#bc he saw his son as weak and faint-hearted

[starrstained]

so i'll probably add more about this in harlow's info, but her relationship with her pseudo father is really important to who she is— she has so much cognitive dissonance about their relationship to the point that he has a lot of control over her self-esteem. when they argue or she disappoints him, he tends to use that against her. deep down, she's stuck in this world where she's some ragged street kid who he took in as an act of pity. no matter how much she changes to match his idea of class, she struggles with feeling like it's enough. in the end, she has to come to terms with the reality that she was hurt by him. when she eventually realizes that she was kidnapped by her mom's murderer, that's. not great.

[translightyagami]

A short piece about Soichiro's thoughts when he finds out about Lawlight if you can and would like?

(i think people might be sick of me making Light being able to sew, like, a personality trait but they are going to continue in that sickness bc BAYBEE i did it again ... also thank u for the fic prompt lol)

cross-posted on ao3!

Soichiro found Light in the task force floor kitchen, at the table with a silver handcuff around his wrist. Through chair legs snaked the chain to an empty, open cuff across from Light. He was alone. As Soichiro entered, he knocked the door frame and his son glanced from his work – stitching back together a sleeve on a familiar white shirt.

“Hey, Dad,” Light said. “It’s late. Aren’t you supposed to be home?”

“Oh, I’m staying for a bit longer,” Soichiro said. He stood at the counter and considered washing out his mug. Brown rings traced the bottom telling of a full day of too much caffeine. “Are you … where’s Ryuzaki?”

“You mean this?” Light raised his wrist, shaking the chain with a little jingle. “He’s with Watari, going over the budget for the building. Staff and stuff.”

“And you’re alone,” Soichiro smiled into his words, “because he trusts you. That’s progress!”

“Mm.” Light drew his eyes back down to his sewing. His long fingers worked a backstitch with red thread, the quick movements closing the armpit of the shirt. “He’s got cameras.”

Swallowing, Soichiro resisted the urge to look around for the cameras Light mentioned. He liked, instead, the idea that L was giving a little. That was how things always were for Light, his good son. At some point, everyone gave in a little bit to him and his smile, his polite ease with all temperaments, the way he was good – in most meanings. Soichiro took the pot of coffee Matsuda had overfilled and poured a cup. Was Light good? Maybe he was overstating those qualities. Over the too-strong sip of coffee he took, Soichiro glanced to his son.

There was a hickey on Light’s neck.

“Has Ryuzaki let you be alone many times?” Soichiro, eyes still on the hickey, took a seat across from Light. “Do you get to spend time with that girl, Miss Amane?”

“Huh?” Attention not pulling away from his sewing task, Light scrunched his nose before snorting. “No, no. It’s only when he needs to talk to Watari about finances or something. Usually, I mean, you know. We’re attached.”

“Attached.”

“Package deal,” Light looked to Soichiro now, teeth showing in his smile. The smile faltered, slightly, when he noticed where his father’s gaze was. Dropping the needle and thread, he wrapped his hand over the hickey. “Dad.”

He didn’t look away from Soichiro, brown eyes so much like the ones that stared back from the mirror that Soichiro blinked, unnerved. What did he know about his son? What did he know about Light, his good son, who was a “package deal” with a man who thought of him as a maybe-killer? From the ether, Soichiro remembered in his early days on the force coming home to Sachiko teaching Light basic stitches. It was the first in a string of late nights where he came home before Light was asleep. His coming in hadn’t caught up to them, so he hung back – watching as his knob-kneed son threaded a pain-staking line across a fabric scrap while his wife pointed out small improvements he could make. He remembered the moment, clear as a glass breaking, because he had never taught his son anything in the quiet, focused way Sachiko was. And when he announced himself, saw how Light dropped the needle and thread to come spill all his academic achievements to his father, Soichiro wondered whether he’d ever willingly get to see that side of his son again. Someone struggling, someone learning – someone not good but trying their best.

Did Ryuzaki see that, when he had Light on-demand – on the end of a chain – all day and night? Across from him, Light brushed his hair forward to cover the hickey.

“I do his mending, sometimes,” Light said. His voice was a loop, low and cursive tone matching his needle as he started to stitch again. “Watari used to do it, but Ryuzaki said my work is better.” Red thread popped out from the white fabric – a fox poking out from its den. “You don’t approve. I know. It’s okay.”

“I didn’t say that,” Soichiro sipped, coffee catching in his mustache. “You should be careful. If he doesn’t trust you, you shouldn’t trust him.”

“It’s not about trust.”

“Then what is it about?”

“It’s about being understood,” Light said. “I understand Ryuzaki. He, sometimes, understands me, knows things about me.”

Faint pink crossed Light’s cheeks. The look was weak – a visage of someone Soichiro didn’t recognize. He tried not to frown, but he couldn’t help the downturn of his mouth. In the vain part of his heart, he didn’t like Ryuzaki, L, whomever the man giving his son hickeys called himself, knowing anything about Light.

“And what sort of things does he understand about you?” Soichiro inhaled the steam of his coffee, nostrils flaring.

Now Light smiled and it was a crack in a wall – between the stone and serious of him Soichiro spied a terrible, secret garden. He picked up the white shirt again, rubbing the needle between his thumb and finger.

“He understands,” Light said, “that he shouldn’t trust me.”

Up his back, Soichiro’s muscles locked and he, in a strange moment of unison, understood such a thing as well.

[konaizumi]

A Tale of a Thousand Stars ep 8 thoughts/reaction

did i watch this episode secretly on my phone while i was in class bc i couldn’t stand waiting a whole hour to watch the new ep? maybe

tian visiting torfun’s memorial to leave flowers and tell her that he’s going to pha pun dao was sweet

also him and phupha missing each other again was just a really nice scene and phupha wondering who left her flowers

i have decided to forgive dr nam for last episode (the snooping not the flirting thing) bc i know he was just concerned about his friend and he didn’t intend for phupha to have that kind of reaction, but he still should’ve confronted tian directly before telling phupha

the way tian is looking at longtae in the beginning, seeing how supportive he’s being and knowing that he’s probably about to lose longtae as well

god this scene was so painful to watch, just knowing what was coming

but the editing that combines tian’s speech with phupha reading through the notebook

also, thank you to the writers for confirming that the tian/torfun similarities are bc he’s been reading the notebook and not because torfun’s spirit is possessing him, i didn’t think they would do that but nice to have confirmation

