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YOU’RE TELLING ME THEY CAN DO ALL THIS AND HOLD ONTO YOU AT THE SAME TIME????

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MY BABY TATTED????

SNOOKUMS 😭💕

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BEACH EPISODE

I JUST WANNA BE PART OF YOUR SYMPHONYYYYY

mc holding Rafayel for the split second 😭

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STOP THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER!!!!

Love and Deepspace x Pokemon !!!

Those annoying couple trainers,, Rafayel MC with the matching Luvdiscs... Oh everyone is fed up w their cheesy antics

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ive been binge reading all your works i love them all so much!!!!!! you capture them so accurately pls keep writing youre so good 💕💕

(trying to not spam like u sorry🥲)

Thank you my love! I really appreciate this and I’m so glad you love it! This makes me feel so good 🥹

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hi.. if its not too much can i request a zayne/LADS men imagine where an A+ student reader gets a low score on an iq test and feels really down and starts to doubt herself.

F-

“I can’t believe I failed my test.” You pouted to Zayne. He held onto his notebook tight against his side.

“It just means we need to study more.” He told you as you groan.

“What if I can’t get the job I want later?” You pout making him blow air out of his nose.

“You’re overthinking it. Take a deep breath and worry about now. It’s one test and there’ll be others. I’ll help you.” He nudged your hand with his making you look up at him.

“Seriously?” You replied, your voice hopeful. He nodded making you fist pump the air.

He smiled at you as you both continued to walk home.

“Tutored by the almighty Zayne!” You shouted on the street. His ears turn red as he grabs the strap of your bag.

“Settle down.” He mumbled embarrassment clear in his body language.

Xavier comforted you as best he could as tears hit the paper with a red fifty on it. Xavier had tried every motivational thing to cheer you up however, this hit too close to home. You were jealous he never had an issue like this since he’s good at everything.

“What am I going to do?” You sniffled as he caressed your head.

“All you can do is study. Try a new method since your current one doesn’t work.” He suggested making you pout.

“Like what?” You asked as he thought to himself.

“Blurt method, mind mapping, or the teaching method. We can go through all of them until you find your way.” He explained with a smile which in turn caused you to smile.

“Okay.” You mumbled. He continued to talk about it on the way home.

Rafayel tried many methods to studying but he mostly wings it. He’s not dumb by any means he just knows where his interests lie. He was shocked to hear you failed your test and even more shocked when you asked him how he does it.

“Cutie you worry too much. All that stress goes into the test.” He explained with his cheek on his fist.

You deadpanned as he sighed, “The test isn’t the end of the world. We can’t win everything and it doesn’t define how smart you are.”

“But what if I fail completely?” You pouted as he shakes his head.

“Then your professor will have to deal with me personally.” You chuckled as he squeezed you tightly.

Sylus is going to help you study how he studies. He will do everything he can to help you bring your A game for the next test.

“Don’t pout, kitten.” He mumbled holding you close. You were being hard on yourself.

“I’ll help you as best I can. This isn’t permanent.” He reassured you with a soft tone.

“You’re right but I got to cry it out first.” You sniffled making him chuckle.

“Right.” He kissed your temple softly.

Caleb will try to take it for you so you won’t be sad. It’s just how he operates when it comes to you. He doesn’t like to see you so sad especially about something like this.

“I’ll retake it in your place.” Caleb announced making you eye him suspiciously.

“Caleb…you can’t—you can’t pretend to be me Caleb.” You told him as he huffed.

“But you’ll pass and you won’t cry anymore.” He shrugged. He meant well truly he did.

“Perhaps but then I’ll be in trouble. I’ll be crying over something else entirely.” You explained making him scoff.

“Details, details.” He waved you off. He did succeed in making you laugh which was an accomplishment in itself.

“Don’t cry anymore. Things will look up.” He said softly as he hugged you.

Could’ve been better but I did my best!

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Bite on the cheek vs. bite on the nose 💪🍼

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This is just a thought that invaded my brain recently-- what do you think the LADS boys would do when hit with cute aggression? Specifically, their SO inspires cute aggression in them?

Like, I feel like it's obvious for some, like Sylus would get bitey, Caleb would pinch their cheeks or something, and I KNOW Raf would get it frequently, but I don't know what he'd do???

Then there's Zayne, who has probably never experienced it in his life, so maybe he gets concerned when he feels it for the first time??? But like, what does he DO?!

