#plz I need to get out of my house I think my parents finally hate me

[sshaw0l]

trying not to go insane bc I messaged my friend 7 hours ago asking if she wants to hang out this week and she hasn’t even seen the message yet BUT, she did see my message I sent just 1 min earlier in a group chat we’re both in 🥲

[annika-thelostlove]

Arranged Apart - Percy Dolarhyde x you!Reader

Word count / 2699

Excerpt / Two years have passed since you left the town of Absolution, and you are anxious to know if he is married. Hard to imagine a woman who wouldn't want a rich man like him. He's also not so drunk and a nuisance anymore since you've known him. A handsome man like Percy could not be without an admirer for long. You sigh and hope you're not too late.

Authors note / I am not a writer, it's been many years since I've attempted fan fiction. This is my first one in probably decade. I was terrible at it then, im still pretty terrible now. But I love Paul and this character so much (bc Im weak for cowboys) so i'm jumping in, so heres my attempt at making more content for danonation 💕. Im still not well versed in categories for fanfic, i tried to make it gn, but i think i slipped many times and so the fic implies you to be more of a fem character. There are likely many mistakes and typos. Plz forgive me! 🙏

Warnings / minor character death, just fluff and some angst. I can't think of anymore 😅

Percy was your fiancee for the last two years, and even before that your parents had arranged your courtship for one year. But now it was all coming to an end. Your parents break to you the news that the engagement is over, because your family has come by some big money this time, and you no longer need to marry Percy.

Knowing them, they mean that you will have the prospect of marrying someone richer.

The ground feels like it cracks beneath your feet. It's finally going to be over, pretending to be in love with the man-child of this town. You are finally rid of him, he never wanted you around anyhow, you think.

At the beginning that's how you felt, you hated him to the bone. He was a nuisance, loud and presumptuous. Drunk and bored. But you couldn't help yourself, when over the years he had been there for you in ways your parents never had been. The private embraces, exchanging letters of secrets and hopes sent to each other in the night. He knows your childhood dream, to be free, to explore the world. And you know his own struggle with his feeling of aimlessness. Your berating for each other at the start, turned almost into affection. You became friends, and then to you it suddenly became something more. You fell in love with Percy.

Quickly after being dismissed by your father, you run out of the house excusing to run some errands. No horse was in the stables, so you run all the way through past the town and towards the Dolarhydes family home, sweat dripping down your neck, you begin to call out for Percy.

"Percy! Percival! I have news!" You huff, voice breaking.

A sullen Percy walks around the corner of his porch and spots you catching your breath. He looks away and mutters. "Yes, I've heard it. The big news."

"Yes, well- im"

"Congratulations. Its great news! What you've always wanted right?" A hint of bitterness was in his voice.

"Well, it seems to have some benefits for both of us! I mean freedoms we didn't have before- I- im just worried about what would the town say about us breaking off the engageme-" he stops and drops whatever he was holding before, his whole body seemed to shake Slightly.

"Stop that, you're worrying, dollface" He chuckles quietly. His expression was completely unreadable. "You know I've always hated that." He scoffs then took a steadying breath. And a pinched look entered his face. "It was about time anyway-"

"About time..?-"

"Yes, that we ended this whole shenanigan. It was getting tiring pretending to like each other wasn't it?"

"Pretending? I like you! Well- as a friend, i like you the right amount as a..friend"

"Ha! Are we now? Friends?" He puts a finger on his chin sarcastically asking. "You really think that? I've always saw us either as a…little more than that, or maybe a little less? Whatever we are, we sure aint what people call friends" he laughs like it's the best thing he's said, as you try and punch his arm and he dodges it. You hate his humor, he's not funny at all. But he sure thinks so.

"Screw you Dolarhyde!! Thats uncalled for! The last three years I've stood by you!"

"Aw what's wrong doll, you only want me for my money and my luscious locks!" He continued to tease you, he can never be serious when you need him to.

"Percival, you're my closest friend and you know it!" Tears began to gather in your eyes, but you were sure not to let him see.

He chuckles like he knows already, his expression suddenly sad. "yeah i know, and for what? It was still always gona come down to that darn money, wasn't it doll." He tips your chin. "Otherwise you wouldn't be here, you would be out exploring the world years ago!" He chuckled with his smirk. Something resigned behind those green eyes.

You couldn't respond, confused angry tears threatening to run down your face. A dull pain is in your chest, you think its possibly the feeling of your heart breaking. Because Percy always knew you so well. And he was always so rude about it. Just like now. But it was true. Hes right, It is about the money. The money was all your family talks about, the money to make your family proud of you, maybe if you had enough of it, then they could love and respect you. You wanted it. Wanted it more than you wanted Percy. At least you think you do. He looked at your face, and you swear you saw regret. He sighs and walks away a moment, and returns walking alongside his horse towards you.

"Why don't you get out of here sweetcheeks. This is your chance, leave this town." He pauses and walks back to you. Taking your hand in his and looking into your eyes. "Please, so you can live your dream"

He lifts you onto the saddle of the horse. Thoughts racing. And heart conflicted. Mounting the horse, you whisper to him. "What if…what if I could fall in love with you?" Would you make me stay? Part of your question left unsaid.

He throws his head back, and laughs. "Then you would be trapped here forever. Sweetheart." His voice with so much sorrow. "Don't ever do that, you'll have to be dimwitted to have feelings for a Dolarhyde. Don't feel bad about leaving me behind, I would hate you more if you do."

Too bad, you have already gone and done exactly that. But it seems he doesn't want you to stay.

—-------

A few weeks later your family and you are gone. Everything was packed up on the train along with you, making your way to the city of your choice. And looking out the window, feeling like you made the wrong choice. Every cell in your body wants to return to him.

Meanwhile Percy moved into the house he was building with his father. It was the wedding gift they were preparing for you. Though now there was no wedding and no you. The date for the cancelled wedding passes. And Percy walks out onto his new porch, sits on the steps and cries.

—----

London was empty, so was Rome, and Paris. And every other place you thought you wanted to explore, you meet more men in a year than you have ever met in your 22 years of life. Every offer of marriage felt more fake than whatever you had with Percy. It was no use. You loved him, and your familys love of money was getting in the way of all of it. Tainting it all. You have all the money you could ever want now, but evey night you still dream of the same sad green eyes you had left behind.

Finally at your wits end, one night you break into the family safe to take your portion of bonds and money, and pack a bag easy enough to carry. You notice something else too, post cards and letters addressed to Percy, and to you. Your family has been keeping you apart, and makes you more determined to make this choice of escaping this life of pretentiousness and greed. You swiftly run into the night. Making the dangerous journey back to America and back to Percy.

Two years have passed since you left the town of Absolution, and you are anxious to know if he is married. Hard to imagine a woman who wouldn't want a rich man like him. He's also not so drunk and a nuisance anymore since you've known him. A handsome man like Percy could not be without an admirer for long. You sigh and hope you're not too late.

After a dangerous boat ride across the continents for weeks, taking the sleeper train and then on horseback to their old Town. You persisted with only Percy in your mind. Unsure if Percy would still even want to see you.

Finally back in town, the news spreads quickly. You're back, a woman travelled alone. Percy hears of it and starts to hope. But he can't assume you are unattached, you may have only travelled ahead of your husband.

You on the other hand stay at the inn and ask around for news of Mr Dolarhyde. A group of older women at the dining hall look at eachother grimmly. "Oh, mister Dolarhyde, that trouble maker, he passed away last winter. There was a bad flu that came by last year, it did not agree with him, and it took him in his sleep. It did not help that he refused medication, stubborn boy that one. So sorry my dear."

Frozen, you could only nod slightly, the news numbs you and you excuse yourself quickly. Feeling your self crumbling from within. Running to your horse quickly, you ride off to the home you were meant to share together. You don't even notice that it looks occupied. All you had in mind was Percy, and a mountain of pain that was quickly tumbling out of your chest. You climb off your horse weeping, uncontrollable. Calling for him through tears.

"Percy! My beloved Percy! Why did they take you away!"

Inside the house Percy could hear a commotion, a quick sound of a horse galloping then someone wailing his name. Sounds familiar, but. It can't be.

He rushes to his front porch and he sees you curled over on the dirt by the steps of his house. He says your name, unbelieving that you were there.

Looking up you see him standing over you. An illusion, like an apparition. Its percy in the flesh.

Then your eyes roll up into your head and you faint.

—------

When you wake, you are in a bed, a nostalgic smell hits you straight in your chest. It's undoubtedly the scent of Percy you missed so much, a mixture of the musk of his clothes (though a bit cleaner), damp wool and saw dust. You were home. He notices you awake, and speaks first.

"I heard you were back in town."

"Yes, since yesterday. Why did you not greet me?" You ask him.

"I didn't think you'd like to see this old face." He smirks. Trying to lighten the mood.

"I-, percy your father…he died last winter?." Changing the subject. This gave him pause.

"Yes he did. And I took over everything."

"I'm so sorry Percy, we're you alone at his passing?"

"I was." Was. Perhaps not anymore. "And I also sold the old house to one of our farmers. I live here now."

"I'm so sorry Percy. I wish I were here." His face pinches, but he tries to hide it.

"I wish you were here also."

"Percy, I never should have left-"

"No, I'm fine. I'm- I'm better, different, than I was. Maybe-" maybe now i could be better for you. He wanted to say. "I, hope that you feel welcome back here."

Percy escorts you back to your inn. You miss your chance of telling him your feelings. You're still processing how hes changed, and you're unsure if he already is married. You noticed his house had many things that women often liked. Specifically things you seem to be fond of. Some of your favourite flowers in a vase, and what looked like his mother's ceramics displayed in places. The walls were painted deep red, (it was at first yours and then percys favourite colour) is painted on the walls. The house had perhaps a woman's touch.

Percy may have a wife.

You quickly spend the next hours, with the dreaded thought that percy had someone else. A woman that percy loved. Where she comforted him in his grief, and painted his house red with him, when he would check on the cattle, she would wash his clothes and percy would buy her flowers. You get drunk from the heartbreak. The other ladies at the saloon below the inn watch you with curiosity, gradually getting drunk. They see the opportunity to ask about you.

"So little madam, when is the husband coming to join you?."

"No husband. Jus- me. Alone." You sob.

"Oh, I see. Dear have you returned for marriage perhaps? Looking for a husband?"

"I don't want, I'm..not looking."

"Oh, a career woman, I see."

"Maybe, but. No, no career. I have..I have nothing." Which was not really true because you have stacks of bonds in your luggage. And yet. "I just want him." You sob.

The ladies eyes grow round with intrigue. "Oh. Who, my dear?"

"My beloved Mr. Dolarhyde." Sadness takes over your drunkenness. "He must love someone new."

They all look at one another in surprise. They touch your hand to shake you from your deep thoughts. "Percy has not looked at another girl in many years, dear."

—----

Percy is in his night clothes, looking through some old papers when he gets loud thumping footsteps on his porch, before loud banging on his door.

"PERCYVAL!" You yell, sounding drunk.

He hurries to open the door and hush you. "What has gotten into you, scaring me twice in one day! You are about to make my eye pop out of its socket woman!" He whisper shouts at you. It feels like the old Percy, and it makes you smile "Did anyone see you come here alone? What will they say-"

"Percy, I don't give two shits about what people are gonna say. I here to tell you, I'm in love with you." He stares at you frozen.

"You're drunk"

"Nope, I got plenty sober running all the way here. I love you. I still love you."

"But you only realised it when you went aay" it was meant to be a question, but was more like a statement.

"Nope, well, I thought the world could offer me more. But, I was wrong about that. I've loved you even before, when we rescued some chooks from that coyote, remember that? It was ever since then. I loved you then." You end your little speech with a smile. You feel sober, but you're likely far from it.

"But, that was- that was maybe a year before you left"

"Yes"

"But you left"

"I did" he gives you a hard look.

"Are you kidding me!" His outburst surprises you, yelling obscenities, reminding you of the old percy. He grabs a quilt to scream into. It goes on for a few seconds. Then a quiet weeping began. His shoulders lifting from his sobs into the fabric. "I should have said something. For two fucking years. I-" A very long muffled 'fuck' is yelled into the blanket. "You could have stayed-"

You gently pull his quilt away from his face, his face red and distraught. But it's the face you missed so much. Your hand cradles his cheek and he leans into it. "What, what is it perce?"

"I love you too. I missed you. I wish you stayed." His whisper, so gentle. His confession like a balm over both your broken hearts. His tears wet your hand. "Why did you still go?"

"I thought you didn't want me, I was the little nuisance who just wanted your money. Even when we became friends, i thought even more of how you could have found someone else if you weren't stuck with me"

"You're kinda stupid"

"Same goes to you dimwit. Why didn't you tell me to stay?"

"We'll my reason was less stupid than yours, I thought your true love was to see the big wide world."

"Well, I saw it. Just felt small without you."

He scoffs

"I hate that" you know what his scoff means, he acts like he hates it, but it always means the opposite.

You pull his collar down to meet his lips with yours.

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A/N / few loose ends, like the money she ran away with, her family retaliating. Will they run away together, will they stay in Absolution, will I write steamy dirty smut for this, will they have many babies, will reader start a career? Its up to interpretation. Who knows what I'll do 🤨

[innytoes]

#girl help, #I already have so many headcanons for this au I'm not writing. GIVE US YOUR THE MOLINAS FOSTER REGGIE HEADCANONS PLZ

OKAY SO...

-When Reggie calls Luke, he storms out of the house to go and find him and Emily is all 'where are you going it's a school night' and Luke is like: 'this isn't a music thing, mom, I'm not even bringing my song book, see, Reggie's in trouble, some girl said something about a foster family' and he shows her the text Julie sent him with the address and before he's finish speaking Emily grabbed her coat like: That's all the way across town, don't be ridiculous, you're not biking there at this hour. Are we picking Alex up along the way?

-Because Emily Patterson may hate the rock and roll lifestyle her son is chasing but she loves his friends and how close they all are. She is 100% willing to distract the Mercers so Alex and Luke can sneak out and steal the car (“Alex has his license, right? I'll leave the keys in the ignition”) if the Mercers won’t let Alex go and Luke is gleeful but also like: who are you and what have you done to my mother.

-Like I said in the tags, Carlos took one look at Reggie and was like: I’m going to go wait on the porch to intercept Tía Victoria. Because the last thing that shell-shocked, emotional wreck of a white boy needs right now is the full brunt of a Concerned Tía. They go to Target to get Reggie some essentials like shampoo and snacks and clean socks and anything else Carlos can think of to keep her distracted.

-When Victoria finally did meet Reggie she immediately was like: I am going to feed this boy so many family recipes.

-The Molinas wanted to foster and got approved right before Rose got sick, so they put in a hiatus with the county and Ray talked to Julie and Carlos about finally accepting placements like they discussed as a family about a year after she died. It was a family decision, made right after the ‘we don’t really want to move’ one. They kind of also see it as honouring Rose’s legacy.

-Carlos is like: heck yes older brother who will play video games with me? Win-win.

-Is Ray secretly really excited to have a kid who takes an interest in his work (for real, not just to distract him like Julie and Carlos usually do)? Maybe.

-Ray made sure to put a little notebook and some pens on the bedside table so Reggie would have somewhere to write down his feelings. Reggie starts using it after his first session with Dr Turner. And if half the pages are country lyrics, well, that’s fine too. 

-Ray makes Reggie hot chocolate when he has nightmares and is a good dad that’s it that’s the headcanon. 

-They encourage Reggie to decorate his room a little and Victoria shows up with a giant blanket in the same pattern as Reggie’s flannel and he tries not to cry about it.

-Reggie gets an allowance and is so confused like: free money? For existing? Is this for helping with the dishes because I just wanted to hang out with Ray and soak up parental approval help out.

-You know Sunset Curve just adopts Julie and Carlos as family as soon as they see they’re nice to Reggie. Bobby is 100% a shitlord who encourages Carlos’ ghost hunting and maybe takes him to ‘haunted houses’ (aka his rich uncle’s house while he’s in the Hamptons) and rigs stuff to fall off the mantle dramatically at just the right moment. Reggie and Luke and Carlos have epic Mario Kart battles. Alex and Reggie will let themselves be dragged to ‘Girls Night’ with Julie and Flynn.

-Just imagine Alex getting his toenails painted because he’s too scared of his parents seeing him with even a leftover smudge of nail polish on his fingers. And nobody mentions it when he gets kind of emotional after Flynn is done (baby pink with a shimmery sparkle finish).

-Luke is furious when he finds out Julie was kicked out of the music program and they totally scheme to sneak into Julie’s school to help her win her spot back. (He is also a liiiittle jealous Julie gets to go to Los Feliz Performing Arts which just makes sneaking into the school with all their instruments so much more fun.)

-Listen just imagine Bobby and Alex trying to sneak in a drum set through the halls while Reggie walks backwards and keeps whisper-shouting when to duck their heads when they pass a classroom door.

-Ray is kind of mad Reggie skipped school but when he finds out Julie is back in the program he is also kind of like: welp I guess I have not one new son, but four. (Also hello four new sons please go hide somewhere that is not here before Tía Victoria gets here to shout about Reggie skipping school.)

-After that, Sunset Curve is totally invited to come rehearse in Rose’s studio. (After Ray and Julie and Carlos discussed it of course.) Julie starts hanging out too and she and Luke get into their little songwriter-crush thing. Reggie is like: Alex, you’re a brother. Do I give Luke the shovel talk now, or after they realise they’re in love?

-Ray is so happy these boys gave Julie her music back. So maybe he pretends he doesn’t know that Luke sometimes crashes in the studio after a fight with his mother. And he never mentions it when Alex starts sleeping over almost every Saturday to get out of going to church on Sunday with his parents.

[lovinkiri]

Okey, hear me out plz. Could you write about Sero, Tamaki, and Bakugou (separately) having a girlfriend who has psionic powers (like the Scarlet Witch) and she is Hawk's protégé. He like to think that he's like some kind of father figure for her so he's suuuuper caring and when he sees her having a smoochie moment with them he goes in PROTECTIVE FATHER mode and he gives the boys the "father talk *ejem...threat*"

Thank u you beautiful living being🌈🧡

Father Figure

Author's Thoughts: I got you bby! I don't write for Hawks so I hope he's at least a bit in character. I hope you don't mind its not headcannons.

Warning: Mentions of violence, threats, etc.

Hanta Sero

You were always like a child to Keigo. The child he'd figured he'd figured he just wouldn't get the chance to have. And though your quirk was different from his, he did a great job training you.

He put in the work, the research, getting to know your quirk. He read records with people of similar quirks, got in contact with those around, all so he could accurately train your ability. He wanted to be the best he could for you.

You grew up so quickly in his opinion. Too quickly.

From graduating high school, to headlining as his sidekick. To finally having a boyfriend.

Keigo was hesitant to meet this boyfriend of yours, but you'd told him how much it meant to you. And he'd do anything for you.

So he played as nicely as he could, staring at you and the boy you sat with.

"So.. Sero.. Are you planning on being a hero?" Keigo looked him up and down with a gaze full of judgement.

Hanta gave a nod, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Yeah. I've always wanted to be a hero. I actually attended UA with Y/n." He looked at you and seeing your smile almost melted the tension.

Almost.

"Hey, Kid, could you go order me something to eat?" Keigo asked you, smiling innocently. Almost too innocently.

You gave him a look. He simply leaned his cheek against his palm, blinking owlishly. "Pretty please?"

Sighing, you stood up and nodded. "Got it. I'll be back." You leaned down and pressed a small kiss to Hanta's lips, something that made his smile tighten.

You looked at Keigo and pointed at him. "Play nice. Pretty please?" You crossed your arms. He gave you a sigh and a nod.

So you hesitantly walked away.

And the smile dropped from Keigo's lips.

"I'll just be straight with you, Hanta. She means everything to me. And if you value life itself, you'll treat her like she's everything to you. That girl doesn't love loosely, so this is nothing short of a honor- no, a privilege for you."

Hanta straightened out, nervous about Keigo's sudden change. "I-I understand, sir.."

Keigo gave a nod and leaned back in his chair, smiling again. "Well, I should hope so!" He chuckled softly.

That's when you walked over. "Here. I got you nachos. Did you two find something nice to talk about?"

The man with wings took the nachos. "Thank you, Chicken Wing. We sure did." He looked you Hanta who stiffly nodded.

