and defeat. Why did he always have to be right?

Kate was a medler. She couldn’t help it. She saw the way her parents acted when she was a child, fighting almost everyday with one another. After his death during the Battle of New York, she decided that she didn't want to see people she cared about get so wrapped up in their issues. Especially when the issues could be easily resolved with a simple conversation. The people were stubborn but so was she.

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Clint walked through the door to his home, kicking the snow off of his shoes and making his way to where his family had rushed off too. Behind him were Kate, Yelena and Lucky, entering the house at a slow and cautious speed, not wanting to intrude. After all, the man was reuniting with his wife and kids.

“I bought some strays with me,” Clint joked to his wife, referring to the two women who still stood by the front door awkwardly, Lucky having ran off to receive ear scratches from the eldest Barton child, “Laura this is Kate and Yelena-”

“Natasha’s sister,” Laura finished like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “I have something for you upstairs, I’ll grab it after lunch,” she told her warmly, a small smile on her lips as she did. Yelena’s brows furrowed, confusion evident across all of her features as she nodded shortly. The older woman greeted them both with what could only be described as a motherly embrace. Her arms wrapped securely around the blonde and brunette, the same way she would hold her own children. Kate melted into the feeling whereas Yelena stiffened almost instantly. Kate added that to the mental list of ways the two were different from one another.

Laura and Clint stood in the kitchen preparing lunch and catching up. They hadn’t seen one another in over a week since he had taken the kids up to New York just before the holidays. As they worked on the food, they could hear the others playing from the living room.

“You’re doing it wrong,” Yelena pointed out to Nathaniel after he held the toy gun his father had gotten him as a Christmas gift. The boy looked at her curiously, “do you want me to show you how?” she asked him carefully. His face changed from confusion to a bright smile that met his eyes as he nodded enthusiastically. Yelena nodded, standing from her place on the floor, walking over to him and taking the gun from his hands as gently as she could. She secured it into as great a hold as she could with a gun that had no real or accurate features before crouching to his level so he could see better. He studied her intently, taking in every little thing she was showing him, copying it instantly when the blonde returned the toy back to him.

His form wasn’t perfect but he was happy and he was trying. And if Yelena had learnt anything from her own life, that was enough. She constantly had to remind herself that the Red Room was no longer operating; that children and teenagers were no longer being ripped from their beds and being forced to work for an organisation that was comparable to Hydra. Nathaniel was the same age as she was when she was taken from her parents and Natasha. That thought in and of itself was enough for Yelena to feel glad that she hadn’t killed Clint the day before.

“Yelena?” Kate mumbled next to her, nudging her arm in hopes of snapping her out of whatever daydream she was engrossed in, “Laura said lunch is ready. Everyone is at the table waiting.”

Yelena shook her head, clearing it from all her thoughts, looking up at Kate who was still standing behind her with a nervous smile on her face. The brunette offered her a helping hand which she accepted gratefully and the two made their way to where everyone else was.

At the table were all five members of the Barton family, bowls of mac and cheese in front of them. According to Clint, nobody really wanted the stereotypical Christmas meal so they settled for something that they knew was liked by everyone. Kate immediately took a seat next to Lila, the two arranging to go and practice aiming at targets in the backyard afterwards. Yelena felt completely out of her element as she looked around the table for a space to sit. She was used to being three steps ahead, with a confidence that was almost unmatchable but now she just felt odd.

“Come sit next to me!” Nate said loudly from his seat, a fork full of macaroni about to go into his mouth, motioning sloppily to the empty space beside him with his free hand. The blonde nodded, smiling at the boy as she took a seat.

“Do you guys have any hot sauce?” Yelena asked Clint as she looked down at the plain macaroni and cheese.

“I told you she would ask that!” Kate boasted from the other end of the table.

The rest of lunch went by without a problem which the entire group were thankful for. Everyone left the kitchen in groups: Kate and Lila to the garden, and Nathaniel, Clint and Cooper to walk Lucky around the acres that surrounded the property. Which left Laura and Yelena alone together for the first time all day. The two were clearing the table and washing dishes when Laura excused herself to grab the item that she had mentioned to Yelena when she had arrived. A pool of nerves sat at the pit of her stomach, slowly climbing their way up towards her throat as she awaited whatever Laura was about to do. Was she about to kill her? Is that why all of the family had left the property? No that would be stupid. She thought to herself, her mind working overtime as she contemplated all of the potential outcomes.

“Sorry it’s a little dusty, it’s been in my closet for-” Laura paused a moment to think, counting back the years to come to a close estimate, “maybe 2 or 3 years I think. It was during the whole blip thing,” she handed the article of clothing to the younger women with a sorry smile.

Yelena accepted the item, unfolding it immediately, tears brimming in her eyes as she looked at it. Her vest. The vest she had given to Natasha the last time she had seen her around eight years ago. She never thought she would see it again, “how did you get this?” her words were almost a whisper, her accent heavy and filled with sadness.

“She had a key to our place. It was vacant while Clint was galivanting and the kids and I were away. I never got a chance to ask her why she left it here. But she did leave it here for you. A year or so before they tried to bring us all back. She was so confident you were going to come back alive and well that she wanted to make sure it was in a safe place for when you did. I think she had already made her mind up by that point; that she would be willing to do whatever it takes, you know?” Laura told her honestly, handing Yelena the handwritten note with writing that was definitely her sisters.

“Thank you,” Yelena whispered, tears now cascading down her cheeks, “I really appreciate this, Laura,” the blonde wiped her eyes with her sleeves in a quick attempt to hide any evidence that she was ever crying as she heard the door to the kitchen open, revealing Lila and Kate. Lila was ushered out of the room by her mother, leaving the other two to talk.

“I’m going to hug you right now,” Kate told her once she saw her sad state, “you can fight me for it later, but right now I think you need it.”

Yelena nodded, not wanting to fight, just wanting the sinking feeling in her chest to go away. She just wanted to be able to think about Natasha without feeling guilty. Guilty that she’s here living a life with the people she knew before her all while she’s ‘buried’ near their home in Ohio. Kate’s embrace was warm and tight, almost as if she was trying to squeeze all of the negative feelings from Yelena’s body, “want to see something cool?” she asked, her voice uneven from all the crying she had done minutes before.

Of course, Kate nodded immediately, a sincere smile on her lips as Yelena removed herself from the hold to grab what she wanted to show her, “this is my vest. It was the first piece of clothing I bought for myself after the Red Room,” the green-eyed woman smiled fondly at the memories that the khaki green vest held.

