#Few Cole doodles

[pigeonstab]

[wannabemasterofwindintraining]

Touch repulsed man caught being physically affectionate

[foxyfexyll]

oc-tober days 4 and 5: in PJs and school gym uniform

rlabs trio sleepover and our high school sportaholic ashlynn!

[weekend-whip]

My brain has been starved of aftershock, finalfrontier, another ship content as of late. Give me your brain rot.

Welp, since it's the last day of May (here), and tomorrow begins Pride, I'll tell you that I've been filter feeding on an Aftershock mermaid au :V

Jesse is one-fourth mermaid—his mom is a half-mermaid, and his father is full human. He's still trying to figure out what scenario led them to get together, but he's not ever gonna ask.

Non-full mermaids can switch between having a tail or not by the "get wet get fins/get dry get legs" rule. Touching water will initiate a transformation; the speed of the transformation differs by individual/situation.

Jesse prefers to be on land, but mainly stays in the ocean due to his sister—an attack by fishermen caused her great injury, to the point that it's easier for her to remain as a mermaid than a human, so Jesse sticks around to keep her safe and protected and all that jazz.

He's also something of a siren, and loves to sing—not to lure anyone to their doom, just that he likes the sound of his own voice. However, he always makes sure he's absolutely alone when he does sing, because...well, he can't have some unsuspecting human catch wind of his irresistible notes. Bad times all around.

...this doesn't stop local ocean artist/musician Cole from overhearing Jesse one day, leading to him to constantly coming back to the beach to sketch Jesse singing on his little rock in the sun. Cole wants to talk to the mermaid, but like, you can't just talk to a mermaid.

Time passes and on a foggy morning, Jesse sings while a ship he can't see is passing by, with Miranda swimming not too far away. The ship turns out to be a fishing boat, and after hearing Jesse sing, manages to snare Miranda and Jesse in their net. Cole, just chilling on the beach when he suddenly can't hear Jesse anymore, realizes something's wrong and heads out to investigate.

He manages to free both mermaids without incident (haven't decided if there's a confrontation or it's a stealth mission) but either way Jesse goes feral over protecting Mira until Cole demonstrates he means no harm by freeing her from the net, followed by freeing Jesse too. Miranda reveals that they can at least understand one another and Jesse drags her away.

Couple days later, Jesse brings up some treasures and flowers from the ocean to thank Cole for the rescue with, and they finally start to talk and whatnot. Jesse reveals that he can turn human, and Cole...does not react as surprised as Jesse expected, but he's also okay with it (guess he's just that chill), so it's all good.

After that they have a bunch of "dates", with Cole showing Jesse some of the stuff he's missing on land, and Jesse telling Cole about oceanlife + making him some awesome seafood meals...however, Cole refuses to swim with Jesse. Jesse can't figure out why.

So yeah they get closer and Cole reveals that he first became aware of Jesse when he heard him sing, which freaks Jesse out because he think he's "hypnotized" Cole into loving him and proceeds to try and get away from him.

They meet again later, with Jesse explaining what he thinks must have happened...and Cole insisting that it can't be true. Jesse protests this until Cole grabs Jesse and jumps off the pier with him in his arms, plunging them both into the water.

...turns out Cole's been half-mermaid the whole time too, which is why he found none of this bizarre + how he handled the fishermen so easily + why he was always at the ocean to begin with yet never wanted to swim + he was immune to Jesse's song in the first place, confirming that he really did fall in love with Jesse for Jesse

Cole then dumps his whole lore about his mermaid mom being killed by poachers and how his dad tried to use his mermaid-ness to get into show business, driving Cole away from both his dad and the ocean. There's a whole thing here but I'm keeping it to myself in case I do write this one day ahahaaaa

But anyway, they're all happy that they can be together with no issue and they swim around and kiss and then maybe there's a sequel hook with Cole readjusting back to the ocean or something.

......haven't really thought about anyone else for obvious reasons lmao but I have very strongly decided that Jay is a blue octopus with yellow rings, and Jamie is a yellow octopus with blue rings. People get them mixed up and proceed to regret it.

Olivia, of course, is a shark. Haven't decided which Shark. Bridget is her annoyed narwhal sidekick.

Kai and Nya are also half-mer; Kai has a shark tail, Nya a dolphin tail. Have not decided what their situation would be; I just don't want go with the obvious routes :P

Zane, in a twist of irony, is a full human. He's Cole's confidant for Cole's life on land, and believes in Cole's "mermaid tales" because he's met one himself (Pixal).

idk what Lloyd's doing but he's probably some wildly poisonous form of half-fish. Even if he can transform there's always something creature-y about him snksnksnk

[yourcutelittlegayfriend]

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A New Reset, An Old Story

Yandere Platonic Bat Family x Neglected Regressing GN Reader

Warning this part contains: low qual English + corny/cringey usage of it, lots of cursing, emotional stuff, weird hallucinations, and bad editing I guess? was someone there before? Can someone pick me up? MC is being weird.

Note: a bit longer part this time

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How do you act when you feel like your day keeps repeating?.

Would you be content? to just go with the flow? to memorize each of your steps, actions or words?.

Or, would you go crazy? lose your mind and sanity? to see red dancing on the edge of your eyes if you keep remembering the shit that keeps happening to you?.

I would, especially if you went through what I did, all effort I did just gone with one bullet from a gun, from a high fall, a kidnapping gone wrong, get killed by a villian, a sword, a freak accident or maybe just one very very bad day.

Gripping my seatbelt I wait for Commissioner Gordon to open the car's door and let me out, stepping out of the police car with it's siren and lights off, I stand on the graveled road that leads to the stone steps of the old and dark mansion I knew too well.

A little scribbles pops in my vision roughly drawings and crossings on the mansion as if it's giving it an evil and snarling look of a giant man eating beast.

The older man gently stir me up to the porch and I watch as he ring the doorbell - The tiny mean words and drawings floating around the door flew away from the sound - on the side of the giant doors as we wait for anyone to answer.

Tensing when I heard someone's familiar shoes thudding on the otherside of the closed entrance, I step back as I grabbed Gordon's coat and braced myself to put up a new face again.

'By now Alfred should open the doors and be surprised to meet us'. a little tiny voice said by my ear as they hide behind my back- peeking over my shoulder as if they were scared even though they're not the one confronting them anyway.

As soon as they're guess was right, I observe the old event unfolding in front of me seeing Gordon hand Alfred a manila folder and show him what I knew was my DNA test, citizen papers and profile inside.

I stare blankly at Alfred who looked at me with slight pity and worry after he heard that Gordon personally escorted me here because I was supposed to be relocated to my biological father custody more than a few months ago.

'Would have prefer to stay there as well but the broody asshole insisted on one of the last resets and got my hopes up just to go back to becoming #1 fucked up dad on my list'

'Yeah! he's such an asshole!' The voice pipe up with a snort and a laugh while leaning on my shoulder.

I turn back to Commissioner Gordon one last time as he drove off as I sadly wave goodbye from the door before side eyeing the butler who was already watching me.

"Would you like some tea young master?". He kneels down and hold out a hand to me.

I stare at his face as I see glimpse of scratches around the air and scribbles on his face - crude lines to circle around his only slightly older look - a wobbly arrow to point at the small cracks of wrinkles on the edge of his eyes and a small older doodle of him from my old memories comparing his age before a glitch switching between a golden halo to devil horns floated above his head.

Blinking two times suddenly everything turned back to normal as I look at him again properly and I study his white gloved hand before grabbing it in a practiced motion as I keep on with the old scrip that I memorize long ago.

Walking close to him I follow as we pass long dark hallways that was only illuminated the flashing of lightning during the current storm and a few dark oakwood doors each one seemed taller and more menacing than the last as we entered a fairly large kitchen that I grew to love and spent most of my time in before.

He led me to an kitchen island with a marbled top so shiny I can see my face's reflection clearly along with a few stool chair with actual leather covers and I carefully climb before proceeding to watch him prepare me a tea and some of his prized cookies.

While waiting I got lost in my thoughts as I re-assess on what to do in this reset.

'What do I do now? does it even matter?'

'Do we even matter?' the small voice questioned in my ear.

I remember the times I try to use the past knowledge I have to get closer to them but........

'nothing really works for us anyway' again they reply with a murmur and lean on my shoulder.

No matter how hard I try, everything I sacrificed, anything I do nothing happens, sure there were some................. progress but I always get cut off by another death.

'We're just born to do this shit all over again' they spit out now with anger in their voice while I hear their teeth grinding together and their sharp nails digging on my skin.

If nothing else works then.......

Looking down at my bandage hand filled with little doodles from the other children in the orphanage and some cute yet old sticky cartoon bandaids, I relaxed my small hands on the flat marbled surface and breathe out.

I got nothing to lose, 2790 resets made me understand how dumb and starved I am for attention and love.

'So hungry and leaving us Starving-!' They groan and wail in pain before vanishing away.

Snapping my head up I see Alfred gently pushing a nice steaming cup of tea in front of me as well as some cookies on a plate.

I slowly reach out and take the cup before blowing on the warm tea then taking a tiny sip and relish the hidden memories that this tea have brought me.

As I stare at my reflection I see it ripples as my hands shake and my body soon followed as I sniffled and hiccup, Alfred the ever gentleman that he is carefully took a hold of the tea cup as I cry finally cry out.

I cry till my eyes are puffy, I cry as let all the pain I have endured for so long, I cry out and childishly try to wipe off my snot as I asked for my mother to come back.

I cry because

I can.

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After finishing my tea and the cookies Alfred asked me if I wanted to wait for 'my father' before I go to my 'new' bedroom.