You, having common sense though, put two and two together. "... Keigo, I asked you to be nice!"

"The nicest thing I can do for you is make sure he treats you right."

Tamaki Amajiki

Tamaki was afraid.

You'd told him all about Keigo, how protective he could be. And the only thing you'd promised was that he wouldn't touch him.

You and Tamaki were planning a trip to a nice resort.

You'd needed to grab something from Keigo's house, so Tamaki had to sit downstairs with said man.

Well, Keigo sat down. Tamaki stood in the corner, as far as possible. But he couldn't escape Keigo's glare. And if looks could kill..

It wasn't like he had a problem with Tamaki. He knew Fatgum, and the man hsd told Keigo all about his two sidekicks.

In fact, Keigo noticed that just like you'd become a daughter to him, Fatgum treated his sidekicks like his own sons.

The two often bonded over photos they kept in their wallets, sharing stories. Two parents bonding over their children, that's what everyone else saw.

It was from talking to Fatgum that he knew Tamaki wasn't a bad kid. That doesn't mean he wasn't gonna have a talk with him.

"Listen, Kid. I don't hate'cha. You're one of Fatgum's sidekicks and you seem.. Harmless enough."

Tamaki was sure it that should have offended, but Hawks continued either way.

"But when she needs you, I gotta know that you'll be there for her. She doesn't need you to protect her but if she ever does, I gotta know you'll do it. Take good care of her. I'd hate to end your whole career."

It wasn't like he had a problem with Keigo's orders. Tamaki loved you and would never let anything happen to you. Hell, he'd promised himself he'd be a man for you.

Keigo gave the sweetest smile and Tamaki shuddered, moving more into the corner.

It was the threat that scared him. He didn't know if he meant he was gonna kill him or if he was going to destroy his rising hero career.

You finally came downstairs with the object you needed. "Alright, I'm ready-.. Tama, are you okay?" You walked over, concerned.

"I-I wanna go home.."

You glared at the winged man and crossed your arms. "Keigo!"

Keigo leaned back into the couch. "Thanks for visiting you two, it was a pleasure havin' ya."

Katsuki Bakugou

Keigo was doing an autograph signing at the mall, just where you and Katsuki just so happened to have your date.

"Why do you think everyone is crowding over there?" You asked Katsuki, looking towards the crowd of people surrounding Keigo.

You'd thought his signing would be at another mall, not knowing that the venue had been changed last minute.

"No clue, don't care. Probably some big sale or somethin'. Why, you wanna check it out?" He looked at you, the arm around your waist pulling you closer.

You smiled and shook your head. "Nah. Let's just go to the bookstore then head to the park. Oh, actually, I'm gonna use the bathroom first."

You leaned up and gently kissed his lips, him blushing and returning the kiss in embarrassment.

When you pulled away, he mumbled under his breathe. "Idiot, you can't just catch me off guard like that."

Giggling softly, you winked at him. "Nobody saw. They're all crowded around that big sale."

"Tch. Like I care if anyone sees."

With a grin, you went off to the closest bathroom.

What you didn't know was Keigo was watching you through the crowd of people. He looked up to everyone around him and gave them a charming grin. "I will get back to autographs in a moment. Please, grant me a break though."

The crowd seemed disappointed but left him alone and allowed Keigo to walk off.

He approached Katsuki quickly, who paid more attention to his phone.

"Ahem. A moment of your time."

Katsuki looked up and his eyes went wide at the sight of the number two hero. "Hawks? Was that you over with that crowd then?"

"Yeah. I see that you've been headlining. Haven't seen your face this famous since the sports festival." Keigo chuckled, taking a step further.

Katsuki nodded. "I'm making moves, on my grind. Doing what needs to be done to make my mark."

The pro hero nodded and put a hand on his shoulder. "Well, you're doin great. There's just.. One thing."

He looked at him in confusion. "One thing..?"

Keigo pointed towards the direction you went in. "That girl you were just with. That's my little girl."

The red-eyed boy looked, following his finger. "Um, yeah. She told me."

Then there was a sudden tension.

"And so.. You understand why I won't tolerate you're bullshit."

"...What?"

"You heard me. You're older, so you're probably not the same brat. But from what I hear, those asshole tendencies are still there, and I won't tolerate it when it comes to that girl. You won't hurt her. And if you do, we're gonna run into a bit of trouble."

Katsuki shook his head. "I.. I wouldn't hurt her." Normally, he feared no adult, minus Aizawa of course. But Hawks was looking at him like he was prey.

"Damn straight, idiot." Hawks chuckled softly.

That's when you came back over. "Sorry babe. Oh, hey Hawks! What are you doin' here?"

The two of you shared a hug. "What's up, Nugget? I was signing was autographs. You two?"

You pulled away and grinned. "Katsuki and I were on a date. This is great, I've been meaning to introduce you guys."

Hawks gave a nod. "Interesting guy, he is. But I should get going. Have fun on your date. And Katsuki, have her home by nine."

[mcheang]

Exclusive

Edna Mode was a renowned designer, famed for her harsh but accurate critiques, her fierce and practical lines, and of course, being the designer of the majority of superheroes.

And now she was hosting a fashionista gala, inviting those worthy of a Mode gala. As for those asking for an invite, Edna just asks who they are and calls security.

Lila, as the self-proclaimed BFF of Ladybug, and Gabriel’s muse, had already boasted of receiving the glamorous invitation. It didn’t just come in an envelope, it came out of the sky in a rosewood chest, accompanied by a bottle of wine and canapés. (Or so she says. Adrien and Marinette rolled their eyes. Chloé wasn’t paying attention)

Alya: Girl, I’m so jealous. But hey, maybe this will be a good thing. After all, Adrien is going with Kagami. Chloe will just stick with her mom. That means it’s a chance for you and Marinette to know each other better.

Oh yeah, did I mention that everyone knows Marinette is MDC?

Lila forced a grin but didn’t want to make any promises.

Imagine Lila’s rage to know she wasn’t given an invite because she was just a model. Adrien was the heir to a fashion company. She was not.

With all the bragging Lila did, she can’t back out or Chloe and Marinette will call out her absence. (Chloé learned about Lila being a guest from Sabrina later from gossiping)

So, she stole Marinette’s invitation. She did some editing and made her own customised invite, brandishing it for her class to see.

Marinette saw her invitation missing, rolled her eyes and reported the theft to Edna. Plz, everyone knows Edna invited her. She didn’t really need a piece of expensive paper.

The day of the gala arrived, and Lila brought out her invite.

The guard looked at his clipboard. “You’re not on the list.”

Lila: No, but I do have an invite. Obviously someone must have made a mistake with your list.

The guard snorted. “If that’s the case, then your fingerprints and eye scans should have already been registered. That’s what opens the doors.“

Lila gulped and thought about sneaking in with the next guest. But no such luck. Security made sure one person entered at a time.

As the security guard moved to push Lila back into the crowd of fans, Lila cried out that she knows Ladybug and Gabriel.

Guard: what’s your point?

Lila: You’ll be fired for this!

Guard: Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard this all before.

Another guard just scoffed. “You’re only a model. One of many in the industry. Miss Mode doesn’t care for models.”

Lila: what are models if not the face of fashion?

“Spoiled, stupid little stick figures with poofy lips who think only of themselves” Edna herself was at the entrance, wondering what was causing the disruption in her guest entrance flow.

Lila: How can you say that? Then why would Ladybug be my Best Friend?

Edna: the day Ladybug says she is your Best Friend is the day I wear crocs. And I don’t mean crocodile leather.

Edna points at a random guard. “You, get this so-called model out of the way. She is blocking the queue.

Oh by the way, Edna calling out Lila was caught on camera by the reporters.

One of them questioned why she was kicking out Gabriel’s muse when his son, a supermodel himself, was invited.

Edna: I did not invite the boy because of his face. I invited him because I saw potential (basically she realized he was Chat Noir. She would never invite Adrien otherwise. As seen from her quote, she doesn’t have a high opinion of models) That is, if he ever gets out of his father’s shadow. Because, let’s face it darling, what can Adrien do besides look pretty and play with swords and piano? You would think the boy would be in part of business meetings, but no. At this rate, Gabriel needs this gala to get out of that stuffy house. Realize that maybe his parenting methods are flawed compared to some other talented figures here. Look at Miss Kagami, focused on upholding her family legacy of fencing. MDC already knows how to run her own business after learning a bit from her parents. Even Audrey’s daughter has been joining in on becoming a fashion critic and throwing parties for political parties. But I must go, my guests await.

Back inside the party, guests were avoiding a seething Gabriel’s eyes. He had come to scout out the superhero guests, only to be called out by Edna on live tv.

Marinette went up to Edna and asked one of her fashion idols why she burned the Agrestes in public.

Edna: do you think Gabriel would change his parenting ways if we did not expose them to the influential figures of this industry, as well as the public eye? I guarantee you Adrien will be allowed more freedom of choice, lest Gabriel wants his son to be known as a coddled boy who can’t even make his own decisions.

Edna didn’t bother softening her sharp voice as she says these words.

Adrien flushed.

Quickly changing the subject, Marinette asked why Edna hated models.

Edna: it’s not that I hate them personally. I just hate their jobs and what they represent. Models nowadays are beautiful only according to the world standards. People who see them want to be like them, never mind that the models they see on the screen are airbrushed to unrealistic and impossible perfection. Now models focus only on their own appearance, trying to maintain their beauty as time ages them. They go on diets and become superficial. Whereas outside the modelling industry or such like, you don’t need to be stereotypically beautiful to be worthy. Where your worth is measured in kindness and bravery and talent and intelligence and anything beyond superficiality.

Adrien overheard and he frowned, not liking the idea where his appearance on ads is not exactly right. He only joined the company to make his father happy. But maybe it’s time he stepped into the business side of things and exit the modelling world. Bonus: no more Lila!

Edna snorted, “Though I must admit Gabriel surprised me with his newest model. Her attitude is lousy but she doesn’t strike me as a model. She just doesn’t have that model walk. But enough about the old man, my dear MDC, let’s talk about you. I love your gender-neutral line. And was wondering if you would like to join me in creating my next line of clothes for the Incredibles. A rare opportunity but I like style. Now take this offer before I change my mind.”

Marinette: wait, do I have to fly over or-

Edna: you are too excited, darling, but don’t worry, my assistants will send you the details.

Why are the Incredibles getting a new look? The kids are growing up and Edna wanted to move on to new styles.

As Marinette was flabbergasted, Audrey congratulated her for landing the job. Kagami and Adrien also beamed at her good fortune.

Even the Incredibles admitted they looked forward to working with her. Violet was a big fan.

Gabriel was seething and thought about akumatizing himself but come on, one villain against a room of superheroes? No thanks.

Drinking a glass of wine, he eventually admits that Edna had a point, however loudly and rudely it had been announced.

He would not be around forever and he wanted to leave the company in Adrien’s hands. In order for that to happen, his son needs to know business (if he can’t design, he can hire designers)

And yes, Lila was a lousy model. She survived by shooting with professional models who managed to overpower her mediocre work. But a deal was a deal. Besides, her contract was only for a year.

After the gala, Adrien happily quit modelling (aka Lila) to spend more time with his father, learning about how to run a company.

Marinette and Edna proudly claimed credit for the fashionable Incredibles.

Violet also became the talk of the school for her MDC exclusives.

Lila had been humiliated on air. Alya hesitated but finally did her research. At the end, she collapsed over the ruined credibility of her blog. But she can still get revenge by informing the principal, Ms Bustier and Mrs Rossi what Lila lied about. The perks of being a class vice president for a busy class president is that she also has the contacts list for emergencies.

Considering how Lila framed Marinette, there would be no suspension or detention. Only expulsion. Good luck finding a new school when Edna’s gala was a global topic.

When Lila returned to school for her last week (it takes time to gather evidence and get the attention of busy adults), nobody wanted to talk to her or even exchange glances. She quietly kept to herself, hoping for this to blow over soon. She was still a model working for Gabriel. She could befriend other supermodels (as if. Like they would want to befriend her after Edna called her out)

Hell, even her jobs were down. Gabriel just told her to take test shoots to fill up her portfolio until the hype died down (aka her contract expired)

When Lila was expelled, she was ready to be akumatized into Chameleon again. Except one problem. Everyone avoided her like hell so how could she kiss her target. Even Adrien was told to stay away lest his reputation be tarnished.

Ok, I admit it. I was hit by “I’m no Angel” quotes as I wrote this. But seriously, does anyone feel weird at the idea of trying to become thinner when your weight is just right, all the while you know there are people out there even thinner than you are and are starving, not because they want to be stereotypically thin, but because they cannot afford food?

[juniorgman187]

Any Day Now (Reid Fic)

A/N: Plz imagine being impregnated by season 10 Spencer Reid. WHEWW CHILE

Summary: Reader’s pregnancy finally takes its toll on her, leaving both Spencer and Reader to navigate through rough waters from miles away.  Category: Fluff, Soft-soft-soft angst, One-Shot Pairing: (POV)Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader Content Warning: Pregnancy Word Count: 3.2k

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

At first, it was nothing I couldn’t handle.

Multiplied mood swings? Understandable, her hormones were everywhere. 

An ever-changing appetite? Great, at least now it wasn’t such a hassle for her to decide where to eat. 

A suddenly much tighter FBI vest? Well, that’s what the adjustable velcro straps were for. 

Again, nothing that I hadn’t already planned for. Even before I delved into parenting books galore, I had a pretty good general idea of what to expect. Not only because of JJ’s earlier pregnancy or Kate’s recent one, but more so because of my extensive knowledge of the human anatomy. This made riding the storm of (y/n)’s pregnancy easier ... until it didn’t. 

It was somewhere in her 35th week that things finally got the best of her. 

There was a linear increase of events that suggested things were taking a turn for the worse, so I slightly anticipated a steep decline to occur at any moment. For instance, soon after (y/n) started showing, I began to lose count of how many times I had to insert my hand between her seatbelt and her bump to create a gap just big enough so that the belt wouldn’t have such a suffocating restriction on her. Nor could I fully account for all the hours of sleep she’d lost tossing and turning, just trying to find a comfortable position where she wouldn’t be crushed by her own weight. And I certainly couldn’t remember, not even with my eidetic memory, how many times she’s almost walked out of the house completely barefoot after getting frustrated with her inability to put shoes on by herself. 

In some sad way, I knew she wished to regain some normalcy in her life. Not that she regretted motherhood, but that she wished she didn’t have to experience so many small inconveniences that summed up to something larger than the life she was helping come into fruition.

She just wanted to drink coffee again without running the risk of a miscarriage. She wanted to climb up a flight of stairs without getting winded by the first few steps. She wanted to put on a tight shirt without looking exceptionally overweight. And most of all, she just wanted to keep working.

If she had to go to hell and back to stay in the BAU while pregnant, then to hell and back she went. 

My wife, as stubborn as ever, had made me - and the entire team - promise not to baby her as soon as we revealed that we were expecting. 

“I don’t want any of that ‘but you’re pregnant’ crap, got it?” She narrowed her eyes darkly at all of us, pointing an accusatory finger. “Anything you can do, I can do pregnant.”

And from that day on, she did what she vowed to do, what I knew she could do. She still chased after unsubs, shot all the bad guys, arrested the felons, but eventually - inevitably - it wore down on her. 

The easiest effect I could identify was her drowsiness. It used to take her a while to fall asleep on the jet, and sometimes, she’d stay awake the entire flight. But after the grueling hours she’d endured during her pregnancy, we would barely board the plane before she knocked out. I think falling asleep in the seats gave her the comfort she couldn’t find lying horizontally in a bed. No one said anything, though, because she’d already made it explicitly clear that she didn’t want us to pay her any special treatment, which I understood. Nobody likes to be pitied, but after today’s incident, this went far beyond pity. 

It was just plain concern. 

“The doctor said I’ll be fine.” She grumbled, waving me away with a flick of her hand. However, seeing as she was currently lying in a hospital bed, donning a gown that only partially hid from me all the wires and pads that stuck to her body to monitor her health and relay it to the machines - she wasn’t fine. And I needed her to know that I wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was the team. (I didn’t tell her this because she would’ve quite literally took my head off, but they were all out there in the waiting room instead of working on the case). 

“Emphasis on the future tense ‘will.’ You will be fine, but right now, you’re not.” I prepared myself to deliver the news I knew she didn’t want to hear. My voice became significantly quieter, reaching such a low decibel I wasn’t sure she’d even hear it, but maybe that was by design. She didn’t want to hear it as much as I hated to say it. “Maybe you should consider going on maternity leave now.”

Immediately, my wife shook her head with the biggest pout I’d ever seen. I could see it in the way her lip quivered that she was about to cry, no doubt because of the hormones, but especially because this job was her last piece of normality. She clung to it because it was all she had left to remind herself that she was still, in some capacity, the woman she was before. 

“Spencer, please.” She begged, as if I could do anything. “I’m not ready to leave yet.” 

I pursed my lips and looked away for a second to hide my own emotions. Seeing her cry was never easy, but being the cause for it made this even harder. I felt the formation of a lump in my throat and the pricking of tears in my eyes. “I’m sorry,” I croaked. “But I can’t let you keep risking your health,” I explained, neglecting to voice the final part of that sentence. ‘Or our baby’s.’ But I didn’t say that. How could I? It would’ve only guilted her further. 

“Your blood pressure’s getting higher,” I explained, keeping my eyes steady on hers, not letting them stray to the machine that she clearly didn’t know how to read. But with one glance at the numbers, I already knew they weren’t good. I didn’t lead on just how bad they were, though. “You fainted today, and if you’d landed even a little bit differently, you would’ve ended up with a lot more than just a few scratches on your stomach.” That was the extent of my guilt-tripping. It didn’t feel right coming out of my mouth, but it was the only way I knew she would understand the severity of the situation. 

“You were already planning on going on maternity leave next week, what’s a few days earlier?” I asked, briefly referring back to her obstetrician’s recommendation of not flying after her 36th week. 

We both agreed that after week 36, she’d take her leave of absence since she couldn’t join us on the jet anyway. It was our ‘compromise.’ If she insisted on still going in the field, then she had to listen to the doctor’s orders and not fly for the last month. 

“Spencer,” She whispered again, this time with tears running down her cheeks at the bat of her eyes. With the pad of my thumb, I gently wiped them away, wishing I’d never caused them to be there in the first place. “I can’t do this anymore.” 

She never let on how difficult things had become for her. She never said it’s too much (and it must be too much some of the time). So when she finally admitted the burden her pregnancy had created, I could already sense its arrival. So without a second wasted, I pulled the guest chair right up next to her bed and sat in it while reaching for her hand. Despite the presence of the pulse oximetry on her index finger, I still took her hand between both of my own, not minding the gap that the device created. 

“You are the strongest woman I know. There aren’t many pregnant women out there who can do what you’ve done these past eight months. They wouldn’t even think of it.” We shared a brief laugh, which lightened the atmosphere enough to encourage me to continue. “You are bearing our child, (y/n). Nobody else gets to do that. Not me. Not another girl. Just you. It’s only you who can truly give for our baby right now and you’re -you’re my girl ... and right now, I need you to take care of our girl, okay?”

She nodded rapidly with still glistening eyes. For the first time, that day, she stopped thinking her job was as an agent and started knowing her job was as a mother. 

And a damn good one at that. 

_ _ _

If there was anything I’d learned over the past years, it was that I should never expect my wife to follow the rules. Today was no exception. 

She should’ve been in bed right now, taking it easy, but instead, she was standing right beside the jet, saying goodbye to each and every one of us before we boarded. 

This would be our first flight without her. 

“You take care, mama, okay?” Morgan told her, kissing her cheek before waving goodbye. 

“I’m gonna miss you so much.” Kate sighed, engulfing (y/n) in a hug that I knew couldn’t have been comfortable with each of their bumps in the way, but they relished in it anyway. If I didn’t know any better, it looked like Kate was about to cry. Maybe that’s because their dynamic was different than any other. Their simultaneous pregnancies meant that they knew one another’s struggles far better than any of us could, so granted, it would be hard for Kate and (y/n) to be away from each other. They’d been in this journey together after all, in a way I couldn’t have been.

“Oh,” JJ sighed happily, taking (y/n) in her arms and swaying gently from side to side. “You are going to be the best mother ever.” 

