#then I got stuck in traffic and then I had to do homework and then I was talking to a friend and yea

[bibleofficial]

today has been fucking dreadful and it’s only 11.30

[mads-weasley]

Everything

Joel Miller x Wife!Reader

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A/N: I absolutely LOVE the Last of Us and had to write something for Joel! I do not own any of the rights to these characters except (y/n). Enjoy!

Summary: After a rough day, (y/n) shares a soft moment with her husband.

Warnings: mentions of road rage attack? total fluff central

September 25th, 2003: 24 Hours Before Outbreak

The bright Texan sun was shining down on (Y/n) Miller as she was on her way to the grocery store with Sarah in the passenger seat. With the windows down, they blasted their favorite new hit song, Red Dirt Road by Brooks & Dunn.

"Oh, I've come to know, there's life at both ends," the (y/h/c) woman sang, pretending to hold a mic to her lips.

Sarah stuck her hand out the window, her curls flying in the wind as she finished the lyric. "Of that red dirt road."

The pair were pulled from their jam session when the car in front of them slammed on brakes, causing (y/n) to do so as well, shooting an arm out in front of Sarah.

"You okay?" She asked breathlessly, holding back a curse at the driver. "And that's why you're not gonna tailgate people when you start driving, right?"

The teen rolled her eyes with a smile and put her hand over her heart. "Scout's honor."

Playfully scoffing, (y/n) looked around the car, only to see nothing in the way. Beeping the horn quickly, she groaned. "Seriously. What's the hold up here?"

Her question was answered when the driver quickly got out of the car and angrily stalked toward the pair. (Y/n) checked around her, looking for a way to get away quickly.

"Sarah," she whispered. "Roll up your window, now."

When the man was halfway to their car when he stopped and turned around. Her heart began to beat again.

She looked at Sarah with a shaky smile. "Okay, maybe he's over it."

The young girl's eyes widened as she frantically pointed in front of them. "(Y/n)!"

Snapping her eyes forward, she cursed at the sight of the man with a baseball bat.

"Hold on," (y/n) yelled, jerking into oncoming traffic to get away. Once they passed the man, she got back in their lane, hearts pounding. Had just a simple beep set the man off?

"What just happened?" Sarah asked, still gripping the handle above her car door.

Shaking away her fear, (y/n) reached over and took her hand gently

"I don't know, but we're okay. How about we just go home. I all of a sudden don't feel like going to the store."

A silent nod was all the response she needed to head back home. After the girls' scary ordeal, she just wanted to be in the safe presence of her husband.

At the familiar rumble of a truck engine, (y/n)'s heart jumped. She and Sarah were on the couch watching 10 Things I Hate About You when Joel opened the door.

"Girls?" He called, taking off his filthy work boots.

Sarah perked up, and yelled back, "In the living room!"

A few seconds later, he walked into the room with a tired smile, plopping down in the small space between them.

"And how are my girls doing today?" he asked, pulling them closer to him.

Sarah's eyes widened. "(Y/n) and I were on th-"

Not wanting to worry Joel, (y/n) shook her head quickly from behind him. The girl's brows furrowed slightly but caught on.

"-the way home and guess what song came on?" She asked.

"Hmm," he hummed, scrunching his face overdramatically. "Was it Red Dirt Road?"

"How did you know that!?" (Y/n) laughed, slapping his arm playfully.

"I don't know. Probably because it was the one you were humming when I first got over here, honey."

The trio broke into a fit of giggles that ended when Joel got up.

"Don't move. I'll be back in a minute."

As soon as Joel was out of the room, Sarah turned to (y/n). "Why can't we tell dad about earlier?"

"You know how worked up he gets, Sar," she sighed. "I just don't want to worry him."

"Okay. I won't tell him, but I think you should."

"I'll tell him la-"

She was cut off by Joel's voice calling from the hallway. "Who's ready for some supper?"

After they ate supper, Sarah went off to finish homework while (y/n) cleaned up. As she was reaching for dishes to put the leftovers in, a pair of hands snaked around her waist, pulling her back into a warm embrace.

"I missed you today," Joel murmured, his face buried in her neck.

"I missed you too, babe..."

A few seconds passed and she knew she needed to tell him what happened. Turning around in his arms, (y/n) placed her hands on his chest.

"So, something happened today. I don't want you to stress out or worry, bu-"

"Well, now I'm definitely gonna," he interrupted.

"Sar' and I were on the way to the grocery store when the guy in front of us stopped out of nowhere. I couldn't go around him because there was traffic, so I hit the horn. And then he got out of the car."

(Y/n) could feel his body tense up, and she was reminded why she wanted to spare him the details of the encounter.

"We thought he was going to get back into his car, but he pulled out a baseball bat, Joel. I didn't even think, I just got us out of there as soon as I could. Sarah was my number one priority and," she faltered, her throat closing up. "-and I was so scared."

He pulled her into his chest fully, resting his chin on the top of her head. "I'm so sorry, (y/n/n). You should have called me."

Joel was shaking with anger, but contained it, knowing it would only make his wife more upset. "I know. I just didn't want to worry you."

"Worry me? Sweetheart, I am your husband, and you can tell me anything, no matter what."

(Y/n) sighed, pulling back with tears in her eyes. "I love you so much."

A single tear trickled down her face, and Joel wiped it away with his thumb as he cupped her cheek softly. "I love you, too. You and Sarah are everything to me."

Feeling his rough hands caress her face so gently, she placed hers over them. "Sarah's getting too big. I can't believe it's been almost two years since we tied the knot."

"Don't remind me," he whispered, rolling his eyes. "The sass gets worse every day."

His expression suddenly became serious. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen her this happy. Heck, I've never been this happy. You complete our family, (y/n)."

"I've never been this happy either."

She leaned in and rested her forehead against his before connecting their lips. Joel's hands on her waist pulled her closer as he deepened the kiss. At the sound of feet padding down the hallway, he pulled away with a groan.

"Don't stop on account of me," Sarah chimed with a smirk, grabbing a yogurt from the fridge." She started to turn back towards her room but stopped and pulled the couple into a tight hug.

"I am happier, dad. I love you both."

The man laughed, patting his daughter's hair affectionately. "We love you, too. Now, how long have you been listening, baby girl?"

Sarah held up her pointer finger, smiling sheepishly. "I'm gonna have to plead the fifth."

Pulling away, she glanced at the clock on the stove as she walked away. "You enjoy your last few hours as a 35-year-old, you old geezer."

Joel glanced at his wife with an amused smile. "Can you believe her?"

"I mean you are pretty old, Mr. Miller," (y/n) teased, shrugging her shoulders.

Before she could move, he threw her over his shoulder, running toward their room.

"Old, huh?"

The woman squealed, smacking playfully against his back. "Joel! Put me down!"

"No can do, Mrs. Miller."

[specialagentlokitty]

Noah Stilinski x teen!reader - to keep you safe

So I was wondering if you could please write an imagine of Noah stilinski x teen reader. Where the reader has abusive parents and one night, since she's friends with strikes and knows about the supernatural, Noah goes to pick her up to take her to his house since stokes jeep is broken and can't go pick her up, and he heard yells and hits, so he goes in an ya know, takes her parents to the police and then takes her to his house and after that night when she wakes up screaming and Noah comforts her, he resides to adopt her. - @inlovewhithafairytale 💜

TW: mentions of abusive parents!

Glancing at your phone, you set it aside as you turned to carry on doing your homework.

Stiles was getting his dad to come pick you up and bring you over to the pack meeting since he couldn’t, but the sheriff didn’t want text you himself as it could’ve been misinterpreted.

If anything, you were slightly glad that Stilinski decided against letting you know he was coming, because if your parents saw that the sheriff was coming they would be furious with you.

And they were already mad enough since you got home slightly late after school because you were stuck in some traffic.

You could hear them about downstairs, banging around and making a lot of noise as they slammed everything closed.

It put you on edge slightly, but it made it easier to pinpoint where they were, and you were hoping that they would stay down there.

But it didn’t last for long because you heard shouting of your name, so with a heavy sigh, you got up to go down the stairs.

Stilinski didn’t even need to open his car door to hear the shouting coming from inside.

Cautiously he got out, holding his hand to the radio on his shoulder, and he crept closer to the house as the shouting got louder, along with the sound of things being thrown and smashed.

He heard your voice cry out, and he immediately radioed for backup before running to the door, kicking it open.

“On your knees!” He yelled.

Your parents spun around, and seeing him with his gun aimed at them and they got in their knees.

“(Y/N)?” He called.

There was no response, but he could hear your heavy breathing, and the sound of something being moved.

You were refusing to come out of wherever you were hiding yourself, so he cuffed your parents, keeping them in his eye line as he looked around a doorway.

You were stood at the other end of the room.

“Hey kiddo, you alright?” He asked.

You nodded your head, but you refused to look at him.

He waited, spoke to Parrish who came to help, and he made sure your parents were out in the back of the police car before coming back.

He had to carefully walk over the broken glass, and he made his way over to you.

“Hey there kiddo…” he whispered.

He crouched down, and he looked around at all the glass and the broken table next to you.

“What happened?” He asked.

“Fell.” You murmured.

“By accident?”

You shrugged a little and he sighed softly.

“Are you hurt (Y/N)?” He asked you.

“Nothing too bad, I can deal with it…”

“Let me see.”

You showed him your arm which as a decent sized cut on it, but it wasn’t bleeding much, and your face where you had a bloodied nose, and a forming bruise on your cheek.

He nodded his head and shield gently at you.

“Alright, we can handle this. We may need to go to the hospital though for that arm.”

“We can’t please I can’t afford it.”

“Alright, I’ll see about getting Scott’s mom to come to you.”

You nodded and he stood up, going to speak to the other man before he came back over to you.

“Come on, I’m not leaving you here, where’s your bag?”

You pointed to the other end of the room, so Stilinski walked over and picked it up before coming back over.

“Come on then, we’ll come by tomorrow and get some more clothes alright?”

“Okay…”

You trailed after him, getting into the front of his patrol car, keeping quiet as he drove to the station.

He let you wait in his car while he went to deal with your parents.

Once everything was ready and he had done what he needed to do, he came back out to the car to find Malissa there and tending to your arm.

“How did you know we were still here?” Stilinski asked her.

“Scott was driving past, he didn’t want to scare (Y/N) so he didn’t come over, but waited for me.”

“Scott was here?” You asked.

“Yeah, he was driving through to come home.” His mom smiled.

You nodded your head a little, and when she had finished with your arm you got back into the patrol car and waited.

Stiles’ dad spoke to Malissa for a few minutes before he took you back to his.

“Is stiles home?” You asked.

“No, he’s at Scott’s, I think he’s going to stay there so you can have his room for the night, is that alright?”

You nodded your head.

You had been here loads of times, having grown up with the two boys, so you knew how to find Stiles’ room as you set you bag in the desk.

His dad walked over and stood in the doorway.

“How long as this been going on?”

“I don’t know, it’ll be fine tomorrow though.”

“You’re going to go back?”

You shrugged a little.

“Don’t have a choice, gonna have to go home at some point Mr Stilinski.”

“You can stay here for as long as you need, you know that right?” He asked.

“Thank you, but I’ll be okay.”

“Alright, we’ll in the morning we’re going to have to ask you some questions but I’ll be there the whole time.”

You nodded and he left.

You didn’t both to change, you simply just dropped on the bed to go to sleep.

Sleep didn’t last for long, you dreams twisted to nightmares and everything felt all too real.

Your screams made Stilinski jump from his skin and he shot up, running straight up the stairs to the room you were sleeping in and ran in.

“Hey, hey I’ve got you.”

He picked you up, cradling you against him.

“It’s okay, you’re alright. It’s just a dream, it’s a dream (Y/N).”

He held your head to his chest, and he held your tightly.

“Come on, wake up…”

Your eyes snapped open, and your struggled against him so he let you go, and you stared at him in fear.

“It’s alright, you’re safe here. You’re safe okay?”

You stared at him, tears falling down your face.

“Don’t let them hurt me…”

“I won’t, i promise, alright? I’m not letting them hurt you ever again, come here.”

You let Stilinski hug you, and you sniffled a little, and he sighed to himself, resting his back against the wall as he held you.

You were clinging to him for dear life, as if you were to let go and you would be in danger.

So when you fell asleep, he stayed there for a little longer to make sure you were in fact asleep before quietly leaving, but keeping the door open and light on.

Heading downstairs Stilinski ran a hand down his face and sat at the table.

He couldn’t let you go back there, and he couldn’t let you potentially fall into the wrong hands either.

You needed people you felt safe with, and you felt safe with him and stiles.

So there and then he decided he was going to do what it takes to adopt you, to keep you in his care for good

[mylittlediarys-stuff]

Bite Back Part 6

Link to PArt 7: https://www.tumblr.com/mylittlediarys-stuff/752878397630316544/bite-back-part-7?source=share

It had been a week since Amaka got her powers. The one thing she can say about it is actually pretty cool.

She could walk on walls, she didn’t need to use her glasses, she could actually open up jars (Dick tights them way too much), she was able to cut her mile time in half, she was lowkey starting to love the fangs, her reflex came in handy since she was clumsy, she could shoot webs out her hand which allowed her to grab stuff across her bedroom, and she had this six senses thing that told her something bad was going to happen. She called it spider-sense.

This whole thing got her thinking she could make a good hero? A hero Bruce would be proud of? A hero that even Damian would be jealous of?

“What are you thinking about?” A voice said.

She was soon knocked out of her head and back into reality, 1st period AP biology. She had the class with Ram and Francesca ( she picked up that everyone can Francesca Frankie). She became friends with the duo right after the field trip.

She didn’t know if the due considered her friends, she only talked to them during class and waved at them in the hallway. Sometimes she would talk to them after school when Alfred was stuck in traffic.

“Nothing, I’m just tired,” Amaka said. “Didn’t sleep enough.”

“Same thing here. Wait did you hear about this-” Frankie said. It was another thing Amak picked up about Ram and Frankie. Their conversation moved fast.

One of them always changed the topic in less than a second which is confusing sometimes. They also liked to talk when the teacher is talking.

“Ram and Francesca!” Mrs. Rosemary yelled. “You two lunch detention, for talking in class. After multiple warnings.”

They also got in trouble with Mrs. Rosemary a lot.

“Come on Kamila, this is the third time you sent us to lunch detention, this month,” Ram said. “Take it easy.”

“Did you just call me Kamila, you don’t call your teacher by her first name.” Mrs. Rosemary took a long breath. “Ram, meet me outside.”

“He always has to make things worse for himself.” Frankie giggled. “Watch him get another referral”

“Amaka, can you stay after class?” Mrs. Rosemary yelled. “I have something I need to discuss with you.”

“What did you do, Miss Goody two shoes?” Ram asked.

“I don’t know,” she sat there thinking. “Maybe it was the assignment I turned in but it was 30 seconds late.”

“This is why I called you Miss Goody two shoes,” Ram said.

Actually, what did I do? I agree with Ram saying to Miss Goody two shoes because I'm actually an amazing stud-

The bell rang and with that, all the students left including her two friends who ran to the lunch line.

Amaka being asked to stay after class was one of her worst fears. She slowly approached Mrs. Rosemary, hoping for something to happen. Like telling her it was a mistake and she was good to go.

If I’m in trouble, what would Bruce think?

“Amaka, we need to discuss your friends of choice.”

Oh, I’m not in trouble. But discussing my friends seems worse, I guess.

“I don’t want to do this but Ram and Frankie aren’t the best choice for friends.” Rosemary took a deep breath in. “They seem pretty nice kids most of the time but they can be troublemakers. Nothing good will come out of being their friend.”

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The girl somehow made it to lunch.

As usual, she had a homemade lunch provided by her favorite butler. A sandwich, orange slices, a bag of sour cream and onion chips, and a small apple juice.

Amaka had the same lunch routine, make her way to the door to the library, then she would sit down and eat her sandwich first, then would start doing any homework she had, eat her orange slices, then drink her juice, lastly, she spent the last 10 minutes of lunch going to the bathroom than using her phone.

But it was different today. She spent most of the lunch thinking about what her teacher said about her friends. Not talking to Ram and Frankie would mean she would have no one to talk to. They were literally the only people she talked to even if it was just for one period. Amaka decided it was a good time just to relax and bite and stop thinking about her friends.

She decided to pick up her sandwich, and the moment she took a bite out of her sandwich, her brother appeared.

Damian Wanye, the blood son.

It was four words she could use to describe the boy: smart, arrogant, rude, and violent.

Emphasize the violet part. She was pretty sure the boys got into at least 3 fights on school grounds this year and they haven't even finished the first semester. Amaka didn’t know if she should pretend not to notice him or give him a small wave. He was with his friends.

