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Jack and I are getting a dog!!!! So excited and nervous hehe
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( pair; keigo takami x introvert!worker!reader / golden retriever & black cat )
( short summary - you're a very quiet one, it piques his interest but he can't seem to find a way to be your friend )
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Imagine being ranked as Japan's number two hero. Fans, left and right, paparazzi everywhere, everyone wanting to be your friend. Of course, it's a wealthy life as well. Keigo knows his way around - he's fast, charming and observant.
Which is why you had caught his eye.
He recently hired you and you worked in his agency for about a week, normally you'd be friends and chill with him by now - but you were still in your own bubble. Hawks could mind his business, but what's a bit of fun going to do? He's friends with everyone in his line of work so why not?
"Hey (L/n)!" He cheers approaching your figure, your station in the corner away from everyone else. "Hm?" You hum in acknowledgement turning to look up at the boss.
"Wanna go out with a few peers of mine? We could go during lunch break!" He took the empty office chair beside yours and plopped onto it, childishly spinning around for a moment.
You stare at him, deciding. He knows that look of yours, he may act foolish but his eyes are as clear as a hawk; you'd turn him down unless he does something about it.
"May I know the purpose of this outing..?" You finally spoke, in which Hawks responds with an enthusiastic thumbs up. "You know how important bonding with my co-workers is! Come on (L/n) it's been a week you're always working!" He whines a little spinning on the office chair.
"Bonding..?" He chuckles to himself when you tilted your head.
"Yes! You can invite your friends too ya know? The more the merrier!"
He says so hopefully, no offense though he knew you would decline. He doesn't know why, but he's determined to know about his workers' lives. Yes, every single one of them.
"I'm afraid I'll have to decline Sir, if the purpose of this outing is fun and bonding, I'd rather not-"
"Pretty please?" He pushes, hoping you'd accept his offer. You sighed seeing he puckered his lips. "Okay." He internally cheers with joy in response to your answer.
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"(L/n)? You actually came!" One of your co-workers bounces up and down happily on discovery of your arrival. Shes a clingy one, she ran over and hugged your side relieved by your presence.
"Sir Hawks persisted, he said it was important so I came." She only sighed, "Oh you silly fellow... Always professional and serious.. loosen up will you?" She nudges your shoulder playfully.
"I'll try." Everyone who came for the hangout sweat dropped. Thankfully and finally, Hawks arrives.
"Greetings my sweets!" The vermillion winged man carries a few bags, same with a few of his feathers. "I've bought some gifts for my favorite minions!" They all gasp with joy, ripping the stapled bags open and seeing all of their likes, favorites and other things that went along with their hobbies.
You didn't open yours immediately, not wanting to. But out of respect, you decided to do so.
"I'm sorry (L/n).. I didn't know what to get you.." he says, worriedly watching you look inside the gift bag and pull out a simple purse.
Surprisingly, it was your style and color palette, it even matched the outfit you wore right now.
"Thank you, it's beautiful." You flashed him a small smile, bending a bit to give a small bow to which he quickly stops you with his feathers. "Oh you doof! Stop being so formal you're making me embarrassed!" He playfully jokes to which the others snicker.
"Guys come on I'm hungry!" One of your co-workers whine, looping an arm around your shoulder and the other girl's. She laughs; "Calm your appetite! We don't want you eating our clothes!"
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This whole time, he was watching you.
He was observing how you'd react, how you'd respond and how you would compose yourself. Yes, he is studying you. Hawks rested his cheek on his hand, staring at you with a calm expression on his face.
The hangout was indeed a success, he learnt something small- or maybe major about you.
You like being praised, appreciated and shown affection to.
No- you don't like it- from how the corner of your lips reacted it seemed as if you love it.
Hawks noticed this when you were taken aback by their sudden display of appreciation. They were thanking you for your hard work, being a helpful hand even though you were new.
And one more important thing, you lean to their touch. Like a magnet.
He thinks to himself, you're touch starved - was the first conclusion in his mind. But he has to confirm that suspicion first before jumping into anymore conclusions.
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In the next day, you both stayed in late at the agency, working on a report. He definitely did not purposely wait to finish this one and act clueless so he decided to call for your help. "I'm sorry if I'm bothering you." Hawks whispers, hugging a random pillow he grabbed from the couch.
"No worries, I'm happy to help." His eyes narrow, a small smile crept on his face. 'So diligent.' ; a comforting silence engulfs the large office, just the sound of fingers tapping away on the keyboard along with the scratch of a pen's ink on a paper.
He decides to be bold - breaking the silence.
"If I'm being honest, I want to know you better." Hawks says, but you don't pause your work to look at him. You only glanced at him for a moment, "Elaborate?" His eyes narrowed -
"Not gonna lie, I always have the need to know about my workers' lives. How they act, their personalities, likes and dislikes.." he trails off his gaze landing unto the ceiling. "I can't seem to know what you like, other than being a perfectionist it seems." He jokes.
"I'm sorry, I just want to be a good worker." You set the laptop aside on the couch and turn to look at him, "But for your sake, I want you to stop. I don't want you to waste your time on me, I'm very boring." You bluntly state, your fingers playing with the purse he had gifted you.
"I don't believe you." He suddenly says, giving you a thumbs down. "Everyone is different - like their fingerprints, there's always something unique."
You fall silent.
"I don't know you as much- but I feel like you're yearning for something.." he vocalises his 'small' suspicion, squinting his eyes and pouting his lips a little, a finger on his chin.
"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about."
"You're an introvert okay- but somethings up. Just now with that little edgy quote of yours? I think there's something wrong." You only tilt your head out of confusion.
"It feels weird to hear the word boring when describing someone!" He ruffled his own hair.
"No offense Sir, you won't really notice when you're one of the beings on top of the world." You had him speechless for a moment, and finally it kicked in;
"Boss! I'm so sorry! I got carried awa-" he suddenly cuts you off - with a roaring laughter.
"Pfft! I didn't expect that from you!" He roughly nudged your side with his shoulder playfully with a cheeky smile. "But if we're being serious- I'm pretty sure no one here thinks you're boring when you're literally carrying the agency on your back?" He says with sass.
"I'm-" "-only doing my job. Right?" He giggles when the corner of your lips twitched. This time, it was just comfortable silence, you and him. He couldn't help but stare at you, taking in the way the moonlight emphasizes your features.
"I like to talk."
Hawks halted in his tracks, raising an eyebrow; "What? You wanted to know about me." He blinked, "Sorry- I just didn't expect that.." he awkwardly says.
"I just didn't have the right friends. That's all I'll give you." You finish, picking up your things on the coffee table and shoving them in your work bag, handling it roughly but when it came to the purse-
He observed the way you handle it with tender care, as if it was a glass ornament, wearing it carefully but swiftly.
"I will be taking my leave, I've already completed the report." You bow lightly before stepping out the door, not looking back.
Now it was just Hawks; and Keigo Takami. You're a puzzle, but he was a mystery. With A sharp intellect like his, he can break you down easily.
You didn't seem to be boring, his intuition is sharp, accurate and clear. You might have not had the support you needed all those years ago- when you were young. But he's ready to make you open up, and maybe even teach you how to love again, to let someone into your heart again.
( : : imma be real with y'all I kinda do not like this one )
#hawks x reader#anime#bored#bnha#mha#keigo takami#bnha keigo#bnha hawks#mha hawks#hawks fic#hawks fluff#keigo x reader#keigo fluff#my hero academia hawks
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Various MML headcanons of mine because why not
In high school, Milo is either the tallest or shortest of the group with absolutely no in between. Melissa is definitely taller than Zack, though.
Dakota has absolutely used the time car to go to concerts and has no regrets about it. (Personally I see him enjoying Queen)
Elliot, Carl, and Veronica were all in the same graduating class. Elliot was a bit of an outcast, Veronica was one of the popular kids that was nice to everybody, and Carl was more focused on academics than socializing.
No one in universe ships Dakavendish more than Milo. My favorite take on this headcanon is that he literally thinks they’re married long before they get together. (“But we have different last names!” “Oh, I just kind of assumed Dakota-Cavendish was too long so everyone just called you by your original last names.” “Why does Dakota’s last name get to be first?”)
Sara wants to be involved in the TV industry, in hopes of Dr. Zone still being on when she’s old enough to be working on it. I see her as a writer or someone who helps make costumes.
I could make a separate post for my Dakavendish wedding headcanons, let me know if that’s something you’d like to see.
Mr. Drako knows the kids think he’s a vampire. I’m still not sure whether or not he actually is, but I do think he exaggerates it for the meme either way.
I know I said no one ships Dakavendish more than Milo, but Doof is in a close second. However, during the time Cavendish was rogue, he was convinced they were divorced. When Cavendish came back, he would constantly ask “So, does this mean you’re getting back together or what?” Cavendish couldn’t stand this.
Cavendish and Cavenpuss do not get along. I don’t need to elaborate. Also I’m dying at the mental image of Cavenpuss getting punted like a football. (“Why does that THING need to exist?” “I could easily say the same about you.” “YOU WOULDN’T EVEN EXIST WITHOUT ME!”)
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red brick wall | peter parker
mei and i were day dreaming about this in the dms for too long so i wrote it!!
summary: peter is much less coordinated than he likes to believe
warnings: the cutest spider boy you ever did see
wc: 857
gif by @lilsatinstark !
it’s just past dinner time, getting near to late evening as you lay atop your bed with a book held between your hands. peter had texted you about twenty minutes ago that he was on his way, just in time to make you scheduled weekly date night. you’d left the window open for him, hoping to forgo any small talk between him and your roommates so you could selfishly get your boyfriend all to yourself.
another few minutes pass, and you check your’s and peter’s text thread again,
petey♡
be there in twenty !
you
okay, window’s open :)
petey♡
love youuu
it had been over half an hour now, and you find yourself growing antsy as you indulge in the banter between elizabeth and mr.darcy as you wait for your friendly neighborhood doof.
thud.
the sound is solid when it hits the wall by your open window, and you promptly sit up, book falling closed in your lap.
“what the–” you start, quickly hopping off your bed to inspect what hit the side of your building. you assume it was one of the kids from the first floor trying to toss something at you and missing, but as you clamber from your bed your suspicions are put to rest.
“shit,” a familiar voice curses, “babe?” the voice twists into a groan.
“peter!?” you gape, voice wrapped in astonishment.
all you can hear outside is a few muffled grunts as he tries to shift over to the window you so graciously left as a point of entry for him. he looks ridiculous, wearing scuffed new balances and his signature tan cargo pants. his top half is accentuated by a tight white tee and his arms remain wrapped in a blue plaid button up, rolled to his elbows. it’s a typical outfit for the mundane superhero, but he has his mask pulled down over his face, and he’s dangling in front of you a web no doubt slung to the fire escape above you.
standing in the middle of your bedroom with your arms hanging limply by your sides, you stare at your boyfriend curiously. he’s wriggling relentlessly before you, trying to gain enough momentum to shift just a bit the right and step along your windowsill. he’s only using one hand, the other occupied by a small bunch of carnations with now broken stems, and his weight is offset by the undoubtedly heavy backpack slung over his opposite shoulder.
“petey?” you call amidst his struggling, stepping closer slightly, “baby, do you need some help?”
he promptly shakes his head, a gruff, “no,” coming out in another grunt, followed by an exasperated sigh when he finally gets a hold on something solid. “oh my god,” he pants, “that was embarrassing.” peter jumps down into your bedroom and peels his mask off. his face is flushed a deep red that flowers from his cheeks to his neck and ears, a product of exertion and disconcertment.
as he regains himself, he straightens his shirt and– wait, is that your shirt? you find yourself wondering– it doesn’t matter, and you shake yourself of the thought. “are you okay?” you step forward, arms extending to him as he drops his bag to your floor with a what seems to be a sigh mingled with a groan, his fingers still wrapped tightly around the pretty flowers.
“yeah, yeah i’m good,” he nods, “i got you these, sorry they're…kinda broken now.” his tone is so sheepish and endearing as he thrusts the small bundle forward.
sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you grin, “they’re beautiful petey, thank you.” you gingerly take the flowers from him and lay them on your desk. “i’ll grab a vase for them in a second, c’mere.” you outstretch your arms to him and walk forward. he sags against your body when you’re close enough, sighing heavily into your neck.
“m’ glad you like ‘em.” he mumbles, wrapping you up tightly in his firm arms, “nd’ i’m sorry i’m late, i stopped to grab them and then was in a rush…i can’t believe i missed the window.” he giggles, the sound falling perfectly into your neck, “my head hurts.”
this evokes a hearty laugh from you, “i’ll grab you some painkillers,” but when you try to pull away, peter pouts out a no and holds you a little tighter.
“stay here.”
you can’t move from his strong hold, but you don’t want to, so you wrap your arms just as tightly around his waist and lean up to kiss the scuff on his cheekbone, “is your mask torn?”
he turns his head so his cheek is resting on your shoulder, looking at his mask he’d dropped on the floor, “a little,” he observes.
“you looked a little silly with just it on,” you giggle, another pass of your lips to his cheek. “makes me wanna kiss you all over your face,” you gush.
“yes.” he says sternly, “yes, please do that.”
so you do, until the pained scowl on his thin lips is replaced with a blinding grin and he’s giggling at how ticklish your lips feel on his skin.
tags! @randomlimelightxxx @baby-bearie @averysbestyears @would-you-tell-me-who-you-are @my-fangirling-outlet @hiya-its-amber @theduckgoesquack @hllandvibbes @21burritoseavey @starksview @kayasholland @bxmaaa @ddejavvu @belovedholland @lolalee24 @inthegetawaycarwithtaylah
#tsh#peter parker#tom!peter x reader#peter parker fluff#peter parker concepts#peter parker imagine#peter parker blurb#peter parker x y/n#peter parker fic#peter parker fanfiction#peter parker x reader
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Fucking. Hell. That was so worth the wait. That was horrifying. That was amazing. Spoilers ahead for christmas eastenders in case someone stumbles upon this post
LOVED seeing nish get done in by all the girls that was fucking amazing. That was the best fucking thing ever. I loved that you saw the build up of it for him too. Suki refusing. Her not playing along. Stacey chiming in. The rest of them bouncing off of each other. Them laughing. They were humiliating him. He gets vulnerable, tries to sway their opinions of him. The final blow: I can't bear to look at you. Boom.
I saw Keanu coming. The attack at least. I knew he'd attack her. I'm not shocked. It was all building up for him and they've given us little hints of his controlling/abusive behaviour. With karen, with sharon, with bernie. I'm honestly glad he's dead.
Dean. Fucking. Horrifying. I hate that disgusting little rat. Moving the picture of Mick. The present. The door. All little things to make her feel like she's going mad. She doesn't have any evidence it was him, but she knows. She knows. And with his account of her being crazy, him letting people know that's what he thinks. When this comes out, he'll have his own sick sort of evidence. I hate him. I despise him.
God it was just so good. Ravi holding back Nish. That was genuinely just so good I needed that. All of the lasses being angry and out for revenge. Good lord.
Absolutely bawling at nish still being alive. That's not fucking allowed. The fact suki refrained from giving mouth to mouth. Fucking hell. I hope he dies in hospital. Really hope. Not sure he will though.
If they don't get away with it I'm going to have a tantrum. I know they will. It'll be a big complicated thing and maybe instead of him dying, nish will get out and come for eve but he wont kill her and we'll finally finally get to see suki and eve happy together publicly. I suppose if he does die there's no one to fight their claims so maybe he'll live. For the drama.
Suki's coming out scene. I literally nearly cried. Oh my god. Suki Panesar i fucking love you.
I was NOT expecting a second murder. That shook me. Wasn't expecting Keanu. Wasn't expecting him to try and take albie either. I thought he'd come in and that'd be it. Doof doof. Keanus gunna be the opposing statement because he's pathetic and angry. Or, my mum suggested that they'd pin it on him. But then he does try to take albie, he does attack sharon. Nearly kill her. He tries to kill her.
Ravi's been knocked out, though I assume somebody's found him. Priya, avani, nugget. Whoever.
Eve is still with jack. Eve is safe at the moment.
Both of the attacks from the six were self defence. They have each other to back each other up. They just have to make sure they tell the truth. The whole truth and nothing but the truth. Otherwise they'll fuck it up.