I see them in the corner as the shadows collects on that side and rise up to reach the ceiling 'They' shook their head and blared a large rough 'X' in the air then disappear with a flash of lighting coming through from the large windows.

"No,...... it's fine maybe tomorrow". I said looking down before turning up to Alfred and set my plan in motion.

"Mr. Alfred?". I asked as I gently tugged on his slacks making him look down to me.

"Yes young master?". He angles down to me as he put away the dried dishes.

I see 'their' wide and sharky smile behind Alfred's shoulder before popping back down his back.

"Can I stay with you?". I asked tightening my hold on him.

'From now on, nothing else matters except you.........If we can't get a family out of this shitty one then We'll make a new one' They murmur down while twirling a small baby hair on my nape.

But first-

We'll have to prepare for a little reunion.

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U I A U I A A U U I I A

Taglist later because I'm now entertaining food coma bleh *dies*

[millieisawriter]

okay guys <33 requests keep coming in (just got one for arthur/dutch x brothel worker reader,) and i love that but for some reason (i'm still a lil sick, woke up with a terrible headache) writing has been going slow :( so! not wanting to leave y'all dry i've prepared something like this :)

headcannons: RDR2 men as dads

including: arthur, javier, charles, sean, lenny

Arthur Morgan

considering his past experiences, he'd feel so grateful to have another chance at having family

this time he would leave the outlaw life for his family, now he knows being two things at once, a criminal and a good father, doesn't work

tries to watch his language around the kid, and succeeds most of the time

the most protective dad ever, like he'd fr team up with the kid against you even if you're trying to scold the kid for something she/he did

when i say protective i mean it – if the kid coughs he's rushing her/him to the nearest doctor

he sucks at fishing, but he would take the kid fishing if she/he likes it

if the kid wants a dog, arthur is getting a dog for her/him immediately

would let the kid doodle in his journal

bedtime stories for the kid that are literally about the gang's past, excluding the darker parts of the story

Javier Escuella

writes his own lullabies for the kid

encourages any form of creativity like playing an instrument, singing, dancing

his kid would be the best dressed kid around, he's always getting the prettiest clothes for her/him and teaching about the importance of a clean appearance

but the kid would think it's extremely funny to run from him whenever he's trying to get them to wear a new shiny pair of boots, they just love to rebel against him

tries to watch his language around the kid, nearly failing often like "mierrrr–coles"

the kid would think spanish is harder than english, so whenever javier tried to teach her/him his language, the kid would get frustrated at some point and just scream gibberish

then javier would pick random days where he speaks only spanish to the kid. she/he might be reluctant to answer in spanish, but she/he understands the language well. however, javier will NOT reply until the kid speaks spanish

Charles Smith

teaching the kid about how important it is to respect the nature and the land

would make any toy the kid asks for by hand

i think that's obvious, but he would take the kid hunting when they're old enough

teaching the kid to take care of injured animals, that's how a rabbit ended up living in the house ("temporarily" at first)

would be so happy to let the kid braid his hair or put flowers in it, or if the kid made a flowercrown for him

most calm dad ever, he never gets angry at his kid. he doesn't even need to yell, one look is enough for the kid to stop whatever nonsense they're doing

doesn't panic as long as the kid isn't in a lot of pain. like maybe the kid will fall or get a scrape or a little cut, and charles would be just like "you're fine, walk it off" but he'd say it gently

good at playing hide and seek, many times the kid would just give up searching for him or throw a tantrum because charles found her/him so quick

Sean MacGuire

terrible influence, you couldn't have picked a worse father for your kids

doesn't bother to watch his language around the kid at all, so even if the kid doesn't pick up his accent, they would swear in sean's irish accent

allows his kid to stay up late, eat sweets instead of a normal meal, encourages mischevious behavior

would teach the kid to gamble

his kid is literally his partner in crime, sean would teach her/him how to silently steal from people's pockets or how to pick a lock

getting a mannequin, putting a jacket with many pockets on it, wrapping it in things that make noise like little bells on a string, and telling the kid to pickpocket it without making any noise

the kind of dad that will purposely do something to embarrass his kid in public, but would also brag about his kid

would offer a sip of beer to his kid a few times because "that's not even real alcohol!" but you quickly smack the idea out of his head

neither sean nor his kid are allowed around matches after a small incident that involved matches and hay

Lenny Summers

would make sure his kid is well-spoken and understands the importance of education

takes the kid for trips to a nearby bookstore

at first the kid didn't like reading much, feeling like lenny pressures them too much into it, but eventually they started enjoying books

would raise the kindest, gentlest, most obedient kid ever, the kind of kid that never talks back to the parents

yet still he'd also teach the kid to stand up for themselves when someone would try to push them around

IF the kid did something wrong, lenny would pull up with "I'm not mad, I'm disappointed"

would never fall into the loop of "why" questions, because his answers would be so long and detailed the kid would just give up

[spinchip]

It was all there, in plain sight

Summary: Zane wants something she can't have.

She notices the pit in her chest only after she’s left Birchwood forest behind. It opens up where her heart would be, a black pit of longing she mistakes only slightly for loneliness and loss. There was someone she loved, once there and now gone. There was a life she had that was hidden from her, so the pit gnawed at her until she grew numb to the ache. It made sense, of course. What little she had left- her name, her face, the white sweater and white pants and cold hands- wasn’t enough to pad out the spaces her amnesia left behind. She looked for the rest of her heart in everything, searching for identity in cold still waters ponds and sunsets and the term elemental master the elderly man gave her when he asked her if she was prepared to face her destiny.

“I’m Jay.” The red haired boy greets her with a wave when she drops her meager belongings on the floor next to her bunk bed.

“Cole.” The other boy introduces himself with a crooked smile, “Yo.” He throws a peace sign up from where he’s laying in his own bed, sketch pad propped up on his lap.

“Hello.” She says formally, clasping her hands in front of her, “My name is Zane.” She refrains from adding I think to the end of her name, “It is nice to make your acquaintance.”

The chasm in her chest is a bearable pain, something that only itches at her in the gaps between training when the monastery is quiet and the two boys are preoccupied. She tries to find things to fill her life with- cooking, mostly. There are a handful of half-finished hobbies she’d tried and failed to integrate into her interests. Granny-square knitting scraps in a box under her bed, sewing needles and threads only pulled out to mend a tear in hers or the others robes after her first project has bored her, and a journal she’d abandoned when the pages she wrote were too empty for her to stomach.

Once, she tried drawing with Cole.

He doodles a drawing of her and shows it off with a grin- the boy in the picture seems so foreign to her that she almost asks Cole to throw it away. A sharp angled jaw, thick brow ridge and broad shoulders. Deep set eyes and hollow cheeks that only seem to accentuate the width of her face. Every part of her is rough and harsh. Handsome, but that doesn’t feel like a compliment when Cole or Jay says it to her. She thanks Cole and draws a picture of him in return- crude, not as skilled, but Cole appreciates it anyway.

Kai brings something with him that makes the cavern in her chest bleed- Nya. Nya, who has soft features and gentle hands. Beautiful, Jay sighs dreamily, and Zane wants that. She wants to be beautiful the way Nya is beautiful, the way the models on magazine covers and actresses in movies are. The pit in her chest has a razor edge now, and each time she compares herself to Nya and finds herself wanting she cuts open her heart on the sides. She tries her hand at makeup once, a few products Nya left in the bathroom that she plays with once day- her attempts are like that drawing she did of Cole. Crude, unskilled, clownish. So she washes her face and goes back to training and wants something she can’t have.

And she knows she can’t have it, because the one time she’d grazed her fingers over the femininity she desired she’d been laughed out of the room. A pink apron, so small and simple- a taste of a life she wanted so, so badly.

But she was a boy, and boys didn’t do things like wear pink aprons.

When she finds out she's a robot, the ache eases. It should go away- she knows who she is, she remembers her father, there’s not this big looming mystery clinging to the nape of her neck anymore. Her shoulders aren’t weighed down by a grief she wasn’t able to remember- sure, knowing brought with it a new pain, but there wasn’t any question to who she is. Zane, son of Dr. Julien. Robot. Hero. She could accept that. She could find peace with her past now- and yet the emptiness persists. Not so harsh, not at first- but over time, the chasm spreads until it feels like her whole body is an empty husky she inhabited.

“Father, if I wanted you to make a change in me, would you?” she asks her father after she finds him again, so close to putting into words a desire she was afraid to recognize.

“But Zane, you're perfect. I could never make you any better than you already are.” He smiles, reaches out to place his hand on her elbow with a squeeze, and she loses her nerve. Redirects the conversation to another persistent issue she had wanted to address as well, and doesn’t bring up the way her body doesn’t feel like it fits her anymore.

Maybe it never had- but then the world is ending, and there’s no time to think about that anymore.

And then a year later, the world is ending again and she pays all she has to prevent it.

She meets another android right before she gives up her life to save the world, and Pixal is everything Zane wants to be. She is beautiful, and she can convince herself it might be love when the pit her body is made of floods with a longing so deep her soul aches with it. She wants to ask her what it’s like- to be a girl.

Is it as wonderful as it looks? Is it as fulfilling as she imagines it would be?

She’s dead before she can form the words.

When she rebuilds her body in the blackness of Borg towers basements, she curves her jaw. She softens the harsh lines her father had sculpted her with, blending out solid planes into gentle features that hinted femininity. Not too much, careful to make it so slight that her friends won't look twice. Just enough to slake the hunger in her chest. Just barely enough to stifle her longing.

She touches her body the same way, adds weight to her hips and thins her waist to give the slightest impression of an hourglass figure. She considers her chest and again she wants what she can't have. She sends the blueprints to the machine before her heart breaks over a life that's not hers and she steps out of the machine in a body that's never going to be quite right.

But she's alive again, and there’s work to be done.