He is my brother, I should try to be polite.

So the girl summoned all her strength to wave at him.

He saw me and continued walking.

He made eye contact with me and continued walking.

He continued walking.

He is her brother but he didn’t stop but continued walking.

He won’t give me the time of daylight but gives it to his fake friends who only talk to him because of the fact Bruce is his dad.

She didn’t even realize that tears started to come out and made her sandwich wet.

Notes: Low key, not the best chapter I wrote but not the best, sorry guys. Amaka had her power for a week so that means 2 more weeks until we get to her hero phase properly in a few more chapters.

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When our souls ignited

Chapter 1: The day we met

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It was around 3 pm, your brother ferran had called you and asked if you could possibly pick him up from training today since his car was being repaired. You didn’t necessarily want to agree to do it but you did anyways.

You groaned after the phone call ended. You got up off your comfy bed and threw on a pair of sweats and slippers. You went and grabbed your keys off of your kitchen counter before heading out.

Of course todays traffic was going to be awful. You’ve never really understood fans who surround cars. All they do is cause dangerous situations and stress.

You fought you way through the traffic, ignored all the fans coming up to you and just kept your mind set on the road. You didn’t like your picture taken by strangers. Ever since your brother went professional and became popular, everyone knows you. You didn’t mind it at first until your privacy was not your own anymore.

You finally made it to the camp nou parking garage. You showed the security your pass and proceeded forward to find a parking spot. You found one fairly close to the exit doors so ferran can locate you more easily.

Moments later you saw him walking out with 2 guys. They were both slightly shorter than your brother. You didn’t recognize them, then again you don’t really know any of the players. It wasn’t your goal to get all close with his teammates and their girlfriends and wives, that just isn’t your cup of tea.

You had to admit, the one with darker hair caught your eye a little. His slim yet muscular figure, his fluffy black hair, his smile. Oh what were you thinking, you couldn’t think this way about your brother’s teammates.

You got out of the car to hurry your brother along. You had homework and an uni exam to study for when you arrive back home.

“FERRAN HURRYYYYYY.” You whined while yelling.

You didn’t have all day for the three of their chitchat.

“Jeez what’s got you in a hurry.” Your brother teased, knowing how short your temper is.

“I don’t know maybe because I have homework and an uni exam to study for? I should’ve just left you stranded here.” You mumbled the last part and you heard one of them laugh. You turned around and locked eyes with the one you were fawning over moments earlier.

You don’t know why but his smile and his laugh made you feel a weird tingly feeling. It made you slightly uncomfortable because you’ve never felt this way before. You’ve never really had a crush nor have you ever been in a relationship, you stuck to your education and not relationships.

“Well then I guess I should get going guys, see you tomorrow.” Ferran told the two boys before they split and went their separate ways. Ferran got in the car and we headed home.

Most of the car ride was silent. That was until ferran broke that silence.

“Wanna come watch my next training. I know you don’t really care for football but it would save you some time and you can do your school work on the bench.” Ferran asked.

You groaned and just agreed. You weren’t in the mood to bicker with your older brother, he would never give up.

[smalls-words]

Chapter Three: Did I Squeeze Too Hard?

Summary: You and Natasha clash heads a bit whilst investigating a new friend of hers.

Warnings: Steve being a bad dad/partner at the start, murder (via drowning/asphyxiation), Horny Natasha, Angry Natasha, panic attack.

A/N: A bit of trauma at the end, so please be careful! Otherwise, enjoy

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You sat at home, happy to finally have your sling off as Peggy came bounding towards you. "Mama, did Daddy forget to pick me up?" She asked innocently.

"No, peanut, I'm sure he's just stuck in traffic." You reassured her, rubbing her back gently.

"Are you doing homework?"

"Um, sort of."

"What's the assignment?" Peggy leaned into you to see the screen better.

"I saw Natasha do some things I can't explain. So I'm trying to figure out her tricks."

"Is Natasha a magician?!" She gasped, making you chuckle.

"That's sort of what I'm trying to figure out."

"When Daddy gets here, maybe he can help. Sometimes he helps me with my homework."

"I'm not sure if Daddy has the answers to these questions."

"Why don't you just ask Natasha?" Her head tilted in confusion.

"Because if she's a magician, then she won't reveal her secrets. So I have to find out on my own how she does... them..." You trailed off as your phone rang, an unknown number at the top.

You told Peggy to go get her bag as a car pulled into the driveway. "Natasha, how did you even get this number?"

You blared your sirens as you shot down to the luxurious house, knocking on the front door to find Natasha looking at you almost regretfully. "What did you do this time?" You grumbled.

"Well, it's-it's better to show than tell, really." She chuckled nervously, guiding you to the pool area.

Only to find a girl in her lingerie, floating face down.

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You stood in the middle of the closed off room, having been cleared out by investigators, and you glared at Natasha. "What were you doing here?"

"I was having some fun! You should have tagged along, we could have had a few drinks and danced together. Who knows? We might have even ended up in this room together." She wiggled her eyebrows at you but you shook your head.

"One, I don't drink, and two, I would never sleep with you. Ever."

"What, are you straight or something? That's not the aura I was getting from you." She raised an eyebrow but you dragged your hand down your face in annoyance.

"If anything, you are right about that - I am gay."

"So that's why you and Detective Douche broke up! I must ask, was he actually that good in bed? Because although he looks like it, his reputation isn't a great track record."

You glared at her, which only made her chuckle. "What?" You asked.

"You look so funny when you're angry." She smirked.

"This is not helpful. Stay here whilst I finish with the investigation." You looked at her, pointing your finger before you made your way to the 'lost and found' area.

As soon as you put your gloves on, however, an annoying stride echoed in your ears.

"Hey. I heard all hands on deck. I came as quick as I could." Steve grabbed a pair of gloves too.

"Yeah, and on time." You scoffed.

"Look, Y/N, I'm sorry about earlier, okay? I got held up at an arrest in Hollywood. I couldn't get away." He argued.

"I get it, Steve. Save the apologies for Peggy. This is work, and right now, we have a victim with no fingerprints on file."

He sighed as he began to comb through the items. "These are all the unclaimed items from the party?"

"Yeah. Unfortunately, no I.D. that matches our victim according to the others that have searched so far."

"So, what are you thinking?"

You continued searching in the dozens of bags in front of you. "Well, I'm thinking our victim wore a cute red dress. There's no way she'd have that pink clutch. She was out to have fun, so that nullifies anything big and bulky, like a tote. I'm looking for something small, a little sexy..." You grinned as you picked up a flashy yet small clasp bag, the layer of studded jewels having caught your attention. "Something like this."

"Wait a minute, I-I thought you said all this stuff was already searched for ID." Steve asked, confused.

"I'm not looking for an ID. I'm looking for a car." You smirked as you found a set of keys, clicking the unlock button to hear a small chirp from outside.

You instantly walked to the car, Steve hot on your heels, and checked through the car.

"You know, you haven't told Peggy that you're gay yet." Steve remarked as he lifted a cigarette off of the floor.

"There's no point in telling her until I actually date someone." You shot back. "And besides, shouldn't you already be back in bed with someone new? Only took a few months for our fling of a marriage to end."

"I told you, I didn't kiss her, she kissed me." He scoffed.

"I doubt that. I would kiss Sharon rather than kiss you." You smirked at his obvious frustration, knowing you'd won that battle.

"Detectives!" A voice came from the front of the house, a younger agent running up towards them.

"We found something in the master bedroom."

After following her in, you already spotted the crucial evidence. "Found this here in the bed. And it matches the missing fingernail of the victim." The agent reported.

"Isn't this Ty's bedroom?" Steve questioned, watching the gears in your mind spin like crazy.

"Yeah, looks like they did a lot more than talk." You muttered.

Moans entered your eardrums, and Steve was slightly alarmed by how quickly you went after them.

"What the hell are you doing?" You hissed as you found Natasha leaning against a wall, phone in hand.

Well, since you banished me, I decided to make myself useful." She smirked.

"You call watching porn on your phone useful?"

"This isn't my phone, Detective. I think it's our recently departed's." He gestured to the pink wrap case.

"Where did you get this?" You took it from her, turning the volume to mute.

"Just heard a ringy-ding and followed the noise. Now, is delete the little rubbish bin?" Natasha's finger hovered over the screen before you slapped her hand.

"No. You can't delete anything on this phone."

"But it shows Ty and Ali having sex. It's very distracting."

You looked down the hall to see Ty being questioned by another officer. Natasha saw the look in your eyes change before you walked down to him.

"Where are you going? Detective! Detective, you're making a mistake." She scolded but your hand almost slapped her on the chest.

"Stay out of this, Natasha. Cuff him." You ordered the officer.

"Wait, what?" Ty scoffed.

"Ty Huntley, you're under arrest for the murder of Ali Thornton."

"This is ridiculous. Natasha, this is all your fault. I wish I'd never met you!" He hissed at her.

You ignored the way Natasha looked at you, knowing that it would be filled with confusion and disappointment. But, she wouldn't quit it.

"Trust me, Detective. I have been doing this a long time. I know evil. You've arrested the wrong man. The person responsible is still out there!"

"How are you so sure?" You questioned.

"What desire would Ty have to kill a girl giving him a wonderful time?" Natasha chuckled sheepishly.

"Ty had a squeaky-clean image. He sleeps with a girl. Then he finds out she's taping him. She's gonna ruin everything. He gets angry and loses control. You saw the video." You explained shortly.

"The only thing that that video proves is that Ty had sex. He was horny, not murderous."

"Then why would he lie about it?"

"Blame the tequila!" Natasha's hands threw up into the air, seeing a small glimmer of fear in your eyes before she lowered them. "Look, I just want to make sure that you're punishing the right person."

"I will. That's what I do." You said, your voice monotone.

"Lovely, we want the same thing. And there's something else on the phone that you should look into-"

"No more porn. I'm good." You smiled thinly.

Natasha rolled her eyes. "No, it's not that. We should look into it-"

"'We,' as in the LAPD, will look into it. You can go now."

You watched Natasha walk away, looking back at you with confusion painted on her face before she left. You, however, still had to interview the other 200 or so suspects, so you gathered yourself and found a new suspect to talk to.

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Natasha was not pleased with you.

Every time she tried to get close to you, have a laugh and a drink, you closed off. I mean, honestly, who doesn't drink? And no porn? You must be lying about that. And what was with that thing you did when she raised her arms? You didn't seriously think she was going to hit you, right?

She was determined to find out what was wrong with you, so she headed out to find her target. She found the agency Ty was with and charmed her way through reception, flirting with a few agents before she felt a gaze on her.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" You asked after dragging her away from the crowd.

"Finding, then punishing Ali Thornton's actual killer." She replied.

"How did you know to come to this agency?"

"I did try to tell you, Detective. On the dead girl's phone. She called here-"

"And traded calls with Ty's agency a few hours before she was killed. I know, I checked her phone records." You ended for her.

Natasha raised an eyebrow with her smirk. "And you're welcome."

"I also found out that the call was transferred to Ty's agent, Joe Hanson."

"Right, so why did the dead girl even know Ty's agent? I mean, she was Ty's one night stand. It hardly makes sense." Natasha shrugged, incredibly entertained by you.

"Well, that's what I'm here to find out. And that's why you can go now." You smiled dryly.

But Natasha just laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"Well, the fact that you think I'm gonna go. It's hilarious actually."

"Natasha, I don't need your help."

"Look, I'm not trying to solve this for you. I'm ensuring that the right person is held responsible. Look, come on, I've been helpful before, haven't I, Detective?"

You thought it over for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of having Natasha with you. Pros - 6 foot 4, beefy arms, hypnotism. Cons - loves to annoy you to the point of making you want to shoot yourself. "You step out of line one time..." You warned her.

"You can give me a right-good spanking, I promise. Come on, let's go." She responded excitedly, walking a few metres before she turned around to look at you.

"We haven't got all day."

You rolled your eyes and walked with her to Joe's office, opening the door to find him on a phone call.

"Hey, I'm gonna have to call you back. What can I do for you, Detectives?" He asked once finished.

"We have a few questions, Mr. Hanson. We believe that Ty may have killed Ali Thornton last night at his party." You replied, not acknowledging Natasha's stare on you for being called a Detective again.

"Ty wouldn't do something like this. He's such a good kid."

"I'm actually more curious about you, Mr. Hanson." You stated, sitting down in one of the chairs whilst Natasha observed the awards shelf.

He chuckled. "Me? Why? I didn't even go to the party. I had to work."

"You spoke to the victim a few hours before she was killed."

"Maybe it's best if I don't say anything without my attorney." He stated, looking incredibly nervous.

Natasha spun around and walked over to the desk. "Joey! Joe, Joe. There's no need for that. Why don't you tell me what you really want, hmm? What desires drive a man such as yourself?" She asked, not noticing your keen eyes watching her every move.

"I want... to be the greatest agent of all time." Joe replied.

"Really?"

"And to do that, I need to... protect my clients. And, uh..."

"If you want to protect Ty, tell us what you know." You interrupted, watching how Joe snapped out of Natasha's hypnosis.

He grinned widely. "Let's make a deal. I'll tell you everything. You look into something."

You shook your head. "Here's a deal. Tell us everything, and I don't cuff you in front of your co-workers and take you in. I know how this goes. Ali's a young actress looking for a break. An agent promises to help her out, in exchange, she's treated like a party favour to your star clients."

Natasha looked at you carefully - were you speaking from experience?

Joe surrendered. "Okay, okay. I did call Ali. I hired her to have sex with Ty."

"Wow, seems I wasn't the only one who wanted the young virgin to loosen up." Natasha grinned.

"No, I loved the virgin angle. It's a clean hook, got him a lot of attention. But Ty was a mess. I needed him to get over his ex."

"Why?"

Joe turned around and grabbed a thick file from a drawer, dropping it onto the desk with a thick thud. You opened it to find many letters and scrapbook-designed posters with dozens of snippets containing Debra and Tyler.

"Popular boy, this Ty, isn't he? So what, did this anger his ex or something?" Natasha questioned.

"No, it's from his ex, Debra Macall. She left this behind one of the many times she came here trying to find him. She used to call all the time trying to get a hold of him." Joe complained.

"So, he dated a crazy fan?" You concluded.

He nodded. "He didn't know it at the beginning. So when I figured it out, he had already fallen for her."

"Oh, suppose I can understand why." Natasha showed you the poster.

You shouldn't have looked.

"See, after a while, Debra got possessive, controlling. She thought she was managing him. So I told Ty he needed to break up with her. He refused. I made Ty file a restraining order after she broke a girl's nose just for buying him a mojito."

Natasha turned to you, eyebrows raised in surprise. "Quite a hair trigger on this Debra, by the sounds of it."

"If Debra found out that Ty was with that poor girl..." Joe trailed off.

You nodded and thanked him for his time, leaving quickly as you sent a message to Steve. The car ride was quiet, and it was even quieter when you arrived at the yoga studio and parked.

But then little pitter-patters of raindrops on the car roof broke it, sending you into a slightly more relaxed state as you exhaled your deep breath. "Finally, some rain. Maybe someone up there is looking out for us."

"I can assure you, He's in no way meteorologically inclined. Apart from the whole Noah thing, and that was a one-off." Natasha grumbled.

You rolled your eyes. "Anyhow, her roommate confirmed that she took the 4:00 p.m. class, so... Ty's ex should be out any second now."

"I told you that you had the wrong man. Wrong gender as well, apparently. Finally, we're getting warmer."

"Why are you so hell-bent on proving Ty's not the killer?" You asked her.

She sighed. "Like I've been saying, I want to punish the real killer."

"But why? Is it because you pushed him towards Ali at the party?" You pushed her for a better answer.

"Well, I don't see what that has to do with anything. And I think you're starting to agree with me. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here, would you?" She deflected, making you lose interest and focus back on the case.

The short blonde with a purple jacket exited with a friend, the two conversing but it was muffled by the car insulation. "There she is." You muttered, unbuckling your seatbelt.

You watched her eyes widen slightly at the sight of you. "Debra Macall? I'm Detective Valeria, LAPD. We need to ask you a few questions about Ty Huntley."

"I've got nothing to say." She replied, walking towards her car more quickly.

"It's either here or down at the station." You bartered.

"Leave me alone!"

"Debra-"

Natasha caught your stumble from the shockwave of the explosion as Debra's car went up in flames. You immediately came to her side, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly as she looked at the burning car in shock.

"Definitely warmer." Natasha commented.

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You never expected to be in Natasha's penthouse, the heavy bass below creating vibrations beneath your feet. Other agents shuffled around, setting up different equipment and getting into character for the sting you were co-commanding.