Don't get me started on Xavier-- that man would crush you under him and never let go.

Anyway, just a little thought nugget i wanted to pass along. Have fun if you decide to do it!

Now this I can fluff up to the max!

Cuteness Aggression!

Sylus is a biter, it’s just his dragon trait peeking through. He can’t help it because you look absolutely adorable right now. That vibrating feeling before he holds you in his arms as you beg for mercy. You know he’s going to bite you. You knew and yet you were too slow.

“Sylus I beg of you to let me go!” You hollered pushing his face away from you.

“Sorry, sweetie. I just can’t help myself.” He chuckled before biting down on you.

“Sylus!” You squealed as he chomped down on you.

Caleb gets it so frequently you could almost time it. You had been sitting on the bed watching tv when he came in and froze at the door. You turned to him with confusion but you already knew as soon as he became a blur—you stood on the bed trying to move. He tackled you and drowned you in kisses.

“Can’t breathe!” You gasp breaking sort of free from his grasp.

“Ugh you’re so cute when you need air.” He groaned and kissed you even more. The kisses became more wet causing you to thrash even more. What did the kisses turn into? LICKS!

“Caleb, free me!” You’d shout but it was drowned out by his incessant ‘kisses’.

Don’t even try to hide from Rafayel when he gets it. He can’t help but try to get in your skin. He wants to squeeze you until you pop but trades that out for holding you and smelling you. He really fights the urge to dig his fingers into your sides.

“I smell the same as I did when I left.” You groan trying to fight him off.

“You don’t get it.” He said dreamily as he takes another whiff of you. He does this until he falls asleep by the way. Mostly lightheaded from how deeply he sniffed you.

Xavier lays on top of you. Treats you like a stuffed animal. He’s not getting up either because he has to fight the dopamine. It’s unbearable to him. You sounded like you were being steamrolled but you expected this especially since he hasn’t seen much of you.

“So cute.” He mumbled with his eyes closed. He squished you impossibly closer to him.

“Xavier please…I think I’ll pass out.” You wheezed but he just hums.

“I’ll catch you.” He kisses your head and continues his actions.

Zayne knows the scientific term for this. He knows exactly what his brain is doing however, he does not like the rush of dopamine because he actually wants to squeeze, bite and kiss you all at the same time.

“Are you okay?” You asked as he stared at you frozen in place.

“Dopamine rush.” He spoke bluntly making you snort.

“You know they say your brain sends a message to you that whatever is giving you that dopamine rush? To kill it.” He freezes when you said this.

“I don’t want to kill you though.” He mumbled making your jaw drop.

“I thought you saw a cat—HEY!” Zayne scoops you and nuzzled into you on the couch. He is fighting the urge to bite your neck. He’s a combination of everything aggressive about cuteness aggression. He does however end up kissing you until your lips are swollen.

This was a bit of a challenge ngl I feel like Sylus and Zayne might bite, Xavier squeezes the life out of you and Caleb and Rafayel lick you idk my mind went there but I wanted them all to be somewhat different. Hope you enjoyed!

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Sammie is the angel on Smoke's shoulder... While Remmick is the devil on Stack's...

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I’ll Find You

He can’t live without you

The beauty of this kingdom was not unknown by its residents. That much was true however, the way it flows was a secret to many. Not to the elders or the men in power. Not even to Caleb who put up a facade.

The meadow was beautiful with tall green grasses and beautiful flowers of different colors and species. This was his secret garden as he called it. Where he planned, thought, even rested. He was no stranger to the quiet land and neither was the princess he liked to drag along. Childhood friends is what they called it.

“Caleb, my feet hurt.” She would whine as he scooped her into his arms. He’d smile at her lovingly as he carried her down the hill.

“You always wear those retched heels that is why.” He’d reply as he laid her gently on the grass. Her legs over his with her ankles crossed.

“I’m a lady in high society. I have no choice.” She’d sass back. He’d just chuckle and rub her aching feet that were covered in indentations from the tight shoe.

They’d ramble to each other for hours on end. They knew the older they became the less time they had together. It created an ache in young Caleb’s heart. He was set to go to the academy and be a leader like his father. She was set to be married off as many of the young women had been raised to be.

It was not the life many young women wanted. She was even more unlucky due to her status. She was merely a pawn in her father’s kingdom. A chess piece he waited to use for many years. On one hand, a sad life for many young women, on another? This was their dream to be married to the highest ranking noble. All so they can stomp on those below them. Pitiful if you ask me.