In the darkness of that cell in Chen's dungeon, she experiences heartbreak all over again when her memories flood back and she's reminded that she is a boy. In the spaces between memory, she knows what she isn’t. Memory brings reminder. There’s no escaping the words written down in her code. She can leave the island behind but she’s not free, not really.

Tox and Chamille and Nya and Skylor all cluster together and she wants so badly her core seems to wither with the force of it.

Pixal asks, “Is everything alright?” Because her fans stutter with physical pain at the cruelty of it all.

And she’s never been more grateful that Pixal’s abilities in her head are limited- she can’t read her mind, can’t look into her memories and see the longing living in her every breath. “I am fine.” She says, because there is no other option.

In a set of memories that are not hers to keep, she stares as a villain across a chessboard who says “Then I take it you do not want to make a wish…”

And he smiles at her like he knows. Like he can look right down directly into her heart to see a desire she would never voice, a want so so desperately shoved down and strangled because it simply wasn’t allowed. He’s giving her a golden ticket, a smoking gun to fix everything that’s ever been wrong with her life- it would be a simple, easy wish. Something that rewrote history to suit her needs.

I wish I was a girl, and that I always have been.

But she had a plan, and there was no room for this wish in the precious three she had to use.

She’s always been good at compartmentalizing. She could put her emotions away- this was harder, more insidious, but with time and effort she could make the ache a blanketing numbness instead. She fought just the same, cooked like always, and was for all intents and purposes normal- the disconnect she felt with her body was put away, and it didn't affect her duties as a ninja. That was paramount. Of course, it didn’t matter in the end- they lost. the Destiny's Bounty was crushed and it was pure luck that they had the mind to remember Mystakes tea with enough time to use it. Ninjago fell and they were trapped worlds away with no way back in sight.

Things were starting to look up now, though. The Iron baron was on their tail, but with Faith on their side they had put considerable distance between them. For the first time in a long while, things didn’t seem so bleak.

Faith had approached her while she was readying lunch, helping her prepare the meager supplies they had into a decent meal.

“I apologize,” She began quietly, breaking the lull of silence between them, “For mistaking you for a man.” she’s not sure why she brings it up, just that it feels important to say.

Faith's lips curl up ever so slightly, “Thank you.” There’s another pause, “...You didn’t.”

She glances at Faith, confused.

Faith clarifies, “You never used him in reference to me.” She sets the bowl down and studies her, searching for something. She doesn’t know what to say, so she stirs the pot of noodles while Faith comes to a realization. her mouth forms a perfect o before she schools her expression, looking away. “...I wasn’t always a woman.” She sets the words out gently between them.

She drops the spoon and has to clamber to pick it back up, “You were not?” She asks, looking over at the huntress with wide eyes.

“It is a bit of an oversimplification.” Faith admits, “But no. I was born a boy, and I realized I was a woman later in life.”

“Oh. I have… never heard of that before.” She finds herself whispering, the information overwhelming and too big to deal with in the hot desert sun so far from home. It feels like something slots into place- a reality worth pursuing suddenly just over the horizon. No more longing, no more ache-

“I apologize too.” Faith says softly, eyes sparkling with a new kind of warmth, “I didn’t know we were… family.”

She’s always been one to take someone's words at face value, but she understands Faith's words for what they are the moment they leave her mouth. We’re the same. I see you.

Her throat feels too thick to respond so she just finishes lunch and calls the other over to eat, leaving the conversation to repeat in her head over and over again.

After everything, on a day where the team is sprawled out in the living room trying to unwind after twelve hours of rebuilding work in downtown Ninjago, she blurts it out. While clearing rubble or carrying around building materials she’d been running a search program in the back of her head- pinging more and more resources that give the emptiness and desire inside her a name. She found others who felt the same, reading through post after post of personal stories that all voiced her own private thoughts openly and honestly.

Suddenly the world is alight with poetry and videos and potential, boundless possibility to remake who she pretends to me into who she is. The other women on the internet link hands with her and offer her a community she has been deprived of- and her life is her own. Transgender and transcendent and trans joy.

“I’m a girl.” She announces into the room, because now that she knows all there is to know- now that she knows it's allowed she won’t live another second in this identity that crushes her chest and chokes her spirit.

It’s the first time she’s ever said it.

As her friends surround her, she's met with unconditional support and a life worth living spread out in front of her feet.

[tragedycoded]

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[alilgayavocado]

Seasonal depression is tough, so here's a sketch I did to help myself out! Ft. a revised (and very different) version of the Serpentine sweater from the previous doodle page

I'm honestly incredibly proud of how I drew Cole here, I have a lot of hours and a some very talented friends to thank for my progress on bodies and head/nose shapes over the past few years

[circus4apsycho8]

hear me out.

movie!cole x reader

reader has always kinda liked him and then one day gets stuck while escaping from a garmadon attack, cole (as the earth ninja) comes to help her but accidentally has his identify revealed by garmadon’s workers(??)

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 :) 𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢! 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, ��𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

unmasked. | movie!cole x reader

Sunshine spills over your desk as you gaze out of the window, eyes scanning the horizon splayed beyond the smudged glass as your mind ventures through all of the activities you’d be doing if you weren’t in school at the moment. 

The room is quiet, save for the muffled music emanating from someone’s headphones as the class finishes the daily journaling prompt. Your eyes quickly glance down towards your finished entry, no other words coming to mind. Instead of adding more, you elect to add a few doodles to the side of your paper. 

About a minute passes before the teacher stands, a stack of papers in her hands. “Alright, everyone! Journaling time’s over. Today, we’re going to be preparing for our first Socratic Seminar. So, please partner up! No one is allowed to work alone!” 

You sigh softly upon hearing this, watching as your classmates partner with each other. Stars, you hate this aspect of school. You probably won’t even need a partner for this! 

The chatter kicks up a notch as people start looking for partners before clearing into their respective seats. You remain at your desk, deciding just to take whoever is leftover.  

A few moments later, you spot another student apparently hating this as much as you are. Sitting diagonally from you and now facing your direction is none other than Cole Brookstone himself. His combination of long, black hair pulled into an adorably messy bun along with his spearmint-tinted eyes makes your heart skip a beat - doubly so when you realize he’s looking at you, headphones dropped around his neck. The fact that he’s wearing a muscle tank that sets those gorgeous-toned arms on display does not help. 

It’s then that you’re snapped out of your trance, heart racing even more when he nods toward you, one of his eyebrows raised. 

You get the message, briefly nodding at him with a soft smile. 

While he grabs his supplies, you take a moment to put away your journal, now replaced by your school laptop. You subtly take a deep breath, part of you in disbelief that you’re going to be partnering with your crush of several months for this assignment. 

Cole settles in beside you, dropping his belongings on the desk before relaxing into the chair.  

After he does, the teacher glances around before nodding. “Great. Okay, your assignment is to read the next three chapters of our current novella, then prepare for next week’s Socratic Seminar using quotes and notes from the chapters. I’m handing out your seminar preparation packets now - remember to read the overview! I’ll be going more in depth about the actual seminar the day of. These are going to be due on Wednesday.” 

“I hate Socratic Seminars,” Cole mutters, pausing the music on his headphones. 

“Me too,” you agree as the teacher hands you two packets, one of which you hand to Cole. You try to ignore the tingling the ignites as your fingers brush together. 

“At least it’s only three chapters. With how short they are, it won’t take long to read. I can probably finish them both up tonight.” 

“Yeah, same. I’ll make a Google Doc so we can share notes as we read,” you respond, opening your school laptop. “Does that work?” 

Cole nods, doing the same. “At least it’s only three chapters. With how short they are, I can probably finish them all tonight.” 

“I will too, then,” you note, creating a new document before spinning your laptop around so that he can add his school email. 

“In that case, would you just want to meet up after school tomorrow so we can just knock the packet out before the weekend?”’ he suggests, sliding the computer back to you. 

The proposition catches you slightly off guard, although you can’t help but acknowledge that blooming elation in your chest. 

You nod. “Yeah, let’s do that.” 

“How does the cafe right next to the school sound?” 

“That works,” you say. “I’ll meet you there, then?” 

… 

“It’s a date!” your friend shrieks over the phone. 

You roll your eyes, tossing the novella atop your nightstand. “It is not a date! I’ve told you like eight times already!” 

“Someone’s in denial! Okay, okay, fine. How about we go over the facts, hm?” 

“Oh, come on! What facts? I think you’re just making a big deal out of nothing,” you add, finishing up your nightly routine. 

“Nothing? Yeah, right. So, tell me - if it really is nothing, then why aren’t the two of you just working on it remotely via the Google Doc? That’s what everyone else is doing! You don’t have to meet in person to get this done!” 

“That doesn’t mean anything,” you interject with a shake of your head. “We just want to get it done before the weekend starts.” 

“You’re unbelievable,” mutters your friend. “But that’s fine, because you don’t have to believe it. This could be your chance!” 

You contemplate what your friend is saying for a moment before deciding to play the dumb card again. “Chance for what? It’s just homework. It’s not that deep.” 

“You’re always making goo-goo eyes at him, and I’ve noticed him looking at you too, you know. I think you guys have some good chemistry.” 

“I don’t know,” you mumble, nervousness creeping throughout your chest as you shift the grip on your phone slightly. “I…I guess I’ll just see how it goes, then.” 

“There, there we go!” cheers the voice on the other end. “Just tell me how it goes, okay?!” 

“Fine, I will!” 

“Good. Now finish reading that stupid book so you’ll be prepared. Text me, okay?” 

“I will. Thanks.” 

With a few more closing words, the two of you hang up for the night before you get started on reading the required chapters. 

… 

You don’t think you’ve ever been this nervous before. 

