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Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 7

a/n: im sorry but takeru could take my uwus like hes so adorable yall 🥺😭

anon:

-LETS BE HONESTTT WITH OURSELVES. oikawa bringing takeru to practice cuz he forgot he promised to watch him n so he asks you to watch him while he rushes off to change— and then takeru goes OFF after he hears that YOURE the person uncle tooru keeps talking about. he basically just exposes oikawa, gets on your good side w all the embarrassing blackmail material he can provide, and oikawa comes back to you grinning like a madwoman HAHAHAHAHA c,:

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-‘ Omg Takeru spills to his mom and grandmother how Oikawa had a crush and how awkward he is around this girl. Which leads to them inviting her over without Oikawa knowing. He comes home one day, a lil upset because yn wasn't at practice only to hear her giggling with his mother and sister while having tea ‘

NOW THIS IS THE REAL TEAAA!!!!!!!

TAKERU IS SUCH A MOOD MY GOD IMAGINE HAVING A CRACKHEAD UNCLE LIKE OIKAWA!!!!😭😭😭😭

uwu yes i love this req so lets start

so basically

two words:

uncle oikawa

bahahaha no not really but yes really tho

anyways

this is going to basically be the scenario where takeru has accepted you as his auntie

so sit down my little grasshoppers because this is finna be a long one

it all started when oikawa forgot his promise

now,

oikawa prides himself in being a know-it-all and being ‘responsible’ or shit like that but hes,,,,, far from that

like how he was currently running towards the gym where takeru’s volleyball class was at because he forgot that his sister made him promise to pick his nephew up since she was working overtime today

oikawa tooru didnt care about his appearance and the way he huffed as he sonic nyoomed his way there since he was more scared of what his sister would do to him if she finds out he was late

the sight of the gym door has never felt so good

‘TAKERU!!’

he yelled and a head peaked out that belonged to the one and only boy

‘uncle, youre so loud’

he chided and tooru rolled his eyes before grabbing his hand

‘hey, go get your stuff. im late and y/n is going go kill me if im not there’

takeru rolled his own eyes and went at a snail’s pace as he packed up his knee pads and his water bottles

‘TAKERU HURRY UP WHAT-!’

‘hmm,, dont lie uncle. you just want to see the pretty goddess nee-chan’

OKAY TAKERU DANG

so basically,,

its been mentioned that you call the boys a lot or its them calling you and oikawa happens to be the one who calls you constantly

and takeru lives with them and he’s usually up quite late so he hears tooru downstairs while talking to you

like one time, he couldnt sleep and his mom told him to drink warm milk to help him so he was just going down the stairs when he heard tooru laugh

now, dont get him wrong

hes heard his uncle laugh before so hes seen how he laughs around girls and it was like nails on a chalkboard

but this time, it sounded very genuine and his chuckles were almost,,, shy

and he figured that tooru was talking to a girl since he kept saying a girl’s name

‘y/n-chan~ youre so cute~ dont make me come over there and kiss you~’

oikawa cooed and takeru cringed

so he was talking to you

he was no stranger to your name as he once teased his uncle for being whipped and got an hour long rant about how beautiful you were and nice and angelic and how you were just an angel on earth

so yea he knew you

tooru’s voice became clearer as he stepped foot into the kitchen

even a child like him could tell his uncle was basically in love with you

and he doesnt even really know what love is!!

‘disgusting’

the child said and tooru, who believes in ghosts and is the biggest scaredy cat, shrieked at the sudden voice

‘oikawa-san? what’s wrong?’

your voice could be heard through his phone but tooru quickly told you good night and ended the call before he got off the chair and crossed his arms to stand in front of takeru

‘what did you say?’

he asked and takeru looked up at him, mimicking his pose

‘i said, its disgusting, uncle’

oikawa looked offended

‘what?! how could you say that?!’

takeru shrugged then he walked over to the fridge

‘yozora-kun told me that girls have cooties and we would die if we get it’

god it was such a childish thing to say but to an actual child like takeru, it sounded perfectly valid

‘its gross and nasty and he said you get all sweaty and you get a fever and ew’

tooru shook his head in disbelief before going over to help the boy get a glass

‘its not nasty or gross or disgusting, takeru. its actually,,, really nice. you dont die from it and you get sweaty when you get nervous and you dont get a fever, you just get flustered, thats all’

takeru still didnt believe him

‘well, he also said girls become monsters and they would eat your face’

KFJDSLFJSLDKIM SCREAMING

oikawa chortled

‘what?!’

‘you heard me. all girls are monsters and you should protect yourself, uncle’

but when he met you, my oh my, you were no monster

you were,,,,,, really really really pretty

poor takeru doesnt really know the real meaning of beautiful so he settled on you being really really really really pretty

like when oikawa dragged him in the gym, takeru stared at you

his mind couldnt process on the fact that someone as pretty as you even existed

but that doesnt really say much since hes only like 8

BUT STILL

oikawa was hurriedly shoving them both in the gym and he was annoyed that takeru was just standing there but he was really just watching you as you scurried around to give the team their towels

‘takeru! come on!’

tooru’s voice snapped him out of it so he finally walked forward

‘y/n-chan~!’

oikawa called out and iwaizumi was about to yell at him for being late but you already had your bad bitch face on and you were strutting over

‘oikawa tooru, do you know how late you are?!’

you scolded and pulled his ear down to your height

‘eeeehhhh~~??? y/n-chan dont be so rough! it hurts! dont hurt oikawa-san!’

he teased to ease your anger but you sucked in a sharp breath

‘ill make sure it hurts more’

oikawa turned pale and started pleading and stuttering

‘please pleaseplease y/n-chan, i had to pick up takeru and it was a total mess and-’

at the mention of takeru, you let go of him and you finally caught sight of the little boy

ohmygee he was so adorable and youre just a sucker for adorable kids so you kinda squatted to his height since the height difference wasnt that big

you gave him a big smile and waved a hand

‘hey, you must be takeru. im y/n’

the poor kid’s face turned red unknowingly and he stiffened before nodding aggressively

‘my name is oikawa takeru and i am 6 years old’

he hand out his hands to prove his age and you giggled before nodding

‘my name is l/n y/n and i am 16 years old’

you held out 10 fingers then switched to having 6 up like he did

‘waaaa youre,,,’

the boy paused to subtract with his fingers before looking up at you with wide eyes

‘youre 10 years older than me!’

you sweatdropped at the sudden thought of being old

‘hmm i guess i am’

you tilted your head to the side and continued to talk to the boy, completely oblivious to the stares from the others

they all sported a bright red blush and red ears at the thought of you being so good with kids and what if it was their own?

kindaichi gasped and held his hands to his face to cover the burst of all shades of red that decorated his entire face

OHMYGOSH THEYRE SO WHIPPED WHAT

‘ne, nee-chan, i know you’

takeru spoke as you led him to sit down on the bleacher, away from the practicing team and from any rogue balls

‘oh? you do?’

‘eung! uncle talks about you all the time! and he calls you too! i live with him, see, and nana yells at him for being on his phone during dinner because hes talking to you’

takeru admitted and you turned red, suddenly flustered

‘he talks about me? what does he say about me, take-chan?’

the little boy paused, holding his chin to think, then he lit up

‘he calls you beautiful goddess y/n-chan!’

YALL TAKERU IS SO CUTE WHAT THE HECK

‘he does?’

you asked, wholeheartedly surprised

takeru violently nods his head

‘yes! uncle talks about you all the time! my friend yozora wants to meet you too!’

‘hah? who is that?’

takeru sheepishly scratches his cheek

‘yozora-kun told uncle that girls are gross but uncle got mad and told him you were different because you were pretty and nice and yozora wants to see if you really were’

you laughed at the childish claims of this yozora boy

‘well,,, take-chan, do you think im gross?’

you asked, making the boy flustered again

‘no,,,, nee-chan is really pretty’

he mumbled while twiddling his fingers and you squealed before hugging him

‘oh, take-chan! you should visit more often!’

takeru nodded, smiling at how warm you were

‘eung! i love nee-chan! see? i can say i love nee-chan because im not a coward like uncle!’

you pulled away just slightly with a raised eyebrow

‘what are you talking about, takeru?’

the child puffed out his chest and his lip took on a smug angle

‘uncle talks to the mirror every morning! he says hes practicing! he takes forever just saying he loves you in the mirror and he doesnt let me pee! but its okay! because uncle can keep being coward but i get the pretty nee-chan!’

a disbelieving smile settled itself on your face and you absentmindedly caressed his smaller hand

‘what else does uncle do, take-chan? you see, nee-chan wants to tease him!’

takeru paused then lit up

‘oh! before i was born, mama told me uncle ate flowers because he thought his fart would smell like roses!’

‘hah?!’

your cries of shock made the boy laugh and you joined in with him

‘also! iwa-nii made me a tree house, right?! and uncle wanted to go in but he was too big so he got stuck at the front door! iwa-nii had to take the front part out and used soap to get him out!’

your cackles attracted the now ready captain and oikawa had an uneasy look

that little brat mustve told you some embarrassing stories based on how you laughed

‘oi! takeru! you shut your mouth right now, young man!’

he shouted and quickly stomped over to you at the bleachers

but you held the boy close, protecting him from the angry brunette

‘no! you stay away, oikawa-san! nee-chan will protect you, take-chan!’

you proclaimed and takeru was more than happy to snuggle closer and stick his tongue out at his uncle

you had a similar mischevious look and a wide but scary grin on your face that spelled nothing but trouble

was he,,,, being blackmailed right now?

tooru was scandalised at the thought and the act causign him to lunge over to you, tickling your sides so you could loosen your grip on the child

but you held on, giggling loudly causing takeru to also laugh when tooru’s fingers would touch his side too

‘no! stop-! ack-! tooru!’

you shouted but tooru was able to find an opening to grab takeru by under his arms and you reached over to grab him back but he was already lifted high

‘now what did you tell her, you brat?’