“I like the pockets,” the brunette admitted, taking a closer look at them. Yelena’s eyes brightened and a grin found its way to her face as she told Kate that she had even made some of her own modifications to it.

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It was around 4pm when Clint, Nathaniel and Cooper returned, Lucky by their side. The women were in the living room, hot drinks in hand as they sat around the room watching whatever Christmas movie they had decided on. Everybody muttered greetings, Lucky running to sit by his owner’s legs. Kate and Yelena sat beside one another, whispering commentary throughout the movie, sometimes laughing loudly at what the other had said. It was nice; it was comfortable. A feeling that Yelena doesn’t recall ever feeling about the holidays, and a feeling that Kate hadn’t felt about it since before her dad died.

“Are you going back to New York?” Kate asked Yelena quietly as the movie’s credits were beginning to roll through the screen.

Yelena’s blinked at her, snapping her gaze from the television as she smirked, “I have to go and get my dog from my parent’s house,” she informed her, thinking about Fanny who was currently spending time with Melina, Alexei and the pigs in St Petersburg.

Kate nodded, “okay, well when you get back, I’m going to take you to all the cool places that I know in the city. We’ll cross of some of those things off of your New York, Sex and the city fantasy bucket list thing, alright?” Yelena grinned, confirming the plan with the brunette.

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A couple of days after Christmas, but not quite New Years, Kate and Yelena found themselves back in New York. The streets were alive and busy with people and shops that were reopening after the Christmas break. The two women were strolling through, taking in everything the city had to offer. Well Yelena was, Kate had spent her entire life there. Their dogs were both attached to leashes that were wrapped around their hands, giving Lucky and Fanny their distance. New York wasn’t at all how Yelena had planned it with Natasha, most likely due to the fact that she was doing it without her. Doing things she and Natasha planned without her felt weird, but Yelena was glad to be doing them with Kate. It was a little different but that was definitely to be expected. And for once in Yelena’s life, the ‘little different’ didn’t feel terrible at all and she was immensely grateful for that.

The women continued walking until Kate spotted the diner that she and Clint had gone to a week prior. The food and drinks were mediocre but she was sure Yelena wouldn’t mind. She had eaten Reindeer meat in the past, after all.

“Want to go and get that drink, Yel?” Kate asked with a grin, the nickname rolling off her tongue like the two had known each other a lifetime as opposed to two or three weeks. It wasn’t the drink either one had in mind when initially making the request a week prior but it would suffice.

Yelena smiled, using her free hand to gesture outwards to the streets in front of them, “lead the way, Kate Bishop!”

#platonic kate bishop x yelena belova #kate bishop #yelena belova #clint barton #lucky the pizza dog #fanny the dog #hawkeye series #black widow #kate bishop x reader #yelena belova x reader #fan fiction #marvel #i have decided that throughout the series of hawkeye that fanny was with alexei and melina in st petersburg #title from 'its the most wonderful time of the year' by andy williams #barton family #barton christmas #potential hawkeye spoilers #brief mention of the events of black widow but also not really? #mention of melina #mention of alexei

[my-headcanons-academia]

Inko chews out Endeavour

Characters: Inko Midoriya, Izuku Midoriya, Shouto Todoroki, Endeavour

Genre: Angst, a little bit of fluff and catharsis

TW: Mentions of child abuse, abusive home life, mental drain

Word Count:3 K

A/N: This may be a teensy bit long :3

•Okay listen

•Midoriya is god damn horrified when he hears what Endeavour did/does to his kids. He had obviously guessed that the second-best hero there is who is training his family to also become heroes would have some extensive regime but what Shouto explained wasn't "training" it was just abuse.

•He immediately offers Shouto and his sibling's a place with him and his mum without a moment's hesitation. They're not as rich as the Todoroki's or live in as big a house with as good food, but they're happy. •And when Shouto declines, Izuku isn't really sure what to do.

• it's not his place to tell any media or higher authorities, it'd drastically change the lives of Shouto and his siblings and would affect all of them the rest of their lives. He feels like he can't do much and a part of him feels like doing nothing means he's condoning the abuse that still happens in that home like the emotional neglect and things Shouto may not have mentioned. But he can't do anything about that right now, simply because Shouto won't let him. And while Izuku is fighting every instinct he has which is to take the Todoroki siblings out of there and into a therapist's office, it's not his place to do that.

•So instead, he does what he can for them, like offer to go places more so they're out of the house. Offer free anonymous therapy sites. Have their own improv therapy whenever needed. Promise to be there for whoever trusts him and for those who it may take longer to trust him.

•But with all his good intentions, he starts to bite off more than he can chew. Even when it's not in the midst of midnight therapy or distracting days out, it's constantly nagging at the back of his mind that he wants to do more and he isn't doing everything he can. He doesn't want to "fail" at being a good friend, since he hasn't had many experiences to base off (or any for that matter) but he is running out of emotional room.

•Contrary to the Todoroki household, Inko Midoriya actually notices when her child is going through some rough times and tries to do her best to help.

•I imagine Inko and Midoriya have a close relationship. With no other reliable parent figure in the house, they spent a lot of time together. Not only are they parent and child, but they are also friends who enjoy each others company. Inko may not always understand his fascination with All Might but she'll always ask questions and prompt him to go on about the differences in All Might's costumes and moves, even if she knows all the answers already in the same way Izuku may not understand why she enjoys sewing so much ever since she made him his hero costume but will not hesitate to help her go shopping for and carry new fabrics as she talks about the colours and texture helping boost peoples confidence. (She wants to get better at sewing so she can make a new costume for him that's better than ever before.) •And because Inko and Izuku were rather close, she knew his tells. she'd learnt well from their daily game nights to know when he lying and when he was hiding things. But that was during games. This was far more strenuous. But before she rushed in and crowded him, Inko thought that if there were really something he didn't want her to know, then she shouldn't know. So long as it doesn't hurt him. So, respecting the fact he is now a teenage boy and not a child anymore, she knew he was smart enough to make his own decisions.

•But also being herself, she still wanted to help, even if she didn't know exactly what was going on.

•At first, she thought Izuku wasn't sleeping enough because of the stress of UA so she'd plan days to the seaside or mini-holiday or they could try to make a new dessert or do a movie marathons to distract him from it. And she always took note of how very time she offered, he'd always insist some way or another that the Todoroki's join them which of course she had no quarrels with, she was delighted he loved spending so much time with his friends!

