#she'll start talking to me when i have headphones on and not wait for me to pause whatever I'm listening to

[homosociallyyours]

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#i have reached the 'everything my housemate does annoys me' stage now #hate it :/// #I'm annoying too i know #but I'm used to myself #anyway here are the things that have gotten me to this point: #she had a covid exposure and was weird about taking a pcr test #she'll start talking to me when i have headphones on and not wait for me to pause whatever I'm listening to #she has to cook a lot (not annoying) and leaves her cutting board/utensils/pans out #and doesn't wipe down the counters #annnnnd #she comes up with complicated solutions to easy problems #most recent was adding a big basket behind the toilet to hold stuff that kept falling instead of just #moving stuff (flowers/a couple votives/toilet paper) from an existing shelf #OH also she washes the dishes in cold water so there's often shmutz left on them 😬 #anyway this was a vent post #i promise i have SO MANY FLAWS as a housemate and she could be loads worse #but i gotta say it somewhere

[serxinns]

The Big 3 "educational" vist

I wanted to make a part 2 of the aftermath of @lets-get-kraken-boys imagine when Big 3 found out about how Class 1a treats you cause it's so addicting and I wanna see justice!

DISCLAIMER: this concept isn't mine it goes to @lets-get-kraken-boys if you wanna read their 1st part go to here! Please go support them!

This little gift is for Kraken! I loved her fics for a long time I'm addicted to her Yandere purge and her other Yandere class 1a one-shots!

"What are you gonna do with them?"u said whipping away the rest of your tears, you looked at him with a nervous expression, at him nervously he changed back into his gentle and warm demeanor and looked at you with a smile while patting your head "Oh just a new educational lesson about how heroes in training should treat each other! We'll have to talk to Mr. Aizawa with some few arrangements tomorrow" Mirio happily said while patting your head but you swore you heard a tint of aggression in his voice "Don't worry y/n well make sure they won't do this ever again" "After all we are your senpais! It's our job to protect you!" You softly smiled at your upper classmates's words feeling much safer with them

"If it's no trouble. can you walk me to my dorms, I don't want to talk to them or even see them at the moment.." the 3 smiled at your suggestion always wanting to see your room, "Of course pumpkin! Anything for you!" Neijire took you by the hand and smiled cheerfully like a little kid eagerly waiting to get some ice cream, as the 2 of you skipped down the halls (it was mostly her skipping and you trying to match up her speed) mirio chasing the two of you down and Tamaki trying to catch up to you telling mirio and neijire to slow down worried that you might hurt yourself

When the 4 of you made it to the common room your body tensed when you heard some of your classmates like Bakugo, sero, Denki, and Kirishima all loudly yelling at their game you could even hear them roughly mashing the buttons on the controllers, Mina, hakagure, and ochako were chatting among each other and tokoyami was reading a book with headphones Mirio noticed your tensed figure and grabbed your shoulder while giving you a reassuring smile you smiled a bit mentally preparing yourself

When the 4 of you were visible in the common room the whole room became silent, they were staring tokoyami even peak a glance but your 3 upper classmates could see the jealous glances and glares Cleary ignored them and still kept walking until Mina stopped the 4 of you with a fake smile her yellow eyes staring directly at you

"Y/n! There you are we've been looking everywhere for you cmon I have a new game we can play-" "No thanks Mina maybe another time? I have studying to do" you lied praying that she fall for it "Oh cmon the next test doesn't start until next month we got all the time ! Now lets go-" she tried reaching out for your Arm, but was stopped by neijire with a stained smile

"Well it's never too late to study now, is it? The more early you study the better the grades!" She said grabbing your hand tightly the two had a staring battle for a bit until Mina cleared her throat moved out of the way and sat down in silence, the other classmates were chatting quietly among themselves

You quickly made it to your dorm relief washing over you "Thank you...I appreciated it im sorry about what happened back there with Mina whenever I tried to deny her request she would keep pushing it..." "there's no problem at all after our visit tomorrow she'll be able to back off the 1st time" Mirio joked winking at you "Now why don't you rest your little head sunshine you have school tomorrow!" You nodded before leaving Tamaki reached into his bag "Here..." he gifted you a cute plush of your favorite animal "It's for you just in case you feel scared at night" he quietly said hiding his face you thanked him by hugging him now Tamaki flinched a bit at the hug but it was enjoyable it made him feel warm and fuzzy, you said your goodnight and shut the door, you checked to see if anyone was in your room when the coast was Cleary you quickly change into your night clothes and slept hugging the plushie tightly feeling safe

Morning arrived and you woke up instead of feeling amazing that was 1st time in the past 2 months you slept soundly without any fear or discomfort that someone was watching you, you checked the halls to see that nobody was there you quickly ran into the bathroom brushing your teeth and ran back in the room quickly putting on your school uniform and ran to the classroom to avoid any of your classmates barging in and inviting you to walk with them

You sat down in your seat waiting for the others and the school to begin, after everyone was in their seat Aizawa soon got everyone's attention "Right class today we are having an important announcement with our 3rd year students please come right in" and there mirio, Tamaki, Neijire all walked in their expressions were usual mirio and neijire with their cheerful smile while Tamaki look a bit brave and confident today which surprised your classmates a bit

"Good morning class! It's a pleasure to meet you again!" Mirio said with a proud smile while the class looked at him blankly "Today we will be doing a special activity and a lesson called punishment for our actions" his kind voice darkened to a strict and scary tone which shooked the class while Tamaki and Neijire's expressions didn't change "Cause I've heard that someone has been playing unwilling games with them" Mario said as he glared at the class 1a girls especially Mina and hakagure who looked away in fear and worry but Tamaki spoke up "and not keeping our hands to ourselves" Tamaki added while glaring at Kirishima, Denki, and Sero in disappointment the 3 boys looked down to their desk in shame and fear

"And pushing others around even when they tell them to be left alone," Neijire said glare piercing at Izuku, Bakugo, and Shoto's Soul The 3 boys felt a shiver up their spine and could barely even make a noise Bakugo couldn't even protest or say anything just avoided contact and tch "and we decided to start this week all of you will be having hero training with us to remind ourselves about What we are and what we are training for even the weekends! With only 30 minutes a break a day!"

"WHAT!!!" the class soon screamed "But none of us did these things why are we getting punished!? sensei wouldn't approve of this!" Iida angrily said while chopping his hands "Actually I did since most of you were lacking a bit I think this should improve your quirk and abilities a lot consider this as a "wake up call" and no need to tell your parents they approved of this" Aizawa's smirk grew as the class was either speechless, uproar, or just looking down in shame while your senpais stood there consuming all the chaos

"Make sure you start preparing! Training starts tomorrow!" Mirio then exited the room alongside Tamaki and Niejire, not without a smirks and a petty wave from neijire

You stood there stunned your mouth was jaw opened you knew this was gonna be a long week for sure

On Tuesday and Wednesday everyone (except you) was awakened by a loud horn which was by Neijire yelling at them to wake up and get ready for hero training they got 2 extra hours of sleep and just had to do a few laps while their classmates were running until their legs left numb and if they did fell Tamaki would snatch them up with his eagle claw until pieces of their clothes fell of like buttons vest etc while you were gently picked up by Tamaki and asked if you were ok

From Thursday to Friday your classmates had to pull heavy objects (like a bus a car or anything very heavy) until their arms couldn't take it and if they stopped mirio would just ignore them and push them to pull the object harder saying "It's just an object right? You be fine" while you get to pull only a few objects of your choice and get hyped by Tamaki and Neijire while bakugo had to get a private "lesson" from Mirio

On Saturday and Sunday, there was no weekend for the class only you and it was Neijire turn oh boy she wanted to get on your disgusting students, especially the males she forced them to write 12 essays full of apologies to you about how sorry they are none stop even if their hand started to cramp while you spend the weekend with Tamaki and Mario were busy training you and making sure you're not getting yourself hurt

The next day back at school you were looking better and more confident than ever while your classmates looked like they had been dragged around like dolls they all apologized to you (even Bakugo managed to mumble it) for how they treated you

Now whenever Momo and Iida ask you to have a study session with them they walked away defeated

Dark Shadow didn't come to your room in the middle of the night heck he was kinda scarred about the hero training he gave you a sparkly card that said sorry and Tokoyami was a bit quieter for the next few days until he genuinely apologized as well

Bakugo would still tease you but not as much as he did he never degrades you for your skills or everything else just says a comment and just watches you he still tries to talk down to you but you would either just ignore or call off his bluff making him pissed

Shoto doesn't buy you as many gifts as he still does but not to the point it's very expensive if he does he tries to ask for cuddle time but you decline and he mumbles something under his breath and walks away it was awkward even

Mina and the girls don't do those games if you ever agreed to play with them it would be your favorite video/board games and Neijire is always invited (since they made a deal) so all the girls glared or even pouted at Neijire while she gets to cuddle up on you or make you be on her lap resting her head on top of yours with a smirk

Kirishima, Sero, Denki, don't pull your shirt to the point it rips but still touches your hair if you tell them to stop they'll immediately apologize now they just pat you on the back but immediately check if you are alright

Midoriya doesn't try to push you to talk with him if you have a conversation and decide to be left alone he'll completely understand and wave to you politely but deep inside he felt envy and also jealousy

You thanked the Big Three so much for their help Mirio and Neijire beamed at your smile while Tamakiface turned red hiding and his face you were just so cute! you invited them to go watch a movie as a token of your appearance which they happily accepted they were so glad they cheered their little sunshine up and they wanted it to stay that way so one day if they confess their love for you they hope to see that beautiful smile beamed up and accept their love!~

#yandere x reader #yandere bnha #yandere ua #tw obsessive behavior #yandere class 1a #yandere mha #bnha fluff #tw stalking #tw yandere #yandere big 3 #yandere mirio x reader #yandere tamaki #yandere neijire #mirio togata #tamaki amajiki #Neijire hado

[be-missed]

Not Strong Enough (Chap 5)

Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

(pictures not mine)

Summary: Jenna was visiting her mom in the hospital to drop off the food that will be eaten for the hospital party, but she met a resident surgeon and she thought "God forbid I ran into an accident, but I want her to open me and stitch me up." While the surgeon tries her best to keep her fan girling low-key.

Warning: curse words.

A/N: 5th chapter, thank you for waiting. I'll be using a different POV her, please tell me if this is better or no. Also, I think if I start using this POV, y'all need to be guessing what's inside of Jenna's (in the story) mind.

Masterlist

Chap 1 | Chap 2 | Chap 3 | Chap 4 | Chap 6

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Chap 5

"Hey, thanks for today, I really enjoyed the concert. See you around!"

You kept on reading the last text message that Jenna sent you after the concert. In the past few days, you are trying to keep your distance from the girl that you have been liking for some quite time now. After the concert, listening to the songs, it feels like you are having a revelation; you can't and you won't be the love of her life you thought.

So what you did was to be more productive than you are to stop yourself from thinking of the other girl and checking your phone. In the hospital when Jenna visits, you try to lessen your interaction and dismisses her telling that you are busy and needed in the surgery room. But one time, Jenna caught you seating in the chairs and watching a video on your phone. You didn't know that she'll go visit and unfortunately she asked around and asked what time is your break.

You were watching Melissa Barrera's 'Get To Bed With Me' YouTube video for Harper's Bazaar. "So, you are on a break, right?" You heard from your side and that got you surprised, it is Jenna's voice and you answered "Hey, I didn't know you were coming." and she chuckles and said "I came to surprise you, you were always on the go when I visit" she said and sat beside you.

You look at her whole figure intently, nothing has change, still the same chipped nail polish from the concert, same chuck taylors that she loves to wear, her headphone hanging around her neck, that necklace she wears sometimes when she is in the mood and a few rings.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry... there's a lot that's been going around here" you said with a sad smile and Jenna answered "No worries, I'm just glad I get to talk to you." and smiled at you.

Why does she need to smile like you are the softest thing that she have ever seen. "So, I just noticed, I mean I don't want to assume, because like, you know, it's not good, but I would like t you know, ask maybe, or like no, I've been meaning to tell you-" Jenna started to rumble but you held her hand and squeezed it and said "Hey you're rambling, it's ok breathe."

"Okay, I noticed that you are kinda ignoring me. You haven't replied to my message last last week, you have been ignoring me when I go here, I mean yes, we talk in facetime but you end it so quickly. I just... I miss you." Those words came out of Jenna's mouth.

She misses you. SHE MISSES YOU.

"Oh..." You started "I'm sorry if you feel like that, but I have been really really busy." You ended. But you feel like Jenna knows that you are lying to her.

"Sure, I mean, I'm sorry to bother you." Jenna said and went up to stand but you stopped her "Hey, please don't think that you're bothering me, that can never happen" and you smiled at her.

"Okay..." Jenna said and accepted your answer "So, do you have any plans for Halloween?" she asked and you answered "Yes, actually My friends and I are having a Halloween Party, just the four of us since we can't handle big events" and ended with a laugh.

"That sounds really nice, what are you dressing up?" Jenna asked you with such curiosity and you answered "Well, I'll be dressing up as Mavis from Hotel Transylvania."

Jenna took a mental note on that. The both of you heard a blaring sound and a voice said "Code Blue" and that alerted you.

"Hey, I'll be calling you, I am needed, duty calls." You said and kissed Jenna's cheeks and hugs her and you bolted out.

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"Y/N please stop walking around, please" Ava stated while you pace around the break room with you friends watching you like you were in a loop. Beatrice enters the room, kissed her wife and looked at you weirdly.

"What is happening here?" Bea asked and her wife answered, "Well your friend here kissed her little princess, IN THE CHEEK." Ava exaggerated the last words that made Bea chuckle and said "Wow, a kiss on the cheek made you like that, how about when you get to kiss her." and the wives made fun of you that made you stop from pacing.

"GUYS! This isn't even funny!" You said that made the both of them laugh even more, "Chill down Y/N, girl friends kiss each other in the cheek." Beatrice emphasize the space between girl and friends "And please calm your thoughts down, try to stay in the present and no overthink yeah." Beatrice added.

"Okay, sure sure, I will try" you sat beside them and drink your water.

"So are you ready for our Halloween Party?" Ava asked and you just nodded "Okay, I can't wait to see you in your costume."

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"TRICK OR TREAT" Those are the three words that the four of them hearing while they are having a dinner and playing monopoly.

"Damn, it's so late and there are kids outside." Ava stated as you went up and opened the door to give them candies and give them compliments for the effort that they did for their costume.

As you take your seat again "You can't blame them. I'd be walking the whole neighborhood just to get lots of candies" and rolled the dice, you moved your character that landed on boardwalk. You hollered and celebrated as you got the most expensive property in the game.

"That's not fair Y/N, you need to leave some property for us." Camila exclaimed while pouting like a little kid, "Oh stop it, you almost owned all of the land on the other side."

Beatrice gave you a house and the card for the boardwalk. Another knock on the door and a "Trick or Treat" can be heard, with a happy feeling, knowing that you'll be crashing Ava and Camila in the game, you happily get the bucket of candy and opened the door, and it stunned you.

Jenna was the one that is in front of the door, with her little cousins.

As you scanned her face, you could also see a surprised look, she probably doesn't assume that you will be the one opening the door and will be giving them the treats.

"Hey..." you said with the brightest smile, feeling like a fucking winner even if the game hasn't ended, but looking at Jenna with her orange long sleeve under a yellow jersey T-shirt, cargo shirt, and on her adidas rubber shoes. You intake in everything that is on her and she replied back with a smirk on her face "Hey back to you beautiful."

"Can I get my candies now?" You hear a littlw voice and you looked down and answered "Sure sweetie, here get anything you want" and almost gave all of the candies to Jenna's cousin.

"Whoa there, that's a lot for you miss." Jenna exclaimed seeing that you almost empty the candy bucket that you have.

"Didn't know you live around our block?" Jenna said and you answered "Oh no, this is not mine, this is actually where Ava and Beatrice lives" and scratched your head, "You wanna join our party?" you asked Jenna and she answered "Oh I would like to, but as you can see I'm tasked to bring the kids to trick or treat"

That made you sad because you won't be hanging with Jenna.

"But... I can come after we round the whole block if that's alright?" She asked and that made you smile and you answered "Sure, that's great" and you watched them walking away. The both of you shared a small wave.

As you went back to the table, you said to the group " I hope it's okay that I invited someone later?" and that made them look at you "It's just Jenna, so I hope you don't mind?"

"Wow, so now you got the guts to invite her huh? But yeah, it's okay for me, how about you my love?" Bea said and Ava nodded because her mouth is currently full with m&m.

"It's about damn time I get to meet her. I'll show her how I fucking nailed Wednesday's dance" Camila exclaimed and both you and Beatrice said "Please no."

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An hour passed and the four of you are just watching a horror film when the doorbell rang. When you opened the door, you saw Jenna standing with a wine on her hand.

"Hey you didn't need to bring something" you said and Jenna answered "I think it's good to impress your friends" and the both of you entered the living room that made the other three stare at you.

Beatrice paused the movie and Camila said "Wow, you got your whole costume planned huh?" and that made you look at her questionly.

You then scanned Jenna's costume, orange long sleeves under a yellow jersey T-Shirt, a cargo short, and a rubber shoes. That's where it clicked, SHE WAS DRESS AS JOHNNY, Mavis' husband.

"Surprise" Jenna said in a little voice and looked at you worriedly.

You bit your lips and said "Well good to see you husband." You kissed her cheeks again and pull her to the sofa to the spot where you were seated earlier and the movie continued.

"I hope it's okay" Jenna whispered and that made you look at her, you were so close to her face, the lights of the TV illuminated her face, and that just took your breath away.

"What do you mean?" You asked, a bit of perplexed on what she's asking. "I dressed up as Johnny" she said.

You thought, why would she feel sorry for dressing up as your husband, as Mavis' husband? Because what she just did for her costume, being in a couple costume with you, sent you heart beating impossibly fast that you fear it will just stop and Jenna will be seeing you body lying on the floor while your three friends are trying to perform a cpr on you.

"No worries, I kinda like how you played it off, it looks good on you." You said and if the lights were on, you will notice how the blush on Jenna's face creeps in. "You are beautiful as well Y/N" Jenna said.

"Can we please now watch" Camila said to the both of you because she is just literally seating close to the both of you, which made the both of you said your apologise quietly and sat comfortably beside each other.

The night went on, and the five of you finished two movies. Beatrice and Ava are now cleaning the living room while you clean the dining room which leaves Camila and Jenna in the living room.

Camila broke the silence and said "I really liked you on Wednesday." and that made Jenna smile and said a thank you, Camila then continued "You know, if I may, I can show you how I perfected the dance you did in the ball" Camila stands up in the middle of the living room and within a second you tackled Camila into the floor, not wanting to make Jenna feel uncomfortable since you have watched a lot of her interviews about the Wednesday dance and also you are concerned about your friend who can't really dance to save her life.

"WHAT THE FUCK Y/N" Camila exclaimed and pushed you off of her "I'm sorry, I just missed you" you answered while you are still lying on the floor.