“Said the best mother ever.” (Y/n) remarked, laughing bittersweetly. It was something in her smile that let me know it was just for show. 

Then, in one of the rarest moments of history, Hotch hugged (y/n), earning a slightly more real smile from her.

“Get some rest. You deserve it.” He whispered. 

Not even a second after they pulled away did Rossi wait to take (y/n)’s face in his hands and plant two kisses, one on either cheek. 

“If you need anything, you call us.” He ordered, mimicking a drill sergeant.

And though, I wasn’t ready, I found myself making my way to her, getting ready for one of the hardest goodbyes. 

She wrapped her arms around my torso and let her head press against my heart. “I don’t know how I’m gonna do this without you.” 

For the first time that night, she wasn’t faking a smile or putting on a face. I knew when she was saying goodbye that she was only laughing and grinning for everyone else, but underneath it all, she was experiencing a great sadness that no one else could understand. Everyone was just as excited as we were for this baby, if for no other reason than I was finally going to have a family of my own. That I’d finally found the people who were going to be there for me forever. And maybe it was that knowledge, the knowledge of how happy this baby made others, was the reason she never let it show just how hard it was for her. Otherwise, it’d ruin the fantasy. And so she wore happiness like a mask to hide the profound pain that would’ve wounded our spirits. 

“Hey, I’m not leaving you forever,” I whispered somberly, hugging her a little tighter. “And if anything happens, I’m just a phone call away.” As much as I tried to believe my words, neither of us could find the truth in it. Even I knew I wasn’t just a phone call away. I’d be miles and miles and miles away from two of the best things that have ever happened from me. 

She inhaled sharply and pulled away from me, wiping the tears from her cheeks with the hope that I hadn’t already seen them. “I should probably let you go now.” She laughed lightly. 

Our bodies parted, but I had yet to let go of her hand. I shook it up and down gently as I told her, “I love you.”

She shook my hand back in just the same manner. “We love you, too.” 

A smile crept onto my face after the immediate realization of what she meant. 

My girls.

At last, when I walked up the steps to the jet, I finally let go of her hand at the last moment possible, and even after we released hands, our arms stayed outstretched for a passing second as the distance between them got further and further. With the warmth of her hand leaving mine vacantly cold, I watched as she replaced it on the very top of her stomach, as if to say, “We’ll be okay.” 

_ _ _

“Reid?” 

I refocused my vision to Morgan who was calling my name. From the look on his face, I realized he probably tried to get my attention multiple times before this. 

“Sorry, what did you say?” I shook my head to clear my mind, but it didn’t work. A part of me was still in another world, lingering in thought. 

My mind would never shut up about her, but it seemed like today, it was firing all these things at me at 2x speed. I couldn’t pinpoint the exact event that I felt guilty for, but really - take your pick. It could’ve been anything, it could’ve been everything. 

It could’ve been the fact that I was here and she wasn’t. It could’ve been the fact that in those last moments I saw her, I realized just how strong she was being this entire time, and how I was asking her to be even stronger, as if the weight of the world wasn’t enough. It could’ve been the realization that she was struggling this entire time, but never asked for help, thinking that she’d be a burden - the very thing she made us promise not to let her be. That is the reason after all, that she told us not to let her pregnancy be an excuse for anything. Because if she didn’t contribute anything, then she’d be holding us back - she’d be dead weight. I knew that, and yet, what did I do?

Nothing. I walked away and boarded that fucking jet like a brainless idiot.

I should’ve stayed with her. 

Morgan’s eyes turned to slits while he tossed the manila folder onto the table, seemingly setting it aside so it wouldn’t be a distraction from his question. “What’s going on, man?” 

I shrugged, pretending not to know exactly what he was talking about. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just zoned out, that’s all.” 

Clearly exasperated, he said, “Come on, man. Don’t do that. Tell me what’s wrong.” 

Whether it was defeat or a sweet surrender, I tucked my hands in my pockets and let my head hang low, eyes glued to the ground. Unexpectedly, I was sniffling and wiping my nose before I could register that tears were already coming. “I’m just worried about her.” 

It felt stupid to admit, especially considering I saw her only 8 hours, 37 minutes, and 12 seconds ago. But the absence of her and our baby was growing more and more apparent with every passing moment I spent in this office without her. Usually, she would be here to keep me company, bothering me while I located the comfort zone - not that she ever really did bother me. I quite liked her presence. 

Sometimes, when I was left alone, the room would get too quiet, and it’d just be me and my thoughts. And maybe she knew how scared of my own mind I was when it wandered, so she never let me be alone with it - never let the room get too quiet. She would talk and talk and talk, and I could never get tired of listening. Her voice was like white noise. If she was here, things would be as they always were. I would be standing at the map, and she’d no doubt be sitting in a chair, rubbing gentle circles around her protruding stomach as I felt her watching me intently. 

“Found it.” I would say, drawing a big red circle around the zone. 

To which she would say, “You’re a genius.” 

Sure, I’ve been called ‘genius’ a million times before, but it never felt the same as when she said it. 

Morgan could see the invisible pain in my chest, and he pulled me in by my shoulder to wrap his arm around me. It might not have looked like it, but it was the most reassuring hug he could’ve given me. I can’t explain it, but it felt like (y/n)’s warmth and love had possessed his body and he was radiating it now. 

“I know it’s scary, man, and honestly, we all wish we could be with her right now. But trust me when I tell you she’s not alone.” He treaded carefully with his words, and I could tell there was something he wasn’t saying but that wanted me to figure out.

I didn’t even have to verbalize my question because soon enough, when Morgan pulled back, his phone began to ring.

“It’s Garcia.” He told me, though he didn’t answer the call, which was weird enough. But then he gestured to the computer on the table, and so I half-heartedly watched as the screen changed from the blue background to a video call with Garcia. 

And who else would be sitting beside her but my wife?

“Look who I’ve got with me!” Garcia squealed, clapping her hands together excitedly.

“You’re supposed to be on bedrest.” I playfully scolded her.

“I was! I was, I promise. But after I said goodbye to you guys, I went home and got four hours of sleep, and then I went to my doctors appointment, but then when I was driving home, I thought why would I go back there when I’ve got everything I need right here?” She motioned around Garcia’s lair, even lifting up a hospital-go bag that Penelope no doubt compiled just for her. If there was anyone I trusted to take good care of her, it was Garcia. 

Like I said before, I learned to expect (y/n) not to follow the rules. So naturally, she found a way to still work even on maternity leave. 

At this point, the rest of the team neatly filed into the room, erupting in cheers of excitement at the sight of (y/n) in the bat cave. 

“Is everything okay?” JJ worriedly asked. 

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine! Baby looks good, my blood pressure’s getting better, so we’re doing okay.” She smiled proudly, and so did I. That was her first appointment on her own, and though it couldn’t have been easy, especially this late in her term, she did it anyway. Because that’s my girl.  

“When are you due, again?” Kate asked (y/n), earning an enthusiastic, “Doctor says if she’s on time, New Year’s Eve!” 

It never failed to make me smile whenever she brought up her due date. She was always excited to proclaim that our daughter might be brought into the world at the exact time we brought in the new year. 

“But if I’m early, it could be any day now.” She explained. 

Here’s where I had to cut in. “Hopefully not any day now! I don’t wanna miss it.” 

“You won’t!” She promised through a wide grin.

Something else you should know about my girl? She always keeps her promises. 

And on January 1, at exactly 12:00 - just as promised - I had the privilege of watching (y/n) deliver a healthy 6 pound and 9 ounce baby girl.

The weight of my whole world.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

Can you tell I love it when someone says “my girl”? I think that’s my favorite pet name ever. 

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[julemmaes]

Can you write more of the Nessian modern au where they have 5 kids plz?

Prompt ideas:

They go camping

Ezra goes on his first date

One of the kids (probably like Cal or Celia) feels like their parents done love them as much as they love the others / that they don’t get as much attention as they others

Obv u don’t need to use any of these prompts if u don’t want to, these are just some ideas

I loved your fic !!!

I Love You

Set in this universe, Nessian fourth child feels like she’s isn’t given the same amount of love her parents are showing her siblings and after a particularly bad day goes by, she bursts.

A/N: The ages: Ezra (23), Cal (19), Nora (14), Celia (12) and Andra (10). Nate is (18) and Iria (Emerie and Azriel’s firstborn) is (13).

It was hard to write this one, cause if one of my children came to me like this, telling me what Celia is going to say, I would probably kill myself you know. Hate these situations:(

Also, I’m definitely gonna write the other two too, cause they’re interesting and I think you all want to read about Ezra’s first date. So don’t worry, we’ll see them camping and struggling with love some more!

Enjoy!

Word count: 4,370

"Cal, can you help me with my homework?" asked Celia as she entered the boys room.

Her brother didn't even spare her a glance, waving a hand in mid-air, "I can't right now Cece, I'm playing with Nate and I can't pause, sorry." then burst out laughing at something his cousin had said to him through his earbuds. He cast her a quick glance over his shoulder, "Maybe when I finish."

The girl huffed, muttering a don't worry and closed the door behind her. She walked down the hallway, towards her room and Nora's. She didn't bother knocking, but froze in the doorway, staring at her sister with hopeful eyes. She knew she wouldn't find help there either when she heard her say Iria's name into the phone's microphone.

She could feel that she might be about to let out a scream of frustration.

She was about to leave the room when Nora noticed her, "Iria wait a second," she put a hand on the phone, smiling at Celia, "Do you want anything? I can leave the room if you need to study in silence," she offered her.

Celia shook her head, "I can't do this geometry problem." she said furrowing her brow as she looked at the strange figure on the sheet her math teacher had assigned her. She looked up at Nora and she had a bored look on her face. Celia had confirmation of what she had thought as soon as she walked in. Before her sister could find an excuse to escape that task, she smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll do it myself."

Nora didn't even try to retort and resumed talking to her cousin, yelling at Celia to close the door when she left.

"Yeah, I'll close the door for you," she muttered to herself.

She didn't want to go to her mom and ask for help with her homework because she knew it would end with one of them yelling, but she had no other choice. Huffing for the millionth time, she headed downstairs, mentally ready to face an intense math session with her mom.

When she entered the kitchen, Nesta was leaning on her chair with her knees and half lying on the table, holding a yellow pencil and coloring one of the suns on Andra's exercise book.

Her sister was the first to see her, "Hi." she said in a flat tone.

Celia snickered, thinking "we're in the same boat sis". Doing homework with mom had always been tiring, whether it was math to solve or simple drawings to color, Nesta had the ability to squeeze their little brains to their last nerve.

Cassian had always told them that one day they would thank her, but Celia hadn't reached that moment yet. She was sure Ezra, who was finishing college, hadn't thanked her yet either for making him maintain that level of consistency in his studies.

"Mom," she called hesitantly, "could you help me with this problem?"

Andra glared at her, frowning, "She's helping me."

Celia knew she didn't mean it in a bad way, she knew she was probably just as tired as she was at that moment. After all, it was seven o'clock on a Sunday night for everyone, and if Andra had found herself finishing studying so late too, it was because she too had been given too much homework. She ignored her, waiting for Nesta to speak.

When he didn't answer her, Celia pushed with more annoyance in her voice, "Mom."

Nesta's head snapped toward her, and even this time, Celia knew the answer would be no. The weariness clear in her features. Nesta closed her eyes, scratching a temple with the tip of her pencil, "Can't you ask one of your siblings?"

"Nora and Cal are busy," she let her know, "I don't know where Ezra is."

Andra pointed her to the back door, "He's out with Dad, they're working in the gazebo."

Celia nodded, "Thank you." Nesta gave her a tired smile and then went back to coloring in the sun.

She clutched the book and notebook to her chest as she pushed the door open and the cold outside made her shiver. She could hear the hoarse laughter and low voices of her dad and brother, but she couldn't see them anywhere.

She stepped barefoot into the grass and wiggled her fingers through the blades of grass and then there was silence and Celia was suddenly afraid. If she turned around she could see Nesta and Andra at the table, but in front of her there was only darkness and silence, until a loud bang came from the gazebo and then she heard Cassian cursing, before Ezra burst out laughing.

She grinned, tiptoeing towards the two men.

As soon as she moved the curtain that was the door to the gazebo, a dart flew past her head and she jumped back, eyes wide. She felt her heart in her throat.

"Celia!" had shouted Ezra, sprinting toward her. His eyes, too, were full of fear and he had grabbed her by the arms. Cassian immediately behind him stroked her hair, checking to make sure he hadn't poked her in the face. They both let go a breath of relief when they saw that she was okay.

"Cutie you have to be careful when you come in here, you know that," her dad told her with a carefree smile on his face, "If I caught you, mommy would skin me alive."

All three cackled, Ezra pulling himself up and removing the darts from the board.

"Did you need anything?" asked Cassian.

Celia nodded, remembering the real reason she had gone there, "I can't do this problem-" she started to open the notebook, but Ezra interrupted her.

"Dad and I are just finishing up fixing this actually," he told her with a apologetic grimace, "Could you wait a half hour?"

Celia looked at Cassian hopefully, but her dad was already back handling tools and nails.

She turned to her brother, "But you were playing darts." she said impassively.

Ezra shrugged, "We were just taking a few minutes off, we've been working for hours." then turned to Dad, "Where's the wire?"

Cassian pointed to a spot on the other side of the gazebo and Celia took that gesture as her cue to leave them alone again.

"Nevermind." she whispered, closing the notebook and leaving the gazebo.

She eyed the table at which they ate breakfast every summer morning, thinking that if she started studying there maybe she would die of hypothermia and finally someone would deign to help her. Laughing at how extra she could be at times, she walked back into the house, passing her mom and Andra in silence and heading back to Cal's room. She was going to wait for him to finish the game and then force him to solve the problem for her.

She threw open the door and Cal let out a shriek, startling her.

"God, Cece you scared the shit out of me." he breathed, bringing a hand to his chest, finishing pulling on his pants.

Celia furrowed her brow, "Weren't you playing with Nate?"

Cal nodded absentmindedly, looking around, "See my wallet?"

She pointed it out to him. "Where are you going? You said you'd help me," she said in a whiny tone.

"I said maybe," he smiled slyly at her, "and Raina called me and I'm spending the night at her place." with that he turned and opened the drawer, pulling out two aluminum foil envelopes. As soon as Celia realized what they were, she brought her hands to her eyes.

"Gee," she sighed, then turned around shaking her head, "I didn't need to see that."

Without looking at him, she raised a hand, smiling tightly at the empty space in front of her, "See you tomorrow, have fun."

Cal chuckled as he walked past her and darted down the stairs, "Sure will. See you tomorrow."

Celia shook her head again and then again, trying to erase the image of- she walked back down the hall, opening up the door to her room.

Nora in a completely different position was still talking on the phone and when she saw her she rolled her eyes, telling Iria to wait yet again. She turned on her stomach, raising an eyebrow, "What is it?"

Why is everyone so grumpy today?

Celia was fed up with that attitude and raised her arms to the sky, "Nothing, whatever."

Then they stared at each other for a few seconds and Nora nodded her chin, "Could you please go out? I'm talking to Iria on the phone and-"

"This is my room, too," Celia retorted, pointing out the obvious.

Nora huffed, leaning her head back, "Yes and I'm asking if I can please talk to our cousin in private."

Celia was getting even more nervous. "If you would help me with this problem I could go mind my own business in the living room and I wouldn't have to bother you every five minutes anymore."

Nora stood up, grabbing her by the arm and pushing her out of the room, "I'll help you when I'm done talking on the phone."

Celia didn't even have time to realize that her sister had literally just thrown her out of the room that the door behind her had already been closed. She wanted to go back in and throw herself at Nora and work it out the way they used to work it out when they were kids, when they could still hit each other if they fought - not that their parents ever let them go beyond the first slap or hair pull.  

She walked into the bathroom in the middle of their rooms to see where Cassian and Ezra stood, but from the second floor it was impossible to see inside the gazebo.

She went to Andra's room so she wouldn't risk running into condom wrappers and having to breathe the testosterone-smelling air of her brothers' room and sat down on the bed. She opened the notebook on her lap, rereading the problem statement aloud.

"A rectangular parallelepiped has basic dimensions that measure-" then she stopped.

It was pointless. She couldn't figure out what formulas to apply to calculate what was asked of her in the fourth question. Rereading the text wasn't going to help.

She brought her hands to her hair.

Why is this so hard?

She heard Nora laughing down the hall and felt anger sizzle under her skin.

Ever since she'd gotten the phone for her fourteenth birthday, there hadn't been a night that was one in which she hadn't called Iria. And it had only been a few months since she'd started high school, but Celia didn't understand how those two things had managed to change her sister like that.

She knew Nora still cared about her, but it was getting harder and harder to spend time with her, and Cal was always out with Raina and the twins and it was possible that she didn't see him for days at a time. Although that last part had become an occurrence in recent years.

Nesta had explained to her that it was normal, that they were just growing up and there was nothing to worry about, that they'd get closer once she got older too, but it had hurt Celia to lose Cal in many ways and now she was just scared that the same thing would happen with Nora.

She had nothing against spending her free time with Andra, but she was still little and still liked to play with dolls and Celia would rather hang herself than pretend to be a Doctor Peluche one more time.

She chuckled again this time, imagining herself announcing her death to her parents after her little sister asked her to play.

Then she heard Andra scream with happiness and run up the stairs. She was just in time to get out of the bed and out of the room that her sister was at the top of the stairs.

"I finished my homework!" she yelled, balling up her fists in the air.

Celia smiled at her, "Great."

Then Andra sagged, "Now I'm going to go take a victory nap."

"You've earned it." she walked past her as she yawned and headed down the stairs two steps at a time.

"Mom!" she called skipping the last three, "Can you help me now?"

Nesta made a frustrated sound, turning to her with a bag of frozen green beans in her hand.

"I just finished with Andra, is there any way we could think about this after dinner?"

Celia was about to start crying, but nodded anyway. She went into the living room when her mom resumed cooking, turning on the TV and putting on a channel where they showed how food is made.

When her dad and Ezra came back into the house they were so dirty that Nesta sent them straight to get washed up with the threat of not letting them sit down if they didn't smell flowery and clean.

Celia would have gone along with her mom, adding a sassy retort to make it even more dramatic, but at that moment she couldn't speak.

Cassian had passed behind the couch to go to the bathroom and shower, ruffling her hair and leaving a kiss on her head.

Even there, Celia didn't respond or say any "I love you too" back.

She didn't realize until a few minutes later that she wasn't really watching the show, and when she felt she was about to start crying - from too much accumulated stress and frustration throughout the day - she decided she needed to find a place where she could blow off steam.

Her room was apparently off-limits, Andra's was occupied and she couldn't hide in either her parents' or her brothers' room because both Ezra and her dad would go there to get dressed after their showers.

This only added to all the bad things of the day and on top of all the crap, she knew her mom was going to go to sleep right after dinner. When Nesta was this tired there was no way she was going to be able to stay up a minute longer and even if she could convince her it would just be hell.

Doing math with a calm and rested Nesta was already a nightmare on its own, she didn't want to think about what it would be like to do it with a cranky and tired Nesta.

She silently opened the door that led into the tavern, where the brothers normally spent their Saturday nights with their cousins and friends. The girls still weren't allowed to go down there when everyone was there, and Celia was looking forward to high school so she would get a free pass to attend their nights.

That is, if they would accept her.

She closed the door carefully behind her and ran down the stairs, turning on the light first.

She threw herself on the couch and then hugged her legs, sobbing once. And then again and again until a liberating cry was wracking her body.

She didn't know if it was just the math assignment she couldn't do or if it bothered her to see how much everyone didn't need her at that moment. Andra had mom and Ezra had dad and Nora and Cal had their respective friends and Celia… she felt so lonely right then.

She sobbed particularly loudly and clamped her mouth shut with her hand when she heard her father's footsteps pass by the tavern door. She didn't want him to hear her, it would worry him for nothing.

Yes, it was just because she couldn't get a stupid math problem right. She was overreacting.

She didn't need her parents. Or her brothers.

Or her sister for that matter.

She was sure all of her classmates were getting the exercise done.

She loosened her arms from around her legs and lay down on the couch, closing her eyes and clutching one of the pillows to her chest. It had a vague earthy smell to it, but it smelled like Cal too, and it angered the girl even more as she grabbed a corner of the pillow and threw it across the room, yelling not too loudly.