‘nothing!’

takeru shrieked but tooru hummed, not quite believing him

‘i dont think so’

tooru sat down on the floor and placed takeru on his lap with his fingers quickly hitting his ticklish spots

‘NOOO!!!! UNCLE!!!!’

you giggled and joined over, completely forgetting where you were and what your responsibilities are

okay can we take a second on how cute this moment is?

like despite the team practically being in love with you, they couldnt help but think of how much you guys looked like a family

iwa herded everyone to stop staring and keep practicing bc he knew that this was the first time tooru has been truly happy in a very long time

by the end of practice, you and takeru were practically best friends already

you were very sad to have to let him go home but he promised to come back soon

tooru gave him over to iwa so he could talk to you while you were packing up

you were putting on your jacket when you felt him tap your shoulder

with a smile, you turned around and he mirrored your grin

well,,, it was more like a shy and bashful grin

from behind him, you could see takeru being lifted by mattsun and his laughter echoed in the wind

tooru noticed your gaze then chuckled softly

‘thank you for,,, yanno,, keeping him busy’

you waved your hands around with a laugh

‘nonono! its okay! really! hes so adorable that i look forward to seeing him again!’

he let out a relieved sigh then placed his hands in his pockets, rocking on the balls of his feet

‘y/n,, youre really good with kids’

that comment made you flustered but you waved it off

‘nah, i just connect with them more. theyre so easily entertained and the innocence is nice’

‘well,, youll be a great mother in the future’

you chuckled then ruffled his soft hair

‘youll be a great father in the future then oikawa-san’

at first, he was just going to laugh it off but then the image of you playing with a child who possessed chocolate brown locks and beautiful e/c eyes appeared

he turned red and he fumbled for a response, completely speaking gibberish with no idea of what to even say

unfortunately for him, the team was not in a far distance and they could hear oikawa sputtering nonsense so to ‘help’ him, they started shouting for you guys to hurry up

‘come on! lets go, you guys! the bakery closes in a 10 minutes!’

makki yelled and you perked up and waved to signal you were going

‘come on, oikawa-san!’

you grabbed his hand and pulled him along

takeru noticed his uncle’s red face and a cute sly smile creeped up on his face

‘hmmm,,,,’

then he started a plan

and wow god must’ve wanted him to succeed because its like the fates and the stars and the universe just aligned

takeru was walking with his mom around a supermarket when he noticed your familiar h/c hair

‘y/n nee-chan!’

he shrieked before he could even stop himself and you were startled, wildly looking around for the person who said your name

‘nee-chan!’

takeru shouted again, running away from his mom towards you

‘takeru-!’

yall what is oikawa’s sister’s name? lets name her ‘tara’

tara shouted for her son and ofc ran after him when he didnt listen

‘takeru!’

you greeted back and winced a little when the force fo the little boy crashed into your legs

‘nee-chan! momma, look its nee-chan!’

takeru said when his mother caught up to him

‘oikawa takeru! you never run in the store like that again, you hear me?’

she scolded but then smiled up at you

‘oh hello darling, you must be y/n. im tara, tooru’s older sister and takeru’s mom’

she outstretched her hand for you to shake so you awkwardly shook it

‘uh-im l/n y/n’

‘momma! shes the pretty nee-chan i told you about! and shes the one uncle talks to every night!’

you cringed a little when takeru was excitedly talking as he was attracting other people with his loud voice

tara bless her heart noticed your discomfort and told you to go and follow her to the checkout if you were done

she ended up paying for your stuff despite your protests but she excused it as ‘consider this as payment for putting up that idiot brother of mine’

takeru wanted to show off so he held your bags but you still held on to their own to help tara out

‘ne, nee-chan! why are you not with uncle? its practice today, right?’

takeru asked as you three walked down the street

‘natsu’s sick so i was picking up some porridge for him to eat. i excused today because i wanted to take care of him’

takeru lit up

‘nee-chan! you should come over! nana wants to meet you too!’

tara rolled her eyes at her son with a smile

‘no, take-kun. nee-chan needs to go home to look after-’

‘ah, its okay, oikawa-san! natsu wont be awake for a while so i can spare an hour or two’

‘yey!’

tara made small talk with you while takeru hummed in front of you

‘thank you so much for putting up with my two boys, y/n. i heard from hajime that you kept takeru company while tooru practiced’

you nodded

‘it wasnt a big deal though. i love takeru, hes a sweetheart. and oikawa-san takes good care of him’

tara chuckled

‘as much as takeru loves to poke fun at tooru, he really does appreciate him you know? without a father, i worried on who would be his male figure. but tooru lived up to his title and takeru wants to do everything he does. like say, volleyball’

you followed along and you could see the little bits of tooru even by the way takeru walked

the little skip that his uncle had seemed to copy itself on to the nephew with even the happy humming

‘oikawa-san is,,, a really great person’

you off-handedly mentioned and tara looked at you from the corner of her eye

warmth blossomed in her chest because although she knew how much of an insecure and rash person her brother was, he deserves someone who talks about him with such love in their voice

even the look in your eyes was enough to make her think,

yep, you are the one

omg nana oikawa is ltr head-over-heels for you already

the love for y/n is an oikawa thing

when takeru opened the door, nana oikawa rushed to greet her grandson when she saw another person

a girl

‘nana! nana! this is y/n nee-chan! uncle’s pretty goddess!’

uwu nana knows who exactly you are

lets just say shes exactly like takeru and has witnessed her son lovingly talk to some y/n girl at 3 in the morning

and her son has expressed his love and admiration towards you every chance he can

so yes lets just say she knows who you are

thats why nana brightly smiled and quickly ushered you into the house

‘oh come in! come in! takeru-kun, go lead y/n-chan to the couch and make her comfortable! ill get tea!’

takeru nodded and he grabbed your hand with his small one to go to the living room

you awkwardly sat stiffly, not exactly knowing what to do as this entire family seemed to know who you are

takeru settled himself beside you and was actively talking about what they did at volleyball practice today

you were enamored in his story that you didnt notice nana walk in with a try of tea with tara trailing behind her with cookies

you moved to help her but nana shook her head with a gentle smile before sitting down at the chair beside the couch

‘here you go, dear’

you bowed slightly and held the cup of green tea

everyone was now settled and you were nervously tapping your finger against the cup

you dont even know why youre nervous

its like youre suddenly meeting your boyfriend’s family without your boyfriend actually there

‘so,’

you jumped a little at the voice of nana and she smiled at you

‘oh dear dont be so nervous! we’re not that bad! we dont bite’

‘unless you want us to’

takeru whispered and you giggled, ruffling his hair with your free hand

‘so youre the famous y/n-chan then?’

you nodded again

‘takeru told us all about his adventures at seijoh the other day and, well,, he likes to tease his uncle but,, we believe him’

tara smiled, remembering her son’s words

‘nee-chan, i told them that uncle was very weird and shy and awkward and it was so weird’

he whispered, yet still able to be heard by everyone in the room

‘oh my, when we heard that we couldnt believe a person, much less a female, could even do that to him! i worried that my son would never develop interest in any girl but it seems i was worrying for nothing!’

nana giggled and you couldnt help but smile, realizing her laugh sounded exactly like tooru’s

‘you know, y/n, tooru’s never really had a crush before. and believe me, id know but even with his last girlfriend, which was also his first, he didnt seem interested at her in that way-well, maybe he was but he wasnt exactly enamored with her like he is with you’

you knew little about tooru’s first and last girlfriend

it was the butt of mattsuhana’s jokes all the time but you never partook bc you could see how,,, sad,,, tooru looks whenever its brought up

but you turned red,hand waving at her last comment

‘oh nonono, youre wrong. uhh, how do i say this,, oikawa-san,,, he just appreciates me bc,, i,,, reject his advances,, and,,, bring him milk bread,,, and banana milk,,,, and such,,,’

you trailed off and the two older women shared a look behind their cups

heh, it was refreshing to have tooru do the chasing this time

‘you must be wondering how, we, you know, know you, right?’

you nodded at nana’s question

she chuckled then placed her tea down

‘you see, we are aware of tooru’s,,,, expiditions. and by that, we mean the interest of others in him and his returned interest. but hes our family so we know that his interest is,, actually fake’

you looked down, knowing exactly what shes talking about

‘especially with girls, we see his annoyance, his ignorance, and we’re not proud of it. but with you, when he talks about you, its as if he was talking about the,,, the love of his life!’

you were startled, not sure if you should be proud of that or confused about that

‘mom! dont say that!’

tara nagged but nana shrugged her off

‘no, i want to express my gratitude for this girl. y/n, i want you to know now that,,, my son is damaged’

‘takeru cover your ears’

tara hurried and the boy shot his mother a confused look but still did it anyways

‘tooru,,, feels that he shouldnt burden us as he’s now the man of the house after his father and i’s separation. and,,, perhaps its the past of his father’s but,,, he doesnt let anyone in, except for us and hajime’

nana oikawa’s eyes held sadness

a raw emotion that shouldnt be shown to a stranger but by how much and how often tooru talks about you, she practically knew you already

‘and he refuses to do anything that isn’t necessary. he hates doing pointless things unless they will serve him purpose in the future thats why he focuses on that damn sport so much, even giving himself injuries! i worried and worried for him but then,, you came along. all the sudden, i see the life in his eyes that was wrongly taken from him, be replaced and its all because of a girl. ive never heard tooru talk about someone else other than his team or hajime so it was quite a surprise for us that he found someone who was, what he considers, worth his time. and the way,, the way he looks when he talks,,, y/n, i believe you are what he says, an angel’

a sudden wave of tears appeared as nana oikawa looked up to meet your eyes and you let out a stiff laugh but you tightened your grip on your cup

‘you are,,, my son’s angel’

DKFLJSKDFJDSLKFJSDLKFJD MY FEELS

the conversation was quickly shifted by tara as she could see the conflict in the way your eyebrows furrowed and the rapid movement of your pupils

she knew that you were probably still at a stage that you didnt realize your captain’s real and authentic feelings for you and she didnt want you to find out this way

tara knows how emotional her mother can get regarding her son so she switched to another topic to not get too in deep with the whole situation

next thing you knew, you were giggling and laughing at nana oikawa’s merciless onslaught of her son’s childhood events

you attempted to hide your laugh by sipping your drink but it still came out wholeheartedly

‘yes! i wondered for a whole week as to why my roses were disappearing and i never would’ve thought id find my son eating them at 6 in the morning!’

nana cackled while takeru was so laugh-tired that he slumped over to your side, completely breathless

‘oh! dont forget the mickey mouse one! you see, y/n, we spent about a week at my aunts house and tooru saw a mouse! the poor child woke everyone up at midnight, screaming about a mouse sleeping next to him! and just to top it off, we visited disneyland and, whew, we just know now to avoid mickey mouse. to this day, that child is still traumatized by that cartoon’

meanwhile at seijoh,

oikawa was sneezing nonstop and iwaizumi has bonked him many many times now

‘OI! IF YOU GET SICK RIGHT NOW I WILL HIT YOU!’