Jenna went to you and helped you up "Are you okay?" she asked and you just nodded.

"That was not fair Y/N, I was about to show Jenna my dancing skills" Camila said with a pout on her lips, and that just made you giggle.

Jenna buts in and said "Maybe you can show me next time when we meet each other again."

But that just made your head shakes for a no, earning a few "no" that can be heard from Bea and Ava.

Finishing up and gathering your things, you said your goodbye to Ava, Bea, and Camila. Jenna by your side walking towards the street.

"Thanks for inviting me tonight" Jenna said kicking stones that got in her way.

You looked at her like a little kid, thinking it was fun to see her like this, enjoying herself and being young & free. "No problem, I love having you around and the girls have been wanting to meet you since they only got to greet you in the hospital" you said.

"Really? I'm glad to hear that. I also enjoyed spending time with them" She said.

Walking a few more streets and you were nearing Jenna's house. No small talks were made, only the noise of the neighborhood can be heard and your small hums.

Jenna the breaks the silence "I just noticed that you always invite me to do something while I just go and say yes."

"Well, I like hanging out with you" you answered, because it is true. You know for yourself that even if you don't have any feelings for Jenna, you would enjoy her company.

"How about if you come to our Family dinner next time, sounds good?" Jenna suggested and it surprised you. How come you got invited to a Family Dinner and that made you super shy because you will gonna be surrounded with Jenna's family and you were scared that they will not like you. But then you reminded yourself to calm down and live on the now.

"Uhmm sure, if that's okay with your family, I don't want to intrude" you answered and Jenna smiled and said "Oh trust me they would love you there, my mom was also planning in inviting you, she said you are like a daughter to her"

Wow, Natalie has plans on inviting you, that was the first time you heard that. You know that you and Natalie have this bond and you feel so treasured and loved, thinking that Natalie thought of you more like her daughter.

Stepping in front of the Ortega's front door, you and Jenna faced each other earning a sweet smile on both of your faces.

"Thank you for tonight" Jenna said.

That moment, this moment, you were so sure that you wanted to kiss Jenna, you are thinking, you have stopped yourself many times to not kiss her so maybe this is a good chance to let go and just kiss her. Live on the now, you think. Your heart beating loud and you try to block the negative thoughts.

So one of your hand went into Jenna's side, you were slowly leaning in, waiting for a movement from the other girl to pull away and you felt none, so you persisted and you felt that Jenna was also leaning in, placing her hands into your shoulder.

A flashing of lights and a honk is heard that broke you apart. The windows rolled down and you saw Jenna's dad waving, getting down the car and going towards the both of you.

"Hey girls, hope I'm not interrupting something?" said and hugged Jenna and looked at you.

You introduced yourself "Good evening Sir, I'M Y/N, Jenna's friend and Natalie's co-worker.' and stretched your hand to shake his hand which he did shake and exclaimed "So you are who's Jenna is talking about, huh?"

Jenna nudged her father "Dad, please stop" which made her father laugh and said "Well, if you are hungry you can go inside and dig in." and leave the both of you outside again.

You broke the silence and said "Well, I'm gonna go home" you take Jenna's hand and kissed the back of it, "Good night my husband" You said with a teasing smile referring to Jenna's costume and you started to walk down their front yard.

Jenna then said "Good night to you my wife, call me when you're home" and blow you a kiss which you catch and kept it in your pocket that made Jenna laugh.

And that maybe was the greatest Halloween that you could have ever have in you whole life.

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Chap 6

A/N: an update, hope this was good. Thanks for reading!

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #fanfic #fiction #jenna ortega imagine

[itspbandjellytime]

The Assistant [Hailee Steinfeld x Fem!Reader] - Chapter 1

Plot: Y/N Waldorf is fresh out of college and her first job is being Hailee Steinfeld's personal assistant, but what Y/N doesn't know is that Hailee is hiding a huge secret from the general public and from her, as her assistant.

Notes: This is a multi-chapter fic, you can also read this on wattpad under the same username "itspbandjellytime". This fanfic is also going to contain NSFW themes in the near future, so if you're under the age of 18 please don't read this. Thank you!

Word count: 1.5k words

[Y/N's POV]

My name is Y/N Waldorf, I am 21 years old and I live in Seattle, Washington, and I just graduated from college a few months ago. After four gruesome years of this course that I didn't like, I am finally free and I get to choose what job I'll have in the future since this is America and it's a free country after all. I got to say College was mentally challenging, but it was worth it after all and I got my degree, which I will probably never use in the future.

My parents, are real estate brokers and they were high school sweethearts. But they're not your typical high school sweethearts where one is a football player and the other is the girl next door, my parents were a bunch of nerds who fell in love and gave birth to two girls. I am the youngest and my sister Kelly, is the eldest. 

If I can talk about their reaction to me graduating college, all I can say is that they were happy that I finished college after ranting to them I want to drop out every five seconds. However they have been bugging me for months to get a job which is annoying at first but I manage to get used to them bothering me at 3 in the morning to get one which I have- well had. I told my parents I've been working at the coffee shop somewhere in our local town, but they told me to get a PROPER job, a job that can pay me well and can give me money to support myself. As if the job at the coffee shop didn't support me when I was in college which it did for some time, I quit my job at the coffee shop a few weeks ago and now I am scouring the internet for a job.

My eyes start to hurt from staring at the screen of my laptop way too long, scrolling through countless job hunting websites, my ears start to hurt as well from the headphones I am wearing and blasting out my playlists as I look for the said job. I start to slowly give up at this point and start to overthink about my life choices until I was on the verge of tears, when all of a sudden I saw something that says: "Urgent! In need of a Personal Assistant, please contact Laura McKinnon." along with her details. I was skeptical at first when I saw the advertisement, I am fully aware about the scams happening which leads to people being in very life threatening circumstances. But with a quick google search, I realized that she works as a talent manager and she's based in California, I feel like this is also a sign from God at the same time. I immediately typed down her e-mail address and sent my resume to Laura, hoping for the best and I don't get scammed.

A few days have passed, I've been checking my e-mail almost everyday to see if I get a word from Laura which I did. According to the E-mail I sent, I am scheduled to have an interview with her via. Zoom the next day. The next day arrived and I was interviewed by Laura through Zoom, once the interview concluded she told me she'll contact me again once I get the job or not. I waited and waited, day and night for a response from Laura. I was desperate to get this job that I started to go to church almost everyday, I was religious for an entire week basically.

One day, while I was in a middle of a run just to count my steps in and getting my blood pumping, my phone starts to ring. I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and answered the call from an anonymous number "Hello?" I spoke, panting and catching my breath "Hello is this Y/N Waldorf?" The person asked, the sound of the person's voice sounded sweet, feminine, and had a valley girl accent. 

I furrow my brows, checking my surroundings before speaking "Yes, who is this?" I asked.

"This is Laura McKinnon, from the office of Hailee Steinfeld. I am just here to inform you that you got the job as Hailee Steinfeld's personal assistant." Laura said, hold on... Did she say Hailee Steinfeld? Like... THE Hailee Steinfeld?!? I get to work as Hailee Steinfeld's personal assistant?!? I tend not to freak out in the middle of the street knowing I am gonna be a part of Hailee's team. I've looked up to Hailee since I first saw The Edge of Seventeen for the first time and I never looked back since, she is also the reason why I am into women and met one of my closest friends, Jackie.

"Miss Waldorf? Are you still on the line?" Laura asks me, I snapped back to reality and stammered for a bit to find words "Uhm... Yes. Sorry, I was distracted." I responded, chuckling nervously.

"It's all good Miss Waldorf, anyways you will be starting next week. I know you are based in Washington, but if you have any associates around the Los Angeles area, you can stay with them." Laura told me, all did was respond with a nod and a smile on my face "Yes... I will do that, thank you so much." I said as Laura ended the call.

After my run, I headed straight to my apartment and called up my bestfriend Jackie, I know it's crazy that I am calling my internet friend before my parents who have been bugging me to get a proper job. I met Jackie through our shared interest and love for Hailee Steinfeld, thanks to the website "Twitter", I was blabbering about Hailee on the site as usual and then she asked if we can be mutuals on that site  and we have been inseparable ever since also Jackie lives in Los Angeles around West Hollywood so I can crash at her place. 

"Jackie!" I said with a proud tone, running around my apartment like I am a dog who just got the zoomies. 

"Y/N/N! Hey, what's up?" Jackie asks me, I settle down on the couch and clear my throat. 

"Girl guess what?" I ask her, I cant contain my excitement as a huge grin forms on my face.

"What?" She asks me back.

"I got a job!" I exclaimed, not telling her what my job is and who I work for just yet to build the suspense.

"No way, congrats girlie! What job?" Jackie asks.

I clear my throat again, a smirk forms on my face "Personal assistant." I confidently say.

"For?"

"Hailee Steinfeld." I responded, giggling like a teenage girl. I heard Jackie scream on the other line, causing me to laugh at her response "Yes, I am being serious Jackie. And I need to crash at your place." I told her.

"Oh my God sure, you are free to stay at my place... holy shit... You bagged a good job." Jackie compliments me and all I can do is laugh.

"It's insane, I know." I said, smiling "I start next week, and I gotta tell my parents about it as well." I added.

"Well you better tell them, girl." Jackie encouraged me, I can tell that she's leaning against a wall and smiling with her phone on her hand.

"Of course, I'll tell them and I will drive by there tomorrow." I said, ending my call with Jackie.

I told my parents about the job that I got, their reactions were positive and they supportive of me moving from Washington to California the next day. But my grandparents are huge conspiracy theorist believers, they start to talk about random things about the entertainment industry and my parents just shook their heads and told me to ignore them and enjoy my job. And in the words of my mother, she told me that this job is a once in a life time opportunity and I should savor every moment. Which I will, cause I have a feeling that working with your idol will be one of the best experiences I will have in my life time.

I spent the entire day packing my things for California, and It's a good thing that my sister, Kelly is down to look after and live in my apartment for the mean time. I love my sister, I would die for her. 

The next day, I finally left Washington and headed to California. I decided to take my car and drive, it feels like a road trip with yourself and it's very therapeutic. I suggest that you try it, I spent the entire road trip blasting out Taylor Swift, eating convenient store food, sleeping in my car in empty parking spots. 

The trip lasted for 17 hours, and 17 hours later I arrived in sunny Los Angeles. The last time I was in Los Angeles was when I was 15, when I first met Jackie and we saw Hailee live when she opened Charlie Puth. I took time to look around the surroundings as I drove to where Jackie lives, a smile forms on my face and it made me realize that this will be the start of a new chapter of my life and I hope this one will never end.

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Chapter 77 - Mari's burden

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While Elin was still sleeping soundly in her new cot, holding her doll close to her, Halima and Mattias set off for the orphanage. They had told her the previous evening that they would both be out of the house for about two hours in the morning and then go to school together. At least if Elin finally agreed. But the little girl was overjoyed with her new room and had hugged them both tightly after looking around and curiously touching many of the things here.

          As usual, a few children were playing outside the orphanage when the general entered with his fiancée, who was hitched to him, and headed straight for the matron's office. Liv was sitting at her desk, engrossed in reading some documents.

          Mattias cleared his throat discreetly after they had both stood there waiting for a few seconds. Liv raised her head and smiled at them.

          “Hello, Halima … General Mattias. I wasn't expecting you two today and thought you might be coming to story time with Elin on Friday.”

          “Hello, Liv,” Halima began, “We're here because there's news—,” “—and we want to sign the adoption documents,” Mattias continued. “Good morning, Liv.”

          Liv looked a little surprised at first, but then smiled again, this time beaming with joy.

          “I knew you'd love the little one from the start, but please have a seat.” Liv made an inviting gesture to the two chairs in front of her table. “I'm so glad that you want to adopt her now and, as I've already heard in town, you've become very good new parents for her and Elin feels very comfortable with you.”

          “Yes, indeed she does. Even in the bakery, people ask me about her from time to time and what nice things I'm planning to do with her that day. Mr. Oddvar is always happy to see her when she comes to his library with Olaf.”

          Then Halima began to talk about everything she had already discussed with Mattias and that they were going to visit the school with her today.

          “Oh, I'm sure she'll feel very comfortable there soon, you two shouldn't worry about that. But I hope the first impression today will make Elin curious and she'll agree,” Liv replied.

          “We hope so too, but we think this step is simply necessary now and we both, Destin and I, have to work during the day,” Halima explained. “Once she's settled in and maybe even made some new friends, things will be a lot easier for all of us.”

          Liv nodded, “That's true, especially after you two get married. Has the date been set yet?”

          Halima and Mattias looked at each other and he took her hand. “Next year, Liv, after the queen's official wedding. Maybe a week or so after that. We'll see … won't you, darling?”

          “I wish you the best of luck! Now, shall we all get down to business and sign the document?”

~~~

When they both returned to Halima's house, Elin was already awake, sitting outside on the steps to the open front door and taking a hearty bite of a large apple.

          “Hello, Elin, here we are again,” Halima called, waving, and the little girl immediately got up to run towards her.

          “And we have very good news, Elin,” Mattias added as Halima hugged her, waving a sheet of parchment in front of her.

          Elin looked up. “What is it?”

          “We became your new parents this morning when we signed the adoption contract at Liv's earlier,” Mattias replied, “and it's official, little one!”

          Halima knelt down in front of Elin and looked her lovingly in the eyes. “Hello, my dear and clever daughter, you can finally call us Mama and Papa!”

          Elin's face lit up and Halima gave her a kiss on the cheek. When Mattias knelt down and stroked her hair tenderly, the girl hugged them both.

          “I'm so happy…” She looked them both lovingly in the eyes in turn. “… Mama and Papa!”

~~~

On the way to the harbour, Elin ate the rest of the apple and looked at her mother, wondering what she should do with the rest. She didn't dare just throw the apple core on the street, because the little girl hadn't missed the fact that the whole town was always so clean and, apart from horse manure, there was never anything lying around.

          “Give me that, Elin, we can throw the rest of the apple in the grass over there, I'm sure it will rot very quickly. But you took good care, I'm proud of you,” said Halima.

          “Who actually cleans up everything that the horses drop?” asked Elin as she placed the core house in her open hand.

          “There are people whose job it is to keep everything in the city clean,” she replied. “Every morning, these people drive through the streets with a cart and collect these horse apples. That's what the previous king and queen decided back then.”

          “Horses … apples?” Elin asked in astonishment.

          “Agnarr ordered that back then, Halima?” asked Mattias afterwards.

          “The horses' manure is called that, my dear Elin. By the way, even I sometimes collect it from the street as fertiliser for my cold frames in the garden,” she replied, leaning down to Elin with a smile, then turned to Mattias, “I think that was more Queen Iduna's decision, Destin. ”

          They both nodded thoughtfully.

          Then they reached the junction to the school and could already hear the laughter of the children playing on the small arched bridge, trying to catch a fish with a thin rope and a hook. They didn't pay any attention to Elin, they were so busy, but Elin watched the children playing all the more. She looked at them curiously as they walked past until they entered the classroom.

          The teacher was sitting at her desk in front of a large blackboard on the wall behind her and there were low tables with a chair in front of them all around the room. On each one were a few books, sheets of paper and writing utensils. On the walls were colourful drawings and various other illustrations. Elin looked around curiously and leafed through one of these books while her parents went to the teacher and spoke to her.

          “Elin, will you come here? The teacher would like to meet you,” Halima called out after a while.

          Elin closed the book and walked slowly to the front. She and the teacher, who was still quite young and pretty too, as Elin thought, looked at each other curiously until the girl stopped in front of the table.

          “Hello, Elin, I'm Mrs Halverson and I'm the teacher at this school,” she greeted and Elin returned a somewhat shy 'hello'.

          Mrs Halverson smiled and said, “You don't need to be afraid, Elin. Your adoptive parents told me you came from the orphanage and would like to go to school? Well, I'm very happy about that and I'm sure the other children will be too, when they have a new playmate and can learn together with her. At the moment there's a break before lessons start, but of course you don't have to decide straight away. Or you could just sit over there by the window and listen to everything. Well, what do you think?”

          Elin didn't say anything back and instead looked up questioningly at Halima, who put a hand on her shoulder encouragingly. “Answer the teacher yourself, Elin.”

          “Well … I'm curious, but I'd like my parents to stay there too. Is that possible?”

          “Well, normally parents aren't allowed to be here during lessons, Elin. Hmm … Could you leave us alone for a few minutes? You can go outside and watch the other children while we talk, yes?”

          Elin nodded and strolled towards the entrance.

          When she was gone, Mrs Halverson asked about her background, her age and whether she could read and write. Halima and Mattias took it in turns to tell her everything in brief, as they didn't want to keep the little girl waiting too long. Besides, the lesson would start in a quarter of an hour. Mrs Halverson was moved by Elin's story and promised to take good care of her if she became her new pupil.

          Halima then brought the girl back and teacher Halverson suggested that she should sit at the last table by the window. From there, she would certainly get a better impression of everything if she simply pretended to be part of the class. Mrs Halverson would explain it to the students and was very curious to see everyone's reactions.

          When Elin had taken her seat, Halima and Mattias stood next to her for a moment before they were about to leave.

          “Elin, we'll stay close by and have a coffee at Oakens near the harbour. Afterwards, we'll pick you up again in an hour or so, all right? You really don't need to be afraid if you're here on your own for a while. I'm sure it will be very interesting and you don't have to take part in the lessons yourself yet, just watch and listen,” said Halima

          “But you have to promise me one thing, my little girl,” Mattias added and laughed. “Try to have fun!”

          Elin nodded several times, said “I will!” and waved to them as they disappeared through the entrance. Shortly afterwards, a bell rang somewhere and one by one many children poured in. They all eyed the new pupil curiously before sitting down at their desks after greeting the teacher and opening the chapter in their books announced by Mrs Halverson. Elin also had one on her table and followed the example of the others.

          And so began Elin's first trial school day.

~~~

Kristoff enjoyed the voyage on the Draba, especially looking after Sven, who was a little nervous about taking a long sea voyage on rough seas for the first time. Kristoff wondered what Anna was doing right now, and he bet that with winter approaching and the annual events in Arendelle at this time of year, she might be planning the upcoming competitions in the capital. He thought back to his ice carving competition with Anna and Elsa, and then a brilliant idea suddenly came to his mind as he remembered his conversation with Anna under the old willow tree before they unleashed their deepest passion.

          She had told him what King Agnarr did to propose to his loved girl, Iduna, presenting her with a self-carved love spoon. Kristoff was a little sad because he had missed the opportunity to do the same for Anna because of the emergency wedding a few days ago. It was a little late, of course, but as a special gift it would still make Anna very happy; he thought, so better late than never. He could carve it now, here on the ship, right now!

          He grinned. All he needed now was a piece of wood and that was certainly available from one of the carpenters here on the ship. He had his jackknife in his boot and two days at sea should be enough to make the spoon. Actually, twice as many days, because the return journey was still ahead of him; he corrected himself.

          “Sven, I'm just going below deck to see one of the carpenters. I've just had a great idea for a present for Anna. I'll be right back.”

          Sven looked after him and then put his head back on his front legs to continue dozing.

          The carpenter was a little taken aback by Kristoff's desire, but he couldn't refuse His Highness such a request. So he sawed off a suitably large piece from one of the spare beams intended for the mizzen boom and handed it to Kristoff.

          Back on deck, Kristoff visualised the shape and immediately began to carve the first rough outlines on the wood. Not so easy when you've never done anything like this before; he mused, but he was confident and preferred to work slowly and accurately.

          Kristoff was so focussed on his work that he didn't even notice the tip of his tongue playing at the corner of his mouth, causing one of the sailors walking past to grin broadly.