She didn't know how long she'd been down there, but when Nesta called the family to let them know dinner was ready, Celia sprang to her feet. She pulled the sleeves of her shirt over her hands and ran them over her face to remove the residue of the crying in frantic movements.

She took three deep breaths and then walked slowly up the stair

s. She opened the door just as Ezra walked into the living room and their eyes met.

She immediately lowered her head, so he wouldn't see her face, but her brother put a hand on her shoulder, "Lia..." the silent request to look at him clear as day.

"What?" she replied too surly. She cursed in her head when she noticed her brother stiffen. It was as if she could see his surprised expression.

So much for playing dumb.

"Are you okay?" he asked, then squeezed her shoulder, "Why were you downstairs?"

She moved to escape his grasp, then ran a hand over her face, huffing, "I was looking for something." she replied evasively, trying to make her way to the kitchen. Ezra grabbed her wrist, spinning her around, at which point Celia was forced to look at him.

Ezra had a conflicted expression, somewhere between angry and worried, "What happened? Why are you crying?" he asked, in a tone that didn't allow for a non-answer.

Celia remained silent, her brows knitted in a frown as she tried to swallow the knot that was forming in her throat.

Perhaps he had spoken too loudly, because Cassian's figure appeared in the kitchen doorway, "Who's crying?"

Celia looked towards her dad and it only took a second of seeing him for the crying to return, only harder.

Cassian's face turned completely as he moved Ezra from in front of his daughter and hugged her, lifting her off the ground. Celia wrapped her arms around her father's neck, hiding her face between the crook of his neck and his shoulder, and only sobbed louder as Cassian's hand began massaging her back in circular motions.

She didn't care if she would be thirteen in a few weeks. She didn't care that her father was rocking her like he used to when she was little, she just wanted him to hold her close.

She wrapped her legs around her dad's waist and heard Cassian take a shaky breath, "Ezra why don't you go ahead? We'll be right there."

Celia didn't see or hear her brother's response, but she was grateful to her dad when he moved to the couch, settling down and bringing her to him. She pressed herself tighter against him.

"Lia, what happened?" he whispered in her ear. This only made her sob more loudly, "Ssh, cutie," he murmured as the little girl's breathing became more erratic, "It's okay."

"Celia." her mom's voice made her sit up and Nesta was there, who with only a few steps was behind the couch. She'd seen Andra and Nora's heads pop up from the kitchen as well, but Ezra had called them back and they were gone immediately.

Nesta took a seat next to Cassian, her arms outstretched toward her daughter, but her gaze fixed on her husband's. Celia launched herself at her mother, but kept an arm around her father's neck and Cassian took her hand, squeezing it in his.

The child's tears had soaked his pajama shirt and Nesta's chest tightened. She brushed Celia's hair until she had a clear view of her daughter's face, "What's wrong?"

"I have-" she sobbed, "I had to solve a problem and I couldn't and no one-" every breath she tried to take was broken by a sob. She sniffled, "And then Nora kicked me out of the room and Cal- Cal didn't want to help me and he left and you were-" she ran the hand that wasn't clasped in Cassian's over her face, "You were helping Andra." then she turned to her dad and started crying again, "And then you and Ezra sent me away."

Nesta felt tremendous guilt and was about to apologize to her, for ignoring her, but then Celia said something that completely broke her heart.

"You don't love me like you do the others," she sobbed into her mom's chest.

"Oh, Lia." murmured Cassian, in a hurt tone. He slipped a hand between Nesta and his daughter's stomach and pulled her away from her mother, forcing the woman's arms off Celia.

Cassian sat her back down on his lap and looked into her eyes, leaning down just enough to be at the same height as her. His brow was furrowed and she could see how upset those few words had made him.

"That's absolutely not true." he whispered in a firm tone, watching the redness of his little girl's face, the tears that continued to fall undisturbed.

Nesta stroked her hair, "Your father is right." she added.

"You are all on exactly the same level. There's no such thing as loving one child more than the other," he repeated, "It's not possible."

Celia took more shaky breaths, struggling to speak, "Cal and Nora hate me now."

Nesta felt bad for her little girl. She didn't dare imagine how long she had kept those doubts to herself, couldn't imagine how she could think those things. How she had let one of her children feel that way without even noticing.

"Cal could never hate you and you know it. He loves you too much. Exactly like me and Mom and Nora too, even though it might not seem like it." said Cassian. Then he ran a thumb under her eyes, wiping her cheeks. "I'm sorry if we made you feel left out today, that wasn't our intention, okay?"

Celia nodded, but resumed crying.

"We're a family, we all love each other so much, but we're also numerous," Nesta tried to explain, "It may happen sometimes that no one is available to help you at that moment, but that doesn't mean they don't love you or care about you less than the day before."

Cassian squeezed her hips, "Why didn't you tell us this before?" he asked her, later clarifying, "That you were feeling this way."

Celia shrugged, resting her hands on her daddy's chest, just as she did when she was little.

"I don't want it to get to a point where you can't hold back anymore and you have to hide to cry, okay?" said Cassian to her. Nesta looked at him and saw that his eyes were glazed over. She placed a hand on his leg, but the man's attention didn't shift from his daughter's face. "If you feel that Mama and I and anyone in this house are misbehaving with you, you come tell us and we'll talk about it, without the need to yell at each other and fight." he gave her a hesitant smile. Then he wrapped her up and pulled her against him, kissing her temple, "Please don't think I love you any less just because I'm a stupid, clueless big man who can't manage his time optimally, okay?"

Celia nodded against his neck, starting to play with the end of his hair strands.

"And I'm sorry if I made you think that for even a second," he closed his eyes as he whispered those words to her.

"I love you dad." said Celia in a muffled voice.

Cassian held her tighter to his chest, "I love you cutie."

Nesta cleared her throat, laying a hand on her daughter's back, "I'm sorry if I didn't pay enough attention to you today too and if I sent you out of the kitchen," she murmured, urging her to look at her. Celia broke away from Cassian, getting off his lap and launching herself at her mother, who caught her and stifled a laugh at the sudden weight.

God, she was growing up so fast, too.

"I love you, Lia." she whispered to her, "Don't ever doubt that, please."

"I love you mom."

They stayed rocking their baby girl for a few more minutes, then Cassian made a joke about the food that was getting cold in their plates, and all three of them got up from the couch and walked into a particularly quiet kitchen.

Nesta took a seat next to Andra and kissed her forehead as she took a green bean from the serving plate with her small hand.

Cassian glanced at all his children present and blew out a cough, "Maybe we should talk about eavesdropping as well."

Ezra turned to Celia, who was wiping her face with her napkin despite the fact that it was already dry, "Sorry for making you feel that way." he smiled at her, "I love you."

Celia nodded, focusing on her food.

"I want to apologize too," Nora said more softly, playing with the edge of the tablecloth. "I shouldn't have kicked you out of the room like that, and if you want to later I'll help you with the problem."

Her sister looked at her and opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, "I would love to."

"Sorry." said Andra, with a rather cute frown on her face. She probably didn't quite understand what had happened, but Celia appreciated either way. Even as she gave her the widest smile as she said, "I love you."

Celia looked at everyone at the table, swallowing noisily, "I love you."

She would talk to Cal another time.

They ate between jokes and pranks and after dinner they all jumped on their parents' bed, cuddling until they all fell asleep there. Cassian and Nesta were forced to give up their room for the night, taking refuge in the guest room instead, but not before showing their children how much infinite love they felt for each of them.

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[afrival]

can i pls request some aruani babeys 💕💕💕trying to erase my memory of 138 😭😭😭

GOD FINALLY SOMEBODY ASKED FOR ARUANI HCS 😩🙌💕 thank you sm plz I am. Coping. BTW idk if you meant like just in general hcs or if you wanted aruani with kids so 🤷 why not both

no warnings just fluff

modern au? I guess

•=======================•

- They are def not a pda couple 💀 they like keeping it private, HOWEVER!!!!

- They link pinkies a lot 🤧💕 it’s like their main thing

- They have. A garden together

- Annie helps Armin take care of his side bc he’s kinda bad at it

- They have several plants and succulents in their house

- AN AQUARIUMMMM it’s mostly Armin’s but Annie helps take care of the fish

- She has another tank for some pet crabs bc why the fuck not

- They steal each other’s clothes SO goddamn much

- Like they probably don’t even know who owns what anymore unless it’s like obviously one of their styles

- They do each other’s hair 💖💖💖 Like cutting it, braiding, ponytails, etc

- They have a pet snake and gecko lizards (very responsible reptile owners 💯)

- The snake is a small ball python, one leopard gecko, and then one bearded dragon

- Eren hates the snake LMAO like hates it even tho they INSIST it’s okay

- However Eren and the bearded dragon are like best friends for some reason???

- Armin likes getting Annie small gifts that remind him of her (most of the time it’s rocks or gemstones)

- They go on. Nature dates

- Picnics, hikes, walks, just anything where they’re outside

- They go to the beach a LOTTTT please

- And whenever they go they spend the majority of the time digging for sand dollars and shells and exploring tide pools

- Neither of them remember when they started dating so they just don’t really have an anniversary

- Like one random ass day out of the year one of them will go “happy anniversary” and that’s their anniversary day for the year

- Okay now with kids

- Armin wanted kids but Annie needed to be convinced a little more LMAO

- PARENTS OF THE YEAR they are so good with their child

- Armin is always holding them and Annie is just??? Weirdly good at mothering??? But in the more like feeding, changing, and cleaning sense

- Armin is def more of a nurturer and absolutely is the first responder for when the baby starts crying

- Annie taught their kid how to ride a bike without training by putting them on top of a hill, telling them to dodge the rocks, and pushing them down it HDHFJFJT

- It worked so it’s okay 💕

- So supportive of their kid in everything they do

- Good parents ™️

I know i have so many more of these I jjst cannot think of rn I’m so sorry 👹💔 FUN FACT I actually really fucking hated this ship for a while and now I love it a lot— character development go brrrr

[marinetteplztakeabreak]

chloe in my adrininogami roommates au

under the cut bc its a little long (1500 words of notes about chloe in this au)

ADRININOGAMI ROOMATES AU RECAP: its not really an au its just a timejump, Adrien Nino and Kagami are all like 18-19 and roommates, hawkmoth is still out there and lb and cn still dont know each others’ identities, Nino and Kagami know each others’ secret identities but don’t know Adrien’s and he doesn’t know theirs, Nino is at university while Adrien and Kagami are just taking a gap year and working minimum wage jobs and honestly they are all thriving and bffs

Chloe is a music major

At the same university as Nino

i have very little knowledge of the universities of Paris so this is going to be partially based on the American system, im sorry but youre going to have to suspend your disbelief real quick

so the university has a rule where first year students have to live on campus in the dorms

Nino escaped this rule because he is a goshdarn music nerd and quest for knowlege cannot be stopped

There wasn’t even an AP Music Theory class at his high school when he started there but he was like “whats up guys i have self-confidence now and i think it would be pretty nifty if we had this class” and then talked to teachers and convinced a bunch of his friends to sign up for it so now its a class

And thats the only AP Music class and he still wanted to learn,,, so he just,,, started taking online college courses,,, in music theory,,, for fun,,,, the absolute nerd <3

he will ramble excitedly about music history to anyone who will listen and you cant even be upset bc he is so energetic about this

All of this is to say that, by the time he graduated high school, he had already completed a bunch of college classes, so he got to enter university as a sophomore, which is how he is living off campus with adrien and kagami

Chloe, however, is a freshman, so shes gotta live on campus in the freshman dorms and have a roommate

her roommate, by the way, is Juleka

Chloe has calmed down significantly by this time and sucks a lot less. She and Juleka are not friends by any account, but basically, when they were signing up for roommates, they were both like “whelp this is better than rooming with a total stranger, i wont talk to you or bother you if you dont talk to me”

chloe and juleka have not actually spoken to each other since school started,, they pretty much stay out of the dorm room unless they are sleeping and then they stay on their side of the room and do not make eye contact and dont touch each others stuff

and chloe is totally fine with this

just kidding, hahaha, she is sad and lonely and wants to make friends but is terrible at it,,, her models for friendship include Adrien who she knows she messed up with completely and the best thing she can do now for their relationship is avoid him so she doesnt mess it up more,, and Sabrina, who is also refusing to speak to her now and basically taught chloe that the way to do friendship is to like? do their homework or something??

(juleka is vibing and living her best life btw, shes just also an introvert and only goes to the dorm when she is tired and needs to refresh and also chloe is the one acting like they shouldnt talk)

SO,,, chloe is a music major bc she thinks its pretty nifty and fun and also because she is trying to avoid anything to do with her parents,,, she has reached the point where like “be a dissapointment to my parents” is like,, her life goal,,, which is kinda a “good for her” situation and kinda a “holy heck plz get her some therapy situation”

wow we’ve got a bunch of backstory but we are finally to the point of this post

Chloe has several classes with Nino and she keeps accidentally flocking to him because she already knows him from high school and he has such good vibes

Nino is kind of just trying to avoid her,, he doesnt HATE her,, but,, it is chloe,, yknow

but then they get paired up for a group project and the group meets at nino’s apartment, and adrien is not in the building whenever chloe is there, on purpose,, they will be friends again eventually but their friendship is taking a little bit of a break and adrien is still learning how to have boundaries so he’s just doing what’s best for his mental health

chloe is totally fine with this and doesnt miss him at all

just kidding she is lying

BUT

you know who IS just chilling in the apartment while chloe is there

kagami

who is now like 19 and having some actual self confidence and happiness and who is chilling in her apartment with nino, one of her best friends

and chloe gets through the first group meetup at nino’s house and doesn’t spent any time just staring at kagami who’s chilling reading books in the corner (yes she does)

chloe is actually trying her hardest to be nice to the group members and make friends and prove that she can be a good person and a hard worker but she has very little social skills or work ethics skills and is having complicated emotions about adrien and hasnt even realized it yet but she is falling HARD for kagami,

all that is to say that chloe is a little bit distracted from the group project

but anyway they meet up again and this time chloe has done a ton of research and prep beforehand bc she doesnt want 2 be caught offguard made to look like a fool again and everyone is like what the heck, since when does she study things?

and anyway the project goes pretty great

but then

chloe has a goshdarn crying breakdown

because she is experiencing too many emotions all at once

the combination of just,,, university coursework is stressful and living without servants for the very first time in her life and parental issues and not having friends and also literally everything is just aaaa

so she starts crying in her dorm while doing homework while juleka is there but she literally forgets that juleka is there bc juleka is kind of a cryptid

and juleka just kinda stares at her for a minute and then is like “u good”

and chloe tries to pretend shes not startled and is like “haha yeah its fine”

and juleka is like “have u considered getting a tutor”

and chloe, who is stupid, is like “hmm i should ask nino to tutor me but only at his place and only when kagami is home and i should make sure that i look super cute and i need to study beforehand so that i look cool and smart in front of kagami,, i mean,, for no reason at all i just think this is a good idea”

she talks to nino and nino is like “ok i guess i can help tutor you but u have to actually make an effort and also stick to a schedule so youre not there when adriens there bc we are respecting his boundaries and also you need to-”

and chloe is like “great perfect done”

and then she actually does everything nino says

so basically

she ends up passing all of her classes and making friends

literally just because she is too stupid to actually try to talk to kagami

they literally do not have any conversations other than like “hey, whats up?” “nothing much lol” for like,,, an entire year

also chloe does not admit to herself that she has a crush on kagami for that entire time either

meanwhile adrien and nino and kagami are all a little confused bc chloe keeps flirting at nino??? and adrien is like “im pretty sure she likes girls but idk???” and nino keeps being like “hey chloe what’s up, i just got back from hanging out with my amazing girlfriend alya who i am very in love with,, and who is my girlfriend,, who i am dating”

and chloe has literally no idea why he is doing this but continues to flirt at him and subconciously hope that kagami will catch some of her flirting vibes and falls in love with her

so basically

they are all stupid

BUT Chloe and Nino do become actual friends and chloe actually respects him for the amazing wonderful smart talented kind person that he is and he helps her make some new friends and they get to the point where they are a super great study group and she’ll listen to all his homework assignments and proofread some of them when its like finals cramming time and they are supporting each other and their friendship is good

[sylvie-writes]

Bad (2): What Happened?

First inspired by this song ➳ Bad by Lennon Stella

(Ransom Drysdale x wife reader)

Summary: What went down that fateful night...

A/n: I got carried away, and kinda forgot about the real plot lol. So there’s more fluff than angst... I think. 

Disclaimer: this chapter is sort of a filler before we get to the real shiz. 

Warnings: Cheating, mild profanity, poor writing. Ransom being an asshole (rip all the soft Ransom stories I’ve written)

As always, plz pardon any mistakes, the stories are always proofread but I tend to make many mistakes regardless.

Series Masterlist 

Picking up from where we last left off: About two months ago, your work gave its employees a week off for the holidays. It was once in a blue moon that you got to see your family, so you seized this opportunity. You wished your husband could have come, but Ransom had to stay behind to help Harlan with an upcoming novel. In truth, Ransom never saw himself reverting back to his bad ways, but who knows what entices people to change… 

They always say to choose a job that you love. Something even your own parents had drilled into your head as a young child, trying to prevent you from their own mistakes. It was known then, that if you chose a job you didn’t love, you would be metaphorically chained like a prisoner bound to the wall, or in your case, the job. 

Well, you followed their advice, and chose a job you were passionate about, something you didn’t mind studying about all those years ago in college. It’s not that you didn’t love your job, but you were tired, very tired. Life was fast paced and you were running out of fuel, so to say. So this morning when your work offered you an exclusive week off, you took the offer, worked quickly yet precisely, and flew out the door, before it was dark. Normally, you’d work more than the normal 9-5 shift, it was more like 9-7 for you, anyway.

Ransom was supposedly off today, and you wanted nothing more than to kick off your break, by eating a nice lunch with your husband. While you gave your holiday wishes to your friends, you shot Ransom a quick text asking him to call you. 

So, just as you drove down the highway, your phone steaming your favorite playlist to the car’s stereo, Ransom’s name popped up on the large screen, a picture of him in college, showing up. (yeah, you liked to tease him about his college years, when he thought he was all that and a bag of chips.) 

“Hey Gorgeous! What’s up?”

“Well… you interrupted my carpool karaoke.”

Your husband laughed along with you, before you dropped your surprise on him.

“Other than that, my work gave me the week off. No biggie though.” 

Being married to Ransom and having known him for many years, has given you a real sense of sarcasm to say the least.

“That’s amazing! You deserve it, my love.”

“Ohh, quit trying to butter me up, Ran.”

More laughter from his end, making a large grin grow on your face. Only you could ever make Ransom laugh at the stupidest things, that’s just the kind of bond you two shared. 

“Anyhoo, I was wondering if you wanted me to come pick you up for lunch?”

“Sounds great, love ya.”

“Love you too.” The rest of the drive to your house was enjoyable. Today had been spectacular, something that hadn’t happened in ages. As you continued to drive, all the amazing occurrences from today settled with you in the car, a permanent smile on your face the whole way.  

You pulled into the driveway, opting to stay in the car just to keep the warm air flowing from the vents, sending Ransom a quick text.

A few minutes later, the man himself came out, his brown suede trench coat on, your own raspberry pea coat slung over his left arm. 

The passenger door popped open, and Ransom’s warm lips pressed slowly against your cheek, instantly warming you up.

“I figured you might be cold.”

A deep laugh resonated in his stomach as he reached over the console to hand you the jacket, the one you had forgotten this morning. 

“Thanks, hon. So, where do you want to eat?”

You looked over to Ransom, whose eyes had been lovingly glued to you since he’d gotten in the car.

“How about that little sandwich shop in town?”

A bright and sweet smile graced your lips, stunning Ransom with its effect on him. His own eyes crinkling up as his frowning lips slowly formed into a content smile.

Once you had reached town about twenty minutes later, Ransom rushed out of the car the minute you had stopped the engine. His actions leaving you confused when suddenly a blurb of tan suede halted and revealed the missing man, who was now pulling your door open.  

“Wow Mr. Drysdale, since when did you become such a gentleman.”

You teased Ransom, wrapping your arm around his, embracing his warmth, and playfully kissing his nose. 

“Since you became Mrs. Drysdale.” 

His little quip caught you off guard as you weren’t expecting a response from the man. As a result of that surprise, your cheeks slightly warmed, causing you to shyly look down. It was a given, what had just happened, as Ransom knew your reactions like the back of his hand. 