"Do I get a code word? You know, for when you take her down. If so, might I suggest 'monkey bottoms'? 'Cause trust me, I can work that into any sentence quite naturally." Natasha grinned, having a drink from her hundreds of bottles lined on the wall behind her.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Steve asked from your side.

You looked at him annoyedly. "Natasha reached out to her and she agreed to meet her, so it's our best shot." You turned to Natasha. "You won't need a code word and you won't be miked because she'll be looking for that. This is a simple handoff. All we need you to do is vouch for Steve as someone that needs her services."

Natasha cringed. "Vouch for Detective Douche? Oh, gosh, this is gonna be harder than I thought."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Once I engage with her, I will hire her to fix a problem of mine."

"Well, if it's that stick up your ass, I'm afraid there's no one strong enough to pull that out." The redhead sighed, her apologetic tone followed by a smirk.

"She goes there to fix my problem, our people will be waiting to arrest her." Steve clarified.

"And then we'll have leverage to find out what she knows about Ali's murder. She has information we need, so let's just stick to the plan." Your eyes silently asked Natasha to listen carefully.

"Assuming, of course, Ronnie hasn't run off because our sting suddenly turned into a Michael Bublé concert." She gestured to Steve's get-up.

"Natasha, this isn't a game. Are you up for this or not?" He huffed.

"Am I up for encouraging someone to commit a nefarious act? Mm, let me think." She pretended to do so, looking over at you with a mighty grin. "Put me in, Coach."

Natasha made her way down to the club with a small smile on her lips, complimenting some of her dancers with their moves. As she walked past Steve, his arms splayed across the top of the booth, she smirked. "I don't think you could look more like a douche."

She felt Steve's annoyed stare burn into the back of her head, but she ignored it incredibly easily.

You sat up in the penthouse, because apparently that's where Natasha thought it'd be best to put you, whilst you watched the duo on the security cameras. "She's here." Steve reported.

"I see her too. Here we go." You murmured.

Natasha made her way over to Ronnie, passing by her before stopping and leaning over her shoulder. An 80's-style up-do matched her biker outfit, looking like the female version of John Travolta in Grease. "Ronnie Hillman, problem-solver extraordinaire."

The woman turned around and immediately began feeling up Natasha, starting from the back of her neck, down her chest, before finishing at her belt. "Mm, are you checking for a wire or are you just pleased to see me?"

Ronnie smirked, pressing herself against Natasha. "Little bit of both, Ms Romanova. Rest assured... I can help you with your problem."

"Well, actually, I don't need your help. I... Wait, what do you think my problem is?" Natasha faltered.

Ronnie grinned. "Impostor running around ruining your name. Your professional reputation has taken a bit of a dive. As has your sexual one, I'm afraid. All those unsatisfied ladies... Word gets around. That is the reason you reached out to me, isn't it?"

Natasha put her mask back on. "Yes, it very much is. I do have a problem that could use your help."

"I am all yours." Ronnie promised.

"Oh! Well, I like you, monkey bottoms. Here's what I need you to do..."

You watched Natasha and Ronnie converse with whispers, their mouths hidden by their hands so you couldn't even read their lips. "Natasha, what are you doing?" You mumbled, grabbing your walkie talkie. "Hey, Steve, what's going on?"

"I don't know. They're still talking. And now she's leaving."

"Fucking hell, Natasha." You cursed, making your way down there.

"What was that for?" You asked her when you arrived, a newly poured martini in hand.

"I made a better plan. You'll see." She smirked.

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It was a better plan. Sort of.

Natasha had lured Ronnie back whilst using her to solve an identity theft problem; the girl who looked nothing like her had been parading around as her, using her cards and reputation to get what she wanted. Then, you interrogated Ronnie and found out that Joe had told her a lie - Debra didn't kill Ali.

You dragged Natasha away from the conversation, her eyes looking at you like she could see the gears turning in them. "You think Joe's the killer, don't you? That he took things into his own hands, quite literally." She inquired.

"Yes, but we don't have any proof." You replied.

"Right, well, how do you propose that we get him?" She put her hands in her pockets.

You voiced your racing thoughts. "Joe pointed the finger right at Debra, painted her as crazy. Why was he so certain she'd make a good suspect?"

"Maybe he found out she went to Ty's party." Natasha shrugged, but saw your eyes light up.

"Maybe he knew she went to Ty's party." You grinned.

You dragged Natasha into your car and sped off, calling for backup on your radio halfway to the agency. When you arrived, two officers were waiting for you and led you through to a meeting room bustling with applause.

"This is Ty Huntley, rebranded!" Joe cheered, looking up at you as his grin faltered.

"Rebranded, eh? Does it come with a new scent? Free toy inside?" Natasha jested.

"What do you want? Ty is free on bail." The agent grumbled.

"We have to talk to Ty down at the station again, maybe walk him past a few reporters." You stated, grabbing a set of cuffs from the officer next to you.

"Whoa, hold on, uh, Joe, what is this?" He asked as you locked the cuffs around his wrists.

"Oh, come on! This is ridiculous. Ty wouldn't hurt anybody!" Joe barked, stepping to you but Natasha moved into his way. "What about Debra? I told you to look into her. She's the crazy one."

"But Debra was home with a friend the night of the murder." You explained.

"What?! She's lying."

You shook your head. "Well, no. There's no evidence placing her at the party. No one saw her." You turned to Ty. "So are you ready to face the cameras?"

Natasha walked to your side, still facing Joe. "His sponsors will love the free publicity. Tell me, what's ten percent of nothing?"

You took a few more steps before Natasha watched the smirk grow on your lips at Joe's protest. "I saw Debra there!"

You turned back around, hiding your smirk beneath your mask as Joe continued. "I went by the party. But a work call came up, and I never made it inside. I didn't say anything before because I told my wife I was working late. When I was driving away, I saw Debra outside Ty's window."

"So you admit you were there that night." You questioned.

"Yeah, and so was Debra. That's the proof you need, right?"

"No, that's the proof we need. We have a sworn statement from Ronnie Hillman saying that you hired the victim to make a sex tape with Ty to blackmail him. I just needed to place you at the scene."

"Yeah, see, that's why I don't lie. It's so hard to keep track of who knows what." Natasha smirked her infamous smirk.

"It's not true. I only want what's best for you, Ty." Joe pleaded.

"You know, I still don't understand. Why is it that my own agent would want to blackmail me?" Ty asked.

"Because he thought eventually you were gonna leave him." You answered for Joe.

"What, because I took one meeting with another agency? Joe... I only did that to make Debra happy." Ty sighed.

"But even though you'd broken up, he knew you'd get back together, so he decided to strike first, get some leverage." Natasha added.

"If he left me, I would be ruined. I mean, do you understand? He is my Brady, my Manning." Joe interrupted, but he really shouldn't have.

"But Ali wasn't cut out for this sort of thing, was she? She didn't want to give you the video." The redhead's voice grew slightly louder.

"Stupid bitch. She said she realised Ty was a good guy. She didn't want to go through with it." Joe paced slightly.

"Her name was Ali Thornton, and you killed her. For what? Greed? Ego?"

"I didn't want to hurt her. I just wanted her phone. But I squeezed too hard." The agent sighed. "I'm done. Forget this. I'm out of here."

As he tried to walk past Natasha, she grabbed him by the neck and threw him through the glass window, his head smacking onto the side of the desk and sending him unconscious.

"Did I squeeze too hard?" Natasha mocked.

"How did you...? What did...?" You stammered, but quickly jumped in front of Natasha as she stormed towards him.

"Natasha, what are you doing? Stop, you can't-"

She gripped your arms and shoved you out of the way. You stumbled and hit the side wall hard, gripping your previously injured shoulder whilst you managed to keep yourself on your feet. "Puttana. (Bitch.)" You winced, the foreign language almost snapping Natasha back into reality.

"Oh, shit. Y/N, I..." She reached towards you but you flinched.

"Take him into custody when he's conscious." You ordered the two uniformed officers as you stormed past them.

"Where's the nearest bathroom?" You asked the receptionist by the elevator, to which she directed you down the hall and on the first left.

You ignored the footsteps coming from behind you, knowing exactly who they were attached to. Your strides got longer, quicker, and you pushed through the door to a completely empty bathroom.

You just missed the lock of the door as Natasha stormed in, immediately snatching your gun out of its pocket and aiming it at her. Natasha watched as your hand shook around the grip, your voice spitting like venom. "Don't you dare take a step closer."

She raised her hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, that was wrong of me. I didn't mean to hurt you, Y/N, I'm sorry." She apologised.

Her eyes fell onto the barrel of the gun as it shook lightly, watching your eyes fight back tears whilst your bottom lip trembled. You threw the gun to the side and turned away from her, curling your arms in on yourself.

Natasha turned only to be shoved out of the way by Steve, his hands coming into your view before he hugged you. "It's okay, it's okay. Brad is gone, he's not going to hurt you. Peggy is safe at school, your mom is still at her holiday house. It's okay, Y/N."

Natasha watched you break down in the bathroom, reduced to a thoughtless stare and thin breaths paired with whimpers and sniffles. You winced as Steve held you tighter around your arms, pressing into the spaces where Natasha had gripped you.

"Y/N, I-"

"Get the fuck out of here." Steve snarled at her.

She had half a thought to punish him for disrespecting her like that, but she couldn't bring herself to do anything violent whilst you were in this state.

So, she left.

[notaboutmeeee]

You know, hats off to hoechlin. He really got what he wanted out of the teen wolf movie without having to do too much.

Waited til dylan was in or out. Once dylan said no to the movie, he used that opening to negotiated the shit out of p+ til he got what he wanted and they basically had to say yes bc he's the next biggest draw (within fandom and as superman outside the fandom I'd guess)

Got not only the producer credit (and slight say) but probably also more money bc of it. Which lead to posey having a meltdown/tantrum forcing p+ to give him his consolation producer credit

Used his prod credit to not only cast Derek's son, direct Derek's son and probably influence Derek's story in the movie a bit (seems it could've been his idea to even give Derek a kid)

He literally posted 1.5 times on his ig about the movie (1= the sdcc promo post that included pr text and hashtags, very unlike his other posts on like Superman and lois; 0.5=when him joining was announced and he just posted the Screenshots of like the deadline article.) he put very little effort into it

Sure he went to sdcc for the movie, they probs had that in the contract "you must go to comic con and the p+UK event" ; the 2 comic con events in Manchester and Wales were more fan related since he also did superman and lois with bitsie and Alex there

And besides doing the mandatory reshoots, that's basically been it

Like only 2 people (Jr, maybe Vince, makeup crew people) posted bts stuff containing hoech; which was weird back then;them waiting til like after he'd finished filming to announce him being in the movie?

Then now this with nycc has me rolling in tears (of laughter): I don't know who (I think I read p*#ey) said hoech was supposed to be there but "got stuck in traffic". 100% total horseshit I bet. Either be it bc hoech was never going to come, he declined, never answered them, he was working on Friday on S&L, he was flying from Canada to nyc on Friday and had to film Thursday, he lied in "dog ate my homework" lying... Who knows. But he's never missed a con like that and what a flimsy excuse so yeah, baloney.

And then they showed a clip of Derek and Eli at nycc. Which a) the clip reminded me why I stopped watching the dumb stupidly written not though out at all show b) the clip reminded me so much of sterek and fandom (and how we'll make it better) and c) hoech's I love stiles/dylan tour of '22

It feels like he said he'd do the bare minimum for the contract, they thought he'd sprinkle in nycc and show some love to the movie but instead he kept mentioning dylan & how he's the bestest and was what he (and fans lol) liked the most about the show, aka the person they'd prefer not talking about since he's not in the movie haha

I wish I knew anything about the bts drama (you know since this was all my theories/interpretations) bc sth got to be going on. This is too wild

(Also how are you going to have a panel at a comic con, a place where fans get to Interact and ask questions, but then double book 2 things for 1 slot ie not have time for any/or only 1 fan questions? Sounds dumb)

Rant/thoughts over before I get totally lost

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The Mysterious Octopus And Her Rabid Pet

Characters Used/Mentioned:

Koia Van Der Zee (Octo Merfolk)

Artee Hynx (Goblin)

Iva Urosi (Moon Elf)

Minnie Qikalyn (High Elf)

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'Who is this mysterious watery goddess' was something Iva often thought of. Ever since she had transferred to Elk Grove, Koia Van Der Zee, Iva had been infatuated with her. He remembered the exact moment he saw her, he was finishing up his digital homework in the school's library, and he was bored out of his mind, just pressing random keys on the computer instead of actually doing his homework. 

It was Minnie's idea to do his homework in school anyway since she knew that he would do absolutely nothing at home. For once, Iva took his friend's advice a got to work. Well... not exactly work. He got bored in the first five minutes and he had been sitting in that uncomfortable plastic chair for thirty minutes.

But then... she walked in. As gracefully as a swan, she made her way over to the computer next to Iva and sat down, beginning whatever work she had to do. 

Who... Who was this beautiful enchantress? Iva's heart was beating a mile a minute as he stared at the strange girl's orange tentacle hair, her amazingly flawless and moisturised white and orange skin and the gorgeous blue dress she had worn.

Iva wanted to marry her on the spot. 

He didn't dare to talk to her, he couldn't even ask her name. By the time he had mustered up the bravery to talk, she was getting up to leave and Iva inevitably missed his chance at a happy life. He thought that that was it. He thought he would never fall in love again and that he was going to die alone surrounded by creepy-looking cats even though he was allergic (Probably what killed him tbh) but he was astounded to find the very same girl when he went to school the very next day.

His teacher introduced her to everyone as Koia Van Der Zee. She was an Octo Merfolk that moved to earth to live with her Elven brother. He also discovered that Koia could not talk normal Eheanian, she was only able to make little gurgling noises that no one could understand or translate but she was able to understand everyone.

That didn't deter Iva from his goal to wife this girl up though. What stopped him in his tracks was the guide that Koia was assigned. It was that feral little Goblin, Artee, that got in the way of his conquest. 

If Artee could have it their way, they would've given up their babysitting job up in a heartbeat. They didn't want to look after a weird-looking octopus girl with an extreme language barrier problem. They just wanted to cause a little bit of mischief like they did every day but they were stuck with her.

That's what they thought of Koia until she made herself useful in their mischievous pranks. 

Iva didn't want to admit it to save his ego but he was terrified of the little beast. Artee only came up to around four feet tall but they were the type of person to bite and bark at someone while foaming at the mouth, Iva wouldn't want to go near that, he didn't want to catch rabies so he was forced to steer clear of his beloved while Artee grew more attached to their accomplice, leaving Iva fewer and fewer chances to talk to koia.

Iva walked down the street with Minnie as cars whooshed past them. He was on his way to the local supermarket to do some grocery shopping for his mum when he bumped into Minnie, who was just out walking her perfectly groomed poodle. They were just conversing and catching up when Iva saw her once again. Koia Van Der Zee. She looked as breathtaking as the day Iva first set his eyes on her. 

Minnie immediately caught on to Iva's distracted gaze as she pulled him back from walking into traffic. She sighed at him "Please just go and talk to her before I do it myself"

Iva let himself be convinced. Gods knew what kinda secrets Minnie would spill to embarrass him in front of his one true love.

The Elven boy gulped as he drew closer to Koia. She was standing outside of the very supermarket Iva was supposed to enter himself while tapping away at her phone. He almost chickened when Koia lifted her four-fingered hand and pushed one of her tentacle hairs out of her face, giving Iva a perfect view of her soft face. Iva began to wonder what kind of games Koia was into. Would she have the same interests as him? Would she like to play video games with him? Would she cry when he proposed to her with a certain video game?

Iva snapped out of it when Minnie snapped her fingers in his face. Right! Operation: get the lovely maiden Koia to accept your love is are go!

"Uh, hey! You're Koia right? The new girl?" Iva's heart skipped a beat when Koia looked at him and tilted her head which made him want to squish her because she just looked so damn cute! 

Koia scrambled to retrieve something from her pockets. Iva waited patiently until Koia pulled out a stack of cards that had the label 'Casual Answers'. She pulled one of the cards out, the card wrote the word 'Yes' on it with a bunch of colourful doodles decorating it. Koia pulled out another card with the word 'You?' written on it.

Iva grinned "My name is Iva Urosi! We're in a few classes together and you sat next to me in the computer area in the library that one time!" Koia once again tilted her head softly before a smile lit up her round face.

'I remember' 

Another card said. Iva's grin grew even wider if that was possible.

"That's great! I just wanted to tell you that I think you're really gorgeous and i-" Iva continued to converse with Koia while Minnie was in the background, smiling proudly at her friend.

The moment was interrupted however when the supermarket doors dinged and the feral goblin themself casually walked out with a small plastic bag full of snacks. Iva felt his heart stop and not in a good way this time. Artee locked eyes with Iva and for a second it was silent.