~~~

At the same time, on an Arendelle road …

          Elsa, Anna and Mari were sitting in a royal carriage on the way to the royal Summerhus, where the two sisters had spent many summers with their parents when they were young. It was Anna who had made the suggestion and Elsa had enthusiastically agreed. Mari was to be one of the few people outside the royal family ever to be invited there today and she was very honoured accordingly.

          “We've never picked mushrooms there before, but if my memory serves me right, the woods there were full of them,” Anna said, explaining her choice of picking location.

          “Yes, I think you're right. Mama and Papa have certainly collected mushrooms there too, I'm almost sure of it,” said Elsa, trying to remember how they used to play explorers with Anna in the big forest, at some point convinced they were lost and then climbed a tree to find their bearings. In the end, they saw their parents sitting in the grass of a large meadow just a stone's throw away, having a picnic. Elsa had to giggle as she recalled this scene.

          “What are you laughing about?” asked Anna, “I want to be able to laugh with you.”

          Elsa told her and Anna grinned. “Oh yes, it was funny how surprised we were back then, thinking we'd never find our way back.”

          “I was afraid that our parents would be angry with us if they had to look for us.”

          “Maybe even in the middle of the night,” Anna imagined and Elsa nodded.

          Mari hadn't said much so far and the sisters realised this almost simultaneously. They both looked at her, who was looking out of the carriage window opposite them, but her gaze revealed that she wasn't looking at the passing scenery, but seemed to be somewhere else entirely, thinking about something that was perturbing her a lot.

          “Are you all right, Mari? You look so … I don't know … almost scared?” Anna asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

          Mari's head jerked to the side and she looked clearly caught off guard.

          Now Elsa was worried too. “You do have something, Mari,” she said with her eyebrows furrowed and leant forward a little. “It's plain to see.”

          Mari looked at them both in turn and then sighed, “Yes, it's true. I'm actually very worried and even very terrified about it.”

          “What is it that worries you so much?” Elsa asked curiously and Anna added, “Is there anything we can do to help?”

          “I don't think so and that really annoys me, because I'm probably all alone with this problem and no one is able to help me out of it. A miracle would have to happen!”

          “So now you've really unsettled us both. Do you want to talk about it or at least hint at what it's all about?” Elsa asked with a worried undertone and gently placed a hand on Mari's knee opposite her.

          She looked at her seriously, determined to help in whatever way she could, because Mari was a good friend to both of them. Anna in particular was very close to her, who now had an equally serious expression on her face and, listening attentively, waited for Mari's explanation.

          “All right … I'll tell you, but please take this seriously, because that's what it is for me and it really isn't a joke.” Mari had to swallow before she continued with quivering lips. “Father wants me to…,” she had to pause for a moment because her emotions were starting to boil up again. She took a deep breath and then spilled the beans. “Father wants to marry me off … to some prince or other profitable suitor.”

          “Wait, what?” Anna blurted out, completely taken aback, and Elsa's mouth fell open.

          “Yes, it's true. As princess, I am the heir to the throne and therefore obliged to act for the good of the kingdom and … its profit,” she spat out the last word, “to take a prince from another kingdom as my husband. Father is firmly convinced that Vesterland needs a male heir to the throne after me. And I … shall bear him.”

          The sisters were too perplexed and shocked to answer immediately. Instead, they could only stare at Mari.

          “Does she really have to, Elsa?” Anna asked, looking helplessly at her sister.

          “I don't know, Anna, I'd say other kingdoms, other rules … maybe.”

          “But that's so unfair,” said Anna, shaking her head in a tone of conviction.

          “Yes, exactly, I think so too, Anna! Just because Father thinks he can decide that just like that … without any warning. We're not living in the days of the founding fathers, are we?” Mari replied, a tear rolling down her cheek.

          Anna immediately sat down next to her, gave her a comforting hug and looked over at Elsa. “There just has to be a solution, doesn't there, sis?”

          “Who does your father have in mind? Which prince from which kingdom?” Elsa asked instead.

          “I don't know his name and I don't know what he looks like. All I know is that it's probably a powerful kingdom and he's one of thirteen heirs,” Mari replied.

          The sisters froze and Mari could feel it clearly in Anna's suddenly tense hand on her shoulder. Mari looked at her shocked face.

          “What…?” she asked.

          “The southern isles … a Westergaard!” Anna then blurted out. “Oh my God!”

          Elsa's features had hardened at Mari's revelation and she pinched her lips together until they were just a line.

          “We will seek and find a solution, Mari, be sure! Having a Westergaard prince in the immediate vicinity of Arendelle as the new king of Vesterland is simply unacceptable! We have a say in that too,” said Elsa quietly, but with deep conviction.

          “If it's Hans, then even more so …,” Anna murmured quietly with her head bowed.

          “Hans? You know one of them, Anna?” Mari asked in astonishment, wiping a tear from her face.

          “Oh yes, Mari, we both know him. Four and a half years ago, he wanted to kill us and take the throne of Arendelle by himself!” Elsa replied angrily.

          “He almost succeeded,” added Anna.

          “Hans was thrown into the brig of the next ship after his failed coup and banished from Arendelle. Since then, we have severed all trade relations with the southern isles. Perhaps I should have let him freeze into a block of ice back then …”

          “But then there would have been war, sis. No matter what he tried to do to us,” Anna replied and Elsa nodded.

          Mari had looked open-mouthed at both of them in turn and was more than just amazed at how much the sisters had to say about it and what a terrible experience they'd had.

          “You can't trust a Westergaard, Mari, and we'll do everything in our power to convince your father and put a little pressure on him if necessary. But either way, I hope there is another way to convince King Jonas not to inflict such a fate on you. I'll look into it and investigate as soon as we get back to the castle tonight. I promise, Mari!”

          “And I'll help you with that, Elsa,” Anna said firmly, planting a fist in her side.

          “Thank you both. But now tell me what happened back then. I want to know everything!” said Mari and grabbed the sisters' hands.

~~~

As promised, Mattias and Halima picked Elin up from school an hour later.

          “So, how was the class, little girl? Did you like it?” asked Mattias, after taking one of Elin's hands and Halima's other to walk the girl home between them.

          “Yes, it was very interesting and I had a lot of fun. The other children have … homework from Miss Halverson and they have to draw a picture at home until next time.”

          “Oh, that makes me very happy, Elin,” Halima said with a smile and gave Mattias a meaningful sideways glance. “What kind of picture do you want it to be?”

          “How we imagine the future. I also got a note for you from the teacher,” Elin replied, briefly letting go of her new dad's hand and pulling a folded piece of paper out of the sleeve of her dress to give to Halima. She then took Mattia's hand again and smiled. “I want you to get me some things.”

          “Wait, does that mean you've decided to go to school now?” he asked in amazement.

          “Yes, I think so. The other children have been friendly to me too and some around me have even whispered curious questions to me during lessons about who I am and stuff.”

          Halima smiled broadly and Mattias nodded in approval. “See, I told you, it's all half as bad. I'm happy for you.”

          “And so am I,” Halima added and they both felt the girl's handshake increase in wordless acknowledgement, while Elin again made little leaps of joy between them.

~~~

Once everyone was home, they explained to the girl that they both had to work now, but would be back in the late afternoon. At least Halima would. Mattias reckoned it would be a longer day, but promised to be back for dinner at the latest.

          Elin had no problem with this and hurried to her room to start on the mentioned painting straight away.

          Halima and Mattias briefly discussed who would get the school supplies on the note and then they said goodbye with a kiss and a happy hug over Elin's decision.

          While Halima made a small diversions to run errands before starting her workday at Hudson's Hearth, Mattias headed to the castle. Today he wanted to organise the arrests of the three war criminals. He hoped that they had not yet suspected anything and that the witness was safe, as Fabian had assured him.

          They'll make eyes at him, he thought to himself as he crossed the castle bridge.

          Shortly afterwards, Captain Einar was briefed and three teams of guards were formed to arrest all three simultaneously if possible. One of them was to find out the whereabouts of each of them unnoticed before they struck.

          It ended up being easier than expected, as all three war criminals were sitting together in a tavern having lunch.

~~~

“What do you mean it's going to be cramped in the dungeon now?” Mattias asked the captain after his comment. “Surely there's enough room for three people, even if not too much.”

          “Four, General, we've already had a suspect in there for five days who is under interrogation on suspicion of aiding and abetting treason.”

          “Another one? Why don't I know anything about this? Who is it?”

          Einar explained to him and also that unfortunately nothing could be proven against him so far. “I want to soften him up and put him under pressure,” he added. “I have strong doubts about his excuses so far and he's very cunning in proclaiming his innocence.”

          “I see,” Mattias mused. “Perhaps that will help when Monrad's brother Albert realises what company he suddenly finds himself in in the small cell. An innocent man would protest and want out immediately. But if he is guilty and the accusations against him are correct, then perhaps he will chat, because he is likely to feel quite uncomfortable in the presence of three soldiers of the Crown. They are facing trial and have nothing to lose now. For their loyalty to the royal house, the three of them even walked over a dead body by executing the enemy in the most brutal manner.”

          “Perhaps the guard who brings Albert his food every day should drop a note to that effect,” mused Einar.

          “Excellent idea and definitely worth a try, Captain Einar. That's how we do it.”

~~~

“Lunch, prisoner!” said one of the two guards to Monrad's brother after the other had loudly unlocked the door to the cell and was now holding it wide open for him.

          He placed the tray next to the prisoner on the cot and Albert once again wrinkled his nose at the sight. The food wasn't bad, but it was very simple and lovelessly prepared. He knew Olina's cooking skills from his visits during the wine delivery and the tasting by Kai. But the dish on the tray had definitely been prepared by someone else and was not at all to Albert's discerning palate.

          “You'll have high-ranking company today, Albert, and you'll have to make some room, because there are three soldiers of the crown and even a veteran officer among them,” the guard remarked, grinning mischievously.

          “What are they being accused of?” Albert asked, seemingly calmly and with an inconspicuous expression on his face, but a slight panic rose up inside him. Was this a dirty trick by Einar? For the life of him, Albert couldn't imagine why these three and an officer among them would end up with him in the dungeon.

          “What are they accused of? Phew … they're here for a war crime. They allegedly brutally tortured an enemy at the Misty Pass and then hung him from a tree until he was dead. They're not to be trifled with if that's true, that's for sure. You'd better eat up quickly, because they're about to be brought down.”

          The guard made room for a third guard, who manoeuvred another cot in, then loudly slammed it on the floor and kicked it against the wall before leaving the cell again with an annoyed look on his face. Albert swallowed and could only stare in bewilderment.

          “Have fun,” the guard said with a grin as he walked out and slammed the door behind him.

          He was now alone again, but he had lost his appetite after this announcement. If this guy told the three new arrivals that he was here on suspicion of aiding and abetting treason, then his worries were justified. The colour slowly drained from his face.

~~~

Kristoff's stomach rebelled when, unexpectedly for him, the Draba ran into rapidly increasing, heavy swells near the dark sea. The ship swayed and plunged in and out of wave troughs at steep angles. Spray splashed over the railing, submerging the entire deck in a matter of seconds. It wasn't a real thunderstorm, but the wind and the whipped-up waves were still strong enough to frighten an inexperienced passenger.

          The sailors had their hands full lashing the equipment to the deck, adjusting the rigging to the weather conditions and holding on tight so that they weren't washed overboard. It was enough to make you sick just watching.

          Normally Kristoff had no problems travelling by ship, but this was a voyage on the high seas and in notoriously treacherous waters. Sven was just as bad, if not worse, than Kristoff felt at the moment, as he could clearly see. He had stowed his carving under his gakti and was now helping Sven to his feet. Then he called for help to get the reindeer to safety below deck. He couldn't do it alone and twice it threw them both off their feet.

          “You shouldn't have waited so long to go below deck, Your Highness. The weather can change extremely quickly on the high seas,” said a sailor who rushed to help and now called for more sailors. Sven vomited with a heart-rending, wailing sound and Kristoff unfortunately couldn't do much to help him. It literally tore at his heart to see Sven like this. Kristoff therefore wrapped his arms around the reindeer's neck and tried to calm him down somehow.

          Luckily for Kristoff and Sven, the companionway below deck was only a few steps away and after a few minutes of joint effort, five of them got Sven down to safety.

          Of course, the ups and downs were just as noticeable below deck, only here you didn't get a constant shower of salt water. Nevertheless, the water dripped and sloshed in near the stairs. In contrast to the massive figure of the reindeer, Kristoff could at least climb into a hammock, which made the rocking a little more comfortable. However, Sven slid back and forth on the planks with every violent movement of the ship and of course couldn't hold on to anything like a human, and it was just as impossible for him to climb into one of those hanging mats. But Kristoff wouldn't be Kristoff if he cared more about his friend than himself.

          So he got some ropes from the end of the sleeping deck as quickly as possible and secured Sven as best he could. He then lay down next to him and talked him through it.

          Sven looked at him pitifully but also gratefully, because Kristoff wasn't leaving him alone right now.

          Kristoff hoped it would all be over soon and his whole body shivered from the cold of the icy water that had soaked him on the unprotected deck. He grabbed a couple of blankets from two hammocks nearby, rubbed Sven dry as best he could and then undressed himself to wrap himself in the dry, warm fabric. Kristoff was used to the cold in the mountains, especially when harvesting ice, but icy cold water that seemed to penetrate to the bone was new to him and made his teeth chatter.

~~~

The sisters hadn't been back to their parents' Summerhus for what felt like an eternity. Too much had happened in recent years and they hadn't had time to look after it and reminisce about old memories. At least a trusted person from the nearby small village came around a few times a month, kept the house clean and tidy and stoked the stove in winter so that everything didn't freeze. There was also always a forester nearby who acted as a guard and regularly patrolled the neighbourhood.

          While Elsa and Anna recounted their tiresome experiences with one of the Westergaards royals to Mari, who was very curious for good reason, the carriage bumped along winding forest paths, not far from the capital, past tall conifers and increasingly mountain spruce as the terrain became higher. The unmistakable scent of scattered cedars wafted in through the window and Elsa remembered very well that her mother loved that smell as she inhaled deeply and smiled.

          At some point they passed through a tiny village, drove past a small, traditionally built stave church onto the market square and shortly afterwards over bumpy cobblestones that wound their way up to the Summerhus. The coachman drove in a semi-circle up to the entrance and shouted a loud “Brr” as a command for the horses to stop. They gave a grateful snort as the carriage came to a halt.

          “We're here,” Elsa announced, still smiling.

          “Here again at last,” Anna added, “after so many years.” She looked cheerfully at her sister and Elsa nodded knowingly.

          They heard the coachman jump off the trestle, then the sound of him folding down the side steps and finally he opened the door for his royal passengers to alight.

          “Our honoured guest first, please,” Elsa said to Mari and pointed outside with an inviting gesture.

          Mari nodded curtly and got out first.

          The sight was not quite what she had expected, for the Summerhus was a log cabin built entirely of sturdy wooden beams, with bright red decorations and a roof completely covered in sod, leaving only the brick chimney protruding.

          All around stood squat spruce trees and in front of the entrance was a mown meadow where they now stood. But the fact that this was the royal summer residence was unmistakable. The front door was adorned with a relief of Arendelle's emblem and the crocus symbol was emblazoned on a wooden semicircle directly above it. The Summerhus looked very cosy and rustic with its mullioned windows and the flower boxes in front of it. Mari couldn't help but smile.

          “I like your Summerhus,” she said as the sisters stood next to her and the coachman audibly closed the door behind them. “It looks so …”

          “… cosy?” Anna added with a grin and Mari nodded.

          “Yes, it does indeed. It's a lovely refuge.”

          “Well, let's go inside and make ourselves comfortable before we go into the forest to collect,” said Elsa, who was already holding the front door key in her hands.

          At that moment, an elderly man came out of the forest, who turned out to be the forester who regularly passed by the house.

          He greeted everyone in a friendly manner and gave the sisters a brief report of what had happened so far. But there was nothing serious to report, because apart from a few animals sneaking around the house in search of food, only two travellers had passed by a few weeks ago and peered curiously through the windows. However, he kindly asked them to move on. After his report, he said goodbye again and disappeared into the forest.

          Elsa unlocked the entrance and pushed the heavy door inwards. When she touched it, another memory immediately flashed through Elsa's mind: when she and Anna were little, they always had to push this thick door open in pairs because it was too heavy for one girl alone. She paused for a moment and felt Anna's hand on her shoulder. Elsa looked at her smiling face.

          “I've just remembered that too, Elsa. There are a lot of memories waiting for us in there.”

          Inside, everything was dark and only the light from the entrance illuminated the living room with its central table. The sisters first opened the windows to fold the shutters outwards and let in a little more light. Elsa then lit the oil lamps and Anna took care of the large fireplace. There was still plenty of wood and so it only took a few minutes for her to get the fire going. A cosy warmth immediately spread through the cold room and it instantly became more comfortable.

          Everything looked just as the sisters remembered it, nothing seemed to be missing or had been rearranged. It was as if they had left the house only yesterday and just as clean, only many, many years had passed. They looked at each other meaningfully and while Mari looked around curiously, Elsa and Anna did what they always did first back then. They each lit a candle by the fire and hurried upstairs to their child's room under the gable.

          Here, too, everything was just as they had left it. With a tiny difference. Their two favourite dolls, which were usually in the little toy chest next to Elsa's bed, were now lying on the pillows of their beds. They both put their candles in the holders on the little table next to them and lifted their dolls up.

          “Oh, Elsa, if only Mama and Papa were here now,” Anna said quietly and tears began to gather in her eyes as she held her stuffed double to her chest.

          Elsa went to her and took her in her arms.

          “I miss her so much too, Anna,” she said softly in her ear and the image of the figure from the shipwreck stole into her mind, but she immediately suppressed it with narrowed eyes and focussed on her younger sister's feelings again.

          “I remember that time so well and somehow it feels like Mama is downstairs in the kitchen right now, making tea for us and about to call upstairs 'Tea's ready, are you two coming?'. She tried to imitate Iduna's voice and Elsa laughed softly.

          “Yes, that's right … that's exactly what she used to call out, just like that.”