With each passing class, the ball of nerves embedded within your belly grows, eventually manifesting into a racing heart and sweaty palms. You swallow as the last bell of the day rings, grabbing your bag before heading out. 

As you exit the school, you find that your friend has texted you: 

good luck!! :)  

After shooting a quick reply, you make your way through the crowded sidewalk for few minutes. Once you get past the school, you will yourself to take a moment to simply breathe. 

As you inhale deeply, you tilt your head slightly up to the sun, its warm rays enveloping your skin. The air is crisp and fresh, unlike the stale atmosphere lacing your school. Finally, you’re able to calm down a bit as you approach the café, quick to enter. 

The first sound to greet you is the soft, café playlist sounding from the speakers in the ceiling, the song slightly masked by the quiet chatter of patrons. From behind the counter emanates the tearing noise of milk being steamed as baristas busy themselves with their work. 

You glance around, finding that the café isn’t as busy as you’d thought it would be. Seated in one of the booths is Cole, eyes focused on a book situated on the table. It seems different than the assigned book. He’s dressed in dark jeans and a graphic tee depicting a band that you haven’t heard of. 

You approach him, setting your backpack on the opposite side of the side. “Hey.” 

Cole glances up at you as you do so, a dimpled smile forming on his lips. “Hey.” 

“Just give me a minute to order,” you say, returning his grin as you turn towards the counter. Thankfully, there’s no line, so you’re able to place your order and pay quickly. 

Once you have your order, you sit down across from Cole before pulling your needed supplies out. 

“So...” Cole starts, pushing his current read aside and sliding his note packet out. “Quanish the Elder. Quite the character, don’t you think?” 

You chuckle lightly, sipping on your drink as you nod in agreement. “Definitely. But his stories have some merit. After all, rumor has it that he can see the future.” 

Cole shrugs. “My...grandfather always told me that he was an idiot. I guess he had his moments, though.” 

You nod, plucking the seminar prep sheet up in order to read over the questions. “Okay...so, we have to figure out what stance we’re going to take on the message he was trying to embed, right?” 

“Yeah, sounds about right. So...what do you think he was trying to say?” 

“That people are unpredictable. And sometimes stupid,” you summarize, surprising yourself at how simple the theme is. “And that’s unavoidable no matter where you go.” 

“Ironic, coming from him,” Cole mumbles, shrugging. “Yeah, that’s what I gathered too.” 

“Cool, so we I guess we can go ahead and look for quotes and examples that back our theory,” you mumble, pulling your book out. 

Cole nods in agreement as he sips his drink again. “Sounds good.” 

With that, the two of you scour the chapters for quotes. During your reading, you can’t help but sneak a few glances over at Cole. 

He’s so cute when he reads, you think, smiling softly as your eyes flick back towards the page. Your brain happily reimagines the memory of his pretty eyes scanning over the page, the way his fingers would flip the page, the callouses present on his knuckles...and not to mention his muscles. 

It takes you a minute to process that, despite reading almost an entire page, you hadn’t digested any of the words. You sigh softly, starting over again. Okay, focus! 

Thankfully, you’re able to redirect your attention to the task at hand as opposed to the handsome man sitting right across from you. Soon enough, you’re both able to finish filling out your homework for the weekend. 

“I’m so glad that’s done,” you note, shoving the papers back where they belong. “I was dreading that.” 

“Yeah, I’m relieved that we finished before the weekend,” he responds, also putting his belongings away. “Thanks, by the way. For meeting me here.” 

“Yeah, I um...I enjoyed it,” you admit softly, not sure of what else to say. An idea occurs to you when you notice his other book slipped against the wall. “Oh, what are you reading now, by the way?” 

To your delight, Cole starts telling you about the book he’s reading. And from there, the two of you end up discussing other books for a little while. 

You didn’t think he would be so well-versed in Ninjago’s literature, but he proved you wrong. Proof that you should never judge a book by its cover – especially if that cover sports muscles, graphic band t-shirts and a manbun.  

Sure enough, the two of you were there for far longer than you’d anticipated – not that you minded, though. He was fun to talk to. 

You’re about to ask him something else when his phone starts ringing. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles, fumbling for his device as he shoots an apologetic glance towards you. “I need to get this.” 

You dismiss his worries with a wave of your hand. “Not a problem. I should stretch my legs for a second anyway.” 

So, you stand, deciding to browse some of the merchandise situated at the other side of the café while you wait for him to finish. 

Once he does, you make your way back over, noticing that he’s packing all of his belongings up. 

“Hey, sorry. I have to go,” he admits, snatching his book. “But...maybe we could do this again sometime? Maybe same day and time next week?” 

“I’d like that,” you reply, smiling softly as you grab your stuff, making sure all of the trash has been cleaned up. 

“Dope,” he mumbles quietly, nervously grinning. “So, I’ll see you then?” 

“You sure will,” you say, the two of you exiting the café together. 

With that, you both bid each other goodbye before heading home for the evening. When you get home, you immediately text your friend to concede defeat: 

I think you were right. We’re meeting up again next week. 

… 

The weekend, as per usual, passes in a haze much to your dismay. You hadn’t slept well, either, which normally wouldn’t be a huge issue except for one, little detail: 

You fell asleep before setting your alarm on Sunday night. 

It didn’t take you long to realize you weren’t going to make it, even going as far as not to rush your morning routine. Now, you’re walking on the sidewalk towards the school, checking the time on your phone. Yeah, there’s no way you’re going to arrive in time. Might as well grab a cup of coffee since you can’t be late twice, right? 

Decision made, you slow your pace and decide to simply enjoy the fresh air while you still can. You weren’t really looking forward to first period anyway, so why not live a little? 

The atmosphere of Ninjago City seems to be extra busy today, with citizens much like yourself bustling about. You arrive at the café in a few minutes, immediately joining the line. 

After you order, you wait for the baristas to make your drink, idly watching one of the televisions hitched up in the corner of the store. It’s stationed to one of the local news channels, the hosts of which are currently discussing local news. 

You lose interest after a few moments, electing to scroll through your phone again. 

A few seconds later, the barista calls out your name and hands you your drink. After thanking her, you take a sip and go to have a seat at one of the tables. 

About ten minutes pass as you scroll through your phone while enjoying your beverage. At some point, though, you start hearing more and more concerned murmuring among the crowd. 

You lift your head up, noticing quite a few people leaving the store. Narrowing your eyes, you shift your stare towards the TV again. 

“This just in – our scouts have spotted Garmadon and his forces approaching Ninjago City again! You know the drill – take cover wherever you can until the Secret Ninja Force can repel his assault!” 

Oh, fucking dandy. Another Garmadon attack. You stand with a groan, watching as the camera footage shifts to a shot of Garmadon’s giant shark mech breaching the coast. Again. Fantastic, that’s not too far from where you’re at, which means you probably won’t be able to make it back home in time. That means your best shot is figuring out where the nearest public shelter is. 

You shift your attention towards the street, noticing that people are already starting to panic. 

After making your way out of the shop, you realize that your time is shorter than you initially thought. You can already feel the vibrations of the mech’s footsteps within the ground, and people are starting to panic even more. 

You feel your heartbeat increase as someone yells out from the street behind you. Upon turning, you feel the beginnings of an adrenaline rush as an all-too-familiar group of Garmadon goons flood the streets. 

As your breathing speeds up, you make a split-second decision to cut through an alley between two buildings – a route that you know will lead you to a back road that fewer people know about. You jog towards it, cautiously making your way through. 

Thankfully, it’s clear, leading you to the road. You continue following it, making sure to keep your head on a swivel. 

It’s eerily quiet, save for the small vibrations. In the distance, you can hear people yelling. You pass a few people on the way, but not too many. 

You manage to make it within a few minutes of home – from here, it’s just a walk past a skyscraper, then a few turns and you’re there. 

Your gaze shifts up to the skyscraper you need to walk by, and for some reason, a horrid feeling courses through your stomach. You stop in your tracks, hairs standing on end as you glance around. 

Your home...it’s not far, and yet... 

Your unease pays off, because seconds later, a deafening shattering noise sends you scrambling for cover. Something crashes through the skyscraper you would have been standing in front of had you not stopped when you did. You run back towards a nearby alley, trying to get away from the action. 

As you turn, however, you find that a few of Garmadon’s soldiers are blocking your path, along with a few smaller mechs controlled by some of the higher-level goons. 

You turn back around, spotting the mech you saw on TV emerge from the debris of the skyscraper, your eyes widen as you notice the remains of the building swaying unsteadily for a moment before toppling over – right in your direction. 

A scream becomes stuck in your throat as you try to run from the falling debris, but before you can, a pair of hands roughly pushes you backwards. You yell out, falling onto the pavement. 

The breath is knocked out of your lungs, leaving you gasping. Your mind is spinning, part of you trying to get your ass in gear while the other part of you is trying to suck a breath in. With both warring thoughts in your mind, combined with the sight of the falling debris... 

...you freeze. 

Breath hitched in your lungs, you can only watch as the debris tumbles down towards you. 

You close your eyes, waiting for an impact as tears prick the corners of your eyes. 

But...it doesn’t come. 

After slowly opening your eyes, you realize that something else is towering over you. Your breath finally returns, allowing you to sit up. 

Above you is another mech – this one familiar. You recognize it as one of the mechs used by the Secret Ninja Force. Relief courses through you as the mech hovers over you, blocking the debris with its fists. It’s the Black Ninja’s mech. 

Three other mechs appear – the Red Ninja leaps into action by driving back Garmadon’s mech using its momentum and surprise. Second to appear is the Green Ninja’s mechanical dragon, aiding Red in his assault against Garmadon. Finally, the Gray Ninja’s water strider leaps out of a nearby river, one of its legs sweeping out against the row of smaller mechs, effectively sending them flying backwards. 