•When that didn't help she offered to get him a tutor, maybe he was anxious about his studies? She didn't trust her own education enough to tutor him as he was always impressing her with fun trivia and general knowledge but she'd taken a break in her sewing hobby to save up some money to be able to pay for a tutor.

•But when he began not eating as much, mind always preoccupied with something else than his usual hero ideology and theories, the day of the annual parent-teacher meeting and Izuku hadn't uttered a word since he got home, she sat him down on the couch, held his hands, his scarred and trembling hands, and she asked him. "Are you alright?"

•She's asked this many times before, every time he came home from school, every time she found him up in the middle of the night shakily drinking some water while staring at his phone as if expecting some death from the family. But this time? •This time her words echo in Izuku's head, getting louder and louder with each reverberation, picking up speed and other voices with every hit to his mind, the sound of text messages, quiet telephone calls, rushed breathing, stifled words, hearing footsteps from the other line, the need to help all drowning him in a cacophony of utter helplessness. •And he crumples against his mother, clawing onto her shirt like a life-jacket barely keeping him afloat above the ocean of noise only he is in and he cries. The tears stain Inko's cardigan and she wraps her arms around him, pulling him onto her lap like she used to when he was a child, she holds her son, her baby boy, as his tears dampen her clothes and his voice breaks choking on sobs.

•It was a long day.

•Izuku and Shouto had talked before about telling Inko or an adult or just anyone but there was always some reason, some excuse why it couldn't happen yet. It would be a decision all the siblings would have to agree to as it affects all their lives. Fuyumi was always hesitant, so cautious and making sure if anything were to happen nothing could be left to chance and all outcomes had to be planned. Natsuo wanted whatever would help everyone the most, and if no one was ready to do anything right now, then he'd wait. Shouto thought long ago that if what his father did to his family ever came to light, it would be brought up for the rest of his hero career and he'd never be able to truly escape his dad's hold if it always followed him like that. And until he met Midoriya, that's what he thought for years.

•Shouto was warming up to the idea of saying what happened to him specifically to someone. To see what would happen.

•And that is what Izuku could let slip. The things Shouto had told him at the sports festival, the reason for his scar, his spiteful technique and motivation to be a hero. •It was a long day. •The moment all was said and done, that he had run out of tears to cry, that he had ruined his mother's cardigan by stretching it with his grip and made it soggy with his sobs, that he could breathe without a hiccup or tremor interrupting him, he was completely drained. There was a mix of hollowness after spending so long building it all up, unsure every step of the way whether he's doing the right thing or not and the relief of finally letting there be room for him to breathe.

•But in his hollow chest was a stab of guilt, anxiety, crawling back up his throat and blocking his lungs like a thick mucus of worry. Had he done the wrong thing? It wasn't his place to say- He should have talked with Shouto more about this- Was he wrong to have done nothing so far?- Oh god he's done nothing right- this could hurt them-

• "Shhh," Inko gently held the back of his head and rubbed small circles with her thumb into the back of his neck, like she used to to do calm him down as a child, it still worked "It's-..." Inko collected her thoughts. It was certainly a lot to process, she had her suspicions but she thought she was being paranoid. She'll learn to trust her gut more. "It's not alright right now, but one day it will be. For you and for them."

•And that worry in his chest turned to blunt guilt, he shouldn't be the one crying while Shouto and his siblings have withstood literal torture all their lives, he should be stronger, he needs to be stronger to help them-

•"You are children. And none of you should have to deal with this. I know you're growing up faster than I can blink and you're being a hero more and more every day, but that doesn't mean you were prepared for this exact situation. They train you to fight villains and criminals and how to save those in immediate peril who want saving. Not thins like this." Inko continued to speak softly, pulling Izuku closer and soothing the back of his neck "Thank you for telling me and I can understand why you wouldn't want me to meddle as it may be out of my depth, but, two people helping them is better than one."

• Midoriya told Shouto what had happened and apologised for spilling too early, apologised for not doing enough, apologised for being less than open about the emotional and mental space he had to spare, promising to be more aware of it so long as Shouto continues to trust him and talk when needed. Shouto was confused as to why Midoriya was apologising so much as always and despite the apprehension in his movements, Shouto had spent enough time with Inko to trust her. And also to know that while Inko is kind, that isn't all she is.

•Shouto had seen her repay the kindness people had shown her tenfold with gifts, acts of service, compliments, reassurance and more. And something about that deep-rooted kindness tipped him off to the idea that if someone were to take advantage of her kindness or her son, that injustice too shall be repaid. And, as slow as it was and as long as it took, he knew she considers him her son too.

• Overall, the parent-teacher meeting was going well for most students. Most students were in their more casual clothes except those who had been too lazy to change out of their school uniform for the day albeit having their shirts scandalously untucked and top buttons undone (Except for Bakugo who in the presence of his mother for the first time had his tie actually tied, truly it was a sight to behold and blackmail photos to be used for months.)

• Amidst all the parents gathering together while waiting for the respective teachers to be free of their current appointments, there he was. Enji Todoroki, Endeavour in his hero costume supposedly fresh from the job. • And thus, politely fuelled by karmic fury the 5'2 force of nature marched up with a smile to the flaming rotting piece of shit excuse she can barely call a human being and greeted him.

• "Oh, hello Enji." Inko smiles. Izuku stands back with Shouto on the sidelines, watching the encounter unfold. • First of all, the informality caught him off guard. Usually, he'd be used to fans being "Overly-friendly" but something about the smile in her voice didn't sit right with the way fans usually say it. This turned a few heads.

• "And..who are you?"

• "Why I am so glad you asked, my name is Inko Midoriya, the woman whose house your son goes to every day but I suppose you wouldn't know that since as long as he's keeping up his work then there is nothing else to do with him at all," she coughed ", like parenting," and continued "Speaking of being in public I could never be as confident as you are to go to a casual event in a full-on hero costume but I suppose if it helps boost your ego then go for it! Although, speaking from the perspective of a concerned parent, aren't all of those flames a safety hazard! what if you were near a flammable thing like, oh I don't know, civilians clothes in a place you know where said civilians are tightly packed together, or there could be someone well-known to have a flammable quirk nearby or just a building's structure being, on the whole, a rather flammable thing?" Her head turned to the overgrown vermin who lead the school who had entered the room upon hearing there was a commotion "Not that I doubt UA's defence measures and predicted disastrous occurrences as no such thing has ever failed in the past. It's just the safety of children and the future generation of heroes after all." and just as quickly turned back to Endeavour

•"You know I noticed there are plenty of other pro-heroes here who are just fine in their everyday clothing because they recognise this get together is about their children's achievements and not their own. Why, if I didn't know any better I'd say you really are that insecure in your title slipping because that's what being a hero is all about, the title, that you'd distract entire families from the point of being here just to pay attention to you because it's not like being the second supposedly best hero there is credits you any attention."