          Then Anna could no longer hold back and she sobbed unrestrainedly into Elsa's shoulder. Her body shook and Elsa held her a little tighter, stroked her hair and whispered, “It's all right, Anna, it's all right. Let it all out … just let go.”

~~~

In the meantime, Mari looked at the oil paintings on the wall, which depicted some of Anna's and Elsa's ancestors, and occasionally picked up a beautiful gem from the shelf to take a closer look. A handsome collection of valuable plates were lined up on a high shelf and a handful of violins hung ready to play in holders on the wall. Books and family games were stacked in the corners. Mari could well imagine how the sisters had played together with their parents at this table when they were children and were happy.

          Mari suddenly realised what a great favour the sisters had done her with this invitation, what great trust they had placed in her to share these highly personal memories with her. She wondered who had played these instruments on the wall for them and guessed their father. A very personal insight into the life of a king! She looked around again. Everything here radiated love! The love of the regents of Arendelle for their children, who presumably left their duties behind for several weeks a year just to spend time together with their daughters, completely undisturbed. Here in this lovingly furnished house, which served only one purpose … to be together as a family.

          “Well, this is what it looks like in our cosy Summerhus. Living room, kitchen and two bedrooms upstairs. Nothing special really, but every square centimeter here is full of memories, Mari,” Elsa explained behind her as she returned quietly and unnoticed.

          Mari flinched a little, startled, and let out a sharp cry when the large grandfather clock suddenly struck loudly.

          “Oh my goodness!” Mari exclaimed with one hand pressed to her heart and Elsa giggled.

          “Sorry, I should have warned you. But strange, someone from the cleaning staff must have wound it up regularly. That wasn't their job at all, I don't think.”

          “That's all right, I should have guessed, after all, you can't miss the clock. Is Anna still upstairs? I heard a staircase creak earlier.”

          “No, she's in the kitchen preparing tea for us, I'm sure she'll be here soon.”

          What Elsa didn't tell her was that her sister also wanted to clean her face because she had been crying and didn't want Mari to see it. Elsa fetched cups and saucers and a warmer from the shelf and prepared the table.

          Two minutes later, Anna came in with a teapot and a small kettle, which she hung on a hook by the fireplace and swivelled over the flames. She then placed the pot on the warmer and sat down. The room was now cosy and warm and she leaned back comfortably on the high, upholstered chair.

          “It's so nice and quiet and cosy here. I can well imagine how you can hear the birds chirping here in summer when the windows are open. A place to relax, to get away from the daily hustle and bustle and worries,” Mari realised and also sat down at the table.

          “And the summer meadow behind the trees in the clearing is lovely when the weather is nice, ideal for a picnic on the grass, with all the wildflowers and even a field of sunflowers further down,” Anna enthused.

          ”Her favourite flower,” Elsa added with a grin as she also sat down and Anna nodded thoughtfully.

          “Can't wait to go outside later and pick mushrooms in our adventure forest. I've found a few baskets in the kitchen and have already prepared them for us with three small knives and some cloths,” said Anna, smiling in anticipation and crossing her arms behind her head.

          Anna behaved almost as if she was still young and looking forward to reliving the old days, Elsa mused with a small smile. But Elsa allowed her these thoughts and also to completely forget for a day that she was now the Queen of Arendelle. Anna deserved to have some fun and feel young again.

          “But first, let's have a nice cup of tea. Then in the afternoon we can warm up here again and maybe even play one of the old board games,” Elsa suggested, casting a sideways glance into one of the corners of the room with its many games.

          “I'd rather just chat with you two,” Mari replied, “now that I have a lot of time for you and no one will miss me for the next few days.”

          “You're right, Mari. Let's not waste the day playing games and instead share our thoughts, that's more important now,” Elsa said and fetched the kettle to pour the tea.

          Anna looked at Mari and nodded in understanding. Just chatting to each other didn't have to mean that they couldn't have fun together.

~~~

They set off about an hour later. Elsa put a few wood logs on the fire and Anna fetched the baskets from the kitchen.

          They walked northwards to where the forest was thicker and simply followed their noses. As they walked comfortably side by side in no great hurry, soaking up the smells of the forest and listening to the birds twittering in the treetops above them, they told each other stories and their experiences over the last few months since Mari's last visit to the city. But they all kept their eyes open and looked behind every large tree on their way so as not to miss any edible mushrooms. Anna was the first to spot a promising patch near a clearing ahead and quickly ran to it, eventually shouting back that she had found lots of mushrooms. Elsa and Mari followed her and then spread out among the trees around this small clearing. Everyone was now fully occupied with collecting and it didn't take very long before everyone had an almost full basket. Afterwards, they made their way back to the Summerhus.

          “I'm already looking forward to Olina's mushroom soup tonight,” said Anna, licking her lips in anticipation.

          “But there are far too many for the three of us,” said Elsa, “you should take a basket full home with you, Mari, and treat your father to something tasty too. I can well imagine that he doesn't come to pick mushrooms himself or think about sending someone else out to do it. I'm sure he'll be delighted with your find, and who knows, maybe it'll be a good opportunity to talk to him in peace about your future as you imagine it. I hope that we will have found a solution for you by then and that he will at least seriously reconsider his plans for you.”