poor tian really did go there with the best intentions

oof, when the music goes silent when phupha interrupts his speech

also, i said this last week, but it should’ve been the rangers responsibility to tell everyone torfun had died and the fact that they didn’t only added to tian’s burden and the animosity aimed at him, and it annoyed me the way the rangers (perhaps unintentionally) let tian take on the full blame and didn’t admit that they had known about torfun’s death from the start

god and the way tian’s heart break is visible on his face as soon as phupha interrupts/confronts him and he realizes that phupha won’t be on his side

and mix’s acting in this scene (and the entire episode) is just so good, you can see the way he’s desperately trying to keep in together and not completely break down, and his heartbreak when he realizes he’s all alone

also, i made a longer post about how i understand phupha’s reaction, I think it’s pretty natural and that he’s not overreacting, however, i do wish he hadn’t confronted tian so publicly like that 

just everything about this scene is just so good in the most painful way, especially the sad orchestral version of the theme song

now i think this ep is too sad for me to say it’s my favorite, but from a narrative/cinematography perspective it is my favorite, it was just really well done

i was really hoping the kids would have a bigger role this ep and begin the forgiveness process for the rest of the village, so i was excited when Meejoo came but then p’aof decided to stab me directly in the heart when she asked what death is

(also im sorry but how old are these kids that she doesn’t know what the word death is?)

(also given that everything that happens in this ep happens within like a 30 hour period, i still hold hope for the kids forgiving next ep once they have some time to process)

at least they didn’t make me watch the scene where tian had to explain what death was, that would’ve killed me

i understand the villager’s reactions too, and i do kind of wish tian would just stay home and give them some time to grieve and process before trying to interact with them–i don’t blame tian for keeping the truth from them this long, but he does need to respect the pain they’re going through

also this scene with phupha really fucked me up, the way phupha remains stone faced even though he’s clearly in a lot of pain

“i wish i could return it to her” one of the things about this story that really fucks me up is that you can’t have both torfun and tian--torfun had to die for tian to live, and if torfun had lived then tian would have died and all the characters are in a way stuck with this moral dilemma of “choosing” between tian and torfun, even if the decision was already made for them, and tian has had to deal with this problem since the beginning and made his choice a long time ago that he would have preferred that torfun had lived instead of him bc he feels like she had more to live for and left behind more than he would’ve

also the scene is so much more painful knowing that just that morning phupha had finally said out loud that he wanted tian to stay

and i was really ton this scene between understanding phupha’s reaction and where he’s coming from but also being like “please stop talking to my son like that, he feels bad enough as is”

i have often had the emotion of “i want to walk through the screen so i can give this character a hug” and i have literally never felt it stronger than this episode of atots

also thank you to dr nam who told phupha not that he was wrong for his actions, but that he should’ve confronted tian differently, also for figuring out that tian wasn’t the driver

the fact that tian just walked through the tea field so he knows that either khama was lying to him or that longtae saw him in the field and hid from him

poor longtae tho, thought he knew what was coming then was hit with “im responsible for her death”

you know what? i didn’t realize khama would have such a recurring role from the first episode, but i really like him--he’s trying to do his best for the village and that isn’t always easy and he’s the first to try to think about tian’s perspective even when it’s clearly difficult for him

also i love khaotung, he does a really good job as longtae, and as much as i loved him as chonlatee, i prefer him in more mature roles like longtae or fong

did dr nam really think phupha would keep letting tian stay in his room?

it came as a surprise to likely no one but i am glad to have definitve confirmation that tian was in fact not driving the car

against my wishes, tul did not show up this episode to give tian a hug so i hope he’s in the next ep to provide some much needed emotional support

tian’s involvement in torfun’s death is also complicated because to say he had no responsibility in it would be wrong but to say he had full responsibility wouldn’t be right either, there was so much of the situation that was just due to chance, as it the case in any accident, so i appreciate the nuance of the narrative in that tian does take responsibility (even if he takes too much) but other characters like longtae argue that it’s not his fault, bc it’s easy from an outside perspective to say it’s not tian’s fault but it would be much harder to be in tian’s position and not feel responsible that his actions lead to torfun’s death

longtae is truly best boi

tian saying he’s okay with just longtae understanding him is so sad but at the same time it’s good that he’s not trying to force other people to understand or forgive him

now i really want to know what torfun’s wish is bc you know it’s going to be all meaningful and thematically relevant

istg if i had a fucking nickel for every time tian has tried to give me a heart attack

i spent the entirety of part 4 yelling at tian to just stop being stupid

like i get it, you don’t feel like you have the time to waste to go find phupha, but still

also im worried that maybe the reason he was so adamant about doing it himself and not finding phupha was because he didn’t feel like he could go to phupha or that phupha might not believe him

tian please just listen to longtae being the voice of reason

or at least send longtae back to the village to go get phupha if you’re this determined

as soon as he pulled out his phone i fucking knew the flash would go off bc tian can’t be smart without also being dumb

pls don’t hit my son he has a weak heart

longtae running away like “i didn’t sign up for this shit”

pls stop hitting my son

i was wondering how tian’s dad would become involved in the story again and tian name dropping him to escape being killed by poachers was not it

but sakda was clearly scared when tian first said the name so obvi they’re connected and i’m assuming the person who called tian’s dad was either sakda or one of the other men there which means that tian’s dad is doing illegal shit (surprise surprise)

tian i know you’re stressed but pls let rang provide first aid

that montage at the end tho really hit me

also the parallels between this scene and the one when tian fainted in the field, it’s literally the exact same scene but the roles are reversed

also the fucking post credits scene, the emotional whiplash, the pain from knowing phupha said this stuff literally hours before everything went wrong

the way i squealed when phupha said i do (and throught the rest of the scene), it was literally the sweetest thing, it might be my favorite phutian moment so far

so for the last two episodes, im assuming that tian’s dad coming to get him and the dad being involved in illegal stuff will be the main external conflict, i wouldn’t be surprised if next ep ended with the dad showing up and demanding to take tian back

also the next ep preview, khama telling tian to forgive himself, im weak

this episode just made me feel so much, the story is just so complex and nuanced, and the characters are real and messy, and pls more bl in the future that aren’t afraid to tell more serious stories (as much as i love the romcom style of most bls i would love some more variety)

[snowstark]

Hi lovely! I had a prompt idea. How about Peter almost being too late for school so just quickly grabbing an apple & right before lunch Flash corners him & threatens to lock him up in one of the lockers (Peter has bad claustrophobia since the building so he complies) but bc of his metabolism he’s feeling super dizzy & down so when he gets to the tower/compound to work with Tony he’s not himself & he faints. Tony is super worried, takes care of his baby and makes him fess up about the bullying. X

“You’re late, Parker.”