Iva watched in horror as Artee dropped their normal act and dropped down on all fours, barking at him like they were some sort of animal. 

"Uh... Koia? Could you pretty please with a super juicy cherry on top get that thing away from me? Please?" Iva's voice came out in high-pitched squeaks and this only seemed to egg Artee on. Koia looked around in her deck of cards, she wasn't in a hurry. Artee wouldn't actually hurt anyone while they acted feral, it was just an act.

That was until Iva let out a blood-curdling scream which caught the attention of both Koia and Minnie. 

Artee had bitten him.

Koia stared in shock as she watched her best friend gnaw on Iva's arm. She could only stand back and watch the chaos unfold as Minnie tried to tug the small Goblin off of her friend.

[mvillamemoirs]

sept 2020 unloading continued.

Wednesday, September 30th, 2020

-Danny brought me food and coffee this morning. My head is pounding like crazy- very hungover darnit. Went to work, i believe I was still somewhat drunk. It’s Dr Hoffman’s birthday, saw myself crash with energy towards the end. Headache grew more intense, Dr McMurray doesn’t want me to go home. So envious of steph that she has that luxury to call out, i should’ve too as I was completely irresponsible.

-Tried to do deliveries with steph, just tired overall. As we got to downtown san jose, i’m so tired of seeing druggies and homeless folks. I pity them, but I just feel stuck being left alone, and looked at like a target.

-So ready to go home and sleep. I think I may reschedule my therapy appointment tomorrow since i feel symptoms of being burned out.

Tuesday, September 29th, 2020

-Test is today, I have 2 hours. I should unwind and review my study sheet for it. I don’t feel as confident, but trying to minimize my anxiety. Sucks that it’s been so long with school that I don’t have an effective method of studying down. Ugh, update- that test started to irritate me once it got to the lab part. I don’t think 3.5 hours of testing back to back is effective. I just feel stressed that we’re getting tested with realistic images versus how lecture and lab meetings normally went through the book. I just have to let it go.

-Work was good for the duration of the shift. It always goes by fast, but I was still dwelling over my test. My irritation seems pretty high today. 

-Went home, relieved I didn’t have any homework due this week for anatomy, went to go hang out with steph as she did deliveries. We ended up drinking a 4loko for old sakes, talked about jerome, danny, and everything overall. I’m so happy that it’s working out with her and Jerome despite mine and his history. It seems like a perfect fit and I’m happy for her!

-She came back to my house, we finished the wine bottle that’s been chillin in my fridge since July. Felt like everything was spinning by bedtime. Danny is at work, and it made me just miss him. The most cigarettes i’ve smoked in a while!!

Monday, September 28th, 2020

-Very productive at work. Towards the end, I kept thinking I should've called out since I have a test tomorrow. I feel very super anxious about it. Oh, Anatomy.

-Energy pretty darn on point and feeling very motivated that I’m understanding material. 

-Wondering if i’ll be enough for Danny with our existing conflicting work schedules, schoolwork, and now even more school with NHI starting soon. I just have to remind myself to go with the flow, focus on my priorities.

 Sunday, September 27th, 2020

-Woke up at Dannys house. I feel uneasy. Had 2 mimosas before coming into Lokahi. Mom was giving me crap for not vacuuming after my dog. Responsibilities that I suppose I’ve been neglecting.

-Remembered it was Awet’s birthday, i miss hanging out!!

Saturday, September 26th, 2020

-I can totally see me and Danny living with each other. Things went smooth today. Had him over in the morning, made breakfast at my house, and changed his oil. Nala really loves him.

-Study bug bit me deep. Eustress. Studied a lot today, and am really enjoying having today off to get time to myself.

-I find myself falling for Danny more. I’m seeing a pattern where I'm relying on him a lot again, and I hate that feeling. I also find myself questioning, do I really have feelings for him or if I’m just settling. He hardly tells me how he feels, I don’t know what to expect, and don’t like to feel vulnerable and have my guard down for anyone. I don’t know how serious he is about me, I want to know, but am okay with not knowing.

-More cars on the road, traffic blows.

-Thinking about how much i have on my plate- school, work, court thing.

Friday, September 25th, 2020

-Super excited at work, energy is high and so is productivity. Making efforts to plan out studying over this weekend as I do have an anatomy course. Also thinking about if I’m enough for Danny if whatever this is will proceed moving forward.

-Had anxiety about making dinner, went with him to help a friend fix her tire. It’s interesting that he has many friends that are females, but again, I have to remind myself not to push things and just let it go. Ate pizza with him, slept at his house.

-Random thoughts of the day is that I’m seeing less of steph, I should be branching out my social circle, too, but i feel like school is taking over.

Thursday, September 24th, 2020

-Woke up from Danny’s house. He’s so handsome. I like cuddling with him. Not sure if it’s my period, but I feel strong feelings towards him and feel like I don’t get the same in return as much. I start to feel insecure like he’s doing something else suspicious, but know it’s just me. He’s busy and I respect his grind, it just motivates me to do the same with the time I have, and go from there.

-Went home and tried to knock a lot of chores before class started. I vacuumed, did a load of laundry, changed the bed sheets, made breakfast and swept the floors. Also brushed Nala to bond with her and deshed her since her fall coat is coming in.

-Looking over the past few days, not smoking an entire cigarette in one sitting is helping me to wean off of them. I fell off and started to smoke in my car again, as well as in my backyard. My midback has been feeling sore a lot. The adjustment helped yesterday, but I really think it’s my poor desk set up with online school work and at work. 

-Went to work, did a lot of cleaning up, not so much production with getting notes for a patient out. Luckily patient time ended early today.

Wednesday, September 23rd, 2020

-Work has been bothering me all day today. I think it’s my boss’ misdirection or frazzled mentality this morning and Milenna’s attitude. I do see a difference when my boss doesn’t make time to complete his reports, and messes with the schedule and patient flow. 

-Came home for lunch by habit and caught up with Meilani. It was nice to see what’s going on with her. Shared the idea of moving in with Danny, she’s looking at bigger apartments with Dru, and she pops the question of me filling mom in on the idea. Told her not yet, because this is just step one- just browsing, but did make me realize how I should go on about it when it comes to telling my Mom about it.

-Came home, read for my psych class, getting caught up but need more time to myself to read and study for both psych, and mainly Anatomy.

-Hung out with Danny and his cousin at night time, felt like I shouldn’t because of my schoolwork, but I did miss spending time with him so why not. Hanging out with Danny just made me realize I’m getting dependent on him to be around. I don’t like having that type of mentality, even though it feels good to feel wanted. Like what are we? I’d like to know where this is going, but again I’m just going with the flow and don’t want to put myself through any more things that I’m already invested in. ALSO, if I’m struggling with things now, it’s only going to get crazier when massage classes start.

Tuesday, September 22nd, 2020

-I feel like the busiest of all bees. I was very productive this morning. Walked Nala, took her to her post spay check up, had class, and went to work. Luckily my energy was up there, and I kept the ball rolling with catching up on reading and class work. Coming home from work just made me realize that this Anatomy class is a ton of work with 5-6 assignments due twice a week.. . .and this is just one class!

-Started to look at apartments, yesterday morning just made me realize how things are getting close to pre-covid times- ie traffic. I don’t like traffic at all, like where all these cars and crazy drivers come from as Santa Clara County isn’t full on open yet. It was nice having a ghost town while it lasted.

-Zarinah hit me up saying to visit her out in Philly for Halloween. I’m tempted, but don’t want to fall off from my schoolwork, travel with COVID still occurring, and spend money when I have other priorities to pay off.

Monday, September 21st, 2020

-I don’t like how coworkers bring their outside funk into the office- or just in general. It’s not preferable for me to dumb down my energy or be around weighed-down vibes when I’m not vibrating ar that level. I feel like that’s something that should be checked out at the door and be placed privately. Misery really loves company I guess.

-Work went really well, vibes were high in the back office, I really have no complaints at this rate.

Sunday, September 20th, 2020

-Super excited for Danny to get back to town, bummed I still have to work until 3pm, and he works graveyard. I like this slow pace that we’re in. It’s like we’re re-kindling the flame at a slower, cautious pace. I just hope if we were to move forward again, that we’re enough for each other despite our conflict of work schedule.

Saturday, September 19th, 2020

-I felt like today went really fast-paced. I felt like I was constantly on the go, with something to do right after the other. I had work at Lokahi, came home to get dressed and come back to my weekday job to get things done and Staples to pick up things. Energy was pretty high up there and didn’t mind making up hours missed during the weekday due to school work. 

-Afterwards, I completely forgot about Kristine’s party at Raymond’s house to celebrate her getting her Masters. Super excited for her journey, as well as second-guessing my educational route. Had drinks with everyone, including steph and my sister. Overall fun playing beer pong, corn hole, and wished Danny was still there.

-I like how open me and Steph were becoming talking about Jerome and Danny.

-I feel like I am in dire need of sleep and rest and strictly me time.

Friday, September 18th, 2020

-I feel very motivated to get things done today. I liked how I was able to go at my pace with school work and work duties. Very free-flowing and getting creative with how to train these 2 people at work.

-After work I got home and just chilled. It made me realize how used to Danny’s presence I’m getting accustomed to. I feel at ease with him. 

Thursday, September 17th, 2020

-Dropped Danny off to the airport to go to Oregon, wish I was going. I wish he planned it ahead of time so I can go with him.

Wednesday, September 16th, 2020

-Very productive at work. Got a lot of work done.

-Dropped food over at danny's work. I feel conflicted with everything, but don’t want to look too deep into what me and him are, nor even think I’m ready to add that to my plate.

-Talked with my Attorney about the whole getting arrested thing. It eased my mind the options he gave me. I see my anxiety levels greatly minimizing. Keeping positive thoughts overall.

-I’m making progress with limiting cravings of smoking cigarettes. 

Tuesday, September 15th, 2020

-Woke up at dannys, came home, did online class, then went to go have brunch with Danny. Had a swirl and somalian food. It was such a bust that I didn’t get Bill's cafe or Hash house because they closed less than an hour from when my class ended- but it was a good celebration overall. Napped before he went to work, only to come home and nap some more until people came over.

-It was nice having a small get together with family and a couple friends. It was cute how my mom wanted to cook, simply because I didn’t know where/what to eat. It was a good celebration overall, wish Danny was there, wished my other friends came through, but again, mom is worried about covid, etc, etc.

-it sometimes tired me living in this house. I want my freedom, it’s a tease how Danny wants to move in together, I feel scattered.

-It feels weird being in the spotlight. I don’t like it. I remember even feeling uneasy over the weekend about what to do. I don’t think I’m a planner type, it feels pressuring. I felt okay being by myself but happy how this turned out.

-I liked how I finally got to talk with michelle while I was doing anatomy homework and quizzes-histology is so hard!! I feel flustered. I miss seeing friends and family in hawaii. I feel drained with the same routine here in california, I miss traveling.

Monday, September 14th, 2020

-I didn’t feel as down in the dumps today as I did the previous night. I had the go with the flow attitude, and it’s probably the caffeine from the cup of coffee I made this morning, but I think reminding myself that I can’t control everything helps me live in the moment, with who and what is in front of me. At work I felt very productive because I had things to get taken care of.

-I was very surprised Danny finally came in for treatment, and how nice my coworkers and boss interacted with him. I was also taken back by how cute my coworkers were with getting me a cake and a sweet card with heart felt messages. I liked how it was easy to train the successor with notes, and direct her with learning our systems. I feel super loved today.

-went to get chicken wings at wicked chicken with danny. Craving satisfied! Finished watching Zohan and knocked out.

Sunday, September 13th, 2020

-Woke up, had brunch with Danny at Bills cafe. It was nice hanging out with him before he had to go work. Sometimes I wish that he didn’t have to work the graveyard shift, but I also look at it as a good thing because space can sometimes be good. I have the rest of the night to cater the rest of my evening to my school work and try to get ahead.

-I couldn't help but have feelings of sadness and isolation. I kept getting asked what I’m going to be doing for my birthday, but I’ve grown so accustomed to living in the moment and not planning ahead. I think because of this habit, I tend to feel like I’m constantly on the go, everything is moving, sometimes faster than I’d like, and maybe these down in the dumps feelings are signs that I need to slow down(?). I kept thinking that I want to spend my birthday alone, or that it’s not significant, but I’m trying to stray away from those dark thoughts and appreciate that a lot of family members and close friends that are asking me, want to spend time with me. 

Saturday, September 12th, 2020

-Woke up at Dannys place feeling anxious about my birthday coming up, my relationship with Danny, finances, schoolwork, and the thought of serving jail time. I also feel physically drained and in dire need of a massage. Reminded myself that it’s okay with not knowing all of the answers to those things, and to focus on the NOW.

-Walked Nala for a bit once I got home. Made breakfast, and started some schoolwork.

-the thought about being unwanted in my relationship with Danny heightened the disturbed feeling of not being wanted by my Dad. I feel like I resent my dad less, and again accepting the divorce and not taking responsibility for it because I wasn’t involved. My dad’s abandonment is a reflection of his character, not mine.

-Got to spend time with danny again, kept it mellow and just stayed in because COVID. We went on a drive to woodside on the windy road, had pizza, talked about the downfall of our relationship-it is what it is. We both admitted that we were wrong, just thinking about taking it easy moving forward. I dont want to feel pressured about anything with him, I can’t even think of being in a relationship right now, I just want to chill overall with everything going.

Friday, September 11th, 2020

-Work went really good today. Knocked out 3 major medical records I needed to send out. I just didn’t do it electronically. They’ll contact me if they need it or so. Energy was really high up there today. I Talked with the patients on a deeper level, I love making connections like that, on top of my duties to serve them. It makes my work environment steady going and lively, and adds consistent meaning and purpose when I’m on the clock.

-Got home and checked on my dog. She’s doing better. I’m thankful for my sister to aid in keeping tabs on my dog. I see that Nala is slowly getting her energy back up there. She looked so exhausted when I got home. I just fed her and gave her her medication.

-Hung out with Danny and got Somalia food. It was so good! I like how he wants to try something new, and it didn’t disappoint. Sambusas were really good and the wrap was very savory. It was filled with vegetables that I wasn’t used to eating and I am so down to go back. I was telling him I was itching to go out and get into the social scene because COVID and these fires were driving me crazy. Chances of us going out were based on the NBA game where Toronto lost to Boston so we ended up not going out, but rather watched netflix at his place. I ended up sleeping over his place-it was nice cuddling with him, and getting a break from staying home. I ended up not drinking and was okay with it.

Thursday, September 10th, 2020

-Class went really well today. I’m lucky to have an understanding boss that lets me get my schoolwork done. 

-Went into work for a few hours to get caught up with medical records, other billing issues, and organizing work space and clearing out tasks. Have to remind myself to work on my how-to duties, TIRP, ordering.

-Hung out with Danny after work. Had jalapeno tamales-they’re interesting. Ended up getting a quesadilla at the taco truck down the street from his house- which was good! He came over for a bit, too, and I feel weird not being able to relax in my home when my company is there. Again, I don’t feel like it’s my home. Nala missed him, I ended up not sleeping over his house but coming back home because I felt like Nala’s surgery was still getting to her. I’m uncomfortable when my dog’s uncomfortable and I’m away from her.

-Practiced the thought process when having the urge to smoke cigarettes. I have 5 days until my birthday and I need to make a better effort of minimizing intake versus going cold turkey. I saw that practicing the thought process when that urge comes up helped on the ride home today.

Wednesday September 9th, 2020

-I feel worrisome for my dog. Luckily my sister is checking in on her while I’m at work. I don’t like seeing my dog in pain-or anyone for that matter.

-Work went really well, I’m noticing I’m keeping the ball rolling with my energy being up there, as well as productivity with notes, avoiding clashes with other staff members, separating my personal life, but glad everyone finally knows I’m doing therapy. Caught up with Blanca seeing if she’s able to cover for me on Thursday mornings, but she accepted another job elsewhere. I’m happy for her that she keeps pushing through. I’m glad her house is still standing with the whole fires happening. I’m glad her family is safe and healthy. Her Son, Valen, is growing up too quickly and he’s so handsome! I do have baby fever, but I have other things I want to do.

-I feel like I’m finally getting the grasp of my classes and managing all tools to complete assignments on different platforms. I feel focused and in control.

-It’s discouraging having a drive with my education and career goals with the court stuff simmering on a back burner.

-Chatted with Meilani for a bit and my mom chimes in about my dog bite. I’ve grown to realize that my mom is the kind of person who talks to put her 2 cents in, but doesn’t grasp what other people are saying. Like she’s not an active listener with communication, and I think that’s where it gets to me. I have to practice taking my time with how I respond because I ended up lashing out on her that I am getting things done and taken care of. She frustrates me sometimes, and I hate having to hold in my tongue.