          Mari looked very sceptical, but replied, “I hope so.”

~~~

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Spray paint

Rumors spread like wildfire, especially the mysterious spraypaint artist struck once again.

Male character x male reader.

(polyamorous)

Staff members gesture first years away from the scene while other students took photos of the newfound mural. The colorful mural sat on the side of the gym "Move along!" teachers call as a swarm of students moves along.

You grin down at your phone as your piece of work blows up "Hey, Y/N over here!" Isaac your library Buddie waves you over to a nearby shelf. "We're are meant to be devoted librarians, not screen zombies" you hobble on the heels of your shoes "Sorry Isaac just a little distracted".

Reorganizing books gave you some form of peace whenever Harry acts like a total twit...let's just say you're his younger brother. Your navy blue phone rings "It's Harry" Isaac looks at your screen. "Thanks, Isaac" you pick up your phone from the table "I'll be right back" Isaac hums.

"What do you want?" Harry groans from the other side of the phone "I just want to know are you stopping by Lunas on the way home". Ugh, Luna smith Harry's little crush "Harry just ask her out!" Harry starts ranting, and for the truth, if he wasn't your brother you would have hung up "Are you done?". Silences that's all you need "Okay, she'll be at your party so just ask her out and stop annoying me!".

End of the call "What a fucking nutta" you took advantage of the little phone call and checked out social media with a grin. "Did you know Y/N gay" you froze once you hear two first-years whisper to each other "I know..." you don't even allow him to finish his sentence for the fear of a certain slur coming out of his mouth. You spin around to face the back of these two first years "WHERE DID YOU HEAR THAT!" the two boys freeze "ANSWER ME!" and of course, they run away.

You felt panic riddle your spine 'it was just a stupid game of spin the bottle' you thought. You practically thrust your bag over your shoulder "Y/N's are you Okay?" you nod and breathed out a yeah and made your leave. "Wait, what about your library duties?" Isaac calls out instead of chasing you "I've to leave".

The sound clicking of you typing for your mother to pick you up while the voice of Harry your older brother kept on playing repeat. "Hey!, Springs is a fag " you felt scared for these were rumors and you didn't know how long they'd been around. Harry's one of the biggest bullies and his your big brother which makes it worst even though you're both a few months apart doesn't mean anything for his still the oldest. Whilst speed walking down the hall you round the corner a little too fast and collided with a fellow student.

"Ah shit, I'm so sorry I was just in a rush and-" Charlie tunes out your rumbling and watches you collect the fallen items. He stares at your lips and how they moved as you ramble on and on "Here!" you present his things to him "Oh, uh...thanks". "Again I'm sorry for uh.." you gesture to the corner and him along with his things "This?...yeah this" you help the curly-haired boy up.

You give him a pat on the shoulder and dash off in a hurry "Bye" Charlie replies to no one.

Wireless headphones in you blast music as you sat in the back as your mother tries to get your attention "Honey!" she lightly taps your knee when she stops at a red light. You remove your headphones the moment you saw her worried eyes "What's wrong? are you going to talk to me or are you gonna leave me in the dark?".

You hum in sync with your shrug "What's bothering you honey and BE honest with me". You hate how she sees through you but then yet again you are just like her in a way "Rumors" she hums and returns to paying attention to the road ahead of her. "I figured, your sitting in the back ignoring your dear old mummy" you groan and flick your eyes to the passing blurs outside your window.

"What kind of rumors?" you place your forehead on the window and sighed so loud it was obnoxious "Did I overreact by texting you?". Your mother shook her head "Don't change the subject and I don't know" you honestly wish Harry wouldn't say anything but your phone says otherwise. "Rumors spreading of me being gay" your mother falls silent and you didn't want this silence and you don't want your phone to make so much noise.

"Well is it a bad thing?" now it's your turn to fall silent "These rumors just states what you fear to be true" if your could you would jump out of the car but you can't. "What are you talking about?" your mother laughs "Now, do you really believe I wouldn't notice something different". "I...I don't know what your talking about" your mothers swats her free hand and giggles like some high school girl which makes you pout "MUM!".

You lift yourself from your leaning position and stare at her "Me and your father notice how different you act with certain boys and girls". You made a noise "And no you are not gay for I know you still like girls and no I know you aren't bisexual, while your father thinks otherwise but you know" you didn't want to talk about these things. "Allow them to talk but no matter what you'll always be my sweet boy and your father is fine with it as well, as long you don't bring back a loud blonde home okay?" you stare at the cell of the car.

Your vision becomes blurry "Hun? are you-" her reflection of her eyes in the review mirror sees you and she heard a small sniffle. "Oh, Honey please don't cry or I'm gonna cry" you tempted to wipe your tears away but nothing happened "I'm sorry Ma" oh great voice cracked.

The night of the party you didn't want to attend Harry's sixteenth birthday at all but your father convinced you and now here you sat with a red plastic cup that you see in movies. Texting your library buddy and friend Isaac Henderson "I've never been bored in my entire life before until now" you whisper your text message before clicking send. The three bubbles appear, signaling his replying "Can't he type faster...please?" you mutter, but the loud music breaks it up into a faint wordless sigh.

The spot next to you sink underneath someone's weight "uh...Hey" an unfamiliar voice says so you swive your attention to the curly-haired boy. The guy you ram into "Hey, corner ramp and I'm truly sorry for bumping into you really" he waves a hand at you "Oh, no need to worry I'm fine". Silence fell over you two and if it wasn't for your phone dinging then you would have felt stupid.

"Your friends with Isaac?" you look at this year ten in the eyes and nod "Well...uh we're more than library buddies" you made him chuckle. "He talks about you and half of the things he says...I don't know if it is true" oh because of Harry "Because of Harry, nope I'm better than him. I promise, here we'll picky swear just to seal the deal".

Timidly he reaches out and sticks out his picky and you do the same "I picky swear I'm nothing like my knob of a brother and you...are Charlie?." Charlie nods. "Charlie now knows half of the stuff Isaac had said is indeed true" you give his picky a little squeeze with the help of your own picky which seals the deal.

Nelson appeared and sat beside Charlie "Charlie and wow why are you talking to him?" Charlie immediately shakes his head. "Oh, no I'm fine, and he is my friend?" Charlie looks at you which made you nod repeatedly.

That night you have grown close to the two which lead to you absently mindedly forgetting what your brother was to you.

"So it's true" you frown at Harry's words while staring at the bowl of cereal "What?". Harry rolls his eyes as if your SUPPOSE to know "You and little Charlie" you grow even more confused and somewhat angry "Charlies my friend". "Well, you better tell him that, it's obvious the rumors aren't true" Harry gestures to you.

"What do you know about friendship" Harry shoots you a look like it was a warning "I'm just saying, mate it's obvious Charlie has feelings for you". 'Why would he assume that? and why is he telling me to dump my only valid and accurate friend?' you thought "You can't say much". "Some of your mates are jerks and their only friends with you because of your money" Harry scoffs "And Charlie's friends with you because he thinks you're a fag like h-".

You didn't allow him to finish his sentence instead you project your breakfast in his face. The whole event replayed in your head: milk and cornflakes drenched your older brother who replied with a left hook. You've never fought your brother before and your parents knew but the yelling of both parties lead to them pealing you off of Harry.

You sat in the library with your headphones full blast and a book overshadowing your face. Two shadows overcast you with concern and with a little tap of Nick's shoe you would have thought it was an illusion at play.

They sat on either side of you on the floor of the library, here you are stuck in the middle, Charlie removes your headphones. "Everyone can hear your music, not gonna lair that's a bit embarrassing" Charlie tries to make you smile or at least chuckle but nothing. Charlie looks at Nick for help so the freckle-infest boy slowly and gently removes the book from the silent boy's face.

Charlie gasps and Nick blinks "I...what happened?" Nick was the first to talk as Charlie scoots a little closer. Nick follows "I'm sorry I didn't mean to lie" both of the boys frowns "what do you mean?".

"About us" Nick makes an 'oh' noise as Charlie finally reaches for your hand "Harry just...I'm sorry".

"Okay, you both have to stop with the s-word," Nick says which made you chuckle, "you think so Nicky". "Your older brother is a knob nothing else, let us be honest he has nothing on you" Nick quips Charlie nods in agreement.

Once again the same scene played out, teachers ushering students away and flashes of phones. Swarm of students waltzing around or being ushered away "I like this piece" Isaac says as you grin. "Of course, three souls made into one" Henderson smiles "You deserve this win, C'mon I'm hungry" you made an 'oh yeah' noise before following after him.

Three skeleton males can be seen holding each other in an embrace of colors and the backdrop of a cotton candy color.

"Three souls made into one"

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[m0use123]

Asami's car screeched to a hault outside of the local gym. She flung open the door and sprinted inside leaving her driver gaping after her.

"Where is she"? Asami asked anxiously to Kya who was waiting for her on the other side of the gym's turnstile.

"She's in the staff room with Opal, come on honey" the first aider said calmly, as she lead the way.

Once there, Asami took a deep breath before she pushed open the door and went in.

Korra was a mess.

The Autistic woman was curled up in the corner of the room, tapping the side of her head with her knuckles, whining loudly under her breath.

"Ow Sweetheart" Asami said sadly.

She desperately wanted to wrap her arms around her suffering girlfriend, but she knew that in her current state, it would only make Korra worst.

"We waited for you Asami, we tried to help, but she just screamed at us" Bolin explained, feeling guilty.

"It's alright Bo, she's just having an autistic burn out. Who knows Korra's locker combination"? Asami asked, looking around at their friends.

"I do" Kuvira spoke up.

"Okay, go into her locker, and bring me her blue backpack. Only the blue one".

Kuvira nodded and soon returned with the bag.

"Okay, everyone just remain as quiet as possible, and give me some space" Asami said as she took the bag and slowly approached her girlfriend.

"Hey baby, it's Asami (whine) I'm just going to sit down with you okay? I thought we could talk".

Korra gave her the smallest of nods so she sat down.

"Okay, so I thought we could start with 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,".

- - - - - -

After the grounding technique, they also tried some deep breathing.

"Would you like to try DiDi now"? Asami asked gently.

"Yes" Korra said quietly, she was looking at the floor, aware of the room full of people.

"Alright, here we go" Asami said, rummaging in the backpack for Korra's weighted Dinosaur plush.

Asami placed the toy in Korra's arms, the room held it's breath as Korra snuggled back against the wall with her purple t-rex.

"That's better isn't it"? Korra hummed so Asami asked, "would you like to tell me what happened, it might help".

"Kya said that Mr Smith was my first client, but he's always at 3:42, always. It's Mr Tenzin, then Suyin, then I have my snack, then .....".

"I think I understand now, so your routine was messed up"? Asami asked gently.

Korra nodded, "that, and the music from the dance class was too loud, I asked Kuvira to turn it down, but she had strobe lighting and, I kinda freaked out".

Asami glanced over at Kuvira who looked guilty. "Sorry Kor, I didn't think anything of it, I didn't realise your schedule was changed, usually your down in the pool area when I'm doing Zumba".

"S'kay, not your fault" Korra mumbled, as she relaxed further into her toy's weight.

"I've spoken to Pema, and she said you can have the rest of the day off Korra" Kya said gently.

Korra nodded, "that sounds good".

"Alright, let's get you home" Asami smiled, as she rummaged in Korra's backpack and brought out a pair of noise cancelling headphones, she passed them to her. "I know the noise can get too much for you sometimes, maybe these will help".

Korra greatfully took the headphones and drowned out the world.

With a look of relief on her girlfriend's face Asami gently took her girlfriend's hand and guided her back outside to her waiting car.

"Thank-you everyone. That must have been hard for you to witness". Asami said after closing the door on Korra.

"She just, she just" Bolin tried.

"I know, but we got her through it, and that at the end of the day is all that matters" Asami reassured them.

"We'll see Korra tomorrow though right"? Kuvira asked.

"She'll be back tomorrow, but maybe keep the rave to a minimum okay Kuv"?

Kuvira chuckled, "you got it Sami".

And with that Asami got into the back of the car and they returned home in a comfortable silence.

Korra forever grateful she had a caring girlfriend by her side.

~ Fin ~

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[sara78]

Family don't end in blood - Chapter 4

Summary: Time moves fast while Y/N tries to juggle school and filming. When given a chance for a break, she takes it with a bit of hesitation to her decision and hopes for the best.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x foster!daughter reader

Word count: 3,000 and some change

A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I finally got around to posting this. Enjoy!

It's been almost three months since you started school. Some days were more challenging than others, but you surely fell into a routine. Jensen kept a close eye on you and ensured you were doing well. At first, you didn't like it when he was bossy and twisting your schedule around, but you soon enough realized that he was doing that for your own well-being. So, instead of bitching about it, you decided to appreciate the act of kindness, because you knew that he didn't have to do any of what he's been doing for months, ever since you moved in.

You were really excited about your fall break. The fact that you got a total of 7 days off of filming made it even better. You had a few assignments to turn in here and there, a book to annotate and a math test coming up, but you now had all the time in the world to do all of that without any stressing about not having enough time to do so.

You overheard Jensen talking on the phone with his wife, plotting a surprise for his kids. You smiled softly, only imagining the smiles on their faces as they see their daddy. You were really happy for him. You were happy for Jared and Misha too. They all missed their families like crazy, and this strict filming schedule was for sure rough on them.

Jensen's POV

"Hey sweetheart," I hummed, answering Danneel's call,

"Hi," she responded, "How's the filming?"

"Hm, Y/N and I got off early. Turns out when we don't film a scene with Jared, it takes us like 5 takes."

"That doesn't surprise me, like at all," Dee teased, "What's the plan?"

"Hm, packing," I began, "I got some toys for the little ones."

"And Y/N?"

"She sends some toys over for the kiddos too."

"That's so sweet of her! Tell her I said thanks. And what are her plans?"

"Huh, I dunno. I think she'll stay here and do her schoolwork."

"You told me she has a fall break?"

"Yeah, and a lot of schoolwork to turn in after it ends. She even mentioned a math test."

"That doesn't sound like a fun fall break," Danneel responded,

"Hm, true that. I was thinking of inviting her to come over with me. What do you think about that?"

"That's so sweet of you. Sure, why not?"

"Really?" I asked, not able to hide the joy at the offer. Truth to be told, I wanted her to meet Danneel and the kiddos. She could use a change of scenery and environment in general,

"Yeah! I'd love to meet her. She sounds like a great kid from your stories."

"I'll ask her then. You didn't blow my surprise, right?"

"Don't worry about it," Danneel responded, a scream going off on her end, "And that's my cue. Have a good flight, sweetie. I'll see you soon!"

When I walk out of my room, I see Y/N once again situated at the counter, singing something softly. I don't walk over yet, listening carefully to the melody, recognizing it right away. One of my songs. I smile to myself, approaching her. I let my hand on her shoulder, grabbing her attention. She takes her headphones off, looking up at me with a smile,

"Hey! You all packed up?"

"Yes sir," I smile, "That math?"

"Close. Physics," she responded, "I hate it."

"I believe you do," I giggled, "I got a question for you," she tilted her head sideways, making me chuckle, "Too much time with Misha, dude."

"I don't regret a second," she responded,

"Yeah, I agree on that one. Anyways, Danneel and I were wondering if you would be down to tag along with me?" she furrowed her brows in confusion, "I mean if you want to fly with me to Texas, change up the scenery a bit. I'm pretty sure you're bored of Vancouver by now."

"I... I don't wanna intrude," she whispered, "You're super excited to see your family. I don't wanna be in the way of that."

"You're not in way of anything. I'm serious, kiddie," I smiled, "You can come with me."

"I... Are you sure?"

"Hundred percent," she looked down, nodding, "Is that a yes?" I asked, making her giggle as she looked back up,

"Yeah, it's a yes."

"YAY!" I exclaimed, "Okay, go pack. I'll book another ticket for you," I said, walking away.

"Jensen!" she exclaimed, making me stop and turn around, "Thanks."

"You don't thank me just yet," I teased, "You've still to survive three hyperactive kids. I think you'll be thanking me for bringing you back to Vancouver in a week," she laughed, standing up and going to her room.

Your POV

You stirred on your side, humming quietly at the soft surface beneath you. You don't remember plane seats were this comfortable. You open your eyes for a hot second and you freak out, jumping up to a sitting position immediately.

"Hey, you're safe," Jensen's voice whispered, making you look back at his tired face, "We made it home."

"How did you-"

"I carried you. Jared got your bag," Jensen nod his head in the direction where he left her suitcase, "You didn't get a lot of sleep last night and we had no heart to wake you up. It's no biggie."

"Thanks," you smiled, Jensen returning it back,

"Always. Welcome home, kid," he said, "Well, we're in the guest room right now."

"You didn't go to your room?"

"No. It's literally 3AM. I don't want to wake her or the kiddos up. I always crash here when I make it late."

"Aww, you're very thoughtful," you said, "Thanks for inviting me once again."

"Hm, don't sweat it," he nod, "You didn't have a nightmare, did you?"

"No," you shook your head, "My eyes opened accidentally and I panicked cause the last thing I remember is sitting between you and Jared."

"Valid," Jensen giggled, "Now you don't have a moose hanging over your head and you can sleep."

"Yeah," you said, looking around the room before you giggled,

"What?"

"You really do turn that doll away," you teased, pointing at the porcelain doll standing on a bookshelf. Jensen laughed, throwing his head back against the pillow,

"Haters gonna hate."

"You've been filming a horror show for 16 years now and you're scared of a porcelain doll. I find it cute in all honesty."

"In my defense, supernatural is different kind of scary. Besides, I've done enough of it to know that thing can be... suitable for possessions," he said, making you laugh, "Okay kid, go back to sleep now."

"Right," you nod, laying back down, "Sorry for waking you up," Jensen rolled his eyes before ruffling your hair,

"Don't apologize. Night night."

"Night."

The next morning

"Good morning, Ackles household!" Jensen exclaimed, the kids screaming their asses off as they ran to Jensen, jumping on him and hugging him like there's no tomorrow. You smiled as you stood behind him, taking in the sight of the widest child smiles you've ever seen. While the girls hung themselves on Jensen's neck, Zeppelin let go of his dad and decided to walk over to you, giving you a wave. You giggled at the cute face he sported, just like his dad's. You crouched down to his level,

"Hi."

"Hi!" he exclaimed with a smile, "You daddy's friend?"

"Yeah," you smiled, "You must be Zeppelin, huh?" he nod, immediately walking over to you and wrapping his tiny arms around your neck. You gasped at the sudden movement but accepted the embrace, picking him up and sitting him on your hip. You heard a laugh, followed by Danneel who joined the gathering,

"Ackles junior already got you wrapped around his little finger, huh?" she asked, making you giggle as you rocked Zeppelin in your arms, making him giggle before he rested his head on your shoulder, "I'm Danneel."

"Y/N. It's nice to meet you," you smiled kindly, Danneel returning it,

"The pleasure is mine," she smiled,

"Ah, there's my boy," Jensen smiled, letting the girls down on the ground and coming up to you and Zeppelin, "You found a cuddle buddy, huh?" he teased Zeppelin who nod. Jensen kissed his temple before grabbing Danneel's hand and pulling her in for a kiss, you and the little ones cringing immediately,

"Daddy has cooties, mommy!" Arrow exclaimed, making everyone giggle,

"Well thank you very much," Jensen grumbled before kissing Danneel again, "You're gonna have to deal with it," he smirked, Danneel smacking him playfully before hugging him, "Missed ya."

You walked up to the girls who weren't really rolling with your presence, or at least that's what it seemed to you. You crouched down once again,

"Hi. I'm Y/N."

The girls didn't respond and it made you frown. You did expect kids not to like you but the expectation didn't prepare you for the sting you'd feel in the given moment,

"Hey, come on, introduce yourselves," Jensen said,

"Arrow," she spoke up first, smiling lightly,

"Justice Jay," she grumbled, turning around and walking away. You sighed but turned your attention back on Arrow who was still there,

"That's a very nice name," you commented, "Tell me, Arrow, how old are you?"

"Five!" she and Zeppelin exclaimed in union, making you smile,

"Unca Jare says we gonna be real big soon cuz we turn six and we show our age with both hands!" Zeppelin explained,

"Uncle Jared has a point there. That is really cool and you get to be big kids soon, huh?" they both nod,

"Breakfast is ready!"

After breakfast

"Okay, daddy wants to hear all about what you guys did in school for the past few weeks, so," he said, sitting down on the floor, "Bring it in!" you smiled as you watched the kids run out of the room to grab some of their stuff to show Jensen while you chose to help Danneel clean the table,

"Oh, you don't have to do that," she smiled, "You had an exhausting day yesterday, and a flight on top of it."

"This isn't much, really. It's the least I can do," you smiled back, feeling a little hand grab your shorts. You looked down, seeing Arrow, "Hey, what's the matter?" you asked, leaning down,

"Do you wanna come to my and JJ's teaparty today?"

"Oh, well since you asked so nicely, yeah, I'll come. Is your big sis okay with it?" Arrow shrugged her shoulders, "Okay, you need to ask your big sis first and then let me know, okay?" she nod, turning around and walking away to where Jensen was seated with JJ and Zeppelin,

"Listen, JJ might not be the most welcoming person at the moment, but she's a good kid. She's just-"

"Not trusting me," you smiled, "I understand. I was well aware of that possibility. It's okay. I hope that will change someday. Until then I'll respect her boundaries. She needs to know that I'm not here to steal anyone or anything nor interrupt or bother. Can you let me know if she begins thinking like that? I really don't want to cause problems to you and Jensen."

"You have to respect her boundaries but she has to respect you too. Jensen and I will have a chat with her. She's a big kid and she should know better than give you the cold shoulder. She's just hard-headed. Kinda like her mom. And her dad too. She's a bit of both worlds," she giggled, making you smile too, "Jensen told me you got a load of schoolwork to get done. If you need peace, Zeppelin can take you to the swing spot in our backyard. It's quiet there."

"Oh, thanks a lot. I'll definitely use it at some point."

"Women!" Jensen exclaimed, turning his head around, "You two gonna gossip all day or join us here?"

"Go," Danneel said and you nod, drying the last dish before leaving to where Jensen was seated with all of the kiddos,

"Okay, what are we doing?" you asked, sitting down on the floor and looking up at Jensen who dragged his suitcase over. Zeppelin sat on your lap, cuddling into you and you couldn't help but smile at the motion, wrapping your arms around him as he made himself comfy. Jensen smiled at you, opening his suitcase, "Let's see..."

"Hey there," Danneel smiled, sitting next to you after dinner, as you were reading a book. She giggled at Zeppelin, asleep in the hammock, "Well he's out like a light."

"We played soccer and were playing cars for the majority of the day. I'd be surprised if he were still upright," you commented, "How's the tea party?"

"Oh it's going fabulous," Danneel giggled, "Jensen is getting his manicure and pedicure as we speak," you giggled with Danneel, "You didn't join us," she mentioned,

"No," you shook your head, "I didn't really want to intrude. The girls missed their dad and Zeppelin was kinda all alone. I figured he'd like my company. He kinda dragged me out to play anyways."