#rain rambles#eastenders#ee#the six#suki panesar#stacey slater#kathy cotton#denise fox#denise branning#?#sharon watts#nish panesar#🤢#eastenders christmas#it was a 9?? months wait and it was WORTH IT#lived up to the hype#GOD that was fantastic
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Okie so Can I request some headcanons for atsumu tsukishima and kuroo who has an s/o who's more reserved and likes to read and often likes to just be comfertable like they climb into their lap while reading or using their laptop because they feel more comfortable that way in public or not,and the s/o has really dry humor and makes jokes about some of there classmates but in a super subtle way that makes you have to really think about what they said.1/2
ATSUMU, KUROO, AND TSUKISHIMA WITH A S/O THAT LIKES TO READ
atsumu x reader, kuroo x reader, tsukishima x reader
genre. fluff
warnings. language
word count. 2k
part 2 of the ask
note. there was a lot of stuff in this request so i hope i got most of what you were asking for!!
ATSUMU
— you two met because you were reading at the park when suddenly a ball came flying over your head
— like straight up WHOOSH (probably could have taken your head off lmao)
— you were just trying to finish this book you were reading, and so you were really irritated when this blonde guy runs up to you
— “oh shit sorry! did ya get hit anywhere?”
— now, of course you knew who he was because how could you not when this dude is notorious for being an asshole at your school
—you’re not really one to really judge until you meet someone though, so you didn’t immediately tell him to go away
— you mumbled something like “does he usually almost murder people on a daily basis?” under your breath
— atsumu heard you and had the nerve to smile
— “i’d never attempt to murder someone as pretty as you, darlin’”
— you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes
— you ignored him and he was like “whaaa??” cause this dude could get any girl to talk to him and you just ignored him
— at that point, he’d picked up the volleyball and was just watching you as you went back to your reading (not in a weird way or anything lmao)
— you knew he was staring, but you refused to look up
— “whatcha’ readin’?”
— “don’t you have anyone else, like literally anyone else, that you can be bothering right now?”
— he smirked and then shrugged “no, not really”
— you ended up looking up at him and then back at your book before standing up and leaving him where he was standing without saying another word
— oh man, this doof is whipped from then on
— let’s just say he warms up to you because you find out that he’s actually kind of funny (like he’ll make jokes about the classmates that he knows don’t like him and you have to fight a laugh because this man has absolutely no shame and says what you’re thinking but are too afraid to say out loud)
— you know you should be telling him off for doing so, but you agree in your head so it seems hypocritical to tell him to stop
— he’s funny in other ways too
— like he straight up guffaws with this ugly laugh and you have to wonder why exactly it is that this guy is so popular with the girls
— well it’s this guy that wormed into your heart, so really you can’t be talking
— he’s also strangely interested in your books? he never reads them, but he genuinely listens when you rant about this character or this ending that you don’t like because he likes how you don’t have a filter when absolutely bashing a character or book
— when you start talking about how annoying a character is and how you wish they’d fallen into some sort of pit ... atsumu’s on the floor with laughter
— he gets all heart eyes when you talk about something in the book that you do like because you have that cute little smile on your face that you never show him otherwise
— so when you eventually start dating him, he fully understands how much you like to read (he doesn’t mind it either because you’ll sometimes go to his practices and just read on the sidelines, or when he doesn’t have time to spend time with you because of volleyball he doesn’t feel as bad because you were gonna catch up on your current book anyway)
— LOVES it when you climb on his lap and curl up against him while you read
— he’s like a giant tsum tsum (pun intended)
— if he’s not doing anything while you’re on his lap, sometimes he’ll lay his chin on your shoulder and read along with you (which he turns into some kind of game because he has to read extra fast so that he can read the whole page before you turn the page)
— you eventually catch on to what he’s doing so you make it your personal vendetta to read faster than him
— one day he catches you reading a book on the couch while wearing his sweatshirt
— he thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world
— he’s already taken a picture of you and made it his lockscreen before you even notice what’s happening
— he may or may not also have that picture on his wall just so he can smile at it before falling asleep
— this guy hates paying attention in class, so when you send him a text about how something just happened in your book in the middle of class, he eagerly responds right away
— has absolutely no clue what you’re on about because he doesn’t really pay attention to what’s happening in your books, but he’s genuinely interested in you talking about them because he likes the way you get so excited
— will text like “what?? no way” or “hell yea get him!!”
— basically really short texts because he’d much rather read about you ranting than actually contribute to the conversation
— sometimes you’ll send him updates about your book while he’s at practice or while he’s sleeping so he can’t answer right away
— he absolutely crashes no later than 12 AM because he’s tired from practice, so he doesn’t read your 1 AM screaming session until he wakes up in the morning
— he’ll laugh at his phone because there’s just this stream of messages about you freaking out over something
— osamu hits him with a pillow sometimes when he starts loudly laughing at 6 in the morning after reading your texts
KUROO
— THIS MAN IS A STRAIGHT UP NERD
— like he literally reads chemistry books for fun (i know he does. you cannot fight me on this. he does.)
— he’s best friends with kenma so he already knows what it’s like when someone he cares about is super engrossed in something that they don’t want to be bothered with
— he’ll come over to your house just to do homework while you read
— sometimes if his hand starts to cramp up while writing he’ll plop down right next to you and try to get a look at the page you’re reading
— you literally have to fight the urge to swat him away
— because HIS HAIR
— HIS HAIR GETS IN THE WAY
— like you’ll be reading and suddenly this big mess of black hair obscures your vision
— one time he did that right as you were about to get to the really good part of the story and you almost took scissors and cut all of his hair off right then and there
— after the first time he does it he realizes it annoys you
— so naturally he does it as many times as he can
— you started to catch on after he did it a few times, so now every time he gets off his bed while you’re reading, you literally sprint to your bathroom and lock yourself in
— cue his hyena laugh
— will literally stand at the door of your bathroom and bother you until you have no choice but to come out (you glare at him when you do and he thinks it’s so cute so he does this a lot)
— to get back at him you start to climb into his lap while he’s doing homework and refuse to budge
— at first it’s just for revenge purposes, but he is literally the most comfortable pillow
— you take any chance you get and crawl into his lap after that
— you stole his shirt once because it was a graphic tee of this character from one of your books
— kuroo’s eyes nearly fall out of his head when he sees you wearing it
— “take my entire closet. take it. you can keep anything forever because you look so good wow.”
— one time he was doing homework when you slammed your book shut and screamed into your pillow
— he just stared at you for a good minute while you did that
— when you stopped screaming he waited a little bit to ask what was wrong because he was kinda scared to ask
— when you told him it was because of your book he practically melted
— “literally marry me right now oh my god???”
— sometimes you’ll text him in class about the book you’re reading, but he won’t read it until after the class is over because he actually pays attention in class (which you tease him for)
— after class though he’ll greet you by asking about what happened in the book because he is literally invested in anything you text him about when it comes to what you’re reading
— like he literally yelled “WHAT??” in the middle of the gym after one of his practices because he was so distraught over you texting him to say that his favorite character died
— everyone on the team thought they got in trouble or something, so when this absolute nerd goes “oh shit sorry *insert character name here* just died in this book Y/N is reading” the team loses their shit
TSUKISHIMA
— you two met because you sat next to him once in the library
— he doesn’t usually spend time in the library, but yamaguchi was out sick that day so he decided it was his best bet since he wasn’t keen on talking to anyone that day
— he practically glared at you when you pulled on the chair across from him and sat down
— at first, you thought he was glaring at something behind you, so you turned around and there was nothing there
— you realized that he was glaring at you, but you were not phased in the slightest
— “are you alright? you look like you’re envisioning a very slow and painful death for me.”
— he actually almost smiled at that. almost.
— after that, he stopped glaring at you, but he didn’t say a word in response
— you didn’t mind because you were just there to read in silence anyway
— he came to the library more often after that
— he told himself that it was because he didn’t want to give kageyama or hinata the chance to corner him for homework help, but really he was there because of you
— he always sat at the same table and you always sat in the seat across from him
— it became like a little routine between you two
— one time he was doing his homework and you were reading when you caught him sneaking glances at you
— you kept quiet about it though because you knew he’d deny it if you asked
— after a few months of only seeing each other in the library and never talking, he’s the first one to break the silence
— “do you … do you read anywhere else?”
— at first, you’re offended
— but then you look closer and see the little blush on his cheeks and suddenly you realize what’s going on
— you don’t look up from your book when you say, “i read at the bakery down the street sometimes. i think i’ll be there this saturday at noon”
— low and behold he actually shows up at the bakery that saturday
— he’s sitting at one of the tables with a plate of strawberry shortcake and he’s picking at it like he’s angry with it
— “gee, what did the poor shortcake ever do?”
— he looks so nervous when he looks up and you think it’s the cutest thing ever
— you both consider that day in the bakery your first date (spoiler alert: it actually went really well)
— after that, you would meet at the library and one of you would state a place and a time where you would be and just hope that the other shows up
— he always shows up to yours. you always show up to his.
— you two never really have a talk about making it official, it just sort of happens??
— dates with him after you two become a “thing” consist of you reading while he watches weird documentaries about insects
— he just likes the feeling of having you around so it doesn’t bother him when you don’t want to watch the documentary with him
— you two will sometimes sit at the park during a date and just make weird assumptions about the people walking by and each assumption becomes an inside joke between the two of you (“i bet he went to a culinary school but can’t cook” or “she probably has three cats at home that she knits little sweaters for”)
— he is not very keen on physical affection (even when you’re alone)
— but he eventually warms up to you. just a little bit.
— it takes you a long time to convince him to let you sit on his lap for even a second so the second time that you decide to crawl into his lap while he’s watching another documentary he goes
— “what are you doing?”
— you’re kind of a little shit so you just smile to yourself and say “reading.”
— you can practically hear the gears turning in his brain
— for a second you think that he might actually push you off
— but then he relaxes
— he doesn’t put his hands anywhere on you while you’re in his lap but you already know that him letting you sit there for longer than a minute is one of the longest showings of affection you’ll get from him so you just snuggle further into him and he relaxes
— you also send him a lot of texts about your books
— literally his number might as well be saved as goodreads on your phone because his number is like a review dump for you
— i’m talking full-on paragraphs of analysis and little reactions that probably span as 15 messages in a row
— sometimes he replies and sometimes he doesn’t
— when he doesn’t reply, he’ll ask you about the book the next time you see each other though
— he might say it’s annoying but you know that he secretly loves it when you text him your reviews and reactions
— when he can’t sleep he’ll text you at 1 AM and ask you how the book you’re reading is going
— he falls asleep with a smile on his face after he basically gets a whole novel worth of text messages from you
requests are open!!
#haikyuu x reader#atsumu x reader#kuroo tetsuro x reader#kuroo headcanons#kuroo x reader#atsumu headcanons#miya atsumu#miya atsumu x reader#tsukishima kei#tsukishima headcanons#tsukishima x reader#haikyuu#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu hcs#haikyuu!!
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Stuck in Westview
Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader
Request by Anon: Okay, okay, so I had an idea and idk you'll do it but it's worth a shot. Plant mutation reader x Peter where they both get stuck in Westview? I haven't really thought about it past that, so the rest is up to you!
A/n: The more I wrote this one the less I liked how it was turning out but I didn’t want to leave you hanging so I tried my best. I hope you like it.
Warnings: Language
Word Count: 2689
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You didn’t remember much when the two of you first arrived in Westview. But you were with Peter and he seemed to know where he was going so you felt fine about it. You were ecstatic when the two of you walked up to the door and Wanda answered it. You’ve always wanted to meet Peter’s sister and now that you were, you felt like you were in a dream. Actually the whole time you’ve been in Westview has felt like a dream.
“You alright baby?” Peter’s voice breaks you out of whatever trance you were in and you look at him.
“Yeah, I’m good just lost in thought I guess, sorry.”
“You’re fine dear.” Wanda speaks as Peter wraps an arm around your shoulders and Vision comes down with a blanket and some pillows. “I uh, hope the couch will be fine for the two of you. The spare room still isn’t ready; we weren’t exactly expecting company.”
“The couch will be just fine Wanda.”
“Yeah sis, just gives us an excuse to be pressed against each other all night.” Wanda scoffs at Peter before bidding the two of you a goodnight.
“She’s nice.” You tell Peter as the two of you settle down to sleep.
“Yeah. I’m glad the two of you get along.” He yawns and kisses the top of your head as he pulls you into his chest.
In the morning you wake up well before Peter like normal. Though it was more the afternoon than the morning, you may always wake up before your boyfriend but you did end up adopting his poor sleep schedule. You lay next to him relishing in his warmth for a while before getting up and making your way into the kitchen for some cereal. Tommy comes down first and heads to the kitchen before Billy comes down dressed in a costume.
“Halloween’s a magical holiday. All about family, friends, and the thrill of getting to be someone else for a day.” You think that he’s speaking to you at first but very quickly realize it’s like he’s talking to an imaginary audience. Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion as you watch him from your spot on the couch at Peter's feet. You shake your head assuming it was just a kid thing and pick up your bowl to put it in the sink. “Where’s your costume Tommy?”
“This is my costume. I’m the cool twin.”
“Then what does that make me?”
“Hmm, a dorkasaurus rex.” You hold in the chuckle that wants to escape as the joke seems to fly over Billy’s head as he tells his twin that it's not a real dinosaur. You high five Tommy when Billy leaves the kitchen with a smile before he follows his brother. The two of them bicker about Billy being scared of Peter not realizing that they’ve woken him up.
“Blood is thicker than water! I show you!” You laugh as you watch Peter chase the kids around from the kitchen doorway. When Wanda comes down the stairs complaining about the noise you walk over to them and take your place next to Peter, who immediately wraps an arm around you bringing you closer to him.
“I’m a Sokovian fortune teller.”
“Wow. That is so…lame.” You elbow him in the ribs when his statement causes Tommy to change his own from rad to lame.
“I think you look great! If you didn’t have a husband I’d leave this doof and try getting with the better twin.” Wanda blushes slightly and laughs at your words.
While Peter and Wanda talk about old Halloween’s you follow the twins to the couch to play video games with them. When Billy starts to talk to the invisible audience once more you look at him confused again before looking to see if Tommy noticed it too but he’s either too focused on the game or doesn’t see anything weird about it. Peter makes his way over eventually chuckling at something that happened. You give him your spot on the floor and sit behind him on the couch.
“Hey babe you wanna go get 4 sodas from the fridge and we’ll teach these rugrats how to shotgun?” You just shrug and nod before getting up. “Get out of here, get out of here.” Peters trying to slap Tommy’s controller out of his hands to distract him as you juggle the four cans to the couch. You hand them out to the three boys before taking your spot again. Peter makes the holes in the bottom of their cans so they don’t hurt themselves trying and goes to do it for you just to find yours already done. “Alright when I give the signal you bring the hole to your mouth and open the can.” He makes sure they understand before exclaiming a ‘go’. Wanda and Vision soon start to fight and Billy once again speaks to the audience and Peter and you share a look after he scrunches his eyebrows up and looks to see if Tommy’s reacting.
You must have zoned out after that though because the next thing you know Peters scaring Wanda at the door and Visions gone. When did they talk about shaving cream in water balloons you find yourself wondering as you overhear the conversation. It must’ve just happened when you were in your head again.
“You don’t even have a costume.” Peter scoffs and then speeds off somewhere with Tommy to return in matching costumes that go with his power perfectly. “If I see any funny business, I am going to magic you into a pickled herring.”
“Y/n I got you a costume too!” Peter speeds in front of you and drops a bag in your lap.
“What is it?”
“Just go put it on.” He pulls you to your feet and starts to push you towards the stairs. You can’t help but laugh after you get into the bathroom and open the bag up to find a Poison Ivy costume. Once you finish putting it on you notice part of an ivy plant still in the bag with a note from Peter reading ‘To make it more realistic ;)-P’.
“Are you boys ready?” Wanda’s voice greets your ears as you make your way back downstairs.
“Yeah mom.” The twins speak at the same time and rush up to their mom who places her hands on their shoulders.
“Pietro, you better not be bringing any shaving cream filled water balloons!” You don’t dwell long on the fact that Wanda’s been calling him Pietro, he’s already told you that when he and his mom moved to the states she had him start going by Peter. And now only his family really calls him Pietro even though they’ve gotten into the habit of using Peter instead.
“I’m not! See empty handed.” The sound of your laughter as Peter appeared in front of the family holding his hands out as proof drew all of their attention to you. “You look great babe. I dig the crown thing you’ve got going on.” You had decided to grow the ivy around your head and then around the rest of your body randomly from there.
“Thanks.” You blush a bit at the attention as you join the four of them in front of the door.
“Woah aunt Y/n, who are you supposed to be?” Tommy asks as he takes in all the green.