“I’m off to the academy soon.” He broke the sound of the bracing breezes. The wind whipped her hair across her face.

“So soon?” She questioned trying to hold her voice steady. She didn’t want him to know how she felt about her best friend leaving her to this cruel society.

“It is nearing the fall semester.” He reminded her as he leaned over to fix her curls that were tousled in the wind.

“That’s true. I hate to see you go.” She spoke solemnly. He could clearly see her pout making him sad as well.

“You say it as though we’ll never meet again.” He chuckled softly. He tried to lighten the mood but it wasn’t working. She was genuinely upset.

“I’ll be married by the time you return.” She muttered looking off into the meadow. “Me a wife. Who could have ever imagined.” She snorted picking a flower.

“You’d make a beautiful bride, Bliss.” He told her with a soft gaze. He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

“Only you call me that.” She snorted her eyes never leaving the flower. A memory flashing in her mind of her mother.

“For a few reasons but mostly to honor the woman who named you.” He spoke softly.

The princess’ mother was a sight to behold. Her beauty was radiant and you would always catch her in the garden. She was whimsical but tactical. A threat to those who knew her and harmless to those who didn’t. Many saw her mother as useless and dumb because of how free she was. Bare feet on palace grounds, loud singing, and a voice that didn’t step down.

When she got sick the king couldn’t bring himself to look at her. He sent her to the country side to live out the rest of her days. It angered the princess to no end because her mother was merely pushed aside. No doctors could get her diagnosis off their lips without the roar of the king. Sickening man he was.

“I hope she can make the wedding.” The princess mumbled before putting the flower in Caleb’s hair.

He chuckled, “They have you dolled up today, don’t they?” He asked but oh did you look radiant in the sunlight against the meadow of flowers.

“Yes, I have to have dinner with him and his family. I don’t see why when we’re already to be married.” She grumbled crossing her arms.

“What if I find you, after the academy?” Caleb asked not looking at her but the lace trim of her dress.

“Find me? There is nothing you can do after my wedding.” She scoffed. It was true this was a matter between royalty.

“You are set to follow your father’s footsteps and lead the knights.” She dazed as she placed her hand over his.

Caleb didn’t want that. He never wanted that. His father was a general and held respect for the king’s decisions. He was feared by many while also being respected by them. Caleb didn’t want to be like this father much less run the knightage.

“I don’t want to follow in his footsteps, Bliss. I want to—never mind.” He shook his head like the thought alone was blasphemy.

He wanted to express his feelings for her. He wanted to tell her how he felt about her so badly it ached. He couldn’t—not when her father had his plan so tightly sewn together. The sound of hooves draw near causing the princess to remove her legs from Caleb’s lap. His fist clenched against his knee as a knight shows up. When the helmet is removed there stood Gideon. A friend of you both.

“Aurora, your father calls for you.” Gideon called nearly out of breath. She stood with Caleb’s help and places her shoes back on.

“I see Bullet hassled you once more today.” She jokes making Gideon pout.

“He nearly dragged me here whilst I hung on his tail.” Gideon blurted. Aurora walked up to the night black horse and pets him. He nuzzled into her hair with a soft neigh.

Bullet was once her mother’s horse then passed down to her when she fell ill. Bullet loved Aurora deeply and hated anyone else who came near him, even her father. She was forbidden from learning horseback riding however, her mother made sure she did in secret.

Caleb helps her onto the horse behind Gideon. His hands don’t leave her waist as he stares into her eyes. He was fighting his heart and mind right now. He had a duty to fulfill but he also wanted to follow his heart.

“I’ll see you at your exit ceremony.” She reminded him as she fluffed his hair. He just smiled backing away from Bullet. The horse ran off with Gideon timidly barking demands for him to slow down.

Caleb needed to put his plan in motion immediately. If he didn’t you’d be too far gone from his grasp to do anything at all.

When the princess arrived at the palace she felt the immense dread it oozed. There her father stood impatiently waiting for her to be dismounted from Bullet. Gideon, as respectfully as possible, dismounted you and bows to the king whose head is held high.

“Aurora. Where have you been?” His voice boomed as his intense stare burned into her skin.

“I needed fresh air.” She said with her arms crossed. She looked like her mother this way. He hated it.

“Off with that Caleb boy?” He questioned. Her heart skipped a beat at his spot on accusation.