"You don't feel obliged to do everything he asks you to. You have your work to do too."

"I don't mind him wanting to play with me. He reminds me of my best friend's little brother. He used to do that all the time when we were babysitting him. Brings back some nice memories. Besides, I'm honored to have some of his trust this fast."

"Hm, you want to know something?" Danneel hummed, making you look at her, "He's the shy one. I hide behind mom, dad and big sisters at all times shy. I didn't expect him to come up to you like that."

"Well, he is a spitting image of his dad, if nothing I expected him to have some of his personality. And believe me, I was surprised myself."

"I think he can sense a real good heart, like his dad," Danneel smiled, "So, tell me how are you handling all the stuff? Jensen told me you're a great student. You can balance it with work?"

"Yeah," you nod, "It's hard sometimes, but Jensen really helps a lot with everything he can. Also, if you see my character doing some research in a scene, it's usually me doing my schoolwork," Danneel and you giggled, "It's challenging but I really appreciate the teachers going out their way to help me and all."

"That's right! Jensen told me you're from Y/H/C. That's a long way from Vancouver."

"It is. I was really surprised to find out that the teachers were on board with the whole online school thing."

"Well, I guess they know you're a hard-working kid," she smiled, "And how do you feel about being on set? This is a new experience for you, I suppose?"

"Mhm," you nod, "I've never been close to a set before. And it's amazing. I was a fan of the show and a part of the family, and I really get to see now that this show and everyone working on it is just so kind and generous and I feel like I belong even though I'm the newest person there."

"I have to ask you one last thing before I take the lil' guy to bed - have you pranked Misha yet?" you burst out laughing, throwing your head back,

"Oh God," you said, finally catching a breath, "No, not directly. I just don't have heart to do that to him. I did stand by and watch the brilliant ways Jared's brain works though."

"Oh, finally someone who understands me!" Danneel exclaimed, making you smile, "Okay, I won't bother you anymore. Don't stay outside for much longer, mosquitoes are a pain and it's getting pretty dark," she warned, picking up Zeppelin gently, "Night Y/N."

"Night," you smiled, watching as she walked off into the house.

3rd person POV

As Danneel was tucking Zeppelin into his bed, he whined,

"Mommy."

"Yes, honey?"

"Can Y/N stay?" he whispered shyly, "Forever?"

"Well I think Y/N has a family of her own, but she can come to visit us for sure."

"Okay," he yawned, closing his eyes again, "Night night mommy."

"Night night, sweetheart," she cooed, kissing his forehead before turning on her heel and leaving his room.

"Hey," Jensen whispered, "Girls are out like a light."

"So is Zeppelin. Y/N wore him out good."

"Yeah?" Jensen asked, coming up to Danneel and wrapping an arm around her,

"Mhm. She played with him all afternoon. She's very sweet. And the little guy likes her too."

"He does like her. He took me by surprise this morning."

"He just asked if she can stay with us forever," Danneel smiled, ruffling Jensen's hair, "You chose a good kid, honey."

"Thanks," he giggled, "Where's she?"

"I think she's outside," Danneel yawned, "I'll go take a shower."

"Wait up for me?" he winked, Danneel rolling her eyes,

"I'll wait for you in our bed, mister," she teased as she walked off, Jensen grumbling jokingly as he walked away.

"Kiddo!" Jensen exclaimed, Y/N looking behind her from where she was sitting on the grass, "You like to watch the stars?" he hummed, sitting down next to her,

"Mhm. Grandpa and I used to do that when I was little. He's one of the very few that was actually good to me."

"Yeah? You mention your grandpa a lot. You were close to him?"

"Mhm. I grew up without a dad. He was like a dad to me though. Taught me all the stuff and raised me. Maybe I didn't turn out perfect, but I like to think that he's proud of me for every choice I made."

"I'm sure he is," Jensen smiled, looking up at the sky, "He up there?"

"Yeah," she smiled sadly, "It'll be two years in December."

"Sorry," Jensen said softly, hugging her. She sighed, leaning in for a moment before pulling away,

"What else did you do with your grandpa?"

"We did a lot of gardening. I really miss doing that."

"Jared's wife, Gen, she has her little garden. I bet she'd love another helper."

"Maybe," she said, shrugging her shoulders, "It's late. Are the kids asleep?"

"Yup," Jensen nod, "Listen, sorry about JJ's behavior today."

"Don't be. I know that she's not very welcoming at the moment. I'm an unfamiliar face to her and that's okay."

"That is true, but she should give you a chance. Now, I wanted to ask if you would be comfortable with a little party tomorrow? I'm thinking of inviting the Padaleckis for barbecue."

"I'm fine with whatever you guys plan to do. I'm in your house after all."

"Okay then," he smiled, hugging her gently, "You should go to bed too."

"Yeah, I probably should," she said, yawning,

"Let's go."

#jensen ackles #supernatural

[homemade-ghosts]

Once Rina is officially together, what do you think they'd get for each other as gifts? I could definitely see Gina getting Ricky a new dog tag for him to wear or a new skateboard. I honestly don't know what Ricky could get Gina. Perhaps, some new headphones? (Although, I absolutely love her pink headphones that she has right now that she's been using since the very first episode.) Can you think of anything? I'd like to hear what you think they should get each other once they start dating.

Both Ricky & Gina value quality time, so I like to think they'll give each other the kind of gifts that involve spending time together.

Ricky makes this little gift certificate that's redeemable for 10 free guitar lessons (it's a mess of glitter and puff paint, but it's clear he put a lot of effort into making it) because he remembers how Gina told him she would "kill to play guitar like that" after he sang wtwmay to her and he's going to teach her. I imagine Gina smiling and asking, "but what if it takes more than 10 lessons for me to learn?" Ricky gives her a soft laugh and goes, "Oh, please, you're Gina Porter. You'll be out playing me by your second lesson...but, if you aren't, we can discuss payment later. I'm thinking in the form of double chocolate cupcakes?"

Speaking of cupcakes, Gina makes/gives Ricky his favorite ones as gifts. When he eats them all in a couple days and pleads with her to make him more, she tells him she has a better idea: she'll teach him how to make them himself. They spend a Saturday at her house, baking. Ricky, of course, burns the first batch because he forgot to set the timer. Gina tries them anyway, Ricky waits anxiously for her verdict, "So? How are they?" "...a solid 9/10 for effort!" "That bad, huh?" Gina laughs and nods, "Awful." "Oh, yeah?" Ricky asks, picking up a freshly frosted cupcake and shoving it in Gina's face, leaving her with a dollop of frosting across her nose, "How 'bout the frosting? That any good?" Gina pretends to be upset, but she can't help it, there's a laugh breaking through, "I don't know," she smiles, "you tell me." & she smooshes a cupcake right back in Ricky's face. After they stop laughing, they both agree that the frosting is pretty good, actually.

Beyond cupcakes and guitar lessons, I could also see Gina knitting Ricky a pair of gloves to match the hat she made him because whenever they hold hands, his are always cold -- or Ricky writing Gina a song as a gift and serenading her with it (this is Ricky Bowen we're talking about, so this one's practically a given if you ask me). Or maybe even Ricky buying Gina painting supplies so they can paint her room together because, since she's moved around so much, she's never gotten a chance to (or bothered to) paint her room a color she actually liked. Until now.

I like your idea of a new skateboard and headphones, but I have to disagree completely about the dog tag, since that was always more of a totem of Ricky's relationship with Nini than anything else. Not only because she gave it to him and he wore it throughout their relationship in s2, but also because it served to prove how little Nini & Ricky actually knew each other. When Nini gives the dog tags to Ricky, he says something along the lines of "I guess I'm a guy who wears necklaces now." implying he has never been that kind of guy -- Nini, however, wears necklaces all the time. Same goes for Ricky's gift to Nini. He gives her a guitar pick and, although we do see Nini play guitar in later seasons, she only ever plays her ukulele in season 1, an instrument she doesn't need/use a pick for. Ricky, however, is practically attached at the hip to his guitar and is much more likely to use a pick. Basically, they gave each other the kind of gifts that they would personally want because they had no idea what the other person wanted or needed. & that's without addressing the fact that the engravings on both gifts were specific to Troy & Gabriella, but told us absolutely nothing about Ricky & Nini, other than that they were playing a part and confusing their characters for themselves. Whereas, the one gift we've seen Gina give Ricky (The Hat™) was something personal. It was something only Gina could have made (not literally, obviously a lot of people can knit lol, I just mean in the sense that, when something is handmade, it's unique to the person who made it. It's one of a kind). & it required a level of time, care and work that neither of Rinis gifts had.

This ask also got me thinking about what Gina could possibly give Ricky for his birthday in the finale and I keep coming back to the gloves/mittens. Even though it wouldn't get me that line about her making them because his hands are always cold when she holds them, it would still be so sweet as a birthday present. Gina would've spent so much time knitting them and it would be kind of a nod to her thinking about Ricky as part of her future (a future she could never build with EJ) because, even though it's summer now, the gloves are for fall and winter. Plus, the last time Ricky gave Gina something she knit him, he told her he'd grow into it. & He's finally grown. He's more mature, selfless, caring and ready to embrace whatever the future holds. So, maybe Gina could give Ricky those gloves and when he tries them on, this time, they're a perfect fit.

#thank you for this ask!! sorry it took me a minute to get to it #ricky x gina #rina #hsmtmts #hsmtmts s3 #asks #anon

[regular-lord-reckoner]

yesterday was pretty exhausting

my dad was doing okay enough that my mom decided to go in for one last day of work before taking off again and apparently upper management wanted to just let her go because she doesn't have enough hours anymore to do fmla and rather than just...y'know, take the situation into consideration, that's what their answer was

thankfully both of our direct managers fought for her and were able to work something out where she'll be able to do some things remotely until she can get enough hours and then they'll let her do fmla

truly cannot wait for the day i can tell his company to kiss the fattest part of my ass and fart in their faces while doing it, fuck y'all

but while she was at work it was me and our family friend here taking care of him and while i really appreciate having his help, i think my dad put on sort of a performance for him yesterday and pushed himself too much

i should have known something was wrong when he kept having me get him hot coffee

even though this man's body composition at this point is probably more coffee than it is water, here lately he hasn't been interested in it because he just wants cold drinks (the colder, the better, he doesn't even want room temp at this point)

and granted he'd only take a sip or two and then just leave it, but that was part of the performance, which okay fine, nothing too serious there, but he did go all day without letting either of us give him anything for anxiety

and i had a feeling that's what was going on because out of nowhere his breathing would get really labored and he'd be looking around a lot (i don't know that he fully slept throughout the day, he would wake up at the slightest little thing) but i kept asking him and asking him if he wanted his medicine and didn't want to force him to take something if he didn't really need it, because it does make him a little groggy so i just kept trying to do right by him, but it backfired

when our family friend left i was in tears by that point because on my own end i stupidly just...kept working the entire time i was sitting there helping take care of him?

from around 6 am to about 6 pm i was either helping my dad or on my computer trying to get caught up on work and i knew better than to do that but there wasn't really anything else i could do

we couldn't sit and talk while he was trying to sleep because it kept waking him up. i didn't want to watch anything on my phone because i wouldn't be able to use headphones.

apart from taking the dog outside and a few of my own bathroom breaks, plus a few minutes i stopped to eat some frozen burritos, i just...worked

and by that point i was starting to think, "okay, he's now got it in his mind this isn't happening, he's going to try to force himself through this (he even said, "i feel better today than i did three days ago!" and something about "shows what doctors know") and it's going to be even worse than what it already is" so my poor mom who's already exhausted and having a day from hell has to console me now. she sat with me for a little bit and calmed me down and sent me outside to the pool so i could cool off and recharge while she handled everything which i'm extremely grateful for

meanwhile, though, she gets my dad in the big bed because that's where he said he wanted to sleep and okay, cool, no problem

she gets him nice and settled and in no time he's having a massive anxiety attack

we're both beating ourselves up today because it just shouldn't have been like that

i think the plan originally was she was just going to work half a day and then come home, but i guess with everything she ended up working a whole day and even though she kept calling and texting to check on him and we gave her the updates, i guess we both just missed the signs that he was just putting on a brave face because of who was here and that we should have insisted more on doing what he actually needed

it's just so hard because i keep wanting to let him do what he wants because it very well could be the last time he does it, y'know, but i also need to really pay attention so that days like yesterday don't happen again because he'll hurt himself and make this harder for himself if we're not careful and nobody wants that

he's been doing better today so far, though

he's back in his hospital bed and has been sleeping his ass off because i'm sure yesterday was exhausting for him big time so my mom's on top of everything and i'm just sitting here in the living room plugging away at work waiting for something to do whenever he wakes up but i'm going to try not to overdo it like i did yesterday because christ

i think he's got a social worker who's supposed to come by today so i hope maybe too that'll help at least point us in the direction of being able to get him some more answers or reassurances or something

i was thinking about it from his perspective in all of this and i think he's at the point where he's just....waiting for permission, i guess?

he keeps asking if there's some kind of schedule or ritual to this and we just keep telling him that not necessarily, this is just what we're doing right now, but i realized that just puts the onus on him to more or less decide, y'know?

because if his body is really shutting down like this and all but screaming at him that it's time i think now it's just sort of up to him whenever he feels ready but i can't imagine having to decide that because it's like...what day do i choose? do i try to make it to my birthday next week or do i just pick a day? and what time? and then what, i just...go? that's it?

yeah, no i can understand why it's hard for him but i just don't want to be the person who gives him that answer because i know him and i know if he feels even a little like it's something we're pushing on him that he'll just give up and call it quits and i don't want that, i want it to be on his terms (as much as can be)

so i guess we'll see how that goes and just keep taking it day by day, moment by moment

#another update on dad nothing bad

[the-writing-mobster]

| Baby Face Boys & Babes HCs! | Road Trip 🛣️🚦|

*Set in the 90s of course.

If you have any Head Canon requests like this, go ahead and drop them in my inbox. These are so fun to write out, so I'd love some ideas hehe. Also, let me know if you want head canons for specific characters ;)

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Sans: The Driver™

He's the one with the nicest car, so of course he'd be the one driving it. He refuses to switch unless it's with Alphys or Nick, those are the only two he trusts at the wheel besides himself.

He's a good driver... However he is a little too self confident about his own skill at the wheel. Sometimes he steers with his knee if his hands are preoccupied.

If someone is driving too slow in front of him he becomes very verbally annoyed. Makes a lot of jokes about bad drivers.

“Oh my God, what!? Why are you going 50 in a 75!? What, are you too busy masturbating!? Couldn't wait until you were home!?” — He only does this because it makes people laugh. If he were alone he would be completely silent, vibing to music.

If the road is empty, or if there's a slow poke in front of him... Or a speed trap, he'll just randomly teleport the car? It never ends badly but no warning!

You trust that he's not going to crash... But you still grip onto that grab handle... Just to be safe...

Nick: Dual Class Passenger DJ & Navigator

Has the best taste in music. Whips out the mixtapes and CDs faster than Clint Eastwood can whip out his gun. Always playing the best jams, and knows exactly what song will fit the mood and time of day or weather. He takes song requests into account, and has a wide variety of genres to listen from. The king of CD collecting.

Hates whatever is on the radio.

Also, none of his CDs are scratched he keeps them in pristine condition.

Occasionally he'll force everyone to listen to the news on the radio, and when it's just him and Sans awake, they'll turn off everything and talk endlessly about politics.

“Ugh, why do we have to listen to this?” “SHUT UP THIS IS IMPORTANT! WE NEED TO KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING IN THE WORLD RIGHT NOW!”

As Front Seat Passenger, Nick is tasked with reading the map. Will occasionally get confused about the map symbols. Has gotten them lost before, and it was probably because the map was upside down. Sans and him bicker about directions constantly like an old married couple.

Can't ever fall asleep. Will start talking about really deep shit.

Every hour or so on the road, he opens the window to start smoking a joint. This is why they can't EVER get pulled over 😬

Alphys: Window Watcher™

While Nick is blasting tunes on the radio, she's blasting her own, international music into her headphones to drown the boys out. Not because she doesn't like interacting with them, but because they're so fucking loud.

Frequently gets motion sickness and migraines. ESPECIALLY if Sans fucking teleports. “STOP! Sans I WILL throw up RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”

Stares out the window the entire time with her music like she's in a music video. Very much lost in her own thoughts. ESPECIALLY if it's raining.

Points out horses and cows without fail every time.

When everyone is asleep, she'll take her headphones off and start chatting with Sans and Nick.

Always begs to stop at Starbucks to get her coffee fix. She needs to have her venti iced latte with double shots of espresso NOW!

Jonas: Road Gamer Extraordinaire & Snack Enthusiast

Relentless Slug Bugger, and License Plate Puncher. Stop the violence Jonas. Leave the boxing at the gym.

“SLUG BUG!” *punches the shit out of Midas's shoulder.* *Midas punches him back* “NO TAG BACKS! You can't punch me back until you see a slug bug." "I did see one, righ—” “That's the one I saw! I saw it first!” He is the reason Alphys has migraines.

Constantly snacking. Even sober he has extreme munchies. Gets territorial over the snacks... He didn't even bring them.

If you're eating a snack, Jonas literally begs like a dog. He does the dog face, with the puppy eyes, will rest his snout on your shoulder. As soon as you give him the food, he's done with you though haha.

Sans does the dad hand to get snacks, and Jonas reluctantly gives him some, but it's always the smallest piece imaginable.

Constantly goofing around

Falls into the stereotype of sticking his head out the window every single time Nick rolls his window down to smoke. It's the perfect opportunity for Jonas to roll HIS window down without getting yelled at about the air pressure.

The first to fall asleep. He's so peaceful and cute when he's sleeping 🥺... We all wish he stayed like that 😐

Midas: Gas Station Crawler

“Can we stop somewhere? I'm thirsty.”

Constantly asking to stop at every seven eleven he sees. Always has to use the bathroom at the most inopportune moments.

Is always checking out sunglasses at the gas station, but none of them are dark enough to hide his eyes so he can never actually get any of them.

Beverage fiend. Where Jonas eats all the snacks, Midas drinks all the drinks. Always gets Arizona tea, Monster Energy drink and Fanta Orange, always those three together, never just one. No wonder he has to pee all the time. 🤦🏼‍♀️

“Midas, maybe you should lay off the drinks, we really can't stop for bathroom breaks anymore.” “But I'm THIRSTY!” “THEN GET WATER YOU DEHYDRATED FUCK!” -actual conversation between Sans and Midas.

Never has his seat belt on. Reckless endangerment. Midas we can not get pulled over. Nick literally has weed, we'll go to jail PUT YOUR SEATBELT ON!

Always has to take the middle seat, but it's okay, he has prime position to pester EVERYONE.

Ironically asks “are we there yet?? Are we there yet?” every hour or so. It's gotten to a point where not even Midas knows if it's ironic anymore.

Maeve: Sleeping Beauty

Always in the very back, has the whole second row back seat to herself. Just sprawls.

Brings ear plugs to block out Jonas and Midas.

Usually just reads books and magazines when and if she is awake... And... Usually she falls asleep. She literally can not keep her eyes open.

Something about the lull of the road, the soft murmur of voices just past her ear plugs, puts her right to bed.

Is always the one who falls asleep an hour into the trip and wakes up super disoriented like "What? Where are we? How did we get here?"

Really enjoys driving in the rain. There's just something really calming about the rain drops on the roof of the car. Everyone is really quiet when it's raining, and the only thing playing is Nick's somber music to match the mood. That is when she'll take out the ear plugs to enjoy the peace it brings.

Can get comfortable in any condition, sitting, or laying down. While wearing a seatbelt. With the other seat belts digging into her sides. It doesn't matter. She's out like a light.

Any time they stop and Maeve stumbles out of the car, she gets hit with the "Ooo, look who decided to join us. How was the nap sleepyhead?”

Bonus:

Papyrus: Younger Brother forced to come with™

This was not how he wanted to spend his weekend >:(

Mom made him tag along and he and Sans are bitter about it. Still, Sans is trying to include him so he's been given Alphys's usual window seat.

Desperately trying to get his homework done while Jonas and Midas are being obnoxious.

“I'm TRYING to work! Please stop!”

Despite this... He low-key enjoys being included in the slug bug challenges and license plate calls. Like... Actually really enjoys them...

Gets really competitive about it too. Ends up winning of course ;)

Constantly complaining about the music being too loud, but really enjoys when Nick turns on the news. He just finds it super interesting okay!?

Bonus 2!

Frisk: EVERYONE BEHAVE YOURSELF WE HAVE A LADY IN OUR MIDST!

Sans lets her sit in the front seat, Nick is quietly bitter about it, but understands it's just because Sans wants her to feel special and also because... He doesn't want her to have to deal with Midas and Jonas's antics.

“Why can't she sit in the back?” “Because Jonas and Midas are HOUND DOGS!” “I wouldn't mind—” “—You're sitting in the front—” “okay.” “Damn, Sans doesn't trust us.” “such baseless accusations 😔.”

Everyone is on their best behavior. Jonas isn't punching anyone, Midas is drinking less drinks than usual, Nick isn't smoking, Sans isn't randomly teleporting... Maeve and Alphys are still off in their own worlds though lmao.

And Frisk loves being in the front seat. It certainly does make her feel special. Despite the front seat privilege, she's always leaning over the console to talk to everyone in the backseat.

Is actually good at reading maps. They get to where they're going a lot faster. Sans just smugly looking back at Nick in Alphys's usual window seat like "hah... See that, Nick? Looks like it's not that hard after all”

Much like Alphys, she's always pointing out things on the road, however it's moreso about birds. "Oh look, a hawk! You know the difference between a hawk and a vulture?” *goes off on a tangent about the differences between types of birds. Sans finds this really endearing.*

Always singing along to whatever song is on the radio. She's a decent singer, not the best, but she makes it fun. Everyone sings with her. It's super fun.

“Wow, she kind of makes these road trips a lot more pleasant, we should have her with us more often...”

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Here's a little diddy I thought fit the mood :)

#underfell #wdyw #baby face #fanfic #underfell sans #underfell frisk #head canons #is this... an imagine? #send more head canon requests #I like doing these they're fun! #frisk & sans #highschool au #bf! boys #bf! babes #road trip head canons #baby face memes #wdyw memes #Spotify

[theafrochick]

Just posting a chapter of a fic i have on Ao3 for something don't mind me. its Lukadrien if anybody wants to read it