‘OH GREAT! ILL BE SICK AND HAVE A CONCUSSION AT THE SAME TIME! THANKS IWA-CHAN!’

tooru irritably snapped and iwa was even surprised at how snippy he was

‘oi, what crawled up your ass and died today’

oikawa pouted then stomped his foot like a child

‘y/n isnt here today’

‘oikawa shes taking care of her cousin! she has a life outside of us you know?’

makki teased but flinched when tooru stomped his foot harder

‘but im her life! im all she needs!’

the entire team sweatdropped at the sight of makki and mattsun holding back their bara arms vice captain from beating up their captain

‘ill be sure to give him mickey mouse stickers next time!’

you teased and they laughed

there was still remaining giggles left when the door handle twisted and the front door opened, revealing the man of the hour himself

takeru perked up and ran to the door to greet his uncle

‘uncle! uncle!’

he exclaimed and tooru sighed before grinning at him

his ears twitched at a familiar muffled giggle but he thought nothing of it by excusing it as him missing you so much that hes now hearing you

the thought of you dampened his mood again

‘uncle is too sad to play with you, takeru’

takeru’s head tilted to the side and one eyebrow was raised

‘heh? why? iwa-nii bonk you too hard?’

tooru shook his head solemnly

‘no. my darling wasnt there today and-’

‘oikawa-san, welcome home’

you emerged into the small hallway and tooru’s jaw dropped

then he snapped out of the surprise and ran straight towards you, picking you up and twirling you around

‘Y/N-CHAN~~~~~!!!!!’

he cheered and you giggled, trying to hold on to his shoulders to stabilize yourself

‘dont be so loud, oikawa-san’

you chided but with a smile

tooru calmed down however he still held you in his arms and was looking up at you with a grin, completely missing the fact that youre even at his house

‘its so nice to have y/n-chan greet me at the door. its like i have a wife! you wanna be my wife, y/n?’

you blushed a deep red and flicked his forehead

‘oikawa-san, your mother and sister is-’

you whispered harshly but a sudden shout made you both turn

‘NO! NEE-CHAN IS MY WIFE! NOT UNCLE’S! SHES TOO PRETTY FOR A COWARD LIKE UNCLE! I WILL FIGHT FOR NEE-CHAN! SURRENDER, UNCLE!’

you and oikawa looked at each other exasperatedly but with a fond look in your eyes

‘go’

you whispered

‘avenge me, oikawa-san’

that was enough for him to drop you gently and run to tackle takeru, who was giggling and kicking the air

you returned to your spot on the couch but shrunk back at the smirks the two oikawa women were directing to you

nana oikawa wanted you to have dinner with them so you stayed and oikawa held your hand under the table

even though they could obviously see it but yanno just stay quiet

‘y/n-chan, as much as i love you being here and meeting my family, how did you get here?’

takeru proudly raised his hand and swallowed his food

‘I BROUGHT NEE-CHAN HERE! I SAW HER AT THE MARKET!’

tooru nodded and reached over to ruffle his head

‘thank you, takeru! you turned uncle’s bad day to a good one!’

you turned to him with a worried look

‘huh? did something happen while i was away?’

tooru shook his head and pouted at you with his puppy eyes

‘y/n-chan wasnt there at practice today and oikawa-san missed her very much and-’

‘oikawa-san, please refrain from speaking in third person’

‘BUT Y/N-CHAN-!’

again, the two oikawa women shared a look

yep, you are the one

oikawa naturally took it upon himself to walk you home by saying ‘y/n-chan shouldnt walk home by herself!’

but in reality, he just wanted to spend more time with you because he didnt get to do that today

he just wanted his daily fill of you

O_O

aNYwAys

you both were walking down the street, hand-in-hand

KDSFJLSDKFJ FLASHBACKS FROM THE OIKS ROUTE

‘i love your family, oikawa-san’

you said and he giggled

‘well, just wait a few years and youll be a part of it too’

you blushed and smacked him on the chest making him wince and exagerrate an ‘ow!’

‘your mom,,, really loves you. and your sister, and takeru! theyre really nice and im happy your family loves you so much’

‘what about you? do you love me?’

you hummed

‘eung! i love oikawa-san! and the boys! i love all of you!’

DKFLJSDKFJSDLKFSJD NOOOOO FLASHBACKS AGAIN TO THE KUWS EPISODE OF THEM LEAVING AND OIKAWA TELLING HER HE LOVES HER ANDFJDKFJSDKFLDKJ ACK! FEELINGS!

oikawa had a sad smile on but he didnt push any further

‘well! you met my family already so now its my turn to meet yours!’

you turned to give him a deadpan expression

‘oikawa-san, my father chased you with a broom. i dont think its safe for you to even step foot at my front porch’

oikawa scoffed and puffed out his chest smugly

‘hah! your oikawa-san is a strong man! he doesnt get scared over some broom!’

‘oh! oikawa-san! i need to get your opinion on this! i want to give iwa-san this mickey poster but-’

noticing that oikawa was no longer walking beside you, you turned around to see him staring at the spot you were previously at

‘oikawa-san?’

he didnt answer and you giggled

‘oh? is it mickey mouse? you scared?’

you neared the phone to his face and then his eyes settled on the terrifying face of the disney character

oikawa screamed

a/n: AAAAAAAAA WE FINALLY GETTING THROUGH REQS AND IM SO HAPPY THAT MY TEACHER IS SO NICE AND OMGOMGOMG MY FRIEND GOT INTO AN ACCIDENT AND WE WERE TALKING ABOUT HOW A BIRD GOT INTO OUR CLASSROOM AND SDKFJDSLFKJSDLKFJSDLFKJNOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyways, how yall been? i know ive been gone for a hot sec but uwu hey!!!

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kittiekitz · 6 years

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This December, I am celebrating my 1st year anniversary as a JUMP fan. I have never felt anything like this for any artist ever in my life, let alone a group with 9 people in it. They are amazing. I probably have a hundred adjectives to describe JUMP but I can sum it up in one word: GRATEFUL.

I am grateful for their existence, for always bringing a smile to my face. Kind of cheesy yeah, but I love these boys very much it's stupid lol. I don't know, they just make me so happy ^_^ They're a lifeline I hold on to.. They keep me sane, and they drive me crazy too! But mostly, i am truly grateful because not only did I fall in love with these 9 people, i also met some of the best people in the world that I now call my dear friends...

To @luna-kis, thank you for your generosity and your thoughtfulness.. If we ever meet in person, i will give you biiiig hug! i love you!!

To @musicfeedsthesoul, for being one of the first JUMP centered blogs i followed... You were a constant source of joy and excitement when I was still new to the fandom.. thanks for tagging me when I was dying to see JUMP perform Give Me Love in concert during the Dear. release.. Love you! *huggles*

To @ryoosukeyamada fansub team, for being awesome and for sharing all your subbed content of JUMP.. thanks to your subbed VS嵐 episode featuring the Grasshopper cast, I came to know of a boy named Yamada Ryosuke who walks back and forth a tightrope like he does it everyday.. You guys are my savior! Love you all!

To the people who share my love for Keito and OkaJima: @camilla-89, @keito-okamoto, @keitygram, @gellai and @thegirl-u-left-behind, thank you for appreciating my craziness when it comes to anything Keito/Okajima related lol. Love you guys!

To @okamoto-keito-love, for creating a blog dedicated to our shy English gentleman.. Thank you for loving Keito! Love you too!

To @hsjscans, for all the wonderful magazine scanlations and con reports.. thank you for allowing us to live vicariously through you! i Love you!

To @superdelikeito, for sharing JUMP’s J-Web entries... It’s awesome to get a peek at what the boys are doing and thinking about during their free time.. Thanks a bunch & love you too!

To @jumping-girl-juliet, for having the wildest imagination when it comes to JUMP fanfics.. you are the JK Rowling of the JUMP fandom! Yup, i called it lol. Thank you for the stories!! Love you!

To @kentojun, for sharing your love of Arashi, Yamazaki Kento and your hilarious rants XD and of course for bonding over the weirdness that is Pink and Gray hahaha.. You were one of my first tumblr friends! Thanks for talking to me! <3 We will never look at Yuto the same way again lol! Love you too ^_^

To @dairyoyu, you became my instant little sister and i couldn't be any happier! I finally did my anniversary tribute haha.. took me long enough lol! Please come on tumblr more! It's nice here :D and i Love you! <3

and last but not the least to dear @writeroftheskies and @mamochie, hmm where to begin.. Our friendship started with fan-girling and buying goods for Jump but this has evolved into something more.. I treasure you both and I've said it loads of times already, i love you very much!!! *huuuuuugs* Bowling and karaoke next time alright?? :D

Not once did I ever feel unwelcome in this fandom.. I feel so lucky everybody is so nice, friendly, helpful and crazy *sometimes lol* but it's all good! haha.. I'm happy to be here and again, thank you for sharing all your love for JUMP... This video edit is like blah lol, i just wanted to make something for my anniversary as a JUMP fan. This is all my sleep deprived mind can come up with hahaha..