“That is none of your concern, father.” She countered making him grit his teeth. “Sir Gideon, you are dismissed.”

Gideon bows once more before trying to escort Bullet to the stables. Bullets hooves were planted not intending to leave the princess with such an angry king. Poor Gideon tugged the reins as best he could before the horse moved itself after the princess gave the okay.

“I’ll have that horses neck.” The king mumbled making her roll her eyes.

“And I’ll have yours if you touch him.” She bravely threatened. The king sighed deeply reminding himself she is his heir.

“Do you know how you’ll make him look running off with that boy? Look at your dress! Grass stains Aurora!” He blathered. The princess wasn’t fazed, he was always this way.

“He’s my friend father.” She argued back making her way inside. His eyes narrowed.

“You are to be married and he is off to the academy. Neither of you will be friends afterwards.” He whispered harshly as if she already didn’t know that.

She whips around with a stare so intense, “You still acquaint yourself with Duchess Isla, though you are still legally married to my mother.”

The king glares back at his child. His eyes filled with fury. He knew she was correct but she was still a child under his roof and a woman no less.

“Imagine your husband’s reputation as your gallivanting around with the generals son. People will talk.” He whispered. The clicking of her heels stopped.

“I don’t care what the public thinks. I’m just as human as they are. They judge because they want what I have and luckily for them they can have because I don’t want it.” She spat making her father fume.

“You insolent little—“ The argument was cut short when a knight approached.

“The guests are here m’lady…m’lord.” The knight spoke his voice having a slight tremble.

“We’ll be right out.” The king said sternly—shooing the knight away. He turned to his daughter as if she was someone beneath him.

His voice sinister as he said, “Remember your place.” A phrase she’s heard all her life leading to this moment.

She was left alone in the hallway as she sighed and looked up at the overly decorated ceiling.

“Caleb, I hope you’ll be stronger than I in the coming years.” She whispered before walking down the hall to greet her fiancee.

This was going good in the beginning then I got out the shower and lost my train of thought.

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He’s getting there

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Zayne

[Chapter 6] Coincidence

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Pairing: Zayne x f!Reader

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Jade clings to you as you walk to the doctor’s office. Three months after her last check up, you’re back in the hospital again. She isn’t as excited as she usually is due to the news that she has a new doctor. And to her dismay, her father is caught up in surgery so she can’t go into his office and spend time with him for even five minutes.

“You okay, baby? Did you sleep okay?” You ask her since your usually energetic toddler is falling asleep in your arms. Her eyes are heavy, and she fights with keeping them open. Her only issue isn’t being at the doctor’s office.

“Yes.” She lies, knowing that if her answer is no, you’ll put her down for a nap. While she is tired, she doesn’t want to sleep. You chuckle before kissing the top of her head. You have a stubborn little girl.

You get to the office, and you put her down on the exam bed, where she immediately lays down. You attempt to take off her coat before anything but she makes the task difficult. She curls up, making herself comfortable in the office. You click your tongue, holding back a laugh at your sweet girl. She claims she slept okay, yet she’s getting ready to sleep here.

“Baby, sit up. We’re waiting for Dr. Zayne.” You tell her, caressing her arm which doesn’t help your situation. You’d appreciate it any other time but the last thing you need is to wake her up and have her groggy during the visit. “Sit up, Jade.”

“Dun wanna.” She complains, and you purse your lips together. You’re not going to force her to do anything she doesn’t want to do, which is why it’s a good thing you know how to work with her.

“Okay, Jade. But the moment we get home you’re taking a nap.” Your words sound like a threat in her ears. She quickly sits up, eyes wide open.

You won’t deny you’re nervous about the appointment, but you will deny the fact that you’re nervous about all the wrong reasons. It’s been a while since the last time you spoke with Zayne, and you wonder how upset he is with you. The last time you saw him he found out Jade’s birthday but he didn’t say a thing. You were hoping to talk to him about it but you were too caught up in your own lives– Not to mention that Zayne actively avoids you. You can’t blame him for avoiding you even if you aren’t happy about it.

Jade kicks her feet in the air as the back of your hand presses against her forehead, checking for a fever. She seems fine, she just had a weird night last night. You cup her face, pinching her chubby cheeks before putting on a baby voice, “What’s wrong with my little baby? Why couldn’t you sleep last night?” She sticks out her bottom lip, upset that you’ve used the forbidden word. The B word. It doesn’t help that she’s fussy because of her rough night last night.