Tuesday, September 8th, 2020

-Today is the big day getting my dog spayed. I cried a bit after dropping her off to the clinic. I just want her to be comfortable, but she looked so scared and sad when I had to walk away.

-I went to my ortho appointment afterwards and was just thinking about this court thing and how it’s going to play out. I finally wrote down questions to ask my attorney when I talk to him next week. 

**SHARED THIS IN THERAPY TODAY**

Dear Dad,

Hope you are well.

I’m pissed with how you treat my mom. Bully her with the divorce, claiming half of her belongings. She earned her wealth herself over the years and you’ve really shown how greedy of a person you are. You cheated on her when she was on her worst when grandpa passed away, and its rumored that you have another child with your old high school sweetheart. I’m set to believe that you failed at being a husband and wedded partner.

I’m upset that despite whatever happened with you and mom, you placed us in a hidden category where you just cut us off when your kids had nothing to do with your marriage’s downfall and the divorce. Both of my sisters disclaim you based on the issue with Mom, but I didn’t because that wasn’t your role to me. You’re supposed to be a father. It takes more to become a father, and providing sperm doesn’t automatically grant you the respect that a father role comes with. You were doing so good until 2014, and that’s when everything started to spiral down.

I feel like you use people to your advantage, at times when it’s only beneficial to you. That’s not right. It wasn’t until when your dad passed away, where you felt the same remorse of losing a father just like mom did with hers in 2012. I think you started to lose it then, didn’t communicate with us or attempted to in any means, and excluded yourself from the family in general. This is where you’d be physically present at outings, but mentally elsewhere. I also think this is where your selfishness grew. I remember you started to drink every night, have something to eat then sleep and repeat days after. You kept disappearing at nighttime, come and go into the house as you please, started getting comfortable talking to whatever girl it was on the phone in the house, and didn’t have courtesy towards whoever was in the same room with you.

I’m torn you didnt come to my graduation when I invited you. It hurt a lot, and I grew very enviously seeing raymond’s dad there. It was until the ride home from the graduation party where my friend asked me how I felt about it, and I broke down to fucking tears.

**********

Monday, September 7th, 2020

-Slept a lot all day due to the heat. Began getting flustered with how much noise my mom was making while I was trying to study. I gave up and knocked out for a few hours, and woke up to review homework for anatomy and psychology.

-Gave nala a bath, gave her TLC with brushing and deshedding her. Ended up walking her while carrying a bath due to being traumatized by the loose husky yesterday morning. I spoiled her today with treats after her dinner, knowing she was going to get spayed tomorrow morning.

-It felt really good to have a day off after working 3-4 weeks straight, and going at my own pace.

-Put in some work into the Dad letter. Wanted to challenge myself with a letter versus bullet points- it all has to get out at some point, right?

Sunday, September 6, 2020

-I’m super fired up this morning due to walking my dog, and having my neighbor’s dog fucking attack my dog and bite me on the wrist. Thankful my neighbor was there to get the other dog away and off of my dog, and I safely got back to my backyard. I walked over to that neighbors house to tell him what the hell is his problem. Good thing it was only me and my dog versus a kid and a smaller dog. He didn’t even apologize just stating that his dog escaped, has it’s shots- fucking rude. Hope animal control does something about it. It pisses me off how some people don’t know how to properly train or care for their dogs. I told my mom about the incident too in case someone shows up to our house after filing a report, and that ticked me off even more as she was prioritizing the safety of my car versus my dogs health and what’s right. Hold people accountable, make them take responsibility of shit. Do what’s right which in my case I feel like I did.

-Lokahi went well. Always calming and easy working there. Getting more insight of the healthcare field and getting to know the acupuncturists on a deeper level. One of them brought her son in and he’s so adorable, 7years old.

-Napped when I got home. Steph ended up coming over. Felt very productive overall.

-Told Theo I didn’t want to have meaningless sex anymore. Told Danny that putting in effort goes both ways-ie communication, wanting to hang out, etc. I just want to focus on myself and get my head right.

Saturday, September 5, 2020

-Daphne came over for a bit after I got off from working at Lokahi. She’s back with Josh after confiding in me about their relationship, but as long as she’s happy I’m all for it. I just don’t want to see my friends down and out- I want everyone to win. She was telling me how Theo was posting this and that on social media with a subliminal message thinking it was directed towards me, but I just eye-rolled at it. First he invites me to his BBQ and to bone last night, then this morning does the same thing but with 2 stripper parties to take me to afterwards. It’s whatever, it’s not my scene.

-Took a nap after working at Lokahi, woke up with very little energy and no motivation to do anything. I feel physically and emotionally drained. It’s my cousin’s birthday BBQ at his house, and I find myself moving very slow to get ready. It ended up being a fun time catching up with my sister and other friends I haven’t seen in a while. I was dreading the idea of having a drink and trying not to, but I had 2 celebratory shots in the evening and felt guilty afterwards. I think that’s a kickstart to me not wanting to drink ever. I normally don’t drink as often anymore since the night of getting arrested, I like not being impaired/ under the influence anyway.

-Felt guilty leaving my dog at home on a warm evening knowing her surgery is coming up on Tuesday. Getting that reassurance from Daphne and Josh saying how spaying Nala at 10 years old was a good idea, made me feel okay about myself doing it for her.

Friday, September 4th, 2020

-Left Danny’s house in the morning to get ready for work. Had my coffee, had a slow start to work as time felt like it was dragging. I’m awaiting Monday to come as this weekend will be the last of working straight for the past 3-4 weeks. Yay for rest, as well as playing catch up for school.

-Work went really good today, made me realize how much catching up I have to do. Threw the idea of having an old employee fill in Thursdays, surprised how my boss was open to the idea and I should reach out to her. I like it when everyone is running on good vibes- coworkers and patients. This is why I always love Fridays at work-filled with good energy for the weekend and rest, as well as finishing another great week.

-Danny texted me while in a work wrap up meeting saying his car wouldn’t start because his BAC was too high. Had mixed feelings of wanting to go there, but ended up helping with the motive to do so. As soon as I got there he tried to start his car again and it did. We’re just friends, some occasions I feel like maybe we can patch things up, I don’t know. Guard is definitely still up.

-Tempted to go to Theo’s clubhouse for a BBQ, ended up not going because my school work comes first and I felt like my social battery was running low. Theo is like temptation but I deserve the kind of love I desire and not to be anyones quick fuck. Yeah I respect him as a person because he tells it like it is, but I’m tired of putting myself through something where it’s not going to go beyond that. I feel like I’m getting back to loving myself, and okay with being single.

-I basically bombed my school work for this week. Got everything situated to add the course successfully, but realized how much homework and studying it is. I’m trying to not look at this night's homework as failure, but an opportunity to get things back on track for the remaining of the semester. Go, Education!

Thursday, September 3rd, 2020

-I woke up this morning with very little energy-unsure if it’s related to the cold weather. On the way to work my anxiety started to build up trying to plan how I’d balance out school and work for that day. It wasn’t the first good session with all of the distractions going on around me, I also found it brutal to stare at my computer screen for 2+ hours . What a time to be alive. Returning from lunch made my stomach drop, due to receiving the police report from the night or getting arrested, Attorney Ryan Mannix sent me. It sucks that I still don’t know for my damn self what the hell was going on that night, I was just scared shitless with what I thought was happening. Maybe it’s that ‘daddy issues’ thing I got going that made me think I was being in a group sex session against my will, who knows? I know for damn sure that that night was my lowest point, and not to do anything mind altering like that again. . I need to let old habits die and probably even cut ties with Theo, too, as he was like the ringleader of that night.

-I invited Danny over to my house after he got off from work, as a friendly gesture. . I told him about what was going on and caught him up to speed with the whole court thing. He advised me to write a letter to the judge. For some reason, I still look at Danny in that protector light. I ended up sleeping over at his house to calm my nerves down. He has that calming effect on me, like everything would be okay.

Wednesday, September 2nd, 2020

-I feel pumped up today. I feel motivated, I feel like I’m getting organized with my school and work duties. I feel like I am slowly gaining a sense of focus, as well as regaining my drive to fulfill my purpose in healthcare again. 

-Work went really well today. Stayed on top of office flow- glad my boss noticed at our wrap up meeting- got chart notes documented for each patient and helped a bit with the admin side of it. I felt my energy up there (thank you, coffee) so I went home and washed my car, and managed to walk my dog for a bit. I went to bed feeling relaxed. I pushed myself to be more mindful and didn’t really have a cluster of sad thoughts and negative self talk as much throughout the day. 

-By night time I was just thinking about what was going through my head in Dunsmuir. I don’t know why Theo would be the center of the illusion of me getting sexually abused in a group. I just want a clean slate from this arrest, a cleaner slate of my relationships, I’m itching to read the police report, but I have to just go with the flow and not get myself amped up for things I can’t control.

-Working on my communication skills and learning to express and say what’s on my mind. Finally built up the courage to tell my boss that I got into an anatomy course which I've been waitlisted to. I’m very eager to start, this is reassurance that I am on the right path to my educational goals and career!

Tuesday September 1st, 2020

-woke up this morning to keep reminding myself that it’s a fresh new month and to keep positive thoughts in mind as I go about. Excited that my birthday is in 2 weeks, as I'm not feeling so excited. It’s a covid celebration, but I think the most I’m going to do to treat myself is to take that day off, as well as Monday since it falls on a Tuesday- so it’ll be like a 4 day weekend to unwind, and relax.

-Danny texted me, I’m annoyed with his ass too. 

-I feel excited that I’m second on the waitlist to get into retaking an anatomy course this semester. I think the likelihood of me getting in are pretty high, so now comes the tricky part of conversing with my boss about taking 2 hours out midday on Thursdays for the semester if I get in.

-Just got home from work, cried on the way to work because I feel sad and distressed about everything. I got fired up at work due to a patient experiencing elder abuse with her auto accident case and insurance- business ethic on her auto policy- as well as how fucked up the attitude of western medicine and health insurance is. I feel anxious at the moment with what’s going on-ie. relationship status, family affairs, school, work, and the possible outcomes of this next court date. I feel like a hot mess.

-Therapy went really well today. I like getting to the root of things, but I have to remind myself to pace this process so I don’t get emotionally overwhelmed. Taking my time to write this letter/list regarding my dad, but it’s something I need to do to grow and move on.

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Driving to Zion

The day we left St. George was one of driving. We had been warned by the host of the place we were staying in West Yellowstone, Montana, to get north of the greater Salt Lake City area by 3 p.m. or risk being stuck in traffic for hours. The place had a firm cutoff for checking in no later than 10 p.m., so we did get an early start and took turns driving pretty much nonstop through a lot of wide-open space in Utah, keeping the Wasatch Range on our right pretty much the entire time.

We wanted to be sure to clear traffic, and did so with no problem and so wished we had taken a few minutes to at least drive by the capitol and the large temple in Salt Lake. We at least saw the capitol dome from the interstate.

At some point, Zach came up with the idea that we should take a photo of the “Welcome to…” sign as we entered each state. Not always easy at 80 mph on the interstate. And he decided that once we crossed the state line, we should listen to the state song of the place we had just entered. This was not always possible until we could next get a phone signal. There are lots of dead zones in those wide-open spaces. The verdict is that most state songs are horrible. Really, really bad. Like if a fourth grader with no sense of rhythm or poetry was assigned the task of writing it, forgot to do their homework and penned it on the bus on the way to school that morning. California’s state song is particularly bad. Look it up on YouTube. We need to start a movement to change it to “California, Here I come.”

I posted on Facebook that we were traveling through Idaho and a friend messaged me to suggest we hit Upper and Lower Mesa Falls. I am so glad he did. They were some of the most beautiful waterfalls I have ever seen. We got there just before dark and were among a handful of other visitors.

But before we got to the falls, we saw a sign for the Idaho Potato Museum. How can you pass that up in Idaho? A former railroad station had been turned into a shrine to the state’s vegetable. There were singing animatronic potatoes. (I still have the song stuck in my head, “Potato, potato, potato. Potato, Potato, Potato…” dozens of verses of those catchy lyrics. It would actually be a better state song than the one Idaho is currently using.)

There is a huge collection of Potato Head toys and a large assortment of potato mashers. There is the world’s largest pringle. Also on display is the letter from the governor of Idaho to Vice-President Dan Quayle on how to spell potato. There was a potato bar where I had the best baked potato I’ve ever had. But in addition to the fun or goofy stuff, there was a lot of history, very well presented—how the vegetable made it from the new world to become a staple in Europe and became so important that a fungus on the crop in Ireland caused massive starvation and a huge migration to the U.S. There were statistics and maps and other information presented clearly and in an easily digestible way. (See what I did there?) It was quirky, but interesting and we were really glad we stopped.

We had a hard time finding our accommodations in West Yellowstone in the pitch darkness, but we made it by the appointed hour. But, before we explore Yellowstone, let’s back up a moment to Zion. 

[and-i-want-and-i-need]

My Stadium Tour Experience

I finally saw the Stadium Tour after so long(I was 14 when I bought the tickets and I’m 17 next week so…). Anyway, here’s the quick summary

So I arrived like right when it started so I didn’t see Classless Act much, only one and half songs :/

Joan Jett

Ageless queen

Seriously she looks amazing for someone with her style and her age

And her voice….memorizing

I want to be Joan Jett when I get older

I sadly can’t recall the first song she played but the second one was Cherry Bomb and the stadium went wild

For an act that was 45 minutes it was so fun and I wish she had longer

Poison

So bands will play songs before they start to get the crowd hyped…they chose Welcome to the Jungle

Bret Michaels came run out onto the stage and went wild

I loved his energy so much

“Pretty Shiny boy Bret Michaels”-The ladies behind us

Y’all he had a harmonica solo and it went harder than it should have

C.C DeVille got his solo and the stadium was chanting his name

Did I know there was chance he would play Eruption and lead into Fallen Angel? Yes. Was I still prepared when it happened? Not at all

Every time you blink Bret Michaels has a different hat on

Something to Believe In *Mwah*

What was really cool was how Bret interacted with the fans. He let them touch his guitar and waved to them, and when he was driving back into the stadium, he stopped the golf cart and went and gave a few fans high fives

Mötley Crüe:

I saw tits

Okay yes I don’t like the Crüe much themselves but they know how to put on a show

That magic was kind of lost once the giant statues of women appeared and the focus was on the dancers….first portion was just pure rock and I loved that

There were two people dressed like 80’s rock stars, like, Party City kind of costumes and I thought it was funny

Nikki Sixx’s daughter was there and they showed him playing while engaging with her and yes, it was cute and every woman over forty went “awwww”

Nikki Sixx:* Talking to the crowd and has a towel* “Want this towel? Here, it’s like the one I gave your mom in 1986…that’s probably true actually*

Back to the tits, yes it was even Tommy was speaking and they were shown on the screen

“Three pairs of titties in Houston of all places…oh there we go.”

That was kind of funny because he looked like he had just been released into society after being locked up

In other news the guy next to us was a little too drunk….his friend were literally dragging him

I know Vince Neil can’t sing but…oh it was bad…The backing vocals and the crowd saved him

MICK MARS MY MAN! He was just rocking in his corner and I love him for that

Def Leppard

There was a timer and that was the longest ten minutes of my life

They started with Take What You Want and I would have sang along if I didn’t become paralyzed in awe and excitement

It never felt real. The whole thing was like the best dream of my life

Sav*does the thing* Me: HE DID THE THING

Joe Elliott I luv u 🥺

Sav wasn’t shown enough on the screens :(

They started playing Armageddon It and I went ballistic

*This Guitar* My mom: this is so good why haven’t you play me this song :(

I will mom I will I promise you

RICK ALLEN THE THUNDER GOD AT THE FRONT OF THE STAGE GOING AT IT AND THEN AGAIN A FEW SONGS LATER IN THE BACK

I did not expect Promises for some reason so I was shocked when they played it but it was BEAUTIFUL

Y’all Hysteria had clips of them ove the years and newspaper headings on how awesome they were and I got teary eye

Two Steps Behind>>> And when it was just Joe at the end oml he’s an Angel the lighting his voice amdbaldnalshwpdbd

They love each other so much it’s adorable I want that kind of bond and I hope I have it with my friends

Rick walking around with his little maraca ❤️❤️

Rick:*epic solo* Me: THATS WHY IVE WRITTEN THREE ESSAYS ABOUT THEM

“From my head to my…” I got that on video fyi

“Rick has something to say” “Gunter Glieben Glauchen Globen” *Chaotic screaming*

There were two drunk girls dancing in front of us and they weee just having the time of our life and it was cool to see

Did not expect them to end with Photograph…but it was an amazing ending

They could have gone on for hours and I would have enjoyed every single moment

They played Kings Of The World on the speakers when it was all over so it was a giant stadium just singing along…beautiful

I could go on and on but I won’t I might upload some photos and videos

In all, the best concert I’ve ever to. The crowd was much fun and you can tell everyone wanted to be there. I didn’t know if I wanted to be a rockstar or a middle age woman reliving her youth with her friends. Seeing Def Leppard was so surreal and unbelievable, and everyone was amazing(Vince…Vince tries. He tries).11/10 experience

[bucky-munson]

What's Hidden in the Shadows | 6

Summary: Bullies are everywhere. They manifest as a group of jocks at school who think you're fat and want to make sure you know. Sometimes they even manifest as your own father. But can they manifest as the love of your life? No probably not.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Words: 1.8k

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Plus Sized!GN!Reader ; Steve Harrington X Plus Sized!GN!Reader

Warnings: Bullying, abuse, swearing, mean ass Billy obv

a.n: Oh boy strap in for this one. I had a lot of fun, but I'm so sorry it took so long ;;

Taglist: @harringtonfan4 @jubilee40 @cevans-winchester

"So does Friday work for you?" 