That arrogant jerk knew very well what he had done and slightly leaned over to kiss your bowed head.

Confidently, Ransom spoke up, and without even looking over at him, you just knew he was smirking. 

“Still have that effect on you, huh?” 

Before you could banter back at him, your arm interlocked with Ransom’s was tugged, prompting you to look up. 

Apparently, when you were just mindlessly walking to the restaurant, Ransom had another stop on his list. One full of eye-catching flower bouquets. Blood red roses, yellow lilies, variegated tulips, you name it, they littered the glass window of the flower shop. 

As you stepped into the shop, the distinctive smell of baby’s breath filled your senses. You were still interlocked with Ransom, so at this point wherever he walked, you went. Also meaning he’d dragged you to the counter despite your words of defiance.

“Ransom, you don’t need to buy me anything. All I want is to eat lunch, with my husband.”

“And that you’ll get.”

Just when you’d thought you’d won this argument, the man continued.

“Along with the bouquet of carnations and baby’s breath please.

Your husband spoke up just a bit louder, so the man behind the counter could hear his order while also making it known to you that you were indeed gonna accept these flowers. 

Ransom quickly paid for the bouquet, coming back to lock arms with you and hand you the flowers. It was a simple bouquet yet the meaning behind the choice a lot stronger. Coral carnations ideally intermixed with the snow-white baby’s breath. The soft aroma from earlier, now in a bouquet held by your cold hands. 

When you were young, your grandmother would always buy carnations for her home, specifically the coral ones. She’d tell you about each flower and how they were all unique, capturing your curiosity. As you got older, you became more versed in floral design and structure. Soon, you were going every other day to buy fresh carnations for your grandmother. When you had first brought Ransom to meet her, she told him about the story behind carnations and when you were always buying them. 

To this day, Ransom remembers, and the carnations have since then become your flower.

If it weren’t for the constant wind, the temperature would have been enjoyable, but now your hands were slightly shaking and Ransom noticed. Taking your free hand in his, he then put your conjoined hands in his coat pocket.

Just a few more blocks and you had finally made it to the humble little sandwich shop, one Ransom had actually introduced to you. 

Mr. Miller, the owner of the shop happily greeted you both. Over the years you’ve lived in Massachusetts, you and Ransom have become regulars at this shop. It may have been a small place, with seating for only thirty people, yet the food was outstanding. Especially Mr. Miller’s Monte Cristo, your’s and Ransom’s favorite. To no surprise, that is in fact what you ended up ordering. 

As you sat at the booth, the two of you laughing and enjoying the time spent with each other, never once did it cross your mind that this was it. That this was not gonna be the normal anymore. It’d become a memory you’d end up savoring for the years of the future.

Because little did you know, that was the last time he’d ever buy you flowers, the last time he’d ever laugh with you…

The last time he’d ever really love you. 

That very next day, you woke up early to pack your bags for the unbearable flight to come. You absolutely hated the airport, but then again, who doesn’t? It was a constant marathon and by time you make it to all your gates, you’d probably lose ten pounds from running so much. There was no peace at the airport, especially with the holiday rush and you dreaded it. If only your husband could have come, it would make things ten times better, but he can’t and you aren’t going to miss this opportunity. It’s been a few years since you’ve been able to go home, and truly relax for the holidays. The years before, you’d only get to spend the weekend, but now you have the whole week and in the end, it’d be worth the living hell at the airport. 

By 10:00 am, you were all ready to go, Ransom carrying the bags to your car, sulking as he did so. He really wanted to go with you. Believe it or not, but Ransom would love to spend all his time with you if he could, except Harlan really needed his help to finish up a few things. 

With everything packed, it finally came time for you to bid goodbye. Sure, it was a week away, but this was your first Christmas as a married couple, and you couldn’t spend it together. Had things been different, you could have, but Ransom understood you missed your family. For once in his life, Ransom Drysdale thought about someone else’s benefit beside his own. 

The car running, you flung your arms around Ransom, who stood at the door, coffee in hand, balancing it as he reciprocated the hug.

He could feel your tears on his neck, running through his sweatshirt. Your head was buried in the crevice, and your sobs made his heart shatter. Ransom couldn't bear it anymore, because soon he’d be the one crying. A warm hand, ran up and down your back while soothing whispers rang in your ear.

“Oh sweetheart, it’s gonna be okay.”

Your sobs that racked your body soon ceased, Ransom pulling back to give you his best attempt at a smile. His eyes worriedly scanned over your red ones before pulling you into a soothing kiss. Releasing your lips, Ransom once again gave you a comforting smile, handing you the coffee, knowing you had forgotten your own. 

“Go on, you’re gonna be late, my love.”

On tippy toes, you pressed your lips to the corner of Ransom’s, slowly leaning away, then solemnly heading to your car. 

That night, you had called Ransom, telling him you made it safely and that you’d facetime him tomorrow. In his voice, Ransom hid his sorrow, but in truth, ever since you left this morning, he’d been wallowing in despair. What better way to drown out your sorrows than to actually do that? So just as Ransom hung up the phone, he dashed to the car and to the nearest bar, slowly easing the pain via eight beers. 

Just about to ring up the bartender for a check, a small, womanly hand slowly wrapped around his forearm, setting it back down on the counter.

“Hey stranger.”

Ransom was so intoxicated, he struggled to even focus, but all he knew was that a woman was sitting in front of him and he sure was missing his wife. It was wrong, but at that moment, his priorities blurred the minute the girl’s lips smothered his. There weren’t boundaries anymore and he knew damn well, that this lady was making his thoughts and good judgement dissipate, he forgot why he was even there in the first place. Right now, you were in the back of his drunken mind, and Blair in the front. Literally and figuratively. 

The two broke away from the kiss for air, and Ransom soon remembered the woman staring seductively at him. At this moment, the man was no longer in his own mindset and was reverting back to his old self. The playboy Ransom Drysdale was out tonight, not the man bound by the ring on his finger. 

“It’s Blair right?”

She nodded, a few waves of chestnut brown hair moving with her head. Soon drinks long forgotten, Ransom threw down a one-hundred dollar bill, taking Blair by the hand, and out the door. As he gripped her warm hand, he could feel the cold metal of his wedding ring, slightly breaking him out of his lustful haze as mentally kicked himself for what just almost happened. He let out a small laugh, you were always there to keep him in line, whether he accepted it or not. And thank god for that, he thought. After that little reminder, it was like he had sobered up.

About to send Blair back into the bar, lips peppered small kisses to his ear and his fresh mindset was thrown out the window. The sober thoughts now gone. Starting that car engine and driving out with Blair in the passenger seat, Ransom was unknowingly throwing away the best thing to ever happen to him. By doing this, long gone was the better man you had helped make Ransom become.

 If only he had been strong enough to fight the temptation and listen to the little warning the symbol of your love (his ring) gave him...

And that night, as Ransom washed away his longing for you with Blair, you laid awake in your childhood bed, happily replaying the memory of lunch with Ransom just the day before. Soon, you’d be reliving that memory in your head, more often than once, but with tears streaming down your face. 

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Trigger [Police/Gang!AU] Prologue || C.H

A//N: I decided to start posting some of my stuff here and see how things go. This is a project I started back in 2017, and I unfortunately lost inspiration with, but then rekindled earlier this year and rewrote the entire thing. 

I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I am enjoying working on it. It isn’t the best but I’m using it as a learning curve. So, please forgive my terrible grammar! 

Feedback is greatly appreciated btw! Just be kind plz! 

Word Count: 6.5k

Summary: Eloise Gray and Calum Hood, not two people you would ever think to put together. What started as a ploy for power turned into a romance, resulting in the realisation that loving your enemy may not be such a bad thing after all.

Eloise – 6 Years Old

Her little feet stamped excitedly against the wooden floors as she jumped out of bed. She knew exactly what day it was; the day she had been waiting all week for. She could barely hold in her excitement the night before, her giggles booming throughout the walls of the house as her mother tried to calm her down enough so she would go to sleep.

But now the day was finally here, and Eloise couldn’t wait.

She threw open her white bedroom door as fast as her little arms could before she bounded across the hallway, the soft cream carpet plush against her little feet, slamming her body into the door that sat opposite the staircase. She giggled before shushing herself, holding her index finger up to her own lips as she crept into the bedroom where the adults slept. She had them exactly where she wanted them.

She peeped her head up, standing on her tip toes so she could just about see over the top of the wooden footboard at the bottom of bed to see the two greats lumps from where her parents lay. She could barely hold in her childish giggles and squeals as she hauled her body onto the bed, using a few of her mum’s books as a little stepping stool to assist her. Once she could feel her body securely on the soft fabric of the duvet, she knew was ready for the next part of her plan to begin.

She crept up in between the sleeping bodies, a devilish grin spread across her face as she saw her mother’s hair spread out on the pillow and down her back slightly, meanwhile making out the dark hair of her father’s arm that rested against his side while he slept soundly. The sound of his snores were like a dragon, she swore she could see the fiery steam leaving his nose as he breathed. It was so loud!

Eloise slowly and carefully raised herself to her feet, wobbling as she tried to find her balance on the soft mattress, preparing herself for the part that came next. This is what she was most excited for. She bent her knees as she prepared her body, fighting the giggles that threatened to spill, taking a deep dramatic breath as she leaped into the air, slamming her full body weight down onto the bed as she let out an almighty yell, “It’s my birthday!”

Thomas and Natalia certainly hadn’t expected the loud, obnoxious wake up call, both their bodies shooting upright in panic before their eyes were met with their daughter’s dark cocoa-coloured ones staring up at them with a cheesy grin stretched out on her face, one that made her cheeks puff out a little, endless streams of childish squeals and giggles erupting from her. You could see the tiredness in her father’s eyes, only having got in from ‘work’ a mere few hours ago. But who was Eloise to know that? She was six and it was her birthday! And she was very impatient.

“Get up get up get up get up get- “

“We’re getting up, El.” Her mother laughed softly, rubbing her eyes with the corners of her palms before reaching forward and grasping her daughter’s waist, lifting her up and sitting her on her duvet covered lap, so she could wrap her arms around the small human and kiss the top of her head.

“But you’re not doing it fast enough!” She huffed, jutting out her bottom lip as she looked up at her mother, fighting against her mother’s arms as she attempted to wriggle with all her might to escape so she could run downstairs.

“Just be patient, bug,” Her mother whispered, swaying gently with her daughter in her arms, pressing her lips against her child’s dark curls, “How about we go and get you dressed, hm? And then we’ll make some breakfast and then, if you eat it all, we’ll think about letting you open your presents? How does that sound, bub?”

“Why can’t I just open my presents now, mama?” She asked, narrowing her eyes at her mother as she crossed her arms dramatically across her chest. Well, attempted to cross them.

Man, she was her father’s daughter. Natalia noted the searing stare Eloise gave her, watching as her little arms resting on top of one another in an attempt to cross them. Thomas, Eloise’s dad, used to try and pull that menacing look when they first started dating, pretending to be intense when in reality he could hardly hold an argument when it came to his wife.

At least he couldn’t at the beginning…

Her mother could have sworn there was a cloud of dust from where she had placed Eloise on the ground, her little body shooting out of the room and sprinting into her own bedroom to dress herself. Eloise did nothing but bring a smile to Natalia’s face every day, with every sentence she spoke, with every look she gave, and with every giggle that escaped her little face, Natalia couldn’t hold back the sincere smile as her heart burst with love for her little girl.

The sound of a small voice mumbling to itself could be heard as Natalia made her way across the upstairs landing, peering into her daughter’s room as she watched Eloise argue with herself over which colour top she was going to wear in order to celebrate her birthday. It was the only day of the year Natalia knew that her daughter would actually look at what she had chosen to wear, letting a smile – one of relief – grace her face as she realised that she wouldn’t have to march her back upstairs while explaining that Eloise could not wear the top half of her cat costume from Halloween with a pair of multi-coloured rainbow leggings. The kid definitely had some interesting fashion choices. Natalia could only hope she would grow out of them.

Her birthday was always a day her parents treasured, knowing it was the one guaranteed day of the entire year where there would be no interruptions, no disappearances made by her dad; a day where it was strictly about Eloise, where their little family could be together to celebrate another year of the best gift they had ever received.

*****

The sound of Eloise’s small yet loud feet could be heard as she jumped down each individual step of the staircase, making her way into the bottom level of the house, the smell of birthday cake and chocolate pancakes leading her in the direction of the kitchen. She practically sprinted into the kitchen, launching her small body onto one of the dining chairs as she climbed up and peered her head over the table to where her eyes grew to be twice the size of her at the sight that was laid out for her to see.

“Is that my- “

“It’s your birthday cake, yes,” Natalia chuckled as she slid the final chocolate pancake from the pan onto the plate that sat on the kitchen island, “But you know the rules, baby; no cake until after presents and until your Uncle Bear gets here.”

“Uncle Bear is coming?!” Eloise’s gasp filled the kitchen, a loud excited squeal erupting and filling the confined walls at the thought of her uncle coming to celebrate with them.

What she didn’t know was there were a few others coming along as well as her uncle Bear. Thomas had insisted on inviting some of the boys over for Eloise’s birthday, telling them to bring their own children and family so they could meet and celebrate with his daughter. It was a disagreement that went on behind the closed door of Thomas and Natalia’s bedroom late at night, the two of them having different opinions of how to spend Eloise’s birthday.

Natalia knew what kind of ‘boys’ Thomas hung around with; the ones he led his lifestyle with. Unfortunately for her, she technically was classed as leading the said lifestyle alongside her husband, silently agreeing to joining him on that journey when she entered the relationship, it only solidifying the non-verbal agreement in concrete after they got married. Although he had promised to keep her separate and not involve her in any of the matters that involved interacting with his ‘friends’.

Well, that went straight out of the window the minute it was discovered that Eloise was on her way. Every single one of the Gypsy Kings taking on an older brother role when it came to the unborn child, swearing to look out for her and her mother, much to the disgust of Natalia.

She could look out for herself; she was well off even though she hated to admit it. Her parents were successful although she didn’t have much to do with them since Thomas came into her life, their approval of him very much being non-existent. She had the money to take care of herself, Thomas, and the baby. She didn’t need numerous rambunctious men constantly surrounding her family any more than they already did. It wasn’t a secret that she didn’t like the life her husband led, but she loved him. She loved Thomas more than life itself, she didn’t think there was something she could love more, but then Eloise came into the world and overtook Thomas with ease. But Natalia was certain, swearing on her own life, that there was nothing she loved more than her family, and she wouldn’t let anyone – not even the group her husband was tied into – potentially be the cause of any harm or risk that may come to them.

It had taken weeks for Thomas to convince her to allow him to invite the others, insisting that Eloise would need to know them sooner or later. He insistently pushed for a relationship with his ‘brothers’ for his daughter, wanting her to have a bigger family than what he had growing up, swearing that these boys would be the brothers she didn’t have, her protectors for when her parents were no longer walking the earth.

That stung like a needle being inserted into Natalia’s skin, the back of her neck heating up at the thought of leaving her daughter with no one but those violent scoundrels whom her husband called ‘friends’. But she let it slide, knowing that he was only trying to come from a good place, a place of love with only Eloise’s best interest at heart.

“Happy Birthday to you,” A deep voice sang from the distance, “Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday my dearest Eloise,” The voice became louder as the body neared towards the kitchen, “Happy birthday to you.”

Thomas revealed himself from the small hallway connecting the kitchen to the main walkway of the house, a proud smile radiating from his face as he walked over to the table and leaned down to kiss his daughter on the head. He glanced over at his wife who dished two pancakes onto a plate before placing it down in front of the empty seat beside their daughter, silently insinuating for him to sit and eat with them.

Eloise giggled happily, her small legs swinging beneath the table as she munched away at her birthday breakfast. Chocolate pancakes were her favourite, especially when her mum made them. There was nothing better. Natalia restricted them to be a treat, knowing that if Eloise could then she would have them every morning, and Natalia didn’t think she could physically or mentally cope with the intense sugar high that Eloise caught from the consumption of the sweet treats every day.

“El, why don’t you take your pancakes and go and watch some cartoons in the living room?” Thomas spoke up, smiling down at his little girl, watching as her eyes grew as he finished his sentence.

She gasped loudly, slamming the base of her fork down onto the table as she grabbed the rim of the light wood, leaning forward as she pressed her brightly coloured t-shirt covered chest against the edge, wide eyes darting straight over to her mother who couldn’t hold back a laugh at her daughter’s sudden outburst of excitement.

“Can I?” Eloise asked, her voice already hinting at a begging tone, “Please mama? Can I go watch cartoons? Please? Pretty please? Can I? Can I? Can I? Mama- “

“Yes!” Natalia couldn’t hold back her deep laugh as she watched Eloise’s face light up before she scrambled down off of the dining room chair before being handed her plate by her dad and dashing through the hallway into the living room.

They didn’t need to worry about putting the TV on for her, aware she knew exactly how to find her cartoons. That was another treat that didn’t happen very often; TV was banned during mealtimes. That was Natalia’s doing, wanting to cherish the tradition of a family dinner with no interruptions, using it as the single opportunity they would have where they were together throughout the day, that also depending on the fact of if Thomas was even home for dinner.

Once they were sure that Eloise was out of ear shot, their smiles collapsed as they looked towards each other. The atmosphere was so tense in the room, you could have cut it with a knife. And they both only had themselves to blame. Thomas was the one who suggested that they fill the house with people so Eloise could experience a real birthday party, unfortunately the only people they could fill the house with were those who Natalia despised. Meanwhile Natalia was the one who gave into his request, she was worn down with the numerous requests and attempts at reasoning that she eventually gave up, agreeing to hosting the party, but strictly for the sake of Eloise.

“I want to know exactly who is coming into this house,” She sighed as she stared at Thomas, “I need to know exactly which of the miscreants I am allowing into my house to be around my daughter.”

Her tone was cold, harsh. Thomas didn’t appreciate the way she addressed his friends but deep down he understood why she felt that way. It wasn’t her choice to have this at her door, and that alone he gladly accepted the consequences for. Thomas knew the only reason she even remotely agreed to inviting the group of boys was because they would be bringing their children and families, allowing for Eloise to have to opportunity to make friends her own age, for her to make bonds and relationships that would hopefully mould her social skills to be ready for when she went to school, something that Natalia had in fact held back on this year, not prepared to allow her daughter into the education system just yet, suffering a mental debate over if home schooling was a better option.

Before Natalia could even try and pry an answer from Thomas regarding who would be attending the party, the high-pitched ring of the doorbell interrupted the tension and echoed throughout the house.

“That’ll be Owen,” Thomas sighed, looking up at Natalia as she glared at him, silently praying that she didn’t kill him right there and then, “He’s bringing his son Scott who’s Eloise’s age. He’s a great kid; very bright, very funny, him and El will get on really well.”

Natalia just allowed a small nod to be the only acknowledgement she made towards Thomas’s words, standing up from her seat as she picked up the plates around the table before ridding the cold remnants of the pancakes into the bin and slipping the dishes into the dishwasher.

Thomas swallowed the small lump in his throat, ignoring the slight sweat on his brow as he thought about the worst-case scenario. What if all hell broke loose at his daughter’s birthday party? Surely not, I mean Natalia had a temper on her, but she would never lose it and risk ruining her daughter’s birthday. Would she?

“Are you going to get the door, or shall I?” She asked, her eyes focusing on the dishwasher as she loaded it up and prepared it to go through a cycle. Her eyes never broke contact with the silver machine, taking a deep breath as she prepared herself for the next few hours of insufferable conversation with a group of people who she knew she couldn’t stand. But when she thought of Eloise making friends, her heart soared ever so slightly. She would do it for her.

Yeah, she would it for Eloise. She would do anything for Eloise.

Eloise – 20 Years Old

Her brown eyes drifted the silver rings she wore on her hands, studying each one individually. Each singular piece of metal held a story; one that she never shared, one that hid a scar, one that was a gift, and two that were a reminder. They were a staple in her attire, one that never faltered with whatever she wore. She hadn’t intended for them to become such a big part of her but – well, not all them anyway – she couldn’t help but feel a slight discomfort when she didn’t feel the cold metal against her delicate fingers.