With that, she leaps back in the water, the mech swimming away. Green and Red manage to drive Garmadon’s mech out of sight, while Black’s mech seemingly spots the various enemies around you. 

You decide it’s best to get away from the giant robot that’s about to start fighting, so you scramble out of its way, eyes scanning the area for cover. To your dismay, more of Garmadon’s troops have arrived, and have surrounded you. 

“Fuck,” you curse, wondering what the best course of action could be. There’s no cover for you to take, so your best hope of not getting squished like a bug is to hope that Black sees you. 

“General, do it now!” an enemy shouts. You notice one of them holding some strange device – a gun, maybe? A big one, if it is. They aim it towards Black’s mech, and in a matter of seconds, it launches a blue ball of energy towards the mech. You gasp as blue waves pulse across its structure before sending it crashing to the ground. 

Was that an electromagnetic pulse?! you wonder, eyes widening as the mech fails to get up. 

Then, a pair of arms jerks you backwards by the shoulder, another arm coming in front of you. You struggle, screaming out as something sharp is pressed against your neck. 

“Easy, beautiful,” a scratchy voice taunts. “No use struggling unless you want your throat slit.” 

"Let me go!” you demand as the grip on you grows tighter. Fingers dig into your skin, the blade now poking into your neck. 

“That’s up to our little ninja friend,” he responds. You watch as a figure emerges from the cockpit, heart racing. 

“I’d like to see what he’s capable of without his big robot,” another soldier taunts as Black slowly makes his way towards you. You try not to let your fear show, but you can tell it’s not working. His eyes glance at you, studying you for a moment. 

“Let her go,” he states calmly, raising his hands. 

“Nope,” replies the man holding you. “We want something. If we strike a deal, maybe then we can think about releasing her.” 

“Okay,” Black assures, stepping forward slowly. “Let’s talk.” 

“That’s more like it. Okay, here’s what we want. We want you,” he states simply. 

“You want to capture me?” Black clarifies. 

“Yes. You’re going to be good leverage to use against Green. Not to mention that when Garmadon finds out that we captured a ninja, we’ll get a promotion for sure!” 

“What do you mean by leverage?” asks Black. You get the feeling that whoever’s holding you hostage isn’t the brightest, and that Black is just scrounging for time however he can. He must have some kind of plan. 

“Isn’t it obvious? To get your damned team to back down and surrender control to Garmadon!” 

Black doesn’t answer for a moment, seemingly going over his options. You notice that his eyes keep flicking towards a direction behind you ever so often, but the enemy doesn’t seem to realize this. He must be waiting for backup. 

“So, what’ll it be?” 

“I’ll come willingly. Just...let her go.” 

“Come over here.” 

Another goon steps forward, holding out a pair of handcuffs. You bite your lip as Black takes a few steps forward, heart pounding. 

Then, you hear something: the guy behind you grunts, dropping his knife arm. A split second is all it takes for you to realize that this is your chance. You immediately run forward, making your way behind Black before turning around to face your attacker. 

You see a bunch of men...convulsing, maybe? But not all of them – a portion of them are watching their fallen allies in shock. You’re stuck wondering what happened until a blue aircraft zips overhead. 

“Thanks, Blue,” Black mutters before turning to you. “Hey, you need to go.” 

You don’t reply, watching as he goes to defend against a few goons who have recovered enough to rush him. 

For some reason, you’re rooted in place. You know you’re free, and that you can run, but...something prompts you to stay. 

Black seems to be holding his own despite the fact that he’s outnumbered. However, the situation changes when someone manages to trip him up, another goon taking advantage of the opening by tackling Black. 

They’re quick to pin his limbs down, with another man circling the restrained ninja with a dark chuckle. “You were a fool to think you could take us on all by yourself!” 

Black doesn’t reply – just keeps his cool. 

“How about we take a look at who we’re really dealing with, hm?” the villain taunts. “Take his mask off!” 

Oh, stars. You have to do something! 

You glance around, realizing that this could be your only opportunity since they’re preoccupied with Black’s true identity. Thankfully, the debris around you provides plenty of impromptu weapons – one of which is a chunk of concrete that seems heavy enough to do some damage, but light enough for you to throw. Perfect. 

You grab it, hoisting it up before aiming it at one of the men holding Black’s arms down. With a grunt, you throw it as hard as you can. 

The concrete sails through the area before smacking the intended man in the shoulder, effectively causing him to let go of Black’s arm. It's not much, but it’s enough for Black to strike the man holding his other arm. 

“You fucking bitch!” the injured man yells, gripping his injured shoulder. “Get her!” 

Thankfully, though, Black manages to take the rest of the men out. You sigh in relief, realizing that you’re starting to crash from that lovely adrenaline rush. 

“Are you okay?” you ask, shifting your gaze to Black. 

And you pause, eyes widening as you remember that he’s unmasked. 

But...you know this face. 

“Cole?” you wonder. “You’re the...?” 

“Um...yeah. Yeah, I am,” he mumbles, smiling smally as he bends over to pick his mask up. “Guess my cover’s blown, huh?” 

You’re not really sure what to say, so you avert your gaze as he pulls the article over his head. With your thoughts racing, you have a hard time making sense of all that’s happened. 

Cole...so it’s been him all along. And his other friends...the numbers and personalities certainly match up. They must make up the rest of the Secret Ninja Force. 

He studies you for a moment, walking up to you slowly. “You’re not hurt, are you?” 

“N-No, I’m fine,” you reply. “Um...for what it’s worth, I won’t tell anyone.” 

“I’m sorry about all this,” he says, pausing. “You should find shelter. I know that the public ones are probably locked by now, but there might something else nearby.” 

“My home isn’t far. I’ll just head there,” you note. 

“I’ll come with you. The main streets are crawling with Garmadon’s army, and my mech isn’t much use now anyway,” he replies. “Lead the way.” 

“Thank you,” you mumble, starting to walk towards your home. 

With that, the two of you quietly make your way through the city, most of the goons having made their way to other points of the city by now. This part of the city has gone eerily quiet, leaving you and Cole to trek through the streets in a strange silence. 

“Are you doing okay?” Cole wonders. “I’m sorry that he...” 

“It’s not your fault,” you assure, smiling sadly. “And...I’m just a little shaken, I think, but I'll survive.” 

“...And you’re taking the news of my identity better than I thought, too,” he admits. 

“I mean...I can’t really complain, can I? You saved me. Yeah, it’s...kind of weird to think that you’re actually a ninja, but...it’s not as surprising as I initially thought. Maybe because I might have hit my head. Or because I’m in shock, or...something. I don’t know.” 

He nods in agreement. “Yeah, and I guess I owe you thanks too.” 

“Why?” 

“For stepping in when you did,” he adds. “I don’t think I would have been able to escape them if you hadn’t given me an opening.” 

You smirk, turning to glance at him. “Even ninjas need saving sometimes too, huh?” 

“Unfortunately, yes.” 

That makes you giggle as the two of you finally approach your home, with you turning towards Cole. 

“Thank you again,” you mumble, smiling at him. 

“Not a problem,” Cole answers. “Are we still on for next week, by the way?” 

“We sure are,” you add, stepping closer to him.  

You can feel him freeze slightly, especially when your hands come up to lift his mask slightly. A wave of confidence slips over you as you press a soft kiss to his cheek, stepping away after you pull it back down. 

“Thank you again, Cole.”

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍! 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 ��𝚔𝚊𝚢. 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗; 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘!

[boosmidnighthour]

Merry Christmas! I'm late... Happy New Year's Eve! Have a Christmas one-shot!

Title: White Christmas Rating: General Audience Pairings: Cole/Zane/Geo, Cole/Geo, Cole/Zane, Cole/Geo, Zane and Geo

AO3 FFN

Almost forgot: there are minor spoilers for season 2 part 2 of Dragons Rising, mostly alluding to the finale.

Sneak peak underneath!

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Zane considered himself a kind person.

Rarely did he find himself upset or angry. A little stubborn and impatient, sure, but that was just human. If there was a mess someone else “forgot” to pick up, he would wordlessly clean it up for them. If someone backhandedly complimented him, or accidentally insulted him, he wouldn't say anything. Hell- there was even less of a chance that he'd actually spit back if someone was openly rude to him. He was no doormat, just quiet.

So - at first - he didn't understand why he felt the way he did whenever Cole and Geo were together. Especially if they were being overly affectionate with one another.

Cole and Geo gazing at one another with near heart eyes? A burning sensation in his chest. Cole and Geo holding hands? His metaphorical heart would drop into his metaphorical stomach. Cole and Geo kissing? He felt nauseous.

Of course, he had figured out he had had romantic feelings for Cole a long time ago. Who wouldn’t? He was strong, ambitious - if a little lazy at times, caring - especially towards children, sweet… He always seemed to understand how Zane was feeling and what to say to attempt making him feel better. 

But he had put those feelings to bed years ago, sometime around when everyone thought he liked Vania. He hadn't felt any of these feelings when he thought they were together. Nothing burned or ached when he had seen them being somewhat affectionate.

So, yeah… he had realized his feelings for Cole had maybe not been as put to rest as he thought they had… If anything, they seemed to be far stronger now. Even if he had been sleeping for five years, it still had felt like so long since he had seen Cole, and the immense relief and happiness he had felt when he got back was… well, there was no word strong enough to describe it.

Zane didn't know why he felt anything less than happy for him when he told him about Geo, about how much he… loved Geo.

Geo was nice. He was quiet at first, but had started to become as rambunctious as Cole. He was stubborn, based on how hard he tended to fight for his and Cole's family, being beside his partner every step of the way. He was supportive in that aspect, too. He clearly cared about Cole and his well-being, and had a good read on him. He and Cole had a shared interest in art, his interest being sculpting and land art while Cole focused on drawing and doodling. The two also seemed to share being physically affectionate with the ones they loved.