You could feel yourself drifting off on a sea of haunting melodies the longer you lay there. The album you were listening to was proving to be more thoughtful than you had originally thought. Now that you weren't listening to it beneath dialogue and sound effects, you could sense the various moods and shifts in tone a lot better.

The song changes. The sensation of being watched creeps over you, but you weren't sure if it was the haunting melody or Jules trying to work up the nerve to ask you something. You uncover one of your ears and raise one of your legs in case she wanted to sit. “What is it?”

“Uh, I'm a little early.”

Your brow furrows in momentary confusion as you place the voice. You sit up and pull your headphones off. “Sorry, I thought you were Jules.” You smile and gesture to your room. “Make yourself at home.”

Adrien sets his bag down. “What were you listening to?” He glances around your room before sitting next to you. You stash your headphones and fish your phone out from under your pillow.

You take a moment to turn your bluetooth on and resume the song you had been listening to. “Movie soundtrack. Jules and O watched it a couple days ago. I couldn't really tell you what it was about thought, I got way to wrapped up in the music. Chilling, isn't it?”

You glance at Adrien while changing the song. He furrows his brow slightly in concentration as the beat drops. You take a moment to make a small playlist with a few other songs you were more fond of.

You had been waiting for your chance to actually talk with Adrien, but now that he was in front of you, you didn't know where to start. Marinette and the others talked about him so much it felt like you already knew him. But you didn't. You didn't know what sort of expressions he made. You didn't know what his laugh sounded like. You didn't know if he was really everything the others had built him up to be. You didn't want to let your need to know scare him off. “Adrien, right? Marinette talks about you a lot.”

“She does?” The slight crease in his brow deepens. Shit. You hadn't meant to upset him. You were under the impression that him and Marinette were close. Especially when you added in the girls always plotting to get them together.

“You don't sound to happy about it.” You shake your head slightly to yourself. No matter how you felt you weren't exactly close. Adrien might not have appreciated you trying to peak into his personal life no matter how well your intentions were. You didn't want him to feel like he was backed into a corner. “Sorry, I don't mean to pry. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, I understand.”

You catch his eye and smile.

“No, it's fine.” Adrien pauses, searching for the right words. “She's...nice.”

You exhale sharply and set your phone aside. Surely there was more to it than that? He wouldn't be put off by her talking about him if that wasn't the case. “But?”

Adrien shrugs and lays back. You splay your hands out beside you as the song changes. You nod along to the bass line while Adrien thinks. This felt so easy. “There's no but, I guess.” Adrien shrugs again. “She's nice, but I'm not interested. I don't want to hurt her feelings, but she's just not getting it.”

Marinette was a lot of things, but subtle wasn't one of them. She probably wasn't doing it intentionally, rather she still held out hope that their friendship could turn into something more. You could tell she was head over heels for him. Even if it was hard, Adrien wasn't going to get out of this if he wasn't firm with her. “Where there's love, there's bound to be heartbreak as well. You should be more direct with her. Even it it hurts now, there's no way both of you can be happy with how things are in the long term. If Marinette really loves you then she'll want you to be happy; even if it means you need to be happy with other people.”

You could feel Adrien staring at you. You were certain that was the right thing to say, but you still felt selfish saying that. He wasn't going to come to you just because he rejected Marinette, but you wished he would. You wanted to know if the Adrien you had hear dos much about was the same as the one you had sitting in front of you. You wanted to know the Adrien that was kind but also selfish. The Adrien that was charming but also crass. You wanted to know that Adrien that was smart but also a little clueless. Or maybe the Adrien that was beyond what everyone thought of, and expected, from him. You wanted to know him when he was just being him.

Adrien forces out a smile and asks, “does that mean you're going to ask her out?”

You hum thoughtfully, pretending to consider it. You supposed you were in the same boat as him. Marinette was nice but, you weren't sure you wanted to be anything more than friends. You shake your head. “Not my type.”

“Then what is your type?” You hold Adrien's gaze. Color rises to his cheeks and you hear him swallow.

“Blond...” You inch towards him. “Headstrong.” You place your hands on either side of his head. His eyes widen slightly, but he doesn't try to push you off. “Charming... maybe a little clueless.”

You swing your leg over him. “I'm not clueless.”

Adrien pouts slightly. You struggle to stifle your laughter and touch your forehead to his. “If you say so.”

You shift your right hand and run your thumb across his bottom lip. It felt like you were stealing him away. Faint notes drifted through your head and merged into the new song that started. Adrien's breathing picked up. His eyes would wander towards your mouth then back to your eyes. He shifted slightly beneath you as you place your hand back beside his head. The closer your lips came to his, the more aware you felt of him lying beneath you. What little reservations you still held about this were pushed to the back of your mind until there was nothing more than you, him, trapped in his moment.

You press your lips again his. You feel his pulse quicken to match yours as you press your chest against his. The sound of his sharp, uneven breaths mingle with your own deeper ones. He slips his hands beneath yours and intertwines your fingers.

His hands were soft, and just barely smaller than your own. His lips were soft too. The smell of his cologne started to wrap around you and it only made you want him more.

You shift your weight to your forearms and deepen the kiss. You squeeze his hands. Strands of his hair brush against the side of your face. Adrien grips your hands tighter than you would have expected. You suck in a breath, catching his bottom lip in your teeth. “Geez, you're stronger than you look.”

Adrien's eyes widen slightly and he stammers out an apology. He releases your hand and glances away. You kiss his cheek and laugh quietly. “It's fine.” You squeeze his hands again. You feel him take a breath as you trail kissed down the side of his face and to neck. He squeezes your hands again, gentler this time. You sigh his name and touch your forehead to his once again. “What am I going to do with you?”

You slip your hands from his and sit beside his head. The sound of your uneven breathing breaks the silence of your room. Fragments of his melody linger in the back of your mind. If he'd let you, you wanted to hear it again.

Adrien struggled to catch his breath again, His hand trembled slightly as he reached for your face. He strokes your cheek with his thumb and bites his lip. You wrap your hand around his fingers and turn your face into his hand, kissing his palm. You could feel his pulse still racing beneath your fingertips. “I hope I didn't overstep myself. I just... Everyone talks about you so much. When I saw you standing there it felt like I was meeting an old friend. I wanted to hear your melody for myself... I wanted to know if it could mix with mine.”

“And do they?”

You kiss his hand again. “That wouldn't be entirely up to me, would it?” You hold his gaze again. Doubt lingered at the edge of your consciousness. This felt so natural to you. But you could very well be wrong. You may have been letting your desire to know him cloud your judgement.

Adrien slides his hand up the side of your face and sits up, tangling his fingers in your hair. A flash of purple in the peripheral catches your attention as he pulls you into another kiss, but the thought was gone as soon as it had formed. Adrien shifted his grip on your as he edged closer to you. You slip your arms around him, trying to find your grip in his over-shirt. He runs his hand up your chest only to wrap his hands around the collar of your shirt and pull you closer to him. “Are you guys ready to rock?”

You flinch away from him as Rose's voice pierces through the silence. Adrien seemed just as dazed as you were for a moment. Practice had entirely slipped your mind. “I guess that's our cue.” You kiss him one last time before leaning away from him. If you lingered too close you might have been tempted to stay here for as long as you could.

Jules appear in the doorway once again. She glances between you and Adrien and shuffles her feet. “Luka can you help move the amps? W-when you're done.”

“Of course.” Jules ducks into the hall, but you could still see her shadow on the floor. You stand, and rest your hand on top of Adrien's head. His hair was soft too. “See you up there?”

“Yeah.” Adrien nods absentmindedly and smiles to himself. You follow Jules into the living room but stop short of grabbing one of the amps. “Adrien said he's going to talk to Marinette, but can you keep this a secret for now?”

Jules flips her hair back, a ghost of a smile appearing on her face as she rolls up an extension cord. “I mean, I didn't look like she stood a chance anyway. But, I'm not sure I know what you're talking about.”

You grab and amp and follow her toward the upper deck. “Thanks Jules.”

“Don't sweat it. The real question is who's gonna tell mom she's not getting grandkids?”

You peer into your room on the way by. Adrien was still sitting on your bed, off in his own little world. “We can adopt.”

“Don't give Rose any ideas. She'd turn the house into an orphanage.”

#my writing #delete later

[katsukikitten]

Part one. Master list for plus one can be found here.

Just a nice fic I decided to write for fun. Please enjoy!

Asshole!

He was nothing but a huge, giant fucking ASSHOLE for the entire two years the two of you were dating and he decides NOW is a good time to break up with you?

Two days before your cousin's wedding and over TEXT MESSAGE?!

That fucking asshole.

He knew how you felt. Exactly how you felt about going alone to your cousin's wedding after your family begged to meet your boyfriend and teased you for "probably making him up." Which hell, he may as well have been made up considering how absent he was in the relationship. Using work as an excuse to come home late but forgetting to turn off his snap location when he showed up at the bar.

So you did what any rational woman in her upper twenties would do.

You drowned your sorrows in booze, tonight red wine as it was the only thing around, and you scrolled through your socials in hopes of distracting yourself from your suffering.

Alas the devil that is Instagram only amplified your sadness and irritation. Showing couple after couple, your friends on hikes kissing on the mountain top, kissing in the flickering light of candles at a fancy dinner or, worst yet, getting proposed to. The video showing her in hysterics screaming, "YES I DO I DO!"

And it feels terrible to feel this way. Especially about your friends, the people you love and want to support, still it stings. You hadn't told anyone about the breakup, you weren't even sure your friends even remembered that asshole's name.

A teardrop lands on your screen, magnifying all the magical lights of the led beneath the glad. You wipe away the tear and with that the feed refreshes. A new post has come in at the top, Res Riot's official account.

Kirishima stands with a fat white cat in his arms. He dwarfs the animal with his large stature that looks larger as he still has his Red Riot gear on. The caption reads something along the lines of "missed my precious baby."

Red wine is a dangerous thing as your body acts on its own. You go to his page to hit the little arrow to DM him. Typing out and backspacing your message as you struggle from the booze, you decide to say fuck it and use the voice memo feature. Before you know it your sniffling voice is playing back to you after you've hit send.

"My ex broke up with me before this stupid wedding. It's in two days and my family is going to roast me big time when I show up alone. They think I made that asshole up. I don't know why I'm even in your dms. Your account is probably run by some dick head who can't even capture your kindness. I guess I'm here cause my first thought seeing you on my timeline was Red Riot has always been my hero…"

Ugh totally fucking cringe.

There is no surprise as you see the three normally ominous dots pop up, probably his social media manager about to ask you to stop your "advances" as Kirishima is too busy to date and he'd hate to block you or some other bullshit.

But there it is a surprise to see a little bubble with the play button and some vertical lines in various heights. It takes your sluggish brain a moment to realize you've been sent a voice memo. Odd. Your thumb smashes the screen faster than you can think and a deep voice rumbles through the speakers of your phone.

"Actually I run my official and personal socials. And I'm sorry to hear about your ex doll. He sounds like a real ass. I'll be your hero, I'll go with you to the wedding."

Your heart stutters, no way, no way in HELL this was Red Riot. You had read about the horror stories before or pervy account managers taking advantage of women who so desperately wanted to talk to their hero.

Hell, it's happened to Dynamight plenty of times.

You swallow quickly but the bile rushes up your throat. Not just from the anxiety of a possible con but from drinking an entire bottle of wine with nothing on your stomach after months of sobriety. Quickly you stumble to the bathroom, abandoning your phone on your bed. You barely make it in time to praise the porcelain Gods before you fall onto your back. Looking up at the light in your cramped bathroom, the orb doubles and spins as you feel the Earth turning on its axis. You curl into your side using your bathmat as a pillow as you drift off into sleep, totally forgetting about the voice memo on your phone.

As you sleep peacefully on your memory foam bath rug, Kirishima settles into his nightly routine. One giant hand grabbing strands of long dark red hair into a towel while another sits snugly around his Adonis belt and the thick, black happy trail that follows up the center of his abs before spreading out onto his chest. He tosses the towel over the open door of the bathroom before sitting in his favorite armchair with phone in hand. Diamond, his beautiful white cat he rescued a few years ago, jumps onto the arm of the chair, purring loudly when Kirishima's free hand scratches her ears absentmindedly.

He chuckles to himself as he realizes exactly what he's done. Acting on a feeling instead of logic all because he heard a "damsel in distress." Starting off his rare vacation with spontaneity starting with an impromptu date with a stranger. He really isn't sure what you look like and it's obvious your handle doesn't have your real name in it, just PrincessPeach with some random numbers at the end. He takes the time to scroll through your profile. Seeing pictures of food, of many sunsets, a friend's dog that guest appears often, your own cat and plenty of strays.

It takes him a while before he sees a photo of you. His heart stutters in his chest as he looks you over. Laughing with a friend, soft lighting from strings over head that blur like little fireflies. Your smile is wide, half hidden by your hands as your eyes seem to smile with you. Sparkling as if they held stars.

For a moment Kirishima forgets how to breathe, it isn't until Diamond jumps down from the armchair does he inhale. He smiles softly to himself before he drops his towel, puts his phone on charge and promptly falls asleep in his bed.

Kirishima rises before the sun even has a chance to filter through his blinds. He sighs softly, getting up to a sitting position disturbing a fluffy white ball that lays beside him.

"Mmrow." Moon stone eyes blink slowly as they look at the mountainous man hogging the bed.

"I didn't mean to wake you sweet baby." He says softly, going to pet the soft white fur only for her to get up stretch and give him her butt before plopping back down.

"I know, mean ol' daddy woke you up too early again." He says softly, his hand falling onto her back before he rises from the bed. Fishing for his running shorts, socks, headphones and shoes. He makes his protein shake, leaning on the counter as he drinks it, looking at how you read, or better yet, listened to his message but still no reply. It was late and there was a small slurring of your words, he figures you've passed out. He just hopes you're okay.

His run goes as usual, up before anyone else unless they were the normal avid runner. Passing by the usual array of people. An old man holding onto his youth by jogging through his daily five mile morning run, Kirishima knows he runs another five in the evening while the sun is setting. He hopes he can embody some of this man's commitment when he is older. Then he passes a middle aged woman, who gives him the biggest smile as she pases, jogging backward to send him a wink before plowing ahead. Occasionally he'll see a running group or a few teens training to be heroes, they always ask if they can run his route. "It's long." He always warns in a kind, warm voice. They assure him they will be fine so far only one other person could handle his 12 mile morning run. A young woman in her second year of hero courses at UA. Since then Kirishima put in a word with his boss and so every time internships roll around she's in the office.

By the time Kirishima is rounding back towards his high rise apartment, the city begins to stir. Slowly waking as men and women in business suits rush towards the train, parents flinging open the doors or curtains fussing at their children who cling to an extra few minutes of sleep before school.

This was always his favorite part of the run, not because it was almost over, oh no it was because he had a chance to glimpse at everyday life. Of nine to fives, of school hours and after school hangs outs at snack bars or the library.

What most would call the mundane but Kirishima would never call it that. It's why he worked so hard to protect it.

Diamond greets his sweaty form at the door. Glaring angrily with her moon stone eyes. Tail swishing before she goes to the kitchen by her bowl. Waiting impatiently.

"I'm not late, sweet cheeks." He coos, and she glares, "I know I know. You're hungry now."

He opens the fridge, gets out the highest quality food there is and places it on her dish, sure to keep it all in the middle or she'll claim her bowl was empty. He added a splash of water too since the weather was starting to get hot.

He sucks down a water or two, demolishes a protein bar and then heads to the apartment gym.

A few hours roll by and without hearing from you yet his worry over your well being begins to cloud the forefront of his mind. He pauses his music, picks up his phone and talks out a voice memo.

A loud DING echoes from your room and around your skull as you rise with a throbbing headache.

"Fuck." You hiss to yourself grabbing at your head as you shakily rise to your feet. Yanking the handle of the faucet to drink from the stream before looking at yourself in the mirror.

"Ugh." You grunt ignoring your swollen face and eyes, yanking the mirror door open to snatch at the bottle of aspirin. Swallowing THREE extra strength pills before slamming the door shut and turning off the faucet. You make your way towards your bedroom, more than ready to sleep the rest of your day away. Grabbing at your phone to charge it you see the push notification of an Instagram message from Red Riot.

The fucking Red Riot.

Internally you scream before it bubbles up your throat and escapes. You fumble to unlock your phone before looking that it's a voice memo.

Mortified you realize you sent one too. And first at that.

"Fuck MEEE!" You plop onto the bed. Nervous this second voice memo is probably about how you're a weirdo or something as you relive the memory of asking him to be your plus one.

Hesitantly your thumb hovers over the play button before you find the strength to press the cool glass. A soft thunderous voice plays out.

"Good morning sleepy head. I haven't heard from you yet, I hope you're okay. Be sure to drink some water and eat something greasy. Trust me, late nights with Denki and Bakugou taught me something. Since the wedding is tomorrow I'll need a picture of your dress for the color and style so I can match you Sweet pea. Contact me soon so I can know where to pick you up."

Did he… did he just call you SWEET PEA? Your heart pounds in your chest before it registers he's asked for your dress color and lowkey asked for your address. This couldn't be real. It sounded like Kirishima, his voice familiar from interviews you've watched but it very well could be a prank. Defeated you hit the small microphone and reply.

Kirishima hears a sharp DING in his headphones over his music as he finishes his set. He wipes the sweat from his face on his shirt giving the few people in the gym a lovely view of his sweaty and thick torso. One woman trips on the treadmill but it goes unnoticed by Kirishima. He pauses his music and hits play on the little memo. Your beautiful yet groggy voice comes in through his ear buds causing Kirishima to bite his lip. It causes such a flutter of butterflies in his stomach he has to listen a second time to actually hear what you said. Although he understand, he cannot help but feel hurt by your reply.

"How do I know you're not just some pervy guy using Kirishima's Godly looks to prey on unsuspecting people."

Your phone chirps at you from the bed stand and you growl reaching for it. You had hoped your message would have been clear. An unspoken of you know they're a fucking creep taking advantage of their PR job.

"What can I do to prove it to you, Sweet Pea?"

You hate how that cute nickname sends your heart into a somersault and your stomach in delightful knots. Still your doubt pulls a harsh tut from your lips before you reply.

Kirishima doesn't need his phone to alert him that you've messaged him, he's been looking at his screen for far to long without having to restart his set. He listens to your voice as if it were music.

"Fine, you wanna prove it to me so bad. Take a picture of yourself shirtless with the word 'Sweet pea' you love so much and send it to me. No photoshop I know what my favorite hero looks like!"

For over an hour you don't hear back and you figure you showed that perv.

But now you can't sleep so you nurse a water, door dash a "greasy" breakfast all before cranking your shower as high as it can go. Your phone dings and you try to ignore it. You really do but as the saying goes curiosity killed the cat. Opening the message you see a classic guy mirror selfie. Kirishima is clear as day in the photo, his large hand pointing to his bare, hairy chest where sweat pea is scrawled in his adorable handwriting. He winks at the camera as his kissable lips wear a dangerous, almost cocky eyes travel down his bulk following his happy trail that dives under a pair of black shorts, the best part of the view getting cut off by the vanity. At first you try to rationalize that this was fake but damning evidence was sitting on the vanity. A fluffy white cat in a diamond and ruby encrusted collar sits on the counter giving her owner an odd look.

His cat Diamond that everyone knows he loves and adores. Slick begins to collect between your thighs and especially so after you listen to the voice memo that comes through shortly after. His normally friendly and soft voice comes out a bit dark, husky as he says in a playfully annoyed tone.

"Now send me a picture of that dress, Sweet Pea."

#kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #bnha x reader

[maplecornia]

Chapter 4

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 3.06K

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: romance | slice of life | fluff | angst | bts x female!reader | ot7

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now you’re grown up, they’ve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that they’re broken?

𝔞/𝔫: this one is literally just revolving around one of the BTS members. i don't really have much else to say other than HYUNJIN'S BACK and I'm crying.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: cliffhangers | angst | fluff | slight mentions of self hatred | depression | mental health illness | self harm | occurs in the year 2024 | set in a timeline where BTS went to the military together | slight language

tags: @kookaine | @fangirl125reader | @kookiebbyxx | @taradevonne

Kim Namjoon never imagined he would lose his assistant.

JaeJin was a great worker and a great friend. He loved music and expressed it through his very soul, his every move whenever he danced or helped Namjoon produce a song. Namjoon smiles as his hand hovers over the soundboard.

In the back of his mind, he remembers the days spent here ever since Jaejin was promoted to his assistant. He remembers the first time he met his dear friend, how nervous Jaejin looked, unspoken excitement reverberating off of him in waves.

As Namjoon pushes up the volume on the soundboard, he thinks back to the moments spent as Jae learned how to be his assistant, as Namjoon taught him as much as he could. How what started as respect turned into a mutual friendship, and later, a brotherhood.

Though Namjoon is sad to see JaeJin go, he is happy to see his dream accomplished. He will miss Jae's smile, his laugh, and his good heart, but he knows that just because Jaejin is taking a different path doesn't mean they will cease to be friends.

As soon as Joon finishes a part of his song, he sighs, pulling away from the board and whipping out his phone.

He doesn’t know why he started thinking about him all of a sudden, he was one of the first people to know that Jae was leaving. Besides, he would see him soon, it’s not like Jaejin leaving for a couple of months means that he won’t ever see him again.

Standing, RM walks out of the room, leaving Suga to continue by himself.

He's lucky that Yoongi has his headphones on. If he caught Namjoon slacking he wouldn't get off easy. Carefully, RM exits the room, shutting the door softly behind him as he leans against the wall next to the door to the studio. Turning his phone on, he checks the time, his heart thumping slightly.