The question stuns you for a moment and all eyes are on the two of you. You knew this was just supposed to be a fun outing between two friends, but with the stares from your friends around the lunch table there's a heavy pressure on your shoulders. It was like the others' thoughts were being broadcast directly to you.

Had The Steve Harrington just asked Y/N out?

The silence took more than a few seconds and quickly Steve was backtracking.

"I mean if not then it's perfectly okay, I just know there's a new scary movie playing at the drive in and we could go see it and–" 

"Friday's fine!" You reply quickly, trying to fight down the nerves threatening to spill over. If you had waited a single second longer, surely you would have panicked. Steve can't help but cheese happily, the warmth almost radiating off of him as he tells you he'll be there to get you at seven sharp so you guys can get the best spot. 

Sneaking around is infinitely harder than you first thought it would be. The thoughts plague you as you trudge down the side of the road, avoiding the busy after school traffic. 

"It's stupid I know, but trust me it'll just be easier if they dont see us together.." Billy assured you that he would find a way to keep the jocks off your back, so long as they didn't have to know about.. Whatever you could call the secret meetings between the two of you. Mostly consisting of him smoking like a freight train while you tried to work on your homework, but occasionally he managed to pry the books away from you.

That's how you found yourself now, books confiscated to force you to focus on him. 

"You're such a stick in the mud, y/n.. Leave the homework for home and have fun, it won't kill you. Do you need a drag?" He sighs, offering the half gone cigarette to you. 

"I don't smoke unless it's been a rough night.. Though I am stuck to this uncomfortable leather seat so.." 

He only rolls his eyes before shrugging, continuing to puff away then discarding the used butt out the window.

"Billy… Why are we doing this? We never hung out before and you hated me.. What changed other than.. well that.." You didn't mean to sour the mood, but you couldn't help it. It was so out of the realm of possibility that you'd be sitting here beside Billy Hargrove of all people. 

"Do I bore you?"

"That's not what I–"

"I know, dumbass.. But.. I don't know.. It's comfortable to me.. I don't have to.. Pretend or put on a show, I can just breathe,"

There's a moment of silence as you take in what Billy said to you. You, of all people, made him feel like he could just be even though you were here constantly waiting for a punchline. Tommy to pop out of one of the bushes surrounding the lake and the joke to be over. But Billy wouldn't say something like that if he truly wanted to hurt you would he?

"Get out of your head, y/n. I know that look too well," he huffs, mushing your face gently before continuing, "so I was thinking.. Let's go somewhere this weekend, since your dad is out of town and all. We can make a day trip of it, I'm not even watching the brat on Saturday." 

You know he means Max and you want to ask how he got so lucky but you figure it's safer to just err on the side of caution. 

"Depends, do I get to pick the place?" You quip back, looking out the windshield at the lake in front of you, almost ashamed of how excited you are at the idea of another moment like the last time you went out of Hawkins with Billy. He only laughs softly in return.

"Absolutely not, but you can pick the music." 

Friday couldn't come fast enough and now that it was here, you regretted ever saying yes to either boy. No matter what you did, you were absolutely preoccupied by the anticipation the weekend brought. You tried to calm your nerves, reminding yourself that it was just a horror movie with a friend, but a part of you couldn't stop putting a soft spin on every interaction you had ever had with Steve. Then when you opened the door to see him with a sweet smile, holding a bouquet of daisies, you knew you were too far gone. 

"If this is a date… Should I change into something nicer?" You mumble after thanking him for such beautiful flowers, but he adamantly refuses. 

"I don't want you wearing anything that makes you less than comfortable! You don't even have to think of it as a date if you don't wanna!" He assures you, resting a hand on your back as he leads you to his car. But when he opens the door for you and waits for you to get in before gently closing it, you realize how used to this you could be.

The comfortable silence made its return as Steve drove to the lot, and then you realized what Billy's words meant. I can just breathe.. There's no pressure to speak, no feeling of danger. Stealing a glance over at him, you take in his profile, hoping he doesn't notice your eyes tracing along the soft features. 

"Something on my face?" He chuckles softly, not bothering to face you. Giving a soft shake of your head, you focus back forward, a little embarrassed.

"Front or back?" Steve asks, rolling his head over to you as you both wait in line, the cars trickling along slowly. 

"Hmmm.. Back," you say with a soft smile and it seems to be the right answer as he smiles even more, nodding in agreement. Once the car is parked, he unbuckles his seat belt and settles a bit more comfortably into his chair. 

"Oh! I brought snacks!" He laughs as he reaches into the backseat, pulling up a couple of boxes of candy and offering them to you. "I like both of these so you pick one."

The movie becomes an afterthought before it even begins as Steve eases you into a casual conversation. You almost can't believe how easy it was to talk to him about anything, telling him about your mother leaving and your dreams of graduating and leaving Hawkins, and he even confides in you about his failed relationship with Nancy.

"God.. This is a really horrible first date conversation isn't it?" He laughs, hiding his face in his hands. 

"No, no.. I mean maybe if it was a normal first date but.. I don't think it's weird for me," you admit, ears burning hot at his obvious admission that he thought of this as a date. 

"So you are thinking of this as a date?" He asks brightly, not giving you a chance to refute it. 

"That's it Steve, I'm watching the movie, no more talking," you scoff, stuffing a handful of candy into your mouth as he laughs loudly. 

"The end was kind of shit wasn't it?" He groans as he's driving you back home, a dull beat playing over the radio.

"I mean maybe, but you can't expect the killer to get away clean, can you?" 

"Uhm have you seen any other horror movie? The killer always gets back up and is fine.." 

"Cut me some slack, I don't watch movies often.." You admit softly, Steve instantly shooting you a look as he quickly mutters,

"No shit? We gotta change that. When are you free next?" 

"Are you asking me on a second date already, Steve?" You ask as he parks by your trailer and the boldness seems to take him by surprise. He doesn't wait long however before grabbing your hand in his gently, his eyes quickly finding yours earnestly.

"If I am?.. Do you wanna pick the place?" 

Steve's words send a pang of pain through your heart for a moment as you think of Billy, but the feeling of his soft fingers brushing against the skin on the back of your hand is intoxicating to all of your senses.

"Y..yeah.. We can just.. Rent some movies? I wanna see your favorites."

He grins and nods excitedly, letting go of you to let you leave. He calls out a soft "I'll call you," before you shut the door and head inside, emotions still spinning. 

You weren't given a chance to breathe this time though, because as soon as you closed the door you're greeted by a pair of teary blue eyes. 

"Shhhh.. Don't get scared, it's just me.. I didn't have anywhere else to go," Billy mumbles as he rests a hand on your arm. He's disheveled, hair messy and his lip is bloodied, it's almost like a completely different person was standing in front of you. 

"Billy, Jesus Christ! What happ–" You stop yourself, already knowing the answer when his eyes tear up again, so you decide to just grab his hand instead, leading him to the bathroom. "Sit.." He doesn't put up any fight and sits on the closed toilet seat, uncharacteristically quiet as you dig for the first aid kit. Working quickly, you dab the alcohol pad on the cut, keeping the touch delicate as the sting would come anyway. He leans his head into the hand you have cupping his cheek, not caring that his tears are streaming into your palm. The blood has already dried so the cleaning is over easily, but you don't have the heart to move as Billy grips the sides of your shirt. 

Your hand stutters a bit but you slowly drag your fingers through his hair, causing him to lean forward and rest his forehead against you.

"Billy.." You start, unsure of how to continue so you caress his hair for a moment longer before deciding to avoid the obvious. "Did you eat today?" He shakes his head, still holding you tightly, but eventually looks up at you. Your eyes meet for a moment and he can't handle the soft and caring eyes looking down at him. He stands quickly, too quickly, but stops and hesitantly holds both of your cheeks in his rough hands. 

"You're too fucking good to me.." He mutters lowly, leaning down to press his lips against yours. Any thought is erased with the gentle pressure of his chest against yours as he presses you against the wall. "So soft and sweet.. never expecting anything from me," He's rambling between kisses and there's no urgency, just the light brushes of his lips on yours before he pulls away. 

"I wasn't lying though.. Can we eat?"

[changlix-mp4]

Kindergarten teacher

pairing : husband!taehyung x wife!kindergarten teacher!f.reader

genre : smut, fluff, angst

warnings : love making, penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, marking, pet names, praising, !!possessive behaviour!!, jealousy, swearing , !!violence!! ( not toward reader!! )

word count : 2.9k+

part 1?

A/N : re-writing this fic because it’s one of my favorites. If you guys followed me since my beginning here, you had already read it for sure ahah. Well I hope you’ll like (again?) thank you for reading my mess ahah ily’all

FEEDBACKS ARE VERY WELCOMED ♡

M RATED

“Do you have something planned after school?” Taehyung asked as you bit into the sandwich he bought you for lunch. You hummed gobbling the food in hurry to answer him “yea” you grumbled “I’ve got this parent meeting” you sighed.

Taehyung sighed too “and you?” you asked before grabbing your drink. Taehyung thought for awhile before nodding. “yea. I have something planned” he swallowed his grilled meat. Before you could ask him about his project, he cut you off reminding the time “baby, it’s time. go on, don’t wanna be late, do you?” you shook your head whining “argh! see you later then” you pouted. Taehyung got up, pecking your lips “see you later my love” he took you into his arms, hugging you tightly.

Taehyung walked you to your car, telling you to be careful on the road. He waved at you as you drove away.

You were at the door of your classroom greeting the parents arriving for the meeting, telling them to take a sit and wait until everyone was present to start. You looked down at the cute little boy next to you staring toward the door waiting. “hey, where’s papa Jimin?” you asked softly bending down a little to caress his head gently.

Jimin was actually one of your best friend and also your husband’s. “oh I forgot to tell you.. but daddy told me he can’t come today..sorry auntie” you looked down at him confused. Why didn’t Jimin say anything? you wondered. “oh i-” before you could continue he added “but daddy told me that unc-”

“hello! Sorry for being late. I got stuck in traffic” a familiar voice interrupted your conversation with the little kid. Too familiar. “Taehyung?”

“Hi Mrs. Kim” he smirked making you scoffed. “Jimin couldn’t make it, so I kindly offered to come instead at the parent’s meeting. It’s kind of important, isn’t it?” he said patting Jimin’ son’s head. You sighed deeply “hey cutie, you can go play with your little friends, hm?”. He nodded happily before running out of your sight.

You glanced at Taehyung crossing your arms over your chest. “Was that what you planned?”. Taehyung chuckled “Jimin was a little tired so I just wanted to help him out” he shrugged. “Is that so?” you arched an eyebrow “and maybe I wanted to come check out how pretty my nephew’s teacher is” he said, a smirk decorating his lips. You slapped his arm making him whine playfully “idiot”. You muttered before walking away to stand in the center of the classroom.

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After talking about general topics and replying to each of the questions you were asked, you brought out the issue you’re meeting every day with your pupils : the homework. Some of your pupils often came back at school with their homework not being done. You explained to the parents that helping them at home was really important. They’re still very young and they need support . Giving them advices on how to help them, suggesting them some good books and websites they can use if they’re facing difficulties. Many of the parents understood and cooperated saying that they will try their best to help more.

But one of the mother interrupted you impolitely “why don’t you do extra-hours? You’re the teacher here, you’re the one paid to educate our children” she said with an unpleasant tone. You were taken aback, speechless, like the other parents. You didn’t know what to say or what to do.

“extra-hours?” Taehyung scoffed. “excuse-me sir?” the woman turned to face your annoyed-husband. You internally prayed for Taehyung to shut up and not make a scene at your workplace, but-

“Well, M'aam Cruella de vil, I think Mrs. Kim is not only a teacher. She has her own life after school like every one of us here. She probably has someone waiting for her at home. Or she just wants to do other things than to deal with your child!” Taehyung said annoyed making a few parents laughed quietly.

“who are you to talk like that?” the haughty woman said offended by the meany nickname. “she has a mouth, she can speak for herself. who do you think you are to talk for her?” she said standind up angrily, Taehyung stood aswell “well, let me tell you that I’m-”.

You cleared your throat catching both their attention, the present spectators immersed into the little altercation.

*“please Mrs. Wang, and Sir” you glared at him before continuing “please calm down.I- I’ll find a solution to this problem” you gulped gesturing them to sit back. Taehyung threw a nasty look at the villian female as he sat down again. “good” you sighed relieved.

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Your meeting continued, you found a way to deal with the problematic woman, doing your best to stay polite and professional…

It went well. You announced the end of the reunion. You felt Taehyung’s eyes on you the whole time. He didn’t joke when he said he came to check you out.

“thank you so much for coming today. If any of you want to talk individually about their child or have any other questions, feel free to stay” you smiled shaking hands with the parents leaving.

There is one thing you didn’t notice. Even tho Taehyung spent his time admiring you during the meeting and even had time for a"little" fight, he didn’t miss the way one of your pupil’s father was staring at you in a “weird” way. He glared at the mid-aged man, this one staying so he could talk to you.

You accompagned the last mother to the door waving at her, coming back to your desk gesturing the man to come.

Taehyung's eyes didn’t leave him, watching every of his moves. He didn’t feel this man..an untrustworthy man. Who the fuck he thought he was?

Taehyung groaned sitting at the back of the class, leg bouncing as he tried to calm down, jealousy rising up. He closed his eyes taking deep breaths.

First, this arrogant bitch, and now this unscrupulous pervert old man.

“Mrs. Kim” he started with a flirtatious voice “I just wanted to say that Mark likes you a lot. He’s always talking about you at home and about how of a good teacher you are” he said complimenting you. “oh ahah. I really like Mark too, he’s such a smart and polite boy” you answered smilling. But you couldn’t help but feel awkward at the way he was looking you up and down nonchalantly. Making Taehyung's jealousy and anger grew more and more.

“And.. I was wondering if you were single.. you’re really pretty and..sexy at the same time” he bit his lip. You just wanted to throw up in his face. Was he really thinking he was attractive or something? because the view was just sickening.

He approached you slowly making you back away “excuse me sir, but this is really inappropriate and disrespectful!"you exclaimed enraged and shocked. The man laughed, his hand getting closer to your waist, you were ready to punch him hard and kick him in the groin if he dared touch you but you didn’t have to when you heard the mid-aged man groaned in pain as his back hit the wall violently ”how the fuck do you dare touching her?!“ Taehyung yelled grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, his fist raised in front of the father ’s face.

”who the fuck are you?!! let me go bastard! get your fucking hands off me!“ Taehyung laughed sarcastically loud ”who am I? Who the fuck am I?!“ he grabbed the man face tightly with one hand, fingersnails digging into his cheeks ”I’m Taehyung.. Kim Taehyung! I’m her husband and she’s my fucking wife!! My wife! Mine!“ he pointed toward you, his voice laced with possessiveness.

The man stayed silent for a moment before pushing Taehyung away to get out of his grip. Taehyung let go of his face and went to grab his neck squeezing it tightly. Perhaps too tightly as the man’s face started turning a deep red.

”try to touch her again and I’ll break your arms and legs“ he practically growled, throwing the pervert man onto the floor, this one groaning again. He got up straightening his shirt ”keep the slut for yourself". Taehyung’s hands balled into fists ready to beat the living shit out of him, but you were fast to grab his forearm “Taehyung! please!” you shook your head as you both watched the man leaving the room “he’s not worthy-”

Taehyung turned to you shock written all over his face “this asshole called you a slut and tried to put his nasty hands on you! He tried to touch my wife!” he looked disgusted. “ I swear if i see him again, i think i will go to jail for murder!”