“We need to pick up some more jobs around the city,” A voice grumbled, a frustrated grunt escaping the lips of the man who paced back and forth opposite where she sat. Eloise’s eyes glanced up, making a note of Jay’s agitated state, the crease in his brow prominent as he stared down at the table that they were all sat around.

The boys were never the brightest when it came to money making schemes, which is why Eloise sat in on these ‘meetings’ that Jay conducted. Although she didn’t pay much attention, knowing that these meetings only resulted in numerous settlements of violent methods of making money; Jay’s favourite way to make money.

Her eyes fell to her hand that rested on the arm of the couch she perched herself on, her gaze following as her small fingers traced a pattern along the brown fabric. She held back on the sigh that was dying to come out, knowing that it wouldn’t exactly give the best impression to the men scattered around the room. She couldn’t help as her eyes fell to the scratches that littered the couch, the corners of her lips slightly upturned as she recalled the few times her and Scott would sneak into the Gypsy King’s hideout as kids and try to carve hopeless doodles and names into the furniture and walls of the hideout. It was a memory of much happier times of her life, times that she would more than gladly go back to if she were given even half the chance.

“El, are you listening?”

The sound of Jay’s aggressive tone brought her out of her little daydream, her eyes snapping from the scratch-covered couch to the irritated individual stood in front of her. Her eyes met his emerald ones, mentally noting his menacing posture, as she cocked her head to the side with a smug look on her face before responding, “Unfortunately.”

Jay’s scowl only hardened, his brow creasing more as he tilted his head down and kept his eyes strictly on Eloise. He took an intimidating step towards her, his eyes searching for a sign of fear from her, a twitch, a flinch, a swallow. He looked for anything.

But Eloise didn’t give it to him. She never feared Jay like some of the others did, knowing full well that she could handle herself but more importantly that they needed her. She was the brains behind a lot of the schemes they conducted, she dissected the horribly put together plans of the others and amended them so they would actually work, allowing for the nominated members to do their job with the least amount of backlash possible. Although, there was never just a little bit of backlash, not when it came to this lot.

“I’d appreciate if you kept your focus on the task at hand,” His arms crossed along his chest, stance remaining as solid as before, “You can get caught up in your little daydreams elsewhere.”

Eloise had to hold back on the urge to roll her eyes, leaning back against the couch as her fingers found the bottom hem of her jacket, fiddling with the cold smooth material as a way of stopping herself from saying anything in retaliation.

She was a hot head like her mother, she knew that. She was the perfect combination of both her parents; her hair the same shade as her dad’s meanwhile her eyes were the same dark chocolate colour her mother once had. She had the temperament of her mother but the brains of her dad. Many of the others in the gang had made note of similarities when she made her way up the ranks with the group, knowing she was bright, but ‘especially for a girl’ many of them would murmur. She let it roll of their tongues, never reacting to the comments because she knew better than anyone that she could take them in a fight if necessary.

“Let her dream about lover boy,” A voice piped up from the corner, a deep chuckle erupting from the large chest of the member who spoke, “Maybe she can finally be useful other than believing she’s a valuable dictator.”

Eloise poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue, holding back the scoff as her eyes lifted from the coffee table in front of her and followed the direction of the voice. She leaned forward on the couch, arms resting on her knees as she stared at the clean-shaven face of the boy who spoke. He was feeling brave for someone so young, so new.

“You wanna say that again?” Her voice taunted, her eyebrows lifting slightly as if to spark a challenge between them. She took a deep breath, her dark eyes meeting his hazel ones before she pushed herself to a standing position as he shot up out of his seat.

She couldn’t help but smirk at how rushed he was, reaching behind his back before pulling out his gun, holding it by his side as if to use it as an intimidation method towards Eloise.

“That’s cute,” She spoke sarcastically, a silent laugh escaping her as she looked down at her boots before meeting his eyes once more, “Do you know how to use it?”

“Of course, I do,” He answered quickly, the muscle in his jaw working overtime as he waited for her to make a move.

Clearly this guy didn’t know Eloise as well as he thought he did.

“Well, come on then,” She taunted, her arms lazily crossing her chest as slouched slightly in her standing position, “Show me what you’re made of, big man.”

Eloise noted the shaky gulp as he swallowed, seeing the slight sheen of sweat appear on his brow as he raised his gun, aiming directly for Eloise.

“Luis, come on, put the gun down.” Another voice spoke, a poor attempt at trying to calm the young boy who currently stood with his gun aimed at the brunette who stood opposite him.

She didn’t seem to flinch as she took a few steps forward, her eyes never losing contact with Luis, the cocky smirk still spread across her face. Nothing scared that girl anymore, not since everything was taken from her. She had been told a few times that she had a death wish. Maybe they were right, maybe she was treating life as a throwaway.

Her feet paused when her chest pressed against the end of the gun that was held out, her expression still not faltering as she watched as Luis seemed to get more nervous by the second. It didn’t surprise her that although someone had shot a warning – a poor warning at that – towards Luis in order to get him to lower his gun, no one had physically stepped in extinguish the situation. She was sure many of them were secretly wanting to see how this would play out.

“If you’re gonna do it,” She spoke with a low voice, “At least make it interesting for me.” Her knees bent slightly as she lowered herself, staring the gun directly down the barrel as she pressed her forehead against the weapon.

A disappointed sigh could be heard from behind her. In fact, two could be heard. She knew exactly where they came from and why they were the only noises in her ears in that moment. She kept her eyes on the black weapon held in the shaking hand, “So are you going to pull the trigger, or are you too chicken?”

The sound of the trigger being pulled, and a loud click echoed throughout the hideout, the sound resonating within the walls before silence fell throughout the room.

Luis looked on in fear as Eloise’s eyes opened and stared at him with a knowing smirk still spread across her lips. He could’ve sworn he nearly killed her; he could have sworn he nearly committed a murder of a member of his own association. His eyes widened with pure fear, looking at the gun with a mixture of confusion and uncertainty, as if he didn’t understand why it didn’t go off like he expected.

“Next time,” Her voice disrupted the silence as she stood straight on her feet again, looking at the boy she had previously taunted, “Make sure your safety’s off. You could get yourself killed if that happened in the wrong situation.”

She turned around on her heels and walked back to the couch, picking up her phone that she noted had slipped from her pockets when she stood up to challenge the opposing member. Her facial expression fell back to her usual one, eliciting a monotone look that many of the boys had grown used to.

“How could you be so sure that he wouldn’t take the safety off before pulling the trigger?” Jay’s voice tore Eloise’s eyes from her phone, “What if you had underestimated him?”

“If he took it off before he pulled the trigger, I would have heard it so I would have known to move, but he never flinched - not even slightly - to look at his gun and check if the safety was on or not. I knew he wouldn’t check, so I knew I was alright,” She shrugged, her phone finding its home in her back pocket once again, “An amateur doesn’t check his gun before he pulls it, a rookie lives with his safety off,” She paused as her eyes met Luis’s across the room once again, “But a moron challenges someone who he knows can outsmart him.”

She kept her eyes met with the young boy’s, knowing he was still learning the ways of the gang and wanted to test his limits, as well as everyone else’s.

The situation was brushed over by the sound of Jay continuing to go on about the money situation within the gang, instructing for them to come up with ways to make a profit for the gang while also keeping up with the business side of things. Luckily for them, money was an easy thing to be made if they knew how to do it right. And thankfully, Eloise and Scott knew the right methods.

Her eyes fell to the boy sat next to her, a gentle smile spreading across her lips as she met his golden irises, the shine in them being something she found comfort in. She didn’t know what she did to deserve him in her life, he was too good for her, he was too good to be wrapped up in this lifestyle they led.

“You alright?” His voice barely above a whisper as he nudged her shoulder lightly, “You need a minute?”

Scott had been her best friend since she could remember. She recalled when she met him at her sixth birthday party, his sandy coloured hair bouncing as he ran into the house when he heard the theme tune of Arthur begin to play from the TV in the living room. She always thought he was a weird kid, but so was she. Maybe that’s why they got on so well. Ever since that day they had been inseparable, spending every minute they could together and quickly becoming best friends. He became her family very quickly and his family became her own when it came to that day.

“I’m fine,” She responded, rolling her lips into her mouth as she leaned forward on the couch once more, counting down the minutes until she could leave the hideout and go home again, “I promise.”

A classic response she gave too often. Scott should’ve expected it.

Eloise didn’t register the remainder of the speech that Jay gave to them all, ignoring the requests he made and the outraged yells he threw at the scattered members around the room for ‘failing’ him. The man was always angry, power-hungry, and ignorant. But he was the leader, so no one could tell him what he could and couldn’t do, what he could and couldn’t say, and last but not least; how to run the gang. His views weren’t shared by all members, but the majority of them revelled in his anger towards the city of New York, in his desire to control the city that they called home. Eloise, however, didn’t share that same passion to the same extent. She did love New York, it was where she grew up, where she met her best friend, but it was also the place where she lost everything that mattered.

A gentle hand on her shoulder pulled her out of her thoughts, her eyes looking up to meet with the caramel ones of her best friend.

“We’re done here, let’s go,” He spoke softly, nodding his head towards the door, “I’ll buy you a burger, my treat.”

“With what money?” She teased.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.” Scott laughed, hauling her up off of the couch before pushing her gently towards the door.

The alleyway the hideout led onto was cold, shaded away from the main streets where the crowds and cars erupted into noise. It wasn’t particularly the nicest part of the city but that was the point, it was grim enough to brush off any unwanted attention from the gatherings that went on within those walls.

The line from where the shade began to where the sun beamed across the city was a slick line across the entry of the alley, almost acting as if you were walking into a completely different world. The sun beamed down onto the streets of the city, the bright rays bouncing off of the clear windows of cafes, shops, and shining through plastic water bottles people were carrying as they explored. The little glints of light caught Eloise’s eyes, a small smile gracing her face as she looked around at the city which they called home. She watched as crowds passed her; the elderly couple who were here on holiday which she learnt after catching a snippet of their conversation regarding how they only had until Friday when they would be going home, the young traveller who walked with google maps open on her phone when she accidently walked in Scott before apologising and continuing on her way. She loved that New York was full of different people, residents and holidaymakers. She always wondered what it would be like to visit a city or country she had never seen before, wishing to one day experience the awe of seeing a new city for the first time, to explore a new culture and to embrace the atmosphere of a new place.

But alas, she was stuck in New York. Her lifestyle tied her to the city, bounding her with great restriction so all she could do was dream. Something she did almost every night… She dreamed of the day her and her mum baked cupcakes for her dad’s birthday, burning them as well as decorating them horribly. She dreamed of the days where she would run around at the park for hours, never tiring as her dad would chase after her, where they would pick flowers from a nearby field and make flower crowns. Eloise missed those days; she missed her family being around her constantly. She missed the reassurance of her father telling her that she was okay when she would fall and scrape her knee, and she missed the sound of her mother gently singing to her as she tried to fall asleep on the nights where she was restless.

She missed them.

She wondered what her parents would think of her if they saw her now. What would her mother say if she saw how she had turned out? She had grown up a lot since the last time she saw her, and even more so since she last saw her dad. Eloise was scared to think of how long it had been, the number of years haunting her as the number repeated itself in her mind. She was always told her mother would be proud of her but Eloise highly doubted that, learning that it was her mother’s request to keep Eloise out of the life that the gang led but alas she fell into it just like her dad did at a young age.

Her dad tried hard to keep Eloise separated from the lifestyle his wife so desperately wanted to barricade her from. He always talked about how much he failed Natalia when he was drunk, crying to himself in the living room late at night while he nursed numerous glasses of whiskey and bourbon. Eloise never disturbed him when he in that state, knowing to get a glass of water from the kitchen as well as a strip of paracetamol and leave them on the kitchen table, and to take herself up to her bedroom where she would lay in bed and listen out for her father’s cries.

“El!” Scott yelled out, grabbing onto her arm as he pulled her back.

The sound of a loud horn and an aggressive shout broke Eloise from her thoughts again, her eyes darting up as she witnessed the large delivery truck railroad across the street. Eloise didn’t even see it nor hear it, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared at the back end of the truck for a few seconds before her eyes were pulled to Scott’s shocked expression.

“Why didn’t you stop?”

She panted, a little flustered as she looked down at her feet before looking up and seeing the red glowing ‘stop’ sign on the other side of the crossing. She didn’t know why she didn’t stop; she didn’t even remember hearing the truck barrelling towards the crossing on the street nor see the crowds of people waiting to cross. She didn’t know what made her feet keep on walking.

“Maybe Han was right,” Scott chuckled nervously, looking to see the rattled expression on his best friend’s face, “Maybe you really do have a death wish.”

She shoved him lightly, the attempt being pretty pathetic even for a gentle nudge. She blinked a few times to readjust her eyes as she stared up at the glowing sign, waiting for it to signal that they could walk. She really needed to focus. Two near death experiences in one day were not what she needed.

“You do actually want to make it to your twenty-first birthday, right?” Scott laughed from beside her, raising his eyebrows as he watched her eyes roll to the back of her head at his remark.

“It’s debatable if you’re gonna continue like this,” She sighed, taking the motion of other people walking as a sign that it was now safe to cross.

It scared Eloise to think she was going to be twenty-one in just a few weeks. Her birthday scared her every year, the thought of becoming another year older meant another year without those she loved most. God, she needed to move forward. She wanted to be able to move past her parent’s deaths, but they haunted her every day. She was a witness to both, each incident being years apart, but Eloise was there, she was the one who found each of their bodies in her own home; a sight she would never be able to forget.

Maybe one day she would be able to think of them and smile. She smiled when she thought of them now, but what she wanted was to think of them and only smile. She wanted no tears, no sadness, no pain, only smiles and fond memories.

She brought her attention back to where her and Scott were heading in the first place. God, she needed to get out of her head more. She joined the queue of the burger van as she stood next to the blonde, freakishly tall, man. Scott wasn’t that much taller than her, but she still considered him to be ‘freakishly’ tall considering she was classified as tall for the ‘average woman’. Being on the taller side did have some advantages but at the same time she did have the odd moment or two when she wished she were a little more petite.

“What do you want to eat?” Scott asked her, leaning slightly in her direction in order to get a better view of the menu to his right, “You can have whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” She repeated, smirking as she glanced at the menu, already imagining the painfully long list she could recite to irritate her best friend.

“Well, whatever you want as long it in under $5,” He shrugged, feeling the impact of a hand hit his arm as he avoided the glare Eloise was shooting his way, “I said it was my treat but a man’s gotta save money.”

“You’re so stupid,” Eloise laughed, “You offer to take me out for food, tell me that you’re paying then tell me I can’t have anything that costs more than $5. You’re such a cheapskate!”

“If I had known you wanted a five-course meal then I would have picked a cheaper date.” He mumbled under his breath.

“What was that?” She queried, a playful smirk playing on her lips as she looked at him through his sunglasses, knowing fine well what he had just said.

Scott could have sworn she had laser vision as he could feel his glasses melting from his face at the look that she gave him. “Nothing.” He quickly blurted, the usual bright smile reappearing on his face as he flashed the toothy grin towards the girl stood beside him.

As much as Eloise feared what her parents would think of her; she couldn’t help but to admit that she was comfortable in the life she lived. She was comfortable in her apartment, she liked her neighbours – the fact they didn’t know what she did helped with that – because they were kind to her, she liked her friends, especially the ones who weren’t linked to the gang; the ones she had made through high school and on nights out.

Maybe one day she would make a change; break free from the confinements of the gang and New York City, to escape and start afresh somewhere new, somewhere where no one knew her name or knew her past.

A girl could dream.

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Yandere Life Ship

Can I have a yandere life ship plz? ^^~ ok so! I’m really awkward, shy, and introverted! I’m open and accepting to everything! I cant be around people who aren’t 😅 I like time to myself and I have social anxiety but! When I’m close to someone I literally give my everything its all or nothing with me. I’m kind of clingy. I’m quick to cry and be manipulated. But once you piss me off all that goes away lmao I can be really smart mouthed and say cruel shit in the blink of an eye Part 1/3

and not care for the persons feelings at all. And with that being said it doesn’t take much to piss me off lol and I can’t be silenced like... at all unless you’ve completely broken me but even then I’ll probably still try you... if you try to silence me before breaking me then you’re in for me mouthing off at you and I’m brat for a reason you know lol Part 2/3 

I love music, alternative(Lolita,yume/yami kawaii,e-girl,kawaii,etc. /mainstream fashion(“baddie” fashion) my fashion depends on how I feel, I have A L O T of kinks so I wouldn’t do well with someone vanilla 💀 I’m not sure if that’s enough but here it is!  Part 3/3 -MILLI 

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Yandere 1: (Main yandere)- Jay Park

  Jay is a top dog when it comes to yanderes, he doesn’t mess around and what he wants, he gets no matter what. No one knows exactly how or when Jay became infatuated with you but you do quickly find out why; he likes someone who can put up a fight whether it be verbally or physically and you can do exactly that. This yandere makes it evident from the get go that he’ll let you yell and talk, hell, he’ll even let you punch him and try to knock him down all the while smiling at your futile attempts but, in the end, you’ll always learn your place after he’s put you through what he deems as a “reward” for your attitude. Your life with him is going to be interesting because he’s going to do every to brake you down into becoming a submissive victim but, unlike other yanderes and their victims, he’s also going to simultaneously mold you into a powerful “sidekick” that everyone will love and fear just as much as they love and fear him once he’s deemed you well-behaved enough to go public with him.              

your friend that is victimized by yandere one: Mint

Mint is a supportive friend who is quick to dry those tears when you come to her in an upset state of mind. She doesn’t fool around when it comes to her friends feelings which means that if she learns that someone is hurting you in any way then she’ll doing everything in her power to bring that to an end. She may not be able to do much but she knows that sometimes all a person needs to feel better is some time out with friends or some time away from everyone, which she is more than willing to let you spend time at the extra house her parents bought for her. What drew you to together as such close friends was actually that facts that you two are nearly polar opposites from each other, she’s more outgoing and isn’t quick to start confrontation or talk back while you are, but you two did share commonality in being open with everything, loving the kawaii style of cutsey things, and with being emotional.                            Jay won’t like this one bit. He hates the thought of some tiny, 4′11 chick being an emotional support buddy who can clear your mind and has the resources to give you time away from him. Although she can’t do much else, he still hates her guts with every nerve in his body, just the sight of her or mention of her name can bring his blood to a raging boil. Although she isn’t much of a threat, except when she sends you away for some private time in her other house, Jay quickly writes her off as someone who needs to vanish from your life and he can think of many different ways to make that happen but his two favorite options are that he can either snap her like a twig and hide her body somewhere or he can have his shady friends take her and do with her what they please. Either way, Mint with disappear at some point and the likelihood that anyone, especially you, will ever see her again alive is less of a chance than a snowball has at surviving a trip through hell.

where they’d keep you: the studio

Jay is constantly working on new music whether it be for himself or for other artists so the best place to keep you is where he spends his time most often. Jay loves this option not just because he’s around you often but because this gives him a chance to have more ‘lively, productive’ breaks when he needs a break from pressing keys, strumming strings, recording or mixing. It’s also a good place to keep you because it limits the space you have when trying to be away from him and you have no option but to beg him to get you food or water or to let you out whenever you need to use the restroom.

your chances of survival/escape:   survival: 5/10, escape: 2/10

Jay may enjoy that fiery passion that you have to not be controlled/manipulated or abused but he does have a point in time where he’ll get tired of it and, if you don’t brake and bow down to him at some point, then he will consider killing you eventually. Jay isn’t afraid to use his strength to get what he wants from you so you’ll not only deal with him mentally destroying you piece by piece but also doing that with you physically as well. The best thing you can do to survive with this yandere is by swallowing your pride from time to time (at the very least) if not completely and letting him say and do to you what he pleases without any interruptions from you. By doing so you’ll ensure less punishments, which are both immensely emotionally and physically straining to your body and mind. 

As for escape, he may keep you in a small studio so it would seem as though it should be relatively easy for you to get away from him but what you’ll fail to realize until you make any attempts is that smaller spaces severally limit your sources of hiding or dodging his advances towards you when he arrives to check up on you and/or work. It’s also hard to escape the studio because you only have one means of escape, which is through the single door that he enters which is kept locked with many different dead bolts and locks.           