Ohmygosh, thanks for reading this was long!!! I hope 2018 will be kind to all of us and to JUMP...

あけましておめでとうございます！！

P.S. - I especially chose this song because it conveys how I feel towards JUMP. ILOVETHEMSOBAD. UGH. and I love you too! :-*

#happy anniversary to me!#personal #long post sorry lol #video edit by kittiekitz #Hey! Say! JUMP

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shineyma · 6 years

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Amy, my beautiful tropical fic reccer, have I missed any Biospecialist fics where Framework!Ward escapes to the real world because the machine that made Aida a body made one for him, too? Also, did you finally get pizza? Why can't you order pizza??? How can I help???

You have indeed, dearest nonnie! JD wrote this one and.........I FEEL like there’s another one, but I can’t find it. Hm. I could swear......but then we spend a lot of time batting ideas around so it’s totally possible I’m thinking of an AU that was talked about but never written. Sorry, nonnie!

Anyway, read that drabble, enjoy it, give JD the praise she deserves, and then come back and STRAP IN for my tale of pizza woe.

It starts last night - no, wait. It starts several months ago, when a new pizza place went in pretty near our house. Unfortunately, this pizza place (we’ll call it Pizza 1) does not deliver, which basically misses the ENTIRE POINT of pizza, because I’m not about to leave my house if I can help it, you know? So, we’ve been saying for months we wanted to try this place, but ugh, so much trouble to go there.

So we were super excited to realize last night that Pizza 1 is now on DoorDash - which, if you don’t know, is this service that basically turns nondelivery places into delivery places. You place an order, DoorDash sends it to the restaurant, and then DoorDash sends a driver to pick it up and bring it to you. It’s kind of ridiculous and unnecessary, but an A+ service for lazy people like me who have no self-control, you know?

So anyway. Pizza 1 is on DoorDash, yay! So we examined the menu and made up our minds and placed an order last night. It was all good, the expected delivery time was 45 minutes, I was READY for some pizza.

......And then I got a message from DoorDash that Pizza 1 wasn’t accepting orders for the moment, so my order had been canceled.

I was suuuper bummed, but what can you do? Obviously, you find something else for dinner and then try again for lunch the next day. So this afternoon I placed an order aaaaaaaaaand once again got a message that they weren’t accepting orders and mine had been canceled.

So I was like FINE, you know? Whatever. I don’t need this weird non-delivering place anyway. I’ll just order pizza from a REAL PIZZA PLACE that actual DELIVERS the way it’s SUPPOSED TO, you know?

So I put in an order at Pizza 2, get a 35 minute delivery estimate, and wait.

And wait.

Finally, an hour and a half after placing the delivery, I decide to call Pizza 2 to see what’s up, right? And the phone rings and rings and rings and then goes to voicemail. And it’s not a “Sorry we at Pizza 2 missed your call” voicemail, it’s an automated “you’ve reached THIS NUMBER, leave a message” voicemail. Except, problem! The “THIS NUMBER” they say I’ve reached is not the number I called. Like, not even the same area code.

So I’m like “.....what?” and try again, and the same thing happens. And I’m like “WHAT?” and try again, and then it just rings and rings and doesn’t even go to voicemail.

At which point I’m just like “FINE, SCREW YOU, TOO” and come to tumblr to cry about the lack of pizza.

(Also, I tried again a few hours later and ACTUALLY REACHED Pizza 2, and the guy said their phone and internet have been down a few days and they haven’t been able to get any orders. And I was like, well, you got my order well enough to charge my credit card for it. And he was like, really? Are you sure? And I was like, I AM LITERALLY LOOKING AT MY BANK ACCOUNT AND PIZZA 2 HAS CHARGED ME 12 DOLLARS. And he’s like oh, okay, we’ll remove that for you. And I’m like THANK YOU and hang up because uuuuuuuuuugh.)

Anyway! I did eventually, driven by desperation, just go in person to get some pizza from Pizza 1, and I can confirm that it was ABSOLUTELY DELICIOUS and I do not regret going.

It’s still lame they don’t deliver, though. 8/10, would recommend they START DELIVERING. OR AT LEAST ACCEPTING DOORDASH ORDERS.

#amy communicates #anonymous #my nonnies are the best nonnies #sorry nonnie #this turned into a whole rant #but i am Frustrated #today was a long and difficult pizzaless afternoon

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robininno · 6 years

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{ Four Months || ROBANYA }

Tagged: Robin Haseo and Anya McCalister @anya-the-dreamer Location: Cavendish gardens Timeframe: June, 14th, 2017 General Notes: It’s Robin and Anya’s four month anniversary. They finally confess how they feel and are forced to figure out how continue their relationship while being two, unclaimed Subs.

Robin: Wednesday, June 14th marked a very special day for Robin, as cheesy as it may sound to another. Four months ago, he and Anya decided to make their relationship official, not just two friends sneaking around. Sure, it wasn't his longest relationship thus far, but it was important to him, and honestly different. Their relationship, of course, had its bumps due to their status', but he still felt that they were worth fighting for. The thought of them even being pulled apart due to the S that branded them both caused his stomach to turn and blood to boil, so, he decided that he would finally do something about it. He didn't have to go into work that day for his internship, and was caught up on his classwork, so he decided to message Anya, letting her know that he was on her way to their dorm.June 23, 2017

Anya was near the fountain when she saw the little red notification on her Tumblr app. As always, whenever she talked to Robin, a smile pulled at her lips. "Oh shoot." she said when she realized he was going to her room. Where she was clearly not. Anya, instead of messaging back, jogged from her spot and hoped she would get there when he did. She didn't want Robin to think she was ignoring him or anything.

Robin: When he arrived to campus, Robin kept his head down, as per usual. He didn't have any reason to hide, in fact, the school actually encouraged him to get on campus to study whenever necessary-- though he obviously wasn't to plan such that day. He was actually close to the Sub wing when he spotted Anya scurrying towards the building as well. "Anya?" He called out, head tilted and an amused smile on his face.

Anya: "Oh good I caught you before you got in." Her cheeks were pink from her jog and she went to him. Anya never waited to make physical contact with him anymore and she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. "I was by the fountain watching someone paint and I got sidetracked. Then I saw your message and..." she laughed. I could have just called you instead of rushing." Why didn't that pop in as the obvious answer? Oh well, that didn't matter now. "I'm happy to see you." She kissed his chest and when she looked up at him, Anya puckered her lips for a kiss from him.

Robin: His smile broadened once Anya noticed him and headed his direction. "Hey, it's fine," he answered with a chuckle laced with his words. His arms wrapped easily around Anya's frame, there was no hesitation in his movements, no looking over his shoulders. He didn't care, not that he really ever did before. He just never felt so free to be open. "Well, I'm happy to see you too." He leaned down giving her a peck on the lips before patting her back. "Wanna head to the dorm or walk around a bit?"

Anya went against him easily and stared dreamily at him after their lips parted. "Walk. I was watching one of the Doms paint by the fountain. He was painting the most beautiful picture of someone. I've seen her in a couple of my classes but we've never talked," she said, both hands taking Robin's before she slid next to him and wrapped an arm around his waist. "How are you today? Good I hope."

Robin: "Okay." Robin's side pressed against Anya's when she wrapped her arm around his waist. "Yeah, yeah, good.." His arm wrapped around her shoulders, his thumb brushed against her sleeve, his smile yet to fade. "Oh.. and happy four month." He felt like it was a bit silly to be so excited about just four months, but nonetheless, the bubbling emotions were still there.

Anya: "Ohmygosh!" She said in all of one quick squished together word. It is our fourth month!" She'd never had a relationship go for this long before. Actually this was basically the only relationship she ever had as things with Avery was it's own thing. Whatever it was. "Is that why you came? To come celebrate with me?"

Robin: A boisterous laugh escaped Robin's lips. Anya's excitement was quite contagious, that was for sure. Even before she responded, he felt his own joy threatening to leap out-- at least now he knew that it was mutual, not that he really doubted it before then! "Sort of, I mean, I wanted to talk to you about something too, but I think we should sit down for that-- it's not anything bad, so don't worry."

Anya was glad he clarified immediately or she would automatically assume she did something wrong. Still, what could it be? "If you want to talk then we should do that. That way it's not hanging over your head and you can the rest of the day." She offered. Anya didn't like to wait for things like that because even when told not to worry. She did.

Robin: "Okay.. why don't we go to the gardens?" He offered. That part of the campus always seemed to put Robin at ease, so he figured that it was the best destination for what he had to tell her.

Anya: "Okie dokes," she said, holding his hand and waiting for him to guide her there. Anya asked him, as they walked, "How's everything with work? Are you enjoying it?"

Robin: "Good!" His tone changed completely; his job was something that seemed to put his life back on track. He felt as though he just shuffled around before he was picked up by the company he currently was an intern at. "It's cool, they're teaching me a lot about robotics, and they're even talking about maybe keeping me, you know.. not just as some intern."

Anya: "Oh my God. Really?!" She said as she excitedly wrapped her arms around him. "That's great news! I hope they do keep you there." Anya kissed his chest a couple times and stared at him with such a happy expression. And proud as she felt very proud of her boyfriend. "That's something you're totally okay with, right? I got super excited for you but realized I'm not sure if you prefer to do something else." Why did she second guess herself?

Robin: Before he was even able to answer, Anya draped herself over him, giving him kisses that made his heart flutter happily against his chest. He couldn't even fight back the smile that curved on his lips, he was beyond thrilled that the company he had been working for seemed keen on keeping him. It was perfect. "This is great, Anya! I love this kind of stuff!"

