Imagine: Y/N helped make sandwiches for the Shifters. Her mother, Esme, distributes them when she sees Y/N is too scared.
Using she/her but feel free to replace it with any pronouns!
“Y/N, it’s lunchtime for the pack. Care to give them out?”
Y/N ducks her head, fiddling with her vampire-pale fingers.
Turning may give physical strength and perfection, but you’d learned the hard way that it didn’t help with mentality...Especially not anxiety or social anxiety.
Jasper halts his training session to give Y/N a hug and kiss on the forehead.
“It’s alright, darlin’, no one is going to hurt you while we’re here.”
Esme finally picks up on her daughter’s anxiety and gives Y/N her best motherly smile.
“Let me. You made them anyway- so, you’ve already done more than enough.”
Y/N smiles gratefully up at her mother.
Esme nods and goes to distrubute the food.
She whispers something to the pack that Y/N can’t hear and they all nod in agreement.
After training, each shifter- even Paul- comes up to her, nods their head and thanks Y/N for their lunch.
“L-Least I could do- seeing as how you’re helping,” Y/N replied to each.