“Have you guys really never seen a Batman show or read the comics? She’s Poison Ivy also known as Mother Nature, it fits Y/n a lot considering her power.”
“Her power?” Wanda asks as Billy asks you what it is.
“I can control plants.” You shrug it off because it’s not a big deal, there were plenty of cooler mutations than yours anyway (even if Peter would yell at you for thinking that).
“That’s so rad!” Peter high fives Tommy in agreement excited that his nephew likes it as much as he does.
“How did you get it?” Before you can tell Wanda that you were born with it, Peter gives her some bogus story that’s really similar to Poison Ivy's origin story. You’re confused because it doesn’t make sense for him to lie about it but you don’t have a chance to correct him before he’s taking your hand and pulling you out of the house to ‘get this party started’.
You watch smiling as Tommy and Billy race from house to house to see who can get the most candy and tune into what Wanda and Peter were talking about in time to hear him say she’s testing him. Why would she be testing him, for what?
“Hey, it’s cool. I know I look different.”
“Why do you...look different?” Look different? You turn to really study and look at Peter to try to see what she means. The only thing that’s different is that his hair is more blonde but that’s about it, it’s not some major change or anything. When the twins come back ready to keep moving down the street Peter brings you into a side hug and places a kiss on your temple before running with them to get more candy. Though you notice that Billy holds onto Tommy and Peter doesn’t even try to hold onto the backs of their necks. What happened to whiplash?
As everything starts to feel off to you and you try to figure things out your head starts to feel hazy and it’s like your body goes on autopilot as you strike up conversation with Wanda. It’s like an out of body experience as you basically just watch the conversation happen without knowing what’s being said. You feel so lost and empty right in this moment and it only fades a little when Wanda starts to talk to someone else. You don’t fully snap back into it until Peter laces his hand in yours again.
“Pete,” you say to him when Wanda and the kids walk ahead of you, “I feel strange.”
“What kind of strange?” He places a hand on your forehead to check if you’re warm. “You don’t have a fever. Are you queasy? Do you wanna go back to the house?”
“No, it’s not that I feel sick. I just, I don’t know how to explain it. I feel like a prisoner in my own body.”
“I think I know what you mean. It happens very suddenly right? And then something snaps you out of it and you feel better?”
“Yeah that’s it.”
“Uncle P are you coming?” Tommy’s voice pulls the two of your attention to them and Peter plasters a smile on his face.
“Sure am little dude, just had to tell your aunt how hot she looks again!” He pulls you behind him as he catches up with his family. The five of you make your way to the town square scare as it starts to become night.
“It’s so lame that you’re making them return the candy.” Peter says after a moment of silence passes from when Wanda scolded the twins for stealing it in the first place.
“I can’t believe what a bad influence you are?” You start to think about her words, you know it’s been a while since they’ve seen eachother but surely this is what Peter acted like growing up. It’s definitely how he’s acted the whole time you knew him.
“It’s what you wanted isn’t it?”
“What happened to your accent?”
“What happened to yours?” You watch as they seem to have a mini showdown challenging the other. “Details are fuzzy, man. I got shot like a chump on the street for no reason at all and next thing I know I hear you callin me. I knew you needed me.” His words don’t sit well with you, they don’t sound right but something in the back of your head makes you trust them.
“Uncle P, guess what?” The twins run up and semi break the tension in the air with their excitement.
“They’ve got full size candy bars a few blocks up. Can we go Mom?” Tommy then speeds away and comes back with some of the bars in his hand. You and Peter look at eachother shocked and you can see the excitement on his face that his nephew has the same power as him.
“Right on, little dude! Chip off the old Maximoff block. You got super speed!”
“I do?”
“Yeah!” The two of them high five with big excited smiles on their faces and you stand back with an adoring one. Peter may be a bad influence but he’s really just so good with kids. When Tommy starts to speed around whooping in joy you step closer to Peter and wrap your arms around his stomach smiling up at him.
“If you’re gonna break the sound barrier at least take your brother with you.”
“Really?”
“Yes really. And please just remember-”
“Don’t go past Ellis Avenue. We know mom.” After the twins run off and Wanda yells after them to be careful the three of you continue on your way to the town square where kids are running rampant and hay bales have been set up.
“This is so nice.” You say as you look around.
“Isn’t it?” Wanda responds and smiles over at you.
“Damn it, if Westview, New Jersey isn’t charming as hell.”
“I know that you guys must think that I’ve gone full soccer mom. But it really is nice right?” The three of you sit down on one of the hay bales in the center of town square. You smile and agree with her as Peter brings your legs over one of his and squeezes your thigh.
“I think mom and dad would’ve loved it.” You want to speak up and ask if Wanda knew about Erik but suddenly you couldn’t speak, it was like your lips were being forced closed. You started to feel that sense of being a prisoner again and as if he could sense your panic Peter squeezes your thigh again as he and Wanda talk about the kids in Westview. “I’m impressed seriously, it’s a big upgrade from giving people nightmares and shooting red wiggly woos out of your hand.” Leave it to Peter for being impressed when his family members do something people consider wrong. “I’m not some stranger, and I’m not your husband. You can talk to me, and Y/n too. She’s one of the kindest people I’ve ever met.”
“I don’t know how I did it. I only remember feeling completely alone. Empty. I just...endless nothingness.” She looks away and sniffles a bit before looking back over and gasping while covering her face.
“Are you okay?” You finally find your lips free in time to worry about Wanda and ask if she’s alright.
“I’m fine.”
“Uh huh.” Peter glances over at you as he hums not believing her.
“Mom!” The twins then rush over with Billy yelling for her over and over again.
“What is it Billy?”
“I hear dad in my head. He’s in trouble. I don’t understand. What’s happening to me?”
“I think Billy might have powers too.” You whisper to Peter as the two of you get up and walk over to the trio.
“Where is he? Where’s your dad?”
“Hey, don’t sweat it sis. It’s not like your dead husband can die twice.” Wanda’s quick to force him into the fake graveyard after he speaks.
“Oh my god!” You run over to Peter as Wanda’s attention goes back to her kids.
“God why did I say that?” Peter’s rubbing his head when you make it to him.
“Peter, Peter I think we should go.” You see Wanda getting ready to use her power again before looking back at Peter. “Now!” He grabs onto you and runs back to Wanda’s street. The hold that was in your mind is gone now and you can remember getting pulled into this city before not remembering anything. “Shit, Peter I don’t think we belong here.”
“I think you’re right baby. Let’s find a way out of here.”
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Slow Down - Chapter 1
a/n: hiii, okay this decision was very last minute but I hope you enjoy!
Summary: Daniel and Y/n are best friends, but like every clique love story lol, Daniel fell for Y/n, though he’s never admitted his feelings because Y/n has a boyfriend. After their exams, the group of friends decide to go on a “California-cation” (see what I did there haha) but Y/n’s boyfriend also tags along. It gets a little interesting and I guess you’ll just have to see how things go...
“Thank you for your hard work and determination throughout the year, you are dismissed. Happy Holidays!” Ms Holland sighed gently, pulling a small grin as she watched the students get up from their seats. She laid back in her office chair tiredly and sipped her coffee as the clusters of university students sauntered out of the big exam room.
“Daniel!” Y/n made a b line to her best friend as soon as she got up from her seat, nearly scaring him to death and she called his name. “Geez Y/n, you scared the crap outta me”. Her brunette hair rested in front of her face as she looked up at the tall blue eyed boy in front of her.
Y/n giggled lightly, “sorry, I’m just so excited! Like that’s it! That was our last exam! Aren’t you excited? Bro, I have so many ideas for things we could do now. We could go hiking! I found this amazing trail and-” Y/n had to take a deep breath before continuing as Daniel stood in front of her, nearly amazed at her excitement. “And we-”
“Alright, slow down Y/n” Daniel chuckled lightly and Y/n smiled bashfully before looking down at the floor. Y/n always rambled on and on when she was excited, it was one of Daniel’s favourite things about her. Daniel picked up his bag and offered a hand out to take Y/n’s. After she whispered a gentle “thank you” and handed over her small blue backpack, the pair of best friends made their way out of the exam room.
Daniel broke the silence first, “I actually had an idea myself…” Daniel said, looking over at y/n who was gesturing for him to continue. “What if we went camping this weekend? We could take a short road trip to Malibu and I think it’ll be really fun…?” Daniel shrugged and looked over to y/n.
“Yeah! That actually sounds really fun!” Y/n agreed.
“Great.” Daniel said quietly, smiling to himself as he saw the boys walk over.
“Hey guys! How was your exam? I bet it was tough, but we have our holidays now!” Jonah said excitedly.
“Yeah, it was okay...” Y/n said gently and looked at Daniel quickly “we were actually thinking of going camping this weekend, you guys wanna come?”
“Dudeee, that’s the best thing I’ve heard all week. Of course I wanna come.” Jack gushed and the other boys agreed.
‘And guys! I can bring Grayson! He loves the outdoors, and you guys can meet him properly now!” Y/n said excitedly. The boys smiles slightly faltered at those words, particularly Daniel’s. Y/n jumped up and giggled with pure joy, oblivious to their expressions. She stepped back and pulled out her phone quickly to call Grayson.
Daniel tried not to make it obvious, but he wasn’t happy and he looked over to the guys who shared sympathetic looks. “Bro don’t even worry about it. We’ll still have so much fun…” Jonah said as he rested his hand on Daniel’s arm reassuringly.
“It’s always Grayson this and Grayson that…” Daniel grumbled sadly as he fidgeted with the rings on his finger.
“Come on, Dani...you can’t spend all your time wallowing about this. She loves him, they’re dating after all.” Zach said, slightly irritated. Daniel slightly sniffled as he bowed his head down. Corbyn, who stood beside him, sent him a glare as if to silently say “don’t say that”.
“Listen bro, don’t worry about it. If you guys are meant to be together, everything will work out.” Jonah said, trying to raise Daniel’s spirits.
Daniel lifted his head and nodded slightly, forcing a gentle smile as he saw Y/n approach them with her phone in her hand.
“Sorry I took a while guys, but I talked to Gray, and he would love to come. It’s going to be great!” Y/n said excitedly. The boys agreed with no hesitation and Daniel tried desperately to hide his sadness.
He loved Y/n, he really did, and he wanted her to be happy, but he hated the thought of her with someone who wasn’t him. He looked ahead at his friends. Y/n’s brunette hair rested lightly on her shoulders, swishing lightly as she talked to Jonah. Her green eyes sparkled with joy and a light shade of red dusted over her cheeks. Daniel’s pulse quickened instantly at the sight of her. He dragged himself from the depths of self pity right away and joined his friends.
“Dani! We were just talking about the trip!” Y/n said, her voice laced with excitement. “Are you okay to plan out where we’ll stay?” She asked.
“Yeah, don't worry, I’m the master of camping.” Daniel said proudly. Y/n giggled “the master? Yeah right. Remember that one time you got so scared of those spiders? You’re a complete doof” Y/n joked and started walking ahead. The boys all laughed loudly at Y/n’s teasing remark.
Daniel smacked her arm jokingly, “Hey, you’re the doof and those spiders were huge!” Daniel said matter - of - factly. Y/n merely laughed and walked ahead to catch up with the rest of the boys.
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All is found
Summary: you are new to the group and have still struggle to get along with Billy until an incident brings you both a bit more together
pairings: Billy Butcher x reader
Note: My first writing since years(!), english is not my native language (thats why I didn’t even dare to write Billy in his accent), i tried to make Billy a bit soft in this story hope it worked out
Word count: ca. 2600
The whole group made a little trip outside off town to interview a formal worker of Vought.It was your fourth week, working with all of this people.And even tough you had the feeling, that you never really fit in, since you happened to come in this group by accident, today you had a really good feeling for the first time, that this stupid time of uneasiness and distrust was over.
Other then the rest Vought didn't know you, nor were you an official woker or a vicitm off this company.Hughie simply walked into your store, completly in a state of shock and spilled almost everything of his last months and all the horrible stuff that had happened to him and all the things he found out about americas beloved heros.
After your shock started to fade away, you took him by the arm and shoved him with you in a more hidden corner of the store.No words or hugs could comfort him , this dude was done with this world, only after several minutes he would calm down.Once this was done, you promised to support him and his little group.Only seconds after that, a huge man with a grumpy look stood in the door frame, near both off you.That was your first encounter with Billy Butcher and even when he was officially fine with you joining the team, (also to make sure you don't tell anything off this information to Vought itself ) you both had escepcially a hard time to get along.
Only the rest of the group started to become used to your presence and you being part ot them now.
But today was a breakthroug, even so strong, that you had the power to decide to go into a pub to celebrate your first achievment since days.Not only could you manage to bring the former Vought worker to spill the information you needed you also prevented him from escaping and endager the group.You ran after him and cut him off.Billy undertook from there , leaving a chilling feeling in your stomach, when he walked past you with a low-key aproving smile, that almost spreed across his whole lips.
After that the mood was lifted and a hint of hope poped up in your mind – maybe Billy wasn't that bad.He even brought you a new drink, when you sat in the pub.
You really liked to listen to their conversations filled with weird information about them and the proper teasing for that.Even you got involved , when it came to you becoming a teacher and that it showed up in their missions, when you would try to manage problems more pedagogical , like today with the former Vought member.They had a really good laugh at it and while you hide your blushing behind your hands you got a glance of how Billy looked at you, smirking in his familiar way, that made your cheeks even warmer.
Some time later you sat in the car with Billy, who agreed to drive you back home, after the rest of the group went to bed in their hideout.You started to become sober again, even though you didn't drink that much.You let the windowpane cool your head.
With a quiet thank you and sat up on your spot and wanted to get out of the car when you recognised your apartment tower but Billy bend over and reached out for your car door to close it again.
,,What?You wanna come up with me?'', you asked halfheartedly but your giggles went off when you saw Billy's unimpressed gaze turn away from you.
,,Is that your your window?'', he asked and nod in the direction (and you could swear there was a rest of a smile on his lips.)
,,Oh.'' was all you could say when you saw that it was open, even though you always made sure to lock all of them before you go.
,,You stay with us for tonight.'', said Billy.
But before he could drive away you got out of the car.
,,Are you stupid?Get back in.''
,,Maybe I just forgot to close it, I will go and check on it.'', you said and turned around.
You could hear how Billy got out of the car.
,,There will be Vought cunts just waiting for you to come back.Don't be stupid and come back.'' said Billy already getting annoyed.
You looked at your apartment tower, still unsure what to do.But when your eyes saw that every window and even the entrance door was still opened, you decided you had to go inside.
,,Y/N!'' Billy hissed through his teeth, when you ran to the tower and left him behind you.
You tried to listen carefully for any suspicious noises and scanned everything on your way until you had reached your flat.Even that door was open and your eyes started to fill with tears as your worries turned out to become true.
You sneaked inside and looked in every room for some people or any other suprise, but there was nothing you could find despite a huge chaos.Nothing was in your shelves or tables anymore while the whole floor was a mess.
After you knew you were alone you had enough courage to turn on the lights and call for your cat.You repeated your searching but you couldn't find her and cursed the person who left the doors open.
That you were on Voughts radar now and that your flat was a complete mess was the smallest worry for you in that moment.
You couldn't help yourself but cry.
,,God!What are you still doing here?'' you asked when you recognised Billy in the room.
You immediatly swollowed you sobbs and truned yourself away from his gaze.
,,You can call yourself lucky that nothing happend, do you know that?Just grab your study stuff and hurry up, who knows what they are up to.'' said Billy.
,,For god's sake I don't care about that.'' you said , your voice was still uneven through your despair.
You stood up from the floor, you had kneeled on and started your searching all over again.
,,Can you stop being a cunt and listen to me.Its just a flat , Y/N!'', said Billy, standing in your way.
,,As if I would care about that.I can't find my cat.'' you admited , a bit embarassed when Billy rolled his eyes.,,She must have become scared and ran outside.''
Billy turned his head away and noticed now the photo of you and your cat some steps away on the ground.
,,Your a crazy cat lady!I always wondered what your blemish would be... besides your strange dance moves.'', said Billy.
You decided to argue about your dance skills at another time.
,,No I'm not.She is just the only one I had for the last years.'' you said, the last part a bit more rumbling.
,,Well I can't see her- lets hurry back home.'' Billy said all confident with his behavior.
,,Fuck off.There is no way I'm coming with you.''
,,Vought knows about you and where you live, its not safe here.'' said he and reached for your hand to carry you with him but you refused.
,,Listen up-'' said he but you interrupted him.
,,No.You listen up now.''you started off but Billy grined down at you.