Anya: There was so much happiness radiating from Robin and Anya couldn't control her own excitement about it all. She wanted him to feel so much of this and more; hoping that she can be someone to make him smile all the time. "Do you think it's something I can understand? You're so much smarter than me and I do want to know what you do exactly. That way I can ask questions when you come by after work or whenever we talk."

Robin scoffed, his arms suddenly moving so one draped casually over her shoulders. "It's definitely something you can get the gist of," he answered sincerely. He knew that when it came to science, Anya did struggle a lot, but he really did believe that she has what it takes to grasp the concepts. "Besides, you're a lot smarter than you say you are." He held her close to his and led her closer towards the gardens. It seemed as though the closer they were, the more his heart raced against his chest. Maybe the topic of conversation he wanted to tackle really began to hit him?

Anya: "When you say things like that, it makes me want to disagree. People weren't exactly mean to me but with how much it takes for me to understand the simplest things really wears at me," she wasn't upset while saying this but her cheeks warmed at the thoughts of it. Anya looked ahead and brightened. "I don't think I'll ever get used to how pretty it is here. So many flowers and topiaries. I love it so much."

Robin: "Just because you struggle, doesn't mean you're not smart," Robin pressed on. While he knew that Anya felt that way about herself from time to time, and they seemed to have similar conversations often, there still was a pang of frustration that never seemed to go away. He just wished that he could let her see herself in his eyes. However, that conversation needed to be held off. He couldn't get too side tracked-- mostly because he would most likely lose his nerve that he had spent almost a whole week trying to build up. "Yeah, um.. why don't you pick where we sit? Or do you want to continue walking?"

Anya: She didn't know what to say about this because Robin has always been so supportive when it comes to her studies. Something she felt she lacked from her parents. And even a couple teachers. She tried to let his words sink in but was brought out of it with a question. "We can sit. I like this spot right here," she went over to a little shaded area that still had a nice view of the flowers.

Robin: With a silent nod, Robin quietly followed Anya over to the shaded spot under the tree. It was funny, usually, being in the gardens would have calmed him down, if only for a bit. He remembered that not so long ago, when a Void, the gardens were one of his favorite escapes. However, with the weight he felt on his chest from all he needed to say, the gardens seemed to have zero to no effect at that point. He needed to shake it off, just rid himself of all of the nerves, if possible, of course. "So.. I've been talking to my parents a lot the past few weeks," he began, ignoring the quiet voice in his head that hissed at him to shut up. God, he felt like his heart was going to leap out of his chest, and his stomach just twisted itself in a giant knot. This seemed a lot more easier when he practiced in his head. "They've... they noticed that I've been different..? I guess that's the right way to put this-- and.. it's a good different, not anything to be worried about," he quickly added in that last bit, again, not wanting Anya to worry about what she shouldn't. "And.. when they ask about that... I figured that I had an answer for it..." Was he sweating? Yeah, he probably was. Gross. He found himself reaching over for Anya's hand, though the tip of his finger was all that brushed against her skin. "There's a lot that ties into how I'm feeling better than I did just a few months ago... but... um... a big part of that is... well.. is you" He finally looked up at her, knowing full and well that she would see just how red his face had become. "And, well... they know that now..."

Anya settled on the ground with him and it was right then she realized that something was on his mind. He wasn't acting like his usual Robin self and when he started to talk it was like he had an ocean's worth of words which needed to come out. And..and at the end Anya stared at him with a smile. She knew this was something big but how big? And what did that mean? Her parents knew she'd been spending a lot of time with him but they didn't know what type of time that was. Or the daze she was only thinking about Robin now.... "How-how did they react to that?"

Robin: Anya was smiling, good. That was a good sign, at least for now. "At first, they weren't too happy.. but... like I said, they noticed just how much good just being around you has been doing..." He was pretty sure that Anya would be able to hear his heart as it collided harshly against his chest. Each beat echoed in his ears as the words tumbled out. There was no holding back, no more. He had waited and let himself fall into fear, thus losing those he felt strongly for before. He wasn't going to ruin what he had due to fear. He didn't even think. Robin just met Anya's glance and his throat started to close up as he searched her eyes. "Anya, I love you... and I-I just want to make sure that this.... that this is what you want..."

Anya: Things were going fast. Were they really? Or maybe her mind was because she couldn't keep up with what was going on. Robin was talking about his family and he seemed so nervous and she didn't understand why until those three big words; the ones she'd knew in her heart felt right with him but she was afraid to fall into them because of their situation. And she looked at him with wet eyes, unaware she was crying at this point and smiling and trying to cover her mouth and look down because she was acting like a mess. "I love you so much," she allowed them to be heard. For him to know that she felt that love for him, too. "With our situation I was scared to let you know that I do. I love you and I want you. I only want you."

Robin: Her returning that sentiment, it was like a weight had not only been lifted from his shoulders, but whatever had added it was obliterated into thousands of tiny pieces. So long, so long he had been afraid to say those words, or he missed them. He had been so afraid to express himself, and now that he had, it was all worth it. He needed to fight for what he had with Anya, he had to. Still, even with that worry on him, the 'how', he still managed to let out a shaken chuckle, matching her own wet tone. His head fell against his hand as his shoulders shook with silent laughs. He couldn't help himself, his hand reached over, taking Anya's face. His thumb brushed away at the stray tear just as his forehead pressed against hers.

Anya: There was such a happy bubble in the center of her chest, it ready to burst with how long she'd wanted this with him. Love wasn't something she was ready to find again, not after the whirlwind of Avery and how his death continued to sit on her. It wasn't as strong now but she thought he was someone special. She didn't think of any of this right now as her thoughts were completely on Robin and how he brought her in. With the way he reacted she wanted to kiss and hold him. Be close and never let go, no matter what the school or her dad said. "I can't believe we finally said this to each other," she whispered, blue eyes tried to look up at him but they were too close together.

Robin still was speechless; he opened his mouth to let some kind of reply out, but his voice fell. A chuckle just slipped through his lips. It was as though the reactions alone were enough for him. Of course, there was more that he needed to air out, but he still found himself on cloud nine.

Anya decided she needed to be even closer to him, moving from her spot and getting into his lap. It required some movement but she eventually got there and draped her arm across the back of his neck. "Sorry," she said as she adjusted and looked at him. "I felt I was too far away."

Robin shuffled around as Anya made herself comfortable on his lap. His smile remained just before he leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss. Wasn't he supposed to tell her something else? Obviously his mind had gone elsewhere.

Anya: When they kissed Anya smiled as well, knowing that they both of them were made the declarations that much sweeter. Her hand went into his hair and she combed her fingers through it, doing whatever she could to keep him close though she eventually had to break from his lips for a breather. "Are you going to be here for the rest of the day?" She didn't know if he had other plans or had to do stuff for work.

Robin didn't want to pull away; if it were his choice, he would have stayed in the kiss forever, but Anya pulled away, leaving him in a daze, if even for just a moment. Was he going to be there for the rest of the day? Yes! He needed to focus on the 'why' too. With that in mind he nodded his head, another chuckle slipping from his lips. "Yeah.. I just... got a bit distracted, obviously..."

Anya: "Was it because of me?" She wasn't the most experienced when it came to being this way but Anya went with what felt right and she decided she wanted to rub her nose against his and kiss his lips a little bit more.

Robin opened his mouth to reply to the question posed, however, Anya distracted him once more, though he didn't really complain. He returned the kiss, his arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her close against his frame.

Anya: She hoped their day would consist of this because he had the best hugs and his body felt so good and whatever he had in right now smelled fantastic. She kissed him, pushing her body into his but there was a light buzzing sound nearby and when she noticed a bee she panicked. "Oh my god. There's a bee next to me!"

Robin: He really needed to work on not letting Anya derail him whenever they were together, but he figured that what he had to say could wait. Besides, what they were doing was far more entertaining than just sitting around and talking about serious details. He was close to just leaning further back onto the ground just before he heard the squealing from his girlfriend. His eyes flew open and he pulled away. "Wh--" He didn't realize what she had said at first, but the moment the bug flew across his face, he knew exactly what she had been panicked about. "Shit--" He fumbled, grabbing Anya and pulling her away from their little spot-- who said Robin couldn't fear bees either?

Anya: Bees terrified her. Wasps, too so she felt frozen with fear until Robin pulled her away and she was back in his arms a short distance away. It wasn't until she calmed, forehead pressed again his chest, that a laugh slowly came out. "I'm ridiculous."

Robin eyed the bug as it flew off, completely disappearing from view. "Don't worry about it, at least you weren't stung," he huffed before gazing back down at the other. "But maybe.. we should continue walking for now?"

Anya: She pouted briefly because she was enjoying their little kiss session but she knew if they kept at it someone was bound to interrupt and she didn't really like the idea of someone watching them. Her hand went into his, after she pulled away, and waits for Robin to lead the way.

Robin composed himself, taking Anya's hand in his own. He proceeded to lead them both throw the garden, the words and emotions from before replaying over and over again in his head. His chest and stomach felt as though they were flopping still. It was official, or at least finally out in the open: he and Anya were in love. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, and vise versa. That made what he needed to say a bit easier. Robin squeezed Anya's hand, his throat clearing once more. "I um... wanted to talk to you about... My parents.. they kinda want to meet you."

Anya: Her stomach somersaulted and Anya stopped walking. "They do? I've never met anyone's parents before. The ones I know are from the neighborhood so I grew up with them. They're use to me and well. Me." She said as she found her hand squeezing his a little harder. "What if they think I'm not good for you? That we're not a good fit. "

Robin: It easy to spot just how uneasy Anya had become, sadly he only expected as much. It, however, was the next question she posed that made him pause. He turned to face Anya fully, his expression stern though his eyes still searched hers. "I don't care if they don't. If they don't see how wonderful and amazing you are, then we'll figure it out... they're not going to change my mind."