The apple fell from Peter’s hand and landed on the ground with a light thump before rolling away. Peter closed his eyes tightly, feeling the hard metal of the locker press into his back.

“What’s wrong? Are you scared, Petey-pie? Do you want me to call your mommy?” Flash laughed and patted his face. “Oh, wait, I can’t; she’s dead. When was the last time you saw her again, penis?”

Peter’s eyes shot open, a rush of anger washing over him until it was nearly overwhelming. “Shut the fuck up, Flash!” he snapped, raising a fist. “At least I’m not stuck with your miserable snobby parents.”

It was true; it was no secret that Flash’s parents were rather apathetic towards their son. And Peter’s words had clearly hit a sore spot, judging by the way Flash’s scowl grew. Coldly, the other boy responded, “Say that again, Parker, and I’ll shove you up into this locker. Then we’ll see who’s talking.”

Peter paled, feeling his heart skip a beat at the prospect. His mind flashed back to the incident with the building, how he’d barely managed to escape in one piece. He shuddered at the thought of being locked up in a small dark place. No, never again.

Flash smirked, seeing the look of fear on his face. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He gave Peter one final rough shove, making his head hit the locker with a clang before storming away. And to top it all off, he kicked Peter’s apple hard enough to send it rolling down the hallway.

Peter rubbed the back of his head with a hand, wincing. Even being Spider-Man didn’t mean he was invincible against bruises. And he could already feel one forming.

Peter sighed ruefully when his stomach growled. Another thing that came with being Spider-Man was his fast metabolism. And Flash had kicked away the one thing he’d brought to school with him today. Great. Well, he would just have to manage.

The rest of the school day was uneventful. His stomach kept growling insistently, reminding him of his sad fate. He had to go work with Mr. Stark now; not that he minded because he adored working with the older man. Mr. Stark was just a different breed, Peter mused as he left the school property. Peter loved to debate with him and just talk their asses off; it felt nice to know someone who understood him so well.

It didn’t take long to get to the Tower. Peter may or may not have taken a shortcut by changing into his suit and swinging the rest of the way. But hey, who could blame him?

It wasn’t until he landed in front of the Tower, panting, that that probably hadn’t been the best idea. Using up that much energy made him even more tired and hungry, and fuck, it was going to be a long day.

Tony seemed to notice that something was off the moment he met Peter’s eyes, but Peter didn’t give him the chance to ask him about it because he jumped right into their current project, babbling on and on. It wasn’t until Tony reached out and placed a hand on his chest that he realized he’d been rambling too much.

“You okay, kid?”

“Yeah.” Peter nodded, and whoa, he suddenly didn’t so good. He swooned and mumbled, “‘m fine, Mr. Sta…” Then, he fell backwards, the world spinning in front of him.

When he awoke, it took him a moment to regain a sense of his surroundings and figure out where he was. He blinked and stared into a pair of eyes that glittered with concern. “M-Mr. Stark?”

The man’s face cleared instantly and he huffed. “Jeez, kid, you passed out hard.”

Peter winced when he was jostled and realized with a flush of hot embarrassment that he was cradled in Tony’s lap, as though he was a small child. “‘M fine,” he mumbled, but his actions proved his words wrong when he couldn’t even make himself sit up on his own.

“You fainted,” Tony said gently, steadying him before giving up and just pulling him onto his lap. “You’re going to be feeling tired for a while.” Smoothing back the hair on Peter’s forehead affectionately, he added, “What happened? Do you know why you just passed out like that?”

A pause. Then, Peter shook his head reluctantly. “No. Not really.” He hated lying, but he didn’t want to tell Mr. Stark what had really happened. What if he thought he was weak, and didn’t deserve to be Spider-Man anymore? Peter couldn’t stand the idea of that. He was nothing without the suit.

But it seemed he’d given the wrong answer because Tony frowned, looking even more concerned. “We’re going to the doctor,” he said firmly, leaving no room for argument. “No, actually, I don’t want you fainting again on the way. I’m calling a doctor here so he can check you over.”

“No!” Peter yelped, scrambling to his feet and staggering. “I’m fine, Mr. Stark!”

And of course, because life fucking hated him, his stomach growled. Like it was trying to make a statement. Or remind Peter of his lie. Or expose Peter’s lie. Did it even matter?

Tony’s eyes flashed to his stomach, and then slowly moved up to his face. Uh oh, he looked dangerous. “Peter,” the man said slowly, stepping forward. “Did you pass out because you were hungry?”

Peter gulped. “Um,” he managed intelligently.

Tony facepalmed himself, staying like that for a while until he just silently gathered Peter in his arms, holding him close. “What happened?” he asked gently. “You can tell me.”

And before he could stop himself, Peter was spilling the entire day out to Tony, seeking comfort and validation against Flash’s nasty words. When he finished, Tony was quiet for a while. So was Peter.

Then, Tony spoke. “You know his words weren’t true.”

Peter nodded jerkily and to his shame, felt tears welling up in his eyes.

Tony sighed and gently wiped the tears away with his thumbs. “We’re going to eat pizza,” he informed Peter softly. “And then we’re going to talk about how to handle pretentious little brats like him.”

Peter nodded again. He was directed by Tony to sit down and he obeyed without question. He watched Tony move around methodically, calling their favourite pizza place and placing an order before plopping down on the couch next to him. “Mr. Stark?” he ventured.

“Yeah, kid?”

“How do you deal with bullies like Flash?”

Tony smirked and shot a glance at him. “Do you want a demonstration tomorrow, kid?”

Peter couldn’t suppress the smile that tugged at his lips at the display of protectiveness. “Maybe,” he admitted. It wouldn’t hurt Flash, only ruin his pride. He knew Mr. Stark wouldn’t actually do anything to harm the idiot anyways.

Tony grinned. “Alright. You want a demonstration, you’ll get one.”

“Thanks, Mr. Stark.” Peter couldn’t express how grateful he was, so he just leaned against Tony’s shoulders, relaxing when he felt the man wrap his arm around his shoulders.