,,I spend the last weeks on helping you guys and decided to risk everything I have.But I will not leave without my cat..'' you said.
,,Fuck I knew Hughie fucked up when he talked to you than and brought you in our group.You're risking everything just for a cat.You thought this would be a funny adventure but it's not.Its serious- but you're not taking it that way- no wonder, you have no reason for that. '' Billy said with raised voice.
,,No reason?Thats why you can't seem to like me?'' you asked.
,,No its beacuse you're fucking everything up right now.''
,,This is so typical of you.You're just so focused on your goal that you never help others with their problems.I know about Becca and I'm really sorry for that, honestly.That's even my current motivation to not end this whole thing here.And even if this is just a stupid cat, I'm not going without her.I just can't walk away.'' you said and your eyes started to fill up with tears again and your mind started to get flashbacks.
In the moment you mentioned Becca , Billy froze on his spot and his eyes were filled with anger.With almost no air in your lungs you planted yourself in front of him and waited.He never said anything, he just grumbled and walked outside.
Now you were alone and you had no idea what consequences that would have for you.
You searched in your flat again before went outside and continued your search, still aware that some danger might wait for you out there.
When you walked the streets down you dared to look around for Billy's car but it was gone.That killed your last bit of hope that you hadn't just kicked yourself out of the group.
After some time you gave up and walked home without your cat or your friend.You started to get rid of the mess, that was still in your flat untill a knock made your freeze.With a improvised weapon you opened the doof carefully.
,,Please tell me I got the right one'', said Billy, standing in the door frame with a cat on his arm, which was covered in some scratches.
You noded full of disbelvieve and reached out for your cat before you held her close to your heart, while repeating several thank you's.
,,Its not that I intended to find her'' Billy said (but he actually did)
You could feel that there was still tension between you and Billy and you were really sorry for that.
,,I guess I really fucked up then.I'm sorry, honestly I didn't mean to scream at you.'' you said.
,,That was your 'screaming'? You'll have to work on that when you might have to share the couch with Hughie.'' said Billy.,,Who would have known that you can become so feisty?Speaks for you to be a crazy cat lady.'' he added before you disappeard in your bedroom.
You couldn't hide your smile when you turned around to gather up your belongings.
,,Its about finding stuff.'' you said before you could enter the hideout and made Billy wait a second before he got inside.
,,Some supe blew my families house up.He wanted to catch someone, but failed to aim his gaze.I was outside on the fields when I saw how the whole thing just went up in the air.I ran down but I couldn't find my parents in this bruning mess nor that supe.I stood there all alone on those fields and couldn't see anything - it was as if nothing of it ever was really there.I just...start to freak out when I can't find things that are important to me – it makes me freak out.'' you said like a confession.
,,So you want vengeance?'' Billy asked.
,,Nope.I guess I will never see this dude again.I just want to prevent such things from others – Losing something really sucks.'' you said and Billy knew what your hint behind that was.In that moment he looked at you in way you didn't know yet and couldn't describe.
,,Thats so typical pedagogical bullshit, but you have a point there.'' he said defeated but still unimpressed and spoiled the moment you both had a second ago.Just two people , both hurt the same way, looking at each other with that on their mind.
,,Oh fuck off Billy, we had our first sentimental topic right know.'' you said , frustrated that he had to mocked you with your study again.
,,Welcome to the team.'' he said and went inside.
You first feared that you lost your chance to get along with Billy but when you found yourself on the couch with your cat within the next minutes, you felt the quite the opposite.
It wasn't the tidiest place but when you looked around and saw everyone from the group already asleep, you felt this almost forgotten kind of peace.
Billy watched you from the kitchen island and walked to you to plant his hand on your shoulder for a brief moment, and handed you a cup of tea.
,,Don't get used to that treatment.''
You shook your head eagerly and took your tea in quiet appreciation, while looking up to him.Earning an unsure look that turned into his familiar smile.
,,Crazy Cat Lady.'' you heard him mumble into his beard but deep down you knew that this was a good sign.
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Why Chapter 39 of My Immortal was due to an actual hacker
After considering some findings, I’m confident in this theory. And thus, I’m confident anyone who claims to be Tara Gilesbie while claiming the hacked chapter was faked is not being honest. Below I will explain why I believe so and how I came across this information in the first place.
All this was from a long chain of breadcrumbs. Let’s go back... all to the mid 2000s in the LiveJournal days when Tara Gilesbie had a dedicated fan club.
The Tara Gilesbie Fan Club
One thing that particularly stuck out was members mentioning finding Tara through IMDb. Yes, you heard right.
[ID: Two comments on the Tara Gilesbie Fan Club LiveJournal.
The first is from ‘golden_helikaon’ on 2008-01-19 writing, “I found it on the Order of the Phoenix IMDb board. There were several long threads dedicated to ripping her apart with every new chapter.”
The second comment is from ‘heartdreamerz’ on 2008-01-20 writing, “It was almost 2 years ago and I've told this story many times. I knew Tara a month before My Immortal was published. It was on IMDb's board for My Chemical Romance. When the story came out I knew about it but didn't pay attention because I wasn't into HP at the moment. Then, like icarus_malfoy wrote, there were the threads about her and that's when my interest started. There were also another troll on the His Dark Materials...” (Image cuts off.) End ID.]
According to this, Tara Gilesbie was already tyrannizing the internet before she posted My Immortal. This actually is very consistent with the fact “Tara Gliesbie is totlly Gottik” was a petition that existed in November 2005. (My Immortal was posted in March 2006.)
This IMDb profile seemed very intriguing. It hasn’t been mentioned much, and isn’t considered to be official by most people. Was it a legitimate account? If so, was there gothicness we were deprived of all along? I searched to try find out more about it, hoping screen captures or something would turn up. Luckily, one of the same members copied and pasted Tara’s bio in another comment.
[ID: A comment on the Tara Gilesbie Fan Club LiveJournal by ‘heartdreamerz’ on 2007-05-05 writing, “All her posts are deleted now. I can still visit her profile because she's on my friend list. Her bio:
‘hi im tara. im a goth (n prode!). i have died blak hair n blu eyez. i wer eyeliner a lot of da time. i hav a bf. his naym is justin. he rox! i liv in Dubia.
likz: eyliner, goffik makep, beng goffik, GOOD CHRALOTTE, death, sleting my rists, drak colorz, hot topik _
dizliks: beng alive, bo, pop music, brite colors, pink, brabie, hiraly doof da music i lik: linen prak, GOOD CHRELOTE, evinezenz, simpl plan, akon, arvil levine, blink-183, panik! at da disko, foll oot boi, mcr. HIRALY DOOF IS A PSR!
fav moviez: when a stranger kallz, da grudge, da grudge 2, korps bird, da nitemare b4 krismas, da ring 2, da ring, shrak attak, undreworld 2, da texas chonsow massakre da bogenning
ps 2 all da prepz nd pozers tryin 2 diz me u r jus jeloz!!!! so yolsentik nd hartdremer u kan go fok ur momz 4 al i ker ok U SUK!!!111′
I feel so special to be personally insulted by her on her profile.” End ID.]
People like to copy & paste things stupid things to laugh at all the time (no offense Tara), so I thought: why not Google some of the bio? Maybe whoever did that posted additional stuff.
And it worked! (I found more content from Tara’s supposed IMDb, but more on that for a different post.)
When searching the bio, a Reddit thread about Rose Christo popped up.
During Rose Christo’s brief reign, a user said Rose’s claims seemed to check out. This user actually happens to be the same commenter, Heartdreamerz, in the LiveJournal thread. (Which makes sense, considering she’s the one who originally had the bio I was searching.)
If you don’t feel like clicking the Reddit link, basically she confirmed Rose’s claim that two Filipino users from the forums hacked the account.
Because of Heartdreamerz’ long involvement in My Immortal and the fact she never claimed to be Tara or Raven, I take a lot of trust in her word.
Heartdreamerz linked the FF.net profile of the original hacker: Coruscate Corruption.
Looking up “Coruscate Corruption” had me come across this from the LiveJournal fan club, which implies that there were two hackers.
[ID: post on the Tara Gilesbie Fan Club Livejournal by 'nicespice' on Dec. 28th, 2006, writing, “Just a little thing I drabbled down. Hope it's not too horrible. What do you think?
There is an evil on FF.net and All who encounters it feels their Respiratory system give out And become too scared to scream. Gruesome, it is. The anti-christ fanfiction, My Immortal, written by a total idiot. Does she Leave you to cry tears of blood, because I have before. EarnestInBerlin and Coruscate Corruption, the hackers, Sought to bring My Immortal redemption. Too Bad the real Tara had to come back so soon to ruin the fun. I wish she had at least continued her story, I look at her fic Everytime I go online, wishing she'd just update so I could laugh at... Tara Gilesbie." End ID.]
While searching “Coruscate Corruption”, a few posts popped up from a forum for The Bartimaeus Sequence called Bartiforums.
[ID: Two images showing 3 forum posts by Mwamba.
The first post was a reply to, "Mwamba, how did you crack both passys? Just guessing or what?"
On December 8th 2006, Mwamba replied, "Tara's was just pure luck. It didn't take long to get. The password was tara. *snorts* Post's was just guessing too, but I remembered when his passy was cracked on here, so I tried out the same password. It worked. Oh yeah, and I wrote a fanfic for Post, it's a rip off of Tara's story, but meh.”
The last two posts were made on January 14th, 2007. The second post wrote, "It was me. I had complete control for two days. And then EarnestInBerlin had to hack in too and change the password. But then she told what it was and then the real Tara had to come back and rechange her passy so nobody could get in. But that's old news. That account is most certainly not mine. I could not continue that fic for 39 chapters, I'd get bored after the first fifteen.”
The third post wrote, “*Shrug* It doesn't matter. Call me whatever. Though if I have to pick, I suppose you can call me by my FF.net name, Coruscate Corruption. What book category are you writing this fic in? Just curious.” End ID.]
Chapter 39 was posted late November 2006, so that first post was only a few weeks after it happened.
The password was “tara”... does that ring a bell at all?
[ID: A screencap from Rose Christo’s now-deleted blog. It says, “And My Immortal? You can come to your own conclusions. This was really never about the fic; it was the marketing team at SMP that decided to make My Immortal the main part of the story. Our email address was [email protected] and our password was tara.” End ID.]
-- Rose Christo’s claim before deleting
You may be asking, “Rose Christo? The woman who lied about her family, being Native American, and writing My Immortal to sell a book?” Yes, that Rose Christo. Yes, she was a fraud and a scammer, but she peppered in some little-known true details to make her claim seem more legit. For instance, she talked about a Voldemort rper in the reviews, and that ended up being true. You can actually find this Voldemort reviewer in the web archives of Raven’s stories. (Apparently, that Voldemort even came out and said “hey, that’s me!” Cannot find it unfortunately.)
Keep in mind the only way I found any of this was because Rose Christo made that claim. Without it, Heartdreamerz wouldn’t have made that post that led to Coruscate Corruption and those posts on Bartiforums. It’s possible Rose somehow came across the same information I did, but it’s more likely she was there. Rose Christo may not be the author of My Immortal, but it was likely she was a spectator as it all went down. (As I was a spectator for Rose’s ordeal when it all went down.)
Since it was said the hackers posted on the fanfiction forums, I sought to find it by searching “Tara”, “My Immortal”, etc. on FFnet’s search. The posts are unfortunately long gone, but there is a surviving forum called “My Immortal Forum Tara Gilesbie is a genius!”
[ID: A screencap of “My Immortal Forum Tara Gilesbie is a genius!” from Fanfiction net. Someone named Ebony Dark’ness wrote, “I have personally logged on to Tara’s account when her password was revealed after she got hacked.” End ID.]
TL;DR: Multiple, separate people made consistent claims over the span of years. Because of this, I personally believe Tara’s account was legitimately hacked.
(Sources/links will be added in a reblog.)
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Where Do We Go? |Chapter Two| JJ Maybank x Reader
Summary - Y/N is a Mainlander who has just moved to The Cut. When she meets her new neighbor, she just may have found the family she’s been searching for, and more.
gif credit - @rue-bennett
Word count - 4.1k (oopsies)
Warnings - Teenage drinking, mention of abuse, fluff at the end
A/N - Okay so I went a bit extra for this chapter, so please let me know what you think! And just ask if you’d like to added to the tag list for the series ❤️
JJ slung his arm around me, walking me over to the small bonfire his friends sat around. The bubbly blonde told me about how I would love his mates and I would become one of the pogues before I even knew it, and I sure as hell hoped he was right. We came to a stop at the fire, and JJ gestured proudly at me before exclaiming a little “Ta-Da!”
“Hey, you found Mystery Girl!” The brunette chuckled.
“Well, she isn’t a mystery anymore. Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, these are the Pogues. Pope, Kie, Sarah, and John B.” All of the pogues greeted me kindly, and Kie patted the empty spot next to her for me to sit down. “So,” Kie began, “We hope we didn’t bug you too much by asking you out here, it isn’t every day that someone new moves in!” She flashed me a smile. “And don’t worry, we don’t bite.”
“Except JJ.” John B grinned
“JB, don’t be a little shit, alright? We want her to stay, you doof,” Sarah said as she gave him a little push on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry, I’ve had to deal with JJ the whole way here. John B seems to be in the minor leagues compared to him, at least on the Shithead Scale.” Kie, Sarah, and Pope all laughed with me while JJ and John B looked at each other in mock-offense.
“Thank God we’ll finally have someone else who can put up with them.” Pope smiled.
“Oh yeah, it can’t get much worse than JJ scaring me awake and making me face-plant out of my hammock.”
“JJ did what, now?” Kie cocked an eyebrow at JJ accusingly.
“Okay, in my defense, I tried to wake her up calmly! She looked like she was gonna karate chop me or something when she shot up outta there!”
“Yeah, because waking a random stranger, who you have never spoken with, from her nap is sooo calm,” I teased. “But yeah, when he woke me up, I was not expecting it. He’s lucky I didn’t headbutt him!” I pointed at JJ, and he smiles.
“Yeah, don’t wanna damage the money-maker.”
“Oh yeah, that’s right. Your ego would have cushioned the blow.”
“Goddamn, girl, you’re gonna give J a run for his money,” JB chuckled.
“Yeah, yeah, Pretty Girl got me this time,” JJ retorted while he stood up, walking over to me. “C’mon, can’t leave ya empty-handed.”
I nod at him, accepting his outstretched hand to help me off the log. “Back in a minute, guys.” JJ led us both to the standing keg in the center of the beach.
“Can you tell if they liked me? Was I saying stupid shit?” I asked the boy, slightly nervous. This was a new thing to me: I was never one to care about what people thought of me, so why do I care now?
“Don’t worry, doll, they loved you,” he winked. “Not everyone can handle me and my—“
“Bullshit?”
“I was gonna say cockiness, but that works too. But anyway, they love you. You’re a natural pogue, Y/N. I think Kiara and Sarah, like you, especially.” We finally reach the keg, and he turns to face me. “On tonight’s menu, we have beer or vodka with some strawberry lemonade Crystal Light. Pick your poison.” I chew on the inside of my cheek, suddenly finding the sand very interesting.
“So, uh, here’s the thing. I’m not really a drinker,” I begin, finally looking back up at JJ, who’s gaze never left mine. “And—“
JJ cuts me off, quickly. “Shit, I’m sorry. Look, you don’t have to pick anything if you don’t want to, it’s not a requirement or anything. And I don’t want to pressure you, you know?”
“Oh my god, JJ, shut up for just a second, okay? I was gonna say I haven’t ever drunk, so I don’t know what I like. I was gonna ask you what you thought I should pick, you dummy.” I giggle at him as he rakes his hand through his hair.
“Well, in that case, I’d say beer. Just don’t drink too quickly, ‘kay Pretty Girl? Don’t want you throwing up on me,” he smirked.
“Alright, beer it is, then.”
JJ knelt down to grab a cup and pour a drink, still chattering on about how I need to drink a glass of water for every cup of beer. It’s so stupid, but I was so in awe of him. This boy I knew nothing about just mystified me, everything about him did. The way his lips curled up at the edges whenever he said something he thought was funny, the curves and lines of his biceps, how wisps of his hair were caught in the starlight perfectly, and, oh my God, his eyes. They were so brilliantly blue. They were the kind of blue that made me hear Hawaiian waters in my ears. The kind of blue that brought a sense of serenity, despite the chaos around us. The brilliance of his eyes did not hide their depth — at least not to me. I could see the shimmer of midnight within them, and the kind of navy blue found in an endless, bleak cavern. Behind the cool, icy facade, there were storms dappled throughout the calm. JJ handed me my now full cup, and I opened my mouth to ask him a question, but a voice interrupted me before I could even begin.