• Enji barely had time to stop the flames protruding from his hero suit from dying out as peoples heads turned to pay attention. By now every student had pulled out their phone to record the situation.

•Nedzu was on his way over, laughing awkwardly ready to diffuse the situation but had miraculously been needed for a sudden important event in the teacher's lounge and was immediately escorted by Aizawa and Present Mic.

•"Oh and may I go on and say you truly are an inspirational story of how being raised as a gifted child must have been really difficult for you. Always a commodity, never a human being, not a single person in your life thinking you’re worth a damn without your quirk so you made it your entire personality until you developed your own actual personality because of course you, the Number Two hero would outgrow such a childish nature. That sounds rough," she pouted in mock sympathy.

• Endeavour snarled behind gritted teeth, barely stopping himself from acting out of hand at the public slander. "Just who do you think you are-"

•"Like I said, my name is Inko Midoriya, the pleasure is all mine I'm sure, or did you not hear me the first time while that fire was covering your ears? just like how it must have covered your eyes with choosing that outfit to be approachable. Oh do excuse me if that seemed rude, I'm a seamstress as a hobby you see so I tend to have an eye for when things are just wrong in every way. Honestly, if you didn't parade your title everywhere you go I'd mistake you for a villain on sight. You see, I'm only a seamstress and not a hero like you as you love to flaunt no matter the situation or need for it, but it must be so rewarding to save all those people every day and return to a home with your loving children and children who want to do the exact same thing and be exactly like you because you must be such good role-model and parent to have accomplished so much in your career and of course spent enough time on each of your children to help them grow to be happy, full of inspiration and their own dreams to fulfil. Oh, and of course your wife who must be so proud of the person you've become!"

• By this point the flames had been sputtering at random, a rare purple and even blue flamer erupting once and again as this woman continued talking and the parents out the corner of his eye who thought they were out of his sight nod their head and faces contort into realising the full weight of the truth they already knew but now understand.

• But Inko was nowhere near close to done, Endeavour could hear as much when she took a small break to smile and take a bigger breath to continue. • And blinded by the public's disapproval of everything he had convinced he had Done for the good of the civilians, he could feel the ground, just like his title, being pulled from under him as quicker heroes hit the back of his knees as Inko swung her handbag with the metal buckle across Endeavours face while she was being pulled safety away from the punch Enji hadn't realised fast enough he had thrown.

• The videos uploaded by students went viral in seconds

•"shocked" by the number two hero's emotional outburst with malicious intent to harm an unarmed civilian, Inko let it be known she found it unsuitable that he go back home to his children and instead of that they live with her and make a record with either police or a licensed therapist to make a note of any other emotional outbursts or strange and potentially dangerous behaviour in complete confidentiality.

#wow #a good parent? #in this economy? #bnha #mha #mha hc #bnha hc #endeavor #inko midoriya #izuku midoriya #tododeku #shouto todoroki #enji todoroki #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #Shouto x therapy #Inko x catharsis #INKO POPPING OFF

[nakachuchu]

Cookies & Cream Ice Cream | Haiba Lev

SYNOPSIS: You marry Japan’s top model by accident.

READER: gender neutral

WORDS: 1013

WRITTEN: 04/15/2021

NOTES: Thank you for requesting from my event! I changed it to a CEO person so I hope that's okay. "___ or ___?" "I'm allergic to both." + You wake up in Vegas next to them and learn that you're married to them.

You were a busy person. Your days were full of long work hours that consisted of shouting at people—because they were useless and slow—and looking over the company budgets and factions of the company you were the CEO of.

You rarely got breaks. You didn't even have time to go back to your hometown to visit your family during the holidays because the holidays were good investing times.

So when you finally got the chance for a small two-day break after your important meeting in Las Vegas, you took it.

Your mind usually drifted off to work and you didn't like taking breaks because it felt like you weren't doing anything useful with your time, but your assistant, Yaku, hounded you to rest.

You knew he cared for your well-being. He had been your assistant for around four years and he was hardworking.

You felt a bit bad that he had to come with you to Las Vegas instead of being able to spend the weekend doing whatever he wanted, so you invited him out for drinks after the meeting.

You remembered the way his eyes lit up like an excited puppy when you first offered him a drink.

The two of you chatted and drank in a fancy bar. You learned he used to play volleyball and he went into great detail about his tall junior who always got onto his nerves.

You certainly didn't expect to wake up to the very same junior Yaku had been complaining about.

Lev approached you and Yaku last night after he walked into the bar after running away from people who knew who he was. You were only tipsy at the time and Yaku seemed to know him, so the three of you ended up drinking together.

Before you knew it, you ended up completely drunk. You could vaguely remember your drunk self cooing at how attractive Lev was. You even ended up on his lap with your arms around him, blabbering incoherent words.

The words that Lev could hear were usually mixes of “You’re so pretty,” “Look at me. I wanna see your eyes,” “Hey, are you single,” and the infamous “Let’s get married.”

He laughed it off at first because he wasn't as drunk as you, but then he continued to drink to challenge Yaku and eventually ended up equally as drunk before accepting your marriage proposal.

Your memory was a bit foggy when you woke up, but you were certain that Yaku was not this tall or had silver hair. In fact, Yaku seemed to be completely missing. What wasn't missing was a surprisingly new and shiny diamond ring on your ring finger.

You let out a shriek, falling off the bed in your surprise. You groaned and rubbed your sore butt as you sat up, sighing in relief when you realized your clothes were on.

Lev groaned while rubbing his head. He struggled to sit up, then blinked a few times until he settled on your body on the floor.

His face lit up. "Ah—You're Senpai's boss!"

You cringed. "Yes, that's me. Please lower your voice. My head is killing me."

"Sorry. Hey, where is he anyway? I wanted to brag some more about how much taller I am.”

You fumbled for your phone that was on the nightstand, then dialed Yaku's number. You let out a sigh when he didn't answer.

"Wherever he is, I hope he's okay," you muttered.