8:30 am.

Perhaps the reason his mind is so full of nostalgic memories is that he’s been waiting since last night to meet his new manager.

Jaejin said that his replacement should show up around this time, but he hasn't given much information other than that. Namjoon pockets his phone and heads down the hallway towards the front lobby.

Staff members pass by him, some working for TxT, others for the new girl group they put together about 3 years ago, and even more for the new boy group that BigHit began putting together in 2020.

Namjoon finds their presence surreal.

The members of BTS's staff have been around ever since their debut, and even more, have joined the crew over the years. These staff members will no doubt do the same for their groups, maybe stick around till the very end.

If anyone asked Namjoon's opinion, he would say it was the staff that had to do the real work. And all from behind the scenes. They are the ones who help them put on a great show. They are the ones who tutor them, provide for them, allow them to create their vision, their masterpiece. They are the stitches behind the fabric.

To Namjoon, BTS is just the face. The whole idea of them, of their message, was created through everyone's effort. Including ARMY, including their staff, including BTS themselves.

Losing one of their members would be like trying to fill a hole that cannot be filled.

Perhaps that's why Namjoon is so worried about Jaejin's replacement.

No one can truly replace him.

Namjoon never wanted a new manager.

There was a reason he chose Jaejin out of all the others, a reason he turned a backup dancer into his manager. He needs someone with the same passion, the same grit, the same determination that he has. Jaejin had that, and more. He was able to keep up with Namjoon’s crazy schedule, his unhealthy habits, his tendency to overwork himself.

Normally it was Suga trying to keep up with him, trying to help him, trying to do the best for him, but when he met Jaejin, he found exactly what he needed in a manager.

Will his replacement be able to do the same?

Entering the lobby, he knocks on the counter, where a receptionist is taking a call. She looks up at his knock and he smiles at her, receiving the usual smile back and a slight blush on her cheeks.

After a moment of their little staring contest, Namjoon grows impatient. He indicates silently that he’s waiting to speak with her and her eyes widen in realization. She nods sheepishly at his signal, holding up one finger to signify to him that she'll talk to him in a second. He complies, settling in as she continues her call, faintly aware of Kim Namjoon behind her.

Namjoon is never sure how to feel about these types of things.

People recognizing him in the street, others noticing him even with a disguise, he doesn't know what to do with the attention.

Why didn't people pay attention to him before? When he didn't have all the makeup, the money, and the influence? Are they looking at him because they appreciate who he is as a person?

Or because he is Kim Namjoon?

RM of BTS.

Putting the thought out of his mind, he turns his back to the receptionist, unlocking his phone, and opening the chat with Jaejin. He doesn't see any sign of his replacement, but then again, how would Namjoon know what she looks like?

Hey

YOUNG APPRENTICE- oh hi, what’s up hyung?

When was your replacement supposed to be here again?

YOUNG APPRENTICE- ummmmm, 8:00 am or so, why?

RM pulls away from his phone, looking around for any sign of a girl who looks lost or out of place in the lobby. Every time Jaejin talked about this so-called friend, he referred to them as a “she” so the only thing Namjoon knows about this new manager is the fact that she’s female.

Sadly, as he desperately scours the lobby, there's no sign of anyone there that fits the description. The one girl who was waiting in the waiting area has just been called aside and led to a meeting room. Namjoon, a little worried, bites his lip before a buzz in his hands causes him to glance at his phone.

YOUNG APPRENTICE- Namjoon?

Yeah?

I’m sorry it’s just….she’s not here yet

YOUNG APPRENTICE- WHAT

Namjoon rolls his eyes playfully at Jae's reaction before walking out of the lobby. If she's not here, there's no need to hang around, and it doesn't seem as though the receptionist is paying much attention anyway.

As he leaves, the receptionist stares after him almost hopelessly, Namjoon oblivious to the longing gaze.

He glances at his phone once more maneuvering his way through the hallways of the building.

YOUNG APPRENTICE- are you sure?

YOUNG APPRENTICE- I'm gonna murder her

Well I can’t know for sure

Could I have a picture or maybe a name?

YOUNG APPRENTICE- I never gave you one?

Not to my knowledge

YOUNG APPRENTICE- oh I am so sorry hyung! Her name is Lin Yen and just give me a minute and I'll find you a picture

"Lin...Yen...." Namjoon murmurs, pondering it in his mind.

"Just who exactly are you?" he whispers, putting the phone down once more as he comes to a stop in a corner of the hallway.

Yen...he repeats in his mind, playing around with it, trying to see how it sounds on his tongue, how it feels circling in his thoughts, how it plays on his voice.

It's a beautiful name, one he hasn't heard often, and for some reason, he feels as though it's foreign. Another vibration from his phone jolts him out of his pondering thoughts, and he looks down at the screen, immediately bursting out laughing.

Jaejin has sent the picture of you, but it's not just any picture.

It's a picture of you eating salad.

But that's not what makes it so funny.

You and Jaejin are at a Korean BBQ in the picture, and you hold the signature salad bowl up to your face, your chopsticks hooked around an enormous bite. You're shoving the bite into your mouth, your cheeks puffed up like chipmunks, your eyes wide and nose pinched.

Your expression, your face, the fact that you're attempting to shove a huge bite into your mouth, everything about the picture is hilarious, and Namjoon can't stop looking at it.

He can't stop looking at you.

Now he is sure that you are a foreigner, with that complexion and your facial features. You aren't necessarily tall, but not super short either. Then again, Namjoon doesn't think that Park Jimin is short, so what does he know?

One thing is for sure, though…

You are beautiful.

And it’s not only the physical things that make you beautiful, though they are a contributing factor.

It’s the personality.

The charisma that exuberates off of you, managing to touch him most charmingly through a mere photo. The way you smile, how it lights up your eyes. The blush of your cheeks, and even the color of your hair. Everything about you has captured his attention, and he can't look away.

His smile doesn't want to fade, so he covers his face with his hand, leaning against the wall. No doubt he looks like an idiot, but he doesn't care.

You have that gift.

The natural gift of familiarity when you are less than strangers.

And it has surprised him. The cool, calm, professional, wise Namjoon wouldn't have thought that such a thing could reach his heart...and yet he can't stop smiling.

"Namjoon."

Startled, the smile fading just as quickly as it began, Namjoon jumps, his phone slipping out of his grip. Frantic, and a bit embarrassed, he fumbles to catch it before it falls, but to no avail.

He watches in hopeless despair as the phone hits the ground with a sickening thud, the screen immediately cracking at the impact of the harsh tiled floor.

Namjoon lets out a groan, while a slender, pale hand reaches out and picks it up. Wincing, he glances to his side.

Where Min Yoongi holds his phone in between his fingers as though it were a dirty piece of trash; looking unamused. Glaring at him with a stare as cold as ice, he drops it into RM’s hands before folding his arms across his chest. Namjoon rolls his eyes at his luck, sighing inwardly.

He doesn't look too happy.

"Hey, Yoongi, I--"

"Yes, please explain, Kim Namjoon." Yoongi drawls, his voice monotone and sending shivers down Namjoon’s spine. Almost shamefully, Namjoon turns off his phone and slides it back into his pocket, avoiding that icy stare.

"You're supposed to be helping, yet you left for what? To laugh at memes? Now is not the time to be fooling around with Jackson for heaven's sakes!” Though Yoongi doesn’t raise his voice, the severity of his tone is enough to make it seem as though he has and Namjoon has to restrain himself from visibly flinching away from him. After a moment of silence, Suga sighs, rubbing his temple with frustration. “Why are you so distracted today?"

Joon has been asking himself the same question.

"For one thing, they weren't memes and I wasn’t talking to Jackson. It was a picture of Jaejin's replacement. I was trying to see if she's arrived yet." He explains, a bit indignantly, before walking away towards the studio once more, hoping to escape the conversation.

He should have remembered that nothing escapes Yoongi.

"And did she?" Suga follows Namjoon, managing to walk fast enough to catch up with him and yet still look nonchalant and unbothered. RM sighs at the question, speeding up his pace, as he notices the studio door in the distance.

Jumping at the opportunity, Namjoon makes a break for the door, Yoongi calling after him in surprise. He reaches it, leaving Suga behind in the dust. Opening the door he sinks into a chair as though it were a refuge from the uncomfortable situation he found himself in. As Yoongi comes to a stop in front of the door, Namjoon acts as though he were there the entire time.

"Do you need something?" he asks innocently, and Yoongi rolls his eyes, walking in and closing the door behind him before settling into a chair of his own.

"Yes. I need you to focus on this project. This is important, and is nowhere near done if it's going to be our next title track." He murmurs, immediately setting to work, his mouse echoing in the silence. Biting his bottom lip in guilt, RM turns back to his phone, frowning a bit at the sight of the cracked screen.

Yoongi is right, Namjoon knows this.

They dedicated this day to work on BTS’s new title song.

Namjoon especially wanted Yoongi to produce it because of his incredible skill and work ethic. He practically begged him to take time off from his other projects to work on this with him, Yoongi is sacrificing a lot of his time just to be here.

Namjoon knows how important time can be.

It doesn’t help matters considering how this song is so essential to their comeback album. Promotion is still far off, but it doesn't change the circumstances. ARMY waited for them for so long to come back to them, it’s only fair that they give them the most groundbreaking album they can.

But RM can't focus.

And it’s for such a stupid reason.

Just because Jaejin is gone doesn't mean the world will fall apart.

He knows this, it's just...

Namjoon smiles a bit bitterly, turning back to the booth as he resumes his work once more.

"She wasn't there." Suga turns to Namjoon at the sound of his voice. Namjoon notices but doesn't pay any mind, continuing to play with the soundboard, creating his type of spell, his sort of magic. "In response to your question."

Yoongi doesn't respond, waiting for Namjoon to finish. That's the way he is, sometimes RM can’t finish a thought in one sentence and it takes him a moment to piece things together, what with everything else running through that expansive mind of his. Suga knows when to wait, when to stay silent, and allow RM a chance to tell him everything he needs to.

He's no stranger to listening to people, especially when it comes to Namjoon.

Sometimes, Joon just needs to let something out without anyone saying anything, and Yoongi won't say anything unless he feels it's necessary. He’ll listen, and be there for anyone to lean on, able to offer them the emotional support they need to carry on.

"I'm sorry, I guess I'm a little nervous to meet her." After a moment, Yoongi responds to him, his soft voice carrying across the room in a comforting murmur.

"What's the big deal? If she's professional, she'll be perfect. I'm sure there's nothing to be worried about." He reassures him. RM nods, trying to concentrate once more, and put the thought of your arrival to the back of his mind.

Maybe Yoongi is right, maybe there is nothing to be worried about.

However, Namjoon can't help but think that your arrival will change their lives.

And who knows if it'll be for the better?

𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: how are you guys liking Jaejin now? lol

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[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

hickey prank...gone wrong

y/n wanted to prank the avengers for forgetting to hide a hickey she got from a 'mysterious boy' after she finished pranking them and telling them its fake, peter came in and NOT so subtly asked her when he did that since they're secretly dating

pairing: peter x stark!reader

status: secretly dating

y/n's pov

ive been watching a lot of youtube lately, it literally became my best friend, i scrolled through my recommendations and found a 'hickey prank' video, i smiled to myself already knowing im about to do it, and clicked on the video

It was a girl pranking her parents for getting a hickey, i watched the girl make the fake hickey on her neck, and i was considering to ask peter to do one for me that would be more entertaining but that would obviously backfire if i couldnt wipe it out

so i didnt ask him, another thing is that peter and i have been secretly dating for around a month now, my dad, tony stark, strictly told peter that i am off limits but were still dating and its been the best month ever.

anyways, i opened my vanity drawer and got my eye shadow pallet, i decided on a spot to make the 'hickey' and started adding dark colored eye shadow to make it look believable, the end result looked pretty good, and i know that from experience ;)

it ws on the right side of my neck right below my ear, i opened my two braids to cover the 'hickey' took my phone to record this i already know chaotic experience since this is the avengers we're talking about and left my room while i was walking in the hallway i got a text from peter saying:

MY baby 🥰🧸: coming in 15! xx

I squealed from excitment coz its been a week since ive seen him because of his exams and everything but back to the prank

i walked inside our kitchen/living room and the avengers were scattered everywhere since they just finished a mission and now theyre hungry af, perfect

i snuck my phone behind a bowl of fresh fruits and acted normally trying to contain my nervousness and excitement

"hey guys!" i said looking at the kitchen island that filled with delicious hot meals, yumm

"hey sweetie" dad said kissing my cheek, and everybody mumbled a 'hey' since they're too busy stuffing theyre mouths with food

"hows the mission?" i asked curiously, thor, sam and scott completely ignored me trying to stuff everything in, nat and wanda were talking about how stupid one of the men were for flirting with them and comepletely beat the shit out of him for makig inappropriate comment, my girls I thought and steve, dad, bruce, and bucky answered my question

they've always had a soft spot for me and hated whenever i got ignored, i smile at them grateful that they didnt ignore me even though i wouldnt get mad i mean im also starving

i continued on eating arguing with sam on who will get the biggest slice of the chocolate cake wanda made, but then i remembered i came here to do the prank so i decided its time

i looked infront of me checking if my phone is still recording and it was, its been recording for 8 minutes now so i excused myself from the table to go 'get some fruit'

i quickly grabbed an apple and rerecorded the video, "so what do you guys wanna do? peters coming in a few" i said taking my hair and secured it behind my ear, its been exposed its been exposed omg omg omg i tried to calm down a bit coz in any second someone could spot my 'hickey'

"oh, we could have a movie night, you know, coz peter finished school so we should celebrate" my dad said looking at me then looking back at his food but looked at me again eyes widened, he spotted it ABORT MISSION OMG OMG

I looked down at my food trying not to run from the glare hes giving me

"y/n?" my dad asked, his tone has never been this serious before, oh shit

"y-yes" i squeecked god pull it together y/n, its not real

"what is that on your neck" he pointed out, which grabbed everyones attention, great, all eyes were on me, steve, bucky and bruce widened their eyes shocked, wanda and nat were smirking, sam, scott, and clint were laughing their asses off while thor looked as clueless as a baby

i was sitting at the center of the table and i just wanted to sink in and get absorbed my the marble walls

"w-what do you mean?" i asked 'confused' i grabbed nats phone that was between us, opened the camera and gasped trying to act surprised and scared "I-I uhhh" I let go of my hair so it can cover it again "I-I burned my self while curling my hair" I nervously blurted out, wow I'm a great actress

"that does not look like a burn young lady what is that?" Steve buts in, anger literally fuming from his ears and eyes Bucky glaring at me trying to think of every boy I've ever interacted with

"I curled my hair uncle Steve!" I replied rolling my eyes

"THAT IS NOT A BURN HUN THATS A HICKEY" my dad got out of his chair clearly getting angrier by the second

"ITS NOT DAD, YOU THINK I COULD HOOK UP WITH BOYS WHEN IM BEING WATCHED 24/7?" I shot back standing as well, everybody gasped

"what is a hickey if I may interrupt"

"SHUT UP" the rest of the team said clearly enjoying this

"I wanna know who's D y/n got" Sam said laughing

"was he at least good?" Nad asked smirking

"please tell me you used protection" Wanda asked concerned

"WHO IS IT" all three of them said

"NO ONE!" I shouted

"why is he that important that you have to be so secretive of him?" Bucky suddenly blurts out tightening his fists so hard his knuckles could pop out

"maybe he's special" nat smirked

"y/n" my dad said in a warningly tone "if you don't tell us who this idiot is I swear I'm gonna let Bruce turn into the hulk and smash every boys house that you've ever interacted with" I felt like that was enough, and obviously got everyone's attention, I tried to contain my laughter coz they're faced are just hilarious waiting for me to tell them who it is

"it's....it's...a-a..A PRANK!" I laughed, everybody looked at me speechless clearly not buying it

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS A PRANK THERE'S STILL A HICKEY ON YOUR NECK" my dad shouted

"yeah a FAKE one" I took the wipe from my back pocket, wiping my 'hickey' and gestured to the smudged make up "SEE??" I laughed

Steve, Bucky, Bruce and my dad looked relieved, nat, Scott, Wanda, Clint, and Sam looked...disappointed?? And Thor was still clueless as ever, I walked to the counter to stop recording

"YOU WERE RECORDING?" Wanda scoffed

"do not do that to us a again young lady I was gonna get a heart attack" Steve warned leaving the table

"doll" Bucky said and I looked at him "if I ever see a boy with you this close" he gestured between him and I "I will squish their face and pull his brains out with my bare hand" he warned

and for a second I thought of Peter, I swear he's gonna get killed if they know what 'helping him study' and 'looking after me' means I just rolled my eyes at their stupid behavior

"so y/n didn't get any D yesterday? Poor thing" Sam laughs

"SAM I SWEAR YOUR NEXT ON THE LIST" dad said walking out of the kitchen

"for the first time in forever IM glad this was a prank coz the poor boy would've been dead just by the glares he'll get" I laughed shaking my head after the hilarious prank we cleaned up the kitchen island

"ok guys I'm gonna go to my room to clean this...mess" I gestured to my neck full of smudged make up

"hey guys, what did I miss?" Peter walked in the living room a few minutes after i left

"oh just y/n being y/n, she'll tell you what happened" Scott laughed which confused Peter but he ignored it m opened the fridge to get a snack and go to your room,

like I said it's been a week since he's seen you so he was very excited to kiss you hug you and just shower you with affection...in secret obviously

he knocked on my door doing our secret pattern and barged into my room

"HEY PETER" I almost shouted jumping onto him crossing my legs on his torso and snuggling my headphones to his neck

"hey baaaby" he whispered kissing my temple

"ITS BEEN AGES" I whisper shouted

"that it has" he whispered back finally connecting his lips with mine, And slowly walked to the bed, he sat down which resulted in me straddling his lap

"I missed you" I mumbled hovering his lips a bit

"I missed his more" his voice was lower than usual which made my hormones go haywire, he started pampering me with kisses

"I *kiss* miss *kiss* you *kiss* so *kiss* fucking *kiss* much" he said

"oh since when does innocent Peter Parker swear" i teased looking at his eyes

"since I've dated you" he shot back "when I started dating you, you made me feel and become like a normal horny teenage boy" he kissed me again

"well, im glad you feel...normal" I laughed, he started kissing my neck again and unfortunately my dad was walking past my bedroom at the time

"is this a bruise or just a very messy hickey I gave you, coz if it is I better fix it" he smirked already knowing it's not his but just finding an excuse to do one on me

"oh it's just a prank I did to the team which thankfully I recorded so you can see it"

"how bout I make it a real one?" He smirked

"Yes plea-"

"WHAT?" my dad barged in PERFECT TIMING DAD

"PETER BENJAMIN FUCKING PARKER YOU HAVE 3 SECONDS TO LEAVE THIS COMPOUND BEFORE I FRENCH FRY THAT WHAT I THOUGHT WAS INNOCENT BRAIN OF YOURS"

"RUN PETE RUNNN"

🏃‍♂️ 💨

Have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

-quacksonlover

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[semicielo]

Hello! I'm still new at this, so I hope I do everything alright,,, could I request for fluff headcannon for Kenma and Tsukki with a female s/o who is getting treated for anxiety, but the medicine she has been taking is losing effect, and now she is worried she'll never actually stop taking medicine and will always have anxiety? sorry if it sound silly, but this is really stressing me out rn as im going through this... I hope im not asking too much! Thank you very much!

hc’s of Kenma and Tsukishima with a fem reader with anxiety

A/N: hi honey, i really hope I wrote this correctly and that i approach the correct themes, and it doesn’t sound silly, your concerns are not silly and would never be :((

Pairings: Kozume Kenma x Fem Reader — Tsukishima Kei x Fem Reader.

Warning; anxiety

Genre: fluff

⋆ Kenma ◞⋆◦

He knew about her anxiety and that she was taking medication, but (y/n) never told him about her recent concern.

Still he notices some things about her behavior, she was quiet and spacing out a lot, and looked more nervous.

Once they were on his house to play video games, they both were on Kenma’s bed and (y/n) was looking at her boyfriend playing on his psp.

“(y/n)?” ; “mmh?” ; “what’s going on? Something it’s happening, right? Is it school? Is someone being rude to you?” ; “no” she whispers ; “can you tell me?” He leave the psp on the bed to look at her ; “it’s silly...” ; “I’m sure is not, what’s bothering you it’s not silly, all about you it’s important and I care” ; “I’m worrying about my medication... what if never stop taking medicine?”

Kenma stare at (y/n) for a moment and hold her hand playing with her knuckles, he breath in thinking about what to say.

“When you told me about your anxiety I search information on internet, and maybe is not the best source, maybe yes, I don’t know, and I read some things... you know... you can always count on me, you can tell me your things, time doesn’t matter if is day or night, I’ll always be there for you, you’re the strongest person I know”

After some kisses and “love you” Kenma and (y/n) cuddle and talk a lot, she told her all her worries, and he listen to her.

“Maybe I can go with you to your doctor? I don’t know if they could let me in but I’ll wait for you... is that ok?” ; “that would be nice” ; “(y/n)?” ; “mmm?” ; “I love you”

After that conversation he wanted (y/n) to feel relax, sending cute animal pictures and videos, memes, playing video games together.

He read in a blog about how to deal with anxiety and stress, so start going out for walks to the park, holding hands and talking about their days, Kenma was more talkative and told her about practices and a project to start his YouTube channel, things that make (y/n) smile.

He wants her to feel safe, he couldn’t help her in a professional way, but he’s sure he can help (y/n) with his loving actions and unconditional support.

⋆ Tsukishima◞⋆◦

“Something is bothering you right?”

(y/n) jump when she heard his voice, they were studying and Kei’s house, and he notice that instead of solving some equations she was doodling in her notebook.

“You’ve been pretty quiet recently, and you look tired” ; “I don’t want to be a bother” ; “I don’t know why you think you could be a bother to me, firstly, you’re my girlfriend, I wouldn’t date someone that I consider a bother” ; “you’re so smart kei” ; “don’t do it (y/n), I’m listening” ; “kei...I-“ ; “don’t, I want to hear you, I really do (y/n), if something is bothering you, I want to know you can trust me” ; “it’s about my medicine, i think it’s loosing the effect and I’ve been stressing a lot... maybe it’s silly, but what If I never stop taking medication?” ; he sigh “I don’t know how this works you know? And I want to tell you that everything is going to be alright” He whispered “I read some articles but... I can’t tell you what’s going to happen, but I know how strong you are... I read that you can do activities to relax, we can listen music together... you choose, maybe we can use those ridiculous double headphones, I don’t know if this help, but I’ll be there with you (y/n) if you need me you just need to call me and I’ll be for you”

And he did, he answered every call and replied every text (y/n) send him.

To keep her distracted for her thoughts he bought the headphones he told (y/n) to listen music together.

When he see (y/n) struggling with her thoughts and gets agitated he hugs her “hey let’s breath ok? Breath with me love”

Despite his cold side he has a soft spot for (y/n) and the only thing he wants is to make her feel better, so he’s a really supportive and loving boyfriend.

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