Yandere 2: (yandere that wants to steal you from yandere 1)- Haechan

Haechan actually gets to know you before Jay even knows of your existence because he knows you through his connection to Mint. Just as you are close friends to Mint, you easily become close friends with the boy who shares common ground with you when it comes to mouthing off. The both of you enjoy having competitions to see who can be the most sassy and, sometimes you both reach the point where you actually hurt each others feeling because of what you say in an attempt to one-up each other during the playful fights. You both end up forgiving each other by giving one another backhanded compliments then move on to conversations about fashion, even though his sense is far different than yours. Haechan is a clingy person so to have someone who can be equally so once they’re comfortable around him will be something that he enjoys whenever he gets to hang out with you.

When you go missing after Jay takes you, Haechan will be distraught and will use his detective stalking abilities to try to find you and bring you back to safety. He knows that you’re not the type of person to just up and leave without saying something first so he knows immediately that someone else is involved and he’ll go through the list of people that you know well or only met even just once to try and find you. If Haechan ever finds you after being taken by Jay then expect him to be 20000000000000000000x more clingy and obsessive with you. You’ll quickly learn that you may no longer be with Jay (if Haechan is successful at helping you escape, which isn’t a likely case) but you’ve landed in the hands of yet another yandere, one who used to be (and apparently still is) your friend.  

why yandere 1 & 2 fell for you:

What draws these two men to you is your ability to switch from a quiet, shy introverted girl to a smart mouthed, tough girl within a blink of an eye who also has the ability to not back down easily. Jay , especially, loves brats! so he sees braking you as a challenge that he is faaaaar too willing to take on, and to say that he’ll love every moment of braking you and molding you into the badass, “ride or die” but submissive victim that he wants is an understatement. He loves seeing you cry but he loves that fire in your eyes and the silver tongue that you use when you step up to fight back against his abusive advances. For both of these yanderes, the more you talk back, the more excited they become for the punishments they will dish out to you once they’ve had enough of letting you speak your mind before taking back the control and getting the final word in.     

Oh, another thing that they enjoy, (again, especially Jay) is the sex life that you two will have. Jay is a very adventurous, kinky, thirsty man so knowing that he’s got a victim who has claimed that they aren’t up for that vanilla shit  (whether they’ve taken that back or not since becoming his ‘puppet’) will definitely send his non-vanilla sex drive overboard. He’ll enjoy putting you in positions that  you’ve never even heard of, he’ll enjoy seeing just how kinky you can be and how far he can push you overboard with his endless sex-capades. 

~Savie

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The Perfect Exchange - David Dobrik (1)

an// this is going to be the start to a series! i’m not sure how long it’s going to be, that depends on the feedback!!! short little intro here:) 

summary//david needs a green card and the reader needs health insurance!

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“Natalie, what exactly are you talking about?” I ask, setting down my fork to give her my full attention.

“I know it’s crazy, but it really could work.” She smiles at me as if she hasn’t just brought up one of the wildest things I’ve ever heard. 

“So you’re saying that you want me to marry your boss, so I can get health insurance?” I restate, trying to compose all of what Natalie had suggested.

“And then David can get a green card.”

When I told Natalie that my parents took me off of their insurance plan, I have already practically drained them over medical bills over the years. Moving out to Los Angeles was the last straw, my last hope to at least be happy and live my dream. Natalie knew that the few months I have been here I have been struggling to get work and still pay for medication.

“I’ve talked about David before, you know that he’s a good guy. I wouldn’t bring this up if I thought it was a bad idea for either of you.”

I nod to show that I’m listening while still thinking. 

“Have you talked to him about it at all?” I question.

“I have, he’s not completely on board, but he’s desperate.”

“Thanks.” I roll my eyes with a laugh. I think it’s better this way anyway. I would be way more hesitant if he was already on board without even having met me.

“Well, so are you.” Natalie teases. “It’s a win-win. You’ll be on his health plan after that, he can help take care of expenses.”

I take a deep breath and look over to meet her eyes. She’s smirking, already liking having a plan.

“Let me think on it.”

“Okay!” She grins, “Take all the time you need. Well, not all the time, David needs to have a green card by like last week, but take your time.”

Natalie and I finish up the rest of our meal before going our separate ways. The drive back to my apartment I can’t stop thinking it over and over again in my head. When Natalie asked to meet for supper, I had no idea halfway through the meal she would propose a crazy plan like this. Marrying a man I have never met for health insurance.

I was born with a heart disease, which sucks, obviously, but it was never actually that bad. That is until I told my parents I wanted to move out to L.A. That’s when they decided to cut me off financially, in hopes of getting me to stay. They were struggling enough as it is, I needed to get out of there and stop feeling like a burden.

I can afford my rent, my car, and my student loans but adding on all of my medical bills on top of that is impossible. Not with the money I’m making right now at least.

“This is crazy.” I mutter to myself as I lean against my apartment door. It’s been a long day, working a shift this morning and then going out.

I was born with a heart disease, my valves and arteries are too small. Which leads to fatigue, shortness of breath, sleep problems, chest pain, and so many different doctors. My younger years I spent more time in a hospital than out on a playground.

The past three months I’ve been able to pay for about half of my usual medications. Having health insurance would change all of that. I would be able to have a life outside of work again. I could have full energy and get treatments when I need them without hesitation.

I throw myself on my bed and grab my phone out of my bag. I find Natalie’s contact and she picks it up almost instantly.

“When can I meet him?”

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The next day I didn’t have a shift at the cafe, Natalie told me I could stop by to meet everyone. She said that it would be likely that there’s a group a people hanging out there.

I debate for way too long in my closet of what to wear, but I know that I need to make a good impression on these new people! I settle on natural makeup and one of my favorite outfits that is simultaneously cute and comfortable. 

I take an uber to the address that Nat gave me. When Natalie said he had money, she wasn’t joking. The house in the hills, the cars, it seems like he’s got it all up here. I tuck my hair behind my ear and lightly knock at the front door.

Natalie runs over to the door, smiling as it swings open.

“Y/n!” She pulls me in for a hug.

“Hi.” I grin.

She opens the door wider to let me in, I follow her further into the house where I notice there’s lots of people here.

“Hey everybody, this is Y/n!” She nods towards me.

“Hey, you guys.” I wave around to the crowd of people.

“Okay so this is Carly, Erin, Matt, Jeff, Corinna, Zane, Jason, Joe, and finally David.” Natalie goes around introducing me to everyone.

“Nice to meet you all, especially the future husband.” I tease.

“Yeah, you too.” David grins.

I can already tell he’s a good guy, not that I didn’t trust Natalie’s opinion of him, but it’s different getting a vibe from him myself. When Natalie and I were in college together she talked about David all of the time, telling me stories. I knew he must be worth something when she dropped out and moved to California.

“So, you’re going to marry our boy David?” Zane asks, grinning.

“I might be, we’ll see how today goes.”

A few of the group let out an ‘ooh’ with a laugh. I can already tell it’s easy to find a place in the group.

“So, Y/n, where are you from?” Erin asks.

“Chicago. Born and raised.” I grin, “That’s where I met Nat, at school.”

“Wait so you went to school with Natalie and David?” Matt questions.

“No, college with Nat.” I explain, “We were on the same floor of our dorm freshman year.”

“Yeah, we practically lived together because we both hated our roommates.” Natalie laughs, knocking her shoulder into mine lightly.

The rest of the room picks up with conversation, some moments it feels slightly like an interrogation with all of the questions they’re throwing at me. It feels good though to have a group of friends. It’s been nice to get to know everyone a little better. David is a really funny and charming guy. 

“Hey uh Y/n?” David asks, grabbing my attention.

The room falls quiet, I turn my head to face him.

“Yeah?”

“Can we go talk? Outside?” He nods his head back towards his yard.

“Of course.” I get up from the couch and follow up to the sliding glass doors. Neither of us are oblivious to the whispers being exchanged.

“I’m happy to say that you live up to Natalie’s hype.” I grin, we both take a seat on one of his lounge chairs. “Don’t tell her I said that though, she’d be pissed if you knew she actually enjoys your company.”

“Well that’s good to hear.” David smiles, “You definitely live up to the name too. The first year Natalie was out here she wouldn’t shut up about you. It was almost annoying.”

“Well that’s great.” I laugh, “So how do you feel about all of this?”

David follows my hand as I gesture between the two of us.

“It’s scary to say the least.” He pauses to run one of his hands through his hair, “But you seem really nice, I feel like I can trust you. You blend in with the rest of my friends really well.”

“Yeah, they’re definitely a fun crowd.” I glance back over my shoulder towards the house.

“How do you feel about it?”

“I need this if I’m being completely honest. I have been struggling since I came out here. I don’t know how much Nat told you, but I have a heart disease. I’ve had it since I was a child, my parents wanted to keep me close because all they do is worry. I have fought to travel and live independently, after I graduated I moved here. Which also got me cut off from their insurance.”

“Wow, that’s…” David exhales looking somewhat dumbfounded.

“A lot. I know, I’m sorry to dump that on you, I just want to give you the full story.”

“No, it’s good! I’m glad you did. We both need this. I am being threatened to be kicked out of the country I grew up in. I pay taxes here, yet I’m not allowed to stay here, Unless I get a green card. My DACA lawyer is guessing years before I could get approved, that’s assuming Trump doesn’t kick me out before that. If I even get a speeding ticket, it can be grounds for deportation.”

“Wow.” I lean back against the chair.

“Yeah, it’s a lot.” He leans over too, his leg pressing on mine.

“So, you wanna do this?” He whips his head to looks at me.

“I think I’m in.” I let out a huff of air, “This is crazy isn’t it?”

“Absolutely insane.” David conquers with a laugh.

“Let's do it.”

~

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PART TWO

[wedrujacywiedzmin]

“Don’t touch my lute.” - Jaskier x Female!Reader

Pairing: Jaskier x female!reader

Summary: Y/N has only been traveling with Geralt and Jaskier for a short while, but she and Jaskier have known one another since a few months before that. Being a bard herself, Y/N knows of Jaskier and just how utterly brilliant he is, she had even seen him perform a few times in Novigrad at the Chameleon - Though he had never seen her perform, only rumours. This knowledge causes her to feel anxious and refuse continuously when he asks her to play for them every few nights to truly hear her talent. What happens when one night, Jaskier leaves to wash up in the river, and Y/N decides to pick up his lute and sing but he returns before she finishes playing and hears her?

A/N: I never write, I’ve written 2 fics total and I’m not amazing so.. Help is cool but don’t bash me plz, this ain’t my job and I only do it for plain old fun, cool? Hope you enjoy!! Ps I’m in love with both Jaskier and Geralt I need helppppp

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“Would you both fancy making our way to an inn once we’ve washed up?”

Jaskier asked Geralt and Y/N as they walked along the dirt path in the direction of the nearest river. Geralt’s brows furrowed slightly as he directed Roach’s reins in the right direction, thinking. Y/N’s walk turned into a skip, a smile now plastered across her lips, “Uhh, yes, please! We’ve not eaten a proper supper in 3 days! I’ll even provide the coin!” Jaskier gasped, pressing his palm against his intricately detailed doublet, “No, no, my Lady Y/N - I shall pay!” He bowed. Geralt rolled his eyes, exhaling through his nose, “Always the hero.” He murmured to himself as he watched the bard catch up to the skipping woman. 

They found a clearing where they began to set down all of their belongings. Jaskier and Geralt each sat on their own bedrolls whilst Y/N placed herself on the floor, leaning against a rock. After a while of watching the bard write poems in his notebook, she tilted her head and softly inquired, “Might I play your lute, Jaskier? I’ve not touched one in almost two months, I left mine in Novigrad..” Her eyes glistened in the evening glow and she crossed her legs. Jaskier hummed for a long time, looking into her blue eyes, before settling on, “Yes, as long as you sing to us.” His pink lips dipped into a smirk and he shot a quick look towards Geralt to gauge his reaction. Despite not looking up, his eyes and eyebrows gave away that he was interested. Y/N’s nose wrinkled up, “No, thank you.” Geralt’s left eyebrow rose and he looked up from writing an entry about Forktails into his bestiary, “You sing?” Y/N took a deep breath and shifted from side to side. Jaskier rose from his bedroll, slapped his thighs, bent forward slightly and raised his eyebrows at Y/N, “Yes, she does - However, I have not yet heard her despite being told brilliant things of the Angelic Y/N of Novigrad!”

“You’ve seen me perform before!” Y/N huffed, folding her arms and leaning back against the rock. Jaskier’s face contorted in amusement and his voice came out somewhat petty, “Through a window. I couldn’t hear you.” Y/N grumbled, “Bet you could.” Jaskier picked up his lute and held it out right in front of Y/N’s face, the shiny wood almost tapping the tip of her nose, “Come on, just once!”

“No!” Y/N spat, “Why?”, Jaskier put the lute back, the vibration of its strings due to impact causing an ugly chord.

“Can you not just go and wash up now, Jaskier?! I’ve no need to give you a reason!” Y/N raised her voice slightly, her heart slowly making its way into her throat. Jaskier pursed his lips, thinking of how to respond, lifted his finger into the air, gritted his teeth, dropped his arm, and turned back to his belongings with an exasperated sigh.

Y/N pulled an apple from her knapsack, taking a big bite. Jaskier began unpacking his linen towel along with a wooden hairbrush and some other things, “Right, I’m having a wash in the river, no touching my lute, Y/N. Not unless you want to initiate an impromptu performance?” His icy blue eyes narrowed and he flashed a toothy smile, targeting Y/N’s and her chewing slowed. She sighed and spoke with a full mouth, spitting slightly at Jaskier, “No, bard.” Jaskier’s eyes widened in disgust, “That makes one of us. Someone’s touchy tonight..” He spoke in a hushed tone as he walked off towards the river. Geralt smirked but kept quiet, enjoying the dynamic between the two.

Geralt sat silently with his right leg bent at the knee and his arm resting on it, sketching. Y/N shook her head, groaned, got up and made her way over to Geralt, sitting down next to him to watch him fill his bestiary in peace as they did most nights, “What is that thing? Ff-fog-let? Wh- what’s one of those?” She leaned over his left side to get a better look at his sketch, brushing shoulders. Usually, Geralt would slowly lean away, but he liked Y/N. Maybe even had a soft spot for her. They’d gotten as close as a lady bard and witcher could have after only knowing one another for eight months - and Jaskier wasn’t much of a fan of that at the moment.

“Why don’t you want to sing if you’re known for performing so well?” He frowned, tilting his head to look her in the eye, “Because Geralt, have you heard Jaskier sing? I don’t want to sing to him. He’s too good, I’m just okay.” She spoke with a slight angry heat, perhaps towards herself, blinking a few times, and diverting her eyes away from Geralt’s piercing ones by looking elsewhere on his face, taking in his strong features, especially when he is pulling a face such as that, “Yet you always jest about your brilliant skill?”

“Yes but.. That’s just for fun, I’d die if Jaskier heard me. He’d..” She paused, debating whether to continue, flickering her gaze up to Geralt’s, “He’d?” Geralt asked, raising his brows, “He’d.. He’d hate it, he’d go off me. I’d rather let him hear the reviews and not dare let him hear it himself. He’s legendary, I can’t compare myself to him! He’d laugh and I’d be broken. Or he’d lie and say I was good to please me. Especially now.” Geralt hummed, leaning back a bit. Something had begun that nobody could stop. Y/N had fallen for Jaskier. Geralt decided that the best option for this moment was to leave. He arose, unpacking his towel, gave Y/N an unsure but calm expression, and left for the river.

Y/N was left ruminating in her own self-loathing and confusion. She got up, set her bedroll onto the floor and lay down, away from Jaskier’s, nearest to Roach as she enjoyed her company.

“Oh, fuck it.” She quickly got up, snatched Jaskier’s lute from his belongings, positioning herself on her bedroll, cross-legged, facing out into the forest. She started to play, first quietly, and once she knew she wasn’t heard, a bit louder.

A few minutes later, as Jaskier and Geralt made their way back from the river, they started to hear music, “What- What is that? Geralt?” Jaskier spun around a few times as he tried to discern where it was coming from. Geralt’s lower eyelids rose in amusement. Jaskier took in an overly dramatic breath, “She. Took. My LUTE!” He spat possessively and began to take off before Geralt lunged forward, wrapping his big hand around Jaskier’s left arm and yanking him backward, earning a squeak from the bard, “Jaskier.” He growled, “What? It’s mine! She wouldn’t play anyw-!”

“Listen.”

 They became quiet, inching closer to the sound until they could finally hear clearly. After a few moments, Jaskier’s mouth opened in awe. They made their way closer to the clearing to listen. Geralt watched Jaskier, he was leaning his head and hand against a tree, patiently listening, with the most genuine loving expression he had seen on the bard yet.

“She’s ethereal, isn’t she? I knew she was good.” Jaskier’s mouth was hardly moving as he whispered, trying to make as little sound as possible so that he could listen, “Why would she keep such beauty from me?”

“She’s scared.” Geralt said under his breath, “She’s.. She’s what? She’s scared?” Jaskier’s brows furrowed in confusion,

“She doesn’t want to perform in front of you because she doesn’t believe that she’s good enough. She said you’d laugh.” Geralt shrugged and shook his head, “I can’t believe it.” Jaskier’s eyes were staring at the forest floor, melancholic but still heavy with emotion.

Y/N smiled, gently setting the lute down, “Is that where he left it, Roach? I think that’s where he left it. I hope so. I don’t want to be singing to him any time soon.” Jaskier crept his way out from within the trees, “You just did.” He gave a friendly smile and a pathetically nervous wave of his hand. Y/N sucked in a big breath, “Jaskier..?” Her eyes were wide and piercing as if she were a child being caught carving into the house walls by her parent, “I listened, Lady Y/N. You have a beautiful voice.” Jaskier swallowed anxiously, approaching as if she were a wild rabbit about to flee, which she was, “No. You don’t mean that.” Y/N got up, retrieving her towel from her bag, clutching it to her chest, trying to steady her breath, “I’m sorry for using your lute, Jask. I- I just wanted to play, I’ve missed it.” Geralt made his way out from within the trees, “Calm down, Y/N.” His voice was soft yet stern, “I can’t, Geralt. Sorry, Jaskier..” “Please, don’t apologise, that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard!” Jaskier’s voice got louder the further away Y/N got as she panicked and ran to the river, Jaskier’s eyes followed her then made their way to Geralt, brows furrowing heavily, “Are you going to tell me what just bloody happened? I was being nice! To a bard! And I meant it!” He raised his shoulders and eyebrows in sync. Geralt’s eyelids lowered, his face muscles relaxing, “Surprising.” Geralt sat back down on his bedroll, folding his arms and looking at the stars. However, when he glanced over, Jaskier was looking at him expectantly, “What?” Geralt asked lazily, “What do you mean ‘what’? Tell me what’s wrong with Y/N?”

“Fine.”

Y/N exhaled heavily as she entered the water to bathe. The cool water helping her anxious feelings towards Jaskier, “Gods, I shouldn’t have touched his lute at all. Fuck. What if his feelings change?” She sat, speaking to the trees, a light breeze falling over her frame along with the moonlight, and the hairs on her skin pricking upwards. After what seemed like an hour, she plucked up the courage to get dry and dressed and return to their miniature camp. Entering the clearing with a big breath, the first thing she laid her now tired eyes upon was Geralt meditating. She smiled, wishing she had the mental power to sit in silence for that long. Looking to the right she saw Jaskier.. Fast asleep. Snoring. Incredibly loudly. Her chest felt heavy and loving as she stood watching him sleep. Turning towards her own bedroll, suddenly feeling tired, she took in a soft gasp. Jaskier’s lute was resting on her pillow with a handwritten note with many words scribbled onto it but the ones most notable were “I did mean it. You can play my lute anytime, beautiful lady Y/N.” Y/N sighed, smiled widely and that night, slept with Jaskier’s lute by her side.

[irwinkitten]

Can I get a plus sized blurb with Ashton plz. Y'all are visiting your parents for the first time and your mom has always been on your case about your weight. He knows it bothers you, and he's appalled at her snide remarks. You can see Ashton getting angry but he doesn't want to argue with your mom in her own house. So, every time she says something negative, he says something nice.

You’d put off introducing Ashton to your parents. You barely saw them as it was, and you were unwilling to let Ashton watch you get subjected to your mother’s cruel remarks and constant disparaging comments about your weight.

But as you slowly approached the two year mark, Luke had made an offhand comment that had sparked the curiosity in Ashton.