“Don’t mention it, pal. For now, we’re just going to work on finishing the forty boxes of pizza I ordered.”

“FORTY?!”

[tornadoofcreation]

Lloyd Heacanons Pt. 2

~I don’t think there’s anything too bad in here, but trigger warning for slight mentions of anxiety~

These also got really long, oops sorry

* He gets stomachaches and headaches when he’s stressed.

* He gets very, very upset with himself when he fails in a mission and makes a mistake.

* He has a bad habit of skipping meals and sometimes goes a full day without having a single proper meal

* Despite this, he’s not picky at all when it comes to food. Maybe it’s because he lived on the streets for a while and took what he could get or maybe it’s just because he’s Lloyd, but he will eat literally anything. Ketchup and bananas? Sure. Peanut butter and cheese sandwich? Sure. Everyone, save Cole, is high key disgusted by it

* He also loves pineapple on pizza, much to Kai and Zane’s disdain

* When Zane died, Lloyd blamed himself because if he had just been a bit stronger and better, maybe when he had defeated the overlord, he would’ve stayed dead.

* Because of this, he started obsessively training and completely neglecting his human needs. It got to the point where Garmadon would literally sit on the edge of Lloyd’s bed all night to make sure he actually slept and didn’t wake up at some ungodly hour to train

* Okay that got a bit too angsty for me, so, Lloyd’s favorite color is yellow and he likes wearing pastels. He owns a lot of light greens, blues and yellows

* He also loves doodling on his jeans and shoes. His jeans are almost all ripped up and covered in sharpie doodles. He has one pair of white converse that he uses as a canvas

* He loves strawberry marshmallows and strawberry milk. Obviously, his favorite ice cream is strawberry

* He talks to himself a lot

* He visits the Ninjago orphanage a lot, just to talk to the kids, and make friends with them. When he turns 18, though, he’s planning on adopting all of them. Every. Last. One.

* He chews on his sleeves when he’s stressed

* He also bites his nails until they bleed. To get him out of the habit, the other ninja (mostly Kai) put bandaids on all of his fingers so he can’t access his nails

* He was once so tired in a press conference that he said “hi, I’m Energy, master of Lloyd” and it’s become a Ninjago-wide meme

* He loves lizards. They’re so cute and have the sweetest faces. He also likes frogs.

* He also really likes sharks

* Because of his dragon side, he’s sort of cold blooded. It’s not full, but if it’s very cold outside, Lloyd needs to keep extra warm to regulate his body temperature and maintain homeostasis

* He has these horrible side effects of getting possessed where he’ll get really dizzy, pass out, start shivering uncontrollably, get pain flashes or start vomiting blood. The effects just randomly show up and it’s very scary for Lloyd and everyone around him when it happens. (Not my personal headcanons, based of an ask that @lindsey-chr-not-found received (sorry for tagging I just wanted to give credit))

* He had to get his passport illegally meddled with because his birthdate looked very suspicious

* After the whole possession fiasco, Lloyd always kisses his mom before every mission, because when he was possessed by Morro, Lloyd feared for his life and all he could think was that he was going to die here, and the last thing he did was refuse to kiss his mom goodbye

* He’s prone to panic attacks

* He always keeps some type of fidget with him. When he has to give public speeches, he likes to play with it to make him feel more comfortable

* The ninja eventually got him a spinny fidget ring that he wears all the time. It helps him so much

* This is more of a garmadon HC, but he knows that Lloyd tends to bottle up his own fears and pain to be strong for others. Because of this, garmadon makes sure to ask Lloyd how he’s feeling every single night, just to encourage Lloyd to open up and give room for him to talk if somethings wrong

* Lloyd goes on runs a lot. He likes to clear his mind and take a moment to breathe

* He likes listening to others talk. He’s not great with social interactions and people. He prefers to listen than to talk

* However, he really has a way with words, and the fact that he’s a pretty quiet person makes the words that he does say very impactful

* He need glasses, but he doesn’t like wearing them. he usually only wears them when he’s around the house or needs to read. He wears them during interviews, because it’s really embarrassing when he spends like 5 whole minutes squinting trying to read the question

* Wearing them makes him look so much older though

* After season 9, he started growing his hair out more and changing small things about his appearing because after everything that just happened, he hates when he looks in the mirror and sees an almost carbon copy of his father

* Lloyd got highlights in his hair because the most apparent difference between him and his father is that Lloyd’s hair is lighter, so he went and got highlights to exaggerate that differences

* As a side effect of the whole “master of energy” thing, Lloyd’s powers can leave him drained of energy very easily. After the whole ‘losing powers’ situation is s9, his powers seem to be different and he’s prone to fainting when he overuses them. Wu told him that he needs to be very careful because if he’s in a situation like he was in season 8, when he fought garmadon, it could sap his energy completely and leave him in a coma.

* He likes putting colorful bandaids on his injuries

* Speaking of injuries, he has a scar right above his heart from the battle with garmadon in true potential. He absolutely hates the scar.

* He is victim to all kinds of nicknames about his hair. The ninja are very creative when it comes to these nicknames, but their favorites are “blondie,” “Rapunzal,” And “Goldilocks”

* Jay and Lloyd like to enthusiastically re-enact starfarer scenes for the others. It started when the power was out, so jay and Lloyd decided to entertain everyone else by performing the entire starfarer movie. After that, it kinda became a thing.

* Little Lloyd used to make blanket forts on the bounty when he was sad, so now all the ninjas, after a particularly difficult battle, will make a blanket fort and just enjoy each other’s company,

* Sometimes they’ll sit in the fort and make up stupid games, or they’ll play video games, or they’ll talk, but sometimes, they just sit in silence and drink in the fact that all of them are okay, and they’re all alive.

* His favorite partners for missions are either Kai, Nya or Cole. Kai and Nya because they’re his siblings and they know each other’s fighting style and where they need to cover each other. (Kai And Nya always cover Lloyd’s left side, bc his left leg still is weak from the time he broke it in season 2). He likes working with Cole as well, because Lloyd has a tendency to panic and overthink, and Cole is so grounded and chill and his strategies are simple and practical.

* He struggles a lot with finding his worth when he is not the green ninja. Lloyd struggles with the fact that his friends only care about him because of his important title and everything.

* That was something his father helped him with a lot. Finding Lloyd’s strengths and all the things that make Lloyd wonderful and lovable. Not the green ninja. Garmadon reminded him a lot that the child he loved and cherished was not the green ninja, but Lloyd.