“You want to sleep with mommy tonight? It might help you sleep better.” You suggest, and she nods in response. You pray it’s not a sleep regression thing because you won’t be able to handle it again.

Your conversation is cut short but a knock on the door, promptly followed by Zayne’s entrance. He appears stoic as he walks inside, barely acknowledging your presence. Though he quickly realizes that any personal grudge must be left out. He’s here for your daughter, who he accepted as his patient.

“How are you doing today, Jade?” Zayne can’t help but be a bit petty. It shouldn’t matter, right? His patient is Jade, not you. It does look absurd though since he’s talking to a two year old.

“Fine.” She murmurs, feeling shy under Zayne’s intense gaze. She wants to hide behind you and seek your protection. She looks down at her pink flats, refusing to look at Zayne’s face.

His pettiness doesn’t go unnoticed by you but you bite your tongue. The last thing you want is to start unnecessary drama. You deserve the treatment, you won’t act like you’re a saint. Refusing to tell the truth is biting you in the ass, and unless you do something about it, the punishment will continue.

Zayne begins the checkup, asking you the basic routine questions. He’s checking for any concerning changes, anything that could deal with her heart. The only concerning thing from your end is, “She’s sleepy today.” Which doesn’t really get a reaction from him.

“She’s a human. Even if she’s only two–”

“Almost three.” She butts in, putting up two fingers. She’s not quite there yet.

“Even if she’s almost three, she’s bound to get tired. Nothing that concerns her heart.” He answers, almost sounding condescending in your ears. It’s now his usual behavior. You’d argue he’s gotten worse since the last time you spoke. 

“Right, I just want to know if it’s something of concern.” You nod as Zayne puts on his stethoscope. He still has to check a couple of things from the checklist.

“Take deep breaths, Jade, okay?” He tells her, and as he says those words, his gaze falls on her shoulder. His eyes narrow, a feeling of deja vu filling him up as he sees the birth mark on her shoulder. It’s awfully familiar.

He takes off the stethoscope, before subtly smiling at her, “Good job.”

Zayne’s work schedule is rougher than what he anticipated. He barely has time to breathe, and he’s not sure if he appreciates or hates it. It helps keep his mind off his personal life and whatever problems that are going on; if you can even consider them as problems.

Truth is, the moment he left he knew a lot was going to change. Especially with you. He just can’t wrap his head around the idea that things have changed so drastically. To think that within two years you’re already married and with a child– To think that he was imagining spending the upcoming holidays with you.

Once upon a time he thought that he’d come back to Linkon and pick up things where he left off. He foolishly thought that he could pause everything and resume as if nothing had happened. Two years went by, he doesn’t know why he expected anything else. Things ended the moment he left, why did he expect you to not move on?

Even if he knew that things were going to change, he still can’t help but be hurt by how quickly it all happened. He finds himself questioning your loyalty and all the years of relationship you had. He’s slowly driving himself insane thinking about every little detail of his life, wondering if it was all a lie. Even if he doesn’t have time to do anything, he appreciates his schedule for letting him keep the little bit of sanity he has left.

But today is one of those days where he stares at the ceiling, with nothing else to do. His mind is his own worst enemy. Apparently he must have a day off or something along those lines, and now he’s forced to be home. 

He groans as he sits up on the bed, having to find the energy to do the basic task. He can’t rot in bed the entirety of the day. It’s not his style to just stay in bed for the day, and he’d hate himself for not being productive. Usually his days start off smooth, waking up with enough energy to go on a jog but he can’t even do that. He’s not forced to think of work so he’s thinking of you.

Right now he wonders why he didn’t stay overseas. If he had known what was waiting for him, he would have never come back. 

Zayne might as well stay in and try to look over some research papers or whatever. Maybe he should get a pet to help him with his loneliness. Though that isn’t a smart idea considering Zayne isn’t in his apartment 90% of the time.

He walks to the bathroom, thinking that a shower will help him start off his day. He usually thinks so negatively in the morning, maybe a shower will lift his spirits. However, that won’t help half of his ailments. 

He turns on the faucet, quickly getting into the shower and being met by ice cold water. A whimper leaves his lips as he’s met with the sharp, cold water. As if it isn’t cold enough outside, he refuses to use hot water. If he uses the hot water then he’ll get too comfortable and drift into thought.

His head presses against the wall, hearing as the water droplets hit the ground. He hasn’t been this worthless in the time he’s been back. It almost feels like an entity has taken over his body and heightened any feeling that he’s had over the situation– Maybe it finally settled. 