“Found another Touron to fuck, aye, Maybank?” JJ’s head snapped to the source of the voice. Another tall blonde had walked up to us. This boy seemed to be the complete opposite of JJ: Gelled hair, board shorts, a pastel-toned shirt, and an air of arrogance surrounding him. He wasn’t calming like JJ, he was intimidating.
“Lay off, Rafe. She isn’t a Touron, she just moved to the island,” JJ spat. He then grabbed my hand protectively, seeming like he wanted to shield me entirely from the drunken boy’s words.
“Ah, so she’s a long-term fuckbuddy, then.” The boy, Rafe, cackled as he swayed. JJ just rolled his eyes and squeezed my hand in his, his eyes finding my own.
“He’s drunk, Y/N, don’t worry about him. Not that he’s any less of an asshole sober.” I nodded, and JJ faced Rafe again. “Go off to your Kook friends, and don’t fucking talk about her like that, got it?” Rafe rolled his eyes and ignored JJ, instead locking his gaze on me.
“Once you see his old man smack him around, you’ll change your mind about him, babe. He ain’t worth shit.”
I kept my eyes locked on Rafe’s as I spoke slowly, my voice unwavering. “Leave us the fuck alone. Now. I don’t care who you are, I don’t know you, but I will not back down to you. So you better stay in your damn lane. You seem like one to not fight girls, but I don’t discriminate.” I finish, and immediately turn around and head off towards the bonfire where the pogues were sat, tugging JJ along with me.
He stopped us and I spun around to look at him, glancing over his shoulder to see Rafe giving me a smug look as he took a swig of his vodka before I shift my eyes back to JJ’s. “Holy shit,” he breathed. “You’re a feisty one, Y/N.”
“Yeah, well I don’t exactly take kindly to people who harass my friends,” I sigh. “I’m kinda scrappy, I guess. At least that’s what my everyone used to tell me.”
“Friend, huh? I like it. And, look, I’m not looking to just fuck around with you, y‘know? If I told Rafe that, it’s all he would have fixated on.” His gaze falling to the sand.
“JJ, I get it. Don’t worry, okay?” I wait for him to look at me. “I’m a walking box of daddy issues, anyways,” I smile slightly, and JJ gives me a laugh.
“Well, damn, we have even more in common than I thought, Pretty Girl. Now, let’s head back to the fire, you need to relax after all that.” I smiled at JJ and noticed how his eyes flicked to my lips for half a second. Just friends, though... right? JJ guided us back towards the group, his arm slung around my waist, and I was definitely hyper-aware of every inch of his skin pressed against my midsection. I take a sip of my beer, trying to distract myself. Finally, we stopped at the bonfire, and everyone gave us a little cheer and a wave, and JJ pulled me down to sit beside him.
“Hey, was King Kook giving you shit, Y/N?” Sarah asked me.
“Yeah, ’cause we’ll mess him up if you want us to,” Kie butts in, giggling. “But seriously,” Sarah continues, “You looked pretty pissed off, did Rafe say something? God, he’s such a dick. And I can say that, ‘cause I live with him.”
“Ah, he was just drunk and pestering us, is all,” I say. “Nothing I haven’t dealt with before.”
“Yeah, the pretty one can fend for herself, it seems. Not that I wouldn’t have stepped in if they threw down, of course. But, that being said, I would be pretty curious to see how badly Rafe would get his ass beat.” JJ grinned at me proudly, and I wiggled my eyebrows at him as I sipped on my drink.
“So, on a more serious note, what do you think of the OBX so far, Y/N?” Pope asked me.
“Oh, it’s so frickin’ gorgeous!” I nearly yell, and I bring my hand up to cover my mouth, surprised by my outburst. I giggle before I continue on. “Well, at least what I’ve seen of it, I guess. But I really can’t wait to go out on the water, of course I still need to find a boat somewhere, but the sea is so perfect for swimming. It would be damn good for fishing too!” I was pretty obviously excited, and John B grinned at me.
“Well, missy, you’re in luck. The HMS Pogue is in need of a drive again, and we were planning on going out tomorrow. You up for a little initiation ride?” John B asked, raising his eyebrow.
I smile widely. “Hell yes, I am!”
“Well, it’s settled. Tomorrow, you’ll officially become one of the pogues, Y/N,” Kie said excitedly.
JJ raised his cup, “To the pogues!”
“To the pogues!” We all cheered. Everyone began babbling together about things that needed to be ready for tomorrow — and whether or not they should push me off and into the sea to see if I can get back onto the boat as a ritual.
I smiled at the sight around me and took a swig of my drink, and JJ bumped his shoulder into mine before whispering in my ear. “See? I told you they’d love you as much as I do, Pretty Girl.”
I suppressed a shiver when I felt his breath against my ear, trying my hardest not to falter in my voice as I responded quietly. “Mhm, I’m pretty hard to not love, huh?” I brought my cup up to my lips again, and he cocked his eyebrow at me, his lips curling into a smirk.
“Goddamn,” he murmured as he shook his head. He glanced down at my cup and looked back up at me, concerned. “You better slow down, you know. I know you haven’t been drinking before, so… Just be careful, ‘kay?”
I rolled my eyes at him, sipping my drink again. “Oh don’t worry about it, I have to get used to it somehow,” I say, brushing him off. I can see that his brows are still furrowed, and I think for a second. “Y’know, if you’re really that worried about me, I guess you can stay at my place tonight.”
“Oh really, now?” He questioned teasingly.
“You’ll be on the couch, dumbass.” JJ just laughed, and his brows softened in relief.
“I like this arrangement. I’ll take care of ya if you need it, Y/N.” I nod at him, and I realize that I just invited him back to my own house, and I wonder when I became so brave. I turn away from JJ as Sarah asks if I’ve ever been scuba diving before, and I begin chatting away. As we talk, I can feel JJ’s gaze on me, and for once in my life, I don’t mind it. For once, having a boy pay attention to me was a good thing, even if it was simply him being a concerned friend. Eventually, I finish my drink and JJ pours some water into my cup, I mouth a silent ‘thank you’ to him, before turning back to Sarah and Kie.
“What brought you to the Outer Banks, Y/N?” Kie asks me.
“Oh, I guess it a bit of a long story. But… I think I just really needed a fresh start.” I say quietly. It wasn’t technically a lie — it was more of an omission. It was a long story, and I did need a new beginning, but I didn’t exactly want to say why. Not yet, at least.
“Hey, I think we’ve all felt that a time or twenty,” John B says reassuringly. “Do you have a job lined up out here yet?”
“Oh yeah, I’m teaching dance classes to little kids over on the North Side. I used to it back on the Mainland, too. Actually, I was a dancer myself back there.”
“Ooh, is it the one that’s brand new?” Sarah asks me, and I nod. “It’s only a few minutes from my house! You have to come over, Y/N!”
“I’d love to,” I smiled widely at Sarah.
“Here, gimme your phone, girl,” I laugh and hand my phone over to Sarah, and she enters her phone number for me. My phone ends up being passed between all of the pogues, all of them entering their contacts and sending themselves a text to get my number. I smile as JJ passes my phone back to me, finally, him being the last one to enter his number. Sarah is extra bubbly now; telling me about how she’ll let me pick through her closet, how we’ll walk on the boardwalk and see all of the small artisan shops, and how she wants to take me to the little ice cream stand that sets up every day near her house. “Kie, you have to come too, it’ll be a girls’ day! Don’t even start on how you don’t like unnecessary gender roles and shit, okay, it’s just an expression.” Kiara smiles and tells us that shes in.
“So if it’s just an expression, does that mean I can come too?” Pope asks, feigning a pout.
“Nope,” the three of us say in unison. “Look, we have to show her that there’s actually shit to do on the island, aside from working and fishing,” Kie says as she gives Pope a kiss on the cheek.
“And we have to get to know her too, duh. Can’t do that with you boys around,” Sarah smiles at me. “Don’t worry, we won’t do anything crazy, though.”
I smile back at them, and I tell them that I can’t wait for our girls’ day. I go to take a drink from my cup, only to find that I’ve finished my water, and I make a pouty face. I stand up, looking around. “Anyone need a refill?”
“Yeah, I do. You sit back down, though, I’ll run and grab some,” JJ tells me. I roll my eyes and tell him a little thank you before passing him my empty cup. I sit back down and see that everyone is looking at me expectantly. “Uh, did I do something wrong?” I ask.
Pope shakes his head, “No, no nothing wrong. It’s just—”
“We haven’t really seen JJ take to someone as quickly as he has to you,” Kie explains. “He doesn’t usually trust anyone very quickly.”
John B nods at me. “Yeah, the closest he gets is being flirty with Tourons that he wants to f— Ow!” Sarah smacked him on the arm to cut him off, and John B gave her a little glare as he rubbed his arm.
“It’s nice to see him actually let his guard down and hit it off with someone,” Pope clarifies, smiling kindly. “He’s a good guy, he just doesn’t trust people very easily.”
“But, he clearly sees something in you to change that,” Kiara adds. “I think he picked a good person to put his confidence into.”
I smiled to myself, appreciating the pogues’ reassurance. It feels like I’m actually surrounded by love for the first time in my life, and although it frightened me, it made me so happy at the same time. When JJ came back to us, we all laughed and drank for a few more hours, before finally deciding it was time to head back to our homes. We were able to walk together the majority of the way, but eventually we had to split off. Pope, Kiara, Sarah, and John B all headed back to his house, and JJ and I branched off to my own. Admittedly, I was quite buzzed. I was lucky to have JJ at my side, as I nearly tripped a time or two, and he caught me every time.
“Y/N, you’re lucky I decided to come with you,” he laughed. We had finally reached my doorstep, and I was facing JJ, my back resting against the door.
“Y’know, JJ, I wish I’d done more stuff like this back on the Mainland. Made more friends, gone to more parties. I would have had a much better time,” I told him.
JJ smiled softly at me. “As much as I may agree, I’m glad you didn’t. I’m glad I get to meet you.” I grinned lazily at him, fumbling for my keys in my pocket, eventually finding the right one and shoving it into the lock, twisting the key and opening the door. I kick off my sandals and JJ does the same.
“So, I don’t exactly have a guest bedroom, but I do have a futon couch.” I say, grabbing blankets and a pillow out of one of my packing boxes and tossing them onto the couch. “I’m so fucking tired.”
JJ sits down, and looks at me, tilting his head. “You know you’re one of us now, yeah?”
I think for a second, not sure how to respond. “I mean, I guess. For how close-knit you all are, I’m glad you guys accepted me.” His lips curled at the edges, and his eyes left mine.
“Me too, Y/N.”
I clear my throat slightly. “Well, the bathroom is down the hall, and the kitchen is right over there if you need water or anything, okay? And my room is just past the bathroom if you need me. Don’t need me,” I say jokingly. JJ smiles as he lays his head back against the couch. I walk off to my bedroom to change out of my clothes, wash my face, and finally lay down.
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JJ had finally fallen asleep after nearly an hour of thinking of you. He couldn’t get you off of his mind; Your smile, your laugh, the curves of your body, the way he found you sleeping in your hammock that day. You had looked so peaceful, your features soft. God, he just wanted to touch you. He hadn’t wanted to fall for you, but from the moment he’d seen you that day, his heart had skipped a beat. It still made his heart quicken thinking about it.
Kie just pointed you out to all of them, and JJ had to keep his jaw from dropping to the ground.
“Hey, who’s the new girl, JB?” He’d asked, taking a sip of his can.
“No clue, dude. I didn’t even know the house had been for sale, honestly.”
That’s when he saw you looking towards them, and waved as he flashed you a smile. He caught himself staring for an extra second, studying the way your cheeks looked as they flushed with color, and the way the right side of your cheek dimpled as you smiled.
Sarah gave a small whistle when she noticed him staring. JJ snapped his head to her, flipping the bird.
“Ooh, JJ’s ‘boutta be whipped y’all.” Pope cackled.
“J, you don’t even know the girl! Try not to stare so much.” Kie said smugly. JJ groaned, and chugged his beer. He knew they were right, he was staring. But he couldn’t help it, he had never found anyone that attractive. Ever. Something within him felt drawn to you, like a tether being pulled in your direction.
JJ snapped awake as he heard a small yelp. He slowly relaxed back into the couch, until he heard it again. He stood up cautiously, trying not to bump into anything. He padded down towards your room, hearing soft weeping as he grew closer. He gently opened the door, only to find you with a tear-stained face, thrashing your head against the pillow as you whimpered. His heart hurt at the sight, and, without thinking, he sat on the bed, and gently woke you.
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I don’t totally remember what my dream was to make me wake up with tears running down my face and choked out screams escaping my throat, I just know that it was JJ who held me against him as I woke. I do know that it was JJ who stroked my hair and told me that I would be okay, that he was here. I do know when I finally looked up at him, he was the one who wiped away my tears with his thumb. He was the one who kissed my forehead as he helped me slow my breathing. I know it was him who told me that it was okay as I whispered so many apologies through my tears. His voice was the one to calm me as thunder cracked through the sky, lightning illuminating the room. “Shh, Y/N, it’s okay. You’re safe. I promise. I’ve got you, okay? I’ve got you,” he mumbled to me, stroking my back. He continued holding me against him, murmuring calming things to me, helping me relax.
“I’m so sorry, JJ. I don’t know what happened. I don’t remember,” I whispered as I shook my head, my breathing finally evening out. “God, I’m sorry I woke you up. I’m so sorry you had to see me like that.”
JJ sighed, and he pressed a kiss to my hair. “It’s okay, doll. I always wished someone was there to do this for me. I’m just glad you weren’t alone.”
I pull back from his chest to look in JJ’s eyes, getting lost in their blue spell. “Thank you,” I whisper. He tilts his forehead to rest against mine. His eyes flicker from my eyes to my lips, just as they did earlier that night. Boldly, I pressed my lips to his gently. And while JJ seemed surprised, he didn’t pull away. He moved his hand to rest against my cheek, his thumb brushing against my cheekbone delicately. I felt as though I was melting as he moved his lips against my own. I brought my hand up to his hair, finally able to run my hand through his soft mess of hair. We sat like that for what seemed like forever, our bodies intertwined as our lips slid together as thunder clapped through the sky. Until eventually, JJ pulled away, out of breath. “I… I shouldn’t have done that, have I? You’re drunk, Y/N.”
“No, JJ, I barely am, okay? I’m the one who started it, remember? God, I’ve been wanting to do that since the moment I saw you.” The words seemed to pour out of me, and I was suddenly exhausted. “I… I know it isn’t great timing. But I meant it.” JJ’s eyes examined my own, studying how my lashes grazed against my brow bone, and how gorgeous my lips looked despite being puffy. “Please, just stay with me tonight, JJ?”
He nodded slowly before laying back in the bed, opening his arms for me to crawl into, finally resting my head against his chest. JJ presses a kiss to the top of my head before mumbling quietly, “I won’t leave you, Y/N.” I finally closed my eyes again, listening to the fluttering of JJ’s heart and feeling his hands playing with my hair. I finally felt safe as I drifted off to sleep. It was the best sleep I’d gotten in years.
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Nora usually liked people, it was rare for her to not get along with others. She could only really remember a few that caught her ire, however, when her ire was earned it was hard to get rid of.
Turquoise eyes stared across towards emerald ones, ones that had recently caught the attention of her precious sapphires. She didn’t like those yes, she didn’t like them in the slightest! This girl, she suddenly barged into their lives, into something she had no right to barge into and decided that she’d be part of it? She wouldn’t allow this, she wouldn’t let any of that happen.
Despite this though, she knew she was being unfair, Pyrrha wasn’t her no matter how much they looked alike. She knew that this girl hadn’t hurt her Jauney, she knew that she wasn’t that bi… that monster who broke his heart and used him to elevate herself. But still, still she couldn’t let it go. She didn’t want to see her brother hurt, she didn’t want him to go through the pain that he’d been put through once more.
She would play nice for now, fist clenched she’d grit her teeth and bare with it, for now. She wished that the orientation wasn’t as boring as it was, she wished that it would hurry up so this day could be over. She hoped they would attend different classes, that they wouldn’t run into one another.
So, with all her fury and anger, with all her hate she volunteered when they had asked if anyone wanted to show what they were made of. They were giving her a chance, a chance to vent, and when they were asking for volunteers to be her opponent well Nora couldnt’ help but volunteer little miss red.