“Taehyung..” you grabbed his hand, thumb caressing the back of it. He pulled you in his strong arms, the force of his pull making you collide hard on his chest. “Just imagine what this pervert would have done to you if I wasn’t here” he said the last words coming out quietly. You shushed him looking up at him “but you were here”. He sighed shaking his head pulling you closer to kiss you softly.

You detached from the kiss “ and you know , i can d-” he let a breathy laugh as he put a finger on your mouth “I know what you’re going to say. You can defend yourself and you’re an independent woman and all” you nodded chuckling “yup”.

You smiled cupping his cheek “let’s go home huh?”. He nodded “well, let’s drop Jimin jr. at his house first” he chuckled.

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You sighed pleasantly as you exit the bathroom from a good warm shower. A towel wrapped around you comfortably. Taehyung coming out of it too some minutes later, his towel loose and low around his hips.

You were searching for some underwear in your closet when you felt Taehyung’s hands on your hips. You smiled when he pulled you on his bare chest, stealing a back hug “i love you” he whispered leaving a lovingly kiss on your cheek. “ i love you Taehyung” your heart melting as you let your body relax in his embrace.

After a pleasant long silent, Taehyung shifted a bit behind you making you turn around his arms still around you. His eyes went to your lips, one thing in his mind. He lowered his face a little envelopping your lips in a sweet kiss. Your hands travelled up to his neck, fingers playing with the little curls at the back of his head.

Taehyung backed you slowly toward the bed until the back of your knees touched the edge of it. You let your bodies fell on the mattress, the soft sheets welcoming you. You both giggled when you bumped your heads together. “sorry” Taehyung said rubbing your forehead still giggling. You laughed rubbing his.

He smiled looking into your eyes “you did great by the way”. You closed your eyes thinking about Mrs. Wang “ such a pain in the ass” you groaned. “you’re strong to deal with such ..specimens” you laughed closing your eyes.

“don’t want to ruin the mood but..I hate this dude. I just want to..argh” he dropped his head on your chest defeatedly. “I hate the way he looked at you. It was just disgusting. And the way he talked to you..” you noticed the way he gripped the sheet hard trying to calm down. You stroked his back slowly, hands going up and down his spine making him shiver and relax on top of you. You felt his heart beating slower “it’s ok babe” you whispered kissing his temple.

“but this asshole was right on something.. you’re pretty and sexy” he smiled onto your skin. You laughed slapping him on the back of his head. “and you’re also the best teacher ever” he left a light kiss on your collarbone. The compliment heating up your cheeks “I understand why your pupils love you a lot. You’re an amazing teacher. So kind, patient and loving.” You smiled “thank you babe”.

“Y’know ,recently I’m having some difficulties with mathematics ..could you teach me?” he said smirking. “oh my god Taehyung shut up” you said ears burning making him laugh.

“hmm you’re mine” he mumbled, lips caressing your skin, leaving little kisses. His hands ready to take your towel off of your body but looked at you for permission first. You nodded helping him to get rid of it. “And i’m yours” he started nibbling on the soft flesh of your breasts, painting little red and purple flowers on the area. A little souvenir , to remind you where his lips were.

His mouth travelled up to your neck, your pulse accelerating “Taehyung” his name leaving your throat as sweet as honey. The concerned just hummed against your -just found- sweet spot making you moan softly. The noises coming out of you turning him on.

Taehyung bit lightly on the skin of you neck making you gripped his bicep, head turning to the side to give him more access. “you smell so good” he said nose deep into the crook of your neck.

His boner was pressed uncomfortably under the towel still covering him, he was so turn on that he didn’t notice he was unconsciously grinding down on you. He let out a soft groan when he felt your warm hands sliding down his smooth chest to the towel. He helped you, throwing it away on the carpeted floor.

He spread your legs making room for him to lay between them. He lowered himself to connect his lips with yours for the umpteenth time. His hands went to your sides, one of them cascading down to your thigh to lift and place it over his waist.

Taehyung ruted foward against your womanhood with a low moan “shit” he swore. Your essence on the tip of his erection already driving him insane. He teased your entrance, rubbing his manhood on your glistening lips making you whined “stop teasing!”

He slapped the head of his cock on your throbbing clit teasingly, making you hiss,, the sudden action making you jolt.“you ready babygirl?” he asked hand placed on your cheek. “yes”.

Taehyung positioned himself at your entrance before entering you slowly making sure he wasn’t hurting you. “you good sweetheart?” he asked when he completely bottomed out.

“don’t worry I- i am” you reassured him. Taehyung started moving making you whimper. Thrusting in and out slowly but firmly, he took his time making love to you. It felt so good , too good.

He was so gentle and caring. Often asking you if you were good. He enjoyed his time painting your upper body with hickeys. “everyone will know you’re mine now” . He exclaimed backing up a bit to admire his masterpiece “perfect..”.

His grip on your waist was so tight that you were sure it’ll let bruises.

Your body was adorned with marks he created. Some bigger than the others. Some darker. It was just .. pretty. All marked up by him, the thought made him twitched inside you.

Taehyung couldn’t get enough of the way your warm velvelty walls clench around him time to time, squeezing his cock perfectly. He bit your earlobe lightly before whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Telling you how good you’re doing, how much you’re beautiful.. and how much he loves you.

Your hands found his hair, fingers running through it and pulling on it harshly when he brushed against your sweet spot. You threw your head back, the combination of his hands wandering all over your body gently and his lips pressed on your neck made you feel lightheaded.

The way his hard-on kept hitting the spot that made you scratch his back “fuck Taehyung! r-right there!”

“you know seeing you with all those kids around makes me feel some type of way. You’d be such a good mother” he bit his lips “ you’d look so fucking adorable and hot pregnant.. walking around carrying my children in your tummy f-fuck-”

Taehyung moaned loudly at a particular tightening of your wall around him.

“You’d like that babygirl? huh.. want me to put my babies inside you? Make you the mother of my children? You want that my love?” He kept asking, lust fogging his mind.

He could only picture you pregnant. Big baby bump.. fuck- he was probably drooling by now.

Your walls started convulsing around him, announcing your climax .

“I’m gonna-” he took your hands placing them on each side of your head , intertwined his fingers with yours “ I love you princess f-” he whispered.

Holding hands while making love was a gest of pure love , it meant a lot for the both of you . “Taehyung!! I’m c-coming!” You nearly screamed as you came around him. Eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed, mouth slightly ajar, his name the only thing leaving your mouth.. you looked so good to him.

You looked up at your breathtaking husband, eyes half-opened ”cum for me Taehyung. Cum inside me.. give me your children“ you breathed out.

A sudden wave of adrenaline rushed through his veins as he hold your hip still, going a little bit faster. The vein of his neck prominent, little beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Your words reasoning in his head, threw him over the edge of his orgasm. Taehyung cummed, after some firm thrusts, with a loud moan following by your name, his hot cum warming you inside, filling you up to the brim.

You hummed softly hugging him as he buried his head into the crook of your neck, a tiny kiss placed on the marked skin.

"I love you so much” he smiled heart melting. “I love you too” .

[emile-hides]

H*lding H*nds Imagines

I am once again making content for me and me alone because I have an unhealthy obsession for BNHA blond boys

BNHA Blond Boys X GN!Reader h*nd h*lding moments

Characters: All Might, Present Mic, Fatgum, Twice, Aoyama, Ojiro, Kaminari, Bakugo, Honenuki, Monoma, Mirio

All Might

Knuckle brush

You handed him things before

Stacks of papers to grade, coffee after a long day, a napkin when he goes into a coughing fit

But something about this time turns his face a deep red

He withdrew quickly, in a jerking manner that dragged more attention than you’re sure he meant it to

He cleared this throat and thanked you quietly before shuffling off

It took a few moments to really set on you

You’d made contact

Such little contact you’d barely even felt it

He was cold, his skin rough and calloused, wrinkled and dry

How you managed to notice so much with such brief contact is astounding

And also incomparable to how much he noticed

He’s thinking about it all day, glancing at where the contact was made, shuffling, flushing to himself, holding his knuckles to his lips

Do it on purpose next time you hand him a stack of papers and he’ll drop them

Present Mic

In a crowd

It’s LOUD

You and Hizashi are trying to get home after a live show

The crowd is huge and still hyped from the concert

The quarters are tight, the space is limited, and without his towering hair spike it’s hard to keep track of your loud blond

Eventually a strong clasp from a hand horribly decorated in rings, fingerless gloves, and black nail polish claps on your wrist as your continued to be pulled though a crowd

When the world finally starts to calm and you have room to breath his hand slides to connect to your palm

Fingers intertwine with yours as a series of “Y’all good?”s start, followed quickly by an excited narration of the chaos that just ensued

He’d taken your hand so causally you barely even noticed

The two of you walked in a much calmer crowd, hand in hand, as Hizashi randomly picked bystanders out of his vocal range and made up their life stories to tell you

Fatgum

Big hands

You laid idly on the couch in Fatgum’s office, the interns long sense gone home

A pile of paperwork blocked your view of your hard working hero as he sat at his desk

You slumped and slid off the couch, boredom rising as you phone lie dead on the table nearby

A loud groan drives a “Just a bit longer, gumdrop” from behind the piles of unfinished work, a bit longer could be years for all you cared

Sliding across the hardwood floor on your back, you found yourself beside Taishiro’s desk, looking up at him from an angle you were rather use to

He was focused, with a smile still on his face as he worked, writing with one hand, the other causually turning Takoyaki in the grill built into his desk

You sat up, watching quietly. He was typically pretty observant, but he may not yet have noticed your approach

When his hand stopped turning and released, you took your chance

Both your hands snatched his wrist, sitting up a bit to rest yourself on his lap, you examined his large palm

He chuckled, “What’cha doin’, cupcake?”

His hand was massive in your own, enough to make anyone feel like a child. It could engulf you, hold half your torso and still have a pinkie to spare

You pressed on his palm, he hummed and returned to work, leaving you to admire as you pleased

His knuckles were scarred, several gashes and scrapes from punching at materials harder than even his fat could handle

Old burns from cooking, white spots on his finger tips from a time before he learned patients

You leaned back on him, holding his hand in your own, and watched him work

He seemed much more blissed from your company

Twice

Not enough hands

Jin’s a very physical person

He hangs off you every chance he can get, coddling and loving on you

He finds it annoying

So it’s not surprise as you two settled down for a movie night he was instantly on your lap like a cat

He lays over you like a blanket, limbs tangled every which way, head on your chest, looking at you more than the movie

One of your hands lay idly by your head, that one he has his own over, fingers tangled messily, almost uncomfortably

His other arm trapped under you, a hug from below, resting also uncomfortably against your spine

Leaving your free hand to tangle in his hair, a rare sight to have his mask off, though it probably wouldn’t last the whole movie, it should be cherished until then

When you notice his staring at you more than the screen, you choose to join him

You slide your hand from his hair to his cheek, he leans into it with the most lovestruck puppydog look a man his age could muster

He then starts to fidget around, moving like he’s stuck

It doesn’t take long from there for him to start getting frustrated with himself, splitting an argument for two between just him

You gently lift his head to regain eye contact and ask what’s wrong

He nearly starts crying

“I want to hold your cheek too but I don’t have enough hands!!”

He’s not willing to remove your hand from his hold or pull his other arm out from under you to compromise his own needs

He does eventually start crying over his lack of extra limbs to love you with

Aoyama

Standing ovation

Roaring applause rippled thought the auditorium

It wasn’t a big show, or a big stage, but it was your first written play, and seeing it go over so well was enough to bring a tear to your eyes

You joined the audience in standing to applause as the actors took the stage for the final bow

Only the lead, your star, wasn’t there with them

You blinked once, twice, three times before panic set in

There’s no way Yuga Aoyama would miss the chance to stand center stage in a spotlight. If he wasn’t on stage something must have happened

You tried your best not to look around too fervently, not wanting to startle anyone else

When a hand clasped yours

“And let’s not forget the playwright~✨”

Before you could question how he said that with his mouth, you were dragged onto the stage by your previously mentioned star, with his own mic in hand you don’t remember giving him

He held your arm up above his head as he runway walked his way along the stage, you closely in toe

You were going to go on stage eventually but you’d planned to be a lot more quiet about it, when more people had left early not wanting to sit though the applause

But instead, here you were, center stage, hand held high like you’d just won a boxing match by your own and only Aoyama

How he could stand being this bright all the time way beyond you

For now though, it was rather nice 

Ojiro

Lost and found

You stepped out of your class stretching, ready for a well deserved lunch break when you heard your classmates muttering

“Isn’t he from the hero course?”

“What’s he doing?”

Being nosy wasn’t usually your strong suit, but the mutterings has peaked your interest

You followed the eyes of those speaking to find a blond boy sitting in the floor of the hall, knees pulled to his chest to keep his legs from disrupting the flow of traffic, with his tail resting over his feet to protect them from being stepped on

He smiled and gave a light wave to your class as the dispersed

You alone approached him, curiosity peaking. Why was he sitting out here in the hall?

When question he very sheepishly answered, “I, uh.. I got lost on my way to class”

There was several things wrong with that

Number one being, he’d been at this school half a year now. He has one classroom, a big classroom, in the hero course. It’s not easy to miss??

Number two, it was noon. Lunchtime. He has one classroom. How long had he been lost???

These questions had answers and he was, while slightly embarrassed, happy to share he had, in fact, been lost all morning. Not just in finding his class, but also in finding the exit to the building, any teachers he knew, or his phone to call for help

You began to feel sorry for the guy, as this seemed to be a common occurrence in his daily life

With a sigh, you offered your hand to help him up

It was lunch, for all courses, so surely he’d see his hero course classmates in the cafeteria. No one turns up Lunchrush’s food after all

He smiled and took your hand, lifting himself from the floor with a thankyou

“I’m Ojiro, by the way. You are...?”

He was rather polite to talk to the entire walk, his grip on your hand was soft, gentle, and his smile never seemed to waver

Kaminari

Swing yer partner round and round

“Oh this is my JAM!”

Mina excitedly turned up your shitty little radio before kicking herself up off the floor, grabbing Sero all in one quick motion

The two danced horribly off beat, you quickly guess Mina had never heard this song before in her life, just wanted to get moving

“Come on you two, it’s dance break time!”

You found yourself enraptured with her energy, already forgetting the homework you all were doing

Kaminari took your hand much like how Mina took Sero’s and began to dance just as off beat and spuratic as queen pinkie had

You laughed, stumbling with every step, same as the others, the giggling energy filling a previously silent room

Denki’s fingers dug into your knuckles as he smirked, suddenly spinning on his heel and dragging you with him

The two of you became a tornado in your tiny dorm room, barely keeping from knocking into your tea table as you spun like a couple of children

You could hear Mina cheer and laugh, a brief glanced told you Sero was recording this silly moment

You looked across the way at your dance partner

Spinning, laughing his head off like this was the most fun he’d ever had, eyes closed, caring not for his surroundings

You decided to let go

The momentum sent you both toppling, you safely into Mina, who was more then ready to catch you

Denki got the much less desirable aforementioned tea table, which sent him toppling backwards over the also aforementioned homework

If you all could have laughed any louder, you would

Bakugo

Sweaty hands

You always knew when Bakugo was going to hold your hand

He may think he’s smooth, wiping his hand on the pocket of his pants before reaching behind himself to grab at you

But you’d always notice

It was a good indicator you were walking too slow for his liking, or the area up ahead was crowed, or that he simply felt you were too far away

You couldn’t initiate holding hands, when he didn’t actively want to be in contact he’d keep his hands shoved deep in his pockets

So you just had to wait for him to wipe himself off and reach for you

You were free to wrap yourself around his arm whenever, though

He’ll look pissed, but won’t say a word

And if you move away, he’ll wipe his hand on his pants, and offer it to you, a silent plea for you to come back

Honenuki

Magic hands

You stretched out over the couch of the 1-B common room with a whine, the rest of your class in a similar state

Training was hell today, sparing with class 1-A was never a joke, and with Monoma egging the whole game up to be more than it should have been, it all just escalated to a point you all wish it hadn’t

“Alright, next.”