Lev hummed and twirled his hair between his fingers. You blinked at him, then narrowed your eyes before widening them and frantically climbing onto the bed.

You knocked Lev onto his back, straddling his waist and grabbing his hand to inspect it. Your eyes darted back and forth between the ring on your finger and the ring on his finger.

"No," you whispered. "Please tell me we didn't get married last night!"

Lev blinked. "Am I that bad? I think I'm pretty cool. You know, I was ranked Japan's number one model last year."

"That's not the problem! I don't even know you and I got married to you! That's the problem!"

He frowned. "Then we'll just get a divorce, but I really think we should give it a shot."

"Give what a shot? Our fake marriage?" you retorted.

"Doesn't it seem fun? It's like something out of a movie," he said.

He leaned over to grab the room service menu and opened it. Your face contorted into a deadpan expression as he read the menu.

"Oh, this sounds good. Grilled salmon or shrimp pasta?" he asked.

"I'm allergic to both."

"That sucks."

You rolled your eyes before quickly realizing something. You logged into your bank app on your phone to check your recent transactions, then let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank God. I didn't pay for this. I'm assuming you did," you said.

He frowned for a moment before shrugging. "If I can afford a whole garage of sports cars, I'm sure I can afford two diamond rings."

"I can see why Yaku talked shit about you last night."

"You know, that's really mean. Oh, how about ice cream? You're not allergic to ice cream, right? Truthfully, I like cookies & cream. What about you?"

You didn't know if you were supposed to be impressed at how nonchalant he was or how rich he was.

"I like cookies & cream too," you admitted.

“Let’s go out for ice cream then,” he decided as he grabbed you by the hips and lifted you off him.

“For breakfast?” you questioned.

“It’s past noon, so it’s not breakfast,” he retorted.

“You’re a smart-ass,” you retorted.

“Who’s your husband,” he added. “You bagged a good one.”

You groaned and fell back onto the bed, burying your face into the pillow. Lev scooted closer to you, bringing his face right in front of you. You could feel his hand patting your head.

“There, there. You’ll be fine,” he cooed.

You turned your head to the side to look at him. “You’re not that bad when your mouth is closed.”

“I’ll take what I can get."

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haiba lev x reader

[psycheterminal]

I'm gonna take a shot in the dark... but I could really use a hand while I am straightening things out.

Remember #savebritney and the issues Britney has had with getting control of her own money?

Details under cut.

tl; dr: My problem is my rep payee is not sending me any living money and I cannot pay off some things that took care of.

If you have paypal, send it to: [email protected] If you have Zelle: [email protected]

Well, I have a representative payee that handles my money because a judge-not a doctor, a judge-decided that I wasn't to handle my money.

Now, me being me and hearing horror stories, chose a family member I trusted rather than an organization to do this. For a long while, it was annoying but bearable.

Problem is, my aunt was told this and took it to heart:

"Don't tell [eir] what [eir] bank balance is, so they won't badger you for money."

In case you are wondering: what she is doing is entirely legal in my state and it's a liberal state. There's nothing in state law about individual rep payees being required to let their clients know what their financials are.

So, for three years, my finances have largely been a black box to me. I get roughly 300 a month to spend, with my rent covered and so on, with some occasional extras tossed my way by my roommate.

Then my roommate did something stupid and cops took every computer in the house, his phone included except my Chromebook and my phone. (Thus why my writing was quite interrupted!) I am sure those who know why this can happen can imagine why I am upset and of course, I informed my aunt and plans to move come spring due to the rules of the lease were made. (Can't move out during winter months, according to the lease.)

She took that chance to not only stop my payments to "save up" on my behalf, though I didn't ask her to, but when I asked her about financials later, to sign up for some housing, she pitched a fit and we haven't exactly spoken since. She also hasn't sent anything but rent since.

Now, for the problem. See, I'd put a few purchases on credit and have a few recurring bills. I figured with three hundred a month, I could pay the credit charge off relatively quickly, even if a few months would be no fun at all. I could have covered it, I was living within my means, just unable to save.

No, the purchases cannot be returned. Before you ask-no, I cannot exactly save or I may get into trouble due to the rules of disability, like losing it if you have more than 2k in the bank. Not knowing what my financials are, I didn't want to risk it.

That was now last month. Friends were asked for donations, but those have dried up as holiday plans unfolded and their own troubles came. It paid that month's stuff and paid down some fees, but it didn't make a dent. Worse, because of how things were paid out, I ended up just over 100$ in the hole for my checking account.

With December, more fees got piled on, with a missed payment in excess of what the payment actually was given, so I'm in worse shape than before.

I am currently fighting to become my own payee. It took me weeks to research how, with not much internet access and even then, I have no idea when the decision will be made or if I'll even get it the first time, even with my psych's letter, in accord to state law.

I don't know if I'll be able to claw back the money my aunt currently has. If she'll be willing to send it to me or not. It might be months. I just do not want to be punished because my roommate did something awful. If you have paypal, send it to: [email protected] If you have Zelle: [email protected]

I would appreciate any help whatsoever.

#free britney #signal boost #donations

[nessamaurice]

Simple Ch. 1 (Loki x F!Reader)

Masterlist

Summary: Tony and the Avengers are in desperate need of something like a “babysitter” to have an eye on Loki and teach him “how to human”. He decided to stay on Midgard over the dungeons of Asgard as punishment for his deeds in New York. That’s where you swoop in. A simple receptionist at the Avengers compound. You have to share an apartment in the compound with Loki and damn, he’s a really tough nut. With your open and kind character it seems that you are slowly cracking his shell. But suddenly things are getting twists that will change your life and your relationships there irreversibly.

Story rating: M

Chapter trigger warnings: n/a

Words: 1984

1

"We need someone totally random." Tony broke the silence in the room. Every gaze was on him now. "Not someone with any special training, crazy gifts or hyper specialized knowledge."

"Why?" Steve simply asked.

"Your brother", Tony said turning to Thor and pointing at him, "has an enormous ego. If he has to stay here, we got to get him... let's say humbled. He will stay here in the compound. He is even willing to cooperate, so I guess we won't need shackles. At least not all the time. We just need someone reliable staying in the same room with him. Like, a babysitter. Someone simple, responsible from the neighbourhood who you would trust to look after your children because you know she'll just tuck them into bed asap and spend a nice evening watching Netflix or reading books while eating chips."

"You think it should be a woman?" Natasha mentioned.