They were given standard training gear, nothing special, she was able to find a standard metal mallet. At least she’d have something familiar to use when she squashed that annoying girl. She ignored the oos and awes of the crowd around her, for some reason they had given her the dumbest look when she challenged Red. They must have thought she was crazy or something, apparently little Red was special. She didn’t care, that wasn’t going to cut it against her, Nora’s fought special. She’s fought a monster over and over, but this girl in front of her wasn’t Rouge, they may both have been Red’s but one of them wasn’t nearly as terrifying as the other.
She readied herself, little red had gathered a sword and shield. Now she felt that she was just copying Jaune at this point. Speaking of the doof, she felt her anger grow as her brother stared at the red head with awe. Apparently the use of similar weapons really got him excited.
She rolled her eyes, her brother should only be looking this way, not… not at that… that thief!
“FIGHT!”
Nora wasted no time, her body crackled with lightning, she was going to finish this in one blow! Dashing forward lightning surged around her, the sounds of well shock were snuffed out by her adrenaline. Moving forward she slammed her hammer down, however something was off. She missed her mark, Red moved away slightly and avoided the blow entirely.
The ground beneath Nora splintered as sparks radiated front he base of the hammer head.
Instinctively she moved back, the shield nearly butting her across the face. As she did though a blade came swiping downwards to cut off her escape. Nora let go of her hammer for just a moment, her aura flared and sparks jolted from her being.
The red head instantly jumped backwards to avoid the current shock and awe tactic. Once more Nora moved, grabbing the hammer again she did a horizontal swipe, trying to blow her away with a golfswing. However, once more something was off, the hammer didn’t move as she wanted, there was some kind of resistance. So she did what she did best, she muscled it. Sparks ignited on the hammer as she added more force, breaking through whatever it was that was holding her back.
However, it hadn’t been enough, the redhead dodged once more. She was so infuriatingly slippery. She felt a shield crash into her face, but a wicked smile bloomed. Instead of backing away she gave the shield a good ol fashion headbutt. Her sparks flowed through the metallic shield and the redhead backed away wincing in pain as she dropped the shield for now.
Then something happened, instead of continuing with her weapons the redhead dropped her sword too. Opting instead to bring up her fists, so that’s how she wanted to play. Nora felt the same actually, the hammer wasn’t going to cut it, the girl was doing something to it and she wasn’t going to make any headway whatsoever. Nora growled as she tossed the hammer away, she didn’t miss the look of shock in the red… no Pyrrha… Pyrrha’s face.
“Right then, we’ll settle this the old fashioned way! Try not to get pulverized princess!”
To her surprise, the red head smiled, a huge beaming smile. “Yes! I agree! And I’m not just a princess! I’m a warrior Princess!”
Okay… okay so Nora got a chuckle out of that one. Dashing forward sparks flowed freely from her body. Her hands coming down in a makeshift hammer blow, she watched as Pyrrha dove into her electrical field, this surprised her.
For her efforts though, she received a rather impressive upper cut, one that would have thrown most people off balance. But Nora wasn’t most people, despite the heavy blow to her aura, and the constant use of her semblance she did what she did best, she used her head.
Clenching her jaw, trying to keep her brain in place she shifted forward, and with a heavy blow she met Pyrrha’s head with her own. A loud thunk resonated through the room as surprisingly Pyrrha did the same.
Thankfully she was outright stronger, able to push Pyrrha back, however, she was soon grabbed. Her sleeves were pulled on as Pyrrha grabbed her bearings, pulling back and rolling over using her arched back as a pivot she sent Nora sailing through the air. Having used her momentum from the initial attack Nora hit the ground with a loud thud.
“Okay, that hurt…” Getting up she turned around towards the girl, and still she had the biggest smile on her face! What was wrong with her! Though, if she were to look in a mirror herself she’d have her own massive smile.
Off to the side she missed her brothers talking.
“Lie?”
“Yes Jaune?”
“I’m scared… but also really impressed!”
“...Me too.”
As the two boys did their own thing, the girls continued to battle. Everytime Nora thought she’d land a solid hit, Pyrrha would slightly dodge it. It was infuriating but fun, she was amazed that the little warrior Princess was able to dodge her blows so well. She hadn’t expected anyone their age to keep up with her! This was thrilling, a thrill she couldn’t get from anyone else.
Not even when she fought Rouge, with Rouge it wasn’t about winning, it was about trying not to get splattered, but here she was on equal footing with this girl she’d just moments ago hated.
“COME ON! MORE MORE MORE!” Nora was having the time of her life! “BRING IT ON PRINCESS!” Her fist made solid contact with Pyrrha’s gut, or at least it should have, but she felt her move with the blow again, thus dampening it.
“Anytime!” Pyrrha’s blow came from a jab to her jaw, one that would have disabled any normal person. But Nora was anything but normal! She grabbed Pyrrha and attempted to pin her to the ground, but was surprised when she was thrown again.
This time she caught herself in a basic roll, flipping back up, though to her surprise the redhead was already upon her, her eyes glowing in sheer joy!
Nora felt her stomach buckle as Pyrrha’s knee landed against her. Her response was simple, once again use her head. Once more she gave the girl a good solid headbutt, which again Pyrrha returned.
By this point both of them were getting fatigued, sweat dripped from their brows as they jumped away staring one another down. They were able to launch at one another again when the signal was called.
Both girls stopped centimeters away from one another, their fists already clenched.
“That’s enough! Nora Valkyrie Arc’s Aura has dipped into the red!” Both girls eyed the monitor, Pyrrha’s aura was only a percent higher than Nora’s, if the battle had raged even a little longer there was no telling how it could have gone.
Silence filled the room as they stared each other down. Jaune and Lie both gave anxious looks, at least till the two girls turned towards one another. Nora extended her hand first and Pyrrha took it. “THAT WAS AWESOME!”
“Indeed it was!”
Both boys felt relief hit them as the girls suddenly beamed with glee, it looks like Nora found a new friend.
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First of all I love your writing!!!
For the prompt thing: "get over here, you doof"
Thank you!! This took a while, but here ya go:
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The instant Ron walked through the door of his flat, he was instantly hit with the smell of something burning. It was immediately followed by the sound of his typically well-mannered wife cursing which was never a good sign.
“Hermione?” he asked, as he stepped into the kitchen. Her back was turned to him, so he couldn’t see her face. He could see though that her hair was bushier than usual as well as the various bowls and spoons covered in some sort of dough. “What happened?”
“The biscuits are burnt,” she replied flatly as she placed down a container of what he assumed were the burnt biscuits on the counter.
“Well, did you-”
“I told you that I don’t like using magic to bake, Ron!” she practically screeched, turning towards him. She must have caught sight of the hurt look on his face because she immediately backtracked, saying, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled, I just-” Immediately her eyes began to fill up with tears, and he took a step towards her.
“Hey,” he said gently. “What’s going on?”
She shook her head, and tried to wipe a tear from her eye. “Nothing,” she said. “It’s- nothing.”
“It’s not nothing,” he said, reaching out towards her.
But Hermione shook her head and said, “I need to clean up.”
She stepped back, but he put a hand on her arm and said , “I’ll do it.” She gave him a skeptical look. “Go sit down,” he told her, nodding towards the couch. “I’ll catch up with you in a minute.” She sniffed, but nodded and headed out the kitchen.
Ron immediately took out his wand and waved it. He watched for a few seconds as the dishes floated towards the sink. He cast a quick aguamenti and, with a quick look to where Hermione was, decided he’d leave them to soak and finish washing them later.
He stepped out to the living room and walked towards the couch. Hermione looked more composed, though her eyes were still red and she was staring at the wall with a thoughtful look on her face.
“So,” he said, cautiously sitting down next to her, “what’s going on?”
She was quiet for a few seconds, then said, “I don’t know how to properly make biscuits.” Ron blinked, sure that he was missing something. He opened his mouth to speak, but Hermione interrupted him. “And I don’t know how to knit a decent-looking jumper. And I can calm James down, but it took months to get there!” Her voice grew steadily louder. “And all the Weasley women seem to excel at being mothers! And I’ve only prepared a bottle twice because witches only breastfeed apparently, but maybe I’ll be one of those women that can’t breastfeed! And by the way, no book can decide whether to introduce solids at four months or six months! And did you know that your baby can die if you don’t lay it down on their belly instead of their back!??”
“Hey,” he said, once the tears began to flow. She finally looked up at him when he took her hands in his. “Hermione…” he began, trying to find the right words to comfort her. “Hermione,” he said again. “You’re not my mum,” he began slowly. “And you’re not Ginny. And you’re not Fleur. But that’s good!” he said quickly, as she had begun to pull away. “Because our kid is not James. And they’re not Vic. And they’re not my siblings, which thank Merlin,” he added, hoping she would laugh. He got a weak smile in return.
“This isn’t- it isn’t a test we can cram for and then get an O in.” And oh how she had studied, he thought. She had bought about two dozen parenting books the instant they found out she was pregnant and had gone through them all almost four months into her pregnancy.
“That doesn’t make me feel better-”
“No, it’s great that you’re preparing!” he said quickly. “I just mean that as much as we prepare, there are some stuff we’ll just have to learn along the way. And it’s not like you’re alone! It’s true that you don’t know how to make biscuits-” She shot him a mild glare. “But I do. And I don’t know how to make a perfect study guide- but you do.Between the two of us, we can figure this out. And if we don’t know, we can ask. Besides, there’s no reason why we can’t buy a jumper instead of knitting it. Just don’t tell mum,” he added quickly.
She gave a small laugh, and said. “I suppose so… I guess I was being a bit ridiculous.”
“Of course you weren’t,” he said sincerely. Then he smiled at her, opened his arms, and said, “But get over here you doof.”
He heard her mutter something like “arse”, but she still scooched over and buried her head in his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, resting his chin on her head and inhaling the scent of her hair.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, before he said, “Maybe our kid won’t even like biscuits.” And then, with a grin and gently poking her on her side, said, “Maybe they won’t like Hogwarts: A History.”
“Maybe they won’t like the Cannons.”
He gasped dramatically. “Don’t even joke about that.”
They both laughed, and he leaned down to place a kiss on her head. “You’re Hermione Granger, smartest witch of her age. I’ve never seen you fail at anything you set your mind to. You’re going to be a great mother.”
She looked up at him, a smile on her face. “You’re going to be a great father too, you know.”
He desperately hoped that was true. He leaned down and gave her a small peck on the lips.
“Yeah. I reckon we have one lucky kid.”
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Isabella!! For the character ask
Bless your heart, I love you, thank you.
Favorite Thing About Them: Isabella is such an adorable bean and such a potent badass. Every time I see her in an episode, even for a moment, the enjoyment just increases. I guess you could say that I appreciate that she’s...a girl. She’s not a tomboy, not a girly-girl, not some kinda stereotype even though the show makes you think that at first, she’s just a girl. A girl who likes selling cupcakes, singing songs, being cute, all the stuff girls are stereotypically known for to the point of pink being her iconic color - and then you see her doing stuff like making a manly announcement about a truck rally, taking on Buford, being incredibly competitive and loving extreme sports, earning insane, non-conventional patches, FIGHTING ROBOTS, she’s a flipping beast. And she does it as HERSELF - there’s no one telling Isabella she shouldn’t like pink or should conform to one line of thinking. Heck, her whole shtick is just having a crush on a boy - and even though fans may complain about that, and even if the universe seems against Isabella at times, her friends never show disdain toward her feelings, it’s never implied that Isabella is WRONG for doing or liking things. She’s just...being her. She’s a girl - and a girl can like dolls and they can like bb guns. Heck, Isabella’s the character who made me realize how stupid labels really are, and that I should just focus on being me instead of trying to avoid being a stereotype.
I can also very much relate TO her crush on Phineas - I’ve felt that same fear whenever I had a crush on a boy. Heck, my favorite Isabella centered episode, “Operation Crumb Cake” really nails down all the aspects of Isabella that I ESPECIALLY adore. Isabella’s loyalty to Phineas is just...so wholesome and loving. More on that later.
Least Favorite Thing About Them: Isabella is a feminist icon - probably more-so than even Candace, Vanessa, or any other female in the show. As a result, though it’s not TOO often, she’s usually the mouthpiece for certain propaganda regarding the whole “girls are better than boys” fallacy that seems to be littered in children’s programming, Phineas and Ferb sadly being no exception. On one hand, it can be done relatively well - I liked her interactions with Buford in “Got Game?”, as she never once implied that girls were necessarily better than boys, rather that girls COULD beat boys.
On the other hand, you have Mission Marvel, where Isabella complains that there are NO superheroines in the group, even though she’s never had a problem being the only female in the group in the past. It greatly weakens her character whenever she plays a propaganda mouthpiece - this goes without saying for any character, but a character like Isabella especially.
Favorite Line: “Oh, Phineas, yes! I've been right here in front of you all along just waiting for you to...oh...wait. You were talking about the puppet, weren’t you?”
(Much like Phineas, Isabella has A LOT of good lines that are underappreciated - “Do we have chopped liver? What do you think this place is? Chopped li-- oh, that doesn’t really work.”, “See what I mean? One woman’s capris pants is another’s...what’d I miss?”, and ya’ll know how much I love her “IT’S EXTREME!” tangents.)
brOTP: Isabella’s got a good list of brOTPs, namely with the Fireside Girls, Candace, Ferb, and of course Phineas - since I’m just gonna be gushing about Phinabella in the next part, I’m just gonna talk about the obvious:
I like how The Fireside Girls are in sync, but they’re also not perfect. They’re a clique of sorts, but not necessarily in a bad way. They still make mistakes, like pick on Ginger, and they seem to follow Isabella a little too easily, but their bond is, regardless, part of what makes them all so likable. I really wish we had more Fireside Girls episodes, because those girls deserved more development, and Isabella ROCKS that uniform.
Isabella and Candace’s relationship isn’t as forward as the others, but I really like their interactions - Isabella’s always willing to give Candace advice even if it wasn’t asked for, and Candace was so earnest in comforting Isabella when Pinky went missing and was even supportive of Isabella’s crush on Phineas even though she personally didn’t get the attraction. These two are gonna be rad sister inlaws.
Then there’s Ferb, which was a very interesting development. Isabella went from simply acknowledging him, to outright trying to push him and the others out of the picture, to appreciating him, and finally to really truly getting to know how he thinks. Ferb is an awesome wingman, and a supportive friend - he’s also a total troll, and I love him all the same.
Edit: Adding this here, I also really love Isabella’s friendship/rivalry with Doofenshmirtz, like, they were kinda hostile at first but then she became like? So supportive? She gave him a patch and everything, and I think that’s like, so important, because not many people believe in Doofenshmirtz and assume the worst, and then here’s Isabella who’s gotten to know him and believes he can accomplish his goal enough to give him a patch revolving around it - it’s so wonderful, and if we ever get more content I want them to interact again because any positive reinforcement for Doof is fantastic.
OTP: Phinabella. That’s a given, let’s all be real here. Isabella’s love for Phineas has always been a personal source of joy for me, and I hope to be as devoted as her when I find that special someone. Phineas and Isabella are just...so very in sync, and have such a great bond with each other. Sure, it’s hilarious whenever Isabella’s shot down, but what REALLY makes this ship is just their interactions. Whenever they dance together, whenever Phineas involves Isabella with a project or asks her what they should do, the puns they shared in “De Plane! De Plane!”, how protective they are of each other, how much they care for their feelings - it’s just so darn sweet.
It actually is all the stronger given how oblivious Phineas is, because that let’s you know that those gestures are ALL the more sincere. Phineas just so very deeply cares for Isabella, and Isabella cares very deeply for Phineas. I wish “Act Your Age” showcased this more instead of tearing them a part for a while, because I have a hard time believing they’d lose touch even if Isabella were to try to move on from Phineas - because their friendship isn’t just BECAUSE of Isabella’s crush, and their chemistry isn’t because of romance itself, it’s from the fact that they’re deeply connected in the most pure ways imaginable. I just...love them so much.
I like shipping Isabella with other characters, mostly OCs and...well...Buford oddly enough, but I can’t really see any of those ships being truly endgame. It’s always Phinabella in my heart, it always has to be.
nOTP: Let’s see, uh...Doofbella, Isabella/Candace, Isabella x any of the Fireside Girls, Isabella x Perry...I’d put Ferbella here, but I’m actually okay with that ship. I don’t CARE for it, but I don’t outright despise it either.