There’s no future where you start your own life together because you have already done that with someone else. Zayne knows that he’ll never move on. You’ll always be deep in his mind, no matter what. Almost three years after not seeing you, he still loves you like in the very beginning; he’ll never start again with someone else.

The thoughts are even worse after he gets out of the shower. Maybe he feels so intensely because he saw you yesterday. He can’t do anything about it but let time pass by. Perhaps by this time next year he’ll laugh about how mortified he was about the whole situation.

He dries himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist. He walks over to the sink, grabbing his toothbrush and wetting it before putting a dash of toothpaste. He’ll just have to live with the fact that for the next year whenever he sees a toothbrush he’ll think about how you had matching pairs. Maybe even for the rest of his life.

He looks at himself in the mirror while brushing his teeth. His eyes narrow as he looks at his right shoulder. He furrows his eyebrows, putting the toothbrush down and turning his head to look at it. His fingers trace over the birth mark as he thinks of her. Jade’s is identical to his own.

Could it be– No. He’s just in his head today. He needs to watch a movie or something to stop thinking about this whole situation, it’s eating him alive. Bit by bit.

It’s just a weird coincidence, nothing else.

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So did y’all hear Miles new song or what?

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Lwk scared chapter 2 of dragons gaze isn’t gonna hit like chapter 1 did ☹️ but at least we introducing dragon mama!

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I’m excited y’all don’t understand

here's a peek at Heavy while we're at it🫡

“Baby, sit up. We’re waiting for Dr. Zayne.” You tell her, caressing her arm which doesn’t help your situation. You’d appreciate it any other time but the last thing you need is to wake her up and have her groggy during the visit. “Sit up, Jade.”

“Dun wanna.” She complains, and you purse your lips together. You’re not going to force her to do anything she doesn’t want to do, which is why it’s a good thing you know how to work with her.

“Okay, Jade. But the moment we get home you’re taking a nap.” Your words sound like a threat in her ears. She quickly sits up, eyes wide open.

You won’t deny you’re nervous about the appointment, but you will deny the fact that you’re nervous about all the wrong reasons. It’s been a while since the last time you spoke, and you wonder how upset he is with you. The last time you saw him he found out Jade’s birthday but he didn’t say a thing. You were hoping to talk to him about it but you were too caught up in your own lives– Not to mention that Zayne actively avoids you. You can’t blame him for avoiding you even if you aren’t happy about it.

Jade kicks her feet in the air as the back of your hand presses against her forehead, checking for a fever. She seems fine, she just had a weird night last night. You cup her face, pinching her chubby cheeks before putting on a baby voice, “What’s wrong with my little baby? Why couldn’t you sleep last night?” She sticks out her bottom lip, upset that you’ve used the forbidden word. The B word. It doesn’t help that she’s fussy because of her rough night last night.

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Look at her glow have mercy!

them two know they love a nonverbal conversation 😭

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OMG 😭😭😭😭 I WHEEZED SO HARD but nah fr I felt like the chocolate factory episode of I love Lucy 😭

never even rubbed my clit as hard and fast as I rub my screen for this fuck ass mini game

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Hiii pookieeee i have a cute imagine idea for calebb

you know those "surprising my long distance bf" tiktoks? I was thinking about how it would unfold when mc did that to DAA caleb :>>

Home for You

You had your bags packed and ready to go for about a week now. Caleb told you over video how stressed the fleet was this week. It was one too many incidents they had to cover up and Caleb barely got a wink of sleep since. You decided to go see him. It’d brighten his whole day.

You knocked on the door while covering the peephole. He told you he just got home and was exhausted. What better time than now to come see him? You heard his footsteps near the front door and pause. He was obviously confused why he couldn’t see out of his peephole. His voice sounds through the door.

“Who is it?” He asked his voice filled with authority. You giggled silently to yourself before knocking once again but harder.

“This is the colonel’s home if—“ His threatening tone softened upon seeing you. He rushed to you picking you up off your feet, hugging you tightly.

“I didn’t know—what are you doing here?” He asked not letting you go.

“I wanted to surprise you since you had a hard week.” You explained making his heart melt.

“Aww pipsqueak.” He nearly cried right there as he held you tighter as if that were possible.

He carried you inside kicking the door closed. He missed you so much it took a crowbar to peel him out of your skin.

Last day of classes huzzah!