Anya: Relief. Absolute relief overcame her and Anya's arms went around Robin, thankful he was firm when it came to their relationship. "I've always worried about that. My dad didn't think I could find someone to want me as their sub. Not because he thought I'm unlovable but because I can be odd sometimes. Live in my own world and second guess everything I do. And I know you're not my Dom but you're like one to me in my eyes."

Robin: "I like to think we're more like equals," he admitted. The two had gone back and forth a few times about Anya's views of his status, but it got to the point that he settled. Still, now and then, a reminder deemed itself necessary. "But... about your father... they... want to meet him too.. which would mean finally telling him about us.."

Anya: Her hold tightened almost instantaneously and Anya froze. "They do? I mean. Of course they do. Why wouldn't they?" She answered her own question, eyes on Robin's chest. "I-I-I don't know how he's going to take this." She'd been worried. All the time! And she felt as if she has her back against the wall. Her forehead pressed against his chest and she tried to not freak out. But what if her dad pulls her out and makes her get in the claim with an actual Dominant?

Robin knew that Anya telling her dad was a long shot, but at this point there was no other way to go around it. "I know..." He muttered back. His hand rubbed small circles into her back, hoping that it would sooth her, if only a little bit.

Anya: The happiness from before shifted to nervousness and she hated how she let her dad get to her this way. Robin was the best guy and she wanted to be with him. They loved each other and she knew it was the real thing. Everything felt so strong and right but that fear made her hesitate so darn much. "I'll figure out a way to talk to him. I really hope he doesn't try to take me away from you."

Robin: "I won't let him," Robin found himself saying. He didn't regret it nor bothered to take it back. He didn't know how he would stop Anya's father, of that time came, but he knew that he would have to stop him. There were no if about it.

Anya looked up and it took her a moment for the surprise to give way to a large smile. He was so sure of it and she didn't admit it then but that turned her on a little. Here he was making sure they would stay together even if it meant facing her dad. "I love you," and said, blue eyes never dropped from his.

#discord para

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seokluv · 7 years

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Their Reactions to Finding Out You’re Disabled~

Anon asked; Hi, if you dont want to do this request that's fine but, I've been trying to find someone to write this. I am disabled and in and out of a wheelchair. I was wondering if you could write BTS finding out their S/O is disabled. Like most of the relationship was Skype dates up to that point kind of thing. I understand if you don't want to do this request though. Love your blog btw 💙

ohmygosh. i had a couple other requests to do before i got this one, but once i saw it, I KNEW i had to do it. this is gonna make me cry omg ;w; next time you request something, could you come off anon? i’d like to be your friend ^o^ or you can message me on tumblr, i think ^.^ i don’t know what it’s like to be disabled, but i imagine it’s really hard sometimes (or all the time) i’d also like to know who your bias is so i can write a short fic with you (or the reader in general) and that member! <3 stay strong, friend <:

okay~ let’s do this request!

Kim Namjoon

Today was the day you were going to tell him. So many Skype calls, and he never noticed that you were in and out of a wheelchair. You didn’t want to tell him, but he had to know. You booted up the Skype program, anxiety clawing at you. You didn’t know what he was going to say, or how he was going to react, even. You hoped he had a positive reaction...

You typed to Namjoon, asking him if he wanted to Skype. He immediately responded with a yes. It was off to a good start. You clicked the blue call button, letting it ring. Eventually, Namjoon picked up, and you both could see each other. You smiled at him, and he smiled back. “How are you Jagi?” he asked, and you rubbed your forearm. “I’m okay, I guess. Look, I really have to tell you something.” you replied, and Namjoon arched a brow. “What is it, (Y/N)? You can tell me anything!” he beamed, and you just couldn’t help but burst into tears.

“Joonie... I’ve been hiding this from you for a long time, but. I’m disabled.” your voice echoed throughout your empty apartment. The anxiety had only gotten worse the second those words left your lips. “Jagi. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you could see tears pricking at his eyes, and you felt so bad. “I didn’t want you to... to...” you mumbled, at a complete loss for words. “Jagi. I love you no matter what. This means I have even more of a reason to take care of you!” he squeaked, and hearing that made you smile. “Thank you Namjoon. I love you so much.” you wiped away your tears, sniffling some. You spent the rest of the evening talking to Namjoon, and a week later, you finally got to hang out in person for what felt like the longest time.

Kim Seok-jin

You had set up another Skype date with Jin, but this time, it was an important one. You had to tell him something that you were keeping from him for a really long time. You weren’t worried of what he thought after, because you knew he’d always love you, always support you, and always care for you, no matter what. So you weren’t anxious in the slightest. Well... Maybe just a little. This was something he should have known by now, and what if he got irritated by it? Keeping something this important from him for so long?

When he accepted the call, you were silent for a while. Words couldn’t come to your mind, and you didn’t want to tell him. But it was a little too late for that, since you had already told him you had to tell him something gravely important. “Jagi?” that soothing tone instantly eased your worries, and you cleared your throat before you spoke up. “Okay.. Jin. I’ve been keeping this from you for a while. But... I-I’m disabled.” you frowned, looking at the camera, waiting for his reaction. “(Y/N). Why did you hide this from me?” he questioned softly, and you shrugged. “I don’t know. At first I was worried of what you would think of me after I told you.. I’ve been meaning to tell you, but... I needed time. I needed to know when it was the time to tell you. I’m sorry.” you croaked, a tear trailing down your cheek. “Oh.. Jagiya.. Don’t cry, I still love you all the same. I’ll take care of you for the rest of my life. I love you.” his words calmed you down, lulled you to a serene state of mind. He blew you a kiss through the screen and you smiled. You loved him so much, and you knew it would never change.

Min Yoongi

The day you dreaded for so long finally came. The day you decided to tell Yoongi your little secret. You had never told him about how you were disabled, since you always feared what he would think after you told him. You had decided to meet him in person, since you felt like it would mean more to him if you told him face-to-face. You were patiently waiting for Yoongi to come over, when you heard someone ring the doorbell. You wheeled over to the door with your wheelchair, and opened the door.

“Hi Jagiya! How’s my babygirl?” Yoongi asked as he let himself inside. He didn’t even notice the wheelchair... Maybe he had already known. You closed the door and wheeled over to the couch, where Yoongi sat down. “So, you wanted to talk to me?” Yoongi smiled with an accepting expression painted on his face. “Y-Yeah, Yoongi. I did.” you murmured, and he lifted your chin up with his index finger. “What about?” he looked worried now, due to your unenthusiastic tone. “Well... Yoongi, I’m... disabled. As you can tell by the wheelchair.” and Yoongi started laughing.

“Jagi. I’ve known this for a long time.” he smiled sincerely, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “Oh. But I thought... that you didn’t know. I never told you.” you sputtered, unable to think of a reason how he would know about this. “Oh. Yeah, I could tell by the wheelchair and the trouble you had getting up sometimes when we Skyped.” Yoongi explained. A warm smile washed upon your lips, as Yoongi got down to your level to kiss you. “I love you, (Y/N).”

Park Jimin

Many months had passed since you first started dating Jimin. You never thought about telling him you were disabled, you figured he just knew anyways. But, he most likely didn’t know, and you had never told him. Most of your dates were Skype calls, and wouldn’t be able to tell if you had a disability or not. Today was the day though. The day that you’d tell him. You were a little anxious, but not all that worried.

The second he answered the call you told him. You didn’t hold a single thing back, and you didn’t regret anything either. The look on his face was priceless. He was totally shocked, but he wasn’t mad at all. “J-Jagi! Why didn’t you tell me?” he gasped, and you laughed, shaking your head. “I don’t know... I just thought you would know by now, you know? But I guess not. The look on your face was hilarious!” and Jimin rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t that funny. Now how are you going to walk down the aisle when we get married? This is serious, Jagi!” you blushed furiously. Marriage? He was already thinking about that? “Jimin, I go in and out of a wheelchair. Sometimes I can walk. I should be able to walk down the aisle, hopefully.” you giggled, and Jimin smiled brightly.

“I made you laugh~ but seriously, why were you so worried about telling me?” Jimin asked, “Well... I don’t know, really. But I know that you accept me for who I am. I love you, Jiminie.” “I love you too, (Y/N).”

Jung Hoseok

You knew Hoseok would understand when you told him you were disabled, even after keeping it from him for so long. Hoseok was just cool like that. He always understood you and accepted you for who you were. You had zero worries about telling him. The second you booted up the Skype call, you had spilled the beans to him.

“Hoseok... I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while, but. I was too scared to tell you at first. I’m... disabled.” you mumbled, and Hobi’s eyes lit up like Christmas lights. “Really?” and you nodded. You were expecting a different reaction from him, to be honest. You thought he would have cried when you told him. “Jagi-- I... Thank you for telling me!” he croaked, before bursting into tears. Welp. That’s what you were waiting for. “Hobi, baby- it’s okay!” you reassured him, but the tears just kept coming. “It means a lot to me, telling me these things... It means you trust me, a lot! Jagiya, that just makes me so happy.” he wiped his tears away, sniffling some.

“Jagiya. I want you to remember that I will always love you, no matter what happens to you, no matter who you are... God. I just love you so much. Thank you so much for telling me.” he laughs it off, which makes you smile. “I love you too, Hobi. I was always worried about what you were going to say, but... I guess there was nothing to be scared of!” “Now what do we do? How am I going to take care of you while I’m away from you for so long?” “We’ll figure something out, Hobi.”

Jeon Jeongguk

You had been stressing out for a long time. You’ve been wanting to tell Jungkook about your disability for a while, but you never had the courage to do so. But the day has finally arrived, the day that you told him. You had took him out on a date in person, so it meant more when you told him. It just felt weird doing it on Skype. So you took him out on a nice lovely date to the park, and you tried your best without your wheelchair. But eventually, you needed it.