"Did I say she? Ah yes, I did. Probably because when I think of next-door-babysitters I automatically think of girls. Women. Sorry." Tony immediately corrected himself as he noticed the raised eyebrow of Natasha.

"Couldn't it be that he would try to... I don't know... something like to trick a woman to do what he wants? Is he... um..." Bruce struggled to speak his mind.

"You mean like a seducer to women?" Thor assumed, followed by an amused little laugh. "No do not worry about that matter. I have known him my whole life and playing such games with women was never in his interest, even if it would have been useful to his plans. And I would say a woman would be best, he mostly behaves more controlled and civilized towards women in charge than to men."

"Alrighty then!" Tony clapped his hands to end this meeting that almost seemed like it would never end. With everybody feeling relieved to have come to a solution, the tension in the room ebbed away.

"Barton", Tony addressed to the agent in the corner of the room, "We need someone trustworthy. A woman. Someone staying away from drama. A at least somehow balanced one. And she will have to move to the compound for quite a while, so sort out every woman having responsibilities at home or such. The best would be someone who already works for me, check all our employees first, maybe we are lucky."

Clint simply nodded and left the room, but not without grabbing a big mug of coffee on the leave. Everyone headed to the door, but Thor caught Tony by grabbing his arm and stopping him. He waited a second until all the other Avengers were gone.

"Thank you, Stark. It is very generous and honorable of you and of Midgard to offer my errant brother a second chance after all what he did to your realm. There is clearly good in him. Buried under mischief and lies but somewhere it is. Maybe a simple person is all he needs to learn that 'simple' is nothing bad. It is hard for him to deal with his banishment from his home but it was his own choice and he preferred this over the dungeons of our palace. It took him quite a while to make this decision."

"Yeah. It's okay. No one likes to have a pissed-off brother being kept in the basement." Tony said, patting Thor on the shoulder while leaving the room.

***

With one hand you fumbled for your alarm clock to put in on snooze while hiding under the blanket. Sleep drunk you tried to get your brain working as a little wave of panic shot through you. Turning over to your clock you silently cursed into your pillow and pushed yourself up. You already wanted to get up 10 minutes ago but pressed snooze once too often. Again. You speeded up your morning routine a little to catch the lost minutes you sacrificed to Morpheus.

"This day's gonna be crap." You mumbled to yourself while entering the compound and shuffling over to the reception.

"Sweets, turn your bitch face off, you're at work."

The voice of your coworker Jackie (but you'd rather address her as your best friend than coworker) ripped you out of your thoughts.

"Hey Babe. Sorry." You gave her your poorest apology smile.

"Pressed snooze too often again, huh?" She tried to hold back a broad smile while you walked around the giant reception desk, heavy eye-rolling.

"Shut up. Tea's ready?"

"Do we know us since yesterday?" She pouty answered, handing you your favorite mug. You snatched it almost too energetically from her hand, inhaling the steam rising from it and closing your eyes.

"Aw, yeah. Much better." You put it on the desk and went to the back to hang your coat. Walking by you caught your own glance in the mirror, stopped and returned to it to check your appearance. You fixed some loose strands of hair and spotted your septum piercing. Cursing at yourself that you forgot to take it out once again you turned it up into your nose to hide it. If you'd take it out right now you would just lose it, like the other 4 piercings before. Pulling on the collar of your shirt and fiddling on your chocker necklace you quickly checked yourself over again and stepped outside to the reception desk. You were so lucky that you and your colleagues came to the glorious arrangement that you were in charge of the visit-reservation-referring-emails and wouldn't have to answer phone calls. Every time you heard the melodic ringing it sent a little jolt through your guts but were relieved the same moment, knowing that it was not your task to answer it. You never knew why phone calls put you in such a state but you didn't really bother to find out. You went to sit down on your office chair, totally focused on your steaming mug that stood there longing for your cold hands to get warmed up by its heat but stopped mid-motion and turned your head to the left. Your eyes wandered the spacious entrance hall. Since there were still 10 minutes before the Avengers compound opened up to visitors, press and business the only light was the natural dim dawn falling in through the huge window front. You almost jumped a little as the lighting was turned on, as always on time.

"Everything alright, Sweet Pea?" Your friend appeared from behind you, making you jump a little again.

"What? Oh yeah. Sorry. I thought there was something. Getting a little paranoid after a week of holiday at home." You laughed at her. As you finally sat down you couldn't resist to look over your shoulder again and search the enormous hall. It wasn't helpful that you had that feeling of being watched since almost 3 weeks now. At first you didn't take it very serious. Your workplace was permanently full of people and CCTV. But the feeling deep down in your stomach grew bigger each day. In the end you were so happy to eventually have a week all on your own. You spent it most of the time at home, doing all the things you wanted to do for a long time. You took some art classes in portraying persons, read 2 books, listened to music constantly, ordered too much stuff from Amazon because you had so much time browsing stuff you didn't need, even could get yourself to take some walks in the nearby park and enjoy the autumn colours. But, much to your dismay, that feeling of being followed by something or someone didn't cease. You spoke to your therapist at your monthly meeting about this last week. She said not to take it too serious but that you'll come back to that point next month.

You softly shook your head to get rid of the thoughts and put your bag on the floor beneath your desk with a loud thud. Jackie turned her head and looked at you, then at your bag.

"What the hell is in there? Thor's hammer?"

You tried to bat her hand away as she grabbed your bag and opened it. Her gaze rose in played shock to meet your eyes. She pulled a giant book out of it without interrupting her steady look at you. You couldn't help but blush, roll your eyes and laugh.

"Oh. My. God. Didn't they have a bigger book than this? Why are you dragging this monster with you to work?" She looked at the title and stuttered a little while reading it out loud, a little too loud since your other colleagues turned their heads, poorly hiding their smiles.

"Antiquitates Iudaicae" She looked at you again, one brow raised. "Seriously?"

You couldn't hold back your snort at that look on her face. Hectically you nabbed your stuff from her hands. "Shut up bitch, that's for my lunch break."

Unfortunately that explanation didn't help much to stop her amusement because now she helplessly had to cover her mouth while she laughed into her hands.

"Damn girl, you crazy."

"I know. You love that."

"Of course I do. Borrow me that book when you're through. And if I lost my sight by that time, you can read it to me when your granny glasses will be strong enough."

Smiling you turned to your computer and turned it on. It was about time, your small interruption cost you precious minutes to start your working routine before the doors opened to all the amazed visitors, screaming school groups and snoopy press people.