“Babe, how come I’ve not met your parents yet? We’ve been together for nearly, two years now?” You’d been cuddled up in bed, his fingers drawing delicate shapes on your skin. You sighed.

“My mom, isn’t really the nicest person. I don’t see her a lot and every time I’ve had to make the trip, you’ve almost always been on tour.” Thinking back, Ashton could remember the points where you’d fall silent for a day or two after visiting your parents.

“I think it’s about time since we’re really getting serious about the relationship, love.” He murmured and you sighed.

“I know. I’ll drop her a message tomorrow and see what she says.” You murmured and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

-

When you got around to visiting, your mom didn’t hold back despite being in the presence of a new person.

“Have you put on more weight? I can’t really tell. Lord knows you ain’t losing it.” The snide remark was met with a resigned sigh. You caught Ashton’s look of shock and just shook your head.

“So, are you going to be together until he dumps you for a skinny girl? Because that’s what happens.” You were sat having coffee, your fingers gripping the mug tightly as you let out a slow breath of air. You could see Ashton’s mounting anger and wished it was late enough for you two to ditch.

“I don’t see why I would need someone skinny. I’ve got enough love for my babe, no matter their size.” The biting remark stunned your mother for a moment before she scoffed.

“You’ll get bored soon enough. Ain’t nothing special.” Your shoulders slumped.

It had been like this for hours, Ashton countering every nasty remark with something he loved about you until he snapped.

“Do you really hate your child that much that it’s fucking impossible for you to accept that they’re happy?” He finally snapped after another comment referred to any ideas of a family being tossed to the side.

That had caused tears to fall and had been Ashton’s breaking point.

Your mother sat there stunned, her mouth gaping like a fish. 

“Nothing to say that someone is sticking up for them? How about you go fuck yourself. They’re kind, caring and fucking hilarious when they want to be. But you see nothing but their weight. Thanks for your hospitality but don’t expect us around any time soon. We’re going.” Ashton’s tone was final as his hand took yours and before you fully registered, the door was slamming behind you and you were in his arms, face pressed into his shoulder.

“Fuck your mom.” He muttered darkly as you calmed down, squeezing him tightly.

“No one ever stood up for me before.” You whispered and he looked down, the sadness in his face breaking your heart.

“I’ll always stand up for you, love.” His lips touched yours before checking the time. “C’mon, I know that Liz is visiting and She’s been itching to meet you as well.” 

As you pulled further away from your parents home, you felt content in the fact that even if you just had Ashton, you’d be fine.

[horrendoushag]

The Nasty Ecto Fries

Yeah, guess who heckin’ made a phango phic :DDD

Crossover between Supernatural and Danny Phantom

Word count: 3385

Prompts filled: Crossover, Wes Weston, Sam works at the Nasty Burger, ghost hunger, and identity reveal

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21539389

FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13438585/1/The-Nasty-Ecto-Fries

plz enjoy my dudes

The house was two stories, blue, with white borders. A normal house in a normal suburban neighborhood.

Dean sighed, straightening his tie. “Okay, why are we here again? I mean, ghost superhero? Pretty sure that’s a load of tourist trap bullcrap.”

Sam rolled his eyes, flipping open the folder in his hands. “Well,” he said, consulting the text, “it sure makes an awful lot of property damage for a hoax.”

“Yeah, that’s because the mayor’s in on it. Did you hear the way he talked? What a slimeball.” He snatched the folder from Sam’s hands, waving a hand at the collage of pictures on the first page. “And have you seen this jumpsuit? It’s terrible. Look at that symbol on his chest—what the hell is that supposed to be?”

“I got Bobby on it, Dean.” Sam took the folder and threw it in the back seat. “Come on. We’ve got a witness to interview.”

Dean pushed open the door to the drivers side of the car, stepped out, and slammed it behind him, blinking in the light of the summer sun. He let Sam take the lead as they strode up to the front door. Sam pressed the doorbell, and they waited.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps, socks sliding on the floor, and a loud thud, then the rattling of a doorknob being fumbled with, and finally it was opened by a freckly, dishevelled, red-haired teenager who was clutching his side.

“Hey,” Sam put up his sunniest smile, “are you Wesley Weston?”

“It’s Wes.” The kid’s eyes darted to and fro. “You the reporters from Daily News?”

Sam nodded. “Yes, I’m Sam McQueen, and this is my partner, Dean Reid. May we come inside?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” Wes beckoned them inside with a lanky arm. Once they were both in the entryway, he poked his head out the door and had a long, paranoid look around before shutting it quietly. He led them into the living room and motioned them to the couch, sitting across from them in a puffy armchair.

“So Wes,” Dean began, pulling out a notepad and pen, “you said you had some, uh, important information about this Danny Phantom. What is it exactly that you wanted to tell us?”

A wild gleam appeared in Wes’ eye, and from beneath the coffee table he snatched an overstuffed black binder. A few loose scraps of paper fluttered to the ground, and Dean glimpsed words like, “ghost???” and “Fenton”—the local ghost hunters, with the son conspicuously named Danny. “THIS,” Wes declared in a loud whisper, “is all the information I’ve compiled on Phantom over the last three years. Everything the public needs to know is in here, from his favorite color to his secret identity.”

Sam blinked, taken aback, and Dean could confidently say that this kid seemed a little nuts.

“Secret identity…?” Sam said slowly, his own notepad in hand.

Wes nodded frantically, the gleam in his eyes reaching blinding levels of intensity. “Yes, based on a number of factors, I have concluded that the ghost boy is secretly…” He slammed the binder down on the coffee table and dramatically flipped it open. “...Danny Fenton!”

Dean leaned closer to peer at the photos, though not too close—he didn’t want to be within striking distance of this kid.

The first picture was a candid of a smiling Danny Fenton, eating fries in the Nasty Burger restaurant on the other side of town. The second was a slightly blurry image of Phantom, punching some kind of animalistic “ghost” with a fierce expression on his face.

Dean looked from one to the other for a minute, comparing build and coloring and facial structure, and came to the only natural conclusion. He let out a groan, leaning back in his chair. “So it really is a hoa—ow!”

Sam withdrew his elbow from where it had been digging into Dean’s ribs, his polite smile still pasted perfectly in place. “Really? That’s fascinating.” He started scribbling something on his notepad. “What are the factors that led you to this conclusion?”

“Well, the first hint was this—” He pointed to the photos. “—I mean, it’s immediately obvious that they look really similar, right? Like the only difference is the hair and eyes. And then—” He flipped to the next page, a graph. “—we have some classes together and I noticed that whenever there’s about to be a ghost attack, Fenton just happens to leave right before Phantom appears. On top of that,” he flipped the page again, “whenever Phantom is seen in public, Fenton isn’t there. Just poof, completely vanished—I’ve asked around, no one sees him.” Wes swung his head up to look them both in the eyes, breathing heavily now. “Danny Fenton is half ghost.” And with a note of desperation in his voice, “You believe me, right?”

Dean rustled up an agreeable grin. “Of course we do. We’ll make sure this goes through all the right channels, it might even end up on the front page.” He gave the kid a firm pat on his shaking shoulder and stood. “We’ll be sure to follow up on this soon, but now it’s getting late, we should be going. Thank you for your time, Wes. Come on, Sam.”

“But you’ve only been here for three minutes!” Wes protested.

Sam opened his mouth to say something, but whatever it was never made it out, because Dean got there first. “We are very busy people, Mr. Weston, and we can’t spend all our time today with you. Don’t worry, we’ll be calling to set up another appointment later.” He speedwalked to and through the door before he could hear whatever protests were sent his way next, Sam right behind him.

“Seriously, Dean?” Sam hissed as they climbed into the car. “He could’ve been onto something. Weirder things have happened.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Are you kidding? You could fertilize a field with that much bullcrap. I am not going to believe that a superpowered teenager is living is this town fighting ‘ghosts’—I mean, those aren’t even ghosts! They all look like they came out of Ghostbusters, and according to reports, they’re much more… interesting than real ghosts.” He plugged the keys into the ignition and pulled into the road.

Sam turned his gaze to the windshield. “I guess it doesn’t make much sense when you put it that way.” He chuckled. “Actually, it’s pretty ridiculous—you might be right about the whole hoax thing. And Mayor Masters is definitely making money off this.”

Dean’s brow furrowed. “You know, didn’t it seem like he had a weird obsession with Maddie Fenton?”

Ten minutes later they pulled into the Nasty Burger parking lot for a late lunch. They’d been by yesterday as well, and found that despite the name of the place, the food actually wasn’t terrible. Though their “nasty sauce” was… really something.

Dean perused the menu thoughtfully. “I’ll have a… number two,” he informed the grumpy goth girl behind the counter, whose name tag read “Samantha”. “And, uh, no onions please.”

She punched the order in with a little more force than strictly necessary and then turned to Sam with a disdainful raised eyebrow.

“I’ll have the Nasty Salad,” Sam said.

“Really, Sam? Just a salad?”

Samantha looked confused for a second before wiping the expression off her face.

Sam sent him a glare. “Fine. And a small fry.”

“Finally, someone with taste,” the girl muttered, then louder, “And to drink?”

“Just water.”

Samantha typed in Sam’s order with much less aggression, then handed them cups and sent them on their way to the soft drinks station. Drinks in hand, they took their seats in a booth by a window.

“So,” Dean said after taking a sip from his soda. “That kid was kinda crazy.”

“Dean,” Sam admonished.

“What? That was some stalker level obsession. He had pages of random info on—”

“Do you think anyone would notice if I put some ecto on my fries?”

Dean stopped. Twisted around to look.

On the other side of the aisle, one booth down, sat Danny Fenton, holding an open thermos whose contents were definitely glowing green.

“If you keep talking so loudly, yeah,” hissed the black kid seated across from him. “But I dunno, give it a shot. I bet Vlad would be scandalized.”

“Tucker… that is an excellent point.” Fenton smirked and overturned the thermos on his fries. The green glowing substance came oozing slowly out with a similar consistency to ketchup, though it somewhat resembled ectoplasm.

Dean turned to exchange a glance with Sam, whose eyebrows were so far up his forehead he was afraid they might fly away. He leaned over the table and hissed, “Do you have the EMF meter?”

Sam nodded, reaching into his jacket and pulling out said ghost detector. He switched it on, pulled out the antenna, and flicked it off again when it immediately started making a high-pitched whining noise.

The Fenton kid’s head snapped in their direction, eyes narrowed. Dean froze with his hand halfway to the salt packets. Fenton’s eyes were unblinking, unnerving. Not normal.

“FOR GOD’S SAKE, SAM, JUST TAKE YOUR LUNCH BREAK!”

The moment was broken.

The door to the kitchen slammed open, and Samantha—or Sam, it seemed—came storming out. She flung herself into the seat next to Tucker, laid her head on the table, and gave a drawn-out groan. “I hate this place.”

“Maybe you should quit,” Tucker suggested.

“And have my parents make me work somewhere worse? No thank you.” She sat up. “Also, I’m pretty sure they’re paying my boss to make sure my name tag says Samantha.”

Fenton picked up a possibly ectoplasm-covered fry and popped it into his mouth. “How about we—”

“Order sixty-six please, order sixty-six.”

Dean glanced at his receipt. “That’s us. You go get the food, I’ll watch them.” He turned back to their table, keeping one conspicuous eye on the teenagers.

As soon as Sam was out of earshot, Fenton grabbed his fries and stood up. “You know what Sam, I bet you’re sick of Nasty Burger food. Let’s go somewhere else for your lunch.”

“Please,” Sam agreed.

“But—” Tucker started.

Fenton sent him a sharp look. “No, Tucker, we really should go somewhere else.” His eyes flicked to Dean and back. “It’s getting a little crowded, don’t you think?”

Dean quickly turned his head away, but he was pretty sure Fenton’s friends had spotted him anyway.

“Oh yeah, I guess it is getting kinda stuffy in here,” Tucker said. “C’mon.”

Sam came back with the food in to-go bags as the kids were hightailing it out the door.

Dean shot to his feet, grabbing both their drinks and a couple salt packets. “Let’s follow them.”

“Dean, don’t you think this might look a little creepy? Two guys following a few teenagers? The EMF might have just been coming from the restaurant.”

He dropped the drinks in the garbage and pushed the door open. “Yeah, but I’ve got a gut feeling. Something’s weird about that kid. Also, ecto fries.”

Sam frowned. “I thought we weren’t going to believe Wes about this.”

“We’re not! He was definitely wrong about the Phantom thing, but he was right that something’s off.”

Fenton and his friends were waiting at the crosswalk down the block. Dean went ahead while Sam dropped the food off in the car, and he tailed them from about half a dozen yards. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but they were casting around a lot of shifty glances.

A look behind him told him Sam was hanging back. Dean gave a nod of approval—it was much more noticeable when two tall men were trailing a couple kids than when there was just one. Though it might look like Sam was stalking him.

Two blocks later, Dean was sure they’d both been spotted. Fenton abruptly pulled his friends into an alley, and Dean sped up, brushing past other pedestrians, and turned down the alley to find it… empty.

Sam caught up a moment later, and Dean turned to face him with arms spread wide. “Well, that was a bust. They just disappeared!”

Sam rummaged around his pockets and pulled out the EMF meter again. It squealed and lit up bright red.

“Crud,” muttered a sourceless voice down the alley.

“Show yourself!” Sam barked.

There was some shuffling, a flurry of whispers, and Fenton and his friends stepped out from behind a dumpster that shouldn’t have been able to hide them.

The EMF got louder and brighter. Dean ripped open one of the salt packets and threw it.

Tucker let out a girly shriek, and Samantha and Fenton threw up their arms to shield their eyes. While they were distracted, Sam stowed the EMF and they both reached for their guns.

“What the heck? Is this salt?”

Dean stopped with his fingers on the handle of his colt.

Fenton was examining the salt on his hands with a look of utter confusion. It didn’t seem to be affecting him at all.

Sam’s arm lowered slightly. “Aren’t you a ghost?”

All three of them froze.

“Of course Danny’s not a ghost!” Tucker blurted out. “He’s totally normal. Regular old teenager.”

“Yeah!” Samantha smiled nervously. “Nothing to see here, just normal people doing normal people things.”

Dean raised his eyebrows. “Really? Then what was up with the EMF just now?”

Fenton gasped suddenly, his breath fogging in the warm air. “Get down!”

Dean ducked reflexively, Sam doing the same next to him. There was a flash of green light and an ear piercing shriek, and Dean looked up just in time to see a shapeless green blob go careening through the air, screeching horribly.

A nervous chuckle had him looking back at Danny. “Uh—I can explain?”

“You better,” Dean growled. His fingers itched to grab his gun. “What are you, what was that, and what did you just do?”

“Um, well, you know who my parents are, right?”

“Yeah,” Sam said slowly. “Jack and Maddie Fenton, the… ectobiologists.”

“The ghost hunters,” Danny emphasized. “They gave me and Sam and Tucker some weapons for in case ghosts attack. That was a ghost, by the way, the green thing? So I shot it with an ecto gun. That’s what just happened.”

“Ghost hunters?” Dean scoffed. “Yeah right, they couldn’t catch a ghost if it was right under their noses. Their phony science is hardly ‘ghost hunting’.”

Danny’s eyes narrowed. The temperature dropped several degrees, and if he wasn’t much mistaken, the kid’s eyes had turned a radioactive green.

His hand flew to his gun before he could think about it and aimed at the thing in front of them in one smooth movement.

“Danny!” Samantha hissed.

The kid blinked and the glow was gone. He paled, normal blue eyes flicking from Dean’s face to the gun and back again. “Double crud.”

“So kid,” Dean said, voice low, “what are you?”

Fenton shifted. His gaze darted from alley wall to alley wall to the entrance, which was blocked by Dean and Sam. His two friends were equally tense, Samantha clutching something in her pocket that was probably dangerous.

Tucker held up his phone. “I-if you don’t put that down—” He gulped. “I’m calling the police.”

“Dean,” Sam said, “I don’t think he’s planning to hurt anyone. We should talk.”

Dean looked the kid in the eyes for a long moment, then nodded. He relaxed his stance, lowered the gun slowly, and tucked it into the back of his jeans again. “You can relax. Safety wasn’t even off.”

“I feel so much better,” Samantha muttered.

They ignored her.

“What happened just now?” Sam demanded.

Danny took a deep breath. “If I tell you this, you have to promise you won’t tell anyone. I could get in huge trouble if some people found out, you have no idea—and you have to promise you won’t try to kill me!”

“Okay,” Sam agreed, “we won’t tell anyone. And we won’t try to kill you.” Unless we have to, was the unspoken addition that only Dean knew was there.

“Danny, you’re seriously going to tell these guys?” Tucker exclaimed. “I thought this was supposed to be a secret!”

“Yeah, well, they already know I’m not normal. If I tell them they might think twice before trying to end me, and if I don’t they might just try to hunt me down anyway.” He looked Dean in the eyes, and his resolve almost seemed to falter for a second. “I’m—” He swallowed heavily. “I’m half ghost.”

Dean’s train of thought screeched to a stop, but not before bowling over his precariously balanced sense of normal. “Excuse me?”

Now that the words had left his mouth Fenton appeared to be unable to stop talking. “Well, I kinda went into my parents’ ghost portal and got shocked and now I’m half dead, we don’t actually know how it works, but we’re trying to figure it out, kinda.”

“Next thing you know he’s gonna be telling us he’s actually Danny Phantom,” Dean grumbled.

“Yeah… about that…”

Dean’s jaw dropped. “So you’re saying the Weston kid was right?”

The trio’s faces scrunched up in matching expressions of distaste.

“Seriously? You talked to Wes?” Danny shuddered. “He’s always trying to out me. And he’s been kinda more nuts than usual lately. He followed me with a camera for six blocks yesterday.”

“Creepy,” Sam muttered.

“So you get ghost powers,” Dean said slowly, “and the first thing you do is become a freaking superhero?”

“Uh, not quite first thing, but yeah, pretty much.” Danny grinned sheepishly.

“Wait,” Sam interrupted. “So if all the stuff going on around here is real, what’s with all the ghosts?”

“Well, they’ve been escaping the Ghost Zone through the portal,” Danny explained matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, but… why do they look like that?”

Danny’s face turned to a puzzled frown. “What do you mean? They’re ghosts. Aren’t you guys ghost hunters? You should know what they look like.”

“These ghosts you have don’t look anything like what we’ve seen. Yours are…” Sam trailed off. “Very colorful. More inhuman, and more powerful. We actually thought it was some kind of show put on for tourists, though the property damage was weird enough. That’s why we came to check it out in the first place…”

“Huh. I thought this was normal. I think I’ve only met one ghost that wasn’t crazy weird, a kid at my school.”

“Maybe it’s a different type of ghost,” Sam suggested. “Or something else entirely.”

“Uh, no,” Danny scoffed, “I’m definitely half dead, not part monster-from-another-dimension, or whatever.”

“Right, different type it is,” Dean decided.

Sam frowned like a thought had just come to him. “Did you notice the mayor has a weird obsession with your mom?”

Danny hesitated. “Yeah. I noticed. I can’t really do anything about it, though.”

“Why not?” Dean raised his hands. “You have ghost powers, why not go in there and set him straight?”

“I can’t. It’s complicated.” He looked down at his shoes, then back up again. “So, you guys sticking around, or are you gonna take off now that you know what’s going on?”

Dean exchanged a glance with Sam. “You got everything handled here? Your parents helping?”

Danny shrugged. “More or less. Mom and Dad do their best.”

“They approve of you ghost hunting?”

His eyes shifted. “...Yeah. They’ve been trying to get me into it for ages.”

“All right then. Here, gimme your phone.”

Danny took a step back, hand drifting toward his pocket. “What? Why?”

“So I can put our numbers in it in case you ever need help. Come on.” Dean gestured impatiently.

“It’s fine, really, I have Sam and Tucker and my parents—”

“Yeah, and we can help you too. Never hurts to have extra backup.”

Danny paused a moment longer, then sighed. “Fine, here you go.”

He handed Dean a beat-up flip phone, and he wasted no time punching in two of his three numbers as well as Sam’s. “If you run into a ghost that’s different than the ones you’re used to, more human—or anything else—and you don’t know how to take it out, give us a call. All right?”

“Yeah. Thanks.” Danny took the phone back and stared at it with an unreadable expression. “I will.”