* Finding his own worth without relying on his powers, title, and family is something Lloyd is working very hard on.

* As soon as Ray and Maya were brought back after season 7, Kai and Nya dragged Lloyd to them and just kinda announced to them that Lloyd was their new son. Both ray and Maya adore him.

* The reason the ultra dragon liked him so much was not because he was the green ninja, but because of the dragon in him. They also connected with Lloyd the same way Firstborn connected to the FSM. They sensed purity and kindness in Lloyd’s soul

* He knows all the small hiding places on the bounty. Whenever he gets overwhelmed or needs to have a breakdown without messing up his “perfect” façade, he goes to those spots and hides.

* Misako and Wu tore down Garmadon’s monastery after season four when the ninja were gone for a week to follow a lead. When Lloyd got back and saw that his father’s monastery had been torn down by his own mother and uncle, he cried for hours on end.

* He was furious and refused to speak to his mother for a few days because this monastery was a such a big part of the legacy of peace garmadon tried so desperately to leave behind. He even sacrificed himself for this legacy, and his own mom, garmadon’s wife who should know how important this was better than anyone, tore down a big part of this legacy to build a tea shop.

* When the tea shop was built, the ninja had sleeping quarters in the shop. Lloyd; however, literally took his blanket and slept outside for the first two weeks. (The others begged him to stop when he caught a fever after sleeping in the rain)

* When the ultra dragon was still around, when Lloyd was feeling sad or lonely, he wold go and sleep in the dragon keep with them. All four heads would nuzzle around him and comfort him until he fell asleep.

* Lloyd and the other ninja burst into musical numbers all the time. If one of them starts a number, the rest are literally legally obligated to join in.

* The first few days after Lloyd aged up were hard for Wu because he looked so much like garmadon

* His anxiety can be really horrible, especially after Morro, and to help with it and make sure it doesn’t get in the way of doing his job, Lloyd takes medication for it.

* Lloyd has a tendency to overwork himself because he constantly feels he needs to prove that he is good enough. Wu sometimes finds this very concerning, because 1) overworking yourself isn’t good for you, but more importantly, in some way, Lloyd’s need to constantly be working and proving his worth reminds Wu a bit of Morro.

* Of course it’s very different. Morro wanted to prove he is the best, while Lloyd wants to prove that he is good enough and worth loving and caring about

* It is so incredibly hard for Lloyd to resist the forbidden scroll’s power, because he has always struggled with self worth, and this scroll gives him power that makes him so important and useful

* After season 2, when Lloyd was receiving awards for destroying the overlord, an alarming amount of new mothers approached Lloyd, telling him they named their baby Lloyd. It kinda freaked Lloyd out, to be honest

* Lloyd’s puppy eyes can convince anyone of anything. Whenever the ninja need to convince Wu of something, they send Lloyd.

* Lloyd knows what places on the bounty each ninja visits most often, so after a hard battle or if one of his siblings is having a bad day, he’ll stick little post it notes with nice messages in all of those places.

* He ends every note with “I love you so much. Love, Lloyd” and a little heart

* After the Morro incident, every single day, Wu would find a new note on his teapot, telling him what an amazing teacher he was, or how much he meant to the ninja.

* After skybound, Lloyd could tell that Jay was hiding something and that he was acting different, so he left a note every day on all of jay’s inventions and the video game console

* He left some for Cole on the refrigerator after he became a ghost

* For Nya and Kai it’s whenever they’re having a bad day. Sometimes Lloyd leaves them on random days, just to remind his big brother and sister how much they mean to him

* For Zane it’s on bad days as well

* After season 8/9 the others started doing it for him. The day after garmadon was defeated, Lloyd woke up to little notes on all of his belongings, from his sword, to his towel to his comics. He kept every single on of them.

[hairringtonsteve]

repeat.

(steve harrington x reader)

summary: it’s like groundhog’s day. but december 23. and with steve. who’s like, super close to panicking and crying but honestly, things could be worse.

request: Steve Harrington x Reader where you’re Dustin’s older sister and Dustin has Steve over to babysit him bc Reader is supposed to be out on a date but she comes home like halfway through with like super ready eyes and tells them she found out he’s cheating on her because he stood her up to go with the other girl or something

word count: 4, 487

a/n: okay, so i know that this was requested, but i wanted to combine this with an idea i had earlier bc i was watching 12 dates of christmas and i’m a sucker okay enjoy this thing pls. i wrote this late and i’m running late i’m not checking this for errors ALSO HAPPY 2,000 FOLLOWERS TO ME WHAT 

“Okay, so I already told her that we're doing movie night just the three of us, which means that the hard part is done. You know what to do, right?”

“You leave early because you forgot about some homework, and that's when I make my move.”

“Exactly, Da- Steve. You've got this. You're gonna slay her dead.”

Steve bit back the grin that was just dying to make itself known. It had been happening a lot recently, Dustin almost calling him dad. Sure, he teased the kid about it, but deep down, it made his heart warm. The kid needed someone in his life like that. Steve might have not been the best choice for that role, but he’d do his damndest to fill it.

“Just like you at the dance, son.” Steve’s smile couldn’t be held back at that point, and the corners of his mouth stretched wide as he started to laugh.

“Don’t make fun of me. My hair was killing it that night.”

Thinking about Dustin and his little adventure into using Farah Fawcett spray was entertaining. And it was definitely a hell of a lot easier to think about than the fact that he was going to make a move on the little shit’s sister that night.

It was kind of sad, really. Steve might have been off of his game a little after the whole Nancy fiasco, but when it came to you, it was like his game had decided to just fuck off entirely. He’d been getting better, but in tiny little increments. At least now he could hold a decent conversation with you. Before, he’d just stare at you and stutter. But he was over that, thank God.

“Whoa, Y/N. You’re looking nice for movie night,” Dustin said, not so subtly nudging Steve’s arm. Steve turned towards the doorway, eyes widening when he saw you. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen you look so pretty, a thought that he would’ve scoffed at a year ago. Your hair was falling in just the right way, your makeup simple but perfect. And the dress you were wearing… All he could do was stare.

“You - uh - you look - good. Nice. Yeah, good,” Steve stuttered out, ignoring the way the little dick sitting beside him snorted. Even that didn’t diminish the hope that was rising in his chest, though. Because you’d dressed up for him - or Dustin, but odds were looking into the older boy’s favor.