While waiting for your computer to come to live (which took quite longer than you'd expect when working for a technology genius), Jackie slapped your shoulder.

"Oh I totally forgot to fill you in on the latest gossip. When you were on holiday, a cute guy from accounting sat down next to me during lunch and asked where you are."

"Whaaaat? You're kidding."

"Nah-ah! He said he wanted to say hi to you after he saw you several times in the cafeteria and thought you would show up just a little later. He feared you may have just chucked your job after two more days without seeing you. I tell you, he has the bluest eyes I've ever seen. If I were unwed, I'd totally be jealous. I promised not to tell you. Ha ha. As if I would not tell you."

"Aw come on. Now I will never be able to relax during lunch time again." You batted her arm with the back of your hand.

"Oh Sweets, you're much too old to be nervous around men."

"Uhm, you know who you talking to, right?"

Her only answer was just a vicious smile as she turned to the already ringing phone.

The morning went on as usual. Tons of emails, greeting visitors and groups, handing forms over the counter, smiling, tea drinking.

Your stomach began to rumble just as your break was due. You checked yourself in the mirror again, this time a bit more precisely. As usual, you weren't too pleased with what you saw. Catching that thought, you very silently said to yourself "But I love myself anyway" just as your therapist taught you. You hoped that one day you'd eventually believe your own words, but somehow they helped you relax a bit, though. You stretched your back, grabbed your stuff and headed to the cafeteria. As you saw its entrance, you felt blood rushing to your cheeks and cursed yourself for blushing so easily. But before you could step through the door, someone stopped you by softly grabbing your arm.

You turned around to say something but no sound left your open mouth as you looked up into the face of Clint Barton.

"Miss Y/N, I'm sorry to stop you from getting your lunch, but Mr. Stark would like to speak to you."

#loki #loki x reader #loki x female reader #fanfiction #loki fiction #marvel fan fiction #marvel #slow burn #loki slow burn #fanfic simple

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How I travel as often as possible

By: Claudia Manganiello

Pictured: Philippine Pesos

1. I’m a waitress.

I think the biggest reasons I love being a waitress is that I make decent money and can virtually make my own schedule. I tell my manager what days I’m available which really means what days I want to work and for the most part that is my schedule. And anytime I want to go on a vacation I just put in a request a month before, but it’s really more of a formal notice. Granted I make sure I don’t travel during busy season, too close together or for too long because I don’t want to risk not having a job when I get back. But in the past I’ve been able to travel up to 6 times a year!

2. I save alot of my extra money towards travel.

This one takes self control. Even though friends constantly invite me out to restaurants and bars, etc. I have to be selective and make sure whenever I spend it’s on something I REALLY want to because I know I much rather spend it on travel.

3. I research.

I always do some general research ahead of time on what the prices of a flight to a place are and how much things cost there (currency exchange). I also check if the prices will have a chance of spiking for instance around a busy time or holiday. This is something I look out for when I go to Miami every year for Ultra Music Festival. Most other times of the year the prices are ~$150 roundtrip, but because the festival is during Spring Break the prices can go up to $350 if you wait too long. So I start checking the flights a month earlier than usual and if I see a normal price or better I buy it because I know the prices are only going to go up. Last year I was able to find a round trip from NY to MIA for $100!!

4. I look for flights on sites like Expedia.

Two months before domestic, three before international trips I start looking up flights on Tuesdays. I check Expedia, Kayak, Syscanner and Google flights to see all different results and prices. What's great about these sites is they have features where you can see side by side how the prices can differ before or after the dates you select. This way you can choose the cheapest possible days to arrive and leave while still maximizing the time you can go away for.

Photo taken from google.com/flights.

5. I try to be as flexible as possible.

I try to work around my schedule. For example, when I was in school I had class from Monday to Thursday so ideally I would go away on a Wednesday or Thursday right after class and come back right before class on Monday. I usually worked it out so I only missed exactly one of each of my classes. But sometimes I had to weigh out the importance of the prices versus time I could go without missing too much school. I ended up going away almost every 2 months while I was in college, but I always planned in advance.

I also try to be flexible about the airport I fly out of. One time I waited too long to buy a flight to Miami and the flights were $350 roundtrip, so I flew to Fort Lauderdale instead for $200! The 45 minute drive to Miami was well worth the $150 I saved. However the cheapest airport to fly out of the New York area is usually Newark but it's not as cheap to get a ride to and its not the easiest to take public transportation with luggage. So most times I just choose the airport easiest to get to.

Less often I'm flexible about the airline I choose. I try to avoid airlines that have poor customer service because if something goes wrong the money is not worth the headache. I missed my flight home from Rome while I was literally AT THE AIRPORT waiting at the wrong gate where a flight was leaving for the same place at the same time (please learn from me: ALWAYS CHECK YOUR FLIGHT NUMBER). American was basically like sorry not sorry. This was definitely mostly my fault but I went through security, checked in and everything, so they knew I was in the building. Yet no one called my name on a loud speaker like they do in the US when someone is missing. No one would help me in person (another lesson learned: look for flights on other websites but always try to buy directly from the airline). No standby was offered. I ended up sobbing to a random lady on the phone in the middle of the airport to get a somewhat affordable flight back home the same day because everyone was just trying to sell me $1000 flights 3 days later. So even though American is often one of the cheapest options, I can't say I wouldn't pay a little more to fly a different airline.

Also sometimes flights are cheaper from smaller airlines but they don’t include a carry-on in the price like most do so it ends up being the same price anyway. If you can fit all your stuff in a backpack (which is totally possible) it could be worth it, but again be weary of the quality of customer service.

6. I stay at Airbnb's/ hostels.

If I can split a room with someone I usually coordinate and book an airbnb atleast a month in advance to get the best options and deals. One time I stayed at a private apartment in NYC for just $25 a night before! But when I traveled alone I found the cheapest option was to share a room at a hostel. I enjoyed time by myself but when I wanted to share experiences I had a bunch of people around who wanted the same thing, it was great.

7. I sort out my money ahead of time.

I have credit and debit cards with zero foreign transaction fees and once I arrive to a place I take out however much I want to budget myself at a bank atm. When I can I use my credit card and if I need more cash I take out just enough to last the rest of the trip so I don't go home with a bunch of money I can't use.