Random Headcanon: Based on the events of “La Candace-Cabra”, pulling Isabella’s dress inside out reveals that it doubles as a goat costume; she claims that all the dresses of this particular style and brand do this, and that she only has this dress because “there was a sale at the Googleplex mall”. She ultimately despises the fact her dresses have this feature, but appreciates how soft the goat-costume fur makes the outfit.
Unpopular Opinion: I kinda sorta wish that there was an episode where Buford won against Isabella? Or maybe, just put Isabella in a position where she didn’t necessarily SUCCEED against an opponent. I’d find that kinda conflict interesting.
Song I Associate With Them: “A Thousand Years” by Christina Perri
Favorite Picture of Them:
To be fair there’s like...too many pictures to count, but if I had to choose, it’d be this one...oh, and uh, this one too (I know it’s a gif, but c’mon, this is amazing):
Wow...I talked about Isabella A LOT. Maybe she really IS my favorite...
...nope. Still a three-way draw.
#Phineas and Ferb#isabella garcia-shapiro#phinbella#phinabella#pnf#ask game#character ask#i really like isabella a lot#she just makes me super happy#lol
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Part of this verse!
Dean taps Claire on the shoulder. “You got plans for this weekend?”
Claire twists on their couch to see him and sets aside her laptop. With narrowed eyes full of suspicion, she grabs the remote and mutes Dr. Sexy. “Why?”
“Because.”
“Because why?”
Dean rolls his eyes. This is why he became a teacher. To help teenagers. Not to strangle them for sassing him to his face. Sure, Claire might be a sophomore in college now, and she’s not really a teenager anymore, but Dean’s never going to see her as anything but an angsty junior in high school. Especially if she keeps up the this attitude. Dean says, as evenly as he can, “Because I want to do something with you.”
Claire grimaces. “Really? Don’t you have other boring old man friends to do things with? Like, for instance, your boyfriend?”
“No,” Dean says. “Cas is going to visit Gabriel in LA this week.”
“And you chose to stay behind with me instead?” Claire says, her eyebrows rising to her hairline.
“Yes.”
“Are you dying?”
“What?” Dean gapes. “No!”
Claire squints at him. “Are you hoping I can score drugs for you?”
Dean rolls his eyes. “I can get my own drugs, thanks. It’s one of the perks of being a real live adult.”
“Do you need money?”
“If I did,” Dean starts incredulously, “why would I ask a broke college student?”
“I don’t know,” Claire says with a shrug. “Dementia? That kicks in about now for you, right?”
Dean’s mouth falls open. “I’m barely thirty-four!”
Claire shrugs. “Alzheimers?”
“That’s a kind of dementia,” Dean tells her flatly. He runs a hand down his face. “Look, are you free or not, kid?”
Dean is pretty sure she doesn’t have plans, judging by the way she’s religiously camped out on their couch for the past two weeks straight. She's abandoned her spot only to go to the bathroom, eat meals, and, on one memorable occasion, visit her parents for Sunday dinner. The living room her space now - which is fine with him, Dean’s been doing his summer school grading at the kitchen table. Along with her computer, Claire’s got the coding handbook Charlie Frankenstien-ed for her out of a bunch of different documents, probably all downloaded and printed illegally. On the television, she cycles through daytime soaps and CW evening dramas.
Claire grins. “On Saturday or something? Yeah.”
He rolls his eyes. “Was that so hard?”
“No, but it was fun.”
“Anyone ever tell you you’re a handful?” Dean says as he turns to head back into the kitchen. Lunch wasn’t going to make itself, and Cas was due back any minute from his errands.
“Just my parents, every day from age thirteen to eighteen,” Claire says casually as she reaches for the remote to resume Dr. Sexy.
Dean freezes. “Hey,” he starts, not really sure where he’s going with this.
“What?” Claire snaps as if annoyed, but her face is guarded.
“Your parents were asshats, you know that?” Dean says. “They shouldn’t have done that to you.”
“Yeah, well, you know what they say about family,” Claire mutters as she turns up Dr. Sexy.
In the middle of her junior year of high school, Claire moved in with Cas for about six months.
Early in the year, she had an explosive argument with her parents about transferring from their preferred private school to Edlund High. She also came out to them.
Dean has the sneaking suspicion Claire doesn’t think she had it that bad. Her parents didn’t hit her. They didn’t kick her out. They didn’t even stop giving her her allowance. But they didn’t talk to her for days on end. They ignored her until she needed something from them, or the other way around. By Christmas, Claire had had enough. She left.
Back then, Dean told Claire her parents were in the wrong as many times as she would let him - which wasn’t many.
Cas took the lead with her, instead. She was his family. He found her a therapist and encouraged her to make friends at Edlund. Dean didn’t really feel like it was his place. She was Cas’s niece, and Dean was the guy who stayed over a couple times a week when she was crashing there too. And then he became her teacher when the transfer to Edlund became official. Still, she wouldn’t consider him family.
“My uncle always said, ‘family don’t end in blood,’” Dean tells her seriously.
Claire slumps back on the couch. “Right,” she says dully.
Dean takes a step back, rubbing his neck as he swallows down his next few words. He’s not about to give a heartfelt lecture on family and healthy boundaries to someone who’s going to grumble and groan through it. He jerks his head towards the kitchen. “I’ll get started on-”
Claire interrupts, “But that’s not grammatically correct. Aren’t you an English teacher? Who gave you a license to teach?”
Dean snorts. “Just think about it, will you?”
“Uh huh,” Claire waves him off. “If you’re going to the kitchen, can you make me a sandwich?”
Dean rolls his eyes. “Yes, Your Majesty. Cas finished off the strawberry jelly while he was grading essays last night, so you’re gonna have to settle for grape.”
Claire makes a face but nods. Dean’s almost at the kitchen door when she asks, “Your uncle, was he really your uncle?”
Dean shakes his head. “Not by blood. He was a good friend of my dad’s. But he was as good as family - better than, sometimes.” He swallows. Bobby’s been gone two years now. Dean had thought the grief when his dad passed was bad, but it was a whole other beast with Bobby.
Claire squints at him, looking so much like Cas Dean can’t help the warm feeling in his chest. “This is your show, right?” she asks out of the blue, gesturing to the television.
Dean blinks. “Yeah?”
And that’s how Cas finds them ten minutes later, eating PB&Js on the couch, watching Dr. Sexy - with Claire skewering every characterization and costume choice, and Dean defending Dr. Sexy’s cowboy boots with his life.
* * *
“Minigolf, really?” Claire asks as they pull into the parking lot on a bright Saturday afternoon. The early-summer temperatures are already high enough to make Dean sweat in the Impala, and Claire’s shorts could double as bikini bottoms, they’re so small.
She adds, “You realize I have a fake ID and we could probably go to a bar or something.”
“One,” Dean says as he slams the car door shut, “minigolf is a classic American pastime. Much better for your liver than drinking. And B, don’t ever tell Cas about that fake.”
Claire clambers out of the car. “I’m not an idiot.”
“Just making sure,” Dean says airily as he starts walking. He holds out his hand as she jobs to catch up to him. “Lemme see it.”
“Why?” she asks suspiciously as she digs for her wallet in her purse and fishes the ID out.
“Nice job,” Dean says as he holds it up to the sunlight shining overhead. “Ash?”
Claire stops short, surprised. “What?”
“Did Ash do this one?” Dean asks. “Come on,” he tells her as he nudges her shoulder to keep her moving out of the middle of the parking lot. “Nobody else does ‘em this good.”
“How do you know that?” Claire demands.
Dean laughs. “I told you I can get my own drugs.”
“Ash deals too?” Claire asks, looking hopeful.
Dean leans over to ruffle her hair. “His dope is a little out of your price range, squirt.”
“Hey!” Claire squawks as she tries to smooth everything back into place. “And nobody calls it ‘dope’ any more, you doof.”
Dean grins. “Yeah, I know.”
They enter the main building and get in line to rent the putters. It smells strongly of sunblock and worn down parental patience. A few parents wait ahead of them, all older than Dean with kids younger than Claire. A group of high schoolers are inspecting a row of putters on display on the far wall. Through the windows to the back, Dean can see a splendid display of mostly-intact astroturf and course obstacles with sun-faded paint.
The guy behind the counter is wearing an obnoxiously bright shirt and smile. “Hiya,” he says cheerily as they step up to the counter, “I’m Garth, welcome!”
“Two adults please,” Claire says quickly, like she knows Dean was going to ask for a kid’s ticket to mess with her.
“You got it,” Garth says as he bends down to grab two putters. “The bathrooms are by Hole 7, and if you want to grab lunch across the way at Fenris’s Diner, show them your receipt and you’ll get 15% off.”
Dean steps forward with his wallet. “Do you know if they have pie?”
Garth smiles wider, showing even more teeth, which Dean didn’t think was possible. “You bet! The best darn cherry pie I’ve ever tasted.”
“Awesome,” he says. “Thanks, man.”
“Thank you!” Garth says as he rings them up. “And good luck on the course!”
* * *
Dean is uncomfortably sweaty by Hole 2, and Claire piles her hair on top of her head in a messy bun to cool off her neck halfway through Hole 4.
“Swing batter, batter, swing!” Dean shouts from right behind her as she hits the ball at Hole 6.
Claire glares at him as her ball knocks against the windmill blade and skips off to the side. “That’s for baseball, idiot.”
“But you still missed,” Dean points out as he sidles up to tee. “So does it really matter? Hey!” She kicks him in the ankle as he strikes at the ball. “You cheater,” he gasps dramatically.
“So what?” Claire asks, putter swinging ominously at her side, “You gonna tell on me?”
Dean frowns. “No, but I won't buy you any pie when this is all over.” He keeps his eyes peeled for an opportunity to mess with her as she takes another stab at the windmill.
“Fine with me. I like cake better.”
Dean raises his head to gape at her. “Seriously?”
Claire throws him a funny look. “Does it matter?”
Dean’s mouth works furiously. “You ate the last slice of pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving two years ago.”
Claire’s eyebrows climb to her hairline as she leans against the windmill and watches him take another stab at it. “You remember that?”
Dean hardly watches where his ball goes. “Of course I do.”
Jimmy and Amelia had elected to have Thanksgiving at Cas’s mother’s place. Cas, whose frosty relationship with his mother wasn’t helped by her dismissive attitude towards Claire, hosted a separate Thanksgiving at the (then) new house he shared with Dean. Sam and Jess flew in from California, and Claire was, of course, invited too. They were having a fucking blast, until Claire stole the last slice of pie right out from under Dean’s nose.
Claire snickers under her breath. “You’re so weird.”
Dean glares. “I called dibs.”
“I seriously have no idea what you’re talking about, McMurphy,” Claire says, the liar. She crouches to get a better look at the windmill.
Dean tries to suppress his smile. “Was that a One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest reference?”
Claire rolls her eyes. “I paid attention in your class, you know. Even if you gave me an A-minus.”
Dean grins. “But you got a 5 on the AP Exam.”
Claire does a little jig as her ball falls into the hole.
* * *
“What the fuck?” Dean howls as his ball stops just short of Hole 9. Parents chaperoning a group of five kids at Hole 10 glare daggers at him.
Claire laughs uproariously. “Sucks to suck, old man.”
“Hey!” Dean glowers as she sinks a hole in one.
“What’s that?” Claire holds her putter up in victory. “Did you see that? Did that go in the hole? I wasn’t watching. Did the ball go in the hole?”
“Shut up, kid,” Dean grumbles as Claire smirks. “It wasn’t funny the first time.” He concentrates on his next shot. God help him if he fucks up with his ball barely half a foot from the hole.
One of the toddlers at Hole 10 lets out an ear-splitting shriek, and Dean’s ball skips off in the direction of Hole 13.
Claire doubles over laughing.
“Yeah, yeah,” Dean grumbles as he sidesteps her to go fetch it, “Like you would’ve done any better.”
“I just did. Or did you miss my hole in one?” Claire asks from right behind him.
“I’m hungry,” Dean declares.
“Okay…?” Claire squints at him.
Dean nods to a hotdog stand by Hole 14. “Whaddya say to a dog?”
“Mystery meat at a roadside attraction that hasn’t been renovated since ‘97? Sign me up,” Claire says sarcastically.
Dean claps her on the back, just a shade too hard. “That’s the spirit.”
She stumbles but doesn't fall - exactly Dean’s plan - and glares at him. “If I get E. coli, it’s your fault.”
Once hotdogs are in hand, they sit and eat on a worn bench that’s more chipped paint than bench, facing a dinky little fountain. A few pennies glint dully from at bottom, almost obscured by the bright midday sunlight reflecting off the surface of the water.
“So,” Claire says after she takes her first bite. “You wanna tell me what this is all about?”
“What?”
“This whole distant dad trying to reconnect with his kid routine,” Claire says.
“I - I’m not your dad,” Dean stutters, face heating.
“Duh. Dad was more of Church retreat guy.” She leans back on the bench, stretching out her legs, and tilts her face up to catch more sun. “I would’ve had a better time if there was no singing and 100% more hitting things.”
Dean asks haltingly, “So you don’t think this is weird?”
“What hanging out with you?” Claire asks, her smile guileless. “I heard elder enrichment is important to prevent cognitive decline, so I’m just doing my duty.” She laughs at his disappointed frown. “Relax. This has been… great.”
“Really?”
Claire finishes off her hotdog and balls up the aluminum foil wrapper. “Yeah. Don’t let it go to your head.”
Dean gets up to put her trash and his in the garbage and manages to stow his broad smile before he gets back.
* * *
“Hole in one!” Dean crows at Hole 15.
“Do you want a gold star?” Claire snarks as she tees up.
“Shut up.”
Claire swings, and they both watch as her ball deftly navigates around the bumps and turns to sink neatly into the hole.
Dean’s smile falls off his face as Claire jumps around in victory. “Lucky shot,” he tells her as they troop to Hole 16.
“Uh huh,” Claire says. “And that makes, what seven lucky shots for me? And how many holes in one have you had?”
At the next hole, they have to wait for the large family ahead of them to finish up.
“Oh my god,” Claire mutters as one of the parents demonstrates how to properly swing the putter for the youngest child, “it’s minigolf. Not the Olympics.”
“I know, right?” Dean says in an undertone. “Who cares how she hits the ball? If she wants to bowl it down the course, let her.”
“Seriously, who gives a fuck?”
“I bet she’s gonna scream before they’re done with the lesson.”
“What?”
“Water works in 5… 4… 3…”
They wait with bated breath as, sure enough, the child sits down in the middle of the course and wails. She refuses to even touch the putter.
“How did you know that was gonna happen?” Claire asks as the family moves on. She eyes him critically. “High schoolers aren’t the tantrum type.”
“Shows what you know,” Dean snorts. No matter the point of spending today with Claire, he wasn’t about to tell her how he became an expert in toddler care. Christ, he can still remember the sticky feeling of Sammy’s vomit all over his front when he cried so hard he puked. Dean’s crime? Telling Sammy his favorite blanket needed to be washed. Dean hadn’t even taken it away yet.
Dean tells Claire instead, “I’ve seen more meltdowns over bad essay grades than I’d like. And it’s not like I can say, well, you should have read the damn book, Ava.”
“You wouldn’t say something like that,” Claire says as she bends down to set up her ball.
“Of course not,” Dean rolls his eyes, “that makes it worse.”
Claire straightens. “No, I’m saying, you would probably ask her why she didn’t have the time to read the book; if she’s tried the audiobook instead; if you should talk to Mr. Lafitte for her since she spent too long on Algebra and didn’t get to your homework.” She shrugs, meeting his eyes briefly. “You would do something like that.”
Dean blinks because she’s got him exactly right. He’s a firm believer that there’s no such thing as a lazy student. There are unmotivated students; there are students with undiagnosed ADHD or dyslexia; and there are anxious and/or depressed students. Hell, there are students with side-jobs, bills to pay, and little brothers to look after.
“Yeah,” he agrees, discomfited. Claire was his student for one year, but her presence in class was kind of eclipsed by her rocky home life. In senior year, she was back with her parents, but she also caught up regularly with Cas. In class, she faded into the background - Kaia’s blonde shadow. Cas’s stories provided Dean with more insight than any discussion on The Plot Against America ever did.
“All the seniors loved you,” Claire says. “Max Banes would’ve slept with you if he could.”
Dean hits his ball right into the mini sand pit. “What?”
Claire smirks. “You didn’t know?”
“No!”
“Uncle Cas was right, you are oblivious,” Claire says as she whacks her ball straight into the hole.
“Hey,” Dean says, but the protest is weak. “Cas wasn’t much better.”