“Oh, thanks guys. But what do you mean movie night?” It was written across your face, confusion in its purest form. For a second, Steve’s heart dropped.

“Movie night, Y/N. You, me, and Steve? I told you about it a week ago,” he pushed, giving you a frown. You shook your head, staring at him blankly. Steve looked from you to Dustin, trying his hardest to not glare at the younger Henderson. But the longer he watched, the more Dustin’s face fell into a sheepish grin. “Or I might’ve told Mom that a week ago, and forgot to tell you.”

“Yeah, that’s probably it,” Steve muttered, rolling his eyes. He glanced over to you, a new train of thought running through his mind. “So, uh, you got a date or something tonight, Henderson?”

“Uh, yeah, I do.” A grin appeared on your lips almost instantly. “You know Dylan Marrow? He’s in your Bio class, I think.”

“You mean the football player?” He realized after he’d said it, how he’d practically sneered as he’d talked.

“Yes, the football player. Not everyone can be a basketball god like you, Harrington.” Normally, a compliment like that from you would’ve made Steve blush in an instant. Instead, he just nodded his head, his heart sinking with every passing second.

“I thought you weren’t dating anyone, though,” Dustin piped up.

“Well, nothing is official yet. But I think he’s going to ask me tonight.” A light flush was coloring your cheeks, and Steve wasn’t sure if the knife could sink any deeper into his chest. “Maybe we could do movie night tomorrow night? The three of us?” You smiled faintly at Steve. The knife twisted.

He must’ve given some affirmation, because the next thing he knew, you were grinning and saying goodbye, and running out the door. The second it slammed shut, Dustin turned to Steve.

“What a fucking loser. Who the hell even plays football?” The younger Henderson asked, frowning at Steve.

“Insult him all you want. You’re still not off the hook for that, dickhead.”

“Will I be off the hook if I use my allowance and buy you KFC?”

There was a pause.

“It’ll be a start.”

It wasn’t that Dylan Marrow was in the wrong. Like, yeah, you guys had gone out on a couple of dates and made out some and he’d meet you by your locker in between classes. But you hadn’t been official. He hadn’t come right out and asked you to be his girlfriend, so you couldn’t be that mad at him just because he’d shown up to the movies with another girl on his arm. And then proceeded to make out with that girl in front of you.

And then wink at you behind her back because he’s a fucking prick.

Okay, yeah, you definitely deserved to hate Dylan Marrow.

And Dylan Marrow deserved a swift kick to the groin.

You swung open the front door, letting out a frustrated sigh as a couple of tears slipped down your cheeks. You bit down on your lip, scowling. You weren’t going to cry over him. It was pathetic. You slammed the door behind you, staring at it for a moment before turning around.

Steve and Dustin stared at you, jaws open as their faces were illuminated by the blinking lights on the TV.

“What’re you guys watching?” Your voice came out scratchy, rough from yelling for about ten minutes, roughly the time it took you to drive from the movie theater to your house.

“Star Wars, Empire Strikes Back. You want to watch?” Dustin asked, his voice much more gentle than it usually was.

“Yeah, gimme a minute.” Dustin hopped up to the VHS player, jamming his finger onto the pause button as he glanced to Steve. You ignored the look and headed back to your room. Comfy pajamas and some hot chocolate wouldn’t automatically fix how you felt, but it was something. And by that point, something was better than nothing.

Within a couple of minutes, you were padding back into the living room, clad in your comfiest pajamas while the milk was heating up on the stove. Dustin patted the spot in the middle and you fell onto the couch easily.

“You alright?” Steve asked, his voice soft enough that Dustin wouldn’t overhear - too occupied with Luke’s Dagobah dream sequence happening.

“No.” You’d been expecting Steve to pester you about why your eyes were red or why you looked similar to when Mews had disappeared. But instead, he just reached over and tapped this thumb against your hand. It wasn’t much, but for whatever reason, it was comforting. Nice, even.

The three of you sat there for awhile, watching as the young Skywalker struggled with his choices. It was hard for you to focus on your favorite movie, and it seemed like Steve was having the same issues. You glanced down at Dustin, who was snoring softly on your shoulder. You glanced over to Steve, who was watching the two of you with a faint smile on his face.

“Thanks for looking out for him. He really looks up to you,” you said, mustering up a weak smile of your own.

“He’s a cool kid.” His smile continued on for a moment before he winced.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, just hit my head at practice.”

“How the hell do you still have practice? We’re on Christmas break.”

“Coach is a hard ass and Billy got the entire team in trouble because he wouldn’t stop running his mouth.”

“How does that translate to everyone getting in trouble? Aren’t you like the golden boy? You should be immune to Hargrove’s stupidity.” Steve laughed at that, and the sound made your chest lighten up a little. Not by much, but it was something.

“You’ve never played on a team sport, have you?” The way he said it was as though he knew something that you didn’t. His eyes were crinkling a little at the corners, his grin bright and happy.

“No, I never needed other people to do my work for me. I could make baskets on my own, thank you very much,” you chuckled, noting the way his lips stretched even wider (if that was possible). For a moment, you wondered what it would be like, for you and Steve to be more than friends. But Steve is Steve and you are you, which meant that the two of you were firmly stuck in wonderful, meaningful, platonic friendship.

That didn’t stop you from wondering about it, though.

As the night went on, you found yourself leaning a little more on Steve, relishing in the warmth and comfort. By the end of Return of the Jedi, the three of you were fast asleep on the couch in a giant huddle, safe and sound from the problems of the galaxy.

When Steve woke up, however, the problems of the galaxy were staring down at him.

“Get the fuck up, Harrington. I don’t wanna have to be here any longer,” Billy spat, scowling down at him. Steve’s eyes blinked languid, up and down, almost lazy as he tried to comprehend just what the fuck was going on.

They wouldn’t have had practice two days in a row on Christmas break. And he’d just had practice yesterday. And it was Christmas Eve, anyway. So there definitely wouldn’t have been practice. But Billy was staring down at him still, face twisted into a snarl as he waited for Steve to move.

Slowly, he got up, rubbing his hand over the spot on his head that was throbbing.

“What happened?” He mumbled, wincing at the pain. The guys crowded around him, all craning their heads to see if there was any blood.