8. I use my phone as little as possible.

I don't like to use my phone much while on vacation anyway, but usually you can't really get out of needing it for GPS. I used to have Sprint which includes 2G international service in alot of countries (a fee for faster speeds), but now I have AT&T which costs $10/day so now I really only use my phone for emergencies. I try to do everything on WiFi and when I can't I try to download any maps, tickets, movies etc offline.

9. I buy groceries when I travel.

I try to buy easy stuff to eat for breakfast and lunch from a grocery store and treat myself to dinner out. It saves time and money and seeing what they sell in grocery stores in different countries has become one of my favorite things to do. I still get to try new foods but at a good price!

10. I take public transportation when possible.

Usually I have to take an uber or local ride share from the airport because of my suitcase but when I pick my airbnb I usually make sure it's also accessible to where I want to go throughout the trip.

11. I avoid expensive tours and other tourist traps.

Before paying for something I try to find a way to enjoy it for less. Instead of taking a tour of a park I just look around myself and it's often much more peaceful and interesting. I saved $20-$30 by simply going to see the Colloseum in Rome instead of paying to see the inside. Not to mention I saved myself from waiting on the long line. Another example is when I went to the Venetian hotel in Vegas I didn't ride the gondolas for $20-$30 but I still got to see them and hear them serenade. 

I don't skimp on everything though, I still love to enjoy experiences as much as possible. But I spend my money on things that are worth it instead. I've gotten full body professional massages in the Philippines for $20 before, you just have to decide what is worth it to you.

#Travel #miami #nyc #Ultra music festival #Expedia #kayak #skyscanner #google flights #travel tips #airbnb #Hostel #colloseum #venetian

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answer all those questions

this is long.... and also demanding but ok

Zodiac sign - Scorpio

3 Fears - hmm, doing bad at my job, disappointing my parents (i already do this tbh) and never being good enough

3 things I love - food, sleep n my bed

4 turns on - some touchy feely during kissing usually just does it tbh, when the other person smells goooooood, being emotionally self aware and being mean to me hehehehe

4 turns off - bad hygiene, not a lot i'm easily pleased

My best friend - omg i don't even have 1

Sexual orientation - straight

My best first date - i haven't been on many first dates smh

How tall am I - 5 ft 1

Do I have a crush - maybe x

What am I listening to right now - nothing

First thing I notice in new person - their ... face ??

Favourite style of clothing - right now i am obsessed with cardigans, blazers and knee high boots

Ever done a prank call? yeah probs

What colour of underwear I’m wearing now? none lol

Meaning behind my URL - i was obsessed with ATL when i was 14 ok

Favourite movie - matilda !!!!!

Favourite song - right now? it's blackbear @ my worst

Favourite band - uhhhh don't have 1 rn

How I feel right now - mehhhhh

Someone I love - Niall Horan

My current relationship status - single right now coz he's annoyed me x

My relationship with my parents - 6/10

Favourite holiday - probs Thailand tho I did really enjoy Florida

Tattoos and piercing i have - ears n nipple piercings

Tattoos and piercing i want - my conch and tongue :/

The reason I joined Tumblr - idk was depressed when i was 13 i guess

Do I and my last ex hate each other? i don't hate him but he probs hates me

Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? yes

Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? omg ew no i last messaged my brother

When did I last hold hands? errm like other day

How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? not long like 30 mins

Have I shaved your legs in the past three days? have i fuck it's winter

Where am I right now? in my bed

If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? no one i'll just lay on the floor

Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? depends on my mood tbh

Do I live with my Mom and Dad? yeah kinda

Am I excited for anything? to kms x

Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? ehhh

How often do I wear a fake smile? :)

When was the last time I hugged someone? gave my mum a hug yday actually

What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? do it

Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? yes

What is something I disliked about today? i really didn't enjoy my lunch

If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? NIALL HORAN

What do I think about most? usually what i'm gonna eat next for my next meal

What’s my strangest talent? i don't even have a talent

Do I have any strange phobias? not so much strange but i hate holes when theres multiple together

Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? behind omg

What was the last lie I told? i lied to my manager that i started my work and i would hand it in on friday when theres no chance xxx

Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online? phone

Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? yea and YEA

Do I believe in magic? no

Do I believe in luck? no

What was the last book I’ve read? i mean i tried

Do I have any nicknames? jess

What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? i haven't had many tbh

Do I spend money or save it? both

Can I touch my nose with a tounge? no

Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? yea

Favourite animal? love my puppers tbh

What was I doing last night at 12 AM? tik tok

What do I think is Satan’s last name is? lucifer xxx

What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? just about any disclosure song

How can you win my heart? simp to bullying levels 40/60 and you got me ... but tbh probs just make me laugh i'm easily pleased my bar is in hell

What would I want to be written on my tombstone? RIP

What is my favorite word? bants

My top 5 blogs on tumblr uhh i dunno dude

If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? nothing just simply cry

What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? if i said then someone would ask me

What is my current desktop picture? just an original apple one

Had sex? never x

Bought condoms? yes

Kissed a boy? yes

Kissed a girl? yes

Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? don't think so ?

Had job? yes

Left the house without my wallet? yes

Bullied someone on the internet? no wtf just my mates x

Had sex in public? yes

Played on a sports team? omg yeah

Smoked weed? yes

Did drugs? yes

Smoked cigarettes? yes

Drank alcohol? yes

Am I a vegetarian/vegan? TEMP

Been overweight? no

Been underweight? no

Been to a wedding? 2 this year

Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? yeah

Been outside my home country? yes

Gotten my heart broken? i don't have a heart

Broken a bone? no

Cut myself? *clown emoji*

What concerts have I been to? mmm too many

Had a crush on someone of the same sex? everyone has a same sex celeb crush

Learned another language? i already speak 2

Lost my virginity before I was 18? yes

Had oral sex? yes

Dyed my hair? yes

Rode in an ambulance? yes

Had a surgery? no

Met someone famous? no :(

Stalked someone on a social network? yes all the time

Peed outside? yes

Been rejected by a crush? no

How many kids do I want and what will be their names? 0

Was I named after anyone? no

Where do I want to live when older? somewhere thats gona bring me peace

Play any musical instrument? no

One of my scars, how did I get it? my brother once cut my hand with a meat cleaver cos we were having a knife fight

Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? no i'm an angel

What I’m really bad at - just about everything...

What my greatest achievments are - probs getting a masters degree

The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me - idk i don't wanna think it might make me sad

What I’d do if I won in a lottery - HOLIDAY

What do I like about myself - not a lot

My closest Tumblr friend - i don't have 1

Something I fantasize about - being happy :)

#are you going to come off anon