It was all a little heartbreaking, to know that the one he liked would never feel the same. He had silently shed tears a few times over the week he was told, during the night when no one would find out. But he should be over it by now. He rarely lingered on feelings for long, finding that it made working diligently far more difficult.

But the feelings just wouldn't leave.

Why should he feel jealous? He hadn't allowed Cole to know about these feelings, too scared to find out what would happen after, no matter how ridiculous every conclusion he came to felt. He should feel happy that Cole had found someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with- he was one of his best friends!

The inner turmoil Zane felt was beginning to make his metaphorical skin itch. He felt close to bursting, and not in a good way. He had to take more breaks than he normally would have, and people were starting to notice, namely Nya. He didn't need to pile his problems onto hers; the poor woman was still trying to figure out how to get Jay back. And Zane was too focused on his own emotions to help her come up with anything.

How selfish could he be?

Zane needed to get over this. He had to help his friends and students with their problems and forget about his own. He hated how focused he was on himself. Why was this so hard for him to get over?

Yep, that's just the entire first section. Whoa, Vania mention for no reason lmao

I'll be real, I kinda rushed this one, so anything I could've done better was just forgotten, so sorry if it disappoints you. But I do have a WIP I'll be sharing soon of a different Christmas one-shot I was gonna do but got bored of. Stay tuned!

[turcott3]

Complicated?

cole caufield x fem best friend!

masterlist

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cole and i have been best friends as long as i can remember but lately the line between friends and lovers seemed to be blurred. recently, he invited me to move in with him which i can’t say i didn’t see coming considering he was living on his own. the last few days i’ve spent unpacking stuff into my closet and adding my own touch to the apartment, which cole seemed to enjoy because his style wasn’t exactly right for decorating a whole apartment on his own.

“i think i pretty much got everything ready,” i say stepping back with my hands on my hips, staring at the picture collage i had just hung on an empty wall.

“wow that looks great.” he replies stepping up next to me and crossing his arms. every time he’s close this close to me i get nervous. our relationship had become complicated whether either of us wanted to admit it or not. it was a wall full of pictures of us together, with our families, our pets at home. it truly added a homey touch to the place. my eyes were drawn to the picture of cole and his precious dog olive, whom i could tell he misses greatly.

“what if we got a dog?” i ask abruptly.

“what?”

“what if we got a dog? like today? like now? i can tell you miss olive it’s practically radiating off of you.” i say turning to him.

“i mean, we have the space for it.” he says letting his arms down and looking around the kitchen and living room.

“i’ll drive.” i say grabbing my keys off the hook and watching a smile grow on his face. i knew this would make him happy. i grab my purse and he grabs a hat and his wallet as we step out the door into the crisp winter air. as we arrive at the pet store, we wander the aisles picking out the necessities and toys before we went to the shelter to find our perfect match. at check out, he practically shoved me aside to pay for everything.

“cole this was my idea, you should let me pay.” i sigh.

“you’re lucky if i let you spend a dime today y/n.” he replies laughing while the woman reads off the total. that’s one example of our complicated relationship. as of recently, he has let me spend about a total of $15. it was never like this at home or even last year. once we pack everything in the trunk, he snatches the keys from me and jogs around the car to the drivers side.

“cole caufield.” i say still standing behind the trunk.

“y/n just get in the car.” he replies before shutting the door. i sit in the passengers seat as he sits there smiling like a doofus.

“what are you smiling at?”

“nothing.” he replies before starting the car and heading off to the shelter, which was a short drive. we step out of the car and walk in, arms linked.

“hi how can we help you today?” the sweet woman asks.

“we’re looking to adopt a puppy.” cole says proudly.

“perfect! it’ll be down that hall to your right.” the lady points and smiles.

“thank you maam.” i reply as we turn to go down the hallway and enter the mecca of puppies. instantly, a sweet little golden doodle runs and jumps on cole.

“awe hi pretty lady.” he says referring to the pink collar around her neck.

“she loves you.” i say leaning my head on his shoulder.

“i think she made this decision for us.” he replies still scratching her ears. i walk out of the room back to the desk to tell her our decision was made.

“we’d like the little golden doodle puppy with the pink collar.”

“isn’t she the sweetest, i’ll grab the paperwork for you real fast.” she says looking into a drawer. i wave cole over with the puppy in his arms, kissing all over his face. almost as fast as humanly possible, i sign my name all over the paper so we can take her home. the lady smiles at the obvious urgency of the signatures.

“isn’t she so lucky to have wonderful parents like you.” she smiles putting the paper into a file. cole and i look at each other and smile. parents. a striking word.

“thank you, have a wonderful day!” i say taking the puppy from cole as we exit the building.

“so we’re parents now.” cole says turning to me in the car before he turns it on.

“we are parents.” i reply and all he does is smile before pressing the start engine button.

“what about lia?” i ask.

“what? oh like for her name?” he replies.

“yeah, lia.”

“i love it.” he replies reaching over to pet her and then placing his hand on my thigh, rubbing his thumb back and forth gently.

there it is again. complicated.

as we pull back into the parking garage, i put lia on her leash preparing to get out of the car. cole removes his hand from my leg, leaving it cold and bare. i already miss the warmth his body leaves on mine, even at a small touch. we walk back into the apartment.

“stay here with her and i’m gonna go back and get everything else ok?” cole asks me making sure i get settled on the floor with the puppy.

“ok.” i smile back up at him. i can see the warmth in his eyes. i sit and play with the puppy for a while as he gets the crate built beside me. once we have everything unpacked and set up, he starts the fire place and beckons her into his bedroom with him. i giggle at his somehow successful efforts and make myself comfortable on the couch. after about 15-20 minutes i bring it upon myself to go check on them since it had been rather quiet in there. quietly, i push the door the rest of the way open and see her curled up in front of his chest and his eyes lightly shut. the sweetest sight i’ve ever seen. i sneak closer to take a picture to send to my mom before i hear a quiet voice, “come cuddle y/n.”

this is something he’d never asked of me before. i snapped a picture right before he opened his eyes.

“y/n.” he repeats.

“yes cole?” i reply sitting down on the bed.

“cuddle with us?” he finally asks again opening his eyes to look at me. a smile spreads quickly on my face as i reach over stroke my fingers through his soft hair.

“ok.” i smile softly and lay down in front of him. i press my head to his as his arm wraps around my back gently, leaving comfortable space for lia between us. i feel warmth spread through my body just as it had in the car. my feelings for cole are real and undeniable.

“there’s no one else i’d ever get a puppy with.” cole giggles.

“i could easily say the same.” i reply as my face begins to burn red. he presses a short, sweet kiss to my forehead before drifting off to a light sleep with his head against mine.

maybe this isn’t so complicated after all.

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(this is quite literally based on a dream i had last night so hope you like it love you pookies😚)

[nightmun]

Here’s a few doodles I did of a couple fusions from @pokeblog123’s RD fusion AU!

It’s mostly the Cole/Nicole fusion Matcha but there’s a quick doodle of the Ian/Ada fusion Doc for good measure (I linked the posts about them if you’re curious to check them out!)

[herosplatling-replica]

imagine how do you think all the patients would react to the intern, Ada, and Ian getting married?

i thought abt it for aught but a brief 15 seconds and became lightheaded at the thought. related doodle (featuring @emo-hermit's River as usual putting up with jay's antics)

ok but serious answer: ohhhghhghhg my god they would be so delighted i think.

intern in particular would be so excited to tell everyone - and i legitimately think that everyone is just happy to see that they're happy. of course i imagine there's a few tricksters: cole for sure plans on pranking the wedding when it happens, but i have a comic lined up for that later bc ohhhgh my god inny and cole's friendship is everything to me. but yeah ohgh. ouugh. ohhhgh. ohhhhh im lightheaded again i need to lie down but yes im thinking abt it and crying and wailing and screaming from the fluff its generating i need to write polyrhythmcule fluff now GAH !!!!!!!!!!!!! i think nicole especially teases ada and ian for their new engaged status when she finally pieces together the story from inny's frantic signing in excitement

[jinxedyaart]

A little too Similar part 6

A/N Careful of mindless skin picking out of boredom and nerves. Just a little heads up before you start this new chapter!!

Just as he found Cole, the cowboy called out to him. Motioning his arm to the cyborg to come closer. He was sitting down on a couch with a few other people surrounding him. All conversing between themselves. Farreha with Zayra, Hana with brigett and Cole. Or well Cole was but now he could add in genji to the mix

"There ya are. I was wonderin why ya didn't follow me here."

He chuckled as genji grew closer. Genji moved around the room to sit down next to his friend. Dusting off his sweats before getting comfortable on the couch.

"Yes, Leo asked me to show them around once they finished the meeting with winston and angela... They wanted someone more quiet to be with as they toured around the buildings.. I guess.."

His tone wavered a bit, showing he was slightly nervous. Not exactly sure how to take of it. He said yes to be nice but in reality he was a little hesitant. They seemed a little off when they first met and his head blared alarms no matter what they said.

"Maybe they'd like to get to know ya better genji. I mean heh Angela did tell us she specifically chose you for this mission.. Plus they don't seem to be harmful or dangerous if that's what you're fretting about."

The cowboy responded back, taking note of his friend's slight jitters about Leo. Trying to calm his nerves down. Genji looked down at his hands, rubbing his 'sweat' off of it on his sweats. Maybe he was overthinking this. As he took in his friends words, the ninja nodded to him and to himself.

"Their files from what Angela could tell me is similar to my own. Just tweaked differently here and there and minus having a new body from a sense of rebirth.."