“You didn’t plant your feet, dumbass,” Billy said. His voice was low enough so that their coach wouldn’t hear him, but something in his tone struck Steve as familiar. Almost too familiar, like he’d heard it before.

(His brain kept supplying the phrase yesterday, but he refused to accept it.)

The rest of the day didn’t get any better. The clothes he’d worn yesterday were the same. The time that he got out of practice was the exact same. Dustin answered the door in the same clothes as yesterday, babbling on about their plan. The. Same. As. Yesterday.

It was when you came out in the same clothes as yesterday that he finally snapped.

“Haven’t you worn that recently?” He asked, an edge to his voice. You stared at him, your jaw ticking just a little.

“What, are you suddenly the fashion police? I’m pretty sure that I’m allowed to wear the same dress within a month, Steve.”

“Yeah, well, where are you going?” His volume was getting a little louder, but he wasn’t paying too much attention. He wasn’t paying too much attention to Dustin either, who was gaping at him and jabbing his finger into the older teen’s side, or the way that you were glaring at him like you wanted to hit him.

“On a date. With Dylan Marrow.”

“Jesus, are you serious? Didn’t you come back last night from your date with him crying?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You! Last night was movie night here and you went out on a date with him dressed like that and then you come back crying, most likely because of him. You can’t be seriously going out with him again.” You just stared at him, tilting your head the same way a dog does when it can’t understand what it’s being told. But there was something else there too, something that was making your nostrils flare and your eyes narrow.

“Look, I don’t know what your problem is, but I have no idea what you’re talking about, okay, Steve? Maybe you hit your head too hard, hm?”

“Maybe I - or maybe you’re not thinking clearly, hm?” Deep down, Steve knew that it was really him that wasn’t thinking clearly. His heart was pounding and his brain was firing off too many thoughts for him to handle all at once. “We all know that Dylan Marrow is a fucker who can’t think beyond the end of his dick, and who it’s pointing at.”

“Just fuck off, Harrington.” With that, you slammed the door behind you, making the picture frames that were hanging on the wall shake.

“When did you hit your head?” Steve stared at him, not even comprehending what he was saying.

“What? Earlier, man. Just… At basketball practice. It doesn’t - fuck,” Steve eventually burst out, letting his head fall back against the couch. He let out a groan at the moment of impact, his head still sore from earlier. Or yesterday.

He really didn’t fucking know at that point.

“So are we going to talk about you losing your sanity, or should I pretend that it didn’t happen?”

“Just start the fucking movie, Dustin.”

You were crying when you got home, tears leaving wet tracks down your cheeks. Once you were inside, your gaze settled on Steve, something in your chest tightening up.

“Congratulations, Harrington. You were fucking right.” The words were brittle and hard, and only became harder when you slammed your bedroom door shut for the night.

Steve wished that things would get better from then on out.

They didn’t.

He lost track of how many times the day repeated itself. His headache was growing worse with each repetition, and no matter what he tried, nothing would get him out of the loop. One day, he punched Hargrove right in the mouth upon waking up. That had launched a series of events where he’d ended up stuck in Hopper’s office, handcuffed to the desk. Another time, he’d cancelled on Dustin and stayed home, hiding in his bedroom.

Most days, though, he’d end up at your house, sitting on your couch with your little brother. He’d tried talking you out of your date a hundred different times, but nothing seemed to work. You were always determined to go on that date of yours, despite Steve’s almost desperate attempts. He’d tried just about anything he could think of, but you still went on your date.

He and Dustin still watched Star Wars.

You came back crying.

And repeat.

Over and over again, Steve was stuck in the loop, always December 23, never Christmas fucking Eve. At around day fifty-seven (he’d still been counting then), he’d started to feel this overwhelming sense of loneliness. Everyone else believed that it was December 23, just a normal day in Hawkins. But he was stuck, alone even when surrounded by other people. His chest had started to hurt that day. Around day seventy-four, the pain in his chest faded into a numbness.

After day seventy-seven, he decided to stop counting. There wasn’t really a point when nothing was changing.

Until something did change.

Steve found himself once more stuck on the couch, head lolled against the back as he waited for the inevitable. Dustin was going on about the plan, the one that they’d been planning for over a week - to Dustin, anyway.

“Exactly, Da- Steve. You've got this. You're gonna slay her dead.”

Steve mustered up a small grin at that. That was his favorite part of the loop. For a moment, he could focus on Dustin and how he felt instead of the crushing loneliness that had made its home in his chest.

“Slay who dead?”

“No one!” Dustin said, tripping over the two words as he dug his elbow into Steve’s side. Steve reached over for the VHS box, gaze flipping over the text. He didn’t need to look over to you. He’d had your outfit memorized from day four.

“Right, okay,” you paused for a moment. “So what movies are we watching?”

The six words made Steve’s entire being stop. His breath caught in his throat as his heart began to pound hard and fast. He looked over to you, slow and almost scared at what awaited him. But there you stood, clad in a pair of jeans and a sweater, your lips pressed together into a grin as you watched him.

“Uh, Star Wars marathon. I got all the tapes as an early Christmas gift from my parents,” Steve said. His voice sounded far away, but that was most likely due to the way his pulse was roaring in his ears.

“Oh, nice. Are we starting with A New Hope?”

“Is there any other way?” Dustin asked, rolling his eyes at the obviously stupid question. You motioned for Steve to scoot over so there was room. His heart was still pounding in his chest, amplifying when you sat down next to him.

“You alright there, Harrington?” You asked. There was something to your voice, something a little off that pricked at the back of his mind.

“Uh, yeah. I’m dandy, Y/N.”

Steve remained dandy all throughout the first movie. His composure cracked, however, the second it ended.

“Y/N, you wanna make some hot chocolate with me?” His voice was shaking just a little as he asked, hands doing the same. You looked between him and Dustin before nodding.

“Sure, Steve.” You glanced over to Dustin, quirking a brow at him, but he just shrugged his shoulders and grinned. Steve watched as you headed out into the kitchen, looking to Dustin only when he grabbed onto his arm.

“Dude! You were supposed to wait until I went to bed!”

“Then go to bed, man. I’ve got to ask her something - not like that, you little shit. Stop looking at me like that.”

“You treat her right, Harrington. I’m not fucking around. Just because you’re my dad, that doesn’t mean I won’t kill you if you hurt her.”

“Dustin, I promise you, as a symbolic father to my symbolic son, I am not going to hurt her. I swear it to you, okay?”

“Geas.”