Honenuki, a godsend, your blessed angel, helped Tsuburaba off the second common room couch, his typically wide eyes closed and relaxed as he wobbled his way across the room

You happily took his place, stretching out on your stomach before your classmate with the magic powers of massage

His hands pressed into your back and you instantly relaxed, letting out a low hum as you snuggled the pillow under your chin

Honenuki returned your hum, his hands pressing into all your tenses spots, almost instantly releasing them from their knots

You’d probably have fallen asleep, if it wasn’t over so fast

He had the entire class to get though after all, though he hated to rush an art form

You took his hand as he helped you stand, the actual minute of his touch enough to wobble your legs

Kissing his knuckle and thanking him for sharing his magic, you found yourself plopped peacefully on the couch beside Tsuburaba

Honenuki chuckled at you as he called next, happy to be of service

Monoma

He’s showing off

You’d known for a while now Monoma didn’t know how to shut the fuck up

He’d brag about anything, over anyone, to everyone

He’d always loudly bragged about how much better his class was, how much stronger his friendships were, how absolutely amazing his partner was

You being said partner didn’t make said bragging less annoying

The two of you had been together less than an hour and he was already boasting about your perfection to all who would hear

Some genuine, loving, almost gaggingly sweet comments

Others just to rub it in the face of class 1-A as much as possible

A week into this relationship and people were starting to think you must be come kind of god with how Monoma spoke about you

You’d been on two dates with the guy

Now here you were, holding his hand on the walk to class, and regretting every step

As every single person who passed must take note of the fact you were holding his hand

And also must be aware how blessed he is to be holding your hand in return

And really you started to understand the concerned look Kendo gave you when you told her you’d agreed to date Neito Monoma

Still his words were genuine, no matter how they came across, and he truly had a million and one things to say about you

So you could hold though the embarrassment his overexcited bragging may cause

He just wants to show you off

Mirio

Quietly

You sat by his bed side, holding gently to his limp hand

Moments ago he was inconsolable, crying and screaming his lungs out

His quirk gone

His teacher gone

Everything he worked so hard for seemed to vanish in an instant

His grip, still so strong, had left your hand bruised, circulation cut off

It wasn’t a concern you really had

Sleeping, his pain was still so obvious

Bags under his eyes, dried streaks of tears still down his keeps

And your hand still tightly gripped in his

What would happen next, where he would go, who you all would become

They were all problems for the future

Tomorrow you could work on a solution

Tonight, you could hold his hand

[tsukishumai]

pairing: tsukishima kei x f!reader wc: 1k+ genre: fluff

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“Stop being so grumpy, it’s lame.”

Tsukishima manages to tear his eyes away from the empty seat he had been staring at for the past hour only to glare at his best friend.

Yamaguchi was staring back at him with his arms crossed, a knowing smile seemingly plastered on his lips.

“I’m not being grumpy,” Tsukishima snaps, leaning back against his chair.

“He says grumpily,” Yamaguchi rolls his eyes, though Tsukishima hadn’t noticed. His attention had returned to the vacant space usually occupied by the biggest pain in his ass.

Yamagachi narrows his eyes at the middle blocker. “And here I thought I would get one day of peace… I thought you’d be glad that she’s out for the day?”

Tsukishima doesn’t reply. Instead, he kicks Yamaguchi’s desk, making the captain turn around just as the bell rang to signify the end of lunch.

He should be glad you were out for the day. He could finally walk into class without you nagging him to take off his headphones. He didn’t have to argue with you about who got the better score on which test the teacher had prepared for that day. He can eat his lunch without you bothering him to eat a more balanced meal. He could actually walk down the halls without hearing your incorrigible voice chattering about how he walked too slow and he was causing “traffic”.

He’ll finally get a day of peace — one day without hearing the teasing lilt of your voice when you say his glasses are out of style, one day without the punches you throw at his arm because he said something rude about your hair. He should be relieved.

But as his teacher drones on about exponential functions and derivatives, Tsukishima could only focus on an uninhabited spot from which you were sure to have stuck your tongue at him if you were there.

Tsukishima wasn’t sure when class had ended, but he filtered out of the room along with the rest of his classmates, wondering if anyone else was just as perturbed by the sudden silence of Karasuno High School as he was.

He trudges along the halls in a daze, half expecting to hear you scream for him to wait for you so you could walk to the lockers together. As he changes from his school shoes to his sneakers, he finds himself imagining the snide comment he knows you’d make about his long legs.

Tsukishima slams his locker door shut, and he nearly jumps when Yamaguchi suddenly appears from the other side.

“Yamaguchi, what the —“

The green-haired boy shoves a stack of papers against Tsukishima’s chest.

“Can you drop these off to y/n’s? She missed a lot of work today, and I don’t want her to fall behind.”

Tsukishima catches his jaw before it could drop in surprise. “I’m sorry, what?”

Yamaguchi rolls his eyes. “I know you’ve been distracted all day, but are you really that slow right now? Work. Drop off. To y/n—“

Tsukishima snatches the paperwork from Yamaguchi’s hands with a snarl. “I heard you the first time,” he mumbled, flipping through the stack of worksheets he’d also received earlier that day, “Why do I have to go?”

Yamagachi actually laughs. “Don’t act like you haven’t been worried about her all day.”

“I wasn’t,” Tsukishima hisses, but he rocks on his heels before asking, “What about practice?”

Yamaguchi sighs at his best friend. “I’ll explain to Coach Ukai. Can you just go? You’re stressing me out.”

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Four heavy knocks on your front door had woken you up from your nap, and irritation flooded through you as you wrapped a blanket around your shoulders. You considered perhaps ignoring your surprise guest, but a second set of knocks had told you that they weren’t going anywhere any time soon.

You let out an ungodly groan as you sat up from your position on the couch and slowly hobbled your way over to see just who required your attention so urgently.

You swing open your front door, and you were suddenly questioning whether this was all just one, elaborate fever dream.

“What the hell are you doing answering the door while you’re sick?” Tsukishima nags, scowling at you from across your threshold.

“Tsukishima?” Your voice was still thick with sleep, gravelly and hoarse from the coughing you had been doing all day. You ignore his initial comment, still attempting to process the fact that Tsukishima Kei was standing in front of you. “What… are you doing here?”

Tsukishima looked as if he had no idea himself. He hands you the stack of papers in his left hand. “Yamaguchi told me to drop off the work you missed today.”

You carefully take the work from his grasp, your eyes never leaving his face while he looks anywhere but you.

“Thanks… but what’s that?”

You quirk an eyebrow as you point at the plastic bag Tsukishima had been carrying in his right hand, and he glares at the items as if they had just spilled his darkest secrets. He slowly rubs the back of his neck as he sighed, abruptly shoving the bag into your hand.

“Have you even eaten anything today?”

A smile spreads across your lips as you examine the contents of the bag — medicine, forehead cooling pads, juice, and soup. You pull out the container of warm broth that was already lifting your spirits, and looked up at the blushing blonde boy that had delivered it to you.

“Are you sure this isn’t poisoned,” you joked, and Tsukishima swiftly turned around and started to walk away from your door.

“WAIT— Tsukki, wait!” You laughed, but the aches in your body had prevented you from chasing after him.

He slowly turned back around to face you.

You opened your door a little wider, waving your homework in the air and asked, “Can you come explain what I missed?”

Tsukishima softened at the way you practically pouted. He sighed again, slowly turning and making his way back to you.

“I knew you were too dumb to get it on your own,” he mumbled when he walked passed your front door.

You let out a snort, rolling your eyes as you shut the door behind you.

“Whatever, Tsukishima.”

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a/n: prompt request for anon! <33 I know you said drabble but ily for requesting tsukki cause I’m in love with him (:

rbs v appreciated!

[paradoxolotl]

Okay, y’all asked for the rest of that Mama Bee scene, so here you go! First part is still attached but now you get the whole thing ~

Bee was late coming home. She was always home by six, because she liked to be home to have dinner together and to be there if Andrew needed help with his homework. He never did, but he had gotten used to her quiet presence in the background, quietly reading or knitting as he did his work. She was always there, and now, it was closer to seven and she still wasn’t home. Andrew didn’t like it when things changed. He didn’t like it when Bee, who had her house and life so very carefully arranged, deviated from the norm.

Frowning at the clock, the second hand a steady marching beat, Andrew dug his fingers into his arms. Something hot and prickly was creeping through his chest, and he didn’t know what it was. Bee kept trying to get him to use the stupid emotion wheel she kept in the living room, telling him it would help in identifying what he was feeling. Andrew didn’t care what he was feeling, he just needed it to stop.

The minute hand ticked over.

Maybe there was more traffic than usual. Maybe she needed to grab something at the store. His fingers dug harder into his skin. They were weak excuses at best, and he knew it. A voice in the back of his mind, growing louder by the minute, said she was at the agency. Telling them to come get him, to take him away.

The feeling spiked.

Lashing out, he knocked a plate of the counter, watching it shatter on the tile floor. Shards skittered towards him, glinting in the sunlight coming in through the window. He stared at them, tiny pinpricks, their edges sharp enough to burrow into his skin. His bare toes curled, his weight shifting.

“Andrew?”

Startling at the voice, Andrew stepped back, a shard digging into his heel. Burying his reaction down deep, he stared at Bee. She was looking at the mess on the floor, brows pinched together. Andrew’s mind was moving too fast, his body feeling too much, and he couldn’t tell if she was angry. She must be, because he broke a plate, and the pieces were blue which meant it was one of her favourites. People usually got angry at Andrew for much less.

She looked up at him, and Andrew felt his shoulders start to creep up. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like standing here, waiting for her to tell him he had to leave. He didn’t like not knowing what she was thinking.

“Andrew-”

“You are late,” he said, cutting her off.

Bee blinked, face smoothing out. “I am, and I am sorry about that.” She looked down at the floor again, and Andrew braced himself. “I’m going to go grab a broom. Stay there? I don’t want you stepping on anything.”

Andrew didn’t care if he stepped on anything else. His heel was burning, and when he shifted, he could feel how the tile beneath his foot was glowing slick. When he didn’t react, Bee stepped back, sending him one last look before disappearing down the hall. Looking down at his feet, at the shattered remains of the plate, Andrew felt something hot trickle down his throat.

He didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay here with Bee, where he had a lock on his door and Saturday grocery trips and someone to play cards with and where he felt warm and nice and safe. Rapidly, he ran through the last few months in his mind. There must have been something he did that was the last straw. Something that he could point to and know that that was when he had ruined his chance at a home.

Swallowing, he crouched down. He had always been awful to Bee. It was always his fault. He just wanted to fix this. Picking up the broken pieces, he planned how he would tell her how he would be better. He wouldn’t cause any more problems at school, he would keep the house clean, he would go see a stupid therapist, he would do anything if he could just stay.

The floorboards creaked, and Andrew tightened his grip on the pieces he had gathered, trying to sweep up the rest. His skin stung, tiny points of pain like constellations across his hands. He heard when Bee reached the kitchen doorway, her steps faltering. Looking up, he saw her looking at him with wide eyes, broom clutched tightly in her hands.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to. I’ll clean it up.”

“Andrew,” her voice was tight, and Andrew turned away, picking up another piece. “Andrew, stop.”

His hands were shaking. When he spoke, his voice was strained. “I didn’t mean it. I didn’t-”

“Shh,” she soothed. Her toes came into his vision, and then she was kneeling in front of him. Her hand hovered over his own. “Honey, you’re hurting yourself.”

“I broke a plate.”

“That’s why I went to grab the broom.”

Something was buzzing in his ear. He shook his head rapidly. “It was one of your favourites.”

“It’s just a plate, Andrew. Plates break sometimes. They’re not worth hurting yourself over.”

He shook his head again. She didn’t get it. He needed to fix this. He needed to make it so he was worth keeping.

Bee moved away, and Andrew choked down his words. His hand twitched, and fire ran up his arm. Ruined. He always ruined everything. His chest was tight, and everything felt too hot and too close. Just as he felt as if he was about to snap, Bee reappeared, placing a trashcan beside them. Slowly, she took Andrew’s hands and guided them to the bin.

“Let them go, Andrew,” she said softly. “It’s okay.”

Still unable to meet her eyes, Andrew opened his hands. The pieces fell, creating a small music of their own as they landed. Both of his palms were covered in tiny cuts, dots of red slowly appearing. On his left hand, a jagged piece was stuck in his skin, a stain slowly moving across it. In his peripheral, he saw Bee sweeping the broom across the kitchen, gathering up everything he had missed. He wanted to tell her to stop, that he would do it, but his jaw was locked and the words inside him felt too much like a scream.

Tapping the dustpan into the trash, Bee settled in front of him again. There was the sound of a zipper, as she opened up the first aid kit. Her hands were always soft and warm, and she took Andrew’s gently. He watched silently as she methodically removed all of the slivers in his skin, each one joining the others with a final tiny sound. She dapped each cut with antibiotic cream, not missing a single one. She saved the jagged piece for last, inspecting his hand before finally removing it. Blood pooled immediately, and Bee quickly pressed gauze into his hand.

Closing his fingers around it, he stared down at his hands.

“Your foot is bleeding.”

Shuffling around to sit cross legged on the floor, Andrew accepted the tweezers from her. She knew he didn’t like his feet being touched. Carefully, he eased out the last piece from his body, dropping it into the trash. Cleaning away the blood that had gathered, he kept his eyes on what he was doing, until he pressed a bandage over it. When he had nothing else to keep busy with, he focused on the trash, where Bee was dumping all of the used medical supplies.

“I didn’t mean to cause you any stress,” Bee said as she packed away the kit. “I was late, and I should have called you.”

“Where were you?” Andrew risked a glance up at her face, a pit opening in his stomach at the pinched expression he found. He knew the answer before she even opened her mouth. “The agency.”

She blinked at him before nodding slowly. “Yes, I was.”

“Why.” Why wasn’t he good enough? Why didn’t she want him anymore? Rage and hurt and panic rushed through him, and he curled his hands into fists to hide their shaking.

“I got a call today from a friend of mine. To offer me a job with a colligate Exy team they’re starting. I think their goal is honourable, and I would like to be a part of it.” Andrew blinked at her. That didn’t explain why she had to go to the agency. Her face was calm when she said, “It’s in South Carolina.”

He sucked in a sharp breath. It wouldn’t have mattered then, even if he had been perfect. Bee was leaving, and he couldn’t follow. No matter what he did, he couldn’t keep her.

“Okay,” he said quietly, pulling his knees up to his chest. He didn’t know why it hurt so much. He should have been used to this by now. “When are they coming to get me?”

Bee blinked rapidly before her face fell, “Andrew, honey, no. No one is coming to get you!”

“You’re moving,” he said, panic slowly clawing its way up his body.

“I might be moving, yes. But only if that’s okay with you. I don’t want to uproot your whole life for a job if you don’t want to.”

He stared at her, trying desperately to grapple with confusion and fear and what might have been hope. “It doesn’t matter what I want.”

“Of course it matters,” Bee said firmly.

He shook his head. If he told her that he didn’t want her to go, that he wanted her to stay with him, she would always resent him. She already said she wanted this job. He wouldn’t get in the way of that.

Something broke across her face, and then she was cupping his cheeks, cradling his face. “Andrew Joseph,” she said. “You don’t honestly think I would move without you, do you? If I take this job, you would be coming with me.”

Something in his chest snagged and tangled. “You were at the agency.”

“I needed some information,” she said, brushing his bangs off of his forehead. “I had been looking into this for a while, and with this job offer it feels a bit like things are lining up. If you don’t want it, I understand and won’t say anything else about it again. I’ll do whatever will make you happy, Andrew.”

“I don’t understand,” he said.

Bee’s hands fell into her lap, fingers clasped tight together. “I was thinking, if you would like,” she swallowed and took a deep breath before saying very carefully, “that I could adopt you. I’ve been looking into it for a while, and of course, the decision is up to you. I spoke to the agency, and it is possible to move us without adoption, if you’d prefer that, or we don’t have to move at all-”

She was rambling now, but Andrew couldn’t focus on what she was saying. He was stuck, frozen in time. A small tendril of warmth curled around him, and he held onto it tightly. “You want to keep me?”

Bee finally stopped, her shoulders falling. A smile was on her face, a little wobbly around the edges. “I really do. You’re my family, Andrew. With or without the papers. You can take time to think it over; it’s a big decision.” He could hear the hope threading through her voice, something she was trying to hold back for his sake.

“I don’t need to think about it,” he said, and she stilled, emotions crossing in her eyes too quickly for Andrew to place. Moving along the floor, he stopped beside her and wrapped his arms around her middle, his head falling on her shoulder. She smelled like lavender and sugar, and it filled him with a warmth that he had never truly felt before. Andrew blinked, but failed to keep back the tears gathering. They rolled down to fall onto the soft cotton of Bee’s shirt. He squeezed a little tighter, and her arms came up to hold him close. “Does this mean I get to call you mom now?”

Bee hiccupped a laugh, and she pressed a kiss to his hair. They stayed on the floor, holding each other close, neither willing to let go. When Bee’s fingers tucked his hair behind his ear, her own tears falling, Andrew felt a smile break across his face. For the first time in his life, Andrew had a home.

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Here’s a scene from after the move

And the original post, introducing the twinyards