He whispered out, remembering the small bits Angela could give him about their life. All she said was to talk to them more and not be afraid to ask..

"Cmon they seem harmless Genji. Like a corn snake. They look dangerous but really aint much. Don't fret it."

Cole spoke out, nudging him slightly with his elbow. The cowboy was trying to ease up his friend but all genji could do was think about it more and just let the conversation drift to something else. Maybe he will ask Leo a bit more about themself if they felt comfortable to chat about it that is.

Meanwhile Leo finished up packing and putting everything away clothes wise, they stashed away their luggage in a corner between their bed and bureau. Carefully placing their sketchbook close to the corner of the bureau closest to their head pillow. In case they have some doodle ideas at night or something of the sort. Shifting around in their room on their knees, scuffing their tights and shoes in the process. Grabbing the closest side of their bed to push themselves on their feet, motioning to the door. Hesitating before even opening the door, wanting to test something out. Or well someone.

"Athena? Right? Um where is genji's.. actually where's Winston at this moment?"

They called out, jutting their head around the room, trying to find where exactly they should speak out to. Trying to find either speakers or even a small disk shaped thing in the room. Jumping out of their skin as she replied, her voice encasing the room.. Mumbling a small 'oh jesus..' as they held their chest, right hand over their heart.

"Genji is currently in the living space, conversing with Cole and a few others about the mission as well as other subjects. Winston is currently with Angela in his office. Would you like for me to call him to assist you Captian?"

She informed back to Leo before ending with a small comment Winston made on his way out. Confirming that she infact did hear everything just outside the door or even the whole building. Making a small mental note to be wary of what exactly they say and to whom..

"Yes, and um after the meeting.. can you ask genji to meet me just shy of the hallway after the meeting is done.. uh please and thank you."

They spun around confused as to where exactly her voice came from. Nevertheless, they paused their personal charades. Just as Athena confirmed, they opened the door to face the hallway. Coming out of their room to lean against the side wall as they awaited their company now empty handed. Turning their right hand back and forth, bending their fingers as they examine their nails to pass the time. Going underneath each nail to clean out any gunk shoved in there. Deeming the action finished once each nail was able to see just the yellow tips of it. Then promptly taking their glasses off their face and clean the lens on them with their sleeve. Gazing up as they heard a mix of feet slapping the floor and heels clicking away next to them.

"I'm assuming you weren't waiting too long for us"

Angela pauses just before getting to close to Leo. Moving the clip board in her hands to her side instead. Putting her full attention to Leo's face with a smile. Winston standing with a welcoming smile on his face as she spoke.

"Dr. Angela!"

They paused to open up their arms, pulling Angela close to their body gently for a hug. Squeezing their torsos closer to the other without meaning to. Pulling away chest first from the doctor to look into her blue eyes. Both arms still placed on the doctors upper forearms in a gentle grip.

"I'm sure you've been reading over my documents for my modifications. Peaking your interest in them?"

They tilted their head as they ended their statement. Their black eyes finding a peaking curiosity in the doctor black pupils. She was curious as can be when it came to something she had no knowledge about. Letting go of her arms fully to give her some space.

"Well of course something like that has me intrigued by it. I've never really dealt with your specific request but I will try my best to learn from it. Maybe later today you can stop by my office and tell me how it was made."

She glowed as she spoke with interest. Ocean eyes shining with a want of information. Both pulling away from the other with a smile. She fixed a lose blond strand of hair, pushing it to her ear with her free hand. Turning her body to the direction she came from.

"First we shall first better inform you about the mission ahead in Winston's office. As you and one other person would need a good set up for it if we want this to go generally smooth."

She slowly started to walk awaiting Winston to continue on the conversation. The pair guiding the newer addition through the halls to a different part of the building. Both heels clicking at different times, echoing through the halls as they walked.

"As I've told you on the phone it is a grabbing Intel undercover. We gotten some information of some talon associates going to a club in Paris. We have some plans to get hotel reservations for you and the other agent under a fake alias. I said to pose as a socialite and their body guard."

He continued the conversation, passing doors and halls as he talked. Opening a set of doors on the lower level before walking up the stairs to his office. Pushing his body with one arm as the other started to do some normal talking motions. Pausing to concentrate on opening his door. Pushing it open then shifting to the side of it for the other two to go in first. Lastly closing the door behind him. Pulling over a chair for Leo in front of his desk. Typing away on his computer, pulling up the suspected guest and the info that connects him to talon. Another omnic who seems connected to Maximilian. A close friend it seems, having a few pictures of the two together having different conversations it seemed. Their eyes narrowed as they scanned the screens. Grabbing the handles of their chair and jumping it forwards to read everything. Kicking away the peanut butter jar lids away from their chair as they jumped. Noticing that Winston was similarly messy when it came to his eating habits.

"So you want me to try and seduce an omnic as a Socialite with what power to my name? What exactly would he want from a woman?"

They asked, leaning back in their chair. Left hand stroking their small chin in thought. Picking at their cheek pimple scars. Forcibly breaking the scab open subconsciously. Flicking the dead skin under their nail away from them and onto the floor. Feeling a liquid ooze out of the now re- opened wound.

"That's where you would come in in-advance. As you in the club, you're gonna try and chat with him to have you some more information. You'll be sent there in a few days in advance to start to get a lay of the land."

Winston clarified a little more. Not focusing on what they were doing beside him. Typing a bit more to show more information of the entire plan he had and as he finished all info dumping, Leo interjected.

"So who would be my body guard?"

They asked openly to the pair. Scratching their lower right cheek lightly with their long nails. Turning to the gorrilla in the room, expecting a response from him.

"We chose genji to be the best pick. I personally think with his overall silent attitude and the mask helps with the body guard idea."

Angela anwsered this time with a pip in her voice. A big proud smile on her face as she informed. Surprising Leo in the process from the suddenness.

"I've already talked to him about it and he's fine with it."

She stopped and turned to Leo with a smile. Almost proud of her personal choice. Her clip board now infront of her thighs, both hands holding it there. Her entire aura dripped with pride over him. She knew genji was a little nervous about Leo but an old charismatic seducer and an overall charismatic seducer for a couple mission is a good mix in her mind. Plus they would talk between themselves and figure out the other isn't so different. Both files nearly mimic one another but there was still big differences between the two in their respective backgrounds but that's a line they will cross together.

"I-... I mean I don't mind it.. I uh how do I say this nicely...Why not Cole or something? Like a big beefy dude like Reinhardt or even winston.."

They asked back, freezing their nervous tick in genuine interest. Why not the cowboy or even the big Reinhardt dude?

"Cole doesn't exactly have the strong silent type down. Reinhardt would be another good pick for one physical day but he can't be scary if you see how he is often times and everyone knows winston is the newest leader of Overwatch so that is a no...sooo genji is the best pick in my eyes."

Angela shot back, clearly confident in her pick of her friend. Genji is a good pick and Leo wasn't too sure but if she knows better than she knows better than them. Who are they to argue with the team doctor about what's best.

"Alrighty then. I'll start to have more one on one time with Genji then."

Leo laughed out, shifting in their chair. A little nervous about having more one on one with the ninja. They didn't know much about him, just what the papers gave which left it with some scratches of info. All blackwatch information given to them only gave bits and pieces of how truly controversial that part of overwatch was. Few had gang affiliates and other where just born to become criminals or something like that. They has heard the occasional story here and there about the shimada but unless asked they will only assume or take everything with a grain of salt.

The meeting was only a few hours, 3 max with all Leo's questions on how far is too far and what all backup plans are in case of emergency. What if we need a medic, mercy will be on call always and ready to fly over there. Require some extra hands of a good tone of music, Lucio can send over some files. Need extra hands for a fight, Cole and the others are ready for a backup call. Etcetera, etcetera.. Ending the meeting with a few nods here and there and a few files printed out for Leo to review the mission notes in their own office and time. Finally being able to leave the room was what they wanted most but information is key in this situation. So they would take the files happily. Trying to make sure the papers weren't creased against the door lock as they closed it. A soft sigh leaving their body as they relaxed a bit before turning to the stairs.

Genji stayed leaning against the wall, awaiting at the end of the stairs for Leo. Arms crossed in front of his chest. He only got there a few moments ago since Athena told him to start his way there as the meeting was about to end. His mind wondering off on assumptions of the newest part of the pack. Having his thoughts pause as he then turned his head in the direction of the sound of heels clicking against the ground. A door closing as well in the same direction with a soft 'have a good night you two' being muttered out. A two toned 'you as well' reaching just past the door. Once fully shut, the heels clicking got closer and closer to him. A few chains clanging against each other also could be heard in the quiet large room.

Seeing Leo walking down the steps with their head pointed to the ground. Their right hand grabbing onto the railing for extra balance as they stepped. Reaching the final step with a gentle sigh, looking up at the ninja with a shy smile. Both of their hands covering their front with the papers. They were a little out of their element as they were now a guest instead of host.

"So you will be my partner for this mission huh? Angela seemed proud of it."

They started to try and fill the silence before it consumed them with worry about everything their doing. Starting the conversation with a small tilt in their head as they looked at him.

"Aha yes, she said it would be a good match for us to go."

He responded back as he bumped himself off the wall. His tone a little shaky but it was from nerves and slight worry. He stood still until Leo was the first to show signs of wanting to start. Pausing as an awkward silence filled the air. Clearing his throat as he continued.

"Uhh.. Where exactly would you like to see first?"

He asked slowly, looking around first to try and find Angela's gaze but she was too focused on Winston to notice the ninja gazing up at her. Slowly letting his attention fall to Leo's face whose attention was pointed to the side of him.. or behind him.. he couldn't exactly tell where but it wasn't him.