“What?”

“Geas. DnD, what we were talking about last week? Where you get damage every day that you don’t follow whatever quest you’re supposed to be on? You hurt her, and I will damage you every day.” Steve just stared at him. A part of him was enjoying this side of Dustin, one that was stepping up and protecting his sister. Another part of him wanted the kid to stop so he could talk to you.

“Fine, Geas, I agree. Now go to bed.” Without waiting another minute, Steve strode into the kitchen, stopping at the sight of you making hot chocolate. “Uh, so, uh…”

“How many days?” Your words came out quiet and wobbly. It reminded Steve of when he’d had to tell you that Mews had disappeared. Dustin had been adamant about protecting you from the truth, but apparently couldn’t have been the one to lie straight to your face.

“What?”

“Just answer the question.” You weren’t looking at him then, instead focused on the milk that was starting to bubble.

“I don’t know. I stopped after seventy-seven.” He watched as your shoulders relaxed, although he would have described them as deflating.

“One hundred and thirty-three days.” Your words were wobbly and choked off. It caused something in Steve to break, and he made it across the kitchen in three steps, resting a hand on your shoulder. “I didn’t - I didn’t know what was going on. Every single time I came out into that living room, you were just there.”

“I said different stuff, though.”

“Yeah, but I’d do one thing different in the morning, and it’d have a giant ripple effect for the rest of the day. I just… I assumed that you were apart of that.”

“So what changed?” His hand felt warm against your shoulder, and his breath caught again that night as you leaned into his touch.

“When you looked at me. You looked surprised that I wasn’t dressed up.” Steve let out a low laugh, shaking his head as he watched you.

“You mind me asking why you kept going?”

“At first, I thought that I was supposed to change it somehow, that I was supposed to stop him and win him back or whatever bullshit. And then, when that never changed, I tried calling him out on it. And that didn’t change, so I started just going out by myself, like maybe I was supposed to learn how to be by myself. But tonight, I honestly just wanted to hang out with you guys,” you said, shrugging.

“Then let’s hang out. You wanna start Empire?”

You’d honestly thought that things would change after that, that the two of you would wake up the next morning, cuddled on the couch and it would all be over. But it wasn’t. Instead, it just kept going and going and going.

This time around, though, you had each other.

You learned some things, too. That you woke up in your bed, but Steve woke up at basketball practice, which was five hours after you woke up. No matter how hard you tried, you could never find Steve before then.

You also learned that Steve was a cuddler. With every day that passed, the more comfortable the two of you got. He’d lean against your shoulder, rest a hand on the small of your back, tug on your hair until you’d lean into his side. He’d tell you stupid jokes, repeating the punchline over and over and over again until you’d break down and laugh. When you’d fall asleep against his shoulder - which had turned into an every night kind of thing - he’d press kisses against your hair when he thought you were sleeping.

You’d learned that your heart beat a little faster every time you saw him. That you couldn’t help but grin when he did, and that his laugh was one of your new favorite things. You learned that your fingers itched to hold his hand or to rake through his hair. You learned that home was quickly becoming anywhere that he was. You learned that you liked him.

You’d learned a lot over the past thirty-two days. You’d started a new count, as well.

“Exactly, Da- Steve. You've got this. You're gonna slay her dead.”

“Slay who dead?” Your voice brought a grin to Steve’s lips, and the sight of it made your heart swell.

“No one!” Dustin yelped, eyes wide as he dug his elbow into Steve’s side. You couldn’t help but smile.

The night passed as it usually did, with Dustin making his exit after Episode V. You and Steve settled against each other after he put in a new movie, something other than Star Wars. You watched it in silence for awhile, letting Indiana Jones and Short Round distract you for a bit. It was difficult, though, when Steve kept rubbing random shapes onto your palm.

“So when are you going to kiss me?”

The words came out, casual and slow. You turned your head to Steve, swallowing as you watched him. He was still facing the TV, but you could see him looking at you out of the corner of his eye. A smirk had perched itself on his lips, making itself right at home.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“I - You - We - What?” You just gaped at him like a fish out of water.

“If you kiss me and it sucks, it’ll be fine. Everything resets, anyway.”

“You and I don’t, though.” His smirk slid away as he turned to face you properly. A serious look settled onto his features, one that made your heart stop.

“Yeah, you and I don’t.” He repeated your words, watching you for what felt like an eternity before moving forward. It was odd. In the brief moment before his lips were on yours, it was simultaneously a millenia and a millisecond. But those thoughts slid away once he was actually kissing you.

His hands were cupping your cheeks, careful, as though you were made of glass. You inched closer to him, knees bumping against his as you let a hand rest against his chest. It felt like he was breathing the life back into you. With every move of his lips, every breath and every pant, he was awakening the parts of you that had been asleep, that had fallen asleep long before you’d realized that you weren’t alone in whatever this was.

Before long, the both of you had maneuvered to a more horizontal position on the couch. You were taking your time with these kisses, soft and lazy and tired. You pressed a kiss against his jaw, sighing as you tucked your head beneath his chin.

“What are we going to do? If we’re stuck like this?” Your words rang out in the quiet of the room. Indiana Jones was still going through the motions of being the hero, but neither of you were paying that much attention.

“I don’t know.” Steve paused for a moment. “I mean, I guess there are worse people to be stuck with for eternity, you know?” You let out a soft laugh, nuzzling your face into his neck. “Whatever happens, though, we’ll face it together.”

You were colder than you usually were whenever you were waking up. In your sleep addled mind, you chalked it up to kicking your blanket off of you at sometime during the night. But whenever you reached for it, your hand immediately hit something hard, eyes opening in a flash.

“Watch it, babe,” Steve mumbled, pressing his face deeper into the couch cushion. You froze at the sound, your fingers gripping his arm tight. It took him a couple of seconds longer, but his eyes flung open.

Neither of you could breathe, it was so hard to wrap your minds around it.

“Jesus, are you two… doing things on the couch? I’m going to have to bleach those cushions for hours! Or powerwash them! Or both!” Dustin said, grabbing a pillow off of the recliner and tossing it at the two of you.

“Dustin, knock it off!” You said, but the annoyance that would’ve painted your tone was gone. Instead, it was all you could do from sounding downright giddy. You tilted your head up to get a better look at Steve. He grinned down at you, his whole expression radiating joy. “We made it. We did it.”

“We did it,” he echoed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “We really did it.”

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