Claire grins. “No one’s arguing that.” She waits until Dean’s mid-swing to say, “Max would’ve slept with Uncle Cas too - which, gross.”
“Dammit, Claire!”
* * *
“Okay,” Claire says as they walk away from Hole 18. “I’m gonna need to sit in AC for at least forty-five minutes.”
They’ve been out in the sun for nearly two hours now. Dean pulls his damp shirt away from his stomach with a grimace. “You down for pie?”
“Sure,” Claire says gratefully as they leave minigolf behind them.
In the diner, the air conditioning hits them like a bucket of cold water to the face. Claire throws herself into the first both they see as Dean troops off to relieve himself in the bathroom. He checks his phone - one grumpy text from Cas about Gabriel’s inappropriate choice of swimwear for a hotel pool - and exits with a smile on his face.
Back at the booth, Claire is twirling a lock of blonde hair around her finger, smiling coyly up at the waitress from lowered lashes. But Claire's inviting expression flips off like a switch as Dean drops down into the opposite seat.
The waitress’ own sunny smile takes on a distinctly plastic sheen at his arrival. “Hello!” she chirps as Dean picks up the menu. “Is there anything I can get you besides water?”
“Can I get a coke?” Dean asks the waitress - Maggie, according to her nametag. She’s tall, probably taller than Claire, and dark-haired. She seems around Claire's own age, so Dean would bet she’s only working here as a summer job.
Claire is still glaring daggers at him, so Dean asks, partly to be a dick, “And what’re you getting, Claire?”
“Water,” she says through gritted teeth.
“A coke and a water, please,” Dean says cheerfully to Maggie.
She bobs a nod and casts a lingering look at Claire. “I’ll be right back to take your order.”
Claire kicks him under the table as she disappears into the kitchen. “You couldn’t have waited another five minutes?” she hisses “I was just about to get her number.”
Dean grins. “My bad.”
“Now she thinks I’m here with my dad or something.” Claire crosses her arms across her chest.
Dean rolls his eyes. “You call me an old man, but I’m, what, twelve years older than you? We’re more likely to be on a date.”
Claire’s flat-out horrified face is enough to make Dean’s week. He’s still laughing as Maggie makes a return, one water and one Coca Cola in tow.
“So what can I get you both?” Maggie asks as she reaches for her pad and pen.
“One slice of cherry pie, thanks,” Dean says brightly.
“Nothing for me,” Claire mumbles.
Maggie looks from Claire to Dean and back again. “One cherry pie,” she confirms slowly. “Should I bring out two forks?”
Over Dean’s fresh bout of laughter, Claire says loudly, “We’re not together!”
Maggie blinks a few times, and Dean can’t tell if she’s more shocked by his reaction or Claire’s. “Okay.”
As she leaves, Claire buries her head in her hands. Her voice is muffled by her hands and hair, but Dean can make out, “This is all your fault.”
“How?” Dean asks as he sucks on his straw. “It’s not my fault if you’ve got no game, kid.”
Claire slumps onto the table. “I used to.”
“Stalking doesn't count as ‘game’ or else Cas and me would have gotten together way before we did,” Dean says sagely.
Still face-down on the table, Claire flips him the bird.
“Have you spoken to Kaia lately?”
Claire doesn’t move for a long moment. When she finally raises her head, her expression is pinched. “Not since Spring Break last year. She was doing good, I guess.”
Awkwardly, Dean says, “It’s okay if you’re still hung up on her.”
Claire waves his assurances away. “It’s been a whole fucking year."
Dean sighs. “These things can take time. You were with her while a lot was going on in your life, and she was there for you through all of it. Just ’cause you're young doesn’t mean it meant less. But if you want to move on, sometimes you don’t have to wait until you’re 100% ready.”
“Thanks, Senpai.”
Maggie approaches carrying a large slice of cherry pie.
“Here you go,” Maggie says as she sets the plate down. “Anything else I can get you?”
“Nothing for me,” Dean butts in before Claire can get a word in edgewise, “But Claire, here, would like your number.”
Maggie goes bright red.
“Dean,” Claire hisses, completely mortified. “What the fuck?” She turns to Maggie. “Forget what he said. He’s a moron who doesn't know what he’s talking about.”
Maggie glances to Dean before settling back on Claire. “So… you don’t want it?”
Claire splutters, “I - no - yes, but not if-” She takes a breath, clearly trying to compose herself. “Yes, I would like your number. But not because he said so.”
“You don’t have to decide now.” Dean fishes out his wallet and takes out a five. “It won’t affect your tip,” he says with a wink as he shoves the bill under the napkin dispenser.
Maggie bites her lip. “I’ll think about it.”
Once Maggie’s left, Claire leans over the table and punches Dean, hard, in the arm. “Oh my god, are you actually braindead?”
“Hey, watch the pie!” Dean yanks his plate closer, out of Claire’s line of fire.
“What on earth possessed you to do that?” Claire demands.
Dean eyes his pie, planning his perfect plan of attack. “You needed a push in the right direction.”
Claire’s eyes flash. “I don’t need your help.”
“Tough luck, because you got it anyway,” Dean says with a shrug as portions off his first bite. “You’re only here for the summer. You don’t have the time to pine from across the softball field for a whole season.”
Claire frowns, saying warily, “I know Maggie isn’t Kaia.”
Dean points his fork, dripping with pie filling at her face. “So you gotta try a new strategy.”
“How?”
“Well, get yourself a capable wingman, for starters,” Dean says around his next bite of pie.
“Who? You?” Claire asks incredulously.
“Probably not,” Dean says, shuddering at the thought. He’d intervened with Maggie because was fucking funny as hell to see Claire get Cas-levels of awkward, but scoping out any more romantic prospects for Claire makes him feel sleazy. “I’m more of a pinch hitter.”
“What?”
“You really didn’t pay attention to a single softball game, did you?” Dean says, almost impressed.
Claire glares.
“They’re the guys called in last minute to fill in for a batter,” Dean says. He shovels the last bit of pie into his mouth, saying, “Did you keep in touch with Krissy?”
Claire shakes her head. “They were all Kaia’s friends first, so…”
“She got them in the divorce?” Dean says sympathetically.
Claire nods, her expression darkening.
“I know she’s back home for the summer too, taking care of her dad,” Dean says. “I bet she could use someone to hang with - if you ever get bored coding from our couch. Data entry for Charlie can’t be that exciting. Don’t tell her I said that.”
Claire rolls her eyes. “You don’t need to set up playdates for me, Dean.”
Dean shrugs. “Suit yourself. But none of Krissy’s other friends are back home - Josephine’s abroad, and the rest of ‘em are staying in their college towns.”
“I’ll think about it.”
Dean nods. That’s probably as good as he’ll ever get with Claire - she’s not the type to gratefully accept help. She’s more likely to complain to his face while going behind his back and doing it anyway. Which, fine, if it gets Claire out of their apartment and out of her funk.
On their way out, Maggie leaves her number on their receipt.
* * *
Claire slams the Impala door shut and relaxes in the passenger seat. “Well that was fun,” she says sarcastically as Dean twists around to pull out of the parking lot without mowing down an unfortunate 1999 Toyota Camry. “Let’s do that again soon.”
“Really?” Dean asks. At her blank stare, he adds, “I never know with you. Did you really have a good time?”
She fiddles with her seatbelt, biting her lip. “I won’t say this again, so cherish this moment: today was not the worst day I’ve ever had.” She huffs out a long breath. “It was almost fun, if you forget that shit in the diner.”
Dean laughs. “I’ll take it, I guess.” He taps his fingers against the wheel as he waits for an opening in traffic to merge onto the highway. “I’m glad.”
“Me too,” Claire mutters, so low he can barely hear her.
Dean lets the noise of the road take over for a few minutes: the reassuring rattling of the toy soldiers in the back air vent; his baby’s engine purring like a dream; the low ambient hum of her tires carrying them across miles of pavement.
Once he’s as calm as he’s gonna get, he says, “I have a question for you.”
Claire shoots him a look. “It’s not like I’m going anywhere.”
Dean shouldn’t have bothered asking. She really is incapable of being anything other than a teenager.
“I’m thinking of asking Cas to marry me,” Dean says quickly. As Claire absorbs his words, his heart kicks up to double-time, hammering away in his chest. “Would you be okay with that?”
“Why are you asking me?” Her eyebrows are drawn together in that same furrow that Cas always has whenever a student stumps him with a question.
“Because you’re his family.” He’s honestly surprised he has to say this part out loud.
“Shouldn’t you be asking Grandmother instead?” Claire asks.
Dean shakes his head. “Cas doesn’t care about her opinion - or Jimmy’s.”
Claire takes another long moment to think that over. “So… are you, what, asking my permission?”
“Yep.”
“To marry my uncle.”
Dean shoots her a look. “I really don’t think the concept is that hard to understand.” Claire’s a smart kid. She’s probably drawing it out on purpose.
“Yeah, but -” Claire breaks off, “It’s weird, though.”
Dean rolls his eyes. “You literally called me a weird old man yesterday.”
“But… not this weird.”
“It’s a yes or no question, Claire,” Dean reminds her testily.
Claire waves him off. “I mean, yes, obviously, but what the hell?” Her eyes narrow, accusatory. “Is this why you made me do this weird bonding thing with you today?”
“I -” Dean stutters. “I didn’t make you-”
“It is!” Claire crows. “Were you thinking about it for all 18 holes?”
“No,” Dean says shortly.
“I don’t believe you.” Claire grins. “Were you nervous?”
“No.”
“Yeah, I’m calling BS again. You gotta work on that poker face.” She sits back in her seat, her smugness practically radiating off her in waves.
Dean has the strangest urge to hug her.
Claire lets her hair fall over her face as she picks at her nails. “Just so you know,” she starts in an undertone, “I know it was you who convinced Uncle Cas to take me in. Back in high school.”
“Cas wanted to be there for you,” Dean says quickly, “He just didn’t know how. Honestly,” he says with a laugh, “Cas was scared he’d piss you off more, and then where would you go?”
“Really?” Claire asks, surprised.
Dean nods. “The guy is a great teacher, but he’s not great with kids if there isn’t a desk between them, you know? He's been working on it, though. Having you around taught him a lot.”
“That makes sense,” Claire says, almost to herself. “Anyway, I’ve only really known Uncle Cas while you were together. It’d be more weird if you didn’t get married.”
Dean doesn’t bother turning on the turn signal as he pulls over to the side of the road.
“What the-?” Claire starts, twisting in her seat to look out the window. “Why’d you - oof.”
Dean wraps his arms around her, squeezing tightly.
“Ugh,” she groans, “You smell.” But she hugs him back anyway.
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All right then :)) how about a scenario of going on a road trip with Natsuya Kirishima (if ur not comfortable writing about him then Rin Matsuoka)
thank you for this request!! i absolutely adore natsuya uwu (and of course my number 1 sharky rin HAHAHA)
i’m so sorry if this took quite a while : (( i was in the middle of a writing event and i tried my best to do it at the same time, but unfortunately, my 2 brain cells couldn’t do it JSKJSKJS (coincidentally my other story’s theme was also road trip!!)
here it is and i hope you enjoy it! (hopefully natsuya isn’t too ooc)
Natsuya Kirishima X Reader
To say you were looking forward to this trip with Natsuya, would be the understatement of the decade. It has been a while since you’ve gone on a vacation, most of them due to Natsuya’s constant moving. But this time, he was back in your arms, by your side, and you couldn’t be happier.
All packed up and ready to go, your road trip began, with the sun just about to rise.
Feet propped up the dashboard, hands up in the air, and songs blaring from the speakers, you were having the time of your life. You looked at Natsuya with flushed cheeks and leaned in to kiss his cheek. Chuckles left his lips, and joined in with your loud singing.
When hunger struck you both, you decided to get takeaway from a fast food chain along the way. You contemplated between stopping to eat or to just continue driving, only for Natsuya to say,
“Why can’t we do both? That way we’ll get there earlier.”
Well, you couldn’t argue that.
And that was how you ended up feeding Natsuya fries and almost spilling your drink on the seats.
After long hours of driving, you finally arrived at your destination. Continuous running water from a rocky ledge, a contrast to the clear, calm water beneath the falls. Very few people were around, but it was perfect.
The inner child couldn’t help but kick off your flip flops, eager to feel the water. Natsuya’s chuckles were heard, only fueling your excitement. While walking around the water, you felt your foot step on slippery rock, but before you could fall, a hand gripped your arm, pulling you into their chest. You looked up to see amber eyes gazing at you with concern.
“You okay?,” he asked, letting you go gently.
“Y-Yup, don’t worry. Just got a bit too excited I guess,” you assured him, pecking his cheek. “Thanks for saving me, knight in swimming trunks.”
That earned you a tickle on the waist and a quick peck on the lips.
All dressed up, you and Natsuya hurried to water. After dipping your head in the cool water, you were caught by surprise when Natsuya splashed you. Not letting him get the upper hand, you splashed him back. Both of you were playing back and forth when he suddenly stopped.
“Natsuya?,” you looked around, not seeing his unruly brown locks anywhere. Honestly, how can a man that big disappear so suddenly?
You were about to move from your spot to look for him when someone wrapped their arms around your waist carried you, causing you to shriek. You were just about to knock the person on the head, when you recognize their messy brown hair.
“What the hell Natsuya?,” you said to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
His only response was a sinister laugh. You were confused but instantly realized what he was doing. Your feet no longer touched the rocky surface.
“N-Natsuya, whatever you’re planning on doing, don’t,” you warned him, trying to pry his strong arms around you.
“Where’s the fun in that?,” he replied, a sly smirk plastered on his face.
“You know I’m not that good of a swimmer as you,” you reasoned, “If I drown, I’m holding you responsible.”
“Really admire your trust in me babe,” he rolled his eyes.
“I’m s-serious Natsuya,” you replied.
“Who said I’m not?”
“Let me go,”
“Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“It’ll be fun for you, not me,”
“Just a little bit further.”
“Natsuyaaa,” you droned.
His grin only widened in return.
You were about to try and stop him when you felt his arms loosened around your waist. You let out a loud shriek and tightened your arms around his neck, your legs fastened at his waist.
Loud chortles of laughter were heard, Natsuya’s head thrown back. You punched him on his shoulder, your heart beating too quickly for your liking.
“Asshole,” you said.
“You love me,” he replied, pecking you on the lips.
“You’re lucky I do.”
“I really am,” he said. That caused your cheeks to go dark, caught off guard from his remark.
When the sun was about to set, you and Natsuya decided to drive back, not wanting to travel late at night. You insisted on being the one to drive back, as Natsuya was the one driving earlier. He tried to convince you that it was okay but, in the end, you got your way and was now the one behind the wheels.
In the middle of the ride back home, Natsuya began to feel drowsy, exhausted from the events earlier. You noticed his eyes, droopier than usual.
“Try to get some sleep Natsuya,” you told him.
He shook his head and said,” I’m not tired, besides, who’s gonna guide you. Who knows where you’ll lead us.”
“I’m not stupid you know,” you glared at him.
“Still, I don’t want to leave you alone,” he argued.
“You won’t leave me alone, you’re just going to sleep,” you said back at him.
“I’m not tired.”
“Okay, suit yourself.”
And just a few minutes later, he was out like a rock.
After an hour, you were finally home. You shook Natsuya gently, his eyes slowly opening.
“We’re home Natsuya,” you said.
“I’m sorry I fell asleep,” he yawned, and rubbed his eyes.
“It’s okay, you doof,” you said, stepping out of the car to grab your things.
Once you two were settled, Natsuya pulled you in bed, hugging you to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his back, your cheek pressed against his toned body.
“Natsuya,” he hummed in reply, “Thank you for today. I know you don’t have much time because of your job, but I’m really happy we got to do this.”
He tightened his grip around you and leaned his forehead on yours.
“I should be thanking you. Thank you for always being there for me. I couldn’t have gotten this far without you.”
You pulled back your head from his and stared at his brilliant amber eyes. You leaned in and pressed your lips against his. You felt him sigh, and deepened the kiss.
“I love you,” you said as you separated.
“I love you,” he replied back.
It was safe to say that, your love for each other would not run out, for a very long time. That night, you and Natsuya both slept soundly, warmth enveloping you both.
- hope you enjoyed it and tysm for reading!! mwa
#Free!#free x reader#free! x reader#x reader#natsuya kirishima x reader#kirishima natsuya x reader#natsuya x reader#fluff#free! scenario#natsuya scenario#road trip scenario#i love natsuya kirishima#you should too#hopefully you enjoyed it#mwa
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