"That's the thing I.. uh hah i don't exactly know where to start.. we could start outside in? Or well start here then end in my office? No! Actually end it at Angela's office. She wanted to chat about my mods before I call it a night."

They spewed out nervously. Not wanting to seem rude but both were clearly nervous about the other for different reasons. What caught genji's attention was the fact Angela wanted to chat with them and so he took that comment and ran with it. As he started to walk to show Leo around he began a different conversation. Remembering Angela's words of encouragement.

'They aren't so different from you genji. Just ask them about different things and you'll see you aren't so different and you have nothing to worry about. They aren't like your family..'

He took in a shaky breath and started to ask.

"So.. your mods. Why exactly did you want them anyways? If you don't mind me asking. Ive never heard of someone wanting to change their voice."

He looked down at them to see their black eyes shine just a tad at his question. A small smile creeping up on their lips as they formed a response. A shine of white light surfacing their black irises, a reflection of the ceiling lights above the pair as they walked.

"I didnt change my voice, just enhanced it. I wanted to be able to do what sirens do.. how even some singers were able to connect with people through their voices and songs... I've always had a desire for that same ability. I wanted to be able to connect with my voice, to be able to change people with my voice. However once the omnic crisis began, my desire of what my voice could do changed a bit from something stupid to something helpful."

They joked as they were withholding something else but bit back their tongue to not say the full reason. Their head started to wander about as they walked. Nervous to make eye contact with the ninja out of fear their eyes might accidently tell him to inquire more about the reason. Their small frame leaned away from the ninja almost as if they were a bit embarrassed by the first reason.

"Really? So at first they were just for a new singing voice?"

He teased, changing the nervous air surrounding the two. It came out so naturally as if he wanted to cheer them up for some reason but it wasn't a thought in his mind for now.. Smirking underneath his mask as he peered down at Leo's expression who was still pointing their eyes at the floor until they heard him tease them. Shooting their face up at him in shock before a wide smile took place.

"Hahaha hey! Nooooo.. it wasn't just for that. I wanted to enhance my voice, not change it. I was praised often for it and I won't lie. It gave me an ego.. So i made a mock up mod for it and when I was like 17 or so, I got a mods specialist to make one for me."

Their throat produced a weird noise, almost like a coughing up snot from the base. Nudging the ninja with their small frame, only knocking his balance off for a second before he was able to regain it. Taking in what they said. Now the air was a bit more playful for the pair. Their tone an equally teasing one at first that slowly drifted to a more sweet one. The ninja was slightly taken aback from the playfulness the two had gained in such a short time.

"A mods specialist? Like a real one or back ended?"

He was trying to keep the conversation going as they passed the halls. He kept teasing so comfortably now with them. Now he was walking slower to keep this going as long as he could. His interest being tickled with bits of information he was curious about.

"Well it was a 'acquaintance' of my eldest brother if you catch my drift. So I don't really know if she was one or the other. She was just a sweet lady who offered up to do it for free. Ever since then I've gotten it fixed here and there of course. Better than what I was given but for something that was free. It did what I wanted it to do at the time."

They shrugged off the comment, looking over their shoulder to see him peering down at them with.. interest? They couldn't exactly read his face since he was wearing his mask. His mind filled with a weird mixture of emotions. Pity? No.. maybe it was sadness and embarrassment of that phrase.. he knew they meant he was a player.. just like genji in his youth but none would do something for Hanzo unless asked.. But the fact they were open about how they even got the mods slightly improved his perception of Leo. They just answered the question without any real hesitation.. they even confirmed it wasn't government doctors just some random lady.

"My brothers always pushed me to do the things I always wanted to do so this was his way of trying to make it come true. Of course Fernando had a funky way of making sure I get settled well but he always meant well when it came to family. Sure when he was in his younger true Casanova phase,-"

They raised both arms above their head, making a rainbow like moment with both after the word casanova for an emphasis. Looking up to the ceiling as they walked, putting both hands down at their sides again once they finished.

"-His life was anything but calm. So in those moments of peace, the girls who flocked at his feet gave him whatever he asked for.. but one offered something to his family and he slowly changed from that day forward."

They stopped as their expression softened at the memory of their brother alive and young again.. The ninja empathize with them, seeing how the topic of their brother had them make the same expression as Hanzo. Like an over barring sorrow filled them as they reminisced the past.. They sighed gently from the thought, turning to gaze up at the ninja who was already looking down at them. Slightly tapping his arm with the back of their left hand.

"But enough about me and my things..What bout chu and the mask? Is it like a culture thing or did something happen?"

They quickly tipped their head towards the ninja, pointed at his face with their chin subtly. Quickly pointing at their face, making a circle motion around it as they asked him. Pointing at the metal piece covering his mouth. It looked slightly rude but he had a feeling they didn't mean to make it sound that way. Their expression quickly changing back to a playful one with a rehearsed ease.

"I just feel comfortable behind it, is all.. Plus I think I sell the cool and mysterious look with it."

He shrugged back, bringing up his hand to brush along his neck. Dragging it down to his hoodie strings, he shifted slightly away from them. He didn't want to say the exact truth either..

'Ah he also got nervous ticks here and there.'

Leo noted the motion of his hand in their mind as he spoke. Watching his human hand fidget with the ends of the ties before letting it go. Giggling a bit by his end comment as once he finished. Under the mask was a little smile on his scarred lips that they couldn't see.

"I'm sure with everything I don't know about you, you sell it to me. That's for sure."

They switched off the papers in their left hand to the right. Bringing up their left to play with a strand of white curly hair. Another nervous tick of their's. Twisting the end around their pointer finger and thumb, feeling the rough texture of it between their fingers. Another mumbled laughter leaving their painted lips. Their face now pointed to the floor with a smile. And just as they were about to say something else, he froze.

"So here we are at Angela's office."

He coughed out a little awkwardly in response to their action. Both hands going up then down quickly, pointing to the door infront of them. His mind started telling him that they aren't trying to flirt..

'Maybe it's just a small nervous tick not a flirting action..'

He sighed softly as he focused on the door. Hearing a few knocks from infront of them. Startling him away from his thoughts. Looking down at his hands to make sure he didn't subconsciously knock on her door without meaning to. Shifting his head to the side to see a small hand balled in a small loose fist.

"Dr. Angela? You in here?"

Leo called out waiting a reply from the behind the door. Hand still up in front of the door, hesitant to knock again. Ultimately putting their hand to their side before propping their body up on the tip of their toes to see into the small clouded glass window on the top of the door. Their heels clicking on the ground everytime they try again on their toes to see through the window. And everytime they are just out of reach of it.

Genji stuffles a silent chuckle at the notion, finding it slightly amusing yet adorable at the fact they were too short to reach the window.

"Yes Captain. Come in!"

After hearing the confirmation, they opened the door with a smile. Turning back to gaze at genji, a shy flirty smile gracing their soft features. Normally their black eyes would take his energy the more he looked into them but this time a strange warmth fills him as he nodded back hesitantly. Maybe it was because Angela was right there in a small space just peaking out of his view. But maybe he wouldn't be that bothered by it as much as he was before having this small talk.. The mysterious way they acted in the first meeting now being slightly understood in his mind. Slowly connecting the dots that family is a big thing for Leo.

"Ah before I forget, thank you genji for the walk. I hope you're not bothered by the next time I bug ya to walk with me."

All he could do was nod again as he mumbled out a small 'yeah that's.. fine'.. as he closed the door infront of him to give the two privacy. It wasn't his conversation so he would just wait until Leo leaves before going in to chat with Angela. His mind now ran wild with what exactly just happened between the two of them. The conversation was only turning sour once they asked about his background. They shared bits and pieces to those who ask but still try to dance around the topic with just enough to leave him wanting more information about them.. maybe it's something they learned from their older brother without realizing it but it worked subconsciously or not.. Genji was a bit more comfortable with this new addition, now having a genuine interest in them even if it's just for a moment.

[lunarasphodel]

Okay so I may have gone overboard………

But also I love these guys and cannot be stopped!! Theres a lot going on, so close-ups and transcripts under the cut :]

You know the drill by now, reblogs help me likes do not, and I’ll love you forever if you put tags on the rb <3

Drew most of these while watching the Oni trilogy, and a bit during s11/s12 if that means anything. Three notes about the piece before we get to the transcript/description:

1. I recently encountered the Lloyd-with-prosthetic-arm headcanon and had to draw it!

2. The way Kai is animated in the oni trilogy makes it look like he’s chewing the inside of his cheek whenever he’s thinking. Which is beyond charming, hence, the guy!

3. I think I need to say that none of this is intended to be ship art, however I have no qualms with you if you wish to interpret it that way!

Okay so, now that that’s out of the way, Transcript for my writing below:

Image 1, top left corner, is a note in blue that just says “note to self: use blue for water, not gray <3”. There is also a note to the top right corner of the image that has a cartoon figure saying “woag!” And the exclamation “ZAP!” By a lightning bolt.

Image 2, top right corner, has a memo in black and highlighted in orange, that says “*windows startup noise*” with an arrow pointing to a doodle of Kai. There is also a few colored pencil swatches with names below that same doodle.

Image 3, bottom left corner, has no text except for color names next to colored pencil swatches.

Image 4, bottom right corner, has a text bubble in red, pointing to a doodle of Cole who is holding a mug with difficult-to-read text. The bubble conveys that “His mug says ‘don’t talk to me until I’ve eaten this entire mug’”. There is also a doodle of Lloyd to the right, who looks sheepish and is saying (in light green) “thanks for the upgrade!” The response, in teal which indicates it is Nya speaking, comes in two speech bubbles. The top says “no problem!” The bottom says “just, please, stop wrecking them…”