“Jagiya?! What’s wrong?” Jungkook asked, worry painted on his face. You had collapsed, you were pushing yourself too hard today. You needed your wheelchair. “Kookie... I think now’s a good time to tell you.. I’m disabled. I’m in and out of a wheelchair. I was pushing myself over the limit, and... I kinda need my wheelchair right now.” you panted, as you were on your hands in knees in the green grass. “Jagiya! Why didn’t you bring your wheelchair? I don’t even care about the fact that you hid this from me for so long- I care about why you aren’t taking care of yourself...” Jungkook sighed, scooping you up in his arms and walking towards the direction of your house.

“I’m sorry Jungkook. I thought.. that I’d be okay without it, just for one day.” “Oh Jagiya... You don’t have to apologize. I know you wanted to act like you were a normal person around me, but... if you needed your wheelchair, you should have just brought it. You didn’t have to do this for me...” he felt guilty as all hell, and you could tell by the expression on his face. “I’m really sorry. I...” you began, but Jungkook shut you up by pressing his lips against your’s. “Shush.”

Kim Taehyung

It didn’t take Taehyung long to know that you had something on your mind. You were in the middle of yet another Skype call when he had finally asked what was up. You were anxious about telling him, but it was better telling him now, then never. You had mustered up the courage to tell him after a couple of minutes of silence.

“Taehyung... I’m disabled.” you told him, and his eyes widened. He was shocked, to say the least, and didn’t know what to say at all. He was at a complete loss for words. Finally, he spoke up, “Jagiya. I can’t believe it... How could you keep this from me for so long? I mean, of course I knew something was up eventually, but... still.” he murmured, and you sighed. “I’m really sorry Taehyung. I did want to tell you as soon as possible, but I just couldn’t. I was scared of what you were going to think of me.” “Jagi. You don’t have to worry about anything, okay? I’m always going to be here for you. Always going to love you, support you... I love you more than you will ever know. I’ll always take care of you. I’ll always protect you. I would do anything for you.” Taehyung said, and tears pricked at your eyes. “T-Thank you, Tae-Tae. Hearing that makes me so happy. I love you, Taehyung.” you whispered.

“I love you too, Jagiya. Forever and always.” he replied, smiling warmly at you through the screen. The rest of the night you guys Skyped together, making jokes and talking about what’s been happening to the both of you and such.

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Vuelie, part v

Summary: Anna and Kristoff return from their honeymoon, so they get to meet Sir Andrew! Also, an oudated law supposes that Elsa needs to be married to rule a country, Princess Diaries 2-style.

Note: This part just became unreasonably long. I knew where I wanted it to go and what I wanted to happen, but getting there was the hard part. Also apparently Tumblr messed up the formatting and at some point the posts stopped being indented.

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Elsa quietly counted down the days until Anna and Kristoff’s return. When the day finally came, she waited at the docks on the fjord in a dress she hoped would remind Anna of Arendelle summers, though she wasn’t sure why she felt the need to express that to her sister. For once in her life, her silvery blonde hair was mostly down, cascading around her shoulders, clearly passing her elbows but just barely missing her wrists. There were little braids that tied together in the middle of her head, though, mostly to hold her bangs back so that she could see the sun glinting on the water.

When their ship sailed into view, Elsa felt her heart pound and her stomach drop, usually things she attributed to bad feelings. But this wasn’t bad – this was absolutely splendid. She had the biggest smile on her face that she could imagine, and suddenly she realized she wasn’t alone on the docks. The fjord was lined with Arendelle’s citizens, all waiting to welcoming their Prince and Princess home.

However, it was no surprise who happened to make his way to the front of the crowd, to stand right beside Elsa. Andrew Da- or simply Andrew, rather, was looking more and more the picturesque Arendelle citizen he seemed to think he was every day. He wore the hand-made clothes and learned traditional dances and phrases, and he seemed to fit right into the life of the kingdom. He’d managed to get under Elsa’s good graces since their last meeting, mostly by showing her how he controlled his magic. And gradually she was learning to control hers, while simultaneously beginning to actually trust an outsider.

But being at the docks was not about Andrew or how he made himself comfortable in Arendelle. Elsa didn’t necessarily need to remind herself of that – she simply looked out at the fjord and smiled as her sister’s ship drew nearer. She didn’t even see Andrew lean over to her slightly.

“You look absolutely stunning, Your Majesty,” he said. Elsa didn’t look at him as she responded, and her smile hardly faltered.

“I told you to call me Elsa.”

“You told me to call you Elsa within the confines of your palace, between the two of us. Now we’re in public at a very open event – it’s proper for me to address you as anyone else would.”

Elsa had to hold herself back from saying that he wasn’t just anyone else, even if she felt it with all she had. It was hard to pinpoint exactly what relationship she’d formed with Andrew, but she knew that he was quickly becoming a close friend of hers. Elsa herself could hardly believe it, considering she had sworn against trusting men from other countries so fast after what had happened with Hans (then again, it wasn’t Elsa that had trusted Hans at all; it’d been Anna that had accepted his proposal after having only known the Prince for a matter of hours).

Still, after having called him back to the palace every day since their first private meeting, she had to admit that he was nothing like what she remembered of Hans. If Andrew was greedy and power hungry as the Prince was, he was much more patient about it. Where Hans had nearly killed Elsa with her hand-made (or rather magic-made) chandelier on the North Mountain, Andrew barely raised a hand while around her, only doing so to show how he did his own magic without losing control of it.

Almost all thoughts of Andrew left her mind the second the ship pulled up to the docks. When it was steadied, a large wooden plank was placed on the side, and in seconds Anna was running (and tripping) down. Elsa, losing all composure in one swift move, ran towards her sister. She held her skirts in her hands as she moved onto the wooden dock, then dropped them and threw her arms around Anna.

“I missed you so much,” Elsa said, holding Anna as tightly as she could. The younger sister coughed just a bit, letting Elsa know that she couldn’t really breathe.

“We missed you too,” Anna offered back. She leaned backwards just a bit and each of them took the other in.

Anna looked tanned and vibrant. She smelled of salt and chocolate, and new freckles had formed across her nose and cheeks. Her brownish-red hair was tied into one loose braid that hung over one of her shoulders, and little flyaway hairs blew slightly in the breeze. But it wasn’t Anna’s differences that Anna was focusing on.

“Your hair is down,” she said. She reached out and ran her fingers through a chunk of Elsa’s blonde hair, her face one of disbelief. “You look good, Elsa.” A playful smirk played itself upon Anna’s face. Elsa, on the other hand, rolled her eyes and smiled.

Kristoff came up behind Anna then and wrapped his arms around her middle openly. He also looked tanned, his hair a few shades lighter than Elsa remembered, and extremely happy.

“Good to see you, Elsa,” he said with a polite nod.

“You two have no idea how happy I am to see you,” she replied. They all agreed to head back to the palace for some tea before Elsa’s meeting with the court later that afternoon. The minute they were off of the wooden dock, Anna and Kristoff were surrounded by the townsfolk. Anna hugged many of the women and shook hands with many of the men; Kristoff smiled and held Anna’s hand the entire way to the palace – and without having been noticed, Andrew Davies had followed them.

“Your Majesty,” he called rather loudly to be heard over the excited citizens. Elsa turned around as he caught up with her, but Kristoff and Anna continued through the gate. “There’s something we really need to discuss.”

“I’m sorry, Andrew, but it’ll have to wait,” she responded. Elsa turned to head through the gate, but Andrew grabbed hold of her wrist and held tightly until she turned to face him again.

“This is urgent.” He stared at her intensely, his eyes bearing down on hers in a way that made her feel small in a very uncomfortable manner. Elsa clutched her arm to her side and nodded slightly.

“Come have tea with us first,” she said. Andrew didn’t smile, but he did follow her through the gates.

They met Anna and Kristoff in the drawing room. The newlyweds were sitting as close to one another as they could without becoming one body on the couch. They hardly noticed Andrew’s presence, at least until Elsa instructed him to take a seat facing the couch. She brought a second chair closer with the wave of her hand.

It was then that Anna looked from Andrew to the chair that had moved seemingly on its own to Elsa and back. It hadn’t occurred to Elsa that Anna didn’t know Andrew, and it certainly hadn’t crossed her mind that Anna didn’t know what Andrew knew of Elsa’s magic. While it was no longer a secret that tortured Elsa and strained her relationships with other human beings, it also wasn’t something she openly used around absolutely everyone.

“Anna, Kristoff,” Elsa said. “This is Sir Andrew Davies, a….royal guard of King George III, ruler of Great Britain and Ireland.” She took her seat, folding her dress beneath her neatly.

Anna stood up immediately and leaned across the small table that sat between the chairs and the couch. She held out a hand to Andrew, which he shook gracefully.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sir Andrew,” she said nearly apprehensively whilst not so subtly glancing at Elsa questioningly.

“Please, Andrew will suffice, Your Highness,” he replied with a small bow. Kristoff had gotten up as well, and he curtly shook Andrew’s hand without a word between them. It was clear that the air between the four of them was tense, but that Andrew was the most uncomfortable. Whatever it was that he wanted to tell Elsa was going to have to wait. Her sister and brother-in-law were newly back in Arendelle, and spending time with them was on the top of her list of priorities.

“You were at the wedding, weren’t you?” Anna asked. Immediately, Andrew perked up. He forced a smile and nodded.

“Indeed, I was. King George sends his regards and best wishes to you, by the way. He sent me in his place, as he felt leaving London was not in in the country’s best interest. I hope you don’t take offense,” he said with all the honor of a guard of a king. Else was beginning to believe that King George was a lucky king to have Andrew in his ranks, and she was starting to doubt the sanity of any king that would let such a guard off duty for so long.

“No offense,” Anna and Kristoff said in unison, as if it were an inside joke. They shared a little chuckle together and a soft kiss before Elsa cleared her throat.

They both looked at her, still chuckling under their breath.

“How was the honeymoon?” she asked. At that moment, Dagny entered the room with a large silver tray. There was a beautiful ceramic teapot in the center of the tray and three cups surrounding it. Dagny placed the tray on the table and looked up, and then she realized that she was short one cup. She hurried out of the room.

“It was wonderful,” Anna said in a dreamy voice. “We visited France – Paris is absolutely beautiful this time of year – and spent a day and a half with Belle while the Prince – I never did catch his name – was in the capital on official monarch business, I suppose. Her maid, Mrs. Potts, has the most adorable son, Chip! We read tons of stories with him and ohmygosh Elsa you would love Mrs. Pott’s special tea. I don’t know what she puts in it, but it’s absolutely to die for!”

Elsa smiled at Anna’s enthusiasm. Kristoff sat back and listened contently; it was Andrew that was the only one not enjoying the story. It was clear to Elsa that he was trying to sit still, trying to listen, but his mind was on other subjects in other rooms with just Elsa as his listener. Still, he was going to have to wait. Elsa was not going to compromise on spending time with Anna.

“Then we visited Spain – and let me tell you, the Spanish know how to throw a party. And dance. And teach those who are not so adept at dancing how to dance. Right Kristoff?” Anna asked. She turned and wiggled her eyebrows at her husband, who turned his face as it began to redden. “We learned how to Salsa and Tango – and let me tell you, the food is absolutely wonderful.”

It was somewhat typical of Anna to describe food before anything else. Elsa had come, since getting to know her sister, to realize that Anna was somewhat of a food connoisseur. Frankly, it was entertaining.

Dagny finally came back with a fourth cup. She bowed and left the room once again, and before Anna had continued, Elsa began filling a cup for herself.

“We swung by Carona and met our aunt for the first time,” Anna continued. Elsa stopped pouring sugar into her tea for a moment and contemplated that bit of information. “She’s awfully sorry that she and her husband couldn’t make it to the wedding, but I assured her that Rapunzel and Eugene were the best trade we could’ve asked for.”

“But you met our mother’s sister.”

“Well, yes, that’s what I just said.”

Honestly, Elsa was rather irritated at the thought. Anna had met Rapunzel’s mother, her own mother’s sister, a woman that she didn’t know she had any real connection to until recently. She was their last tie to their mother, and Elsa hadn’t been there to meet her.

Elsa reminded herself that Anna had only met the Queen of Carona on her honeymoon, and that they both knew Rapunzel fairly well. She would have to take this story with a grain of salt, at least for now.

“We’ll have to invite them all to Arendelle soon,” Elsa replied finally, taking a sip of her tea. A silence fell between them. Anna bit her lip and folded her hands together, looking like the young girl that had done something wrong that Elsa remembered from so long ago. It made Elsa feel rather guilty, so she put her cup and saucer on the table and relaxed back in her chair.

“So…” Anna started. “What’s been going on around here?”

Elsa tried to subtly take a glance at Andrew, but since he was beside her, it was hard. She didn’t believe for a second that she was successful but she noticed that Andrew was looking at her as well. Anna looked between them again and a playful smirk spread across her face – the same smirk as when she had seen Elsa’s hair earlier.

“Nothing too exciting, I assure you,” Elsa said quickly.

“Somehow I don’t believe that,” Kristoff mumbled under his breath. Elsa stared at him, and Anna smacked his chest lightly with the back of her hand.

“Ignore him,” Anna said directly to Andrew. “He’s been a bit…preoccupied since we left.” Elsa wasn’t sure she even wanted to know what that meant.

The rest of the conversation was awkward, needless to say. Kristoff filled little holes with jokes that only Anna seemed to understand. Elsa tried to keep a smile on her face, just to be a good host and sister, but it was hard. She was jealous, and she wasn’t hiding it very well, especially not with the way she let little snowflakes fall from her fingers into her tea. Andrew grew more bored, more tense with every minute that passed, though he stayed quite composed. It must’ve been in his nature, Elsa concluded, because he did it in a way that didn’t distract Anna and Kristoff from one another.

“Well, we should go visit my family before the sun sets,” Kristoff finally said. Anna stood and nodded.

“They’re probably going to try and marry us in that hole again,” she responded. Kristoff stood as well and shrugged.

“Yeah, but at least now you won’t stop the ceremony,” he teased. He chuckled and Anna shrugged, then looked at her sister.

“We’ll be back late, probably. Don’t wait up for us!”

And then they were gone. Elsa glanced at the grandfather clock that sat in the back corner of the room and realized that, while she had made Andrew wait with her, she didn’t actually have time to talk to him. She had to meet with the Court.

She stood and followed in Anna and Kristoff’s steps in silence. Quickly, Andrew pushed himself out of his chair and skipped to keep up with Elsa.

“Elsa, I received an urgent letter from King George-“

“He’s finally given you official leave?” she asked as they exited the room and headed down a long, seemingly daunting corridor.

“Not exactly,” he said. “Elsa, I really need to speak to you about this-“

“I have a meeting, Andrew. You knew that. Whatever you need to say either needs to be said now or it has to wait.”

“King George isn’t exactly happy that I’m staying,” he began. Elsa looked at him, but she refused to stop moving. It has hard for her, now, to tell him to leave, especially since she thought they’d been making a bit of progress in her control. “And, believe it or not, he’s not too keen on the idea of a woman leading a kingdom when she’s had a splotchy history with its citizens-“

“King George sounds like a typical man, if you ask me,” she said rather ironically.

“This is no laughing matter, Elsa,” Andrew insisted. Even at the urgency in his voice, Elsa continued walking. “He doesn’t think you’re fit to be Queen.”

“Judging on his history with his American colonies, I don’t necessarily think he’s fit to be a ruler of what looks to soon be a free country. We’re even.”

“He has an army.”

“So do I. And I have you,” she said. They had come to the end of the corridor, where a set of large oak double doors stood closed. Without another word, Elsa grabbed the knob of one of the doors and left Andrew behind her as she entered the courtroom.

“Not like his – and not officially,” he said quietly, watching as she sighed at him before she closed the doors. As much as it burdened her to think so, he had run out of time. Official Queenly duties needed to be adhered to, and unfortunately, Andrew Davies was not one of them.

She turned from the doors and headed into the middle of the large room. The court sat on benches around a podium that sat in the center of the room. Each court member had on his or her dress robes, as well as a large, curled white wig. They watched as Elsa moved gracefully to the podium, her head held high and her lips in a straight line.

“Your Majesty,” the members said in unison. Elsa curtsied to them, then straightened and held her hands tightly in front of her.

“Our first order of business today is that of your current status,” said one member, sitting two seats to Elsa’s left.

“Status? Of what, may I ask?” Elsa replied.

“Your, er, marital status, Your Majesty,” he answered.

“It is tradition that, within the first three years of her rule, if a Queen is born into her position, she is to find a husband and marry, or else the throne would be given to a chosen successor,” said the man directly in front of Elsa.

Her face began to heat up, even just the slightest. Her mouth dropped, and she looked at each court member individually until she had seen them all, and then came back to the middle man.

“I have never heard of this law! It’s absurd!”

“It was instated by your great great grandfather, Your Majesty. The court has agreed, since the law was put in place, that it should be upheld.”

“And why is that?” she asked.

“Because,” the middle man said. “A woman is not fit to rule a kingdom on her own.”

Elsa could feel her blood as it began to simmer. Ice began growing beneath her feet, and little flurries blew out of the spaces between her fingers and palms. She should have skipped this meeting – she should have stayed in the study with Andrew and heard him out. She wished he’d told her more about King George and his plan, because then she would not be focused on how imbalanced her own government seemed to be.

“And three years makes her a worse ruler, rather than better, more experienced?” she asked, trying to sound as calm as possible.

A few of the members gasped as her ice spread across the floor. She, however, ignored it. She let it spread. In retrospect, that may have not been the best idea. In fact, it may have been the very evidence the court needed to enforce the law at hand.

“Three years was simply placed in clause to give the Queen time to find a husband. The law was written under the pretense that any Queen would have the same responsibilities and duties as a King, at least until they were married.”

“Wait, what?” she asked, her hands now fully spread over the podium. Ice began to cover it; stalactite-like formations grew from the wooden edges. “I will lose my rightful title, one that I was born into, to a man that may not even be of Arendelle decent?”

It sounded absolutely outrageous. A man fourth from the middle stood and shook his head, his flabby skin shaking as he did so.

“No, my Queen. What my colleague meant was that, in the case that the Queen should fall ill, she would need a King Regent to step in. If you are not married, your sister would surely take your place – but say you had no sister. The law assumes that the rightful ruler is an only child, inaccurately so, I must admit.”

Elsa was sufficiently confused. She was being forced to find a husband within the next two years, as stated by a law that should have allowed her three, but that she had never heard of until that meeting, a year into her rule already, all because some relative of hers was paranoid that a woman ruler was more perceptible to illness than a man?

“This law is written entirely based upon speculation,” she said finally, watching as her ice crawled along the floor.

“We are aware of that,” the same man said.

“However,” the middle man cut in, “I am afraid that we, unanimously, must insist that we uphold the law and see you married within the next two years. Otherwise, you will have to give the throne to your sister, Princess Anna, and her husband.”

While a year ago that would have sounded perfect to Elsa so that she could have hid in her North Mountain Palace, it now sounded like a whole nightmare that she would be placing on Anna’s shoulders. It didn’t seem fair to either of them – Elsa because she was being forced into matrimony; Anna because, if Elsa refused, she would have to rule the kingdom with a good-for-nothing sister tagging along on all of her excursions. She wanted nothing more than to freeze all of the members of the court, walk out of the room, and pretend that she had heard nothing of that they had said.

Instead, the middle man continued.

“We have already arranged for a ball to be held in a week’s time. Weddings, as you have seen with your sister’s, are timely events that need meticulous planning and-“

“I will be planning my own wedding. If that is the only thing that I can get out of this law, then I will take it. I agree to host and attend the ball, but I choose the groom and I plan my wedding.”

There was no arguing with that. The members of the court agreed that no clauses within the law stated that her demands could not be met. Even so, Elsa still stormed from the courtroom, footprints of ice following her throughout the palace.

#frozen #vuelie

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